It’s been a long time since I’ve written a story for y’all. I hate to admit it, but life gets in the way sometimes and there’s not much I can do to stop it. Despite life, my love and my thoughts always stayed with my tumblr family as I continued to extend my hiatus far beyond what I ever expected.
Given unmentionable world-wide circumstances, I would like to try and bring a little peace and happiness back to that family!
For as long as circumstances allow, my requests are open Given my goal to spread a little peace and joy, however, I will not be accepting angst requests. Anything and everything else will be accepted, written, and posted within a week.
Good afternoon, my lovelies! So, Pietro has been lacking in love on my blog, and I’m here to give him a little. I was going to make this smutty, but I was feeling more fluff on this one. But, if you have any smut requests, drop them in my inbox! (I accept all sorts of requests) I love y’all with all my heart and thanks for sticking around. Have a wonderful day xoxo
Description: You decided to have some relaxing time alone after having a terrible traing day with Natasha by taking a bath. Everything seems peaceful until your sassy, Sokovian boyfriend barges in.
After a long and hard day of intense training with Nat, you decided that you needed to unwind. You walked stiffly to the bathroom, the tenseness in your muscles already settling in. You reached down into the bathtub and turned on the water. The muscles in your lower back shouted with pain as you pulled yourself back up. Nat had handed you your ass today. The training session focused on everything she was good at: stealth, take downs, and sparring. You didn’t stand a chance against her, and both of you knew that.
As the tub began to fill with water, you threw some oils in to help soothe your sore body. You stripped yourself of your clothes agonizingly slow, grimacing at every slight movement that you made. Bruises were starting to surface all over your skin, and you hoped they would fade away fast. You couldn’t go to Tony’s party, which was in two days, covered in purple blotches. When the water was filled a little more than halfway, you let your bare body sink into the hot water. It stung your nerves a little bit, the heat turning your skin slightly red, but the oils and warmth released all the tension.
The lights were off, the only sources of light were the couple candles scattered around the bathroom. You had turned on a playlist that you always listened to when you needed to clear your head. You sunk a little deeper into the water, letting it envelope your body up to your neck. You sighed, looking out the window to gaze at the stars. It was a shame that the Tower wasn’t in a more isolated place, because then you would be able to see hundreds of stars and constellations. But in the heart of New York, that was never going to be possible. The moonlight lit your face, casting a soft glow over it. Just as you finally began to feel weightless, a pair of feet pounded against the tile, stopping next to the tub. The only person who would ever barge in on you bathing was the one, and your only, Pietro Maximoff.
You opened one of your eyes to look up at him, making no effort to cover up your visibly naked form. He had seen it countless times before, and you were completely comfortable around him.
“Yes, my love?” You inhaled deeply, preparing yourself for some sort of rant about Tony or Wanda. You sat up a little, so that you could see him better.
“Move forward, princessa.” He pulled off his tight shirt, revealing the toned six pack underneath it. You thought you saw a hint of lust in his eyes.
“Uh, uh. Nope, we’re not doing this right now. I had my ass kicked all day long and I just want to relax. Please, Pietro.” You had a sassy boyfriend, so the only way to get your way was to sass him right back.
“I do not want to do anything tonight. I just want to take a bath with you, F/N. You are not the only one who had a rough day.” His eyes dropped down, the tiredness in his face made your heart ache. Maybe you shouldn’t have snapped at him so quickly. Your hard expression softened into a concerned look, and you scooted forward, making room for your boyfriend. Once he was stripped completely, he stepped into the tub behind you, and sat down, putting each of his legs on either side of you. When he stopped fidgeting from trying to get comfortable, you moved back and leaned against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your body, and you tilted your head back, kissing him on the cheek.
“So, tell me what’s wrong, baby.” You whispered against his skin, looking up into his steel, blue eyes. He didn’t hesitate to confess his day to you. You were the only one who he ever was open about, and you were the only person, besides Wanda, who knew the real Pietro behind that smart ass facade. He began to tell you about how bad his training session went with Clint, and how he was never about to outrun Bucky. Apparently, every time he tried running past him, his vibranium arm would instantly stop the blue streak.
As he went on, you realized he was just having one of those bad days. You told him that tomorrow would be better, and to not be bitter towards either of the men. He grudgingly complied, holding you closer to him. Pietro kissed your temple, then rested his cheek against the top of your head.
“You know I’m not one to share, right? You’re lucky you’re going to walk unscathed from this. If it was anybody else, I would have knocked them on their asses by now.” You winked at him, a smile pulling onto your face.
“I guess that means I am special, no?” He gave you that signature smirk, and chuckled, tilting your head up with his index finger. He placed his lips against yours in a tender and gentle kiss. You pulled away, smiling up at him.
“I wouldn’t mind sharing the tub with you more often.” You bit your lip, a tinge of lust filling your eyes. You turned your upper body towards him and traced the scratches on his back that you had given him the night before when things got heated.
“But, just maybe you won’t leave unscathed next time.”
I decided to do a one shot of my own imagination, and I hoped you liked it! Reminder: All taglists are open, and if you have a request, drop it in my inbox. I love you all so much, and thank you for reading. You’re all amazing and beautiful. xoxo
You pull the clip from your hair, shaking it out as you walk down the hallway. Tony had let you know that he’d kept your room as it was before, saying something soppy about always knowing you would come back. That you had taken with a pinch of salt, especially judging by the melodramatic tone to his voice as he fake sobbed. And although Pietro’s bed was verycomfortable, as you had already found out, you had decided that staying the night in his room would raise a little too much suspicion. As Barton had taught you all those years ago, back when you had trained together, any relationship was one to be exploited by your enemies.
“Y/L/N.” A voice has you spinning round, lips curled into a painted smirk. Good thing you had reapplied your lipstick; the smudged red hadn’t quite carried across the polished appearance you wanted.
Rogers hesitated; mouth ajar as you tilted your head. Did you still render him speechless? Or was this just some newly-developed inability to properly articulate.
“Rogers?” You had been tempted to call him Steve, just to see his reaction. But you were no longer those people and sticking with surnames made everything a little less messy. No one could accuse you of leading him on if you were this impersonal.
“I wanted to check that, since we are now working together again, that our relationship will be strictly professional.”
You tilted your head, wiping an imaginary smear of lipstick from the edge of your lips. “I hadn’t expected anything to the contrary, Captain.”
Okay, you hadn’t been able to resist that one. The title was bound to raise some internal questioning; his affinity for it in the bedroom was hard to forget, and you were desperate to crack that hard exterior a little more. It was what he deserved, in all fairness. Despite your own little pretense, it had hurt to come back to see some SHIELD agent on his arm, with whatever the two of you had had brushed under the carpet. No, you hadn’t been official, but you were close enough to expect some sort of exclusivity.
“How’s Sharon?”
Rogers fidgeted, uncomfortable under your gaze, as he fought to keep his body language neutral. You hated that you could still read him so well. At least he seemed to harbour some feelings of guilt. He coughed. “We, uh, ended things a few months ago. Our work schedules didn’t coincide enough for it to work out.”
You pursed your lips. Interesting. “Oh, that’s so sad. You seemed like such a great couple, very… well suited.”
“Yes…” His voice trailed off, the conversation coming to an awkward end. He fidgeted with something in his pocket, clearly searching for either a way out or a means of continuing the conversation. You decided to put him out of his misery, smiling softly.
“Well, don’t worry about any unprofessionalism on my part, I’ve already made a start on contacting Manfredi.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket, and waved it at him as though it was some sort of irreproachable proof. “Although he seems to have disappeared into retirement. I was thinking of heading over to Howard’s old villa in LA; Tony hates the place but never found it in himself to sell it.”
Rogers frowned; suspicion etched into every line on that perfect skin. “I’m afraid that we cannot permit you to go alone.”
Permit. You had forgotten how formal he was, every inch a 40s gentleman. (Although he had really taken on board 21stcentury dating values with a fervour no one had expected.) It had been sweet, now it was just amusingly ironic.
To go alone though? That’s where the issue must lie. Your painted lips twitched into a barely suppressed smirk, Rogers’ jaw clenching in reaction. “Oh, I would never even dream of it. Tony has already cleared it with Director Fury and booked tickets. Of course, you are welcome to come along as long as there will be no tiffs between you and Tony.”
The mere suggestion of Tony usurping his prized position of team captain has the vein popping on his forehead. It pulsed as he inhaled deeply, a dark looking flashing in his eyes. Rogers scowling brought back unpleasant memories of screaming in the hallways and furious fights in the days after finding out about his one-sided decision to break up. Somehow the letter he must have sent never arrived; that was the only way you could excuse his not-quite-cheating-but-still-morally-dubious new relationship.
“I’ll contact Romanoff about heading the team while we’re away. Draw up the plan and have it on my desk by this evening.”
His posture was stiff, back unnaturally straight. Was that a side effect of the super soldier serum, or just the 40s thing about mannerisms and the ‘way one should hold themselves’? That finishing school you had attended for a term had tried to drill that into you by forcing you to wear a strange iron contraption; maybe that had been typical in the 40s. It wouldn’t have surprised you to learn that Rogers, as a sickly weedy boy, had needed it to sort out some scoliosis or another back issue, and had never unlearnt the posture.
You nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Satisfied by his shaky inhale, you gave him a little wave goodbye before turning on your heel and heading back in the direction of your room. Hopefully there would be no more unwelcome conversations with bitter ex-teammates (or well ex-but-now-teammates-again) in your two minute walk to your door.
The elevator dinged, doors sliding open to reveal exactly what you had hoped to avoid. Some kind of fucking intervention.
“Barton, Romanoff, Banner.” You straightened, smiling politely as you stepped in. They took a literalstepback, leaning out of the way as you pressed your floor number, and you struggled to keep you grin under control. God, it was as if you had some sort of plague.
The elevator remained silent.
Was it too much to make some inane comment about hoping to work well together and looking forward to fighting by each other’s sides again?
Probably. And you really didn’t fancy pissing off two sometimes very scary assassins and a man that turned into an angry green thing. Although you and the Hulk had ended up quite close the last time you were around. Maybe he still liked you; another ally in this ‘sea of mistrust’. Mm, that was really quite poetic – Tony would love it. Something to chuck into one of those speeches he regularly made to the public to assure them of the necessity of superheroes.
You slipped your lipstick out of your clutch, reapplying it to your pout as you admired your reflection sliding out of sight. Thor stepped in, grimacing as he caught sight of you. Ouch. You reaffixed your polite smile, feeling it begin to wilt under the pressure of four glares.
Ooh, good. Your floor was next.
“Lovely seeing you all.” You dropped the smile as soon as you had turned away from them, wrinkling your nose. Ugh. They weren’t even trying, and it was hardly as if you were completely in the wrong.
Your door finally drew within sight. You could just imagine the warm shower with that insane pressure which managed to somehow soothe every muscle, and your wardrobe of clothes that you really had missed.
A cough behind you drew your attention, and you sped up. Yes it was childish to walk away from whoever was seeking you out, but you just wanted that nice long shower, maybe a nap, before you had to face everyone again at Tony’s mandated team-bonding dinner. Apparently it was something that they did with every new teammate, and repeated weekly. You had tried to argue that you were hardly new, and that you weren’t a big fan of fostering animosity, but there had been no convincing Tony.
“Y/N.”
You pursed your lips, twisting them upwards into your best impression of a smile. This was so unfair. You had been mere seconds away from opening it and kissing the ground in thanks for avoiding another interaction with one of the many people in this Tower who hated you. “Wanda.”
“I had thought you were dead.” The witch drew closer, fingers crackling scarlet as she stalked towards.
“Don’t you mean hoped?”
She laughed, a horrible cackle that really just cemented your image of her as that wicked witch in the stories your mother used to scare you with. “I’m glad we’re not pretending to be friends.”
Right. Because she had been trying in the first place.
A dull pressure mounted against your temples, and you grimaced. “Still trying to get in my head?”
“I will break down those walls at some point. And I will reallyenjoy finding what’s behind them.”
Good to know she was still struggling with whatever natural barrier you had to your power. It was what had allowed you to get so close to the Maximoff twins while undercover, a genetic aid that you hadn’t counted on but quickly rose you to the top ranks of the facility.
“I’m worried it’ll be a little too raunchy for that pure mind of yours. I mean, a robot is bound to be a little bland in bed, ĉ?
She clenched her jaw at the slight at her relationship and the sound of her own language, red haze growing larger. Hm, she had grown more powerful since the last time you had seen her. It was now impressive, rather than merely a parlour trick using nightmares.
“Hey, hey, hey, mali myš.” Pietro placed a hand on Wanda’s shoulder, appearing between the two of you in a flash of blue.
He furrowed his brows, eyes disappointed as he turned to face you. You shrugged in response. In all honesty, you had just wanted to get to your room. Yes, you had antagonised her. But she had started the conversation.
He turned back to his sister. “Come on, Tasha wanted to speak to you.”
You frowned at the nickname for Romanoff. No, jealousy was irrational, it wasn’t as if he was yours. You let out a bitter sigh as he disappeared with his sister, the disappointed look etched into your brain. He had always wanted the two of you to get along, but you always just ended up riling each other up.
Pietro blamed you, knowing his sister inside and out helped to show that your “arrogance” was exactly what had destroyed any blossoming seeds of a positive relationship. You preferred to call it a façade to disguise any weaknesses to potential enemies. He had sighed at the poor attempt at humour, and the conversation had ended there.
You had a funny feeling he would be wanting to rehash it.
Can’t Help Falling - [Request] The reader gets frequent dizzy spells and one day she was helping decorate for Christmas by stringing lights/garland and suddenly gets very dizzy and falls over the bannister and Pietro manages to catch her right before she hits the floor
Baby, It’s Cold Outside - [Request] “You’re my new neighbor and we’ve never spoken but you saw me shoveling snow all day and i guess it must be pretty obvious how cold i am because you brought me a jacket and hot cocoa"
Hanging On - [Request]Fighting on the top of the Avengers tower with Pietro and the rest of the Avengers and you shield him from a barrage of bullets and then you’re pushed off the top of the tower and end up hurtling towards the ground and when you wake up you’re in intense pain because of the poison in the bullets and Pietro is helpless to do anything.
Sunshine:Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 -You and Pietro have a young daughter, Teya, who may possibly have powers but no one knows what they’ll be. You two are playing with her when you get called away for a mission. After that mission, nothing will ever be the same.
Talking Body - [Request:] Reader sees Pietro shirtless and she ran away blushing cause she has a huge crush on him and Pietro ran towards her and kissed her. Cute & fluffy
Take a Breath, Take a Chance - Imagine dancing with Pietro at Tony and Pepper’s wedding and having your first kiss.
Don’t Go- [Request] Imagine having the same powers as Pietro with an addition of accelerated healing and he loves you but you take his place and save Clint and the boy and he commends you for that but is angry you almost died
April Fools -Imagine Pietro’s first April Fools Day prank ending disastrously.
Knock You Down [Request]Reader is SUPER badass (like more than Nat) and pins someone (preferably Pietro) and makes fun of him? Like, “oops didn’t see u there” or “didn’t see that coming?”
Summary: May I request a Pietro x male reader where the reader is a magic user and avenger and is friends with Wanda however is less than friendly with her brother because he can’t tell if the lovey dovey emotions flying off of Pietro are real or wishful thinking so he tries his best to just ignore him so his crush goes away ( a useless but valiant attempt) but Pietro decides to confront the reader
A/N:I’m quite happy to admit that I think this is the cutest shit I’ve ever written. Enjoy, all!
‘Culpability’
“Did I do something to you?” Pietro said as he slammed the bedroom door behind him. You looked up from over your laptop screen. “I beg your pardon?”
Your powers were typically pretty sensitive; you could feel the irritation coming off of Natasha when ice cubes were put in her bourbon. However, you didn’t even need powers to see that Pietro was fuming. “Did I do something to offend you in some way?” He repeated. “I… don’t think so, why?”
“Oh, let me think,” Pietro said, scoffing loudly. As he listed reasons, he touched each of his fingers. “If I walk into a room, you walk out of it; you only speak to me when spoken to; we don’t hang out socially; you’d sooner spend time with my sister than with me!”
“I-I’m sorry, Piet,” you stammered, shutting your computer and standing up. “I don’t know what to say.” “You could start with an explanation!” “For what? Behaviour that only you have noticed?” “If you like, yes.”
Rolling your eyes, you planted your hands on your hips and began to pace. “Look, I’m sorry if you think I’ve been acting strange, but I- I promise it’s not intentional. You’ve not done anything to offend me, and I’d appreciate you admitting that I’ve not done anything either.”
For a minute, Pietro considered your angle. He considered your apology – and it’s apparent authenticity – and he considered leaving you be to begin anew. However, something didn’t sit quite right with him. Your powers began to manifest themselves, picking up on his suspicion. Sometimes you really wished they’d pack it in. After all, they were the reason you were in this mess!
“Sorry, but… No, I’m not letting this go. I noticed it last week, and I’ve continued to notice it since,” he explained, flopping onto your bed with exasperation that seemed to radiate off of him. “I thought about sulking but decided to confront you instead. Dude, just tell me what’s going on.”
You chewed the inside of your cheek for a moment, glancing to the side, to the bedroom door, wondering if you could escape before the man with super-speed would catch you. Just the thought of a chase against Pietro Maximoff made your pulse race. How had it come to this?
“I don’t want to talk about it,” you grumbled. Pietro’s powers kicked in on account of his rage; before you knew what had happened, he was right in front of you, jabbing a finger in your face. “There you go again!” He cried. “Brushing me off, acting like I’ve got no feelings to get hurt by this.”
“I- I know you have feelings, dumbass,” you replied curtly, pinching the bridge of your nose. “That’s the problem!” When you tried to turn away, Pietro grabbed your forearm and turned you back to face him. No more excuses, he’d decided. No more pushing him away. Whatever problem you had with him was being handled, right here, right now. “You’ve already admitted that there’s something going on now. You might as well just tell me. What do my feelings have to do with this?”
“They’re really damn loud!”
Pietro wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. Loud? What was that supposed to mean? Surely everybody’s feelings were the same volume, unless they were especially emotional. At least, that was how Wanda had explained it to him. When she heard people’s thoughts, it was louder only when they were passionate.
Or when they were about her.
“Oh,” he murmured. You could see the penny dropping as a wave of copper over his face; a flash of gold in his eyes. “Yeah. Oh,” you chuckled.
“You mean…” “I wasn’t sure if it was just wishful thinking, or if I was reading something wrong. At one point, I had Banner look at me because I thought my powers were malfunctioning.”
Pietro was slowly lowering himself onto the bed. Of course. Why hadn’t he thought of this possibility sooner? There was a reason your behaviour had bothered him so much – he’d had a stupid crush on you since the minute you’d met. It wasn’t extraordinary to assume he’d given off some form of readable emotion regarding it.
“I couldn’t believe that anybody would feel that way inclined about me,” you continued to explain, seating yourself next to him. “So, I didn’t. I thought by ignoring you that maybe I’d stop seeing it, or that I’d stop feeling it myself. Unfortunately, it made both of us worse.” “You… felt the same?” “Still do, if I’m being perfectly honest. I tried not to, I really did, but you really wormed you way in here,” you smiled, tapping the centre of your chest.
The smile on Pietro’s face at this point was giddy; he felt like a schoolchild being asked to get ice-cream. He cleared his throat once or twice and looked momentarily at the hands in his lap. “So, uh, what does it look like then? When your powers get to work.” You grinned bashfully. “Depends what they’re feeling. When Steve hears old music, he gets this cloud of blue about him. Wanda turns silver when she sees you. All shiny and glittery.”
“And what did I look like when you… when you figured it out?” “You were yellow,” you chuckled, biting your lip. “All in your eyes, and your hair, and the tips of your fingers. Warm, daffodil yellow. I’d only seen it once before, when my grandpa looked at my gran.”
“And now?” He asked, looking up at you with wide eyes. “What do your powers say I’m feeling now?” “Now, I’m… trying my best not to use them.” “Why’s that?” “Because it feels like cheating. I want to be able to figure it out on my own.”
Pietro laughed lightly, before rushing to cover his mouth. He hadn’t meant to find that so endearing. When he removed his hand, you saw him to be smiling. He’d bitten his lip into a beautiful velvet pink. However, the colour that dusted his cheeks was all him. Not your powers, or any emotion. Him.
“Allow me to give you little hint, then,” he smiled, bringing the pink velvet closer.
Earth’s Mightiest Heroes… This is the collection of all my Reader Insert imagines for characters other than the main character masterlists, or character non-specific fics. They’ll be a female reader, unless otherwise specified, and are in chronological order so they get better as you go on (supposedly). Enjoy!
