#SHE'D BE GOING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN THE REGISTER AND KITCHEN AND SHE'D BE THERE FOR AT LEAST OVER 12 HOURS

[pinkseas]

my manager is WAY too fucking nice to me im gonna explode

[letstevengrantsleep]

Peter Parker smut femreader praise kink and a lot of teasing and pet names , like aunt may let's reader stay over and leaves for work while Peter sneaks back in and caught the reader doing something while wearing his shirt 😌

I can't tell you how excited I was to get this ask it's my FIRST ONE so THANK YOU to whoever left this - and I love the concept so much I really enjoyed writing this so I hope you like it

pairing: peter parker x f!reader

word count: 1,256

warnings: 18+ content, teasing, praise, peter being smug, slight humiliation if you squint, pillow riding

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May's house has always felt more like a home than anywhere else, so staying round while the house was empty wasn't unusual for you. It had only been an hour or two since she'd left for work and you'd taken it upon yourself to help out the lovely May by doing some cleaning for her, that is until you spilt what looked to be an entire bottle of cleaning product down your top and found yourself having to strip in her kitchen to avoid getting it anywhere else.

Frustrated, you climb the stairs, ruined t-shirt in hand as you make your way into her bedroom to see if you can find anything to cover yourself up with. Trust you to spill something whilst trying to be helpful, absolutely typical.

Rooting through May's wardrobe for clothes is seeming to be an unsuccessful venture and by now you are a little downtrodden, knowing that possibly the only place you were going to find something to wear was the one room you'd specifically told yourself you weren't going to find yourself in: Peter's room.

Don't get it twisted, you had nothing against Peter. The opposite, actually. You really fucking liked him, which is why you'd told yourself that were you to ever find yourself alone in the Parker home you would avoid his room like the plague for fear of... liking what you saw in there. No need to stoke the flames of your schoolgirl crush on the boy. But right now, it seemed there was no other choice.

So here you are, in Peter's bedroom, slipping on a t-shirt that smells like him and finding yourself unable to uproot your feet from their spot on his bedroom floor as you stare, wide-eyed at his bed. God, it's ridiculous, entirely wrong that just being in this room has you feeling so weak in the knees.

It's almost involuntary, the way that you shuffle over to his bed and climb up onto the sheets, pulling one of his pillows between your thighs and under your skirt, just enough to relieve the growing pleasure that's building up between them. You know it's wrong, and you know you shouldn't be in here, but there's something about being surrounded by him that makes your hair stand on end. You don't even register that you've started to rock back and forth on his pillow until you start to feel that familiar build of pressure low in your body, pulling a strangled, breathy moan right out of you. The wetness pooling between your thighs is definitely getting onto the pillow but you're finding it hard to care, brain fogged with unsavoury thoughts.

So caught up in your own head, you barely register the sound of the door opening, and the sharp intake of breath from the figure at the door.

"Y/n?"

Oh fuck.

You can't move quick enough, scrambling off the bed to stand awkwardly by the desk in an effort to look a little less guilty, which clearly works about as well as you thought it would: not at all.

"What are you- is that my shirt?" Peter asks, head cocked to the side.

"Yes, I- well I spilt some cleaning stuff and I- May didn't have anything... I- oh god I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here - I need to go." Your legs feel like jelly you're so embarrassed and all you can do is watch as he makes his way over to the bed, his pillow soaked with your arousal.

"What were you doing on my bed, hm?" He asks, a cheshire cat grin plastered on his face. You can feel your body temperature rising as he plucks the pillow from the mattress and brings it to his face, inhaling the scent of the mess you've made. "All this for me, princess?" Peter teases, a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly takes a step towards you.

"Don't play with me Peter, that's not fair." You look down, entirely red in the face and not willing to look at him. This is humiliating.

"Oh but I really want to play, baby,” he dips his head and crouches to be at your level, looking you dead in the eye as he says “want to show me what you were doing?"

Eyes wide, you shake your head, unwilling to believe that he's being serious. "No, Peter, I get it. I shouldn't have been in here, I-" You're cut off as both of his hands come to the sides of your head. Peter’s shaking his head, smile still on his face.

“That, just then… I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve thought about what it’d be like to see you just like that on my bed. I bet you're just filthy when you're on your own, am I right princess?” His hands don’t move but you can tell he’s itching to let them roam your body, his self-control hanging by a thread. “Let me see, princess, please?” He smirks.

Peter takes your hand, leading you back to the bed and slowly guiding you to sit back down on the pillow, exactly how you were before. "Go on bunny, show me, yeah?"

Slowly, you start grinding yourself down onto the pillow, eyes shut tight as pressure immediately starts bubbling up again. You can feel Peter's eyes on you as you get close, one of your hands slipping down under your skirt to play with your clit.

"No, no, baby let me do it." He coos, replacing your hand with his own, circling your clit and whispering into your ear. "Just like that princess, good girl."

The moans that escape you when he starts quickening his actions are practically feral, and they pull a cocky smirk and chuckle from Peter. "God baby, listen to yourself," he's way too fucking smug about the noises he was dragging out of you, head buried in the crook of your neck, sucking deep purple marks into the sensitive skin. "Come on baby you're doing so well, want you to cum for me already?" His smirk makes you want to scream as he watches your eyes roll back into your head.

Your body starts shaking, hips bucking harsh against the pillow as he draws your orgasm out of you, whispering praise against your neck as you shiver against him, whimpering and gasping as you cum.

"Aw, princess, so fucking needy," "I could listen to you whimpering for me all day, sounds like heaven, baby." He smirks as you come down from your high, pulling his hand from where it was playing with you and licking it clean of your cum.

"Oh my god." Open mouth, wide-eyes you stare at him, completely enamoured.

"Oh bunny, don't act like you're not still absolutely dripping for it." He smiles down at you, tilting his head to bring you in for a kiss. When his lips come to meet yours it's soft, exactly how you imagined it would be. He's letting you take the lead, guiding you to take what you want from him, allowing you to be the one to take things further. "So glad I caught you in here, fuck, my own little freak just getting herself off for me."

Groaning into your mouth, he pulls you to lie on top of him, smiling into the kiss as you sigh, content.

"Any time you want to sneak into my room and use me instead of that pillow..." he laughs, watching your face go red, "I'm all yours, princess."

[tic-toc-clock77]

Next part of the Ticciwork story

link; https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/352890178-tics-and-ticking-a-ticciwork-story

September 27th, 2013 8:00 a.m.

Clockwork groggily opens her eyes to the shining sun. With half open eyes, she sluggishly makes her way out of bed. The metal bars of the frame and crappy thin sheets and blanket didn't make for a very nice sleep.

She grabs her jacket from the small drawer across the room from her bed and puts it on. She grabs her boots she'd left by the door and puts them on. She walks out in the hallway, its walls are wooden as well as the floors, which are a darker brown. There are paintings and drawings along the walls, she considers adding her own but without any paper...she sighs.

Once she's made her way down the stairs, she gauges everyone. She peers around the room at Jeff, sitting with Ben on the couch, controllers in their hands as they play some game her one working eye fails to register from the bright light. She peers down at Sally, running across the living room to the kitchen, back and forth, with a beaten up Teddy Bear in her arms.

With the living and dining rooms connected she's able to view pretty much everyone. She's barely talked to them but she knows their names. She makes her way over to the dining room, containing 10 chairs in total, with an extra one, having been added for her last night.

The chair is rickety and old. From her seat, she's able to peak out the large window where the view extends deep into the forest. "Good morning!" She jumps at Toby's voice, nearly falling from her seat. 

"What the fuck?" Her eyes pierce into his soul as she places her feet firmly on the ground to keep from falling. He just laughs and takes off his mask. "Looks like I'll be monitoring you for the next 6 months!" He says with a chirp before a small whistle. Her heart drops her stomach with a low groan. This guy? Seriously?  She thinks to herself. "Right." She mumbles. Her whole body cringes from the scent and the sounds around her.

everything is so fucking loud. 

It's too much, much too much. At this point she'd have rather continued sleeping in the alleyway with the scent of trash and homeless folks around. This motherfucker looks like he has herpes or at least, something is wrong with the guy. "Uh," she starts uncomfortably, though ultimately at a loss for words. "I'll be seeing you tonight then?" She nods, slowly as if to make sure everything around her is really happening.  He places his hand on her shoulder with a giddy smile on his face that drops when he tries to meet her energy. She glances at the placement of his hand, he smiles quickly and squeezes  her shoulder but with no sense of pain, it's nearly impossible to adjust to the sense of pain others. 

She grits her teeth at the pain subconsciously and its a strange 3 seconds between the two before he finally backs off, a whistle and a chirp, as had become usual for him in the past months. They wave, though it's much more awkward on Clockwork's side of things.

....11:08 p.m.

Night, it was time. The time had finally matched up with her and maybe tonight, it wouldn't be her enemy. She hoped, at least, as she stopped pacing around her room. She slaps her hands down on the table and thought over her plan one more time;

Follow Toby Kill the victims Pretend like everything is fine until it's over Then, run out back to the alley.

Okay, so, not the best plan but it certainly is a plan.  She thought as she pulled her jacket over her shoulders and tied the laces of her boots. She went over the plan again and again in her mind.

Once she made it to the door, she watched as Toby readjusted his orange goggles so they fit over his eyes, pulling back the elastic and allowing it to snap back to rest in his hair. She took notice as to how he looked entirely different when the mask was around his mouth and the goggles concealed his eyes, she couldn't even think of what he looked like before putting them on.

"Ready to go?" His voice when the words plopped out was much different from his face just moments ago; serious, focused with a hint of some sort of sadness or guilt in his eyes which melted away with his chipper and excited tone when he turned to face her.

She nodded at his question, pulling her hood over her face and moving her a piece of her hair over her eye, or what was her eye her at some point, which now held a clock inside the socket, which ticked steadily, medium paced.

"That's an interesting thing you got...going on there." Toby said awkwardly within the tense atmosphere of the forest and their slow pacing as both their feet crunched the leaves below them. She said nothing, digging her hands into her sweater pockets. Toby chuckled nervously at her demeanor.

The moon was full that night as it arched over the tall trees, that if you looked at them just right, they would almost start to look like people, tall and grotesque people, stretched limb from limb, like a medieval torture method...it started to inspire her so much she dropped dead in her tracks.

"I could draw this." She mumbled softly, the corners of her mouth turning to a smile. Toby spun his body around to head back and stand by her side, anxious to make some sort of connection. "You draw?" He asked with genuine intrigue. Feeling awkward, she just shrugged and started to walk again.

"I'd love to see it." He said, running up to her side. "Your art, I mean." He corrected himself. She wasn't very eager to make connections with people she wasn't planning on ever seeing again so she dug her hand into her pockets and said nothing.

She continued to receive his attention, albeit unwanted, the entire way into the city. He didn't seem to notice that she was clearly uninterested or he did and simply didn't care. Maybe he just likes the sound of his own voice. Either way, it was making it impossible to think clearly.

Crash...

Toby climbed in the window before her, he kicked away the shards of glass on the floor with the side of his sneaker. He extended a gloved hand toward Clockwork, she glanced; the glove was covered in dust and some dried blood. Reluctantly, she took his hand and stepped through the shattered window, careful not to touch the shards still stuck inside the brown window pane. Slipping in, her boots crush a shard. "Careful." He whispered, patting her arm while looking around. In the corner of the room there was a small lamp, it glowed warmly as it sat just past the ugly green couch that complimented the darker shade of green in the carpet and the brown wooden walls. She followed behind him and they walked slowly.

Under her foot, the carpet squished and she sniffed the air. "Must be a deep sleeper." Toby mumbled, the serious expression from before returned to his face. She faced the direction he'd spoken from and noticed a large dog laying peacefully on the ground, it began to snore. She guessed what she'd just stepped in would be dog piss, she shuddered slightly.

She walked in front of him, slowly creeping and from behind, she heard the sound of paper crinkling, "Jason and Miranda Hayes." He whispered the victims names to her, she nodded. Her pulse started to go up as she pulled her knife from she'd hidden it and started to drag it against the walls, a long slicing noise came from it that cut off sharply when that area of wall would end. Her smile turned up again as she opened the creaking door to the couple's room.

"Who's there?!" The man shot up, making Clockwork lunge at him, the woman awoke with a start beside him. Clockwork clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

"Your time is up."

Her tone dripping with darkness, she stuck her knife into the man's throat, leaving him without time to react. Her blade was shoved so deeply, it stuck out of the other side of his neck only to be yanked from the hole, his body fell limp with the red liquid spilling onto the blue and white sheets and blankets. Clockwork breathed heavily, her wide smile caused by the sensation of the stomach acid and adrenaline. Just as the woman beside him went to stand, Toby grabbed her arm and yanked her backward so harshly, she fell to the floor with a thud. He kneeled to the woman with fear in her big blue eyes and through the thin metal bars of his mask, he smiled. Chuckling lowly, he raised his hatchet and swung down. "Now." She thought, anxiously moving herself toward the open window of the bedroom, she swung her legs through it and took off running.

She'd made it down the road, covered in blood and dirt, a knife gripped firmly in her hand. She aimed to get as far away from the forest as possible, she'd go back to alley if she had to. At least, she'd have her freedom, at the very least she had herself, she needed nobody else.

Breath heaving, she didn't stop running until, just as she ran to cross the road, a car came speeding toward her, like a deer in headlights, she froze. Just as she locked eyes with the man in the vehicle, a hand pulled her back by her waist. Pulled backward, she stumbled for a moment before turning to attack whoever it was that had grabbed at her, swinging her knife with the rest of her body. "What the fuck is your problem?!" Toby shouted, grabbing at her wrist before she had the chance to swing, her eyes narrowed....

[boxofbadaddiction]

Not According to Plan

George Weasley x Reader

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Prompts: 4 & 11

"Hi I'm [Y/N or Character] I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable."

"Ah, Humour based on my pain. Aha-ha-ha."

Warnings: Swearing

If you thought about it, had the teachers really cared about students roaming the castle at night, they'd certainly have worked harder to ensure breaking curfew wasn't so easy.

Night was when the castle was most fun, after all.

Running from Filch. Stealing food from the kitchens. Star gazing from the balcony of the North Tower. All far too tantalising to resist.

For [Y/N] in particular.

Exploring the ancient building in the late hours of the night had become somewhat of a habit for her. Sneaking out of her dormitory while her room-mates slept peacefully in their beds she relished in the feeling of freedom which enveloped her every sense in the cool night air.

Her favourite activity by far had to be antagonising Peeves in the Dungeons before stargazing with a hot chocolate held firm between her freezing palms.

Tonight however didn't quite go to plan.

Screwing with the prankster Poltergeist took an unforeseen turn resulting in her currently hauling ass from the doom and gloom of the Dungeons.

Apparently her weekly routine had become far too predictable as Peeves had been waiting for her tonight. Hell bent on revenge he was accompanied by none other than one Severus Snape. Not what she was expecting as she casually rounded the corner, safe to say her feet had never changed direction so fast. Nearly falling over herself as she ran.

"THERE!" Peeves bellowed seeing her sprinting form disappear from the corridor.

The sound of Snape shouting, hot on her heels willed her legs to carry her faster. To pump her arms harder as she bounded up a flight of stairs in a hidden passage which led directly to the third floor.

She fell against a large stone pillar, hand on her side trying to dull the aching cramp that'd formed in her ribs and swallowing thickly to ease the burning of her now dry throat.

Content that she had put enough distance between herself and the fuming Head of Slytherin House, [Y/N] composed herself. Strolling leisurely down the hall with a relieved chuckle coming from her throbbing throat, heading toward the kitchens, she could really use that drink now.

But tonights surprises didn't end there.

Mind too fixed on her narrow escape [Y/N] failed to register the rapidly approaching sound of footsteps barrelling down the adjoining hallway. Next thing she knew she had collided with someone and fell hard to the floor.

"Ah, fuck" a pained voice groaned near her.

[Y/N]s body had never felt as heavy as it did in that moment. Laying face down on the ground her arms moved to lift herself. Shaking her head to clear her blurred vision and dull the ringing in her ears that echoed in her mind from the sudden collision.

[Y/N] squinted toward the source of her injury but could only just make out a figure.

A boy laid sprawled on his back, one knee in the air with an arm slung across his abdomen. Given the difficulty in which he tried to pull himself upright and the way his other hand massaged the back of his head [Y/N] gathered he was in an equal amount of pain.

The flaming red hair was a dead give away, although she already had her suspicions in who the likely culprit was. Only two other people in this school seemed to share her affinity for breaking curfew. The Weasley Twins. Until now however she never had the pleasure of making either pranksters acquaintance. She was, after all, a year below the pair and from another House.

"Are you alright?" The boy asked. He had managed to roll himself onto his side propped up by his elbow he eyed the girl concernedly. She was now resting on her knees, hands supporting her while her body hung heavy like dead weight making her arms quake under the pressure.

"Peachy" her voice sounded as if she'd been winded during the fall, "I've always wondered what the Castle floors taste like. Now I know...they taste like shit."

The redhead laughed at her sarcasm, "Glad I could help clear that up for you then." With a groan he rose to his feet, quickly peering back around the corner from which he came before holding his hand out for the stranger to take. Accepting gladly she used his strength to pull herself from the cold ground.

"Talk about ways to take a girls breath away." She muttered to herself but given the cocked expression on his face the boy had heard. She wasn't sure if he were amused or not.

Taking her hand from his [Y/N] placed both of hers on her lower back and stretched her aching muscles while the joints in her spine cracked in several places. Moaning lightly at the tension it relieved.

"If I were to hazzard a guess, I'd say you were running from Filch."

"That'd be a pretty good guess" he smiled shyly as if unsure how she were about to react.

Lifting her gaze to meet his she found the expression to be one of unease and awkwardness. It looked out of place on the face of one half of the notorious Weasley Twins.

"The rumours are true, Weasley's really do know how to knock a girl off their feet."

His face contorted into a mixture of confusion and amusement. Given the circumstances he'd been awaiting a lecture or to be scolded for his recklessness which ended up rather painful for the both of them. Humour was not something he expected to come from her. An impressed grin snuck it's way onto his lips, the Twins always admired a person who could make light of a tense situation.

The silence and look on his face spoke differently to [Y/N], she felt she must have said the wrong thing. The whole encounter was far too awkward for her liking. Bouncing on the balls of her feet she let out a long breath through mostly closed lips as she gently punched her palm contemplating her next words. She had to think of something...anything to say that could recover.

"Hi, I'm [Y/N] I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable." She reached her hand out to shake his. To her great relief he laughed while taking it. "George" he answered simply.

"What's a girl like you doing out at a time like this?" Raising his brow with a cheeky grin he placed his hands in his pockets.

"Same as you it'd appear."

"Running from Filch?"

"Snape actually." George's eyes went wide at the words.

"You dare tempt to best the Devil?" Silent laughter radiated through his body as he smiled in shock.

"Well to be totally honest, he wasn't in my plans. But Peeves got the better of me."

"Peeves?"

"Annoying him has become somewhat of a hobby of mine", [Y/N] shrugged, "guess he finally had enough. He had Snape waiting for me."

"The little snitch." The two laughed.

For two people who had just met, in a rather abrupt and unpleasant manner, they were surprised at how easily conversation flowed between them.

Leaning casually against the corridor wall they spoke a little back and forth while George relayed his evenings events and how he suddenly found himself unaccompanied by his brother. It wouldn't have stopped there, had it not been for the arrival of Mrs Norris and the sound of Filchs voice carrying down the hall putting a stopper in their laughter.

Staring wide eyes from the cat back to one another they took off in a sprint. George made to turn down the passage [Y/N] ascended previously before she grabbed his hand "Not there. That's where I ditched Snape he'll be down there for sure!"

Thinking quickly George took the lead, hand still clasped firmly in hers. Dragging [Y/N] close behind him they ran through the courtyard to the Trophy room.

Hiding beside an old cabinet [Y/N] and George fought hard to recapture their breaths dropping each others hand, [Y/N]s clutched her chest as George steadied himself against the wall.

"That's...the second time" [Y/N] strained to speak through burning breaths, "second time you've left me breathless tonight." She chuckled swallowing hard afterwards. "That's so corny" George coughed feeling like his lungs were full of sand.

When their ability to speak without pain finally returned the two soon found they had a lot in common. George was in awe of how [Y/N] could make light of any situation. She seemed to ooze positively and, much like he and his brother, always tried to make people laugh because, in her words, "What's life without laughter? Fucking boring." He could feel himself falling as he hung from her every word. Every giggle. Every smile. He couldn't take his eyes off her, till a blinding light from over her shoulder appeared pulling his attention. A teacher. He couldn't stand to see her end up in detention so, panicking, he did the only thing he could think of. Cutting [Y/N] off mid sentence he shoved her into the hidden compartment he knew lay behind the cabinet. He and Fred had used it many times before, though it wasn't exactly spacious it served it's purpose as a temporary refuge from angry teachers or prefects.

Eliciting a sudden squeal from [Y/N] as she had remained blissfully unaware of the approaching punishment he closed the cabinet behind her, leaning against it in a casual way just as the teacher turned into the hall.

"WEASLEY!" They yelled. Snape. Of course it'd be Snape he thought.

"PROFESSOR!" he mockingly yelled back with an innocent smile he straightened himself off the cabinet.

"Mind explaining as to why you are roaming the castle well past curfew?"

"Just fancied paying the trophies a visit sir." The familiar creak of wood sounded through the space as [Y/N] had obviously pressed against the other size of the cupboard, turning both men's attention. Georges eyes were wide as Snapes brows furrowed in confusion.

"Haven't seen them in so long you see. Thought they must have been missing me." He shouted slightly leaning all his weight back against the wood to stop it moving and to draw Snapes attention back to him.

"Mhmm. Where's your brother?" The Slytherin asked with a stern expression.

"Bed I imagine." a light tapping noise began to sound coming from the direction of the cabinet once again. George shifted his position so as to strum his fingertips against the old wood to compensate.

"A likely story."

"Sir, it is quite late you realise?"

"I'm aware." Snape was growing tired of the redheads cheek "50 points will be taken from Gryffindor and, seeing as you're so taken by them, detention this weekend shall be served polishing every last trophy in this room. Should give you plenty of time to be...reacquainted." the greasy haired man smirked triumphantly.

"You're too kind, sir" George forced a smile.

"Return to your house immediately and, should you run into him, before I do, drag your dimwitted other half with you." With a nod and two finger saltue George glared at his potions teacher, watching him stride away dramatically.

He was still glaring when he heard a loud knock come from the hiding place.

"Oh right" he fumbled upright opening the way slowly. He peered in to see [Y/N] leant back against the wall with arms folded and a much more playful glare than the one George was sporting moments ago. "Ah, come to let me out have you?" She jested.

"I'm sorry, Severus came waltzing by and-"

"Oh, I know."

"You know?"

"He always patrols the trophy room at 12pm Thursday nights."

"Well why the bloody hell didn't you tell me!?"

"Same reason I kept tapping on the back of the cabinet...I wanted to make things difficult for you." The girl grinned wickedly.

Georges mouth fell open. "To think, I was trying to save you from detention." He laughed.

"Yes I did hear that part actually. Be sure to put your elbows into it, some of these old cups are quite tarnished." She ran her finger over the glass of the neighbour display as she walked out past him.

"Ah, humour based on my pain. Aha-ha-ha."

[Y/N]s head dropped as she laughed at his sarcasm before turning to him while he leant back against the cabinet to close it's hiding place. Looking down at her [Y/N] blushed under the weight of his stare, biting her lip to restrain the giddy smile trying to break through.

"Want to go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?"

The question took her by surprise. The butterflies in her stomach making her uncomfortable.

"Ah, You have detention." She reminded him.

"So?"

"How do you plan on getting out of the Castle?"

"I have my ways." He shrugged with a smug look on his face.

[Y/N]s tongues traced her lips before pulling her bottom one through her teeth, the experience was calling to her like breaking curfew. She did love to break the rules.

"Okay."

"Okay?" He seemed astonished by her answer, and brought himself off the cabinet.

"Yeah, okay. I'd love too." [Y/N] was smiling brightly now at the prospect of spending more time with George.

"Great! Meet me here at 10 on Saturday?"

She nodded the only reply she seemed capable of giving as the butterflies in her stomach took over her whole body.

"Great. Well I better go find my 'dimwitted other half' let him know that Snapes after us." He joked "I'll see you then." He placed a quick kiss to her cheek.

Her hand came to the place where his lips had met her skin as the familiar warmth of a blush spread over her face. She turned to watch him leave, he must have expected her to as he looked over his shoulder shooting her a wink before leaving around the corner.

Tonight was surprising to say the least. And not a thing had gone to plan. But [Y/N] wouldn't have changed a second of it for the world.

[xelles-archive]

Her Cure

➥ Peter Maximoff x Self-insert

➥ Genre: Fluff with a bit of venting

➥ Summary: Peter comes to his girlfriend's house, but wasn't expecting to see her with a down mood.

➥ Word Count: 3.3k

➥ Warnings: Don't read if you don't like sharing Peter as an f/o. This is super, SUPER self-indulgent, so please don't send any hate.

➥ A/N: I'll be using she/her pronouns in this story because I still haven't gotten used to writing myself as 'they' in stories. Also, Peter's little sister's name isn't confirmed. It's just a headcanon of mine that her name is Lorna.

➥ Tags: @nougatships @just-sinag @selfshipping-port

The ringing from the alarm clock on Peter's desk was the very first thing that welcomed him into this new day, but the repeating, annoying sound was immediately dismissed when he slammed his hand on it. He nearly punched down the whole thing due to his pressure. He groggily sat up on his bed and harshly rubbed his eye. "Agh!" He groaned, getting weird glitches in his vision. That didn't stop Peter from doing his routine though, as it quickly disappeared, too.

He went to his closet and changed from his pajamas to his casual wear. The classic black band t-shirt and silver leather jacket. He dashed upstairs once, then came back to his room and grabbed a comb to brush his hair. "Hell yeah, you're looking great." He clicked his tongue and pointed finger guns at himself in the mirror. He finally went upstairs, for real this time.

He was met with his mother cooking breakfast, and the smell of eggs and bacon rose to Peter's nostrils, making him inhale the precious scent. It was a classic breakfast, and he can't wait to eat it.

Finally, after a minute or so, Magda noticed his presence. "Oh, Peter! I didn't notice you there." She looked behind to give her son a bright smile, which he nicely reflected back. "Oh, well, ya know. Just doin' things as fast as I can." Peter shrugged his shoulders, as the sarcasm in his line of voice made the woman giggle. The wide smile stuck on her face as she went back to cooking. "It's almost finished. Maybe you could wake up your sister for the meantime."

Peter nodded in response, and even though his mom wasn't looking, she knew he already obeyed what she said. It's one of the good sides to his mutation.

Not even a minute has passed, and the young boy was already back to his previous spot. The mother looked at him in confusion and opened her mouth to ask, but Peter already knew – almost like predicting it — what she was supposed to say. "She's dressing up. Don't worry."

She smiled again, and expected nothing more or less of her son. When was there a time without Peter ever lightening up the mood? She doesn't remember at least one moment when it felt boring in the house, well, probably except before Peter came.

But none of that matters, as they're all together now.

Soon enough, the youngest member of the family came down. "Hey there, lil sis." Peter greeted his younger sibling, who seemed to be still sleepy. She yawned quite loudly and nearly fell off when she climbed up on the chair. Even with the lack of response, the cute little scene that occurred in front of him made Peter smile. "Still sleepy, huh?" He mocked.

Lorna merely hummed and nodded her head with her eyes still fluttering open. Their mother turned around with two plates in her hand, scooting them over to where Peter and Lorna were sitting. Both of them childishly eyed the well-done dish, their mouths watering in hunger. "Well then, let's dig in." The woman clasped her hands together, and the small family grabbed their respective utensils to start eating.

In just a blink of an eye, Peter was munching down on the food. Maybe too fast. Not even having a single bite, Magda placed down her spoon on the plate. "Peter, slow down." She remarked, quite calmly in fact. As a mother, she had the right to be concerned of her children's intentions.

"Hm?" Peter looked up from his plate, and when he saw the disapproving look on his mother's face, he gulped down the food as hard as he can. "Sorry." He raised his hand as a sign of apology.

A gentle smile replaced the frown on her face. "What's with the rush? Do you have a date?"

Lorna nearly choked on her food as soon as their mother ended her statement. She placed down her utensils and looked over to his older brother with excited eyes. "You're going out with Xelle again?!"

"Whaaaaat?" Peter scoffed. "Noooo." He waved his hand, rolling his eyes as he did so. "I'm just gonna visit her house, that's all." He was supposedly going to continue eating, but Lorna still had more questions. This little girl was always excited when it comes to Peter's girlfriend.

"But it's still considered a date, right?" She raised her eyebrows, awaiting for her older brother's response. Peter opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then opened it again with a cocked brow. "I guess? I mean, we're still going out, so yeah, maybe it's considered a date." He just shrugged it off as he grabbed his glass of water to drink.

Lorna squealed, shaking her arms in excitement, and even rocking her legs back and forth under the table. "Ooooh man! I can't wait to have my sister-in-law!"

Even one single word could cause everything to crumble. Their mother had been listening to their conversations at the start, but she wasn't expecting to hear such words from her daughter. Her eyes widened, while Peter spat out the water he was drinking. Magda quickly scolded him for making a mess in front of them. But then, it's gone in an instant. The table looked clean again.

The mother anxiously looked over to her daughter, giving her an uncertain smile. "Maybe that's too early for your brother, dear."

Tilting her head in confusion, she asked another question. Oh, how different the circumstances will be if Xelle was here right now. She could have hushed the young girl, at least. "Why? Is he not old enough to marry her?"

"Okay, Lorna, I'm only twenty years old." Peter suddenly intruded in the conversation as he wiped the excess liquid on his face. "Plus, I still got college to catch up to. I don't wanna rush things."

Their mother laughed at him. "That's funny coming from you." It took a while for Lorna to register the joke, but even Peter's humor was fast enough for him to understand. He didn't even realize he was making a joke, yet he still laughed along. "Hah, real funny, Mom. Anyway, I gotta go." He took one last bite from his food before dashing off, probably to Xelle's place.

Neither of the two females were able to say something before he left. Magda's eyes brought themselves to check Peter's plate, and she was not happy to see it. She frowned, and even if she knew he wouldn't hear her, she shouted out his name.

He suddenly appeared in the dining room again. "Sorry. Again." He gave his mother an apologetic smile as he grabbed his plate and washed it really quickly. He made sure he got to say goodbye properly this time.

Magda released a sigh. "I sure do hope I'll get a daughter-in-law, too."

The young girl smiled widely at her mother. "So you agree with me!"

Arriving in his girlfriend's place, Peter was refreshed to see the familiar green plants in her tiny little garden. With all the flowers and succulents, her house looked adorable. Thank heavens her father allowed her to live alone. He's been here multiple times already, mainly for checking up on her and taking her out on dates, but when he saw somebody on her doorstep, he stopped in his tracks.

It looked like a woman. Well, at least to Peter. She had long brownish hair and wore fancy clothing, she even had a purse dangling from her arm. There stood Xelle in the doorway, a clear frown on her face. Peter furrowed his eyebrows in worry as he watched this lady talk to his girlfriend. He couldn't hear what they were saying from this distance, so he just stood there. Besides, it was only a few steps away.

A few minutes had passed, and the lady finally turned around and entered her car, which was parked just outside. Peter pretended to walk as a passerby when the car zoomed past him. He looked behind him to check the plate number.

Xelle didn't even bother to look after that lecture from her stepmother. She ran her hand over her hair, tugging on it out of anger, as a long, sad sigh escaped from her lips. She had been fighting off her tears while she listened to those harsh words. She always thought of herself as a crybaby, and now that she finally has some time alone, she closed the door.

"Ow."

Or maybe not.

The female looked at her door, making an assumption that someone was behind it. She looked down at the ground, catching a glimpse of that silver-colored shoe she always recognized, stuck in between the door frame. She immediately opened the door, and to no surprise, she was faced with her boyfriend.

Peter waved his hand as a cute smile was embedded on his face. He didn't even need to say anything and Xelle already found herself smiling again, even the slightest. "Hi, Peter."

That was highly unusual. She'd usually jump at him for a hug or smile widely at him. The young boy noticed her change of behavior, the smile on his face disappearing. "You okay?" He brought his hand down.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She responded, turning around as she allowed Peter to come inside. He was polite enough to remove his shoes and set it aside before actually coming in. He closed the door and followed Xelle into the kitchen, which was just beside the living room.

Washing dishes, once again. Never the same, never different either. Peter watched her fingers gracefully slip past the smooth plates and place them down on a dryer. It was a weird thing for him to observe, but he loved every little thing about her. He can't resist himself.

Xelle was finally done with the dishes, dabbing a towel on her hands to get rid of the wetness, when Peter suddenly appeared beside her. He leaned onto the counter as he smiled at her. "So who was that lady earlier?"

Bringing her gaze to him, she raised an eyebrow at him. "What lady?" She asked as she hung the towel on the fridge's handle. "The lady you were talking to in the doorway." Peter responded, tilting his head while he awaited for her answer.

Xelle narrowed her eyes at him. "You were eavesdropping on us?" She asked in disbelief. The male in front of her widened his eyes and awkwardly laughed. "What? No. I just saw you talking with her." He stood up straight, placing a firm hand on her waist and bringing her over to him. Their bodies ended up colliding each other as their eyes focused on the ones in front of them. "You know I wouldn't lie to you." He pushed back a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She smiled at him, genuinely this time. "I know." As she thought the heavy burden in her chest was finally going to disappear, it just came back again. The corners of her lips deepened themselves into a frown, and to prevent Peter from seeing it, she pushed herself away from him. "But you don't need to worry about her. She's just my stepmother." She walked away into the living room.

Peter was, at first, confused why she suddenly distanced herself like that. The biggest thing that confused him was the stepmother. "Wait, stepmother? You have a stepmom?" He questioned as he followed her path.

"Yeah," she plopped down on the couch, "she and Papa didn't last long, though." Grabbing the remote control, she turned on the television. Her arm was laid out on the couch's backrest while her other one faced the squarish electronic. "But like I said, you don't need to worry about her." A few static sounds were brought to life until she stopped to one channel.

Even if she says that, of course he's still going to worry. Xelle was acting strange and he was not liking it. He pressed his lips into a thin line, shaking his head and stepping towards the couch. "Do you really think," he started as he sat beside Xelle, "I would believe that when you have that look on your face?"

Xelle brought her gaze to him and slightly tilted her head. "What do you mean?" In a flash, the remote control in her hand was gone. She looked at the absence of the object for a quick moment before she looked at Peter, who now had the remote in his hand, with wide eyes. "You know what I mean." He turned off the television and set the remote aside.

The short-haired female merely stayed silent and stared at him with uncertainty, this lack of response made Peter cross his arms. "C'moooon. You can't keep hiding things from me." He cooed a bit teasingly.

She knows she can't. He could always tell when something is bothering her, and that's why she still loves him to this very day. It's one of the biggest reasons why she's so happy every time she's with him. She took one deep breath before crawling over to Peter, to which took him by surprise. "Oop-" He yelped as Xelle pushed him down on the couch. She somehow got in between his legs and made herself comfortable to lay on his chest.

The adorable sight that took appearance in front of Peter's eyes made him chuckle out of amusement. He wrapped his arms around her and smirked down at her. "What, we're just gonna cuddle without even telling me what the problem is?"

Xelle giggled in response. As soon as her light laughter died down, her eyes wandered off to somewhere. "It's just…" She started. "Sometimes it's hard having alexithymia."

"Alexi- wha-" Peter narrowed his eyes, but it didn't take him long to realize what she was talking about. "Ohh, right. Alexithemic."

"Alexithymia." She corrected him.

"Right. Yeah."

She couldn't help but to at least smile at his silliness. "I don't know, it's just, it's hard expressing my emotions." The weight on her body — even though nothing was on her — felt heavy, as she found herself sinking deeper into Peter's embrace. "Especially since I don't have the confidence to speak up." Her hands gently hovered his shoulders. "I mean, it's not very severe, but it's, it's still difficult. It causes misunderstandings."

"Your emotions seep out a lot to me, though."

Xelle brought her eyes to look at him. He had that adorable little smile and raised his eyebrows, as if he was trying to prove what she said was wrong. "I could tell that you're sad, and…happy, oh, and…angry?" His statement sounded so unsure, but that somehow still made her laugh.

That's all he wanted to hear, after all.

A tiny chuckle is enough to relieve him that she's doing fine. He doesn't really consider himself a good person to ask for advice, but if Xelle sees him that way, he'll try the best he can.

Peter caressed the top of her head, despite the shortness of her hair, he wanted to get a better look on her face. "I'm kidding. But what makes you say that?" He tried to continue the conversation.

"Well, you saw my stepmother earlier, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She fiddled with her fingers and lightly clasped them together as she tried to find the right words to say. Peter could sense a bit of hesitance from her, but nonetheless, he waited for her to speak. "We kinda got into, uh, we got into an argument because I didn't get to say I'm sorry." Fully clasping her fingers together into a tight hold, her breath hitched for a quick second. "It's, it's one of the things I hate about myself."

Xelle was supposed to bury her face on Peter's chest out of the shame, until she felt sudden movement and had no choice but to look up. "Heeey." Peter pushed himself up with his arms and stared down at her. "Just because you didn't get to do something you want doesn't mean you can hate yourself." He said, receiving an astonished look from his girlfriend.

He didn't know what he truly meant, but he was saying it from the heart. He knew how it felt like to hate yourself for the things you do. He just didn't want to see the sweetest girl he had ever met do it to herself, too.

"I mean," his eyes looked everywhere before quickly bringing themselves back to Xelle, "you were considering the fact that you should apologize to her. That already makes you a good person, right?" He attempted to reach out to her face and caress her cheek with his thumb. "Besides, if you hate yourself, I'm hating myself, too."

Eyes burning up in tears, Xelle found herself melting into Peter's touch. A silent weep escaped from her lips, and as she couldn't bring herself to speak up, she just nodded her head in response. It was so easy for her to tear up, and yet Peter doesn't mind any of that. As soon as he saw her crying, he brought her into a hug. At moments like these, it felt like her alexithymia was gone.

Peter was her cure.

What sounded like sniffs turning into sobs eventually took over the conversation as the couple found comfort just by being in each other's arms. Peter gave her the time to let out her tears, giving her occasional back rubs and gripping onto her like he didn't want to ever let her go. It always hurt him to see her like this.

When her tightened posture finally loosened up, and her breath seemed to slow down, Peter also found himself finally calming down. It almost felt like their heartbeats were synchronized, being so physically close to each other gave them more of a chance to be connected.

Just as Peter opened his mouth to speak, his ears was met with something he never expected to hear on a day like this,

"I love you."

His eyes widened. "What?"

"I said I love you, Peter."

Did she really say that? She never voluntarily says 'I love you' to anyone, including Peter himself. Did she just really say 'I love you' to him?

"I- Wow-" He stopped himself mid-sentence as he chortled. Xelle pulled herself away and took a glance at her boyfriend's shocked expression. The corners of her lips brought themselves up to form a smile as she breathed out a laugh. "What, you're not used to it?" She teased.

"Yeah, well," Peter shook his head, "you never say those three words to anyone." He spoke through gritted teeth. Xelle's chest felt lighter as she released another hearty laugh. That laugh of hers that always gets Peter's head in cloud nine. It's something he always treasured, and now that he heard it again, he almost flinched when he felt her hands fondle with his cheeks. "Then consider yourself lucky." She placed a peck on his nose before nuzzling her face in his neck.

Peter was left speechless, his mouth slightly agape, after that unexpected occurrence. That quick nose kiss made his heart skip an extra beat. He was weak for those types of kisses. He doesn't know why, but he always gets flushed and hot when he receives affection from Xelle — let alone her rare, peculiar, wholesome behavior.

He was going to wrap his arms around her, when an idea popped in his head.

"Hey, you know what?"

She hummed in response, staying in position.

Peter grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her away, grinning widely at her.

"I love you too." Using his superspeed to his advantage, he showered her with lots of kisses on her face. To Xelle, it felt like she was being tickled. She laughed out loud as she tried to cover her face from any further kisses, but they still kept coming. Overwhelmed with the amount of love she's getting, she just slammed her hands and managed to catch Peter's face, finally closing in their distance and placing a firm kiss on his lips. It wasn't long enough before he gave in and returned the pleasure to her.

At this moment of time and day, Xelle feels content with everything that involves Peter.