Request: “Can you do a Peter Maximoff (XMA) x Reader where Peter was going to be gone for a while so you just wait at his house. You decided to do some snooping around so you go in his room. You then find his walkman and decided to listen to his mixtape on Sweet Dreams Are Made of This. You then find his silver jacket and old goggles so you wear it and start lip-syncing and dancing as you listen to the music. Then Peter comes in and just watches you and he just thinks it’s totally adorable.”
Warnings: None
You stood outside the Maximoff household, sighing. You knew Peter was away on a mission, but you had nothing else to do until he got back home. He had told you to wait for him.
You walked up to the front door, holding your hand against the knob, hesitating. You finally tried it, surprised when the door swung open freely. You stepped in quickly, making sure the door shut tight behind you. You shivered. The house felt creepy, empty and dark. You headed down the stairs to Peter’s room, resigning yourself to a long wait. These missions could take some time.
You relaxed in the sight of Peter’s familiar room, stepping carefully around the miscellaneous items and furniture placed haphazardly around the room. You saw his familiar silver jacket hanging off the arm of a couch. You went over, pulling it on. You grinned when you saw his old goggles, also putting those on. The jacket was a little big for you, the goggles old, but it still reminded you of Peter nevertheless.
You picked up his Walkman, the mixtape Sweet Dreams are Made of This stuck in it. You put on his headphones, turning the music on.
A minute in, you were dancing freely, still wearing his jacket and goggles. You lip-synced to it, having memorized every word. You didn’t even notice Peter coming down the stairs, still dressed in his X-Men uniform. He grinned when he saw you jamming out in the middle of his room, his silver jacket flashing in the light. He hadn’t seen you so completely at ease before. His goggles were perched on your forehead, singing along every word.
You almost had a heart attack when you saw Peter standing at the foot of the stairs, a crazy smile on his face. You fumbled to take the headphones off, shutting the Walkman off.
“H-hey Peter,” you stuttered. You looked down at the jacket, taking the goggles off. “Sorry about this.”
“No, it okay.” Peter sped past you, taking the Walkman with him.
“Sweet Dreams?” He asked, one eyebrow quirked. You shrugged.
“That’s what was in there,” you said, pointing to the Walkman.
“I have to say, though. You look rather good in my jacket,” he said, sauntering over slowly. You flapped the long sleeves experimentally.
“It’s a little big,” you said as Peter laughed. “Still. We’ll have to do this more often.”
“What, wear your clothes and listen to music?” You asked, blushing when Peter walked over, brining your face to his slowly and kissing you deeply.
“Of course,” he answered. He turned the music back on, grabbing your hands and smiling. “Now come on, we’ve got some music to listen to”
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