Who was basically weened on scary spooky stuff? This dudette right here. Who can’t resist the idea of Peter being into all things paranormal? Also this dudette.
Inspired entirely by @kurtwxgners and @put-in-writing’s spooky!Peter headcanons, which are basically the best and make me incredibly happy.
Expect more lil drabbles of this in the future. Also at the bottom I’ll put in some links to some of the stuff that gets brought up, in case y’all are interested.
also should probably note, not going to tag this as nsfw but there is a section that talks about genitalia, but it’s nothing sexual.
“So you’re telling me that ghosts don’t actually exist.”
Peter Maximoff- also known under the aliases of Quicksilver, the Silver Speedster, That Guy Who Gets Way Too Into Watching Ghost Adventures And Believes That Orbs Aren’t Dust Or Bugs But Legit Ghosts, Isn’t That The JackAss That Went Around With Two Metal Sticks Claiming He Was Dowsing For Spirits?, I’m Literally Just Making A Fucking Sandwhich Maximoff It Has Nothing To Do With The Illuminati Back The Fuck Off Before I Shove Turkey In Your Ear, and occasionally No Peter That’s Not A UFO That’s A Satelitte Why Are You Like This?- scoffed at his friend and teammate, one Scott Summers, who’d been sitting in the relative quiet of the Student Library at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, attempting to study for an upcoming physics test before the quickster had rushed in, feeling the need to share some other ‘new fact’ he’d just learned about with the latest thing to pique his interest.
“What? No, that’s not what I’m saying at all, jeez, Summers, weren’t you listening? I’m just saying that when you have a lot of electromagnetic fields in one place, that it can totally fuck with our brains and makes us feel all paranoid and nauseous and stuff.”
“So that we think there’s ghosts when there aren’t. Yes, I heard you when you first said it, Maximoff, and all I’m hearing is that electro-whatsits can make me think there are spooks around when there aren’t.”
“I wouldn’t count out the idea that Intelligent Spirits don’t hang out around fear traps,” you said softly, from where you were sitting at one of the large windows to the left of the boys, having been unable to not listen in on their conversation, though you kept your attention focused solely on the open notebook on your lap, tapping the well used eraser on your pencil against the paper that was already half filled with your scrawling handwriting. “They don’t get investigated because of the well documented affect that they have on the average human, but it’s still a place of high energy, which ghosts or spirits or what have you can feed off of. It’s why they show up near places that have a lot of quartz around, or running water. Plenty of energy around to allow them easy manifestation.” You glanced up, finally, after that, and felt your face flush slightly when you saw both of the boys just kind of gaping at you, and you realized just how out of left field what you just said probably actually sounded. “Uh, sorry, that was rude of me, I shouldn’t just butt in like that-”
The next thing you knew, Peter had zoomed over, grabbing a chair along the way to sit in front of you, leaning forward, elbows planted firmly on his knees and a large smile on his face, beyond pleased to finally meet someone else, in real life, face to face, that seemed to have just as much of an interest in at least a part of the paranormal as he did.
“No, no, don’t apologize, it’s fine, it’s all fine, Scott totally thinks it’s fine, I’m Peter, by the way, not Scott, he’s the one with the Shades and looks like he’s walking around with a stick up his ass, don’t think we’ve been introduced, would’ve remembered a pretty face like yours, so d’you like Ghosts? What are your feelings on Aliens, and do you have any plans on how to survive when the New World Order unleashes a zombie plague to forcibly lower the Earth’s human population?”
Scott didn’t bother to listen to any of the answers, just let out a long, low sigh, reaching up to rub at his temples. He didn’t know whether to be ecstatic because, at least for a while it looked like, Peter would have someone else’s ear he could talk off about all that weird shit, or depressed about the fact that somebody was going to encourage the silver haired dork, and he was never going to hear the end about the ayyyylmaos.
Quickspook
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