For the ‘is that my shirt’ request could you do Erik, Peter or Warren. Please. Love ya.

basicmarvel:

peter maximoff + this prompt list

word count: 627

note: love u too doll !!

It was a known fact that Peter was very protective of his band shirts, and despite Scott always stealing his roommates clothes, he would never touch one of his band shirts. So when Peter notices that his signature Pink Floyd t-shirt is missing, Scott is his first suspect. 

“Scott, if you give it back now, I won’t be mad, I swear.” Peter says, turning from his chest of drawers to face his roommate. Scott’s eyebrows furrow together in confusion. “I have no idea what you’re on about, speedy.” Peter rolls his eyes. “My Pink Floyd t-shirt. It’s missing.” Peter starts speeding around the room in a panic. “Bro, stop. You’re gonna give a headache watching you run around the room like this.” 

“Seriously, just give it me back, its my favourite, Scott.” He says, coming to a stand still in front of Scott. Scott lets out a loud sigh – “I promise, I didn’t take it, Pete.” Peter sinks down on the bed, finally trusting his roommate. “Why don’t you ask Jean? See if she can use her power or something.” And with that, Peter sped off to find her. 

Before Peter can even open his mouth, Jean begins to talk. “Y/N’s wearing it. She’s in her room with Kurt.” Peter nods his head and thanks her. “Wait, why would Y/N be wearing my shirt?” Peter asks, confused. “I don’t know. But, it’s probably something to do with the fact she has a crush on you.” Jean starts to walk away, a smirk plastered on her face. “She likes me back?!” Jean laughs as Peter speeds off again, this time in the direction of Y/N’s room. 

He knocks on the door and hears her shout ‘come in!’ as he enters the room. “Hi Y/N. Hi Kurt, is there any chance you could excuse us for a moment?” Peter asks, fiddling with the hem of his jacket. Y/N’s never seen him look this nervous before now. “Of course, Peter. See ya later, Y/N.” Kurt says, his thick German accent coming through, leaving the room.

“Is that my shirt? Well, I know it’s my shirt, Jean just told me you were wearing it. Wait, why are you wearing it? Not that it matters, you do look adorable in it. You look adorable in anything, really. Just especially in my clothes. Oh God, did I just say all of that out loud?” Peter rushes through his words, causing Y/N to giggle. She pats the space on the bed next to her, inviting him to sit there. “Sorry, I should have asked. But, I came to your room to see you and it was there so I put it on… It just smelled like you and I-” Y/N says before being cut off by Peter. “It’s fine, Y/N.” They both just sat there, smiling to each other.

“Hold on, what else did Jean say?” Y/N asks, panic taken over her voice. “Nothing much, just that you liked me back.” Peter says, his usual sarcastic tone seeping through. Y/N throws her head into her hands, clearly embarrassed. “Oh, gosh. I’m gonna kill Jean when I next see he- Wait, liked you back?” She asks, now looking Peter in the eyes. He just nods at her, smirking. Peter’s eyes flicker from hers to her lips as he leans in, crashing his lips against hers. Her whole body relaxes at the feeling on her lips on his, her hands wrapping around his neck to play with the ends of his hair. Peter finally pulls away, in need of air.

“I could definitely get use to the sight of you with swollen lips in my shirt.” He smirks at Y/N as she lightly wacks his arm. “And I could get use to stealing your clothes.”