Okay, so I’m not sure if fic requests are actually closed, because I know you said earlier they were open and you just couldn’t change it because you’re on mobile, or if you’re only taking requests for certain things. BUT. If you are taking requests. After reading that prompt list inspired by your brother’s (clearly horrible) gf, I NEED a Peter Maximoff fic with “I just don’t think Evan Peters is that attractive.” IF you are taking requests.
I’m literally screaming? Like, imagine a world where both Evan Peters and Peter Maximoff co-existed. The only downside is that the X-men movies wouldn’t exist, but X-men would in real life? it’s so weird?
This is a Modern Day!AU.
Title: Identical. Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader. (Implied Evan Peters x Reader.). Words: 1094. Rating: T. (Mentions of Sex).
“Hey, babe.” Was usually the first thing you heard in the morning while walking to your first seminar, and the mere sound of the voice saying it was enough to make your heart flutter. A small peck to your cheek was placed, and his dark, on the verge of black, brown eyes locked with yours as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He wasn’t wearing a sweater this morning, which surprised you a small bit. It was starting to get bitter cold in the morning time, and walking from your dorm to the tech building across campus was your least favorite thing. But, Peter made it worth while as he held onto you tightly, his body heat slamming against your skin. It amazed you how hot he was, his fingers brushing up and down your arm. You could feel the warmth of his touch, even through your sweater.
“Hey.” You finally replied, awake enough now to acknowledge that your boyfriend had come to your rescue before you passed out walking. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you gazed up adoringly at the speedster you had the pleasure of calling your boyfriend. You could see the dark circles under his eyes, as the morning sun was finally rising. It illuminated his pale skin, making Peter look even more godly than he already did. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants, and his old school Metallica t-shirt. Chuckling, you bumped a bit carelessly into his side, knowing he’d catch you before stating in a lethargic tone, “You look tiiiiiired.”
“I’m always tired,” Peter explained and held you closer when he felt you shudder, “I stayed up last night to finish watching Stranger Things. I can officially say I’m obsessed. I may love it more than I love you.”
You could hear the playfulness in your voice, so you didn’t take his words seriously. The sun was above the horizon now, and lit up his beautiful, metallic hair. It looked like he only comb it with his fingers, which you didn’t doubt. Peter was the type of person to roll out of bed, and go on with life. He made messy bedhead look amazing. A few strands of soft hair slicked down his face, occasionally latching onto his eyelashes to which he’d blink or flick his head to the side to get the hairs away.
“I love Evan Peters more than I love you.” You retaliated in an equally cheeky and teasing voice.
“That guy from American Horror Story?” Peter inquired and glanced down at you as you nodded rather happily. “You think he’s cute?”
“He’s hot,” You told your love, tilting your head back and laughing at his expression to your words, “C’mon, you don’t think so?”
“Personally, no.” Peter swallowed and bit his bottom lip slowly. The action was intended to give him the appearance of being innocent, but did far from that. His answer though made you slightly confused. You weren’t the only one who have correlated his appearance to that of Evan Peters. Hell, half of the college campus thought they were somehow related, including a few professors. Girls typically flocked after him for this, but Peter was convinced it was because he was a catch. Which, he was truly.
“How come?”
Peter merely shrugged and pouted his lips. “I just don’t think Evan Peters is attractive.”
Hearing that, you slipped out of his touch and stepped in front of him. Peter stopped walking, but not without bumping into you slightly. He gazed down at you with wide, doe like eyes, “What?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“I made you mad-”
“No, I’m not mad. I’m just reall…” You paused and sighed, rubbing your face, “You don’t know anyone who looks like Evan Peters? Anyone you’re really close with?” You urged and pressed a hand against his chest. Involuntarily, Peter shuddered at the affection and locked eyes with you.
Peter thought, before shaking his head no, his gaze never leaving yours.
“Oh my god, Peter!” You shrieked and threw your head back dramatically, your book bag almost shrugging off your shoulder with that action. “You look just like him!”
“Me?”
“Yes, you!” You laughed and patted your hand against his chest, “Seriously! You don’t see it?” He shook his head once again, “Seriously?” Again, he shook his head, “You guys could be twins, it’s really creepy.”
Peter laughed with you and cupped your cheeks, “is it really that creepy?” Craning his head towards you, he pressed his forehead against yours and bit his bottom lip once again.
“Actually, yeah. It is. It’s been so distracting ever since Claire in my Biology class pointed it out to me a few months ago.” Smiling, a small chuckle bubbled in your throat, “Even Kurt and Scott think you look like him. And Evan is Scott’s man crush, so he knows.”
“It’s nice to know Scott looks at me that much.” Peter said cockily. “So, you loved me before you figured out I looked like your celebrity crush?”
Giggling, you shook your head, “I fell in love after I figured it out.” You whispered teasingly. From the closeness of your faces, Peter could smell the coffee on your breath and felt his lips tilt into a small smile. He could kiss you right now and taste what sort of coffee you had, he thought to himself. “I mean, the only real difference is your hair, and your sense of style?” Peter swallowed and began thinking, visualizing Evan’s face so he could draw a comparison. “Your lips…” You placed a small peck to the right side of Peter’s mouth, “your eyes, your facial structure, just… The two of you look a lot alike, I’m surprised you don’t see it.”
“That explains why you said Evan last week when we-”
“You wish.” You interrupted him.
“I really don’t.” Peter gave you a sly smile and grasped around your waist, “I don’t want you to be in love with anyone other than me.”
“Well, today is your lucky day, Maximoff.” It was your turn to bite at your bottom lip, but it was due to the sudden closeness of your boyfriend, his nose lightly poking yours, “‘Cause I love you.”
He kissed you, slowly and gently at first before quickening the pace to light and feathery pecks. “Do you? Or, do you love that I look like Evan Peters?”
You hummed under your breath, “Why not both?”
“Fair enough answer,” Peter pressed his lips against yours once again, “but I am prettier than him, right?”
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