Friday Can’t Come Soon Enough - July
Peter Maximoff x Reader
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Plot: Peter’s mother holds a barbecue for all of the neighbours; when the reader shows up, Peter finally learns why she’s so afraid.
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A/N: It’s 2:30am in the middle of exam season. I really should be doing my history essay, but pah. Peter Maximoff is far more important. You’ve waited a long time for this one, so please do enjoy and let me know what you think!
Was it the bane of Peter Maximoff’s existence?
Setting the fifth bowl of creamed potato onto the checkered table in the Maximoff’s garden; he thought it might be.
Neighbours bustled across the grass; children darting through the legs of a nearby table as Peter awkwardly licked some mayo off of his pinky finger, looking out across the lawn.
His mom had insisted they hold a barbecue for all of the neighbours and their kids; no doubt in some sort of reparation for the amount of times Peter had been blaring music out of his jukebox at three in the morning, waking the whole neighbourhood in the process.
Peter had scoffed at the idea.
He wasn’t scoffing now.
“Peter, for goodness sake, don’t lick your fingers. You’re an adult” Ms. Maximoff sighed, setting a platter of sausages down onto the table and brushing her hands on her jeans.
“Doesn’t being an adult give me a license to do what I want?”
“Not last I checked” she muttered, her brows knitting together as she counted the filled plates on the already overflowing table “I think there’s still a bowl of coleslaw to bring out. Grab it from the fridge, would you?”
Peter scratched the back of his head, loudly sighing as he stepped backwards dramatically towards the patio.
In a split second, Peter felt he was walking into an object, and turned, the world spinning out of focus.
When (y/n) managed to catch her breath; Peter’s arm was already holding her upright, the tray she’d been carrying in his adjacent hand. He could smell the warm smell of brownies in the summer air; her hair flowing against the sudden wind.
“I…” she began, her voice strained as she steadied herself “good catch”.
“Thanks. It’s…it’s good to see you” Peter nodded, handing her back her platter. She took it with a nod, clutching it close to her chest underneath her folded arms.
“It’s great to see you too, actually” she blushed, colour flooding her face. Peter felt his heart twitch painfully, electricity shooting through him so badly it was painful.
“Your mom invited me, and I know how much you love brownies” (y/n) smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear “they aren’t much, but they’re still brownies, right?”
Peter grinned, dimples pressing at his cheeks
“You’ve got that right”.
“Can we…go somewhere? To talk?”
Peter swallowed, a sinking feeling resting in his stomach. He breathed heavily, his brow furrowing in thought.
“Yeah, sure. Head to my room. You know the way?”
(y/n) nodded, biting her lip softly.
“I think I remember the way well enough”.
Peter’s hands traced along the wall as he walked down the stairs, his heart hammering. His mind was telling him to run; even if it meant revealing himself to a load of strangers.
Even if it meant revealing his secrets to her.
At the bottom of the staircase, she was leaning against his pinball machine; her eyes traced on his face. She blushed, dropping her gaze to her feet.
“Welcome back to the evil lair” Peter smiled casually, leaning back against the wall and folding his arms “it’s still just as evil as ever before”.
“No doubt” (y/n) laughed, the melodic sound filling the room.
“Pete…last time we talked, I…” she swallowed, her feet drawing circles on the concrete floor “I wasn’t thinking straight”.
Peter stayed silent, pursing his lips against the rising feeling of regret in his stomach.
“I’ve never…I mean, I’ve been close to people, but not like this. Never like this. Never with anyone like you.”
(y/n) looked up anxiously, breathing a heavy breath.
“You trust me, right?”
Peter nodded, his silver hair fluttering, curls mussed around his ears.
Slowly, deliberately, (y/n) crossed the room towards him. With every step she took, Peter felt the electricity in his stomach growing more and more painful; need burning within him like a fire in his veins. When she was but inches from him, her face close enough to touch, she slowly reached out her fingers to touch his.
The world exploded into colour; literally falling away, spinning in front of Peter as though he were moving faster than he’d ever moved. Peter could hardly breathe; the air seemed to be taken from him, right from his lungs, as though he were flying through the air. When the world became more clear, he was standing in the sky; above him and below him, blue horizon stretching endlessly, clouds gently passing in the distance. He felt the sunlight warming his face; the slight coolness of a summer breeze against his palms. He was standing on nothing; on air, on the blue of the sky. He should have been falling, but somehow, he was held in place.
Somehow, he felt at peace.
And then, the image fell away, the world cracking into life as a shiver passed through his body. Gasping for air, Peter found himself on the floor of his bedroom; cool hands holding him as he regained his composure.
“What the heck was that?” Peter gasped, his legs twitching “you’re-”
“I’m a mutant, Pete. And I know you are too”.