xmen : days of future past

I Like Different ( Peter Maximoff x reader)

* So this was a request from an anonymous I got last week. This is also my first Quicksilver fiction so I do hope you like it. *

“ Hey babe.” Your speedy boyfriend said causing you to jump. “ Jesus Peter, wear a bell or something. ” You’ve known Peter for about 10 years now. You meet him when that Logan guy came and told you about the future and that you had to change it. He had taken you, Professor Xavior, and Dr. McCoy to meet someone who could help get Magneto out of the Pentagon. There in the basement of this house you meet the person who soon would be your boyfriend. He didn’t seem interested until he found out you were mutants. “ And what can the girl do?” He asked a little grossed out over Logans claws. You explained you had (mutation) and at first he teased, but then when you demonstrated your mutation he was impressed even though he didn’t show it. It wasn’t until the battle with Apocolyps that you realized you loved him. When he got his leg broken you felt this sharp pain in your heart that worry confirmed your feelings. As you and him got closer by being Xmen you found out you had the same taste in music, food, sarcasm, etc. And somewhere along the way you two became an item. You had been together now for three years . As usual everything came so fast, he’s said I love you so many times but never slow enough to be audible. You assumed it was nothing. Peter didn’t mind though. He wanted to be able to do it right, so if that meant using his speed to do it a hundred times to get it right that’s what he’d do. “ If I wore a Bell it wouldn’t be fun.” He smirked wrapping his arms around you. “ I have something special I want to show you.” He said grasping the back of your neck and zooming off. “ A warning would be nice babe!” You exclaimed disoriented. Steadying you he said “ Your cute when you’re dizzy.” With that he gave you a love peck. You sighed and wondered where he brought you. As you took in your surroundings you noticed you were on the roof of the mansion. You saw on a flat part of the roof was a small candle two bottles of soda and a plate of hostess snacks. “ Peter what is this?” You asked with a grin. “Oh just a little something I made for the best girlfriend in the world.” He explained snaking his arms around your hips. “ Well then, I guess we better hurry before she shows up.” You retorted with your arms around his neck. “ I don’t think we would have a problem with that, but she’s already here.” As the sun was setting you both were finishing the plate of sugary snacks when Peter gasped your hand asking if you were enjoying the evening. “ It’s different and that’s what’s cool about it.” You answered. He sighed lovingly and then took a deep breath. He knew that there was no other perfect moment that would come to tell you that he loved you. “ (Y/N) I want to tell you something.” You tilted your head signaling that you were listening. “ We’ve been dating for a long time and you make me slow. I like that though. Before I met you I was always trying to entertain myself constantly, because the world was to slow for me. But then I met you and now I understand why people like to savor the moment. I’ve said this a thousand times and now I’m ready for you to hear it… I love you.” You sat there slightly confused. “ I know.” You replied. You guys had been together for years he practically showed it every day. “ No I mean really love you.” That is what made to sit in silence, hearing those words come out of his mouth slowly. Pulling on his shiny jacket you kissed him passionately. This was the longest kiss you both had ever had. It left you both gasping for air. “ I’m guessing that’s an ’ I love you too’ right?” He asked. You giggled and he pulled you in to snuggle. “ Of I love you Peter. ” you said placing your head on his shoulder. “ Sorry about the speech, it probably was lame.” He chuckled. “ It wasn’t, it was different. ” he then kissed your head saying “ Well we both know we’re pretty different.” You looked up at him with those beautiful (E/C) eyes he loves. “ I like different.”

Originally posted by cha0sgoddess

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Requested by anonymous

“Are you sure there’s no one else who can do the job?” You asked Logan after you were introduced to Peter “I mean Charles is right he’s a freaking pain in ass”.

Logan snickered, shaking his head.
“Funny you’d say that”.

“What?”.

“Look kid you didn’t hear it from me but you and that pain in the ass end up together in the future” Logan smirked.

Your eyes went wide.
“What? Are you serious?”.

“You bet I am kid”.

Request: Prompt 15 and 16 with peter maximoff (DOFP and Apocalypse)vplease x

Author’s Notes: So this is the first request I’m going to do for the prompts I put up today. I’m actually very surprised how many requests I got in this amount of time! Thank you all! I also want to say thank you for 200 followers! I’ll get to writing now, see you at the end. 

Word Count: 787

Warnings: Mentions of sexual things ;)

#15 “Draw me like one of your French girls.” “Please stop taking your clothes off.”    

#16 “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”


Keeping Peter at a slower pace was hard, but trying to keep him to be still all together was damn near impossible. He refused to sit still for more than 3 seconds and that is going to be a problem, seeing that he has a broken leg and all. After the whole Apocalypse thing, the super fast healing wasn’t going to cut it with this one. He still needed to rest and keep off of that leg. That’s where you come in, trying to ease his boredom as best you can. 

You walk up to the room that he shared with Scott in the mansion, which was newly rebuilt thanks to Jean and Erik, knocking twice before walking in. You see Peter lying on his bed with his headphones on, music blasting with his broken leg propped up on some pillows. ‘Exactly as I left him,’ you thought, secretly thanking him for not moving.

“Peter!” you say a bit louder, hoping to get the speedster’s attention but all you heard was the loud music coming out of the headphones. Sighing, you go to sit on Scott’s bed, which was across from Peter’s, and you pull out one of your school books, figuring that if you’re not going to do anything, might as well finish the homework. 

Taking out a pencil and highlighter, your eyes scan the pages in front of you, highlighting important passages and phrases. You see slight movement out of the corner of your eye and you look up, expecting to see Peter still lying there, flipping though the songs on his MP3 player. 

What you did see though, was completely unexpected.

There was Peter, lying on his bed and looking directly at you, a lazy smirk on his face. Slowly, he maneuvered he was onto his side, carefully tucking his broken leg under his non-broken leg. He props his head up on his arm and winks at you. “Hello, beautiful.”

His hands move to the hem of his shirt, hooking them under it and yanking his shirt over his head, making his pale chest now visible to your viewing. Peter noticed your stare and his smirk only grows, making him tighten his abs, making it obvious that he was flexing.

Rolling your eyes, you set your book on Scott’s bed and make your way over to Peter. His eyes widen as he watches your actions, the once playful smirk transforming into a mischievous one. He wiggles his eyebrows, hands teasily moving down to his belt buckle, “Draw me like one of your French girls.”

You take your hand and dig it into Peter’s side, causing him to let out a not-so-manly shriek of surprise. “Please stop taking your clothes off. Also, you were totally flexing.”

Peter gasps with fake disgust, “I would never deceive you like that. This is all nat-ur-al.” He draws out the last word as he sits up on the bed and resumes his previous position, with his leg up on the pillows.

You crawl over him and lay next to him, lying your head on his shoulder, “This is nice.”

He hums in approval and rolls over to wrap his arms around you as he attempts to place a pillow between his legs to elevate the cast. With a groan, Peter sits up and places the pillow in its desired destination. You giggle and wrap your arms lazily around his waist, paying attention to where you were laying your head and not to where you hands actually ended up, which went a little lower than expected. 

The momentum on your arms coming down after being wrapped around Peter’s “waist” created a loud slap noise, causing another involuntary not-so-manly shriek to escape his mouth. He looks down at you with a shocked expression plastered on his face and you look down to see what you smacked.

A blush made it’s was onto your cheeks as you look up at Peter with wide eyes, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

Another smirk crept onto Peter’s face, “Of course you didn’t”

“I’m serious, Peter.”

“I didn’t expect you to be into the kinky stuff, (y/n).”

The blush on your cheeks only intensified at Peter’s last statement, “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

You bury your face in the crook of Peter’s neck to escape the embarrassment that was soon to come. Quiet chuckles were heard from him as he wrapped his arms around you once again.

“I’ll let you do it again, I kinda liked it. Just promise to give me some time before you introduce the handcuffs. Maybe I’ll like this whole BDSM thing.”

“Peter!”

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Michael Fassbender when asked about his movie “Frank” where he wore a giant fake head. He accidentally said an innuendo.

Funny thing is he continued with adding “acting-wise” after that instead of pretending not to notice 😂😂

Look at him all red & embarrassed 😂 #ButSuperAdorable