High and scared moment - Pietro "Peter" Maximoff x reader
hello friends!! ive finished a whole year of uni isnt that cool? i think it is. anywho!! i hope you enjoy, this has been in the drafts for a bit. also i feel like i kinda flip flopped between pietro and peter cause it feels natural to me. But he does speak russian and i imagine him with a bit of a russian accent. when you have so many hcs about a guy i think it makes it hard to write him in a canon compliant fashion...
warnings // drug use, nothing else im fairly certain
y/n's phone buzzed once with a text, then again, and then four more times before they finally rolled over to their side table to see who needed your attention so badly at oh-my-god o'clock. they flip over and unlock their phone to be met with the following
y/n sighed deeply, sitting up a little to answer Kurt
y/n made a face at their phone. of course he was. cause what else did Pietro and his best buddy do when they were left unsupervised other than get way too high? maybe it was rude to loop Kurt in with the rapscallion currently keeping him awake at 2 am on a thursday. they rolled out of bed, snappishly kicking on their slippers before trudging out of the room in the direction of Kurt's to collect their boyfriend-puddle.
y/n knocks gently on kurt's door, pushing it open when they heard a soft "yah?" on the other side. the door opens to reveal the following scene
Pietro, laying on his stomach on a beanbag chair, babbling incoherent nonsense at nobody. a South Park ash tray with like a cool inch of ash. and poor poor Kurt, trying to convince Pietro to drink some water
"..pete?"
y/n asked gently, walking inside. they crouched down to beanbag height. Pietro (with great effort) turned his head in the direction of their voice, face quickly going from pissy to sooo dopey and disgustingly joyful.
"y/nnnnnnn!! y/n oh my god....you....yh....hi"
He babbled, his words slurring like he was speaking in cursive font. He reached up for them without actually getting up, so he was just kinda extending his arms upways at them. y/n just sighed.
"hey, how are you feeling?"
they said softly, reaching down to move his hair out of his face.
"goh..yes!"
he nodded very enthusiastically. Y/n looked up and met eyes, very tired eyes, with Kurt.
"he has not moved for half an hour, i am afraid"
"yeah, me too"
y/n sighed under their breath, looking back at peter. they ran a hand over his forehead, brushing his bangs out of his face. and this moron is just gagging.
"yy/nn!! huii"
Pietro murmured, finally getting a hold of their arm and tugging them down ontop on him. y/n made a noise of protest, trying with all their might (not really) to free themselves from his grasp.
"n-no, pete cmon. we need to get up. you need to go to your own room. you cant stay here"
y/n explained, trying to remain gentle instead of flicking him in the forehead like they really wanted to. Pietro was not cooperating.
After a short tussle and some help from Kurt, Pietro was on his feet. well thats an exaduration, Pietro was partially being dragged down the hall by y/n to his own dorm. He was slumped against y/ns side, face smushed into the crook of their neck babbling nonsense.
"and then we....we played tomodatchi, the old one, on his DS...it was really fun. i made you"
"yeah?"
"yeah but...you didnt fall in love with me, you were into fuckin' Neal Peart"
y/n snorted. "Neal Peart from-"
"yes the drummer from Rush, Neal Peart. you digged Neal Peart"
The pout in their boyfriend's voice was palpable. they pat his shoulder in a comforting fashion and choke back a laugh as they both come to his door. nearly fumbling his key (that Kurt so kindly kept until you got there so they wouldnt have to search through the thousand pockets of his cargo pants) and unlocking his door. The two of them get inside and Pietro stumbles onto his bed with all the grace of a newborn dear, almost army crawling to get under his sheets. y/n sighed for maybe the 45th time.
"Pete,cmon you need to change"
"noo..no im happy here"
"but is tomorrow pietro gonna be happy if he wakes up in the same gross clothes hes in right now?"
Pietro sighed pathetically, lifting his head up and looking at y/n with a disgustingly sweet smile.
"help me?"
He said with a pathetic dopey smile. y/n was already on it, grabbing him some sleep clothes from his drawer. a pair of soft pants and a worn cotton band t-shirt. they help him to undress and re dress while laying down, because they had no faith in his ability to stand up and not immediately fall back down. they help him into bed, tucking him in and brushing his fringe out of his face. Whatever he did, no matter how fuckass and dumb, they couldnt help but feel any and all irritation melt away when they looked at his stupidly sweet face.
"are you too cold? or too hot? i can get you a compress"
they fussed quietly as to not make his headache, that would certainly manifest if it hadnt already, any worse. They were met from the same dopey smile from Pietro.
"no..im alright"
he responded, same dopey smile adorning his face. y/n returned his smile, slowly pulling away from his twin bed before a hand grabbed onto their top.
"are you leaving?"
Pietro asked pitifully, a soft almost pout replacing his sleepy smile. he became suddenly much more lucid at the prospect of his love leaving him alone at that moment.
"you need to sleep,my love"
"Милая...please"
(rom - milaya, meaning darling)
He murmured, tugging on their shirt. y/n looked down on their pathetic puddle of a boyfriend with a pensive expression. Pietro's pout deepened.
"just..just until im asleep"
he all but begged.
"please" he added on in a whisper so soft y/n almost didnt catch it.
so like a lawn chair, y/n folded. they nodded, sliding onto his bed beside him. not under the sheets, trying to hold on to the pipe dream that theyed be able to go back to their own dorm at some point tonight.
but who were they kidding, they thought as they glanced at pietros bedside alarm clock. it was nearly three in the morning, and he was already pulling them into his personal space. they werent leaving anytime soon.
ty for reading!! this wasnt really inspired by one thing, more a collection of experiences. one specific thing i can point to however is the bit about tomodatchi life, real actual horrors my boyfriend experienced when the mii he made of myself fell inlove with mii peter parker. poor guy..
also do any of you ever feel sick after getting stoned or am i allergic to pot. im starting to think thats the case cause ill always fall asleep and then wake up feeling like ive caught the flu
last thing, what do we think about the texts is that stupid. i have a soft spot for smaus and kinda want to write one but idk...
^ Kurt to Peter after half an hour of gently suggesting he should gtfo