X-Men imagines and preferences

Quicksilver - Pink Floyd and Ice Cream Part 2

He smiled at you from across the couch and passed you a spoon. Grinning you thanked him and opened the tub of ice cream. Suddenly he spoke, softly in a voice you hadn't heard much before, "You're really beautiful you know that. And I know I don't tell you enough, I just thought I should now. While I was thinking it"

You blushed and looked at your hands "Are you sure you're not talking about the ice cream?" you joked.

"Absolutely certain" he replied with a grin.

You met his eyes and leant in for a kiss, a short but sweet kiss that was filled with love and then he was gone. A gust of wind and he'd disappeared. You laughed to yourself and looked around and sure enough there he was, you could feel him moving in the air. You concentrated and stopped the air around his movement and there he was, by the video tapes, paused mid-shuffle.

"I forget you can do that, what are you doing?"

"Looking for a video, I recorded (Your Favourite Film) the other day and I thought we could watch it?"

"Alright fine, just tell me when you're gonna move next time, k?" you laughed to yourself.

"mkay" he muttered, more to himself than you.

You sat, content, and closed your eyes as you heard him move at a normal speed behind you until; "Found it!" he exclaimed triumphantly, and then he was next to you and the film was starting. You sighed and leant into him as the titles played. These were the moments you knew that even if his life moves faster than yours most of the time there was no way he was leaving you behind, even if it meant he'd pause his day just to record your favourite film. It was little moments like this. It was sweet, it was peter, and it was yours. This moment was yours. You pressed your nose into his neck and closed your eyes.

"Babe, you're missing the film" he said softly, feigning annoyance although you could hear the smile in his voice"

Grunting in protest you turned your head towards the TV and began to pay attention to the movie you'd seen so many times before. And there you two sat, content in each other's arms. And there you could've sat for the rest of your life and for you it would have been a life well spent. And there you would've sat, if it weren't for the faint "Peter? Y/N?" that came from upstairs.

A/N: so I finished it! At like midnight last night, just some more fluffy stuff, not much of a conclusion but not much plot either so there you go! Hope you enjoy, feel free to comment your thoughts or request anything! Thanks for reading x