#weedlove

you and Peter both grew up as mutants. The only mutants that either of you have ever known of in your small town just outside DC. it doesn’t take an idiot to see that he has the biggest crush on you. One day, you find yourself on your porch locked out after forgetting your keys..he’s quick to help you out..and offer a stress reliever or two.

Warnings: smoking weed, mentions of smoking weed before, making out, grinding, finishing in pants, mentions of a shitty family life, peters a huge dork, use of his powers, reader doesn’t like to use her abilities and hides how she’s a mutant, very- I am not okay with this -based, set in the 70s.

you and Peter have known eachover since you were younger. He moved to town when he was 15 and officially met you when he was 16- you were 17 at the time..

you don’t have..the best relationship with your mom. She had you very young with a man who left her when you were a baby.

It’s usually just you and your younger brother since she’s very often at different bars and other men’s houses and she works a lot, but even that money normally goes to her drinking.

It’s why you had to get a job so young- at 14 -so you can feed both yourself and your brother. She only just has enough money to pay the rent normally and it’s not rare for you to have to chip in.

She’s not a fan of mutants. As in- she hates them. When you found out that you had your powers you hid them from her.

A mutant? In her house? She’d kick you out without a second thought and that wouldn’t be fair on both you and your brother. At this point you practically raised him.

You try to not to use your powers at all. you see your abilities as dangerous and life threatening he sees his as a chance to have fun and do stuff..you’ve seen the mat outside his door- it’s proof enough.

But have been times when your stress has gotten to the best of you and you’ve snapped and a dress of two (or 6) has been knocked down or windows have been smashed and doors blown in..there has been speculation all over town about a hidden mutant.

You’re just lucky enough that most people actually know you and they wouldn’t assume that you could possess powers so dangerous. Most people- the maximoff knew it was you almost immediately. He said so himself a week after an incident or two in the forest.

Peter though? He doesn’t give a fuck. Yes he doesn’t really use his powers in front of others but you know dammed well he uses it much more than you. To steal, play pranks, get out of trouble..he used to use it alot to skip lessons. He’ll speed across town and back then act like he didn’t move an inch. Hell rob and steal and openly win videos games in the arcades by speeding his hands up-

And his mom and sisters support him. Maybe not the..stealing bit, but the mutant part? Yes.

You’re not…friends per se but he moved in a couple of houses down and opposite from you about five year ago. Your one of the few people know who he’s a mutant like yourself- he’s constantly speeding by you and appearing out of nowhere to talk to you.

Peter…is..he’s interesting. He has pretty much no friends- not any you’ve ever seen anyway.

He doesn’t get out much. if you hadn’t seen his super speed for yourself you would have assumed he took on vampirish abilities instead. Even before you both graduated you almost never saw him in school and if you ever did it was in detention.

But he does walk home with you. Every. Single. Day.

It annoyed the shit out of you at first but soon enough he kinda..grew on you?

He doesn’t do much- just talks..and talks and talks- although you assume it’s mostly just nervous yapping. He waves at you when he sees you and smiles like an idiot when you wake back.

peter has always had what many, many, many people in town would call a crush on you. He stumbles over his words when he talks to you and trips over his own feet and rambles on about pointless bullshit just to keep the conversation flowing.

He always uses the lamest excuses to see you. For example, he goes to the cinema you work at just to ask about the movies that are on- only to leave not long after speaking to you.

He always just happens to be at the store at the same time as you and helps you with your bags whenever he can..

Pretty much everyone’s picked up on it. Even you- though you often ignore his terrible flirting and play it off as him being friendly.

It’s not that you aren’t ‘interested’ in him it’s just..it’s Peter. you’re not stupid, you’ve seen how genuinely attractive he is. Even if countless other people don’t.

From what you’ve heard- he’s never been seen with another girl and he’s apparently a ‘total virgin and a half’- coming from a friend of yours. And it doesn’t surprise you.

This morning, you were in a rush. You had spent all night with Issac finishing a very overdue project for school with him meaning you woke up an hour later than you normally do. Which meant you had to get him to school, your mom and you out of the door for work in twenty minutes.

You ended up ten minutes late for work- which led to a fifteen minute lecture from your boss about how important it is to be on time to work along with a warning.

You had spent the entire day dealing with stupid customers who didn’t know what films and snacks they wanted- kids screaming and crying for extra popcorn, you had to kick out about four teens for inappropriate behaviour and you clocked out an hour after you were supposed too- with no extra pay..

On the walk home, it started pouring down with heavy rain. Your hair? Messy. Your clothes? Soaked. Your favourite jacket? Ruined.

It’s safe to say it really wasn’t the best day you’ve ever had.

You’re finally home. You run down the worn path- not even glancing to see if Issac had left out his football on the dry, dead, grass- ignoring the loud creak that comes from each step of the stairs.

You stop at the door and go still when you see the note attached to the letterbox.

‘Issac at a friends I’m at work won’t be back till late. Don’t wait up- mom.’

You sigh softly and go into the right pocket of your jacket to get out your key- empty. Weird. You quickly check your left key..again- empty. Even weirder.

A panic fills you as you frantically check your pants pockets, finding nothing but spare change most people think is a ‘good tip’ and your bus ticket- “nononono-” You squat to the mat and look under it for the spare key- only to find nothing. Issac has probably took it. you reach for the handle and groan when you see its well and truly locked. You quickly go to the living room window and push- locked. Then the kitchen window- locked.

“Fuck!” You whisper as as you stand back up, putting your head against the door, fits clenched by your sides as you try to think..where could you go? What do you do?

There’s no way your going all the way to your moms work- not in this weather. And you’d rather die than ask your loud neighbours for help..

you can practically feel the flu creeping its way into your system.

“H-hey.” hes suddenly leant against the pillar just next to your door, trying and failing to look cool as he looks around. “is er- nobody in?..” he looks to the door hen to you- not a drop of rain on him. He takes in your..rather wet appearance and winces very slightly.

You turn to him, dripping wet. You take in his silver jacket, messy hair and muddy sneakers- his black jeans that fit him very nicely, the goggles that he moved to sit on his head..and you scoff.

“I’m stood out here because I like getting sick.” You say sarcastically, crossing your arms over your chest, rubbing your arms with your hands to try and gain some warmth..

-when you realise that you might have been a little bit mean. “Sorry. My mom’s working late and my brothers at his friends..nobodies in and I forgot my key..so I’m locked out.”

He looks at you for a moment or two, taking in how..soggy you are. He almost admires you for a moment, a softer look on his face.

he looks towards his house just down the street then back to you- “w-well- there’s nobody..at mine?..you could- Y’know wait with me? For awhile? So you’re out of the rain..?” He raises an eyebrow, shifting as the rain starts to get to him too. “Unless someone’s back soon?..”

You know for a fact that peter would never do anything to you..as annoying as he is- he’s a sweetheart and the furthest thing from a jerk…and you can’t stay out here untill god knows when for your mom to get home or the rain to stop.

“I have some..weed?” he swallow- a hopeful look in his eye. “if your..into that.” he breathes out.

You’ve been in his house before. Your brother is friends with his younger sister and you normally go over to pick him up and drop him off. It’s not often you see Peter though- he’s normally in his room. According to his mom anyway.

…

“Fine.” A huge grin appears on his face and his eyebrow shoot up in surprise- “wait, really?”

“Yeah, I’m kinda desperate right now.” You take a small step towards him- and in a blur your suddenly on the maximoffs porch. The sped-on rug at your feet and the number 168 on the glass door.

you can’t tell if his super speed is the worst or best feeling you’ve ever felt in your life- dizziness with a side of relief that your finally going to get out of the cold.

“Jesus-” you close your eyes and hold onto his arm gently, steadying yourself. he brings his hand away from the back of your head and goes into his pocket..

“Sorry..I have to- hold on..or you’ll get whiplash- it’s a whole thing.” You let go of him as he moves to unlock his door for you and opens it, standing to the side to let you in. “And the nausea goes away after awhile.”

He closes the door behind you both and you take the chance to look around. It’s..surprisingly nice. A coat rack with about five jackets on it, wooden floors and pictures on the walls- one of Peter with a dopey grin on his face, his sister stood next to him. They both have cake all over them..

“My 15th. My hair smelt of chocolate for two days after.” He smiles as he puts his jacket on the rack, holding his hand out for yours.

You chuckle and take off your jacket. “It’s cute..that’s- Wanda? Right?” You pass him it and he nods. “Yeah, she moved out a couple of weeks ago. Went to college..” you nod- remembering her telling you about it not long before she left. “Must miss her.” You point out.

“Sometimes..the quiets nice though.” you watch as he puts your jacket next to his and he turns to you, standing awkwardly in the middle of the hallway..

You look around, your lips gently pressing against your lips as you wait for him to make some sort of move to guide you or lead you somewhere..

“Oh!” He walks towards the door at the end of the hallway- “I’ll get you a towel, stay there.” You watch him leave, a small smile on your face..

You hate to admit it- but his dorkiness is kinda endearing. In the most normal way possible.

He comes back with a..silver. It’s silver- “do you not own any colourful things?” You smile as you take the towel, quickly beginning to dry off your hair with it.

He walks towards a door in the middle of the walkway. “I like silver.”

“I can tell. You have silver hair, shoes, jacket, towel..I’m willing to bet anything you have like silver bedsheets or something.” You watch as he opens the door. “Where are you goin’?” You raise an eyebrow- is he taking you to the basement? Is he about to pull a psycho on you?!

“My room. Wanda and Claire got the bedrooms upstairs- which is cool, but the basement is much cooler.”

He walks down the stairs..and after a moment you follow him down, a suspicious look on your face- until you see the absolute wet dream that is Peter maximoffs room.

Ping pong table, countless arcade machines, big double bed, his own couch, posters on the walls, stash full of Twinkies..it’s all a little bit work out- a couple of rips on the couch, a T-shirt or two on the floor- his bed unmade with his sheets all over the place, that lingering smell of weed..but still- very cool.

Your jaw drops further with every step you take.

“This is your room?..” you scoff as you walk past him- ignoring the wet squelch of your shoes as you do.

“Yeah, pretty sick- right?” He moves to sit on his couch, putting his feet up onto the coffee table in front of it- one full of magazines and empty energy drink cans and takeout boxes.

“I mean- a little messy but..cool.” You look towards a certain part of his room- there’s a tall shelf full of vinyls with a little record/vinyl player on its own table next to it- it’s neater than the one he’s propped hit feet on and obviously well taken care off.

You smile as you walk towards the shelf, letting your fingers travel over the outside of them. “You have a lot of records, huh?” You gently flick one to see a pink Floyd album. “You like pink Floyd too-?” You turn and as you do a small gust of wind hits you and Peter is stood up, his hair swishing a little bit.

You look to the coffee table to see it empty- his bed is made and there aren’t any clothes on the floor..he cleaned up.

“Yeah- yeah, I..love pink Floyd.” He says as if he hadn’t done anything- putting his hands on his hips and reaching his body weight on one side of his body as he looks at you..

You smirk. “Same..” you mutter and turn back to his glorious display.

He swallows and looks you up and down- “you’re still wet.” He points out, awkwardly moving to cross his arms over his chest, shifting his weight around.

“No shit..” you flick through a couple of his records- he has a very..interesting music taste. Rush, ABBA, Queen, Blondie, Nirvana, Fleetwood Mac, the Beatles, Radiohead- some Elton John and a lot of Pink Floyd..

“..you want some clothes?..just while your clothes dry- we have a dryer so it’ll be quick- I just- you look uncomfortable and that’s the last thing we want so..”

“You don’t have too-” he shakes his head. “It’s no..problem- I have a lot of clothes anyway.” He wants to smack himself..why is he so dorky?

You smile slightly and look over at him. “Yeah, sure..and while I’m getting changed you could..make us a joint? You did mention weed.” You tease and he nods quickly.

“Yeah, of course- you can pick a song if you want?..I have a couple- as you know..” He walks towards his wardrobe- freaking out. You’re about to be wearing his clothes. In his room. Just the two of you.

You slowly flick through some more vinyls. He somehow has even more than you..you’re beginning to get why he never leaves this place- it’s great.

You settle on a Queen album. You gently take it out of its holder and place it on the slip mat of the player next to you, gently bringing the arm of it over to rest on it and good old fashioned lover boy begins to play through his room.

‘I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things. We can do the tango just for two. I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings, be your Valentino just for you.’

He stops in front of you with some plain black shorts and a faded band shirt. “They’re a couple years old- they’ll probably fit you better than most of the other stuff I have. Wanda took most of her clothes with her..”

‘Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy. What're you doin' tonight? Hey, boy. Set my alarm, turn on my charm. That's because I'm a good old-fashioned loverboy.’

“Thanks.” You take the clothes, looking for somewhere to change-

“Oh- I’ll go- make it upstairs while you- yeah.” He’s gone in a flash. You snort softly but shrug as you walk towards his bed, putting the soft clothes on it and slowly unchanging..the music still plays and you sway your hips and nod your head to the beat.

‘Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat -Grow faster, faster- Oooh, can you feel my love heat? Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love. And tell me how do you feel right after all.’

You put your wet work-shirt and pants on the floor- and you pause..do you take your underwear off?..no- but they’re wet- would it be weird?..passing him- nope, your keeping them on. And your socks.

‘I'd like for you and I to go romancing. Say the word, your wish is my command.’

You quickly pull his shorts on then his shirt, sighing happily at the warmth they give you..

You look towards the stairs to make sure he isn’t there..before you pull the shirt up to your nose and inhale it- you let out a shaky sigh at how much it smells like him.

Since when did Peter smell so good?

‘Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy. What're you doin' tonight? Hey, boy. Write my letter. Feel much better. And use my fancy patter on the telephone.’

“Can I come down?” He calls from the top of the stairs and you quickly let go of the fabric, trying to act natural. “Yeah!” You move to sit on his bed, legs crossed as he walks back down, joint in his hand.

“Hey..” he walks towards you- he almost stops breathing when he sees you wearing his stuff but he tries not to show it, nodding his head slightly in time with the music..

‘When I'm not with you..Think of you always. -I miss those long hot summer nights- When I'm not with you. Think of me always. Love you. Love you.’

“Here.” He passes you the joint and gets a lighter out from his pocket, passing you it as he takes your clothes- speeding away then coming back less than two seconds later.

You smile and take the joint gently, bringing it to your lips as you light it up, inhaling softly and sighing through your nose at the familiar feeling.

‘Hey, boy, where do you get it from? Hey, boy, where did you go? I learned my passion In the good old-fashioned school of loverboys.’

“You’ve done this before then?..” he teases gently, taking the lighter back and putting it on his bedside table.

You snicker. “Once or twice. It’s a good stress reliever.” you take it between two fingers and hold it out to him. He takes it and takes a hit, closing his eyes and falling back onto his bed.

‘Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine -One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock- precisely, I will pay the bill, you taste the wine.’

You grin and fall back with him, your shoulder slightly grazing his.

“Obviously you have too..” you look over at him.

‘Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely. Just take me back to yours that will be fine Come on and get it.’

He turns his head to look at you. “..it helps. With the whole- mutant thing. It’s the only thing that calms me down. Not exactly the healthiest stress relief- but it works..” he passes it back to you and you smile as you take a hit.

“Same..” you blow the smoke out into the air, letting yourself settle into the bedsheets below you.

‘Ooh, love -There he goes again. He's my good old fashioned loverboy- What're you doin' tonight? Hey, boy.’

You pass it back to him and his lets his fingers rest against yours for a couple of seconds before he takes it off of you.

You turn your head and looking at his room for a couple of seconds, taking in the details you missed when you first came in- and your eyebrow raises in surprise when you see a guitar.

‘Everything's all right, just hold on tight. That's because I'm a good old-fashioned (fashioned) loverboy.’

The song ends and you think for a couple of seconds- waiting in silence for the next song to play. “You play electric guitar?” You snort and look at him.

He hums- then looks towards the guitar then to you. “Yeah. You don’t think all I do down here is get high and eat, right?” He gives you a big, dopey, smile.

…did Peter just get hotter?

“That’s really cool. You’ve been holding out on me.” You joke and nudge him with your shoulder.

His cheeks flush slightly- taking another hit. “It didn’t take long to learn..it may not seem like it, but I’m actually pretty smart.” He whispers playfully, blowing the smoke into the air like you did.

“Probably the whole- being super fast thing.” You smirk. “makes you naturally fast at everything else..not to boost your ego or anything.”

He grins. “Don’t worry..ego not boosted.”

Somebody to love starts to play and you look towards the record player.

‘Can anybody find me somebody to love?’

“I like this one..” you can feel the effects of the weed starting to kick in and it makes a dopey smile that matches peters appear on your face. You both look at eachover for a couple of seconds..before you simultaneously burst out laughing.

It only takes about twenty more minutes until your both, truly, high as kites.

Creep by Radiohead of all things plays in the background of your laughs and giggles…as sad as the song is, it’s oddly..romantic?..Your hair is only half-damp now and you’re fully relaxed in peters clothes, on peters bed..how did your life get to this point?..

‘You float like a feather In a beautiful world’

“Okay- ok..” you turn to him. “I need to ask this- because- I heard from a friend..of a friend- that- your still a virgin?” You whisper-shout, your cheeks flushed pink. You have your elbow propped up on his bed, your head in your hand.

‘I wish I was special..You're so fucking special.’

His cheeks go pink and he giggles- “yeah..I am.” He laughs and turns to you- copying your pose. “Nobody in this town wants to kiss a mutant- never-mind fuck one…never-mind me.”

‘But I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo.cWhat the hell am I doing here?’

“Well they’re idiots then.” You scoff. “You’re hot, dude..like- really.”

‘I don't belong here’

He laughs. “You?- you find me hot?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You whisper. “I always have.” You smile and lean slightly closer to him. “I think the whole..thing you’ve got going on- is really..really hot.”

‘I don't care if it hurts. I want to have control.”

“I..think you’re hot too..” he whispers back.

“I know.” You laugh. “Everyone knows.” You mean slightly closer to him, he can feel the warmth of hour breath against his lips and it’s driving him crazy..

‘I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul.’

“Fair enough..I er- I don’t do much to hide it.” He sighs..“I’m really into you.”

‘I want you to notice. When I'm not around.’

You smile and bring one hand to his hair, pushing some of it out of his face.

“I’m pretty sure..I’m totally into you too..” you admit, slowly running your hand through his soft, silver locks.

‘You're so fucking special. I wish I was special.’

He glances down to your lips..he’s suddenly a whole lot more confident than normal. “Can I kiss you?..”

‘But I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo.’

he whispers, a pleading look on his face- he’s desperate for it. He’s been wanting this since he was 16- hes been yearning you for almost five years now..this is possibly his only chance to make some sort of move.

‘What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.’

…“if you want too.” You whisper back, looking over his face intently..

‘Oh, oh’

“I..really, really want too.” He slowly leans in- giving you a good chance to back out if you want too.

‘She's running out again. She's running out. She run, run, run, run. Run.’

When you don’t lean back- and instead lean in a touch he leans closer and gently presses his lips to yours..the music evaporates for him the second you kiss him back, your hand moving to hold onto the curve of his neck- he whines softly as his hand automatically goes to your hip.

You feel a wave of heat shoot between your legs at just the feeling of him.

You lean closer, letting your bodies press together as you kiss him harder, loosing yourself in the kiss..you move so he’s on his back and you move to straddle him, keeping yourself as close as possible to him..

He moans the second your seated on his lap- his hands wrapping around you waist to pull you even closer to him. Fuck that moan was hot..

You let your instincts take over and you gently grind down against him, gasping softly when you feel him already half-hard beneath you. It feels so good- every movement against his jeans sends a jolt to your clit..“fuck, Pete..” you practically whimper against his lips, your eyes glossy with pleasure.

He jerks up against you, closing his eyes as he puts his head on your chest. He moans when you do it again, this time picking up a slow and steady pace. You tilt your head back slightly, looking down at him as you move faster- more eager.

He lets out a small gasp as his hips begin to quicken his pace under you, his mouth opening- “shit- you’re so fucking beautiful.” He blurts out, his eyebrows furrow as he tilts his head back- “you’re so pretty it’s weird-” he hands grip onto your thighs, hard enough to definitely leave marks. You can feel that tight knot inside you begin to slowly loosen- and from something so small..“Peter-”

When did Peter get so hot?! Genuinely- seeing him all hot and bothered for you- it’s doing something to you..like, really- really doing something, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer with every whine, whimper and gasp that escapes his lips.

You move your hands to rest on his chest, tugging and holding onto his shirt to attempt to ground yourself- “oh Peter-”

he whimpers at his name leaving your mouth, his hips twitching and eagerly moving against yours. “Oh- oh god I’m sorry m’ close- so close-” he pants against you- you can feel how hard he is and how obviously desperate he is and you nod quickly- “me too- fuck, me too-” you mutter, your thighs tensing against his.

“Oh-” he holds tighter onto you as he releases- right in his pants. His mouth opens in a moan and his hips rock more firmly-

You gasp and breathe heavily against him as you hit your clit one last time- “shit- hm!” You move at the perfect speed and hit the perfect angle- and that knot breaks loose, your hands stilling on his chest..“fuck.” You pant.

You look down between you to see a small dark stain on his jeans and a matching one on the shorts..

You move off of him and lie down relaxing once again in the bed. He follows suit and lets his back meet his sheets, panting and cheeks flushed..you let the tension in the air settle..and you both begin to slowly realise what’s just happened..

Fuck. You just..did that! with Peter Maximoff!

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