Characters x Reader Oneshots

Peter Maximoff x GNReader: An ordinary life: Part 5

A/N: This chapter is going to be split into two since I wrote sing ding dang much for it. This chapter will be set in the past much like the premise of episode 8. However, it doesn't feature any spoilers. Enjoy!

Your fingers danced across the dials of your stereo, turning up the volume to drown out the constant yelling from downstairs. The scratching of your pencil distracted you from the mountain-sized amount of work you had to get through before school tomorrow. Math equations and quotes from Macbeth swamped your brain, your stomach nagging you to go eat some dinner before you starved.

"It's my God damn life, Lydia! I don't need to listen to you!"

The sound of Stealers Wheel's 'Stuck in the middle with you' blasting out through the small radio. The sound of your pencil moving across the flimsy paper becoming louder and louder much like the voices from downstairs. Scrunching your eyes shut, you took a moment to breath trying your best to ignore it all.

"How dare you abandon this family, Tom! After all I gave you! You want to run back to that...slut!"

"The only slut I see is standing right in front of me!"

"Yes, I'm stuck in the middle with you,

And I'm wondering what it is I should do.

It's so hard to keep this smile from my face.

Losing control and running all over the place."

The volume got louder and louder as the night progressed, your hand aching from the homework. Worksheet after worksheet, a never-ending cycle of education. You could hear things being slammed and smashed, the pencil in your hand cracking under the pressure of your tight grip. You leaned back onto your bed, rocking in a fetal position as tears streaked down your cheeks; your mouth opening and closing in hushed whines.

"I wish I had never met you!"

"You wish you'd never met me? You'd still be working as a hooker without me, I gave you everything, you bitch!"

Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it.

"Trying to make some sense of it all

But I see it makes no sense at all.

Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor?

I don't think that I can take anymore."

The pencil had snapped in your grip, the splinters falling around your bed and over your crossed legs. The tears came rushing out like water from a broken dam, a gut-wrenching scream blaring out through your lips like a siren. Your body was illuminated by a yellow light, surrounding your form like a fire, spreading across your floor and through the crack in your door. You felt powerful; sad and confused but mostly powerful. The energy running through your body was phenomenal, invading your bloodstream like a disease.

Then it stopped. Everything had stopped. The energy, the stress, the screaming from downstairs, all of it had stopped; the only noise coming from your radio. Peeking your eyes open, you surveyed the scene around you, the remnants of your pencil scattered across the bed along with countless worksheets around your room. A small black line of ash trailed out through your bedroom door, moving slowly from your bed you decided to follow it.

"Mum? Dad?" you questioned, walking down the stairs barefoot. Walking into the living you gasped aloud, fresh tears building up in your eyes. The living room was a mess, tables had been thrown across the room, couches had been turned over. But more importantly, your parents were gone. A black ash ring circled where you assumed they had been standing, small drops of blood dotted around the area. Running as fast as you could to the phone in the kitchen, you dialled the nearest police station begging for help.