mindlessly-meme:

A Peter Maximoff x Reader!

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It was the middle of the night on Christmas eve, well technically Christmas morning, when you were woken up.

Groaning and moaning, you squinted under the light of the flashlight being held in your face. There was a lot of hushed laughter and shushes but they went silent when you sat up, “What the hell guys?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

Scott, Warren, and Kurt were leaning over the edge of your bed, gesturing for you to be quiet.

You rolled your eyes, and whispered, “What?”

Looking like he was doing everything he could not to laugh, Scott whispered back, “There’s a special present for you downstairs.”

You raised an eyebrow at the three. Now, you didn’t hate the three, but they certainly weren’t your favorite group and this was not the first or last time they would try to trick you into doing something stupid. It was then you noticed the missing fourth member of their group, Peter. Now he was one annoying guy, not to mention the fact he told you nearly everyday he was in love with you. And it wasn’t like you hated him either, you just liked to mess with him, and you weren’t even sure if he really liked you, or if he was just joking.

You shook your head, ridding your thoughts of the speedster, “Guys is like two in the morning, can’t you do whatever dumb trick you’re planning in the morning?”

“It not a trick, (Y/n), just go look under the tree. We won’t leave until you do.”

Weighing your options, you figured it was better to just go downstairs and see what they wanted you to see so you could go back to sleep.

You shuffled along behind the three, and they stopped at the end of the hall, motioning for you to go ahead.

Glaring at them, you begrudgingly did so, and froze at what you saw under the tree.

There was the normal things, like presents, and then there was Peter.

He was lying on his side under the tree with his hand on his hips. Naked.

Two bows covered his nipples and there was a wrapped box conveniently placed over his junk. And finally placed on his head, there was one of those hats with mistletoe hanging from it.

He laid there with a confident smile, and winked.

Letting out a snort, you hunched over, laughing so hard you could hardly breath.

“What the hell Peter?” you said between breaths.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” he said dramatically, and you could hear the hushed laughter of the boys from the other room.

“Why?” you asked as you started to control your giggles.

“I’m your present!”

“Are you serious right now?” you asked.

“Yes, I am, now unless you want me to move this box and get up, I suggest you come over here and give me a kiss.” he winked, shaking the mistletoe hat.

Shaking your head, you walked over, dropped onto your knees and pulled him up into a kiss.

And as you two passionately maked out under the tree, neither of you noticed the camera flashing. And let me just say, Professor Xavier was not pleased when they sent out Christmas cards to the whole school with that picture on the front.