Clear Your Mind
Peter Maximoff x Reader
Prompt: ”Okay, when you say love, do you mean love as in like loving pizza or as in love, love?”
A/N : Part of my writing challenge! Enjoy
You knew Peter was going through a stressful time with keeping the secret from Erik. He was torn and distraught, but he wasn’t ready to tell him the truth. So you decided to get his mind off things and surprise him with a fun filled day while having the entire school to yourself.
“So tell me again why you wanted to stay behind and not go wit everyone to the museum?” He muttered, following you into the study room.
You flashed him a smirk, and chuckled. “You’ll see. Just be patient.”
Peter stopped in his steps, his lips pursed. “One thing I cant ever do is be patient. Remember, I’m quicksilver for a reason.”
“Shut up Maximoff! Patient you will be, or else I will kick your ass.” You teased.
Peter let out a soft giggle. He loved how sassy you were with him. Not taking any of his bullshit. You were real, and spoke your mind. Even when he didn’t ask for it. Which somehow made you grow closer.
“Okay, you can open your eyes.” You exhaled.
He did, and immediately he was taken back. Everything was different from the last time he saw the room. There was PACMAN console by the wall, with a few other arcade games as well. You had pizza and drinks and even a boombox playing a few of his favorite tunes.
His lips curved into a smile, as he looked at you. “What is this?” He asked.
You walked further into the room, and motioned all around you. “Its for you.”
“Yea, Professor Xavier let me use this room today. Jean and Hank helped with setting everything up.” You muttered. “Because I had no fucking clue what to do.”
Peter chuckled, still amazed.
“I know you’ve been having a hard time with–you know. So I wanted to help take your mind off things.” You stated. “You do like these games right? Because I remember that night we stayed up on the roof to watch the sunset, you told me about few of your favorite games and-”
“This is perfect.” He chuckled. “Seriously, thank you.”
Seeing that smile light up his face, that was the whole purpose of everything. And you could stay there all day watching him smile.
His brows scrunched. “Is this Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics?” He asked, his lips curving.
Your mouth shaped into an ‘O’ as you nodded, snapping back to reality. “Y-Yea! Yea, I uh–I actually made you a mixtape.”
Walking over to the boombox, you took out the tape and tossed it over to Peter. As his eyes read the words that were written on it, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“God, I love you.” He blurted.
You looked up at him, your stomach fluttering. For a moment, you were quiet, and you even thought you were hearing things. “Okay, when you say love, do you mean love as in like loving pizza or as in love, love?” You asked.
Peter smiled at you, slowing walking over with the tape in his hand. It was weird seeing him walk at a normal pace. He only ever did that a few times.
Your breath hitched to the back of your throat, as he was now just inches away. He looked deeply into you, creating chills to cover you completely. “I am in love with you.” he whispered.
And just like that, Peter slipped his hand under your chin and crashed his thin lips against yours. For a moment, your mind went blank. As it felt like something had ignited in you.
Your hand clasped behind his neck, pulling him in closer. Not wanting this moment to end.
But needing to catch a breathe, Peter pressed his head against yours, meeting your gaze. “Well, your plan worked.” He muttered. “You definitely took my mind off things.”