habromania → marvel imagines

{ peter maximoff }

idiots
pairing: peter maximoff x reader
type: fluff
warnings: language, unedited

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVAN PETERS!!

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you two really are perfect for each other. you're idiots.

it was a stupid tease jean had slipped into your conversation with her a few weeks back - but it never left your mind.

it's not even like you actually liked him.

sure - you both flirted with each other on the odd occasion (frequently) but that never meant anything. just back and forth humour at the most.

and, yeah, maybe you looked forward to seeing him. and, yeah, when you did see him it made your day all the better. so what?

perhaps you did have something towards the speedster. even so, there was no way in hell those feelings would be reciprocated, therefore there was no point whatsoever in acting upon them.

there. it's solved. you reassured yourself.

and it was.

for about two minutes maximum.

"fuck it." your murmured, tossing around on your twin bed in your room at the mansion and reaching over to check the time.

the clock read 2am and you audibly groaned, the realisation that you had a physics test the following morning seeming to hit.

"fuck you, peter." the smile that crept its way on your face was unstoppable. what could you say? anything to do with peter maximoff made you smile. even if he was overtaking your thoughts and preventing your sleep.

maybe you could tell him? nope - that would ruin your whole entire friendship with him, which was something you were not and never will be willing to risk. what if you just... ignored it? how long will you even be able to keep that up?

"just tell him already." jean grumbled, throwing a pillow at you from her side of the dorm.

you rolled your eyes, pulling the pillow into your arms and sitting up, "get out of my head, red."

"pretty hard to do when i can hear your thoughts from here." she mirrored your actions, looking at you from her spot on her bed.

you were grateful for the darkness, hiding your face which felt like it had flushed the colour of her hair, "sorry.."

"for what? finally coming to your senses?"

"jean-"

"everyone knows you like each other. it's so obvious." jean's voice was still slightly croaky - you had no idea how long she'd been up. that s, if she had gone to sleep at all.

it was as if all vocabulary had dissolved in your mind. what do you even say to something like that?

"hey, it's okay," the abrupt softness in her words caused your head to snap back up to see her, the comforting tone and soothing expression setting you at ease, "just think about it, alright?"