Peter Maximoff X Reader

Winner Of My Heart (Peter Maximoff X Fem Reader)

Y/N was the star athlete on the volleyball team at Xavier's and the talk of the town, especially with the men. Peter, who was close to her as a friend, wasn't too fond of the way the men talked about her. It was the night before one of the biggest volleyball games at the school, with Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters taking on their longtime rival, Massachusetts Academy, and Peter and Y/N were hanging out together in Peter's room after her practice.

"Dude, my legs are sore! The practices recently have been relentless because they desperately want us to beat Massachusetts. Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters hasn't won a game against Massachusetts in five years!" Y/n exclaimed. "Well, I am sure Xavier's will finally have a win with you on the team. You're so physically talented that they will lose just looking at you," Peter declared. "You bet they'll lose!" Y/n exclaimed. "That's the spirit!" Peter cried out, nudging Y/N's shoulder.

"I am so pumped for tomorrow!" Y/n yelled. "You should calm down though. The more excited you get, the more you won't be able to sleep tonight because the game is all you will be thinking about," Peter reminded. "When did you get all philosophical?" Y/n asked. "What?" Peter retorted. "Never mind," Y/N replied. "You really should get some rest though," Peter reiterated. "Where did this side of you come from?" Y/n asked. "I don't know. I just don't want you to feel unwell," Peter admitted. "Well, I am glad you at least care about my well-being," Y/N stated.

"I worry about you, especially when you forget to pause and take a drink during practices or games and I or your coach have to remind you to drink water," Peter confessed. "Well, water tastes weird, and when I am invested in trying to beat the other team's butt, of course, I am not thinking about it!" Y/n exclaimed. "Water doesn't have a taste," Peter responded. "Yes, it does!" Y/n declared. "Whatever, this is an argument for another time," Peter concluded. He picked Y/N, bridal style, off his bed and sped her over to her room. Peter laid Y/N down gently and tucked her into bed. "Are you comfortable?" Peter questioned. Y/N nodded her head as she turned to her side and curled up in a fetal position. "You know I could have gotten to bed myself," Y/N stated. "I know I just wanted to make sure you were asleep before I left," Peter admitted. "Weirdo," Y/N declared.

"I'm not weird; I'm just overprotective. You've got to think you're one of my only friends. My best friend for that matter," Peter admitted. "You're my best friend too, Pete," Y/N confessed. "Good night, get some rest," Peter told Y/N. "Night," Y/n responded as Peter closed the door to her room and headed back to his. He laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how tomorrow was going to play out.

The next morning, Y/N woke up bright and early, eager for the game. For Y/N, the day felt like it dragged on forever. She made her way to Peter's room and talked to him for hours about her excitement for the game as she looked at the clock frequently. He zoned out often but tried his best to pay attention because he knew how important today was for her. About two hours before the game, she left to go take a shower and made sure her hair was brushed and dried before the game. She got into her white short-sleeve shirt with the school logo on the front and her last name and number on the back in black, along with black compression shorts, white socks, and black sneakers with white laces. She headed down to the gym where the game was being held and met up with the rest of the team.

Peter made it into the stands and sat in the front row because he knew the stadium would be packed shortly. He was right because, within half an hour, the stadium was filled to the brim. There wasn't an empty seat in sight. While the team was stretching and getting ready for the game, Y/N ran over to Peter, holding a hair tie. "Hey, can you do my hair? You always do it better than I do," Y/n asked. He chuckled, taking the hair tie from her hand. She turned around so her hair faced him. He carefully took her hair in his hands and put it into a bun. "There you go!" Peter declared. She turned back to face him. "Thanks, Petey!" Y/N exclaimed as she smiled at him. She went back to go practice with the other girls, and that's when he heard the familiar, distasteful comments.