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Happy Thanksgiving
(Peter Maximoff x Reader)

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“Peter, please do not eat so fast you’re going to get sick.” Charles snapped, placing his fork down as he glared at the teen from across the table. “(Y/n) and Hank worked very hard to cook, and having you throw it all up in ten minutes will be an awful way to thank them.”

“Sorry it’s just the first real food I’ve had in months. You would be eating fast too if your diet was only garbage.” Peter told him, his mouth still full of food.

(Y/n) smiled at him. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” She said, pushing food around on her plate. “Should we go around and say what we’re thankful for?”

Charles smiled softly at her, nodding. “That sounds like a lovely idea, (Y/n). May I start?” Everyone around the table nodded, and Charles thought for a moment. “I’m thankful for the fact that I’m not fully paralyzed. I’m thankful that I’ve started this amazing school, and I’m thankful that we took the time from our busy lives to sit down and eat today.”

Hank paused, seeing as it was his turn. “Well, I’m thankful that I’m not blue right now—that’s a huge plus. I’m also thankful that I didn’t burn anything while we were cooking today.” He laughed, smiling at (Y/n). “She kinda helped me with it, so I’m glad I didn’t have to do it alone.”

“I’ll go next because I’m so happy to be here with you guys.” (Y/n) smiled. “I know that Erik couldn’t make it, and I miss him a lot too. But I’m so thankful that you guys let me be here today and help make dinner.”

“(Y/n) we are so glad you could join us, and so happy you wanted to make a dinner. If you didn’t, I think we would have just gotten take-out or something.” Charles smiled, taking a small sip of the wine in front of him.

Peter sighed. “I’m having a really hard time thinking what I’m thankful for. I mean, you guys kinda just let me crash here and that’s sick. I didn’t even think you would invite me to a normal dinner.” He laughed, reaching over to grab the wine before Charles swiped it away from him.

“None for you, you’re not allowed.” He told him. “I don’t want to see you get drunk, that is the last thing we need today.”

Rolling his eyes, Peter nodded. “Whatever you say old man.”

(Y/n) coughed, lightly kicking Peter from under the table. “Why don’t you help me in the kitchen with the plates and then we can get the dessert?” She asked, standing up from the table and grabbing the plates from the table.
“(Y/n) you don’t have to, I could help—“ Hank started before she cut him off.

“You two guys should have a nice time, relax, we’ve got this covered.” She smiled, grabbing the plate from in front of him and walking into the kitchen; Peter hot on her heels with more dishes.

Peter sighed, throwing the dishes in the sink. “Why do we have to do the dishes?” He groaned, picking up the sponge and getting to work on scrubbing.

(Y/n) smiled, walking over with the drying rag. “I never said you had to wash, but I would happily help you dry.”

“Or, you go grab the pie on the counter and start cutting and I can speed through these in about 5 seconds?” He asked, smirking as he watched her set down the cloth on the counter.

By the time she even walked over to get the knife to slice the pie, a gust of wind was all she felt as she knew that he was done with the dishes. “Are you really done already?”

Peter nodded, leaning up against the counter and watching her as she sliced the pie. “Yep. The easy way of doing things right? You used your powers to cook today, did you?”

“I actually cooked the old-fashioned way today. I’ve never really cooked a full meal like this before, and I’m really happy I did.” She said, reaching up and gently drying the tears in her eyes.

The smile on his face disappeared, moving closer to look at her. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, gently resting a hand on her shoulder. “Why are you crying?”

She smiled slightly, shaking her head as she tried to stop crying. “Sorry, I just haven’t had a real Thanksgiving since my parents kicked me out when they found out I was..different. I’ve just really missed this.”

Peter pulled her in for a hug, softly rubbing her back. “It’s okay, I get that. I’m just glad you got to do Thanksgiving right this year.”

“It makes up for the lost time.” She sighed, holding him tighter. “I miss them so much sometimes, but then I remember that they didn’t want me anyway. It’s just so hard to grow up so loved, and then out of nowhere, they just didn’t want me.”

“Don’t think about those jerks, think about what you’re doing right now. You just had one of the most kick-ass Thanksgivings of all time and you made it happen. I love you for it and I think we all do.” He smiled, pulling away from the hug.

(Y/n) blinked, running her hand through her hair. “You, love me for it?” She asked, her eyes drifting back down to the pie she had started cutting; starting to cut more slices as she didn’t want to make eye contact with Peter.

“Well I mean—uh—yeah. You take care of us here, and I think sometimes you take better care of us than we could do without you.” He smiled, pulling the pie away from her. “Why, are you embarrassed?”

“I mean, I guess I kind of am.” She smiled, a soft blush on her cheeks. “It just means a lot coming from you.”

“Me? Why me?” He asked, smirking as he leaned over the counter to look at her. “Do you have a crush on me or something?”

Her face flushed a bright red as she instantly picked up the pie and walked into the dining room. “We got the pie!”

Charles smiled at her, his cheeks flushed as he was drinking. “Lovely, it looks delicious.” He said, setting his glass down as she handed him a slice, then doing the same with Hank.

Peter sighed and entered the dining room. “(Y/n), can you help me with one more thing for a moment?”

She nodded, setting down the pie tin before following him into the kitchen. “What do you need help with?”

He quickly pinned her against the wall, his hands resting on her cheeks as he kissed her. “Happy Thanksgiving, you deserve it.”