#pietro x yn

[acciopietro]

Ok so I just read your “Bad Idea” smut and it was amazing! Can you do one where the roles are reversed? Like y/n has the sex pollen infect her?

combining with request #2: Hey 🧍🏻‍♀️ this is my first time ever requesting smut so- I feel super awkward 😅, I was wondering if you could write Pietro maximoff eating (fem?) reader out on a couch (or gn reader, anything you want :)

a week’s isolation - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader

summary: the strange plant thor brought to earth from asgard is housed in the lab on the upmost floor of the compound, it’s pollen safely contained; your room, however, is right below it. too bad they forgot to seal the vents.

word count: 3,878

tw: smut smut smut. oral (f receiving). apologizing in advance. both parties are 18+ and consenting adults!!!!

a/n: takes place in between the age of ultron/civil war era. pietro and wanda are adults but still young! i haven’t written smut in such a long time so forgive me for the long time it took to get this posted. i get embarrassed when writing shit like this so it takes me twice as long since after every word i have to close my computer and take a lap around my room. hope u enjoy :)

“DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?” FINISHED BANNER as he stood before the team, his face flushed and his eyes wide. Pietro had been half-listening for the first portion of the man’s speech, but at the sound of the words “highly dangerous” and “do not go near it”, his interest had been inevitably piqued.

Pietro fiddled with the string bracelet on his wrist, eyes drifting across the long, meeting table. You were sat next to the head of the table, hair daintily curved along the edges of your face, hands folded on the edge of the table, lips pressed together in thought. He blinked before he could get too lost in you; it had happened before and he didn’t feel like getting caught staring again.

A chorus of yes’s and head nods washed over the team, followed by a short moment of awkward silence as they individually considered the strangeness of the situation that was now in their midst. Pietro sent a tired glance to Wanda, who rolled her eyes and mouthed Pay attention!

“I need you all to seriously recognize the dangers this plant might cause,” Banner went on after the group gave their half-assed acknowledgements of their understanding. “Thor brought this here on accident, and it is only he and other Asgardians that are immune to it. We’re only trying to find a proper, safe way of disposing it, maybe even using a way to harness it’s pollen without... well, killing ourselves.”

“Why can’t Thor just bring it back up to Asgard?” Barton asked, scratching his chin. Shifting in his chair, he said, “I feel like that should be discussed.”

“The issue with that, Barton, is that it’s pollen has already begun to cling onto other things. Our plants, here on Earth, need some kind of vector to move their pollen from place to place, like insects or wind. On Asgard, or at least with this plant, it’s very different,” Banner explained. “The pollen acts almost like a virus, one that clings onto surfaces and grows. We don’t know how to kill this virus, so it’s harder to manage than normal pollen.”

Pietro watched you raise your hand; always so quiet, so polite, you were. It was endearing, he thought, watching you always behave so accordingly. The only time he ever saw you lose yourself was in the heat of a fight, when fists would fly and guns were drawn. It was a treat to see you in such a state, a rarity.

“Y/N? You have a question?”

“The pollen isn’t spreading into the compound, is it?” you asked carefully, something in your voice telling Pietro you were nervous. “Should I be worried?”

“No, we’ve done our very best to contain it,” Banner reassured you; Pietro watched your shoulders deflate. “As long as you all stay away from the lab, you’ll be just fine. And anyone who enters the lab will need to wear facial coverings. I’d even go as far as to say we should invest in more hazmat suits.”

“It’s not that extreme, is it?” Steve Rogers asked in disbelief. “I mean, hazmat suits? C’mon, Banner, what’s the big fuss?”

“The big fuss?” Banner gave a dry scoff. “The big fuss, Cap, is that if you’re exposed to the pollen, it’ll make your mind go into such a sex-driven frenzy that you’ll lose touch with goddamn reality! Do you want that? Because I seriously doubt you want that!”

A wave of silence washed over the room. Steve pressed his lips in a thin line, his nose dusted pink, and said nothing in response, only slowly shaking his head.

“We get it,” Natasha Romanoff spoke up after everyone spent a moment of clearing their throats and adjusting their chairs. “Stay away from big, scary plant.”

Bruce opened his mouth to keep going, but Tony Stark placed a hand on his shoulder.

“They get it,” Stark said. “We’ll change the password to the lab, anyways. J.A.R.V.I.S. will make sure no one goes in.”

All the members fizzled off, going their separate ways. Banner, Stark, and Thor ventured up towards the lab, the latter the only one not donned in a white hazmat suit. Wanda scooted her chair closer to yours, nudging your shoulder.

“Interesting, huh?” she commented. “Wonder what they do with them in Asgard.”

“S’probably like a drug,” Pietro chimed in, dragging his chair towards the two girls’ and sitting backwards on it, legs spread, hands dangling on the back of the chair. You crossed your legs, one folded gingerly over the other, the glossy black toe of your Mary Janes brushing his knee. “No doubt they get a shit ton of that pollen stuff and sell it.”

“I thought Asgardians were immune to it?” you said. Pietro paused.

“Well, maybe if they take a lot of it, it’s like that weird stuff you Americans have. Viagra. Helps it stay up, you know,” Pietro joked, to which Wanda whacked him on the shoulder. “What? Just a hypothesis.”

“Don’t be so crude,” Wanda chastised him. You giggled, the apples of your cheeks rose dusted. Pietro’s lips curled up at your reaction; you glanced over at him, matching his smile, before glancing back down at your lap. “Let’s just stay away from the lab for next few weeks or so. Play it safe.”

“I wanna see it,” Pietro ran a hand through the icy blonde tips of his hair. Your eyes widened a bit. “I’m curious now, y’know? I mean, what’s a sex plant supposed to even look like?”

“Curiosity killed the cat, Pietro,” you told him carefully, the sound of his name rolling so easily off your tongue that he almost felt goosebumps trail up his forearms. He smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“But satisfaction brought it back,” he finished the quote for you, raising an eyebrow. Your lips twitched, shaking your head a bit and looking away from him. Wanda rolled her eyes, patting you twice on the knee before standing up, strawberry-blonde hair tucked behind her ears.

“I’m going to find Vis,” she announced, the leather of her red jacket swishing against her waist. “I’m tired of this plant talk.”

“Your loss,” Pietro called after her as she walked off. She turned around and stuck her tongue out childishly before lifting a single hand; with a swirl of red light, the door slammed shut behind her. Glancing back at you, Pietro grinned. “You can’t tell me you’re not just the tiniest bit curious.”

“Of course I’m curious,” you told him, leaning forward a bit in excitement as you shifted around; the scoop neck of your black tee sat low on your chest as you moved, and he fought to keep his sights on your eyes. “But, it’s not worth the risk. Not in my opinion, at least.”

“Yeah, well,” Pietro shrugged. “Maybe I’ll grab ahold of one of those hazmat suits and head in there myself. Just to take a look.”

You sent him a look and sighed, “Just don’t be stupid.”

Pietro gave a toothy grin. “Oh, Y/N. When have I ever been stupid?”

---

THE NEXT MORNING, PIETRO WAS bewildered to see you absent from the kitchen. Typically, you’d wake up way before he did, and he’d find you sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea or coffee and a book, silently reading. Vision sometimes would join you, or on certain days when Peter Parker would come round, Pietro would find you chatting away with him at the table. This specific morning, however, you were not there. Vision was sitting on his own, a copy of Henry David Thoreau’s Walden in front of him; a cold cup of coffee was sat in front of the empty chair.

“Buna dimineata,” Vision greeted in Sokovian, not looking up from his book. Pietro rubbed the sleep from his pale eyes and glanced at Y/N’s empty chair. “I presume you are curious as to where Y/N is.”

“Where is she?” Pietro asked, retying the white strings of his plaid blue and silver pajama pants. Vision glanced up at the cold cup of coffee, staring at it until it lifted into the air and carried itself towards the sink, dumping itself out and sitting on the chrome interior of the sink.

“I poured that for her, but she had yet to arrive,” Vision explained. Pietro furrowed his brows, crossing his arms over his chest where the white tank top he wore to sleep was wrinkled up. “I sought for Captain Rogers and he revealed to me that she’s been quarantined to her room.”

“Quarantined?” Pietro repeated, the word sounding uncomfortable on his tongue. He cursed under his breath before tentatively asking, “What for?”

Vision closed Walden and set it down on the table, letting out a simple breath and shifting his eyes to meet Pietro’s.

“It seems that the laboratory and Y/N’s room share an air vent,” he said. Pietro said nothing, not following. Vision stood up, tucking the chair back under the table and holding Walden with one hand. “They sealed off that mysterious plant, however they seem to have forgotten the air vent underneath the desk it’s planted on. That air vent just so happened to empty into Y/N’s room.”

“The pollen,” Pietro pinched the bridge of his nose. “O, la naiba...”

“So it’s just wise, according to Banner, that she is confined to her room,” Vision gave Pietro look, bowing his head forward as though he knew something he wasn’t supposed to. “Which means you must leave her alone until she has recovered.”

Pietro let out a sigh before moving his eyes away from version, clenching his jaw and thinking; maybe there was a way he could get into your room without getting infected by the pollen himself, even if it was just to talk with you. The idea of you being all cooped up there by yourself made his heart clench, but he also couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the effects the pollen was having on you. 

“Pietro,” Vision said, and Pietro met his eyes. “Do not try and see her. We don’t know how much pollen is still in that room.”

Pietro rolled his eyes and left the room, not letting Vision interrupt his brainstorming. Banner had been extreme in his warnings about the effects, but how sexually-frustrated could the damn thing make a person? Besides, you were tough. He was sure it wasn’t too bad.

And it wasn’t. But after a week, he started getting anxious. Your room was entirely off limits, the only people going in out being Banner, to asses the situation, and Steve Rogers, to talk to you. You had always been close with Rogers, however, Pietro wished Banner could lend him one of those masks so he could see you. 

One evening, Pietro couldn’t sleep. The more he laid in bed, pale eyes staring blankly at the white ceiling, the more he thought about you, cooped up in your room and probably in an unimaginable amount of pain. It had been a week and change already, and this isolation was sure to be driving you mad. He swung his legs around so he was now sitting on the edge of his bed, and he paused. 

Maybe this is a bad idea, he thought to himself as his legs carried him towards his door, Like, a really bad idea. He hand was still clasping over the doorknob and twisting, despite that little voice in the back of his head asking if this idea of his could potentially end badly.... or, he could end up helping you out. He couldn’t imagine being isolated for so long.

By the time he reached the outside of your bedroom, he paused, his knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitating to knock. He could hear you from outside, moaning and groaning in pain. His heart ached and he knocked.

The moaning stopped and Pietro gulped. “Hey, dragă...”

“Pietro?” you asked from inside. “You shouldn’t...” you paused, and he heard the sound of your bedsheets rustling. “You shouldn’t be near here...”

“I know,” he said. “But I wanted to see you.”

“Banner says it might be contagious,” you replied sadly. He could hear you frown. “I don’t want you to catch it.”

“It’s been over a week,” Pietro rolled his eyes. “I doubt it’s still airborne. Most viruses don’t last in the air for that long.”

“I guess,” you fell silent. More rustling. Pietro sighed and put his hand over the door knob. Taking a deep breath, he twisting and opened it.

You were a sight to see, that’s for sure. Half your body was covered by the white comforter, and the parts of you that weren’t were clad in a small tank top and small pajama shorts. The ceiling fan was on top speed, and there were two other fans propped up in the room, each pointing towards the bed. 

Your face was a bright red, same with your chest, and your hair was pulled back into a low ponytail to keep it out of your face. But your eyes, that had previously been half-lidded, widened considerably when you saw Pietro open the door before you threw the entire blanket over yourself.

“You can’t be in here!” you shrilled. “You’ll catch it!”

You felt a hand grasp onto the blanket, slowly pulling it down and off of you. Pietro, his hair tousled by his hand and his lips curved into a gentle smile, let out a small laugh.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m, like, superhuman. I think I’ll be okay. Let’s go get some water.”

You hesitated, letting him slide the blanket off you. You clenched your jaw, cheeks flushing scarlet as your eyes raked him up and down; he was clad in a thin white tank top that was maybe a size too small, and white-and-blue pajama pants that hung low on his waist. Taking a deep breath, you swung your legs over the bed and got to your feet.

You walked behind him, scared to get too close. Pietro could see your hesitation to the leave the room, as well as your hesitation to touch anything. 

“C’mon, dragă,” Pietro laughed at you. “It’s okay. I feel fine. You’re not going to get me sick.”

“We don’t know that,” you took another heavy breath, keeping your eyes off of him. The flushing of your face made it hard to breathe and the twisting in your lower abdomen was making your head whirl. The muscles of his back flexing every five seconds as he reached up in the cabinets for a cup was not helping. You gulped. “I need to sit down...”

“All right,” Pietro glanced back at you, holding the two cups of ice water. “You okay?”

“None of the medicines work,” you mumbled, hesitantly taking the from him. He sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, staring at you. You felt your neck get hotter and glancing down at your lap. “I just gets worse.”

“What does?” Pietro asked curiously. “What’s the issue? Nauseous? Headache?”

“Erm,” you took a shaky breath and squeezed your legs together. “Hard to explain. The plant, the one from Asgard that did this... it’s... it’s kind of odd...”

Pietro raised a brow. You had a death grip on both your cup and the couch cushion. Face beet red, you took a sip from your trembling hand, avoiding his inquisitive stare.

“How so?” Pietro asked.

“I don’t really know,” you mumbled. “Banner said it’s got these, like... coitus pheromones? I don’t really know what that word means, but he refuses to elaborate.”

It was Pietro’s turn to feel his cheeks grow hot. The word was the same in Sokovian, and he knew it was a fancy term for sex, but he was shocked that you didn’t know. You were supposed to be the smart one.

“Y/N... you don’t remember what it means?” he asked carefully. You shook your head.

“Do you?” you asked, finally meeting his eyes for the first time in a few minutes. Pietro bit the inside of his cheek. No wonder you were gripping the couch like a lifeline. This whole time, he had assumed you were moaning and groaning because of pain. His chest felt hot. “What’s it mean?”

“It means sex, Y/N,” he told you slowly. “If Banner says it’s got “coitus pheromones”, that means it’s like... it really is like alien viagra. Like I had joked about before…”

He saw your eyes grow wide, your chest beginning to rise and fall with greater speed. You averted your eyes away from him in almost an instant, pressing your lips together in a thin line and shrinking back as though to pretend he were not there.

“Great,” you mumbled. Pietro shrugged.

“S’not like you didn’t know what it did,” he said honestly. “You’ve been feeling like this for more than a week, you’ve had to have some idea. Probably driving you up a wall, huh?”

You gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah.”

Pietro stared at you, watching the rise and fall of your chest. “I could help you. If you wanted me to.”

You gave him a very odd look, brows furrowing just a bit. The air felt warmer, as though someone had turned off the A/C. “What?”

“You heard me,” Pietro muttered, and now it was his turn to shrink back, his back hunching. “Only if you want...”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you mumbled. Pietro pursed his lips. 

“You’re not,” Pietro said simply. “I’m asking you if you want me to help you.”

“I...” you bit the inside of your cheek, and he watched you take a deep, steady breath. “Of course I want you to.”

“Well...” Pietro trailed off, staring at you, awaiting your word. His knees were practically touching yours, the head radiating off of him making you grip the couch tighter.

“Well, what?” you asked. His hand left where it had previously rested on his lap and latched onto your knee, sliding upwards at a snail’s pace.

“Can I?” he asked softly. “Help you?”

You glanced down at where his hand rested on your thigh. Back up at his eyes. Jesus christ.

“Yes.”

You could’ve sworn you saw his lips twitch upwards, a half-smirk half-smile fighting to curl onto his face. You didn’t bother dwelling on it, though, considering you were too focused on the fact that his other hand was on your other thigh, his hands sliding up and down your leg leisurely before coming back down onto your knees.

He pushed your knees apart, his calloused fingers digging into your bare skin, pale blue eyes never leaving yours. You took another shaky breath, swallowing anxiously. He lowered himself off of the coffee table he had been sitting on, kneeling in between your knees. His fingers crawled up to the fabric of your pajama shorts, tugging on the hem.

“Y’know these gotta go, right?” he asked rhetorically. 

“Mmhm,” you gulped and did nothing for a second, but as he continued to tug on them, you took the top elastic and pulled it down until it reached his hands. He did the rest of the work, discarding them beside where he knelt.

Your underwear was a light blue, which just so happened to be Pietro’s favorite color (this was a coincidence, you swear). He hummed in approval and spread your knees apart wider. His eyes darted down, spotting the darkened patch of fabric right over her sex. He gave a smirk and snapped his eyes back up to yours again.

Saying nothing, he brought his hand closer to you, running his index finger up and down the darkened fabric. You shuddered. He was barely putting pressure on you, but it seemed the pollen was making even the slightest touch feel a million times more intense than it was.

“These also have to go. As much as I like ‘em,” he said, tugging on the azure fabric of your panties. You felt yourself smile a bit. 

“Okay,” you rolled your eyes, but grabbed the hem and pulled down down. Pietro grabbed them off of your ankles, and lifted them up in front of his eyes.

“Can I keep these?” he asked. You kicked him with your foot.

“Creep,” you said. He chuckled and put them on top fo your discarded pajama shorts. “Can you please just...”

“Just do what?”

You huffed and mumbled something unintelligible. He pressed his thumb to your clit rather harshly, moving in small, quick circles.

“What was that?” He asked as you gasped, hands grappling at the edge of the sofa. “What do you want?”

“Everything,” you breathed, your stomach fluttering. Pietro hummed.

“Well, I don’t have time to give you everything, but I can give you a... what do you call it? A taste?"

And then, before she could say anything more, he dove forward and pressed a kiss to your clit, eliciting another gasp from you. He skillfully traced his tongue up and down the length of your slit before returning to your clit, where he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked. You slithered a hand down to tangle in his hair, grasping at the white-blonde locks.

“Christ, Piet,” you breathed. You felt him smile before he lifted his mouth up for a second, licking his lips. Locking eyes with you, he brought himself back down to trace circles around your entrance with his tongue. Without a second to waste, he brought his hand up and plunged his index finger inside, pulling it out to only shove it back in over and over again.

Your head fell back onto the cushion of the couch, back arching, one hand grappling at the back of its foundations while the other grasped onto Pietro’s hair. Pietro’s eyes flickered back and forth between your half-lidded eyes and the finger that was moving in and out of you, and with a rush of adrenaline, he shoved his middle finger inside, too.

Curling his fingers, he brought his mouth to your clit. “Close, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” was all you could find words for, the combination between his fingers and his mouth making your vision go blurry and your mind go blank. “Uh-huh.”

“C’mon, dragă,” he coaxed, his words slightly muffled by his lips being pressed to your clit. “Give it to me.”

Back arching, the coil inside of your lower abdomen finally began to unravel at high speed, body spasming over his long fingers as pretty moans slipped from between your lips. Pietro was grinning as he sucked at your cunt, feeling your velvet walls tighten around his fingers as you orgasmed.

When the noises from you ceased, and your breathing began to slow, he pulled his fingers out and sat upright. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and just as they locked, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. You shivered.

“Feel better?” he asked casually. You paused.

“Yeah,” you said in shock. “I actually do.”

“Told you,” he smirked. You smiled at him.

“Thanks.”

“Of course,” he replied, getting off his knees and sitting beside you, handing you your underwear and shorts. “Would’ve done it even without the pollen, y’know.”

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow. He gave a firm nod. “I’ll have to take you up on that, then.”

--

translation:

“Buna dimineata.” - Good morning

“O, la naiba.” - Oh, damn it.

“Dragă.” - Darling, Sweetheart, Love

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a/n: this is painfully unedited im sorry. 

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[imtryingbuck]

Regrets

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader

Summary: you and Wanda were best friends until she left you in the Hydra base.

Word count: 963

Warnings: abuse. death (starvation). no happy ending.

Masterlist

Today is the anniversary of escaping Hydra for Wanda, it should have been a happier time since it meant that she was no longer in the clutches of those that used and abused her, but everyday she was plagued by the constant memory of what she had done that day, and just like everyday the last words you ever spoke to her play on her mind, day in and day out.

"You were my family.”

The way your voice cracked broke her heart, she remembers the way you stuttered as you willed yourself to look at her through the thick glass window, the way you turned around and dropped your head along with your shoulders in defeat as you moved further into the room, into the darkness.

Leaving you in the Hydra base wasn’t something she wanted to do, she wanted the life you both had planned and dreamed about with each other. However, Wanda was selfish as she walked past your cell door, you clocking her straight away and begging for her to let you out, but all she said was she needed to find her brother. You told her you would help her, she told you just to wait and she’ll come back to you.

You knew, you knew she wasn’t coming back for you and you accepted it. She didn’t have any obligation to do anything for you but you still begged anyway, thinking-hoping that everything you two had planned together would become a reality.

But she left, left you alone scared and confused for what what’s happening and what was to come. 

It wasn’t until Wanda was safe up high in the sky that it dawned on her that she had left you behind.

Every night since being at the tower she sits on the soft fluffy carpet in her room and talks softly to herself through the a hole she had made in the wall. 

Every night she’s cries when you don’t reply. The realisation that you’re not there, safe just the same as she is hits her hard. Every time.

As the years passed she thought of you daily, hoping that you were safe, hoping that you was with Pietro and causing mischief wherever you two were.

She tried to justify what she had done not like it made any difference. She tried to live her life like she thought you hoped she would, but it didn’t make it any easier as you weren’t by her side.

The only people that knew what she had done was her, you and Pietro and since you and her brother were no longer here, it made it easier for Wanda to suffer in silence.

Though Wanda did smile and laugh more there was always times where the Avengers - her found family - would notice her smile or laughter fading away quickly. Never knowing that she would torment herself for wondering if you would have smiled or laughed at the thing that was being said or done.

She didn’t have many regrets in her life but leaving you behind was number one.

Wanda couldn’t breathe or take her eyes off the screen.

Her chest tightened painfully, her vision blurred with thick burning tears.

“-Wand? Wanda? Are you alright?” Steve asks when he noticed the change in his friends demeanour.

“I-I know h-her” she rasps.

The teams eyes bounce from Wanda to the woman in the photo. The woman was found by SHIELD chained to a wall at the Hydra base they overtook, the bruises and deep lacerations that covered her very slim frame made Steve gulp and Tony’s eyes drop down to his hands.

“How?”

“She was with me when I was with Hydra, her cell was next to mine” She stutters out.

“Was she not there when we found you?” Steve asks again.

“I-I told her I’d come back for her but-but I didn’t  I didn’t go back” Wanda cries.

“Wanda…”

“I know alright I left her all alone”.

“I’m sorry”. Steve sighs, a beat or two go by before he speaks again “Wand did she have any abilities?”

“She can heal faster than normal”

“What was the main reason for her being there? Do you know?” Tony now asks.

“Because…so we-the experiments could train on her, they would make us do awful things to her but she always survived it.”

“Jesus…”

“Was-was it quick?”

“Wan-“

“Yes or no Steve was it quick?”

Finding his eyes filling with tears, he looks at his friend with remorse. “No. Sh-she died of starvation, Wanda I’m so sorry”

“Do they know when she died?”

“Don’t do this to yourself, it’s not going to cha-“

“Steve please!” She begs him to tell her the truth no matter how much it was going to pain her.

“Th-they estimate that s-she died seven hours before they found her”

All this time and you was still alive, because she left she assumed you had died. You were alive and being tortured by god knows who. You were all alone, probably thinking no one even cared about you and it was all her fault, if she had gone back or even got you out first then you would have known the love and warmth of a family. 

You had given up, lost the fight seven hours before you were found. And it was all her fault.

The team watches as she stands up and walks away, she doesn’t get far as the heart breaking, gut wrenching scream tore through the barrier of her lips causes her to drop to her knees.

She didn’t have many regrets in her life but leaving you behind was number one and the second biggest regret she had was never being able to tell you how much she loved you.

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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[bi-ss]

~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Warnings - non, I don't think..

(This is a little bit of part 1, so I made write more I may not, we'll see. I'm also going to give the reader and her parents a positive relationship. idk I think it suits the best

You always knew you were to be married off. Your mother was always transparent with you about that. She always told you that you may not like the man or woman, but love was always hard to find anyway. So one day, when you were 16, you typed up an agreement and gave it to your father about if you were married off, what you wanted, you do have your mother's stubbornness after all.

*knock knock*

"Come in," hearing your father grumble, you push the dark wooden doors which you are a lot heavier than your dad and his men made it seem. You stand in the doorway for a second before your dad gets up from behind his desk. He slowly walked round, motioning for you to come in and close the door. He pulled a comfy seat out a bit before sitting on his desk. You sat out looking up at him, handing him the typed papers in your hands. He looked at the title and gave it back to you.

"Read it to me, Ladybug." You smiled at the nickname he used and has used since you were a baby. "I see your mother as prepared you for this, and I see you listened for once," he joked, knowing you never liked working or school for that matter.

"I don't want to be a housewife, can't think of anything worse," you scoffed at your remark while your dad just laughed, still smiling down at you. "But I would prefer if you read it then get back to me as I told mother I'd help her cook.. it's burrito night!" He slowly nodded at you. Reading aloud wasn't something you liked doing. Taking the papers stapled together, you got up and started walking towards the doors, dreading the embarrassment of trying to open them again, but you didn't have to. Your dad was right behind you, holding it for you like you didn't just use all the strength to pry it just a little.

That's how you life's always been, your mother, a housewife. Your mother was the most beautiful and mature woman to probably ever exist, her long vibrant curly ginger hair, her pale soft skin loaded with freckle, her forest green eyes complemented everything about her even those rosy cheeks and lips. She adored your father as much or even more as he adored her. They do say opposites attract, fitting for your parents as your father, the breadwinner. Your father was a handsome and smart man, with dark chocolate hair which your mother loved putting into pigtails, his skin is covered with tattoos front to back, up and down, his toned and tan skin barely visible, his one good eye a smokie light grey colour, is other eye was sew shut while being littered with scars. Your dad has become more careful and gentle when your mother is pregnant. It wasn't hard to see that his men liked this change to, according to your mother. An example is when the twins joined, Wanda and Pietro maximoff joined, and they were put through uni with help from the family in case they wanted an out, making sure they had a choice. They stayed by the family's side.

Now, 6 years later, you're sitting in your fathers office it hasn't changed a bit, you can't say the same about them, he was sitting on the worn-out leather chair with your mother behind him, their hair turning grey and with smile line proudly on display. You sitting at the side of the desk, not next to your dad and not next to Mrs and Mr Barnes, with their irritated son, James Barnes. The meeting was already off to a bad start when his girlfriend Sharon demanding to attend, but met with your dad saying he didn't have business with her and if that's know they did things, he'll call it off. You listened in on the conversation when your dad wasn't there, and to sum it up, Mr Barnes threatened, saying he'll disown his son and give it all to Rebecca. She's now at the bottom of the stairs being watched secretly by maids, workers, and guards. The elderly guest were very shocked at the fact they didn't even know you were there when they were giving the to toddler a reality check, which made both your parents proud and all 4 laugh about it. Before the definition of cantankerous, egocentric, and many more adjectives, you couldn't ever walk in.

. . . . .To be continued. . . .

#sebastian stan #yn-barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky barnes #1950s #tfatws #comics #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #henry cavill smut #bucky x you #bucky x reader #kinda soft staring though but like imagine winter soldier cold hate stare #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #sebastion stan #winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #arranged marriage #white wolf #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #black widow #captain america #marvel #sam wilson #falcon #avengers

[wandaspetal]

An Island Made From Love

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Marvel/MCU

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Wanda Maximoff x Reader, mentions of Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova (platonic), and Kate Bishop x Wanda Maximoff (platonic)

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: Established Relationship

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4K+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of death (no one actually died though I’m not heartless) , Mental breakdowns, panic attacks, mention of anxiety, depression, suicidal ideations, crying, angst with a happy ending, VERY GAY AND FLUFFY AT THE END I PROMISE

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You make your island flag in animal crossing Wanda’s crown.

𝐀𝐍: Reader uses they/them pronouns! This is very much partially based on me restarting my anch island and wondering how Wanda would react after a hard day….I’m mentally ill shush.

Wanda had been having the worst day. The team’s mission went south very fast. Hydra began implanting bombs inside their base’s so that in the case if they are ever found they can destroy the evidence of them being there. Soldiers waited outside for them with military grade weapons. The Hulk went into a fit of rage, Clint almost lost an arm and Natasha was almost crushed by rubble. Wanda was able to push herself hard enough to use her magic to make sure Natasha and her got out of the building quick enough.

They were the only ones left inside as the rest of the team fought everyone outside. After everything was said and done the ride on the quinjet back to the compound was silent. Even a small cough had an apology following suit behind it. Wanda is surprised she didn’t cry the same way Kate did as Yelena held her on the way back. The brunette simply placed a comforting hand on Kate’s back on the way home.

Wanda Maximoff had lost so many people in her life and this was another reminder of why she had to keep them out the way. The team can protect themselves. Y/n, a barista at a family owned coffee shop–one they barely work at anymore because their rich girlfriend takes care of them and Tony and the team randomly throws money and gifts their way. But that’s besides the point. The team is strong with super powers or serums or martial arts and knows how to use weapons. Y/n makes the threat that anything can be a weapon yet they ironically apologize whenever they bump into a chair, table, etc.

The mere thought of losing them the same way she almost lost half the team today nearly sent Wanda into a spiral. She convinced herself to hold on and remain strong.

Once they landed everyone was sent off to med bay, visible injury or not. Wanda had a scar on her brow and a cut on her nose and a sprained wrist. Both her arms were sore but she didn’t think that was worth mentioning. After leaving medbay she informed Jarvis to tell the team she went to see Y/n if they asked where she went.

Wanda didn’t bother driving a car, she stepped outside and immediately teleported inside Y/n’s apartment. The Sokovian wasn’t allowed to do that anymore after she scared them but she couldn’t help herself as she was on the verge of shaking from overstimulation.

“Wanda is that you?!”

“Y-Yeah!” She already felt tears coming to her eyes at hearing your voice but quickly blinked them away.

“Oh! Come look and see!!” Y/n exclaimed happily.

Wanda smiled and quickly walked pass the small foyer and to the living room. Her shoulders relaxed at the sight of her partner gazing at the TV that displayed her animal crossing game on it. She walked over and sat down on the couch.

“I restarted my island and it took like five times but I finally got villagers that aren’t ugly!” They squealed with joy.

Wanda placed her hands in her lap and smiled authentically at the screen. Y/n had already begun decorating the island and including as much villager homes as possible. There was customized pathing on the beach and grass.

“I named it Westview because you know…we said we wanted to move there.” Y/n’s voice grew quieter as their shyness increased. They shrugged. “And yeah…”

Wanda turned her head and reached out her to tuck their hair behind their ear. “That’s nice, I like it.”

Y/n blushed then cleared their throat. “Oh! Also the flag!! Look, look, look!!” They still hadn’t looked at Wanda as they could not turn their attention off the screen. Not even a bowl of the best pasta in the world could take their focus off their hyper fixation right now.

Wanda turned her head back towards the screen, still twirling their strand of hair between her two fingers. She dropped her hand at the sight of the flag that blew in the wind at the airport. It was her head piece. The one that she didn’t like at first but Y/n adored because it suited her so well. And because Y/n adored it Wanda slowly began to, too. Tony designed it for her after he heard her ranting about wanting more accessories for her costume the same way Nat and Steve did.

“I made it just for you!” They exclaimed.

“You made me a flag…with my head piece on it?” Wanda asked, her eyes glazing over with the tears she had been holding back since the mission ended.

Y/n beamed at the tv screen missing the full effect of their words. “Yeah! Because you’re my favorite person in the world and–“ They faltered and their brow furrowed with concern as they finally turned to look at the brunette. “Wanda, are you okay?” Y/n reached out and caressed her cheek with their palm as the witch begun to cry.

“I just love you…so much.” A lone tear trailed down her cheek. “You make me so happy…I-…today was awful and some of the team almost didn’t make it and it was so traumatizing and I just–” A much needed sob broke free from her mouth as she curled into Y/n’s warm embrace.

Y/n began to rock them side to side and soothingly rub their hand up and down Wanda’s back. “You’re safe now, let it all out.” Wanda sobbed harder than before, gripping on Y/n’s shirt for dear life. “I’m so sorry all of you had to go through that.” Wanda continued to cry as Y/n continued to speak.

They sat in silence until her sobs died down to sniffles and her eyes had stopped producing as much tears.

Y/n moved to pull away then stopped as Wanda whimpered. “Put your head up for me please.” Wanda complied, sitting up straight with their arms still around each other. “I love you.” Wanda felt another sob building up in her throat. “And I’m so so proud of you.” Another sob broke free but Y/n continued to speak as they wiped away Wanda’s tears. “Today was really hard and you did such a phenomenal job–yes you did.” Y/n reassured as Wanda began shaking her head. “You did a good job because you did your best.”

Wanda pulled away from their embrace, her body immediately felt the rush of cool air surrounding her. “I didn’t even tell Pietro where I was going, I just left and came straight here to you because I just felt so overstimulated and…and broken and scared.” Y/n nodded, holding their palms together. “And I know I did a great job but fuck why did my life have to be this way, I’m still here, I’m still the scared little girl who hid under a bed with her twin brother for 3 days after realizing our parents are gone and dead and…” She felt herself begin to descend into a panic and placed one hand on her chest and the other on her head. “I’m tired. I’m so tired.” She choked out.

Y/n took both Wanda’s hands in their own. “Baby, look at me, hey-” Their eyes met. “I’m right here, okay? Everything is okay now, the team is okay, your brother is okay and you are okay..you’re safe now.” Wanda blinked. Y/n brought Wanda’s hands to their chest and took a deep breath in then a deep breath out and continued this until Wanda began to follow suit.

It took five minutes until the normal color returned to Wanda’s cheeks and blood no longer felt like it was rushing to her ears. Y/n placed their hand on Wanda’s cheek, smiling as the witch sighed out of content. Wanda turned her head and kissed their hand before she spoke.

“Can you show me more of…Westview?” She asked softly while making eye contact.

“Only as long as you promise to move there with me…and also order us a pizza.” Y/n bit their lip and grinned as Wanda giggled.

“I promise.” Wanda took her phone out of her pocket and snuggled into Y/n’s side as the number for their favorite pizza place began to ring. “Extra cheese?” She hummed as Y/n kissed the top of her head.

“Sounds great.” They replied and began to decorate Westview as Wanda ordered them enough food to have leftovers for the next day.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x yn #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #Westview will one day be you and Wanda’s home :) #marvel #the avengers #elizabeth olsen #animal crossing new horizons is mentioned several times as someone who has been obsessed with it almost a full year now m #I’m surprised it took me this long to include it in a fic #the Wanda Maximoff content you didn’t know you needed #Wanda and reader love each other very much #I lowkey started crying as I was typing this #pietro will be alive in every story I write idc #marvel mcu #mcu fandom #mcu imagine #mcu fanfiction #mcu x reader

[local-crying-boy]

Pietro MaximoffX GN!Reader

Shakes and shivers

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Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Gender Neutral!Reader, romantic relationship established

Genre: One-shot, fluff, winter-time imagine

Warnings: quick little idea I thought about that I just wanted to write about, weak ending but I just wanted to get this out of my drafts.

Summary: it’s cold in the compound, you being unable to get warm and comfortable again, call over your boyfriend, Pietro, to come give you cuddles.

Word count:

A/n: It was cold when I started writing this and I was in need of something to cheer me up in the winter months. Even though I only finished writing this in Spring

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It was cold. Of course it was. And, of course, despite Stark’s abundance of money, the boiler broke and there was no source of heat throughout the compound. It would have been fine if you were up and about doing things like the rest of the team, but you were done with training, hell, you were done with the day.

It was already quite late in the day, not too late that most of your team were heading up to bed, but not early enough that you were able to do things such as training. You’d been in your pyjamas, curled up in your room, shivering ever so often because your bed had been annoyingly by the window. Despite the rain pattering outside your room, hitting the sides of the window, you weren't all that relaxed as others when listening to the sound.

It hadn’t taken long for you to get fed up of the cold, huffing out when you felt your body tense for far too long. You were quick to text Pietro, telling him to come to your room, ready to justify your reasoning if he asked you why.

Though, that time never came. You should have known. He had raced to your room as soon as he read that to come over. The air swished around your room, when you looked up he was already there, that stupid, lovable grin on his face.

"You called for me, dragâ?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

You quickly patted the space beside you in the bed, looking up at him with a frown. "It's cold."

The speedster only let out a laugh, flopping onto your bed beside you and turning on his side with his hand propping up his head. He was looking at you with that stupid smirk of his. "Oh? So you want me to warm you up, is that it?"

"Stop looking at me like that." You huffed out, moving closer to him so that you could feel some of his warmth.

The man usually ran warm, he was always doing something - well, he was always running around - and, in result, his body ran hotter than the average person from his continuous movement. A lucky thing for you.

He let out a small tut, but he did not hesitate in wrapping his arms around your shivering frame. "I suppose I could help you out, dragâ."

"You suppose?" You exhaled out, shaking your head, but there was a hint of amusement in your voice. "It's your job as my boyfriend to help me."

He laughed at that, his chin resting on your head, before he moved down and inhaled the scent of your shampoo that lingered in your hair. "I didn't know I signed up for this job, you know."

"Good to know I've enlightened you now, 'Etro." You grumbled out into his chest, already starting to warm up with the blanket around your body and now Pietro's arms around you.

Masterlist

Pietro Maximoff Masterlist

#pietro #pietro marvel #pietro maximoff #pietro x y/n #pietro x reader #mcu #marvel #mcu fanfiction #mcu fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #pietro fanfiction #pietro fanfic #pietro maximoff x yn #pietro maximoff x reader #gender netural reader #pietro maximoff and y/n confession fic #fluff #New Years Party! Au #Avengers #Avengers fanfiction #Avengers Fanfic #mcu quicksilver #marvel quicksilver #quicksilver #pietro maximoff fanfic

[hocuspocusbabyy]

Wanda: *Eating m&ms and watching the movie*

Y/N: *a little intoxicated, gazing obsessively at Wanda*

Y/N: “YOU’RE GOING TO BE SUCH A MILF”

Vision: 👀

Agatha: 🤨

Nat: 🤷🏻‍♀️

Pietro: ☺️

Wanda: “Uhm thank you?”

#wanda maximoff #fanfiction #natasha romanoff #black widow #avengers #wandavision #wanda x yn #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #agatha harkness #inccorrect quotes #inncorrect marvel quotes #pietro maximoff

[supernaturalstilinski]

Pietro Maximoff

Warnings: cussing,slight sexual references

A/n: if there is a character you want me to do this with dm/ask me! I’m open to anything!

Instagram blurb

Y/l/nxY/n:

Liked by: wandamaximoff, thor.odinson, Murdock_Matt and 937,644 others

Y/l/nxY/n:

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞♥️ 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ @pietro-maximoff

Comments:

Pietro-Maximoff: Thank you darling, but when did you take that photo of me in the bottom right?

↳ Y/l/nxY/n: don’t judge me…you were leaving for a mission..I needed I photo for when I get lonely🫣 Also you’re really fucking hot babe..

wandamaximoff: Happy Birthday P! Love you!

↳ Pietro-Maximoff: Love you too sis!

Pepperstark: You two are so cute together! Maybe a friend for Morgan soon?👀

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Bonus:

Y/n: PEPPER!!

Pepper:yes?

Y/n: Why would you comment that!? Now his birthday present is ruined…

Pepper: It’s all okay. Wanda took his phone before I commented. Now go tell him!

A/n: feel free to leave a comment or something I could work on with these! ♥️

#fyp #multi fandoms posts #fluff #x reader #marvel fluff #marvel smut #marvel #pietro maximoff #Pietro #Maximoff #y/n #x y/n #yn

[fuzzykryptonitesweets]

Y/N and Pietro are the only ones awake during the night and he offers to take you on a run with him.

#pietromaximoff #quicksilver #yn #reader #peter maximoff #pietro maximoff x y/n #pietro maximoff x male reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Werecat wanda x werewolf reader, where Pietro was looking for Wanda but Yn didn't want to let him know where she was so they hide Wanda with their body(imagine the dog is a wolf hahaha, something like this)

Werewolf!Y/N lays on the couch…

Pietro: where is Wanda?

Y/N: I don’t know

Pietro: you’re no help!

Pietro runs off…

Werecat!wanda emerges from under her werewolf beau…

Wanda: thank you detka

Y/N: anytime kitty

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #Wanda Maximoff imagine #werewolf #werewolf reader #werecat #Werecat Wanda #Wanda variant

[luuknowsbetter]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUCKY! (BUCKY BARNES X READER)

|Bucky Barnes x reader|

soft!bucky | smut | MUY soft

Characters: y/n (reader). Bucky Barnes. Sam wilson. Natasha romanoff. Steve Rogers. Tony Stark. Wanda maximoff. Clint Barton. Bruce banner. Thor. Loki. Vision. Pietro maximoff. Stephen strange. Peter Parker.

Word counter:

Warnings: Mild smut, explicit language, and soft.

A/N: Hey, this is my first time writing a fic and I hope you enjoy it! Also,my first language is not English so some words are going to sound a bit weird sorry about that :/

The rays of light coming through his window managed to wake Bucky from his sleep…that and his girlfriend yn who had practically jumped on him yelling at him and saying a lot of sweet things congratulating him.

-Happy birthday my dear, you are now officially an old man! Said the girl in front of him leaning towards him to kiss his lips.

-You still love me yn- Bucky said and immediately kissed her again. The kiss intensified and before they knew it Yn was already on Bucky's lap, both half naked and the girl with her legs slightly spread. Un began to spread kisses all over her boyfriend's neck and bare chest as he let out sighs and a few moans. Yn's attention was drawn to the ex-soldier's pajama pants where there was a (not small) bulge down there. The girl smiled and directed her hands towards that lower area but just as she was about to do so the door to the room burst open revealing the avengers who had prepared a cake for Barnes.

-HAPPY BIRTH - OH GOD - Tony immediately closed the door of the room, bucky and yn looked at each other totally surprised and blushing because of what had just happened a second ago.

-We should have knocked, damn - Tony exclaimed as he looked at the rest of the team with a shocked expression on his face.

"That solves where yn was," Clint whispered to Natasha and she just nodded with a slight smile. -I think we should go to the living room and wait for them to come down," suggested Captain America and everyone agreed

"Oh fuck," Yn says, completely blushing, even over Bucky, who is still trying to process what just happened. "I think we'll leave this for later, sweetheart," Bucky says, somewhat blushing. Yn nods, they both get up and begin to dress quickly, after a few minutes they both arrive at the room, where all the avengers were.

"There you are," Natasha exclaims. "Nice gift, Buck?" Sam asks mockingly, Bucky just rolls his eyes, blushing. "Yeah, well, that surprised us all," says Steve as he takes a sip of his coffee. -Not me. - Sam, Nat, Tony, Wanda and Clint respond in unison. making yn giggle

The entire team continued with their things as they normally did. yn and Steve had organized a party for Bucky later that night, so they were getting things ready for the party, when suddenly yn walks up to Bucky, who was sitting on the couch in the living room reading a book, and yn walks up to him. behind and hugs him

"You can claim the gift later if you want, handsome," Yn whispers in Bucky's ear.

"I hope so, doll…" Bucky responds and places a kiss on his girlfriend's neck.

Needless to say, Bucky had a great time on his birthday.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes one shot #marvel one shot

[stuckyrogersbarnes]

Masterlist: Smut

threesomes:

Bucky and Loki

Bucky and Thor

Bucky and Steve - part 1

Bucky and Steve - part 2

Smuts:

Pietro - Fuck Me Then

Peter - The TreeHouse

Loki - Oh, you are in trouble, Yn Stark

Bucky -I’m so darn in love with you, Yn

Steve - You’re Cute

Girl x Girl:

Nat - Punishment

#masterlist #marvel #the avengers #marvel smut #bucky barnes #female reader #one shot #smut #bucky x reader #steve rogers #bucky fanfic #loki laufeyson #sebastian stan #peter parker #pietro smut #tony stark #tony x y/n #loki x reader #loki

[acciopietro]

Hi, I have a request.

So like Pietro and the reader are in a relationship and Pietro is really insecure about him being not able to give reader enough gifts and attention. (Reader is from a wealthy family)

He's scared that Reader could leave him for a wealthier person than him. Reader reassure Pietro that they won't leave him.

Yea, so angsty & fluff.

The reader can be gender neutral, I don't really care.

Thanks, I love how you write

Have a nice day.

anything from you - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x gn! reader

summary: pietro’s unsure whether or not he’s enough

word count: 1662

tw: no!

a/n: this was such a cute idea! i apologize for how short this is, i'm trying to clear out my drafts LOL! this is unedited so if u see any grammar or spelling mistakes lmk!!!! <3

"I CAN'T ACCEPT THIS," PIETRO'S mouth had fallen agape at the sight of the small box he opened, resting it on his lap. The light flashed off of the glittering silver of the watch inside, it's glass face perfectly clear, so well made that it looked like there was nothing there. "This is... this is very expensive gift."

"You have to accept it," you grinned, shrugging your shoulders. "I saw it and thought you'd like it."

"Yes, and I-- I do, but..." Pietro opened and closed his mouth like a fish. "I have never worn something so expensive before."

"Firsts for everything!" you giggled and gave him a bashful smile. He pursed his lips, melting at the sweetness of your face, and glanced back down at the watch. Your face sunk a bit at his hesitation, and you grabbed the bag that previously held the box. "I can return it, if you don't like it."

"No, I... I love it," Pietro grabbed ahold of your hand, smoothing his thumb over the top of your knuckles before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. "Multumesc, dragă."

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“AHA!” Pietro mumbled to himself, pulling his hand out from behind the couch cushion of the couch in the Avengers Compound’s foyer, another quarter pinched between his fingers. He was lucky enough to live there and earn a decent wage, but he certainly did not have as much disposable income as say, Tony Stark, or even Y/N L/N. 

“Pietro,” came Wanda’s voice from behind him, her tone slow as though she were confused. He turned his head to see her standing there, arms crossed over her chest, eyebrow raised. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Right now, I am counting,” he said, sitting down and dumping out his pocket, muttering the numbers under his breath. “I have a total of twenty-three dollars and...seventy-three cents. But then once I add the money from my wallet, I’ll have about...”

“What do you need this for?” Wanda sauntered over, sitting across from him and his measly pile of dented dollar bills and dirty coins. Pietro didn’t respond, still counting in his head.

“Sixty-five dollars and eighty-two cents,” Pietro nodded his head, muttering under his breath. “That might be enough...”

“Nice watch,” Wanda complimented. “From Y/N, yes?”

“Yeah,” Pietro muttered, rubbing the band of it with his thumb. “They are very generous.”

“I see.”

“I want to buy them something,” Pietro told his sister. “But... I cannot really afford something very expensive, you know? So maybe something for fifty dollars. Or maybe more, but I... I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you just make them something? Or take them some place nice?”

“I could,” Pietro scratched his chin, dropping his shoulders in exhaustion. “But they’re always buying me things, I feel like I need to return the favor.”

“You don’t owe them anything, though,” Wanda told him gently. “Just because they buy you all these things doesn’t mean you need to buy them things, it just means you need to gift them with other things. Experiences, homemade things... as long as there is love in it, no?”

“I am not wealthy like them,” Pietro sighed. “What if they think I am using them for their money? I need to show them that --”

“They do not think that,” Wanda gave him a gentle look. “They love you, trust me. I was with them when they picked out that watch for you.”

“Yeah, well,” Pietro didn’t have much to say in response to that. “They’d be better off with someone who can afford to take care of them.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Wanda shook her head. “You take care of them just fine.”

“Hmph,” Pietro only shrugged and began to leave the room. “Maybe. But they could do better.”

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“Wanda?” you said, poking your head into the kitchen. Said woman stood over a steaming pot, stirring the contents with a long wooden spoon. Vision glided into the room, holding onto a container of paprika looking triumphant. 

“Found it!” he said cheerfully. He turned his head and grinned at the sight of you. “Oh, hello, Y/N. Did you want some paprikash?”

“Maybe later, thanks Vision,” you smiled. “Have either of you seen Pietro?”

“Uhm, I’d assume he’d be in his room,” Wanda guessed.

“No, he’s not in there,” you frowned, sitting on one of the bar stools. “I’ve been looking around for him all day. I think he’s avoiding me.”

You knew Wanda and Vision shared a glance, but you were too busy staring down at the ring on your finger to say anything. Pietro had gotten it for you in the early stages of your relationship; you hadn’t the slightest clue where it was from or if the gems were real, but it was beautiful and fit like a glove. That was all that mattered, anyways. You twisted it around on your finger, frowning.

“Did I upset him?” you asked Wanda. “Has he said anything to you?”

Wanda gave a quick, almost unnoticeable glance at Vision. “Erm... he’s not upset at you, no.”

“What is it, then?” you pressed. There was a pregnant pause of silence.

“Look, I think you should talk to him,” Wanda trailed off, her brows slowly raising as she glanced behind you. Vision did nothing, however he was not slick about the way his eyes widened and he mouthed, “Go!”

You whipped your head around, and before you set eyes on Pietro, the blur of his red sweatshirt caught your eye and you knew he had run off. You sighed, running a hand across your scalp. 

“Sorry,” Vision apologized to you, bowing his head. “It’s... it’s your business, you and him.”

“Yes, I know,” you sighed again. “Thanks, I guess.”

“We’ll save some paprikash for you!” Wanda called out to you as you disappeared down the hallway. The lights of Pietro’s room were on, and you could hear the soft sound of a record playing from outside the door. It was Billy Joel’s The Stranger, one of his favorite American records; you had bought it for him, along with Songs in the Key of Life by Stevie Wonder and Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John. 

With “Vienna” playing from the old record player, you creaked open the door. Pietro was at his desk, hunched over a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen in his hand. He was humming along softly under his breath, scribbling away and not noticing you. You walked up behind him and put a hand on his arm, bending over to place your chin on his shoulder. He jumped.

“You scared me,” he muttered, hastily folding up the paper and shoving it into a drawer. “Did you knock?”

“No, sorry,” you drew your face away from him, glancing at where he hid the paper. “Did you want me to leave?”

“I--” he hesitated. “No, I don’t.”

“Okay,” you rocked on your toes for a second before crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed. “You okay? Whatcha doing?”

“Just drawing,” he sighed, putting the pen down and leaning back in his chair. “Bored, I guess.”

“Haven’t seen you all day,” you continued.

“Been tired,” he lied through his teeth.

“Yeah, okay,” you scoffed. “You slept for like ten hours.”

Pietro’s lips quirked up. “Yeah, true.”

“What’s going on?” you asked bluntly, patting the empty space on the bed beside you. Pietro eyed it for a second, as though hesitating, before getting up and taking a seat beside you, his knees resting against yours, shoulders pressed against one another. You lifted your hand, running it through his hair. “What’s goin’ on in that brain of yours?”

“Just...” Pietro paused. “Don’t you ever... aren’t you ever upset that I can’t... that I can’t really do stuff for you?”

You furrowed your brows, unsure what he meant.

“Like this watch,” Pietro ran his thumb over the face of the shiny gold watch on his wrist, the band glinting under the soft lights of his bedroom. “It’s... it’s great. I love it. But I can’t buy you stuff like this. I can’t... I don’t have...”

“That never upsets me,” you told him honestly. “I don’t even think about that kind of stuff.”

“You could have a guy who can buy you things,” Pietro went on. “A real rich one, you know, take you shopping and whatnot.”

“I can take myself shopping,” you joked, bumping your shoulder with his. He gave a small smile. “And I don’t need that, nor do I want that. I want you, and whatever you come with is perfect.”

“Are you sure?” Pietro scrunched up his face, his pale eyes glazed over. You ran your hand through the icy tips of his hair, and he leaned into your touch like a puppy being scratched behind the ear. “Sometimes I worry that you’ll leave.”

“Leave?”

“For someone with more money,” Pietro mumbled.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you kissed his cheek. “I don’t want to leave, and I’m not going to anytime soon.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you kissed his temple. “I am.”

Pietro said nothing, his brows furrowed and his nose slightly scrunched. You put your hand under his chin, turning his face so the two of you were eye to eye.

"You are perfectly perfect, Piet,” you told him firmly. You felt his face turn hot underneath your hand. “I’ve never wished for anything more or less from you. It’s like I’m Goldilocks and you’re the porridge that’s just right."

“Mm,” was all he said for a moment, leaning into you. After a pregnant pause of silence, he said, “I don’t know what that means.”

“Yeah, I figured,” you wrapped your arms around him, hugging his side. He pressed into you, hugging you back, the warmth from his arms engulfing you. “My next gift for you will be an American nursery rhyme book. How’s that?”

He let out a laugh, holding you tighter. “Anything from you is perfect.”

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translations:

"Multumesc, dragă." - Thank you, darling.

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[moiravim]

Hot Coffee

Wanda x GN! Reader

Falling in love with Wanda <3

Wanda had still been mourning over the death of her brother Pietro when she met you.

You were getting a coffee at your favorite cafe and almost spilled your drink all over yourself. That's when they person who has bumped into you used her powers to stop it from splashing at you.

She gently poured the water back into it's cup before relaxing and smiling at you. "How did you- oh my goodness I'm so sorry-"

"It's okay." She interrupts you before shaking your hand. "My name is Wanda." You smiked back before responding "YN. my name is YN."

Just a few days later you had been walking home when you saw here again. She called out your name as you waved back at her.

"YN, I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me... There's a new movie out I think you'll like!" Although your nervous you accept and she happily hugs you before giving you the dates and walking away.

After the 5th date she confessed to you and you told her you felt the same. The more dates you went on with Wanda, the happier she got and the more confident you became.

Eventually Wanda asked you to move into the avengers compound with her and you skeptically agreed.

"Hey, Yn!! Come help me make dinner!" She says as you walk over and kiss her on the cheek. She giggles and kisses you back on the lips.

After a few months you'll propose to her and she'll say yes. You have a private wedding venue with few friends and family.

Soon after the two of you will adopt two twin boys, Billy and Tommy. The two of you love each other and your family more than anything on this world.

A/N: sorry this is fast I'm in a rush lmao😭😭‼️

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[yelenasdiary]

Heya, as you asked I wanted to request for the advent event, with a request for wanda please:D

Could I request where Wanda and yn are out christmas shopping and yn discovers the shop they are in has a whole section on Hanukkah, which yn is fascinated by, and as this is their first one together, yn wants to do wanda's holiday also (either wanda hasn't done it in years or does a tiny scale version for herself, whether pietro is alive in this lol) which touches wanda's heart seeing yn grabbing one of everything she sees and forgoing anything christmas related (after making sure which design wanda prefered of course) , including a cookbook on traditional food during Hanukkah (which yn would have wanda supervise because yn can't cook). And wanda just falling more in love with yn and giving her tons of kisses in the shop 😊😊😚😚

May I include that if possible yn picks this mug either for herself or wanda because of the design (wanda being a witch and jewish) , how cute it is and it's Hanukkah related lol

I saw this in tkmax some weeks ago and loved it so much I was gonna get it for me but my dad got it and it's one of my presents lol

I did think whether I was..allowed to have it, but I told myself not to think too much into it as it is a cute design and the mug is massive XD

I hope this is okay to request for, thank you

X

☃️ Happy Hanukkah ☃️

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You get excited over Wanda’s holiday, Hanukkah, and try to make it a special time for you both.

Fluff | 0.7K | No Warnings, if any, please let me know | Mentions of a crime documentary | 

AC: I am not Jewish, and I don’t have a lot of background knowledge on Hanukkah, so I truly hope this doesn’t upset anybody in any shape or form. If I have misunderstood anything, please don’t be afraid to reach out and kindly let me know. I mean no harm to anybody and just want to make everybody feel included on my blog. Happy Holidays everybody! 

Day 17 | Advent Calendar Masterlist 🎄

Christmas shopping was always stressful for anybody and everybody, well, not exactly everybody. Wanda never found holiday shopping stressful as she was always able to tell what people needed, wanted, or would love. Even though she knew months before December what to get the team for Christmas, she wanted to take you shopping with her this year. Your second holiday with her and you were just as excited as last years. The mall was busy, people pushing through the walkways to get to stores they had on their lists, some not so kind and would barge through without even saying sorry or looking back. You and Wanda weren't in any hurry as you both walked hand in hand through the busiest time of the year. 

"Honey look!" your bright smile made Wanda melt on the inside, "it's a store full of Hanukkah decorations!" you added while practically dragging her into the store with you. Wanda hadn't celebrated Hanukkah since before losing her parents, she never forgot about it and always lit 8 candles in her menorah, one candle each night. You let Wanda have her moment each night when she'd lit a candle, knowing she was thinking about the family she missed dearly. This year, you wanted to dip your toe in the water and see if Wanda would be open to celebrating her holiday this year and save Christmas celebrations for when you both were with the team. 

"Look how cute these mugs are!" you commented as you showed Wanda navy blue mug with illustrations of cats playing with Hanukkah related decorations and with it was a dreidel inside the mug. "I'm getting us one each" you said before grabbing a basket. Wanda was overwhelmed in your excitement as she watched you wander around the store picking up anything you thought Wanda would love. The smile on her face was too hard to hide as the basket became full with Hanukkah related items. 

"Ooo, we have to get this cookbook!" You turned to Wanda, holding a traditional Hanukkah cookbook. "You're so adorable!" Wanda replied, pulling you into her arms, not caring about the basket being in the way as she placed several kisses on your lips, "I take it you do want to celebrate Hanukkah this year?" you smiled softly against her lips. For the first time in years, Wanda was excited to celebrate a holiday that meant so much to her. "I'd love too" she replied before grabbing another basket, "what else do we need?" you asked. 

Wanda walked around the store, taking her time to look at everything that was on the shelves, picking up things she remembered having in her home as a child. Everything from tablecloths, kitchenware, wall hangings, string lights, Hanukkah gnomes, to throw pillows. Wanda thought she may have gone a little overboard, but you assured her that this wouldn't be the only year you celebrated Hanukkah with her. 

"I can't wait to start cooking things from this book!" you said in the car on the way home, Wanda chuckled and placed her free hand in yours, "How about we cook things together? We don't need another accident like last year when you tried to make a mince pie" she replied. "Oh come on, that wasn't exactly my fault" you smirked, the memory of the overburnt pie almost catching on fire because you got distracted by a crime documentary that had started. Wanda came home and instantly freaked out when she saw the smoke coming from the oven. 

"Babe, you can't blame the online recipe for that" Wanda chuckled once more. You told her that the recipe had said to leave the pie in the oven for over an hour, but Wanda quickly pointed out that it clearly said 15-20 minutes or until golden. Since then, Wanda usually is close by whenever you're cooking. "In my defence, the documentary was very interesting, in fact, I wonder if they ever found the other victims" you replied, your mind thinking about the documentary. 

Once home, you and Wanda started to decorate the home with the new items, the home starting to feel like her childhood home and Wanda couldn't help but kiss you every chance she got. "Thank you for allow me to celebrate this holiday" she spoke softly when the decorations were up, "Of course baby, this will happen every year, I wish we had of done this last year. I can see it means a lot to you" you replied, brushing a lot of her beautiful red hair out of her face, "you mean a lot to me" Wanda smiled softly before kissing you softly once more.

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[i-writes-things]

I miss her

Natasha x teen!reader

request: Can I please please please request a yn Maximoff (teenage) fic basically set after infinity War, and r wasn’t blipped and it’s basically nat trying to warm yn back up (maybe yn had a hard time after Ultron and Sokovia, and then again after civil war and is really just defeated and closed off now they think they’ve lost Wanda too, or maybe yn starts being more reckless and vigilante like and nat gets concerned, i know you’d be able to write any idea and it be sick). I’d just quite like some angst abt Wanda and all that kinda idea, but then also the beginning relationship with Nat to kinda soothe it a little idk ah they’re both my favs and I’m v much looking for a comfort fic rn. Ily and your blog thank you!!! <3

Warnings: Crying and screaming

Author's notes: Thank you for requesting!! I hope you like iiiiiiit

Extra Pairings:

Wanda&Pietro Maximoff x youngersister!reader

Not my Gif*

“She’s gone…” You mumbled in between tears,

“Why does everyone have to leave.” looking up at the sky, the sliver of the moon was bright against the sky. “I thought family was forever. Not like this.” She whimpered, trying to control herself, not wanting anyone to hear her from the rooftop of the compound. “I guess, I’m not meant to be happy…” Tears rolled down her face, heartbroken feeling, she cried to herself in the midst of the stary night.

Footsteps approached her, from the rooftop access, of course, but to you it seemed the person teleported five feet away. The second they sat down, you knew who it was. Natasha. She doesn’t have superhearing, or any special hearing device like it.

“The security cameras don’t lie.”

“They usually do.”

“Tonight they didn’t.”

“They were just going against orders.”

“Or maybe, they just love you.”

“Unlikely, Natasha. You should understand that better than anyone else.” Your words cut the conversation to a crashing halt. Continuing to not make eye contact, knowing on the impact she would see your red face and teary eyes, you looked to the stars, begging for help. Maybe this was them helping, or just getting you to talk, you weren’t quite sure.

“The security cameras are supposed to be there, no matter what. To keep me safe, and make sure I know things, that I wouldn’t know otherwise. And then, after years of togetherness and helping one another and laughing and being silly, -that’s- when no amount of batteries with make them work again, make them smile again, but by that point I would have learned how to look over my shoulder and keep an eye out for myself. The camera isn’t supposed to be faulty and break in a matter of weeks. With no warrant on it and no perfect amount of batteries to keep it going. Not after just weeks. It was supposed to be years.” Natasha trod lightly,

“It wasn’t the camera's fault.” she spoke softly.

“I wish it wasn’t.”

“It wasn’t her fault.”

You turned around screaming, red face and all.

“She left me, after promising she wouldn’t, Natasha, she promised!” You sobbed clearly now, not caring anymore who was to hear you. She took a moment and reach a hand out, gently touching your shoulder. You didn’t shove her off, and in doing so, she moved closer to you.

“Hey, she never wanted to leave you, she never wanted to, Y/n/n.” You immediately jumped into her arms, getting to hug her and make your worries go away.

“I want her back.”

“I know, I know you do.” She whispered.

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[local-crying-boy]

New Years Eve Party

Pietro Maximoff X GN Reader

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Pairing: Pietro Maximoff X Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: One-Shot, fluff, New Years confessions / kiss type beat

Warnings: Alcohol usage and mentions, swearing, unedited, shit New Years joke, let me know if I've missed any

Summary: During a Tony Stark New Years Eve party, you, Pietro Maximoff and Wanda Maximoff end up going to the roof of the Avengers Towers to get away from the crowd.

Word Count: 1.6k

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The party was loud, as usual, it was no different to any other party Stark held - only this time it was specifically for New Years. Most of the people there you didn’t know, you knew the Avengers and some of the acquaintances that your other teammates knew, but you rarely remembered their names.

Tony was no where to seen, though you could almost sense his over-fed ego not so far away. Steve and Sam were probably off talking to each other, god knows where, but last you saw them they were laughing and chatting. Natasha was behind the bar with Banner and Thor was telling some battle stories.

Barton didn’t come to this party, he wanted to spend time with his family, and God did you wish you taken up his offer to join him. Though you’d been in the Avengers for about a year and a half, you still hadn’t taken a liking to all the socialising and parties that it came with - hence why you were by yourself, watching everyone else have fun.

In the corner of the room, the enhanced twins stood idly talking to each other. You assumed they felt as you did - bored and awkward. Though, lucky for them, they had each other to talk to. Little did you know, the Wanda was in the middle of trying to convince Pietro to confess you when the fireworks go off - which the Speedster kept insisting that you did not like him back.

"How will you know if you don't ask, Piet?" Wanda had said to him.

"How do you know they will say yes, Wands?" Pietro had shot back, a stern look on his face, a look that told Wanda to drop it.

"I'm just saying, Pietro. I've seen how they've looked at you." But after that, Wanda had dropped the topic completely.

You, on the other hand, stood with a drink in hand, awkwardly leaning on the wall. You were waiting for the moment you could leave, the moment no one would miss your presence there. Though, instead of leaving, like you usually did with pointless parties like these, you pulled out your phone and messaged Barton - simply to complain.

You should've warned me these parties were shit.

You knew this, L/n

Should've came with me.

I know that now!

Find the twins, you lot get along.

Fine. Fine.

Have fun.

Of course Barton noticed that you and the twins got along, though he specifically noticed he interactions between you and Pietro, the three of you spent basically the whole time together when you weren't on missions or busy training.

If you wanted to go to the twins, you were going to have to risk talking to anyone who remembered you from past or asked how you knew Tony - which at this point you somewhat wished you didn't.

That was when Wanda looked your way and waved you over with a smile. She knew what you were thinking: wanting to ditch the party, get drunk and completely stay in your room and celebrate by yourself.

Pietro smiled at you too after scowling at Wanda after she look away, which mattered more because you had an ever growing, teenage-film crush on him. The type of crush that made you get butterflies in your stomach when you thought and saw him, turn bright red when someone mentions the two of you getting together, giggling and laughing whenever he said something mildly funny.

So, naturally, you walked over with you half empty bottle in your hand. You smiled back at the two and asked them how they were, turns out they equally dislike Stark's parties, too loud and crowded.

"You two wanna get outa here, then?" You asked, "The roof has no one on it and you can barely hear the music from up there. Plus, we can watch the fireworks from up there instead of the TV."

"You wouldn't mind us being up there?" Wanda asked, a small smirk on her face, "Don't you have celebrating by yourself to do?"

"Hah hah." You fake laughed, then shook your head, "Nah, be better going into the New Years with you two, not these rich bastards."

The two laughed when you finished and the three of you got the Tower's roof without being noticed by anyone - or anyone who cared about you three.

When the three of you got up to the roof, it was freezing. The only thing keeping you somewhat warm was the thin trench coat you got to match you not-so fancy outfit for the day. Though, it was better than the blasting, headache inducing music and standing by yourself.

As you sat down, legs hanging off the edge, Pietro asked, "When are the fireworks going off?"

You lift your back up slight so that you can grab your phone from you back pocket, then as you turn it on and lift it to your face, you rest you back down.

You sigh before answering, "ten minutes."

You put your phone next to you, not bothered to put it away, knowing Wanda wouldn't snoop around your phone and if Pietro ever thought about it, Wanda wouldn't let him.

"What do we do for ten minutes?" Wanda asked, taking a seat next to you and Pietro sat beside her.

You let out an exaggerated sigh, "Shit talk our team."

Pietro laughed and Wanda gave a soft chuckle, they thought you were joking. When you turned to them you gave them a serious look, "I'm not kidding, I do it all the time with Nat and Clint. Well, that's mostly about Tony."

"What's there to say?" Pietro wondered.

"What isn't there to say?" You scoff, "There's so much I can make fun of: His sky-reaching ego, his overly used sarcastic comments, his stupid face, his stupid beard, his clunky metal suits, typical American White Guy shit he does. It's fucking endless!"

They laugh at that, Thank fuck. When you finished you were sure they wouldn't know how to respond to what you said. They laugh at that, Thank fuck. When you finished you were sure they wouldn't know how to respond to what you said.

"Pietro." Wanda had said, randomly as she turned to face her brother, "Do you mind getting us some drinks?"

Pietro made a noise of objection, or something of the sort you assumed, "Why me?"

"You're fast." You said quickly, "Quick in and out, also I'm impatient and we want drinks."

Pietro groaned as he got up, then when he walked away he muttered something about 'just sitting down'.

When the silver haired man was gone, you turned to Wanda, "Why'd you ask him to leave."

"I think you should ask him out." Wanda bluntly says.

You choke out laughter, "What are you, his wingman or something?"

She smiles, "I'll be your right hand man - well, woman. It is clear you like him, I've seen how the two of you talk and how you both look at each other. Come on, Y/n! Ask him out before the New Year."

You look at her deeply, smile fading slowly, "He doesn't like me, Wanda. He thinks of me only as a friend."

Wanda simply shakes her head, "I don't think so."

When the two of you heard the roof door open and roughly see the blue blur of Pietro's running, you shut down any topic of asking Pietro out.

"How much time now?" He asked, setting the drinks down.

You checked the time, "Seven minutes. What drinks you'd get?"

"Beer." Pietro said, "Do you want me to get something else?"

You shake your head, "Nah, pass me one, will you?"

Pietro gets a bottle out and gives it to Wanda so she can give it to you. You mutter a thanks as Pietro gets one for Wanda then himself. You try and pry the cap of with the ledge, but quickly fail, which leads Wanda to use her abilities to get it off for you and herself - leaving Pietro to struggle.

When Pietro does get the cap off, without help from your or Wanda, the three of you fall into a comfortable silence as you wait for those seven - now five - minutes to pass.

When three minutes are left, Wanda excuses herself and goes back inside. Though, you were sure it was because she wanted you and Pietro to ask each other on a date, but she claimed it was simply the cold.

This left you and Pietro in a now awkward silence, both of you not knowing what to say to each other.

Pietro wanted to strike up and conversation, but now he had time to think about it, he had no idea what would keep a conversation going.

You wanted to ask him out, like Wanda had suggested. Though, you feared that it would ruin your friendship, so you stayed quiet.

"Y/n." Pietro said, unnaturally quiet for him.

You hummed in response, then placed the empty beer bottle on the left of you.

"I really like you." He mutters, it was barely audible.

You were silent for too long because Pietro quickly apologised and offered to go.

You grabbed his wrist as he went to stand up to leave, you whispered to him, "Please don't go, Piet."

"You don't like me do you?" He asked, crouching back down, so that he could get up faster than before.

You shook your head, "I do. I like you like the lamest, teenager from a 2000s movie. Like kicking my legs type shit at night when you text me."

He laughs at that, "That's a little sad."

Scoffing, you smile, "Yeah, well, it was either that or watching you leave because my reactions are too slow."

Pietro leans in closer to you, you two share the briefest of eye contact before he looks down at your lips and the two of you close your eyes as the gap between you is closed.

The fireworks start going off and you lean into Pietro's touch, making the kiss more deep and harsh. One of his hands go upwards to your hair and you hands wrap around his neck.

When the need for air kicks in, you both break away, panting softly. Your eyes lock to his and, this time, it isn't awkward.

He only smiles, "I guess we kissed into next year."

You laugh for about a millisecond, before sighing and backing away, "That's a shit fucking joke."

"You laughed though." He laugh, nudging your arm.

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