Congrats on 100! Could I request peter maximoff x reader where the reader does the typical 9-5 along with being an x-man and they're super stressed so peter comforts them?
Thank you! 💝 I'll write this as a sort of hybrid headcannon, imagine, text kind of thing since I'm quite busy hehe.
(N/n): nickname, but if you would rather your actual name then just imagine it says (Y/n) hehe
Working 9-5 as an X-Man // Peter Maximoff x Reader:
When you're on the job, you're completely fine. You thrive when you've got a task to complete.
But as soon as you come home - you're exhausted to the max.
You don't mean to, but you ignore everyone around you when you finish work. All you want is some fluffy socks and a nap.
Peter always means well, but his enthusiasm to hang out can become a lot when you're exhausted.
You flung off your shoes, slumped onto your bed, and let out a prolonged sigh, soaking up the moment of rest. Your thoughts drifted away as you felt your breath become calm. That was, until you heard a knock on your bedroom door.
"Come in." you groaned slightly, hoisting yourself up and turning to face the door. You had a feeling you knew who it was, and your suspicions were confirmed when a blur of silver appeared in front of you.
"Hey there (N/n)," Peter grinned and stood at the foot of your bed, "You should've told me you were home, I was thinking we could go see a movie, or check out that new Walmart that opened up in town-" he started to ramble, and unbeknownst to you, your smile began to fade at the thought of going out right now. He paused mid-sentence, noticing your lack-luster response.
"Oooorrrr..." Peter trailed off, trying to think of something else, "Maybe you could just get some sleep?" he suggested, causing you to give him a soft smile. He was always eager to spend time with you, but you loved it when he would know just what to say.
"I'm sorry Peter, we can check out the Walmart some other time." you stood up and gave him a peck on the cheek. The speedster held your hand and started fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly while he chatted.
"Nah, it's ok. You definitely need your rest for the mission tonight anyway." he added, causing your face to flush and your head to lighten.
"The mission..." you breathed out, suddenly remembering.
You're mostly able to mentally prepare yourself for missions, but sometimes your schedule is so busy that you forget they're even happening.
Peter was always a ball of energy, even when he was being lazy, he was being lazy energetically - so he had to learn how to respond when you were simply to tired for things.
"That sounds like you forgot..." he grimaced slightly, as he saw the stress contort your features. You gave him a slight nod, placing a hand over your face in annoyance. You sat down on the end of your bed heavily and sighed. He sat down beside you and just allowed you to think for a moment.
"Ok. I just have to get as much sleep as I can and then I'll get ready for the mission." you decided, grabbing a pillow and preparing yourself for the speediest nap of the century.
Peter would always try and make things go your way as much as mutantly (get it? humanly? mutantly?...) possible. This means telling lots of white lies and making excuses while you sit things out to rest.
Sometimes you object, since you're not always knocked out tired from work. But sometimes you do enjoy the opportunity to sit out a mission or two.
"You know what? No you're not." Peter protested, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion. "You're sick tonight." he stated casually.
"But I'm not 'sick'..." you tilted your head, unsure of what he was talking about.
"Yeah you are, I'm gonna tell the professor you are and you're gonna stay here and chill out - and that's that." he ordered, standing up and placing a blanket over your knees.
"But the mission, I can't just miss it - and Xavier will know if you're lying, it's kind of his thing." you argued back, despite your desire to just cuddle up and sleep for the evening.
"It's just some stupid 'protect political figure incase they're assassinated' mission, you won't miss much." Peter explained, "Plus I can bring you some raw chicken or something, give you food poisoning so you're sick for real." he added, half joking, but knowing Peter, he probably would be up for that.
He would always want to hear about how your day went as well, as soon as you were willing to talk about it. If you were too tired to chat, he'd just always say "don't forget to remember to tell me about all your work stuff." and then leave a snack beside your bed, before letting you rest.
"Oh, and don't forget to remember to tell all about your work stuff, (N/n)." Peter placed a cookie (that he stole from a student's home economics class) on your bedside table. You nodded from beneath the covers and gave him a sweet smile, before taking his hand in yours.
"You're a babe, Maximoff." you teased, half asleep.
"The babiest of them all." he quipped back, "Now go asleep." Peter added before zooming out of the room and switching the light off.
He truly is the babiest of them all, and he's your babe.
I hope you liked this! I'm sorry if it wasn't what you wanted, but I had fun writing it either way 💝💝
