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I look forward to your new piece!! Will it be a Peter Maximoff one?

bestie all of my pieces will be peter maximoff or x-men themed trust me

You’re writing style is amazing <3 really love your word choice for the arcade piece and you have such a pretty way of putting sentences together

thank you so much! that's really sweet of you and means a lot. i'm really glad people are enjoying my writing so far and i hope to publish another today because i literally do not know how to stop lol

Request for what it would be like watching the Olympics with Peter Maximoff?

It's so funny you mention this....

OKAY SO!

I think Peter is annoyed by the Olympics, since mutants are banned from competing. You put on the Olympics and he is basically vibrating on the couch next to you.

"The least they could do is give us our own category or something."

When any Olympic champion is referred to as the "fastest man/woman/person alive" he gets very grumpy and starts pointing to himself.

"Babe, it's not that important."

"I am literally faster than the speed of sound! I AM THE FASTEST MAN ALIVE!"

When you are watching events that don't involve running, it's slightly better. Then Peter can actually appreciate the talent and dedication.

He would get deeply invested in the sport, even if he knew nothing about it before watching the event.

"Oh my God! Babe! I think he's going to try for the quad axel. BABE ARE YOU SEEING THIS!?"

He would always root for the underdog. Always.

By the time the medals ceremony happens you are too wrapped up to pay any attention to him

When the winner of the 100 meter dash is about to receive the gold medal, all hell breaks lose.

"Oh! It seems the gold medal is gonem Folks we have no idea what just happened. You are watching this live with me. The gold medal just disappeared in thin air. I have no explanation for this."

"Oh my God, Pete-" you look over next to you and see your boyfriend sitting there nonchalantly with a gold medal around his neck.

Peter looks at you and says with a deadpan face: "I don't know what you expected from me."

Scott: how long are we going to stand here and let him do that??

Jean: just give him a minute

Peter: *pushing a door that clearly says pull*

Bestie! I love your quicksilver fics! You have filled my heart with joy with each one!! ❤️❤️

aaah thank you so much!! that’s so sweet!! ❤️

16 with Scott Summers?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: scott summers, reader 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 646 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+, peter x reader implied 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: y/n is known by the mutant name “scribe” and is charles xavier’s niece.

Scott says this to you across the kitchen counter, and you roll your eyes.

"Is your reaction to everything, Scott,” you murmur, whisking together a bowl of brownie mix, “‘I'll kick their arse'?"

Scott retorts, "I don't say that about everything."

"You threatened to kick a pigeon's arse the other day."

Scott looks to the side as if recalling the memory. “Mm. Yeah. I see your point.”

You grin at him. "I don't think you could kick Peter's arse either way.”

Scott’s mouth falls slack, and it’s as if you’ve said the worst thing imaginable to him. You don’t pretend to understand Scott and Peter’s rivalry; they’re so different and yet Scott loves to rile him up. You don’t even think Scott dislikes Peter, instead seeing him as merely an easy target. He’s the same with Kurt, only he does it less often. Probably because he feels bad for targeting somebody so naive.

You, on the other hand… well. The fact that you’re in the kitchen, baking brownies at three am, says it all. Somehow, despite Scott’s tendency to pick on everybody apart from Jean, you’ve managed to bond.

Scott retorts, “You don't think I could beat Peter in a fight? Peter, of all people?"

“Scott, he literally has super-speed.”

“Without the speedy part, I mean. Like, fists.”

You raise your brows. “Have you thrown a punch? Like, ever? In your entire life?”

Scott opens his mouth to protest, but he stammers. You already know the answer. “I’ve definitely thrown a punch.”

You laugh as you begin to transfer the brownie mix from the bowl to the pan. “Okay, Summers.”

Scott groans as he takes a seat on the stools facing the counter. “I just…” he shakes his head, “I don’t get why you like him so much.”

You let out a laugh, cheeks flushing red. “Jealous, Scott?”

Scott blinks at you. “What? Me? Of Maximoff?” He scoffs. “No.”

You flash a look that reveals that you don’t entirely believe him, your attention averting to the brownie mix below you. “I don’t think you dislike him as much as you pretend to.”

Scott is silent for a minute, which you don’t expect, until— “I don’t dislike him.”

“Then what?”

“He’s just so…”

“So?”

“Carefree.”

Scott’s hands splay to look at his open palms as he continues, “I’ve never been like that. I don’t know how he does it.”

As you look across at him, you think that you get it now. Scott doesn’t exactly bully Peter, but what he does do is bug him because he’s jealous. Is it the confidence he has? You get the sneaking suspicion that while beneath Peter’s cool exterior there’s a lot of pain and longing, under Scott’s cocky exterior, there’s…

Anxiety. And insecurity. And a whole lot left to unravel.

Softly, after a gentle sort of silence has lingered between you for a while, you ask, “You know people here love you, right?”

Scott frowns up at you, his shoulders shifting uncomfortably. “Don’t say that.”

You raise your brows slightly as you look away, beginning to scrape the remaining contents of the bowl into the pan with a spoon. “Alright.”

Silence lingers once more—it’s comfortable but heavy, like a barrier hasn’t been breached but some unspoken words are hanging within it. Scott waits until the brownies are in the oven and the bowl has been put in the sink before he speaks again, the two of you watching the mix slowly begin to transform under the heat within.

“Thanks, Scribe,” he murmurs, stood quietly next to you.

You flash him a soft smile as your arm brushes against his, and you think you’re quite lucky to be able to see this side of Scott—this part of himself that he hides from everybody else.

Scott summers trusts you, and you know you’d never do anything to breach it.

Are you going to write anything other then the scribe reader? IS it a series

do you mean reader x other characters or peter x reader that isn't scribe? scribe will always feature in my peter x reader fics as that's the oc i've built up. i have a non ship related thing in the drafts including scott summers though. if you send in reader x other character requests i may do those if i have the inspo!

*The world literally ending*

My Brain Picking A New Character To Hyperfixate on:

do you have any headcanons about how peter and the reader bonded when she first came to xavier's school? will we get to see more of that? :)

okay but YES:

charles asks peter to show you around the school because you're both similar ages, jean is in classes all day, and although peter doesn't stay at the mansion, he knows it like the back of his hand already.

charles also thinks you BOTH need friends. he's literally matchmaking platonically.

things between you both are awkward as he shows you around. you're still settling in and peter doesn't know you yet, but you ask him where the nearest arcade is and that's when you find out you both hold a conversation really easily. peter has nothing else to do, so he shows you around town and you two even play a game or two at the arcade.

while spending time with him, you grow less tense. you actually smile for the first time in a while. you typically take a little while to open up to anyone, but peter's high energy fast tracks this. you're kind of terrified of how fast you're growing to like him, especially since you already find him attractive.

you eventually befriend scott, jean, kurt and jubilee too, but it's nothing in comparison to the friendship you have with peter. you seem very similar and very different all at once.

just as you think you understand something about peter, like how he seems to cover up any potential sadness with humour and never seems serious, he changes it up on you. he's confusing and it both irritates and fascinates you. example: he'll be funny with you one moment and then serious when you open up. jokes turn to 'oh, shit, i'm sorry' in a solemn tone. it's a quick back and forth of emotional states.

despite the fact that you often wonder if he's out of your league, you can't make yourself stop wondering whether he might be feeling the same things you are... like something is building between the both of you. jokes on you, because he doesn't wonder whether you're out of his league—he knows you are.

the two of you aren't usually the ones to spend every day hanging out with someone. peter usually spends his time alone in his basement (not out of choice), and you like to spend your time on your own (that is, in fact, a choice). even so, you seem to be hanging out with one another a lot.

he opens up to you and it makes you feel like he trusts you.

he's the first person you open up to about what happened with your father back in england. the accident. the reason you came here.

after that deep discussion, things between you are different. it's like there's a tension between you both, and it's something unsaid: you care about each other. a lot.

peter can't ever seem to keep still, and one day when he stretches out across the floor of your dorm, you follow him to the floor. you rest your head on his chest, your heart beating like mad, and he wraps an arm around you. you've never been held like that before. you're both silent as you wonder whether this is something 'just friends' do.

over the weeks that you spend in one another's presence, people at the mansion seems to pick up on the fact that there's something blossoming between you two. everyone seems to notice it but yourselves.

your first unofficial date that isn't a date is him sneaking you both into the movies. at the end, it's pouring down with rain, but you ask him not to speed you both home as rain is your favourite weather. you can feel the energy building in you as you both make your way back to peter's house.

by the time you get home you're both drenched and he gives you a spare t-shirt and shorts to wear. it's late and peter gives you the bed.

his mom finds you there in the morning when she comes down to do the laundry and gives peter a warning look; she thinks you two had sex. embarrassed, you leave soon after. but that night when peter smells you on his sheets, he knows he has to ask you out.

he asks various people for advice before he asks you, all with varying information. in the end, he decides an arcade date is best... right back where you started. dinner after is an option, but this would feel natural for the both of you.

you don't hesitate to respond when he asks you out, and you think you probably should've taken longer to say yes.

Drabble Challenge!

Repost this. Followers/Readers send numbers to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Have fun! Expect a ton of requests!! 

“That’s starting to get annoying”

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“I’m not here to make friends.”

“I need a place to stay.”

“Well, that’s tragic.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“Dear Diary, …”

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

“I lost our baby.”

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“You’re Satan.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

“Did you just hiss at me?”

“Do you really need all that candy?”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

“No. Regrets.”

“How drunk was I?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I locked the keys in the car.”

“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

“You work for me. You are my slave.”

“Take your medicine.”

“They’re monsters.”

“Welcome to fatherhood.”

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

“It’s your turn to make dinner.”

“The kids, they ambushed me.”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

“Stop being so cute.”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“You need to see a doctor.”

“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”

“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”

“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

“This is girl talk, so leave.”

“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

“There’s a herd of them!”

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“I’m late.”

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“You smell like a wet dog.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”

“Here, take my blanket.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“How could I ever forget about you?”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Run for it!”

“We need to talk.”

“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”

“I want a pet.”

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“I’m not wearing a dress.”

“I’m not wearing a tie.”

“Quit beating me up!”

“Please put your penis away.”

“It’s a Texas thing.”

“Don’t argue. Just do it.”

“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Hold still.”

“I just ironed these pants!”

“Enough with the sass!”

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”

“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

“Stay awake.”

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”

“You’re not interested, are you?”

“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”

“Tell me you need me.”

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

“I had a bad dream again.”

“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”

“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”

“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

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