Title: Movie Frights. Paring: Peter Maximoff x Reader. Words: 712. Rating: K.(FLUFFY).
Movie dates were becoming more and more common with Peter, and it left you wondering if he just needed the time away from the school. You both did, in a sense that it was smothering sometimes, and hard to get alone time. Sometimes, it was Hank interrupting a make-out session, sometimes, it was Kurt sitting on the couch in between the two of you.
So, a movie every other Friday night was your deal.
You glanced up at Peter with a slight smile, before swaying towards him and playfully bumping into his side. Your move was flirtatious, but it still caught the man next to you off guard. He jolted, his dark eyes wide as he glanced back down at you, “Did the movie really scare you that much?” You had to ask, as you walked down the street from your local Theater to the parked car, having just seen the new release, ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street.’ Well, you were walking a Peter was skillfully wobbling on his crutches. He was also painfully quiet, ever since you got out of your seats to go back to the school.
He had called his crutches an inconvenience more than once, but to you, his broken leg was a sign of his bravery in the defeat of Apocalypse. That in itself, was a scary subject and he only talked about it when he felt like it. So, you left it alone for the most part.
“It didn’t scare me,” Peter murmured under his breath, lifting his head up and blowing some of his hair out of his face. The sound of his voice drew you back into the conversation you initiated. Pursing his lips for a few moment, he moved himself in front of you and stopped you from walking, “It was just. Surprising.”
“Surprising.” You repeated, looking up at him with a wide grin, which he mimicked.
“Yes, surprising.”
“You screamed.” Chuckling as Peter made a face that said, ‘so you heard that’, he turned his head to the side and puffed out some air, his chest caving in as he arched his back slightly. Patting his right crutch onto the ground, while supporting himself with the other, you stepped forward and lightly pressed your hand to his forearm. His fingers played an invisible piano on the handle of his crutch as a sigh escaped his mouth.
You could tell that Peter was thinking, or contemplating something inside of his mind. Whether good or bad, you couldn’t tell. “I’m sorry. Did I upset you?” Intriguing in a soothing voice, you squeezed his bicep, feeling the lean muscle from under the fabric of his metallic leather jacket and Rush t-shirt.
“No,” Peter looked at you, catching your glance right away. “It’s just. I’m your boyfriend. Things like that shouldn’t scare me…”
“It’s okay that they do…It doesn’t determine how much of a man you are, and you shouldn’t think that it does…” You moved closer, cupping his cheek now. He kept his eyes locked on yours as a small pout formed itself onto his already naturally pouty cheeks. The natural bags under his eyes gave him the appearance of being much younger than he actually was, his pale skin lit up, silver hair intimidating a halo, and in the dim light of a street lamp, he looked almost godly. Godly and pouting, you thought to yourself. Swallowing at his expression, a small laugh tumbled from your lips, your breath tickling his face.
“What’s so funny?” Peter asked, his brows furrowing together, and his pout turning much more serious. “Is what I said funny?”
“I’m sorry,” You laughed a bit more, rubbing the smooth skin of his cheek under your fingertips in a circle pattern. Peter looked confused by your sudden outburst, and you tried to explain yourself. “Just your face… I’m sorry, but that was adorable.”
“Adorable? Really?” Peter laughed slightly, craning his head down to peck your lips, “First, I scream during a scary movie, and then you go and call me adorable. My ego is basically non-existent by this point.” He was joking, and you could hear it in the tone he was using to talk.
“Yeah, adorable,” You confirmed, shooting your boyfriend a rather cute smirk, “But, I still love you.”
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