Charles: Charles loves many things about you. How you never talk about how he’s in a wheelchair. How you are always thinking about how to help him, or make him happy. And how he knows because you let him in and allow him to hear.
Logan: Logan loves that you are shorter than he is. Being only 5’3" himself, being able to kiss the top of your head and put an arm around your shoulder make him happy. Plus you are always there when he comes home which make him smile.
Erik: Erik enjoys playing chess. After his fallout with Charles he needed someone to play with, and that someone ended up being you. It’s quiet but it’s not boring. It’s such a simple thing, but the fact you were willing to is something he loves.
Kurt: Kurt love that you prefer him blue, tail and all. In fact when you first saw him when he wasn’t you didn’t talk to him. You friend is this dorky, blue and flirty guy. You clearly remember his face the first time you met. He was talking to Spyke and said “Chicks dig the fuzzy dude” and you shouted “You bet they do” from the other side of the yard.
Scott: Scott loves that you are independent. You are able to do all your work, have fun and work without hesistation or any complaint. He likes that he doesn’t have to take care of you like the others. Though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy taking care of you when you were sick. It annoyed you more that you had to be helped than the fact you were actually sick. It made him love you even more.
Sean: Sean doesn’t like to talk much. He’s not sure when he’ll blow something up so he talks as little as possible. But with you he doesn’t need to. You know what’s wrong and what he needs just by looking eachother in the eyes. It’s weird but comforting for him.
Peter: Peter likes that you don’t question the things he gives you anymore. If you did you’d never stop talking. It’s no secret that he is a kleptomaniac. But after a while you didn’t really care to ask anymore. He got you a Scottish Fold kitten for your birthday. You weren’t ever going to scold him again. You actually started crying and thanking him. He loves knowing that you aren’t materialistic though. You’d be happy just cuddling and watching movies. Though you would eat the junk food he’s already stolen.
Bobby: Bobby is a lot like Sean. Bobby loves that with you he’s just a person. There is no talk of being a mutant or powers. He’s just Bobby with you. He hasn’t ever been able to just relax and be himself because noone knew of his abilities. With you it’s different. If anything ever does happen and his powers act up you never run or get mad. You just wait for it to melt and clean it up. He couldn’t ask for anything more than that.
OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD!!! I think you’re totally right about Peter Parker and Steve, eyes are the window to the soul 😉 Here’s just three guys I thought of!
Kurt Wagner: He would LOVE someone who’s easy to make laugh or who shares his same carefree sense of humor, personality is everything to him, because it’s what matters most. The best times when when you’d be together, laughing so hard about the littlest things. Honestly you’d both cry from laughing on a daily basis, and the fact that it annoys everyone else in the mansion, makes it even better.
Peter Maximoff: Peter would love holding or touching you in someway. Not to an extent it being overbearing, but just because despite acting completely independent and confident all the fucking time, he really does need someone to keep him anchored. He also just always likes to know you’re safe and will reach for your hand on missions just to help calm his nerves.
Hank Mccoy: Hank would undoubtedly be all about your amazing smile. He loves seeing you happy and he loves making you happy so every time he sees that smile he can’t help but fall in love with you all over again. Cheesy, but Hank is honestly one big cheese ball of adorableness.
This list was short I apologize, but thanks for this awesome question!!!!! 😀 XX
Charles – he’d
pull you into his lap and press your forehead to his, while sharing his plans
for your future together.
Eric- it would
take him a while to build himself up to ask you, after losing so many loved
ones. When you finally said yes, he gave you a watery grin and pulled you into his
chest.
Hank- you’d
dance, it started off as a cuddle but you just starting swaying slowly together.
Alex- he’d pick
you up, wrapping your legs around him.
Peter- he’d be
running up the walls, shouting through the mansion ‘they said yes! In your face
summers’ before returning to you to bundle you into a tight hug
Scott – he’d laugh in excitement and relief as he shakily slipped
the ring on your finger
Kurt- he’d give
you small kisses all over your face, so that he could make sure that it’s real,
all the while he’s grinning and crying and is just an absolute adorable little
mess.
Ororro- she’d
give you that sweet smile, before burying her face in the crook of your neck.
Warren- he’d
seal the deal with a smirk and a kiss
Jubilee – she’d
let out a little squeal before grabbing you into a bone crushing hug.
“Hey. (Y/N), what –” Peter was cut off as a large white wing flew in front of his face, hiding him from view. Warren smirked slightly, hearing the speedster huff in annoyance, narrowly missing a mouth full of feathers.
“Hi, Babe, I lost my number, can I have yours?” Warren stated with a wink. Peter zipped around his wing, pushing his goggles up onto his hairline.
“No, but you can have mine! It’s 555- go fuck yourself!” And with that, the two started arguing…unaware that you had been lead away by Sean, to go and get some Chinese food…
If Peter in glasses wasn’t your demise just imagine this: Peter Maximoff with glasses owning a book store
-He owns a cute, small bookstore in the quiet, downtown area where you live
-He doesn’t have much customers because most people just go to Barnes & Nobles, but he does have a quiet few regulars who keep him in business
-Most of them are elderly folk but a few of them are young, including yourself
-You love his little store so much & he always has the best books & comics
-You also love him, but he doesn’t know that
-Picture this: walking into the store & seeing Peter by the register, his glasses down his nose as his eyes devour a book on the counter, his silver hair messy
-He looks up when he hears you open the door & gives you a cute smile as he pushes his glasses back up his nose
-“Hi, welcome to the Silver Linings Bookstore!”
-He just looks so warm & soft & you want to hug him & kiss his stupid face
-He’s constantly adding new books & comics to his store, which he loves to organize & stack himself
-He just wheels around one of those little portable, metal shelves filled with books (like the ones libraries have when they’re stacking books), stacking & organizing books while he has his Walkman blasting Pink Floyd or RUSH a little too loudly
-Sometimes, he sings the lyrics under his breath
-You always lowkey watch him when he does this because he looks so precious
-Although he’s quite shy, he gladly helps anyone who asks
-“Can you help me find this book?”
-“Of course! What is it? Oh man I LOVE that book let me tell you”
-He gets so excited because the books he helps people find are almost always his favorites
-He also lowkey likes that people actually talk to him & ask for his help because it makes him feel needed & appreciated
-The first time you guys officially had a conversation was when you asked him if he had a new book in that you were looking for
-He did & he already read it & proceeded to tell you how great it was (without spoiling it for you)
-“And then after that, they have to go on this huge journey & it’s a metaphorical representation for self-discovery & acceptance & it’s so gOOD the author is genius I swear”
-He was so excited & he was using his hands a lot as he spoke
-He knocked over a few things from moving his hands so quickly & excitedly, blushing as you laughed & helped him pick up everything
-You guys ended up talking for an hour before he actually found the book for you
-Peter finding books is so adorable to watch
-He would gently brush his finger across every book spine on the shelf, mumbling the titles & authors to himself as he searched for the book you or someone else requested
-When he’s really concentrating, he’ll furrow his eyebrows & bit his lip a little, not realizing his glasses are legit about to fall off his face
-When he finds it, his eyes would light up & he’d smile as he exclaimed “Ah-ha!” & gently pulled the book off the shelf
-Flustered soft Peter with glasses having problems with his cash register is the cUTEST
-His hair is flopping in his face, his glasses keep slipping, & he just pouts as he tries to fix it
-That damn thing is older than your grandfather, so it’s no wonder he always has trouble with it
-It’s always getting stuck, preventing him from returning change
-He really needs to get a new one but he’s too stingy to
-He also lowkey really loves the thing because it’s vintage & Peter loves anything vintage
-He eventually gets it open & is able to return the change
-Pretty soon, you stopped by every weekend, even if you weren’t going to purchase something, just to get to see him & talk to him
-Peter always smiled the brightest when he saw you walk in the door
-You two naturally worked out a schedule where you always came at a certain time (usually his break time)
-One time, you showed up & his mom was there instead of him
-You were really sad, but once his mother informed you he was sick you instantly wished you could help him feel better
-He left you a bookmark he made you & a couple of cookies his mom baked earlier that day as an apology for not being there for your designated meeting time
-You almost cried because he’s so cute & sweet
-When he came back the following week, his nose was all red, his voice was stuffy, the bags under his eyes were larger, his hair was a mess, his glasses kept falling down his nose, & he kept sniffling, but he was feeling a lot better
-Thankfully, he was no longer contagious & you pulled him into a hard hug, telling him how much you missed him & hoped he was feeling better
-He was so shocked that you actually hugged him & missed that he blushed so haRD
-Peter is also really creative & artistic
-Besides bookmarks, he makes a lot of cool & weird things, especially for you
-He makes A TON of cute gifts for you
-Your favorite one is this super cute bracelet he made you out of papers he ripped out from old books
-It’s legit the coolest thing ever & he loves that you love it
-It’s pretty clear you guys dig each other, but neither of you say anything about it
-Peter tried to so many times, but he flusters himself & can’t get the words out
-That changes the next time you come into the store
-You needed some books for your Psychology report about emotions & Peter was happy to help
-He kept getting distracted, though, because you were so close to him that he could smell your shampoo & poor sweet baby boy likes you so much he can’t help himself
-You notice his nervousness & flash him a genuine smile to reassure him & he just m e l t s
-He remembers that he made you another gift as you grab the books you need
-He shyly pulls out this adorable little silver book charm he made for your bracelet
-You were so overwhelmed because I mean honestly this sweet little soft silver cinnamon roll is too damn much
-You drop all your books & grab his shirt collar & pull him down to your height & kiss him right then & there, between Darwin & Freud
-He’s so shocked & he blushes a little but he gladly returns the kiss
-When you pull away, his eyes are still closed & he breaks out into a huge smile as he pushes his glasses up his nose before opening his eyes
-“Is your report about love? Because I think I can definitely help with that, considering I’m falling for you”
-You just kiss him again
-After that, you come by almost daily because you’re dating the precious silver-haired bookstore owner
-This boy is the most affectionate boyfriend in existence
-He loves hugs, especially yours, so now you always greet him with lots of hugs
-Every time you hug, he wraps his arms around your waist, sets his chin down on your shoulder, pulls you into his chest, & buries his face in your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your collarbone & stares at the ground behind you, his glasses smudging slightly from coming into contact with your skin
-He could hold you like that forever & he would, given the option
-Now his kisses oh b o y
-He does this thing where whenever he wants to kiss you, he chew on his thumb nail & watch your mouth move as you talk
-When you realize he’s not paying attention, you’ll playfully scold him but he’s still just watching your mouth move
-Then, he’ll apprehensively lean in & hesitantly press his lips against yours
-His kisses are always so gentle & needy
-It doesn’t take long for him to get greedy over your affection & pretty soon, he’s just hugging & kissing you & holding your hand all the time
-He LOVES holding your hand because he can do it whenever he wants to
-He has a firm grip, as if he’s worried you’ll disappear if he holds your hand too loosely
-He still handmakes you gifts all the time for no reason
-“I made you something!”
-“Aw again? Peter, you just made me something yesterday for getting an A on my report”
-“Well, this one’s for being awesome”
-He used to tell you dumb pick-up lines before you started dating, but now he tells you even more
-They’re always nerdy and/or book related
-“Hey babe, are you librarian? Because you sure know how to organize the books of my heart”
-“PeTER that was so stuPID come here you”
-Peter! Loves! Reading! To! You!
-You love listening to his voice, especially when he’s reading a good book or poem outloud to you
-Whenever you spend the night with him or he with you, he always something readable handy so he can read it to you
-He also loves it when you read to him
-He just loves you honestly
Dedicated to @v-writings & that poor shaking anon. Hope you’re okay friend & that these little head canons make you feel better! 💚
Peter Maximoff with Glasses Headcanons (featuring some shitty edits I made)
Just imagine Peter with glasses:
-He’d constantly have to push them back up with his fingers because they always seem to slide down his nose
-This especially happens a lot whenever he’s reading; he elevates his head at the perfect angle that makes his glasses just slip down the bridge of his nose
-Before he got his goggles, he had to tape his glasses onto his ears to keep them from falling off when he runs
-He tried running without them once, but he just ran into signs & poles & people ALL the time, to he resorted to contacts for a while
-He HATES contacts because he can never get them in right & he always pokes his eyes several times when he tries to get them on
-Once he got his fancy smancy goggles, he made sure they had reading glassware built in, so they functioned as glasses & goggles & he no longer had to fumble with tape & contacts
-He loses his glasses almost daily & you have to help him find them because he’s practically blind without them
-“Hey, babe, have you seen my glasses?”
-“Peter, I just helped you find them like twenty minutes ago!”
-Most of the time, when he “loses” them, they were actually on his head the whole time
-Whenever you guys kiss (which is pretty much all the time because Peter craves constant affection), his glasses get fogged up & his cheeks turn a soft shade of pink
-Every time you kiss, Peter’s glasses bump against your nose & he misses your lips a lot
-You love it when his glasses slide down his nose while you kiss & he tries to push them back up without breaking the kiss
-You always break it, though, & push his glasses back up for him, which causes him to smile all cutely & blush
-On one occasion, you & Peter were showering & he forget to take his glasses off, so they fogged up so much that all he saw was steam
-“Babe? Where’d you go??”
-“I’m right here; your glasses are foggy from the steam.”
-“Damn it, I forgot to take them off!”
-“Can you see me now?”
-“I can’t see without my glasses.”
-“Damn it, PetER”
-Your absolute favorite thing is when you have Peter lying underneath you as you straddle his waist & he just looks up at you with his brown, doe eyes through his glasses, his lashes brushing against the lenses as he blinks & his cheeks turning a bright shade of red as he whimpers when you touch him
-Although Peter rarely tops (he prefers being the receiver because that boy loves being loved & cared for), when he does, he looks just as adorable & innocent when he looks down at you, pushing his glasses up his nose so he can see you better & chews gently on his bottom lip
-There’s NOTHING prettier in this world than Peter with his glasses halfway down his nose, his eyebrows furrowed, & his pink lips forming little ‘o’ shapes as he lets out soft whimpers & moans
-Along with losing his glasses, Peter also constantly breaks them
-Stepping on them, sitting on them, dropping them, you name it, Peter has broken his glasses that way
-One time, he broke his glasses while you were being intimate because he buried his face in your shoulder so harshly that he cracked the lenses
-“Peter, oh my God are you okay? What was that noise?”
-“I-I’m good, just cracked m-my glasses…”
-A fair shair of his glasses were also accidentally broken by his younger sister, but Peter never got mad at her for any of the pairs she broke, even when she broke his absolute favorite pair in existence
-He also had one scary occasion where a complete asshole made Peter drop his glasses & he stepped on them when Peter tried to find him
-You kicked that guy’s ass so hard & took Peter to get new glasses (with the money Peter stole from that asshole while you beat the shit out of him) & some ice cream afterwards
-Peter is very forgetful of his glasses
-He forgets where he leaves them, even though they’re always on his nightstand
-He’s always falling asleep with his glasses on
-You always tell him to take them off before bed, but he never does
-“Peter, take your glasses off. You’re falling asleep.”
-“No I’m not! I’m watching the movie.”
-“With your eyes closed?”
-“Peter?”
-“…zzzzzzz…”
-You secretly love it though because he looks so peaceful & adorable
-You always smile & kiss his nose softly as you gently pull his glasses off & set them on the nightstand beside his bed
-Waking up to blind, morning Peter is so precious
-You like to wake him up with lots of kisses on his face because he crinkles his nose & scrunches his cheeks in the cutest way when you do so
-He’ll wake up, rub his eyes, blink a few times, & give you a lazy, tired smile. Then, he’ll reach over blindly towards the nightstand to grab his glasses & say something like “The better to see you with, my dear” or “Let me get a better look at this goddess in my bed” in his husky morning voice
-He loves nudging his face into your neck & you love when his cold glasses rub against your skin because it reminds you that he’s there & he’s real & he loves more than anyone & anything else in this world
-Peter loves it when you try on his glasses; it’s an instant turn on for him
-BONUS: if you wear glasses, too, he insta-nuts every time
-You get him the coolest cases for his glasses
-You’ve gotten him a RUSH one, a Pink Floyd one, a Pac-Man one, & an Atari one, just to name a few
-When he leaves for his first official mission, he lets you hold onto a pair of his glasses (he always has at least 2 pairs because he breaks and/or loses them) until he comes back as a reminder of him
-You wear that pair religiously until he comes back
-Peter just about cries when he sees you with them on
-When he cries, you take his glasses off & wipe the tears from his eyes before kissing his cheeks & hugging him tightly into your chest
-It makes his heart rattle against his ribcage every time because you care so much
@v-writings here you go cutie hope you like this! 😘💚
Note: Some love for my second-favorite speedster. (The first is Pietro)
Warnings: None?
“Wait, I don’t exactly understand. What happened to Peter?” you asked Hank after he analyzed your best friend and long-time crush. In a battle, Peter had crossed paths with a weird chemical, and he hadn’t been acting the same since.
“The chemical he spilled all over himself seems to have sapped his powers. Temporarily. I think. Basically, he’s human. Moving at our pace.
“Everything is moving so fast. Why is everything moving so fast?!” Peter’s eyes were wide. He looked around the room as if there were oncoming trains all around him. “Is it always like this?!”
“Yes.” you and Hank answered together.
“Is there anything we can do?” you asked, rubbing Peter’s back. He leaned into your touch for support.
“It should wear off after twenty-four hours. If it doesn’t after that, then I can try to speed up the process, but until then…”
“So I’m just stuck like this for an entire day?!”
“Peter, stop shouting.”
“Sorry.” he apologized quietly. “But really? Twenty-four hours? Come onnnnnn.”
“Pete, let’s go watch some TV or something, huh? Maybe you could take a nap or-”
“I get it, I get it. Quit bugging Hank.” Peter stood up, following you out the door.
“Thanks, Hank!” you called.
“Thanks, Hank…” Peter mumbled. Hank chuckled. You would certainly have your hands full today. He was thankful he wasn’t you.
***
“(Y/NNNNNN) Everything is moving too fast!” Peter whined, head leaning back against the couch.
“Maybe you’re moving too slow,” you smirked from the other side of the room.
“(Y/NNNNNN)~”
“What? Do you want me to get you water or something? I can make more popcorn.”
“No…Can you…I dunno…cuddle with me?”
“What?” you laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Your laugh faded away when you realized he was serious. “Please?”
When you didn’t answer, he slumped over, laying down on the couch and resting his hands behind his head. You walked over slowly, crawling on top of him. You pressed your ear to the fabric of his Pink Floyd shirt. His heart, for the first time ever, was beating at the same pace as yours. You smiled. Peter’s eyes flicked across your face, searching your expression. One of his hands came to rest around your waist and the other brushed the small hairs at the front of your face out of the way.
“What?” he grinned in amusement.
“Your heartbeat.”
“What about it?”
“It’s the same speed as mine.”
“Hmm.” he hummed thoughtfully. “You know, I think the cuddling is helping.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” he kissed your forehead. “We should do this more often.”
Kurt couldn’t help but compare himself to the man you were talking too. A feeling of sadness, and jealousy washing over him. Of course he knew that you would never cheat, but he couldn’t not size himself to the man.
“Just go over and talk to her,” Scott interrupted Kurt’s self pity party.
“No, I can’t ruin her time with Mr. Normal Skin And Five Fingers Human Bodied Boy,” And with that Kurt bamfed into his room, silently praying to God that that man have bad luck.
“What was that all about?” You asked your boyfriend, peter, as he had just zoomed by, picked you up and set you down in your dorm room.
“You know I just thought we could spend sometime together?” Peter lied. The truth was, he was jealous. Only he could use cheesy pick up lines on you.
“Wait… Are you jealous?” You asked, a smile on your face.
“What? Me? Jealous? N-No.”
Blah, blah, blah. Blah. Was all the Scott was hearing from the boy who was flirting at you. Doesn’t he know he’s fucking in class? And her boyfriend is RIGHT HERE? He thought.
“I think we should hang-”
“I think you should shut the fuck up Brett before I laser you until you’re bacon, Bitch!” Scott yelled in front of the class, having enough of it. All eyes were on him, the room was silent. “Yes, I’ll go to the principal’s office.” He answered with out even knowing the question that was going to be asked.
Raven watched as you talked to the bar tender, she knew that you had good intentions, its just she also knew that others may not.
Walking over to the chair you sat yourself in, the only thought going through her mind was ‘fuck it’ and kissed you. From the moment her lips touched yours, you knew that she was jealous. Oh this was gonna be a fun night.
Prompt(s): could you do a peter maximoff (xmen version) imagine? im real shit with finding prompts so…? tysm!!!
Notes: I hope you don’t mind that, before I wrote for the blog, I had written this one for Mo! I still kept it in an imagine setting, so I used (y/n) bc it was just easier. I honestly love this one so much?? Well, enjoy my friend!
Warning: None?
It was a hot summer day, school had just finished, and you were stuck with the crummy summer job of convenience store clerk. And it wasn’t even a good convenience store, just one of the lesser known, sucky ones in the suburbs. It didn’t help that your jerky older cousin had gotten the job for you, or the fact that he was the manager. Great.
The AC was broken, leaving you to run the back of your hand under your visor every two minutes. You leaned on the counter, having just finished cleaning the floors and restocking. Exhausted, you stood at the counter, waiting for the few customers in the store to buy their items. This job was so boring…You just hoped the day would get better as it went on.
About an hour later, around three o’clock, you looked around the empty store from your position behind the counter. Your hair shifted, now hanging under your visor and in your eyes. Sighing, it was easily blown away and tucked behind your ear. It wasn’t a even second later that a newspaper flew off the shelf, and a weird burst of air flew past you. Standing straight, you felt it again. The AC was broken and, despite the door being opened, it wasn’t supposed to be wind today. At least, not any as strong as you were feeling (the forecast had politely informed you of this earlier that morning).
Getting out from behind the counter, you noticed weird scorch marks on the floor. You had just mopped it too! Where the hell was it coming from?? The now annoying breeze was coming and going, it felt like it was rushing past you. Following the trail and looking up at the shelf it stopped at, you gasped- where the hell were all the twinkies?! You had just stocked those earlier!
“Okay….This is getting too creepy for me…..Hello…? It any one here?” You called, eyebrows knit in concern and worry.
“Why hello princess. Are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost!” Came a voice from behind you. Jumping back, you turned around and came face to face with a rather handsome man, taller than you, with shoulder length silver hair. He was taking some weird goggles off his face, setting them in his seemingly fluffy hair.
“Uh….Yeah, I feel like I have, haha. Say uh….Do you know where the twinkies have gone? No one has bought any today and uh, I just stocked them so…” You raised an eyebrow, taking the chance to look him over.
He wore mainly silver jacket, a black pants, belt, and a Pink Floyd shirt. An apparent theme, you supposed. There was something sticking out of his pockets, along with one hand suspiciously positioned behind his back. The bulge in his pockets looked twinkie sized…The man, Peter, you think he had said, introducing himself after reading your nametag, was saying something. Tuning back in after he poked you, you looked up and tried to withhold your judgement, deciding to play along and pretend not to notice the twinkies in his pants.
“…So it’s nothing big really- hey, were you even listening? Hello? You in there?” He asked, gently poking your forehead.
“Please don’t poke me. What were you saying?”
“Well I was saying that you couldn’t possibly be a good employee if you’re so spacey! Don’t you have a job to do?”
You raised an eyebrow, suspicious of the man. Deciding not to answer his question, you turned away, deciding to follow the weird scorch marks on the floor that Peter was standing on.
“H-hey! Where are you going?” Peter asked, alarm flaring up within him as you walked towards the front of the shop.
“Hm? No where, just following the weird tracks that you’ve been standing on.” You answered, already at the front of the store. Before you could look out the door Peter was standing in front of you, pushing you back inside. Surprised, you pushed him back. He spoke before you could ask how fast he had gotten there.
“Whoa whoa whoa! Where are you going? You can’t leave on the job, (y/n)! You don’t want to get fired, do you?”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t care…It would save me from talking to weirdos like you… ” You muttered, also teasing him while standing on your tiptoes and looking over his shoulder. Aha- right behind him was a little red wagon full of the missing twinkies. It seemed you had found your thief.
“Hey- Weirdo? I am not a weirdo! I, for your information, am a contributing member of society!” Peter scoffed, setting his hands on your shoulders. Pressure was applied and once more you stood at your normal height, the wagon hidden to your sight. Trying to ignore the weird feeling in your stomach you looked him in his…surprisingly beautiful eyes.
“Uh huh, a great member of society who steals twinkies in a little red wagon. Each twinkie box is four dollars so uh….I think that’s going to cost you about $120. Then you can properly contribute to society.” You chuckled as Peter stopped, a hand raised to point something out. You spoke first, “Ah! Hush you! Anything else you want to steal before I call the cops?”
“….Your heart?” He tried, shrugging and giving you a cheesy smile. You sighed, a smirk slowly making its way onto your tired features. Reaching for the phone, you looked back and was surprised at what you saw.
He was gone, with the twinkies, more marks on the cement in front of the building. There was a little note on the counter though, the pen rolling away from the pad.
Dear (y/n), I’m sorry for stealing the twinkies. I’m also sorry for the floors- it should come out with some bleach and a really good scrub brush. I’ll pay you back soon, I promise. And I was serious about stealing your heart, by the way.
Sincerely, Peter Maximoff, your friendly speedster.
You laughed, shaking your head. This guy was weird but…You liked him. Obviously he was a mutant but he was a nice one, you supposed. Well, Peter had given your day a little boost, so the experience wasn’t so bad. Although you did have a hard time explaining the missing twinkies to your cousin and the cops…
*********** A few months later
“And that, Logan, is how I met (y/n)(l/n)! We started dating after I paid for the twinkies.” Peter summarized, his arm over your shoulder.
“You stole…How many twinkies boxes?” Logan asked, eyebrows raised.
“30.” You both answered. You laughed- you loved him so much. Logan just sighed, shook his head, and walked away.
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