I Love You Even Though You’re A Loser (Peter Maximoff X Reader

mythwritessometimes:

Your mutation: Healing through touch
Word Count: 755
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Prompt: Peter Maximoff x Reader + angst
Note: I tried! angst isn’t one of my strong suits
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“Peter?” You called out, sleep still present as you rubbed your eyes.

It was 3 am and arms that once had wrapped themselves secure around your body had left, now only a cold spot as to where the Peter should’ve been was empty. Light illuminated from one of Peter’s arcade games. You scrunched your eyebrows when you saw Peter sitting at one of his games playing quickly, concentrated on the screen.

You walked over and tapped Peter on the shoulder “Y/N?” Peter croaked out, his voice sounded broken.

“Why are you up?”

“I can ask you the same.” You said and shuffled closer towards him, he looked tired. You scrunched your eyebrows even further and placed a hand on his ever so smooth cheek, automatically Peter moved his head up to look up at you still wearing one of his shirts which hung just below the apex of your thigh.

“What’s wrong?” You said in a whisper.

“Nothing.” His voice cracked.

“Peter.” You began to move your thumb up and down, causing Peter to frown. But instead of retreating your hand, you placed three fingers between his furrowed brows and pressed ever so slightly, causing him to stop frowning.

“Magic fingers” you whispered out, a sleepy yet genuine smile spread across your face.
That’s when something tugs at Peter’s heartstrings with a hard force, causing him to wrap his arms around your waist and pulling you in closer, burying his face into your stomach.
You where startled by the sudden action, but decided to brush it off and let it happen. Fingers comb through Peter’s hair which made him hold you even tighter.

“[Y/N],” he muttered. “Please forgive me.” He mumbled into your stomach, you frowned.

“Peter wha-”

“Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you.” Peter said, slowly moving his head up to look at your confused and furrowed face.

Slowly you lowered yourself down, practically sitting on the ground as you looked at Peter.

“Peter,” you said, your hands holding his.“What are you talking about?”

“You why are you with me?” Peter asked in a tone that made your heart shake.

“What?”

“[Y/N], I’m a bad person.Why are you with me?” You vigorously shook your head, not sure how to react. It was the first time you had seen him act like this and you where just at loss and unsure how to react.

“I mean look at me [Y/N], I’m a total loser, I still live in my moms basement.” he said rubbing his eyes.

“Peter you aren’t.”

“Don’t [Y/N].You know I am.” Peter wrapped his hands around yours and holding it tightly.
“Why are you with me?” He croaked out.

“Because your the one I only want.” You said in a hushed tone, your thump going up and down on the back of his hand.

“But [Y/N],” you felt him clench your hands for a second.“I do bad things, I am a bad person and a bad influence.”

You honestly had no idea what to say, your mind was blank but your mouth wasn’t. So before you could process what you wanted to say, you had already spoken out.

“You are.”Peter’s eyes shot up and looked at you, slightly surprised by the agreement.
“But, that’s how others see you.” Peter cocked you an eyebrow.

“Perhaps you are a bad person, but I cannot seem to find it.”

“god Y/N, I don’t deserve you.”

“Peter, you’re not a bad person. Those who say you are haven’t been around you for even one second.You’re the sweetest guy I have met.”

“I’m not sweet, I’m bad.” Peter slightly pouted, which caused you to chuckle.

“Yes Peter, you’re the sweetest bad guy I have met.” This comment made Peter smile ever so slightly and caused him to slightly lean into your touch.

“So don’t deny me or yourself ever again okay?” You said, looking straight into Peter’s eyes.
“Because I love you a little more than I should.” You chuckled and Peter now showed his smile that you fell for the instant you saw it.

Peter had tugged onto your arm causing you to being pulled forward into his warm embrace, easily picking up your frail figure.

“God [Y/N], I need you like I do.” Peter mumbled into your shoulder, causing to let out a small laugh.

“What does that mean?” You said.

“It means,” Peter pulled you out of the embrace and inched closer towards your lips.
“Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you.” And with that he planted a sweet kiss on your lips which you gladly returned.

“How about a late night snack then back to bed?”

“Sounds like a plan if you let me have a turn on Ms. Pac-man.”