not my gif i just found it on google and thought it was really pretty

AN: So…I went and did it again, I sort of veered way off of what the prompt wanted. Whoops! I still hope the anon liked it who requested it! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors!

Pairing: Steve X Reader

Prompt: !.) AU prompt: Person A is thinking sexually graphic or generally odd thoughts and suddenly panics and thinks “If you’re a mind reader, cough right now.”Person B coughs. but like Person A is having sexual thoughts about Pietro or Steve and they weren’t on the mission with AOU so she doesn’t know Wanda or her power and haha

2.) For all of you who dropped a “More smut please!” in my inbox. Here you go babes.

((I pretty much left out the whole coughing bit, sorry!))

Warnings: Smutish daydreams. Not for the innocent eyes.




He was stunning. Everything from the color of his eyes to the shapes of his lips made you feel weak at the knees. Even just sitting there, minding his own business and reading the newspaper, he looked like a god.

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AN: This is my first time writing Spiderman, and it’s been forever since I’ve seen the movies. SO, this will still be the same version of Spiderman as put in the request, but it will be in the AVENGERS ‘verse. Okay? Okay. Thank you to the anon that sent this request in. *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors. Enjoy!

Pairing: Spiderman (The Amazing Spiderman) X Reader

Prompt(s): 1.)Hey can you please do a Peter Parker spiderman Andrew Garfield one shot with lots of fluff and smut plz? thanks

2.) Peter Parker saving reader from Deadpool whos tryin to flirt wth her??

Warnings: Language


“Not Harassment”

This city was strange, you decided. Not because of the smells emitting from the sewers, the unique people that walk its streets, or anything else— no, rather it was the fact that this was the home of the Avengers.

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AN: Hi! I know that many of you are probably waiting for the next Avengers imagine (seeing as that is the bulk or my requests), however, I really did want to do a second one. I knew going into this Charles one that it wasn’t going to earn as many notes as my first one, and that is okay. I wanted to extend the story and explore the reader’s abilities a bit more. I hope you like it! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Charles (Young) X Reader

Part One: ( XXXXX )

Warnings: Some violence, a lil swearing

((You probably should be familiar with X-Men: First Class ( and a little of the first X-Men movie) to understand this part, it also contains spoilers to the movies))


“Out of Place, Out of Time” (Part Two)

“Charles.” You groaned, though he ignored you and kept walking, grabbing his timer off of the coffee table. You had caught him just as he was about to head out the door, right in the room in which you two had first met. Well, at least where you first met his younger self. "Charles!

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AN: I a so supper excited to do a Natasha fic! I haven’t done one yet so I hope you all like it! Thank you to southpaw-lopez for the request! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxo :3

Pairing: Natasha X Reader

Prompt: I know you mostly do Pietro but I’ve been dying for a scene with Natasha! Something related to training and getting closer to her over time?? Love your stuff! Thanks!


“You’re No Fun”

You wiped off the sweat that began to fall down your face, Damn, she’s not letting up at all.

Nat swung her leg at you in a roundhouse kick and sent you flying at the wall. Your back hit cement and you grunted as you fell to the matted floor.

Nat kneeled next to you, and she looked just like she did when you first walked in. Whereas you look like you had just come out of a warzone.

“You done yet?” She asked.

“Nope.” You said, determined to show her that you aren’t the type of person to just give up with things begin to go south.

You spun your legs around and tried to knock Nat to the ground, but your legs never came in contact with hers. She had jumped over you and put you in a hold that you couldn’t get out of. Your legs and arms were restricted by both Nat’s and your own body weight, giving you barley any wiggle room.

“Say uncle.” Nat ordered. When you said nothing, she tightened her legs around you and twisted your arm. “Say uncle.”

“N-no!” You shouted.

Nat chuckled and squeezed even tighter, and you had to use your common sense and end this. Had this had been a really battle, you would have been dead already.

“Uncle!” You gave up, and Nat released you.

“Oh, you’re no fun!” She shook her head, sending her short, red curls all over. You felt your heart beating just a little faster.

You rubbed your arms and sighed when you saw how red they were. “Nat, you could have ripped my skin off!”

“Aw, Y/N I would never do that.” Nat said with a grin. “On purpose, at least.”

You rolled your eyes and took a swig from the bottle of water you had brought in during training.

“Hey, you mind if I have a sip of that?” Nat asked. You handed the water bottle to her and watched her down the drink. You tried– you really tried–not to look at her lips as she placed them on your bottle of water, but you couldn’t help but stare. She was perfect in every way; her hair, her body, her face, even her lips were enough to make you melt inside.

“You see something you like?” She smirked at you, and you blushed a deep red color.

“I-uh-” She smiled and pulled you in for a hug.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, sweetie. I was just joking around.”

You’re cheeks went down a few shades, but your heart was still beating a million times per minute.

You had been training partners with Natasha for the better part of a year now, and every time you saw her your feeling became more and more apparent. At first, you didn’t understand, but as the weeks went on, you began to slowly fall for the redhead.  But, of course, you could never be with her. You were positive that Bruce liked her, and you were also pretty sure she liked him back. And what right did you have to step in the way of that?

You tried over and over to convince yourself that she wasn’t the only person out there for you, but every time you saw her your heart felt a way that it never feels with anyone else. Everything about her was perfect to you.

“Y/N, are you okay? You’re staring into space.” Natasha waved her hand in front of your face, snapping you back into reality.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired, I guess.” You muttered.

Nat laid a hand across your forehead and narrowed her eyes in thought. “You’re not warm.”

You swallowed and closed your eyes, savoring her hand being pressed against your face. "I’m not sick, Nat.“

"Then why is your face flushed?” Nat said and put her hands on her hips.

You looked at your feet and bit your lips. “I-I don’t know.”

Nat smiled at your and lightly took your chin in her fingers and steered you up to look at her, “Or, are you blushing? From embarrassment?”

You bit your lips harder, almost drawing blood. “No, not exactly.”

“Or, are you doing it because you like me?”

Your breathing stopped. All you could hear was your heart beating wildly.

“How…why would you think-?”

Nat chuckled. “I am a skillfully trained spy, Y/N. I was taught to read people’s emotions.”

She reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Honey, I can read you like a book, you are head over heals for me.”

You were mortified. God, she probably (being the nice person she is) is going to kindly reject you and tell you that she’d rather be with Bruce. You were so stupid.

“And Y/N, I’m head over heels for you too.”

You looked up in shock, but only to have your lips covered by Nat’s. You naturally closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around her, softly capturing her red curls in your fingers.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You giggled but didn’t say it back, just to have her roll her eyes and mutter, “You’re no fun.” Then, to have her kiss you again.

((I’m sorry that was very, very, very short and sucky, I’m not sure how it turned out but I’ve been writing in between doing review for finals so my writing had been less than great. Oh well, I hoped you liked it anyway!))

AN: I AM BACK TO TYPING ON MY LAPTOP CAN I GET AN AMEN ^_^ Okay, so thank you to the anon that sent in this super funny request, I hope I do it the way you hoped! *I do not own the gif, found on google, please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: Hey! Can you do an imagine where the reader is sitting with the avengers and having dinner then she is like “daddy can you pass me the salt?” And tony, her father and pietro both reach to it? then it is all so awkward and kinda funny

Warnings: One (?) swear word. Mentions of sex and nudity, a wee bit of smut in the beginning (Nothing too big). And, a lot of second hand embarrassment.

((As I side note: If any of you are looking for/like the Avengers soundtracks (like I do for walks, writing, and studying) I would recommend that you loo into the X-Men: First Class soundtrack as well. I have really gotten obsessed with it lately, check it out if you are into those types of things!))



“When is dinner?”

You looked up at Pietro as you slipped on your underwear and bra. He was in front of your mirror with one of your brushes, trying to tame his silver curls and make it a little more presentable than before.

“In a few minutes, I think.” You grunted as you wiggled into your jeans. “Daddy said that he would call everyone down at six.”

In the reflection of the mirror, you saw him pause and swallow slightly at your use of the name ‘Daddy’.

He finished up brushing his waves into place in record time, then zoomed over to you and practically threw you onto your bed. “I’m your Daddy, don’t make me break out the handcuffs again.”

Those words were enough to make you want to never leave the bedroom.

He leaned into you and brushed his mouth over the sensitive skin of your neck, pressing the tip of his teeth ever so gently to you.

“Tony is my actual Dad, Piet.” You said with a chuckle. “I’ve called him that since I was little.”

Pietro groaned at your explanation and slowly began to grind on you, rolling his hips over yours.


All team members please report the dinner.” You heard your father’s voice ring through the speakers all throughout the tower.

Pietro climbed off of you and threw his head back in annoyance as you got off of the bed, quietly cursing at the ceiling.

You left the room first, then called for Pietro to leave, seeing as no one would be there to witness his departure.

There is one thing for sure; your father would loose his shit if he knew that you had been hooking up with Pietro.


Soon, everyone was sitting around the dinning table like one big, kick-ass family.

 Pietro sat on your right, Steve on your left (he was probably the Avenger the you had gotten the closest to as a friend), and your father across from you.

Once the food had been served and conversations began to pick up around the table, Pietro got bored. You could tell by the way he was drumming his fingers along the top of the table and how he slouched in his chair, it was almost like he was a small child that needed to be entertained. It was cute, really.

Pietro’s blue eyes zoomed across the group of people, and smiled deviously when he saw that Tony was thoroughly engrossed in a conversation with Bruce.

Seeing that no one’s attention was on either of you, Pietro slipped his hand over your thigh, which was bare due to the dress you were wearing.

You squeaked a little, and gently swatted his hand, which prompted him to squeeze you. A red blush crawled up your neck and his hand stroked up and down your thigh and leg, a wild grin forming on his face.

“I can’t wait to have you after dinner tonight.” He whispered into your ear, your hair falling over your shoulder shielded anyone from reading his lips. “My own little dessert.”

You swallowed and averted your attention back to your plate of food as Pietro lead back into his chair, an amused glint in his eyes.

You cut into your baked potato and sighed when you realized you hadn’t put anything on it yet.

You set the fork and knife down next to the plate and looked up at your father. “Daddy, can you pass me the salt?”

What unfolded next was disastrous.

Before you could think to stop him and before he realized what he was doing, Pietro reached out for the salt at the exact minute that Tony had, their hands meeting in mid air.

The table seemed to freeze.

Pietro was the first to snatch his hand back, quickly placing it in hi lap and averting his eyes to his empty plate.

“I…uh…” He stammered.

“Do either of you want to tell me why Pietro is responding to the name 'Daddy’?” Your father asked, and you were unable to fight off the blush that blurred over your cheeks.

“P-P-Pietro…” You muttered quietly, prompting him to say something.

But, both of you had somehow lost all ability to speak and defend yourselves.

“Well?” Tony was beginning to stand, and you saw the unmistakable glimmer of anger in his eyes.

And when your father got angry, it was not pretty. He was always a large fan of intense, blown out of proportion payback.

“We…” Pietro began, and you could tell by his panicked tone that he wasn’t thinking straight and was just talking for the sake of saying something.

No Pietro.

Don’t do it.

Keep you fat mouth shut.

For the love of god say nothing.

“We’re into kinky stuff, okay?”

And that was the moment you died on the inside, as well as the moment that Tony declared war on the male Maximoff.

((Sorry if it was sort or sucky or whatever, but I thought it was fun to write so whatever XD))

AN: Ooooooooooookay so here we are, Part Two of “I’m Scared”. Man, I absolutely love writing angst, and apparently you like it when I do too XD Anyway, I’m shooting to have this one be even more teary-eyed than the first part. We’ll see. *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: (deceased) Reader X Father!Tony

Part One: ( XXXXX ) 

************Warnings: DEATH, Death of a child, guilt, depression, swearing, angst, angst, and more angst. It’s a fucking mess.


“I’m Scared” (Part Two)

“Daddy,” She whispered, just barely loud enough for Tony to hear. “I’m scared.”

And just like that, she was gone.

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AN: It’s been a while, huh? You all know that school has got me on the ropes (Stucky reference, anyone?) But, I’m here now! And I am so happy to write again! *Gif is not mine, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Reader X Steve

Prompt: Could you do a one shot of the reader and Steve and she has powers where she can read everything about a person and when she reads Steve and the have a very fluffy talk leading to kissing and then…..Dirty Stuff LOL it doesn’t have to end like that I just thought it would be cute

Warnings: Implied sex, no actual smut

((Not sure exactly how ‘fluffy’ this will be, seeing as my mood at the moment (or the past two weeks, rather) is anything but fluffy. Maybe?))


“It’s Personal”

You were painfully aware of the fact that you weren't a part of the group yet, you were still a stranger.

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AN: Thankkkkks to the anon that submitted this request, it should be fun to do! *I don’t own the gif, from google. Please ignore any spelling mistakes! Xoxoxox :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: Imagine you get dared by Natasha to give Pietro a lap dance infront of everyone and he really really likes it ;3

Warning: Sexual content (Lap dance)


“The Dance”

You were normally so responsible, but this particular night you decided to throw responsibility out the window…along with pride, dignity, and your brain.

It started off with just one or two drinks, then it led to emptying a number of containers of beer with the team. Steve and Vision were the only ones who weren’t drunk; Vision because he doesn’t drink and Steve because, well, he can’t get drunk.

You were sitting next to Tony (who was completely smashed) with bottle number…well, you lost your ability to count a while ago. 

Tony grinned with a sleepy, drunk smile. “We should have a party or something!”

Steve shook his head. “Tony, you already look like the aftermath of one of your parties.”

“What’s that-” Hiccup “-supposed to mean, you star-spangled sober idiot?”

“Really?” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “A ‘star-spangled sober idiot’ was the best you could do?”

Tony flipped him off and went to get up off the couch and tripped over his own feet, landing on your lap. You weren’t nearly as drunk as he was, but you ere still pretty far from your normal state.

“Get off of me, Tony!” You shouted, shoving him off of your lap and onto the floor. Tony didn’t bother getting up, he just decided to make himself at home on the hardwood floor.

Nat walked over him and sat next to you, draping an arm around your shoulder. She leaned into you and whispered in your ear, “Pietro’s had his eyes on you this entire time, you know.”

You shook your head and tried to fight off the grin that threatened to take over your lips. “Nat, stop imagining things.”

Through your slightly blurred vision, you scanned the room for Pietro. He was sitting next to Wanda, who was talking to Vision, and sure enough, his bright blue eyes were glued to you. Nat had been trying to convince you for weeks that Pietro thought you were cute, but you never believed her.

“Nat, drop it. It’s never going to happen.” You said, and she puffed her bottom lip out like a sad child.

You got up (almost falling like Tony did) and made your way to the other side of the room where you had left a water bottle a few hours before. Sighing, you unscrewed the cap and began to nurse at the water.

“Attention!” Natasha said as she carefully climbed onto the cushions of the couch. “I need everyone’s attention!” 

Even Tony rolled over on the floor to see what Natasha was going to say. You set the bottle of water down and crossed your arms across your chest, this should be good.

“I want to make a dare.” Nat said with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I dare Y/N to give Pietro a lap dance, right now.”

Everyone looked at you and your eyes widened, you were drunk, but not that drunk! You shook your head from side to side furiously, your cheeks began to tint red.

“No, I don’t think-”

Nat smiled and put her hands on her hips. “If you don’t do it, you have to attend twice as many training sessions as you already do!”

What?” You screeched. “That is so unfair!”

Nat shrugged and looked at you with blazing eyes. “Either you give a lap dance, or you do laps. Your choice.”

You swallowed, then took in a deep breath. You found the closest bottle of beer you could find and took one large swig of it before making your way over to where Pietro was sitting.

He cocked an eyebrow up. “Are you really going to do this, Y/N?”

You nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Now let’s go to my room.”

“Oh, no you don’t.” Nat interjected. Oh, you wanted to smack her! “We have to see it, you have to do it here. In front of everyone.”

You sent a look that could kill over to Nat, who only smiled as a response.

“Fine…” You grumbled.

Pietro folded his hands behind the back of his head and grinned lazily at you, his blue eyes were curious.

“The only reason I’m doing this is because I’m drunk, you know.”

He let out a husky laugh. “Noted.”

You breathed in one last time before straddling the Slovakian between your legs. Wanda was looking in the other direction, and you were glad. You didn’t want his sister watching you give her brother a sexual dance.

You gripped your hands on his shoulders and began to move your hips on his, slowly. Pietro gasped for a second, and instinctively his hands grabbed your hips. You heard Tony whistle at you, but soon everyone else around you faded away except Pietro.

The movement of your hips steadily quickened, and naturally you both gravitated closer and closer to each other, until you were rubbing directly on his member through his running pants.

“Y/N…” He groaned softly, throwing his head back and screwing his eyes shut. You could tell that he was trying to control his himself and make sure his hips don’t start lifting off the chair to meet yours.

His fingers dug into your skin as he let out larger, louder groans. He wasn’t even trying to conceal his noises.

You could see small veins pop out of his neck as he stretched his head back as far as it could go.

You felt yourself being turned on as well, the effect you were giving him pleased you more than you thought it would.

Pietro’s hands slid from your hips down to your butt and pushed you up against him. You yourself let out a small groan upon the feeling of his hands sliding over you.

“Enough of this teasing.” You heard Pietro growl before lifting you by your thighs and carrying you to his room in lighting speed.

Steve, Wanda, Vision and Bruce were all completely uncomfortable once Pietro and you left, where as the rest of them were smiling like idiots, particularly Nat.

“I knew they liked each other, they just needed a little push.” Nat said with an accomplished grin.

Clint, her best friend snorted, “I hardly call a public lap dance a 'little push’, Nat.”

((Sorry if it was short or sucky but hOLY CRAP IM BLUSHING SO BAD RN.)) 

AN: This is part two to “We All Make Mistakes”. I am doing a part two because 1.) I got quite a few requests for it & 2.) I felt that the way the first part ended wasn’t really fair to the reader and it should be expanded a bit. Thank you to all the anons that requested for it! I hope you will like it! *The gif is not mine, from google. And, as always, please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Recap: Pietro had grown to be cocky and self-centered, loosing sight of what being an Avenger really means. You (reader) can be his worst enemy at times, yet there is still a strong attraction between the two of you, which let to you both giving into your desires for a night and sleeping together. A few days later Pietro spills the events that had happened that night in front of the whole team during an argument, leaving you embarrassed and angry. Days later in a heated battle between the team and HYDRA you were seriously injured, and that is when Pietro realized that he had been wrong.


“We All Make Mistakes” (Part Two)


“Is she awake yet?”

Pietro’s head popped up where where he had been resting his eyes at the foot of Y/N’s recovery bed. He relaxed and sat up when he saw that it was his twin. 

He swallowed nervously, he hadn’t spoken to Wanda since he had yelled at her days before. When he went to apologize for his actions to the rest of the group, Wanda wasn’t anywhere to be found. He figured that she was just sitting alone somewhere, lost in her own thoughts. He had heard from Clint that Wanda was pretty upset when she found out Y/N had been hurt, which was no surprise because Wanda loved her like a sister.

“No,” Pietro sighed, scooting his chair closer to Y/N’s bed. “She’s still sleeping.”

“Oh.” Wanda said quietly. “But, she is still going to make a full recovery, yeah?”

Pietro rubbed his tired eyes. “Doctor Cho told me that she was.”

“That’s good…” Wanda trailed off awkwardly. Pietro felt horrible, his actions and selfishness had driven a wedge between the once very strong relationship that he had with his twin. He never wanted things to be awkward between the two of them.

“Have you left her side at all since she started recovery?”

Pietro gave her a quick shake of the head and reached up to stroke Y/N’s hair softly. “Only to use the bathroom.”

“What about to eat?”

“Natasha has come in a few times to visit her, and she brought me some granola bars and water.”

Wanda smiled at her brother. “You’ve only eaten granola bars and water for the past day and a half?”

Pietro grinned slightly, realizing just how strange it was. “Yes, I guess I have. I just can’t bring myself to leave her for too long.”

Wanda knelt on the other side of the bed by Y/N’s head, laying her hand over her hair. Something about Y/N allowed her to wiggle her way into both of the Maximoff twin’s heart, one in a sisterly way and one in a…different sort of way. Pietro was still figuring that out.

“I was a complete ass, Wanda.” Pietro said quietly, not able to meet her gaze. “I was rude and self-centered. I… I really shouldn’t have said what I said. I hope that I haven’t ruined our relationship.”

Wanda laughed lightly. “You were wrong to say what you did, but that doesn’t mean I won’t forgive you. I will always forgive you, brother.”

Pietro sighed, Now if I could only hear that from Y/N.

Wanda let out a soft chuckle as she stroked Y/N’s hair. “She will forgive you too, brother. But, she isn’t your twin. And what you said to her was…well, it was just awful. It may take a little more time for her to fully heal, both physically and emotionally.”

Pietro felt the tears begin to fall down his face. He wished that he could swallow the horrible words he had said to her up, take them back. He knew as soon as he said it that he had crossed a line, but, in a sick way he wanted to cross a line. He wanted Y/N to feel as angry as he did.

“I slept with her not just because I thought she looked good, but also because felt something for her.” Pietro said softly. “It really hurt me when she wouldn’t acknowledge that it happened. She acted like it wasn’t anything to her, but it was everything to me.”

Wanda reached over and wiped her brother’s tears from his face. “You may think that is how she feels, but you are wrong. She felt the same way when you told everyone about your…special night together. She felt empty, and used. Like you had only slept with her for blackmail.”

Pietro’s eyes widened, he hadn’t meant for it to sound like that at all! He was just angry and stupid.

“I was trying not to pry and stay out of her mind, but when you said that all of her emotions radiated off of her so much that I couldn’t ignore it.”

Pietro was shaking. God, what had he done? How could he have said something so revealing, so humiliating, so personal in front of everyone?

Something in Wanda’s pocket buzzed, and she looked town and frowned at her phone. “I have to go, my training with Vision starts in five minutes. Will you be okay her alone?”

Pietro looked up at his sister and gave her a forced smile. “I’ll be fine.”

She walked over and kissed the crown of her twin’s head, then walked off to meet with Vision. Pietro spent about ten minutes looking at Y/N’s sleeping face with tears in his eyes, then decided to rest his eyes once more and hope that when he wakes up Y/N will be awake.



Your eyes slowly opened, everything was fuzzy. 

Where…am I? You thought groggily, looking at the white ceiling that stretched above you.

You felt something stir on top of your legs. It took a great deal of effort, but you managed to sit up and see a sleeping Pietro, with his head and arms laying across your body.

You reached down and slightly shook his mess of white waves. “Pietro, wake up.”

He stirred again, mumbling something about how he didn’t want any more granola bars.

“Come on, wake up.” You said a little louder. 

Pietro’s blue eyes slowly opened, and when he saw your looking at him he shit up. “Y/N! You’re awake!”

You suppressed a giggle as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a nice hug. 

You wiggled in his arms a bit, “Pietro, my IV. You’re pulling at it.”

His eyes widened and he zoomed over to his chair. You looked down at the IV and felt your face tint green, you hated needles.

“What’s wrong, love?” Pietro asked, seeing your face go pale.

You shook your head and looked away from the IV. “I just don’t like needles all that much.”

Pietro took a blanket that was at the end of the bed and placed it over your torso, covering up your arm where the IV was. “See? It’s like it’s not even there.”

You bit your chapped lip and looked at him with soft eyes. “Pietro, how long were you here? Sleeping, I mean?”

He looked down with a pink tint in his cheeks. “A day or two. As long as they would let me, really.”

You motioned for him to come over to you, and of course, he complied without much questioning. Leaning forward, you slipped your lips over his softly. His entire personality seemed to have shifted for the better, he seemed down to earth. 

When you pulled back, his eyes were sparkling. You giggled and twisted a lock of his white hair around your finger. “That is the Pietro that I like. Not the one you were before.”

He let out a breathless, short laugh. “I don’t plan on changing anytime soon.”

“Good.” You said, then scooted over for him to sit next to you on the bed.

((SO i decided to focus more on Pietro’s apology to Wanda instead of to the rest of the team, because I thought that Wanda deserved to be apologized to separately and not just lumped together with everyone else. And, for kicks, I threw in some fluff with the Reader and Pietro. I hoped you liked it! Xoxoxo :3))

AN: Hello babes! Some Pietro Maximoff coming at you! It’s been a while since I did him (<<< kay that sounds really wrong but also very nice so I’m leaving it), I’ve been doing a longer fic called Winter’s Flame and several requests which have a lot of Bucky or Steve X Reader stuff in it. I want to thank chloebellbug02 for the request, thank you for being patient while I worked through all my requests to get to this one! I hope you enjoy! *The gif is not mine found on google. Pease ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: Can you do something where you’re at a camp hosted by Stark and each avenger is a class leader. (It’s a teen/adult camp so they’re around you’re age.) and you really want to be on Pietro’s team and end up being on Wanda’s. (She reads your mind &amp; sets you guys up) this was my dream last night. Yup. I need to stop reading this stuff before bed. XD. Feel free to ‘stretch’ it out as much as you want. Pleaassseee, I love your account/blog!;)

((^^^ I’ve only ever been to an overnight camp—a pretty basic one at that—- so I am not all that familiar with the team thing? Is that normal for a summer camp to do that? Anyway, point being is that I am just going to make it up as I go. Just FYI))


“Camp Stark”

Wow, was this a stupid idea or what?

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AN: Hey, I’m pretty sure this request was supposed to be a happy smiles and rainbows sort of deal, but tbh I’m feeling too depressed to write that rn. So, I give you something very sad and full of tears. My bad. Thank you anon for sending this one in! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: Can you do one where the reader can randomly disappear and reappear and messes with pietro?

Warnings: ****Death, sadness, blood.


“Got You”

“I bet you can’t get me, Piet!”

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This is gonna be a long post, but I’m in the mood to share tonight! 

This was the first gif ever I saw of Outlander (credit for the gif above goes to It was on my facebook wall, shared by a friend of mine, sitting there trying to get my attention. And it caught my eye the line this handsome guy was saying. Will it be worthy to watch it? I asked myself. It was this past winter, I can’t recall the month but I knew something about the series cause a friend of mine made me buy the first book in the series as a gift  to a mutual friend. “They did a tv show as well” she said, “it’s pretty cool and it’s going strong.” So, being the curious woman I am, I digged the story on the internet, read the plot and decided to download the ebook. First the book, then the tv show (if the book is good enough), I though. I didn’t dig for the actors, or the producers or the likes, I just throw myself into the reading curious about the fact that “this” Claire was travelling back to the past, and she had two (God, TWO!) husbands. I started reading, and I fell in love with Jamie when he covered Claire with his plaid while riding his horse with her sitting between his thighs, and my love grew stronger when he handed her the flask so she wouldn’t feel the emptiness of her stomach and the hunger. My God, I thought, I need to see how they rendered this on tv, NOW. I’ve never been a fan of red haired man (or women, in general) nor of kilted man, but HOLY HELL “this” Sam Heughan can rock a kilt and reddish locks like no one else, and “this” Caitriona Balfe has some pull and emanates this strength and independence vibe and smartness like very few - or none - other female characters. That was the moment when I was officially scre*ed. I was irremediably drawn into this vortex of feelings and anticipation like I haven’t been in many years. And then I googled the actors. And I started searching for events photos and interview and everything tagged sam + cait, feeling almost stupid for liking them so much and melting at their looks to one another and all the touchy thing and telling to myself “no way these two are just co-workers or just friends. Just NO F-ing WAY”. Until I’ve come back to Tumblr (last I have been here was when True Blood was still airing!), and I searched for blogs and photoset and gifset and I’ve found out I wasn’t alone in this and that probably I was right, these two had so much more going on than just friendship! And I landed on Pufflander and Jess blogs and never left and I am happy for that. It’s true, we don’t know the truth about what is really going on with Sam and Cait life, but it’s so good to let all the feels flow when they banter on twitter or when a new gifset comes out or new pictures of events or interviews are out. I have eyes, I have my opinions, and I have an amazing group of people from all around the world that  I follow and share the same feelings. And it’s so good that even if this ship will not go where we all want her to go, it’ll be worthy all the same, just because of all the witty, nice, funny, crazy shippers I’m travelling along with! So thank you for making me laugh even when life is a bitch, or when things are dull. Now, let’s go back to shipping like crazies! xoxo