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Wanna Bet?

Pairing: Peter x M!Reader

Summary: You and Peter both are relaxing on their day off. An idea comes into Peter’s mind for a bet and it’s that him and you both have a running contest to see who’s the fastest out of the two with the school watching them

A/N: you have the same power as Peter

A flash of blue comes in and out of the shared room Peter shares with you. He calls out your name. You stop next to the bed. “What?” You adjust your jacket. 

The two of you pretty much wear the same things but different colours as yours is blue and black, along with sharing the same interests. “I know this is everyone’s day off, but I’m thinking that you and I could have a bet.”

“Depends on what the bet is and what the winner gets from the loser.” You cross your arms over your chest. “The bet is to see who’s the fastest out of the both of us. And we can think about what the winner wants after.” Peter smiles at you, which you returns.

“Deal.” You extend your hand out to seal the deal, which he refuses. You tilts your head questioningly. He grabs your hand to pull you in. You get seated in his lap before he places my lips on yours.

Standing back up, a blue flash exits out of the room. 

Peter runs out as well to tell everyone at the mansion about the bet. He stands next to you as everyone walks out the front of the school. “Who’s gonna keep track?” you question.

“I will.” You two turn to see the Professor roll in behind you “Get ready.” You and Peter both turn back around and placing your goggles over your eyes. “Set.”

“I hope you like the taste of losing.” A grin appears on his face. “I think it’s the other way around.” you retort back. “Go!” Both zooming off, you go around the city and country with everything slowing down, each of your hair flying behind you.

 Appearing back in front of everyone in less of the time we left, you ask, “So? Who won?” Yours and Peter’s goggles are placed back on your heads. “Peter. By 2 milliseconds.” The Professor nods towards your boyfriend. “Ha, ha. Suck it!” He turns to see you holding a cream-pie in your hand and it smashing against his face. “Eat this.”

Everyone holds in a laugh. He wipes the whip cream from my eyes. “I thought the winner got to pick of what the loser gets to do for their punishment. And clearly, I’m the winner.” Laughs erupt from everyone from keeping it in.

“I was dared to from some of the others. And I never back down from a dare. Anyway, what would Quicksilver want for his prize?”

“Kisses, cuddles and Twinkies. Plus me beating your ass on video games.”

Squishy

Pairing: Pietro x GN!Reader

Summary: You love to squish this fast man’s cheeks

The front door closes behind you after you had cleaned out most of the barn. “You good, Piet?” you asked, leaning over the couch’s backrest to see him lying on the couch, watching TV.

He nods, a dopey smile on his face. “I’m good, baby.” He pouts his lips for a kiss, a peck pressed against his lips.

Pietro pouts more, wanting more kisses, watching you go to the kitchen.

“What do you want for dinner?” you bend down, rummaging through the fridge. You peek your head out of the fridge to see your boyfriend’s chin on the armrest, resting on his stomach and staring at your ass.

“Hey!” He shakes his head, getting out of his daze.

“We could go to Bird-Brain’s place and have dinner with them. It’s a few seconds away. For me, anyway.”

"We can go to them another night.”

Pietro then suggests going to a random restaurant. You agree. 

Closing the fridge door, you walk towards him as he lays back down. Keeping your attention on the TV, you straddle Pietro’s waist, his hands resting on your thighs.

Now with your attention on the man you’re sitting on, you cup his cheeks, squishing them together. “Squishy.” you extend the ‘s’ as you whisper the nickname you gave him. He questions why you call him that.

"’Cause that’s what you are. You’re my squishy, fast man.” He chuckles as you continue to play with his cheeks. “Squishy, squish.” You squish his cheeks together one more time, making him pout his lips out as if he was a fish.

You giggled at the sight, himself laughing at your reaction and the feeling.

Your forehead leans against his chest, laughs and giggles calming down. You turn your head to rest your cheek against his chest and forehead against the side of his neck.

"You’re getting the food, Squishy.”

“Okay.”

Someone please help.

I was reading this fic about Pietro Maximoff and it was basically him and the reader broke up and y/n goes to their room at night and it's all angsty and at one point, one of them says "i don't know why I have to miss you instead of just having you" and it was just gorgeous ✨✨

So if you know this one, please help

Title:Running Back to You

Pietro maximoff x fem!reader

Got this amazing idea from @faithiegirl01

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You had been by their side for as long as you could remember. The tiny apartment in Sokovia, with its peeling wallpaper and cramped spaces, was more of a home to you than the one you were born into. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff were your family in every sense of the word. Together, the three of you had faced the hardships of a war-torn world, clinging to each other when everything else seemed to fall apart.

Wanda was your sister, not by blood, but by heart. The two of you were inseparable, spending hours giggling over shared secrets and dreams for a better future. You marveled at her growing abilities, feeling a deep bond that went beyond sisterhood. But then there was Pietro—your protector, your constant. With him, there was something different. He was always sweet to you, always looking out for you in ways that made your heart flutter, but you had never really considered what that meant. He was just Pietro, your best friend.

Or so you thought.

Everyone else seemed to see what you couldn’t. Wanda rolled her eyes whenever Pietro would dash ahead to pull you out of the way of some nonexistent danger or when he would bring you flowers he picked at superspeed. She could see the way his eyes lingered on you, the way his smile softened whenever you were around. It was all so obvious to everyone but the two of you.

The day everything changed was when HYDRA came into your lives. They promised power and a way to fix everything wrong with the world. You, Wanda, and Pietro accepted their offer, driven by desperation and a desire to make things better. The experiments were brutal, and the pain was unimaginable, but you endured it together. Your powers manifested—abilities that allowed you to manipulate energy in ways that were both destructive and beautiful.

But with that power came a price. HYDRA saw you as assets, tools to be used, and you were separated from your friends. They sold you to the highest bidder, and that bidder was none other than Tony Stark. It wasn’t until later that you realized Stark had bought you to save you, to keep you out of HYDRA’s clutches. You fought against him at first, but he and Steve Rogers showed you that your powers could be used for good. They trained you, molded you into something stronger, something better.

But nothing could erase the pain of being torn away from Wanda and Pietro. You missed them every day, wondering if they were still together, if they were safe, if they even thought of you.

Years passed, and you became a valuable member of the Avengers, though your heart was never fully in it. The memories of your time with Wanda and Pietro haunted you, and even in moments of victory, you felt the sting of their absence.

Then, everything changed when the Avengers faced a new threat. You were tasked with infiltrating a HYDRA facility—one that had recently fallen into the hands of new operators who were continuing the terrible work done there. It was a straightforward mission until you saw him.

Pietro.

He was faster than ever, moving through the facility like a blur. Your heart stopped. He was alive. But he was also your enemy now—or so you were supposed to believe. The thought of fighting him was unbearable, yet there was no choice. When you saw him dart towards Clint, your instincts took over, and you intercepted him, using your powers to bring him down.

Pietro hit the ground with a grunt, looking up at you in confusion. His eyes widened as recognition dawned on him. “Y/N?” he whispered, disbelief and hope intertwined in his voice.

“Pietro,” you breathed, your voice trembling. Tears welled in your eyes as you fell to your knees beside him, forgetting the battle raging around you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you—I thought you were dead. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Pietro’s expression softened, and he reached out to brush a tear from your cheek. “I never stopped thinking about you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I looked for you everywhere, but they told me you were gone. I should have known you’d find a way back.”

You pulled him into a tight embrace, both of you shaking with the intensity of the moment. It felt like a lifetime since you had been in each other’s arms, and now, with him holding you, everything else seemed to fade away. “We’ll find Wanda,” he promised, his voice strong and sure. “We’ll be together again. I won’t let them take you from me this time.”

When you finally pulled apart, the battle had slowed, and the Avengers were staring at you in confusion. Tony approached cautiously, raising an eyebrow at the two of you. “So, are you going to introduce us to your, uh, old friend?”

You let out a soft laugh, wiping your eyes as you stood. “Tony, this is Pietro Maximoff. He’s... he’s the reason I survived HYDRA. Wanda too. You tried to save them along with me all those years ago, but... we got separated.”

Tony’s eyes widened in realization, the pieces finally clicking into place. “Well, damn,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Guess we’ve got some catching up to do.”

You looked back at Pietro, your heart swelling with a mixture of joy and sadness. There was still so much to say, so much to do, but for the first time in years, you felt like you were home.

Wanda found you soon after, her face lighting up with pure joy when she saw you. The reunion was emotional, filled with laughter, tears, and promises never to be separated again. Wanda gave you a knowing smile, and you couldn’t help but blush. She always knew, even before you did.

As the dust settled and the Avengers regrouped, you realized that the long journey was finally over. You were back where you belonged—by Pietro’s side. And as he squeezed your hand, you knew that no matter what came next, you would face it together.

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**Epilogue**

A few days after the battle, you and Pietro stood together on the balcony of the Avengers Tower, watching the sun set over New York City. The air was warm, and the city buzzed with life below, but here, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the quiet of the moment.

Pietro turned to you, his eyes soft as they met yours. “You know,” he began, his voice low and full of something you couldn’t quite place, “I’ve been running my whole life. But when I’m with you... I finally feel like I can slow down.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in. Suddenly, all those moments from your childhood, all the times he had been there for you, flashed through your mind. The way he had always been just a little too protective, a little too sweet. And then, finally, you understood.

You loved him. You had always loved him.

Pietro smiled, as if he could see the realization dawning on your face. He took a step closer, closing the distance between you. “I’ve loved you for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I was just too scared to say it.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but they were tears of happiness this time. “Me too,” you confessed, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “I was so scared of losing you that I didn’t even realize what was right in front of me.”

Pietro leaned down, and your heart raced as his lips met yours in a gentle, tender kiss. It was like coming home, like everything you had been searching for had finally found you. When you pulled apart, you rested your forehead against his, savoring the warmth of his embrace.

Wanda’s voice rang out from behind you, her tone full of amusement. “Took you two long enough.”

You both turned to find her leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips. Pietro rolled his eyes, but you just laughed, feeling lighter than you had in years.

“Yeah,” Pietro said, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. “But at least we got there in the end.”

And as the three of you stood there together, watching the sun dip below the horizon, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them as you always had—together, as a family.