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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

[peterstwinkies]

Boyfriend material

[theviolethourau]

Introduction: TVH Blog Rundown

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Em

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★ — 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 -

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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.

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Run To You | Peter Maximoff

Part 2 / 3

Part 1 , 3

Summary: It's just an average day in Westview. Wanda invites you to dinner, and when you show up, you are greeted by an unfamiliar guest, but he seems to recognize you.

Warnings: Pregnant reader

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It was a beautiful day, but when isn’t it. You loved Westview. You have since you and your husband moved here so many years ago. He used to say it was the perfect place to start a family. He was right of course, he usually was after all. And when you discovered you were pregnant, you were just so happy over the moon. He read all the baby books and used to go to all of your mommy and me classes with you. He was so excited to be a dad. That’s what made his death even more heartbreaking. He’d never meet the child he was just so excited to love. You were alone now. You read all the books you didn’t have to before because he had attended classes by yourself, keeping your gaze down and away from the curious eyes of the other couples who had noticed his absence. One couple in particular took a special interest in you. The woman especially, like she understood you and wanted to be there to give you any support you needed. That’s how you met Wanda. She approached you as you sat alone in that class and struck up a conversation. She asked about your husband, and you reluctantly told her everything, reliving all of the pain. She gave you a sympathetic look and listened as you spoke until you had nothing to say. You then both talked about your pregnancies and your anxieties about it, and from then on, it was an inseparable bond.

Here yn, I got you a little something for the baby.

She said excitedly, interrupting your thoughts. You were sat outside a cute little cafe, your usual hangout spot, having a small lunch. She smiled brightly, handing you a bag with a bow on it. It wasn’t anything special—an old diaper bag full of clothes that her sons used to wear when they were babies—but you were grateful nonetheless.

Oh, Wanda, this is too much. Thank you!

You said, gently placing everything back in the bag and lowering it beside you on the ground.

Oh, it’s nothing. The boys are 12 now, so I have no need for that. Besides, your baby should be here soon, so you’ll need it more than I will.

She brushed off, taking a sip of her coffee. It was hard to believe her twins were already 10. It felt like only yesterday day you were in mommy and me classes excitedly talking about when your babies would be born-

Wait 12? But I’m still pregnant. How are her kids 12?

You suddenly thought to yourself. Your mind was absent of explanation, and a terrifying sense of confusion overtook you.

Where am-

So when are you going to tell me the gender?

She asked.

What-

You said breathlessly, taking a moment to look around and see if you recognize your surroundings.

Are you alright yn?

Wanda questioned, placing her coffee on the table. Her tone wasn’t the type of concern one would have for a friend's well-being but rather of interrogation. Then it was quiet. Your mind was quiet like someone snapped their fingers and brought you back from your confused state.

Yn.

She calls out bluntly with a straight face. You take a moment to compose yourself before gently shaking your head and chuckling.

Yes. Sorry, Wanda, I don’t know what happened. What were you saying?

You say, bringing your hand up to rub your temple.

I told you those pregnancy hormones are crazy.

She laughed, and you joined in, dropping your hand down to rub your belly.

Never mind. You must come for dinner tonight; the boys would love to see you!

She pushed, and of course, you couldn’t say no. You loved the Maximoff twins.

You know I’ll be there. How could I refuse?

You said and she laughed along with you. You both continued your conversation, enjoying the rest of your lunch date.

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I’ll get it!

You heard Wanda yell from inside the house, and then the door flew open, and you were met with your best friend. She looked exhausted but smiled and welcomed you in.

Are you ok, Wanda? Are the boys driving you crazy again?

You chuckled lightly after you walked into the house, then turned back to her as she shut the door and turned to you with an exhausted but amused sigh.

No. My brother just surprised me by coming to town.

Your brows furrowed.

Your brother?

She nodded and began heading to the dining room. Waving for you to follow.

Yes. Pietro.

She said sternly as you approached the table and saw him messing around with the twins. The tone immediately got his attention, and he focused on the two of you. That dull headache was creeping back, and you couldn’t pinpoint why, but you began to feel an odd sense of familiarity, relief and fear. Pietro just stared at you. Mouth agape. His eyes flick between yours, your baby bump and Wanda. You couldn’t place the look, but it scared you. You suddenly felt very unsafe, and the pounding in your head slowly began to grow.

Pietro. Don’t stare.

Wanda joked suddenly, but it was demanding. She guided you to your chair, and you wore a fake grateful smile as you tried to work through this episode of confusion and fear that you’ve now experienced twice today. You didn’t want to worry anyone. Pietro intently watched as you sat down. It was almost protective, and then he looked toward Wanda. There was a brief pause before he cleared his throat.

Hey, she's hot.

He joked, shrugging, but his voice shook. Wanda shook her head with a chuckle.

Oh, don’t mind him. You’d think with that super speed you’d be quicker and less obvious when ogling at girls.

Everyone at the table laughed. Your head was pounding though—the same as before but worse. You tried to ignore it, hiding it behind empty laughs and quick smiles.

Peter.

A voice suddenly spoke in your head. It was your voice, but it felt like it came from a past life or a different version of you.

Peter.

It said again, and you tried to gently shake it off. This caught the attention of both Wanda and Pietro.

Peter.

It said louder, and you raised your hand to softly massage your temple.

Yn?

Wanda questioned, but you couldn’t respond. It felt like your head was going to explode.

Yn, are you alright?

She demanded, trying her best to sound concerned. Your breath began to pick up

Yn. Yn. Yn. That’s you. But who are you? What’s your last name. Peter. Peter. Peter. Who the hell is Peter. Why do I know that name? I don’t know Peter. Peter. Peter. Peter. My husband. It was my husband's name, Peter. Peter what. Peter. Peter. Peter. Max-

Yn!

Wanda and Peter yelled at the same time, one concerned, the other angry. Your mind was quiet. The headache was gone, and the terrifying episode of confusion had ceased once again. You slowed your now racing breath and shook your head, letting out breathy chuckles.

Oh god. Sorry, Wanda. Just these pregnancy hormones getting to me again. Now I’m sorry. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Pietro. You must excuse my rudeness. This baby is really messing with my mind.

You laughed, and everyone laughed with you. It felt like a scene from a sitcom. Everyone laughed except Peter, who looked at you concerned.

I told you about those hormones. They drove me absolutely crazy, too.

Wanda said and began diving into her dinner.

Are you sure you’re ok yn?

Peter insisted. His eyes not leaving you. You couldn’t tear yours from his. They felt so familiar, and you just got lost in them.

You wouldn’t understand these things, Pietro. You’re a man.

Wanda teased, tearing your attention back to her. You laughed at her witty banter and dug into your meal. Pietro's concern and your episode were completely forgotten.

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Yn, please. You know you don’t need to do that.

Wanda insisted, grabbing the dishes from you and placing them beside the sink for vision to wash.

Please just go sit. Relax. You’re too pregnant to be helping.

She chuckled, gently nudging you into the living room.

But Wanda, it’s no big deal. It’s the least I could do.

You sighed But didn’t resist her, knowing it would be pointless.

No. The least you could do is relax. Vision and I have this handled. Go sit down with the boys in the living room.

She said in a playfully stern manner, crossing her arms. You rolled your eyes dramatically with a smile and rubbed your belly.

I’m only pregnant. It’s not like it’ll hurt to help.

You joked, and she smiled.

Yes, but you're seven months in now. Go sit down, and let me know if Pietro bothers you anymore.

She said before turning back to help Vision with the dishes. You made your way to the living room. The boys, including Pietro, were playing a video game, and the sound of you walking in grabbed their attention. While the twins only gave quick glances, not wanting to jeopardize their game, Pietro watched carefully as you guided yourself onto the couch.

Uncle Pietro, we’re losing! Pay attention!

Billy whined, smacking his uncle's bicep, drawing his attention back to them abruptly.

Uh...

He stuttered, then snapped back into character.

Sorry, kiddos, your uncles got some business with the pretty lady.

He said nonchalantly, then briskly unplugged his controller and sped to sit beside you. The twins let out some quick whines and protests but it didn’t last long as they immediately got immersed back into the game.

Hey there beautiful.

Pieter greeted in a flirty tone.

Hey there, brother of my best friend.

You said, not looking away from the twins and rubbing soothing circles on your belly. You couldn’t see it, but Pietro was watching you do so with a loving, sad smile.

Yn?

He asked, his eyes flicking back to your face. You hummed in response.

Ya. Nice to meet you, Pietro.

You said, turning to offer him a kind smile, which he weakly returned. For some reason, his eyes were misty.

I’m sorry about how rude I was earlier during dinner. I didn’t mean to ignore you if you were talking to me. My mind has been fuzzy recently.

You explained, and he gently nodded.

I bet...

He said under his breath, causing your smile to falter slightly and a frown to show on your brow.

Excuse me?

You asked. He cleared his throat and gestured to your belly.

Oh, uh- The pregnancy and all. Wanda was saying she felt crazy sometimes because of how forgetful she’d get.

He laughed nervously. And your smile returned as you nodded.

So Wanda said you're seven months along now?

Pietro asked, looking at your baby bump. You nodded, looking down at it as well.

Yeah, I'm getting close to the end now. I'm starting to get nervous. Thankfully, I don’t have to do it alone, though. Your sister is such a saint.

You explained, and Pietro frowned as you met each other's eyes.

My husband died a few months ago. I was alone, but Wanda took me in and offered to help me out.

You explained; Pietro looked shocked and was he upset?

That’s the story she gave you?

He said it breathlessly, teary-eyed, and you frowned. Before you could ask anything more, a strong kick interrupted your thoughts, causing you to hiss. Pietro jumped slightly and made a movement to help.

Are you ok?

He sounded panicked, looking between your bump and face, and you laughed, rubbing the top of your belly where the kick landed.

Ya. He’s just kicking.

You said with a smile. Pietro calmed and sat back in the chair, and a look of shock washed over him. He really did look like he wanted to cry. But why?

He? It’s a boy?

He asked, his voice cracking and a watery smile making its way to his face. You felt yourself becoming a bit cautious, his behaviour weirding you out, but still, you kept the conversation light.

Ya, I found out, um- I found out. When did I find out?

You asked yourself. But I brushed it off to avoid unravelling in front of Pietro again.

Sorry, I can’t remember.

You laughed, and he just gave a slight nod. The kicking was getting stronger the longer you talked to Pietro, and he noticed the slight discomfort on your face.

Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?

He asked conceded. And you just shook your head.

No, he’s just kicking a lot tonight.

You said, rubbing the spot to soothe the uncomfortable sensation. Looking back at Pietro from your bump, where he was staring, an idea popped into your head.

Do you want to feel it?

You asked. What a weird question to ask someone you had just met, but for some reason, you felt comfortable enough to do so with Pietro. He met your eyes with a wide smile and enthusiastic nod. You grabbed his hand, lifting it towards your belly and gently placing it on top where the kicking was, pressing down on it to make sure he could feel it.

Just wait a second...

You said when you noticed his disappointed expression when he felt nothing. Then it was there. The slight soft flutter of your baby’s kick right in the centre of his palm. A proud, loving smile grew on his face, and a few stray tears escaped down his cheeks as he let out a happy sob.

Wow...

He said breathlessly.

That’s incredible.

He said in awe, spreading his palm more on your belly, causing your fingers to be interwoven with his. His touch felt good and comfortable. Suddenly, you felt the sensation of missing this feeling, and your eyes began to tear as well. You couldn’t exactly say why, though.

I know, right. He’s gonna be just like you, Pete. Full of energy.

You laughed quietly, staring down at your hands. You heard him gasp softly, and you suddenly realized what you had just said. You turned your head back to him and were met with hopeful, longing, tear-filled eyes.

Peter...

You whispered. You suddenly remembered who he was, why he was so familiar, and why you felt the way you did at that moment.

Holy shit...

He gasped. He couldn’t believe it. You remembered him—and not just his name—him—that you were his wife and he was the father of your baby. He felt so relieved.

Pete...

You cried and reached toward him, unable to pull yourself up to wrap your arms around his neck on your own due to the weight of your bump. He quickly met you halfway, pulling you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around your torso, and his face was buried in your neck.

Holy shit yn...

He said into your skin as you cried gently and wrapped your arms around his neck. Burying one of your hands in his hair and sprinkling his temple with hundreds of longing kisses.

Oh my God, Pete... I missed you so much...

You cried, and he pulled back to meet your eyes, putting both hands on either side of your face. He kissed your nose, then your forehead, and finally your lips. It was long and needy, and you immediately responded. It had been two months since you last saw him, and you never wanted this to end. Much to your dismay, he pulled away and looked at you again with a loving smile.

God, I missed you, baby. Both of you. I was so worried.

He said, and you just smiled back.

I missed you too, Pete. So much. It was killing me to be away from you.

You explained, and he nodded.

Me too, baby, me too.

He agreed. Then he looked down at your bump. His smile grew even wider. His hands went from your face to your bump, rubbing soothing smooth circles.

You popped while I was gone!

He said lovingly. And you laughed.

Ya well, he’s been growing a lot these last two months!

You joked, placing your hands on his. It felt so good to have your husband back. To be a family again. You were so relieved you found him, and he was safe. You never wanted it to end.

Holy shit, I can’t believe it’s a boy!

He laughed, his hands holding your bump with yours on top of his.

It’s a boy?

You both heard Wanda ask. Peter immediately turned to where she was standing just outside the room. A wide, excited grin on her face. Then he turned back to you, and he felt all the blood from his face drain. That look. That wasn’t you. Not the real you that he married or who was just wrapped in his arms, talking lovingly about your family. You were empty again. An exaggerated look of disappointment washed over your face, and you rolled your eyes. Smacking Pietro's arm as you stood from the couch and made your way to Wanda.

Oh, Pietro! It was supposed to be a surprise!

You whined. He completely deflated as he watched you be taken away by Wanda once again. He watched heartbroken as Wanda excitedly embraced you and Vision congratulated you from her side. He wanted to cry. To scream. Anything to take this pain away. He just turned away to hide his pain from Wanda. Sitting on the couch with his head in his hands as he silently sobbed to himself. He lost you. Again. After just getting you back. He lost his family, and he felt hopeless. Wanda excited dragged you up the stairs to give you more boy baby clothes. The both of you were giddy as you made your way up. Peter couldn’t look. It hurt too much. Unbeknownst to him, however, Vision did not follow. He was too busy watching who he thought to be Pietro. Curious as to why he reacted in such a way to your absence. He began to feel something was going on he did not know about and decided he needed to talk to Pietro to know exactly what that was.

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Peter and doggo 🐶✨

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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.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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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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