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Free

“You’re free.” Never did Bucky ever think he’d head those words in his life neverless aimed at him directly so much so that he wanted to call Ayo on her bluff but stopped himself when the realisation hit him. She was telling the truth. He was free.

He didn’t bother to hide his relief as it cascaded down his cheeks in the form of tears that glistened like crystals beneath the roaring fire as a smile graced his features, threatening to split his cheeks from how wide it was while the night carried on like usual that he fell asleep where he sat from emotional exhaustion. Finally at peace. Something he thought he was incapable of having.

Even 6 years later it still felt like a dream he made up one night in means to cope all the while he had the likes of you and Sam by his side, giving him kindness he didn’t feel worth of and sticking your necks out for him once more. He didn’t believe he was worth all that once before and he still doesn’t but as he laid there in your arms he felt at peace, he felt calm and more importantly he felt safe, safer then he’s ever been. “You’re free Buck,” you whispered softly, pressing a kiss to his head as he felt sleep call his name he pressed his face closer to your chest, inhailing your scent of shea butter and ginger deeply, “you’re free.”

‘Yeah,’ he thought to himself as a small smile spread across his lips, his eyes closing for some much needed rest, ‘I’m free.’

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Watch the master

Taglist: @amourtentiaa @elaineygrace

Summary: Peter attempts to teach the boys how to flirt but it backfires.

“Why’d you drag us here?” Tommy whines as he, Billy and Peter stood in the doorway of the kitchen where you were preoccupied with finishing up some cleaning. “Listen lads,” Peter knelt in front of them, placing his hands on their shoulders, “there’ll come a day where you want to be in a romantic relationship-“ “uncle P we’re 10-“ Billy was cut off by a finger pressed against his lips, shushing him. “You’re growing up so fast these days, now sit back and watch the master at work.”

Without another word Peter made his way to your side and props himself against the counter, almost breaking a mug in the process if he didn’t caught it beforehand, cheeks slightly flushed form embarrassment. Billy and Tommy groaned at the awkward tension that was already began to thicken, wanting to tear their eyes away but unfortunately couldn’t no matter how hard they tried as if they wanted to torture themselves; so instead they prayed it wouldn’t get any worse but much to their dismay this was just the start.

Peter slicked his hair back and said “you come here often?” The stupidity of the pickup line was so bad you stopped what you were doing entirely to look at him as if he grew a extra limb, the awkward tension grew so thick you could practically reach out and touch it, seeing what he was trying to do you retorted “considering the fact I live here, yes I do come here often. Thanks for asking.” Wiping your hands on a tea towel you excused yourself from the kitchen, leaning a dumbstruck Peter as you made your way upstairs leaving Tommy and Billy to snicker at their uncles’ failed attempt when Tommy finally composed himself to form a snarky remark“wow that sure was smooth uncle P. I’ll do my best to remember that one for sure.”

The dark eyed male only scowled before resting his head against the cupboard, resting his eyes, groaning. “Shut up Billy” “I’m Tommy.” “Yeah of course you are.” Billy put a hand on his brothers’ shoulder, sympathetically smiling at his disheartened uncle, “if it means anything, I thought it was...” he paused for a brief moment to think of something remotely positive,“creative?” Tommy scoffed “don’t try and save his feelings Billy it was a crap pickup line.” Billy and Peter’s eyes widened at the use of foul language as the latter pointed at the boy, “where’d you learn that word?” Tommy shrugs his shoulders, “when you stubbed you toe last night.” Peter rubbed his hands along his face, groaning “your mother is gonna to kill me.” Sweet, Precious Billy then walked up besides him, patting his leg solemnly, “it was nice knowing you uncle P.”

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Something wrong

(Gif ain’t mine, it’s by @mikenlos I ain’t that talented.)

(This purely a crack fic and I’m proud of it.)

Something was wrong, very wrong but you couldn’t place your finger on it. Everything seemed fine as the day prior which you spent most of with Nico in his cabin, that’s when it hit you. “Where the fuck is my hoodie?” Now I bet your wondering why’s a hoodie of such importance that made you come across as dramatic? Well my good friend the answer is simple.It was your iconic hoddie, your trademark article of clothing uniquely to your person like Nico with his aviator jacket and dark aesthetic was his. You never left the cabin without it no matter the season, it held emotional value in the form of a massive tear beneath the armpit where the obsidian haired male caught you during training; that and you were too broke to buy a new one that was a shade or two lighter then the original.

You may or may not have stolen some of Nico’s outgrown hoddies...that would be risky shit with his crazy reflexes, anyways after several scavengers hunts in your cabin, top and bottom, for your hoddie to no avail. You then ventured out into the early March breeze, goosebumps rising on your arms, not that you gave a shit you’re on a mission to ask the only person who’d give you a straight forward answer, your most trusted ally and confidant. Leo Valadez. No I’m kidding that boy has loose lips and couldn’t keep a secret to save his life.

“Nico, I’m under the assumption that you may or may not be withholding my hoddie in your cold clutches and I will not hesitate to revoke your McDonald’s and coffee privileges if you do no hand over my cashmere article of clothing within the next second.” The raven haired male only poked his head through the doorway, bland expression on his face, the usual, as you stared the other down for what felt like minutes not speaking. Not once glancing at the chaos taking place behind you as Leo Valdez and his, literal, flaming pants followed by Jason and Percy carrying buckets of water, shouting for the pyrokenetic to slow down while Annabeth, Rachel, Frank and Piper looked on in either disbelief or exasperation.

Nope not once did either of you look back until Nico made the mature decision to stare you deep into your soul and say, “no. I haven’t,” before closing the door in front of your face, both brows raised. The lion, the witch and the audacity of this bitch! How dare he lie to you! Yes you knew when someone lied to you as per your heritage which came in handy in certain situations concerning the location of your beloved, soft hoodie.

Enraged by his blatant disregard of the truth you kicked the door wide open to see the king of antisocials himslef mid stitching your hoodie, he wasn’t phased by the sudden action as he knew well enough you’d catch on so he just avoided eye contact, suddenly feeling embarrassed as he placed the hoodie down on the bed, “secrets out.” He muttered with a shrug. “You’ve been sticking my-“ “hoodie yes, been meaning too for awhile but just didn’t know how.” Nico scratched the back of his neck, cheeks burning red beneath his obsidian locks awaiting the inevitable teasing that would surely follow.

Much to his surprise it didn’t when a minute or so passed and nothing snarky past your lips that he wondered if you left but when he lifted his head to look he saw that you didn’t leave but instead looked over his amateur work and smiled softly, fingers gingerly grazing the grey thread keeping the fabric together, “Thank you Nico. It looks great can’t wait for it to be finished.” Was all you said before leaving the cabin for the archery range like you always do, closing the door on your way out as a wide smile spread across Nico’s face while reaching for the hoddie once more to finish the last couple of stitches when he noticed something was wrong, very wrong...he couldn’t find his jacket, “what the-“ then it hit him, “(Y/N)!!”

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hello! what are your rules for requests?

I don’t write NSFW fics, they make me uncomfortable.

I don’t write for incest, pedophilia, rape, racist shit, anything harmful towards the lgbtqia+ community (slurs, dead naming someone, not using the right pronouns, etc)

I mainly do fluffy fics, angsty fics or fluffy/angsty fics.

So yeah! Try and give me a basic level of description of your request

For example: person a and person b joke about arson but person c has the stuff to pull one off.

Something like that.

The fandoms I write for can be seen in my masterlist so yeah! I hope this answers your question.

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hi, i just found your blog moments ago, and i’m loving your fics so far. do you somehow have a peter maximoff taglist? i’d love to be tagged in yout future works <3

Hello! And no I don’t think I do have a tag list but I’ll gladly tag you in the upcoming peter fics. 😊

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idk if im doing this in the right one but whatever. Can you do an imagine or headcanon where peter maximoff has a gf(reader) with powers like Allison hargreeves from The Umbrella Academy

I’ll try my best, appologies if it’s not good. I’m not great but I’ll try. If anyone has any more requests...gimme.

Peter would find your powers to be one of the coolest, straight up. Even if your didn’t think so he would have an argument as to why it was and how useful it is.

He’s the most tentive boyfriend ever so whenever you’re in a depressive state he’d can and will do everything to make you feel even a smidge better.

He would oh most defiantly share his twinkies with you. Which was something others didn’t think he was capable of but here he was sitting on your bed sharing his twinkies. It’s cute.

Whenever he was in a depressive state himself, ie: feeling that he’s useless for the team, believes he’s an loser ( which is incorrect.) you would get him boxes of twinkies, some video games, gifting him with cuddles, kisses and sweet whispers of reassurance that left with the pair of you sleeping together.

He makes you laugh in classes you shared together which often leads to you both being caught by the teacher but your didn’t really care as the subject was boring the begging with.

When someone did pick on Peter you made sure to get payback by having one of their friends to give the asshat a wedgie. Needless to say word spread and no one made the same mistake. Peter found it hot which earned him a smack.

Peter is very affectionate, he will put his hand in your back pocket when going to class, arm on your shoulders, bringing you into his side where he’d give you a kiss on the forehead when watching a movie with your friends. Never failing to make you blush and for your chest to flutter every time he does so.

Scott would act disgusted while doing the exact same shit with jean. Boi-

He’d defiantly introduce you to his mother and sister. Newsflash they love you and Peter couldn’t be any happier though his mother would claim that it was you who made him that way. Awww.

(Wandavison) So when Peter up and left one day, you were left devastated and determined to bring him home, whatever it takes.

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Freeze! You’re under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!!! 💞😃🌹

Boi I swear to god your gonna make me soft 🥺🥺🥺🥺💗💓💗

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reading your work was like being hugged by a unicorn. I LOVED IT👏👏❤😍😍😍👏

I’m glad you like my stuff! I have fun plus it’s good escapism that’s for sure!

I didn’t know my work could make someone feel like they’re being hugged by a unicorn but hey I love it! I’m open to more ideas but I do have others that might come out later next Wednesday/Friday

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can I please ask for a Peter imagine where Billy and Tommy (those kids are just too adorable!) always want to hang out with their "cool uncle and aunt"?

Masterlist

There was no one in Westview that Tommy and Billy Maximoff looked up to more then you and Pietro. It was common knowledge.

Wanda, despite her best efforts, came across as overprotective of the twins, restricting where they could or couldn’t go for undisclosed reasons while Vision was more at work then he was at home, purely by no fault of his own but when he was he and Wanda would bicker behind closed doors when they think the twins were asleep or occupied in their rooms.

You and Pietro however? The breath of fresh air they needed; teaching them life lessons and letting them experience things for themselves whenever you took them out somewhere, helping them forge their own identities along the way. That and you’d let them stay up past their bedtime along with treating them with sugary goodness. So whenever a possible chance to be with their cool aunt and uncle presents itself, they’d 100% most of the time take up that offer without fail.

“Are you sure this’ll work?” Billy asked Tommy as they hide ontop of the staircase as you and Pietro saw their parents off before closing the door and making yourselves comfortable on the couch watching an old sitcom, how the brunette twin could tell it’s old because it had that disembodied laughter coming through, he didn’t feel as though they should go along with the plan. Not that it was his plan to begin with anyways it was Tommy’s more or less, he just didn’t want to get left out but he was know to be more in tune with his emotions then his brother was anyways -which you taught him could be his greatest attribute later in life- yet had no idea how you dealt with being scared at all. You could scare easily for all he knew!

“Of course it is Billy, when have I ever been wrong?” A moment of silence lingered and Tommy could feel his brothers questioning look burning into his back and instantly regretted his statement with what came out next, “What about that one time at Agnes-“ “okay! I take that back, I may have been wrong on a few instances but think of this as payback for all the times uncle P had scared us alright?” He looked back at Billy who only sighed, knowing when Tommy put his mind to something it wasn’t easy to persuade him otherwise, and gave him a meek thumbs up indicating he was all set to go.

There was no way you couldn’t hear their heavy footsteps and breathing from the your place on the couch, if you couldn’t you were lying, straight up and you knew that Pietro could hear them too by the smile upon his face as he acted coy, prenteding not to feel their breaths on the back of your necks, trying to hold back their laughter or look directly at their reflections that were visible from the tv screen, erasing any semblance of incognito they had but that was the beauty in babysitting the twins, they certainly didn’t leave you feeling dull or bored in the slightest. Were they pains in the ass? Sometimes with how much energy they withheld in their tiny bodies but did that matter? No! They were having fun and you were having fun by playing along with their schemes.

So just as they were about to grab your shoulders, you used your powers to disappear and reappear behind the pair and grabbed them into your arms, making them shout in fright before you put them into their uncles’ lap as he tickled their sides in revenge. “You thought you could scare us! We’re the masters of scare! Now you shall pay the price for your defiance!” “NOOOO!” The twins laughed, trying to push away his hands weakly as you watched them with a smile upon your face, warmth spreading through your chest as you watched the scene in front of you before deciding to join in the fun by acting as the twins hero as you grasped Pietro into a full nelson, halting his attack, allowing Billy and Tommy their freedom, betraying your boyfriend in the process.

“Quick! I can’t hold the beast much longer! Save yourselves!” You cried as your hold on he silver haired male began to loosen gradually, knowing you’ll be on the receiving end of their punishment sooner or later but it was a valiant sacrifice you’ll gladly pay but the twins weren’t about to leave their new ally behind to save their own skins as they looked at each other in acknowledgment before turning back to Pietro with courageous looks of bravery as they charged into him and off the couch, pinning him to the floor as he gave his final speech, reaching a hand in your direction, “how could you betray me? Were you ever on my side my dear beloved?” You faked a look before responding with confidence, puffing your chest out, gently kicking his hand away from you, “I was never on your side! I was in cahoots with these brave men from the start,” you moved to stand behind Billy and Tommy, “how foolish it was of you to put so much trust in me from the start. You brought this upon yourself.” Pietro’s chocolate eyes twinkled in pride as he smirked weakly, knowing he’s lost the fight, “cleaver girl...” were his final words as he closed his eyes and poked his tongue out.

You, Tommy and Billy then celebrated your victory with a nice family movie and a buffet of gummy worms, twinkies, soda and popcorn you summoned with your magic, all presented upon a white lace table cloth as Billy cuddled up to you and Tommy cuddled into Pietro’s side both fast asleep from all the physical exertion as you rested your head against your boyfriends’ chest, sleep weighing heavily on your eyelid and limbs but you could only buy yourself some time before heading off to sleep and Pietro could see that as he leaned down to kiss your head. “Goodnight sweetheart, the twins absolutely love you, maybe more then me but that’s up for debate.” You laughed, slapping his chest softly. “The only reason they like you is because you’re a manchild.” You heard Pietro gasp defensively, squeezing your bicep lightly, before adding, “but you’re my manchild and I love you and the twins very, very much.”

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THAT WAS SO INCREDIBLE 😍😍😍I can't thank you enough for this 💝💝💝

No problem! It was a joy to write! And since I’ve got nothing better to do now I’m open for more request if anyone has any because I throughly enjoy doing this.

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thank you😊It's a Peter/Pietro imagine where him and Yn are engaged and go to westview. BUT yns "other version"(the avenger one) was killed trying to protect Wanda in endgame. they were best friends. just imagine her reaction seeing the people she loves the most together and happy❤

Ooooh! I love this idea!

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“You know we are an unusual couple.” You started out of nowhere as you unpacked the last of your belongings while your fiancé looked at you lovingly through the body length mirror, wondering how he even got the honour to share the same bed as you and witness the rarity that is your early morning bed head he’d jokingly compare to a rats nest. He’s so in love he couldn’t handle it.

“Oh I doubt that was ever in question I mean look at you then look at me. Many people would have a hard time understanding why a gorgeous individual such as yourself is with a loser like me...” His voice wavered near the end made your heart break in half. Peter looking down on himself for even the littlest of mistakes from breaking glass or inadvertently injuring you somehow, which he took to heart the hardest, hurt you the most because he was the most sweetest, loving, kindhearted man you’ve ever met all the while growing up in a mutant hating society that only made him stronger in your eyes; Moving over to him you held his face within your hands, lifting his head so his eyes looked directly in yours as you pressed a kiss to his nose and watching as it scrunched cutely.

“What did I say about self-deprecating comments mister?” You chastised him lightly. “To make sure you’re out of the house before doing so.” He pouted dramatically when you gasped, weekly smacked his shoulder, reaching up to rub it as if you gave him a bruise. “Peter Maximoff!” “I kid! I kid!” He squealed when you began to attack him with a pillow you summoned to your hand from the bed and the moment you ceased fire the little shit took the opertunity to grab the pillow from your hands and began to attack you with it in retaliation that quickly got boring and you decided to take the moment to snuggle within the others arms, your head resting on his chest and his resting in the crook of your neck taking in the peaceful nature of this quite little suburbian town of Westview.

“We’ve still got neighbours to visit yet.” You muttered sluggishly, half asleep. Normally situstations concerning first impressions had you ripping your hair out from stress and anxiety of coming across as a respectable being and in small towns such as this, word travels fast and assumptions are made on false information but you were calm and collected as can be in the face of such adversity. “Then let’s give them something they won’t be forgetting anytime soon.” Peter replied getting up before helping you to your feet as you made your way down the stairs and out the door to the house to the right of you where muffled yelling could be heard but that didn’t stop him from pressing the doorbell twice out of impatience, bringing the shouting to an end. The door opened and a beautiful woman with auburn hair and blue hues that widened upon seeing you and Peter almost as if she was reopening wound, a painful memeory she thought she suppressed long ago.

-Wanda pov-

If she’d knew beforehand that opening the door would reopen old wounds, she would’ve kept it shut for her own deteriorating sanity but the moment she does so a familiar silver shade of hair and a lively pair of (e/c) eyes were the first thing she sees as painful, torturous memories came back to greet her with the moments she was at her weakest to stop. She lost her beloved brother and she couldn’t save you. Her best friend. So seeing the pair of you smiling and clearly in love was another thing that made her chest tighten and teary eyed at the thought of what could’ve been if she had been strong enough but the fact that you two were here now meant she had been given a second chance at protecting her loved ones from any and all harm that dared to test her. Not unless they wanted to feel the wrath of the scarlet witch. “Pietro? (Y/n)?” Her voice sounded weak and frail, as though she was on the verge of crying while fighting the urge to hold you tightly in her arms to make sure she wasn’t dreaming any of this.

-your POV-

Your heart broke for her but for the life of you there was no recollection of meeting this woman ever in your life, just as you were about to say something Peter beat you to it like always and made a estranged sound that felt forced like he didn’t know how to answer to a name he’s never been called before hearing your own voice speak as though it’s own person, “Hi Wanda, sorry we couldn’t visit you sooner. Pietro and I got lost for awhile.” Lost? Where’d that come from? And why were you calling Peter Pietro all of a sudden? And why couldn’t you remember anything before moving into Westview? You couldn’t answer any of them as you and Peter were embraced tightly by Wanda, sharing a dumbfounded look before forced back into a smile when Peter looked at a red skinned man in dress shirt and smart trousers and said “who’s the popsicle?”

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you had me at John Wick style🤣🤣👏

I mean Hayward needs the shut the fuck up in general. Can’t wait for karma to bite him in the ass 😗✌️

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Masterlist.

Fic Idea by @leximills666

“Anything new?” You asked, sitting yourself in the spare chair between Darcy and Jimmy, who handed you your cup of caffeine. “If you consider Pietro teaching the twins how to stream snacks from the kitchen then no.” Jimmy spoke up, his eyes glued intently to the television for any missable details that could play in your favour. “But Jimmy did almost spill coffee onto Director Hayward.” Darcy shoots the mortified male a amused look as you slapped a hand onto his shoulder, trying so hard not to burst out laughing at the mental image that gave you an good amount of serotonin, “I’d pay good money to see you actually do it, serves him right for calling my friend a terroist.”

It was common knowledge that you and the Maximoff twins were close friends after their introduction to the Avengers as you were gaining some semblance of understanding of your teleportation powers and it’s limitations before trauma bonding with the pair over being Hydras successful lab rats. So when Hayward slagged off Wanda it took Darcy, Monica and Jimmy to hold you back from ending his whole career John Wick style. The bastard got real lucky but you couldn’t promise that the next time was going to have him leave a briefing room without a few bruises and even bruised ego. Fuelled by the frustration of recent events that left you feeling helpless as you were forced to watch the sitcom shenanigans Wanda and her dead yet somehow not dead husband and her adorable twins get into that only made it feel like a horror after they end, leaving you with more questions then answers that weighed on your darkening eyebags and breaking every last ounce of paitience you once thought you had along with the sleepless nights of theorising that went nowhere without someone bringing up a flaw made keeping your powers in check a little more difficult that you’d scare Jimmy, Darcy and Monica on a plethora of occasions.

You just wanted to get them out and be done with Hayward’s suspicious ass. I mean it was clear as fuck that vision was in bits and pieces in the video servalence footage. What was he doing with him? Why did he wait this long to show everyone something that would’ve benefited the opertation from the beginning? THAT was suspicious behaviour and yet no one was gonna question it?! Gotta love corruption I guess. “Anything new Dr Lewis?” Speaking of corruption, here it was in human form standing behind you there with his ‘stick up his ass’ attitude; it really pissed you off that you’d love nothing more then to slam your fist into him punchable bitch face until it’s unreagnisable. Sensing your hatred and thirst for violence, Jimmy places a hand on your shoulder and gave you a stern look that read ‘no...not yet at least.’ Sighing you gave him a passable smile before talking a long sip of coffee, making sure to slurp annoyingly loud as possible when Hayward looked at you unamused that you couldn’t help retaliating with a tight lipped smile and the middle finger. Darcy had to cover her mouth from bursting out in hysterics while Jimmy sighed like a disappointed parent but you knew he was trying to hold it together internally as Darcy was. “Nothing worth reporting back on sir.”

Hayward didn’t say anything other then let out a grunt then making his way out of the room not without a snarky comment from you of course, “don’t let the door hit you on the way out directior” to which he replied with as swiftly “appreciate the concern (l/n).” Making sure he was out of sight Darcy burst out laughing so hard she had to lean against you for support while Jimmy allowed himself to chuckle a little had your chest warming up, erasing any forms of pent up frustration like magic. Spending time with these beautiful bastards were what made the sleepless nights worth it in your opinion, knowing that you weren’t alone in wanting to help Wanda instead of harm. “What’re they laughing at?” Monica asked, a dazzling smile adorned her face as she nursed her own coffee between her hands; You shrugged nonchalantly looking back at her with fake innocence that told her more then she needed to know. “The sleep deprivation must’ve caught up to them.”

“Shut up!” The dark haired woman nudged you in the side, almost spilling your coffee in the process, “(y/n) threw some serious sass at Hayward earlier, should’ve been there Monica it was hysterical.” Monica only laughed in response as she patted you on the back, proud that she wasn’t the only one sick of Hayward’s shit, “I guess I should’ve. Would make a great memeory to share in the future” she sat in the chair next to Darcy turning her attention to the screen where Pietro was attempting to be slick and nab a snack while Wanda was cutting onions unflinchingly, only to slip and land flat on his back scaring Wanda as the unseen audicene laughed. Stupid and as cheesy as it was it didn’t fail to make you crack a smile while reminiscing of a similar memory that stuck out like a sore thumb. You and Pietro thought it be a great idea to compete against one another in order to see who’d get to the kitchen first, spoiler: he won by a narrow margin, that still had you calling him a cheat to this day, and decided to hide from you behind the counter like the little shit that he was. Long story short you entered the kitchen thinking you won, he jumps out scaring you so badly that you end up teleporting ontop of him.

“Hey (y/n).” Darcy’s voice brought you back from your thoughts and to reality. The thought of teleporting in there and getting your friends out has been a recurring one though your required to feel someone’s energy signature and with how well getting inside visuals went the likelihood of you sensing Pietro or Wanda for that case wasn’t going to be a piece of cake if it was you’d already have done it by now. “Yes Dr Lewis?” “Think you could-“ teleport inside? Trust me I’ve thought the same thing but the barrier is a major issue standing in my way of actually getting inside and out without trouble.” Despite all odds that didn’t stop you from wanting to give it a try if it meant trapping yourself also you wouldn’t hesitate to do it in a heartbeat. So it took your friends aback when you abruptly stood up from your chair, shoving your coffee into Jimmy’s hands and made a mad dash out of the room and down the corridor unapologetically shoving everyone aside with Monica and Darcy in hot pursuit while poor Jimmy placed your coffee down by your chair and bolted in hopes of catching up but when he did you were already teleported into the barrier that was dragging you into Westview before their eyes.

“(Y/n)!!!!” Monica yelled as she ran towards you, hand outstretched to pull you back but only grasped air when you disappeared form sight, she was so close to saving you but was too late non the less. Darcy and Jimmy shared a look as they came to her side as the feeling of helplessness became more evident within them. “Come on Monica, we can probably catch them on the television.” She said solemnly as they walked back to base.

-meanwhile in Westview-

Scared and confused you found yourself wandering aimlessly down the streets in your new attire of plaid shirt, leather jacket, high waisted trousers, converse and a locket that help a picture of you, Pietro and Wanda inside before finding yourself on your ass looking up at a silver haired male in a black leather jacket, Hawaiian shirt, jeans and worn down sneakers.

“What the-,” his chocolate eyes widened as they landed on your face, “(y/n)?! Is that you?!” His voice was just as you remembered it you smirked, outstreching a hand in a silent jesture to be helped up, “you think I’d let you wander too far?” He chuckled, hauling you off the floor and into his arms, face buried into his neck savouring the brunt sugar smell you’ve missed so much. “I should’ve guessed you’d be several steps behind.” He whispered into your hair, placing a kiss there, immediately comforting you before pulling away to drag you down the street without explanation towards a familiar house that belonged to the auburn haired female who was currently cleaning up after her kids when she saw Pietro, giving him that parental stare. “You’re a bad influence on my kids Pietro, you’re lucky to be my brother or I would’ve blasted across town by now.”

‘Well that ain’t foreboding at all.’ You thought to yourself as you took in the fact that you were finally reunited with the people who meant the most to you, you couldn’t remember when you got here nor how other then the fact that you wanted to visit Pietro and Wanda and that you could teleport. “If it’s any constellation, look who finally decided to pay us a visit.” The silver haired male stepped aside to reveal you in all your unsure glory as Wanda’s eyes widened like they did with Pietro but she didn’t any waste time in running towards you and holding your face in her hands, tears lining her eyes and you couldn’t help but lean into her warmth. “(Y/n)?” She whispered softly. “Hi Wanda, sorry I’m late.” You said as Pietro held both of you close to his chest protectively while Wanda laughed weakly her hand dropping you grasp yours tightly, “all is forgiven now that we’re together...as we should be.” Her eyes flashed red for a split second.

“Yeah, together at last.”

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Hi, hello, hey

Could we get a Peter Maximoff fic where the reader is Scott's Sister? I'd find that hilarious

That would be hilarious and I’d be honoured to do so, thank you for the request.

Masterlist.

It didn’t came as a surprise to your parents when you, their youngest and only daughter, possessed a similar mutation to your older brother. After a incident involving some punks ganging up on a mutant, who at the time just wanted some ice cream; so when you went to interfere a blast of red energy emitted from your outstretched hand, sending them across the street much to your surprise and the mutants relief. You always thought that you’d be a regular kid when you passed the age when Scott awoken his abilities but all it took was a little push for you to realise your own. When Scott heard about it he took it upon himself to take you to Xavier, who made a joking comment about having another Summers to help before enlisting Jubilee to accommodated you from where your classes will be held to your dorm room and maybe introduce you to a few people along the way, much to Scott’s dismay as he ruffled your hair and told you to stay out of trouble as he disappeared down the corridor.

Several months later and you were living your best life cuddling up against Peter Maximoff, your boyfriend of 3 months after weeks worth of Peter acting coy in his feelings and you being fucking oblivious making everyone, minus Scott for obvious reasons, wanting to rip their hair out before it came all ahead when Kurt locked you both in his and Peter’s dorm room to confess...not makeout on his bed like you did when the poor boy went to check on you. How your brother hadn’t found out yet was a surprise in itself considering how loose lipped Jubilee, Rouge and Yukio were being the social butterflies that they are. Sadly your alone time was cut short when your brother came into your room “hey champ, wanna head over to the- what the fuck are you doing here maximoff.” Peters’ head was never pried off of your chest faster as it did as he stared into Scott’s ruby quartz glasses clad eyes glaring back at him like a deer in headlights, you on the other hand wanted to bury yourself deeper into the blankets and hide your face in shame and embarrassment but were frozen in shock to do so.

“What the fuck am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing here?” The silver haired male threw the question back at the brunette, having not built a adequate response yet, and decided to put him in the hot seat instead to avoid being the subject of suspicion, why was he of all people walking into your room like he owns it?Was there something he wasn’t getting? Whatever it wasn’t couldn’t be that bad- “I’m here to spend time with my sister jackass.” Oh never mind wait sister....oh fuck. His blood ran cold as he turned to face you as you sent him a sheepish smile in return obviously not wanting to have this conversation any less then he does when your brother, who he could feel glaring lasers into him without having to remove his glasses, was just as ill informed about this as he was; Seeing as he was contemplating life Scott adjusted his attention to you as you averted direct eye contact in favour of your blanket, fingers toying with a loss clump of fluff.

You’ve got a lot of explaining to do little miss Summers.

[diary-of-deadweight]

may I please make a request ?

Yes you may.

[diary-of-deadweight]

your Peter/Pietro Maximoff imagines are addicting ❤❤

Thank you so much! I’ve got plenty more in store don’t worry 😉

[diary-of-deadweight]

Masterlist

“Pietro?”

Your head peeked up at Wanda’s voice as you descended from the last step, an uncomfortable silence clung to the room like a second skin, leaving you and Vision within a sense of awkwardness and tangiable tension the longer the Auburn haired woman stared at the person beyond the threshold pale faced and eyes widened in a utter shock, disbelief and denial. Why’d that name strike a feeling of familiarity within you? As if you’re meant to be ecstatic of his arrival when you have zero recollection of a ‘Pietro.’ Not like you could recall anything before westview, you couldn’t remember how you even got here in the first place, you’ve tried once or twice before but were stopped by searing pain before calling it quits on your fruitless endeavour and begrudgingly moving on like everything was exactly as it should when only it scared you the longer you continued to play along. Something wasn’t quite right and the disappearance of Geraldine was only the catalyst and deep down you knew Wanda had something to do with it but you passed that assumption as paranoia.

So when Wanda brought the mystery man into her arms in a tight embrace, knuckles whitening as her grip intensified on his leather jacket sent that same painful seering feeling within your head, way worse then the times prior, making you wimper and clasp onto the closest thing to prevent yourself from giving way; that closest thing being Vison, immediately concerning him as he tried helplessly in relieving you of the pain as memories you couldn’t place you finger on invaded your mind but the faces were indistinguishable for you to make out who was who as if something was stopping you from remembering too much incase you rebelled but it wasn’t strong enough to rid the emotions tied to those memories. Happiness, a sense of calm, fear, love, amongst many others.

His silver hair slicked back, the afromentioned leather jacket, half buttoned up Hawaiian shirt, his cute dimpled cheeks and contagious smile left you feeling weak and mournful of a life you don’t remember but he must be a very important person if you felt this strongly about him like you do. You were happy Wanda was reunited with him yet not so sure why you should be, was there any relation between the two maybe? You hated this constant feeling of uncertainty towards everything. When the pair pulled apart his chocolate gaze skimmed over vision before landing onto you intently as if he was staring at something he’s been looking for, a look of recognition, of familiarity embedded in his eyes as me made his way further into the living room so you were across from one another, the silence seemingly gotten thicker and louder if that was a possibility. “(Y/n)?” His smooth as silk voice seemed to be the remedy you desperately required as the pain in your head reverted to a numbing sensation and the stares from the unusual couple felt nothing more then a afterthought, leaving Pete-Pietro the only thing that mattered, the only thing you truly cared about; Your body screamed at you to go to him, hug him whatever you could to be in the same proximity as him and know that no matter what you’ll be safer at his side yet another part of you wonders why the sudden need to trust him? Why the certainty that you could entrust him your life?

Not wanting to keep the impatient man waiting you plastered a smile on your face while straightening your posture with newfound strength, “yes that’s me, I don’t believe we’ve met befor-“ He didn’t allow you to finish your sentence as you were pressed up against his chest as the sweet scent of burnt sugar and cologne had you practically melting in his strong embrace, weakly grasping at his jacket in means of prolonging the moment for yourself the warmth in your chest grew cold as if you had ice growing inside the moment he whispered that unforgettablely ominous message in your ear.

“I’m here to get you out. We don’t belong here.”