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cathrrrine · 4 months
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just eat your food and say goodnight.
erik lehnsherr (magneto) x reader, platonic! peter maximoff (quicksilver) x reader • x-men (movies) • fluff, female reader
Summary: Peter Maximoff is a mischievous little shit. Y/N Lehnsherr and her husband Erik love him anyway. AO3
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“Well, I’m calling it a night then.”
A content sigh escaped your lips as you stood up from your seat at the dining table and gingerly picked up your own dishes as well as the other empty ones left on the table. Those who noticed thanked you quickly before resuming their respective conversations — like Raven and Charles who were too busy bickering like children — while others made the effort to collect the ones on the other end of the table, namely Hank, Jean and Scott; the latter only doing so after being dragged by his girlfriend.
“Hey, you got an early class too, old man. Can’t risk waking up late with that back of yours.” You gestured to your husband, pointedly looking at him with a smirk on your face. He mirrored your expression, playfully cringing his nose to tease you but it only made you chuckle, a sound that was music to his ears.
“Good night then, everyone.” Erik stood up, following suit behind you, a melody of good night’s responding to him in different tones and variations of the phrase.
“The old man joke doesn’t age well with you, Y/N!”
Although muffled as he said it with a mouth full of food, it was clear enough for you to hear and snap your head towards him. Peter, the beloved speedster, snickered to himself at his own joke. He was too busy shoving chocolate pudding down his throat to notice that a couple of those around him had gone quiet, staring at him with disapproving eyes.
Raven reached over to flick the side of his head and Charles leaned back to give her the leeway, “Dumbass.”
“Ow!”
In your one thousand and thirty-five years of living, it was no surprise that all jokes about your age had grown stale. You hated them, having heard every single phrase on Earth…it was just plain boring to hear them make unoriginal jabs at your age at this point. If they got creative, you wouldn’t mind so much, but after hearing the same variations of the same jokes your whole life? Anyone would be understandably annoyed. Erik knew this, almost everyone at the table did as well. But, you figured it slipped Peter’s mind. It always did.
As he rubbed the side of his head, he stared angrily at the shapeshifter but was met by a pair of equally disappointed eyes that belonged to a certain Professor. A sheepish look fell on Peter’s face when he realised his mistake.
“You should know not to be too casual with your professors.” Charles raised an eyebrow.
Of course, you didn’t take it too seriously, he was a kid that meant no real harm so you didn’t really feel any real anger towards the young speedster, maybe even none at all. But he’s been bothering you too many times lately that it was starting to get on your nerves. So, you put on your Strict Professor Face and stared him down, determined to make him break a sweat at the very least. It probably wouldn’t put a cork in Peter’s attitude, but maybe you’d earn yourself a few weeks off from his incessant clowning.
Erik suppressed the grin that was starting to tug at his cheeks, he knew what you were doing, so he wordlessly took the stack of plates from your grip and continued your task for you. He caught Charles’ eye and they shared a knowing look for a brief moment.
Peter was in trroubleeeee.
“You do know how I feel about those jokes, Maximoff.”
“Funny, right?” He tried to play innocent, nervously smiling at you.
“I’ve told you so many times before that, no, I do not find them funny. We do not share the same sense of humour. Charles is right, you shouldn’t be so casual with me. We may be friends in your mind, but I’m still your professor, and I deserve at least a minimal amount of respect.”
Whew, that made even me sweat. Charles’ voice cackled in your mind.
Peter Maximoff was rarely left speechless, so it was an eighth wonder of the world to have him staring at you with his eyes widened and mouth shut. He gulped, shocked at being scolded by his favourite — although he’d never admit it to anyone — lecturer.
It hurt you too much to leave him that way, though. You were his favourite for a reason…that reason being how gracious you were to his faults that seemed to be never-ending. Relenting, you cracked a smile and used your powers to jolt him out of his daze and confusion. The sound of your chortling hit him with the reality behind the situation.
“Just messing with you, kid. I think you broke your own record for the longest time of being speechless.”
He rolled his eyes and groaned in effort to mask his relief, not wanting to admit she actually did get him back for once. “Unbelievable.”
“Serves you right for always making fun of me. I’m not kidding when I say it’s annoying!”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever makes you feel better, grandma.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, “At least I’m not the one with greying hair.”
Peter frowned and opened his mouth, about to fire back a retort but you stopped him by laughing and ruffling his grey strands, “C’mon kid, just eat your food and say goodnight. Careful though, don’t choke.”
Your feet carried you over to your original destination, the intent of loading the dishwasher now appearing at the forefront of tour mind, but it was halted immediately.
As if someone had pushed him forward, Peter sped over to the sink area before you could even turn around, mumbling something about doing the dishes. You glanced curiously at the smiling telepath who simply gave you a shrug in return.
You bid your farewells to everyone again, Peter’s quip of ‘g’night’ not escaping you either when you went to pat him on the back affectionately.
A patiently waiting Erik tugged at your hand, clasping it in his own as he led you out of the kitchen and up the stairs, swinging your hands in tandem with his.
“You think he’s gonna be okay?” You worriedly asked aloud, suddenly very concerned that Peter wasn’t aware you had been joking. The role you played in his life was somewhat maternal, and you didn’t want him to think you were actually being curt with him.
“Who? Peter?” Erik gave you a sideways glance, “That boy’s smarter than he seems, he knows what you were doing. Don’t worry so much, darling. With how fast he moves, I’m sure his mind has moved on to other things by now.”
You hummed in reply, pleased with his answer. “Sometimes I think you might be the resident telepath with how good you are at reading my mind.”
“That’s just called being married to each other, my dear.”
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“Y/N!” The sound of his sing-song voice was not what alerted you to Peter’s presence, nor was it the sound of his shoes squeaking before he rushed over with his powers, instead, it was the lack of formality. He never called you Professor or anything of the sort.
You never chided him for it, in fact, you’d be lying if you said you preferred the title as a prefix to your name. While many of your students were comfortable addressing you as such, anyone who felt more at ease with calling you by just your name was welcome to do so.
You had a first-year call you Mrs. Lehnsherr back then, when you and your husband were just newlyweds, but Erik was quick to remind them that if they wished to call you by your last name, it was to be Professor Lehnsherr instead, because, in his words, your accomplishments were not to be diminished and should be rightfully addressed.
It led to a whole debacle of mix-ups with two Prof. Lehnsherr’s roaming the hallways, which was a minor problem compared to the confusion of the paperwork.
The days of “Professor Lehnsherr?” “Yes?” “Sorry, not you Professor Lehnsherr, I meant you…Professor Lehnsherr,” had to come to an end, so you settled for whatever it is your students decided to call you…as long as it wasn’t demeaning.
However, no one called you Y/N, just Y/N, but the one and only Peter Maximoff himself.
The young man sped towards you, his hair swaying behind him from the strong gush of wind even as he came to a still in front of you.
“Pete!” You mocked the way he called you, using the same tone.
He gave you a playfully disgruntled look before quickly reaching into his backpack — which looked more like a knapsack, actually — to retrieve a cylindrical object and hand it to you nonchalantly. As soon you wrapped your fingers around it, he sped away again, a quick and impish ‘byeeee’ being the last thing within your earshot before the gush of wind took over your senses again.
It wasn’t until your day ended that you finally had the time to completely relax, stretching your legs and unbuckling your high-waisted, straight-legged pants. You wiggled your toes, sore from being in heels all day, as you relaxed into putty on yours and Erik’s shared bed.
Speaking of the devil — Erik came in not long after, tossing his shoes off and setting his things down on the bench next to your door before throwing himself on the bed next to you, also instantly letting himself relax.
He leaned closer to your side, laying his head on your chest and draping an arm over your stomach. Muscle memory kicked in as your fingers immediately found their way to run through his hair, a familiar habit between the two of you. He closed his eyes as the sweet, heavenly endorphins that came with the satisfaction of your touch washed over his body.
“How was your day?” He mumbled, too lazy to form his words properly.
“Pretty interesting. Finally convinced Logan to come to one of my classes next week. Students have been begging like crazy to meet him.” It was a history project, of which you and the Wolverine were both well-acquainted with, given your ages. “I’m getting the feeling that they think he’s a cooler teacher than I am.”
That made your husband laugh, the sound reverberating as you continued to cradle his head on your chest. “All of the students think Logan is cooler than any of us.”
“It’s not fair, isn’t it?”
“He’s like a mystery, that’s why. Never around long enough to be the one who yells at them for almost burning the school down.” He was talking, but his lips were barely moving and his eyelids were fluttering shut. You smiled softly, trying your best to keep your movements minimal as you continued your ritual to help him sleep.
“Like a cool uncle, then.”
“Yes.” A beat passed, then he spoke again when he remembered what he meant to tell you earlier. “Peter was in my class today.”
“Yeah?” You were slowly falling asleep as well, eyes half lidded and muscles starting to feel limp.
“He spent the whole of it with his head down, though.”
The very image of that made your eyes shoot open, all hints of sleep gone. “Why? What happened?”
It was unlike Peter to be uneventful — he was always doing something , be it throwing spitballs or participating in a one-sided blinking contest with whoever’s teaching in front.
“Nothing.” Erik mumbled groggily. “He was just…working on…something.”
Your skin itched and your eyebrows strained, discomfort firing up every synapse as you went through all the possible reasons. Then, your last interaction dawned on you.
“Honey, I know you’re almost asleep, so can you please hand me my bag on the bench?”
Without saying a word, he raised the arm resting on your body and used his powers to float it towards you, the metal handles clanking together when he dropped it carefully in your grip.
You didn’t have to move your sleeping husband to grab the cylinder you were thinking about, but you did almost startle him when his snores made you lose your grip on the bag.
He didn’t notice, too busy dozing off to even pay attention to what you were currently doing. You quietly unwrapped the roll of paper, barely caring about the sound of it crinkling — you knew your husband could sleep through anything when he was in your arms — since Erik’s snores were louder anyway.
The contents were confusing at first, you had to read it twice to understand that it was a voucher of some sort. With your arm still around Erik’s head, you used what restricted movement you had with your one free arm and just your hand to flip the paper over.
“What is this, Peter?” You mumbled to yourself, reaching for your glasses on the nightstand. Your vision weakened even in your abnormal age, and being far sighted was something you dealt with long before the triple digits hit you.
As if on cue, the answer to your rhetorical question was answered by the scrawling on the back which you recognised as Peter’s boyish handwriting.
‘Sorry for calling you old all the time. You know I’m just kidding. Thank you for always being so cool with me. Hope you like the vouchers for free ice cream. One’s for Erik too. - P.M’
Next to his initials was a doodle of a face with sunglasses on, a two-toothed grin to go with it. It was hard to wipe the pleasant smile off your face, so you kept it on, succumbing to the bubbly feeling. Peter was like a little brother that you couldn’t hate no matter how much you wanted to — you’d even go so far to say he was the son you never had.
You flipped it again, only noticing the name of the store being dairy goods related as you read through it for the third time. It still left you confused, since there was no sign of anything being free printed on it.
That’s when your eyes landed on the italicised font at the very bottom, bold red asterisks between the phrase.
* SENIOR CITIZENS GET 1 FREE CONE . *
Quickly, you turned it around to look at what you thought was an innocent letter written by one seemingly apologetic speedster. You didn’t miss the joke this time, written in very, very emboldened ink, so roughly scratched on the surface you wondered how you missed it in the first place. The smile you had on dimpled into a disbelieving simper.
P.S. HOPE YOU ARE WEARING YOUR GRANDMA GLASSES :D
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i absolutely love your characterization of movie vanessa,, like she is so mentally unwell but also she is full of whimsy!
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The duality of Vanessa Shelly,,
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ewwww-what · 1 month
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an archdevil and a presidential candidate sneak into a gay bar
flatcolor + closeups below :)
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duskstars · 2 years
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Dash & Scoot !!
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In vain I have struggled. It will not do. The past few weeks have been a torment. I cannot complete the essay on how Pride and Prejudice combats amatonormativity through the emphasis on familial and sisterly relationships, and also contains extensive evidence for my aroace Mary headcanon and how Jane Austen inadvertently created one of the first queer characters in British media by 11:59 tonight. I have fought against the threat of failure in the class, my worse judgements, and the great admiration of my beloved feminist literature teacher. I am now in need to ask her to put aside all that and end my agony.
I hate this. Most ardently. Please do me the honor of allowing me to make it into a Tumblr post.
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mirananananan · 8 months
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soooooo......will anyone mind if i continue the modern sarah & ellie sisters au without any context or background?
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talietikasero · 1 year
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i should draw them more
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torchickentacos · 11 months
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oooooooh feeling mad about solidad again
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planet-poptropica · 1 year
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Have you ever drawn Amelia and Baron? I love the casual clothes you design for them all hksnabsnndndbsjjahnsjs sorry for my ramblings-
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⋆ Thank you anon! I love designing casual clothes for them!! It's a fun way to try to portray their personalities! I have drawn Baron before, but it was for an ask. She made a small appearance. I have never drawn Amelia though. ⋆ ⋆ Tbh, I don't tend to draw the new gen Poptropica characters. Not that I have a problem with them, it's just not what I'm used to, you know? I grew up with the old gen, so it's what I'm more comfortable with. ⋆
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asenseofsymmetry · 1 year
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Tegan and Sara holding eye contact during "How Come You Don't Want Me Now".
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inkblot-inc · 1 year
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Okay okay, imagine Wanda trying to get Jaws to take a picture with Santa. She wants all the memories with the new sibling she’s adopted and she is taking it very seriously. Can’t take Jaws to a crowded mall? That’s fine, Wanda asks Nat to steal Tony’s card so they can hire a Santa to come to the compound.
Jaws is more curious than anything when Wanda brings up meeting Santa. I can definitely see her leaving out details on purpose too-
She’s not about to mention sitting on a random old man’s lap to tell him their wishes. She wants Jaws to enjoy meeting him-
Wanda would have taken Jaws to the mall, but there are just too many things that could go wrong T-T
A personal Santa wouldn’t even make a small dent in Tony’s finances, so it's not like he would notice the payment going out-
When Jaws finally meets Santa, it’s a rather civil conversation, seeing as Wanda had a conversation with the hired Santa beforehand so he wasn’t caught off guard.
“So like, do your reindeer have superpowers or somethin’?” “Why yes, yes they do. They’re currently resting up for the big night.” “Sick. How’re you getting into people’s houses though?” “I have contact with the parents beforehand. They don’t really want me coming through the front door. The chimney keeps the whimsey and everything.” “But like, eighty percent of these houses don’t even have chimneys…” “That’s what I keep telling them!” “Do you have a favorite cookie that people don’t set out for you?” “Everyone makes the same chocolate chip cookies, but I’m more of a sugar cookie fan honestly,” “Noted. I got you.”
Wanda's just smiling while taking pictures all throughout, glad that Jaws seems to be enjoying themself. By the end of Santa’s visit, she’s able to get one last photo of Jaws sitting in the recliner she had decorated for today, Santa standing next to the chair with a hand resting on their shoulder, both with smiles on their faces.
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hisnamewasphil · 2 years
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You know what I want next out of the Evil Dead franchise? Kelly, Pablo, Brandy, and Mia all meeting up in the same movie. Also having both Kelly and Brandy refer to Ash as dad.
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denyjesuschrist · 2 years
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everyone on trans reddit is either pre-everything‚ deeply closeted‚ or reactionary 😐 nobody has been transitioning for more than five minutes
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bluefuecoco · 2 years
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Hi! I wanted to say I agree with your take on animal crossing and not needing updates, but there is something about ACNH that makes it lack a certain something in ACNL, WW, etc. Idk if it's just me or the times we're living in that has an impact on it tbh. I found myself going back to playing New Leaf because New Horizons started to feel stale, even though New Leaf has way less in terms of content. I was wondering if you or any followers have felt this way about New Horizons too?
oh friend, i am 100% with you on that! acnh is a shell of what the animal crossing series once was, especially compared to new leaf. My friend says it best when they say it's just a decorating game now. You decorate your house, you decorate your island, and that's it. Where older animal crossings had more of an emphasis on community, both with the villagers AND with real life friends.
Remember in New Leaf when you could go to tortimer's islands, and there were little minigames you could play with your friends? Some were co-op, some were battles. And it just felt like in new leaf, there was more you could do when you visited your friends. Whereas with acnh you can...do what? wander around and admire what your friend has done with the place? there's no interactivity between players in any significant or meaningful way.
ACNH is great in many aspects, it optimized a lot of things and had great quality of life changes and added features. But it definitely feels like some life was sucked out of it for whatever reason...
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aeuriyi · 2 years
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i just need one sisterly moment between helaena and rhaenyra. PLEASE HBO I AM BEGGING YOU.
it can be literally anything, maybe rhaenyra braiding helaena’s hair or something i just know helaena idolises her older sister despite everything her family has told her 🥲🥲
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alicuntisms · 2 years
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the way so many people talk about edwina in the show as the diamond basically reducing her to an object to be won is disheartening. 
#i guess this is my edwina sharma rewatch#we're on off to the races my dudes#and it just hammers home how anthony is edwina's rebellion against kate#and considering the parentification of kate i think the idea that anthony is in part edwina's teenage rebellion makes sense#and yet again i think the fandom just forgot about the conversation that kate and edwina have while waiting for the queen#like you can see even then that she's falling for anthony's performance#that while the little subterfuge with dorset was rude#she also buys anthony's line about how he just wanted to spend time with edwina#kate is the one who thinks that it's anthony trying to make her look stupid#edwina does not#and thus we see the beginning of the cracks in their relationship#i think coming to england really make edwina want SISTERLY advice from kate verus s the mom advice she's probably used to getting from kate#but at this point in their life kate doesn't know HOW to be sisterly without the mother-overtones slipping through#and like i know people are like 'they're sisters! a man shouldn't come between them!'#which is fair#but shit like this happens all the time#both in fiction and the real world#so it's not cray-cray that it's happening here#and like at the end of the day#even though the sharmas are messy as fuck#they just come off a much more interesting/real for me personally#than their book counterparts#there is literally nothing wrong with adding strife to a family dynamic#especially one as slightly complicated as the sharmas are considering their history#i will admit that this didn't come across very well in the show but i personally think it's there#if y'all could just put your biases aside of course#i think focusing on edwina's struggles throughout the series makes sense from a narrative standpoint#the sharmas and the bridgertons are the main families for s2 after all#literally the only sideplot i cannot get behind and resent is the featheringtons#like the way all of that should have been saved for season three will never stop pissing me off
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