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okay i know this is kind of a specific request but can you do something with professor Spence and uni reader where they get into a spat and argue bc she did something stupid and he gets mad and she’s like “noooo pls don’t be mad i hate when you’re mad at me I’m sorry🥺” bc she literally cannot function knowing she let him down (me with everybody) but he’s like super stubborn and goes all closed up and quiet so that he doesn’t like blow up on her until she finally says like “pls talk to me” and he’s all pissed and like “hell na bitch u crazy!🗣️‼️” but then later he’s like “it’s ok i love u but neva do that shit again ho” then they make up and it’s good again 🎀 ok i explained that so poorly (and comedically if i may) but i hope u get it and pls make it SO DRAMATIC bc I live for drama! like she steals test answers or something or does something that could like get her kicked out of school OR him lose his job 🤔 sigh … idk I’m leaving now. Also i LOOPOOOCE ORRKGOOVI love your fics. Luv em

hey girl (gender neutral) this made me laugh bc genuinely sometimes i write spencer so ooc that is what he sounds like. and i'm not sorry! anyway this is potentially a vyvanse fueled nightmare but i wrote it and i'm posting it MY BLOG MY RULES BITCHESSSS!!!! but genuinely read the content warning LMAO this one got a lil kick to it

warnings/tags: ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, fem!reader, spencer and r get into a for real argument like they're mean to each other, spencer is a lil toxic but its resolved, emotionally neglects reader just for a teeensy second but then he's really nice and sweet again, discussion of his past addic+ion, gets fluffy because i'm not EVIL, gets suggestive at the end bc i am secretly evil.......

a/n: i don't know whats happening. this confuses me just as much as it confuses you. its 3 am in the morning. im gonna post nice happy things soon. Gootbye

“I cannot believe you right now. I don’t even—I don’t even know what to say.”

“Spencer, you don’t have to say anything. It has nothing to do with you, and I’m not looking for your approval.”

He looks up from where he’d been rubbing his temples, like you’re a headache, eyebrows raised and lips parted in indignant disbelief.

“Oh! You’re not looking for my approval? Well thank god for that, because if you were one of my students I would recommend expulsion to the board.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I just said I don’t care about your opinion on this, much less your hypothetical opinion from some alternate universe where you have any authority over my education whatsoever.”

“You distributed an answer key to half of your class! Objectively this is the kind of thing that gets people expelled. I don’t understand how someone so smart could do something so fucking stupid.”

The words bite more than you were prepared for—but what hurts even more is how much he seems to mean them. In arguments past you’d both said things you didn’t mean, and then would immediately melt into I’m so sorry’s and the fight would resolve itself. Spencer’s clenched jaw and inability to make eye contact with you do not lend themselves to tender apologies. They cannot be attributed to miscommunication.

You take a step closer to where he’s bracing himself against the countertop, arms crossed defensively in front of your chest.

“Spencer, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was such a big deal. People cheat in college all the time.”

Still no reply. His head shakes so minutely you wonder if you’re imagining it. Panic wells in your chest.

“Please talk to me. I really hate when you ice me out. I’m sorry, okay? Just... please say something.”

Finally, his eyes slide to you. They lack the fiery anger of moments ago but there’s not much softness there either. His normally warm gaze now feels too abrasive, too cold and sharp on your bare skin. You're exposed, much too soft for that grating look, and it feels like he can see everything that’s wrong with you.

“Believe me when I tell you this. I am doing us both a favor by not speaking to you right now.”

And then he’s leaving the kitchen—nothing but a breeze against your cheek and the sound of a door slamming to prove he was ever there.

The apartment is silent. You stand in the middle of the kitchen, unsure of what to do next. Spencer very, very rarely gets angry at you to the point of neglect, and you know he’s doing his best with what was modelled for him as a child and his tendency to feel things so deeply it’s nearly disabling; but that doesn’t make it hurt much less. It doesn’t make you feel less abandoned or alone.

You’re sad, and you’re still pissed, and maybe you’re in just a bit of shock as you robotically move back to your nest of blankets on the couch and resume your schoolwork. What else is there to do? Unless Spencer is right—unless you really are about to get expelled after getting the answer key for an upcoming test from a friend, who then gave it to another friend, and so on. But is that really your fault?

It’s a struggle to stay focused as your mind keeps drifting back to Spencer in the other room, those cruel words and that cold steely look in his eye that isn’t supposed to ever be aimed at you. It’s not a secret that side of him exists, but it doesn’t belong in this apartment. It’s not something he needs to use against you. He’s supposed to be on your side. But instead, he’d said you should be expelled and essentially called you stupid. And now you’re doing homework for a class at a school you may not even be a student of come Monday.

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The sound of the office door opening forty-five minutes later spikes your blood pressure and simultaneously makes your heart flutter, because no matter how mad at him you might be, Spencer is still Spencer.

He comes to stand behind the couch quietly, but you don’t acknowledge him. Maybe your typing gets a bit more aggressive, but aside from that you flat out reject his presence.

“Can we talk?”

You let him sweat for a minute as you finish your paragraph.

“I don’t know, Spencer. Can we? Or are you not done with your temper tantrum?”

“That is... well deserved,” he sighs, rounding the couch and tapping the bottom of your foot, signaling that he wants you to move your legs. You despise how automatically you comply, pulling your knees to your chest to avoid touching him as he sits next to you. There’s a long moment of silence, in which you resume typing. Spencer scoffs, leaning in slightly to peer at your screen. “Are you doing homework right now? I’m a complete asshole to you and you just... do your homework?"

“What the fuck else was I supposed to do?” you almost-yell, slamming your laptop shut and blinking away potential tears. “The only person I wanted to talk to called me stupid and fucking left!”

The tears realize their potential once you admit the blunt truth.

Spencer carefully moves your laptop and pulls you into his arms—and you just let him. There’s not much fight left in you. There wasn’t a lot to begin with.

“I am so sorry, angel. You’re right, I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have yelled, I shouldn’t have said what I said, I shouldn’t have walked away. I overreacted.”

“Yeah, you really did,” you cry, allowing him to run his hand over your hair. “Why did you do that? Why were you so fucking mean?”

His voice shakes slightly as he responds, betraying his own anxieties, and a new, unwelcome sense of trepidation slithers through your veins.

“I was wondering that, too. Even as I was saying it, I knew—I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to be saying. And then I was in the other room and I wanted to be out here, and I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t. But I think I was just scared. Which—I know, doesn’t really make sense, but... I think about when Ethan dropped out of the academy, and ended up doing heroin in New Orleans for three years, and I think about when I almost left the BAU because I was so convinced I’d never get clean that I didn’t even want to anymore, and—and the idea of you losing your education and your direction like that terrified me, probably unreasonably, and I took it out on you. And I’m sorry.”

“But I’m not like you or Ethan. You don’t have to worry about that. Even if I... even I do get in some sort of disciplinary trouble. That’s a road you don’t have to worry about me going down, ever.”

He fixes some unseen wrinkle on your shirt.

“Yeah, but, remember... I used to not be like me or Ethan either. Do you think twelve-year-old Spencer would have ever even considered that of the infinite realities and universes which exist, he was living in one where someday he’d be shooting up in the bathroom at work?”

“Mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head and burying your face in Spencer’s shoulder. The sound is more of a plea for him to be less descriptive than an answer to his rhetorical question. It’s still much easier for him to talk about that part of his life than it is for you to have to actually imagine it. You didn’t know him then, but you’ve seen pictures, and you know Spencer now, and it’s... it’s just too much. Too sad.

“Okay,” he agrees soothingly, still playing with your hair. “I digress. My point is that literally anything is possible, and while it’s not necessarily likely, I more than anyone know that anxiety even over the most improbable of things is never completely unfounded.”

You sniffle in response, too emotionally and physically exhausted to contribute much to the conversation by this point. Thankfully, Spencer can talk for two. An idiosyncrasy which you love and comes in handy every once in a while. He can play his own devil’s advocate; in this case, you.

“But that doesn’t mean I get to take it out on you. Ever. I truly, truly, sincerely apologize for that. I never want to hurt you.”

You let the apology sink into your skin like a salve, soothing every abrasion those earlier words had left in their violent wake.

After a few minutes, you find the energy to ask a question that might best remain unanswered.

“Are you still mad at me?”

He’s quiet for a beat, seemingly contemplative as his fingers trace abstract patterns in a language all his own on your arm.

“I’m not thrilled. But you were right earlier. It’s not my place to be mad at you for something like that.”

“Mm... it’s a little bit your place. You’re an actual professor.”

He chuckles.

“At an entirely different university.”

“Thank god,” you laugh. “You and me at the same school would be such an HR clusterfuck.”

While it’s almost a serious matter, the smile in his voice is evident.

“Yeah... I, uh... try not to think about it.”

“Okay, but seriously. In your professional opinion. Am I fucked? Like, do I need to prepare an appeal and character witnesses or whatever?”

Spencer sighs.

“It was incredibly reckless and irresponsible. You should be ready for disciplinary pushback from the schoolboard if you get caught. That being said... because over sixty of you got a hold of the answer key, I doubt anyone is getting expelled, and even if they did, it would likely only be the TA and the student he gave the key to. It’s my tentative, professional opinion that you’ll probably be fine.”

You relax slightly, allowing a tension you didn’t realize was there to shed like an old skin.

“I’m not gonna cheat again,” you promise on an exhale. It’s simply too much risk for too little reward.

Spencer’s response is quiet, and comes much faster than you’d expected.

“Oh, I know you aren’t. Because if you do, you’re going to have to worry about disciplinary action from me. And I’m not nearly as nice as the dean of your school, darling girl.”

But something about the way he says it—a thinly veiled threat/promise contrasted by a sweet kiss to your forehead—doesn’t exactly make academic honesty look all that exciting.

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tbhimnoteasyonmyself · 2 months

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9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know You Better

First of all, thank you Mickey (@thisautistic) for tagging me <3. Super thrilled that you thought of me for this!!

Now...

3 Ships You Like

1. Kimchay (Kinnporsche)

My babies. I want to protect them both. They're precious and perfect to be put in situations. A force strong enough to have me cooking a longfic after years of not writing a single one. Do I need to same more?? Absolutely obsessed 💜💜💜.

2. Pangwave (The Gifted)

Obligatory mention to my special little ADHD x Autism duo. Don't even arue that they're not canon, if you think that it's bc you missed very significant subtext, I suggest you rewatch this series. Pls and thank you. I will NOT take any criticism.

3. Sandray (Only Friends)

I knew from their 1st sex scene that I was down bad but their trailer sex scene just completely rewired my brain. Is their dynamic fucked up? Yes. Will they hurt each other along the way? Absolutely. But they're on their path to something better and I believe in them. Bc if Ray is deserving of love even after everything that went down then so are all of us. And there's that.

First Ship Ever

Larry Stylinson! (from One Direction)

Straight back from when I was 13, going strong! kskskskssksk I'm not so much there actively in the fandom anymore, but know that I'm there in spirit. sksksksksks Could never abandon the reason for so much change in my life! Good memories!!

Last Song Heard

Nooit Meer Spijt by S10

It's such a good song! I'm not Dutch or Dutch-adjacent but I was introduced to S10 by a friend of mine who's Belgian and I fell in love with her music ever since!

Favorite Childhood Book

A Fada Oriana (The Fairy Oriana) by Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen.

It's about a fairy named Oriana that has to take care of a forest but one day, while looking at the river, meets a fish who talks her into neglecting the forest, which causes a lot of trouble. Then, Oriana, has to learn how to repair the damage she made.

It's a book about responsibility, consequeses, the importance of individual action and learning from one's mistakes.

Currently Reading

Património Cultural: Realidade Viva (Cultural Patrimony: Live Reality) by Guilherme d'Oliveira Martins.

It's a book about the preservation of patrimony in Portugal under the context of belonging in the European Union in the 21st century.

It's not a very interesting book nor scientific, just a summary of Portuguese and European laws for people who don't wanna read the laws (?). I wouldn't read it on my own but it's a mandatory read for one of my classes in my Master's so I gotta ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Currently Watching

23.5

I didn't know if I was going to but since GMM seems to be finally trying out more for the GLs, I feel like I need to show my support in this direction so I made the moral choice of watching as it airs to make it clear to them the audience for this is here and we want more of it!

So far ep.1 was super cliché and silly but I liked it a lot!! I want all the clichés for the girls too! Tired of seeing queer women suffer and die on screen...

2. 3 Will Be Free

It had been sitting on my watchlist for a while but I never gotten around to it for some reason... Nevertheless, my latest Wheel Decide™ for what to watch next landed on it, so... I'm watching it now!

2 episodes in only but I'm loving it a lot!! The plot's super interesting so far, really like the way they're going about it. Let's see where it goes!!

Currently Consuming

I'm gonna opt to mention the game I'm currently playing (besides Bloons TD 6, but I'm always playing Bloons, so... not news), which is Heaven's Vault by Inkle!

It's an extremely niche game, focused on figuring out an ancient language and, with it, the history of the world it's set in. It envolves robots, space travelling, discussions on xenophobia and religious intolerence and a lot more. I haven't finished yet but I'm loving the experience so far!

I understand it's not for everyone but I'm loving it!! <3 (not a Mickey D's reference, fuck Mickey D's)

Currently Craving

You know, I could go with bibimbap bc I really want some rn but I'm gonna go a bit deeper and say: after the terribleness of my last 2 relationships, all I really want is one that's not enirely chatastrophic. kskssksksksk That'd be pretty neat. kssksksk

So yeah... This was a lot of fun, actually!! I love to share stuff about media I like!!

Tagging @jukain4216 @lost-my-sanity1 @anthrotmnt @shannankle @defomin @aiyui @fiddlepickdouglas @tinysandwichstudent @sicknsadsicknrad @itsamzz28 @whomanist and any other of my lovely moots that hasn't directly been tagged but comes accross this <3.

All the love! 💜💜💜

#Mickey #tag game #tag games #get to know me

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bouncingbeleg · 1 year

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I haven't gotten to my desktop in a while but feel like I need to update my rules so I'm just gonna pop this here for rn so I don't blank later

I'm dyslexic and the small text 🥲 can be a challenge

Unless otherwise discussed I'm not interested in playing into a world with homophobia, transphobia, racism, ect. Like if your character is trans mine aren't going to be weird about it. Sorry if the secrative, scared aspect is part of your character it just makes me really uncomfortable to be put in the position of being, for example, transphobic

And while I lovelovelove conflict pls don't come at my characters super aggressively if we haven't chatted, not even specifically about that just in general so I know we have good vibes, if we're talking in the tags that's plenty. Or obviously responding to a meme rp. Just as long as I can be sure it's not an excuse to bash my character.

That's all >< just some stuff that's bothered me over the last year, thanks for reading

#rules #out of cuthalion

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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wanna be yours part IIII | mcu ; p.maximoff

A/N ; Whew, shit. Okay, listen.. This one is intense -as the previous 3 BUT BUT.. hear me out. A cute lil lunch date situation. Where they're talking a little more and Pietro isn't being all weird and broody. I mean, he still is because the poor bastard is gobsmacked by cupid right now but anyway, i digress. This idea was cute so when it popped up, I rolled with it a little. I have other cute plans too in light of the plot development that is Stark!Reader and Pietro under the same roof at the towers currently, I can't wait either, holy shiiit.

Pairing ; Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Fem reader.

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; this is set after AoU with the caveat that Pietro obviously didn't die. That the Stark Tower has been rebuilt and apparently, for the time being, the team -and Stark!reader, will be cohabitating and also, this only very loosely miiight even halfway follow the timeline of the MCU in general with any changes I see fit. I'm writing this in the pretense that Pietro was gravely injured and as a result, he's currently recovering (rebuilding his superspeed completely as well as some other things). Other parts to this can be found I-here II-here III-here by clicking. It is.. definitely advised to read those first and then come back here.

Tag List ; @beardedbarba and @nos4ra2 are the only people on the taglist . if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including my MCU content, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; holy shit.. the sexual tension -and Pietro being a poor broody bastard in love, are real. There's a lil cuteness too. Just to yannow.. break up the tension and intensity.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters and I'm not accepting wrestling / wrestlers in my ask box. Any other fandom/character but wrestling that I happen to write for is fine and I beg of you -> send me things.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

Translations, if any ; „Mi-a furat inima”. - she stole my heart + "Când am văzut-o, a fost ca și cum totul în jurul meu... s-a oprit." - “ When I saw her it was like everything around me just…stopped.”

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Today was different. Today when he passed the little dance studio down the hall from the workout room, you weren’t alone. No, you had about 10 little girls present, all ranging in age from 6 to at least 13. There was an older woman present, scowling at Pietro as she shut the door firmly in his face. But Pietro wouldn’t be deterred and he made his way to one of the full wall windows towards the end of the little rectangular shaped room, peering inside.

Watching you as you helped the youngest of the little dancers with her form. Chuckling to himself as he rubbed his chin in thought. And this is where Bucky Barnes found him.

“Kid, we’ve had this discussion. Stark isn’t even gonna let you breathe her air. Why can’t you just find another gal, huh?” the older super soldier held Pietro’s gaze but only barely. Pietro kept stealing glimpses into the little room at you, he couldn’t help himself and it was a compulsion at this point. Bucky chuckles to himself and steps into the path of the young Sokovian’s view. He folds his arms across his chest and clears his throat. “You gonna answer that, Speedy?”

Pietro shrugs. “Because I don’t want another girl.” he admits, his words trailing off at the end. “And I don’t care what Stark thinks of it, either. She is…” he rubs his chin thoughtfully. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me, kid. Look, all I’m trying to do is prevent you from gettin strangled by an overprotective father, alright? Just tell me, kid. ‘S not like I’m gonna tell anybody else.”

Pietro’s antsy. One, because he doesn’t enjoy standing still for long at all and it’s almost impossible to do most of the time thanks to his super human physiology, and two, because he doesn’t enjoy explaining himself to anybody. And he really doesn’t even know how to begin explaining this. But the super soldier blocking his view at the moment isn’t going to let up until he’s gotten his answer, so Pietro finally responds.

„Mi-a furat inima”.

Bucky rubs his chin. He chuckles quietly. “She did, huh?”

Pietro nods. Chuckles quietly and then he continued, "Când am văzut-o, a fost ca și cum totul în jurul meu... s-a oprit."

“This isn’t some little game to you, huh?” Bucky questions, searching the younger speedsters eyes for any hint that he might be up to something. Given the dubious way that himself and the Maximoff twins entered the fold, he’s just trying to look out for the younger male. They’re kind of the outsiders in the situation.

When he doesn’t see any sign of his first suspicions being true, he takes a deep breath. “Okay, alright. But if you don’t listen to anything else I tell ya kid, listen to this. Stop lurking around all silent and broody. See, women think they want somebody mysterious and broody but really all most of ‘em want is for the guy to be himself and not be a jackass towards ‘em. The whole lurker thing you’ve got going on is..” Bucky chuckles as he drags the metal hand over his head, “Kinda fucking creepy, alright?”

Pietro nods and he mulls it over.

Stealing little gifts worked when he wasn’t looking for anything serious. The only problem with that whole idea was that he wanted something serious this time. And he wanted to make that known right off the bat. But his sister, Natasha and Bucky all made very good points individually. And they all seemed to agree that the lurking thing just wasn’t getting him what he wanted, and it definitely wasn’t getting him what he wanted any faster.

To quote his twin, you were torn between curious, lusting after him and deeper down, being just a little scared or uncomfortable whenever he tended to hover and lurk wordlessly.

“C’mon. We’re here to train, punk. Not lurk around outside a dance studio.” Bucky encouraged the younger male, nodding in the direction of the gym.

“Does this mean you are on my side then, Barnes?” Pietro questions warily.

Bucky mulled it over and shrugged. But in a firm tone he added, “If you make me regret this kid, so help me God..”

Pietro takes a deep breath and he taunts Bucky as he takes off in a blue streak blur down to the weight room leaving Bucky to swear in the middle of the hallway.

You caught yourself distracted on more than one occasion as you tried to lead the younger girls you’d been tasked with taking into a class. And this only made the grim-faced old woman grumble in frustration or roll her eyes and throw up her hands in annoyance. By the end of the little class you’d been tasked to lead you were at least halfway sure that you wouldn’t be asked again, so it came as a surprise when the woman lingered a minute or two after the younger girls had left.

“You handled yourself reasonably well. With a little work you could even be kind of good. Not good like me but good.” the woman’s blunt opinion had you biting your cheek just to keep from saying something in a moment of annoyance. It wasn’t as if you asked her to stick around, after all. You managed a smile, you thanked her politely. And the second she was gone from the studio, you shut the door and sat down on the floor, your back leaning against it.

There was a quiet knock at the door and you grumble quietly to yourself as you stand and pull the door open. Pietro whizzes past and he’s behind you, chuckling quietly as he leans against the barre along the one long mirrored wall.

You pout a little, blowing at sweaty strands of hair sticking to your forehead. Your chest is heaving and Pietro crosses the room. He remembers what Bucky warned him about and the conversation he had with both his sister and Natasha as well.

He remembers that you’re very.. Unsure of him. Attracted to him the same as he is to you, but unsure of him because he just seems to lurk quietly. And he’s always touching, staring.

This is what prompts him to speak up when he can finally manage to stop staring at you. “You look angry.”

You laugh. “Not really. A little annoyed, if anything.” you’re shocked because this is more than Pietro usually says to you for the most part. He steps closer, brows knit together in concern. “Why?” he asks quietly. If there’s anything he can do to ease the situation he knows that he’ll go and do it with zero hesitation and that thought both freaks him out and blows his mind.

The speedster is out of his depth here. You -and the way he feels about you, were never things he planned on having happen to him but now that it has, he’s impatient. Desperate, and oh so annoyed at himself for the way you make him feel. The fact that you’re clearly his Achilles heel -and most certainly a distraction, has him in awe and at the same time, it frustrates him because he doesn’t know what he’s doing. At all.

Everyone before you was at best a surface level attraction. Physical. Short. Fleeting. In and out of his life at twice the speed Pietro Maximoff is used to moving normally.

You laugh softly. “Condescending old hag who was in here earlier shadowing the class she twisted my arm to teach. Then she has the nerve to tell me that if I keep up dancing I might be half as good as her. The last time she had her name in lights was probably before Barnes or Rogers took the serum. And she wasn’t ever actually in anything big. She’s awfully full of herself for somebody who never actually made it.” you feel like a bitch for ranting and saying all the things you’ve just said, but the entire tone the older woman took with you just didn’t sit right at all.

You really are your father’s daughter. You’ve never taken kindly to being talked down to.

You apologize to Pietro for the rant and you nod to the door. “Boxing again?”

Pietro shrugs. He chuckles quietly. “It is something to do to pass the time, draga mea.”

You nod, you laugh softly. Wanda might have mentioned that while she enjoyed having idle time to just decompress after all they’d been through, Pietro was clawing at walls. He didn’t like having idle hands or an idle mind. “It’s because they won’t send you out, right?”

Pietro frowns but he nods. Neither of you seem to notice that the space between your bodies is growing smaller and smaller by the second until you feel the firm and the searing heat you’ve come to affiliate with the speedster you’re pressed against at the moment and the quietest gasp leaks from your mouth before you can stop it. His hand grips your hip and thick, rough fingers dig against the thin fabric of your favorite leotard. You tilt your head to look up at him. You give this teasing little smile. “Will you just like… relax? I thought my father and I were the definition of all stressed with nobody to choke but you’re so tense I half expect you to take flight any second.”

Pietro takes a shaky deep breath. His thumb rolls over the outline of your hip and he swallows hard. “Relax, she says.” he laughs softly.

“Yeah.” you mumble, gulping to try and get rid of the lump as it grows in your throat.

“Are you hungry?” you ask the question quietly after at least five seconds have passed and the tension is so thick, so palpable between the two of you that you can’t take it another second. Pietro thinks it over and gives you that lazy little smirk. The cocky one that currently haunts your filthiest dreams.

“Always, draga mea.” and just the husk in his voice when he answers has you squeezing your thighs together until they ache because there’s this light burning in baby blue eyes that tells you he definitely meant the innuendo hidden in the answer.

The only question you’re left with no answer to is whether this is just a game to him or whether he legitimately wants you. The former seems more likely but the latter… The latter is what you desire most down deep.

Before you can even get out that you know a really good diner down the block, Pietro has picked you up and he’s holding you bridal style in strong arms as the downtown area of your city blazes past you in lightning speed, it’s dizzying. So much so that you have to hide your face in his neck and cling to him. But then it’s still. You’re standing body to body outside of the diner in question and he chuckles.

“Your usual, yes?”

“How’d…” you start to ask him how he knows that but all he gives in response to your half spoken question is one of those cocky little grins and a shrug as he pushes open the door for you and you duck beneath a muscular arm to step into the crowded diner.

The back booth is the one you always sit at. It’s your seat. It’s been your seat since your father found this place when you were around 6 and he was looking for pancakes after a particularly long night filled with lots of alcohol and lots of swearing and throwing things around in his basement lab at the tower. When he found the little obscure diner, he rushed right back home and woke you up despite all the nanny at the time’s protests.

Because the nannies might have been a necessary evil but they have never been as prominent in your life as your father.

You shake the memory from your mind and as you slip into the booth on your usual side, Pietro sinks down to sit right next to you. You bite your lip as you glance up at him. Pietro takes a menu, blue eyes scan the list of all the food offered.

“I think, draga mea…” he smiles at you, “I will get what you always do.” and there’s almost this teasing gleam in his eyes as they fix on you. “Has t’ be good if the little noises you make are anything to go by.”

You laugh softly but your body is burning up.

A muscular arm settles against the booth at your back and his fingertips graze against your shoulders. And yet again, your entire body feels like a raw nerve. Like someone’s dragging a live wire over you and sending electricity throughout.

His eyes catch on the photo of you and your father that you’ve chosen as a lock screen. It’s Christmas when you were 5. The year he got you every single Hot Wheels you even gave a backwards glance to at the toystore. And the biggest race track you’d ever lain eyes on. And Tony Stark wouldn’t be him if he didn’t find some way to make the whole thing even better by taking the track, assembling it on a big table he found at some secondhand store in Brooklyn along with motorizing the entire thing.

Pietro laughs and nods to the photo.

“Daddy’s girl, are you?” he teases gently. Almost affectionately. You stick out your tongue and nod. The waitress comes to take your order and once she’s gone again, Pietro is quiet. Staring at the tabletop like he’s lost in thought.

And he is. Because once again, he’s trying to remind himself that in order to get what he wants, it’s not his speed that will benefit him most this time. It’s slowing down the pace. Actually getting to know you. Proving to you that he wants this to be real and he has no intention to go anywhere. That he’s different than the others that Natasha told him about.

That he wants you and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen.

Slow is harder for him but in this case, it is a necessary evil.

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