habromania → marvel imagines

{ peter maximoff }

prompt: "your hair is so soft"
type: fluff
pairing: peter maximoff x reader

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It was no secret to anyone that Peter was a hard person to get to slow down. Particularly when he had a busy day, like today. But right now, cradled in your arms, Peter was completely still. Treasuring the tranquil setting while it lasted, before he had to get up and running again.

It's a lot of work for him occasionally: having to run all the time. It drains a lot of energy from the speedster, though many people may have thought he had somewhat infinite energy, he was just like them. Just faster.

Raking your fingers through his hair continuously, you leant forward so your head was now leant against his,

"Your hair is so soft."

A light chuckle slipped through his lips, eyes still shut softly. He looked so pretty like this - the faint glow of golden hour shrining through the drawn blinds,

"It is?"

You hummed in agreement, kissing his forehead as you moved further into the sheets. Anything and everything negative just seemed to evaporate in the instant - a common thing to happen while with Peter. Some people may look at him and assume he's trouble, a burden to be around. He was the complete opposite. Peter Maximoff had came into your life and changed it all for the better. He had to be the best person you'd ever met.

Glancing down at his almost sleeping form, you wondered how anyone could possibly hate Peter. It was like despising a lost puppy.

He smiled in content as you kept combing his hair, breathing in deeply before turning to bury his face further into your side.

You took in those few moments like they were the last you'd ever get,

But they were far from it.

Tranquility flooding the air, the pale sheets clad over the both of you messily yet providing more comfort than ever before.

An unspoken rule of mornings like these with you and Peter was that you'd both stay in the bed for as long as possible. Majority of the time it was either Scott or John coming to disturb the peace deliberately, other times it was Jean or Bobby reluctantly coming to break it to you both that you had responsibilities to be attending to.

But was any of that relevant at this point in time? Not at all.

All that was of relevance to the either of you was the other. That was all you needed, really. Each other.

It sounded corny, in some elements, it was. But it was true, regardless.

Looking down at him once again, you noticed his breathing had now slowed to a regular pace and his eyelids were completely relaxed, not twitching once at those minutes you had found yourself staring at him.

You tilted your head so you could press another kiss to his own, inevitable smile clear on your lips.

Repetitive action of combing his hair with your hands slowing ever so slightly, you felt yourself begin to drift back to that harmonious rest along with Peter.

So, yeah, Peter Maximoff was a hard person to slow down. But whenever he did, it never failed to be one of your favourite moments.