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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Hi! Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I may request something for Father Figure Frank Castle? May I request Father Figure Frank Castle/The Punisher x Archer daughter reader (shes like Kate bishop) 100% platonic

Frank Castle

W/ Archer Daughter

Reader: female

Type:Headcanons + short scenarios

Notes: Peter, Kate, Pietro, Clint and Green arrow Cameo

Warnings: none

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He actually thought it was funny at first

Seeing you with such a weapon,

But when he sees you use it

Frank's impressed none the less

And is also glad you can protect yourself

Goes to all your tournaments even if he's gotta hide a bit

Definitely helps you set up a scope on your bow

Only allows you to come along for "missions" if you stay far and out of sight

Haha bow Sniping time

Fought Kate Bishop and Hawkeye?

OH ABSOLUTELY

You wrecked both of them 101%

That was till you're all on the same team

You still rocked there shit though

"You're like...super cool and super good looking."

"Um." Y/n spoke, "thanks..."

Basically Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson but you got bows, and your not lawyers.

Still pretty cool though

I know Pietro, Kate, and Peter time lines don't all line up correctly but we gonna make it happen anyways.

Kate's 101% your best friend, and the only one you only get to talk about "work" to thats not Frank.

When it's just you and Frank you often watched from the roofs, snipping out any near by enemies

You don't exactly have the money to buy arrows or bows, so everythings hand made

He always patches you up after bows you were building snapped in half and right in your face

You're intials are carved into the bows and so are his.

Father daughter bounding; making weapons! Yay!

Yet another mistake in the teamwork section you're knocked over after knocking and arrow and groaning as you lay on you're back

"Bet you didn't see that coming" he laughed, catching a glimpse of the teen your age, he was handsome, but soon he was gone

"Yay..." y/n Groaned, "You better run pretty boy..."

"Y/n?" Clint asked, "What the hell you doing?"

"Pretty fast boy, double take...don't tell dad."

"White hair."

"Yep... " Y/n spoke sitting up, "nope gonna stay down."

So now your introduced to everyone.

You bet Pietro got his ass beat by Frank before though.

"Wait wait! You're in my bio chem class!"

"Peter Parker!?"

"Yeah! Hey!" He laughed nervously jazz hands in the air.

Great: there's more kids now

Clint and Frank being dads against there wills

But you'll always be Frank's #1 priority, it's not playing favorites- well- it's just different

Like burning building? You inside? Runs in

Bullet coming towards you despite having armour? Jumps infront of you

Will use your own bow against you if he has too

What? Found you and Pietro making out on a roof top?

Definitely shoots an arrow way to close to comfort, lucky shots.

You actually teach him how to use it just in case.

God your so bossy when you teach, he actually teases you about it.

He'll never be as good as you.

Archer Teir list:

The best of the best: Hawkeye/Clint Barton

Im basically the best of the best but too young: Y/n Castle

Im just right behind: Kate

Rather just not: Peter, Pietro

Would stab you with your own arrow instead: Frank Castle

What? What's that? Someone trying to make a move on your dad

Arrow

Thats all

Probally fought Green Arrow at some point

Eating things off your arrows, roasted Marshmallows, an apple you skewed, idk a hot dog.

Super unsanitary but you still do it

You're bow because its hand wood crafted by you and ur pops, has alot of carvings in it due to being board

You bet Pietro's initials and yours are carved in it with a heart

For you're birthday Kate actually surpised you with a super super fucking expensive bow

Frank won't say it; but damn did he love that wooden bow you guys made together.

Lots of good memories.

"Oh...kate. it's great but-"

"Oh! No! No! You don't have to use it! It's back up! I know your's is like super special!"

You're heart 😭

Peter also like made you web arrows, which your super excited about

And Pietro felt kinda stupid, he made this little beaded flowers for you for your bow.

You put it on right away and kiss him, but Frank drags you away as you complain.

Frank purposely separates you and Pietro

But now he's stuck between you guys making lovey eyes at one another

And you force him to stay there: he picked this battle: he lost

It's almost like a little family dinner real late at night at some crappy dinner.

You'd never think some wooden sticks and a stick with a string on it would get you so far in life, make you so happy

"Wow can shoot an arrow at a target from 1000 feet but cant make the paper goal."

You're determined to flick that peice of hard bacon inebtween Peter's little finger goal

And when you finally do it the whole tables celebrating you

"Thank you! Thank you! Kiss for the winner-"

"No-"

"Damn it!"

Yeah this is the life: even if it knocks you down sometimes. You're glad Archery's given you thr chance to built more upon the father daughter realtionship you have with Frank

After long missions you'll lay your head either on his shoulder on in his lap he tell you: "you did good kid. You did good kid" always makes you sleep easy

Say a bad dream happened: like you almost lost him, so you're 17 year old ass will go check on him and end up just sleeping in his bed with him he's holding you proactively

Even if you're 80 years old your still his little girl.

And he knows. He knows you can protect yourself, bow and arrow and all.

It doesn't stop him from wanting to protect you.

#frank castle x female reader #dad! frank castle #frank castle fluff #frank x reader #frank castle #marvel frank castle #marvels frank castle #marvel x reader #marvel headcanons #frank castle x reader #daughter reader #frank x daughter reader

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thechaosmuses · 11 months

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Below the cut you will find my muses of the month; these are usually muses I haven’t used, underrated ones, or just ones that haven’t gotten a lot of attention however since this June marks two years since I started rping on here (and Discord) I'm gonna do things a little differently with the muses I adopted/created in '21. As always, I’m not going to force them on anyone, though they and I would appreciate it if you interacted with at least one of them.

Quick Note; Honorable mention to everyone on my other blogs, especially Phoenix and Pietro since they were the first two I started with and the only two I had for a bit. But everyone on there besides Nikolai (though he’s about a year or so old), Jon and Val I’ve had for almost two years.

Full Name; Kailee Elizabeth Holtz Nicknames; Kai, Elizabeth, Liz, Holtz, Dark Phoenix Birthday & Age; December 14th, 1996 (26) Gender & Pronouns; Female (She/Her/Hers) Orientation; Pansexual Zodiac Sign; Sagittarius Species; Mutant/Phoenix Occupation; Unemployed Height; 5'5 Faceclaim; Megan Fox About; She has the same backstory as her hero counterpart (@madeofhellfire) only in Kai's story she doesn't get rescued by Shield and instead does everything herself making her hate not only Hydra but Shield and the heroes that were present that day too. Again she's the same as Phoenix just a little 'darker', doesn't really care about anyone whereas Kailee kinda cares about everyone.

Full Name; Lieutenant Joaquin Miguel Torres Nicknames; Torres, Falcon Birthday & Age; March 13th, 1997 (25) Gender & Pronouns; Male (He/Him/His) Orientation; Bisexual Zodiac Sign; Pisces Occupation; Air Force Lieutenant Height; 5'9 Faceclaim; Danny Ramierz About; Torres is pretty close canon, at least from what we know about him which isn't a lot- and though it has been confirmed by Marvel now I've headcanoned him as the next Falcon pretty much since I've had him. He's very family oriented and cares so deeply about everyone around him, especially people he calls friends and family. He's a bit of flirt but in a very sweet and charming way, his favorite 'pet name' to use is sweets, and he's just all around a pretty happy and confident person.

Full Name; Peter Benjamin Parker Nicknames; Pete, Parker, Spider-Man, Spiderboy, Spiderling, Spidey Birthday & Age; August 10th, 2001 (21) Gender & Pronouns; Male (He/Him/His) Orientation; Bisexual Zodiac Sign; Leo Species; Mutant Occupation; College Student/Avenger Height; 5'8 Faceclaim; Tom Holland About; Peter is also pretty close to canon, the only differences would obviously be that some people lived after Endgame and May lived after NWH and that no one forgot him after No Way Home either but I can play him completely (or as close as possible to) canon as well- I know this technically isn't about him but even though I grew up mostly in the age of Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man I never got to see those movies back then so Tom's was the first one I saw on screen and really connected with.

Full Name; Theodore Joseph Brickenden Nicknames; Theo, TJ Birthday & Age; December 6th, 1277 (746) Gender & Pronouns; Male (He/Him/His) Orientation; Bisexual Zodiac Sign; Sagittarius Species; Vampire Occupation; Unemployed Height; 5'10 Faceclaim; Timothee Chalamet About; After losing his entire family to a disease that plagued his town when he was only 21 the Mikaelson's (Klaus specifically) offered to turn him as a solution to the young man dying alongside his family, something he was terrified of even though he missed them more than anything. He spent a few decades with the Mikaelson's after that before venturing out on his own, sometimes visiting his old friends. He’s pretty charismatic and outgoing. Definitely a charmer and a flirt but not quite the player he seems to be. He really is a romantic at heart. Loves to make friends but is very careful about who he trusts with his secrets. Always willing to learn and try new things.

Full Name; Bonnie Sheila Bennett Nicknames; Bon, BonBon, Town Witch, Bennett Witch Birthday & Age; February 5th,1993 (29) Gender & Pronouns; Female (She/Her/Hers) Orientation; Bisexual Zodiac Sign; Aquarius Species; Witch Occupation; Unemployed Height; 5’3 Faceclaim; Kat Graham About; Like Torres, Peter and most of my canons I try to play them as close to canon as I can get though of course everything is my own interpterion and Bonnie is no different. So, she is basically 100% canon along with the show's ending (which I know I have an Enzo but they obviously aren't together- just friends) and she is travelling the world finally getting to live her life after everything. I think eventually she'll settle back down and possibly finish college but she's still figuring herself out.

Full Name; Aspen Bella Stilinski Nicknames; Bell, Trouble, Wolfie Birthday & Age; April 8th, 1995 (28) Gender & Pronouns; Female (She/Her/Hers) Orientation; Pansexual Zodiac Sign; Aries Species; Beta Werewolf (turned - bitten) Occupation; Nurse Height; 5'5 Faceclaim; Hailee Steinfeld About; Aspen is only a few minutes older than Stiles though she takes her older sister position very seriously. The same night that Scott was bit, so was Aspen except she wasn't the person the bite was aimed for. Peter had been going after Stiles and seeing her brother in danger Aspen jumped in front of him without another thought. The bite took and the rest was history, the older twin becoming an important member of the McCall pack. After graduation she went to college and became a nurse like her Aunt Melissa.

Full Name; Mieczyslaw Noah Stilinski Nicknames; Stiles, Stilinski, Biles Bilinski, Abominable Snowman, Mischief Birthday & Age; April 8th, 1995 (28) Gender & Pronouns; Male (He/Him/His) Orientation; Bisexual Zodiac Sign; Aries Species; Human Occupation; FBI Agent Height; 5'10 Faceclaim; Dylan O'Brien About; Stiles is another canon muse that is basically completely canon with the exception of a few things, mostly just that he now has a twin sister who is a werewolf. Other than that, though everything is the same, he became an FBI agent like he always wanted and then moved back home so he could keep an eye on his dad but he does travel frequently for work- which he often checks in with both his dad and sister when he's away.

Full Name; Amelia Mae Allen Nicknames; Melia, Lia, Mia, Allen, Shortstack, Shortie, Sharpshooter Birthday & Age; November 5th, 1983 (39) Gender & Pronouns; Female (She/Her/Hers) Orientation; Pansexual Zodiac Sign; Scorpio Species; Human (mostly) Occupation; Hunter/Woman of Letters Height; 5’2 Faceclaim; Crystal Reed About; She was orphaned at 11 after her parents were killed by demons while she watched and taken in by Bobby afterwards who not only raised her as if she was his own but taught her how to be a hunter. That was how she met and befriended Sam and Dean and stayed close with them even as they got older. When Sam left for college Amelia became Dean's hunting partner whenever John was busy and until he came up missing and they went and got Sam. She’s more of an introvert although working as a hunter it’s kind of hard. She’s fiercely loyal if you can gain her trust, confident, hot headed, sarcastic, extremely smart. She had college scholarship offers but she turned them all down to hunt full time.

Full Name; Dean Michael Winchester Nicknames; Deano, Squirrel, Jerk, Meat Man, Righteous Man, Michael’s Sword Birthday & Age; January 24th, 1979 (43) Gender & Pronouns; Male (He/Him/His) Orientation; Bisexual Zodiac Sign; Aquarius Species; Human (mostly) Occupation; Hunter/Man of Letters Height; 6’0 Faceclaim; Jensen Ackles About; I'm not gonna give y'all the whole 'I try to play everyone as canon as possible' thing about but yes Dean is the same way- the older sibling types like Dean (majorly Dean) are usually the ones I am always drawn to because I relate to them the most so the second I started watching SPN I knew this man was not only gonna be a comfort character but someone I related to immensely.

Full Name; Eden Faith Cruz Nicknames; The Bad Twin, Hell’s Angel, Sunshine, Sunny Birthday & Age; January 10th (extremely old) Gender & Pronouns; Female (She/Her/Hers) Orientation; Lesbian Zodiac Sign; Capricorn Species; Seraph Angel (wings; black with white tips)Occupation; Hunter/Women of Letters Height; 5’8 Faceclaim; Phoebe Tonkin About; Eden decided to leave Heaven after falling in love with the prophet woman she had been assigned to watch over and even after losing her she decided to stick around as she loved being on Earth and getting to interact with humans. The angel twins are very much like the sun and the moon. Eden, like the sun, is confident, outgoing, and headstrong. She doesn’t like to follow the rules. She definitely puts up lots of walls, hiding behind a badass, “i don’t care” personality. Underneath all that she deeply cares about others.. She’s very loyal but only to those who show her the same loyalty. She completely adores humans, after all a human is why she chose to fall. She spent a lot of time studying humans so she can be very witty and sarcastic, unlike her twin brother.

Full Name; Elijah Luke Cruz Nicknames; Eli, The Good Twin, Goody-Goody, Softie, Moonlight, Moony Birthday & Age; January 10th (extremely old) Gender & Pronouns; Female (She/Her/Hers) Orientation; Pansexual Zodiac Sign; Capricorn Species; Seraph Angel (wings; white with black tips) Occupation; Hunter/Man of Letters Height; 6'0 Faceclaim; Andrew Garfield About; Elijah left Heaven along with his sister not wanting to be left behind without her and eventually fell in love with a human himself even if they still sort of terrified him. His fear didn't diminish his love for them though, he'd always cared deeply for them just like Eden. And while Eden is like the sun, Elijah is like the moon, more reserved and introverted. He certainly prefers to keep to himself. He isn’t totally complaisant, but he definitely would rather follow the rules and keep out of trouble. He might seem like a sweet innocent angel, and he is, until you mess with his friends or family. He’s fiercely protective and loyal to those he cares about. Like his sister he adores humans however he hasn’t quite adjusted to their ways as quickly as his sister.

Full Name; Elyza Alice Pierson Nicknames; Lyza, Alice, Sergeant Pierson Birthday & Age; August 26th, 1897 (125) Gender & Pronouns; Female (She/Her/Hers) Orientation; Bisexual Zodiac Sign; Virgo Species; Vampire Occupation; Former Soldier now a Hunter/Woman of Letters Height; 5’6 Faceclaim; Willa Holland About; Elyza didn't have the greatest upbringing between getting overlooked at home and bullied in school, her only friend was Nikolai Novak who she would eventually separate from to fight in the war for her chance to make her parents proud and be a hero. Except she ended up almost dying on that battlefield and was lucky enough to be saved by Marcel Gerard who unbeknownst to her gave her vampire blood that would later bring her back to life after she did die on the battlefield. After the war was over her and Nik went on a killing spree until she was eventually caught and trapped in the Garden for a hundred years. When she finally got out she found her way to Mystic Falls (she was trying to find Nik and knew he might be with the Mikaelson's) and began killing again before she ran into the Mystic Falls Gang who accidentally sent her to another world where Sam and Dean would eventually find her after getting word about a vampire killing it's way through a town in Virgina. Luckily for her the Winchester boys ended up not killing her right away as they had never seen a vampire like her and somehow they managed to get her humanity back on, something she hadn't even know had been off for the last century ever since she had turned. Before the war Elyza was very quiet and reserved though a bit rebellious. And the only person she really trusted was her best friend, besides him she kept to herself. After the war and becoming a vampire she started to become more confident and outgoing. She’s the kind of girl who knows what she wants and goes for it. She puts on a tough act but she is secretly a softie. She’s pretty easy going and can make friends easily though she likes to keep a small circle of people she trusts.

#[the chaos muses present;]#[muses of the month; june '23]#[mcu muse; kai holtz]#[mcu muse; joaquin torres]#[mcu muse; peter parker]#[tvd muse; theo brickenden]#[tvd muse; bonnie bennett]#[tw muse; aspen stilinski]#[tw muse; stiles stilinski]#[spn muse; amelia allen]#[spn muse; dean winchester]#[spn muse; eden cruz]#[spn muse; elijah cruz]#[spn muse; elyza pierson]#[cw; long post]

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jupitercomet · 1 year

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for the second husband olympics (that’ll hopefully never take place because i’ll peck rooster to death myself if he upsets dove again) i give you anthony bridgerton, draco malfoy, and maybe even bucky barnes/some other toxic king to stay on brand but also: matt murdock (i like the whole he’s blind she sees beauty thing), peter parker (especially of the tasm! variety because andrew garfield, he’s a photographer, and they can bond over having dead lovers), jake seresin (i know he’s got something else going on for him in this universe but this is also the only one where rooster isn’t chicken dinner, i know jake is petty enough to pluck his feathers even if dove isn’t, and ahh i could go on but i’m not biased about any of these entries obviously).

is laurie an option? or just timothee chalamet as a victorian ghost or something? i’m starting to think of royalty/edwardian(?) au!s for every fictional man i know so i’ll stop here. i also don’t see steve with dove but i don’t want us to fight 😭

okay

I've never seen Bridgerton (I have my own thoughts but I digress) but if Anthony Bridgerton is Regé-Jean Page's character then he's in

personally, I find Draco Malfoy to be a little bitch boy and he was a bit too much of a death eater for me to trust him, so I'm gonna veto that one (sorry draco girlies)

I think we should swap Bucky and Steve

the Matt Murdock one is so cute 🥺

I think it definitely has to be Andrew Garfield's Peter bc I feel like Tom Holland's Peter would be really good friends with Dove but I don't see them being like in love (also "bond over dead lovers" omfg 💀)

I am a Jake girlie till I die, I will defend everything that man has ever done ever,,, but I'm starting to map out "How Do I Love Thee" and they're already so cute and I think suit each other better than Dove would

and idk is Laurie an option?? that's a good question

also, since we got so many Marvel boys, I nominate Loki (please he needs someone so soft) and Aaron Taylor-Johnson's Pietro mayhaps?

I also don't really see Steve with Dove, but Steve is my favorite boy so I cannot help but make him win everything forever and ever and ever

#second husband olympics #what’s up doc

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zenaidamacrouras1 · 1 year

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I may definitely be projecting here (haha isn't trauma fun?) but I see both Bucky and Yelena as nonbinary or at least genderqueer/gender nonconforming and being partial to multiple pronouns (he/they and she/they respectively). I also support agender Yelena, just because I think it would be funny if she was agender and aroace, all at the same time. Nothing at all there except knives and vibes and excellent eyeliner.

Yes! Is it projecting or is it reading yourself / your world into the fic? I think it's a wonderful thing! When representation in a source material fails us, we can either let it go or re-make it to suit ourselves! See my extensive thoughts on this snuck into the queer lit conversations in Pursued by Bear, ahahahaha.

I love your characterization of Yelena, she is so vibrant and has the Puck-ish, Peter Pan mischievous energy about her and aren't they two of the OG enby superheroes??

I often see Yelena and Natasha on the aro/ace spectrum and as nonbinary / gender nonconforming in my own writing, and also Pietro, who, to be fair, barely exists in MCU so why not?? Also Vision - wtf would Vision have gender? I mean he/they can, I think it's great, gender is real so a robot can have gender, okay, but also, Vision seems uniquely able to be free of gender definitions. Carol Danvers is another.

I have never written Bucky where he is enby/gender nonconforming but I always love reading stories where he is - but I do like it when he's in a romance of some kind with someone (that's a me having a crush the size of the galaxy on Bucky thing though - not any shade on folks writing him as aro).

I am also looking for softer enby characters though! People have also recommended the spider men to me - Peter and Miles. In particular, I want one of the sisters in my Backhoe fic to have an artsy enby partner and one suggestion I got was Morgan Stark :)

#nonbinary mcu characters

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flying-nimbus-cloud · 3 years

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Aight Peter Maximoff stans, I want to point out some plot holes and unanswered questions about "Ralph Bohner"

WandaVision Spoilers:

(I am in currently listening to Sweet Dreams/80s music while writing this very drunk, determined and in immense denial. 😁🤘)

(Pls read, my drunk smol brain worked hard on dis 😘👉👈)

Ralphs name. Why doesn't Ralph Bohner have a hex name and a real name? Unless "Pietro" was essentially his hex name. But I truly believe that Wanda unintentionally or otherwise wouldn't name some random civilian "Pietro", right? Like how Sarah was named Dottie at random, wouldn't that be the case for Ralph also? From what was shown it made it out to seem he's called Ralph Bohner in and out of the hex.

From episode 1-5 Agatha spoke about Ralph like he was her husband for some reason. Why did he only appear in episode 5 if she had Ralph under her control to use to her benefit from the very beginning? It's just odd.

Agatha's abilities. Agataha had shown Wanda that can perform illusions(like how she turned a bug into a bird). So... why didn't she make Ralph look like Wandas brother if she can make illusions? Especially after going through the trouble of picking a guy that acts nothing like Wandas brother and giving him powers? Agathas power scale confuses me so much.

Why did Wanda recognize Ralph Bohner when he showed up at her door? The explanation "Cause magic" would feel so cheap. I seriously don't understand this. Wanda despite her fragile mindset would be like, "Who are you? You don't look like my brother. You don't act like him. He's dead(Wanda definitely knows that internally.) The only thing you both have in common is the superpowers. Y'all move fast." Now if it was Peter Maximoff from another universe I'd assume that Wanda can sense he's her sort-of brother but not really. Almost like somethings a little off....at least that's what I thought, but nope. He's a random person apparently, so there isn't that instinctual connection. So then why the recognition at all?

The alarm. In episode 5 right when Ralph appears at Wandas door some random ass alarm goes off at Swords base outside the hex. Why?? Peter Maximoff fans and myself thought that was him possibly entering the hex somehow. But apparently not...so what was that exactly?? Of course that was never explained.

Ralphs superspeed. So, y'all telling me that Agatha had not only forcibly put a necklace on Ralph to control him to be her "eyes and ears" BUT ALSO gave him LITERAL superpowers?? All of that is completely glossed over. Mf at Marvel will probably say, "Cause Magic" smh.

Jimmys missing guy. There's unfortunately a lot to debunk this theory, but I could still see it being a possibility. Jimmy along with Monica and Darcy all saw the TV when Ralph was on it, but Jimmy never said a word. An interesting point though is the fact that this witness protection person was never brought up again, which is really fucking weird. More shit left unanswered. Could it be "Ralph"? We don't know.

The house. Ralph Bohner is supposedly a struggling actor. At least that's the explanation many have said is the reason as to why he has a random headshot of himself laying about his man cave. But then how does he live in that big ass family home? Plus that house ain't actually Agathas, she came into WestView looking for Wanda to find answers about the hex. That wasn't originally her house. With Ralph looking like the broke ass himbo he is...how could he afford to live there if he supposedly lived as a civilian in that town to begin with??? Make this make sense lol.

Ralph chuckled at his name. Aight aight I know this is a stretch, but hear me out; If you had a dumbass name that sounded weird, you'd probably be used to people making fun of it or saying it wrong, right? You'd maybe even get tired of hearing the silly name your entire life. But when Monica said Ralphs name, he chuckled like one would at their silly fake name and not their real name. That's at least how my dumbass would react to someone saying a funny name I choose for myself. And honestly "Ralph Bohner" truly sounds like a name that Peter would choose lol. Unless WandaVisions writing team said, "Evan, we want you to laugh at your name like you've never heard anyone pronounce Bohner like Boner before." Or maybe Ralph didn't know his own name because he was under Agathas control still...or something.

Why "Ralph Bohner"? K so lets just say we all accept that they stunt casted Evan Peters and he is and always will be a nobody named Ralph Bohner. Marvel knew- no, knows that fans of Evan Peters Quicksilver and the X-Men would get hyped up bout him when they made that glorious reveal in episode 5. So they really dragged that expectation out for 3 weeks, to leave it off on a dick joke? Nah, Marvel/Disney can't be that stupid right?....right?

They gave us some hope and hefty amount of evidence(that isn't listed all here) that Ralph could be Peter Maximoff because of some Multiverse shenanigans....

But then they left it like...this?

Tis very strange of Marvel to think people wouldn't notice how they kinda, sorta baited fans if left like this.

I literally had no crazy theories for this entire show, everything Marvel I take with stride with almost zero expectations...then my boy Evan Peters showed up and my ass finally had some hope to see my comfort character make an appearance in the MCU...which ironically ended in a dick joke. The universe said, "Nah fam, you can't hope for shit lol 🤡"

Anyways, I'd like if this could give some evidence to those still willing to believe that Ralph Bohner is Peter Maximoff. With so many unanswered questions and plot holes with his character, it just feels wrong for him to be nobody...y'know?

Also I'm sorry if this gives you false hope lol.

Love y'all, Peter Maximoff stans are sweet as heck. 💕

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marvelingstardust · 3 years

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Caught - Pietro/Peter (Wandavision) x Reader

Read part 2 here!

Request -Idk but I had this thought and I think I would be funny but like reader and Peter/Pietro are babysitting Tommy and billy and you put them to bed and things get heated ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and the twins walk in and when Wanda and vision get home they start asking questions and yuh anyways Chile-

A/N: thank you for the request!! 💞💞 this has definitely been one of my favorite request I have gotten so far hehe 🌝 I hope you enjoy!!

TW: making out, slight smut??? lmao idk 😪

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“AUGAH” The sudden yell from your boyfriend was followed by a loud thump onto the floor and giggles coming from the twins that the both of you were baby sitting.

Out of curiosity, you went over to see what was causing all the laughter.

Pietro had tackled Billy and Tommy onto the ground and was aggressively tickling them, while the boys squirmed, trying to break free from his hold on them.

You laughed at the adorable sight before you.

“Don’t worry boys, I will rescue you!” You said as you quickly jumped into action, grabbing ahold of Pietro’s arms, giving the twins time to dart away to the other side of the room.

“You saved us!”

“Aunt (Y/N)’s our hero!”

Peter rolled his eyes, and you smirked at him, before turning your attention towards the twins.

“You’re welcome boys, now how about you both go brush your teeth and then we’ll come tuck you into bed.”

They both nodded, and exited the living room, leaving you and Pietro alone.

Pietro broke out of your hold on him, and he gasped dramatically, flopping down onto the floor into a starfish position, “I can’t believe my own girlfriend would betray me like that!”

“Hmph, Well maybe you shouldn’t have eaten the last slice of pizza yesterday, without even bothering to ask me if I wanted it!”

You moved yourself on top of Pietro so you were somewhat straddling him, crossing your arms against your chest.

“I told you I would go out and buy you a new pizza if you were that hungry!”

“And you would buy it with what money?”

“...”

“That’s what I thought.”

Pietro sighed and moved his hands up to your waist, sliding them up and down slowly.

“Welllll I think I might have a different idea on how to make it up to youuuu” He said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You chuckled, rolling your eyes at his comment.

“Pietro now is not the ti-“

Pietro sat up and connected your lips together before you could finish your sentence.

You were taken aback for a moment but melted into the kiss quickly, placing your hands onto his chest and pushing him down back onto the ground so you were hovering over him.

He moved his hands under your shirt while you moved your hands up into his hair, giving it a slight tug. He let out a groan at the sensation, grinding his hips up into yours, trying to get some friction where he needed it most.

The both of you were so caught up into each other that you totally forgot about the twins, who had been waiting patiently in their bedrooms for the both of you to say goodnight to them.

Soon enough, their curiosity got the best of them, and they both decided to see what was taking you and Pietro so long.

“Aunt (Y/N) did you forge-“

Billy stopped mid sentence when he saw you and Pietro onto the floor together.

Your eyes widened and you let out a yelp, as you and Pietro both scrambled to get off of each other.

“Ewwww you guys are grosss” Tommy said sticking out his tongue.

Pietro stuck his tongue out back at Tommy. You shook your head at his childish behavior and sighed.

“Why did Uncle Pietro have his hands under your shirt?” Billy asked innocently.

Your eyes widened and you started to panic.

The last thing you thought you would be doing tonight was explaining the birds and the bees to two ten year olds.

Just as you were about to respond, you heard the door from behind you open.

In came Wanda and Vision, both back from their date night.

Oh god oh god oh god.

“Why aren’t the kids in bed yet?” Wanda asked you confused.

Pietro took a sharp inhale, “Wellll sis, here’s the thing-“

“Aunt (Y/N) and Pietro were kissing on the floor!” Tommy yelled, which was followed by Billy yelling, “And he had her hand under her shirt!”

Wanda and Vision looked at the two of you in shock, and you smiled nervously.

“uhhh haha...you know what I think it’s about time we head on home, don’t you think so Pietro?” You said glancing over at him.

“Yep Yep Yep, so long everyone!” He yelled out picking you up bridal style and super speeding the both of you out of the house.

You could only imagine how much trouble you would be in with Wanda tomorrow, but for tonight, all you wanted to do was finish what Pietro and you had started ;)

#peter maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x y/n #pietro x you #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #wandavision fan fic #Peter maximoff fan fic

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happiness - peter maximoff

yay a new peter fic <3 i was feeling a little unmotivated for a few days (since our boy wasn’t in episode 8 at all :/) but im back 😎 although im back in school so i might be on and off for a while 😩✋🏻

!!!it’s not a songfic those lyrics at the start are just my inspo!!!

word count: 5k <3 😳

warnings: maybe swearing but i dont think so i cant remember, peter being sad, angst, but mostly fluff, WandaVision spoilers maybe??? I pretty much made up this plot so idk, endgame spoilers, reader was an avenger, kissing but it’s not graphic😽 probably some mistakes yk how it is

feedback is appreciated <3

tagging: @enchantedcruelsummer (should i make a peter maximoff taglist? let me know and I’ll do it)

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haunted by the look in my eyes that would’ve loved you for a lifetime

leave it all behind

& there is happiness

Loneliness had always been something that plagued him. That and a plethora of other negative emotions.

There wasn’t a day that went by where Peter Maximoff wasn’t made to feel like a loser. Admittedly, he’d never held himself to a high standard, he grew up thinking that he’d never fit in anywhere and eventually that thought mutated into a lifestyle as he began isolating himself from the world around him, either far too good or heartbreakingly not enough to be a part of that crowd.

He liked spending time with himself. Nobody else knew him the way he knew him, and still, he found nothing but an overwhelming hollow space where his deepest most important hopes, aspirations, dreams and self discoveries should have resided.

Peter had always put this feeling of exile down to the fact that he was a mutant, it was the most likely explanation, right?

It was only when he’d decided to join the X-Men that he finally came to the conclusion that maybe the rest of the world wasn’t the problem, nor was his mutation the problem, but that he himself was the problem. For even in a school full of people exactly like him he was still the same loser that he was in his mother’s basement.

And he was under no illusions that that was exactly what his teammates saw in him; nothing. No potential. Just a space holder to bring the numbers up.

Super speed was incredible. That’s how Peter acknowledged jobs well done, he praised his speed but never himself. He just saved Charles and Erik from a room full of armed guards? No that wasn’t him, that was simply his speed. He saved an entire mansion full of people from a potentially fatal explosion? Nothing special, Kurt probably could’ve done the same.

Forget all of the good deeds and saved lives because the bottom line of it all, to him at least, was that all he was good for was cheeky one liners and hopeless kleptomania.

His life took a turn for the worse when he found himself being mind controlled in an alternate universe. And even then, he was playing the part of someone that wasn’t him, the thought humbled him, reconnected him to his roots and reintroduced him to his life long philosophy that he’d never be anything more than a social pariah. Not even an alternate reality could accept him for who he was. There wasn’t a warm welcome and despite not knowing what was going on, the definition of “imposter” or the weirder, “recast”, still shot to kill.

He settled on the notion that he was an inter dimensional waste of space. At least in WestView he could be blissfully ignorant, let the real him be drowned mercilessly in favour of being an integral part of someone’s life- to feel important, even if it wasn’t real.

When WestView fell apart he was completely lost. In every sense of the word. In a new world with no way home and as it turned out, nobody was looking for him. Although he didn’t expect anyone to care, it still stung that nobody did. He always hoped that one day Erik would step up as a father figure for him, this; getting kidnapped and smuggled into a different dimension, seemed like the perfect moment for that epic father son moment, but it wouldn’t surprise Peter if his father has yet to notice his disappearance.

But then, seemingly out of nowhere, he came into contact with a beacon of hope. A guiding star that might possibly lead him to an existence consisting of something other than misery and self loathing.

It offered him a choice; return to being the self proclaimed loser he was known as or start fresh as someone new and mysterious, with first impressions yet to be made and conclusions about him yet to be drawn. Peter had known himself to be rash in the past, when it came to making decisions he had the tendency to act impulsively, never putting too much thought into how his decisions would affect his life in the long term. The choice before him now is no different, he knew exactly what he wanted going forward, however selfish the choice may have been, the second he realised it was an option his heart was set on it.

That previously mentioned beacon of hope arrived to him in the form of a girl, in the form of you. An ex-avenger and close friend of Wanda’s, you were hired by S.W.O.R.D to help them clean up the more ‘sensitive’ fallout that the fall of WestView brought about. Obviously, they were sticking you- the only other avenger with magik- on babysitting and rehabilitation rather than letting you go after your best friend who had gone completely off the rails. Having said that though, you didn’t want anyone else handling him.

You hadn’t watched WandaVision, nor were you even aware that any of it was going on until it had reached a boiling point and you got a call from Monica Rambeau, she’d begged you to come and wait on the edge of town while she went in and act as her eyes on the outside along with Jimmy Woo.

That’s where you stayed until the hex broke down.

As soon as the barrier came down the base you manned was overrun by an armada of terribly confused and distressed citizens, Monica and Wanda were not among them but in their places stumbled in Darcy and the man playing the role of Pietro.

Jimmy appointed himself to Darcy, who in all honesty seemed relatively unscathed by the situation while you made a beeline for the dirty blonde charading as your former, dead teammate.

Peter was, to put it simply, completely enthralled by you as soon as you’d strolled over to him and in the moment he’d put his almost magnetic attraction to you down to the fact that you were the first friendly face he’d seen upon breaking free of Agatha’s possession.

But one thing in particular struck him; you’d asked him his name. You hadn’t immediately assumed him to be some knock off Pietro, as everyone else had. You acknowledged that he had his own personal identity and despite how often he caught himself hating the person he was, he found that when it was torn away from him that he wanted it back. The simple question you posed gave him the opportunity to regain his identity.

“Peter. My name is Peter.” He answered you, almost unsure of himself and you found your interest in the man piqued even further.

He remembered with perfect clarity the way you’d offered him a grin, tilted your hand, extended your hand and said, “Well it’s nice to meet you, Peter. Come on, I’ll be your babysitter for the next while.” There was something about the way you’d laughed after saying the words and the slight, yet unmistakable, glint of mischief in your eyes that had him captivated from the get go.

With you came a whirlwind of new emotions. After only a few weeks of knowing you, Peter noticed he wasn’t as lonely as he had been back home. He didn’t hate himself half as much either, he wasn’t entirely free of self deprovative tendencies and maybe he never would be, but undoubtedly, he likes himself more in this world than he ever had in his last. He thanked you and your determination to make him “a functioning member of society” for that.

It didn’t feel belittling, the way you helped him. You hadn’t dragged him to your favourite mall every weekend just to taunt him about how he couldn’t stop himself from stealing something. Even the very first time, when he’d sped away from you and returned within a second adoring a pair of freshly stolen sunglasses. Your only reaction had been to laugh and casually place your hands on both sides of his face.

“At least remember to take the tag off next time, speedy.” You’d muttered, subtly pulling the tacky stickers off the arms of his shades. No, you weren’t dragging him sight seeing or forcing him to help you go clothes shopping because you thought he was a loser who needed reforming you were doing it because you were a true friend who wanted him to succeed.

The pair of you seemed like two peas in a pod. Which to be fair, you were. Peter Maximoff intrigued you in every sense of the word. He was new, quite literally other worldly, he was kind, he was funny, he was perfectly mischievous and completely wonderful.

What caught your eye the most was the way he held himself, as if he wasn’t entirely comfortable in his own skin. It became apparent to you that he lacked confidence with the phrases he usually tacked onto the ends of his sentences. When you’d invite him to hang out in the beginning his response would always be something along the lines of, “Sure. If you want me to.” But the excitable puppy dog eyes told you that he was dying for someone to want him to tag along some place.

There was a certain understanding between you. You were both more than accustomed with the harrowing feeling of being alone and even though you’d never exactly voiced those thoughts with each other, you couldn’t deny that his was a spirit kindred to your own and he felt it too.

Since the Avengers has disbanded, one of your best friends, Natasha, was dead and your other best friend, Wanda, was gone completely off the rails and the people chasing her wouldn’t let you anywhere near her or even attempt to help pull her out of her darkness. You were being kept as a wildcard in case they needed her taken down. Peter was no stranger to the feeling of being cast aside and so he quickly responded to your frustrations, and in doing so, forced himself out of his comfort zone to be there for you. To his complete shock though, you’d been so appreciative of his efforts.

You never failed to thank him for the little things he did for you, always complimenting his mutation when he’d use it and giving him the recognition he never received at home. The friendship he formed with you was so… two sided, again, something he wasn’t accustomed to before. It didn’t involve him giving everything he had to offer and receiving nothing in return, you matched his energy meticulously and never left him hanging.

In a series of firsts, he didn’t wonder whether or not you genuinely liked him, never feeling the need or want to question it as you’d left him with no reason to doubt.

As he walked around the mall with you now, his mind brought his attention back to the question you’d asked him rather casually a few nights ago. You were both lounging on your couch, watching some ridiculous reality show (a favourite of yours and Peter’s) when you’d turned your head to look at him, a thoughtful look on your face. “Do you think when S.W.O.R.D figures the technology out to crack into other realities, you’ll go back to yours?”

The question had taken him aback for a second, in all honesty, he hadn’t thought about going home, not when he was with you at least and considering he’d become your roommate about three weeks after he got out of WestView, the thought of returning to his old life had barely crossed his mind.

Being an ex-Avenger you were fairly well off, you lived alone in a two bedroom apartment in New York that you’d bought to be closer to Stark tower. Peter had nowhere to go and aside from having a spare room to offer you’d also been sort of lost in the current of the busy city with everyone you once loved in the area either dead, on the run or busy elsewhere.

While the question hadn’t crossed Peter’s mind, it had crossed yours on several occasions. He’d been staying with you for six months and the moment you realised that he was becoming one of the most important people in your life, the thought of him leaving you too weighed on your mind but at the end of the day you wanted him to feel happy. He deserved to feel happy and if going back to his reality brought him that happiness then you’d support him.

“Dunno,” he’d replied, turning to face you, chucking a handful of popcorn at you when you looked incredulous at his response, “To be honest I haven’t really thought about it, m’way too busy babysitting you anyway.” He joked, effortlessly dodging the few pieces of popcorn you attempted to throw at him.

For the last few nights, the question haunted him, but it wasn’t just the question that was bothering him. You were at the forefront of his mind as he replayed the past six months of his life which also happened to be the best six months of his life. WestView put him through hell but coming out the other side of it and meeting you felt like heaven.

He weighed up the pros and cons of returning to his native timeline. The cons: he’d have to leave you behind, he’d go back to being the loser who nobody took seriously, his talents would be downplayed and disregarded and he’d inevitably end up revisiting his lifestyle of solitude. Then there was the pros: he’d get to reunite with his pac man machine. He couldn’t manage to think up anything else.

If he stayed he’d have everything he ever wanted and needed. You’d be there and he knew you always would be, besides he couldn’t leave you knowing that you needed him. If he left who would wake you up when you had night terrors about the catastrophe that your reality was still recovering from? There would be nobody there to comfort you when you woke up from the nightmares, reliving the deaths of Natasha, Tony or Vision and the experience of being snapped out of existence? If he wasn’t there to make you laugh when you were about to cry then who would be? In his heart of hearts he knew you had a huge support system at your disposal, he’d met most of them. Even though he was well aware that Sam visited you as often as he could, that Bucky wrote you letters on a monthly basis and sometimes tagged along with Sam on his visits, that Stephen Strange appeared in your apartment whenever the urge struck him, that the literal god of thunder invited you out for beer whenever he was visiting Earth, that the little spider-kid, also named Peter, swung by your apartment at least once a week to tell you all about school and his good deeds. Despite knowing all of this and knowing all of these people loved you dearly, Peter wanted to be your main source of support, he didn’t want to be someone who came and went, who’d love you then leave you. He wanted to be with you through anything and everything and the feeling that you’d love him for a lifetime had him satisfied with the decision he was about to make.

If leaving his old life meant he could stay here, with you, and experience happiness for more than a fleeting moment then he’d simply; leave it all behind.

“I’ve been thinking about what you asked me the other night.” He spoke through a mouthful of curly fries. You were sitting in the food court of the mall when he decided to let you in on his desire to stay with you indefinitely.

You raised your eyebrow, “You? Putting thought into an answer? Peter, I think I’m starting to become a bad influence on you.” You told him teasingly, taking a long sip of your drink as he rolled his eyes humorously.

“You’re a terrible influence which is exactly why I’ve decided to stay here and put you on the straight and narrow.” The glee you felt at his statement was undeniable, your eyes lit up and your lips curled upwards.

“You’re staying? Really staying?” Your smile was contagious, Peter’s face now painted with a wide grin as he nodded his head.

In a moment of weakness he frantically added, “Y’know only if you want me to though. If you don’t that’s completely cool.” He rushed through the words, feeling more embarrassed when the fond look on your face never faded.

“Of course I want you to stay. You mean a lot to me.” You reassured him, a gentle smile on your lips as you reached across the metal table, intertwining your fingers with his.

Peter squeezed your hand gratefully, holding it in his grasp securely and allowing his smile to return to his face, “I know. You mean a lot to me too.” It was somewhat of an understatement, he was starting to understand that you didn’t just mean a lot, but that you meant everything.

His resolution lifted a huge weight off your shoulders that you wouldn’t be losing yet another best friend. You were glad he’d be with you when everything blew over with Wanda, the two of them definitely had the potential to develop a beautiful sibling relationship and they both deserved that. Of course, Peter would never replace Pietro and having known them both it was obvious just how different the two men were, the only thing they had in common being their powers and last name. Still, he and Wanda would still be able to work on it. He didn’t hate her after WestView and you knew Wanda well enough to know that she was kind hearted and she’d be more than willing to give him a chance. When she eventually comes back to her senses, that it.

As the months went on, life with you and Peter seemed to only get better. You never stopped laughing, your nightmares died down and Peter had taken on a whole new lease of life. Yourself and Peter were the perfect example of meeting the right person at the right time, you balanced each other out and accentuated the other’s good qualities.

Peter could now say with complete confidence that he was happy and what’s more is that he was finally sure that he was making someone happy.

Up until nearly eleven months of living together your relationship had been purely platonic, save for the constant flirting but flirtation pretty much ran in yours and Peter’s blood. Peter wasn’t going to lie to himself, he’d fallen for you the second you’d peeled the security tags off his stolen sunglasses.

You, on the other hand, had been fighting with yourself because yes, you love Peter but you couldn’t have told him when there was the possibility he’d eventually leave and now so much time has passed and you’ve got such a good thing going you didn’t have it in you to ruin it.

However, all of that changed when your original Maximoff best friend came knocking on your door.

Wanda was on the run. She’d caused an amazing amount of chaos but Stephen Strange and S.W.O.R.D were hot on her trail and now she needed a place to lay low with the twins. She figured there was no place more reliable to go than to the always open arms of her best friend, who conveniently had a divinity for earth magik and could muster up a protective barrier without raising suspicions. And that’s exactly where she found herself; outside your door.

You’d been chasing Peter around the apartment when you heard the knock on the door. Peter was on the opposite end of the kitchen to you, using the bar as a shield from you. “You better get that.”

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?” You glared as you spoke, it was his own fault really. What sort of idiot jumpscares a witch while she’s mid-meditation? He’d frightened you so badly you accidentally blasted a ball of your signature green energy and ruined your favourite couch throw pillow. When you were ready to pounce on the scared speedster the knocks sounded again, more frantic this time.

With one last glare towards Peter you stomped towards the door. Your anger melted away completely when you saw her. Her hood was up and she looked completely exhausted, two small hooded little boys by her side.

“Wanda…” You breathed out, relief flooding your system at the sight of her alive. She didn’t get a chance to speak before your arms were pulling her against you tightly, hugging her as if your life depended on it. Wanda returned in your embrace, allowing herself to relax for the first time in nearly a year, she sniffled against your shoulder, holding back tears as she realised how much she’d truly missed you.

Billy and Tommy watched in confusion as their mother cried into your shoulder. They didn’t know who you were, all their mother had told them was that they were going somewhere safe.

It was the yell of one of the boys that caused you and Wanda to separate, “Uncle P!” With that you felt a familiar rush of air across your leg but instead of Peter appearing one of the kids was gone.

You shared a perplexed look with Wanda, although your confusion was for different reasons.

“Hey hell raisers!” Peter responded, catching the mini speedster who all but threw himself at him barely regaining his balance before the other child had flung himself into the hug.

“Wanda? Those two… are they...?” You started, at a loss for words Wanda cut you off quietly, her tone as disbelieving as yours.

“My children? Yes. Is that…?” You nodded your head numbly, anticipating the end of her question.

“Your fake brother? Yeah.” Quickly, you realised you and a wanted woman catching up with the door wide open wasn’t ideal and you ushered Wanda inside, shutting the door when she walked in.

“Hey.” Peter greeted her simply, as if he hadn’t been used as a meat puppet in her altered reality. It wasn’t in his nature to hold any grudges.

“Hi?” Wanda replied, her voice still twinged with confusion.

“Peter, will you keep an eye on the kids for a bit? Wanda and I have some catching up to do.” You asked him with a nervous laugh, just thankful that Wanda was too tired to argue with your suggestion.

Peter ruffled the boys’ hair and gave you a grin, “Only if you stop trying to kill me.”

You rolled your eyes as you began to lead Wanda into your bedroom, “You’re on probation, jerk.” You called over your shoulder.

Once you were securely in your bedroom, the door locked and sitting comfortably you fixed Wanda with an amused look, “I’d ask you what’s new but I’m not sure I even wanna know.”

Wanda gave you a sad smile while she shook her head, “No, you probably don’t. I will tell you tomorrow, I don’t want to get into it tonight. I’m so tired.” She admitted, her voice overcome with sadness.

“I’ll pump up the air mattress and you and the boys can sleep in here for however long you need. I’d offer you the spare room but that’s where Peter’s been staying and I don’t think empty food containers are the kind of decor you’d be into.” Wanda nodded, squeezing your hand gratefully.

“So his name is Peter?” She asked, curious about the man Agatha had used to trick her in WestView.

You nodded in confirmation, “Yeah. Peter Maximoff, actually.”

Wanda’s brows came to a furrow at that, “Maximoff? So he’s a relation?”

“Yes and no. Peter is from a different reality but he’s still a Maximoff and he’s got super speed. So, and this is just my theory, while you’re not directly related he could still be your brother- if you wanted him to.” You explained, as gently as you could, not trying to push her too far but to nudge the idea in her direction.

Wanda, to your surprise, didn't seem to hate the suggestion, “What is he like?”

A genuine smile made it onto your face then, as you shot into your description of your roommate, “He’s caring, funny, a little bit of a kleptomaniac but he’s working on it. He’s understanding and moronically selfless, moronic in the sense that he doesn’t even realise he’s being selfless. Huge pain in the ass too.” Wanda had a soft smile on her face by the time you’d finished.

“You like him.” Was all she said and you let out a laugh in disbelief, standing up and opening the door.

“Go grab a shower. I’ll have Peter blow up the air mattress while I go introduce myself to my god sons.”

“I thought you’d at least wait until I actually asked you.” Wanda laughed as you walked out of the room.

Things moved fairly quickly after that. As promised you introduced yourself to Billy and Tommy as their god mother, which they seemed more than thrilled about and you assumed that excitement had to do with whatever description of you Peter had given them. Wanda and the twins were all cleaned and fed and had all but collapsed into bed, foregoing the air mattress and huddling together in your double bed instead.

“Where are you sleeping, mother Teresa?” Peter teased as he noticed your eyes drooping where you stood.

“On the couch probably. Or the air mattress.” You mumbled, cutting yourself off with a yawn.

Peter, unimpressed with your options, scoffed, “No way. Come on, you can bunk with me.”

Much like Wanda, you were too tired to argue and you let Peter pull you to his, surprisingly clean, room by the hand.

You both crawled into the bed, lying close together despite the amount of empty space on the mattress.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Your soft voice broke through the silence and Peter turned his head to look at you.

“About Wanda?” You nodded your head, watching him intently as he rolled onto his side, facing you more comfortably.

Peter shrugged lightly, “I’m feeling ok. Just glad the twins still see me as their cool uncle.” You let out a small laugh at his response.

“Wanda was asking about you. Seemed interested in getting to know the real you.” You informed him, your heartwarming as you watched a hopeful look fall across his face.

A lull settled over the room once again and Peter caught himself staring at you. His eyes drifted over every visible part of you, reminding him of most of the points on his pros list for staying in your universe; your eyes, your lashes, your nose, your lips, you.

“What’re you thinking about?” The sound of your tired voice pulled him out of his thoughts and ultimately pushed him to bite the bullet and tell you how he’s feeling. With you curled up beside him, in his bed, fighting sleep just to stay in his company for as long as you could; he knew there would be no better time.

“Just about how happy I am to be here with you.” He answered you honestly, the butterflies in both of your stomachs fluttering in sync at his words.

You trailed a hand under the duvet and onto the bedsheets between your bodies, feeling around until you found his hand and gently intertwined your fingers. “I’m happy you decided to stay.”

“What you’ve all gone through in this timeline sucks- don’t get me wrong-“ Peter started sincerely, scooting closer to you and dropping his head back down on the edge of your pillow, leaving the pair of you practically nose to nose as he went on.

“And I hate that Wanda had to go through so much… but I’m really glad that it led me to you.” Peter swore in that moment, right after the confession left his mouth, that he could die right now and be completely content knowing that you now knew how he felt.

His heart stopped, and he thought that maybe he was about to die, when you gave him the softest, sweetest smile he’d ever been on the receiving end of and whispered, “I feel the same.”

Time moved in slow motion as he felt you moving your intertwined hands towards your lips, your lips pressed gently against the back of Peter’s hand before you brought them to rest against your chest.

It was a fact to say that Peter Maximoff had never felt intimacy quite like this before. But, experiencing it now, with you, led him to wonder how he’d ever survived without it. He wasn’t sure whether it was natural to crave more, especially when the affection you were showing him was so gentle, but he didn’t care as he let the impulsive side of him take over.

Not sparing another word, Peter closed the small distance between your lips and his. His free hand cupped your jaw while yours wasted no time in getting tangled in his silver hair.

His lips moved softly and surprisingly slowly over yours and he savoured the feeling of your hand holding his while your other got lost in his hair, your body pressed up against him, the way your jaw moved against his palm as you reciprocated the movement of his lips and the taste of your lips, promising himself he’d never let the memory slip from his mind for as long as he lived.

With complete clarity, Peter could say he had felt true, genuine happiness and he had no doubt in his mind that there was absolutely nothing Charles, Hank, Scott or anyone else from his original timeline could say to make him leave this happiness behind. Because in the process of forgetting his old life, he couldn’t deny that he has undoubtedly found himself in the position of a man who had so much more to live for.

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Invisible String (6/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Word Count: 2.1k words

Bucky couldn't recall the last time he had a genuine conversation with someone who wasn't his best mates, Sam and Steve. He enjoyed your company and as much as he hated to let his guard down, he wanted to do just that with you. You were everything that Bucky thought he would find repulsive, but he couldn’t help but be attracted towards you. And for the first time he wanted more, he didn't want a one-night stand or a fling with you, he wanted to know you. He admired your courage and bravery, but mostly he admired you. You, with all your stupid yet funny jokes and spontaneity; he liked you more than he would like to admit.

But there was this thing that you were his employee and one meal doesn't count as a date. It was just a meal. But yet, Bucky wanted it to be more. He had never been so intrigued by another person, but it was also clear that you didn't reciprocate his interest. And Bucky would have all of his 206 bones crushed out rather than giving his heart to someone only for it to be not requited.

So, when you walked into the club the next day, pretending as if nothing had changed, Bucky knew where your relationship lay with him, and he was content with it. Okay, he wasn't content with it, but he knew he couldn't force something that wasn't there. He would choose to be in your life as your boss, acquaintance, or maybe even a friend if he's lucky enough than to not be in your life at all.

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When you got settled behind the counter, your mood wasn't that great. It could be because you weren't drunk this time, or maybe because you enjoyed your meal with your boss a little too much for your liking. You wouldn't call it a date, but it sure as hell was a lot better than all the dates or meals you've had with people.

Your good mood was definitely not because of the fact that your mother called only to inform you that this family friend's son is not going to wait around long, and you should at least find a stable job if you can't find a suitable boyfriend. Then she started boasting about your sister and her amazing profession and how she and her husband save lives every day. And you might have had enough of her bullshit and lied that you indeed have a stable job and relationship. None of which is true.

Bartending only pays the bills, and you haven't had a relationship in years and none of them were serious. You always ran away from any sort of commitment because you knew you would eventually have to introduce your partner to your family and nobody deserves to see that circus, and you told yourself that you're doing a favor to those previous partners by leaving them or as your friends like to call ghosting them. In your defense, dealing with you and your family is more horrific than any scary movie.

Well, until now because tomorrow your sister and her family are coming to meet your partner and take you back to your parents' place for the weekend. The only problem is that you lied to them about your job and your partner. The worst part is that both of them are pretty non-existent.

"Hey, How are you feeling? " Peter asked you, noticing how you still weren't paying attention to the customer in front of you.

“Great, not drunk, if that's what you're wondering.”

“I'm fine," you retorted, glancing at the concerned look Peter was giving you. You quickly took the customer's order and proceeded to make the drink.

"The last time you said you were fine, you threatened to kill a dude," Pietro interjected, enjoying the faux disbelief that landed on your face. You looked over to Wanda for help, but she just chuckled at her brother's antics.

The rest of the night at work went by as it usually did. Pietro making a sarcastic remark here and there, Wanda countering her brother with a snarky response, you were laughing your ass off watching the duo and Peter awkwardly tried to suppress his amusement. In a weird custom, these three coworkers were the only thing that felt normal.

By the time you were done, it was mostly you left like always, with the addition of security guards that James added since Rumlow. You wanted to talk to him, especially after the wonderful not date you had, but the situation with him was not under your control anymore and it released from your grasp which scared the shit out of you. If James and you had met under different circumstances, then you would have tried to date him, but with him being your boss and the whole Rumlow thing made everything so complicated, and you didn't have time for any sort of relationship complication in your life. At least that's what you kept telling yourself.

When you were done with your shift and were about to leave, a very familiar voice called for you. You've been trying to ignore him all day and just when you thought you've succeeded, he catches up to you.

The thing that scared you with James was that you felt safe, too safe with him. You were scared that you were going to become dependent on him for your security, and you hated that. You always despised women who weren't anything except their husband's wife, as if their whole identity was being a man's property. Furthermore, you knew the only thing to be blamed here was patriarchy and men, but you decided that you weren't going to be someone's property, you were going to be your own person.

And you rebelled a lot to reach here, dyed your hair blue just because your mom told you not to, pursued your dream just because your dad told you to follow a secure nine to four job, left ex-partners because they told you what to and what not to wear. And some part of you knew that James wasn't like that. He wouldn't exploit you and your weaknesses.

But what you didn't realize was that these were merely excuses that your brain mustered up because you were too scared to be dumped. A long time ago, you decided that it is better to leave than be left. And James — well, James made you feel things that you didn't want to chase. You feared commitment and abandonment too much to go after a guy.

Your thoughts were brought to a halt when he held your wrist gently and called your name again. Reluctantly, you turned around, pretending to be surprised as if you didn't see him.

He obviously caught on to you. "Why are you ignoring me?"

"What?" You scoffed in feign disbelief, taking your hand away from his grasp and setting it on his shoulder. "Why would I ignore you, bud?"

Bud? What the fuck? , both of you thought at the same time.

Carefully, he eyed your hand and then you, "Okay, come on, I'll drop you home."

"No, James, it's fine, I can go on my own."

"Yes, yes, you are an independent, strong woman but come on," He teased, but you didn't seem to pick up the glint of mischief in his eyes.

You heard that as a taunt, a taunt your father has told you an ample number of times, that you indeed can never be anything on your own if you don't have a man beside you. While you were lost in your thoughts, James was moving towards his car, assuming that you were following him.

"But I am," you argued.

Your voice sounded distant to him, he turned around and walked towards you. "You are what?"

"I am strong and independent."

"Yes, you are," he agreed as a matter of factly because it was the truth. He had never met someone so strong who would leave behind their whole life to pursue their dreams. He, being the mob boss, and filthy rich couldn't do the same, and he may not tell you this, but he admired you so much.

Once you got the assurance you needed, you started walking towards his car. "Are you coming or not?" and he followed you.

Of course, you knew you were strong, but your life had not been going as smoothly as you anticipated. You're stuck in writer's block, your family interference and lack of trust in you hurts like a bitch. You were somewhat crushing on your boss, and you blurted random embarrassing stuff in front of him without thinking. You know, normal crush things.

When you reached the apartment, he insisted on dropping you to your floor. The car ride was spent in peaceful silence, but the time spent in the elevator was everything but that. No, the fifteen seconds were spent in James fidgeting beside you because he wanted to say something but didn't know how to.

After you unlocked your door, he finally spoke up. "Um, I was just wondering whether, you know, - I had fun last night and I don't have smooth conversations with people - um, I don't know, I'd like to go out with you again," he didn't finish, but your eyebrows shot up to your forehead and he quickly backpedaled. " Not as a date, if that's what you want. It could be a meal shared between you and your boss. Not that I'm implying that you are obligated to go with me just because I'm your boss. I'm asking this as a stranger, well, not as a stranger but as a friend, I think."

"James,” you spoke softly, and he could feel the denial coming his way.” I had fun too, but you're my boss. This is highly unprofessional."

He signed in defeat and looked at you one last time. There was so much he wanted to say, he wanted to tell you that he enjoyed your company more than he should. He wanted to tell you that he liked you. He wanted to tell you that he wanted to see where this thing would lead with you, but he knew better than that. At the end of the day, you were his employee and if you were to get involved with him in any form, it would only end in your tarnished reputation. So, he nodded, not trusting himself enough to speak much after the clear rejection. "I understand."

"Y/N! “

Both of you turned towards the source of the voice and frowned. He frowned because he was confused, whereas you, oh, you weren't confused, you were furious at the person standing there and at yourself for forgetting about their arrival.

"Hi, Carol. I thought you were coming tomorrow," you stated, faking a smile, and everyone in the area could see your distressed attempt at looking excited.

Well, everyone except your sister because she shrieked with happiness and ran towards you to throw her arms around you. Her husband followed behind and gave you and James an awkward smile.

"I just couldn't wait to meet my baby sister and we'll take you guys back for the weekend."

You guys, James and you thought at the same time. James looked at the side of your face for an explanation, and you kept looking forward at your sister, avoiding his gaze.

Fuck, you forgot about that. How can you forget about that? You mentally cursed yourself and didn't say anything because you didn't know what to do.

Your sister picked your silence as her cue to talk and pointed her index finger at James, who was standing beside you now. "Is this him?"

Your sister looked at you, expecting an answer, your brother-in-law looked at you with something called, please hurry up, I just want to go back to the hotel. James looked at you with bewilderment.

You sighed and took your boss's hand in yours, who also happens to be the most dangerous person in the town. He complied, holding on to you tightly, running his thumb on the back of your hand in a soothing manner. It felt like the most obvious thing as if your hand was made to be held by him. The thought sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, but you were too stubborn to accept it.

"Yes," you finalized. "This is James, my boyfriend."

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It only takes the holidays // Chapter 9

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: Life happens and things change, but it seems like some feelings stay the same. After ten years, Wanda finally comes back to her hometown to spend the holidays with her family, what also means seeing you again. What will come out of this encounter? [2.163 || 17.968]

Warnings: angst, death, grief, alcohol, swearing, mention of sex (not smut), fluff

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Chapter 9 – It only takes a starry sky

When you got home last night, you thought you wouldn’t be able to sleep at all. But instead, you think you don’t sleep so well as you just did in a long time now.

You wake up and get ready for the day completely in autopilot, your mind fully dedicated to reminisce your kiss with Wanda from last night. If you closed your eyes, you could still feel Wanda’s lips pressed against yours.

When you get to the kitchen, you see your mother and your sister are already having breakfast. You deposit a long kiss on their cheeks and goes to prepare your own meal.

- Someone woke up really happy today. – Your sister says with raised eyebrows and just now you notice you were smiling the whole time. You clear your throat and try to ignore the heat that is forming on your cheeks. - How was the party last night?

- It was great! How was your talk with Peter? – You retorts with a playful smirk and her own smirk falls from her lips as she looks away.

Your sister mumbles something you don’t understand and you chuckle when you notice her blushing.

You spend the rest of the breakfast talking about the fair and takes the three of you another hour to put all the crates with the greens and vegetables on the back of your truck.

When you get to the park downtown you notice that the barn from last night is not there anymore. Instead, a lot of tents are organized for people to expose their sales.

You let your mother chose the tent and carry the crates for her as she organized the items on the tables.

As you put one of the crates on the ground next to your tent, you hear a voice from behind you. Your favorite voice in the entire world, the only one that can put a silly smile on your face just by the sound of it.

- Long time no see.

- I know, right? – You retorts with the same playful tone as you turn to face her. Wanda has the brightest smile on her face, bringing butterflies to your stomach. - It’s been what? Nine hours or something?

- That definitely sounds like a lot. – Wanda says with a smirk and you bite back a smile. When you realize she’s carrying what seems to be a heavy box, you walk towards her.

- Here, let me help you.

- No, no, it’s cool. – She says, moving the box away from you. - Thanks, miss muscles, but I have my own.

She jokes winking at you and walks away, a giggle escaping from your lips. As you watch her walk away, not so innocent thoughts take over your mind.

- You’re checking her out. – Your sister’s voice startles you. You look at her trying to ignore the intense burning on your cheeks and she raises her brows.

- Don’t you have pictures to take or something? – You ask and she picks her camera and takes a picture of you, causing you to roll your eyes.

- You’re really grumpy. – She mocks as she walks away and you shake your head slightly at her antics.

You notice the Maximoffs took the tent next to yours and you chuckle when you see Pietro is not around.

Olek and Iryna moved from Sokovia years ago, when the twins were toddlers and they always bring these sauces and spices to the fair every year. Apparently they’re very famous foods in their country.

When you finish organizing your own things, the three of you go greet the Maximoffs and you try not to freak out when Wanda kisses the corner of your mouth.

Your mother asks Iryna about the sauces and the Maximoff couple starts to talk about all these ingredients that you don’t recognize, but they seem really proud of everything so you smile and nod throughout the conversation.

They offer some for you to try and you accept the toast with a vibrant red sauce on it. It tastes as good as it looks but you’re definitely not used to this kind of spice so your eyes get watery pretty fast and you have to bite back a curse.

- Oh, this is really spicy.

- Here, take this. – Wanda says, offering you a bottle of water. As you drink half of it in one gulp, you see the redhead laughing at your misery. - Feeling better?

- Not really. – You say, noticing your mouth is still tingling and you try to hold back the urge to cough.

- Maybe this will help.

Wanda places her hand on the back of your neck and pulls you in to give you a kiss. When her lips meet yours, your mouth has a tingling that has nothing to do with the sauce.

When she moved away from you, you suddenly became very aware of both of your families being around you. You clumsily said your goodbyes to the Maximoffs and almost tripped on the pole of the tent as you left. Wanda watched your embarrassed exit with an amused giggle.

As you gave the carrots and kales your full attention, your sister approached you with raised eyebrows and a playful smirk.

- So…

- Shut up.

After your little embarrassed moment, you decide to focus on the selling, helping your mother whenever she needed you.

A few hours pass and you would be lying if you said you didn’t exchanged glances with Wanda. You two locked eyes with a quite big frequency and you would blush every time your sister caught you two on the act, giving you a mocking expression.

Half of the morning had passed when Wanda approaches you, inviting you to walk around with her. You’re about to say that you have to stay to help your mother, but the older woman says she could take care of everything and that you should go, so you give her a grateful smile and turn your attention back to the redhead.

You two walk around talking, admiring some handicrafts and trying some foods. When Wanda offers you some of the treats she bought, you say that after what happened earlier you wouldn’t accept any food she gave you and she chuckles. She then says it was a good excuse to kiss you and when you say she didn’t need an excuse to do that, she kisses you again.

At some point you get the courage to hold her hand and you blush when she intertwines her fingers on yours. Wanda decides that you should get matching bracelets and you agree, not being able to say no to her.

You smile throughout the whole stroll, thinking how easy it was to be around Wanda. She makes you happy only by existing and whenever a thought about her leaving soon threatened to take over your mind, you immediately pushed it away.

It was almost noon when you came back to your tents. Your mother tells you that she is tired and wants to go home and you nod in agreement. You observe what's left of the sale and you smile noticing that you sold almost everything.

You and your family say your goodbyes to the Maximoffs and Wanda kisses you again, but this time you don’t mind.

Your sister teases you all the way home, but you’re too happy to care about it, your gaze constantly shifting towards the leather bracelet on your wrist.

When you get home, you decide to wash your truck, planning a special use for it tonight.

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You’re about to knock on the door, but another idea crosses your mind. You circle the house in silence and hope Olek don’t come out to shoot you or something.

You look for some pebbles and when you think you’ve got enough, you start to throw them at Wanda’s window. It only takes a few of them for her to come open it. When she does, she looks at you with frowned brows and an amused expression.

- What are you doing here?

- I wanna take you somewhere. – You explain and you notice the redhead raising her brows as a playful smirk appears on her face.

- Couldn’t you just knock like a normal person?

- It wouldn’t be romantic if I did. – You retorts and Wanda rolls her eyes. From that distance, you don’t see how she blushes intensely.

- You’re a lost cause.

- You like it though. – You giggle as you say it and Wanda bites her lip.

- A lot actually.

With that, she disappears back inside her room. After a few minutes you hear a noise on the backdoor and you walk towards it. You see Wanda coming out wearing a white cardigan and sweatpants and you can’t help but think she looks adorable.

She walks to you, her hands instantly meeting your cheeks as yours meet her waist. Your lips meet hers in a soft kiss and you’re surprised by how much you’ve been missing her even though you just saw her this morning.

- Where are you taking me? – She asks when the kiss ends, her eyes full with expectation, but you only shake your head.

- I guess you’ll have to come and see.

She giggles and rolls her eyes, but she follows you to your truck. You start to drive and Wanda looks at you with curiosity when she notices you’re not driving to town. Instead, you take her to an open field.

The two of you get out of the car. It’s dark, but the moon is shining bright enough so you can see each other clearly. You walk towards Wanda who has a confused yet amused expression on her face and you point up at the sky. When the redhead looks up, her expression changes completely as she sighs surprised.

Wanda always knew the sky in the countryside was way more beautiful than in the city, she remembered it. But not like this. A billion little shining stars framed the night sky so intensely that it felt like she was lost in space, floating among them. Completely enamored by the sight, the redhead didn’t even notice when you held her hand and pulled her gently towards the back of the truck.

The sound of you opening the tailgate woke her up from her daydreamed gaze. When she looks at the truck, she sees you prepared the truck bed floor with a bunch of comforters and pillows.

- Did you invite me to watch the stars? – She asks turning her attention back to you. When you nod shyly, Wanda feels her heart warming up on her chest. Every time she thought she couldn’t fall deeper in love with you, you proved her wrong. Not willing to admit the feelings, though, she just rolls her eyes. - You’re so cheesy.

You giggle and help her get up on the truck. You both lay admiring the sky. You two talk about some of the nights the two of you did this exact same thing back then. But this time was different and you both new it pretty well. The topic leads to a round of random subjects and you smile and laugh, impressed at how easy it is to just talk to Wanda like that.

Eventually the two of you fall into a comfortable silence that lasts for a while before you break it again.

- I saw you on tv a few weeks ago, before you got here. I was at a restaurant with Sam. It was a commercial, really. You were so beautiful. Your eyes were shining so bright.

- Thanks. – Wanda answers cautiously. You’ve never talked about her work or about the time she wasn’t here before, not as comfortably as you’re doing now. After a while, you turn to face her.

- But I gotta say, they shine brighter in here.

- Maybe it’s because I’m looking at you.

Wanda’s words sound in a whisper as her gaze shift to your lips. You lean in to kiss her, placing your hand on her neck. Wanda moves her hand to your waist, holding your shirt. It doesn’t take long for Wanda’s grip tighten as she pulled you on top of her.

You do as she wants, placing your hand on the side of her body. You shiver when your tongues touch, your fingers caressing her skin underneath her shirt. When Wanda starts unbuttoning your shirt, you don’t stop her.

A few hours later you take Wanda back to her place, your shirt buttoned all the way up to cover the love bites the redhead gave you. When you take her to the front door, you two have silly smiles and red cheeks. You say your goodbyes and Wanda gives you a long, loving kiss before heading inside.

As you drive back home, your body still tingles at everyplace Wanda has touched you.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

Chapter 10

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If You're the Sun, I'm the Moon

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Pairing: Peter x Avenger!reader

Warnings: Swearing, typos cuz it's 4 am

Request: Could you write about reader organizing a date and buying Peter flowers for a change, and he’s really stressed so it means a lot to him

Synopsis: You surprise Peter with a date night to give him a break and show him how much you appreciate him

a/n: soft peter has my heart, I want to hold and kiss him

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this picture of him is absolutely adorable i cant-

Recently, Peter had been working really hard in school and as Spider-man. He spent all of his free time - when he wasn’t fighting crime -studying for finals. If it was up to him he wouldn’t do any school work and would spend all of his time with you.

You, on the other hand, had a lot of free time when you weren’t doing something that was part of being an Avenger. You decided to surprise your boyfriend with a date. The whole thing was planned out for the two of you to go to dinner which you made a reservation for at a nice Italian place.

Then, you’d take him to the roof of the compound where you’d play music and maybe slow dance. And you had blankets to lay on and watch the stars. The whole thing was kind of cliché but your boy deserved it.

He spent so much time worrying about everyone else, especially you. People tried taking advantage of his generosity sometimes which didn’t get far, thanks to you.

He took every chance he got to tell you he loved you or that you looked beautiful. You definitely returned the favor but you wanted to do something big to show how much you appreciated him and all that he did.

You picked up your phone and called your boyfriend since he just got out of school.

“Hey,” he answered, his tone telling you how happy he was that you called.

“Hey, so I’m gonna need you to skip patrol tonight,”

“Why is that?”

“We’re doing something, and you have no way out,” you sighed, a tease in your tone.

“Then I guess I’m not patrolling tonight- what are we doing instead?” He asked, curiosity in his voice.

“That is for me to know and for you to find out, just dress nice and I’ll pick you up at seven,”

“Okay, now I really want to know,”

“Nope, see you tonight, I love you,”

“Fine…I love you too,”

Now, you needed to get the roof ready for that romantic stargazing and get yourself ready. You also needed to pick up flowers on your way to Peter’s apartment.

You settled for a bouquet of sunflowers from a flower stand you drove by. They were perfect because it wasn’t that he was like the flowers, he was the sun. You felt drawn to him, he made you feel alive, now isn’t that something?

He’s bright and beautiful, all he had to do was smile and he made you happy. And you knew he wasn’t really happy like that all of the time. But, you made sure he was loved and taken care of when he wasn’t shining, although you really did that all of the time. Hence, this date night.

You also looked fucking amazing because you didn’t know when the next time was that you’d be able to do this with Peter. Granted, he thinks you look good in a random pair of pajama pants with a t-shirt from an obscure store that doesn’t match at all.

He was checking himself in the mirror when he heard you knock on the front door. He hoped he looked as good as he knew you did.

His breath hitched when he opened the door and he saw you and the flowers in your hands.

“You look so pretty,” he gave you a timid smile.

“As do you,” you handed him the flowers and slid your hands down the front of his suit jacket, admiring him. He. Is. Fucking. Adorable.

“Wait- you- these are for me?” His was voice soft and he pointed to himself.

“Yes, my sunshine, they are,”

He grew the proudest smile on his face and examined them, taking small glances at you because HOLY SHIT you got flowers for him and he’s never gotten flowers from someone.

“Thank you,” he pulled you into a hug, his free hand squeezing your waist.

“Of course,” you pulled your head back and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing?” He asked as you fixed his tie for him because he’s never gotten the hang of it.

“It’s a surprise, now do you have a vase for-,"

“I want to hold them,” he wrapped his arms around the flowers as if he was hugging them.

“You’re taking them on the date?” You raised your eyes brows and chuckled when he nodded, a small pout on his face, “okay, whatever you want,”

When your car made it to the restaurant, Peter looked at you with amazement.

“We’re eating here?”

“Yep,” you rubbed your thumb on his thigh where your hand was resting for the entirety of the ride.

He loved when you did that, his stomach was doing flips even if he was used to it.

When you got seated (including Peter’s flowers), Peter looked at the menu and you could tell what he was going to ask.

“Yes, it’s spendy. No, you will not be paying a pretty penny,” you told him, not looking up from your own menu.

He sighed at your stubbornness but continued looking for what he wanted.

“Spaghetti, please, and can you ask them to cut it?” He asked, his voice quiet out of embarrassment that he was too anxious to order for himself.

“Yep,” you smiled and reached for his hand across the table.

You really didn’t mind handling most of the talking when you were together, you knew he got nervous and if you could relieve his stress, then you were happy to order for him.

You spent most of the dinner laughing and getting weird looks from people because you and Peter might have dressed the part, but this place was way too posh. Still, having time with him all to yourself was everything you wanted.

After you finished and paid, he thanked you so much to the point that you glared when he wouldn’t stop. You loved treating him because he deserved the world.

“Why are we going to the compound?” He asked when it clicked in his mind you were en route to there.

“Patience,” you winked and he sighed, his curiosity boiling inside of him.

The both of you heard faint music playing as you went up the stairs to the roof and you opened the door for him when you got to the top. He looked around at what you had set up, the sunflowers still in his hands.

A speaker, held by Pietro, was playing Talking to the Moon and several blankets and pillows were laid out for the two of you.

“Thanks,” you told Pietro and you took the speaker from him.

“I get my fiver later, right?” He asked as he made his way to the door for the stairwell.

“Right,” you assured him before grabbing Peter’s hand, guiding him over to the “bed” you made, and laying down, "come here,”

You opened your arms and he immediately fell into them, his head resting on your chest. He snaked his arms around your waist and you pulled a blanket over the two of you.

“The view of the night sky is so much better out here than in the polluted city,” he remarked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Pretty, right?” You kept your eyes on the stars twinkling above you.

“Yes, you are,” he rested his chin on your chest, his eyes appreciating the moonlight beaming down on you.

Speaking of beaming, Peter was insanely happy right now. The amount of work you put in for him to have a nice night made his heart beat faster each time he thought about you. He felt so lucky.

“Why thank you, but don’t you want to stargaze, not me-gaze?” You chuckled and cupped his cheeks.

“If I’m sunshine then y- you’re moonlight,” he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“If you’re the sun, I’m the moon,” you looked up at the full moon, illuminating the rooftop, “how poetic,”

“Thank you so much,”

“It’s no problem, I’m very lyrical,” your voice was bleeding with sarcasm and he rolled his eyes.

“I mean for tonight, I really needed it,” his eyes were soft and he placed a kiss on your cheeks.

“Anything for the light of my life,” you shrugged as if it was nothing before pulling him down to your lips again.

The kiss was slow and full of so much love. You could stay here, in this moment forever, if it meant you could keep everything bad away from this boy. In reality, you couldn’t. But, you could do everything in your power to be his safe place and show him how much you loved him.

“Can I do anything else to relieve your stress?” You asked, a small smirk on your face as you brought a leg around his waist and swiftly flipped the two of you over.

He looked up at you hovering over him, a light blush across his cheeks.

“What did you have in mind?”

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The best of friends

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Summary: The dreaded weekend has arrived. It goes as well as you expected, but you made some new friends.

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First of all, let it be known that you tried oh so desperately to get out of this situation.

You tried to feign an illness, Bruce deemed you okay. You said you were supposed to be training with Steve, Bucky said he was on a mission. Hell, you even tried to get into trouble and be grounded, but your dad saw right through it.

“Y/n, why don’t you wanna go with Peter and his friends?” He asks, slightly irritated but mostly worried.

“Because...” You don’t answer the question. Instead opting to look around the common room and avoid eye contact.

“Because what? You love hanging out with Peter.” Then he mumbles,” Maybe a little too much”

You were going to defend yourself, but then you realized you had one more trick up your sleeve.

“It’s just...I realized that I haven’t really spent time with you.” You look at your dad with big eyes,” Ever since I met Pete, we’ve been hanging out almost every weekend, we rarely have any father-daughter time”

Tony’s face softens,” Well, you’re not wrong..”

Yes! He took the bait!

“Oh what the hell, Spiderling can just come over next weeke--”

“Tony!” Oh no..

“Hey Pep, I was just planning a daddy- daughter day with Y/n”

She looked at you apologetically, “I’m sorry sweetie, but your dad seems to have forgotten that we have a meeting to attend”

God damnit.

“I didn’t forget. I just don’t want to go.” He pouts as Pepper drags him away. He turns to you, “ Kid, just go with Peter today, we can spend some time together tomorrow or something, OW Pep I’m coming!!”

You sigh, looking at the time and realizing that you had two hours to get ready. You slowly walk to your room, freading every step you take. On your way there you bump into Wanda. Literally.

“Oh sorry Wanda” You mutter, it’s still a little awkward between you two.

“It’s okay.” She smiles,” Are you alright, you seem like you have a lot on your mind.” Ironic.

You sigh, and tell her about your plans with Peter and how he invited Liz and his friends.

“So, you’ve finally realized your feelings for the Spider boy.”

You choke hearing her words,” Wh-what?! Who said anything about feelings?”

She looks at you with a bored face,” You do know I can basically read your mind right? Besides, I don’t have read your mind to see you like each other. It pretty obvious all on it’s own.”

You look down, “ I don’t know, you should have seen his face when he saw Liz...”

It was silent for a second, then Wanda’s face grew a look of determination, “ Okay, then we’ll make him realize how much he likes you.”

With those words, she pulled you along into your room.

“When did she get so strong?” You thought to yourself, surprised at how easily she was able to maneuver your body.

Once you were in your room, she made for your closet.

“Boys are stupid” She said, going through all your clothes, “ They don’t realize they want something until someone else wants the same thing.”

“So..where exactly are you going with this?” You ask cautiously. Then she pulls out an oversized t shirt, biker shirts, and some sneakers.

“Everytime you see Peter, you’re bare faced and in sweats. And while there's nothing wrong with that, I know that you want Peter to recognize you was a potential partner, yes?”

You nod,” Yes, but what does dressing up have to do with anything?”

Wanda rolls her eyes,” Right now, he sees you as a friend. His buddy that he sees only on the weekend, away from his ‘normal’ life. You want to break that notion.”

You nod along, everything she says is making sense. Even if Peter is a little touchy with you, it seems to be very subconscious. You want him to look at you the way he looks at Liz. You want that silly smile he gives her to be aimed at you.

Besides, it has been a while since you got the chance to dress up.

You smile at Wanda, “ You know, you’re really fun to hang out with.”

She blushes at your words,” It's nice to have a girl to hang out with. Put on your clothes then call me, I’ll help you with your make up.” Then she walks out of your room, softly closing the door. You never realized it before, but Wanda really does keep to herself and Pietro. She’ll talk to Vision or Steve every once in a while, but it's pretty rare. Maybe you both weren’t so different after all...

You smile as you change, your talk with Wanda helped ease your anxiety for the moments. You decide to do your hair in your favorite hairstyle. Then you picked out some necklaces, the gold meshing perfectly on your brown skin. Then you called Wanda back in.

“Beautiful, Parkers not going to know what hit him” She says with a smile, “I know you don’t wear much makeup on a regular day, so how about this?”

She pulls up a picture on pinterest. You smile, she really looked up ‘black girl makeup’ on pinterest for you.

“I love it. I have some falsies I use for galas in my makeup bag.”

So you and Wanda spend the next thirty minutes doing your makeup. It really was fun. The two of you laughed and giggled at each other, sang along to the music playing in the background, and talked about anything and everything.

When you were finally done, you stared at yourself in the mirror. It was weird. Sure, you’ve been dressed up before, but that was usually when you went to fancy dinner parties with your dad. This was a whole other thing.

“You’re missing something.” Wanda says looking at you, “ But I’m not too sure what it is...” Then, Pietro peaks his head in the door.

“Um Wanda, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you all ove-” “Pietro! You can’t just walk into a girls room without knocking!” “You’ve been in here for almost two hours how was I supposed to Kn--”

You chuckle at the two siblings bickering. It kind of reminded you if you and your dad. For a forty year old man, he really could act like a child.

“Since you’re here, we need a boys opinion” Wanda says cutting off whatever you were thinking about.

“What for?” He asks skeptically, finally realizing that there was another person in the room with them.

“She’s missing something, yes?” She says, pulling you over to them. Your face burns as you feel Pietro's gaze on you. Looking for whatever Wanda claims that was missing.

“That shiny sticky stuff you put on your lips.” He says,” oh and try these” a burst of wind hits your face and blows back Wanda's hair as Pietro runs and comes back with a pair of tiny sunglasses.

“Here.” He places them on your head, “You know, you’re actually really pretty.”

Wanda laughs,” If it doesn’t work out with Peter, you can always date Pietro”

“That's not what I meant!” He says with a blush, “ Are you finally going on a date with the Spider boy?”

You sigh,” No, he invited his crush and his friends to our shopping trip”

Pietro shakes his head,” You should make him jealous.”

Wanda rolls her eyes and you look at him in confusion,” What do you mean?”

“Men want things they can’t have. If you make him jealous, he’ll definitely pay attention to you.” Then his eyes widen, “ Hey! I can dress up like a teenager and--” “NO”

Wanda yells shutting down that idea,” Y/n, don’t listen to my idiot brother.” She hands you the lip gloss,”Now, just make sure to show him what he’s missing, act the way you do when you were with me.”

“Ms. Stark? Mr. Parker is waiting for you in the lobby.”

Wanda and Pietro with you to the elevator

“Good luck Y/n, remember what I said.” Wanda said with a wink.

Pietro smiled as the doors closed, but you could have sworn he smirked at the last minute.

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“Oh well” You think,” Okay, just be yourself, be yourself”

The elevator doors open to reveal MJ and Ned sitting on the lobby chairs. They stand up at the sound of the doors opening.

“Finally, Peter kept-- woah” Ned’s eyes widened at seeing you. “H-hi”

“Hi Ned” You say with a soft smile, “ Wheres Peter?”

“He’s outside waiting for Liz’s mom to drop her off” Mj said with a scoff, “ Really, you’d think she’d be on time..”

“Oh..okay” You say, already Peter was ignoring you for Liz and the day barely started. “Well, let’s meet him outside”

The three of you started to make your way outside when a gust of wind blew from the back.

“Ah Printsessa! I’m glad I caught you before you left”

oh no...

“You forgot your purse on the counter. I’m sure you need it or this shopping trip” He says with a smirk, holding the small bag with his finger.

Ned and Mj were in shock. Either because they were starstruck or because they weren’t expecting to talk to one of the Avengers.

“Hey guys! Liz is here!” Peter says walking into the building. ‘Oh hey Y/n”

“Hey Pete” You say, annoyed that he was just greeting you. Not even with a hug.

“Well!” Pietro saud loudly,” Here is your bag”

As you went to grab the bag, Pietro raised it out of your reach.

“Come on printsessa, I know you’re faster than that” He said in a teasing tone.

“Pietro! We have to go” You said with a laugh, confused on why he was acting like this.

“Okay okay” He goes to hand the purse to you,” You really do look beautiful, as always.” He says with a smile. “побачимось пізніше принцесою“

Then he pecks you on the forehead, winks at the group, and is gone with another burst of wind.

“What was that?” Peter asks,” I didn’t know you were so close with Pietro.”

“Well him and Wanda helped me pick my outfit” You said with a shrug, “I didn’t even know I was close to Pietro like that”

“Well, your outfit is super cute” Liz said with a smile.

“Damn I can’t even hate her, she's so nice” you think to yourself.

‘Thank you” you said weakly, “ I honestly didn’t know I had clothes like this”

“Neither did I” mumbled Peter.

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The five of you started the day by walking to some of the shops near the Tower. You,Mj, and ned ended up being left behind while Peter and Liz were in the front.

“Why did he invite us if he isn’t going to talk to us?” Mj mumbles to you and Ned.

“Aw come on Mj, Peter’s been trying to talk to Liz for like three years now.” Ned whispers back.

“That doesn’t mean he has to ditch his friends” you say quietly, Mj agreeing with you.

“Exactly, this is Y/ns first time out with friends and he’s missing it for Liz.”

“Why does everyone think I don’t have friends?” You say with a laugh,” I just don’t have any in the city.”

“Right” Mj says,” Either way, you don’t get out much.”

“That’s right! We should be having fun, not moping about Peter.” Ned adds, “Come on!”

He pulls you and Mj into the store, dragging you through the aisles and making you both try on ridiculous stuff. It was really fun, you laughed as Ned draped a feather boa on an annoyed Mj. But then you noticed that Peter and Liz were standing way too close to each other. Peter ran a hand through his hair as Liz laughed at whatever he said.

That cold feeling grew in your chest again. You watched as Peter awkwardly picked lint off of her hair as she smiled.

“Hey! We should go to this carnival they’re having!” Ned yells, ruining their moment.

“Way to go Ned” You think, satisfied at the outcome.

“A carnival?” Peter asks, “ I don’t know Ned, it's pretty far from here..”

“Aw come one guys! It one sub stop away from here! “

“I’ve never been to a carnival before” You said, “It sounds fun”

“But Mr. Stark said not to go too far..”

“You know a carnival does sound fun” Liz says, then Peter softens and gets that stupid look on his face.

“Okay fine” He says, “ We should get going.”

“Of course he agrees with her” Mj mutters.

“No kidding” You whisper back.

The walk to the subway was awkward, you all waited quietly for the train to get there.

“So..I guess you’ve never been on a sub before huh?” Liz said, trying to make conversation.

‘The last time I was on one, my mother was leaving me with my dad.” You said blankly, watching the people around you scurry. You didn’t mean to be so rude. Really, it wasn’t her fault that Peter liked her, but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted to spend time with Peter alone.

“Oh, I’m sorry I..I didn’t know” Liz said looking away. Peter looked in between you two, as if he didn’t know who to comfort.

He chose Liz of course.

“Hey, it’s okay you didn’t mean to” He said rubbing her back. “ She knows that”

You and Mj simultaneously roll your eyes. She looks at you as if asking if you’re okay. You nod, appreciating the small gesture.

The group gets on the subway. You see Peter go to sit down, one space free next to him. You see Liz talking to Ned about the carnival and Mj was already sitting somewhere else. So you took the chance to finally be alone with Peter.

You sit down with a sigh, finally glad to be off your feet.

“Hey” You mutter to Peter, pulling out your lip gloss and mirror.

“Hey! Gosh I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever” Peter says chuckling. He turns to look at you. “So, are you having fun? Are Ned and Mj being nice to you?”

“Yeah, they’re great.” You say, pouting in the mirror. From your peripheral, you can see Peter glance at your lips. You smile, and suddenly turn towards him. Your faces close together.

“You look great..by the way..” He says lowly, “You look different..”

“Well, I’m not in my pyjamas” You saw with a light laugh. Peter laughs along with you.

“That’s true, I never realized that we mainly hang out at the tower.”

“Yeah, it’d be nice to hang out somewhere else” You say, hinting that you want to spend time alone with him.

“Yeah..that would be nice” He whispers. He looks at you for a bit, examining your face. “Hey, umm, what was that with Pietro?”

You look at him in surprise, “ What do you mean?”

He turns red, “ Well, it’s just that..it kind of looked like he was flirting with you.”

Wait..is he.. “Peter Parker, are you jealous?” you ask with a grin.

“What? N-no!” He stutters,”It’s just that he..he’s like old!”

You laugh,” He’s twenty one, hardly that much older”

“Yeah..but still” He says with a pout, “I don’t need anyone taking my best friend away.”

Your heart flutters, the thought of him not wanting to lose you made you grow hot.

“Don’t worry web head, no one is going to take me away from you.” You say looking him in the eye. He smiles at you, taking your hand.

“Good, and no one is--” “Hey Peter, we’re here!”

Liz. Of course.

Peter practically throws your hand back into your lap.

“Oh awesome!” He says getting up from his spot and walking over to her.

Leaving you by yourself. Mj walks up to you.

“He’s an idiot.” She says knowingly, “Come on.” She grabs your hand, pulling you off the train and through the crowd. You let her, deflated at the fact that Peter put you second to Liz...again.

“Hey...I know you like Peter.” Mj says, “ But don’t let him get you down. You’re hot shit, if he can’t see that then fuck him.”

You look at her in shock, “I guess I have been pretty obvious huh?”

“No kidding” Ned suddenly appears, “If looks could kill, Liz would be six feet under.”

You sigh, “I’m sorry if I’m ruining your day, I just...I have no experience with this sort of thing.”

“But you’re a Stark...” Ned begins

“Yeah, but I’ve always been homeschooled, my first crush was on Steve and I was 7. This is different” You look at Peter, “ Peter was the first person my age I truly got to know. Not as Tony Stark's daughter, but as me.”

“Seeing him with Liz must be confusing. I’m sorry he’s so stupid” Mj says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s go have fun.” Ned says, “ You shouldn’t let this situation bring you down.”

You smile, deciding Ned was right. The three of you walk up to the entrance. The air smells like fried foods and candy. Screams of children on rides and laughter of couples on dates fills your ears. The bright lights shine as the setting sun lowers in the background. You’re amazed, only ever seeing stuff like this in movies.

“Come on guys!” Liz shouts waving you, Mj and Ned over to a ride. The Himalaya. It was a ride that went in circles, each round faster and faster. But the thing that caught your attention was the rock music that played in the background.

“Sounds like the lab” You shout over the music, “Dad is always blasting music when I go down there.”

“Oh that’s true!” Peter shouts back, “ He let me pick the music once”

“Yeah and you picked some poppy trash” You teased, “ You trying to give my old man a heart attack Parker?”

“I told you it was an accident!”

“Oh sure”

“Next!” The attendant shouted. You started to make your way to the carts. Mj pulling Liz and Ned to go sit with her, she turned to you with a wink.

“Guess it’s you and me” Peter says looking back at Liz.

“Don’t sound so excited” You mutter, about to make your way to the next cart when the attendant stopped you

“Hey, do you wanna pick the next song?” He asks handing you a book full of songs.

“Sure, umm number 79″ You say with a smile, the attendant looks at you with a grin

“You have taste, I’m impressed”

“I get it from my dad” You say, about to walk away when he stops you again

“Your sunglasses might fall off, I’ll hold them for you” He says, taking them off your head.

You blush at his sudden closeness when you hear Peter shout

“ You coming Stark?” “Yeah I’m coming”

You smile at the boy and run off to join your friend.

“Sorry, he let me pick the song” You say, settling into the seat next to Peter.

“He was a little close don’t you think?” He says fiddling with the bar that serves as the seatbelt.

“I don’t know, I guess”

The ride started slowly going forward. The first notes of “You shook me all night long” starting to play. You along with several older adults started cheering. As the ride started moving faster, you started laughing and loudly singing along. The fluttering feeling coming back as Peter watched you sing. With that smile you know is reserved only for you. A smile you’ve seen time and time again, when you’re falling asleep during movie nights, or when you win at a board game.

At that moment, as you watch the world blur around you, it was just you and Peter. Yelling AC/DC lyrics in his face while he looked at you in amusement. This was how it was meant to be.

Then the song ends. And so does the ride.

Once it stops, Peter hops out and goes to help Liz out of her seat.

You sigh, making your way up to the attendant to get your glasses.

“Hey, thanks for holding them” You say taking your glasses, you smile at him and walk away. You catch up to the rest of your friends placing the glasses on your head.

“Y/n you have something on your glasses.” Ned points out. You reached out and felt piece of paper on your glasses. You take it off, you see the attendant has written his number on a piece of paper and attached it to your glasses

“ Ohhh look at you” Ned says, “looks like the playboy has passed from your dad to you”

Everyone laughs, except Peter for some reason. You look at him in concern, but before you can say anything Liz pulls him away to ring toss booth.

“ Come on guys, I want one of those fried Oreos,”

So again you were separated from Peter. It seems like every time you had a chance to get close to him somebody was always butting in.

You sigh, “maybe it wasn’t meant to be, I mean if he wanted to..he would right??”

Lost in thought you watch as Ned and Mj argue over something about Shakespeare. You tune out as you continue to think about Peter in the situation you’re in. That’s when you heard your name being yelled

“ Hey Stark!!”

You turn around and to your surprise, you see a familiar face.

“Am I dreaming or is that you Jason Todd??”

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A/n: fun fact there’s actually a ride called the Himalaya in an amusement park in my town. It basically does the same thing I described in the story it’s my favorite ride.

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jadoue1999 · 3 years

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Peter Maximoff’s complicated relationship with Star Wars

Summary: Peter didn't like Star Wars. But not because they were bad movies, no. It's because they somehow were very similar to his own life, and they also showed him what might have been, had his twin lived long enough. This is the story of Peter Maximoff, told through the many similarities between the original trilogy and his own life.

*All Star Wars quotes are in italics*

Peter doesn’t like Star Wars

Don’t get him wrong, the movies are great. The first movie had come out when he was 22 years old, and he had found it amazing. He had never seen anything like it before and had sneaked into the movie theater to rewatch it with his twin several times.

‘I need your help, Luke.’

It was almost ironic how his life resembled some parts of the movie. Both he and Wendy had some characteristics of Luke and Leia. He was the goofball, the one who had been recruited to break someone out of an impenetrable prison. Hell, Charles could be Obi-Wan, the old wizard with strange mind control powers (though he didn’t have them at the time), Hank was Chewbacca, the fierce beast who was loyal to his family, and then the claw guy, Logan, was Han Solo. The dark-haired man with a don’t-mess-with-me attitude that would shoot you down without hesitation. That made him Luke, the farm boy that was raised isolated, unaware of the true danger. Only difference was that Erik wasn’t Leia, no he was Vader. Wendy was Leia, the fierce, loud mouthed, badass princess that didn’t let anyone boss her around.

They had loved the first movie, but then tragedy struck. His twin’s powers were always unpredictable, always on the verge of lashing out. He had tried to help as much as he could, but just a few months after their 23rd birthday, it was too much for Wendy to bear. She lost control and died, taking half a block with her. Peter did his best to carry on, but their lost connection was all he could feel. The aching emptiness that had always been occupied by his twin sister. It took awhile, but he did eventually go see the second Star Wars. It was... a bittersweet experience to say the least.

Seeing the big bad Vader being related to Luke really did a number on him. All he could think about was the fact that he too was related to a literal terrorist. Someone who had hurt hundred of people and would probably not hesitate to hurt him as well. And then it was revealed that Luke and Leia shared a connection, where they could hear each other and feel each other, and it just overwhelmed him. Minus the kissing (ew, that was gross, why did they even include that?!) Luke and Leia’s relationship reminded him of his and Wendy’s.

That’s why he wasn’t surprised when they were revealed to be twins in the next movie.

Actually, he had been surprised, but more about the fact that his grief took over for a moment. Seeing Leia try to reason with Luke, telling him that nothing good would come out of chasing Vader, their father... that was a conversation that had really happened after their mom told them who exactly was Magneto. Peter had decided to chase Erik down the moment he had resurfaced.

‘I won't fail - I'm not afraid.’

‘Oh, you will be. You will be.’

His mom had warned him about Magneto, how nothing good came out of chasing ghosts, but he had to try. A confrontation with the Dark Lord of the Sith.

Cloud city The mansion was full of people, and the place was exploding. He saved them all (minus one), of course, because that’s what he did. Why be a speedster if you can’t save people from catastrophe?

‘Luke, don't - it's a trap!’

Yeah, it had been a trap, alright. But unlike Luke, he hadn’t had Leia to warn him. So, the carbon freezing chamber knock out gun had worked. That’s how he ended up captured by the government and woke up in a weird green room. The others, he could understand why they were taken, they seemed to know the man holding them, but why him? Peter was of no interest to them. Unless they knew he was related to Magneto and planned to use him as a bargaining chip, but it seemed unlikely.

Then, they were freed and, on their way to confront En Sabah Nur, or as Hank had described him, the blue god. He had told Raven about his relationship with Erik, and she promised him that she would make sure she would tell him.

‘There is no escape. Don't make me destroy you.’

The cold, cold eyes of Magneto were staring at him with something that seemed almost like interest. “And you?”

‘I am your father.’

It was right there, a perfect opportunity served on a silver platter. An opportunity to make Erik realize he wasn’t alone, that he had more family. Perhaps he’d turn back to the light side if he knew. “I’m your-“

But it was Wendy who was the brave one, she was the chosen one. She never would have hesitated. And he wasn’t his sister. “I’m here for my family too.”

It was all sad and tragic because his life was just like that. He could feel Raven’s eyes on him, she couldn’t understand why he hadn’t told him, but she couldn’t know about Wendy. It was his own painful secret.

With how similar his life was to Luke’s he wasn’t sure why he was even surprised when he got his hand cut off leg broken. Then, there he was, trying to hold on to consciousness as shock settled into his body.

‘Hear me! Leia!’

Oh, how he wished Wendy were here. She would have destroyed them. Peter would have done anything for his twin to answer, like Leia did with Luke. But she was dead, there was no one to answer him. Just the cobwebs of their broken connection and the burning pain of his leg. He didn’t really care what happened next, he was all too focused on getting his message to his long-lost sister. He didn’t really believe in a higher power, of some all-powerful entity that somehow watched over everyone. He did, however, believe in Wendy, his strong, beautiful, powerful sister.

‘I would have preferred her too’

The blue God’s voice resonated in his head, catching him off guard. No one had ever reached in his mind like that, Wendy only could because of their connection.

‘If you will not turn to the dark side, then perhaps she will.’

Would his father have tried recruiting Wendy for his brotherhood? Yeah, definitely. She would have been the true last hope. A daughter to be proud about. One with abilities beyond anything anyone had ever seen. One that truly would have saved everyone, hell, she would have prevented the mansion from exploding and never would have been captured in the first place. The blue god looked at him with disdain in his eyes and Peter knew it didn’t mean anything good. He tried to crawl away, but in his current position, that did absolutely nothing.

‘It is pointless to resist, my son.’

En Sabah Nur grabbed him by the hair and tugged, holding him painfully upright and vulnerable. He’d always hated staying still, he was always too full of energy, always eager to chase after the next distraction.

Peter looked up at his father, trying to see if he would do anything, but he saw nothing but indifference. Magneto didn’t care about him. He was an insignificant mutant, a face amongst a thousand others. Soon to be counted amongst the hundred of corpses that Erik had seen in his life.

‘Now, young Skywalker...you will die.’

The god pulled his head back sharply, exposing his throat. “End him.”

One of his horsemen was approaching him with a sharp sword. Peter was slightly thankful that it wasn’t his dad that was chosen to be his executioner. His powers had kicked in, trying to give him an opportunity to escape. But it only made his imminent doom even worse.

Then, he didn’t die, and the hope of seeing his twin again was brushed aside for another near-death situation. As it turned out, Raven was a great person when the son of her friend was in danger.

En Sabah Nur let him go too quickly to focus on the blue mutant. He gasped and writhed as he fell to the ground as electricity pain coursed through his body. The blue god didn’t care about him, he continued calling for Charles, calling for his true target.

‘Father! Help me!’

He should cry out like Luke did, there was no way Magneto would act if he didn’t. Then again, he didn’t have a clue who he was. It was doubtful he remembered him from the Pentagon, it had been nearly 10 years and Erik had had a whole other family since. He was just the nameless idiot that got a big head and tried to take on a god and got defeated like a loser.

In the end, they were all fine, just a little shaken. Erik gave him a weird look, either he pitied him, or he was wondering what he had wanted to tell him. But Peter was on the verge of passing out, there was no way he could hold a conversation at the moment. They came back to the mansion and Peter decided to stay, maybe getting out of his isolation wouldn’t be so bad.

So, even if his life was similar to Star Wars, in its turns and tragedy, it wasn’t even close to how the trilogy ended. The scruffy Han never came back, Obi-wan wasn’t next to a redeemed Anakin (he just left all together) and Leia wasn’t at his side anymore. A happy ending wasn’t something that happened in real life. Everything he wanted resolved wasn’t wrapped neatly into a bow. He still had his loads of daddy issues caused by a father who didn’t know was a father and Wendy, his amazing long gone twin still wasn’t at his side. Peter figured that some good would eventually come to him, it couldn’t be all bad, right?

‘This is our most desperate hour.’

He had faith in that, so, when he was woken up by a burning sensation in his chest, he did his best to understand. The pain was so familiar, it was grief. But not his grief, no, this came from the connection he shared with his twin.

“Wanda?” he called out. Using her real name because she was calling to him. Because she needed him. Because she was somewhere all alone.

“I had a brother, his name was… Pietro.”

It was painful for her to talk about him, so he made sure to let her know through their bond that he was there for her, she just had to reach out. Wanda was confused to feel him, but her scarlet magic soon opened a portal. It might be a trap, there was no way to be certain, but Peter trusted his sister. He took and deep breath and ran into the portal without hesitation. She was alone and she was suffering, it was his job as her twin to help her.

‘Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope.’

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jupitercomet · 1 year

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when i nominated draco malfoy i think i was thinking of the fanfiction version of him, as in a young boy who never got to make his own choices but chooses dove, and would choose her even if he had to do it out of obligation. or something. not defending him lol, defending myself because i don’t want to come off as a death eater apologist, my foetus self’s i-can-fix-him complex didn’t have many other projectable vessels so he had to do and i can’t deny that.

bucky, i think i see him as perhaps a veteran amputee, not exactly the winter soldier, just very traumatised and lost, and i very much like the idea that dove can help him see the beauty in himself even if he feels scarred and cold and whatnot. like bradley 2.0. but let’s please call him james.

i also see tasm! peter being like a sculptor or something? not the right word, just very good with his hands, likes to build her little things and it’s more a hobby than anything, but still. and he’d be the charming goofy intense but also stupid pretty boy dove needs after bradley and his chickenshit.

also a jake girlie till i die, he may be a little bitch but he’s also my babygirl, if he’s not husband contender, let’s at least still have him knocking rooster off his stupid perch.

anthony bridgerton is jonathan bailey’s character, i only watched it because my friend dared me to, and i could write an essay as to why it’s terrible, but it’s also given my friends and i several dramatic monologues to re-enact, and toxic kings with sideburns who burn for their love. he’s also got an artist brother if that’s of any interest lol. which is to say please digress.

may i suggest marauders era sirius black — basically ben barnes without the caspianness, though the prince is a strong contender?

or aaron taylor johnson as james potter, instead of pietro because i honestly don’t think they did much with his character than end it?

okayyy, I honestly love how we've just decided to rewrite Harry Potter like it's not JK Rowlings anymore 💀 though I feel like Loki, especially in the Loki show, gives off similar vibes and I think an arranged marriage would make equally as much sense (and I'd pick Loki if I had to choose between the two)

I feel like jtldm!Bucky would be like fatws!Bucky (would that make Steve Charlie???) like little broken baby boy and definitely very Bradley-esque

idk why but I want Peter to build birdhouses

fair enough, I don't really know him so I'll let y'all make the executive decision on Anthony Bridgerton (I could talk for hours about how I feel this show has turned girlbossing into a way to push the patriarchy but every man in the Second Husband Olympics is a feminist bc I said so)

I definitely think Sirius Black is a contender, but I don't really see Dove and James like I think their reassurance styles would be so different, I just see them miscommunicating a lot

and Nicholas! Nicholas! Nicholas! but I'm curious how the enemies to lovers would transfer 🤔

#second husband olympics #what’s up doc

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sunflowergirl522 · 3 years

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You Need To Remember Part 1

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your best friend Peter gets sucked into a different reality in front of you and you use your power to go after him. You find yourself in a new reality but you don’t remember how you got there.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1902

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You don’t know where you are or what you’re doing. You can’t remember anything that’s led you to this place. All you know is that your name is Y/N and that your feet seem to be on a mission to get you somewhere. You aren’t sure what the destination is or what you should even expect when you get there.

A cool breeze brushes past you and you rub your arms shocked to come in contact with leather. You finally take in your outfit, shocked to find ripped jeans, a big flannel, and a leather jacket. You may not remember much, anything really, but you know that this is new. Your stomach turns and you gain control of your body. Taking a good look around you, you see that everything is decorated for Halloween. It doesn’t feel right but before you can think too much of it your mind goes fuzzy and your feet start moving on their own accord again. Your unease about the situation dissolves into excitement and nervousness as you end up walking down the path of a cute house. You can hear kids laughing as you stop in front of the door. The doorbell rings and footsteps approach the door before it opens to reveal a strawberry blonde woman. You’ve seen her before, you know you have, but where?

“Who are you?” Her soothing voice fills your ears but for some reason the illusioned feelings fall away and panic sets in. Your head whips around taking in your surroundings as you panic over not knowing who you are.

“Where am I?” You make eye contact with the woman as her eyes widen and her mouth opens in shock.

“What?” The sound of something dropping on the ground grabs the both of your attention to Peter who’s stopped in his tracks to the couch.

“Y/N?”

“Pietro, you know this woman?” Pietro? No his name is Peter, isn’t it? The next thing you know he’s pulling you inside and into his arms.

“Wanda, this is my girlfriend Y/n. Y/n this is my twin sister Wanda.” Oh that’s right you had followed Pietro here to meet his long lost twin.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Wanda.” You hold your hand out and smile at her.

“It’s nice to meet you too. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend Piet.”

“I must’ve been so excited to see you that I forgot to bring her up. We met while I was away and hit it off.” Pietro looks down adoringly at you and you meet his eyes with a smile on your face. “She’s the love of my life.”

And then memories start flooding into your head. You and Peter, yes his name is definitely peter, sitting at your spot underneath a tree at the school. Having races to see who can get somewhere faster with you oftentimes waiting a little longer to teleport so he’d win. Playing video games in his moms basement and falling asleep while watching some cheesy movie or listening to his tapes. And finally the rage you felt when you saw him get sucked in here. The two of you were friends but you weren’t dating as much as you wanted to be.

“Pete?” Your face scrunches up in confusion. “How’d I get here?” That seems to be the only thing that isn’t coming back to you.

“What are you talking about? You had to take care of something back home before coming to meet me here.” All the memories and confusion that just happened goes away in an instant. But it doesn’t stop the feeling of something being wrong, feeling fine feels forced.

“Oh yeah. Sorry, it’s just been a long trip.” You look at Wanda as you apologize so she knows it’s directed to her. Something in her eyes tells you that she’s watching your every move so you play along with the presence in your head.

“It’s alright, there’s a spare bedroom upstairs if you wanna get some rest.”

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

“You have a spare room and I’ve been sleeping on the couch?” Wanda just shrugs at Peter.

“Uncle P! Come play games with us!” A pair of twins run up to the three of you.

“Not right now Tommy. Uncle P’s gotta have some quality time with his girl.” Your face flushes at the use of his girl. “Y/n meet my nephews, Tommy and Billy.”

“Hi guys.” You wave at them. “Sorry to be stealing your uncle away I swear I don’t mean to. If he wanted we could both stay down here and play games with you but he’s probably scared that you’ll see that I’m cooler than him.” You fake whisper the last part to them to mess with Peter.

“Hey!”

“Impossible.” Peter and Tommy speak at the same time. “Noone can be cooler than uncle P.”

“Well then get ready to have your mind blown, I’ll whoop his ass anyday in games.” You’re about to walk to the couch to show them how it’s done but Peter keeps you planted next to him.

“That’ll have to wait until tomorrow. You two need to go to bed.” Wanda bends down to talk to her kids and gets words of disappointment from them in response. “I’m sure Y/n would like to get some rest too after her journey here.” She looks up at you as if to ask for some help so you fake a yawn and lean your head on Peter's shoulder.

“I am pretty tired, probably shouldn’t stay up all night again. Where’s that spare room?”

Peter whisks you away before anyone can respond and you’re being plopped on a bed before you can think about saying goodnight. Peter’s standing at the doorway looking through the crack of the almost shut door when you look up.

“Peter, what are you doing?” You don’t get a response, it's like he’s a statue. “Peter?” As you’re getting up to check on him he looks at you and puts a finger in front of his mouth telling you to be quiet. While he has a playful look on his face something in his eyes makes it seem like it’s a warning. You hear the kids coming up the stairs and Peter jumps out to scare them when they get to their door. Peter laughs and you hear Tommy give a little ‘good one uncle P’ before Peter says goodnight to them and comes back in. He shuts the door and makes his way over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“I’ve missed you baby.” He brings you into a hug and you smile into his chest before snapping out of it and pulling away.

“What are we doing here Peter? Where are we?”

“We’re in Westview visiting Wanda because she needs me. We went over this before I left babe. Are you okay?” His hand goes to your forehead to see if you have a temperature. Why does he keep saying that, it’s wrong it’s all wrong.

“We don’t belong here Peter, we need to get back to the school.”

“Did you hit your head or something sweetheart? What are you talking about school? You know I never went to college and you graduated a year ago. And why do you keep calling me Peter, you haven’t called me that since you misheard my name when we first met.” Your head then starts to hurt and you can’t think clearly, it reminds you of when Jean or the professor would go into your mind. You know that if you want to tell him anything it has to be fast before whoever's in there takes over. You fall to your knees to help ground you so you can fight it.

“Listen to me, your name is Peter Maximoff and you’re an X-Man and a mentor at Xavier's school for gifted youngsters and my best friend. We aren’t dating and I’m not sure why we are here but this isn’t our reality. I came here to find you and bring you back.” You speak through grunts, forcing the words out of your mouth. Peter crouches down trying to calm you down. Everything’s starting to fade to black and you reach up to hold Peter's face to get him to look at you. “You need to remember.” It’s the last thing you can get out before you pass out.

This is the life you want isn’t it? Why are you trying so hard to fight it? Live the life you’ve always wanted with Pietro, have a family with him. Stop fighting it. Peters happy here you can be happy here. It’s a perfect world. Stop. Fighting. It.

You wake up feeling brand new, the words from your sleep becoming a distant echo soon to be forgotten. You could hardly remember what had you so riled up last night, probably just some bad dream or the nerves from finally meeting Wanda. Either way you felt a lot better now as you sit up in bed to find Pietro gone. That was odd considering he normally slept until late in the afternoon but it was likely he had another sleepless night because of his powers. You stretch as you get out of bed, not even noticing that your clothes have changed into plaid pajama pants and a black tank top. Just as you're about to get to the door it bursts open nearly hitting you and reveals a disheveled Pietro.

“Pietro? Are you okay Speedy?” His wide eyes find yours as your hand finds its place caressing his face. He calms down a little bit hearing the nickname.

“Yeah, I-I think so. I just, I had the strangest dream last night.”

“Wanna talk about it?” You pull him into the room and sit him on the bed before sitting next to him. You clutch his hand in your own and rub your thumb over the back of it.

“It just felt so… real. We were at a school just like you said and we were laughing with this blue creature at something that had happened on a mission I think. The place we were, I feel like I’ve been there before, like I should know it.”

“It’s probably just because it was your dream hun.” One of your hands runs through his messy silver hair and he looks over at you trying to remember more of the dream.

“Everyone was calling me Peter and it was right. Since I’ve gotten up it’s just felt so wrong being called Pietro.”

“But, that’s your name Speedy, it’s never been Peter.”

“That’s not what you said last night.” He used his power to stand a couple feet in front of you before he spoke.

“What are you talking about?” Your face scrunches up trying to remember saying that to him.

“You were going on about how we don’t belong here.” You smile as you walk up to him both hands caressing his face.

“That must’ve been in your dream silly. Why wouldn’t we belong here, we’re here for your sister?” You leave a kiss on his cheek and beam at him. “Now c’mon let’s go eat and then we can show the twins how much cooler I am than you.” You wink at him as you walk into the hallway leaving him standing there shocked and holding his cheek.

#peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff #peter maximoff imagine #pietro maximoff x reader #peter maximof x reader #wandavision

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carolmaximoffs · 3 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAIT OMFG i can’t believe so many of the coolest ppl in my life that i know are aquas. ily you’re NINETEEN that’s wild!! you know i love a good roommates or friends w benefits fic gimme gimme gimme 😗💜

a/n: THIS IS SO LATE AGH...here is your long overdue wanda x reader roommates fic, my love! so sorry for the wait, but thank you for your sweet words and your patience <3 @subtlebucky

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: none really? maybe a curse. references to drinking, partying. jealous! reader. apologies to anyone named jillian, beck, or yasmine. sharing a bed, but not in THAT way.

WHEN YOU WAKE UP, you smell coffee already brewing. You stretch leisurely as you pad into the main part of your shared apartment, faux-flirtatious smile already gracing your lips.

“Smells good, baby!” You call. The laughter dissipates from your body as you pause in the kitchen doorway. Wanda is indeed sipping coffee in the kitchen, but is also standing between the legs of a tall, rather buff girl you’ve never seen before who’s perched comfortably on your island. “Oh.”

"Jill, this is my roommate, Y/N," Wanda says, perfectly at ease. You wonder if your eye really does twitch at the sight of Wanda's hand on Jill's thigh, but you pray it's just your imagination.

“Hi, uh, I didn’t - we’re not - hi.” Your face burns as you duck past them, reaching up into the cabinet for your mug before realizing it’s missing. You whirl around, about to ask Wanda, when you see it. And Wanda must realize it the same time you do, because she gives you this tight smile and wide eyes. Jill sips idly from your favorite cup, the one with the funny handle and your initial in rainbow gradient. Pietro, Wanda’s brother, had gifted it to you a few Christmas’s back - you know he’d have stopped Jillian from using it. Instead, you fill the most boring mug you and Wanda own - black, with a white outline of Sokovia in a red heart - and send your roommate a sour look. “I’ll just...”

You jerk your head towards the bedrooms, and stalk off. Maybe out of embarrassment, but mostly out of stubbornness, you pretend not to hear Wanda apologizing and making excuses on your behalf as you leave.

.......

Two weeks later, just when things are returning to normal, it happens again.

Well, more or less. It’s significantly darker out now, and this time you’re putting leftover Chinese food in the fridge when the door bursts open. Wanda all but falls into your apartment, a sharp-nosed girl with a deep violet buzzcut hot on her heels. Space Army Cadet and your best friend are hand in hand, the latter barely tossing you a glance as she drags her guest down the hall. And yeah, you’ve seen Wanda bring people home before - even brought a handful of people home yourself. Hell, one of you two’s closest friends was an ex of hers; oddball physics major, Vis, had been Wanda’s lover for the notable first three years of college.

Lately, though, you’d noticed this...pit in your stomach, carved a little deeper with each new bedmate. Every time you shook it off - it wasn’t any of your business what Wanda did in her free time. Was it because they were women? You catch yourself wondering, but no - you’d never had an issue with that, why would you start now? Shutting the fridge, you shuffle back to your room, turning your TV up to drown out anything from Wanda’s room next door.

The next morning, the eccentric friend is nowhere to be found, but you did find there was a severe lack of alcohol in your coffee as Wanda cheerily filled you in. Buzzcut’s name was Yasmine, she was in Wanda’s European lit. course, and they’d gone out for drinks to celebrate Yasmine nearing the acquirement of her masters. You stare into your cup and hum at all the appropriate points, choosing not to point out that it was only November and nowhere near graduating season. Maybe Yasmine was on the fast track - Wanda always did like the smart ones.

You become so absorbed in thought you don’t notice at first that your housemate has stopped chittering away. When you look up, it’s to a pouty frown. You shift in your seat, suddenly uncomfortable. “What?”

“Are you...okay?” Wanda’s frown deepens, brows furrowed as she brushes a stray lock of auburn from her face and folds her arms over her chest. “We...You’ve been a little distant lately, I guess.”

“I’m fine,” You say breezily, rising to your feet to dump the dregs of your coffee in the sink. Some irritating heartstring twangs at your tone - you hate brushing Wanda off, but what are you supposed to say? Hey, can you stop bringing girls home? I think I’ve caught homophobia. You repress a shudder at the mere thought as you move to sweep past her and get ready for your first class, but a small hand curls around your bicep.

“Just...don’t be a stranger, okay, kedvesem?” Darling. Swallowing the lump in your throat, feeling curiously parched, you can only nod. Wanda lets go, but you can feel her fingerprints burning like a brand even when you’re lying in bed that night.

.....

The holidays go off more or less without a hitch; there’s a very scary hiccup shortly before Christmas when you come home to find Wanda curled into Vision’s side on the couch, the pair of them sharing a blanket. But Wanda looks...as if she’s been crying? Love Actually is playing, Wanda’s go to Christmas comfort movie, and Vision is texting someone called ‘Peter M.’ with an alarming number of heart emojis, so you continue onward.

Your subconscious must be looking out for you otherwise, because it’s not until New Year’s that you see Wanda with a mystery lover. Actually, you don’t see much of Wanda at all outside of Christmas, and even when you do, it’s always just the two of you at home. Of course, because of this, she insists on dragging you out for a New Year’s party. When her twin, Pietro, gangs up on you via Facetime, you give up arguing and steal a shimmery black slip from Wanda’s closet before flipping them the bird.

Pietro arrives around 10 to pick the pair of you up, obnoxiously laying on the horn outside of your apartment building. Wanda trips several times as she tries to shove on her other heel and put lipstick on at the same time. Making it out the door is a whole other ordeal - after a short spat about Wanda needing a jacket, an awkward moment when the elevator doors open on some neighbors practicing for midnight, and finding Pietro just about to buzz in to get you, you and Wanda are sliding into the backseat of Pietro’s obnoxiously cramped sports car.

“Ladies, your prince, or princess, awaits!” Pietro announces grandly as you pull up to a shabby loft just a few blocks away. You can hear the music from the street, sighing inwardly as you force yourself to get out of the car. Wanda smooths out her flowy black pants - you keep your eyes trained politely above her shoulders to ignore the fitted, maroon sequined top with the plunging V-neck she’s paired with them.

“I’m actually meeting someone here,” She says casually to her brother as the three of you make your way in. Pietro waves her off with well-wishes, but throws you a questioning glance. All he gets however is a shrug in reply, this is certainly news to you. He accompanies you to the makeshift bar where you fill a cup with copious amounts of liquor. It usually wasn’t your vice, but the strobe lights alone could be cause to drink. You made a mental note to ask whose idea this party even was in the first place. when you turn around, though, Pietro, too, has slipped off into the crowd.

So you do what one is supposed to do at sweaty, too-loud functions such as this one - push yourself from your comfort zone, get comfortably tipsy while you wedge yourself into the mass of bodies and move with strangers. As mentioned, liquor and strangers have never been favorite pastimes of yours, so once you finish off your second drink (maybe third - you deserved it), you set out searching for Wanda. Her glittery form is tucked into a corner with a small group you don’t recognize, but you definitely note that she’s in the lap of a tall, dark, and handsome type. She spots you before you can get to her, making excited grabby hands as you get closer.

“Y/N!” The bubbly young woman squeals over the music. She leans forward to be heard better, and you gulp. “This is Beck! And Jade, and Marcie, and you remember Yasmine!”

You offer only a wave and tight smiles as you, too, lean in further. “I’m gonna get an Uber!”

“What?” Wanda pouts dramatically, Beck snaking an arm around her waist to steady her as she jolts back in disappointment. “It’s not even midnight yet!”

“No, I know, I’m just not really feeling it, I guess!” Yasmine leads over to whisper something to Jade; it’s the furthest thing from your mind as Wanda reaches out to squeeze your hands understandingly.

“I’ll see you later! Kisses!” You repeat the word weakly before shoving once more through the mass. The sidewalk and cool bite of the outdoors is a welcome respite - your driver doesn’t speak all the way to your apartment, and you give them 5 stars for it. After a cold, quick shower, you curl up in your fuzziest bathrobe with a cup of coffee and flick through Netflix. You know when midnight rolls around when the neighbors upstairs, hosting a party of their own, cheer and shout to each other. It can’t be 20 minutes later that your door is met with a tentative knock.

On the other side is Vision in the most disarray you’ve seen him in - he’s in pajamas, for Pete’s sake, hair and glasses askew over a chunky knit sweater. He’s supporting an equally-bleary but much more drunk Wanda, and passes her to you with a wrinkled nose.

“Y/N!” She crows, dissolving into giggles as you shushed her. “I wondered where you went.”

“I told you I was coming home, bubs,” You mutter, hugging her back briefly before you notice Vision is still standing in your entryway. “Hey, how about you go get changed, and then I’ll make you some eggs?”

Wanda agrees, talking animatedly even as she walks away. You look back at Vision, smiling wearily. “Thanks for bringing her home safe, Vis. Did you want a cup of coffee, or...?”

“No, thank you,” Vision quips, polite as ever as he tugs his sweater down over his hands. He jerks his dimpled chin the direction Wanda had disappeared in. “Take care of her, please.”

“Of course,” You reply, instantly, brows furrowing. He nods briskly before turning to leave. “Thank you again.”

“Of course. Goodnight.” He’s almost to the elevators when you call a ‘Happy New Year’ after him, and that earns you a smile. “Happy New Year to you as well, Y/N.”

Back inside, you find Wanda spread eagle on her bed in mismatched socks, an old college hoodie, and the same underwear you’re pretty sure she wore to go out tonight. You poke her heel and she makes a frankly unhuman gurgle into the duvet. “How much did you have?”

“Nah a lah,” Is her muffled reply. “We’on dwink anymo’.”

You realize she’s right, though you figured she was at least taking some of those dates to bars. Maybe not, though - Wanda was always a romantic. You push the mere though away and tug at the arm closest to you. “Yeah, I know. You’ll feel better if you eat something, though.”

Her protesting grunts are less effective than when she kicks out blindly, narrowly avoiding your hip, and you huff. “Fine, I’ll bring the food to you.” You make to leave, but she’s captured your wrist now. Wanda turns her head to make powerful puppy eyes at you. “Stay. Sleepy.”

“I...yeah. Okay.” You were still a little tipsy in your own right - neither of you were college kids anymore, after all. Wanda’s smile was blinding as the pair of you made your way under her numerous layers of blankets. When she turned the lamp off, you wondered if she could hear your heart thundering in the dark.

“Y/N?” She whispers, just when you think she’s fallen asleep.

“Yes, Wanda?”

“I love you.”

You hum in acknowledgment, brushing it off as dreaming.

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Midday, you’re roused by someone laying across your stomach and shaking you awake. It’s Wanda, long lashes fluttering prettily as she rests her chin on folded elbows. You scrub sleep from your eyes as you croak, “Morning, sunshine.”

“Morning, Y/N.” She says your name with purpose - sort of always has, you realize. You’re running over last night in your head, and like a mind reader, Wanda answers your every question. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Still love you.” Wanda murmurs. You meet her gaze - completely clear, if not a little glazed over with absolute adoration. She pushes up a little, lips hovering over yours. They brush just barely when you speak, sparking like live wires.

“I love you, too,” You breathe, and finally, finally, she kisses you.

Things make so, so much more sense then.

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