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His name in your phone

Fandom: Avengers

Story Type: Preference

Guys: Tony, Steve, Bruce, Clint, Pietro, Thor and Loki

Thor- Mr. Cryptic

Thor's text's always have random letters jumbled in and usually missing letters as well. You're actually pretty good at dechipering them although you still have no idea what Qwuilkl tyoi nasty me/ means.

Tony- Not Ironman

One day you decided to ask Tony what his suit was made out of and the moment you deiscovered iron wasn't actually on the list you refused to call him Ironman.

Loki- My King

It was orignally Hulk's Punchingbag (as a joke) but Loki kept changing it until you finally just kept the name.

Bruce- Mr. Angry

After you found out that Bruce is acutally a very angry man you dedicated yourself to make him the happiest man in the world. Then and only then will you change his name in your phone.

Clint- Daryl Wannabe

You love Walking Dead and the crossbow wielding redneck so when you got your own bow wielding man you began to compare him to Daryl (as a joke of course). Although now you can't get him to stop leaving Cherokee Roses and dead squirells in your room.

Steve- My Capsicle

You know how much Steve hates it when Tony calls him Capsicle so one day when Tony was teasing him you threw your arms around Steve's waist and told him that you love your Capsicle. Surprisingly Steve doesn't mind being called that as long as its you.

Pietro- (Favorite type of pie)

Since you've taken to calling Pietro 'Pie' you decided to put his name in your phone as your favorite flavor of it. Unfortunately now every time he texts or calls you get hungry. Luckily it's very easy for you to get your speedster to bring you a slice of pie.

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Mostly the limp but a little of p250.

Those of you that have read The Death Cure will understand their joke. I, however, am not amused.

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But what do you do if you get one while driving?

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Just realized proper grammar would've been my friend and I but I don't care enough to fix it.

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Seriously who would complain about Gally not looking how he was described in the book. Eagle eyebrows beat potato nose any day of the week.

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But not the screams of the dead, of course. No, no, wounded screams. Mainly whimpering, a great deal of complaining and tales of sprained deltoids and… gout.

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For every Reblog 1$ will be donated to my autistic brothers fundraiser :)

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99% of people won’t reblog this because they think it’ll make their blog look as shitty as their heart.

how many times can I reblog this for it to count

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Revenge

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: Pietro x reader

A/N: Let's pretend in this that Pietro survived and that you are Clint's daughter. Oh and I can't write his accent so you'll have to fill it in yourself.

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"Dad!" you shouted out gleefully as you father limped through the front door. You rushed to his side but was mindful of his appearent injuries as you gave him a love filled hug.

"Hey honey. I heard about that boy who broke your heart and if you want I could pay him a visit tonight." Clint answered as he gave you the best hug he could given his current condition.

"Don't kill him dad." you laughed despite the small ache that stemmed from your break-up seven months ago. Your dad glanced around him before he placed his lips next to your ear and whispered, "Nobody would know."

"I would." you gave him a stern look as you stepped away from him to allow yourself the room to put your hands on your hips.

"Yeah you always were a goody-goody." Clint smiled down at you teasingly before noise coming from the porch caused him to turn his head back towards the door. You followed his gaze but only saw a large blur and felt a blast of wind hit you before a man appeared before you.

"Where's the others?" Clint asked while he closed your mouth with his hand. The unknown man winked at you before he stated with a shrug, "They are to slow."

'Whoa' went through your mind as you heard the, you weren't going to lie, hot guy's sexy accent. A laugh sounded from the doorway and two more stranger's walked into the house followed by your aunt, Thor, Steve and Tony.

"Hey guys." you waved at them all, "Who are the newbies?"

"Wanda Maximoff and her brother Pietro. And the colorful guy is Vision." Tony wiggled his eyebrows at you as he said the guys' names but that fact was lost on you as the first two names began to ring bells in your brain. Your eyes flashed with anger as you stared into the face of the guy who got your father hurt and while you knew he was on your dad's side now that still didn't lessen your anger.

"You're the one who hurt my dad." you growled out as your fingers curled into fists.

"Uh yes but I- crap." Pietro didn't bother finishing his sentence as he sped away from your attempts at punching him. You crossed your arms in annnoyance at the fact that you were unable to hit the guy but your frown quickly turned back into a smile as you came up with a plan.

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   You snuck around the house like a ninja as you browsed the kitchen for Kool-Aid packets. The smile that played on your lips grew as you saw the pink lemonade packet and you grabbed three of them to pour into the boiling water.

"Miss Kathi what are you doing?" Vision questioned as he stepped into the kitchen. 

"Making something to drink." you replied with your most innocent smile and while the android type man didn't really seem to believe you he did nod before he floated out the door. You stared after him for a moment before turning your attention back to the pot on the stove.

"That was a little weird." you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed down a bowl and quickly poured your colored water into it. With a small hum of triumph you balanced the bowl in one hand while you snatched up paper towels with the other before you headed to the room Pietro had been lent.

     The door creaked as you slowly pushed it open just enough for you to wiggle through and the floorboards seemed to hate you with every step it took to get to your intended's bed. The second you made it you carefully slid the bowl unto the small table that housed a lamp and working by moonlight you set to work on covering every single strand of the foreign man's silver hair with your delightful mixture.

~~~~~The next morning~~~~~

"What!" a voice screamed out from the depths of the house.

"Who did this?" Pietro shrieked as he suddenly appeared in the living room, his now pink hair becoming the focal point of everybody's eyes.

"I believe Miss. Barton was in the kitchen last night mixing a drink that had the same exact color." Vision swiftly walked up to the raging man to examine his hair closer but just as he got there you stepped through the doorway and Pietro was in your face before even half a second passed.

"You dyed my hair." he seethed through gritted teeth.

"No." you stated simply as you silently thanked your Russian aunt for teaching you an excellent poker face.

"Vision said he saw you making the dye." Pietro moved his face closer to yours until his forehead was touching yours and you were sure that if you weren't filled with fear you'd be freaking out over how close the two of you were.

"How do you make dye?" you asked him sweetly as you attempted to use the innocent slow blink that Natasha has recently begun to teach you.

"Hey (y/n) stop leaving Kool-Aid packets on the counter!" you mother told you from the kitchen. Pietro's eyes narrowed as something dark flickered within them and you took a few steps back while you slowly raised your hands up in surrender.

"Don't kill my kid." Clint called out from the couch as he turned on the TV and propped his feet up on the coffee table. You glanced over at your father incredulously but in doing so Pietro saw his chance and without warning you were pulled into his arms and the world around you became a blur.

"Never do that again." you gasped out once your feet was back on the ground and your vision was no longer just a sea of colors.

"Check your hair."  Pietro grinned at you as he thrust a small hand mirror in your face.

"Wow this actually makes me look hot." you declared as you checked out your new hair color before you pressed your lips to his cheek.

"Thanks." you smiled at him  before you skipped out the bathroom to go show off your new (fave color) hair leaving behind a conflicted Pietro.

"Well that didn't go as planned."

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If you have only one friend are they your best friend or your worst?

Reblog if your best friend is pretty.

sometimes i try to scroll past this but then i feel guilty

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Green Eyed Newt

Fandom: Maze Runner

Pairing: Newt x reader

A/N: Newt will more than likely seem out of character unless you've read The Death Cure. If you haven't then to not spoil all that much I'll just tell you that in TDC it is revealed that Newt's happiness is just a mask. Thomas stealing his girl just kinda made the mask slide off a bit.

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"Newt I thought you were going to tell (y/n) how you feel, not insult her until she begged me to switch her job." Alby stated with his arms corssed as he glared at his friend.

"She begged you to get away from me?" Newt's voice came out low and choked with emotion as he stared at the ground in disbelief. Alby sighed at the crestfallen look on Newt's face before he placed a hand on his second-in-command's shoulder, "What happened?"

     Newt bit his lip and kicked at ther dirt around him, "This morning Thomas told me that he was dating (y/n). He knew I liked her."

"You're right he did but she still doesn't. All she knows is that you're being mean to her for absolutely no reason." Alby gave Newt a pointed look but let the subject drop while the two of them headed to the food shack for supper.

      The place was filled with his fellow Gladers but his eyes instantly picked you out from among the crowd but both his hands and his heart clenched as he was forced to watch you bury your head into Thomas' chest. Thomas quickly wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer and the anger that Newt felt only intensified as Thomas slowly brought his gaze up to met the friend that he had brutally stabbed in the back. Murder dripped from his eyes and Alby had to grab Newt's forearm to keep him in his place but Newt easily broke free of Alby's grip and stormed from the building.

      Thomas watched the scene unfold with an expressionless face but the second Newt disappeared from his line of sight sympathy filled his eyes as he turned his attention back to you. "It's okay (y/n)  I'm sure he was just having a bad day."

"Yeah Newt has never been good at dealing with emotions." Minho piped in as he too placed a hand on your back in an effort to bring you comfort.

"But I was the only person he was mean to. Even Gally looked shocked when Newt called me a shuck faced slinthead." you sniffed as you lifted your head to expose your red rimmed eyes and wet face. Thomas and Minho shared a look of disbelief over your head but when Minho gave a slight shake of his head paired with an one shouldered shrug Thomas dropped his gaze back to you.

"Maybe he's actually a girl in disguise and this is his cranky week." Thomas gave you a large smile while Minho choked on his water but pain still filled with pain.

"Come on don't waste your time worrying about him when what you should be worried about is me. After all I only had to fight murderous water." Minho spoke up after he had spat the last of the water that tried to clog his lungs.

"Sorry Min are you ok?" you questioned barely able to keep the smile off your face.

"No I am not I'm terribly offended and shall leave in a huff." he declared as he stood up from the table and did indeed rush out the door.  The boy paused in the doorway to glance around the Glade in search for a certain British boy but said boy was nowhere in sight. With a sigh and a head shake the keeper did what he did best and began to run towards the deadheads.

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"Why is it that when ever you get angry you hang around with the dead shanks?" Minho asked once he reached the cemetery and just as he thought Newt was  there and propped up against a tree.

"Because they know how to shucking let me be."

    Minho's eyebrows raised at the harsh snap he received but ventured closer to his friend anyways. Newt gave him a glare but said nothing so with a heavy sigh Minho plopped down next to Newt. The two sat in silence as Minho struggled to find the right words to say.

"I thought Thomas liked Teresa you know."

"What?" Minho voiced his confusion on why Thomas' crush on Teresa had to do with Newt's anger but mistakenly the angered boy took it for confusion of Thomas' crush.

"Yeah stupid me, but still what friend goes and starts dating the girl his best friend likes." Newt ranted his voice raising to a volume that would be considered only a tone below full shouting. "I just... I thought she liked me."

"Ah well if you want to exact revenge you could challenge him to a fighting match when the Greenie comes tomorrow." Minho handled his confusion like a boss and with a shrug of his shoulders dealt out advice that would hopefully allow Newt to actually express his emotions in a safer way.

"No that wouldn't do any good."

"Yes, because yelling at (y/n) has been doing loads of good." Minho stood up  and with one last smile he began to walk off but paused a few feet away and with a glance over his shoulder gave his friend one last thought to mull over, "(y/n) used to have a crush on you by the way."

.... One day later.... (read in narrator's voice from SongeBob)

    Newt's jaw twitched as he stared at you from the other side of the bonfire. A jar of Gally's special brew was in his hand and although he hadn't bothered to keep track he was fairly certain it was probably his third glass but he couldn't quite bring himself to care. Your laughter brought his gaze (that he had finally shifted to the ground) back to your body silhouetted by the flickering flames but before he could truly appreciate the view before him Thomas leaned over and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before he headed for the fighting ring.  

"Any takers?" Thomas shouted out as he slowly turned in a circle.  Newt hastily downed the rest of the strong drink before he too got up and made his way into the ring.

"Remember don't do any permanent damage." Alby stated while he cast a worrisome glance at a swaying Newt. The boy in question however just gave a curt nod of his head and the smile Thomas had been carrying dimmed.

"Alright then go."

      Thomas was the first one to make a move by rushing forward but newt easily dodged the attack and with one arm shoved Thomas to the ground. Thomas was back on his feet in seconds and once again he rushed his opponent although this time Thomas was able push Newt back a few feet. Anger flashed in Newt's eyes and a stab of fear struck Thomas right before a fist filled his vision and pain exploded in his face. His back hit the ground hard and his breath was knocked out of him but before he could catch his breathe back Newt had already bent down and rammed his fist back into Thomas' nose.

      Alby hastily grabbed Newt before he could get another punch in and it finally allowed Thomas' lungs a chance to grasp air once again. However, the second he could breath once more he yelled at Newt.

"What the shuck was that for?" Thomas cried out as he pinched his nose to stop the bleeding and although guilt did show on Newt's face anger still clouded his eyes.

"Because you stole (y/n) from me!" Newt shouted loud enough for the grievers to hear and almost instantly his eyes widened at how loud his confession was.

"How did Thomas steal me from you?" your voice broke the silence as you stepped forward into the sand.

"He started dating you when he knows I like you." Newt refused to glance up at you even while Thomas removed himself from the dirt and limped over to Clint and Minho.

"What, I'm not dating Thomas." you declared as you squatted down to push Newt's hair off his slick forehead.

"But Thomas said..." Newt's sentence faded as his eyes met yours. You gave the adorable guy in front of you a sweet smile before you hesitantly leaned your head closer to his and gave him a quick peck on his cheek.

"Thomas lied." you grinned and Newt quickly matched it but your OTP moment was quickly shattered by Alby's voice.

"Unfortunately Newt did break a rule." both you and Newt winced as you turned to stare at Alby. "However, because Thomas did cause it Newt can just spend the rest of the night in the pit."

     Newt sighed and you gave him a half smile as you both helped each other up but the second you were standing Alby stopped Newt in his trek for their jail.

"If you promise no tiny Newts (y/n) can hang out in there with you for an hour or two." Alby whispered into Newt's ear but he did so in a volume that you would be able to hear as well. Both your and Newt's face heated up but when he glanced back at you you gave him a slight nod of your head. Newt's face once again broke out into a grin and amidst all the wolf whistles and cat calls  you intertwined your fingers with Newt's and the two of you set for the pit at a leisurely pace.

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"See Minho I told you I could get them together." Thomas grinned at his friend who merely rolled his eyes.

"And all it took was getting your nose broken."

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Those of you that have read The Death Cure will understand their joke. I, however, am not amused.

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But he used what strength he had to hide his emotions and once his strength was used up he died.

Newt. (Spoiler alert)

Okay am I the only one who’s thought about this… Newt wasn’t immune, he also tried to commit suicide inside the maze. The point of the maze was to test of the brains of immunes and non-munies to help find a cure for the flare, to see how their brains work differently. Newt trying to killing himself was foreshadow for him being immune. His mind wasn’t capable of fighting the flare or surviving the maze…

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OH! OH! HE DIDN’T! SHOTS FIRED!

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The Avengers: *can't find Thor in a crowd of people*

Tony: Hold on guys, I got this.

Tony: *cups his hands to his mouth and shouts* PEPPER IS BETTER THAN JANE!!!

*mjolnir flies across the room and whacks him in the chest*

Tony: *groans* Found him!

Tony: *whispers* But Pepper is better...

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If you consider yourself a true Thomas Sangster fan, you should really reblog his giggle (◡‿◡✿)

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Imagine you’re whining to Newt about how shitty you think you are at everything and how ugly you think you are compared to Theresa and he says. “Don’t you ever say that again. You’re beautiful and I love you.”

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Me when I try to tell my mum how hard was the math exam.