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Imagine being Wade’s best friend who he’s secretly in love with, but you’re dating this other asshole guy who winds up stepping out of line with you, so Wade puts him in his place before confessing his feelings to you.

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“Get out of here!” Wade gives what was probably now your ex-boyfriend a shove as he points towards your front door angrily. Your ex hesitates for just a moment, until Wade continues, “Don’t make me fuck that butterface of yours up more than God already has!”

“You’re going to regret this,” he shouts before storming out.

“Keep talking, fuckboy,” Wade calls after him, before he quickly turns towards you once the jerk is out of sight. “Hey, are you okay?” he begins, and you give a wary nod, still shaken by the events of the night.

“I think so. Thanks, Wade. If you hadn’t been here—” he cuts you off with a wave of the hand that soon comes to rest on your shoulder, pulling you closer into his embrace.

“Yeah, well, your hero has come, so no need to worry about that asshat anymore.”

You hug him back, “Sorry for dragging you into this.”

“It’s cool, ‘cause I kind of love you, you know,” pulling back just a little, Wade continues, “Plus, it’s almost like the author of this story had no idea how else to get me in this situation.”

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“Alright Lila, just hold it steady now,” Clint spoke gently to his daughter.

The young girl nodded as she held the beginner’s quiver with one arrow notched. A target stood opposite of her just a few yards ahead. Lila took a deep breath before letting the arrow soar. The tip sank a little to the left of the bullseye. Clint beamed.

“That’s a great shot, kid,” he cheered, “Getting better everyday.” “Really daddy?” she asked with wide eyes. He smirked and kissed her head. “Really, princess. Cooper, your turn.”

The slightly older boy stepped up next to his father and sister. Clint smiled before kneeling in front of his son. He gently grabbed the boy’s face, a hand on each side.

“Remember, relaxing is a part of it too, okay?” His son nodded. “You’ll do great.”

Clint stood up and took a step back. Lila held one of his hands as she watched her older brother raise the bow. Cooper kept his eye on the target just a bit farther away than his sister’s. Concentrating, he let the arrow fly, hitting the bullseye. His face broke into a grin as Clint began to laugh.

“You did it, buddy! You hit the bullseye,” Clint cheered, “This calls for some ice cream, just for you Coop.”

Clint continued to ramble on about the mark as the trio headed toward the house. Cooper and Lila were beaming, loving the time they were spending with their dad.

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Careful - Tony Stark x (f)Reader

Words: 1241 Pairing: Tony Stark x (f)Reader Featuring: Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Natasha Romanoff Warnings: none? Requested by @floralpeaceofmind “Can you please write sad/fluffy imagine with Tony Stark where y/n is pregnant but didn’t tell Tony so she can fight with them and gets hurt? I’ll let the end to your imagination. Thank you:)” Author’s Note: flufffffff yay! Is it just me, or has Tumblr seemed really dead lately? The imagine tags and notes are really weird, people I usually see get a ton of notes only a few minutes after they post are barely getting any after an hour, it’s weird. Oh well! Here’s a Tony imagine!

Masterlist.

You scrolled through the photos on your phone, smiling at every one you came across, reminding you of the good times.

Wanda and you just liked to do this when you two hung out. This time it was your turn, and the topic was your boyfriend. It made you happy, yet sad. Afraid that after a few days, it could all potentially be ending.

“First date.” You told her as you came across one of the first photos you had of Tony.

“Romantic or not?” She asked.

“It was, really awkward.” You laughed, remembering the night. Tony had asked you out twice before. The first time, you turned him down because you knew how much of a playboy he was. Second time, you were afraid that the only reason he was talking to you was because he knew of what you could do and only wanted to recruit you. (Plot twist, he didn’t even know you had your power. He just really liked you.) Third time, you said yes, just to give him a shot. And after the awkwardness left, you two hit it off. And have been going strong for two years.

“What about this one?” Wanda picked another photo.

“It was my birthday.” You said. “He tried to embarrass me as much as he could, it was sweet, yet I was suffering.” You said.

“You guys have a good relationship. What is this?”

“This is when we worked on the renovated Stark Tower.” You explained. “We felt that we needed to capture the moment.” You said, talking about a photo a sneaky AI took of you guys kissing in front of fireworks. It’s one of your favorites.

“Give me a minute.” Wanda stood up and smiled, heading to the bathroom. Man, you had missed these days, especially now all that you do is worry.

“Um,” Wanda said as she walked out a minute later. “I know this is not not mine and Natasha cannot possibly have this happen…” Wanda held up a pregnancy test and you swore at yourself.

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Reconciliation

Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Summary: Your memory kept Bucky fighting all these years and is the one thing that helps him sleep peacefully at night. He believes you’re dead but…things never go as planned.

Warnings: lots of angst in the beginning, kinda fluffy at the end, minor cursing

Word Count: 853

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ou were the one constant thing in his life - your smile, your laugh, that little spark in your eye each time you got some new, crazy idea. He got drunk off of your face. He wasn’t sure how he always remembered you, but he did.

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Ten years of Marvel Studios

24 and 35 for Peter please?

24. “If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.”35. “I’ll just tell your mom on you.”_____________________________________________________________

“Dan Reynolds, put that down!” you yell across the chaotic apartment, rushing towards the mischievous seven year-old holding the kitchen knife. He grins at you and drops it on the floor with a clatter before rushing away to find another part of the home to wreak havoc on.

Whoever said babysitting is fun is a dirty liar.

Placing the knife safely back into the block, you turn around and look for where the little monster went. Then you hear a knock on the door. Groaning, you head towards the door, already thinking of how you’re going to tell Mrs. Reynolds that you can’t babysit anymore. You cry out when you trip over something just as you reach the door, and you place your hands against it to regain your balance.

Looking down, you see another one of Dan’s shoes. “Daniel, if I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away!”

With that said, you open the door, and are shocked to see a cute boy around your age, smiling softly down at you with his hands in his pockets. “Hey, I-I’m Peter. I live in the apartment next door.”

You smile bashfully up at him, internally wishing he didn’t see you in this state. “I’m (y/n).”

He smiles crookedly, and your heart melts a little. “So, you’re the Reynolds’ babysitter this week?” You nod. “That’s a crazy thing to take on. Do you mind if I come in?”

Shaking away your mindlessness, you open the door wider and allow him to enter. “Watch out for the shoes,” you warn.

Peter looks around the home, and a blush dusts your cheeks at the state of the apartment. “You know,” he says, “this is the best I’ve seen this apartment when sitters come.”

You scoff. “Seriously?”

He nods. “Daniel!”

“Peter!” You hear the little boy squeal before he comes flying around the corner in his pajamas (that you barely managed to get on him) and hugs Peter around the tops of his legs.

Peter laughs, and your mouth drops open in shock. “Hey, kiddo. Having fun?” Dan turns around and gives you his mischievous grin again and nods. You resist the urge to scowl down at him. “Good!” Peter exclaims. “But it’s time for you to go to bed, but first you have to put your shoes away like (y/n) said.”

Dan crosses his arms and fixes Peter with a glare. “But what if I don’t wanna?”

“I’ll just tell your mom on you.”

Dan’s eyes widen with shock and fear and he rushes away, beginning to pick up his shoes and put them on the rack by the door. You look up at Peter in shock. “How–”

“If there’s one thing you need to know about Dan, it’s that he’s terrified of his mother.” Peter laughs. “Kinda weird, actually, because his mom is the sweetest and,” he leans over and whispers, “spoils him rotten, if you can’t already tell.”

You laugh, and watch as Dan trudges toward his bedroom, mumbling a half-hearted “good night.” Peter and you say it back, and you finally get a good look at the apartment. “This is going to take forever to clean up,” you realize.

Peter glances over at you, and now, it’s his turn to blush. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair is thrown up in a messy ponytail with strands falling out, but he couldn’t care less. And your eyes are beautiful. He gulps and looks away before you notice him staring. You just might be one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever met.

“You know,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck. “I could stay and help you clean up.”

You look up at him and shake your head. “Oh, no no no, that won’t be necessary, you’ve helped enough already.”

“I don’t mind!” Peter insists, already moving to the kitchen and putting dishes in the sink. “With two of us, it shouldn’t take as long.”

Smiling, you move to the living area and begin to pick up the various toys and put them in a basket that the Reynolds’ keep for Dan. You and Peter make small talk as you work, and he’s right–it does go much faster than it would if it was just you. Sooner than you would have liked, the two of you are done cleaning, and you stand at the door together.

“It was really nice to meet you, Peter,” you say, smiling up at him. “And thank you so much for all of your help.”

“Anytime.” He grins. “The next time you babysit, I’ll be happy to come over again. The Reynolds’ know me, so I’m sure they don’t mind.”

Your heart drops–you weren’t planning on babysitting for Dan ever again–but flutters when you think about seeing Peter again. “Sounds good to me.” You smile.

Peter scratches the back of his neck. “So, um, could I, maybe, have your number? We could go see a movie sometime, or do something else, or…” He trails off, laughing as a blush comes over his cheeks. You’re blushing too.

“Sure,” you whisper, getting your phone out of your pocket. He smiles, and the two of you exchange numbers, before continuing your awkward stalemate by the door. He’s smiling adorably down at you, and you up at him. Neither of you want to leave quite yet.

Gathering your courage, you stand up on your toes and press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Bye, Peter.”

By now, he’s blushing madly. “Bye,” he whispers. You smile once more at him before shutting the door behind you. Leaning against it, you smile to yourself. There’s something about that boy.

Little do you know, he’s skipping back to his apartment, thinking the same thing.

Lakeside picnic

Note: Steve surprises you with a picnic by the lakeside. When you’ve eaten, Steve thinks it’s a good idea to go swimming, but you soon have to tell him you can’t because you don’t know how do swim.

“I could lie here forever with you,” Steve mumbled into the side of your neck.

You giggled as his breath tickled your skin, “Oh, I wish we could, Steve,” You rolled over onto your stomach and propped yourself up on your elbows, “But remember the last time we got home late? I am not sitting through another one of Sam’s lectures about being ‘safe’?”

Steve laughed as he stood “You’re right, sweetheart,” He reached out his hand to you, “But there’s one more thing I need to do before we go. Are your pockets empty?”

You raised your eyebrow, “Yes… Why?” You answered as you took his hand to get up. Instead of responding, Steve lifted you off the ground and threw you over his shoulder in one swift motion.

You screamed at the sudden movement, “Put me down Rogers!”

You felt Steve’s chest rumble as he laughed, “Relax, Y/N, I won’t drop you,” He said as he moved away from the picnic rug, “…Yet,” You could imagine the grin on his face as he said it.

Your eyes widened as you neared the lake and you realised what he was about to do, “No, Steve! I can’t–”

Before you could finish, you felt yourself and Steve tumbling into the water, making a loud splash.

You could feel as you separated from Steve under the water, reaching you arms out desperately to try and grab him while trying to push yourself up to the surface.

Steve’s arms finally found their way around your torso to lift you up above the water you were gasping for air.

“Y/N? Y/N, breathe,” Steve said, still holding onto you as you both floated in the water. He emphasised his breathing in hopes that you would follow along, and it started to work as you felt your heart rate slowing back to a normal pace.

You finally caught you breath back enough for you to speak, “I’m sorry, Steve, I’m just… Not comfortable in the water.”

Steve laughed, “I get it, going in fully clothed isn’t the comfiest thing to swim in, right?” He looked up at you, “Y/N?”

You lowered your head, shaking slightly as you began to sob. Steve gently stroked your cheek, beckoning you to look up at him. But you kept your gaze firmly planted downwards. He kept his hand securely on your arm the entire time, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You shook your head.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. You know that.”

You finally looked up at him, “I… I can’t swim, Steve,” You said finally, feeling embarrassed, “I didn’t want you to think I was pathetic.”

Steve was silent for a moment before he lifted your chin and dried your tears away, “Come here,” He said, pulling you closer to him as he gently lead you both back to the grass.

He ran quickly to fetch a towel from the picnic basket and wrapped it around you before gesturing for you to sit on the grassy bank.

Steve draped his arm around your shoulder, “I’m sorry I dragged you into there, Y/N. If I knew how much danger I was putting you–”

“It’s not your fault, Steve. Really,” You said, “I just… I didn’t want you to think anything less of me for knowing that I can’t even swim.”

“Hey, it’s not easy,” He smiled, “And I would never think of you differently over something like that,” He waved his hand, “You’re still my best girl, Y/N,” He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“I don’t think that towel is doing you much good though,” He observed. You looked down and saw you were still drenched.

“It’s fine, I’ll just have to air dry,” You smiled.

“Or we could go back in the water?” A playful grin appeared on his face.

“But Steve–”

“It’ll be fine, Y/N. I’ll give you a piggy back,” He winked as he took your hand and moved back towards the lake.