anonymous asked:

pietro/reader oneshot where the reader is worried about a mission and she can't sleep and neither can pietro so she sleeps in pietro's room and he cuddles with her and comforts her. he's surprised by her fear because she's usually up for a fight so he knows it's serious. lots of fluff and cutesy moments 💕

Mission: Scaredy-Cat

Warnings: Fluff??

  Pietro Django Maximoff… The words scribbled over the paper, then the pen was set down beside it. The receptionist handed you a key, and you and your mission partner headed upstairs. He opened the door for you, and you walked inside, waiting for him to follow. It was late evening, and the sun was setting. The two of you were on a special mission– to steal an item of great worth from one of HYDRA’s facilities. You would begin on the morrow, but Pietro thought it wise to rest well before then. So there you both were, in a hotel room for two.
  Pietro sighed, sliding the jacket from his shoulders. You set out two bags of fast food on one of the tables, opening them up.
  After a quick meal, the two of you washed up, and prepared for bed. The sun was long set, thus darkening the room. You sighed at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, and tied your hair up in a messy bun.
  Soon you climbed into one of the beds, flicking off the lights. Pietro was already in his bed, covers pulled up to his chin, staring at the ceiling. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your racing heart. Something felt off about this mission, and it stirred you. But by and by you fell into a fitful sleep.

* * *

  You woke to a start, your violent dreams clear in your mind. You looked over at Pietro, who was in the same position he’d been in when you’d fallen asleep. Sighing, you rolled over onto your side.
  “Pietro?” you whispered, and he stirred, turning his head to look at you.
  “What?” he mumbled, clearly tired. You sat up, tossing the covers off.
  “I scared.”
  “Of what?” He propped himself up on his elbow, brushing his hair out of his face. You folded your hands in your lap, staring down at them.
  “I don’t know,” you admitted, and Pietro raised his head.
  “Come here,” he said, and you slipped out of your bed, walking to his. He sat up, and straightened the pillows. When you sat down, he wrapped his arm around you, making you to lean against him. You laid your head on his chest, sighing softly. “What’s bothering you?” he asked, and you shook your head.
  “This mission,” you said. “S. H. E. I. L. D. has never sent just two people on something like this before.” Pietro looked down at you.
  “But you’ve always been up to the challenge before,” he said. “You volunteered for this one.” You nodded.
  “I know, but I didn’t think it would be just us.” You sighed again. “What happens if one of us gets in trouble? What happens if both of us get caught? The whole mission will be ruined, and I can’t help but think what they’d do to us. And it frightens me.” Pietro pulled you tighter against him, resting his chin on your head. He gently pressed a kiss into your hair.
  “It’ll be okay,” he said, slipping his other arm around you. You snuggled closer to him, closing your eyes.

blurayne2020 asked:

Preach. I was invited to go to a Quinten Terentino theme bar night and someone suggested that I go dressed as Djangos wife. I couldn't get past the first thirty minutes of that movie without bursting into tears.

Django’s…wife…? What the hell?