habromania → marvel imagines

{ peter maximoff }

prompt: come back to bed
type: fluff
pairing: peter maximoff x reader
warnings: mentions of night terrors / unedited and cringey

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despite being the most unique person you'd ever met, peter maximoff could be like everyone else in many ways. sure, he was a mutant and apart of the x-men, but he was still a person. this meant he too had reckless nights.

however, for peter, these reckless nights were more often than not. even if you were sleeping next to him, he'd still find it difficult at times. although, peter did find it easier to sleep when you were with him.

but this was one of those nights when he just couldn't get back to sleep.

when-if he was lucky enough to actually get some rest in the first place-he slept, he usually got night terrors.

peter had been getting them since he joined the x-men. sure, he loved saving the world and shit, but it came with severe consequences. he'd usually get flashbacks to fighting apocalypse.

peter completely regretted never telling erik that he was his son-that was another huge thing that kept him up at night.

peter removed his arms from around you, trying his hardest not wake you up, and stood from the bed. stumbling slightly in his tiredness, peter walked over to the desk and sat down with his back pressing right against the back of the chair and his head tilted to the ceiling.

taking small breaths in, he tried to calm himself down so he could have you in his arms once more.

you calmed peter maximoff down, and that wasn't a secret.

but he couldn't risk waking you up. not for something as stupid as this. you looked too peaceful when you were sleeping, he'd hate to have to wake you.

his hasty mind had so many thoughts at once and it got too much. it varied from telling his dad the truth to when he nearly died on a mission. it was too much. peters head sank to his hands.

but your tired voice brought him back to reality, only one thought on his mind, "come back to bed."

his gaze wandered over to you, eyes settling on your features. the only light in the room was from the moonlight that drizzled in from the window. your expression held a mixture of fatigue and concern.

"did i wake you up?" his sleepy voice was laced with worry

"not at all." you patted the spot next to you, inviting him to lay down with you

lifting up from the chair, peter walked back over to the bed where you opened your arms for him. he climbed in, resting his head on your chest, taking in your warmth. your hands ran through his hair soothingly as his arms snaked their way around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"are you okay, sweetheart?" you kissed his forehead and he nodded.

now he was in your arms, and his eyelids got heavier and heavier.

muttering an 'i love you', he let his tiredness take over him and you kissed his forehead once more.

"i love you too." you hummed before joining him in falling asleep.

peter maximoff was forever grateful he had you to fall asleep with every night. (and vice versa)