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quickandsilvers · 4 months
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My apologies for the lack of updates recently! I’ve been swamped with work to do.
Buuut i should be uploading a big request in the next couple of days, either 10K words or over. (Still in writing) 🩷🤍💕🩷🤍💕
Here’s a sneak peak:
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9K words and I haven’t even started the smut yet🤦🏼‍♀️
Update: Aaannd it’s out! I did end up having to shorten it down to 7K words (sue me) because i thought it dragged out for too long, but I’m pretty happy with it!! 🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷
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peterssilverjacket · 18 days
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the superior Peter
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peterkinkymoff · 4 days
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Headcanons of Peter Maximoff at an All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet!!
A/N: my first shot at trying this headcanon thingamajig, made this in my spare time so hope ya like it!🩶🖤 feel free to request any headcanons
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ᯓ He’d eat so much that people would shocked and quite frankly terrified at how much food he is actually able to hold down
ᯓ Peter would DEFINITELY take seconds, and thirds... and even fourths… fifths? If that’s even allowed
ᯓ Would get some sort of dessert afterwards like a cake or a pie (his ultimate fav would be chocolate cake)
ᯓ Dude would ABSOLUTELY go back for more later that day
ᯓ He’d definitely attempt the “eat everything” challenge, then ask for more food as a reward
ᯓ May or may not get a full sized cake and just to be as annoying as possible
ᯓ He’ll most likely drink A LOT of soda for no particular reason
ᯓ He’d hog the drink dispenser because he needs his soda (dude loved his soda fr)
ᯓ He’d for sure eat like a damn caveman, absolutely no manners at all
ᯓ Use all tens and his trusty speed instead of cutlery (don’t bother offering him a spoon)
ᯓ He’d definitely lick his fingers clean, no shame
ᯓ Proceeds to leave a giant mess everywhere he goes, not bothering to clean that up
ᯓ DEFINITELY would put his feet on the table just to get a reaction out of people
ᯓ He absolutely won’t bother wiping his mouth when he’s done
ᯓ Would attempt to sneakily slip some food into his pockets as snacks for later
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recluselecter · 10 months
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The Party (Peter Maximoff x reader)
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Warnings: Underage drinking, parties, Candy Crush
Uncertainty tainted my excitement as Mason led me into the huge house containing the party he’d somehow managed to convince me to go to. Blue and red lights burst through the windows, loud music muffled by the thick walls. My stomach tightened when I found myself quickly in the midst of hundreds of drunk high school seniors and juniors. Never that fond of crowds, I clung to Mason. He apparently took notice of the terror I felt and led me to a small group of people sitting at a shitty white fold out table. One I knew, three  I didn’t. I nervously surveyed each one, not meaning to pry into their minds. Only one of them was a creep. Said creep watched me with dark eyes as Mason and I approached. His brown hair was greasy and stuck to his forehead, a very unappealing trait. He grinned at me. I shuttered. His grin disappeared quickly. Mason laughed at the short exchange, and steered me toward two girls that were smiling up at me. I smiled back as a courtesy as they introduced themselves.
By the end of the hour, I had finally met the rest of the “Notorious Four” as Mason called them. They were his friends that caused the most trouble. Lily, the one I’d already met, was the most responsible of the bunch. Henry, Lily’s boyfriend, was apparently a handful and had a habit of getting detentions for talking too much and too vulgarly. Then, we had Nate, the one that was high all the time, and ended up offering me some weed. After I politely declined, Mason introduced his last friend, Ethan. The creepy one. I had smiled awkwardly at him as he did the same to me.
I had eventually ended up in the nearest bathroom, hiding from the loud noises outside. Nursing a beer and a headache I’d gained in the last two hours I’d been there, I sat on the ground, my foot against the door to keep any excited couples out. The door had been nearly breached at least twice now. As a new song kicked up, bass beating my head to a pulp, the door tried to open once more. I groaned. A random guy managed to stick his head through the crack, desperate eyes meeting mine.
“Please–god– share your hiding spot. I’m dying out here.” I raised my eyebrows at the request. “How can I trust you won’t expose me?” I questioned. I barely kept in a laugh as he struggled to push his hand into my sight, pressing his index and middle finger together. “Scout’s honor.” I laughed and pulled my foot away from the door, letting him slip in and shut it behind him. He immediately fell to the floor beside me, his head hitting the wall with a soft thump. The dim, blue lights of the small bathroom made it hard to fully see him, and I tried hard to see if I recognized him.
“Am I that pretty?” He snorted. I laughed and pushed him away. He let out a huff as he righted himself. “If you’re gonna stay in my refuge, I should know your name.” He grinned. “Your refuge? I thought I let you in.”
“Nope. This is a takeover. I’m now the owner of this fine bathroom.” More laughter came out of me around this random guy than in the last year. “Ah yes the fine “Third Floor Bathroom Number 2, led by..” I gestured for him to finish. He slung his hands out in a dramatic fashion and said, “Peter Maximoff!” I couldn’t help the smile that forced it’s way to my face. “Joined by, of course, his trusty second-in-command..” He did a similar gesture for me to continue. I let my arms fly out like his, nearly smacking him in the face. “Y/N Miller!” We both fell into a laughing fit, spilling my drink in the process.
Peter cursed loudly and  snatched the hand towel off of the sink, crouching to soak it up as I scooted away from the spill. In the cramped bathroom, that now seemed a lot smaller, I found myself dangerously close to the boy. He didn’t seem to notice the lack of space between us, or ignored it to save me from embarrassment. Once he had the crappy drugstore beer cleaned up, he slid back into the corner where he was sitting, beckoning me to join him. I sat back against the wall and leaned my head back like he did. I let my eyes close, listening as the bass-boosted music shifted into a smooth electric guitar. My hand began to tap on my thigh with the bass guitar. “I love this song.” Peter breathed next to me. I recognized it as I opened my eyes and turned to him. He had also resumed his head-back position, a smile on his lips with closed eyes. His knee swayed with the beat and his head slightly lolled to the side as he listened to the smooth music. I found myself admiring the stranger before me. He cracked one eye open, looking at me comically. I laughed at the cartoonic action. He grinned at me.
“You know you’re really pretty when you listen to music. Makes a man wanna join you and pray he’s pretty too.” Taken aback by his sudden compliment, I froze a bit. Taking my reaction as a bad one, he groaned and covered his eyes. “Who am I kidding? You’ve probably got a boyfriend, don't you?”
His assumption was wrong. “No.” I said. “I don't.” A grin appeared on those pink lips when his fingers parted to show his eye. I couldn’t help but let my own study his. In the blue light, his eyes looked black, like pupil had melded with iris. I tried to imagine him with conventionally attractive eyes, blue or green, but none fit him as perfectly as this void that made up his eyes. They reminded me of the times I’d lay on my driveway or in the bed of my dad’s truck, staring up at the starless night sky to ask for answers no one could give me. Those eyes made me feel like he could. Like if I stayed long enough with him, he could explain everything to me. He could console that long-nagging part of my soul that's been begging to die with my mother. I wanted to stay with him.
We sat there for hours, sometimes talking, sometimes just listening to the music. I learned he went to my school's rival school, and that he was 16 like me. He had a passion for old video games, like me, and even liked old rock too. I learned more about him in four hours than I had Mason in two years. I learned he didn’t know his dad, like I barely knew my mother. He couldn’t decide if he hated him for not. I told him we could share my dad, and he just smiled sadly at me. I learned he had a little sister named Wanda, and that she was all he had that mattered to him. I learned he was terrified she’d be a mutant, terrified someone would kill her for it. I told him about my powers and how I could help keep her safe. He told me about his too. He was apparently really fast, and demonstrated this by getting us snacks in under a second.
When we were both tired and unwise, Peter heaved a deep sigh, sliding down the wall to lay down, resting his head on my thigh. I raised my eyebrows at the silver-haired boy, and was returned a sleepy grin. I didn’t force myself to smile. “Y’know,” Peter started, “You’re one of the coolest and hottest and nicest people I’ve met.”
“Yeah?” I wasn’t really paying attention to his words if I’m being honest. I was watching him slowly fall asleep on my legs, making them cramp from the position they were in. My own brain was fuzzy enough with sleep to make it hard to focus on anything but the person below me. “Yeah.” He hummed back. “It’d be a shame if I left here without your number.” He gave a goofy grin, eyes crinkling with genuinity. I smiled back, grabbing his phone from where it laid on his chest, Candy Crush still open. I squinted against the bright pinks and whites of the game and pressed the home button. I quickly added my number to a contact, stopping to take a picture of myself, and adding it. I typed my name and pressed done. He took his phone from me, also taking a picture. He sent it to me and looked up at me, mouth slightly hanging open.
“Now there’s no getting rid of me.” Peter’s eyes had softened, his grin turning into a small smile. I let myself play with his hair, my fingers slipping through the silver strands. It was so soft. His eyes closed while I ran my fingers through, pushing it out of his face. A content sigh left him. 
He shot up when my phone started ringing. Barely missing my head with his own, he scrambled off of me so I could reach it. I laughed as I slipped it out of my back pocket. Looking at the screen, I felt my own sense of panic rise in my throat. Dad. I cursed, answering. 
“Y/n Miller, where are you?” My father’s voice was instant, worry and anger drenching it. Ever since my mom died, he’d been constantly worried about me. “I’m still at that party, don’t worry. I just lost track of time.”
Dad sighed. “Just get home before three a.m., please. You have work tomorrow.” I confirmed his wishes, standing up as I hung up. 
“Everything okay?” Peter stood with me, his own kind of worry on his face. I nodded. “My dad just needs me home. I forgot I have work tomorrow.” I explained. “I can run you home.” he offered. I hesitated at the door. The faster I got there, the less stressed Dad would be. I nodded, and he gently placed one hand at the back of my head and the other on my waist. The proximity was noticeable. “Address?”
I told him, and suddenly everything was moving way too fast, and then I was home. Dazed, I swayed in Peter’s arms, nausea flooding my stomach. He caught me and held me steady until I was stable. I gave a breathy laugh, a hand on his shoulder. “That really sobers a girl up.”
He laughed as I stepped away, heading toward the front door of my house. Stuffing the key in, I opened the door to a very large Joel Miller. “Hi Dad.” His eyes weren’t on me, though. They were on the sixteen year-old behind me. “Who are you?” Peter smiled nervously. “Peter Maximoff. I’m–” “I don’t care.”
“But–” “Who is this boy, Y/n?” oh jesus. “His name is Peter Maximoff. He’s a friend. He’s kind, smart and likes the same old man music you do.” I pushed past my father and moved toward the kitchen. “Did he do anything?” My face scrunched up. “God– No Dad!” I pulled the apple pie out of the fridge. “He’s just a friend.” Dad threw his hands in the air. “How should I know? I haven’t seen you all night! Mason came and got you and you've been gone for hours! How do I know you’re not lying to me?” He was panicking. “Dad, no–”
“Do you have any idea how scared I just was?” “Daddy, come here.” I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. “I’m alright. I’m here. If Peter had done anything, you know I’d tell you.” He hugged me tightly, terrified to let me go. “I just lost track of time.” Dad nodded.
“We should both go to bed now.” I offered. He nodded again.
While Dad left to go to bed and I ate my pie, my phone buzzed.
Everything ok?
I quickly added a contact for Peter before I responded.
Yeah, Dad was just worried.
            It was rare that he panicked like that though.
Im sorry for keeping you too long. 
I sighed, putting the rest of the pie away. It’s not your fault. we both lost time.
It wasn’t until I was in bed that he texted back.
for a guy whos got superspeed, i always seem to do that
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ghostly-lee · 2 years
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Peter and doggo 🐶✨
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Coming back just to write how disappointed I am that I will probably never see Pietro/Peter on the big screen again 🥲
Also I’m just tired of cameos. They’re cool yes but it’s not funny anymore
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arxtixmonkeysxxx · 1 year
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I decided to do daily memes. Here’s 2 for today. Click on second one for full meme.
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theviolethourau · 1 month
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Introduction: TVH Blog Rundown
Hey everyone! It's me, Em, better known as @peachesandthings on wattpad. I never really understood why I picked that as my username way back when but then I started promotion The Violet Hour in tiktok comment sections saying "Have you read The Violet Hour by Peachesandthings", and now I can't go back.
Anywho. I think i've been disappointing you all with the lack of content vs what I promised. The sequel completely flopped tbh, I have a really hard time with the idea of anything being as good as the original fic and I had been using Second Planet From The Sun to ease up my writer's block but lets be honest guys, how often have I updated that??? Lmao...
But I genuinely think about the fic all the time. I miss Venus, I miss Peter. And there is a WHOLE world of lore that you guys don't even know because it resides in lost instagram chats with Ziggy who helped me develop and dream up the book. Like the extent to which we daydreamed up is crazy. We went all the way to a crossover with Wandavision and what roles TVH characters would have in that as well as plotting out where Venus is for EVERY single x-men movie and if she isn't there, Sylvia definitely was. The lore is extensive.
So I have this blog. And I am thinking of writing little blurbs instead of a whole other fic. Who knows, I might find the strength to return to the sequel but in the meantime, I feel like giving you odd little glimpses of TVH in short-story, one-shot form might be worth something, might be a little fun n silly. I miss Venus and Peter and I know some of you do as well.
I do want to warn you that I do plan on writing a few things that might be M-rated, so if that isn't your thing, I will have ways for you to detect and avoid that sort of content.
I love you all, thank you to anyone who drops by to this blog and I hope we can get things up and running soon. MWAH!
-Em
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arysbruv · 1 year
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ERIK AND KID!PETER HEADCANONS YALL
ERIK AND KID PETER. THATS ALL.
Alright so Erik learns about peter and has like split custody with Magda
Erik has referred to Peter as my sweet baby boy ITS CANON TO ME-
Peter wins all the ‘My dad could beat up your dad’
Even if he didn’t have a mutation Erik probably could beat all the other dads-
UNCLE CHARLES AND WINE AUNT RAVEN
Charles and Raven tells Peter embarrassing things his father has done.
Charles also tells him things they did when they were younger (Raven sticks with embarrassing stories)
Raven teaches him how to escape the law
Raven SHOWS HIM ALL THE GOOD MUSIC
Spends time at the mansion and is one of the first students to be enrolled at the school
ERIK MAKES DAD JOKES
ERIK COMES TO ALL HIS SPORTS EVENTS
Peter has been banned from all the running events because he beat everyone (obviously)
Erik to the other students and Charles: Sounds like a skill issue tbh-
Charles: ERIK THEY ARE 8
ERIK TUCKS PETER IN
ERIK TELLS HIM BEDTIME STORIES
ERIK TRIES TO BE THERE FOR PETER
ERIK BEING A GOOD FATHER
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quickandsilvers · 4 months
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i had a thought just now-
i’m getting my nails done at a salon and would peter like it? or would he like to just sit at home and have you paint his nails?
would he get a pedicure, manicure, both?
how would the other x-men react to peter getting his nails done with reader?
not a request, honestly just a thought i had
A/N: the way i ran to my computer after seeing this😭 I know you didn’t say you were requesting but i really wanted to do head-cannons for this🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷
PETER MAXIMOFF GETTING HIS NAILS PAINTED HEADCANNONS
-Peter has never painted his nails before, with the exception of letting kids in the X-mansion color them in with sharpies
-He decided it was hella cool
-Tried to do it on himself, but more polish was on his hands than on his nails
-His hands/fingers are always in motion, so its near impossible to use polish unless you restrain him
-You allow him to play footsies with you under the table to keep him mobile whilst you do your magic
-His ADHD makes him forget about his nails being freshly painted, so clothes and other surfaces are often covered in silver sparkle
-However if he is in speedster time, the polish will dry fast and Peter will keep it on, even when it starts to chip and peel off
-He will do yours after much convincing
-Peter’s very concentrated: he furrows his brows and his tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth
-You find out that he’s really good
-He’s smug about it (he practiced on the kids around the mansion until he got good enough to impress you)
-Scott once woke up to neon pink nails on his hands and had to spend all day picking it off because Peter hid all the acetone within a 10 mile radius
-Everyone now has locks on their doors
-He probably wouldn’t like to sit down and get them done professionally at first
-It would take too much time
-However if he did end up at a salon, he would be gossiping away with staff and other customers like he’s known them his whole life
-Constantly asks questions to the nail technician about what they are doing
-Stares longingly at the pastry shop opposite
-Would blatantly refuse to get a pedicure
-Is uncomfortable with the idea of people touching his feet
-I mean, is this surprising? Baby boy keeps his socks on during sex
-Shows off his manicure to the other Xmen proudly
-It never stays fresh for long, Peter always finds a way to chip them within the first few days
-Always tries to one-up Jubilee’s nails and gets very petty if he gets beaten
-Interrupts Charles’ briefings in the morning just to show off his nails to everyone
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raurquiz · 2 months
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#happybirthday #evanpeters #actor #PeterMaximoff #Quicksilver #XMen #DaysofFuturePast #Apocalypse #DarkPhoenix #WandaVision #ClippingAdam #AmericanHorrorStory #Dahmer #RemarkablePower #NeverBackDown #KickAss #TheLazarusEffect #ThePiratesofSomalia #AmericanAnimals #Wish #tron3
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recluselecter · 10 months
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MASTER LIST
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Everything I've written so far: * = smutty $ = angsty @ = fluffy
MARVEL/XMEN
Marvel men:
Marvel Men and Their Kinks *
Peter Maximoff:
Party @
Peter Parker:
Rough Day *
Hyperventilation *
Steven Grant:
Too Much * (w/Marc Spector)
HANNIBAL
Hannibal & Will:
Late Night Therapy *
TOP GUN
Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw:
NSFW Alphabet *
THE ARCANA
Julian Devorak:
Blanket $
DUNE
Leto Atreides:
Jealousy *
THE LAST OF US
Joel Miller:
Be Hers. $
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evanpetersdaily · 1 year
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#Repost @adrianafernandezcine
Para animarnos en este lunes, un poco de Evan Peters cuando lo conocí @goldenglobes. Parece que ha pasado mucho tiempo, pero fue hace 3 semanas, en enero. #evanpeters #goldenglobes #dahmer #petermaximoff #mareofeasttown #quicksilver 🎬🎬
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misschris1412 · 2 years
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arxtixmonkeysxxx · 1 year
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Answer the Poll Plz
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