X-Men imagines and preferences

Quicksilver - Pink Floyd and Ice Cream

Warnings: Light swearing

You two often ended up in his basement, watching a film on one of his many stolen TV's or listening to one of Pink Floyd's many albums. It was a day like this, when you were both laying on the carpet in his basement, intertwined in each other's arms that you knew. You just knew, you loved him. With all your being you loved him.

You were supposed to be babysitting his sister while his mother was out for the night, (not that she didn't trust Peter to do it, she just trusted you more) and after hours of playing 'dress up' and 'princesses' she had finally tired herself out and been put to bed by yourself and Peter. You both ate some dinner his mum had left in the fridge and retreated to the basement, where you were both now lying. 

With Pink Floyd on in the background and you lying in Peter's arms, the longest he'd stayed still in a while, you were very happy.

"You're cute." He suddenly said, glancing down to gauge your reaction.

"You're a pain in the ass." You replied, smiling slightly to yourself.

"Well, in that case, I've never met anyone as annoying." He replied, sarcasm laced in his voice.

"Alright speedy, calm it down, the shade's growing a little too large" you said giggling.

"Oh, I'm sorry are you unable to handle my epic insults"

"No, you klepto, your insults are stupid"

"They are not!" he replied, feigning offence "Your insults are awful, calling someone who is very clearly a kleptomaniac, and proud of it may I add, a kleptomaniac, is anything but an insult, perhaps even a complement..."

"Alright, alright I get it, I lost the insult war, oh how will I ever gain back my title of Best Girlfriend to Ever Live?" you replied, throwing the back of your hand to your head and closing your eyes dramatically.

"I've an idea..." he muttered leaning down to press his lips to yours in a short but sweet kiss that sent shivers down your spine and made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, it was cliché, but it was Peter. You snuggled further into Peter's chest and inhaled his scent, musky and fresh. He squeezed you one final time before slowly sitting up and disappearing. You heard a few noises from upstairs and within seconds (literally) he was back, holding in his arms a tub of ice cream, two spoons and two mugs containing what seemed to be tea.

Smiling you moved up to the couch and sat cross legged waiting for him to sit opposite you.

A/N I wrote this a while ago and just found it, I'm not sure it's finished but it's cute so I thought I'd post it, if you want a part 2 let me know!!