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Peter Maximoff Owning a Bookstore Head Canons

adarkroomandawallflower:

If Peter in glasses wasn’t your demise just imagine this: Peter Maximoff with glasses owning a book store

-He owns a cute, small bookstore in the quiet, downtown area where you live

-He doesn’t have much customers because most people just go to Barnes & Nobles, but he does have a quiet few regulars who keep him in business
-Most of them are elderly folk but a few of them are young, including yourself

-You love his little store so much & he always has the best books & comics
-You also love him, but he doesn’t know that

-Picture this: walking into the store & seeing Peter by the register, his glasses down his nose as his eyes devour a book on the counter, his silver hair messy
-He looks up when he hears you open the door & gives you a cute smile as he pushes his glasses back up his nose
-“Hi, welcome to the Silver Linings Bookstore!”
-He just looks so warm & soft & you want to hug him & kiss his stupid face

-He’s constantly adding new books & comics to his store, which he loves to organize & stack himself
-He just wheels around one of those little portable, metal shelves filled with books (like the ones libraries have when they’re stacking books), stacking & organizing books while he has his Walkman blasting Pink Floyd or RUSH a little too loudly
-Sometimes, he sings the lyrics under his breath
-You always lowkey watch him when he does this because he looks so precious

-Although he’s quite shy, he gladly helps anyone who asks
-“Can you help me find this book?”
-“Of course! What is it? Oh man I LOVE that book let me tell you”
-He gets so excited because the books he helps people find are almost always his favorites
-He also lowkey likes that people actually talk to him & ask for his help because it makes him feel needed & appreciated
-The first time you guys officially had a conversation was when you asked him if he had a new book in that you were looking for
-He did & he already read it & proceeded to tell you how great it was (without spoiling it for you)
-“And then after that, they have to go on this huge journey & it’s a metaphorical representation for self-discovery & acceptance & it’s so gOOD the author is genius I swear”
-He was so excited & he was using his hands a lot as he spoke
-He knocked over a few things from moving his hands so quickly & excitedly, blushing as you laughed & helped him pick up everything
-You guys ended up talking for an hour before he actually found the book for you

-Peter finding books is so adorable to watch
-He would gently brush his finger across every book spine on the shelf, mumbling the titles & authors to himself as he searched for the book you or someone else requested
-When he’s really concentrating, he’ll furrow his eyebrows & bit his lip a little, not realizing his glasses are legit about to fall off his face
-When he finds it, his eyes would light up & he’d smile as he exclaimed “Ah-ha!” & gently pulled the book off the shelf

-Flustered soft Peter with glasses having problems with his cash register is the cUTEST
-His hair is flopping in his face, his glasses keep slipping, & he just pouts as he tries to fix it
-That damn thing is older than your grandfather, so it’s no wonder he always has trouble with it
-It’s always getting stuck, preventing him from returning change
-He really needs to get a new one but he’s too stingy to
-He also lowkey really loves the thing because it’s vintage & Peter loves anything vintage
-He eventually gets it open & is able to return the change

-Pretty soon, you stopped by every weekend, even if you weren’t going to purchase something, just to get to see him & talk to him
-Peter always smiled the brightest when he saw you walk in the door

-You two naturally worked out a schedule where you always came at a certain time (usually his break time)
-One time, you showed up & his mom was there instead of him
-You were really sad, but once his mother informed you he was sick you instantly wished you could help him feel better
-He left you a bookmark he made you & a couple of cookies his mom baked earlier that day as an apology for not being there for your designated meeting time
-You almost cried because he’s so cute & sweet
-When he came back the following week, his nose was all red, his voice was stuffy, the bags under his eyes were larger, his hair was a mess, his glasses kept falling down his nose, & he kept sniffling, but he was feeling a lot better
-Thankfully, he was no longer contagious & you pulled him into a hard hug, telling him how much you missed him & hoped he was feeling better
-He was so shocked that you actually hugged him & missed that he blushed so haRD

-Peter is also really creative & artistic
-Besides bookmarks, he makes a lot of cool & weird things, especially for you
-He makes A TON of cute gifts for you
-Your favorite one is this super cute bracelet he made you out of papers he ripped out from old books
-It’s legit the coolest thing ever & he loves that you love it

-It’s pretty clear you guys dig each other, but neither of you say anything about it
-Peter tried to so many times, but he flusters himself & can’t get the words out
-That changes the next time you come into the store
-You needed some books for your Psychology report about emotions & Peter was happy to help
-He kept getting distracted, though, because you were so close to him that he could smell your shampoo & poor sweet baby boy likes you so much he can’t help himself
-You notice his nervousness & flash him a genuine smile to reassure him & he just m e l t s
-He remembers that he made you another gift as you grab the books you need
-He shyly pulls out this adorable little silver book charm he made for your bracelet
-You were so overwhelmed because I mean honestly this sweet little soft silver cinnamon roll is too damn much
-You drop all your books & grab his shirt collar & pull him down to your height & kiss him right then & there, between Darwin & Freud
-He’s so shocked & he blushes a little but he gladly returns the kiss
-When you pull away, his eyes are still closed & he breaks out into a huge smile as he pushes his glasses up his nose before opening his eyes
-“Is your report about love? Because I think I can definitely help with that, considering I’m falling for you”
-You just kiss him again
-After that, you come by almost daily because you’re dating the precious silver-haired bookstore owner

-This boy is the most affectionate boyfriend in existence
-He loves hugs, especially yours, so now you always greet him with lots of hugs
-Every time you hug, he wraps his arms around your waist, sets his chin down on your shoulder, pulls you into his chest, & buries his face in your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your collarbone & stares at the ground behind you, his glasses smudging slightly from coming into contact with your skin
-He could hold you like that forever & he would, given the option
-Now his kisses oh b o y
-He does this thing where whenever he wants to kiss you, he chew on his thumb nail & watch your mouth move as you talk
-When you realize he’s not paying attention, you’ll playfully scold him but he’s still just watching your mouth move
-Then, he’ll apprehensively lean in & hesitantly press his lips against yours
-His kisses are always so gentle & needy
-It doesn’t take long for him to get greedy over your affection & pretty soon, he’s just hugging & kissing you & holding your hand all the time
-He LOVES holding your hand because he can do it whenever he wants to
-He has a firm grip, as if he’s worried you’ll disappear if he holds your hand too loosely

-He still handmakes you gifts all the time for no reason
-“I made you something!”
-“Aw again? Peter, you just made me something yesterday for getting an A on my report”
-“Well, this one’s for being awesome”

-He used to tell you dumb pick-up lines before you started dating, but now he tells you even more
-They’re always nerdy and/or book related
-“Hey babe, are you librarian? Because you sure know how to organize the books of my heart”
-“PeTER that was so stuPID come here you”

-Peter! Loves! Reading! To! You!
-You love listening to his voice, especially when he’s reading a good book or poem outloud to you
-Whenever you spend the night with him or he with you, he always something readable handy so he can read it to you
-He also loves it when you read to him
-He just loves you honestly

Dedicated to @v-writings & that poor shaking anon. Hope you’re okay friend & that these little head canons make you feel better! 💚

“Please don’t go.” + “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.” with peter maximoff please and thank you hun x

alexsunmners:

Peter Maximoff + this prompt list

A/N: This is pretty mediocre but whatever. @put-in-writing it’s ur bf and also @kurtwxgners enjoy some Soft Peter

Genuine free time is a rarity at Xavier’s.
Usually, ‘free time’ is actually time that’s supposed to be spent doing
homework or studying, but this is one of those rare occasions where free time
is actually just free time, and you’ve made the most of your Saturday evening.
You and Peter have been holed up in his room since dinner, watching bad movies,
eating copious amounts of popcorn and pretending the appeal of cuddling in bed
together is strictly platonic. The credits start to roll on the movie that had been
playing and you rub blearily at your eyes, shifting against Peter’s side so you
can glance over at the clock on the bedside table beside you.

“Jesus, it’s like one am. Maybe we should
go to sleep,” you suggest, and Peter pulls a face at the idea.

“But why?” he asks petulantly and you roll
your eyes.

“Because sleep. I’m tired and you’re tired
and these movies are terrible and we’ve run out of popcorn. Do I need to go
on?” You retort, and now it’s Peter’s turn to roll his eyes at you.

“Okay fiiiine,” he draws the word out in mock indignation. “We can go to
sleep if you insist.”

You start to sit up and swing your legs
over the edge of his bed to head back to your room, expecting Peter to pull
back so you can get up, but instead he just adjusts his position and pulls you
in so your head is resting against his shoulder. You try to ignore the way your
cheeks heat up and your heartrate increases erratically as he slings an arm
round your waist and settles you against his side.

“Uh, Peter?” you start, voice a little
unsteady. “What’re you doing?”

“You said we needed to sleep, right? Well
we are,” he says matter-of-factly, as if his response to your initial
suggestion was the most natural reaction in the world.

“I meant in our own beds,” you say
amusedly, though despite your surprise at his display of physical affection,
you still aren’t pulling away from him.

“This is better,” he says resolutely, his
arm tightening minutely around you, his voice a little defensive, and you lean
back to look up at him curiously.

“It’s-why?”

“Because I-being around you is-it just is,
okay? Please don’t go.” Peter’s voice is quiet and suddenly a little unsure,
and as he’s looking down at you, his gaze flickers unconsciously down to your
lips and then back up to your eyes, and just like that, your impulse control is
gone. One of your hands comes up to rest against the side of his neck,
fingertips brushing lightly over his jaw as you lean in and press your lips
gently to his. The kiss is short and sweet and a little hesitant, but as you
pull away, his eyes are still closed for a moment, and he lets out a soft sigh,
his breath ghosting over your skin.

“Okay. I won’t go,” you whisper, the hand
at his neck sliding up to cradle his face, thumb stroking over his cheekbone.
He doesn’t say anything in response, just tilts your chin up so he can kiss you
again, his lips warm and soft against yours as he winds his other arm around
your shoulders, pressing you closer as he draws back and you tuck your head
against the crook of his neck, letting the warmth of his body lull you to
sleep.

The next morning, it takes you a couple of
seconds to reorient yourself, blinking drowsily as you take in the room around
you and Peter’s uncharacteristically peaceful expression as he sleeps. You’re
still wrapped in his arms, and you don’t try to fight the fond smile spreading
over your face as you shift against him slightly, leaning up to kiss him
softly.

“Peter. Wake up. C’mon sleepy,” you murmur
between kisses, giggling slightly at his sleepy, confused expression.

“But whyyyyy,” he mumbles, moving so he can
bury his face against the crook of your neck, eliciting more giggles from you
as you thread your hand through his hair, tugging him up again.

“You gotta. It’s a beautiful morning,” you
say persuasively, and his mock pout quickly gives way to an endearing grin as
he looks at you, seemingly surprised that you’re actually there.

“It’s nice that your voice was the first
thing I heard today,” he whispers, and you feel your cheeks heat up in
response.

“It’s nice that I got to wake up with you,”
you whisper back, and Peter actually seems to light up at your words as he
leans in to kiss you again.