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only one bed

dialogue prompts

"I guess someone needs to sleep on the floor."

"This will not be awkward at all."

"We're both adults, we can sleep in one bed."

"It does look like a very comfortable bed..."

"One bed is one thing, but only one pillow and one blanket?"

"You will survive sleeping next to me for one night."

"We're both tired, so please just get in."

"It's not like we haven't slept together before."

"This totally does not feel like the movies."

"I will take the couch, it's no problem."

"Quit acting like I have the plague."

"Just put a pillow between us."

"No one needs to sleep in a bathtub, that's ridiculous."

"I don't want to freeze, so just let's get it over with."

"We're friends, this doesn't need to be weird."

"It's just for one night, we can handle that."

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Hi I just wanted to say Ride Home is SO CUTE and I’m super excited for part two :))

Thank you!!! It’s in the works!:) Xx

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Forever grateful for the love you all have shown this post it means everything:,)

Character Quirks

 Peter Maximoff

-Can’t sit still

-Constantly has ear buds in, even when there isn’t music playing

-Cracks his knuckles all the time

-Laughs at his own jokes

-Humming, all the time

Kurt Wagner

-Doesn’t understand personal space

-Over salts/seasons his food

-Loves holding hands

-Is jumpy and anxious 

-Talks through movies

Hank Mccoy

-Yawns loudly 

-Squints a lot

-Looses important things, like his glasses

-Gets excited about everything

-Calls rather than texts

-Always matches his socks

Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

-Talks in his sleep

-Over shares everything that happens to him

-Needs reassurance

-Is horrible at naming movies, places, people, ect. refers to them generally and expects you to know what he’s talking about

-Is a horrible liar 

-Refuses to hurt any animal, even insects

Bucky Barnes

-Is somehow never cold, AKA you always get his jacket

-Hands often clenched in fists without him realizing it

-Walks with long strides

-Reads every night

-Doesn’t understand Slang

Barry Allen

-Always smiling

-Never takes anything too seriously 

-Talks too quickly

-Licks his lips a lot

-Buys you flowers to make up for every mistake

Steve Rogers

-Stands with his hands behind his back

-Rarely curses

-Doodles a lot

-Gets excited about references to old things

-Always knows how to get places

Erik Lehnsherr

-Sometimes speaks in broken german 

-Uses his eyebrows when speaking (raising them, furrowing them, ect.)

-Never sleeps in, meaning breakfast in bed for you

-Prefers listening 

-Is great at card games

Charles Xavier 

-Has an impressive vocabulary 

-Answers his own questions 

-Knows a lot of useless facts

-Constantly quotes things 

-Loves bad jokes and always laughs at them

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I love your Kurt Wagner dating hc but I can't find your masterlist. Can you help me?

My master list is linked in my bio but I do need to update it quite a bit!:) Xo

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Ride Home (pt. One)

Prompt: Imagine Peter Parker picks you up at a party when you’re too drunk to get home yourself. Word Count: 1287

A/N: Long time no see:) This will be a two-parter due to it being a bit long .

Note: There is the theme of alcohol use and drunkenness within this story, but it will remain completely wholesome and consensual with no NSFW content. Enjoy!

Y/N POV

The first thing that tipped you off that you may have had one too many Jell-O shots was the way the room was beginning to spin, the second was every time you tried to speak to someone, your words came out in a messy jumble of noises. There was no way you could call your parents at this time of night, or looking like this. Despite being a senior in high school, and nearly in the land of booze, university, the “we’re just disappointed” speech was not one you were too keen on having tonight.

You opened your iMessage and glanced at the last person you’d spoken to. Peter P. the name read. You squinted at the messages, trying to remember what the two of you had been discussing. Physics, Bio, it was one or the other. See Peter and you were school friends, despite the way you stared at the back of his head in class, or often caught his eye across the lunch room, there wasn’t much more there. Sure he’d walk you to class and excitedly chase you down in the hall to ask how you did on a test, and could explain to you physics for hours on end, the two of you had had little to no contact outside of the tragic halls of high school. 

At the moment though Peter may as well have been your knight in shining armor, for as the drunkness began to reach its peak, you knew you needed to call someone. Call or text? Your brain juggled the two options for a moment, not well, but it did and landed on call. 

You found the nearest couch after pushing your way through a few people, including one couple making out, and practically collapsed onto the floral print sofa.

Then with more effort than typically required for such a simplistic task, dialed Peter.

“Hello,” you could practically hear the smile in his voice, he was unusually upbeat for the most part. The smile was intertwined with a confused tone, and rightly so, why would the girl who sits two seats behind him in AP Bio be hitting his line at nearly 2 a.m.

“Petether!” You slurred with a little too much enthusiasm. You meant to nail the “t” sound in his name, but the alcohol had the nerve to run the letters together creating an “s” noise, giving way to the fact that you were clearly fucked up to some extent.

“(Y/N)?” he questioned, “I don’t think Mrs. Meyers has put in the test scores yet, she seems like the type to be in bed with her nine cats at 8 p.m.”

You assumed the alcohol had lowered your standards for jokes because you let out a small laugh at his line. Okay focus, you thought to yourself, now is the time to ask, also I really have to pee, you tried to regain your train, secure ride now, pee later, you promised your drunken alter ego, which could be equated to a toddler. 

“Acthually, I has a question please,” your words jumbled together as you spoke into the phone.

“Hey are you okay,” you could suddenly detect a note of concern in his voice.

“Yes I’m great,” you giggled, “a littttllleee drunk, but good.”

“Okay, so I’m guessing this was an accidental dial,” Peter laughed, but you swore you could hear a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“No, no,” you suddenly became worried he was going to hang up. “I was wondering if you could give me a ride, I’m drunk and have nowhere to go.” You realized how lame that sentence sounded once you said it, and what a big ask you were making, but it was the truth, no matter how slurred it came out. There was silence on the other end of the receiver and for a moment you thought he hung on up you. You wouldn’t blame him if he did.

“Yes, of course, I can do that, send me your location.” Your heart immediately soared as he said these words, you quickly shared your location, and then he spoke again. “Actually Aunt May is not gonna be here so you can…” You didn’t hear what he had to say next however because at that moment you felt your eyes sliding shut and a wave of drunken sleep wash over you as you passed out on the couch. 

Peter POV

If one could inconspicuously swing through the streets of Queens in their old school crewneck, high tops, and jeans, Peter would do it, and maybe he could of, but swinging back with a girl, maybe wouldn’t fly. He also imagined drunk web-slinging to be a nightmare and one that would end with copious amounts of puke. Still, it would’ve been faster than sitting in this godawful traffic. Why was there even traffic at this hour?? Peter had no idea. 

He ran a hand through his thick brown hair. He couldn’t believe she called him. Him of all people. Sure they texted about homework and chatted in class, he also may of known her exact route to her second period so he made sure to pack up his bag in his first early every day so he could walk with her, but still. 

It took about fifteen minutes before he reached the apartment. He could hear the music blasting from the street. He parked the car and took a deep breath, he was never one for parties, mathletes, sure, parties, no. 

He climbed the thick concrete stairs until he reached 3B. He knocked on the door, but then realized that was probably stupid and pushed his way inside. The scent of weed and booze immediately overwhelmed his senses. 

He turned to the nearest person he could find, eager to leave. “Hey have you seen (Y/N)?” he asked a girl with thick eye makeup and chunky black combat boots, he felt like he recognized her from the halls at school, but he wasn’t sure. She shrugged at him and turned back to her friend. He would have to find (Y/N) himself. He carefully scooted around people until he got to the living room. 

There, on a clearly thrifted, floral print couch, she lay with one arm off the sofa and her hair tangled in her face. Peter took another deep breath. She was beautiful, hands down the most beautiful in their school, and at that moment he just wanted to help her. It took him a second to see there was a guy sitting at the end of the couch. He had pulled (Y/N)’s feet into his lap and was leaning over, brushing her hair and whispering something quietly to her. Peter felt his stomach churn. He took three strong strides up to the couch and knelt down in front of her face.

“(Y/N)?” he spoke softly, shooting a strong side-eye to the guy at the end of the couch, “you ready to go home?” Her eyes fluttered and she looked up at him from under long dark lashes. 

“Pether,” she slurred, the same way she did on the phone and offered him a dopey smile. He smiled back and felt his stomach flutter a bit. 

“Alrighty then, we’re off like a herd of turtles,” he stated, making her giggle. She was clearly in no condition to walk so Peter scooped one leg under her legs and the other under her back, carrying her bridal style. 

“Wheeee,” she mumbled with a small smile. 

“I hope you’re having fun,” Peter huffed.

“I am,” she chattered back, swinging her feet. 

Peter carried her down the steps of the apartment and back out to his car. 

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youre my fave blog and i only just found you

Thank you so so much! Much love during these touch times this means a lot!! Xx

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It's been,,, 84 years

Honestly it really has

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Sleepless- Peter Maximoff x Reader

Request: Could you write something with Peter Maximoff comforting a tired reader? Like, I am super tired, so I don't really care if it's short (I probably wouldn't like to read a long one XD) Tired in a physic and mental way, because of school or stuff idk... Please??

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m unsure who requested this, it has been sitting in my drafts for a while, but thank you so much!!

You woke to a puddle of drool on your text book, and a hand gently shaking you.

“(Y/N),” It was Peter’s hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of your study-induced-coma. 

“What-” you rubbed your eyes, still groggy from your impromptu nap, and glanced at your surroundings. Your Bio textbook lay open in front of you, and piles of papers covered the desk you were working on. “What time is it?” You blinked sleepily at Peter, stretching your arms above your head.

“Almost one in the morning,” he raised an eyebrow at you, “what are you doing in the library so late?” 

“Clearly attempting to cram in one last session before finals, and unsuccessfully too,” you huffed, closing your text book with a defeated sigh. You rested your head between your arms on the table with a groan, you really were exhausted.

“What about you, what are you doing up so late anyways?” You tilted your head to the side, studying Peter’s face. There were pale circles etched under his eyes.

“Ya know, just here to rescue my girl from spending her night using a textbook as a pillow,” he said with a small smile. You returned the grin, although it was a little forced. You knew Peter hardly ever got enough rest, his mind constantly running a mile a minuet kept him up more nights than not. Most nights he just wandered the mansion unable to sleep. 

“Come on,” Peter suddenly stood, “we could both use a goodnights sleep.” You almost protested, you really should study, if only for thirty more minuets, but then you felt Peter’s strong arms quickly wrap behind your knees and around your back, lifting you easily. 

“Peter,” you laughed, lighting smacking him on the chest, “I can walk you know.”

“I know, but thank god you have an incredible boyfriend to carry you,” he said with a confident wink.

“Right, how could I ever repay you?” you laughed.

“I’ll think of something,” he said laughing as well. 

It was a short walk to your room, just down the hall. Peter set you down gently in your bed.

“Thanks, for real, you saved me from waking up to an awful crick in my neck,” you smiled.

“Anytime.” He grinned turning to leave.  

“Peter-” you called, chewing your lip for a moment before adding, “you can stay if you want.” You thought about him wandering the halls for another hour or two before returning to his bed to maybe get thirty minuets of rest. He was quiet for a moment before he kicked off his shoes and crawled into the bed next to you.

“Thanks,” he said softly. He was resting on his back, eyes closed, and you could hear the appreciation in his words. You snuggled closer to him, laying your head on his chest.

“Anytime,” your whispered back, closing your eyes as well. 

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aHHHHH THE QUEEN OF FANTASTIC MUSIC TASTE AND WRITING IS BACK HOW ARE YOU??

MY GODDDD YOU ARE ALL SO KIND!!! Thankkkkkk you I’m doing very well, weighed down by the atrocity that is finals, but other than that really really great :) also thank you for the comment on the music that just made my night! And also how are you?!!! Xx

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Bitch its been 17 years

Righhhhhhttttttt honestly it might of even been closer 84 years ;)

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hi! i just made a side blog for marvel and wrote an imagine for peter maximoff and id love an opinion on it but no one really follows me since i’m so new. my blog is @qeterqujll and the imagine is called panic room (it’s one of at least two parts). i’d love it if you could tell me what you think, but if you don’t want to i completely understand. thank you!!

Hey I just read your piece and it’s fantastic! You’re an incredible writer! I highly recommend that everyone check out this anons blog and read their work!! Thanks for sharing I really enjoyed it :) Xx

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bRO IMAGINE PETER MAXIMOFF DOING FACE MASKS W YOU AND YOU CURLING HIS HAIR AND PAINTING HIS NAILS BLACK . I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD BE SO INTO IT BUT SO IMPATIENT,, MY POOR LITTLE SPEEDSTER

OMGGGGG I’m Living for this!! The whole time you were trying to paint his nails he would definitely be all fidgety and you’d keep having to remind him to sit still :) this is so so cute I love it

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Guess who’s back, back again....

Holy shit you guys I’m absolutely overwhelmed by the love and support you’ve all shown for this blog. Sorry I’ve been on hiatus for wayyyyy too long, but I’m ready to jump back into writing I think :) Thanks again I really do appreciate every single one of you!! Xx

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yooo! hey there, I'm a new follower n I just wanted to stop in and say I rlly love ur blog and ur playlist is my fav thing. have a nice day!!

wow that is so so sweet thanks so much, I know I haven’t been on this blog in a while but I really appreciate that, and I’m glad you love the music!! I hope you have a great day as well! Xx

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What are the differences between imagines, prompts, preferences, drabbles, one-shots, & short stories?

Hey there! This is my best perception/idea of the things you list above, I hope this helps! :)

Preference: A couple of sentences about a scene/situation with any character.

Short Story: A short tale about some type of plot/situation/conflict involving the reader x a character 

One Shot: A story of any length (short or long) involving a single plot in relation to the reader x a character 

Imagine: Usually like a shorter one shot, an idea with maybe a couple of lines describing how said idea might play out or what it might involve

Drabble: Similar to an imagine a drabble is basically just a short story or description of a situation, a more confined story, usually more informal

Prompt: An idea for a story proposed by a writing, a reader, or from some sort of prompt list

I hope this helps! Sorry if my descriptions aren’t perfect, this is my best understanding of these things! Xx :)

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Suggested movie & shows: Father Brown, Z Nation, & The Longest Yard (2005) all of which can be found on Netflix if you have one.

Awesome!! Thanks for this I'll def check some of these out!!!!! Xx :D

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Would you do Game of Thrones requests if someone were to request it?

Ugh I'm really really sorry, but I have not seen Game of Thrones, I wish I could though, maybe one day! Xx