not going to do gifs with chinese for a long time to come

Imagine building IKEA furniture with Chris.

A/N: This is a request from @brobrobreja. I’m so sorry it took so long, the mini-series had my hands pretty tied. I hope you like it! X

You sat on the other side of the bedroom, the instruction manual for your new bed frame in your hand. You giggled softly at the cartoon man who looked as clueless as the both of you, wondering if you should do as he did; call IKEA for help. Of course you couldn’t because your boyfriend, Chris believed he was more than capable of installing the bed frame himself. You looked up at him and bit back your smile when you saw him narrow his eyes at a strange metal piece, muttering cuss words under his breath.

“What does the manual say?” He quizzed as he looked up at you. “Where does this piece go?” He held up the strange metal piece and you studied it for a moment before looking back down at the manual. “Well?” He asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Beats me,” you looked up and shrugged; he chuckled wearily and shook his head. “What?” You giggled. “I told you I’m not good at these things, why do you think I called you?” He sighed and got to his feet, dodging loose pieces on your bedroom floor as he made his way over to you.

“Give me that,” he took the manual from you then settled on the floor behind you with his legs on either side. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Y/N.” You smiled and leaned back against him, resting your cheek against his bearded face. “Let’s see,” he studied the manual, his arm absentmindedly draped around your waist. “Well, it looks like that metal piece goes…Hm,” he hummed with pursed lips. “Maybe it’s meant to go in the joint?”

“Maybe you should just let me call the staff at IKEA,” you whispered then kissed his jawline when he chuckled. “We’ve been doing this for hours and we still haven’t made any progress. It’s eight-thirty and we haven’t had food, can we just order some takeout and call IKEA in the morning?”

“What are we going to sleep on tonight then?”

“You do realize a bed frame is just to prop the mattress up, right?” You teased him and he rolled his eyes, smiling. “It doesn’t change the fact that a mattress is still a mattress. Just leave the mess here and we’ll sleep out in the living room, it’ll be like camping except without the yucky stuff.”

“You mean nature?” He quizzed, chuckling.

“You know it,” you winked and got off the ground. “I’m going to go order some food, what are we feeling tonight?” He shrugged, giving you one of those ‘you pick’ faces. “Well, I feel like Chinese so- General Chang’s it is then.” You held out a hand for him to take so you could pull him to his feet. “Coming?”

“I’ll come when the food gets here, I just want to give this another shot.” He told you, returning his gaze to the manual. “I mean- it’s just a bed frame,” he looked up at you when he heard you chuckle, “how hard can it be to figure out? I’m Captain America, for crying out loud,” he said and tried not to laugh when you did.

“Okay Cap,” you kissed the top of his head. “I’ll come get you when the food’s here.”

Forty-five minutes later, the food arrived and Chris still hadn’t made progress with your bed frame. When you went into your bedroom to get him, his head was hung in defeat. “I don’t wike it,” he imitated his nephew’s catchphrase, making you laugh.

“C'mon Cap,” you grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. “Let it go,” you told him as you wrapped an arm around his waist; his arm draped around your shoulder as the two of you made your way out into the living room. “We’ll call the guy in the morning.”

“IKEA should really have better instruction manuals,” he muttered bitterly. “There is no way anyone can build anything from that dumb sheet of paper. It doesn’t even have instructions, there are just numbers and pictures.”

“Let it go,” you chuckled, rubbing his back.

“We wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just move in with me,” he mumbled into your hair; he was a little nervous about bringing up the subject again, the first decline was a little gut wrenching. You stopped walking and he stopped with you, wincing when you looked up at him. “I know you want to be independent and this place is nearer to work-”

“Those are the real reason I won’t move in with you, Chris,” you confessed then pressed your lips together when he narrowed his eyes. “I just-” you began then huffed. “I don’t think you realize what moving in together means.”

“Living together instead of living separately?”

“Funny,” you slapped his arm, biting back your smile when he chuckled. “I’m talking about the reality of it, like are you sure you’re going to be okay coming home to my face all day every day? What if we have a big fight and you can’t get any space from me? What if you just want some down time with your guys and I’m in the way? What if you decide-” He cut you off, pressing his lips against yours.

“My biggest wish is to come home to your face all day every day, Y/N,” he told you, smiling. “And you should know by now that the last thing I want is space when we fight, it just makes the problem bigger. As for downtime with my guys?” He chuckled. “I’d love for you to be there. Always, because you are my girl and there is no one I’d rather spend time with.” You smiled and he chuckled, “any other concerns you need me to address?”

“What if you decide I’m much too annoying to live with?”

“You’re annoying all the time,” he poked your side, laughing when you scoff. “But I’m still here, aren’t I?” He quizzed, sliding his arms around your waist and to your lower back. “C'mon, move in with me. I have proper furniture there, nothing that needs assembling.” He teased and you chuckled. “We’re going to be living together when you marry me,” he reminded you and you smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up at that. “Why not just get a head start? C'mon,” he pressed when you smiled, “it’ll be fun.”

“Fine,” you gave in, smiling. “Let’s move in together.”

“Yes!” He cheered and hugged you. “It’s going to be great, I’ll hire a moving truck ASAP.”

“Just out of curiosity,” you teased him as you broke the hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. “What makes you so sure I’m going to marry you?”

“My wonderful furniture assembling skills, of course.”

AN: Okay, so let me just say hOW GREATFUL I AM FOR ALL OF THE PEOPLE SENDING ME LOVELY MESSAGES ILY YOU ALL SO MUCH LET ME LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUU. Alright, so now that I have that out of the way, I would like to thank the lovely justang6 for requesting such a cute imagine, I love you like it love! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxo :3

Pairing : Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: If your not that busy with one shots can you do one with the reader x Pietro babysitting Clints kids when he’s out with Laura and the reader is making pizza and the kids are running around with Pietro, and they want cookies, major fluff, after the kids fall asleep Pietro and the reader fall asleep on the couch. Then Clint and Laura come in and aww at the sight of Tony’s kid and the new avenger! :) lots of fluff!



“Wait, wait, wait.” You asked, concern laced in to your voice. “Where is Wanda? She was supposed to be the one baby sitting with me tonight.”

Pietro Maximoff stood in front of you with his eyebrow cocked up and his arms folded over his large chest. “Careful Y/N, it almost sounds like you don’t want to spend time with me.”

You rolled your eyes and placed your backpack onto Clint’s couch, sighing. Clint and Laura looked at you with sympathetic eyes.

“Nat called Wanda in for a training session, and Pietro was the only one who was free.” Clint explained as he straightened his tie. “Sorry.”

You waved your hand in the air dismissively. After all, there was worse people to be stuck with. At least Pietro was a friend, a good one at that, but you still couldn’t picture him taking care of three kids being a good thing.

There was that, and the fact that your dad, Tony Stark, would throw a fit knowing that you were going to be spending that much time with Pietro.

“So, where are you going?” You asked, wanting to shift the topic. Pietro slid onto the cushion next to you and picked up some magazines that were laying on the coffee table in front of him.

“Out for a fancy dinner, then going to see a play, then–”

“That sounds really, really, really boring.” Pietro moaned. “I am getting sleepy just thinking about it.”

You nudged him in the ribs, though you sort of agreed with him. Your ideal date would be sitting at home in comfy clothes, eating some Chinese takeout, all mixed in with cheesy movies. But, that was just you.

“Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t coming then.” Clint said with a small grin. “I trust you two to feed the kids, get them to bed on time, and keep the house clean.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Pietro said with a smile. “Let’s not get carried away now, I can only handle so much responsibility at once.”

“That’s why I’m here.” You nodded towards them, then got off the couch and shooed them out of the door. “Now go, stop waiting your night sitting here telling us things we already know! Have fun, you two!”

Clint rolled his eyes then the two of them made their ways to the car.

Man, it was going to be a long night.


“Hey, you put that down! It’s sharp, put it back before you hurt yourself! Pietro!”

Pietro zoomed out into the kitchen, and within seconds plucked the knife out of the little girl’s hands and placed it on the counter net to you where you had been chopping veggies to put on the pizza you were making.

“Out of the kitchen, little one.” Pietro scooped the girl up in his arms and she giggled at his accent, then in a split second sped her out to the living room to play with her two brothers.

Pietro came back with a lazy smile on his face which was a harsh contrast to your appearance: Your hair was a mess, you were frantically trying to finish dinner, and you were tense. Baby sitting those three devil kids was a lot more work than you had expected, and Pietro was only making it worse He would run around with them, accidently knocking things over and making them even more energetic.

“You seem tense, Y/N.” Pietro commented as he stood behind you and looked over your shoulder to see the progress you made on the pizza.

“Well, I’m not relaxed, that’s for sure.” You quipped back bluntly, then put the last layer of veggies on the cheese before popping it into the stove.

“You need to calm down a bit, yeah?” Pietro said, taking your hands in his and gently prying the sponge from your fingertips. “I’ll clean up in here, and you can go watch the kids. Just put on a movie or something, they’ll calm right down.”

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. You set the timer for when the pizza was going to be done then trudged out from the kitchen. You grabbed the nearest movie (something animated) and began to play it on the TV in the living room, and almost instantly all of the kids were huddled in front of the screen.

Yu picked up the toy cars and blocks that they had been playing with and tossed them into the toy bin.

Soon, the timer went off, but before you could even get out into the kitchen, Pietro had already had the pizza out of the oven, sliced into pieces, and divided up onto plates for everyone.

The kids devoured theirs, and of course, requested something for dessert. You hadn’t even thought to make any. Sighing, you made your way to the kitchen and dug through their cabinets to see what you could find. You managed to find enough ingredients to make chocolate chip cookies, which was something both the kids and Pietro were super excited to hear.

With a full stomach, you sent the kids off to their beds, which the spent a considerable amount of time whining about, but eventually ended up getting tired anyway.

Finally, you were able to fall back on the couch and not worry about what the kids were doing. Pietro flicked all the lights off on the main floor except for the one that was right next to the couch, making the entire room illuminated by only a dim yellow.

He rested next to you with his legs stretched out across your lap, you were too tired to push them off.

“I am so tired.” Pietro moaned as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

You are so tied?” You shot back at him. “How can you even say that when you were the one who was making just as big of a mess as they were?”

“Hey!” Pietro said playfully. “I cleaned the kitchen.”

You rolled your eyes and relaxed your shoulders. You looked at the clock and cringed at how late it was, the kids should have been in bed hours before they actually went to sleep. Well, Clint doesn’t need to know every small little detail.

“Would you shut off that light?” You asked with a yawn. “I want to maybe rest my eyes a bit before they get home.”

Pietro obliged, flicking off the lamp right next to him and sending the entire room into darkness.


When Clint and Laura got home, it was early the next morning. They had a great night; good food, a good show, and even some driving around on the country side and catching up, which was something that Clint hadn’t had much time for with the Avengers and all.

“Do you think that they hate each other by now?” Laura asked her husband as they pulled into their driveway. “Y/N is sometimes like her father, she can be…”

Seeing Laura struggle to find the right word, Clint said, “Hot headed?”

“Yes, that’s it. And Pietro seems to be the same, which can be a deadly combination.”

Clint nodded. “Maybe. They’re good friends, but I’ll be the first to admit that Pietro can be very annoying.”

Clint and Laura made their way up to the front door and quietly pushed it open so they did not wake the kids. All the lights were off, and the only thing that they could hear was two steady snores coming from the couch.

Clint flicked the dim living room light on to find Y/N curled up on Pietro’s chest, both of them deep in sleep. Pietro’s arms were wrapped loosely around her frame and hers were tucked up at her chest.

Clint smiled and snapped a picture of the scene, then sent it to Tony.

“Oh, he’s going to love this.”

((Sorry if it was short but YAY FOR PIETRO FLUFF))

I’m Home (o) - NSFW

My writing contains a lot a fluff, I’m super sorry but also kind of not.

This is a semi-sinful imagine, although this does not contain direct smut, please don’t read this if you’re uncomfortable with sexual things. Imagine the two of you being older and in your own apartments.

I hope you enjoy!

Context: Audrey comes home to find a surprise. 

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