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Pietro Maximoff Imagine #8-Requested

Anon: Hi! Sorry to bother you but I came across your blog and I fell in love instantly! I was wondering if you do a PietroxReader but the reader is extremely shy and he tries to break her out of her shell??? Thank you hun! xxoo

A/N: OMG YOU WOULD NEVER BOTHER ME BLESS YOUR SOUL NO NO YOU NEVER WOULD BOTHER ME!!! xox AND OMG I WISH I KNEW WHO YOU WERE SO I COULD LOOK AT YOUR BLOG AND LIKE AN REBLOG AN JUST LOVE ALL OF IT AND COMPLIMENT YOU BUT THE STRUGGLE IS REAL BECAUSE ITS ANON AHHH!

You had been with the Avengers since the whole team has started. You were recruited by Barton and Nat. The three of you had been working for SHIELD for the longest time and you were the best agents, Barton with the bow, Nat with her guns, and you with knives. The only times you really ‘socialized’ (if anyone would call it that) was when you were fighting with the Avengers. Any other time, you didn’t talk at all. It’s not that you disliked anyone or that you didn’t want anyone talking to you, it’s just that you were extremely shy. You didn’t really know how to start a conversation and you always jumbled up your words because you were so shy. Things only got worse when the slightly older Maximoff always attempted a conversation with you but you always left him with one word answers or just simple gestures. You had developed a small crush on the twin but had no intentions on telling anyone or doing anything about it.

You were currently sitting with Nat, Stark, and Thor as they were watching some show as you read silently on the couch. Tony, Stark and Nat were on one couch and you had recently joined and sat on the adjacent couch. The book was about to reveal something really important until you felt the spot on the couch next to you sink. You lifted your gaze from the mesmerizing words into just as mesmerizing-if not more-blue eyes. Pietro had taken a spot next to you and was currently smiling at you. He winked at you and you blushed deeply trying to turn your attention back to the book. You read on, trying to ignore the fact that Pietro put his arm around you and cleared his throat as he did so.

“What book are you reading?” He whispered in your ear, causing your face to heat up again. You gave him a side glance and cleared your throat.

“To Kill A Mockingbird.” You responded curtly, showing him the cover as you kept reading. You didn’t mean to ignore him but you didn’t know what else to say. You felt someone subtly kick your shin and you looked up. You saw Nat who had here eyebrows raised and gave you a warning as if she was telling you to talk to him.

“Do you like it?” Pietro continued, oblivious to Nat’s actions. You turned your head and almost lost your breath to the close proximity of his face. You nodded, getting lost in his eyes. He glanced down at your lips and looked back up at you, tilting his head slightly.

“What is it about?” He asked, not actually interested in the book, just interested in you. He was fascinated by how humble you were. He wanted to get to know you. He wanted you to let him in. He wanted to be the first person to show you what this world had to offer. He wanted you to let him love you with all his heart. But you were making it difficult. You were about to answer but his sister, Wanda came in asking for his help. Pietro reluctantly went with his sister, but not before planting a cheeky kiss on your cheek, leaving you in a blushing frenzy.


After the show had finished it was late. Nat grabbed your arm, not so gently (she wasn’t mad it’s just in her nature) and dragged you to her room. She sat you on the bed, closed the door and and looked at you as if you were crazy.

“What?” You asked confused.

“Pietro was trying to talk to you and you just brush him off!” She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“He was asking me simple questions! How else do you want me to answer yes or no questions? You know I’m shy Nat.” You explained quietly.

“I know that Y/N, but the poor boy is making an effort. He doesn’t ever ask me anything unless it’s about how to talk to you.” She admitted looking at you. You were surprised at the new information.

“I know you like him and I know that you’re really shy around people but please make an effort if not for his sake, then for your own.” Nat practically begged. You took a deep breath.

“What if he doesn’t like me after he gets to know me? What if he gets tired of the ‘shy loner girl’ that everyone knows?” You asked Nat.

“Then I will personally beat the shit out of him. But don’t assume that of him if you don’t even know him.” She said sitting down next to you, looking at him expectantly. You sighed again and nodded. Standing up and walking out the door.

“Make sure you remember your name!” Nat teased me as I rolled my eyes and walked towards the kitchen. It was getting pretty late and you missed the dinner that the Avengers had because you slept through it and Pietro told everyone to let you sleep (usually it was Nat that told them but surprisingly to you it was Pietro). You weren’t hungry until now and if you got food earlier you might of run into someone who would want to talk but you being you wouldn’t know how to reply. You just decided that now would be your best chances to avoid conversation.

You felt like eating Frosted Flakes, the best cereal ever created in your opinion. You opened the pantry and saw that it wasn’t in its usual shelf. You looked higher and saw it on the very top shelf. Damn you Thor. You  thought. The both of you enjoyed this cereal and he has placed it on the shelf that you can’t reach several times before where you have to constantly confront him nicely and ask for him to move it down. And when you did he would laugh and comment puny human and chuckle and tease you about your height while making sure that there were no knives around and that he was at a safe distant. Thor was someone that you just genuinely felt comfortable around, even if you were really shy. You didn’t want to bother Thor or Nat so you tried to reach for it. Your fingertips were almost there until you felt a presence behind you and saw a longer arm emerging from behind you as it grabbed the box the you almost had. You saw that their sleeve was grey. Shit. You thought. You turned around and saw Pietro standing there with a gentle smile.

“Hungry?” He asked as he held the box of cereal up. You blushed and tilted your head sideways slightly nodding your head. He smiled and reached over you again, his face coming close to yours, feeling his hot spearmint breath on your face.

“Do you want milk?” He whispered as he made no attempt to move back.

“Yes please.” You managed to get out. He smirked and walked over to the fridge, giving you a chance to collect yourself and think straight. He poured the milk in after pouring the cereal and put a spoon in the bowl. He walked back over to you and handed you the bowl. Leaning on the counter across from you, crossing his arms. You looked at his muscles that were perfectly accented by his shirt. You ate your cereal and just looked at the man standing in front of you. The natural pout of his lips, his hair that is tousled everywhere yet it somehow looked attractive on him. On anyone else it would look really bad but on him it just added to the pros list. You moved to meet his eyes and caught him looking at you. The both of you looked away and blushed.

“I’m sorry it’s just that I think you’re really pretty and I really like you and I think that uh you’re sweet and uh well I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable I just uh..” Pietro was rambling right now and blushing like crazy. Something you have never seen him do. You smiled at his flustered state and gained some confidence, setting the bowl of cereal down and walking up to him, planting a kiss on his cheek, causing him to stop rambling and look at you.

“I like you too.” You mumbled to him as he smiled and kissed the top of your head, hugging you.

“Good. Because I can take you out to eat something besides cereal.” He teased smiling down at you. You giggled and rested your head on his chest. You heard the kitchen door open and Tony walked in, looking at you guys, then covering his eyes, acting like he saw the most horrifying thing even though the two of you were only cuddling.

“Oh my god! C'mon guys we eat there! Ugh! Just gross I’ve lost my appetite!” He said as he walked right into a wall causing the both of you to laugh. He patted the wall, looking for the door. Once he found it, he left.

“God I still hate him sometimes.” Pietro mumbled before planting a kiss on your mouth.

A/N: IM SO SO SO SO SO SO SORY THIS ONE SUCKED I AM SO SORRY DONT HATE ME I TRIED MY BEST I KNOW IT SUCKS BUT THANK YOU ALL FOR ASKING IT MEANS A LOT EVEN THOUGH THEY ALL SUCK SO SO SORRY YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL.

anonymous asked:

Okay, so do you know any good Larry blogs to follow? I, erm... may have unfollowed over 700 people this morning. 😳 It seemed like a good idea at the time! Now I regret it. My dash is boring and not very lively. I regret all of my decisions from this day. Anyway! Do you know any good Larry blogs? I really (really) need some more on my dash.

oh my god i would literally pass out if i followed over like 300 people let alone 700 bless your soul idk how you did it. anywho tbh i really only follow larries lmao so i would take a peak through who i’ve reblogged from!! but off the top of my head, some of my fave lovelies are @larryappreciation @mytinylou @bananastagram @breakfreelou @birdalmighty @harryandweed @kindofsharethat @inkedpingu @aboutchopsuey @olivialmighty @priceofsalts @strangenewfriends @wereamanbandnow @fakeaheartattack @createdoutofnecessity @goldbootedbaby @anchoredlou @17siriusblack 💖

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