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Run To You | Peter Maximoff

Part 3 / 3

Part 1 , 2

Summary: Peter is keeping away from you to keep you and your baby safe, but it's killing him. Vision comes to question him about you and then helps you regain control of your memory. You go to find and reunite with the man you love.

Warnings: pregnant reader

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It had been a few days since Peter had seen you, and it was killing him. Wanda was keeping you away from him, and he knew it. He could see how angry she was on her face. That night, you became lucid only briefly and got under Wanda’s skin. After she guided you out of the house and closed the door, he didn’t miss how she scowled at him as she walked back to the kitchen.

Stay away from her if you want them safe.

She whispered into his head menacingly. Since then, he’s basically been on house arrest, living with some lady named Agnes.

Oh, Petey! How’re you doing today, you little sourpuss?

She called as she entered the attic. He was lying on an old couch, staring up at the ceiling. His mind was racing, but he felt so empty. He couldn’t get that night out of his head. He was so worried about you that warning scared him. He just wanted to keep you and your son safe, but he knew to do that he had to abide by Wanda’s wishes and stay away, no matter how much it hurt.

Owh...

Agnes tutted, pouting at the site of him. Dried tear stains on his cheeks, eyes puffy and red, laid out on the couch where he hadn’t moved in hours.

Still being a big ol’ crybaby, I see.

She teased. He just sniffled and wiped his cheeks with his sleeve.

What do you want, Agnes?

He asked hollowly. She just scoffed and went over to the couch. She grabbed his feet and tossed them on the floor, causing him to turn abruptly into a sat-up position.

Hey what the fu-

His sentence was immediately caught in his throat when he saw who stood in the doorway behind Agnes.

Oh, should I have mentioned that first… whoopsie.

Agnes said sarcastically, pointing to the figure.

Are you Pietro Maximoff?

Vision asked, approaching him. Peter could only stare, mouth agape and eyes full of anxiety.

I- um- ya. Ya, totally robo-bro. What’s up?

Peter said shakily, hesitantly rising from his place on the couch and landing a gentle, playful punch to visions shoulder. Then there was silence. Peter watched as vision stared into his eyes as if trying to read his mind, but he didn’t feel any familiar pokes like when the professor did it. Finally, Agnes cleared her throat.

Alright, well, I think you got this handled; I’m just gonna leave you, girls, here to chat. I gotta go give somebody a one-way ticket to doggy heaven.

She said this quickly and then left the attic, but neither acknowledged nor even really heard her. Once she left, Vision spoke again.

I’m only going to ask you this one more time... Are you pietro Maximoff?

He was stern but not angry. Peter was scared. It was obvious Vision knew something, and he wasn’t sure if he should be honest or play his given part, knowing making a mistake could hurt you and your baby.

I- I’m not...

He whispered shakily. Keeping Visions gaze.

I- I’m Peter Maximoff. I’m- I’m uh- I’m from another d- dimension.

He stuttered, unsure of if he made a mistake.

Who is yn to you?

Vision asked. Peter took a shakey breath.

My uh- my wife. Her name is yn Maximoff. We’ve been m- married for three years. She’s preg- pregnant with our s- son.

He explained, deciding to stick with honesty. Vision only frowned.

Why are you here?

We’re not here to like- hurt you or- or Wanda or your uh- your sons. We were s- sent here. We’re part of a uh- team of mutants. We’re called X-men. We’re just- just investigating this place.

He pleaded. Vision took a moment to think.

Why were you so disturbed upon seeing your wife the other night?

He asked and sat on the couch, gesturing for Peter to join him. Peter suddenly felt more relaxed, like he had passed a test. He was still nervous that if he messed up, it’d put his family in danger, but he also felt Vision wanted to actually have a conversation. He sat down, rubbing his palms on his thighs, then joined his hands and looked at the floor. He spoke.

She’s not supposed to be here...

He admitted. Vision just listened.

We heard of this place and the insane amount of power going into it about half a year ago. I just found out yn was pregnant, and we were so happy.

Peter said, smiling at the memory.

We talked about it, the X-men. We tried to research it from our dimension because the professor was worried that whoever was controlling it would jump to our dimension and pose a danger to us since it was like a shit ton of power. He wanted to take "preventative" action.

He explained, making air quotes with his fingers and looking at vision, who nodded, encouraging him to continue. He turned back to the floor.

Anyway, the power in this place was off the charts, like nothing we’d ever seen, and the professor was worried, so we did everything we could to look into it from our dimension. Eventually, the professor decided it wasn’t enough and wanted to send one of our people here to look into it in person and report back anything we found.

Peter paused and took a shaky breath.

It was supposed to be her...

He admitted looking to Vision, lips pressed together.

Yn was supposed to come. Her mutation is more compatible with the type of power used here, and the professor said she would get the best results the fastest.

He said, his eyes tearing up again.

He sent her here? In her condition?

Vision asked, taken aback for a moment by this professor's lack of compassion. Peter shook his head, turning back to the floor.

No. I wouldn’t let him. At the time, she was almost 5 months pregnant. Just started to show. There was no way in hell I would let her go on this mission in her condition. I didn’t want my family at risk.

He said, jabbing a thumb in his chest and meeting Vision's eyes.

The professor offered to send me with her. I said no I don’t want her going at all. The professor said no, she has to go; she knows about this shit better than anyone.

Peter rambled.

Finally, I said. She’s not going. That’s final. I don’t want my pregnant wife going to another dimension that is this unknown. I’ve been with her for six years. I know about this stuff; she’s taught me. Send me.

Peter said strongly.

So he did...

He finished and Vision nodded.

Why is she here if you demanded otherwise?

He asked, and Peter scoffed, sniffling and wiping his eyes.

I should’ve known better. She’s always been stubborn. Never one to listen to me, or anybody for that matter.

He chuckled.

I don’t know how she got here or when she got here, but that night was the first time I’d seen her in two months.

He cried at the thought head in his hands. Vision just watched with a frown

She's not supposed to be here. She was supposed to be home. Where they’d be safe.

He cried, gesturing forward with his hands.

And I just- I saw that look in her eyes. That empty look. She wasn’t herself, she wasn’t dressed like herself, she didn’t talk like herself. She was-

He cut himself off from continuing. Vision looked on intently, but Peter wasn’t sure if he should continue. Fuck it.

She was under Wanda’s control.

He finally said. Vision was taken aback.

Then we were on the couch, and she remembered me. She called me Pete and told me we were having a baby boy. She let me touch her belly, hold her, kiss her, and… I had her back.

He cried smiling.

Then Wanda came into the room, and she was gone again. And after she left for the night, I heard Wanda in my head. She warned me, saying, "Stay away from her if you want them to be safe."

His tone suddenly turned scared, and he pointed to his head frantically.

So I’ve been here, keeping away, making sure my family is safe in the only way I can think of.

He finished. Vision just sat there as Peter cried. He didn’t know how to comprehend everything he had just been told. He waited for Peter's crying to ease up before speaking again.

Thank you, Peter.

He said, rising from his spot on the couch. Peter followed him with his eyes.

You’ve been most helpful.

He said, exiting the room. Leaving Peter sat there, mouth agape, staring at the now shut attic door. He suddenly felt sick. He was absolutely terrified that he’d done something wrong and worried beyond belief for the well-being of his wife and son.

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You were humming quietly to your baby bump. Wanda was in the kitchen, and the twins were in their room. You were sat in the living room watching your baby bump stretch with every kick your son landed in response to your humming and giggling quietly to yourself.

Yn...

Vision calls gently as he enters the room, pulling in your attention. You smile widely.

Hello, vision. Come here!

You greeted him and waved him over. He listened and came to sit at your side. You grabbed his hand and put it on your bump.

Watch this...

You giggled and began humming again. It didn’t take long for your baby to respond with a kick, and you giggled again.

He’s quite the dancer.

Vision joked with a smile, and you nodded. He pulled his hand away, folding them on his lap.

I would like to talk with you about your husband.

Vision said bluntly. It made your smile falter and stopped your humming. You loosely hugged your bump and nodded.

Ok...

It’s not that you didn’t like talking about him. It was just a painful topic.

Who is your husband?

He asked, and you laughed like it was an obvious answer he should’ve known.

Oh, come on. You remember him. He used to attend Mommy and me classes with us.

You explained simply.

No yn. Who is he?

He insisted, causing you to frown. You thought about it for a moment, but all you could remember were those classes, and even those felt like a dream. You couldn’t remember a name, a personality, or a face.

Um- I don’t know- I- I- think I’m getting confused again.

You said nervously, laughing. Vision shook his head.

When did you find out you were pregnant?

He asked. And you paused again. You had no idea. You began to panic, your breathing picking up slightly. You wanted so badly to remember something... Anything.

I don’t know...

You whispered, your head beginning to pound. Vision watched as your eyes darted across the floor as if physically searching for an answer to Vision's questions.

Why did you come to Westview?

After a moment, he finally asked. His tone was serious. It was like he wasn’t asking you conversationally but rather pushing for the answer, demanding it. You tried your hardest to remember what you were doing here. When you got here. Nothing came to mind besides a memory of your husband saying you should move there. But it felt so wrong, so fake, like it was planted there, which sent you spiralling.

Vision, I’m going to Agnes’ for an hour or so. I’ll be back shortly. The boys are in their room, and lunch is on the stove.

Wanda said cheerfully. He responded by standing and giving her a quick goodbye kiss, hoping she wouldn’t notice her best friend regaining her self-control. He said, guiding her to the door.

Oh, yn would you like to come?

Wanda quickly asked, but Vision moved between Wanda and yourself again.

Darling, yn and I are engaging in a rather enjoyable discussion regarding existentialism. I’d prefer to continue it.

Vision explained, and Wanda chuckled, rolling her eyes and moving to the door.

Oh, you big thinkers. Alright, I’ll let you get back to your oh so important discussion.

She said teasingly, and Vision smiled, opening the door for her.

Thank you, darling. Have fun.

He said, and she quickly waved to yn before heading out the door.

Vision...

Yn called desperately from the couch. He closed the door, turning back to yn He quickly responded to her call by sitting back beside you and comfortingly rubbing soothing circles on your upper back.

Vision, my head feels like it’s going to explode. I think I’m going to be sick.

You whined, grabbing your head as tears rapidly ran down your cheeks. You didn’t remember anything but a simple fabricated backstory. The more you tried, the worse your head pounded and spun.

It’s alright, yn. Keep going.

Vision encouraged. Going where? What does he want from me?

Who are you?

He asked, pulling your hands from your head and placing his in their place. Looking directly into your terrified, tear-filled eyes.

Who are you?

He asked again, the stone embedded on his forehead glowing slightly. Then it all came flooding back. Memories of Peter, your wedding, the X-men, the X-mansion, the mission. Your whole life returns in a tidal wave of emotion. He could see that you remembered. He saw how your eyes suddenly shone with a light that hadn’t been there previously, a missing consciousness because of his wife. Your breathing was ragged, and you pulled back from him, looking frantically around the house. Confused and scared.

Who the hell are you?!

You spat, but your voice gave away the fear you hid behind a brave facade.

Where am I?!

You demanded, yelling and slowly standing from your place on the couch. A protective hand on your bump.

My name is Vision. You must be yn Maximoff.

He said cautiously, slowly extending a hand to you. You looked down at the hand and then at his eyes, a frown settling on your brow.

How do you know me?

You asked. Vision retracted his hand and cleared his throat.

I am an acquaintance of your husband, Peter Maximoff.

He explained. The frown disappeared from your face, replaced by a look of shock and relief as your mouth fell agape. Vision suddenly felt his mind being poked and prodded.

Are you reading my mind?

He asked curiously, not concerned by the blatant disregard for his privacy but intrigued. The sensation stopped, and your mouth snapped closed.

No. I can’t read minds.

You said.

I’m reading your life.

You explained. Vision frowned and gestured, encouraging you to elaborate.

I can tap into your experiences, past, future, and present, like jumping through a timeline.

You said cautiously. He was impressed. He had to admit that kind of power fascinated him.

Is that all you can do?

He asked, and you shook your head.

I can manipulate memories, force you to relive them and make false ones. My mutation is reminiscent of what you would call divination magic in this dimension... Where’s Peter? Take me to him.

You demanded. Vision took a moment to comprehend all he’d been told, then considered your request.

I will take you to him.

He agrees, and you release a sigh.

But first, I must tell you all you have missed. He said, sitting on the sofa and gesturing to the spot beside him. You hesitated, but eventually, your curiosity got the better of you, and you joined him, eager to listen.

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His foot was tapping. No, it was racing. Since vision left, it hadn’t stopped moving. He didn’t know what to do or if he did something wrong. He thought he was doing the right thing. Vision seemed so open to wanting to see the truth, and when he left, he was angry. Or was he? Peter couldn’t remember, and he’d gotten to that point where his mind was making stuff up. Maybe Vision wasn’t angry. Maybe it was a test, and he failed, and now vision was going to hurt you just like Wanda had warned. God, his whole body started to buzz at the thought. His first instinct was to race to you before vision found you, grab you, and take you as far away from this place as possible. He decided against it, though, when he really thought about it. He knew nothing about this place or the power that controlled it. For all he knows, Wanda could already hear him planning and be preparing to interfere before he even has the chance. It’s safest to stay. Especially if she’s watching him, he doesn’t know the extent of her power and doesn’t want to test it. Maybe you should’ve come originally. You probably would have already gathered all the data you could and been home. But he came, and now it’s been two months, and you're here being mind-controlled. It was his fault you’re in danger. He began to cry again. He was drowning in his fear, sadness, and guilt. His brain and sobs were so loud he didn’t hear the footsteps racing up the stairs or the attic door being opened. He didn’t hear your soft, broken gasp at the sight of him or your gentle but urgent steps toward him. But he heard your voice as you kneeled before him and felt your touch as you reached for him.

Pete...

You called concerned. His head shot out of his hands, and his eyes met yours. He was frozen for a second, stunned that you were here and that you remembered him. The moment your palms cradled his face, he fell off the couch to his knees on the floor in front of you and pulled you into a tight, desperate hug. You reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his neck and raking your hand through his hair.

Baby, I’m ok... We’re ok...

You consoled concerned. Rubbing your hand up and down his upper back. He just squeezed tighter, burying his face in your neck, crying. He was so relieved that he fell apart in your arms.

I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.

He whispered like a chant, over and over. You just shook your head, pulling back. He reluctantly let you go, and you cupped his face again, using your thumbs to wipe his tears. You shushed him.

It’s not. It’s not your fault. I came here of my own will, and Wanda took control of my mind. You didn’t do anything wrong.

You explained, and he shook his head.

I did! I left you there! I hid! I stayed away! I wanted to grab you and run, but I was a coward!

He cried, and you smiled sadly at him.

Vision explained everything. You did it to protect me. To protect us.

You said, taking his hand with one of yours and guiding it to your belly. His fingers spread as soon as he felt it under his palm. Wanting to feel it as much as possible to assure himself you both were ok.

It’s ok Pete...

You comforted him. Rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. His breathing began to slow, and his cries stopped. A stray tear sneaks out every now and then.

If you came originally like Charles wanted, none of this would’ve happened.

He said, looking at your belly.

You don’t know that. This is bigger than any of us thought. If I had come, I might have been stuck here. Under Wanda’s spell. Unable to break out because I didn’t have you.

You explained. Your silver lining outlook not going unnoticed by him. It’s one of the reasons he fell for you. You could always find the positive in any situation. He smiled gently, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into a crushing kiss full of love and desperation. You were surprised, but it didn’t take long for you to melt into him. Missing this physical contact you’ve been deprived of for the last two months. When you finally pulled away for breath, your foreheads were pressed together, and you smiled lovingly at each other. You were happy to have found your husband. Safe. Alive. And he was happy to have you back in his arms, relieved you and his son were finally where you’d be safest. With him.

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the superior Peter

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The Party (Peter Maximoff x reader)

Warnings: Underage drinking, parties, Candy Crush

Uncertainty tainted my excitement as Mason led me into the huge house containing the party he’d somehow managed to convince me to go to. Blue and red lights burst through the windows, loud music muffled by the thick walls. My stomach tightened when I found myself quickly in the midst of hundreds of drunk high school seniors and juniors. Never that fond of crowds, I clung to Mason. He apparently took notice of the terror I felt and led me to a small group of people sitting at a shitty white fold out table. One I knew, three  I didn’t. I nervously surveyed each one, not meaning to pry into their minds. Only one of them was a creep. Said creep watched me with dark eyes as Mason and I approached. His brown hair was greasy and stuck to his forehead, a very unappealing trait. He grinned at me. I shuttered. His grin disappeared quickly. Mason laughed at the short exchange, and steered me toward two girls that were smiling up at me. I smiled back as a courtesy as they introduced themselves.

By the end of the hour, I had finally met the rest of the “Notorious Four” as Mason called them. They were his friends that caused the most trouble. Lily, the one I’d already met, was the most responsible of the bunch. Henry, Lily’s boyfriend, was apparently a handful and had a habit of getting detentions for talking too much and too vulgarly. Then, we had Nate, the one that was high all the time, and ended up offering me some weed. After I politely declined, Mason introduced his last friend, Ethan. The creepy one. I had smiled awkwardly at him as he did the same to me.

I had eventually ended up in the nearest bathroom, hiding from the loud noises outside. Nursing a beer and a headache I’d gained in the last two hours I’d been there, I sat on the ground, my foot against the door to keep any excited couples out. The door had been nearly breached at least twice now. As a new song kicked up, bass beating my head to a pulp, the door tried to open once more. I groaned. A random guy managed to stick his head through the crack, desperate eyes meeting mine.

“Please–god– share your hiding spot. I’m dying out here.” I raised my eyebrows at the request. “How can I trust you won’t expose me?” I questioned. I barely kept in a laugh as he struggled to push his hand into my sight, pressing his index and middle finger together. “Scout’s honor.” I laughed and pulled my foot away from the door, letting him slip in and shut it behind him. He immediately fell to the floor beside me, his head hitting the wall with a soft thump. The dim, blue lights of the small bathroom made it hard to fully see him, and I tried hard to see if I recognized him.

“Am I that pretty?” He snorted. I laughed and pushed him away. He let out a huff as he righted himself. “If you’re gonna stay in my refuge, I should know your name.” He grinned. “Your refuge? I thought I let you in.”

“Nope. This is a takeover. I’m now the owner of this fine bathroom.” More laughter came out of me around this random guy than in the last year. “Ah yes the fine “Third Floor Bathroom Number 2, led by..” I gestured for him to finish. He slung his hands out in a dramatic fashion and said, “Peter Maximoff!” I couldn’t help the smile that forced it’s way to my face. “Joined by, of course, his trusty second-in-command..” He did a similar gesture for me to continue. I let my arms fly out like his, nearly smacking him in the face. “Y/N Miller!” We both fell into a laughing fit, spilling my drink in the process.

Peter cursed loudly and  snatched the hand towel off of the sink, crouching to soak it up as I scooted away from the spill. In the cramped bathroom, that now seemed a lot smaller, I found myself dangerously close to the boy. He didn’t seem to notice the lack of space between us, or ignored it to save me from embarrassment. Once he had the crappy drugstore beer cleaned up, he slid back into the corner where he was sitting, beckoning me to join him. I sat back against the wall and leaned my head back like he did. I let my eyes close, listening as the bass-boosted music shifted into a smooth electric guitar. My hand began to tap on my thigh with the bass guitar. “I love this song.” Peter breathed next to me. I recognized it as I opened my eyes and turned to him. He had also resumed his head-back position, a smile on his lips with closed eyes. His knee swayed with the beat and his head slightly lolled to the side as he listened to the smooth music. I found myself admiring the stranger before me. He cracked one eye open, looking at me comically. I laughed at the cartoonic action. He grinned at me.

“You know you’re really pretty when you listen to music. Makes a man wanna join you and pray he’s pretty too.” Taken aback by his sudden compliment, I froze a bit. Taking my reaction as a bad one, he groaned and covered his eyes. “Who am I kidding? You’ve probably got a boyfriend, don't you?”

His assumption was wrong. “No.” I said. “I don't.” A grin appeared on those pink lips when his fingers parted to show his eye. I couldn’t help but let my own study his. In the blue light, his eyes looked black, like pupil had melded with iris. I tried to imagine him with conventionally attractive eyes, blue or green, but none fit him as perfectly as this void that made up his eyes. They reminded me of the times I’d lay on my driveway or in the bed of my dad’s truck, staring up at the starless night sky to ask for answers no one could give me. Those eyes made me feel like he could. Like if I stayed long enough with him, he could explain everything to me. He could console that long-nagging part of my soul that's been begging to die with my mother. I wanted to stay with him.

We sat there for hours, sometimes talking, sometimes just listening to the music. I learned he went to my school's rival school, and that he was 16 like me. He had a passion for old video games, like me, and even liked old rock too. I learned more about him in four hours than I had Mason in two years. I learned he didn’t know his dad, like I barely knew my mother. He couldn’t decide if he hated him for not. I told him we could share my dad, and he just smiled sadly at me. I learned he had a little sister named Wanda, and that she was all he had that mattered to him. I learned he was terrified she’d be a mutant, terrified someone would kill her for it. I told him about my powers and how I could help keep her safe. He told me about his too. He was apparently really fast, and demonstrated this by getting us snacks in under a second.

When we were both tired and unwise, Peter heaved a deep sigh, sliding down the wall to lay down, resting his head on my thigh. I raised my eyebrows at the silver-haired boy, and was returned a sleepy grin. I didn’t force myself to smile. “Y’know,” Peter started, “You’re one of the coolest and hottest and nicest people I’ve met.”

“Yeah?” I wasn’t really paying attention to his words if I’m being honest. I was watching him slowly fall asleep on my legs, making them cramp from the position they were in. My own brain was fuzzy enough with sleep to make it hard to focus on anything but the person below me. “Yeah.” He hummed back. “It’d be a shame if I left here without your number.” He gave a goofy grin, eyes crinkling with genuinity. I smiled back, grabbing his phone from where it laid on his chest, Candy Crush still open. I squinted against the bright pinks and whites of the game and pressed the home button. I quickly added my number to a contact, stopping to take a picture of myself, and adding it. I typed my name and pressed done. He took his phone from me, also taking a picture. He sent it to me and looked up at me, mouth slightly hanging open.

“Now there’s no getting rid of me.” Peter’s eyes had softened, his grin turning into a small smile. I let myself play with his hair, my fingers slipping through the silver strands. It was so soft. His eyes closed while I ran my fingers through, pushing it out of his face. A content sigh left him. 

He shot up when my phone started ringing. Barely missing my head with his own, he scrambled off of me so I could reach it. I laughed as I slipped it out of my back pocket. Looking at the screen, I felt my own sense of panic rise in my throat. Dad. I cursed, answering. 

“Y/n Miller, where are you?” My father’s voice was instant, worry and anger drenching it. Ever since my mom died, he’d been constantly worried about me. “I’m still at that party, don’t worry. I just lost track of time.”

Dad sighed. “Just get home before three a.m., please. You have work tomorrow.” I confirmed his wishes, standing up as I hung up. 

“Everything okay?” Peter stood with me, his own kind of worry on his face. I nodded. “My dad just needs me home. I forgot I have work tomorrow.” I explained. “I can run you home.” he offered. I hesitated at the door. The faster I got there, the less stressed Dad would be. I nodded, and he gently placed one hand at the back of my head and the other on my waist. The proximity was noticeable. “Address?”

I told him, and suddenly everything was moving way too fast, and then I was home. Dazed, I swayed in Peter’s arms, nausea flooding my stomach. He caught me and held me steady until I was stable. I gave a breathy laugh, a hand on his shoulder. “That really sobers a girl up.”

He laughed as I stepped away, heading toward the front door of my house. Stuffing the key in, I opened the door to a very large Joel Miller. “Hi Dad.” His eyes weren’t on me, though. They were on the sixteen year-old behind me. “Who are you?” Peter smiled nervously. “Peter Maximoff. I’m–” “I don’t care.”

“But–” “Who is this boy, Y/n?” oh jesus. “His name is Peter Maximoff. He’s a friend. He’s kind, smart and likes the same old man music you do.” I pushed past my father and moved toward the kitchen. “Did he do anything?” My face scrunched up. “God– No Dad!” I pulled the apple pie out of the fridge. “He’s just a friend.” Dad threw his hands in the air. “How should I know? I haven’t seen you all night! Mason came and got you and you've been gone for hours! How do I know you’re not lying to me?” He was panicking. “Dad, no–”

“Do you have any idea how scared I just was?” “Daddy, come here.” I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. “I’m alright. I’m here. If Peter had done anything, you know I’d tell you.” He hugged me tightly, terrified to let me go. “I just lost track of time.” Dad nodded.

“We should both go to bed now.” I offered. He nodded again.

While Dad left to go to bed and I ate my pie, my phone buzzed.

Everything ok?

I quickly added a contact for Peter before I responded.

Yeah, Dad was just worried.

            It was rare that he panicked like that though.

Im sorry for keeping you too long. 

I sighed, putting the rest of the pie away. It’s not your fault. we both lost time.

It wasn’t until I was in bed that he texted back.

for a guy whos got superspeed, i always seem to do that

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Introduction: TVH Blog Rundown

Hey everyone! It's me, Em, better known as @peachesandthings on wattpad. I never really understood why I picked that as my username way back when but then I started promotion The Violet Hour in tiktok comment sections saying "Have you read The Violet Hour by Peachesandthings", and now I can't go back.

Anywho. I think i've been disappointing you all with the lack of content vs what I promised. The sequel completely flopped tbh, I have a really hard time with the idea of anything being as good as the original fic and I had been using Second Planet From The Sun to ease up my writer's block but lets be honest guys, how often have I updated that??? Lmao...

But I genuinely think about the fic all the time. I miss Venus, I miss Peter. And there is a WHOLE world of lore that you guys don't even know because it resides in lost instagram chats with Ziggy who helped me develop and dream up the book. Like the extent to which we daydreamed up is crazy. We went all the way to a crossover with Wandavision and what roles TVH characters would have in that as well as plotting out where Venus is for EVERY single x-men movie and if she isn't there, Sylvia definitely was. The lore is extensive.

So I have this blog. And I am thinking of writing little blurbs instead of a whole other fic. Who knows, I might find the strength to return to the sequel but in the meantime, I feel like giving you odd little glimpses of TVH in short-story, one-shot form might be worth something, might be a little fun n silly. I miss Venus and Peter and I know some of you do as well.

I do want to warn you that I do plan on writing a few things that might be M-rated, so if that isn't your thing, I will have ways for you to detect and avoid that sort of content.

I love you all, thank you to anyone who drops by to this blog and I hope we can get things up and running soon. MWAH!

-Em

[arysbruv]

ERIK AND KID!PETER HEADCANONS YALL

ERIK AND KID PETER. THATS ALL.

Alright so Erik learns about peter and has like split custody with Magda

Erik has referred to Peter as my sweet baby boy ITS CANON TO ME-

Peter wins all the ‘My dad could beat up your dad’

Even if he didn’t have a mutation Erik probably could beat all the other dads-

UNCLE CHARLES AND WINE AUNT RAVEN

Charles and Raven tells Peter embarrassing things his father has done.

Charles also tells him things they did when they were younger (Raven sticks with embarrassing stories)

Raven teaches him how to escape the law

Raven SHOWS HIM ALL THE GOOD MUSIC

Spends time at the mansion and is one of the first students to be enrolled at the school

ERIK MAKES DAD JOKES

ERIK COMES TO ALL HIS SPORTS EVENTS

Peter has been banned from all the running events because he beat everyone (obviously)

Erik to the other students and Charles: Sounds like a skill issue tbh-

Charles: ERIK THEY ARE 8

ERIK TUCKS PETER IN

ERIK TELLS HIM BEDTIME STORIES

ERIK TRIES TO BE THERE FOR PETER

ERIK BEING A GOOD FATHER

[wcnderlnds]

★ — dating peter maximoff | instagram au

summary: you and peter have been together for a while and anytime you post he just has to be chaotic in the comments

yourinsta

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yourinsta is your boyfriend normal or is he @/petermaximoff ?? 😂

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scottsummers when is peter ever normal?

↳ petermaximoff NOBODY ASKED YOU SCOTT

↳ yourinsta WHY ARE YOU YELLING

↳ petermaximoff HOW ELSE IS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE ANNOYS ME

↳ scottsummers i hate you both

yourinsta

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yourinsta when he picks the location for date night and of course it’s at an arcade 🙄

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nightcrawlerreal is good date? 😃😃😃

↳ petermaximoff best date to ever exist in history of dating

↳ nightcrawlerreal 😁😁😁

wandamaximoff don’t let him choose any more

↳ petermaximoff HATER

yourinsta

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yourinsta get you a man who looks good from behind and has the most perfect side profile on the planet 😍 @/petermaximoff

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petermaximoff god really does have his favourites (and it’s me)

↳ yourinsta okay calm down you won’t be able to fit through the doors with your head that big

↳ nightcrawlerreal i will poof you through them if you grow big head, peter!!

↳ petermaximoff i should date kurt instead

↳ yourinsta i ship it 😊

yourinsta

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yourinsta he’s been away on a mission for a few days and i really miss him so everyone has to deal with it. here’s a few photos i took of him when he wasn’t looking. things i learned: never get in the middle of peter maximoff and his peanut butter 🤭 come back to me soon @/petermaximoff

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petermaximoff i miss that peanut butter. and you too i guess (actually miss you more but pfft i have a rep to maintain)

↳ scottsummers peter get off your phone

↳ yourinsta you’re on yours????

magneto it’s quieter without him

↳ petermaximoff wtf da- …damn, that’s so uncool. anyway bye 🏃💨

[silverzoomies]

personally i haven’t lost interest in evan at all i just have a new hyper fixation with a different silver haired cowboy 🙊

evan *cough*petermaximoff*cough* still have my heart and there will always be a place for them

i am mainly just worried about evan’s mental state and how’s he doing because of roles he’s taken from AHS and Dahmer

i personally could not watch dahmer bc blonde evan makes me go WEAK at the knees and i could only see evan and not dahmer 😩

alright...listen anon...imma need you to backtrack for a second there. did you say silver haired cowboy ?? you wanna elaborate on that ?? who's this silver haired cowboy, and where has he been all my life ??

wow. sorry !! anyway, it makes sense for someone to worry abt an actor's state of mind. especially after such an intense role !! i think this review on the letterboxd for dahmer said it best -

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday #evanpeters #actor #PeterMaximoff #Quicksilver #XMen #DaysofFuturePast #Apocalypse #DarkPhoenix #WandaVision #AgathaAllAlong #Wish #tron #ares #ClippingAdam #AmericanHorrorStory #Dahmer #MareofEasttown #RemarkablePower #NeverBackDown #KickAss #TheLazarusEffect

[biggrimace]

School Fight | Peter Maximoff

Summary: Your oldest son Evan has started a fight at school, and you and Peter are called into a meeting with the principal about it.

Warnings: Mention of a black eye, the school system being a bit broken, angry Peter a bit

Word Count: 1855

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Your foot tapped anxiously as you sat outside the office of your eldest son’s principal. He’d gotten into serious trouble after starting a fight at school today, something he still hasn’t told you the reason for. He just sat beside you, eyes cast down to the floor and hands folded on his lap.

You should know better than that, Evan.

Peter reprimanded. He was standing in the middle of the hall in front of the boy with his hands on his hips. His nerves were shot, and he was getting frustrated by your son's lack of response and eye contact. Your arms were crossed over your chest, looking between Evan and Peter, pouting slightly at the angry bruise forming around your son's eye. You hadn’t said a word yet, seeing as Peter was doing most of the parenting for you right now.

You could have seriously hurt that boy, Evan.

Peter-

You tried cutting him off. You can see where he’s going with this and how he was beginning to lose control of his temper.

No, yn- he could’ve.

Peter snapped, gesturing to Evan. His eyes met yours before flicking back to his son's form. You heard a gentle sniffle from your side and turned to your son.

You have super strength, Evan… you know that, right?

No response, only another sniffle.

Right?!

Peter snapped a bit louder and more forceful.

Yes…

Evan cried out gently. That’s when you stepped in.

Ok, Pete, that’s enough.

You said, standing from your seat and moving between Peter and Evan. You knew he was scared; that’s why he was acting like this. He was scared of what could’ve happened if Evan hadn’t held back and of losing his son. You placed your hands on Peter's chest and looked into his anxious eyes.

He knows Peter. It’s ok. The other boy is fine, Evan held back. We should be proud of that. This isn’t helping.

You soothed. Peter just scoffed, shaking his head.

He could’ve really hurt that kid. He could’ve- he needs to know that.

He demanded. You just nodded.

He does. He knows. You told him plenty of times tonight. Why don’t you go for a walk, Pete, to cool off before we see the principal?

He was initially reluctant, but when he took a moment to analyze the look on your face, he knew it wasn’t a suggestion. He walked off with a nod and a final glance at his son. You watched him leave, and once he turned a corner, you returned to your seat beside Evan.

It’s ok, baby. Your dad's just scared.

He only sniffles in response, so you place a gentle hand on his back and rub soothing circles. After a moment, he leans into your side for contort.

Mr and Mrs. Maximoff?

The secretary calls out after opening the office door. Your head shoots up in her direction, and you offer a gentle smile, which she returns.

Right this way.

She guides you. You place a soft kiss on the top of your son's head, then stand from your chair.

I’ll be right back, baby.

You say before following the older woman. You quickly pull out your phone and text Peter that you're with the principal, to which he responds with a thumbs-up. You sit alone in the small, empty office across the desk from the chair the principal will occupy shortly.

Sorry babe.

Peter says as he enters the room, sits beside you, and grabs your hand; he is literally vibrating with nerves.

Hey… it’s gonna be ok, Pete.

You tried to soothe him, squeezing his hand. He looks at you and nods silently.

Sorry folks. I had to finish up some things really quickly. I'm sorry for the delay.

The principal said as he walked in, closing the door behind him. You both nodded as he sat across from you and opened a manilla file with your son's name on it.

So… Evan Maximoff.

He trailed off, reading the report.

He caused quite the disturbance today.

He said, folding his hands on the desk and looking between you and Peter. You nodded again.

Yes, we heard. We’re so sorry about that. We’re not sure what got into him.

You tried to explain nonchalantly. But your nerves were evident in the shake of your voice.

Yes well. None of us are; he refused to explain himself to anyone.

He explained. There was a silent pause before the principal went back to reading the file.

From what I can see, he’s a good kid.

He said, and you sighed in relief.

Good grades, all his teachers like him, active participant in school activities and the classroom.

The man went on, pointing out a few lines of text in the file.

Unfortunately…

He said, looking back at you and Peter.

Our school has a zero-violence policy, so this is a very serious matter that may force us to consider the possibility of expulsion.

He says. Your breath catches in your throat. Peter sits up and scoots forward in his seat.

I mean... Really? Like you said, he’s an awesome kid. Is expulsion really necessary? It’s his first offence ever. He’s in the 11th grade, and this will mess up his whole record.

He argued, trying his best to remain respectful.

I’m sorry, Mr. Maximoff, but I’m afraid-

There was a knock at the door, which cut the man off. He cleared his throat in annoyance and then announced a loud "come in." The door opened, and there stood your son. The secretary stood behind him.

I’m sorry, sir, but Mr. Maximoff here wants to speak with you, she said, nudging the boy into the room and closing the door. Evan stood there for a moment and lifted his gaze.

I’m sorry, sir, for starting a fight today…

He said. The principal nodded.

But I had to.

He said strongly. The principal's browns scrunched curiously, Peter's head fell into his hands in hopelessness, and you just sat in shock.

Explain yourself, baby. Why?

You asked, knowing he’d be kicked out of school if he didn't.

I did it for Sebastian and Franklin.

He said hesitantly, looking at you. Peter lifted his head, looking at the boy. Now, your brows mimicked the principals.

Sorry… who?

The principal asked.

Our twin boys. They’re in 9th grade here this year.

You explained quickly, waving him off. More interested in what your son had to say.

What’re you talking about, Evan?

Peter asked.

They didn't want me to say anything, but they’ve been getting picked on every day for the last two months by some meathead jocks.

He explained angrily.

They shove them into lockers, knock their books out of their hands, and slap the backs of their heads in class. They just torture them, and it’s not ok.

He seethes, his witheld frustrations coming to light.

Then Ryan, that kid I fought with today, broke Seb’s glasses. He pushed him so hard that he fell to the floor, and his glasses flew off. Ryan stomped on them. Franklin tele—I mean, he came to find me, but by the time I got there, Seb was curled into a ball on the ground as Ryan kicked him.

He explained. Your mouth hung open in shock, and Peter's jaw was clenched in anger. You stood from your chair and went to hug your son, to which he hugged you back firmly, burying his head into the crook of your neck. His overwhelming emotions that he was forced to hide out of loyalty to his brothers finally overtook him. Peter turned to the principal.

I thought there was a zero-tolerance policy for violence? Where are the boys who have been torturing my son for the last few months?

He demanded respect be damned when someone messed with his family. The principal clears his throat nervously, playing with his hands.

Yes, well, we do, but unfortunately, no staff members witnessed this. However, there are members of staff who witnessed your son fight-

Oh please...

Peter scoffed, standing.

You’re telling me, with all those security cameras I saw lined up in the halls, you have no evidence of this? I know they’re on! I saw the blinking red light!

He shouts, gesturing angrily with his hands.

Yes, we do have cameras-

So check them! My son does not deserve to be punished for standing up to bullies who have been violating your zero-violence policy for months.

He demands, and Evan pulls away from you to stand by his dad. Peter turns to him.

I reported it, Dad. Like a hundred times but it wasn’t getting fixed. I couldn’t just let Frank and Seb be tortured.

He explained. Peter put a hand on his shoulder and turned back to the principal, pointing at Evan with his other hand.

Is that true? Did he tell you?

The principal began to stutter and closed the file which held the incriminating evidence against his lack of action.

I do faintly recall-

And you did nothing?

You chimed in, upset by the blatant lack of regard for the well-being of your kids.

Uh- well. I- I mean- I’ll tell you what, Mr. and Mrs. Maximoff. I’m going to do a full investigation. I will check the tapes and get a proper report from your boys.

He tried desperately to amend the situation.

And Evan?

You asked, worried about his status at school.

How about a three-day suspension?

He offered. You and Peter looked at each other and then at Evan, all coming to a silent agreement.

Alright, that's fine. But I want this removed from my son's permanent record and investigated.

Peter said, pointing at the man. He hesitated but agreed to it nonetheless.

Alright. Then I think we’re done here. Come on, Evan, let’s go.

Peter said, wrapping an arm around Evan’s shoulders and leading him out of the room. You followed behind. No one spoke until you got to the car. Evan was sat in the back, and you and Peter were in the front. You both turned to him to speak.

Listen bud- um- I’m sorry about how I went off on you in there…

Peter apologized and Evan just sat and listened.

I was just… worried about you and about losing you. I know you can control your mutation, and you know how to hold back, but- I don’t know- I still worry.

He admits shamefully.

It’s ok, Dad. It’s your job. I know you didn’t mean it.

Evan says understandingly, offering a smile to which his father nods and returns.

I’m proud of you, baby. For standing up for your brothers like that when no one else would. We both are.

You said, reaching out to rub Peter's arm.

Thanks, Mom.

Evan responded teary-eyed. Your eyes were beginning to get misty as well. You all sat silently for a moment, taking in all that had just happened before Evan broke it.

Can we go home now, please?

He chuckled and sniffled. You nodded, and Peter turned back to the wheel before shifting the car into drive and heading home.

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[x-childish-x]

Peter maximoff NSFW prompt #3 and #4??

No Remorse

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x gn!reader

Fandom: X-Men

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral (male receiving), teasing

Word Count: 1,058

A/N: Hello lovely! Thank you so much for this request. I really hope you enjoy it and that it's what you were hoping for. I'm sorry it took me so long to get it out! Thank you for all the support and patience! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged!

Summary: After a long day of teasing Peter you decide to finally give him what he's been dying for all day.

(gif not mine!)

You had been teasing Peter all day, relentlessly with no remorse. You left lasting touches, gave him suggestive stares from across the room, and put some extra sway in your hips every time you walked. You knew Peter was watching you all day, and the horny part of you couldn't help but tease him.

Currently, you lay on the bed in your shared room, typing away on your laptop as you finished up a discussion for one of your classes. You knew Peter would be coming in any moment soon, and you were sure that he'd have something to say in regards to your teasing today. As if thinking about Peter summoned him, the door burst open.

"You," Peter snapped, glaring at you, "You... what the hell do you think you were doing today."

You smiled wickedly, as you closed your laptop, "I think I was teasing you."

"Why?"

"'Cause I wanted to?"

You shrugged as you walked over to your desk and set your laptop on it. You spun around with a bright smile on your lips only to be met with Peter standing directly in front of you. He was staring at you intensely, a frown evident on his face despite your adorable smile, looking at him innocently.

"You don't like my teasing?" You questioned Peter, your smile falling into a pout.

Peter huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest, "No. I don't. It's mean. You teasing me all day and not allowing me to do anything."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," You laughed slightly as you grabbed Peter's shirt, "Who said I wasn't allowing you to do anything?" Peter's eyes widened slightly at your proposition. You smiled at his shocked expression and walked backward towards your bed, "Did it ever occur to you, Pete, that maybe I was teasing you the entire day and hoping for something to come out of it?"

As you finished speaking, you pushed him down onto the bed. Peter gulped before shaking his head no, waiting for you intently as you crawled on his lap and settled yourself on top of his waist, straddling him. Peter wasted no time in grinding up against you and allowing you to feel his throbbing bulge. Part of you felt slightly bad, knowing he must've been aching all day.

You make quick work of removing both of your shirts and your pants. You smiled up at Peter as you reached down and massaged his throbbing member through his jeans. He groaned deeply at your touch, his hands fumbling for your hair as you smiled.

"If you don't like my teasing, then why are you moaning?" You teased Peter as you palmed him.

"Please," Peter groaned, "Please, love."

You quickly unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down his legs. Peter quickly shoved them off along with his boxers. You press your lips together gently as you hold in a moan at the sight of his aching member, desperate to get your hands on him.

Peter's moans are music to your ears as you reach out and grip him gently. You can't help yourself as you immediately lean forward and lick the tip of his head.

"Do you like it when I touch you like that?" You asked quietly as you pulled back from him.

Peter groans at the loss of contact, "Love, please. I can't handle any more teasing."

You smile, knowing you made Peter this desperate for your touch as you immediately dive back in. Peter's hands quickly tangle themselves in your hair as your lips wrap around his head, and you suck ever so softly. A throaty moan tumbles from his lips, and he uses all his internal strength to resist the urge to thrust up into your mouth.

You lowered your head, taking more and more of Peter into your mouth until he reached the back of your throat. You groan at the sensation of your mouth being so full, and Peter nearly comes right then and there. However, Peter refrains and watches as you move your head up and down around him, using one of your hands to rub the part of him that you can't fit into your mouth.

Peter tightens his grip on your hair as he moans. Each one of your moans and groans around his cock nearly sends him over the edge, and Peter's doing his absolute best to not come each time your tongue swirls around him. He knows he probably looks a mess, silver hair sweaty and cheeks red as he watches you.

"Fuck," Peter whines, causing your eyes to look up at him. Peter only groans more at the sight of you, your big, beautiful (y/e/c) eyes staring up at him innocently. "Fuck (y/n), love, don't look at me like that, fuck. Don't look at me so innocently with my cock in your mouth."

His words only encourage you to go faster, sucking harder as you swirl your tongue around the underside of his shaft. Peter's moans get incredibly loud, and you feel him drop back into the bed as his grip on your hair tightens impossibly tighter. You feel his veins twitching, and with one last deep suck, you feel him letting go into your mouth.

You moan, your eyes closing on their command as you swallow every single drop that he lets go into you. Peter's hand falls from your hair as he whines softly. You pull back slowly, sucking every single last drop of him off his shaft, releasing him with a slight pop as you lick your lips. Peter watches you with hooded, lust-blown eyes.

You smile at him innocently, crawling your way up to his body before plopping down beside him, "Perhaps I should tease you more often?"

"Don't even think about it," Peter mumbles breathlessly, "Next time, I won't be as nice."

"Please," You laugh before kissing his shoulder, "You'll be putty in my hands each and every time I tease you."

"Then perhaps I should start teasing you," Peter smiled, rolling onto his side and kissing your temple, "See how much you like it."

"No thanks, I'm good."

A hearty laugh fell from Peter's lips as he pulled you closer to his side. He kissed you gently, and you smiled into the kiss. Perhaps teasing was something you should incorporate more often, no matter the consequences.

General taglist: @nowthisisdark @techssexythighs

X-Men taglist: @madison05x

[ghostly-lee]

Peter and doggo 🐶✨

[fushigurosboy]

Stinking Homework

Character: Peter Maximoff Fandom: X-Men Pronouns: he/him  Warnings: none  FEM ALINGED DNI

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“Peter, I’m busy.” Y/N pushed his boyfriends face out of his personal bubble once more, causing the speedster to pout. Y/N had said that the last three times Peter had tried to catch his attention, and it was getting on the speedy boys nerves. 

They had been on a particularly hard mission hours before, and Y/N had promised him some alone time when they wrapped up, a promise he had not kept. Y/N had indulged straight into his homework when they had gotten back to the X-Mansion, giving Peter nothing but a weak and tired smile as he fell back into his desk chair to work. 

Peter huffed and stuck his foot out, hooking the chair, and dragging Y/N away from his work with a smile. Y/N tried to get back to the desk, grumbling about needing to finish a few more questions, but Peter was too fast. The boys were tucked into bed before Y/N could get another complaint out. 

“Peter, I really need to finish that homework,” Y/N whined. He hated not finishing his assignments, the feeling of handing in anything late left a rotting pit of anxiety in his stomach.

“Pshh, stinking homework. You can finish it in the morning, it’s two questions.” Y/N rolled his eyes but said nothing back, turning around to wrap his boyfriend up in his arms with a quiet sigh. 

“You are so lucky you’re adorable, Peter Maximoff.” 

[peterkinkymoff]

Headcanons of Peter Maximoff at an All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet!!

A/N: my first shot at trying this headcanon thingamajig, made this in my spare time so hope ya like it!🖤

ᯓ He’d eat so much that people would shocked and frankly terrified at how much food he is actually able to hold down

ᯓ Peter would DEFINITELY take seconds, and thirds... and even fourths… fifths? If that’s even allowed

ᯓ Would get some sort of dessert afterwards like a cake or a pie (his ultimate fav would be chocolate cake)

ᯓ Dude would ABSOLUTELY go back for more later that day

ᯓ He’d definitely attempt the “eat everything” challenge, then ask for more food as a reward

ᯓ May or may not get a full sized cake and just to be as annoying as possible

ᯓ He’ll most likely drink A LOT of soda for no particular reason

ᯓ He’d hog the drink dispenser because he needs his soda (dude loves his soda fr)

ᯓ He’d for sure eat like a damn caveman, absolutely no manners at all

ᯓ Use all tens and his trusty speed instead of cutlery (don’t bother offering him a spoon)

ᯓ He’d definitely lick his fingers clean, no shame

ᯓ Proceeds to leave a giant mess everywhere he goes, not bothering to clean that up

ᯓ DEFINITELY would put his feet on the table just to get a reaction out of people

ᯓ He absolutely won’t bother wiping his mouth when he’s done

ᯓ Would attempt to sneakily slip some food into his pockets as snacks for later that day

[xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx]

Coming back just to write how disappointed I am that I will probably never see Pietro/Peter on the big screen again 🥲

Also I’m just tired of cameos. They’re cool yes but it’s not funny anymore

[qslovebot]

Rooftop: Peter Maximoff

Summary: AU where you and Peter both go to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters and you never figured out how much he cared about you until he went out of his way to prove it.

Request: peter maximoff sneaking reader out to go get food or boba late at night and they go hang out on top of a building or something and just pure fluff😌

Pairing: Peter x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Food? Mentions of bad mental health

You weren’t doing so great lately. Schoolwork was piling up, your friends were distant, your parents were too far to visit. It was hard to do things alone, but that’s how things were. Even with a roommate, you were alone- they didn’t spend much time in the room, even during night hours.

So you spent hours in your room just trying to catch up on the homework you had acquired over time but found that with the pile sitting there to intimidate and loom, you lacked the motivation. You could hardly do the work for more than twenty-five minutes, but some nights you pushed yourself just so you’d feel good about something. It never felt like an accomplishment because there was always more. It was torment you put on yourself, you were punishing yourself for your mental health destabilizing a little…

The only person at school who saw what was going on was Peter Maximoff. You were friends... kinda. Closer to acquaintances, but you had some classes together, you waved to each other in the hallways. For you it was mostly nothing. He was attractive but you didn’t even think to pursue anything at all. He was… mostly the same way. Maybe a little worse, falling onto the side of romantic ideals, but that was never his intention. Especially not now.

You lay awake, flat on your back in bed in your room alone. No roommate, she was sleeping elsewhere tonight. You stared at the ceiling, trying to let the orange glow of your lava lamp absorb you into it. It wasn’t working. You knew it was past midnight but you weren’t tired, just in bed. Laying alone and sad and numb.

There was a thud on your window, which of course caused you to jump out of your skin. What the fuck was that? You froze in place, waiting to hear anything else and thud, twice this time. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

You turned, just to peer out the window and there was a hand. Whaaaat the fuck? You climbed down from your bunk and looked down, knowing it was a person. You grabbed one of your roommates’ trophies for whatever sport and held it like a weapon. But you caught a glimpse of their face and hair. His face and hair.

You recognized him as Peter Maximoff. Just that one guy you knew but never actually spoke to. What the hell was he doing knocking on your window this late? What was he doing knocking at all? Trusting him through his courtesy of waving in the halls, you opened your window.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You asked. He just seemed glad to have your attention. He climbed the literal ivy on the wall.

“Help me up?“ Was all he said in reply. You were confused, but that was part of what made you extend your hand down to help this guy into your room at a quarter past midnight. “Hey.”

“Hi?” You answered, watching him climb into your room sheepishly. You were only in your sleepwear, a tank top and pyjama pants, so you folded your arms over your chest the moment you set the trophy weapon back down. Peter Maximoff was in your room… what the hell was happening. “Care to explain why you’re thudding on my window this late?”

“I’ve noticed you haven’t been so hot lately. I was thinking maybe I’d make a gesture to kind of… make you feel better? Its actually not really a gesture it’s more a question… for an action.“ He explained, nodding his head. “And in case you didn’t know, I’m Peter.” He held out his hand. He was in your room past midnight, came in through your window, and here he was, introducing himself to you formally. You almost laughed at the oddity of it all.

You shook his hand, “I know you’re Peter. What do you mean by… I’m not doing too hot right now?”

“Oh, yeah, you know. You look sad in class, you’re quieter, and you don’t really wave in the halls much anymore because you’re looking down.” He rocked on his heels while he explained.

He knew something was wrong. He saw it and… he counted on you waving in the halls… that was oddly sweet. “I- I don’t know what to say…”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to get out of here. Just for a bit, you know?“ He shrugged as he asked and you tilted your head for him to explain further. ”How do you feel about milkshakes?” He was hardly letting you even decide if you wanted to go, but that was okay because you wanted to. You weren’t sleeping anyways.

“Best with fries?” You nodded. Peter grinned and without any warning, you were standing outside of a McDonald’s. Oh right, Peter was fast. He let you go and immediately your ankles gave out from the lack of coordination your body lacked. Body not attached to a head. Peter, of course, reflexes just as fast, reached out to steady you before you hit the ground.

“It’ll pass. Most people are fine after a minute or so.” He assured you, smiling in the light of the large letter m. You looked down, realizing that in Peter’s speeding he’s quite literally put you in one of your sweaters. Not only to keep you warm but because you were in your sleepwear still. That was sweet too… “Y/n? What do you want? You don’t need to come inside, there are people in there and I don’t think you like them very much so you can sit here.” He gave a knowing grin.

“Vanilla?” You answered. How peculliar it was that you agreed so fast and Peter was treating you as an old friend. You grinned, sitting down on the curb whilst he went inside. He cared about you, that was obvious, but… why? Why was he the only one who noticed you deteriorating? Someone who you never spoke to, only knew of… cared for you more than anyone else did at the moment. You grinned and put your face in your hands, just feeling it all. Wow.

“Vanilla,” Peter was back already. ”Hey, you okay?”

”Oh yeah,” you smiled, removing your hands from your face so he knew you weren’t upset or anything. "I'll pay you back."

"Don't worry about it," he replied too casually, swaying. There was a sweet breeze that blew your hair around your face and you took the very cold cup from him when he offered. But then in a second more, he had you elsewhere.

“Fuck!” You breathed, trying to steady yourself from the unexpected speed again. Peter kept his one free hand on your waist, just to steady you. You weren’t super aware of it, but you felt it. It was okay, too, you needed some sort of grounding for a second.

He chuckled as you blinked away the dizziness. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I should have warned you.” His hand left your waist and it was when he backed away from right in front of you that you could see where he’d taken you to.

It was still the city, but higher up. An apartment building, maybe, but it was surprisingly quiet and god, the lights. Milkshake in hand you walked over to the edge slowly, just trying to comprehend everything. The slow rushing sound of traffic in the wind and the glowing squares of thousand different lives. That same soft breeze blowing around you, and you wished you had a camera.

“It’s cool, right?” Peter stood next to you. “It’s loud and quiet at the same time and I think it’s cool how each of the windows holds an entirely different life.” You looked over at him, wondering if he’d developed mind-reading too.

”I would probably never leave if day didn’t exist,” you replied. “You notice so much less in proper lighting when it comes to a city.“

Peter nodded and pointed at you with his straw, “Yeah! At night we can figure out who the cheaters are, who is capable of murder, and who the horniest men are, heading to strip clubs and shit.” Broad subjects but truthfully exactly what you were thinking.

”Precisely,” you ate yours with the plastic spoon provided. “How’d you know to go here?”

”I don’t know, it was just high up so that you could get another viewpoint. Maybe if you were up… you wouldn’t be so down?” He shrugged and you looked back at him and he stared back, dark eyes wide and innocent, but not a creepy stare, a content one, with a smile.

“How come you noticed I was down? Why not just go about your day?” You inquired, taking another bite.

“Probably because I’ve had a crush on you since last semester,” he didn’t even hesitate to say his answer and he continued on with his milkshake as if he’d just said the most casual and acceptable thing to say ever. You were blinking again to try and comprehend…

So he liked you. Like that. And he liked you the way you were currently and that was typically not appealing at all. He saw something was wrong because he saw you as yourself, he saw you not smiling because he wanted you to smile. That would be why he counted on your waves in the hall. It would explain why he cared enough to act on it. He was sweet and when he’d touched you earlier you felt something too, but you didn’t know enough yet.

“Oh shit and it’s okay if you don’t like me back,” he made sure you knew it. ”I think you like me a little so I just have to wait for that to grow.” He shrugged that off too and you laughed a breathy and laugh, covering your face with your hands. He was so sure.

”Why?”

“Why what? Why do I like you or why do I think you like me?” He leaned against the edge, just sipping away.

“Both,” you chuckled.

He grinned a gorgeous, dimpled grin. “You know the answers in class and you’re nice to people and… I think you’re kinda hot, to be honest.“ You grinned with him now. “And if you didn’t like me a little would you have even let me in your room?” He had a point. Oh no.

"Fucking hell," you took a full bite of your milkshake, just to think about that. Peter was obviously trying not to laugh, a few chuckles escaping as you stared into the distance blankly. But then you turned back to him, swallowing hard. "Are you sure you like me?"

He nodded immediately, eyes kind and warm. Your hair blew around your face again softly and you found yourself smiling again. "Yep. That aside, though, are you feeling better at all?"

You were. Someone was not only caring about you, but they liked you. Peter liked you... you would have him. Not fully, not yet, but... you still did. "I do feel better, yes, thank you." He grinned back. "It feels good to have someone to talk to again."

"Glad I could be of service." He nodded.

And from there you spoke until some time around 3 am despite school the next day and despite hardly speaking before, you got along like you'd always known each other. Hardly even two feet apart, laughing, talking, joking until you were tired.

He said goodnight with a knowing smirk at your door and he said, "See you tomorrow," with that everyday wave and you waved back, smiling your own smile with a bit of heat to your cheeks. Then he was gone and you crashed in your bed again, smiling to yourself still. You would see him tomorrow.

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