Mistletoe Peter X Reader

Mistletoe
Peter Maximoff x Reader
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"Would you stop running around and help me already?" (Y/n) asked the other teen as she held the large box containing all the Christmas decorations

"You seem like you got a hand on it." Peter smirked as he stopped in front of her. "Fine, I'll help." He said as he ripped the box from her hands

She smiled slightly and grabbed one of the smaller boxes. "Hank already got the tree, and we're just decorating that right now."

Peter put the box down by the large tree and smiled at her. "What, is Charles going to put the star on top?" He asked her, breaking down in laughter.

"It's not nice to laugh at him. You were the one that knocked him down the hill the other day." She sighed as she opened up the box. "Poor man can't walk and you push him down a hill."

"The hill was all ice, he was going down anyway." Peter grumbled as he pulled stuff out of the boxes. "Crap, I think we left some more boxes, because this one just has outside lights."

The two got up, going back into the closet, Peter stopping (Y/n) before they walked out. "What?" She asked him, holding the box in her hand.

He smirked, glancing above them. There, a small little thing of mistletoe was hung. "You know what that means."

"You put that there! Didn't you?" (Y/n) yelled, storming out of the closet.

"Hey, if you don't kiss me, you're breaking the rules of Christmas!" Peter said to her as he followed her. "Come on, it's only one kiss."

She shook her head, biting her lip. "You're impossible! I don't know why they made me help you with this."

Peter sighed deeply. "Charles thinks you'll make me a better person, and I wanted to give you your gift early." He left for a quick second and came back with a small box.

(Y/n) slowly took it from him, opening it carefully. "It's a necklace."

"A locket. There's a picture of us in there on the day we started our class." He told her, blushing softly. "I was gonna wait and give it to you, but I was so excited to give it to you."

She smiled softly, putting it on. "Thank you Peter, it means a lot to me. But next time, if you want me to kiss you, you shouldn't be so rude."

Peter smirked. "I didn't think I was being rude. I thought you were being pretty rude."

"I was never rude." She rolled her eyes, smiling softly at him. "It's just my character."

"You're character is the worst." He groaned, walking closer to her and gently resting his hands on her hips. "Now, how about that kiss?"

"Keep in mind, this is your Christmas present." She told him with a smile.

He leaned down and gently kissed her, pulling away with a smile. "Merry Christmas."

"And happy Holidays."