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I wasn't watching episode's 8 and 9 while they aired so I watched it together before season finale. Did they just went from episode about war trauma to musical one. Also I know how my Spotify wrapped will look this year.

Playing House

Author: Mikala

Characters: Clint Barton x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Maybe like one swear word?

Author’s Note: This was also supposed to be a drabble… I am known for going above and beyond. The prompt was “I needed someone… And you were the only one I thought of.” I made up a cousin/family members for Clint. As always in my fics, Clint’s wife and kids do not exist in this. Let me know if you want a smutty Part 2?

Makeup scrubbed off, freshly showered, hair pulled up, pajamas on. You bed was calling your name, and as far as you were concerned, nothing was going to pull you away from it. You had just laid down, pulled the covers over your body, and found a comfortable position when you heard your cell phone’s text alert sound go off. You groaned, tempted to ignore it, but it went off twice more almost immediately afterwards. You figured that if it was an emergency, whoever it was would have called you rather than texted… But then again, who would text you three times in a row when it was almost midnight? Your curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself rolling over to grab your phone from your nightstand. You smiled when you saw the messages were from “Merida.” You had a fierce love for all things Disney, and maybe a little crush on a certain archer friend of yours, so that was what Clint’s number was saved as in your contacts. You quickly scrolled through his most recent texts to you.

EMERGENCY. I NEED YOUR HELP ASAP –Clint

Ok well… It’s not really an emergency but I would appreciate your help –Clint

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Animated posters ❀ MCU locations

Still Peter Parker - Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: I’m really trying to crank stuff out, at least once a day. Requests are starting to pile up, and I also have some things I want to get to. It’s a little overwhelming. And thank you all for 150, it’s only been three days since I hit 100 followers, and it’s really amazing to see how fast our little community is growing.

Prompt ( 1 , 2 ): “I can’t believe you talked me into this,“ and “You lied to me.”

Warning: Idfk, a little angsty-ish, I guess

Words: 751 (I’m sorry that this is so short, I really want to get this out, and not stay up until midnight to do it)

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Prank King & Queen

Request: Could you do an imagine with deadpool where the both of you prank the avengers tower and they all catch it on tape and find you? Once they find you they also figure out that the two of you have been pranking basically everything and everywhere whilst wearing different meme masks?

Pairing: Deadpool x reader

Warnings: Swearing (what’s new)

A/N: Yo okay so I haven’t seen Deadpool so I don’t really know much about the character’s personality so I hope I did your request justice. I know I didn’t really do meme masks, but I did horror movie masks.Love y’all. X

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“Y/N,” You heard your name being whispered from the door of your room, and as you looked over you saw your buddy Wade, aka Deadpool, standing there suggestively with his hands on his hips, nodding his head slowly.

“Can I help you, beatle boy?” You asked, putting your book now and turning to face him.

“I think it’s time we go for round five,” He says, and you’re almost certain Wade is smirking under that mask, which covered his face along with his entire body which was covered as well.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, unsure of what he meant by round five.

“Remember when we pranked the rest of the hero dudes by standing in the dark wearing Freddy Krueger masks?” He asked, and you smiled at the memory, nodding, “I think it’s time for prank numero cinq,” He held up two fingers and you smirked.

You and Wade stood in the middle of the kitchen, waiting for someone to get up for a midnight snack - which was normally Steve. You both stood there, in Freddy Krueger masks from Nightmare on Elm Street, standing silently and perfectly still.

You heard a door open and shut, and you smirked to yourself knowing Steve was getting up for his ‘secret’ midnight snack, which was normally some cookies. You saw Steve’s body make it’s way into the kitchen as he let out a scream, his body hitting the wall behind him.

“WHAT THE FU- JESUS CHRIST, SON OF A BITCH!” He cursed, running back down the hallway, and you did your best to hide your laughter as you and Wade high-fived and went back to your rooms, mimicking Steve’s face.

“Alright, mister, and what might that be?”

~

The tower was silent, everyone was out on a mission and since you and Wade were both injured, you both stayed back. Luckily for you both, it was time for big prank number five. Your special power was controlling ice and water, so you were going to freeze over the entire room. Wade absolutely loved the idea, his face lighting up at the thought of giving Tony a little bit of a surprise when coming home.

You had slowly made your way around the house, your fingertips sparking blue as you covered the walls and furniture in a small layer of ice, Wade staying in front of you so he wouldn’t ‘slip and die.’

“It’s so cold in here, how can you handle it?” He asked once you finished the entire floor (the main floor), the ice shining a light orange due to the setting sun.

“I’m used to it,” You shrugged, about to take a sip of water until realizing it was frozen, making you roll your eyes and put the glass down.

“Do you feel cold?” He asked, an arm draping around your shoulders as you smiled lightly.

“No,”

You heard the elevator ding from a couple doors down, and knew that the gang was back, so Wade grabbed your hand and ducked you both under a cabinet, completely invisible to people passing by. You heard their chatter stop as Tony’s voice soon replaced the silence.

“What the HELL HAPPENED HERE?!” You heard him stomp his way into your vision, “ICE? REALLY? WADE, IS THAT YOU? YOU’RE BEHIND THIS, AREN’T YOU?”

You covered your mouth, silencing your oncoming giggles.

“It’s fucking freezing, where the hell did all this ice come from?” You heard Natasha’s voice as she made her way into the same room.

“Who do you think? Who do we know that can cast ice?” Steve tried hiding his chuckle as Tony shot a deadly stare at the soldier.

“Y/N! GET YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW!” You hid your head in Wade’s chest, his heart beating fast. You slowly started to let the spark leave your fingers, noticing how the ice was slowly starting to melt, water droplets falling onto the less frozen ground.

“Fuck, no, you are not flooding my tower, nuh uh missy!” You couldn’t hold it in any longer and let out a loud laugh at Tony’s extremely pissed off face, making his angry eyes look directly at you as you saw him practically steaming, the other Avengers amused, laughing quietly.

“Yes, Mister Stark?” You asked innocently, walking out with your hands behind your back, quickly absorbing all the moisture you had created, making it disappear without Tony noticing.

“Y-You’re flooding my tower!” He flailed his arms and you cocked your eyebrow, looking around.

“I see no water, Tony,” You gave him an ‘are you crazy’ look, your lying skills playing in very well at a moment like this. Tony rolled his eyes and turned around, his jaw dropping quickly when he realized indeed, there was not a drop of water on any furniture or floor, his eyes bulging. He sighed and turned around.

“Don’t mess with me, kiddo, it’s been a long day,” He rolled his eyes and walked off, leaving you and the other Avengers laughing your asses off.

~

“Y/N! Wade! Will you come down here a second?” Tony’s voice called throughout the tower, making you groan and get off your bed, heading towards the kitchen. When you walked in, you joined Tony, looking at a security footage of the tower. Wade walked in, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you both watched the footage. You saw yourself walking in and freezing everything, hiding, and sucking it all back up when Tony called you out, making you cringe as Tony turned to face the two of you.

“So, this is what you two do on your time off?” He asked, and you looked over at Wade.

“Nah, just when we’re bored,” He shrugged and you elbowed him.

“This was a one time thing, we’re very sorry we startled you Tony,” You smiled sheepishly at him, giving him a slight puppy-dog look.

“One time thing? Really? What about the Freddy Krueger incident? Or when you pretended to be bad guys at my party by wearing the masks from the Purge and playing a video you two filmed of yourselves? Or when you put fake blood on the wall and scared the living shit out of us? Or when-”

“Yeah, we get it, we’re bored often,” Wade chuckled slightly, and Tony rolled his eyes.

“Next time you guys are here alone, you’ll have work to do,”

“No, Tony we’ll behave, we promise, right Wade?” You shot Wade a look.

“Yes, promise,” Wade put on a fake smile, and Tony eyed you two suspiciously before nodding and walking out of the room. Wade let out a sigh as you burst out laughing, walking over to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I think we’ll have to be sneakier, prank queen,” Wade grinned, pressing a small kiss to your lips, making you smile back.

“Indeed we do, prank king,” 

Wisdom Teeth and Too Small T-Shirts (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: “10 and 13 from the prompt list with Peter, pretty please????” + “#10 please”

#10: “There is no way I’m going out in public with you looking like that.”

#13: “Hey is that my shirt?”

Summary: When you became Peter’s girlfriend you knew you would have to put up with a lot of things: crazy supervillians, missed dates, late assignments, etc. but you never anticipated that your hardest challenge to date would be something not related to his hero persona at all, but just getting home from the dentist.

“Vhat the hmck.” Peter struggled against the seatbelt that you had just buckled for him. He had just gotten his wisdom teeth out and his speech was pretty impaired by the cotton in his mouth. While it was extremely cute, you focused on the task at hand; getting Peter to keep still and keep his seatbelt on. You were supposed to drive him home and take care of him for a bit while Aunt May was at work and you had openly accepted the job, getting to witness whatever crazy stuff Peter said would be super funny and cute, you just hadn’t anticipated how crazy.

“(Y/N)!” Peter yelled. “Vhere err ooh?” 

“Peter I’m right here. I just walked around the car to get in.” You giggled as you got in the driver’s seat and buckled yourself. You began to back out when Peter screamed and you pressed the brake to the floor.

“Oh my gosh! Peter what?” You looked at him in the rearview mirror. 

He yawned and shrugged. “I just felt like I needed to do that.” You closed your eyes in exasperation. Maybe this wouldn’t be as cute as you thought. 

Once you got on the road you heard Peter rummaging around in the back of your car. You ignored it because of the heavy traffic and hoped he wasn’t causing too much trouble. When you looked up you snorted in surprise. 

“Hey is that my shirt?” Somehow Peter had taken off his own shirt and put on one of your extras that you had kept in the back of your car. It was obviously much too small for him and had a print from a Disney movie on it. 

“No.” He jutted out his chin stubbornly. “This is my shirt.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his look of surprise when he looked down and noticed the shirt didn’t cover his stomach. He looked so ridiculous you couldn’t help it.

“Oh Peter.” You giggled. “What am I going to do with you?” 

“Kiss me probably,” He winked before laughing himself while you just rolled your eyes. He continued to make comments as he reached into your bag and pulled out your tiny makeup bag. 

“Peter no.” You tried to look at him again as you simultaneously tried to turn the corner and avoid an oncoming car that had swerved into your lane. 

“Peter yes.” He answered you as he began to put eyeliner on his nose. You gave up and focused on the road. Once you got home you’d be able to give him the attention he obviously needed.

Soon you were parked in the apartment lot and you finally looked at Peter. 

“I can’t believe you.” You couldn’t stop laughing at how funny your boyfriend looked. You were pretty sure that lipstick was on his eye lids, and matched with the tiny shirt he sure was a sight to see. Peter began giggling because you were laughing. 

“How do I look?” You just shook your head and grabbed the bag away from him, still chuckling. 

Peter went to open his door but it was stuck. “Why won’t it open?” He asked you innocently. You smirked as Peter struggled against the child locks that you had activated as soon as you both had gotten in the car. 

“I’m sorry Peter, but there is no way I’m going out in public with you looking like that.”

If T’Challa fits, he sits

You did good Chris. 

You gave an entire generation a shining star in Steve Rogers. Not only in strength, but in courage. In valor. In getting back up every time you fall, in fighting for what’s right even if everyone is against you. In being kind, being selfless, being determined, being loyal. 

It was never about the super speed, strength, and shield for me.

Steve is hope, inspiration, a friend during the darkest of times, a beacon of light when the world is against you. Steve is adjusting in a place you don’t feel like you belong, loving so fiercely you become almost reckless, sorrow so painful it makes you ache, smiling despite it all and holding yourself tall. 

Thank you Chris for taking on this role even when it terrified you. Thank you for embodying this character, for not only portraying his ideals, thoughts, and behaviors so perfectly, but for adopting them and working towards being a better man. 

I’ll always believe we deserve a more Steve central cap 3. Maybe one day we’ll get that.

But for now, I just wanted to say, Captain America won’t disappear even if Chris is done playing Cap. Even if someone reprises the role, there’s only ever going to be one Cap. Chris is an iconic Steve Rogers. Even if A4 is the last time we see him on screen, he has a place in our hearts that ensures his legacy, his love, his story will always be there. 

That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb and too brave not to run away from a fight, I’ll follow him forever. 

Thank you Chris Evans for being our Captain. Thank you for bringing Steve Rogers to life.