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friendlyneighborhoodcrow · 10 months

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Stolen Heart

Hello there, folks! It has been a while, haha. But I am back after my unexpected hiatus. And I am back with something slightly unexpected, a Marvel fic! X-men was kinda my first love when it comes to superhero movies, and after rewatching a few movies, that love has made a resurgence. In particular, Quicksilver! I can not express how much I adore him, so I wrote a fic. I won’t lie to you, dear reader; this is rather self-indulgent, but I tried really hard to capture the essence of Peter Maximoff.

But anyway, imagine you are a mutant working and training at Xavier’s school, and after a particular incident, you realize, you may have some more than friendly feelings for the silver hair speedster.

Mutant fem!reader (No use of y/n. plant control mutation)

Relationships: Peter Maximoff x reader

Warnings: None really, all pretty fluffy. Just good ol’ friends to lovers!

Word count: 2.5k

You had a list of problems, but currently, settled on the very top; was your best friend, Peter Maximoff. You had known Peter for years, you were closer to him than you thought possible with a friend, and maybe it was. It had been a week since your revelation, an entire week of dodging the speedster to understand what was happening. It was awful. You missed your friend and hated him at the same time. How could he be so effortlessly striking? With his silver hair, band t-shirts, silly goggles, and handsome face? It was not fair! Peter was your best friend! Why would the world curse you with feelings that crept from the deepest corners of your mind? Despite all your denial, the newly discovered truth remained, you were in love with your best friend.

The chaos of your thoughts was hard to escape, and it only worsened when you were in Peter's presence. So here you were, in the privacy of the garden. The lush vines of the garden constricted and writhed as you sat amongst them, attempting to puzzle out why your relationship had changed so suddenly. Sighing, you opened your eyes as it seemed that even your thinking place offered no answers. The plant life of the school's garden calmed and settled into its rightful places as you regained control of yourself. You thought back to the day it happened and could see it so clearly in your mind’s eye.

It was a chilly spring day, and you had a rare day off from the intensive X-Men training. It had seemed obvious that you would spend the day with Peter, the two of you often seemed joined at the hip, but recently, you had both been called on for missions separately. Now that you both had some time to relax, you agreed to visit Peter’s house to see his family and have a day away from Xavier’s school. Thinking hard, you remembered how you had felt nothing abnormal when Peter wrapped an arm around your waist and held your neck, getting ready to speed off to his Mother’s house. As you thought about the events following, you felt the flowers around you blooming and the vines once again crawling toward you.

“Peter!” Lorna called as she ran toward the both of you at the entryway of the Maximoff household. Her laughter as Peter hugged her made you smile vibrantly.

“Hey there, Lorna! Miss me?” Peter questioned his sister.

“Yeah, I did!” She had a giddy expression as she led you into the house, talking about all the recent happenings at home.

Chuckling at a comment about an incident involving missing cookies, you spotted Miss Maximoff in the kitchen. You walked in, and she stood to greet you.

“Oh, it’s nice to see you, hun! How have you been? Has Peter driven you up the wall yet?”

“It’s good to see you too! I’m doing well, a little worn out perhaps, but it’s no fault of Peter’s, Miss Maximoff.”

“How long have you known me, hun? I think we're at the point where you can call me Magda,” she looked at you almost sternly, but her facade broke as she continued,

“Well, I’m glad you’re well, but I don’t know how you can keep up with him sometimes.”

“I’m right here, you know,” Peter said, suddenly holding a stack of snack cakes.

“Alright, Mom, it’s good to see you, but we are going to the basement.”

In a flash, you were in the middle of Peter’s room, which seemed to be equal parts dragon hoard, as always. A dizzy spell set in as you clutched your head, slightly hunched over. You groaned as Peter flopped onto the couch.

“I hate when you don’t warn me, you know?”

“I don’t think you hate anything about me, hun,” he started, mocking his mother’s endearment for you.

“So what do you wanna do? We could play ping pong or maybe try to beat my high score on Pac-Man,” he said, waving a hand toward his undeniably stolen arcade machines.

“Maybe, we could go into town and-”

“How does a movie sound?” you interrupted his fast-paced string of ideas.

“Oh sure, that sounds great,” he jumped up to root through a box overflowing with VHS tapes, “Can’t believe I didn’t think of that!”

You chuckled and sat on the couch beside Peter’s now empty seat. His room had always been fascinating to you. It was like a reflection of Peter when he was a teen, filled with stolen signage, snacks, goods, and electronics, Peter’s room had a little bit of everything, and you loved it.

“How about John Dane in The Jaws of Death?” Peter said dramatically, raising his arms toward you.

“Sure,” you laughed, “But Who is John Dane?”

“No idea!” Peter told you as he readied the small television to play the movie.

As you reclined on the couch, he appeared next to you with an armload of snacks, including the cakes he had retrieved most recently. Leaning over, you grabbed a box to open as you questioned the nature of the film.

“I don’t know, it’s supposed to be a horror, but don’t worry if you get scared, my arms will be open,” he chuckled and threw you a sly smile.

“My hero.” Rolling your eyes, you broke into a bag of sugary goodness.

“Always will be!” he said in his normal upbeat tone of voice, but looking over, he sported a soft smile.

As the movie began, you settled into your seat next to Peter with a contented sigh, and he mimicked you, putting his leg up and onto the table in front of the couch.

The volume of the tense music began to rise as one of the characters slowly crept down a darkened hallway. The character, Stacy, wore a nervous expression that translated through the screen to you. Under your breath, you murmured; what a stupid idea. Peter turned to look at you, now nestled into his side and asked you to repeat what you had said.

“I said, what a stupid idea, she’s going to get herself killed!” You whisper-shouted, practically right next to Peter’s ear.

“Well, isn’t that the whole thing with half of these horror movie babes? They walk down dark hallways, and the monster gets them,” he stated like it was a fact as he looked back at the television. “But don’t worry, I’d never let that happen to you.”

“What a prince charming,” you said, “do you think I’d make it?”

“What do you mean, hun?”

“As a ‘horror movie-babe’ like you so wonderfully put it.”

“Well, you're pretty enough, but are we talking with or without the freaky plant control?”

It appeared that Peter was making a point of not looking at you now. His warm brown eyes were glued to the tv screen as Stacy jumped away from something in the dark. His leg bounced faster than average, and if you didn’t know better, you’d say he looked tense. It could be the movie, you thought. But as you absorbed his words, you felt yourself grow warm. Did he think you were pretty?

“Of course I do! I mean, who wouldn’t? You’ve got nice eyes, and you’re great to talk to and- and-” Peter trailed off as he turned to look at you.

Your face grew even warmer as he answered what you thought was just a thought. Peter’s cheeks sported a dusting of a rosy pink colour that reminded you of your flowers back at the mansion. It looked nice on him- oh man, now where were these thoughts coming from?

In silence, you stared at one another. Despite how foreign it seemed, there was no discomfort, and it almost seemed natural. Peter’s brown eyes seemed to search your face, and you were sure your own eyes did the same. Peter was your best friend, he was funny, he was always there for you, and he was handsome, you couldn’t deny it. He cared about you, and you cared about him. Maybe that’s why you found yourself learning further toward him on the worn couch. With a clear sense of trepidation, Peter inched closer to you. You were sure you’d never seen him move so slowly before. Meeting each other’s eyes-

“Oh no! Oh God, please, no!” A loud shriek ripped through Peters's basement.

Peter and you jumped back and looked at the tv, hearts racing. You started laughing suddenly as a many-toothed-monster took a comical bite out of Stacy.

“Are- are you seriously laughing? At that?” Peter said, starting to laugh as well, though the redness of his face remained.

“I- yeah, sorry, it’s just- it looks so silly, doesn’t it?” you smiled as poor Stacy continued to scream.

Peter scrutinized the screen as a broad smile began to curl up his face, “Yeah, it looks like- like ketchup!” Peter snorted as he looked back at you.

“I’m glad we spent the day together,” you expressed awkwardly.

Peter paused for a moment. He opened and closed his mouth before speaking, “I am too.”

Once the movie was over, and you said your goodbyes to Magda and Lorna, Peter sped off with you to the school. The day was waning, and the warm sunlight cast golden rays over the school. You were glad to be home. Peter told you he had to talk with Scott and quickly sped off before you could ask him why. Now alone, you walked toward the garden to mull over the day's events. The flowers were creeping up from the ground, and with a gentle wave of your hand, a vibrant bloom of wildflowers stared back at you. Plucking a sizable daisy, you examined the lovely blossom. It reminded you of the days when you, alongside your friends, would pluck the petals asking if the latest school crush liked you back. You smiled at that thought and returned to examining the flower. It had an odd amount of petals; that means he loves me, sounded a voice within your head.

At that very moment, it felt like your world changed. You wanted Peter to love you. A cascade of romantic images flooded your mind as you recoiled from the daisy, dropping it to the ground. Oh no, this isn’t good. Alone in Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters garden, you realized you loved Peter Maximoff.

“Hey, are you- woah, are you okay?”

A familiar voice called your name from somewhere in the garden. Snapping your dazed eyes open, you realized a wall of flowering vines wrapped itself around you and writhed closer together with every passing second. The voice called again, muffled by the thick green ropes that twisted around you.

“Listen, we need to talk, but I can see you want to be alone,” the muffled voice said dejectedly.

Panic struck your heart as the voice registered. It was Peter! Peter was here! Quickly, you raised your hands and took a breath. With a steady mind, you lowered your hands, attempting to drive the tangling mess of plants into the ground. The Vines were slow to move, and you worried Peter would leave before the chaos of flowers and greens would disappear.

“Peter, wait!” You shouted in the direction you guessed he was in. You cursed the plant's reluctance to move and focused more of your energy on forcing them away. The plants began to shrink back more quickly, and you breathed a sigh of relief as Peter’s figure came into view.

He stood before you in his usual gear but without his typical air of confidence. He slumped forward, and his face with painted with a slight frown as he fidgeted with his hands. He met your gaze and smiled a little, but it did not seem to meet his eyes as you rose to meet him.

“Listen, I know you’ve been avoiding me recently, but I don’t know why!” Peter started as though the words leapt off his tongue.

“But you’re my best friend, and I want to be there for you, so whatever is up, you’ve just got to tell me!” He continued, and your heart twisted like the plants around you as his words circled your mind.

Despite your best attempts to evade the speedster throughout the week, he wasn’t mad, only worried for you. Before you could properly think, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. You closed your eyes and babbled something about being sorry and how he didn’t deserve your treatment.

“Hun, I know you wouldn’t just up and leave someone, even a loser like me.”

Opening your eyes and gazing at his face revealed his goofy smile, and you smiled back as you maintained your hold on Peter. I want to kiss that smiling face all the time! You thought as Peter looked at you. Your smile faded as you realized there was no going back. Peter was your best friend, but you couldn’t continue to hold onto such tangling feelings. Letting go of his sides, you pulled him down to the grass to sit opposite you.

“Peter, I’ve been thinking,” you began slowly.

“You’re my best friend, and you’ve always been there for me, and I hope I can be there for you,” you breathed unsteadily as his eyes took in your face.

“I just don’t think I can keep this inside anymore! You saw the plants, for goodness sake,” you laughed, hoping to relieve the tension that weighed down your figure.

“Listen, I-” Peter started, but you quickly interrupted him.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same and if you don’t, we can forget about all of this, but I-” You began to shake as Peter’s expression became unreadable.

“Well, I, I- I think you stole my heart.” You finished with a breath as the weight of the week lifted from you.

Silence took over the garden as Peter stared at you. You didn’t dare move for fear that he would leave. Peter didn’t move for fear that he would wake up from such a wonderful dream. After what seemed to be an eternity of stillness, Peter leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours.

You struggled to keep in a gasp as he quietly whispered for your consent. You swallowed, nodded, and met his lips in a chaste kiss. The world seemed to disappear as Peter reached an arm around you. His lips were soft, if not slightly chapped, and his arm held you loosely. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity and a second, all at once. It was soft and filled with a light that you had never felt. It was like flowers blooming. The feeling of bliss continued as he leaned away with a growing smile.

“It’s a habit of mine,” he sighed, “Besides, I always liked flowers.”

His grin became rather sly as he looked over your blushing face.

“So, how does a date sound? Maybe a bad horror movie at my place?”

“I’d like nothing more!” You laughed as Peter stood with you, leading you out of the garden, bright daisies blooming around where you had kissed, all with odd petals.

I hope you enjoyed and I really appreciate your reblogs and comments :)

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incorrectsilvercyclopsquotes · 2 years

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Scott: Pietro, Luna was proposed to at school today!

Luna: Yeah!

Pietro: *distracted* That’s nice, sweetie.

Scott: Show him your ring, bud.

Luna: *wearing an adult sized, diamond ring* Isn’t it so shiny? Ellie gave it to me during recess, she said it’s super special and she got it from her dad’s fiancé!

Pietro: Is that–

Scott: Yep.

Pietro: Should I go call Peter?

Scott: I’d rather just let him panic.

#scott summers #cyclops #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #silvercyclops #luna maximoff #ellie camacho #peter parker #incorrect silvercyclops family #incorrect silvercyclops quotes #i firmly believe that luna and ellie would best friends #and date when they’re older #also that everyone loves to torture peter parker #spideypool

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xmcu-fietro · 2 years

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Peter Maximoff and David Haller both have scenes where Pink Floyd gets referenced and cool music plays in the background as they use their powers, and I think that’s great for them

#for peter it's the DOFP scene (his pink floyd shirt)#for david this is season 1 episode 8 when breathe/on the run plays #i'm imagining charles showing up on an xmen mission against erik and they're busy fighting about mutant politics #meanwhile #peter and david are watching from the side like 'ugh this again??' so they share earbuds and start skipping thru P's cassette player #trying to find their fave songs/debating on which Pink Floyd album is the best #peter maximoff #quicksilver #xmen #xmen dofp #xmen days of future past #david haller #legion #legion fx

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midnightstar-90 · 2 years

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Not Without You

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Russell Hayes x Reader

Request by Anonymous: I don’t really have anything specific but I just want some fluff between the reader and Russell and maybe some angst.

Summary: Y/N gets sick right before the Winter Haven dance their school was holding. She’s sad, leading her best friend to do the one thing any true best friend would do.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst

A/N: This was cute, but I felt like I could do better. What do you think?

Y/N laid almost dead on her bed. Her face is pale and zombie-like. Her mom sat on the edge of her bed with her slightly larger hand on her head. “Baby, you’re burning up,” Y/N’s mom said in a calm voice. Y/N moaned in pain as her mother pulled a thermometer from off her nightstand.

“Open wide,” Her mother spoke, slowly inserting the small device into her mouth. “102 degrees. Wow, it looks like I'm gonna have to call you in.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide. “No!” she yelled out to her mother with a groggy voice. “I can’t be sick. The Winter Haven dance is coming up, and Russell and I were gonna go… as friends” she cried out.

Y/N’s mother gave her a sad smile before standing over her daughter. Her mother’s fingers moved towards Y/N’s face, moving a strand of her hair away from her face as she said, “I’m so sorry honey. At least the dance isn’t for a couple more days. You still have time to recover.” Her mother placed a kiss on her daughter’s head, “now get some rest.”

Y/N looked down sadly. “Okay,” she said, turning on her side to face the cold window. She watched as tiny snowflakes fell from the sky, and landed on the 2-inch pile of snow laying on the roof. Her body was burning, but watching the outside world made her want to pull the covers up more.

A loud knock came from the front door. Y/N’s mother left her spot from the kitchen table, where she had set up her work space for the day, and walked towards the door. She opened it to find the curly headed, brown eyed boy her daughter had become fond of at such a young age. Even though there was snow, the boy was still carrying his skateboard that Y/N gifted him on his 15th birthday, and he was wearing a thick coat over a black t-shirt and khaki pants.

“Russell? What are you doing here?” Y/N’s mother asked with a smile.

Russell smiled back, “Y/N didn’t come to school today, so I decided to check on her.”

“Oh, that is so sweet, but Y/N isn’t awake right now. She wasn’t feeling well this morning, so she took some medicine, and she’s been out ever since.”

“Oh, well could I come in? My mom kinda assumed that I would be staying here, and now I’m without a ride,” Russell asked.

The girl’s mother opened the door a little wider, for Russell. “Sure you can,” she responded.

As soon as Russell was inside the warm house, and the front door was shut, a loud collision came from upstairs. Y/N’s mother and Russell stopped everything they’re doing, and they ran upstairs to Y/N’s room.

The two opened the door to find Y/N on the floor. Her mother quickly rushed over, helping her back onto the bed. “Oh, Russell. I thought I heard your voice,” the girl said through slurred words.

“Come on, honey. Let’s get you back to bed.”

Y/N’s mother tried to get her on the bed, but the sickly girl kept resisting. “I’ll get her, Mrs. Y/L/N,” Russell said, quickly moving towards the woman and her daughter. Y/M/N carefully slipped the girl into Russell’s arms. “I’ll call your mom. I would hate for you to get sick also,” she said, leaving the room.

“Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N!” Russell quickly called out.

Y/M/N’s head slowly peeked into the room. “Do you think I could stay?” He asked. Y/N looked up at her mother with red puppy dog eyes, “Please, mom? I feel better around him.”

Y/M/N could see her daughter was worse than this morning, but maybe letting her best friend stay would make her feel better about missing the dance. She looked from her daughter to the brown eyed boy, and with a smile, she gave them a small nod. And with that, she was gone. She could hear silent cheers from the room. She shook her head with a chuckle.

The Day of the Dance

Y/N was feeling much better after staying home for two days. When Russell came over, her mother gave him a medical mask, to keep him from getting sick. They stayed up all night watching movies. The next morning, I was feeling better, but my mom kept me home, just in case. Russell’s mom came and got him that morning to take him to school. And since then, I slept off any illness that remained from the previous night.

I guess the mask my mother gave Russell didn’t work, because I was now standing at Russell’s door with a hot bowl of soup my mother made for him. The six foot seven white door opened to reveal Mrs. Hayes standing there with a wide smile. “Y/N, how nice of you to visit,” She said, staring down at me with the same brown eyes Russell owned.

“Yeah, well, I got sick, and Russell visited. So now, I’m returning the favor,” I said. “And I brought soup,” I added, showing the woman the cup-like soup bowl.

She smiled at the gesture, and welcomed me in. “Russell will be so happy to see you. He was sad he couldn’t take you to the dance,” Mrs. Hayes said.

I was confused. He was sad he couldn’t take me? I shook it off and said, “Well, we were just going to go as friends, so it’s no biggie.”

Mrs. Hayes looked me up and down, like she was studying me. “Are you sure about that?” she asked, walking away.

Still confused, I left the hallway, and I made my way up the tall stairs. I made my way to Russell’s room and knocked. A small “come in” could be heard from where I was standing, so I let myself in.

Inside, Russell looked sicker than me. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked, sickly.

“Well, first off, I brought soup,” I said, moving closer to the boy. I carefully handed the boy the hot bowl of soup without spilling it everywhere. “Thanks,” he said. I then smiled and sad down on the bed, next to his arm. I took the back of my hand and placed it on different spots of his face, like my mother would me. “And secondly, I came to repay the favor.”

“But… the dance,” Russell said.

I looked at the boy lovingly. “I highly doubt the dance would be very fun without my dance partner,” I said, joking. Russell smiled. “So, what are we watching tonight?” I asked.

“Power Rangers?” He asked. I nodded, sliding under the covers, and joining the warm boy under the covers.

“I really wish you went to the dance,” Russell said as we watched the Power Rangers theme song.

I looked at Russell, “I don’t.” He looked back at me confused. “But you’ve been talking about it for weeks.” I grabbed the curly headed boy’s hand and said, “Yeah, because I was going with you. I would never do anything without my best friend.”

The boy gave me a bright smile, and our heads turned toward the tv. I laid my head on his. And for the rest of the night, that was how we laid.

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you-see-something-strange-here · 2 years

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my favorite episode of tv is the wandavision Halloween episode that they released in the middle of February with tommy and billy and Evan Peters as uncle pietro…..peak television

#i know it’s not the best lol #but it holds such a special place in my heart and it’s so freaking good #peter maximoff #quicksilver #Wanda maximoff #wandavision

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alloftheimaginesblog · 1 year

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark's daughter and dating Pietro Maximoff...

Your relationship stays secret for the first few months. Well actually, it's only really a secret to your dad. You know that your dad - the infamous Tony Stark - will react badly to the news that you're dating Pietro so you swear everyone else to secrecy.

Secret glances across the room as Tony and Steve lead a meeting.

Sneaking off during the meetings to make out in the hall way... You've almost been caught a bunch of times through doing this but the sneaking around is fun.

Pietro makes you happier than you ever thought you could be. Even just a few months in and you're planning your future together.

He's sweet, he's so incredibly sweet to you.

He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world and he feels so lucky to have you.

The rest of the group have a bet on when Tony finds out and how he finds out.

Nat thinks that Bruce will spill the beans.

Clint thinks he'll walk in on you and Pietro making out.

Wanda thinks that Pietro himself will give the game away by accident.

In fact, it's Peter Parker that gives the game away.

"How long has your daughter been dating Quicksilver? That must be pretty cool, huh? Always got your eye on them sorta thing."

You could've killed Parker.

Tony hunts you both down and he's angry, god he's so pissed off but he's probably more angry that you didn't tell him.

"Dad, you threatened to kill my fourth grade boyfriend! We were kids! Why would I tell you about my serious boyfriend now?"

Pietro tries his best to reason with Tony but he's shit scared of him and runs every time Tony tries to corner him for a chat.

Eventually, Tony manages to pin him down and interrogates him.

"What do you want with my daughter?"

"I care about her, sir. I don't want to hurt her-"

"If you hurt her, I will rip you apart limb from limb-"

"I love her, Tony. I'm not going to hurt her."

When Tony realises the seriousness of your relationship, he seems to reconsider. He comes to you, asking all sorts of questions about whether you love him, about whether he's good to you or not, if he takes good care of you, if he makes you happy... He's satisfied with your answers and leaves you be but he's not okay with it all yet.

Tony bans the two of you from being alone together which means that sneaking around gets even harder.

He probably tries to break you up or at least complains every chance he gets. He's oh so dramatic.

If he sees the two of you smiling at each other, he pretends to puke. Pepper has to have a few stern conversations with him to get him off of your backs.

During a fight, you're put in danger and Tony can't get to you in time but it's okay because Pietro does everything he can, including getting himself hurt, to keep you safe and to protect you.

After that, Pietro has Tony's respect. He understands the seriousness of your feelings for the other and he knows it's not just a fling. He leaves your relationship alone.

Pietro helps him in the lab to build something and after that, the pair of them start to bond and grow closer.

It's nice to know that you don't have to hide your relationship from him anymore and that the three of you can hang out without any ill feelings.

He calls Pietro 'son'.

It takes a while but Tony soon becomes your relationship's biggest supporter. He'll be the one who helps Pietro propose, he'll be the one who pays for your wedding and honeymoon, jets you both off somewhere warm and sunny. He grows to love Pietro and grows to love your relationship almost as much as he loves you.

#headcanon #headcanons #pietro maximoff x reader #marvel #pietro maximoff #tony stark x reader #tony stark #marvel imagine #imagine #avengers imagine #avengers #headcanon prompt #prompt

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zombie-hickey · 2 months

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[Crimson Silver]

Peter Maximoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Yandere!Peter, Murder, General Obsessive/Creepy Behavior

Summary: Peter is just looking out for his best friend, right?

He adores you with every fiber of his being, you're his best friend in the whole wide world after all!!! The speedy dork just can't tear himself away from you for a mere moment.

Your smile and laugh is like a drug to him, making him grin wide and he feels like he may just get sugar high from how sweet you are, you have him higher up in the clouds than any dessert or weed ever could... So, of course he gets a bit jealous when someone else makes you laugh till you snort - why wouldn't he be? It's no biggie. Doesn't mean anything.

Yeah, sometimes he scares guys off who wanna flirt with you - but he's just looking out for his bestie! That dude was baaad news, just trust him, he's a hero after all! Only ever has your best interests at heart. Promise.

Sometimes he follows you home but it's just to keep an eye on you for safety reasons. You have no idea how many creeps may be lurking around in the dark - it's a good thing your dear friend is Quicksilver himself!

Yeah, okay, maybe one time he snooped around your room while you were out and went through some very personal belongings... But it wasn't with nefarious intentions, honest! He just was bored and curious....

Okay, mayyybe he memorized where you keep your spare house key but what if there's an emergency? That's not creepy at all.... Nope. Just wants to check in sometimes - it's chill. Yeah.

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Red swirls around and down the sink drain, scrubbing his hands clean of the sin he just committed, heart pounding in his ears with a sudden rush he couldn't quite explain...

You had started dating some guy - just an average dude...

Peter told you over and over he wasn't good enough for you - the guy had a wandering eye... At least that's what the silver haired bundle of energy insisted. You just brushed off his concerns as being over protective, insisting in your trust in your boyfriend.

Peter was desperate, okay?

It wasn't meant to go like this... He was just trying to reason with the guy but this dude just - he wouldn't leave....

It escalated but it wasn't his fault!!! Honestly it wasn't!!!

He keeps telling himself that anyway, feeding his delusion in that he was in the right, that he's just looking out for you...

Until he can't pretend anymore that he's just being a good friend. He can't.

"Shit..."

It's a soft utter in the otherwise silent bathroom, looking in the mirror to see his own brown eyes peering back at him, they seem so much darker than usual... It's unsettling even to him, makes his insides clench and his stomach feel sick. What has he done? He's supposed to save people. What kind of monster has he become, so obsessed with you like some sort of lovesick puppy, a violent lovesick puppy.

Only one thing is for sure... You can never find out.

#mdni #18+ only #yandere peter maximoff #peter maximoff drabble #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x gn!reader #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff #vee's various fics #xmen x reader

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xbabyd0lli3x · 26 days

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Peter maximoff NSFW Headcannons

Requested:yes

Pairing: Peter maximoff/reader

Reblogs are welcome, request and comments<3

☆so we all know that peter is fast, and he knows he has the ablitys to vibrate his fingers soooo ykyk

☆He was a virgin until he met you, and he had only kissed one person in high school.

☆He is definitely a switch but more sub leaning, i mean look at him

☆Man lives of praise, just one good boy while giving him a blowjob he will cum instantly

☆Peter likes having you on top. He’s a generally submissive person in the bedroom, so having you on top of him with your thighs on the side of his body really gets him going. Whenever you ride him, you usually rake your nails down his chest, and he likes that.

☆He has a huge mommy kink, he will call you in public both as a just a nickname like mama or mommy to rile you up

☆He loves having his hair pulled and feeling your nails graze his scalp when you do so– he loves having you leave marks on his body, whether they’re bite marks or hickeys or scratch marks.

☆Since Peter was a virgin, and know he knows that blowjob are the best he loves When you go down on him, Peter is reduced to a moaning, whimpering mess and he loves it.

☆ Peter is a mutant and has an incredibly high sex drive. Almost anything you do gets him going, to the point where he is getting hard multiple times a day.

☆He loves quickies, its in his name QUICKSILVER

☆He is a very vocal person in sex

☆He is possessive but in a good way like he will call my girl or mine

"All fucking mine, you here me, your mine".

☆He could be a top, I said a switch but when he is a top, its jst, you won't be walking for a while

☆Loves a praise like nickname; Ma, Princess/Prince, sweetheart, there are so many

☆degrading nicknames would be slut, whore, my whore

He’s really touch sensitive

☆ He loves begging for it

☆ Loves sucking on your tits, even as just to get to sleep, he loves them

#strawberrytalks .⋆🪼⋆. ⭒#evan peters x reader #peter maximoff x reader

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scarlet--wiccan · 3 months

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Just out of curiosity but do you read/ hc pietro as neurodivergent? I know it’s a popular hc among fans and there’s certainly some moments that lend to that interpretation (plus I see a bit of myself and my brother in him so personally I hc he has mild autism) but I was wondering if you had any of your own thoughts on it, or for Wanda for that matter?

Yes, but it's complicated. Pietro and Wanda are both characters who spend a lot of time grappling with complex trauma, generational trauma, mental illness, and what are clearly meant to be read as neurological differences. I struggle with many of those things myself, and as a Romani person with an immigrant background, I get a lot out of reading these characters through that lens. It's an intrinsic part of what makes them so human and compelling to me, especially as part of a larger, intergenerational tapestry of mixed-race immigrants and survivors. These issues are a part of our heritages and histories, so I want that to be reflected in the characters who represent me.

I think it's hard to talk about neurodivergence or mental illness-- which, of course, are not the same thing, I just mean that the conversations tend to overlap-- with Wanda and Pietro because this is already, textually, part of the characters, but it's been implemented in really messy ways.

For both of them, their primary mental health challenges and neurological differences are treated as extensions or results of their powers. There is an allegorical element that gets in the way of literal representation. This sort of thing is very common in superhero comics, and I've written about it before regarding transness and genderfluidity. It's entirely possible to still write meaningful and resonant representation, but I don't know if I feel comfortable saying "Pietro is autistic"when the text is saying he doesn't have autism, he has a super-speed-mutation-brain. Does that make sense?

The other problem is that the material that introduced these elements to the characters is really problematic. I'm sure I don't have to explain why House of M is an ableist and sexist narrative, but a lot of people seem to overlook the fact that the depiction of Wanda as a person with specific mental illnesses is rooted in a harmful, ableist storyline. Specifically, the way that schizoaffective disorders are defined and pathologized in Disassembled is cruel, inaccurate, and just unacceptable. That tone is still echoed in a lot of modern comics when Wanda's mental health is addressed.

In addition, I really don't like to put too much stock in the whole "Pietro Maximoff Syndrome" thing from X-Factor. For one thing, Peter David is a hateful, vocal anti-Romani racist, and it is reflected in a lot of his choices with Pietro. While this direction did humanize and justify some of Pietro's personality flaws, I do feel that the tone was overall very derisive towards him.

In Scarlet Witch (2016), Wanda talks about going to therapy and taking antidepressants, and in Quicksilver: No Surrender (2018), Pietro talks about his complex trauma responses in a way that's specifically grounded to the reality of being a severely marginalized person of color. These are the best examples of how their mental health has been addressed-- they bypass the powers and allegory and just allow the characters to inhabit real experiences that actually deserve representation.

That said, it doesn't really represent neurodivergence the same way. I think that's a subject that superhero comics have been dancing around for a long time, but haven't quite figured out how to reckon with. I really hope its something we'll see more positive growth towards, in the future.

#mental health #neurodivergence #disability in comics

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eloisegrant · 2 years

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Noob

A/N: Taking a break from my beloved moonboys to write about a long crush of mine.

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x F!Reader

Summary: short. A late night talking session with the speedster mutant himself.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers typa deal. tension—

It was late. A bit too late. Especially since you were over here tiptoeing down the school steps to the kitchen. You had joined Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters a year ago and were now an incoming senior.

It has been one of the best decisions you’ve had in a long time.

Recently, you’ve developed a habit of sneaking to the kitchen to grab a can of soda around 2-3 AM. Why? You were convinced that drinking it made your powers stronger. Or you just really wanted to drink soda. Either way.

So as you opened the fridge carefully, you grab the Doctor Pepper and gently closed it. Feeling a sense of pride flood your chest because, here you are, being rebellious. You did not expect the quick bastard, Peter Maximoff, to be right by the center island.

“SHIT.” You nearly dropped the can to the floor as Peter chowed and licked on an almost finished popsicle stick. “What are you doing here??” You whisper with a hint of annoyance in your voice.

Peter continued eating his snack as he looked up at you, straightening his back. “I could say the same about you. Noob.”

You furrowed your brows at his namecalling, “Noob? Excuse me?” You placed the soda can on the island while staring him down. You had no idea why he placed these weird ass nicknames like that. It was bothersome but those interactions were, albeit, fun. He replicates your stance, using the island for his hands, propping him up to steady his gaze.

“Yeah, you heard me.” He stares you down while he slowly licks the popsicle. To say you were not a bit flustered at his action would be a lie.

What was he trying to gain out of you from that interaction? I mean, sure you’ve always had a thing for Peter but he was a very big douchebag that got on your nerves.

“Why am I a noob?” You lean further into his face.

“Because you are.” He smiles that dumb grin tht exposes his cute dimples. Internally, you cursed that damn smile. The silver hair strands on his face were causing your natural instinct of pushing it away to crawl through, but, you kept your composure.

“That’s not a good reason.” You guys moved, moved so damn close towards eachother, leaning against the island. His deep smile still plastered across his face. An eyebrow raised paired up with his move.

“Yes it is.” He joked, at this point you guys were about 3 inches away. Jerking his head to the side like he was mocking you.

Damn those eyes, why were they so fucking fixated on you. Like they were so nice to look at.

“No it isn’t.”

“Yes it is.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Yes. It. Is….” He lingers on the ‘s’ a little too long for your poor soul, he was getting lost in your expressions, too.

He swore if he couldn’t have you romantically, because, let’s face it, he was a sucker at it, he’d just continue pestering you so you’d always look at him like this. Peter’s eyes were hypnotized with yours and there was more than just annoyance behind those eyes of yours. It was like he wanted to pull you up to his lips.

Peter really did want to, he wanted to grab your cheeks and crash his lips onto his. Ever since you joined this school, he has wanted to be close to you. Unfortunately, he has never mastered showing his emotions, especially romantic ones. So you and him would usually go back and forth, insulting one another.

So as you stared at his smug little face, you just regrouped with yourself and decided to leave. “I don’t wanna deal with this tonight.” You turn towards the door, grabbing your can before the quicksilver himself dashes between you and your only way of exit.

“Oh are you that intimidated by me?” He leans against the doorframe, that damn popsicle stick only had one tiny piece left, but he was still licking it like there was no tomorrow.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, “Me? Intimidated by you? Please, don’t flatter yourself.” You try to push him aside but he stops you with his hand against your shoulder.

“Its either that or you like me. No in between.” He whispers lowly against your ear, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. This was not fair on his part, you couldn’t answer properly, especially if he was doing that to you.

His hand lingers around your neck, tipping your jaw up to look at him. You swore you almost squished the poor soda can in your hands due to your frustration.

“Am I right or am I right?” He takes one final lick from the now empty popsicle stick, keeping it in between his lips. The stare he was giving you felt primal.

In Peter’s defense, his teasing you has increasingly become a bit more flirtatious. So this was simply him, attempting. Trying. Maybe you’d give a reaction he’d like.

And you did.

Silently looking up at him while he examined every feature across your face. It took all of his energy to not kiss you right then and there.

Your heart pounded against your chest. This is a compromising position. You thought to yourself. Why would this have to happen tonight?

Before either one of you could carry on the conversation, you heard a set of footsteps down the hall. Peter quickly retracts his hand and speedily moves back to the kitchen counter before the mystery person sees.

You stood there by the doorframe, waiting to get scolded.

To both of your surprise, it was Professor Beast. “What are you two doing up this late?” Squinty eyed and concerned. Possibly half awake.

“I was telling her the same thing, sir.” Peter lies and winks at you when you gasped while giving him the side eye.

“Professor Beast, it wasn’t just me-“

“I don’t care right now, alright?” He scratches one of his eyes while Peter basically teleports beside you. Pretending to look concerned. “Just- just go to bed. Two of you.” Beast makes his way back to the staircase to go to his room.

You look at Peter with annoyance in your eyes, crossing your arms while you slug a bit of your soda.

“Don’t look so crossed babe, chill out.” He grabs the can and chugs down your soda in a blink of an eye. You wanted to slap him, that was your soda—but he speaks before you do.

“We can continue our little game next time.” With a wink from his dumb cute face, and a quick salute, he left you in the kitchen. Alone. Wondering if you would murder or make out with him when ‘next time’ rolls around.

#peter maximoff #peter maximof x reader #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x you #marvel imagines #marvel fanfiction #f!reader

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gabbieeeeeeeee · 4 months

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Secret Crush

nothing big, just a simple cliché thing

The team was back at base after a risky mission, and Peter Maximoff, the speedster known as Quicksilver, had gotten injured during the operation. His face was marked with superficial cuts, and he limped slightly due to a twisted ankle. The team leader decided he needed immediate care, and you were assigned to take care of his recovery.

Upon entering the room where Peter was resting, you found him lying on the bed, a discomforted expression on his face. He smiled faintly upon seeing you, but his eyes betrayed the pain he was in.

"Hey, wounded speedster," you joked, trying to break the ice.

Peter chuckled, but the smile soon turned into a grimace as he tried to shift in bed. "Well, did you come to save me? I knew you were special, but I didn't know you were my personal nurse."

You approached, noticing the care he took to hide the pain. "Looks like you got yourself into a bit of a mess out there."

He shrugged, trying to keep the tone light. "That's what happens when you have to run faster than the rest of the world. Sometimes things get a little out of control."

As you worked, conversation flowed naturally between you two. Peter began to share funny stories about previous missions, but there was something in his gaze that hinted at deeper feelings. His eyes lingered on you a little longer than usual, and a shy smile appeared from time to time.

In a moment of silence, Peter gathered the courage to express his feelings. "You know, I think I'm not just quick in running. I was also quick to… fall in love."

You paused for a moment, surprised and touched by his words. "Peter, I didn't know you felt that way."

He shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but there was vulnerability in his gaze. "Yeah, I'm good at running, but not so good at expressing my feelings."

Smiling, you gently held his face. "You don't need to run from me, Peter. I'm here, and it seems like maybe you're not the only one with hidden feelings."

His eyes lit up, revealing relief and happiness. "Well, I guess I just got the best remedy for my recovery."

From that moment on, as you continued to tend to Peter's injuries, the two of you discovered that the team's base was the perfect place to explore feelings hidden beneath the speed and adrenaline of missions.

#peter maximoff #xmen #evan peters #evan thomas peters #tate langdon #kit walker #kyle spencer #kai anderson #x men evolution #x men movies

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xmcu-fietro · 2 years

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can I interest any of you in some mediocre sketches of nonexistent best friend duo Peter Parker and Peter Maximoff spidey and speedy?

Oh, and there’s cats involved (because cats rock), except the cats kind of look like little blobs? Oops.

#someday I’ll redraw this with actually drawing paper and pencils but for this it was just a random bullet journal and some school pencils #I’m actually considering getting a cheap drawing tablet to start digital drawing so maybe if I get that I can redo this?#I’m trying to get back into drawing after like a year of not doing it so. that’s why this is meh but I’m working on it lol #definitely want to draw them more #fave best friend duo that doesn’t even exist. sigh #spidey and speedy #peter maximoff #quicksilver #Peter Parker #Spider-Man #evan peters #tom holland #drawing #xmen #avengers #cats #sketches

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kaiismydivineruler · 5 months

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Pretty Lady- Peter Maximoff x Reader

Just a Halloween party.

I am a little late but idk.

Song: Monster Mash

Peter Maximoff, dressed as his alter ego Quicksilver, zipped around the Halloween party with an impish grin. As he spotted you in your costume, he flashed by, slowing down just enough to tease, "Hey there, sidekick. Ready to keep up with the fastest guy in the room?"

You rolled your eyes, "Sure thing, Speedy. I'll try not to get lost in your dust."

Throughout the night, playful banter flowed between you two. Peter couldn't resist nicknaming you "pretty lady" and "future Mrs. Maximoff," earning an eye roll each time. You retaliated with "Mr. Quicksilver," reveling in the way he pretended not to be flattered.

Amidst the laughter and teasing, Peter suggested a detour. "What do you say we ditch this party and check out that haunted mansion on the outskirts of town?"

Before you could respond, he whisked you away, and in the blink of an eye, you found yourselves at the eerie mansion. As you explored the dimly lit rooms, Peter continued his teasing, confident until a particularly creepy clown statue made him jump.

You chuckled, "Afraid of clowns, Speedy?"

He scoffed, "No way, I just... they're unpredictable, you know?"

The laughter echoed through the mansion until an unexpected noise startled him. Peter, for all his speed, was caught off guard by a spooky sound, and his bravado crumbled.

He admitted sheepishly, "Okay, maybe I'm a little scared."

Grinning, you reassured him, "It's okay, Mr. Quicksilver. I'll protect you from the scary clowns .''

As you explored the haunted mansion further, the tension of the eerie atmosphere faded into shared laughter and whispered conversations. In a dimly lit room, Peter stopped abruptly, looking at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Hey there, pretty lady," he said, drawing you close. "Think anyone will notice if we take a little break from the scares?"

You smirked, "I doubt they'll miss us. What did you have in mind, Mr. Quicksilver?"

His lips met yours in a lingering kiss, the sensation amplified by the adrenaline still coursing through both of you. Pulling away, he grinned, "Just making sure you're not scared, you know? It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it."

You chuckled, "Well, Mr. Quicksilver, I appreciate your dedication to my well-being."

The banter continued as you explored further. In the shadows of a grand hallway, Peter whispered, "You know, pretty lady, this haunted mansion has nothing on the thrill of being around you."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you retorted, "Smooth, Speedy. Real smooth."

He winked, "I try my best. But seriously, I like this – just us, away from the chaos. Makes it feel like it's our own adventure."

You couldn't help but smile, "It does feel kind of special, doesn't it?"

As you reached the exit, Peter took your hand, his touch lingering. The party's distant music and laughter became the backdrop to your shared moment. "What do you say we head back, future Mrs. Maximoff?"

Your heart skipped a beat, and with a sly grin, you replied, "Lead the way, Mr. Quicksilver. But this time, take it slow."

His laughter echoed as he pressed another lingering kiss against your lips, savoring the connection between you two. The haunted mansion became a memory, but the shared moments lingered, creating a bond that felt as exhilarating as Peter's superspeed.

After your escapade in the haunted mansion, Peter whisked you back to the lively Halloween party. The distant thump of music and laughter filled the air as you both re-entered the vibrant scene.

"Look who decided to grace the party again!" Peter announced with a dramatic flair, causing a few partygoers to glance your way.

You grinned, "We needed a break, Mr. Quicksilver. All that running around can be exhausting."

He chuckled, "True, true. But I have the perfect remedy for that." With a wink, he led you to a quieter corner, away from the pulsating music.

As you leaned against a wall adorned with cobwebs, Peter's playful smirk returned. "Now, where were we, pretty lady?"

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a lingering kiss. The sounds of the party faded into the background as you both savored the stolen moment.

Pulling away, Peter continued, "You know, I think we make a pretty dynamic duo. The fastest guy and his fearless sidekick."

#evan peters #peter maximoff #x men #quicksilver #halloween

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