Summarized: Astrid is a rookie on the NXT roster. Her mentor, William Regal, suggests that she start off the process of figuring out her character and growing an audience by being a manager or valet. It’s not her ideal situation, but when the only two volunteers who step up are Adam Cole, her ex three times removed and Pete Dunne / BSS, she chooses the lesser evil of the two.. Problem.. Pete Dunne and Astrid do not get along at all. Secondary problem.. Both are totally head over heels for each other; unwilling to admit it. But will proximity breed familiarity and longing or resentment?
TL;DR: If you’ve seen movies like 10 Things I Hate About You or any movie where boy and girl do not get along at first then you pretty much know what this is about.
Peter wasn’t waiting on their usual roof top for patrol the next night, but it only took Wade about half an hour to find him, tracking the hero down by following the sirens towards the other side of town.
“Spidey!” He yelled and dropped into the middle of what was basically a brawl as Spider Man tried to help the police corral what had started as a disagreement at a soccer game and spilled out onto the street as a full fledged riot. “Why didn’t you call me if you were having this much fun?’
Peter yelled something back that Wade didn’t quite catch, but he was too busy subduing rioters, complaining to himself about how much easier this had all been back when nobody cared if he killed people. But noooo if he wanted to be anything close to a hero, and not on Spideys or the Avengers shit list, he had to use non-lethal methods, so Wade just started clocking people as they came at him, flattening them with a punch, then zip tieing them to whichever pole or chunk of fence or parking meter he came across.
Peter was throwing webs at people, their hands, their feet, whatever it took to get them down and out of the riot as the police eventually started making headway in rounding everyone up.
Finally it was just Wade and Peter left in front of the soccer arena, the last few police cruisers pulling away with their prisoners, news vans leaving the scene now that the excitement was over.
“Thank you!” Several police officers called as they headed out, honking their horns or flashing their lights in thanks and even though Wade waved back–always surprisingly thrilled when the law enforcement was cheering for him, not yelling at him– Peter didn’t wave at all.
In fact, the minute the parking lot was empty, the second Wade turned to Peter to say something–
–Peter shot a pile of webbing at him, knocking him into the wall and leaving him stuck, several inches of web plastered over his waist and up his chest, keeping him completely immobile.
“Don’t fucking talk to me.” Peter snarled, and jerked around to leave, shooting away into the air and leaving Wade trussed up and helpless against the arena wall.
Pairing: Peter X Reader Warnings: Language A/N: Honestly this is on of my favourite imagines that I’ve written, it’s hella long but I hope you guys like it!! REMINDER: I do not have a tagslist! Btw this is from a prompts list, that’s why some sentences might be bolded. The second part is done and I think I might do a third, not sure yet :))
“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” Peter asked, giving you a look when you avoided his gaze and continued poking at your food.
You two were on a date at a new Chinese food place Peter was excited to try, especially cause he knew how much you loved Chinese - but you seemed so tense and unresponsive during the dinner that he knew something wasn’t quite right.
“Nothing, Pete,” you mumbled, not wanting to talk about it. But he saw the way you bit your lip and knew something was up.
“What is it, Y/N?” he asked, his hand moving to yours.
“We’re moving,” you said in a flat tone, your eyes suddenly filling with tears as you watched Peter’s shocked expression. “Mom’s moving us to California for her work.”
Warning: Angst little fluff I kinda cried a little writing it
You were only teenagers. You shouldn’t have done what you did.
Peter Parker, your crush since you could remember, asked you out, finally mid junior year. You thought you’d bounce off the walls. He was so cute, his smile so bright and relief filled when you said yes. Was there really any wonder you fell for him in the first place?
Two years. Two amazing, wonderful years you dated him. He was the sweetest boyfriend ever. It wasn’t perfect all the time, nothing ever is, but it was as close as you thought possible. The dates were never big except on birthdays or anniversaries. They mostly consisted of movies at home, homemade meals, grabbing take out to go on a picnic, or cuddle sessions sometimes during movies. It didn’t matter what you did together. You were together, that’s what mattered.
Right after graduation, he proposed to you. It felt like when he first asked you out. You said yes, obviously.
Then, college happened. He still had the “internship” (you knew about that since you guys started dating) along with classes, so you rarely had time to be together, except for days off and school breaks.
And, one day, the break got steamy.
You were both nineteen, been dating for almost three years. You thought it was overdue, but maybe it’d help him relieve stress.
That worked, too well.
Peter left during summer vacation, telling you the Avengers had a huge problem that he had to help with. While it wasn’t common for him to be called in a lot now (Tony wanted him to focus on school more), you knew by the look in his eyes he had to go. He wanted to help save the world. The next day, you kiss him, tell him to be safe, and start praying to anyone to bring him back safe.
Three days later find you heaving into the toilet. Since it was school break, Peter’s aunt, May, let you stay with her in Peter’s room. She held your hair back, but you couldn’t help thinking it should be Peter there instead.
“Honey, do you feel okay?” May asked you quietly, rubbing your back as you use a wet rag to clean your face from the sweat.
“I…I don’t know, May…I don’t feel like I’m sick, but…I don’t know. I miss Peter. Could that be it?”
She pressed a hand against your forehead and shook her head. “No fever, so maybe it’s a stomach bug. Should go away in a few days.”
You nodded, taking her advice to nibble on some crackers, drink some soft drinks, and rest. When you didn’t stop getting sick every morning, and sometimes more during the day, she drove you to the doctor’s office. You were both stunned when the doctor revealed you were pregnant.
Pregnant. You were having Peter’s child. And he wasn’t here to know.
You spent the rest of the day locked in his room crying on his bed, finding photos he’d taken of you and others someone else had taken of both of you. There were even a few you took, though they weren’t nearly as good as his. One was him trying to wrestle the camera out of your hand, another was him laughing with an adorable nose scrunch.
God, you missed him
You were three months along when you heard news that the Avengers were back in New York and you hailed the first cab you could to go to Stark Tower. You were barely showing through Peter’s old sweatshirt, which is why you were wearing it then. The Avengers were just heading inside, but you yell out at them and stop them. Tony recognized you first, Peter brought you around a couple times to the lab. You saw his face drop as he wasn’t in his suit, which only made your heart drop as well.
“Mr. Stark?” you asked softly, clasping your hands together as some of his team stop to look at you.
“Where is he? Where’s Peter?” you asked so only he could hear you.
He stayed deathly quiet until it hit you. Peter wasn’t there. He wasn’t going to be there.
He was never coming back home to you.
“I’m sorry, miss. We tried to tell him it was too dangerous, that we were regrouping, but he wouldn’t listen. He was determined to finish the mission and…come home to you.”
One hand covered your mouth as the other arm wrapped around your stomach. You felt ill, but it wasn’t baby ill. All you could think about was how badly he must’ve tried to come back, to fight as hard as he could to just get it done with.
Tony reached into his back pocket and pulled out Peter’s mask, holding it out to you. “He wanted you to have it. To have something of his.”
You choked on a sob as you took it, holding it to your chest. Tony scratched the back of his head awkwardly, feeling extremely bad for telling you you had lost the love of your life. He had his own chauffer to drive you home since you couldn’t put the mask away and it’d be weird for other people to see you with Spider-Man’s mask.
May opened the door to see you bawling, holding the mask. She pulled you into a tight hug and pulled you inside, hushing you softly to calm you down. You sobbed against her, wanting nothing to do with life for the rest of your life. Then you remembered the child inside of you and you, with May’s help, pulled yourself together enough to function.
Which is why you’re currently sitting with your back against a stone outside, the grass tickling your legs, a new ultrasound in hand. You smile softly as you trace the outline of your baby, then your fingers skip over to the outline of the other baby nearly hidden behind the first.
“I bet you’re tired of me coming by and talking about this every couple days or weeks,” you whisper to yourself, tipping your head back to look at the sky. “I just can’t help it. I’m scared, but also excited. I mean, there’s twins, Pete. Can you believe it?” You laugh softly, tucking the picture back into your pocket.
Your hands trace the now noticeable stretch of your stomach. How you wish he was here with you.
“I was thinking of names, you know?” your voice sounds small even to yourself. “And…I wanted to name one Ben. Well, Benjamin. But call him Ben. I think you would’ve liked that.” You take a deep breath to keep your voice even. “Benjamin Peter Parker. It sounds really cute. I also found out that they’re twin boys, so…the other one is Michael Scott Parker. Um, Aunt May came up with Scott, but…Michael was my dad. You know what happened with that. A-anyway…yeah. I’m giving them your last name.”
Wiping some of the tears that had streaked your cheeks without you knowing. It hurt. It really did. All that you’d ever hoped for was a life with your crush, your boyfriend, your fiancé. The father of your twins. You let out a quiet sob as you turn to look at the headstone you’d been leaning against, tracing the name on it. “I don’t even know where the Avengers had you buried…if I knew that…I might have closure…but I can’t ask Stark again. I can’t face him after what he told me.” You lean your head against the cold stone, almost imagining it as Peter, holding you close. “I miss you…my hero…I wish you didn’t have to be one…you’re amazing, Pete. I hate that you had to be a hero like that…”
You sit up, resting your hands on your stomach to feel one of them kick gently, a small smile gracing your lips. “I love you. Always will. Thank you for everything you’ve ever down for me, Peter…I won’t let you down. I promise you and these boys. Plus, I have your aunt. That’s how I know they’ll be amazing…because she raised you.”
You press a small kiss to the headstone before standing up and walking back to your car, wiping off the rest of the tears off your cheeks. You can do this. You have to do this for Peter.
You don’t even notice or feel the eyes following you as you leave the cemetery.
You were teenagers and you shouldn’t have done it, but you wouldn’t change it at all. Your mistake turned into a miracle. And that’s how it’s staying for you.
Tell me if I should do a part two cuz I got an idea for it!!! Also, if you wanna be tagged, shoot me an ask!
“Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.”
Character: Peter Maximoff (Suggested by anon)
You liked your sleep, but above all else you liked the warm. The worst feeling on earth was waking up warm, stepping out of bed into the freezing cold or even worse showering and having to leave a warm shower for the cold frigid air of a room. So when you leave your admittedly long shower only to be assaulted with freezing cold air you are as can be expected unhappy and more than a little annoyed.
Living with Peter, Jean, and Jubilee had been a last minute decision after finishing school. Peter was a natural choice being your boyfriend and the other two were good friends of yours.
You walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a million towels in hopes of keeping yourself warm to find all three of them sat at the kitchen table eating. “Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.”
You watched both girls point at Peter. “Pete, babe…you know I hate the cold!” You shouldn’t have been surprised at this point. Peter always had a habit of turning the room temp down, you assumed it was because he ran at a slightly hotter temperature than the rest of you.
“But i’m always so warmmm!!!”
“Fine!” You watched him speed off before appearing back in front of you, “I’ve turned it back up, happy?”
“Very!” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and walked off to get dressed. Living with him was a nightmare but you did love him so it was worth it.
“Too Good” Peter Maximoff x Pyrokinetic!Reader (Request)
Request: Hi! “Longish request” anon here! First, I just wanted to say your writing/ characterization is A+ Second, I wanted to request something with peter maximoff and reader. Like angst and fluffy stuff. I have this quote that I really like- “Women are forged of iron. My body it has bled and blazed and broken. But yet it beats on. I am iron. A little rusted perhaps, but still, I endure.” I have this head-cannon that reader is a really powerful mutant and she carries a lot of burdens from her past. And how she’s determined a lot of people’s fate. Anyways, peter and reader are dating And sometimes reader gets really depressed because of her sometimes uncontrollable powers. And peter isn’t the best at helping her during times like this. So one night she just goes off on him about what a big burden she carries and how she tries so hard to do good. But peter doesn’t understand the load on her shoulders. But peter explains that he understands and stuff. they make up, etc. Oh! And thank you for taking my request! ~ @captain-maaarvel
Pronouns: Female (I naturally write with female pronouns, but I try to change it up every once in a while. PLEASE feel free to request a version of this, or any previously written imagine with different pronouns. IT IS NO TROUBLE AT ALL, Also, if you have a request, feel free to make specific pronouns part of it.)
A/N: Hey there! So first off, I’d like to personally apologize for taking, like, five years with this fic. I’m not entirely sure this is what you wanted but I kind of like the way it turned out so I hope you enjoy it!! Sorry it’s a bit short. This was a really cool idea! I chose to give the reader pyrokinesis because this prompt really reminded me of a personal HC I have about a reader who struggles with their past. Fire is interesting because it’s incredibly destructive and I feel like mutants with powerful relationships with fire may have mixed feelings about their role in the X-Men. I also feel like pyrokinesis would be tough to deal with while one is learning to control it. Anyway, thanks for reading! Thanks for requesting! Have a groovy day!
(P.S. Shoutout to @actual–hobbit for requesting the “If I Could Tell Her” fic last week because I really liked the song and I ended up watching the full musical [Dear Evan Hansen] and omg now I’m obsessed and it’s ruining any hope of productivity and Evan is my SON and Connor is my baby whom I will protect with my life. My little sister is going to kill me because I’ve been singing it so much If anyone wants to talk DEH I’m down to party. hmu. Sincerely, me.)
It finally happened. Her fears were finally realized. She had burnt him.
She didn’t even think. She should have thought. It was just a combat demonstration. Fake or not, fear bubbled in her stomach. She should have known better than to be nervous.
One wrong move was all it took. She grabbed his wrist, blocking an uppercut when he quickly pulled his arm away. She hadn’t even thought about the temperature of her skin.
Peter let out a choked, cry of pain, falling backwards and grabbing his wrist in his other hand. Y/N swore that she felt her heart stop. Peter gave her a panicked look as he frantically tried to hide the large, angry burn that marked his arm. Y/N covered her mouth with her hands, suddenly registering what she had done. The blood drained from her face as horror soaked through her.
She used to have nightmares about hurting him. Peter would find her writhing in her sheets, her skin at 400 degrees. But even then, he’d wake her and hold her, hushing her until she calmed down. He’d blow cool streams of air into her face as her skin returned to its normal warmth and she fell back asleep.
She wished this was a nightmare. She wished she could wake up to see Peter’s concerned face, wearing nothing but his pajamas and his starry hair pulled back with a tie.
This couldn’t be real. She had never woken up. Logan had never held training in the Danger Room and he’d never asked her to do a combat demonstration and she had to be dreaming this whole thing.
”Oh my God…“
“Y/N, no. I’m ok. It’s just-”
Her stomach twisted with panic and self-hatred as she realized what she’d done. She stepped backwards, still trying to catch her breath.
“I’m…I can’t…I’m sorry-”
Tears welled in her eyes. Peter reached out and called after her.
Horrified, she turned from the boy and ran. He stood, trying desperately to catch her. But by the time he made it to the door, she was gone.
Charles said she would learn to control it. He said that she could do good things. That’s all she ever wanted. To do good. But fire wasn’t meant for good.
Fire was destruction. Fire devoured everything it touched. She was dangerous. No matter how hard she tried, everything she cared about was burnt.
Now, she had somehow managed to hurt the only friend that she had left. The moment replayed in her head like a movie. The sound he made when she touched him.
Something in her had known it was coming. From the moment Logan asked them to fight, she could feel a knot forming in her chest. She’d never forgive herself for ignoring it.
Peter was the only one who made her feel like she could learn to control it. In return, she had scalded him.
There was a small knock on her door. She buried her face in her pillow. The mattress dipped as Peter sat next to her. His hand glided up under her shirt, rubbing over her back slowly and tracing patterns there. She forced herself to move away. She couldn’t bear to hurt him again. Her powers spiked when she was upset. God knows what they could do now.
His eyebrows knit together. She glanced at his wrist. It and been bandaged neatly and he held an ice pack loosely in his fingers. She bit her lip, trying to hold back more tears.
“Y/N look at me…”
She struggled to meet his eyes. He cupped her face in his bandaged hand and craned his neck down to look at her. He felt his heart sink upon seeing her. Her tears had left tracks down her cheeks. She looked heart-broken.
“Hey, I’m gonna be Ok. Everything’s gonna be OK.”
He felt his voice break as ran his thumb over her cheek. She shook her head, burying her face in her hands. He pulled her closer and she let out a choked sob into the crook of his neck. He bit his lip a little. Just hearing the noise made his heart fall deeper into his stomach. He hushed her gently and ran his hand through her hair as he pulled her closer. She tensed a little and moved back, she was trembling.
“Y/N-” he begged.
“Peter, let me see-” She said weakly, pulling herself back to reality.
“Y/N, you’re scaring me. Look at me. You can touch me…”
“Let me see it.”
Peter swallowed and held out his wrist. She unwrapped it tenderly and ran her fingers lightly over the deep red marks. A tear fell from her cheek and onto his palm. She let go of his hands, still shaking. She turned away from him. Peter reached out, grabbing her shoulder. She flinched, pushing him away.
“I can’t hurt you, Peter. I won’t let it happen-“
“You won’t hurt me…”
“Yes I will. I hurt everything. That’s all I ever do. Hurt people-”
“Y/N…” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, desperate to find something that would ground her. Tears stung his eyes as he spoke.
“I want to touch you, Y/N. I just want you to touch me. God, Y/N…Why won’t you let me touch you?”
His voice was weak and shaken. He sounded terrified. Y/N’s stomach flipped. She bit her lip.
"Do you love me?”
“Do you love me, Peter?”
"Christ, Y/N. Of course-”
She swallowed, pleading with herself to keep it together. She looked up at him for just long enough to register the fear in his eyes. That’s when she felt herself break. She sobbed into his chest. He pulled her into his arms, letting his hands roam over her the valleys of her shoulders and her back.
“You’d hate me, Peter. If you knew,” she whimpered, “You’d hate what I’ve done. I’ve ruined people, Pete. I can’t ruin you, too. I just can’t.”
He clung to her, drowning in the silence. She leaned back, looking him directly in the eye. She cradled his face, holding him a little too tightly
“You’re too good to ruin.”
Peter surged forward, moving his lips into hers and wrapping her in his arms. He backed her gently against the headboard, kissing the tears from her face. He mirrored her, nuzzling his nose against her neck and pressing soft kisses down her collarbone, lingering there. He was warm and he cared too much and she warned herself not to melt into him anymore than she already had. His lips stopped above her ear. His breath was hot against her neck.