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Do Me a Favor (Part 9)

Summary:  AU! Bucky Barnes and you are neighbors and close friends. As a huge favor, Bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a relative’s wedding and you agree.

Word Count: 2,227

Warnings: None.

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A/N: Here’s part 9, guys! Yes, this is Let’s Pretend all over again, I am only making minor changes.

You gasped, covering your mouth with a hand as the hurt hit your chest. You hadn’t thought about Bucky ever walking away from you. Bucky had been a permanent fixture in your life for so long and now… Tears streamed down your cheeks, pain invading every fiber of your being. It had only taken three days for everything to fall apart, for your most intimate relationship to come apart at the seams.

You bent at the waist, letting the bitter tears out and muffling your sobs with your hand. You didn’t want anyone barging in, attempt to offer you comfort for this. It had been your decision after all. You knew how Bucky was, how much he feared new things. And you had still fallen for that smile, those expressive eyes. Had let the bliss of a dance and the close proximity of handsome Bucky reel you in, and you were gone. Hook, line, and sinker.

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anonymous requested: hiya! love your blog- could i request a bucky x reader oneshot where the reader’s been hiding out with him, and during the escape scene from cacw she’s in the apartment when steve comes in? hpe that makes sense! thx!

Author’s note: Hey! That makes perfect sense - I’ve actually been toying with this kinda idea for a while now, so I’m glad someone requested it! Hope you enjoy xxx

Bucky Barnes x Reader

The apartment is dark, newspaper covering the windows and blocking you from anyone’s view. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest, filling the silence of the ratty apartment, as you anxiously check the time again. You can’t stop yourself from being nervous - it’s a habit whenever Bucky goes out on his own. You’re nervous that he won’t come home, that someone’ll catch him, even out here in Bucharest, that he’ll go back to being the Winter Soldier instead of your boyfriend. You scold yourself for just standing around and waiting for him - instead you slide your journal out from under Bucky’s, on top of the fridge, and flip to the next open page.

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Anon: id lowkey love a ca:cw peter parker fic where the reader is friends with peter and they’re not really good at math/science and feels dumb because of it and idk he’s really sweet about it

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You tugged on your hair in frustration. You were currently in the library, trying to study since you were on the brink of failing. Oh, how you absolutely hated math. You constantly found yourself struggling, and you knew that there was no way out of it. You let out a groan of frustration.

“Hey, dork.” You heard a familiar voice call out to you.

Well, there goes your chance of studying in peace.

“Shut up, Peter.”

“Nice to see you too, Y/N.” He chuckled, ruffling your hair and taking a seat next to you. “I can see you’re having a little trouble there.”

“Really? What gave it away?” You asked sarcastically.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” Peter laughed.

“This sucks.” You pouted, lazily leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Hey,” Peter said, pinching your cheeks. “If there’s anyone who can do this, it’s you.”

“You think so?”

“You’re the most stubborn person I know. You don’t give up so easily.”  

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I don’t.”

“You know if I were you,” Peter said, plopping in a piece of gum into his mouth. “I’d ask me for help.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Because I am the ultimate math genius.” He smirked rather proudly. “And I’m gonna help you pass that class.”

“Alright.” You laughed at his comment. “Go for it, spider boy.”

“Okay.” He said, grabbing a piece of paper and jotting down a problem. “Let’s start with something simple. Simplify 2i<6u.”

“Easy.” You grabbed the pen and began to write “i<3u.”

But by time you realized just what you had written down, it was already too late.

“Peter, did you just..”

“Did I mention I was also a pick-up line genius?”

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Based on Anonymous Prompt from Drabble Games: OMG. I think 73 would be perfect (replace CIA w/ hydra or shield I guess) if you’re up to doing it. Idc who with. You’re work is amazing btw and almost all of your Steve fics have me melting 😍

My parents dad thought I was working for an insurance company in New York when really I was joining the CIA S.H.I.E.L.D. so I just sort of never mentioned when I met you on an assassination-gone-wrong and now we’ve been married for five years and they still don’t know you exist, this has gotten wildly out of hand and you won’t stop laughing about it

A/N: OH MY GOSH I am so sorry this took me literally forever.  I filmed this week (and it went really well!) and then I was a little busy during the week and then I had severe writer’s block and I can give you a whole string of excuses but here it is (finally) and I am so, so sorry.  I’ll do my best to post at least one story every day until all the requests are filled (although don’t let this stop you from sending one in).

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“It’s not funny, Steve,” you whine, struggling to keep a straight face.

“I don’t know, (Y/N).  I think it’s pretty damn funny.”

“Language,” you mutter.  Steve shakes his head.

“(Y/N), this is hilarious,” he laughs and you can’t help but giggle.  You love his laugh.  It’s absolutely infectious and entirely genuine and it’s one of the many things you love about your husband. 

“It’s really not,” you reply.  “He’s gonna kill me.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” he replies, his laughter finally starting to die out.

“My dad is gonna kill me,” you moan.  “Like, it’s bad enough that I lied to him about working for an insurance company, but now…the fact that I’m not only dating you, but have been secretly married to you for five years?  I’ll be lucky if I’m not disowned.”

“Why not just tell him we just started dating?” Steve suggests, and you can see that he’s on the verge of laughing.  “And then in a year, we can have a second, fake wedding.  And then you don’t have to tell him you work for S.H.I.E.L.D.”  You shake your head.

“First,” you say.  “We don’t want to have another wedding.  Because my dad will go crazy.  Fireworks, ice sculptures, doves, you name it, he’ll want it for the wedding.  Second, the minute he sees you, he’ll know that we must have met through S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Tell him we met online,” he suggests and you snort.  

“‘Yes, Dad,’” you say mockingly.  “‘This is Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America.  I met him on eHarmony.’”

“I met you when I came to purchase insurance.”

“I’m pretty sure no company insures superheroes.”

“I ran into you at the coffee shop.”

“Since when do you have time to go get coffee?”

“Do you have a better solution?”

“Tell him the truth and pray to the gods of Asgard that he’s not too angry.”  Steve nods and looks at you curiously.

“Why now?” Steve asks.

“What do you mean?” you reply.

“Why are you finally coming clean to him now?” 

You look up at Steve and take a deep breath.  You reach into your pocket and pull out a small, folded piece of paper.  You hand it to him and watch as he unfolds it, his face slowly stretching into a smile.

“I figured he should know who the father of his grandkid is,” you beam.  

Steve looks at you with a look of pure happiness on his face.  He pulls you into a giant hug and kisses you gently.  

“Well, I think I can face any scary father-in-law now.”

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You reach the restaurant where you’re meeting your dad.  Steve helps you out of the car, slipping his hand into yours as you walk inside.

You take a deep breath and decide it’s time to drop the second half of the bombshell.

“Steve, there’s something you should know,” you say as the waiter escorts you to the table.

“What is it?” Steve smiles and you savor the look on his face.  It might be the last time you see it tonight.

“My dad…he’s-”

“Steve?” 

You look up at find your father, Tony Stark, sitting at a table, a look of complete and utter shock on his face.

“Tony?”

An awkward, uncomfortable grin spreads across your face as both men turn to glare at you.

“Surprise…?”

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Name: Ilyes Age: 18 Country: France Hello everyone My name is Ilyes, and I’m a french boy. I want a penfriend to improve my english and discover a new personality Preferences: Ages: 18+, Gender: any

Deadpool's Sister

Peter x Reader girl x Deadpool(brother)

Imagine request: Hi! Could you write an imagine where the reader is Deadpool’s little sister and he finds out that she is dating Peter Parker (Tom Holland) knowing Deadpool, he becomes over protective because he doesn’t want her getting hurt or being in danger.

Warning: Deadpool… You know what to expect.

Note: Woo hoo! Another imagine! I thought these 2 would be cool together… just wait and read.

“Peter, shhh.” You said, pulling away from the kiss, trying to quiet down.

“If he hears us, so be it.” Peter tugged you into another kiss, flipping you onto the bed, where he was on top of you.

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Beauty// Requested by: @hufflepuff-girl-1996

Genre: Romance, fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of body insecurites.

Your eyes watch the reflection of the golden material that gracefully flowed down your body to pool at your feet.

You turned just enough to expose your side, to reveal the various lines that were engraved in your skin.

You were unable to count the amount of times you found yourself in the exact same position you were in now, counting the markings, despising their presence.

It was the most prominent sight in your opinion, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

Your gaze was always instantly drawn to the imperfections that lined your body. You had convinced yourself that was the same in the minds of every other you had come in contact with.

Your teeth nibbled upon the flesh of your bottom lip, your fingers splayed across your stomach, concealing the flaws from your sight.

And just for a moment, you thought of how your body would look without them.

Suddenly, the smooth, baritone voice of your lover startled you, prompting you to quickly cover your bare form with the dress.

"What is the matter, Love?"

Your head whipped around to see the familiar tall frame of your partner standing by the door, his concerned gaze locked onto your back.

You stepped away from your image to look to him, your hands holding the material to conceal your insecurities.

"It's nothing, why do you ask?"

A sigh escaped as his head falls and shakes before he steps nearer.

"Darling, you have always been a horrible liar,"

His emerald eyes met yours as he reached to grasp your hands in his. His observation made your heart plunge and your joyful facade fade away.

"I-"

He eyes softened, almost as if he was silently pleading you to not offer him any more lies. You released a sigh as you found yourself giving up, there was no use in trying to trick a trickster.

"I'm trying to hide my stretch marks,"

You confessed, turning away from his grasp to lead yourself to the balcony. Your dress trailed along side you.

You felt unworthy to be his partner, let alone have his gaze upon you.

You wrap your arms around your middle, as if you were attempting to protect yourself from the harsh thoughts that berated your mind every second you were by his side.

A tear dropped from your lashes to travel down your cheek, you hastily wiped it away as soon as it had emerged to conceal your true feelings from your partner.

But it had been too late, he had already witnessed the salty liquid adorn your face and he was prepared to end whomever had caused it.

"Why would you try to hide them? They are nothing to be ashamed of,"

He offered, everything within him desired to sheild you from the evils of this world.

You cast your eyes out to the sparkling city of Asgard that lay beneath you, you couldn't help but wonder how many young, slim, beautiful maidens who's skin was clear and umarred deserved your place much more than yourself.

"Don't you see, Loki? My body. I-it's imperfect, flawed, it is nothing compared to others you have seen,"

Your voice was heavy with emotion, the agony it carried weighed down your usual cheery tone.

"I am not worthy to be by your side,"

You lowered your voice to a pained whisper, your head turned to keep the now steady flow of tears from his sight.

You waited for him to agree, to compare you to the others, to order you to leave and hide away your horrid form and never return.

But none other than silence met you, he was at a loss for words. His sharp mind that had conjured countless tricks, plots and schemes was unable to comprehend your view upon yourself.

His lips parted, but nothing came out. How you handled yourself, no one would have thought this is what you carried every second of the day.

But how could he- your partner of all people fail to see through your illusions?

"How could you say such things about something as magnificent as your body?"

You hid your face as he came closer, you listened to his heavy boots softly land against the ground.

"Please, do not hide anything from me,"

He almost begged, hooking a finger beneath your chin to to turn your head.

"I have failed you, this I now know"

His voice dropped down to a whisper, his chest pressed against your back and his nimble fingers traveled down the skin of your arm.

His face nestled into the space between your shoulder and neck, his lips lightly pressed themselves to the flesh covering the area.

"The forms of the other maidens are nothing conpared to your own,"

He stops himself for a moment to allow his eyes to trickle over every dip and curve of your body that was marked.

"I vow to spend an eternity to admire, to kiss,"

He breathed against your skin, the feeling of the hot air flowing over your sensitive skin raised goosebumps and sent a pleasurable shiver down your back.

"To love,"

His lips trailed down your neck and shoulder, his fingers lightly traced the stretch marks that lined the skin your dress failed to cover.

"And to adore every scar, marking or imperfection. Everything you deem a flaw,"

You turned your head to meet his sincere gaze, revealing your tears in the process. He truly saw your body as something to never hide or be ashamed of, but something to love, to praise.

Trust blooms within you with each whisper of affection against your skin, he turns you around to face him and trace his finger over your jaw before whispering the last words of his promise.

"And I will not cease until you see just how truly captivating you are."