#colossus x reader

[visionofhope04]

Here for the angst of neglected batsis, imagine or hc them of moving out if the house when they are 18 and let's say they meet some spirit and they have their memory wiped and transfer to the marvel universe to restart their life and more happy, then the dc/marvel merge together because of a big threat and batfam sees batsis is heavily pregnant and married to our favorite deadpool charater Colossus?

How would they reached if batsis just can't remember them and keeps on telling them they have the wrong person?

I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK. Guess who's back!! Sorry it took me so long to get this out, I haven't had the motivation to write until recently. Also OOC warning bc I don't really know him well besides the Deadpool movies. I almost freaked out bc I haven't used the tumblr website in so long and it got updated so I thought I lost all my drafts. So glad they're still here, whew. Not beta read so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!

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It's been a year since moving into your apartment and you couldn't be happier. College was going well and you were taking classes you enjoyed. However, you haven't made any friends yet which led you to spend your free time reading or surfing the web. Jason didn't come by much due to having his own life and vigilante things, which you understood. It didn't mean you couldn't be a little bit sad about it though.

Even though you were enjoying your life, you still felt as if there was something missing. You'd been trying to figure out why you had felt this way but nothing came to mind. Any time you tried to brush off the feeling, it came back stronger. You did your best to ignore it and continue on with life, but it was always there, nagging you.

It had been a long day. College was so stressful. Your professors kept hurling projects at you that had deadlines that were practically impossible to meet. You just wanted it to end already and be on summer break. Then, you’d be able to sleep how long you wanted to without the fear of being late for class or forgetting to complete an assignment.

You sat down at your desk and pulled out your laptop, preparing to continue an essay that was due in three days. Suddenly, you began to feel nauseous. Confused, you attempted to ignore the feeling in favor of completing the essay. A few seconds after trying to focus on your laptop screen, you saw a bright light.

"My child, you will be saved from this life." A strangely comforting voice said.

Then everything faded to black.

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"Hello?!"

A voice. A voice? But you live alone and no one has the spare key to your apartment. You slowly opened your eyes, groaning and quickly shutting them again once a bright light blinded you.

"Oh you're alive, thank God. Can you speak?" Whoever this was seemed to have been panicking before, slightly less though now that you had indicated you were alive. You groan as you push yourself up off of what seems to be concrete. Concrete? You're definitely not in your apartment. You crack your eyes open again, this time with less difficulty, and come face to face with white lenses of a mask. Blinking again, you register that the lenses are attached to a red material with black lines.

"Ah!"

"AH!" The figure yells and jumps back, startled by your sudden surprise.

"What the hell are you supposed to be?" You asked, tilting your head slightly to the side.

"What do you mean? I'm Spiderman." His voice was a bit high pitched, he sounded like a teen at most.

"Spiderman? You've got to be joking. There is no Spiderman. Go home kid, crime fighting isn't a game." Sure, you may be a hypocrite, seeing as you are an ex-assassin who began learning how to kill at around 5, but at least you had training. What did this Spiderman have? From how startled he was, you assumed he had barely been trained, if at all.

“What? I'm literally Spiderman! I'm Queens' hero!"

"Queens, New York?" You thought you'd still be in New Jersey at least.

"Uh yeah. I don't think there are any other places called Queens that have a Spiderman."

"Again, Spiderman? Seriously? You couldn't think of a better name at least?"

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with Spiderman!"

"Sure kid, keep telling yourself that."

He was about to protest when suddenly, someone else dropped into the alley.

"Hey Spidey, who's this lovely lady?" A person in an all red with black suit with two swords on his back and guns strapped to his waist called out. The person seemed to be a male, around 30 years old.

"This 'lovely lady' is very confused. Who are you?" They keep multiplying, and you'd never seen this person either.

"Did you hit your head or something? You've never heard of or seen Deadpool? The most handsomest, most awesomest, funniest, killer crime fighter?"

"Uh nope. Also, I'm from Jersey, how did I end up here?"

"Good question. What's your name?"

"Oh, it's-" You stopped in confusion. "I actually don't remember. It was just at the tip of my tongue but I don't remember."

"Oh great! Amnesia! Just what we need. I'll let you handle her Spidey and I'll go stop some bad guys, 'kay?"

"What! No, don't leave me here!" Deadpool was already sprinting away.

"Let's get you to the base. Colossus and the others will know what to do."

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They did not, in fact, know what to do. Colossus sent Negasonic and Yukio to contact Professor X, while Spiderman went to contact Tony Stark (I'm still emotionally scarred from Endgame so no, he won't be dead, this is my fanfic and I can keep him alive if I want to) and Deadpool went back out to patrol. You were left alone with Colossus.

Uncomfortable silence sat between you. Just as you were beginning to get antsy, Colossus broke it first.

"Do you remember anything at all?"

"I'm... a college student. I live alone in an apartment in New Jersey, I think. I used to fight crime until... I don't know, it's fuzzy. I'm an ex-assassin who has been training since I was 5. That's all I remember."

"You can remember that but not your name?"

"Look, I don't know okay? I don't know what's happening or why I can't remember anything else. I want to remember who I am, but I can't. And it's so... so frustrating! Your suspicion is understandable, but it is not helping."

"I apologize. This is a stressful situation for you. I will be more considerate."

"Thank you."

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They could not figure out what happened to you or why you suddenly appeared in Queens one day. Your memory remained fuzzy, so you were stuck. As time passed, you and Colossus grew closer. You became so close that he told you his real name, you became a couple, and you got married. Seven years passed, you were 25 and you'd been trying for a baby. You both felt the time was right and that you'd be able to handle parenting.

Colossus came home from work one day, spent and tired. There you were, waiting for him at the door as usual.

"Hi my love, long day?" You fiddled with the positive pregnancy test behind your back.

"Yes darling, when is it not?"

"Well, we're going to have to figure something out, because there's no way I'll wake up every night to take care of our baby."

He looked confused, then realization hit. "You're..?" He looked so happy and hopeful, you couldn't contain your happiness. A huge smile lit up your face.

"Yes, we're finally going to be parents!" You pulled out the pregnancy test and held it up to him.

He laughed a joyful laugh, tears began to fall from the corners of his eyes as he embraced you. It must've been infectious because you began to tear up too. You remained in each other's embrace for a while, just existing in the moment. Time felt irrelevant as you basked in your shared delight.

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8 months later, your belly had swollen and grown. Everyone was happy for the both of you. You and Colossus were both eager for your little one to arrive. You'd both decided to wait for birth to find out the gender. It didn't matter to you whether it was a boy or girl, just that they were healthy (gender's a construct anyway). The pregnancy had been going great so far, but this time of easy-going was about to get ruined by your husband's job.

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Your world had merged with another because of some cosmic threat. Great! Your husband would be preoccupied trying to fix the situation, which meant that you'd be alone. Selfishly, you wished that they could let your husband stay with you so close to your due date, but you knew he had a role to play in saving two worlds.

Seeing your loneliness, Colossus decided to bring you with him to the Avengers' base. He hoped you'd be able to befriend some of the people there. You entered the compound and your eyes were drawn to some men standing beside a set of double doors. They all had suits on, black hair (one guy had two white streaks in his hair) and most had blue eyes, except for one man who had green eyes. He was also noticeably the darkest of the group. They felt familiar to you, especially the man with green eyes. Have you met them before? Who were they?

As your husband was discussing some details about the meeting, you couldn't help but watch the group of men. Not knowing why you thought you knew them annoyed you. As if they could feel your eyes on them (they could), they turned around in sync and locked eyes with you.

Their eyes widened and they all exclaimed your name in various degrees of disbelief. They rushed over to you and your husband protectively stepped in front of you

"How do you know my wife?"

"Wife?!" Some of them shouted. They were beginning to cause a scene.

"You're pregnant." The one with green eyes observed. He seemed to be having some sort of crisis.

All their eyes darted to your belly, making you uncomfortable. You placed your hand over your stomach and attempted to discretely hide behind your husband. This did not go unnoticed by them.

"You don't remember us?" The shortest of them questioned.

"No, I've never met you guys." You were very confused.

The man who appeared to be the oldest said your name. You stared at him as he studied your eyes, presumably to see if you were lying. It made you feel vulnerable and unsettled, couldn't they leave you alone?

"We're your family."

The guy with the white streaks in his hair scoffed. "You didn't treat her like she was family. I was the only one who cared for her when she was younger while you all ignored her and let her suffer. I'm glad she doesn't remember what you all did to her. She's clearly living a much better life without you lot in it."

This was getting more confusing by the second, although you felt there was truth to his words. Did you forget these people? They seemed very convincing if they were lying.

"I'm sorry but I really don't remember you guys. Maybe you have the wrong person?"

"No we don't! You disappeared one day and now that we've finally found you, you're saying you forgot everything!"

"That is enough. Please leave my wife alone, she does not know you, and she does not need the unnecessary stress of trying to remember people she's never met. Do not approach her anymore." Colossus guided you away from the men, who stared longingly at you. The heartbroken expressions they had after your husband's speech would follow you often. Were you sure you'd never met them before?

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#batfamily #batfam #batfam x reader #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #avengers x platonic reader #colossus #colossus x reader #tim drake #damian wayne #batfam x neglected!batsis!reader

[sadstonewrites]

Piotr Rasputin/Colossus SFW Alphabet

hi, I'm still alive I promise! Still working on fics, but wanted to throw this out here as a fun little writing exercise with the SFW alphabet! So, without further ado...

taglist: @master-sass-blast @osmiumamygdala @black-but-mildly-sunny @seconds-2-midnight

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Piotr is a very physically affectionate man - pats on the back, a hand up if you’re struggling to climb over an obstacle, a hand on your shoulder and a squeeze as he passes. He would struggle at first if you didn’t like physical affection or were uncomfortable with being touched, but his next go-to would be acts of service. Dishes needed to be washed? Done. Laundry needs to be folded? He’s already on it and put on your favorite show so you can watch as you two pair the socks together; he likes making your life easier if he can. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s the type of best friend who you know that if you go to for help, he’s going to help in whatever capacity he can. That being said, he’s the type to offer you solutions and advice as he’s doing it; if you need to vent, you’re going to have to tell him otherwise he’s going to try and fix it as best he can. The type of best friend to give you a lecture for ending up in a bad situation, but still comes to your rescue even if you're an hour away and it’s 3AM on a weeknight. 

The friendship starts naturally, you’re a colleague of his at Xavier’s or a friend of a friend and Piotr just…fits in your life. He slots in and makes a home for himself in your life, and you in his. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s a big fan of cuddles, although always very hesitant to initiate since he is one - very large and heavy - and two - covered in a hard metallic armor almost 85% of the time. You’re going to have to initiate and assure him you’re comfortable, and only then will he willingly cuddle up.

That being said, he’s a big fan of laying on his back with you nestled up to his side and your head on his chest. He’s got an arm draped over your side, lazily tracing patterns on your skin and holding you close. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

On paper he’d love to settle down, but knows the reality comes with conditions that he could never willingly ask a partner to be okay with. He’s still a superhero, and so many people would still need his help; if he had to choose between a mission where lives are at stake and you asking him to stay, he hates to admit how difficult a decision it would be. He doesn’t know if he could ever ‘retire’ in the traditional sense, settle down and leave the hero work on the shelf, but if anyone could persuade him, it’d be you.

He’s an alright cleaner in the fact he doesn’t make much of a mess to begin with. Piotr always picks up after himself, and is a very big fan of Marie Kondo’s mantra of keeping a clean and tidy space. As far as cooking goes, he’s good at cooking very specific dishes - Russian comfort food, anyone? But beyond that his cooking is a bit bland; the type to eat chicken breasts and steamed vegetables for every meal because it’s quick, easy, and keeps him fueled. You’re going to need to teach him to use seasonings. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If there is one man in the world who gives people too many chances, it’s Piotr. He always wants to give people the benefit of the doubt, the chance to change or improve. That being said, the point where the relationship would end would be if a major boundary was crossed; at that point, it’s time to reevaluate and have a serious conversation about the trajectory of the relationship. It would be awkward, and uncomfortable, because he would never want to intentionally hurt his partner, but also he would be quick to the point. Not wanting to drag it on any longer than it’s already gone. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Piotr likes the idea of commitment, of having a partner to share things with. Not so much having a ‘better half’ but just having someone there for him, and someone he can be there for in turn. It would probably take him 3-4 years of serious dating before he would want to get married, although he’s the type to dream about it around 6 months into the relationship. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

As Colossus, he had to teach himself to be gentle - to not accidentally crush someone’s hand in a handshake or put his foot through the floor with each step - it’s carried over even when he’s not armored up. He’s extremely gentle, very aware of the strength of his hands or how his large frame fills a room and could very easily knock over an end table (or, god forbid, a person) with the slightest brush of his hip. 

He would need to teach himself to be gentle with his emotions as well, his frustration or anxiety coming off as overbearing or lecturing at first (again, you’ll need to specifically tell him not to offer solutions when you just need to vent). That being said, he’s not the type that’s prone to emotional outbursts, but rather has the need to channel his negative emotions into action rather than sitting with them and fully processing them. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs, is perfect for hugs, hugs his friends often (if they are okay with it). He’s a big bear hugger, the type to pick the other person up by the armpits and swing them around if the occasion calls for it.  

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

As soon as he knows the other person feels the same, he’s going to say it. Not the type to be subtle in his affections for his friends or romantic partners, so at most maybe 6 months into the relationship. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Piotr doesn’t get jealous; if you’re in a relationship together, then he trusts you and knows not to be jealous if you’re spending time with anyone else or aren’t giving him your full undivided attention. He knows you have a life outside of him and your relationship, and he actively encourages it. 

Of course, that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to be protective. He’s not jealous because somebody is taking up all your attention, but he is absolutely moving and putting an arm around you if you show any outward sign of being uncomfortable; he’s going to physically move you behind him, if needed. He’s going to check up on you when you’re with your friends, a quick text to make sure you’re having fun and then another to ask when you’ll be home; he’ll wait up for you to come home and breathe a little easier when you walk through the door. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

If he’s armored up, his skin is cool to the touch and his lips are no different as they gently brush against yours. Butterfly soft, the smallest amount of pressure as if he’s afraid you’ll break under him. He’s a big fan of forehead kisses (it’s the easiest kiss to give when you’re almost seven feet tall) but also kisses to both your cheeks and then a soft, final press of his lips against yours. 

Kiss his knuckles, his palms, and he’s a goner. He’s so used to his hands being used to smash through walls and push through obstacles, that the gentle press of your lips against his joints has him stopped dead in his tracks. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Loves kids, is fantastic around kids. He is very large and is the perfect jungle gym for rambunctious children, but also can be very gentle and encouraging with any of the shyer ones who are intimidated by a large man made of metal. He’s still a bit of a stickler for rules and structure, no desserts before dinner and all vegetables must be eaten, but makes up for it by just being a really fun adult that kids kind of gravitate towards. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Piotr’s mornings are typically his busiest time; if he’s not working out in the morning, then he’s preparing for the day ahead with his various lessons. Is a very early riser as well, has an internal alarm clock that goes off at 6AM regardless of whether or not it’s a weekend and makes it so he cannot fall back asleep. 

Of course, that leads to morning cuddles if it’s the rare occasion where he actually doesn’t have a million things to do that day. He never takes those mornings for granted, holding you close and inhaling the scent of your shampoo and molding his body to spoon yours. If there’s nothing  else to do that day, he’ll spend the entire morning like that. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Piotr’s night time routine is less strict than his morning one, mostly focusing on winding down for the evening and getting comfortable before going to bed. A nice shower, pajamas and a chapter of the latest book he’s reading before turning off the lights and waiting for sleep to come. He tries to avoid any screen time before bed, if he can help it, but absolutely will get invested in whatever show you’re watching and will watch an episode with you before bed. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Piotr is a fairly open type of person as far as revealing things about himself, although isn’t the type to say it out of nowhere without a proper relationship being established. If you ask him anything, he’ll almost always give you a straightforward answer, but won’t necessarily give the nitty gritty details until a proper relationship and mutual trust is created. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Patience of a saint, it takes so much to get him to show any frustration beyond general annoyance or displeasure. True anger is difficult to get from Piotr, and is usually reserved for very specific circumstances or people. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He is the type to make notes in his phone if you mention you like a certain brand of something or a specific snack. Those flowers you mentioned offhand? He has a note in his phone and a reminder to place an order to the florist on Valentine’s Day and your birthday. It's an effort, and doesn’t necessarily come naturally to him to remember all the little details, but wants to make you happy so keeps a running list of things that make you happy. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

There’s a moment in the relationship where the dynamic shifts, where it’s less ‘I am trying to impress/entice this person into a relationship’ and it becomes more ‘this is my friend who I love but also am romantically involved with and would tear this world down for’. That moment would be Piotr’s favorite, and it would be a casual moment; the two of you in pajamas, perhaps both in the same room but idly doing your own thing. And it’s then that Piotr looks over at you, in one of his t-shirts and a face mask while you scroll absentmindedly on your phone,and  there’s something in that moment when you look up at him and smile that makes his heart clench. There’s nothing particularly special, but it’s you and him and he feels so…at peace in your presence. 

It’s at that moment he knows you could ask him to do anything, ask him to jump and he’d ask how high, and it both frightens and exhilarates him to know that you - wonderful, imperfectly perfect you - have this much power over him. A man who regularly faces life or death for a cause bigger than himself as casually as some people court lovers, and he’d throw it all down for the person sitting next to him. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’d wrap you in bubble wrap if he could, carry you down every flight of stairs if it meant your safety. Not because he doubts your ability or because he wants to undermine your autonomy, but because the thought of you getting hurt - especially when he could have prevented it - would kill him. If he can’t protect you, what is he? He’s the shield for his team, the battering ram when the situation calls for it, but for you he’ll be an entire suit of armor. 

Of course he knows that’s not feasible to always be there to save you, but it doesn’t stop him from always watching you a bit closer, having a hand at your side, or walking on the side of you that faces traffic. If you’d try to do the same for him, step in front of him or try to shield his body with your own - at first he won’t know what to think. He’s so used to being the one to take the hits, and to have someone willing to take them for him? Well, it’s going to take some getting used to, and it probably contributes to him falling for you a bit faster than he usually would. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in a lot more effort than he puts on when it comes to dates and anniversaries and holidays. He has it planned down to the letter - your favorite restaurant, the flowers that you mentioned offhandedly that you liked, and the outfit you said he looked so handsome in. Of course, it’s played off as effortless, just another part of his routine, and you’ll quickly see the cracks start to form if something goes off course.

Just kiss his hand and assure him it’s perfect, as long as he’s there beside you,  and he’ll quickly resume sweeping you off your feet. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Stickler for routine, needs structure or else he will quickly fall into bad habits fueled by self doubt. Often questions his place in the grand scheme of things if he feels like he is not fulfilling his role as a protector, and can spiral very quickly into depression or self destructive habits. 

Also, he will wear shorts and a tank top no matter how cold it gets. He’s that kid, you know the one. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Piotr’s interesting in this regard - he doesn’t so much care for his looks as far as aesthetics go. I’ve touched on this in previous asks and various drabbles, but he lifts and works out to be strong rather than to look a certain way. It’s functional, and he's more of a strongman than a bodybuilder, if that makes sense. He works out and stays fit because it suits his lifestyle and helps him be the Colossus his team needs him to be, getting ripped isn’t so much the prerogative. Of course, he enjoys looking strong and like he could tear the doors off a car without trying, and he’s the type to change if he notices a stain on his shirt, but for the most part he’s not a very vain person as far as looks are concerned. He dresses for comfort and utility rather than fashion most of the time, but he has the capacity to dress up if needed. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Incomplete isn’t the right word. He’d feel like something was lacking, like he was missing something that would otherwise make him happy, but he would still be able to function. You don’t make him Piotr, just like he doesn’t make you…well, you. It’s an added bonus of having another person around, and it would be great if you were there and he’ll certainly miss you if you aren’t there, but he’ll be able to function without you. He’ll have to, at least that’s what he tells himself. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Okay, so the Russian stereotype of drinking vodka like it’s water is very prevalent, and yeah Piotr’s able to drink a lot and stay relatively sober, but he doesn’t really like the feeling of being inebriated beyond a slight buzz. It’s a dangerous game to get him really drunk, not only for anyone trying to keep up with him, but also for him. Drunk Piotr is a sad, sappy Piotr who is going to hold onto his friends or significant other and cry into their shoulder while forgetting his own strength. He has absolutely broken a few barstools (and a few bars) by getting too inebriated for his own good and completely forgetting that he can smash through most surfaces with little to no effort. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I think Piotr wouldn’t be a fan of people who are completely resistant to change or self improvement - he wants to grow and try new things with you! You can be hesitant, you’ll work up to it together and he’ll be the most supportive person in your corner, but to completely shut him down or resist it altogether would really dishearten him. I also think a lack of ambition would really turn him off - if you have a goal, no matter how small, he wants to be there to help you achieve it. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Once he settles down and is fully out cold, he does not move. Absolutely still, he’s conditioned himself to not to move or throw out an arm in fear it’ll strike out and break another bedside table. This will be doubled if you are sleeping beside him, he would be terrified of accidentally rolling over in his sleep on top of you!

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[betyloca]

headcanons of piotr rasputin (colossus) to wade wilson's friend

pairing: colossus x latin mutant reader

• Colossus was in the mansion when he noticed on the news that an accident had occurred on a highway involving two mutants.

• Knowing that one of them was Wade, he immediately went to look for him.

• When he arrived at the place he found him trying to kill a guy.

• After stopping Wade from killing him, they started arguing.

colossus: it's not a way to do things, there are rules

wade: shove the rules up your ass

• That caused the colossus to hit and caused a fight between them.

• Of course, between the blows he gave to Wade, he broke some bones

colossus: give up now wade

Wade: ok I need reinforcements morena

• Upon hearing that he saw a masked person addressing him.

• saw how he started shooting at him with a gun

• As a defense, he hit her, sending her away until he saw when she got up, taking off her mask, showing that she was a woman.

Wade: Ahhhh you hit Y/N you son of a bitch.

Colossus: I didn't know she was a woman.

• This guy felt terrible when he realized he knocked you unconscious.

• He decided to take you to the mansion so you could rest.

• when you woke up he tried to talk to you but you just started throwing things at him

colossus: stop throwing things at me

y/n: what do you want.. ehh?

Colossus: I just want to talk, yes.

y/n: after hitting me, no thanks.

colossus: it was not intentional because we didn't start again I'm piotr rasputin but they call me colossus

y/n: ahhh okay I'm y/n Gonzáles friend of wade wilson

• How did your friendship with him begin?

• This guy loved how energetic you were. He loves it when you talk to him about your favorite movies non-stop.

• he thinks wade is a bad influence on you but he had to accept that wade was like your brother from another mother

• likes it when you ask him about his mutation and how much weight he carries

• One day I ask you why you wear gloves.

colossus: why do you wear gloves that only cover three fingers?

y/n: I disintegrate everything I touch by supporting the entire palm of my hand, that's why I use them

• He is fascinated by your mutation, he likes to see how powerful you are.

• Until one day he saw you in action and noticed how agile you were with weapons.

• He loves that you visit him in the mansion, he loves spending time with you

• Wade gets jealous when I steal his best friend because he started to notice that he was in love.

Wade: So you like y/n?

colossus: what times are you talking about?

Wade: Come on, it's clear that you love her and if I'm honest, if you want to win her over, do it with food, you seriously love her.

Colossus: I'll take that information

Wade: She's also a virgin if they do it so you don't break her in two.

colossus: wade!!

• okey wade was right you loved the food

• when I bought you some cupcakes you started jumping like a little child with happiness

y/n: they are for me seriously

colossus: yes I thought you would like it

y/n: *jumping* there I love you I love you thank you* kissing his cheek*

• I love seeing you so I started giving you things, more often they were all snacks.

• tell about seeing you this happy and getting some kisses

• until one day you also gave him a gift, a handmade bracelet

y/n: I made it for you

colossus: thank you very much

Y/N: I knew you would like it.

• He never takes off his bracelet until he shows it off to Wade.

• loves every gift you give him, keeping them as a treasure

• loves having movie nights with you and feels so intimate as if it were a moment for the two of you.

• He likes it when you ask him to straighten your hair, he always ends up making a mess but you show it off with pride.

• you trust him so much that you started wearing his clothes

colossus: that one on my shirt

y/n: I have all my shirts in the laundry I hope you don't mind

colossus: don't take what you want* smiling to himself*

#piotr rasputin x reader #colossus x reader #xmen x reader #xmen imagine #deadpool #x reader #marvel #deadpool 2 #deadpool imagine #deadpool x reader

[0bloodhorn0]

Some inspiring conversations i’ve had with Deadpool

#deadpool #character ai #colossus #colossus x male reader #colossus x reader #deadpool x male reader #gay #deadpool x reader #marvel #marvel memes #funny #memes

[lesbian-deadpool]

Y/N: One of us.

Domino: One of us.

Wade: ONE OF US!

Colossus, swinging a knife around like a lunatic: BEGONE FOUL DEMONS!

#source: discord #incorrect marvel quotes #domino imagine #domino #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson #colossus x reader #colossus imagine #colossus #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #MCU x reader #MCU imagine #marvel #MCU

[ashe-smash]

Rewatching the Deadpool movies

I’d like to be in a Cable Colossus Sandwich yess yess

#ashe talks #self shipping #talk about stuck between a rock and a hard place or something #deadpool movie #deadpool x reader #colossus x reader #cable x reader

[emma-frxst]

Love Yourself

Pairing: colossus x reader

Warnings: body insecurity

Summary: anon asked “Gotcha! In that case, i had this idea about fluffy Piotr x chubby fem!reader, she's insecure about her body, Piotr is such a gentleman and respects her boundaries and also tries to help her see how beautiful she is, maybe he could lift her spirits with some innocent tickling and kissing while they cuddle in his cold room? He loves hearing her laugh and showers her with compliments to see her blush and get flustered cause I think hes just that kind of guy❤️”

You and Piotr were out and about in the city, doing some holiday shopping.

You walked up to a store window, admiring a pair of shoes that caught your attention. Your eyes drifted to the other goods within the display. Your eyes stopped and stared at the impossibly thin mannequin.

You let out a sigh as you pulled your jacket tighter around your body. Your insecurities began creeping up on you.

Piotr came out of the store next door, just in time.

“(Y/n) I have found best workout pants and-“ He stopped mid sentence, his focus on you. “what is wrong darling?”

“Nothing, just ready to head back.” You flashed a faux smile, hoping he wouldn’t see past it.

“Me too.” He agreed.

Piotr could tell something was wrong, but he didn’t want to push it.

“Why don’t we go back to my place and watch film?” Piotr suggested, hoping to take your mind off things.

“Sure.” You replied, ready for some colossus snuggles.

Piotr’s room was rigidly neat, as was his lifestyle. Wake up. Breakfast. Workout. Teach. - that’s how his days usually went. But then there was his time with you, which he’s gladly more flexible with.

You and piotr lay snuggled up in his bed, you insisted having the thick fuzzy blanket, it was always cold in his room. ‘Good for keeping germ count down’ he says. ‘Reminds me of home’ he says. But all in all you weren’t complaining, it just meant you got to snuggle up close to your metal man.

“Will you tell me what is wrong ?” Piotr spoke up after a few minutes into cuddling and a movie.

“I just, it’s stupid….”

“Y/n…”Piotr gave you the look. “Not stupid.” He assured you, now sitting up.

You rolled over to face him, mirroring him.

“Look..I saw the mannequin in the store and it was like stupid thin, like not even humanly- or mutantly- possible. Makes me feel insecure even more than I already am”

“No need for you to be unsure of yourself. You are perfect.” He tucked your hair behind your ear. “You are kind, smart, beautiful....I could go on but my English fails me when it comes to adjectives..my point is you are amazing , y/n!”

His comments earning a small smile form you.

“Da, do I see a smile?”

You blushed, his compliments sending you into a tizzy. He was always good at getting you all flustered.

“Yeah, yeah there’s a smile.” you teased.

“I bet I can see a bigger one.”

“Oh no.”

“Dats right.” The expression on Piotr face unmistakeable, you were about to be relentlessly tickled.

As the laughs fell from your lips, Piotr’s heart swelled, he just wanted to see you happy. And if some childish tickling was what it took, then he was happy to oblige.

“Okay! Okay! I give up, You win.” You said breathlessly, only then Piotr stopped his relentless attack of tickles.

“Da. There’s that smile.” He boasted.

“Yeah, yeah.” You said, feigning being upset about never winning the tickle battle.

“I try not to cross boundary, y/n, in all seriousness, I only want for you to see you, how I see you. I want to see your pretty smile and hear your laugh.”

“You’re too sweet Piotr Rasputin.” You leaned up to give him a peck on the lips, but Piotr held your kiss for much longer, and kissed you much deeper.

You liked where this was going.

-

tags: @chromecutie @xenomorphique @evelyn120700 @nightriver99 @iamwarrenspeace @this-that-and-every-thing-else @hsk-puma @bungeewabbit @pianomad @lesbianstarkx @hazilyimagine-blog @super-darlcloudtsudent @thehuntress26 @siren-lamented-vampire @mooleche @rovvboat @leo-writer-deactivated20221124 @dandyqueen @nitemaremotionless @thewintersoldierswife @master-sass-blast

#colossus #piotr rasputin #colossus x reader #colossus fanfiction #deadpool fanfiction #piotr rasputin x reader #mine #kacceywrites

[master-sass-blast]

Paint the Future.

Summary: "He’d locked away the sketchbook with the nursery designs. He’d needed to be present for you as you cycled through anxiety, grief, self-blame, and depression. And, if he was being honest, it hurt too much to have the sketchbook out.

Piotr flips the key into his palm and curls his fist shut –though he’s careful not to apply too much force. 'Don’t break it.' He takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly through his nose. Then, he kneels down and slides the key into the drawer’s lock with a quiet click."

aka Piotr has trauma from all the Reader's miscarriages, too, which start to come to the surface.

Pairing(s): Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

Rating: G but as a note there are mentions of miscarriage and reflections on Piotr's trauma from the Reader's previous miscarriages.

Word count: 3.6k.

Set after "The Long Awaited Arrival."

Piotr is a man of principles, high among which is organization. A tidy space makes for a tidy mind, in his opinion. He likes having order in life –which certainly includes his art studio and supplies.

Granted, Piotr knows that mess comes with art. Paints stain, pencils leave shavings and smear, ink bleeds and drips, erasers leave little scraps all over the place, paper tears, chalk gets dust everywhere… The work process is seldom clean; that doesn’t mean his studio can’t be.

Sure, things get chaotic when he’s in the middle of multiple projects, or if things with the Institute and X-Men get busy. But, as a rule, he keeps his studio tidy. Clutter makes it difficult to focus, which leads to mistakes, which leads to ruined drawings and afternoons spent brooding over simple slip ups.

He has a massive bookshelf that spans one wall of his studio space. He designed and built it himself. The bottom half is built like rows of cubbies; it’s designed to hold bins of his bulkier supplies –tubes of paint, extra erasers, tins of pencils, cases of markers, and the like. The enclosed sides mean that knocking something over is less likely, which means damaging his (often expensive) supplies is less likely. The top half are proper bookshelves, which is where he keeps his art reference books, less delicate supplies, and stacks of sketchbooks. The whole thing is painted white –which seems counterintuitive, given that he works with very pigmented tools, but painting the shelves white means that he can scrub the shelves down as hard as necessary without lightening the color of the paint. Aside from his art desk, which has a mechanism that lets him adjust the angle of the desk to his needs, it’s one of his best builds.

His angled desk sits in front of the windows, adjacent to the couch that you like to sprawl out on while he works. It has an adjustable lamp clamped to the top, and several wooden cubbies built onto the sides to hold supplies while he’s in the middle of working. The chair that goes with it was a custom-ordered piece; no other stool or chairs could accommodate his height properly.

He has a second desk that he keeps in the corner of his room, too. It’s a traditional desk he found at a thrift store, made out of dark stained wood with built in drawers. He mostly uses it for grading (or as a makeshift table if he needs a lot of supplies out at once).

But the desk also has a drawer that locks. And, fortunately enough, the key was still with the piece when he purchased it at the store.

Presently, he’s staring at the locked drawer. His chest feels painfully tight with nerves. He purses his lips, mind whirling with indecision.

He doesn’t keep anything in the locked drawer –save for one sketchbook he saw fit to isolate from the others.

He’d started some drawings about a year after the two of you had gotten married; by then, the two of you had settled into your new home and union. You’d started talking about kids. Even though you hadn’t started trying yet, he’d started making designs for the nursery –a mural to go on one of the walls and a few smaller thematic paintings to go on the others.

Piotr swallows hard, then stands from the couch he keeps in his studio and crosses the room to his other desk. He opens the center draw and pulls out the key to the locked drawer. He spins it in his fingers, absently studying the curves of the key’s teeth. It’s so small.

And then you two started trying. It took months for you to get pregnant –and then you’d lost the baby mere days later.

It’d been devastating –but these things happen, you’d both reasoned. Sometimes life was painful and unfortunate, but it didn’t mean that one couldn’t carry on. So the two of you had tried again.

And then you’d miscarried again. And again. And again.

He’d locked away the sketchbook with the nursery designs. He’d needed to be present for you as you cycled through anxiety, grief, self-blame, and depression. And, if he was being honest, it hurt too much to have the sketchbook out.

Piotr flips the key into his palm and curls his fist shut –though he’s careful not to apply too much force. Don’t break it. He takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly through his nose. Then, he kneels down and slides the key into the drawer’s lock with a quiet click.

But now you’re pregnant again. And, what’s more, your specialist says that things look promising. You can’t afford to take any unnecessary risks, and you need regular check ups, but…

Piotr opens the drawer.

The sketchbook leans at an angle, spiral binding down so the pages didn’t get creased. The cover –a generic sketch of a vase printed on the cover of every sketchbook by this particular brand–stares up at him.

He gingerly picks up the sketchbook and flips it open. It’s mostly empty; it hadn’t felt right to toss such precious drawings in with another, more utilitarian book. He checks them over, noting what he’d change now and what he’d keep, then closes the drawer and tucks the sketchbook under his arm as he stands. Maybe bit of hope is good.

***

He shows the sketches to his mother first.

He feels guilty for not showing you first. You’re his wife. You’re carrying the baby that the nursery will be for. Out of anyone, societal convention dictates that you should see the sketches first.

But it’s not like he’s not going to show you at all. No, he fully intends to show you so you can give equal feedback; you’ll use the nursery just as much as he does, after all. He wants you to enjoy how it looks, too.

But after… everything, he needs… a certain kind of support. A certain style of comfort.

He feels small, like he’s six years old again. He’s six years old, and he’s just fallen and scraped his knees on the concrete block that hosts the water troughs for the horses’ paddock. He’s whimpering and sniffling, and his mother has just scooped him up and is carrying him towards the main farmhouse to patch his wound.

He wants to feel like that again. Just for a moment.

As always, his mother delivers her verdict in as few words as possible. She peers down at the page, gives it a once over, then nods. “Looks good.”

Piotr sighs –albeit fondly–and rolls his eyes. “I was hoping for a bit more than that, mama,” he says in Russian.

“Then you should’ve asked your father,” Alex replies in kind. She smirks, then shakes her head before studying the main mural sketch again. “No, medvezhonok, it looks very good. You always do immaculate work.”

“It’s just a sketch,” he mutters.

Alex tsks. “None of that. Accept the compliment, malenkiy.”

“Spasibo,” Piotr murmurs, ears turning pink with sheepish satisfaction. He stares down at the page, but he can’t really take in any of the details from the sketch. His mind still feels distant; his gut feels like thorny vines are curling through it. He swallows hard, then tries to feign nonchalance. “Do you like it?”

“I’m not the one who needs to answer that.” Alex cocks her head back and studies her son for a moment. She crosses her arms loosely over her chest. “And I suspect that’s not what you’re really here to ask me.”

He flinches. He looks away, opting to stare at the ground instead. Nausea creeps through his gut. His breathing shallows. Why is this so hard?

“Alright.” Alex’s hands are on his shoulders, guiding him towards the porch. She nudges him forward until he sits on the front steps of the farmhouse. “Sit.”

“I don’t–”

“Yes, you do. You just went paler than snow.”

Piotr swallows hard. He closes the sketchbook and sets it aside. I don’t want to lose this baby, too.

“Hey.” Alex kneels in front of him when he lets out a tight, shuddering breath. She cups his face in her hands and gently strokes his cheeks with her thumbs. “Talk to me, medvezhonok.”

Piotr lets out a ghost of a laugh, lips briefly twitching into a smile. “Do as you say, not as you do?”

“Exactly.” Alex smirks, but the expression fades when Piotr’s frown returns. “What’s wrong, Piotr?”

He sighs, weak and wavering, then lets himself lean forward when his mother pulls him into a hug. He buries her face against her shoulder and closes his eyes. “I’m scared.”

“Okay.” Alex strokes her fingers through his hair. She kisses his temple, then asks, “Scared of what?”

“Of –of another miscarriage.” His throat constricts with grief and fear. He can feel his eyes burning with tears. “Of losing the baby. If –if I paint the mural, if we get the nursery ready, and then–”

“Tische.” Alex hugs Piotr tighter when he lets out a sob. She cups his head with one hand and rubs his back with the other. “It’s okay–”

“No, it isn’t!” Piotr snaps. He pulls back and scrubs his face roughly with the heels of his hands. “Nothing about this is okay!” He purses his lips, falling silent as the onslaught of emotion lodges somewhere between his chest and his throat. Nothing about watching my wife blame herself for things beyond her control is okay. Nothing about hoping things will be different, only for everything to be the same is okay. Nothing about losing over, and over, and over– He lets out a ragged sigh, then slumps against his mother. “How do you hope? How are you not afraid?”

“Bozhe ty moi.” Alex sighs, then kisses his temple before patting his back. “Hold on. Let me think.”

Piotr sits up, then shifts to the side so his mother has more room as she sits on the step next to him. He studies her –the way she braces her forearms against her knees, how she’s tucked her tongue against the inside of her lower lip, the tightness around her eyes–as she thinks.

When Alex is silent for several moments, though, he turns his attention to the farm; your uncle had found a beautiful, sprawling plot of land to teleport the Rasputin farm to. The whole space is surrounded by towering trees, encapsulating the house and farm plots from view. The house is positioned atop a hill that slopes towards the back of the property, where the farm, animal pens, and crop fields are.

It’s a beautiful day. Sunny, pleasantly warm, not a cloud in the late summer sky. There’s a soft breeze in the air that rustles through the tree canopies. Birds chirp overhead, and the chatter of squirrels and chipmunks are audible around them.

If he were in a better mood, he’d want to paint the scene in front of him. A nice big canvas –or, better yet, a large piece of watercolor paper, pre-soaked and stretched…

“I don’t know if I was ever not afraid.”

Piotr inhales sharply, abruptly tuning back in when his mother finally speaks. He blinks a few times to focus himself, then frowns when her meaning settles in his mind. He turns to face her. “What do you mean?”

Alex shrugs. She leans back, bracing her palms against the step behind them. “I remember… I was always on alert, I guess. Every time I was pregnant with one of you, I was always like ‘okay, this is happening, what do I need to do to keep everyone safe?’” Her mouth twitches into a brief, distant frown. She shrugs again, eyebrows raising and lowering. “I was scared, but I knew I had to move forward.” She pauses for a moment, then lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. “You should’ve asked your father. He’s much better at platitudes than I am.”

“But he didn’t go through it like you did.”

“He did in his own way,” Alex corrects, “but I understand what you mean.” She cocks her head to one side, considering, then adds, “I think… it’s okay to be happy. I had to learn that one from your father –taking time to be happy with things, instead of always focusing on what’s going to go wrong.” She smirks, but the expression is distinctly melancholy. “You got that from me, unfortunately.”

Piotr shakes his head and wraps one arm around his mother’s shoulders. “I’d rather have part of you than none of you.”

“Far better things to take than perpetual pessimism,” Alex scoffs.

“I have your hair, too,” Piotr points out with a smile.

Alex snorts and rolls her eyes. “Yes, you do have that. But, to stay on target…” She smirks when her son chuckles, then continues. “I had to learn that it’s okay to be happy –to do things that make you happy. Even when you’re afraid. Even when things could fall apart.” Her expression goes distant for a moment; her lips curl into a faint frown. “I’m not so sure I’ve mastered it. Your father’s always been better at this type of shit.”

Piotr shrugs, then mulls the suggestion over. But… if we prepare the nursery… if we put in all that work and let our guard down… and then everything… He swallows hard. His hands curl into tight fists. He draws in a shaking breath, then quickly reroutes his mind to avoid the anguish of inevitable conclusion. “But –but if… if we do, and–”

“Nothing you do –or don’t do–is going to make that baby die,” Alex interjects, level-headed and unapologetically blunt. She cocks her head to the side, studying Piotr as he grumbles under his breath. “Would painting the nursery make you happy?”

He thinks about it –truly thinks about it. He lets his mind wander to a daydream he’d abandoned a while ago, back when it was first apparent that you might not be able to keep a pregnancy. He’s in the nursery space, sketching out the main mural while you work on some other details for another wall. He’s smiling, and laughing with you, and you’re overjoyed in a way he hasn’t seen in so long…

He’s happy. So much so that it terrifies him.

Piotr blinks –then quickly wipes his cheeks when the unexpected wetness of tears. He sniffs, then nods when Alex rubs his shoulder. “It would.”

She nods along, watching as he tries to collect himself. “Would it make her happy?”

“I think so.” Piotr smiles as he thinks of you. “This pregnancy has been… hard for her. She’s been very sick. I think this may… ‘boost’ her.”

“Then do it.”

“But if we…” His throat constricts with anguish, and it takes a couple tries before he can continue. “If we… if we lose the baby–”

“You’ll adopt.” Alex lifts one hand and wipes the tears off his cheek. “There’s more than one option, medvezhonok.”

Piotr shakes his head. “Not for mutants. We’d get blacklisted before we got anywhere.”

“You don’t know that,” Alex insists. She ducks her head, staring Piotr down until he meets her gaze. “Okay? You don’t know that. A lot has changed in the past decade, and you two would be perfect candidates. Don’t shut yourself down before you’ve even explored the possibility.” She waits until Piotr nods, then adds, “Besides, there’s plenty of mutant kids the government would be glad to have off their hands. Those fucking pigs would probably think you’re doing them a favor.”

He rolls his eyes, but the clouds of concern quickly overshadow any hope he might have. “But… if they don’t…”

“Then we’ll figure it out. All of us.” Alex arches one eyebrow when Piotr shoots her a quizzical look. “We’re here for you, malenkiy. The two of you have a lot of resources and connections that you haven’t even tapped into yet. If you want a family, we’ll do whatever we can to see that you get one.” She pauses while Piotr nods slowly, mostly to himself, then adds, “Besides, babies are easy enough to steal.”

Piotr’s head whips around, eyes wide with shock. “Mama!”

“I’m kidding.” She smirks when Piotr sputters, then claps him on the shoulder. “Be happy, Piotr.” Her smirk falters for a moment, then settles into a melancholy smile. “Do what I couldn’t –didn’t. Be happy. Let yourself enjoy this time.”

I don’t know if I can. Piotr draws in a deep breath, then lets it out slowly. But… I can try. He nods, then leans over and draws his mother into a hug. “Thank you, mama.”

“Of course, baby.” Alex winds her arms around his shoulders, holding him tight. “Of course.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, malenkiy.”

***

You’re puttering in the kitchen when he gets home, humming along with a song playing on your laptop. You turn when you hear him walk through the front door, then pause the music before greeting him in English. “Hi, baby!”

“Privet.” He sets his keys and wallet in the dish the two of you keep by the front door, then strides back to the kitchen. He smiles when he sees you, then draws you into a hug. He basks in the simple comfort of holding you for a moment, then kisses the top of your head before letting you go. “What are you doing, myshka?”

“Making chocolate covered strawberries.” You hold up what looks like a mug of mostly melted chocolate chips, then gesture to a plate in front of you; it’s covered with parchment paper and laden with some –admittedly sloppy–chocolate covered strawberries and random drippings of chocolate. “Don’t look in the sink. It took me a few tries to get the melting process right.”

“I will not look in sink,” Piotr promises (even though he already saw the small collection of bowls and mugs filled with seized chocolate when he came in). He reaches down and gently rubs your swollen belly, then presses his lips together when you use a strawberry to scrape down the side of the mug. “Ah… myshka…”

“Yeah?” You ask. You place the chocolate covered berry –there’s practically a mountain of chocolate on the poor thing–on your plate, then lick a smear of chocolate off your thumb. You hum to yourself, content, then look up when he doesn’t continue. “What?”

“I…” He pauses, considering his words carefully. “Are you going to eat these all at once?”

You scrunch up your face. “No. I’m making these for the next few days –and to share, which you should be so lucky.”

“Indeed I am.” He kisses the top of your head, then clarifies. “I was merely concerned. It is important to watch sugar levels.”

“Gestational diabetes and all that, I know,” you agree, nodding. “But my bloodwork’s been good so far.”

“I know,” Piotr says, though the tightness in his chest and throat doesn’t ease. “But is good to be careful.” He waits until you use up the last of your chocolate, then clears his throat. “I… I have something to show you.”

“Ooh, what is it?” You ask as you carry your plate of strawberries to the fridge.

Piotr swallows hard as anxiety crests over the back of his head. He takes a deep breath, steels himself, then lets it out. It is okay to be happy. “I have sketches for nursery.”

“Really?” You gasp, delighted, and beam at him. “Let me wash my hands, then show me!”

He opens the sketchpad and sets it upon a clean portion of the counter. He puts one arm around your shoulders when you come over to inspect his work. “This is for main wall, and these are accents to go on other walls.”

“Oh my gosh,” you coo. You press your hands against your mouth and bounce lightly on the balls of your feet. “It’s Winnie the Pooh!”

“Da.” He grins, delighted that you recognized the references he’d pulled from. “I combined styles with traditional zhostovo art.”

“It looks so beautiful!” you gush. You clutch your hands against your chest. “Oh, Pooh’s house! Piotr, this is incredible!”

He bends down to kiss your temple. “Spasibo. Mama liked them as well.”

“Oh.” You twist to look up at him. “You showed your mom?”

Your tone and face are still bright, but he cringes all the same. Why did I say anything? “Ah –yes.” He lets out a nervous chuckle. “I am sorry. I know I should have showed you first–”

“I didn’t know there was some kind of rule about it,” you interject, face scrunched up in confusion. “I mean, it’s not like you were trying to get her approval before mine.” You pause for a moment, then squint your eyes in a dramatic, obvious caricature of suspicion and point at him. “Unless you were!”

“Nyet, nyet,” he laughs, holding up his hands.

You laugh along with him and lower your hand. “No, I know. I don’t think your mom even has the capacity for bullshit like that.”

He snorts. “You have that right. I think she’d rather chew her arm off.”

You chuckle and nod, then go back to fawning over his sketches. “These are so gorgeous, honey. Oh my gosh, I can’t wait to have these up on the walls! What kind of background color were you thinking?”

“Probably green or yellow. Goes best with colors of forest and flowers.” He places his hands on your shoulders, holding you close as you continue your fawning examination. His whole body still feels keyed up with anxiety and foreboding –his chest is tight, and his stomach’s churning–but he forces himself to take another deep, slow breath. It is okay to be happy.

And he’s going to be. One way or another, he’s going to be.

#sass writes #piotr rasputin x reader #colossus x reader #FINALLY #I CAN FINALLY POST FICS #i'm so relieved yall have no idea #tw: mention of miscarriage #the baby's fine i promise #but there's mentions of miscarriage #and a lot of emotional trauma on piotr's part #just as an fyi #emotional hurt/comfort #x men fanfiction #deadpool fanfiction

[0funkyducky0]

𐐪𐑂 Colossus 𐐪𐑂

𐐪𐑂 Smut 💕 - 𐐪𐑂 Fluff 💝

#colossus #colossus x reader #colossus x reader smut #colossus x reader fluff #colossus smut #colossus fluff

[fandomnerd9602]

What if Colossus accidentally fell on y/n from behind as they were leaning on him which the impact could crush them but y/n ends up surviving it.

Colossus: I am sorry. Are you alright?

Y/N: I’m fine. I got Dad’s healing factor

Deadpool: how dare you!

Colossus: Wade it was a complete accident. I did not mean to crush-

Deadpool: zip it Iron Ivan! How dare you sit on him and not on me!!!

Y/N: I’m gonna go now so yeah

Deadpool: and I thought you loved me Chrome Balls!

Colossus: Wade this is ridiculous

#marvel #marvel imagine #mcu #marvel fluff #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #deadpool incorrect quotes #deadpool imagine #deadpool x reader #deadpool #Deadpool x colossus #xmen incorrect quotes #xmen movies #xmen imagine #xmen #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson #ryan reynolds

[sadstonewrites]

Colossus HC’s - You’re Sad

Look, I’m sad and thinking of big metal man makes me happy. So, here’s some headcanons about how Colossus would react and help you feel better when you’re sad. Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic!

His first inclination when you’re sad is to go for the act of physical touch - a hand on the shoulder, a hug, a gentle pat on the back. 

Not cool with physical touch? He has to fight the instinct but understands and respects your boundaries

He’s a good listener and asks if you want solutions or feedback, or just to vent. Be warned, if you do ask for solutions then he’s going to be honest, sometimes blunt, but never intentionally hurtful. 

If you are good physical touch? Oh man, you are in for a treat

His ambient temperature is a few degrees colder than human skin (usually hotter if he’s been standing in the sun and vice-versa if he’s been out in the cold) so he’s always considerate of that before he initiates any physical contact. 

 As I previously headcanoned in this post, putting your ear up to his chest and listening to his heartbeat while he’s in his metal form isn’t like the thump-thump-thump of a normal heart, but the metal on metal (cause his insides are metal too in this form!) creates a bit more of a tick-tick-tick noise. 

Expect that to be in your ear if you go in for a hug, along with strong arms wrapped around you and fingers rubbing small circles on your back

His strength conceals gentleness, and if you need deeper pressure in order to feel calm he’s more than able to oblige. He’ll press you firmer to his body, wrap his arms tighter around you, and maybe even rest his chin on your head as all 7′ of his body completely engulfs you (regardless of how tall you are, there’s a high probability he’s gonna end up dwarfing you)

He’ll talk to you like that if you want, talk you through what’s bothering you and see if there’s anything he can do to help, or if you just want a moment of silent contact he’ll give that to you

After you’ve calmed down he’s in immediate recovery mode - water to make up for the dehydration from shed tears, an icepack if you’re eyes are puffy or if you have a tension headache, and then a snack.

Is a big proponent of art therapy, lends you some of his paints and a canvas in order to help you process things

All in all? Lovely person to go to when you’re sad, makes me less sad just thinking about it

#xmen imagine #marvel imagine #colossus imagine #colossus x reader #piotr rasputin x reader #piotr rasputin imagine #colossus #piotr rasputin #headcanons #stonewrites

[thebestcomicbookpanels]

Comic Reader #167 with John Byrne drawing the New X-Men in the Original X-Men's uniforms

#comic reader #john byrne #x-men #the best comic book panels #marvel comics #marvel #storm #ororo munroe #nightcrawler #cyclops #wolverine #colossus #banshee

[lesbian-deadpool]

Colossus: What's your motto?

Y/N: Be gay and do crimes.

Colossus: Wade, what’s yours?

Wade: Be crime and do gays.

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[plussizeappreciationfics]

we back back back 😂

Could I request a Deadpool x Non-binary plus size person where they’re friends with Wade but also in love with them. In order to hide their feelings, reader focuses on other things like spending time with Colossus and the rest of the team. Wade starts noticing and getting jealous, jabbing reader with sarcastic/funny comments until reader confesses at a crucial moment. A dangerous mission 👀👀

Bitte schön😊😊

Danke schön❤️🥰

Hier bitte schön bestie 🥰❤

You confessing your feelings for Wade during a difficult mission includes:

-Wade not wanting to have you on the mission in the first place but Colossus forcing him to actually stand up and hand you over the file of the new mission

-You accepting the file with a fake smile as you secretly don’t want to go on a mission with him, your romantic feelings for him already straining the remaining pieces of your “friendship”

-But you swallowing your anxiety and getting suited up, noticing how Wade keeps looking at your legs whenever you have to walk past him

-”Don’t walk into the door, Sherlock” is what he tells you when you’re about to walk into the closed door of your meeting room

-When everyone is in the jet and flying to the hidden location, you can’t help but notice Deadpool huffing and puffing whenever you and Colossus try to have a conversation, that being a little tradition of the two of you in order to keep your nerves calm and steady during difficult missions

-”Do you have a problem?” you finally snap at Wade when he tries to interrupt you for the sixth time with a loud sigh and huff

-”Nope.” is all he says before turning his head and pretending like you don't’ exist, you not knowing that he’s acting out because he’s afraid that it’s only a matter of a few days before you and Colossus step forward and reveal an imaginary relationship

-Once you arrive at the hidden location, it doesn’t take long before shots are being fired, grenades being through at ya’ll and the whole team having to fight like their lives depend on it

-You’re in the middle of a hand to hand combat when your enemy suddenly surprises you with a blade after having given you a sharp punch to the jaw

-That fucker instantly jammed it into your stomach and you couldn’t help but gasp loudly as the sharp pain overtook your senses, making you collapse on the floor while trying to breathe through the pain, your heartbeat thumping loudly in your ear while the shock takes over your body

-”[Y/N]!!” Wade yell once he sees your body collapsing on the dirty ground

-”Fuck you!” he yells at the person that stabbed you before ending their life with a clean headshot while running towards you

-”Hey, hey look at me. You’re gonna be okay? You hear me?” Wade frantically tells you, pressing a cloth to your stab wound and applying a horrible pressure which makes you scream out in pain while tears gather in your eyes

-”I-I love you, Wade” is all you mumble as you feel sudden exhaustion take over you, the blood loss becoming too much and you not knowing whether you’ll survive or not

-Wade does not hesitate to gently kiss you and promise you that everything will be okay while you slip into unconsciousness

-By the time you wake up, you’re in the medical center at the compound, flowers and chocolates resting near the window on a small table

-Suddenly, you feel something warm resting in your hand and when you look down, you see a hand holding yours

-”Yes we’re holding hands, deal with it” Wade’s soft voice chuckles, making you instantly grin before looking up and seeing him sitting next to your bed and holding your hand, a relieved look now taking over his face while tears brim his face

-”Kiss me”

-”Only if you promise not to die while I do so”

-”Shut up and kiss me” you command with a chuckle before Wade leans in and presses his lips softly against yours

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[emma-frxst]

All That You’ll Take

Pairing: Colossus/ Piotr Rasputin x Reader

Summary: Piotr and reader suffer a loss at the hands of the x-men, can they find it within themselves to keep fighting for the good guys?

Warnings: character death, grief, angst.

The lovely @reiner-exodus-rasputin asked me for bad guy Colossus so hereeee we gooo ❤️

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The faux fur of your thick winter jacket tickled your neck, the chilly wind blowing the soft fibers directly on you. You wrapped the long fibers around your fingers and gave a tug, easily ripping them out.

As you let the wind blow the fur from your fingers, tears began to well up in your eyes and your throat tightened.

The fibers were gone. Missing from your jacket forever, never to be reunited with the other strands of fur. Gone..for the rest of your life.

You turned your attention to Piotr, tears rolled down his face in a continuous cascade. He was standing right next to you, but he felt a million miles away.

You wished you could comfort him, you wished you knew how. But you could barely console yourself through your own grief.

It was the dead of winter, cold and bitter, but it couldn’t compare to the bitterness within your heart.

There was a point in time when you would’ve laid down your life for your fellow X- Men. A time when you trusted them with your own life. A time when your team truly felt like a family.

A simpler time.

You had many fond memories of your time at Xavier’s Institute. You’d met Piotr there, even married him there. It’s where your first held your son in your arms. You formed unbreakable bonds with your friends, taught and trained many students, Including your son, Ilya.

But now you couldn’t even bear to look at it, couldn’t bear to be in it.

The officiant finished the eulogy and gave a slight nod towards you and Piotr. Together, you two walked up to the simple pine box, Piotr letting out a wavering breath.

You dragged your gloved fingers along the grain. It was a mighty fine piece of woodwork, the best around.

Piotr spoke first,

“до свидания мой сын.” (Goodbye, my son) he said, placing his and Ilya’s favorite book on the casket.

“Покойся с миром, мой ребенок.” (rest in peace, my child) you said and placed a flower on top of the book.

You watched as your fellow X-men placed trinkets and things on the casket. Ilya was loved by so many.

You buried him on the highest hillside on Piotr’s family’s farm. You and Piotr declined to bury him at the mansion, you wanted him to rest in peace, to be far away from the life that got him killed.

You couldn’t help but feel hatred towards your team, they were supposed to keep each other safe. It was a stupid mistake..but it cost your son, your only child, his life. It was so easily preventable, yet it still happened. The team knew your anxiety and your worries, they knew their promise to keep him safe. They knew struggle you had to go through to have your son. He was just learning to be a X-Man. He was so eager to follow in your and Colossus’ footsteps. Ilya was so excited to go on his first mission.

He had been going on missions since he was 16. You and Piotr were so damn proud of him, you’d just started letting him go on missions without you and his father.

You were regretting that decision right about now.

You remembered Piotr saying “the boy is 21 years old ,my dear, he will be okay…he’s the best parts of you and me. Besides, we are getting old, time to let the young students take care of things.”

And of course you sassed back with a comment about how he’s getting old, not you…even though your joints popped when got got out of bed in the morning and you went to bed at the ripe old time of 9pm. Oh the life of an X-Man.

“Some life” you scoffed to yourself.

You and Piotr had given decades of your lives to the X-Men and this was your reward?? Unimaginable grief? Pain?

.

Over the next few months, Piotr only grew more distant, your grief driving a wedge between you two. You thought things were looking up when he said he had something planned for the two of you.

But your stomach turned when the car pulled up to the residence of none other than sworn enemy of the X-Men, Magneto.

“Piotr w-what’s happening?” You asked, your voice panic-stricken.

He turned towards you and took your hands in his.

“My feelings of anger, hurt, and betrayal have not gone away since Ilya’s funeral. I no longer feel like part of the X-Men. So I have sought a place where I do belong…where we belong.” He explained, rubbing his thumbs along the back of your hands.

“But Magneto’s brotherhood?!” You nearly yelled.

“Please..hear them out (y/n), hear me out.”

You took a deep breath.

“Okay.” You surrendered.

You two walked up to the elegant front door, a botanical pattern was delicately carved into the pine.

Pine.

Piotr knocked and not even two seconds later, Eric Lehnsherr opened the door. Must’ve been expecting you.

“Hello, Piotr.”

“привет.”(hello) He greeted, you could tell this wasn’t their first meeting.

“(Y/n). My condolences.” Magneto extended his hand and you hesitantly shook it.

“Thanks.” You said, stepping inside.

-

After that night at Magneto’s you and Piotr had decided to give each other some much needed time and space away from each other and the X-mansion.

You were just starting to feel okay when there was a knock at your door.

It was Scott and Ororo.

“We got wind that Colossus is being held at Magneto’s place.”

“Held?”

They nodded.

You knew that no one could really “hold” Colossus, you’d seen him plow his way through many enemies, so you figured something else was up.

Your stomach began to churn, there’s no way he actually joined Magneto right? Piotr, your lawful good, protein bar- eating, wouldn’t hurt an innocent fly, husband..surely not, right?

You got in the car with Ororo, Scott, Logan, Kurt, and Charles.

You exchanged polite greetings but nothing further. They felt distant from you, your loss leaving you a shell of your former self.

-

Residence of the brotherhood of evil mutants.

The car pulled to a halt outside of the house. You were the last to exit the car, standing behind everyone else.

You were greeted by Eric standing in the doorway.

“Where’s Colossus?” Scott asked, getting straight to the point, leaving to time for pleasantries.

Magneto wordlessly stepped aside, letting Piotr step outside. You almost didn’t recognize him. His once colorful, red and yellow uniform, now black and gray. Sad.

Everyone was shocked to see him there, willingly, including you.

“Colossus, my friend, what- what’s going on? Let’s go home.” Kurt begged.

He walked down the steps, getting closer to the people who he once considered his family.

“Life as an x-man..It has taken my son from me, it has taken a toll on my body, taken time away from me that could’ve been spent with my wife. What will you take next? My freedom?! My own life?!”

“Colossus it was an accident! We all miss Ilya dearly.”

“You do not miss him like I do, like we do.” Colossus said, pointing towards you.

“This is crazy Colossus, come on.” Scott begged.

Piotr let out a heavy sigh.

“What hurts the most is-“ he paused, feeling tears well up. But now wasn’t a time for tears. “You all acting like he never existed, ignoring the pain myself and (y/n) are feeling! Not one of you volunteered to teach our classes, help with his memorial, and not one of you sorry, selfish, pricks protected him!”

The team was quiet, reflecting on Piotr’s words. They did help with those things, but they guessed it wasn’t in the way Piotr needed.

You had never seen him so angry.

You walked to the forefront of the group, not believing your eyes. Your sweet husband, turning away from everything good.

“Piotr…” you started, your voice cracking. You hadn’t seen him in months.

Upon seeing you, he transformed out of defense mode and closed the gap between him and you, his scowl softening.

You stopped a moment to take him in. His eyes were tired, his hair more gray than the last time you saw him. His frown lines were more engraved on his face, he hadn’t shaved in a while either.

Just then and only then, you saw just how much losing Ilya, being a part from you, and losing his X-family affected him. His heart was shattered.

“Baby, please, come home.” You pleaded, your voice threatening to break.

He only stared at you.

Wordlessly, he held out his hand, wanting you to take it. To join him.

You hesitated, the events of recent months played over in your mind.

You reached out to take his hand, but stopped half way. You drowned out the rest of the team yelling at you to stop.

“They care about me, (y/n). About us, about mutant kind. They take care of their own, not leaving them to be slaughtered like livestock.”

You glanced back at the others, desperately trying to get to you, but were being held back by Magneto’s powers.

You turned your attention back to Colossus, his hand still outstretched.

You hesitated once again, debating whether or not to take his hand. You met his gaze, those baby blue eyes told you everything you needed to know.

You’d made your decision.

-END-

Authors Note: whaoahhh ambiguous ending! Let me know what you would’ve decided.

Masterlist

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[0bloodhorn0]

Have I ever mentioned my character ai obsession?

#colossus #Wolverine #Deadpool #nightcrawler #kurt wagner #X-men #Marvel #stu matcher #scream #slashers #memes #funny #character ai #character ai meme #x male reader