You Make Me Blush - Peter Maximoff

You Make Me Blush - Peter Maximoff

Peter Maximoff x Reader | Fluff | Warnings: none | She/her Pronouns

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Authors Note: Hello reader! I just want to let you know this is my very first fanfic and it’s going to be very bad. Any respectful criticism is welcome to help me get better with writing. I just want to become a better writer and please you all with lovely fanfics, thanks! - Myleigh <3

You Make Me Blush

I knock on the Maximoff’s door, stepping back patiently for an answer. I hear a soft “coming” from inside and rushing of footsteps. The door opens to reveal Peter’s mom. 

“Oh, y/n! What are you doing here hon? Everything alright?” 

Bombarded with questions I chuckle, “Hi Ms. Maximoff!” giving her a gentle wave. “I’m just wondering if Peter was home. I kinda wanna surprise him, he doesn't know I’m here.” I peered behind to see the lights in the basement. Smiling to myself I look back to Ms. Maximoff. 

“Oh yeah, he’s just in the basement as usual. Come right on in sweetie I’m sure he won’t mind the extra company.” She opened the door wide enough for me to walk through closing it behind me. “Thanks.” I smile again excited to see Peter after a while. Walking towards the basement stairs I heard Peter playing on his Pac-Man machine by himself probably to entertain himself from the boredom. I start walking down with small steps throughout the squeaky stairs. Catching a glimpse of that fluffy silver hair made me smile. 

“Mom, can you make some pizza rolls? I'm starvin’.” He was using his abilities to pace through the game. I chuckle softly, making him stop his game and turn around in his seat. “I’m pretty sure I’m not your momma Pete.” 

“y/n? What are you doing here, flower girl?” He gave that lopsided grin of his making me smile innocently. Flopping onto his couch with a “umph”. “I'm literally so bored Peter you don’t understand. I’m dying!” With a dramatic swoop of my hand he chuckled. He stood off from his chair standing over me. 

“Welp, you've come to the right place, flower girl! I’ve got ping pong, pac-man, some old Nintendo stuff, or we could y’know.” He smirked and raised his eyebrows suggestively. “PETER!” I chuckle, slapping his arm. He moved my legs off of the couch and sat beside me leaving me in an awkward position. I put my legs on his lap and groaned. “That's the thing Pete, I don’t know!” Dragging the last word excessively. I let my eyes roam Peter, taking his looks in. His disheveled silver hair that compliments his dark eyes staring right back at my blue eyes. OH WAIT. “See something you like, flower girl?” He smirked at me, making me hide into one of the pillows I found on the floor. “Uh– no!” My muffled voice squeaks through the pillow making me embarrassed. “Then why were you staring at me, eh?” 

“Oh I totally didn't, believe me. As if I would make googly eyes at you.” I rolled my eyes, but behind that fake annoyance I actually would totally make googly eyes at him. But obviously he couldn’t know that, I’m too awkward to go into that type of category. “Are you sure about that flower girl? You’ve been staring at me like a girl who's in love with that one guy from ‘The Breakfast Club’.” 

“Yeah, you wish.” I scoffed 

“I don’t need to dream, because it’s already true flower girl. There's no denying it.” Peter simply looked at me with that smirk on his face knowing he won this argument. “Kids, I made some pizza for lunch if you're hungry!” Peter’s mom shouted from the kitchen. “Coming!” Peter shouted in return standing up, giving me one last grin before making his way up the stairs leaving me on the couch blushing the deep red Peter always leaves me with when we are together.