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friendlyneighborhoodcrow · 10 months

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Stolen Heart

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

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

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

Relationships: Peter Maximoff x reader

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

Word count: 2.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe, we could go into town and-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean, hun?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, are you- woah, are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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local-crying-boy · 4 months

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Mission Gone Wrong pt. 2

Pietro Maximoff X Fem!Reader Part 1

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Pairing: Pietro Maximoff X Fem!Reader

Genre: One-Shot, mission gone wrong, pretend making out to get away

Warnings: recovering gunshot wound, recovering knife wound

Summary: During a mission gone wrong, you and Pietro Maximoff had to kiss to make sure you weren't spotted. After this mission, you both grew further away due to Pietro actually having deep feelings for you.

Part one

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This is actually been sitting in my Drafts since last December, I never returned to it and frankly forget it existed. Well, it's a Christmas miracle, I finally finished it.

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Reaching for a bowl in the top cupboard, you winced, your shoulder was still recovering from the mission. Pietro's leg was worse, though, for the life of you, you couldn't bring yourself to check up on him. That was why Wanda was checking up on him for you and herself and then reporting back to you about his condition.

Wanda, being able to read minds, was the only one who knew what happened between you and Pietro. Your teammates, however, were left to wonder and theorise.

Whenever Pietro and you were in the same room together, he would avoid any type of communication and eye contact. If it was just you two left in a room, he would leave. You both requested if any further missions would not involve each other until the near future, when the 'near future' was, you didn't know.

You placed the down and then reached for the cupboard with the cereal, then placed it on the kitchen island before going to get milk from the fridge.

"Right." You heard a voice in the kitchen, making you jump slightly, cursing out quietly under your breath.

You turned your head upwards and see Steve, arms crossed, a stern look on his face, "You're going to tell me what is going on between you and Pietro."

You sighed in annoyance, grabbing the cereal box and pouring it into the bowl, "Nothing happened, Rogers. We had a minor falling out, nothing more, nothing less."

What a shit lie, You thought, nothing more, nothing less my ass.

Steve simply glared daggers into you as you sort your breakfast out.

Feeling his stare you groaned, "Will you fuck off with trying to figure out what happened, we haven't talked in days. Now will you leave me the fuck alone?"

He gaze did not falter from you, instead he walked over to you, and his expression softened when he was closer to you, "Do you feel guilty about what happened?"

When you don't say anything, he continued, "Because all of our missions have a possibility of going wrong, you can't make sure every mission goes completely right. Even I have to make a new plan on the spot sometimes."

You shook you head, "No, it's not that. I mean, I do feel guilty, about him getting hurt, but also hurting his feelings."

He tilted his head slight and made a clear look of confusion.

You ran a hand through your hair and sighed, "I kissed him."

Steve made a small 'o' shape with his mouth, then cleared his throat, "I assume to hide yourselves?"

You nodded, "But then I said it meant nothing! And holy fucking shit, Steve, it defiently did not mean nothing! Like, it was so full of passion and emotion, there was no way it meant nothing!"

I started pacing around, ranting, "I mean, I suppose we could be that good of actors to fake that much passion and emotion and... likeness? But, that kiss defiently did not mean nothing to me, then I was the one who said it, so what the fuck is wrong with me? Now he won't even look at me because I am such an idiot!"

When you finished, you placed you head on the counter and groaned loudly.

Soft footsteps neared you, you had barely even noticed it until a hand was gently, but also awkwardly, placed on your shoulder, "Go tell him then."

"No." You shook your head as you raised your head, "I can't. I don't even know what the hell I am feeling, what am I supposed to say to him? 'Oh, hey, remember how we kissed and I told you it meant nothing and basically destroyed your feelings? Yeah, that might've been a lie, but, hey! I haven't got a clue'?"

You scoffed and shook your head once more, "Yeah, let me go and do that, Steve."

Steve made his usually confused look, hands crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed slightly and brows furrowed. You sighed softly when you saw his expression, shaking your head a bit and looked down at the counter for a few moments, standing awkwardly in the almost deafening silence.

"Just talk to him." Steve said tenderly, taking steps towards you until he was standing opposite you on the other side of the kitchen island, "He'll understand if you just to explain to him."

You exhaled quietly, looking up at the ceiling and then back down, "I don't know how to tell him."

"Tell him what you told me, but less... scattered around." Steve spoke calmly, almost smoothly and when you looked back up and him, you saw the ever so faint smile pulling at his lips.

You gave him a annoyed looked, before groaning noisily and muttering various 'fine's', "Are you going to let me eat my breakfast first, or...?"

Without another word, he put his hands up with his small laugh and a tiny tilt of the head, and then walked out of the kitchen.

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You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you put a closed fist to Pietro's bedroom door. Your heart was pounding, mind wondering how in the hell you would explain to Pietro what you were feeling, despite having practiced it several times while pacing in your room.

Knocking on the door with your signature knock, you waited for Pietro's voice to tell you to come in, or him opening the door. Either way, you expected him to completely ignore you, knowing that it was you due to you typical knocking pattern.

After a few seemingly long moments, the door made a small 'click' noise and slowly opened with a barely audible squeak. You locked eyes with Pietro and smiled briefly, you weren't entirely sure how to start the conversation now that you had finally made eye contact with him after a few days.

"Pietro." You simply croaked out, you surprised yourself at the quietness of your voice, you cleared your voice, "Pietro." You said clearer than before.

He looked at you with an almost bored look, like he didn't want to be near you longer than he had to, "Y/n."

"I want to talk to you." You said, slowly, trying your best to make your intent clear, the need clear, "I need to talk to you. Please."

Pietro looked like he took a moment to consider the idea, he looked sideways into his room for a split second, exhaled softly and turned back to you, "Alright."

His answer shocked you, genuinely. You half expected him to turn you away and lock you away from his life again, but he didn't. Instead, he moved away from his door to make room for you to come in.

You let out a breath you didn't know you kept in as you entered his room, "Listen. I am... so, so in the wrong for telling you what I told you during the mission. I am even more in the wrong for kissing you like that, it probably made you uncomfortable... or... something."

Now, that wasn't what you wanted to say or what you had practiced in your head.

"I just... God, I really wanted to apologise for doing it. Not saying it was bad, you were really good and I quite enjoyed it, to be honest. But it's clear that you don't like what I did, with you ignoring me and such."

What. Were. You. Doing? You came into confess to him, tell him that you liked him, and here you were telling him some excuses you pulled out of your arse during improvising.

He stared at you for a few moments, almost in disbelief.

You sighed, shaking your head with your hand rubbing your eyes. “That…That’s not what I wanted to say, actually.”

“I don’t know what that was.” You laughed lightly, sighing once more. “I like you, Pietro. I really do, and the whole mission just made me panic and when I said it mean nothing I was definitely lying to you and myself.”

You rubbed your face with the palms of your hands, you'd said it now and there was no turning back from it, no lying. It it turned south, it turned south and if your friendship with Pietro was going to be completely destroyed from what you said, then that's what will happen.

"It took you long enough." He murmured with a small scowl, but there was a hint of playfulness behind the tint of anger he showed.

You looked up at him with a small apologetic face. "I... I know, I'm sorry, I... I panicked and I should have-"

Pietro had walked over to you, the clear pain the shot through his leg made you feel bad, you knew you should have done better on that mission.

"Stop talking." He said gently, taking your face in his hands, making you look up at his ocean blue eyes. "Stop apologising, dragâ."

There was a moment of complete silence between the two of you, utter silence filled the air as the two of you locked eyes. It was as if both of you wanted to kiss one another, but the two of you didn't know who would start.

However, slowly, so unlike the speedster in front of you, leaned towards you. It was like the build up to the very moment that your soft lips finally touched was painful, you felt your heart face from the pure thought of how your stomach would do leaps and how fireworks would explode in your head.

This was the moment that should have been yours and Pietro's first kiss, this should have been the moment when you and Pietro found out that your liked each other, that you wanted to be together. Not some cheap moment that was rushed on a mission.

When the moment ceased, and the two of you parted your lips from one another, you looked up at Pietro once more, lips slightly parted. He looked down at you, a small grin pulling at his lips.

"How about, once your leg has healed," You murmured quietly, "We, you know, go out?"

Pietro let out a breathy chuckle, his hands moved away from your face and down to your sides, before he completely moved his hands from your body. "That would be nice."

And, there, it had been decided. Perhaps this would be a good start to yours and Pietro's relationship.

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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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The Dating Plan (Part One)

-> Summary: Tonight was supposed to be the last night of Peter and Y/N’s agreement and the ultimate stunt to make his ex, Crystal, jealous. But as everyone said goodbye at their prom, why did it feel harder to say goodbye to something that wasn’t even close to being real?

-> Notes: I tried following the American high school system but as you can see I have no idea what I’m doing. In a universe where the Avengers and X-Men go to the same High School. Reader and Peter’s ages are 18/19 so this is legal. I also made up the ‘Ten Days’ movie mentioned, so if there’s actually one called that about fake dating please please let me know!

-> Word Count: 4.7K

-> Taglist: @quickiesgirl, @xxlangdon, @langdon-cumslut, @sympathyforher, @unlivingdreams, dm comment or put in my inbox if you’d like to be added to my taglist!

I wrote this to celebrate the fact that me and @quickiesgirl are both so awesome! Can you write something where Peter Maximoff and Reader are on a mission and they must fake date each other, but later that night in their hotel room, they share a bed, which leads to some smut? — Okay so I changed up your ask a little bit, it’s not exactly a real mission but it is and also not a hotel room. I tried the hotel room but it just wasn’t giving what needed to be given so… ALSO there is smut at the end.

enjoy babes!

Tonight would be the night. As you stood there in the ball gown that Peter’s mom had kindly bought for you, you knew tonight was the end of your little agreement with him. It was senior prom and Peter’s ex-girlfriend would be also going to the prom after moving away just shy of three months ago, while Peter had planned to make her, like, totally jealous by bringing you.

When the class clown and most popular boy in their highschool had approached you with the scheme a little while ago, maybe a few months or so, you thought it was a prank. I mean who would actually believe it? It was almost ridiculous to work out, but seeing how sad he was post-breakup with Crystal paired with her transferring the Tuesday after the winter ball, on top of you having a crush on him since the fourth grade you couldn’t help but agree.

The two of you were wildly different, and as you ran your hands down the crisp edges of the tailored outfit, you knew and realized you’d be a crease he’d steam out of his life after prom. But hey, at least the weather’s nice, right?

As you were trying your best not to get too nervous, you heard the voice of your beloved fake boyfriend in your mind.

“Hey, Peter,” you said as you adjusted your hair.

“Nearly ready? Can't wait to see my sexy side piece.”

“You know what a so-called sexy side-piece is, right?It’s a side chick, Peter.”

“Whatever. I’m on my way, be ready, my sweets.”

“Save the cheese for when I get there, you clown,” you laugh, hiding your internal groan. How were you able to put up with this for so long? It’s not like he had any genuine feelings for you. “Are you dressed?”

“Yup, you told me I need to be ready to leave in ten minutes.”

“Look at you not messing something up for once!”

“Oh, come on! Not my fault the wind blew away the roses I got you. I spent so much money on them!”

“Well, you shouldn’t have run with them in your hands!” You said, and you opened your mouth to speak, when he cut you off. “Stop distracting me, Y/N. That’s not what I called you for. It’s about… well… It’s about us.”

"Don't tell me Crystal knocked up to your house at the last second of the final hour before prom to ask for you back… "

"What?! I told you, I'm totally over her! This is just to rub it in her face…"

“Sure, sure.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible, Y/N.”

“You love it, though,” you say, fixing the watch on your wrist.

He’d groan, halfway between frustration and amusement. “This is serious! I heard from Wanda that Crystal and her date, Natasha, are planning a totally OTT entrance, so I made an arrangement and we’re not doing the limo anymore.”

“Uhh…okay? Pretty sure you can’t carry all of us so how are we gonna get there quickly?”

“So first of all I asked Vis, and Wanda was all like,” he cleared his throat, pitching his voice up, mimicking his sister. “Peter leave him alone, he's a cyborg, not a transformer!”

“I mean she’s kinda got a point there.”

“Anyways! The rest of the group are showing up in a limo and we’ll arrive in a magical carriage pulled by horses!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me… What are you? Five years old?”

Peter groaned from his bedroom again. “No, Y/N! This is my last hurrah at this school, I’m not just gonna leave it entering like everyone else. We’re going to be there in 15, be ready to be picked up and I’ll be your Prince Charming, alright?”

“Fine. Whatever you say, M’Lord.”

Peter would abruptly leave your thoughts as he fixed his own hair. He cleaned up quite nicely when he put a bit of effort in, as you would remind him countlessly throughout the night. And he hoped you would be able to drive Crystal a bit jealous by your appearance, even when you were in a hoodie and joggers, Crystal couldn’t hold out a candle to you in Peter’s eyes.

The horses clip-clopped and trotted slowly up the driveway to the venue. This was the most extra thing Peter had ever planned, and that was including when he egged the principal, Mr Xavier’s car for switching him out of your class towards the end of the first semester.

“I’m so excited,” you said, eagerly watching people begin to get their phones out to capture the moment. “It’s almost time, Peter. Just look like you’re in love with me.”

Letting out a sigh louder than intended, Peter would take your chin in his hands, watching as you flashed him a confused look before you remembered people were watching.

“My darling dearest… my dove… my schmoopsie poo. The Salt to my Pepper…” He said mockingly, amping up the cheese as much as he could as your eyes flickered to hide your inner dread for the night ahead.

“You make me siiiiick,” you muttered in a sarcastic sing-song tone.

“The feelings mutuuuaaal,” he cooed back, giving you an Eskimo kiss, and you scrunched your nose up in reply. You looked adorable.

The carriage finally stopped, a plethora of students watching in shock and awe as you and Peter stepped out from the carriage. You blinked in the bright lights as you stepped out, dressed to the nines in a gown similar to Cinderella’s. As rehearsed countless times you dramatically lose your slipper, the reflective heel falling a couple of feet away.

On cue, Peter got down on one knee and retrieved the heel, taking your calf in his right hand to slip the shoe back on your foot with his left. He smiled his dopey grin at you before getting to his feet, and you let out a scream as he picks you up in his arms, bridal style, and carries you into the venue to the sound of others cheering for their favourite couple. Their favourite not-so-real couple.

All eyes are on you and Peter as you enter the venue, cameras flashed all around them, but soon your attention would be taken up a notch by Jean Grey. The over the top journalist hopeful slash interviewer ‘extraordinaire’ who was the student editor of the newspaper. And her boyfriend, Scott, who was the cameraman.

"Oh. Em. GEE! Peter! Y/N! Can we please get a recording for the TV?! It'll be super quick, I promise!"

You sighed, but then as Peter took a hold of her shoulder, a cheeky grin spread on your face.

"Sure, Jean. Fire away!"

"Really?! Oh my gosh, thank you thank you thank you! It means the absolute wo-"

“That means a lot that you think that of us, hon, but can we please get our interview now?” You said, not wanting to sound impatient, but it slipped through. And you knew it did because Peter nudged your side as your camera ready smile fell for a second.

"Oops! Sorry, I totally blanked! Scott, quick!"

Her date and camera guy, Scott, raised his iPhone so that she could quickly interview you and Peter.

"Oh my gosh, hi besties! We are live, here at Xavier High's Class of 1991’s senior prom, and Y/N Y/L/N and Peter Maximoff just made THE entrance when they showed up in a pumpkin carriage like in Cinderella! These guys have been the best couple in the whole school since they got together, and tonight's entrance just might've been the cherry on top of our crazy last year together! So, Pete, tell me: how much does it mean that Y/N is your date tonight?! I mean, after all, we always thought your date to prom would end up being Crys—”

"I'm ready to have a great time with Y/N! She’s such a fluffy little peach, sometimes I don't know if I want to snog the face off her or… well… yeah that’s about it,” he chuckled.

You’d perfected your fake laugh, a natural blush flushing on your face as you thought of the most embarrassing thing you could to get your cheeks to flush.

"And y'know, I honestly don't think she'd regret it if she did either! After all, I’ve been told I’m the best kisser in school,” he'd say, winking to the camera.

"No one says that," you said, panic clear as day in your eyes. "Is that good enough?" You said, raising your eyebrows. Before Jean could respond, you took Peter’s hand and began to drag him away, before Peter turned back to the camera one last time as you two walked off.

"Shout out to the hottest, most sexy couple in school, by the way! Can you be a legend and check out how many followers our couples' page for the newspaper has?!"

The girl quickly retrieved her notepad, checking her statistics. "Oh for fuck sake... 69… Peter!"

Scott and Peter would share a look with each other.

"Nice!" Both boys exclaimed, laughing.

"Byeeee, have a nice night, you guys!" You, pulling Peter even harder as you rushed yourselves away from the couple. Once you’d broken away from the crowd and made it to a secluded section of the posh looking building, you released his hand and your eyes bulged with annoyance.

"What the hell were you doing back there?!"

"I was doing what I was always do... having a good time!"

"It was stupid, don't do it again. You could have flashed me!”

Peter rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore that comment.

"By the way,” you started. “We never worked out what I get out of the agreement, did we?"

"Are you kidding me? You got to show up to prom looking like a princess! You got to skip lunch with us for months and we took you to my favourite cafes and stores... oh, and not to mention, I convinced Felix Krazken to stop bothering you!" He recalled, it wasn’t like him to get pissed off, but this, this did just that.

“Listen, just pull it together, Maximoff! Both of us are to pull no more stunts! We're just going to wait, mingle, have some dinner or something and wait for Natasha to totally flop when it comes to trying to upstage you. Sounds good?"

"Your wish is my command," he muttered, as you lead him towards the group.

Soon before long, your “happy” couple arrived towards your table, where Peter’s friends, Jubilee and Ororo waited with their dates, Hank and Logan.

"Oh my gosh! You two look amazing," Jubilee said, her face lighting up seeing you and Peter. "That was quite the entrance!"

“Everyone was looking right at both of you!” Ororo exclaimed, holding onto Logan’s hand.

“Thanks, girls," Peter said, sitting down next to you, resting his hands in his lap. “You know I want the rundown. What's the latest on Natasha? Any sign of her?!"

"I've been looking for the last hour.” Jubilee exclaimed. “She's been gone completely since four o’clock! It's so unlike her! She’s always parading around town showing off her face.”

"Maybe she's not making a grand entrance after all?" Ororo offered, raising an eyebrow.

"No, of course she is," you scoffed, crossing your arms. "She just wants it to be a surprise. As if whatever she could come up with would be worth all the mystery." You breathed out, rubbing your temples. "All this snake watching has got me famished. Have you guys ordered yet?"

"Not yet," Hank chimed in. "We were waiting for you two!"

"My man!" Peter said, bumping fists with him. Hank and Peter got on because they were both a little odd compared to the rest of your usual friends. "Whattaya think, babycakes? Should we order shit fish dish #1 or shit fish dish #2?”

"It's not shit, it's called class. Not that you’d know anything about it," you corrected, and he laughed along. "But I'm feeling something light tonight. Leave some room for fruit punch and whatever we sweat out on the dance floor?"

"Another frilly salad? I know your stomach's aching for some real food."

"Sorry, P, but not all of us can eat like five-year-olds and not look worse for it. And as a matter of fact Twinkies don’t count as real food. Now, would you be a gent and get the server's attention?"

"Will do!"

Peter then took a hold of a drink glass next to him and unravelled his silverware, retrieving a spoon and banging it loudly against the glass!

"CAN WE GET SOME SERVICE OVER HERE PLEASE?!"

"No, not like that!" You shouted, mortified as Peter and Logan laughed. Even despite his best attempts, Hank let out a little chuckle, too. Noticing everyone watching you, you put on your best smile as you resisted the urge to yank Peter by the ear and throw him across the ballroom. “At least I said please!”

Taken aback, a server slowly made his way over to the table.

"Seems like it worked out!" Peter joked, a Cheshire grin directed at you, and your eyes widened.

"PETER, babes! Oh Em Gee! You will not believe what Crystal’s date, Natasha, just posted on the newsfeed," Jubilee said, nodding to Jean who had more than likely been in her thoughts keeping her updated. “Jean, please go into Y/N’s mind and give her a rundown.”

“Hello to the happy couple! Natasha’s makeup was destroyed by her tears and she said that she feels like shit and she just wants Crystal back! I think they broke up! On prom night!”

"Is she taking the fucking piss or..." you said, all of your features raised in shock. “Fuck, okay thanks Jean.”

You wouldn't have to wait much longer. Around the entrance, nosey prom goers would hoard around the entrance doors like there'd been a murder. As you and Jubilee hurried towards the commotion, a sullen Natasha had entered in a huff, her entire body shaking as she entered alone with Crystal nowhere in sight.

"No... no! This can't be happening!? My— Our plan..!" You crossed your arms and began to pace about as Peter walked up to you.

"Everything alright?"

"Natasha showed up without Crystal," you replied.

“She what?! Oh my god. I’m glad I’m not the only one she fucked over.”

You smile weakly. “I just feel bad for you, Pete…” You said, and soon a wide grin spread across his face. “What?”

“You called me Pete. You’ve never given me a nickname before!”

“And you didn’t let me finish, Peter,” you huffed.

After a moment of silence he finally spoke again. "Look, I know not everything is going how we both wanted, but we both have really hot dates, after all."

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Don't do that."

"...do what?"

"Make sense. You're cuter when you're annoying and I can yell at you.”

Without any explanation, you walked off in a huff and Peter was left with a confused look on his face. Cute? Hot date? Was he just hearing things?

The dance was in full swing as everyone had finished their meals and made their way out onto the dance floor, fun vibes all around as purple, blue and pink lights danced around the ballroom. You had completely lost yourself in the rhythm, as you and Peter danced about with the rest of the squad. In this environment, it was easy to forget all that had gone wrong during highschool. Just to be there, present in the moment, for one last hurrah before you all went your separate ways.

It was good seeing you like this. Peter hated to admit it, but there would be few moments in the 'relationship' where you were a proper legend. There'd be moments where you were carefree, supportive of your friends, lovely to his sisters... It was mental... but it was the kind of mental that made him look forward to the next interaction where you would ramble on about your hopes, dreams and achievements. He had fun pushing your buttons. He felt like he learned a little bit more about people from being with you, you weren’t the girl that Peter thought you were. You were a beautiful, complicated mess. And that’s what he liked about you the most; and the fact that you were not perfect didn’t stop Peter from thinking you were perfect… Perfect to him. But once the clock struck midnight, his princess would disappear.

But that's what you both agreed. He couldn't be annoyed with that. If anything, he'd lucked out by not having to have an awkward interaction with Crystal and Natasha.

You broke away from the group, a bit winded after a few songs' worth of dancing. Peter followed you over to the table, as you parted a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Dead already? I thought this was your moment; surely you have more stamina than that," Peter teased.

"It's called giving it a rest. Something you obviously wouldn't know anything about," you teased back, sipping from your glass of ice cold water. "Besides, other than Money Money Money and Smells Like Teen Spirit, these songs are a bit shit. I dunno what this DJ was thinking."

"Yeah, they're not the greatest. I feel like you either get the DJ's that play exactly what we want to hear or play songs that they like regardless of what the event is," Peter replied. “And these vibes are not it.”

He looked over as your chin fell in the palm of your hand, your face showing that you were clearly lost in thought. "What's on your mind, peach?"

"Everything," you replied, shaking your head. "I'm just a bit shaken up. Like what was this all for, then? This thing I made you go through because this was all my idea to get back at Crystal for you. There was no payoff. Just months lost dragging you along when you could've been off finishing school with your weird friends and I could've been with mine."

"You think Jubs and Hank aren’t weird?"

"Fair," you scoffed. "But you know what I mean, right?"

"Yeah, I get you, but for what it's worth... I had fun being your fake boyfriend. Even if most of it was taking the piss, it wasn't all bad, right?”

"That's good, then," you said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “Yeah it wasn’t all bad, Speedy. You’re a good kid and I’m glad I got to be your fake girlfriend.”

"Now that it's... over, I guess," Peter chuckled. "Can you tell me: why did you offer to help me?"

You stifled a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand for a second. You only had one shot at it, one shot to get this right and not muck it up like Scott did the first time he tried confessing to Jean.

"You really wanna know why?"

"Yes, I do!"

You sighed, hands shaking and your stomach bundling with nerves, and Peter raised his perfect eyebrows at you waiting for you to say what you wanted to. “I… Um… I just wanted to know what it was like getting a piggyback from the fastest man alive.” Oh for FUCK SAKE, you blew it agai—

“I can tell that’s not the real reason. And what do you mean? I haven’t even given you one yet!” He chuckled, brushing his fingers against your arm as he caught a couple staring at the both of you, wanting to make it seem like you two were flirting, but goosebumps prickled in his fingers’ wake on your arm.

"Oh fiiiine! I was watching a movie with Wanda the day before you asked for my help and it was about this girl who wanted to make this guy’s ex-girlfriend jealous so they ended up fake dating for months until... Y’know…”

You both laughed, Peter shaking his head.

"Ten Days, right? And the guy’s name is Peter, right? And he and Liv—in’ La Vida Loca end up together in the end, don't they? We could be like them!"

"Isn’t her name not Olivia? And fuck off," you jokingly dismissed, but inside you were screaming like a little girl who got to meet A-ha! or George Michael. "Nah, it wasn't that. With the way you always are in class, I wanted to see how you'd be like if people gave you more attention without you having to do anything for it. And turns out, you weren't doing it for attention... that's literally just you," you said. "As I've had the privilege of getting to find out looking forward to tonight..."

"I know you've treasured every second," Peter joked back.

"Are you really not going to university or college? At all?"

"Why would you care about that?"

"Because, [sibling/cousin’s name] told me before she went off to college that I couldn't be some bum bitch who peaked in high school. That's why no matter how much extra shit I've pulled off, I've always made sure that my friends were good and working towards goals so that our friendships would be lifelong, not just for right now."

"You’re saying we're friends?"

"Peter..." you groaned, swatting him playfully on the arm. "Yes, I'm saying we're friends. On the condition that you figure out what to do with your future!"

"Uh, well… um, I brought up becoming a teacher to my mom, but she doesn't know how we're going to deal with cost, so… I guess that I—"

"Don't worry about it," you replied. "When we go back to my place for the after party, talk to my [parent/legal guardian]. I'm sure they would be happy enough to help you out. They love you, after all, more than they love me sometimes!”

Peter’s eyes bulged.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes! I love helping my friends no matter what."

"Y/N... why are you doing this?"

"A ‘thank you, Y/N’ would be nice, too, y'know," you laughed. "And it's because I'm the best fake girlfriend ever. Duh!”

The song would change to "Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)" and Jubilee and Jean rushed towards Peter, pulling him up.

"Shit, get up!" You and Peter screamed in unison, as everyone knew this was his song. He pulled you up by the hand and lead him to the dance floor, with you being left to think over what the fuck was happening.

The night was winding down, as Peter and Wanda had been named prom king and prom queen (Peter wanted to be Prom Queen so he got the tiara) and everyone was mingling and taking photographs. You were happy that the twins won so neither would be fighting over it that evening. You left Peter on his own for a while so that he could catch up with his friends, as Steve and Wanda chatted to him while helping themselves to another plate full of snacks.

"I can't believe Nat left off after like the first song," Wanda recounted, still not being able to wrap her head around it. "You'd think she'd have stayed about to talk to people! I mean, she is single, after all!"

Don’t sweat it, sis, I’m sure your cyborg boyfriend won’t mind you flirting with people behind his back.

"If anyone out of us were to pull a hot girl, it would be Peter. But good luck," Steve would chuckle, chewing on a sausage roll. "Are you going to her house after this?"

"Man, stop," Peter said, punching his arm. "I am, but it's just so people don't get suspicious. Thank you guys for keeping so tight-lipped about this stuff. Can't believe it even lasted as long as it did."

"We've always got your back, Pete. Besides, had we even told anyone they just would've thought we were jealous of you or something like that. But is that all it is? Still?"

"Huh?”

"The whole fake part,” James, or Bucky as they all called him, chimed in. “Like... I dunno. If I only wanted someone to come to the dance with me, I'd tell them to fuck off afterward and just go about my business. It's not like we're going to see each other that much after this, anyhow."

It was an element he'd thought of. Not a lot, but an idea that did cross his mind once or twice. But Bucky was just chatting shit and stirring the pot. He didn't know you like Peter did.

"I should get back to her, she’ll think I did a… runner. Ha! Get it?," Peter said, laughing as he got up from the table.

"See ya, Pete,” Steve said, shaking his head as he chuckled at Peter’s stupid joke under his breath. Bucky and Wanda shared a look as they watched Peter walk off.

Soon before long, Peter found himself at your table again, as Jubilee, Hank, Logan and Ororo were mingling amongst themselves. The gleam of bling from your bracelets shone bright from beneath the light of the ballroom, as you turned your head once Peter pulled out his chair to sit down next to you.

"There you are," you said, sighing as you looked at the rest of the group. "Are we ready to make our exit? I'm ready to have some actual fun now."

"What? But the dance isn't over for a whole 'nother hour," Peter whined.

"You know the rules, Pete: show up late, leave early. It's how all the important guests do it," you joked as you stood up.

The group began to get up, and Peter followed suit, dejected, just behind the rest of the group, not wanting to leave. However, as you began to head out, "I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You" by Elvis Presley began to play. All the single ladies (and men) in school had fled the dance floor and left just the couples, which caused Jubilee to squeal.

"Oh my gosh, Peter, Y/N, you guys have to dance to this before we go!"

"Jub…" You began to object, before she pulled out the puppy dog eyes.

"Pleeease! Come on, Y/N, it's prom!"

"Fine. Just this last dance, and we're going," you sighed, looking at Peter. His eyes anxiously widened as you took him by the hand out to the dance floor, Jubilee and the others cheering on from afar.

"Wow, I didn’t know you could dance!" You chuckled as he waltzed you slowly around, dipping you low, your noses almost touching, lips just barely an inch apart.

He held you close, his hand on the small of your back as he stood you back up, lifting his arm and twirling you around. You looked just like a princess, and he couldn’t believe that he was the one dancing with you. Not Steve, not Bucky, not Peter Parker. Him.

You noticed his bottom lip beginning to quiver and you asked him what was wrong. "Sorry," he replied, a dejected tone in his voice. There was a noticeable softening in his expression.

"What's the matter? Don't say you've gone all melty on me now," You joked, looking at Peter. His silence continued. "Pete…?"

The words felt like they weighed a million pounds, sandwiched in his throat, and he was unable to spit them out. Peter sighed. He just couldn't bring himself to say it.

“What is it? Is everything okay? Do you need a sit down? Some water? Some snacks?”

He sighed. “ I- I can’t do this anymore.”

"But, Peter, you said..."

He rested a hand on your shoulder. "Our deal's over after this. One last dance. I don't want to owe you anything else."

"Oh... uh, okay then," you replied, completely taken aback by his demeanor. What changed in the last few minutes? This wasn’t the Peter you knew and loved.

Wait a minute— Loved?

The song was on its final chorus, as you looked Peter in the eyes, your gaze purposely intense and full of care.

"I know you're going to find someone even better than her… Better than me when we break the agreement... Someone who comes into this crazy world of yours and makes it that much bigger and that much more amazing."

The song would transition out to something a little more lively, as Peter gave a cheeky smile.

"Thanks for the dance, Y/N. I really do appreciate it."

Without a word further, he walked away from you and towards the exit without the others.

smut will be in P2 (final part) which will be up as soon as i finish writing it. i left it on a cliffhanger cause you know i had to do it to ‘em ;)

read part two here <3

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finnicks · 2 years

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( fic ) now i'm coming home

now i'm coming home

wandavision | wanda/pietro + wanda & billy & tommy mature, 5.1k Wanda writes, directs, and acts in season two of WandaVision. Rather than allowing her performers to improvise, she makes sure she creates a perfect show with a happy ending this time.

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Or: Wanda learns how to fix a flawed spell and takes back what is hers.

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mardibum · 2 years

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It took you long enough

Chapter I: A fresh start

Relationships: Quicksilver x fem!reader — Warren Worthington III x fem!reader

Warning: angst but nothing else (things will get smutty at some point, but not in this chapter)

Summary: The story takes place in 2022, in an AU similar to our world, so there are no mutant powers. Reader is a french girl entering our heroes university (kind of similar to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters). She will meet characters from the X-Men Universe, making friends, meeting boys, finding her way in this life. I don’t want to spoil anything but there will be a love triangle, a very slow burn and some smutty stuff towards the end. Just remember that I’m a Maximoff girl ;)

Author’s notes: This is my first time posting a fanfic omg!! I am french (like the reader, yes), so I’m really sorry if there are mistakes. Don’t hesitate to tell me, I would be happy to correct things! Tell me if you like the story, I will be updating the following chapter very soon

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Entering this new school was quite a challenge for you, but after all, maybe it was what you needed. You left France to start studying in the US, near New York, after a hard breakup. You needed a fresh start, new people to meet, a whole new world to discover. This university had a great reputation and with your grades in France, you had had no difficulties to integrate their program. Before leaving France, you had been very eager to go; but since you arrived, you were starting to feel very stressed. What if you had made a terrible mistake? What if you could not make new friends?

You were there for just two days and already regretting it. You spent the first two nights at a hotel, waiting for the welcoming week at your new school. You were told that a lot of activities and parties would take place during this time. You felt anguished at the idea of meeting new people, even though you came here for this exact purpose. Maybe it was not too late to come back to France and reintegrate your old school.

You were supposed to finish your Master Degree in mathematics there since you had already studied for four years in France. The dean had made a speech for you, newcomers. It was a bald man in a wheelchair named Charles Xavier, who seemed quite nice. There were very few new students with you at this presentation, since it was just for people integrating a master degree from another school, like yourself. You had watched the other people around you, but did not get the nerve to talk to any of them, anxiety and shyness washing over you.

As you got out of the classroom where the presentation took place, you remained standing in the beautiful wooden hall with your two suitcases, people swarming around you. You were told by the dean that students were supposed to show you the building and that you got to present yourself to more meetings during the week. But, something felt quite off, like you did not really belong there and it was starting to make you feel very anxious. You were starting to plan your escape when a girl wearing a very colorful outfit came right to your direction to greet you:

“Hey! You’re one of the new students right? I don’t think I have seen you before! My name’s Jubilation Lee, but you can call me Jubilee.”

She was shaking your hand quite vigorously, a big smile on her face, obviously waiting for you to introduce yourself.

“Oh! Hi, my name is Y/N YL/N. And yeah, I’m new here” you said sheepishly.

“ Oh my god, she said. Are you french?? Oh my god, your accent is sooooo cute! You’re going to make a lot of people fall for you, I’m sure! I’m already thinking about people I could introduce you to! Do you prefer girls or guys? Or both? Or none?”

“ Oh thank you, but I’m really not ready for that right now” you said, feeling embarrassed. “ I just got out of a pretty serious relationship, so I think I’m going to stay away from boys for the moment.”

“ Oh, I’m really sorry sweetie…” she said, and you were sure she meant it. Maybe finding a friend might not be so difficult after all. “But you know, some times, the best way to forget about a guy is to fuck another guy. And I have a bunch to introduce you to” she added, winking at you.

You felt your cheeks warming at her words. You were definitely not ready to “fuck another guy”, but at least this girl was quite nice and fun. And it could not hurt to meet new people.

“Ok” she said, “I am supposed to show you the different classes, offices, libraries, cafeterias, etc. We are going to do that quickly so that I can bring you to your room and then we will go to the welcoming party in the park and you will tell me everything about you!” Her speech flow was very quick, so was her path inside the building. She really was something and you liked her energy. She was showing you every room of this amazing building. Even for a French girl like you, it was quite astonishing. Everything was stone and wood. Your school in France was very different, you had not had the chance to go to a very prestigious university there.

While she showed you the cafeteria, she asked you if you cooked. “Yes, I do. Quite a lot actually” you answered, a light smile on your lips. “Oh my god!” she said, “you’ll have to cook for us! Peter is going to love you, he is such an ogre!”. You had no idea who this Peter guy was, but you were happy to know that your cooking skills could be useful here.

“You’ll see, we have the cafeteria but we also have a huge kitchen at the end of the building, near the dorms. I hope you’re going to make us some delicious french meals, I can't wait!!”

You laughed at her reaction and that’s when you saw him. One of the most handsome guys you had ever seen. Oh god, you were so fucked. He was standing 10 feet away from you in the hallway, talking with a very beautiful dark haired girl. You felt a pinch of jealousy in your heart when you saw them laughing together, even though you did not know who that guy was. Jubilee must have seen you gazing at him because she grabbed your arm, turned you to her, a big smile on her face and whispered quite loudly : “Oh my god! You already have a crush! I must introduce you to him!! That is the perfect guy to forget your stupid ex with!”

You tried to escape, feeling more panicked by the second, while she was pushing you towards the guy and his friend. Noticing you and Jubilee, they watched you quizzically as you were battling with her. Jubilee did not let you run away and still pushing you, greeted them, a big smile on her face : “Hey guys! What’s up? I need to introduce you to Y/N, she is from France and she will study here from now on!”

The pretty girl smiled at you and reached your hand to shake it “Hi Y/N, I’m Rebecca!”. You shook her hand and answered to her shyly: “Nice to meet you.” Your gaze automatically switched its direction and got caught in the boy’s eyes. He was so fucking handsome, you felt your cheeks immediately burn as his eyes bore into yours. He, too, grabbed your hand to shake it. His hand was big and soft and as he studied your face and smiled, you heard his beautiful voice say to you : “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Warren.”

#x men fanfiction #peter maximoff #peter maximoff fanfiction #peter maximoff x reader #evan peters #jubilee #quicksilver #quicksilver fanfiction #warren worthington iii #alternate universe

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missuswalker · 5 months

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𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 || 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✮ summary: after peter finishes… well, you know, he can’t stop himself from coming to see you. as if he’s not clingy enough, he can’t help but be all over you. at least he’s (trying) to sit still for once

✮ warnings: brief nsfw content, masturbation (not proofread)

✮ notes: man idk i just feel like peter is all clingy and touchy after he nuts

peter’s mind had been on you all day, trapped on the image of your hand wrapped around his cock. of course, that wasn’t exactly the case at the moment, considering it was his own hand. as he pumped himself, he tried his best to remember that little face you make when you cum. he’d been working on this problem of his for way longer than he should have, and he was searching for anything to push him over the edge.

the more he thought about you, your pretty tits, and that hella tight skirt, the closer he could feel his release building. picking up his pace, he bites back a whimper. more thoughts of you didn’t help his attempt at silence, a grunt or two escaping his lips. he pushes his head further back into his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. free hand balled into a fist, he lets out a low moan, cumming all over his stomach and fingers.

after cleaning himself up, he stares at the photo of you two on his bedside table. he wanted to see you so bad. maybe it was just the post-nut fog, but he just needed you wrapped up in his arms. throwing on some jeans and a tshirt, he lets his mom know he’s heading out with a quick shout. he’s at you window in less than a second, sliding it open. he always told you to lock your window in case a creep decides to crawl in, but, in reality, the only creep that ever used it was him.

“hey, peter,” you greet, not even bothering to turn around. whenever your window was suddenly opened, you automatically knew it was your idiot boyfriend who could never just use the front door. “it’s not peter, it’s a scary murderer and i’m here to kill you,” he says, making a stabbing motion behind your head. “oh no,” you say, your tone bored and plain as you continue to study for your exams.

peter rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “not happy to see me?” he teases, his lips connecting with the smooth skin of your neck. you push his face away, writing something down in a tiny notebook, papers scattered across your desk. “i’m studying,” you respond, eyes locked on your notes. his mouth is back on your neck immediately, despite you having just pushed him away.

“come on, babe, let’s hang out, you can study later, yeah?” he hums, nibbling right below your jaw. he absolutely would not be giving up, and you knew it. turning around in your chair, you look up at the silver-haired boy, giving an agitated look. he only gives back an innocent smile, pulling you up by your hand. “why are you so adamant on hanging out specifically right now,” you groan, allowing him to lead you to your bed. “no reason.”

pushing you down onto your unmade bed, he jumps, landing beside you. “hey, hot stuff,” he grins, posing with his face resting in the palm of his hand. “hey, dipshit,” you say in an overly-lovey tone, sarcasm evident in your dramatic smile. “you love me,” he laughs, pulling you into his arms, ruffling your hair. “sometimes,” you joke back, feeling less aggravated at your distraction of a boyfriend. he smiles, his face finding a place in the crook of your neck.

“mm, missed you,” he hums, taking a deep breath. you grin, playing with his hair. “i missed you, too.” he kisses your shoulder multiple times, moving up your neck and jaw. “i love you,” he continues, his lips lingering on your cheek. “i love you, too,” you snort, furrowing your eyebrows at his overly-affectionate behavior. eventually he settles, his leg bouncing a bit as he lays next to you, arms loose around your waist. “don’t fall asleep,” you tell him, trying to get a look at his face. “i’m not asleep,” he grunts, though it was clear he was about to be.

“yeah, okay.”

“i’m not.”

“shut up.”

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The Twinkie Thief

Peter Maximoff x fan!reader smut

word count: 8.4k!!

warnings/description: Smut, handjobs, oral (male and fem receiving), Use of peter’s powers in bed, hair pulling, begging, Peter being a cocky brat, teasing. Reader hosts a college party and a certain speedster stops by trying to steal some twinkies… Enjoy!

You’d been planning this party for months. Well- okay not months, maybe like… a few weeks, but in your defense it sure felt longer than that. It was your first time hosting a college party, despite being in your third year. You shared an apartment with three of your friends just off of campus. Having roommates wasn’t always great, but it made the rent cheap and that obviously made it well worth it. You were a broke college student and you definitely didn’t make enough money to rent your own apartment. It was a three level house. With a main floor, an upstairs, and a downstairs. The basement had been transformed into a little hangin’ cave where you were currently setting up the chips and drinks for the party, trying to distract yourself and keep your buzzing nerves at bay.

Doritos, pretzels, tortilla chips and salsa, various sodas and punch as well as alcohol sat on the table. Beer, vodka, all the cheap shit you could buy at the nearest gas station. It didn’t need to be good, college kids didn’t care for good alcohol, they just needed it to get them drunk. Especially at a party.

You weren’t sure who all would come to the party and a bubble of anxiety slowly built up inside you. What if no one showed up? Currently you were home alone because your roommates were all out doing their own thing and would be coming home much later. That’s why you had decided to have the party, but now? What if some creepy pervert dude was the first to arrive and you were forced to hang out with him until the next person came? You tried your best to ignore the screaming in the back of your mind as you finished setting up, taking a handful of chips to eat as you made your way back up the stairs.

The house was modern and sparsely decorated but still homey. You’d luckily put away anything valuable or breakable because god forbid something gets broken.

As time went on you came to the realization that maybe this wasn’t the best idea… but it was too late to go back now. Surely it’d be fine. How bad could it be?

You finished the handful of chips right as the first knock of the night sounded through the house, causing you to jump a bit before making your way towards the door, just praying it wasn’t some creep.

And luckily, it wasn’t.

It was a group of three younger college girls, all smiling brightly the second the door was open. They didn’t say much to you as they scurried inside the house, out of the cold as they shivered a bit. They led themselves downstairs, talking amongst themselves and not really paying you any mind at all. Wow. Kinda rude.

Soon the pace started picking up and in no time the basement was full of chatter and bodies as people laughed and drank, talking about the latest gossip.

You’d long since abandoned your post at the door, figuring people would let themselves in, and they did exactly that.

You had made your way downstairs, a drink in hand as you looked at the crowd. It was a good turnout, nearly every corner of the dimly lit room was occupied by groups of people talking about one thing or another, sipping from solo cups and snacking on mini pretzels and Doritos. The sight had you smiling. This was going exactly how you wanted it.

To be honest, you weren’t a super social person but one thing you did enjoy was people watching. So seeing all the different people here made for a fun activity. Hearing whispers of conversations, not able to make out much as other noises drowned out the words into a jumbled mess of sounds. You were planning on just sitting in a corner, sipping your drink for the rest of the night as you kept a close eye on the party goers, making sure they didn’t break anything.

That’s how it went for a few hours. You sipped at your drink, going in and out of the basement to get refills on chips and ice for the drinks every so often. Overall, it was a success.

On one of these trips upstairs to get a break from the crowd and the noise, you caught the shadow of what appeared to be a man in your kitchen. Unease settled over you like a dark storm cloud as you crept closer to the kitchen, back up against the wall as you swallowed hard, heartbeat uneven and frantic.

You knew it was most likely someone from the party who had either gotten there late, or had snuck upstairs. Maybe he needed a break. Just like you. But the idea of a random man in your kitchen, which, keep in mind, was dark, made you uneasy.

You crept to the entrance of the kitchen, hand moving slowly towards the light switch, ready to bolt back downstairs if you were in any danger.

The man froze when you flicked the light on, bathing him in the yellow light. And that’s when you saw it..

It wasn’t some random creeper that had snuck into your kitchen and was waiting for everyone else to leave so he could like- kill you-

It was a certain silver haired mutant superhero that you may or may not have had a small (huge) obsession with.

Peter Maximoff… aka Quicksilver.

Okay rewind- what in the fresh hell was Peter Maximoff doing in your kitchen?

You both just stood still, staring at each other unblinking, each waiting for the other to say or do something.

Peter had an armful of little, wrapped cake snacks that had been quite literally stolen from your pantry, giving you a shy, remorseful smile.

“Uh… Hi-” Peter said, swallowing hard as he set the snacks on the counter with an embarrassing grin.

You just blinked a few times, unable to think of any words. What does someone say in this situation? When a literal superhero was stealing snacks from your kitchen. Nothing in your life had ever prepared you for this..

“I- Hi?” You said, an eyebrow quirked as you took in the look of the man in front of you. Yup it really was him. Not just some creep dressed as him. He was the real deal.

“You can uh- you can take anything you want… Mr. Maximoff” You said with a shy smile, playing with your hands as you tried to keep calm.

Peter blinked in surprise. Oh. So you knew exactly who he was. Great. Of course you did. That made this even more embarrassing. A superhero sneaking into a party to steal some cake snacks? He would never live this down if anyone else found out.

“No I just- uh- was just- organizing… the pantry. It was a bit messy..” he said, trying to lie his way out of the situation.

“Mhm. Yeah okay.” You put your hands on your hips, shaking your head. You didn’t believe that lie for one second and the thought of a silver haired speedster trying to get away with a lie despite being caught red (silver?) handed made you chuckle.

“Okay okay ya got me- I’m a thief-“ he raised his hands over his head in surrender, sighing in defeat. The gig was up.

You raised a brow, watching him curiously. He was so… Down to earth? You weren’t sure what you expected, but it wasn’t that. He didn’t act like a famous person… he just acted… Normal. Maybe you were a bit naive as to what someone like Peter should act like, but he was definitely much different than what you had imagined. In a good way of course.

And it didn’t help with your obsession with him. You almost wanted him to be rude or full of himself. It’d be easier to get over this little (big) obsession with him. But no. Of course he had to be perfect.

“It’s okay- if you want one you can have it- really-“ you said, taking a few more steps into the kitchen, the background music from downstairs making the silence between the two of you seem not so awkward.

Peter didn’t waste any time after that. He snatched a Twinkie off the counter and unwrapped it before shoving half of it into his mouth, some of the cream smearing on the sides of his mouth. If it was anyone else, it would be kinda gross, but because it was him, it was endearing.

“So why exactly are you… Here?” You asked and Peter held up a finger to signal to let him finish chewing the snack cake before he began to explain.

“I heard about a party goin’ on here and thought hey, I’m sure there’s snacks. So I came. And I was right.” He shook the other half of the Twinkie that was in his hands before shoving it into his mouth, tossing the wrapper into the trash can and wiping off his fingers on his silver jacket.

“Okay but the party is downstairs-“

“I didn’t think you’d mind if I just took a few.” He interrupted, already on his way to opening another hostess snack.

He was bold. Very bold. And pretty cocky too. A drastic change from how he was acting just a few minutes ago. All shy and apologetic. Was that just a hoax? A trick?

“I mean- I don’t- but it’s not just every day when I get a superhero in my kitchen.”

“So you rent this place? It’s pretty bangin’ I gotta say.”

“I have roommates. But they aren’t here right now.” Why did that sound so suggestive? Jesus Christ…

Peter nodded, looking around the kitchen and examining it now that the light was on, leaning against the marble counter.

“So this is your party then I take it?” He asked, eyebrow quirked as he turned back to face you. It was weird making eye contact with the speedster just because you never expected to actually be this close to him.

“Mhm, my first college party actually..” you said a bit shyly. He was trying to keep up a conversation with you… but why? Did he actually care? Possibly?

“First?”

“Well the first one I’ve hosted I mean- I’ve- I’ve been to lots of parties before-“ you paused “not like a lot a lot! I’m not like a crazy party person- I have…” you wanted to bang your head against the wall.

“I’ve gone to the normal amount of parties that a college person does.” You said, a blush dusting over your cheeks. Way to embarrass yourself in front of your crush. Your superhero crush at that…

“Coolio- and hey, between us, I don’t judge. I like party girls.” Peter winked.

Your brain has just short circuited. Either you were delusional or the man was flirting with you. The way he winked? There was no way.

You gawked at him for a moment before chuckling “yeah, hah… parties are pretty fun- you go to them often?” You asked curiously, trying to not be so fucking awkward.

“Eh, depends. When I’m free I usually just zoom in to steal some snacks- which was exactly what I was doing before you caught me.”

“Okay well the party snacks are downstairs. At the party.” You said, sarcasm dripping from your tone and it caused Peter to grin. He liked your attitude. Feisty. Just the way he liked his women. Not that he… No.. He totally wasn’t attracted to some random quicksilver fan.. Not at all. There had to be some sort of moral rule against that.

Except… He was. He was totally and utterly attracted to you.

Holy shit. He was truly and utterly fucked. Done for. Game is up, time to go- before he royally ruined this whole interaction.

But yet, he couldn’t get his mouth to just shut up.

“Y’know what, I like ya. You’re down to earth, chill. Totally unfazed that I’m in yer kitchen right now.”

You shook your head, looking up to meet his eye and trying not to get too lost in his sweet syrupy brown gaze.

“Well I mean- I am- I’m just good at hiding it.” You admitted, tucking a bit of your hair behind your ear, an obvious thing you did when you were nervous.

Peter subtly, with his super speed, looked you over, trying not to make it too obvious that he was staring, but who wouldn’t? You were… Geesh words couldn’t even describe the way Peter felt when he saw you. His literal dream girl, and you were interested in him? At least wanting to talk to him… not like… romantically or anything crazy like that.

But you were. You were both acting pretty dumb at the moment, dancing around the sexual tension that literally anyone could cut with a knife. How did it happen that the two of you were so damn oblivious? It’s like the universe was holding up a big sign that said “Fuck Already!” And somehow the two of you were both blind.

Peter stretched his hands over his head, revealing a sliver of silver hairs that led under his waistband to-

No. You needed to get your mind out of the gutter. There was no way Quicksilver out of anyone was going to fuck you. No way. Not in a million years.

Peter zipped around the kitchen and for a moment you thought he’d left, until the breeze and silver settled and you saw him, now much closer than he was before.

He was uncomfortably close, but you were… Okay with it. In fact you wanted him close to you. It had made your heartbeat speed up in your chest and your cheeks reden.

You felt his breath on your neck and it made your hair stand on end, goosebumps erupting across your flesh as you turned to face him.

He was taller than you, but your faces were only several inches apart, the feeling of his breath hit you, the leftover smell of the Twinkie he’d devoured a few minutes ago hitting your nose.

You blinked a few times, unsure of what to do or what to say. I mean… What do you do in a situation like this? You’d never experienced it before and doubted you ever would again.

Peter glanced down at you, unblinking as he watched you before he spoke up

“Want a drink?” He asked, swallowing hard as he gestured to the rest of the alcohol that you hadn’t brought down to the party yet.

The tension was getting impossibly thicker between the two of you, a heat seeming to fall off of Peter in thick waves, filling the air. It was addicting.

You nodded, still not speaking as you watched him zip back around the kitchen, barely able to make out his outline as bottles shifted and moved from their places.

He was so… Interesting and you wondered what it was like to be able to move that fast. Did he have full control over it? Did he sometimes go too fast? Had he ever hurt himself by speeding around the way he did? These were all questions you longed to be answered but were too shy to ask.

A few more seconds of him zooming around the kitchen and he was next to you again, holding a drink in either hand. You weren’t really sure what was in it, but you trusted he hadn’t done anything suspicious. I mean he was a superhero- superheroes didn’t like- drug drinks… Right?

“Here, it’s a sex on the beach- or well, my attempt at one. You didn’t have all the ingredients so I had to substitute a few things.”

By a few things did he mean everything? You’d had plenty of these drinks before and none of them ever looked the way the drink he held out to you did. It looked (smelled) like the only ingredient the two drinks had in common was vodka.

Still, you took the glass from him and smiled, taking a sip. It wasn’t horrible, he hadn’t added a lot of alcohol so it was mostly a mixer, but still you’d had plenty worse before.

He sipped his own drink, watching you over the rim of the glass, waiting to see how you’d react.

“Decent.” You shrugged, taking another sip.

Peter laughed in disbelief “Just decent babe? Wow, I’m offended.” He placed a hand on his heart dramatically and shook his head.

You were about to laugh when it dawned on you what he’d called you just now. Babe. Uhm.. pause. What? Why had he called you that? Did he call everyone that? Surely he did… Don’t get your hopes up so quickly. He was just being friendly.

You ignore it, giving him a friendly smile before taking another sip of your drink. Maybe it’d be nice to get drunk but you’d surely make a fool of yourself. You were already well on the way to doing that.

“So- you were really just in the neighborhood and decided to stop by?” You asked, swirling the remaining drink around, watching it slosh inside the glass.

Peter set his drink down on the counter, leaning against it as he nodded “Yup, could tell it was a party from a mile off so I decided to see what was goin’ on. Glad I did, you’re good company.” He grinned.

“I was honestly having a pretty boring night before you got here.” You admitted, setting your own half finished drink down close to his before glancing back at him. You were beginning to let your guard down and it made Peter smile.

“Aw I'm flattered that I’m the reason you’re havin’ a good time now.” He grinned, full of himself and cocky as ever.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, shaking your head as you wrapped your arms around yourself, glancing around the kitchen.

“So uh- m’not usually like this but-“ He was blushing again… Quicksilver was blushing because of you? What was he trying to say that made his cheeks turn the color of ripe tomatoes?

“I’m catchin’ a vibe off ya. Y’know the whole fan thing- I just-“ He shook his head, bringing a hand down over his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he let out a sigh. Dammit Quickie, ruined it again from your big mouth.

At least… He thought he’d ruined it, and was so distracted by embarrassment that he hadn’t even noticed you’d stepped closer to him, standing right in front of him and staring up at him.

“Yeah, I’m sure I’m giving off that vibe-“ you took a deep breath and decided to continue, making a bolder choice of words. It was now or never.

“Not everyday you meet the person you dream about fucking every night.” You were only half teasing him, hoping you’d be able to play it off as a joke if it went the wrong way.

Peter’s eyes were wide as he stared down at you and finally he made a good choice that night, leaning down to capture your lips with his own.

It took you several seconds to process but when you did, you nearly squealed with joy.

He tasted sweet like twinkies and just… Him. There was no other way to explain it really.

You kissed back for several seconds before pulling away to look up at him, eyes wide.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, glancing around the room once more to make sure no one had walked in on the two of you.

Peter, unbothered, leaned down to capture your lips once more, never wanting to stop kissing you. He deepened the kiss, a hand reaching out to rest on your shoulder as he pulled you closer, a quiet moan slipping from his lips which caused him to blush even further.

He pulled you closer to him, a bit of urgency in his movements as he panted against your lips, worked up from the slightest bit of kissing.

“Quicksilver- n-not here we can’t. There’s people downstairs-“ you said, a surprised gasp leaving your throat as he started to plant kisses to your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist to lock you in place.

“Tell ‘em to go. I need ya-“ he said, nipping ever so slightly at your collarbone as his hips connected with yours, his hard on brushing your leg.

“Okay okay okay slow down- is this really happening?” You asked, Peter never once stopping his assault on your neck, leaving marks that would surely result in bruises the next day.

“So fuckin’ real baby. I want it- if you do too-“ He added, his hands adventuring up the small of your back in an attempt to explore more of your body.

“Ya tellin’ me you don’t wanna clown around with yer favorite superhero?” He breathed against your neck, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply, wanting to memorize this moment.

“I do! I do want to- very very badly I just-there’s so many people downstairs- I don’t know what to do about that.” You said, reveling in the way his hot breath fanned across your skin.

“I’ve got an idea-“ He mumbled “just tell ‘em the cops are coming and they gotta clear out. Easy peasy baby, then we got the whole place to ourselves.” He grinned against your skin, much too eager for this.

“You think that’ll work?”

“Worth a shot at least.” He shrugged, groaning as you pulled away from him to face the basement door, ready to barge down there and tell everyone to leave. You’d do whatever you needed to to get Peter alone.

Peter, as impatient as he was, didn’t wait for you to handle it and instead zoomed downstairs in a blur and several moments later people were running up the stairs, drinks in hand, obviously caught up in the moment and not expecting the news that police were going to be there any second.

The last person up the stairs was Peter himself, grinning from ear to ear, obviously proud that his plan had worked and the two of you were now alone. The second the last guest had scurried out the door, the threat of police crashing the party more than enough to get their drunk asses moving, peter pulled you into a bruising kiss, arching his hips against yours to try and get any desperately needed friction on his aching cock confined in the fabric prison that was his pants and boxers. He’d never wanted to be naked more in his entire life. Okay- maybe he had- but right now he felt as if he hadn’t.

Your tongues fought for dominance and you inevitably won, backing Peter up against the kitchen counter before sinking to your knees. You were not wasting a second. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and with just how fast Peter moved, you weren’t sure how long you’d realistically have him here for. How often did you get to meet your idol and fuck him? The thought made your head spin. Like holy shit? Holy fucking shit.

“Woahhh mama-“ Peter ran a large hand over his face, his dark pupils blown so wide that his eyes were nearly black as he watched you, his brain still trying to grasp the situation in which he was in. A quicksilver fan getting on their knees in front of him? Holy shit, someone pinch him. There was just no way this was actually happening. Like in all the years of his life he had never experienced something like this. Despite what some may think, Peter didn’t get laid a lot. He either didn’t have the time, or didn’t have the charm. And he was sure that realistically, this could have some serious repercussions.. Having sex with a fan? There weren’t any laws against that, right? Right? Fuck it, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Especially not with how eager you were.

You pulled his pants down to his knees, instantly scooting closer and mouthing over the cotton of his boxers, your tongue tracing the large length of him as he mewled above you pathetically. He was hot against you as you nuzzled your cheek against the length of him, a string of pre-cum leaked through his boxers and stained your cheek with a sticky, opaque fluid.

“Holy shit- can’t believe this is actually happening to me right now-“ he mumbled, hands going behind him to clutch the cold, marble counter his back was up against. Thank god for it. His legs were so shaky he was barely able to keep himself up and the embarrassing thing was you hadn’t even really done anything yet. Keep it together dude.

You pulled his boxers down in one quick motion, his cock springing to full attention now that it had been freed. He was hard as a rock, twitching and throbbing red, pre-cum spilling from the tip as it bobbed in the air, right in front of your face. Peter inhaled sharply at the cold air against his bare cock, but the second your warm hand wrapped around him? He was a goner. Total goner. Like thank the gods above? It felt sooo fucking good. Like… Too good.

“O-oh geez-“ He involuntarily jutted his hips into your touch, causing his cock to slide through the tight grip of your fingers with how slick it had become.

You made eye contact with the speedster above you before leaning closer, licking over the head of his cock, collecting the pearl of pre-cum that had leaked from the slit, dripping down the side.

He was salty and a bit bitter, but the sheer fact that you were getting to taste the Peter Maximoff’s cock made any disgust you may have initially had fly right out the damn window.

Peter’s knees buckled the slightest bit, thighs quivering as he watched you with a kind of intensity and focus he didn’t even know he possessed. So he could focus. Just… only on things he really wanted to. Hah… As long as you didn’t tell any of the other X-men that.

You continued your exploration of the speedy mutant's cock, pressing gentle feather light kisses to the head of his cock, which you soon learned was extremely sensitive.

“Mmm- please! Gentle! It’s so sensitive, baby!” He yelped, writhing in place as his knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping the countertop.

You ignored his requests, wanting to see just how worked up you could get him, your tongue tracing around the bulbous head several times before dipping into the slit, causing Peter to wince in overstimulation. You took this as a sign to pull back a bit, instead taking the whole tip into your mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop, flattening your tongue on the underside as you hummed.

Peter spiraled even more. The way you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes innocently as you suckled on his cock? When was he going to wake up? Because there was just really no way that this was actually happening. It had to be a dream.

“A-mmgh- shit-“ he groaned out, running a hand through his now damp with sweat silver hair, slicking it back in a way that was more attractive than you’d like to admit.

You slowly took more of him into your mouth, inhaling through your nose so you didn’t choke, and soon enough you had fully engulfed him before pulling back, gagging a bit as the tip hit the back of your throat. A string of spit connected your lips to the head of his cock and Peter nearly came right then and there at the sight, hips subconsciously humping the air as he threw his head back, Adam's apple bobbing.

“God baby- this is so fucking unbelievably good- god damn-“ he panted, babbling words as his hips arched upwards in search of your mouth once more. You pulled back from him completely, watching as his throbbing red cock bobbed in the air between you two, desperate and aching for whatever you planned to do next.

Peter inhaled a deep breath, straightening up a bit as he got a better grip on the counter, some of his damp silver hair falling back over his forehead.

Coming back to stroke him with your hand, Peter’s hips jerked once more, biting his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt to stay quiet, despite not needing to. It was just the two of you alone in the house. He could be as loud as he wanted.

“Really? That’s all ya got, speedy? Tiny little whimpers? C’mon I want to hear more.” You surprised yourself with your boldness, and it obviously surprised Peter too by the way that he nodded, letting his lip fall from between his teeth as a pleasured sigh left him. It was finally sinking in that this was really happening to him. He was getting head from a super mega quickie fan. And damn you were good at it. Too good. Or maybe Peter was just that desperate. It was honestly a little embarrassing but you obviously didn’t care so he didn’t either.

You stroked him with increasing speed, thumbing gently over the tip and collecting the pre-cum on the pad of your thumb before bringing it up to your lips and licking off the glossy liquid. Peter groaned, cursing under his breath at the sight below him, a hand coming to brush through your hair gently, giving him something to do to keep his hands busy.

“Can’t believe this is happening. I’m actually getting to do this to the Quicksilver-“ You shook your head, still in a state of disbelief

“Y’can call me Peter y’know- please-“ He chuckled breathily, hand still gripping your hair as he tried to subconsciously pull your head closer to his length, a quiet mumbled plea coming from his red lips. Okay. Noted. Peter.

“More- please? Feels so good, baby- feels so fucking great-“ He pleaded with you, giving you the cutest puppy dog eyes. You didn’t take him for a begger, but you were definitely not complaining. And of course who were you to deny him? He did so much good for the world, he’d literally helped save it multiple times, hadn’t he? He deserved this, plus, his taste was addicting. Manly and a bit salty in a way that had your pussy throbbing in your underwear.

You took him into your mouth again, suckling on the tip before going further once more, suctioning your lips around his length, dragging your tongue on the underside of his cock, tracing the prominent vein that was found there.

Peter tossed his head back once more, closing his eyes as he moaned, this time a bit louder than before. It made you smile around his cock.

You continued your exploration of his cock, bobbing your head up and down before focusing on the tip for a few moments and then repeating over and over and over-

Peter was growing increasingly worked up, chest heaving up and down heavily, cock beginning to twitch in your mouth as you gagged on him, tearing up as you inhaled through your nose.

“I’m close! F-fuck!” He groaned out, hips bucking farther into your mouth as he gripped your hair a bit tighter, causing you to let out a whine and choke even more around him, tears falling onto your cheeks, mascara smudging under your eyes as you swallowed around him.

That was all he needed to cum hard down your throat in heavy ropes of thick white, his hips jutting forward harshly, causing him to slide even further into your mouth and down your throat.

“Fuck! Shitttt!” He cursed, gasping as he shuddered, thighs shaking as he fought to keep himself up right. Damn. He hadn’t came that hard in… Well he couldn’t even remember when. But it had been a long time. Too long.

You pulled back, the biggest gag yet coming from you, the feeling of his cock so deep in your throat and his cum filling the back of your mouth causing you to retch. You held onto his thighs as you tried to catch your breath, wheezing heavily, head bowed as you attempted to swallow all his release. Dear god, he came a lot. Maybe it had something to do with his mutant powers, or maybe it was just the fact that he came a lot. Either way it amazed you.

Once Peter caught his own breath and calmed down enough to come back to his senses, he glanced down at you with a worried look, watching you attempt to catch your breath.

“Shit- you okay? Sorry I- kinda lost control- I’m so sorry-“ he apologized, worried he’d ruined the whole moment by not being able to control his damn hips. A crimson flush covered his cheeks as he looked away, embarrassed. Great. His one chance to get laid had been ruined by his actions. Like everything else in his life.

“Peter-“ your voice was a bit hoarse as you swallowed hard, wiping the corners of your mouth as you stood up, dusting off your thighs as you cupped his cheek.

Peter’s attention was on you again in an instant, tilting his head ever so slightly into your palm. Peter was touch starved. Extremely so, but it was something he wouldn’t ever admit. Not that he really needed to, it was pretty obvious.

“I’m okay. It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize. It was actually really fucking hot. Watching you lose control like that.” You blushed softly at your own words, giving him a shy smile despite being so bold in your previous actions.

Peter was quiet for several moments and if anyone walked in on the two of you right then, they’d see you standing in front of Peter, and Peter, pants down, leaning against the countertop as he stared at you longingly.

“Uh- anyway I can return the favor?” He asked, large hands coming to hold your hips, a subtle buzz seeming to come from his body. Specifically from his hands. It made you shiver, your already wet panties seeming to soak even more at his words that were dripping with lust. You were much too curious about those hands of his and what they could do. Especially with that power…

You pulled him into a kiss, practically jumping on him as he pulled you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as you made out with the silver haired man. Honestly, if someone came up to you and told you this was how this night was going to end, you wouldn’t believe it. Not one bit, but the fact that it was actually happening? That this wasn’t a dream? You were fucking around with someone you were quite honestly obsessed with? It made your head spin.

He stumbled down the hall, kicking his feet out of his pants and boxers as he held onto you tightly, his blunt nails digging into the meat of your ass as he brought you to your bedroom. You weren’t sure how exactly he knew which one was yours, and chalked it up to him snooping around when he first got here. His superspeed made things like that easy.

He practically tossed you onto the bed, kissing any inch of your exposed skin before he pulled your shirt off, laughing a bit as it briefly got stuck around your neck before it was thrown… Somewhere. It’s location wasn’t important right now when you had Peter right in front of you.

Peter’s eyes zoned into the way your breasts bounced with each laugh of yours, looking so totally perfect in the black bra you were wearing.

“Sorry- obviously didn’t think this was gonna happen tonight so it’s not special or anything-“ you said, speaking about the bra.

Peter scoffed at your words, shaking his head in disbelief “you kidding? Have you seen yourself? God you’re a masterpiece. Really-“ His hands came up to cup your breasts in each palm over your bra and you mewled lightly at the contact.

“Peterrr'' you groaned, wriggling around underneath him. Your words seemed to snap him out of his boob induced trance and he refocused once more. Eye on the prize, Peter. The prize just so being the beautiful mound between your legs. Well, Peter didn’t really know that it was beautiful since you were still wearing pants, but he could just tell. Maybe another, more secret super power he had? Or just common sense.

Peter, ever the speedster sped your jeans down your legs and off your body before you could even blink, settling comfortably between your thighs before tossing his own shirt off. Finally, Peter was fully naked and you were pretty close to being so as well.

“So uh I won’t say I’m like.. A master or anything but I’d like to return the favor. Like I said.” Peter's eyes were dark as he slid further down the bed before he was face to face with your sopping wet panties.

He brushed the pads of his fingers against the wet fabric, shocked that he’d had that effect on you. Holy shit, you were this wet for him?

The second he touched you, you closed your eyes, tossing your head back. You weren’t sure if you just really needed to be laid, or if it was the fact that it was Peter Maximoff barely touching you that got you going. Either way, you were desperate and didn’t plan on waiting much longer.

“Please don’t tease-“ You breathed out, already out of breath as you watched him, begging for him to just do something already! This was torture! Why was he going so slow!

Peter sensed your need and decided it’d be rude to tease. Especially considering how generous you’d been with the blowjob in the kitchen. Something he certainly wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon. He pulled your panties to the side, nearly drooling at the sight of your pussy right in front of him.

He licked his lips, swallowing his excess drool as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of the small black panties and pulling them slowly down your legs.

Your breathing increased exponentially when he tossed them off your legs and spread your thighs wider to give him better access to you.

Blushing in embarrassment, you weren’t able to meet Peter’s eye. This was really happening? You were about to be eaten out by The Quicksilver-

That was mind blowing to you, just like the rest of the night had been. You’d have to host more college parties in the future if this is what you got in return.

A subtle buzzing had started on your thighs, slowly creeping closer to your core and you soon realized it was Peter’s fingertips, buzzing gently as they crept closer and closer to where you needed him most.

You opened your mouth to beg again but any words you had died in your throat as his nose brushed against your clit, causing a sharp burst of pleasure to run up your spine.

“Ahhhh Quicksilver- Peter-“ you quickly corrected yourself, remembering he had said you could call him that. That he in fact wanted you to.

Peter grinned at your response to the slightest touch, brushing his nose across your folds again before blowing a cold burst of air over your core that caused you to shiver.

“Stop!” You suddenly shouted, a pout set on your lips “stop teasing me! Please! I didn’t do this to you! This isn’t fair!”

“Who ever said anything about me playing fair, baby? I mean me? Fair? Those two words should never be used in the same sentence.”

This cocky side of Peter was hot, but you also found it hot that the hunger in his eyes never once subsided, a hint of desperation hiding behind his bratty, full of himself demeanor.

He did eventually decide that maybe he was being too mean with his teasing and finally let his lips brush against your clit, his tongue flicking across the hardened bud before sucking it into his mouth gently, humming the whole time.

Your body seized in pleasure, trying not to crush him between your thighs as he played with you to his heart's content.

He began to finally eat you out the way he should have all along, messy and fast, making sure to give extra attention to your puffy clit.

Your back was arched and your eyes were closed, head thrown back against your pillows. Your chest heaved heavily with each brush of his tongue against your core, a pleasure building up in your belly so fast that despite him only being at it for a few minutes, you were already embarrassingly close.

And that sense of being close was only amplified when Peter, cocky sex god he was, brought the pad of his thumb to your clit, rubbing gentle circles around it before he began to vibrate that thumb, a dull buzzing sound filling your ears.

You had barely any time to warn him of your impending release before your toes were curling and your thighs tightened around his silver head of hair, locking him in tightly.

Peter smirked against you, letting you ride through your orgasm before pulling away from you, his lips shimmering with your release.

He quickly licked them clean, grinning from ear to ear as he crawled over you, pulling you into a kiss.

You panted against his lips before finally kissing back, taking a fist full of his hair and yanking ever so slightly. Not enough to hurt him by any means.

You didn’t expect the reaction that followed. Peter whimpered, leaning into the touch as he bucked his hips against you ever so slightly, his hard on brushing the plush of your thighs.

You grinned against his lips, nipping at his bottom lip gently, running your hands through his hair a bit more.

He pulled away just a bit to meet your eye, his own blown wide, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead as he swallowed hard.

“You got like- y’know- a condom?” He asked, a blush covering his cheeks. Sweet boy. Still shy even after everything the two of you had done so far.

“Like I mean-“ he continued, blabbering on, “My pull out game is pretty good- I’m fast-“ he laughed at his choice of words. Of course he was fast, that was his whole thing.

“But it’d be nice just in case- to not have to worry about it, y’know? Just bask in the moment. Plus it’d be pretty hot to cum inside. Even with a condom.” He shivered at the thought, cock twitching and oh so ready to be inside of you.

You laughed softly and reached over into your bedside drawer, rifling around for a few seconds before you found what you were looking for, pulling your hand back and showing off the shiny package to Peter.

He went to grab it from you but you pulled it away, shaking your head “can I put it on?” You asked, looking him over.

Peter seemingly got even more shy at that, blushing harder as he nodded “yeah- yeah course ya can, mhm that’s fine that’s-“ You cut him off with a kiss, cupping his cheek gently.

“You don’t do this often do you?” You asked, running the pad of your thumb across his cheek, hot to the touch from how hard he was blushing.

He shook his head in embarrassment. God, Quicksilver himself didn’t get around, despite how much he wanted it. It just… Didn't happen. Nothing he could do about it really. It wasn’t for lack of trying, so when you seemed so eager, he was more than ready to get down with you.

You ripped the condom out of its wrapper with your teeth and Peter thought it was the hottest thing ever, eyes wide as he watched you, completely mesmerized. There was just something about you that seemed to draw him in.

You carefully wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking him slowly as he let his hips gently buck into the feeling, burying his face in your shoulder.

You continued like that for a few moments, enjoying the way Peter’s body shivered against your own and how his moans and whines got increasingly more desperate.

You brought the condom to the tip of his cock and slowly rolled it down, making sure it was on correctly before giving him a few more firm strokes.

Peter groaned against you, pulling from your neck to look you over. You’d never expected that this could be so gentle, especially with someone you really didn’t know.

“You can put it in, baby.” You whispered, wondering if that’s what he was waiting for. Confirmation. Proof that you actually did really want this as much as he did. You definitely did.

He swallowed thickly, heartbeat fluttering heavy in his chest as he positioned himself at your entrance, letting the head of his cock slide against your slit a few times, causing the both of you to moan softly.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to go further, unable to wait anymore. The idea of him inside you made your breath catch in your throat. The Quicksilver was about to be inside of you. Peter.

Peter Peter Peter was all you could think. This whole time you’d been obsessed with the superhero aspect of the man without really thinking that just him himself could be perfect.

He locked eyes with you as his tip breached your hole, and after that he sunk in easily thanks to your slick. He didn’t stop till he was balls deep inside of you, his lips inches from your own as he panted, adjusting to the warm tight feeling of your walls squeezing around him.

Peter groaned against your skin, hands clenched in the sheets at your sides, trying to steady himself as he let you adjust to his size.

He was big and it was a bit uncomfortable at first but the stretch was more than welcome and you found yourself trying to pull him deeper, needing more than what he was giving you in the moment.

“Peter please-“ you choked out “Need more- I’m ready- please-“

“I’m gonna rock your world, babe.” Was all he said before he thrust into you, finding a nice rhythm that was fast, but not so fast that you couldn’t physically handle it.

You were glad now that the party had ended and the two of you were alone so you could be as loud as you wanted. You took full advantage of that, moaning and clawing at the speedsters back, most definitely leaving marks as his hips slammed against yours.

The drag of his cock inside your thick plush walls had to be one of the best things you’d felt in a long time. He was pretty shy at first you’d have to admit, but he definitely knew what he was doing.

“Peterrr- fuck-“ you gasped, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he pounded you into the mattress, knocking the air from your lungs with each thrust inside of you.

He went so deep you swore you felt him in your stomach and a pleasurable ache began to form in your groin, bubbling into a tingling pleasure that spread through your veins. You knew that feeling all too well. You were close. Already.

You didn’t want it to end so soon though and tried to fight it off. In a desperate attempt at distracting yourself, you pulled Peter into another kiss, nipping his bottom lip which caused him to moan against your mouth, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm.

“My god baby- can’t do that to me- gonna make me lose it-“ He chuckled breathlessly, trying to regain control of himself.

Realizing that he was close too, you smirked, squeezing around him purposely, causing his jaw to drop and the hottest little whines to leave his lips.

“Don’t want this to end- so soon-“ He complained, body begging to buzz with built up energy that was ready to burst.

“Who said it had to end?” You questioned, smirking up at him as you placed one of your hands in his silver hair and pulled on it a bit. Peter let his head fall back, adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed hard.

“Y-yeah? Think you can handle another round?” He asked with a smirk, but was obviously trying to cover up how desperate he was.

You didn’t respond with words, too far gone and basically mindless on his cock at this point as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

You felt the tight band in your stomach snap, euphoric release flooding your system as you clenched around him, a loud moan leaving your parted lips as Peter kissed you, resulting in the two of you really just breathing into the others mouth, too caught up in the moment to focus.

Peter was right behind you, a few more thrusts had him tipping over the edge, stilling inside you and stuffing the condom with his white hot release.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, attempting to catch your breath as Peter leaned over you, muscles flexing as he gripped the blanket before he pulled out of you, taking off the condom and tossing it onto the floor, which you’d yell at him for later. Once you came to your senses.

Peter wrapped you up in his arms, holding you to his chest as your breathing slowly returned to normal. You felt so safe in his arms. It really was a nice feeling and you hoped it’d last.

The two of you fell asleep like that, too tired to have another round that night. You woke up in the morning a bit sore and when you reached for Peter, he was already long gone. You should have expected that.

Sitting up, a bit of disappointment filling you, you saw a quickly scribbled note on a piece of paper that lay on your bedside table. It read:

I had a righteous time with you last night baby. Had to leave earlier than I wanted to, but I obviously know where you live and intend on stopping by again soon. For twinkies of course…

and other things if y’know what I mean- Quickie

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phantom pain || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x reader

summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been

warnings: insecurities, none really?? (i think)

word count: 2.9k+ ; angst, comfort

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a/n: this is a rewrite of a bucky fic i wrote 6 years ago but now much longer, better, and for pietro. sorry for grammar/editing mistakes that are prob here but still enjoy

pietro knew you had been hiding something. he had known you for three years and had been dating you for almost two. over the course of the months and weeks spent with the other he had grown accustomed to your silent cues. the silence that would consume you when tony's party carried on too late and you desperately wished to exit or when you performed poorly during training and steve berated you with tips. but mostly the silence that would linger around you when you were alone. not all the time, no, but there were times when pietro could feel and see the physical shift in your body language.

he never wanted to pry not as a friend or a boyfriend. pietro understood that every avenger has a past life, one that the others are unaware of. though he loved playing back the memories of his childhood and his parents, he too would shift into a silent shell of a person and he would want nothing more than to be left alone and not questioned. pietro loved the abilities he had but some days he wondered whether the extreme heat of his body or the slow-moving world around him actually made him sad. life was no longer normal, his body was no longer normal, nothing was normal.

this is exactly how you felt. the tragedies in your life were sometimes unbearable and if you could disappear you would but you had so much to be thankful for. if it wasn't for the accident you wouldn't be an avenger, you wouldn't have the friends you have, you wouldn't experience even half of what you've had now, and you wouldn't have pietro, the love of your life. at the end of the day you were alive and more than often, incredibly happy.

but there were those times you fell into silence over your newfound life, mainly the consequences of the accident. your memory still struggled, you were weak for a very long time, and when the weather got too cold you could feel the ache in your bones. you weren't like the rest of the avengers who possessed special abilities or were highly skilled in combat. three and a half years ago you were a normal person. you had a normal life, job, family, and friends, up until the accident. and every day the phantom pain reminds you of what was taken.

it was winter when you first met all the avengers. they all lived together and after you recovered from the accident, tony wanted you here, to live here. you protested the idea for a while claiming that tony's generosity was far too much. he had already saved you from the accident and offering a space to live and a job was incredulous, but after much debate you agreed. that first day you silently sat in the corner of the room while all the avengers had a meeting. you swayed back and forth in the rolling chair, taking in the information and occasionally stealing glances at a silver-haired man.

"and this is (y/n)!," tony exclaimed, "our newest friend here so please for the love of god be kind during the acclamation period. i'm already prematurely greying and i don't need anymore."

the meeting was over and one by one the avengers came to greet you, offering their names and welcomes and soon the silver-haired man approached you.

pietro stuck his hand out to shake yours. he found it odd that despite the room being almost swelteringly hot from the heater, you still had your gloves on.

"i'm pietro."

it was about three weeks later you found yourself sitting with pietro, clint, steve, and natasha. everyone was sitting on the couch talking about whatever topic you possibly could conjure up. there was a lull in conversation before clint spoke up.

"hey," he said turning towards you, "why do you have gloves on?"

it was as if clint never spoke and without missing a beat you stood up, looking down at pietro, "wanna help me finish building my desk?"

pietro hesitated a moment, eyes flickering over to clint, "of course."

pietro had come to learn not to question why you covered your hands in those first few months. any mention of you hiding them was never met with an answer. he was protective of you and he felt himself falling for you each day, and you the same. the two of you did a lot together, you cooked, clean, went out, watched movies, almost everything together and you loved it. it felt like home here and pietro felt like home.

it was a big dinner, the night you finally took your gloves off. there was no special reason why, to be frank, you just decided to no longer be embarrassed.

"c'mon kid we all got something weird about us. i play in a suit all day, cap runs around in tights, pietro is faster than the speed of light, and parker shoots webs... from his hands!" tony ranted on.

you sighed, "i know. i just feel weird on top of this because i am still new here."

"we all have been new," tony started, inspecting your hands one final time, "no one will judge you, kid, but take it at your own pace. you don't owe anyone nothing. well, maybe except me," he winked.

only two hours later you were all seated at the big table with everyone to eat. from tony, to pietro, to thor, to natasha, to sam, everyone was here. next to you was tony and rhodey, pietro across from you pulling funny faces while the food was served out. you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap trying to stall picking up the fork and knife. everyone had started eating and chatting amongst the group when you finally lifted your arms to the table and started cutting into the chicken.

pietro watched as you shifted in your seat, your forearms coming to rest on the white cloth and your fingers wrapping around the fork and knife. the first time he has ever seen your hands.

your metal hands.

after that night there were murmurs throughout the crew about the state of your hands. people were confused why someone who led a normal life ended up with metal hands, similar to bucky's arm. the word accident had floated through the air but you never commented on it.

winter had turned into spring that ended all too quickly and now it was the dead of summer. the day was slow and pietro was bored and craving movement. his head was hanging over the arm of the couch, his silver hair hung to the floor.

"want to get ice cream?" he asked.

"it's like you read my mind," you grinned swiping your wallet off the counter.

you and pietro wandered around town aimlessly before stopping at the ice cream shop. he admired the way you threw your head back in laughter and the way you covered your mouth when he said something outlandish. even though pietro's body ran warm he could feel the increasing heat spread throughout his cheeks each time you shot him a smile and his name rolled off your lips.

in an instant, he thought he ruined it all when he reached out and wrapped his fingers in yours. he felt your fingers twitching and the way you misstepped.

"i'm sorry," accent thick as he retracted his hand.

you smiled softly at him before gently grabbing his hand, "don't be."

it was that day over a hot fudge sundae that you told pietro what had happened. it was a horrible car accident early in the winter before you met the avengers. there were several cars and buses involved. not only did you lose your hands that day but your family. tony was also in this accident, his car had actually collided with yours, though his vehicle wasn't the one that caused your injuries. he had rushed to help you and immediately took on a parental role when he observed the condition of everyone else in the car. you were bruised and bloody with several fractured bones, but mainly, every bone in both your hands were shattered beyond repair. tony took you to his doctors where you all came to the difficult decision that your hands had to go, but tony offered you a solution. to replace the once skin and bones with metal.

pietro listened the entire time letting you go on and on to which you apologized for being boring. 'no dragă' he would whisper and you continued on with his thumb running over your knuckles. the gesture comforted you but the voice in the back of your head nagged that it was out of pity.

the months began to fly past faster than you could imagine. you and pietro were inseparable. anytime the members walked past the two of you they'd fake gag or pretend to cry. once wanda had muttered under her breath how she never thought pietro would actually date someone. you would only get shy over it and pietro found it amusing and would pinch at your cheeks. it was only when the two of you officially started dating when pietro would notice the different type of silence you'd fall into.

he would sometimes catch you sitting on the edge of your bed staring at your hands the features on your face contorted with disgust.

"what is the matter?" he questioned.

"oh nothing," you sighed with a fake smile, placing your hands beside you.

or the times pietro noticed the way you hesitated before touching him.

"am i that scary dragă?" pietro joked with a sickly smile.

your features would soften and the lines between your brows disappeared, "the most terrifying," you winked.

or the times pietro saw the way you gazed at other people's hands when they came into contact with pietro.

"doesn't his hair look good like this?" wanda asked you as she finished braiding her brother's hair. the two of them looking at you in the mirror.

you didn't respond right away. you were too distracted watching the way her fingers weaved their way through his silver hair and grazed his scalp while pulling hair into its pattern. with the most pitiful smile, you responded.

"amazing."

pietro knew that eventually, you would confide in him over the way you viewed your hands. he didn't want to overstep, that wasn't the relationship the two of you had. the late nights pietro spent shaking under the blankets from nightmares, you never asked him. you held him close to you and hummed a small tune to calm him down and you did that every night without fail. one day over breakfast he finally confided in you over the terrors that haunted his dreams.

what pietro didn't expect was that today on your second anniversary was the day you would finally scream your frustrations out. the two of you weren't doing anything special and nor did you want to. all the avengers insisted you at least leave home and do something for a little while. that's why you found yourselves lazily walking around a park, hand-in-hand, arms swinging and shoulders bumping. the sound of laughter echoed through the park and you swore the leaves shook. you were happy, beyond happy. pietro and you were madly in love and there wasn't one thing you could wish for, maybe.

suddenly the wind picked up and the dark clouds rolled above and unleashed raindrops that were nearly the size of baseballs.

"oh my god!" you squealed.

"it is so cold!" pietro laughed loudly.

you were squinting through the pouring rain, your hair and clothes plastered to your skin, pietro was dancing around in a circle with his tongue out in hopes of catching the water. pietro grabbed onto your forearms pulling you into him.

"you look so cute right now," he yelled over the thunderous rain.

"don't be silly! i look like a mess!" you giggled slightly swatting at his chest.

pietro leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. his smile growing wider as if his mouth was a plant and the rain was helping it grow. his fingers brushed the hair out of your face and kissed you once more on the forehead.

"there's so many droplets on your lashes!" you exclaimed. pietro watched your lips pull into a smile. the sun wasn't out but he could've been fooled by the way your eyes shined at him. he watched as you lifted your hand to brush the droplets off, and then suddenly, it all changed.

pietro watched as your smile dropped into parted lips of disgust and shame, your eyebrows pulled together in the middle, and rain was no longer the only thing running down your face. you faltered in your step backward and pietro reached out to steady you but you pulled back further. it was like you were a toy and your batteries had just run out you were so still.

"b-baby what is wrong?" the worried etched onto his face was almost painful.

"i'm jealous," you cried, your bottom lip shaking violently.

pietro shook his head, "my love what is going on? you are worrying me."

you lifted your hands in front of your face, your eyes trailed down every finger and across your palm to the back of your hand. the small metal panels almost mocking you as you could see your eyes reflect back at you. at this moment pietro started to piece together all the instances in the past.

"i can't feel you," you wallowed, "i can't feel your skin, pietro. my hands!" he watched as you stretched your arms out to show him your hands as if he'd never seen them before.

"i'm envious of everything that can feel you! the rain, your clothes, everyone else, but not me, i can't! do you know how badly i want to feel the texture of your hair or the tears you cry or-or the skin on your lips and i can't! i crave the feeling of you and i'll never get to know that. i want to feel the plastic of a pen or grass between my fingers or the calluses of training too hard and i'll never get that again. the phantom pain i have will never be as painful as never being able to hold you with my real hands."

as your cries grew louder the storm cleared up to let you have the stage. you stood in front of pietro as the shell of the person he would see those times you were alone silently observing your hands. even though he wasn't the one yelling, he felt as if his own vocal chords were being shredded, he could feel the chambers in his heart slowly start to shut down one by one, and the burn in his eyes was almost blinding.

he slowly stepped towards you cautious not to make you jerk backwards again. the tears in each of your eyes seemed to sync up and roll down together. pietro gently grabbed your hand, grateful that you let him, and held it to his cheek.

"this, my love, this is me. this is the me that only you will know and no one else. it is not the same as everyone else but different much like us," he said gently, his other hand gesturing between your bodies, "if i could do anything in the world, no matter the cost, to help with your hands i would and i am so sorry i cannot," pietro was now holding your face in his hands.

"but i want you to know i love you for everything that you are and i always will. no matter what the future has in store for us, in my heart, you will always be first. and- and i know there are other reasons why you dislike your hands but i never want to be the reason that you dislike something about yourself. maybe i can talk to mr. stark, yeah?" he pondered nodding his head rapidly, "maybe we can figure something out and give your hands an upgrade. maybe he knows someone?"

you sniffled, looking lovingly at pietro who was trying to think of any possibility even though you both had discussed in the past that there was nothing that could be done for your hands. that day tony saved you was the best opportunity you could get to help your hands and nothing in the world could beat it.

"i love you so much pietro, you are everything i could ask for in a boyfriend and more," you spoke, resting your face further into his hands.

pietro ran his hands across your shoulders and down your arms to hold onto your wrists. he brought your hand up to his face and placed a delicate kiss to your fingertips until all ten were loved. pietro pulled you into a hug, one palm resting flat against your spine and the other holding the back of your head. you leaned into his chest and let your ear listen to the thump of his heart. the two of you stood there motionless. minutes passed by and neither of you dared to move. to an unobservant eye, you two could've passed as a statue. two lovers forever memorialized in the dusk of the sky, the rain puddles collecting at your feet, and a love story forever admired over.

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