#pietro maximoff Drabble

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(R) Drabbles: Pietro Maximoff- Tonight Your Mine

The knock on your hotel room door is not unusual considering tonight is the last night of your free life. Sounds dramatic but you’re getting married tomorrow morning and everyone has been stopping by to make sure you’re absolutely ready. 

Your body is running high on anxiety and excitement. You don’t bother to look in the peephole of your door assuming it’s someone with important things for you. You swing open the door, you don’t even bother to look up at who’s there. You just walk in allowing that person to follow behind you. 

The sound of the door clicking makes you turn around. You stand in shock at your ex, that ex you hadn’t seen in years. And now like no time has passed he’s right back in front of you staring at you as he did with those blue eyes. 

“What are you doing here?” Your question comes out to wobble at the start. You’re getting married tomorrow, you can’t be dealing with this shit tonight. “Pietro I can’t be dealing with you and your shit tonight get out of my hotel room.” You try, pushing him out of the room. 

Your wedding dress is hanging on the back of the door. In a plastic bag that makes a rather loud crinkling when Pietro’s back ends up hitting it. “Why, I’m just here to wish the bride to be a good day tomorrow.” He’s lustfully looking at my lips. “Thought you needed a good night before you ruin your life with that fucking idiot.” 

You scoff, him… calling you… “You’re a fucking asshole you know that.” Somehow you’ve managed to get closer to each other, Pietro doesn’t mind that you’ve pushed him into the back of the door, or how close you are to touch him. 

Your bathrobe is white and the word ‘bride’ is sewn into the fabric. “What… you need to leave!” You’re trying desperately to stay strong “I love my husband very much and don’t need you ruining more of my life Pietro!” It’s the end of the conversation as I try to grab onto the door handle. 

With a quick motion, I’ve been rotated on my heels. Picked up and moved towards another more flat wall. “You were saying?” He questions you. You roll your eyes at his words. But something changes quickly as always with Pietro. You wear nothing under the soft white robe. His breath is close, fanning across your skin. Causing goosebumps to come across my skin. 

He’s kissing my neck before I can protest. His groin is pressed hard into my uncovered pussy. I can’t help but let my head fall backward, giving him more access to the skin he’s already kissing, lapping his tongue over the sweetest point of my neck. I moan and bucks harder into me. 

He drops me rather quickly. My heart is racing faster than I can remember. “Pietro?!” A yearning question is biting at my lips, I want him more than ever, more than I want to kick him out of my room. More than I want to get married tomorrow. “Y/n?” He echos back.  “Please? Just… Just fuck me yeah… I promise I’ll do anything for you.” A begged mess I have become all because I let him into my hotel room. 

He grins in happiness and picks me up dropping me on the bed before ripping the robe off my naked body. “Finally, I’ve waited too long for this again.” 

Completed on: 04/22/23

Posted on: 05/13/23

The Bad-

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader / Pietro Maxmioff x fem!reader

Summary: Nothing is as it seems.

Prompt: "You look familiar. Where do I know you from?"

Warnings: crossover au, death, pietro, reader, and james are all sixteen, ending is very much up to interpretation (open-ended lol), confusing on purpose 😉

~ @simp-for-fictional-people this is SO niche and so different then anything I usually write! i hope this is what you wanted, lovie!! ~

ps: while i personally fan-cast James as Aaron Taylor-Johnson in my head and use him for headers, i try and write his physical descriptions more ambiguously in my other james works because i know there are plenty of other amazing James fan-casts (including poc!james, which i really love)! however, for this story's purposes, he's supposed to look like pietro 😁 ~

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST

BLURB MASTERLIST

Dead.

The word rings in your ears but you don't register it. You slide through the rubble, knees scraping the pavement to reach him. Alive? You hope as you see a glimmer of those blue eyes you love so much behind the strands of silver. You whisper his name, the letters feeling wrong on your tongue as you kneel beside him. 

You see the blood seeping through his costume and your heart sinks. Dead. Dead. Dead. It's a taunting chant as you push him up to lean his head on your knees, pushing his hair away from his eyes. His eyes, which are staring at you but there's no life behind them anymore. 

"No," your voice is shaky as you clutch him, your skin vibrating as your vision blurs. "No. No. No. No," you chant to counter the voice in your head. You bend over and kiss his forehead. No response. You try his cheek as tears stream down your cheeks. "Pietro," you plead, "wake up."

Anger courses your veins as his blood stains your hands. Your head is pounding so loudly you can barely think. 

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.

The team calls your name. You feel like the world around you is spinning as you feel your powers acting up as you hold him closer to you, crushing his face into your chest as you sob. You feel hot and misplaced as your head is throbbing. 

Your name is screamed again but this time, you can't even see them as a blinding green light surrounds you, catching the gimmer on your wrist—the small silver bracelet Pietro had given you for your sixteenth birthday—and you fall unconscious. Your head hits the pavement, making everything turn dark. 

His hand touches yours, the background blurry. He looks like a carefree kid again, those rosy cheeks so full of life and future. "Y/n/n, wake up," Pietro whispers, grinning as you stare into his blue eyes. "Wake up now."

You startle awake, sitting up as your chest heaves. You blink, dried tears still on your cheeks. You glance around the room, it looks ancient. You're dressed in clothes you don't immediately recognize as your head continues to throb.

From your bedside, a boy jumps up. He's wearing the same clothes, only his with red accents as opposed to your green ones. His dark hair is curled messily across his features and his glasses rest lopsided on his head. "Thank Merlin!" he exclaims, his British accent thick as he rushes up to you and leans over you, smiling. "Are you okay?"

You blink, looking at his features intensely. His smile, the way his nose curves, the swoop of his hair. His eyes. 

The same ones flash in your head. 

"You look familiar," you whisper, tilting your head with confusion, "Where do I know you from."

The boy laughs. "Y/n/n, it's me. It's James."

James? James? James? For some reason the name sticks on your tongue. You look at him as your memories rush back. James. Pietro? James. 

"Jamie, right," you shake your head, touching your scalp and frowning. "Shit, what happened?"

"You fell and hit your head pretty damn hard, love," James kisses your forehead tenderly. "Madam Pomfrey says you have a small concussion," he smiles and again you have a weird sense of déja-vu.

"I had the weirdest dream," you tell him and look down at your hands, almost expecting to see the green light from around them. Your frown deepens when you see the silver bracelet from your dream. You hold your wrist up. 

"James? Where did this come from?"

James looks at the bracelet and shrugs. "Why're you asking me? It's yours." 

You turn the bracelet around, frowning again as you see a hint of two small initials engraved onto the metal.

P.M

tags: @mischievousmoony, @sayitlikethecheese, @longlivedelusion, @fangirl-swagg, @tansgirlfriend, @brokeaesthetic , @lqrlei, @princesssunderworld

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In the Blink of an Eye

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Pietro Maximoff wasn’t the jealous type—at least, that’s what he told himself. But when someone dared to touch her, to act like he had any right to her, his patience snapped, and the only thing faster than his fury was his need to remind the world that she was his.

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The bass rattled the walls, sending a thrumming pulse through the floor that vibrated up Y/N’s spine. Sweat-slick bodies moved in chaotic harmony, the room a blur of neon lights and the intoxicating scent of perfume and liquor. She was lost in it—arms lifted, laughter spilling from her lips as she let herself sink into the music, every movement effortless, every spin a moment of weightlessness.

Pietro stood in the shadows, watching.

He wasn’t much for dancing. Not like this. Not when the beat was sluggish compared to the pace of his pulse, compared to the speed of his thoughts. His body itched to move, to be anywhere but standing still. But Y/N was here, and so he stayed, arms crossed over his chest, blue eyes locked onto her like she was the only thing worth seeing in the room.

She always was.

She was his in a way that defied reason, in a way that turned his instincts razor-sharp. And yet, he let her have this freedom, let her dance with that radiant smile that made his ribs feel too tight. He knew better than to cage her in.

Until he saw the bastard watching her.

It was subtle at first—the way the man’s gaze lingered a second too long, how he adjusted his stance like a predator positioning itself before the strike. Pietro’s jaw clenched, his fingers twitching with the need to intervene, but he forced himself to wait. To see what Y/N would do.

Then the man made his move.

Pietro’s blood turned electric as he watched the stranger weave through the crowd, each step calculated. Y/N, oblivious in her euphoria, didn’t notice until it was too late. A hand brushed her hip, casual, almost dismissible.

Almost.

Pietro was across the room before his mind fully processed the decision.

By the time the stranger leaned in, whispering something into her ear, Pietro was already there, his presence slamming into the moment like a storm breaking against the shore.

Y/N stiffened, eyes flashing up to meet his, and for a brief second, relief flickered there.

The man, however, didn’t seem to understand the gravity of his mistake.

“Hey,” Y/N’s voice was sharp, cutting through the music. She took a step back, but the bastard followed, flashing a cocky grin. “I’m not interested.”

“Come on,” he drawled, his confidence infuriatingly intact. “Don’t be like that. You looked like you were having fun.”

“She was,” Pietro interrupted, his Sokovian accent wrapping around each word like a blade.

The man barely had time to react before Pietro was there, solid and unyielding, his hand sliding onto Y/N’s lower back. It wasn’t just a touch. It was a claim. A warning.

Y/N’s body melted instinctively against his, as if she already knew he would take care of it.

The stranger blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Whoa, where’d you come from?”

Pietro tilted his head, a slow smirk curling his lips, though there was nothing playful in his eyes. “Doesn’t matter,” he said, his voice deceptively light. “What matters is that you’re standing too close to my girlfriend.”

The word landed heavy between them.

The man scoffed, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, man. I was just being friendly.”

“Friendly?” Pietro echoed, his voice dropping into something lethal. He took a step forward, forcing the guy to lean back. “You call ignoring her ‘no’ friendly?”

A flicker of hesitation crossed the man’s face.

Pietro took another step, and though he hadn’t touched him—hadn’t even raised his voice—the weight of his presence was suffocating. “Leave.” The command was quiet, precise. Deadly. “Before I decide to show you how fast I can make you regret this.”

The man hesitated. Then, in a flash of self-preservation, he disappeared into the crowd.

Pietro exhaled slowly, but the tension in his body remained. He turned to Y/N, scanning her face, checking for anything—discomfort, anger, fear.

Instead, she just looked at him with that soft expression that made the world tilt.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low.

Y/N smiled, shaking her head. “I’m fine. He was just annoying, that’s all.”

“Annoying isn’t good enough,” Pietro muttered, his jaw still tight. “If he’d tried anything—”

“Pietro.” She placed her hands on his chest, her touch grounding. “You were perfect. Thank you.”

His eyes softened, but the storm in them didn’t fade. “I don’t like anyone touching what’s mine.”

Her breath hitched. He never said it like that—never so blunt, so raw. Heat coiled low in her stomach, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she smirked, trying to break the tension. “You’re not always this dramatic, are you?”

He arched a brow. “You know the answer to that.”

She laughed, and the sound unraveled something inside him. But he wasn’t done.

His arms tightened around her, pulling her flush against him, the heat of his body bleeding into hers. “I need you to understand something,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “There is no world—no timeline—where I let anyone take you from me.”

A shiver ran through her, her fingers curling into his shirt.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” she whispered. “I’m yours, Pietro. Always.”

His throat bobbed, the raw emotion nearly unbearable. “Damn right, you are.”

Her lips quirked. “But maybe next time let me handle it before you swoop in like a superhero.”

He huffed a laugh, his grip still unrelenting. “Not a chance.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the warmth blooming in her chest. “Come on, Quicksilver. Let’s get out of here.”

He smirked, lacing their fingers together, his grip possessive but warm. “I can get us home in three seconds flat.”

She gave him a pointed look. “We are walking.”

He sighed dramatically. “You take the fun out of everything.”

She laughed, tugging him toward the exit. “And yet, you’re still obsessed with me.”

His smirk was slow, devastating. “Faster than a heartbeat, kotyonok.”

And as they stepped into the night, hand in hand, she knew—there was no safer place than right here, wrapped up in him.

[superherotiger]

Birthday WIP Snippet!

Wanted to share a little something of the Dark DOFP AU fic I've been writing over the past weeks as a sort of reverse present for my birthday! Enjoy! (And please forgive any errors it's not proofread yet 😭)

Most times they would have to flee mid battle as waves upon waves of sentinels rained down upon them, but on one rare occasion, Erik bested a lone sentinel that had accidentally stumbled into their camp. By the time the monstrosity collapsed into the dirt, Pietro reappeared in a flurry of wind ready to take his father away, before blinking in surprise at the defeated corpse at their feet. “Aw, didn’t leave any for me?” Pietro teased, kicking the side of its arm with his boot. “There will be plenty more on the way if you are feeling so inclined,” Erik replied. “I’ll take a rain check on that,” Pietro smirked, moving to grab his father’s arm and neck like he had done so many times before. Erik had never paid much mind to the emptiness in his skin during their past escapes, too flooded with adrenaline and anger to consider anything else. But now, clear of distractions, Erik was painfully aware of the hollow sensation retreating the moment Pietro’s hands made contact. To feel the absence soothed after so many months drove Erik into shock, his senses overwhelmed by the warmth of his son’s hands. The careful way he held his father’s neck. The unwavering grip on his arm, keeping him close. Just like the day they first met, Erik was flooded with hope and freedom and safety. And he never wanted to let it go.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

It

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~1.3k

Summary: Movie night!

A/N: This is just something fun and fluffy. Thanks for those who voted, it helps me get my life together ✌🏼

Warnings: mostly fluff, inadvertent drug use

“Y/n no, I’m not watching that creepy movie again.”

You’re pouting as Wanda holds the remote up above you from where you’re lying on her stomach on the couch. The two of you are spending a night in and watching a movie with your pets, but they’re mostly doing their own thing as you and Wanda try to decide what to watch. You of course wanted to watch a horror movie since you haven’t seen Yelena in a while and you haven’t gotten your fix. However, you knew very well that your wife wasn’t a fan, and you honestly did not pick the best option for an already wary participant.

“Pleaseee come on, Wands. It’s so good!”

You try in vain to reach for the remote again, and you eventually sigh in defeat before burying your face in your wife’s shirt with a groan. Wanda just shoots you a look before she tries to dissuade you from your particular movie choice. She can’t even begin to understand why it’s one of your favorites.

“It’s about a centuries-old clown who devours children. It’s creepy as fuck, detka.”

You consider this as you roll over and frown at Wanda in disappointment. You suppose you can compromise and you hum in thought before you offer up another option.

“Fair point. What about Aliens? That’s amazing.”

Wanda sighs in defeat because it appears that she’s not going to win this battle tonight. She had to admit that the last two times they’d had movie nights they’d watched a rom-com and thriller that she’d picked out. You’d liked them well enough, but tonight it was your turn to choose and you were eager to watch something different.

Wanda hands you the remote as she kisses the top of your head with a smile. She waits until you sit up before she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you towards her.  She’s still going to try and get something out of this deal. If she has to watch a movie with an acid-for-blood alien, she was going to get cuddles.

“Deal, but in exchange you have to sit here.”

You roll your eyes as you lean against your wife before glancing at the table in front of you. The snacks are still in reach and your pets are still behaving so all is well. You make sure that Wanda meets your gaze as you glance up at her with a smile.

“Wow, you drive a hard bargain. I guess I can stay here comfortably in your arms. Not the worst thing.”

Wanda laughs as she tickles you until you give in and kiss her as an apology. You both settle and you turn your attention to the television to look for the movie. Once you find it you start it and place the remote by your head and Wanda’s shoulder as you roll slightly to try and get more comfortable. Wanda adjusts her hold on you and you sigh happily as you hug Wanda close.

“Let me know if you really can’t stand it, okay? We’ll watch something else.”

Wanda’s touched by how thoughtful you are, and how sincere she knows you’re being. This is not the goriest of movies, but it also does have a fair share of blood in it. Wanda isn’t squeamish, but she doesn’t particularly like watching slashers for this reason.

She brushes some of your hair behind your ear with a nod and you hum happily.

“Thank you. I will. “

The alien is only just starting to hunt down the main characters when Wanda stops paying attention. Honestly, she’d been focusing on you most of the time as she played with your hair and handed you whatever snack you wanted. She’d even let Boone up on the couch near your feet. He was actually sitting on your feet, but since he was keeping them warm you didn’t protest. You watched the movie playing on the screen with a smile. You’d seen this movie countless of times, but you couldn’t help but love it. Sigourney Weaver made these movies which is why you’d only watched the ones that she was in.

“Having fun?”

You turn to look at your wife who’s smiling at you in amusement and you nod in response. The movie is getting to the best part and as you say this she leans over to kiss your forehead. Your smile fades and you pout as you try to sit up as she pulls away. You whine pitifully and Wanda just rolls her eyes before she decides to give in, not that she had considered refusing you for a second.

You and Wanda are still kissing when your favorite part comes on. You barely notice the alien screaming and the accompanying gunshots in the background as you hover over your wife. She’d pulled you down on top of her and the movie was quickly forgotten as you continue to tease your wife.

 “You’re missing your movie.”

Wanda mumbles this between kisses and you just shake your head as you move down your wife’s neck with a sigh. You’ve seen this movie so many times you know what’s happening just by listening, but you don’t care at the moment, and you smile against Wanda’s skin as you say this.

“Forget the movie.”

So it’s decided and you and Wanda ditch the movie and your dog on the couch for your bedroom. You don’t even bother turning it off and Steve actually wanders in later to find the credits rolling and Boone still lying on the couch fast asleep.

It’s not until you have Wanda half naked underneath you in bed that she starts to feel weird. She hadn’t noticed at first because her mind usually got a little foggy when you kissed her like this. However; now that you’ve moved away from her lips and are focusing on her chest and stomach, she realizes the tingling of her lips isn’t normal.

“Y/n.”

You hum in acknowledgement but don’t stop what you’re doing until you feel your wife run her fingers through your hair.

“Y/n, I feel kinda weird.”

This gets your attention and you look up to see Wanda is staring at the ceiling with a frown. You sit up and reach out for her as you try to figure out what’s wrong.

“Weird how? What’s wrong?”

You watch and wait patiently as Wanda takes a moment to try and figure out how to describe how she feels. She feels light and can’t make herself focus on anything and not for a lack of trying. She sits up and looks at you barely registering the sight of your worried frown as she takes a deep breath.

“I-I feel weird…like I’m high or something.”

Your frown deepens and you have no idea why your wife would feel like this. You don’t take too much time to think about it though because the dazed look in Wanda’s eye is stressing you out. You reach out to help her to her feet before trying to plan your next move.

“Do you need to go downstairs? Do you need to see a doctor?”

Wanda shakes her head but you’re already helping her to her feet while you look for her shirt. You don’t know what could be the cause of this. Neither of you have had anything to eat, drink, or smoke that would cause this so you’re going to have her see a doctor. You text Bucky to ask who’s on right now, and after Wanda’s dressed you lead her out the door and down the hall. Her minimal protest made you realize that she truly wasn’t feeling well, and you quickly lead her toward the elevator as your phone rings.

“Hey, Bucky.”

“Y/n. What’s going on?”

“Hey! Who ate my drugs?!”

You see your brother-in-law come running out of the kitchen with a frown as he looks around for a culprit. You sigh heavily as you quickly put two and two together, and from the way your wife stiffens beside you and tries to stand up and confront her brother, you know it’s going to be a long night.

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[layla4567]

i'M NOT DOING IT

Evan's quicksilver x fem!reader

Summary: The girls (mainly Rogue and you) have the idea of ​​recreating their favorite movie at school for a day. With the proviso that everyone must be dressed in keeping with the theme, and you hope that a certain sprinter will too Warnings: p in v, virgin reader, teasing, suggestive, also fluff Word count: 4k

A/N: I clarify just in case that the personalities of some secondary characters I don't remember so much so I basically invented some things

Rogue shared a room with me and what we liked to do the most was watch old movies, especially "Grease", it was our favorite. We loved the music and the clothes that people wore at that time. We were actually watching it for the fifth time lying on our bellies on the mattress with our elbows propped up on soft pillows and our faces resting on our palms when out of the blue the idea struck me.

"Hey, wouldn't it be great to host a day like Grease?"

"A day like Grease? What are you talking about?"-She asked me confused without taking her eyes off the screen.

"Yes, I mean…"-I straightened up a bit to get a better look at her face- "A whole day dressed as the characters from the movie, we can even decorate the whole school!"

Now Rogue was looking at me with interest.

"And do you think others would like the idea? You know how difficult it is to agree with everyone"

"Well, we'll try! And if they don't want to, we will force them!"

I got up on my knees and slammed my fist against my hand in a determined gesture that made my friend laugh.

Then I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV

"Hey!"

And then I stood up on the bed and started jumping up and down, then jumped down and grabbed Rogue's arm.

"Come on! we have to prepare everything!!"

"Woah, woah wait, now? I thought we would organize it in a few days"

"Do not leave for tomorrow what you can do today"-I wink at her and drag her through the halls giggling

We were chatting in the aisles planning what we were going to buy when we felt a breeze pass in front of us and as if it were an apparition Peter Maximoff stood in front of us with his arms on his hips.

"Hello ladies, what are you doing?"

Peter looked from me to Rogue with a suspicious look and a playful smile.

Peter and i had been dating for a couple of weeks and he always followed me around like a little dog. It's not that he controlled me or was toxic but sometimes he got bored and he liked to know what I was doing and if I could do it with him

"Why do you want to know, to ruin our plans?"-Rogue crossed his arms.

Peter chuckled

"Why do I always think that I want to do bad things?"

And after saying that, the sprinter looked at me with a mischievous smile and raised eyebrows. Why did he always have to misthink everything? I rolled my eyes

"Anyway, Y/n I'm going to look for the other girls to go buy things, we'll wait for you at the entrance of the mansion"- Anna patted me on the shoulder and walked quickly away waving her white locks of hair.

Quicksilver put his hands in the pockets of his silver jacket and looked at me curiously.

"So, May I know what you have to buy?"

"How nosy you are, my dear"

"And so you love me"-he winked

I pushed my cheek with my tongue trying to suppress a smile, Peter knew that I couldn't get mad at him because as he said, I adore him that annoying.

"Ok you win, I'll tell you but promise me that you will join our plans without complaining"

Peter looked at me skeptically and pretended to think about it.

"Fine, spit it out"

"Anna and I are planning to recreate the Grease movie and dress up as the characters from the movie as well as decorate the place with some things."-I said with a beaming smile as I did a little dance.

Peter let out such a laugh that he put his hand to his stomach while bending his entire torso forward

"Don't count me in"-he said while wiping away his tears

I looked serious and indignant at Peter, typical of him always making promises that he doesn't know how to keep..

"But you said you would join!"

"Yeah..I should have thought better of it"

"Peter Maximoff!!"-I exclaimed angrily

Peter hated it when she called him by his full name to get his attention, and it always worked.

"Ok, ok, don't get mad, I'll join on the condition that you give me a kiss"

"How immature you are"

Pet looked at me with puppy dog ​​eyes and pouted. Was he trying to hurt me with that?

"Ugh, not the puppy eyes again"-I sighed

I grabbed Maximof by the face and gave him a tender kiss on the tip of his nose which tickled him and made him laugh, he kept insisting that I give him more kisses so I kissed his forehead, his cheeks and finally his lips. But it was a quick kiss that made Peter give me a disappointed and sad "Oh." He expected something more.

"You will have to wait until you find me in the courtyard when everything is ready"-I blew Peter a flying kiss as I walked away smiling

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I met up with Rogue, Jean and Jubilee to go thrift store shopping. It had taken some convincing for Jean but we did it on the condition that she would not wear skirts or dresses. We headed for the city with the old Renault Jubilee. We not only had to buy clothes for ourselves but also for our colleagues, well, at least those who wanted to participate and if we couldn't buy for everyone, we agreed that those who wanted to participate could wear their own clothes but that they should be as vintage as possible. We entered all the stores we could find and bought dresses, blouses, jackets and also pennants and old posters of singers, I was even able to get a vinyl in almost perfect condition.

Jubilee chose a leather jacket and a white skirt with red polka dots, while I opted for an outfit quite similar to Sandy's in the final scene of the film. Rogue, who was by my side looking at the dresses, praised (in her own way) the black leather leggings that I had grabbed.

"Those leggings are going to look great on you, they'll mark your ass and you'll make Peter follow you behind drooling like a dog"

The girl's comment made the others burst into laughter.

"Anna!"-I screamed as I felt my cheeks turn red.

"Come on, you have to admit that you have Peter eating out of the palm of your hand, he would do anything for you or he wouldn't have agreed to do this."-Jean replied

I smiled proudly, Peter despite being a stressful nuisance at times, I knew that he loved me with all his being and that love was mutual. But I couldn't help but laugh too when imagining him melting just by seeing me in a set of clothes like that.

We finished buying everything we needed and then headed over to Jubilee's cousin's house to rent a food truck just like in the movie. In the meantime, Charles and the other teachers were supposed to be setting up game booths like a real fair. Jubilee's cousin's house wasn't that far but the main problem was trying to get the food truck to the mansion.

"Well, I think we didn't think things through.."-said Jean with his usual pessimism

"What the hell do we do now?"-Said Jubilee

"Don't worry, I'll call Peter, he can bring his car and we'll hitch the truck from behind"

I dialed Pet's number and as always he didn't take long to answer, he was a real sprinter for everything.

"Hey babe, what's up?

"Hi honey, I think we need help with a little matter."

"Aww, do you need me so fast?"

I could feel Peter smile through the phone

"Just this once, I need you to bring your car"

After giving him the address of the house, I barely hung up the phone when we heard the noise of an engine purring behind us and Peter honking with that smirk he always wore. Damn that's how he drove the streets? How unconscious.

"Peter to rescue, uh? What do you need now?"-he said as he got out of the car

"We need you to take this food truck to the mansion, please, will you?"-Jean said

Quicksilver looked surprised at the food truck and whistled but then he chuckled and said

"That's a piece of cake, count me in ladies"

The boy was about to run towards the truck when Jean stopped him with a wave of her hand.

"But! like a normal person would, no super speed"

"How boring.."

Peter made a disgusted face but then he helped us with everything we needed, he started his car. Peter and I were in the lead with the food truck hitched to the back and the girls following closely behind us in Jubilee's car.

It was obvious that Peter was making great efforts not to exceed the speed. It's just that Peter loved his superpower so much that he used it whenever he could and if he didn't, he was terribly bored. Along the way Peter was trying to figure out what we had bought by looking sideways at the bags on my lap but I didn't give him a chance to guess.

"Come on babe let me see what it is"-He said as he put an arm around my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, it's a surprise"-I said leaning on his shoulder

"And wouldn't you do it for a pretty boy like me?"

Peter kept taking quick glances at the bags but without losing concentration on the way.

"Bold of you to say you're pretty"

Maximoff did not resist and tried to put the hand that was around my shoulder into the bag that rested on my lap.

"No, Peter stop! You act like a child!"-I said annoying

I quickly pulled Pet's hand out of the bags and held it tightly between my legs, which was a bad idea because Peter gave me one of his typical smirks and began to gently caress his fingertips along my thighs that were discovered by the skirt that I was wearing

"Peter.."-I said in a warning tone

"You were right, this is more fun"

The sprinter moved closer to my crotch under my skirt and I had to squeeze his arm hard as he let out a contained growl. With all the peace of mind in the world with his free hand Peter now caressed the inner part of both my thighs while with the other hand resting on the steering wheel he drove the car

"I hate you"-I said controlling my gasps

"I know"

We were finally getting to the mansion so Peter stopped the torture but I was still blushing. We both got out of the car while the girls did the same and we unloaded the food truck in the school yard. The teachers worked in the stands assembling wooden stands and painting them. He could see that some were excited and others like Logan would rather sleep on a train track than do all that. I grabbed the bags before Peter knew it and ran with the other girls to our rooms to change.

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Everything was almost finished, from the windows you could see the patio of the mansion full of game stalls like in fairs. It was impressive how they had finished everything so quickly but then I remembered that they had the great help of Quicksilver. Rogue and I were putting on our clothes. Anna had bought a pretty light blue dress with big white polka dots and she wore her hair loose and wavy with a light blue bow headband decorating her head. For my part, I had put on the black leather leggings with the black off-the-shoulder blouse and had curled my hair. I did a fancy spin in front of the mirror to which Rogue excitedly told me.

"My God y/n you are beautiful! You look like the real Sandy!!"

"And you are divine too!"

Anne was about to answer me when there was a knock on the door.

"If it's Peter I'll kill him"

I went to open the door and when I did my eyes widened in surprise. Stalls were Jean and Jubilee. The first one was wearing skinny jeans with the sleeve rolled up a bit to reach her calf and was wearing a white halter top with straps that tied at the neck and was white with small red polka dots. On the other hand, Jubilee wore a beautiful white skirt with red polka dots, the same one she had chosen in the store along with the leather jacket and also a red shirt tied with a bow in front at the navel. Jean wore a curly high ponytail and Jubilee had her hair loose and wavy like Anna.

"Wow.."

Anna who came behind me smiled broadly.

"The girls are beautiful, and you were right Jean, a dress would not have fit you as well as those pants"

"And with those hips that you have you will attract all eyes"-said Jubilee laughing as she bumped her hips against Jean's.

Jean pretended to be angry but couldn't suppress a giggle.

"Well girls, what do you think if we go to the yard to have a good time?"-I said

We all went out to the garden while I carried a basket with clothes in case someone wanted to dress and didn't have the right clothes. When we got out I could really appreciate what a wonderful job everyone had done. Each booth was identical to the one in the movie, they had even managed to recreate the "Shake Shack" where the protagonists dance at the end.

The girls went to order ice cream while I walked towards an arcade. Luckily I was wearing red heels with a wide and thick heel that allowed me to walk on the grass without ending up with the tip of the heel buried in the ground. Henry was manning the booth, I just had to knock over a stack of cans with a ping pong ball.

"Hey y/n, Do you want to try your luck?"

"Give me that ball now"-I said smiling confident

But when I was aiming to throw the ping pong ball I felt that someone had stopped next to me accompanied by a buzz. I was about to make a sarcastic comment about Peter as I turned my head to look at him but when I did the ball almost fell out of my hands. Peter was wearing a white T-shirt with a black leather jacket and matching black pants, plus he had combed back (but no gel) that silver hair he always wore tousled. I didn't even try to suppress a smile, let alone the laughter that flowed from my lips.

"What's up John Travolta"-I said non-stop laughing

"Hey, I don't look so bad and you know it"-he said a little offended as he ran a hand through his hair

I hated to admit it but Peter was right, he looked so sexy in those clothes and I loved it when he ran his hand through his hair like that, but I would never say it out loud to him.

Without answering, I got ready to throw the cans. I usually didn't have a bad aim but that day it seemed like I had forgotten all skill, and to top it off, every time I missed a shot Peter booed me like he was on a soccer field.

"Can you stop doing that?"-I turned to face him furiously

"Nope"

was his mature response while he smiled innocently but his eyes showed mischief

"Ok, try it, I want to see you"

Peter grabbed the ball confidently and started knocking over the cans at full speed.

"No, not like that! that's cheating!"

"Of course not"-he made a face of indignation

"Uhm, actually she's right, it's against the rules"

"Ha!"-I shot Peter a triumphant look.

"Oh c'mon! What kind of rule is that?"

"I'm sorry, rules are rules"-Henry said

"Fine, but if he won you owe me a favor"

I was about to complain but stopped myself, remembering how annoying Peter can be if we don't come to an agreement. He would chase me around the mansion making annoying noises like a 6 year old.

So I gave him my place and he settled in to throw the ball. Even though he wasn't using his superpower, he had a great aim and managed to knock down all the cans without much effort. Henry clapped while Peter strutted around to make me angry.

"The winner can claim his prize"

Henry pointed out the prizes that were there. A panda bear stuffed animal, a Nerf gun, a box of chocolates among other things. Peter was tempted to claim the toy gun but opted for the panda bear

I widened my eyes in surprise, thinking that Peter would choose something else.

"For you"

Maximoff gave me the panda bear that was fairly large, when he proposed it could become very romantic

"Thank you"-I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear flirtatiously

I hugged the teddy bear tenderly as I made my way to the ice cream truck with Peter. He bought a strawberry ice cream for him, he offered me one too but I kindly declined

"You know? I must admit that your idea was not that bad, at least there is free food"

Peter said as he sucked on his ice cream that was threatening to melt while I chuckled.

Hearing Peter admit that I was right was the most satisfying thing in the world. And of course I would not miss the opportunity to tease him.

"Oh sorry, what did you say? I don't think I heard you right"-I said as I placed my open palm near my ear feigning deafness.

"Don't make me say it again"-he frowned

"Or what?"-I smiled mischievously

Peter smiled too as he tipped his ice cream up to my nose. I backed away yelling his name angrily as we started an unequal fight in which Peter wanted to continue smearing his ice cream on my face and I, with one hand grabbing my stuffed animal, tried to push Peter away with the other hand.

"Ok ok I give up!"-I said laughing with Pet

Suddenly the song "You're the one that I want" began to play through a speaker and I gave a scream of emotion that scared Peter and he looked at me as if something bad happened to me.

"Peter, that's my favorite song come let's dance!!"

And without waiting for an answer, I quickly dragged Peter to where the music was playing, which caused him to spill the ice cream on the grass. The other students had also gathered to dance to the song, Jubilee and Rogue were dancing together while Jean had partnered with Scott. I placed the panda bear that Peter had given me on a basket and began to move my hips and feet to the rhythm of the music, letting myself go. I would throw my head back making my curls bounce and move my shoulders gracefully. Peter was gawking at me, it seemed my tight leggings worked. He was somewhat embarrassing to dance in public but he happily joined me. Peter came up behind me following my movements from side to side with his hands on my hips. I turned around so I could place my hand on his shoulders while I clasped my hands behind his neck and we began to move our shoulders forward and backward, accompanying the movements with our torso.

The music was blaring so I quickly trotted over to the "Shake shack" with Peter following behind. I went up the stairs and forced Peter to his knees and then nudged my shoe into his shoulder which left Peter scrambling like a dog as he came up the stairs with a goofy grin on his face. When he stood up and the machine began to move from side to side like a mechanical bull, I hung over Pet like a monkey wrapping my legs around his hips as he hugged my back. We danced back and forth while the others watched us clapping to the rhythm of the song. I looked into Peter's eyes and he did too but I could tell how sometimes he looked down at my waist. My pelvis was brushing against his lower belly and Peter was trying very hard not to blush.

We continued dancing normally until the song ended and we went down exhausted from the "Shake shack"

Now I was the one strutting around in front of Peter walking around like I was a model. Peter had just noticed my black outfit with my red heels and matching lipstick, I couldn't tell but he thought I had a delicious figure. The other students had dispersed from the garden and were playing in the fair stalls or eating, some bored or tired returned to school. I sat on a bench while Peter did the same next to me.

"Not bad up there, huh?"

I leaned an arm on the back of the bench while crossing my legs and staring at him with a smile

"Are you saying it for you or for me?"

Peter made a funny face trying to appear nonchalant, expelling air through the lips making them sound like a trumpet.

"I say it for myself, obviously"

"Well I didn't see that you did much to dance other than not stop looking at my hips. Did you know that my eyes are up?"

I loved making Peter nervous, it was like giving him a taste of his own medicine since he always did the same to me

"Uhmm, yes of course uhmm"-Peter's cheeks turned pink-"W-would you like to go somewhere else? I think there is nothing to do here anymore"

I knew him. When Peter stuttered it was because he wanted to do dirty things.

"Mmh sure, why not"

Peter's countenance was no longer so red and a bright smile graced his face. Immediately afterwards, he lifted me up in his arms and holding my head so as not to suffer a whiplash, he took me running away from there without anyone noticing. In the blink of an eye I was sitting in the back of Peter's car, an old Falcon that he cared for like a pet.

Before I could say anything Peter stole my breath with a passionate kiss. As our tongues swirled in a pitched battle inside our mouths, I clung to Peter's hair, which was more disheveled than before. Pet knew how to kiss me or where to touch. His hands were on the side of my body, high up near my bust.

"Wait...are you sure?"-I said catching my breath

I got a mischievous smile in response and in a second Peter was gone and back with a condom in hand. Peter's wet kisses on my neck made me feel like I was in paradise. It started in my jaw and worked its way down to my shoulders and collarbones.

I threw my head back in pure pleasure, closing my eyes, which Peter took the opportunity to leave kisses and bruises in the central part below my jaw. I moaned softly feeling his teeth softly biting my skin. Peter took off his jacket and left it on the floor of the car while I lay flat on the seat. The boy couldn't wait and began to unbutton his pants. Nervous I looked at him and stopped him

"What's wrong, babe?"-he looked at me concerned with his eyebrows raised

"It's just…it's my first time"

Peter seemed relieved and, smiling, leaned close to my face to whisper to me.

"It's ok, it will probably hurt at first but then it passes"

Peter's words and breath made me start to feel that heat rise up my crotch. In order to better control the thrusts, Peter offered to let him be below and I above him. He started to lower my leather leggin but not completely until he could visualize my entrance. I lowered Pet's boxer so I could put the condom on him, his member was already hard so the task was easier. He soothed me by rubbing my thighs tenderly, I took a deep breath and slowly sat on Peter's member. A sharp, tight pain emanated from my entrance causing me to close my eyes, wincing as I let out a small moan.

"You're doing good baby, keep it up"-said Peter to encourage me

I stayed still for a moment to try to get used to it, when I felt that the pain had passed, I began to go up and down at a slow but constant pace. Peter closed his eyes and tensed his jaw as his fingers dug into my thighs. Our breaths were quickening and a concert of moans was fogging up the windows. All the pain that I felt at the beginning had given way to a sensation of infinite pleasure that ran through my body and my belly like an electric current. I leaned a little closer to Peter's chest and put my hands under his white shirt. He understood and took it away. Dear God, Peter was often ashamed of his body but what he was seeing now was priceless. His pectorals and abdomen were marked like a Greek sculpture. Feverish, I stuck my fingers into his stomach and began to scratch gently while massaging. Peter let out a grunt of pleasure as he frantically raised his pelvis, increasing his thrusts.

I could already feel Peter's member fully hardened inside me while my walls were contracting.

"Fuck peter"-I gasped

"You are very tight"-he growled, making an effort to focus his eyes on me.

We were both practically sweating, I felt my hair stuck to my neck and nape. I increased the thrusts going at a faster pace to be able to reach the climax, and at the least expected moment I felt like a waterfall was released inside me. But Peter wasn't done with me so I kept swaying my hips until he said.

"I-I'm about to.. cum"-Peter's voice came out hoarse with excitement.

I was at the edge of my strength when I felt the warm liquid of Peter come out and fill me under me. I stopped moving and sat still on him while we caught our breath. I slowly withdrew from him as if his cock were made of glass and I was about to break it. I lay down next to him and squeezed until we both got inside. Pet hugged me lovingly as he caressed my back and I rested my head on his sweaty bare chest, I looked up to see him, he looked very sexy with his hair plastered to his face.

"Do you think the others will realize that we are not here?"-I asked suddenly

"Probably, it bothers you?"

"Not at all"

[pandagirl45]

"What even is Captain America? A guy who lived in ice for almost 6 decades?"

"Imagine being that old and lost in time. Maybe he made a deal with the devil."

"I wouldn't be surprise, he isn't human."

The cackles were heard, Steve fought to repress the chirps that could formulate among his sighs. Ever since Bucky own strange dna showing up and his own oddities, he felt the glares. He felt the mockery.

He was use to it. To skinny, sick, weak, and overall a burden to being to much. To strange. Weird. Subhuman. Over and over again. But then he sees Tony talk, the dots of electric arc blue, the super computer for a brain. Bucky who eyes reflected if a light hits them. His k9s being more fangs and the general Mish mash of seasonal hair change.

Then Clint who should have died over and over again. Standing there talking loudly and boldly, next to Sam and Natasha. Sam who was more enthralled with talking to Red Wing and his little Red Robin. Soft tweets being heard as the Falcon didn't pay attention to the strange looks. Natasha own past shrouded.

Old enough to be his mother? Young enough to be his sister? Or something else? She like Clint should have died many times but she hasn't. Injuries healing up far better than others. Her sight... not like Buckys but she has a sense about her that put even Spiderman on edge.

Vision, neither man nor machine. He was something new but comfortable in his skin. He is just is. Pietro, a man who died. Revived. Who can run faster than a bullet. Who body now van deal with Mach 1 speeds at a short burst but even then, he was something else. Magic born? Mutant born? Human born?

Then, the kids. Kurt talking with Ultron eating snacks. Even with the stares from adults, the kids were kids.

Looking around he spotted so many unique people who went through the days and lives with ridicule. Thor and Bruce who stood there confident, so confident people sneered and ran.

Then, he saw a hand on his shoulder and the cologne of redwood. He leaned his head back, to the strangest fella ever. Rhodes.

He seen it all and possibly done it all. He survived thing he shouldn't have. He kept his job even when he was threaten with being fired. He is a superhero. A genius. A guy who moves with grace, wheel chair, walking cane's, or on his own. This phenomenal man, James Rhodes took a seat next to him.

Steve swallowed thickly as the colonel head jutted to tue group that whispered things about them all, "people can be assholes. Heard I was slobbing your knob to stay on the team."

What?! Steve eyes whipped to find who said that only to see Tony tearing someone a new one. Rhodes eyes crinkled with a vicious smile, "Yeah, tones is on a rampage today. Others are joining."

Oh.

He looked around, Natasha polite glares. Clint bold blackmail. Sam fingers moving, a procedure to show the blackmail evidence. Bucky the looming shadow as Tony ripped into a crowd. Bruce face a tint green. Thor chest puffed up.

Oh. This was a war path for them.

"We are heroes Teddy."

Rhodes hummed in agreeance, "but we are still people."

Vision floated as he spoke down to someone. Pietro voice carried with laughter.

"We have every right to express our discontent against assholes, yeah?"

Steve blinked slowly as he watched his friends and teammates take over the night. Natasha taking the kids to eat. Bruce and Thor commanding the dance floor. Tony and Bucky following suit.

"You're right... you want to dance with me?"

Rhodey pressed a soft kiss on Steve cheek, "Come on froggy."

[awesomerextyphoon]

Chaotic Good Trio

Pepper: Do you know why you're here, today?

Ife: We're good people?

Pietro: This country's bullshit?

Loki: I'm just here for the chaos.

Ife: Loki!

Pepper: At least one of you is being honest.

Ife: Fine! What we did was 'wrong'.

Pietro: Really?!

Pepper: Ife, you can at least *try* being sincere.

Ife: Never.

Pietro: I mean, what did wasn't even that bad.

Pepper: Let's review, shall we?

Loki: She brought out the binder.

Pepper: Ife. You stole $15B from the Waltons, set fire to Blackstone's New York HQ, bought and destroyed 15 private equity groups-

Pietro. Nice!

Pepper: Why me? Plastered "Jeff's a Big, Whiny Loser" on Bezos' DC mansion, caused no less than 18 derailments political fundraisers in DC.

Ife: Is that really the worse thing in the world?

Pepper: You have 464 more entries.

Pietro: Hah!

Pepper: Maximoff, don't act like you're innocent! 12 cases of arson against police stations including the NYPD. Multiple Financial Sectors reporting of 'impossible gusts of wind' followed by their mortgage records being wiped out.

Pietro: What? Those places are evil!

Pepper: Hmm Okay. So Loki, care to explain why several museums are missing their entire collection of Norse artifacts?

Ife: He's not wrong.

Loki: Plus their lobbies are atrocious.

Loki: Those belong to my people and our followers.

Ife: Oh! So only the Norse get to take their shit back?!

Loki: You're just mad you didn't do it first!

Pepper: Several yachts have been 'ceremoniously sunk'. Sixty billionaires including the Kardashians have complained about the electricity in their homes being turned off.

Loki: It was rerouted. Also, Kim is insufferable.

Pepper: Enough! You three have enough potential charges to ruin the team!

Loki: Technically, ye-

Pepper: There's no 'technically' to it!

Ife: What Loki means is that while these things look bad now, it was in service of a lot of good.

Loki: The money that we 'stole' was given back to those who were wronged.

Pietro: You know full well that the police are thugs of the state.

Pepper: And it vexes you to no end that people call y'all cops, right?

Pietro: ...Yes.

Ife: Blackstone and other private equity firms have millions of houses in 'holding'! Houses that could be peoples' homes!

Loki: Also, why are you acting like we're the only ones doing this?

Pepper: You three are the most egregious.

Chaos Trio: Fair.

Pepper: We can salvage this-

Ife: No need! I listed out all the things we and sent it out to Ashtoreth for PR.

Pepper: Okay. F.R.I.D.A.Y?

F.R.I.D.A.Y: Yes?

Pepper: Block out my schedule for the next three weeks. I'm taking a sabbatical.

[janeykath318]

Quicktaser

Fall Words: Hayride, costume

Blind dating

Fall words: Hayride, costume

“That’s your date in the Spider-Man costume Darcy. Good luck guessing.”

Darcy rolled her eyes and groaned. Why had she been so stupid to make a bet against Sharon Carter, of all people? The consequences of losing had been forced to attend her halloween party/hayride with a blind date of Sharon’s choosing. Natasha had refused to help, saying Darcy should have known better.

Traitors! she thought furiously, trying to get any hint of Spider-Man’s identity. He was wearing the mask so his face was concealed, but she could see He was tall and lean, but in a filled out grown man way, not a teenager at least. Sharon wouldn’t do that to her.

Spider Man must have recognized her elf costume, because he abruptly left his conversation with Steve and Clint (Superman and Robin Hood, respectively) to approach her.

“Darcy Lewis?” he asked. She didn’t recognize the voice, but it had an accent she thought she’d heard before…..

“Yes, I am. Nice costume, Spidey. May I ask who you are?”

He ripped off the mask, revealing silvery blonde hair and a very attractive, if slightly arrogant smirk.

“Pietro Maximoff, at your service.” He answered, giving a dramatic bow. “I must say, you make a magnificent elf.”

“Thank you,” she answered, slightly puzzled. “I honestly thought you were dead. I’ve heard stories……”

Pietro nodded.

“Yes, well…….it didn’t stick. Unfortunately for Wanda, I am still around to annoy her.”

He shot a fond look at his twin, who was busy dispensing drinks and joking with Bucky.

Darcy chuckled.

“I mean, what are siblings for, anyway?” she agreed, deciding to go with the flow. She’d heard rumors that he was a bit of a flirt, but, hey, might as well have a little fun, right?

“It’s really too bad she didn’t tell me how cute you were,” she went on, adding a touch of flirting as. “I might not have dreaded this so much.”

Pietro grinned at her.

“She did tell me you were very pretty, which is a gross underestimate, but she also told me if I misbehaved, I could expect to experience great pain in the lower regions.”

“Very true,” Darcy admitted gleefully, glad to hear her reputation preceded her. “I keep my trusty taser with me at all times. I really hope I won’t have to use it.”

“So do I,”Pietro agreed, favoring her with a heart-stoppingly beautiful smile. “So do I.”

Sharon and Natasha observed their interaction with decided satisfaction.

“She’s flirting right back. This is going better than I’d expected,” Sharon observed.

“Yes, our plan is off to a great start,” Natasha agreed, sharing a conspiratorial look with Sharon. “If we’d tried a couple years ago, he would probably be on the ground right now.”

“Timing is everything,” Sharon sighed, shooting a wistful look at a certain tall Avenger.

[euriiverse]

why you?

not proofread

“What do you even see in them, anyway?” 

It’s a question that leaves them smiling because to them, it’s as easy as breathing to say that you’re probably the best creature to ever walk this planet. They could write essays, thesis papers, a whole damn novel just to show the very essence of you. And it leaves them baffled; how others seem to look at you like you’re an abstract piece of art, an incomprehensible phenomenon, something inexplainable. It leaves them baffled, why others question the fact that they chose you, why they choose to be with you in the first place. When in fact, to them, they could list a hundred reasons why and it wouldn’t still suffice to explain why. Why you?

But they think- why shouldn’t it be you, in the first place? To them, being with you just makes perfect sense. Knowing you just feels right, and if it happened to be the other way, it would feel as though a curse was placed on them. To them, not being with you would be an abnormality in the universe. It would feel like a miscalculation, a fault. And they think no one will ever understand the way they feel about you. They will never know because maybe, the very reason why they chose you, it’s because it’s you. 

so they say:

“why shouldn't it be them?"

They might never really narrow it down to one word, or phrase, or sentence to explain what they see in you, or why it’s you they chose... but despite that, they really don’t feel the need to know the reason why. It’s ridiculous, they think. Because it’s you, after all. Why should they question you in the first place? 

[billionairebratenergy]

Faster Than Fate

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Pietro Maximoff never believed in destiny—until the moment he saw you. Loving you wasn’t a choice; it was a force of nature, a current stronger than any speed he could outrun, and every day, he proves that no one will ever love you the way he does.

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The first time Pietro Maximoff saw you, the world slowed.

It was a cruel joke, really—time had never been kind to him. It was something he outran, something he never had enough of, something he knew could be ripped away in an instant. But there you were, standing on a busy New York street, completely unaware that you had just shifted his entire existence.

For the first time in his life, he wasn’t moving too fast for the world. The world was moving too fast for him.

Pietro had never believed in fate, never believed in some cosmic force stronger than sheer will. But in that moment, as his eyes locked onto you, he knew—without hesitation, without question—that you were his. His heart, his soul, his future.

And he had to have you.

Without thinking, he was in front of you in a blink, the sudden gust of displaced air making your hair flutter.

You startled, eyes snapping up to meet his. "What the—?"

"Apologies, printessa," he said smoothly, offering you the grin that usually got him out of trouble. "I did not mean to startle you."

You blinked at him, understandably confused. "Did you—where did you come from?"

"Where do you think?" His smirk deepened. "Out of your dreams?"

You huffed a laugh, rolling your eyes. "That was terrible."

He grinned wider. "But it made you smile."

You should have walked away. Should have dismissed him as just another overconfident man in a city full of them. But something about him held you still—something about the intensity of his gaze, the ease in his presence, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

That was how it started.

And Pietro had never stopped chasing you.

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Loving Pietro Maximoff was like being caught in a storm—wild, electric, utterly consuming.

He didn’t just love you, he adored you. Worshiped you. Every glance, every touch, every word out of his mouth was drenched in devotion, as if proving his love was the most important thing he would ever do.

And he was relentless in doing so.

Like now.

"You are staring again," you noted, sipping your coffee as Pietro rested his chin in his palm, his blue eyes tracing every curve of your face from across the small café table.

"Am I?" he mused, not even attempting to hide it.

"Yes," you said dryly, though your lips twitched. "It’s getting excessive."

His grin was slow, teasing. "Hard not to when you look at me like that, detka."

"Like what?"

"Like I am the only thing you see," he murmured, the teasing edge in his voice softening into something more dangerous. "It’s how I look at you, too, you know."

Your heart stuttered, the way it always did when he got like this—when the playful flirtation slipped into something deeper, heavier. When his gaze darkened, his touch lingered, when he reminded you that he didn’t just love you. He belonged to you.

"You’re ridiculous," you murmured, shaking your head.

"Mmm." Pietro hummed, fingers brushing over yours on the table, his thumb tracing the inside of your wrist, where he could feel the steady rhythm of your pulse. "Ridiculously in love with you, yes."

God, you were done for.

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Pietro had a habit of sweeping you off your feet—both figuratively and literally.

It didn’t matter how long you had been together, how much time passed. He refused to let the fire between you dull, refused to let a single day go by without making sure you knew just how deeply he loved you.

That was why, as you walked through the compound halls, he appeared beside you in a blur and, without warning, scooped you into his arms.

"Pietro!" you shrieked, hands flying to his shoulders.

"Yes, moya lyubov'?" he responded smoothly, spinning you effortlessly, the motion sending laughter spilling from your lips.

"Put me down!" you protested, though the amusement in your voice betrayed you.

"But I like having you here." His lips brushed against your neck as he nuzzled against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "You fit so perfectly."

Your fingers curled into his shirt, your heart pounding as his hold on you tightened. "You’re impossible."

"And yet," he murmured, lips dragging over your jaw, "you are impossibly in love with me."

You swallowed hard, pulse hammering. "You shouldn’t be allowed to use your powers for seduction."

Pietro grinned. "Oh, printessa, I do not need my powers for that."

Damn him. He wasn’t wrong.

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Pietro didn’t just love you—he needed you.

It was in the way he reached for you the moment he walked into a room, the way he tucked you against his side when you were sitting together, the way he found some way to touch you, always.

And in the dark, when the world slowed and there was nothing but the quiet space between your heartbeats, he clung to you like you were the only thing anchoring him to the earth.

Like now.

You lay in bed, tangled beneath the sheets, his body pressed against yours, his arms wrapped around you as if he feared you might disappear.

"Pietro," you murmured sleepily, fingers threading through his silver hair.

"Hmm?" His lips pressed against your bare shoulder, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You’re holding me so tight I can barely breathe."

"Good," he murmured, lips curling against your skin. "Then you won’t leave me."

You smiled softly, tracing your fingertips down his spine. "I’m not going anywhere."

He exhaled, his grip on you easing just slightly—but not enough to let you go. "I know. But sometimes, I still feel like I need to remind myself."

You shifted, turning in his arms so you could face him. His blue eyes, always so vibrant, so full of life, held something else now—something raw, something vulnerable.

Your fingers brushed over his cheek. "I’m yours, Pietro. Always."

His throat bobbed, his jaw tightening as he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he had ever held in his hands. "I do not deserve you," he whispered.

You frowned, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Don’t say that."

"It is true." His hand slid along your waist, his touch reverent. "I have never had anything that was truly mine. Not my home, not my family, not my life. But you… you are the first thing I ever cared about more than myself. More than my family. More than anything."

Your chest ached, your heart breaking and swelling all at once.

"That’s how I know," he whispered, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "That you are the love of my life. My soulmate."

Tears burned at the back of your eyes, your breath catching.

And then his lips were on yours, soft at first, then desperate—like he was trying to memorize the taste of you, like he was branding himself into your soul.

You melted into him, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer, as if the space between you was too much.

Pietro never did anything halfway—not even love.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[dahlibae]

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS.

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(wanda maximoff x reader)

summary – wanda is alone: new to the country and the new girl at school. she finds herself being bullied by the popular kids until you step in… her very own knight in shining armour.

warning(s) – drabble: high school au, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, wanda needs a hug!

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Thinking about Wanda who hid herself behind oversized hoodies and kept her head low, hoping no one noticed her slipping into the back of the classroom. She’s the kind of girl who’d sit at the edge of the table, picking at her food, trying not to flinch when laughter erupts from the popular kids' table.

But you’d noticed her.

You’d noticed her as soon as she arrived.

She was the only girl in school from Europe and she never really spoke to anyone, just hovered around her brother, Pietro, and his friends when he’d let her. Most of the time though, he’d pretend as if she didn’t exist. Those moments she was forced to brave the school alone. One time, you saw a group of girls shove past her in the hallway causing her to fall into her open locker. You’d never forget the look on her face, shock registering at the force as the pain in her shoulder began to burn. You’d never forget the tears that followed either.

From that moment, you promised to make an effort with her.

She was going to be your friend.

It started off small: offering her a pencil when hers breaks during a quiz, or saying “hi!” when you passed her in the hallway. She didn’t say much back at first—just a mumbled thanks or a nod—but her wide, startled eyes tell you she wasn’t used to this kindness. Over time, you worked up the courage to start sitting with her during lunch, even though she told you each time she doesn’t want you to feel obligated. “I’m not,” you said with a genuine smile, “you’re good company.” And when she finally let herself believe it, you swore you could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips each time you approached her table.

Wanda was still guarded, but little by little, she began to let you in. You started driving her home after school, even if it meant going out of your way to drive to the other side of town. She spoke more when it was just the two of you, her voice soft and hesitant, like she was still testing how much of herself she can trust you with. She did tell you about Sokovia, about the tragic death of her biological parents - she’s adopted - and about her childhood. She had never told anyone before. You could see that she had always been such an isolated child, always longing to feel at home, even when she did have one for the briefest moment. You could hear the pain laced in every word, and it broke your heart that she’d been carrying so much pain alone for so long. Your friendship hadn’t been going on for too long but you could tell she was already terrified of losing you. That did had meant just as much to you as it did to her. And so, you made it a point to remind her, every chance you get, that you’re not going anywhere.

One day, Maria had made a snide comment at Wanda, before loudly belittling her in the cafeteria for reasons unknown other than the fact that she was just a mean bully. The comments ranged from her appearance to rumours that had been circling the walls of school the last couple weeks. Pietro sat on the other side and just watched. Finally sick of Maria’s shit, you stood up to her, voice sharp and unwavering, and despite your own fear of confrontation. You managed to weave between the tall brunette, shielding her away from your friend, before pushing her away with all your strength. Wanda never said anything, her head was tucked into her chest as she batted at the tears threatening to fall, shoulders shaking as she held in her sobs. You didn’t bother waiting for Maria’s response, grabbing onto Wanda before guiding her out of the school and into the parking lot. Later that day - after bunking the rest of classes- she whispered, “Thank you for earlier,” and you swore you fell in love even harder.

Yes, you were in love with Wanda Maximoff.

You started to believe you had been all this time.

That moment was another turning point in your friendship. Wanda, who never liked physical affection, started to lean into your shoulder when you sat together, just for a moment before pulling away like she’s afraid you’d notice her there (you definitely did.) Wanda, who started leaving little notes in your locker—small, thoughtful things like “good luck on the test today” or “you forgot your favourite pen, I left it here” because, for some reason, you guys had no classes together. Wanda, who never believed in herself but always believed in you.

You had became her safe place, the one person she never had to hide from or fear. “You know, you’re the closest thing I have to a home.” She said to you one night, but you know what that meant, the weight her confession held. And that’s all you needed before you leaned in, pressing your lips softly against hers. She was the first to pull back, a soft laugh escaping her as her breath mingled with yours. Her lips curled into a smile, and her Sokovian accent thickened as she teased, “About time.”

Her laughter melted any lingering nervousness, and you couldn’t help but chuckle along with her, sneaking one last kiss before pulling her into your arms.

Yes, it was about time.

[superherotiger]

Taking Irondad or Dadneto drabble prompts!

Hey everyone! I’m in the mood to write (a rare sight I know) so if you have any small irondad & spiderson OR dadneto & quickson prompts, feel free to send them in an ask and I’ll see what I can do haha!! ✨

-Superherotiger

[randomshyperson]

Saw your drabble list challenge thingie, here's my request, absolutely no pressure or whatsoever though.

Wanda + hugs + no. 24

Your writing makes me so giddy and warm, like a school girl kicking her legs while reading dork diaries.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

prompt: hugging with height difference | warnings: none. |

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The team had thrown a big party to celebrate your return.

Wanda was feeling a bit out of the loop. Of course, she was relieved and genuinely happy that you were back, safe, and with little more than a few scratches on your face. But the setting, a room full of Avengers and anyone else Tony Stark could get at such short notice, wasn't exactly her scene.

Besides, Wanda barely had time to see you. Your sudden arrival at the compound was as quick as your departure - Shield had a lot of questions about your last mission. And the brief wave and a whisper of "see you later" was the only greeting Wanda received.

She forced herself to go to the party - Out of consideration for you and also because the Black Widow had politely persuaded her to attend.

But going didn't mean participating, and Wanda spent most of the night hiding in the bar while you told people all about your adventures in space with Captain Danvers and the God of Thunder - the latter seemed quite happy to have the attention stolen since he could focus on his fiancée Jane, instead of fawning guests.

Wanda hadn't seen Carol since she arrived, and she wished you had been as quick as the captain in escaping the guests.

Her patience grew thin as the night went on. In fact, Wanda could have stopped pouting at any moment and gone to greet you (Natasha's words, not hers) but she ended up being overcome by introversion, and the pain in her feet from the heels she chose, so just before they cut your cake - a birthday lost due to your time out of the planet - she sneaked out.

She could talk to you tomorrow. Or any other day, when she no longer has that nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach every time she imagines herself under your attention, talking directly to you, or being alone in your presence.

The path to the room is lonely since that side of the compound is empty due to the party. She holds her heels in her right hand but almost drops them on the floor when the elevator at the other end of the hallway opens, and you stumble out, breathless as if you were running to catch up with it.

"Hey, Wanda!" Your face lights up with a mix of happiness and relief, having managed to find her, so close to her bedroom door. She shifted her weight between her feet, smiling awkwardly. You tried to seem less flustered. "I can't believe you ran away from my party."

Wanda only realized how much she missed having you torment her when you did it again. She felt a lump form in her throat, surprising herself with the sudden urge to cry. You sighed immediately, as affected to see her again as she was.

"Sorry." She murmurs hoarsely. “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“I know.” You give her a small smile, and Wanda bites the inside of her cheek as she notices your footsteps toward her. “I guess I’m the one who should apologize. For not coming to talk to you sooner.”

She shakes her head. “You seemed busy.”

“Busy for my best friend? Never.” You assure her, earning a tearful laugh from her. Wanda isn’t surprised when your hands find her cheeks, wiping away the tears she hadn’t even realized she’d let fall. It was the first thing you did for her so long ago, back in a cell in Sokovia when you first met her, and something you’ve done ever since whenever she thinks of Pietro. You frown, worried about her tears, and Wanda sniffs softly, trying to control her emotions. “Did I say something wrong?”

She brings her free hand to your left wrist, massaging your skin with her thumb, while your hands linger on her cheeks, caressing the damp skin. “It’s just… so good to see you again.” She confesses, smiling through her tears. "You took a while." 

"The longest months of my life, believe me." You comment, offering her a small smile. There's a quick exchange of glances between you. Wanda thinks she imagines your eyes falling to her lips before you sigh and look at her with such affection that she feels her heart swell. "Come here, Wands."

She doesn't need to be told twice. It's not the first time she's hugged you, but it's only the third. The first time, you carried her in your arms away from a fallen city, and Wanda let her arms wrap around your neck. She couldn't even tell if it could be considered a hug, but it meant the world to her. The second, the first real hug, was on impulse after long training sessions in the tower and you were on enough adrenaline to forget about your super strength. Wanda complained softly, and you never hugged her again after a series of apologies.

But tonight, you wrapped your arms around her. Gentle at first, then as tight as you could. Wanda let her heels slide to the floor, her hands moving up to your back. The height difference between her and a Kryptonian was considerable, but it only made everything more perfect. She didn’t think much, just buried her face against your chest, inhaling deeply and letting her body relax into your hold.

Your fingers wrapped around her hair, massaging her scalp and running through the strands as she felt the heat from her cheeks spread throughout her body. She could no longer tell if it was emanating from you or her.

"I really missed you, witchy." 

She nodded softly at your words, her heart racing in her chest. She realized at that moment that there was no way to put into words the feeling that your absence caused her. She sighed, tightening the hug a little. You seemed to understand exactly what she meant.

[pandagirl45]

Sitting out on a high wind night did well too sooth Pietro's nerves. To block out the viciosness he saw in his sister's eyes. The ethereal storm of red that made him sink to his knees.

No, no, he didn't sink. He stood his ground.

He did. No...

He ran. He sped off till he couldn't.

Right, he got killed and brought back. By the obsessive will of his twin. The twin that his father, was that man even a father(?), favored. A special force of natural.

Strange and Wang, both said loud and clear, chaos. It doesn't have rules nor does it have a ruler. It rules the wielder. It controls the detached and passionate. It chokes the possessed with the lust for all their desires.

The things Wanda wanted, chaos wanted more. The whipping strands that tore, not in reality but into her.

The very strands that left them all nightmares. Him with a second chance. Vision... by the darkness, his one blue orange eye and the other red. Red like he got hit in the eye.

Pietro let the wind kiss his eyes close thinking about the others who are recovering from the ordeal. Wands voice reminding them all...

She isn't done.

He can feel her fingernails in his throat. He can hear her sacchrine whispers.

He can feel her mind bullet hammering into his own mind.

His body vibrating, Pietro laid back kicking his feet to create his own gust. Seeing the synthetic with a blanket and a thermo, the platinum blonde (HA, white as death that nabbed him. Pink as the strands the painted his scalp) reached out.

"Can't sleep?"

Vision sat by him, not floating but full on sat, "I hear her... I checked on the others... she won't stop. Not with us... not with them..."

Taking a slow sip, the speedster laid on Vision shoulder, "we need to stop her first. We need to."

Vision head face outward, from where Pietro laid on the cool as wind shoulder, he knows he is looking beyond the golden yellow fields of grass, "you're right."

He wishes he wasn't...

"Vision! You stupid fucking toaster!" Pietro stared at the empty skies. He wish he wasn't right.

[reginaphalangelobster125]

Heyy, because I love your writing so much I wanted to ask something!

So what about Wanda Maximoff x reader like romantic... like wands and y/n are really really close friends, but also they're in love with each other, and because of the Valentine's Day Wanda will take a step and will send her secret love greetings all week long such as (flowers, love letters...) and y/n, She's so curious about who's sending them to her that she finally catches Wanda in the act.

And they 💋

I hope u understand, because I'm so sorry about my English!

THANK YOU!

This is SUCH a cute request, I love it!! I decided to turn it into a drabble series, I hope you enjoy!

Not So Secret Admirer - February 7th

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You start getting anonymous Valentines and you're determined to find out who is sending them.

Warnings: None, just cute

Word Count: 400

Part 1 of 7

February 7th

You had just finished your morning training session with Steve when you walked back to your room. As you approached you saw a single red rose placed delicately in the door handle. You tilted your head to the side as confusion painted your features. You plucked the rose from the door and took a deep breath. The beautiful aroma coating your senses, it was sweet and fresh, you could smell the faint remnants of water droplets.

You opened your door and were met with rose petals beneath your feet. You let out a soft giggle and your face was painted with a huge smile. You looked into the rich red and it reminded you of one person and one person only. Wanda. The depth and complexity mingled with the soft nature and beauty.

You had known Wanda for a long time, you became an Avenger around the same time she did and you bonded with each other very quickly. You had lost people close to you so you were able to help Wanda with her brother's death. She told you all about Pietro and Sokovia, she even taught you a few words and recipes. Wanda was your best friend, the person you trusted, the person you always turned to, the person you loved.

"Y/n" The sound of Sam saying your name startled you out of your thoughts.

"Yes?" You ask as you open the door.

"You busy?"

"No, is something the matter?"

"I need your advice"

"Come in" You usher him over to the couch and sit down.

"See I've got this friend. And my friend is in love with their best friend and they won't say anything. Their friend is clearly in love with them too but my friend can't see or maybe is afraid of seeing it"

"I think I know the solution"

"You do?'

"It's simple. Tell Bucky how you feel"

"Bucky?! What?!"

"Just tell him, Sam. Like you said, he clearly loves yo back"

"He does? No, that's not my point. The friend isn't me"

"Sure they aren't"

"No, I really mean it"

"And I believe you"

"Stop that"

"Stop what?"

"Saying you believe me when you don't"

"Okay, Sam"

"You know you are just so-" He took a deep breath "I have to go, I'm late for training"

"With Bucky?"

"Yes, no, just stop it!"

You laughed to yourself as he stormed out of your room, you knew he was crazy but this was new.

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