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For Science

A/N: Hello all, it’s been a hot fucking minute. Some things have changed in how I write/ When i write/ etc. So I have no idea when I’ll get the time to write. Which brings me to the reason for this fic. I started watching the originals, and was immediately obsessed. Personally, I’m an Elijah girl, but this popped into my head and I couldn’t get it out fast enough. Wrote this in two hours 😅 Hope it’s okay! It was my first time writing for the Mikaelsons.

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 1,587

Summary: It’s the Fourth of July, Klaus isn’t home, Rebekah is oddly silent and Elijah, Hayley and Y/N decide to conduct a scientific experiment.

Warnings: Some saucy implications, swearing, Klaus, innuendos

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Rebekah was up to something, a notion they could all agree on. Elijah, Hayley and Y/N sat on the couch in the living room of the Mansion, not hearing a sound despite knowing she was home. The one person who wasn’t present, was Klaus.

Thus, Rebekah was definitely up to something, but what it could be?

Lots of possibilities, with many different levels of peril, all designed specifically for one Niklaus Mikaelson. They knew they should probably get involved, especially Y/N, whose very boyfriend was the one at risk. But they also knew the outcome would be spectacular, so they all silently decided to do nothing. For now, Y/N would continue to write on her computer, and Hayley and Elijah would continue reading the same book together.

It may be a national holiday, but they had other things that required their attention at the moment.

A loud crash came from above them, followed by a curse only heard by the ones with supernatural hearing. They all looked up to the ceiling, right where they knew that Klaus and Y/N’s room was located. Simultaneously, they looked back to each other, one more silent conversation later, and they returned to their activities.

Hayley felt a buzz against her hip, and she knew it was Elijah’s. She reached between them to grab the phone, opening the notification.

“Klaus just texted saying he was on his way, based on the colorful vocabulary, I’d say the negotiation with Marcel didn’t go as planned,” Hayley said quietly to the group, not loud enough for Rebekah to hear as she showed the text to Elijah.

“He said he’ll be here in a few minutes. I wonder, should we tell her of her expedited deadline?” He muttered, thumbs poised working as he replied to his brother.

“Hell no,” Y/N laughed, and soon as it happened, the three paused, making sure Rebekah wasn’t listening into the conversation now. When nothing was heard yet, they all let out a collective breath.

“I want to see this play out, without interference” She said, softer this time as a wicked smirk came upon all of their faces.

“A scientific experiment, if you will,” Hayley said, suppressing the urge to laugh.

“Yes, for science.” Elijah said, and without another word, they all resumed what they were doing moments ago.

As promised, minutes later, Hayley and Elijah heard the faint hum of Niklaus’s vehicle. Apparently, Rebekah did as well, judging by the way they all heard another curse, followed by a frantic shuffling, and then she ran down the stairs and into the foyer.

She was slightly out of breath, and her eyes looked wild. The most damning piece of evidence was the lone feather sitting in her hair.

It didn’t take a conversation to know they would keep that information to themselves. Letting the cards fall where they may, in the name of knowledge. Rebekah smoothed out her shirt, letting out a breath as she walked over to sit next to Y/N on the adjoining couch. She picked up a random book as the car drew closer.

“I hope that I can trust you all to agree that I was here the whole time,” Rebekah said sweetly, an underlying threat laced in her words as she kept her gaze on the book.

“As long as my room isn’t destroyed,” Y/N said just as sweetly, and Rebekah paled slightly. Y/N may still be human, but she was still able to make Rebekah gulp.

“Rebekah…” She began to warn, right as they heard Klaus make it to the driveway. Only moments now.

“I will fix it myself but please say nothing,” She whispered, speaking fast, pleadingly, and before Y/N could agree or deny, Klaus sped into the mansion. His posture was tense, and his brow was furrowed. They all knew Hayley’s suspicion was correct.

“Marcellus Gerard is a conniving twit and I will be glad when we finally dethrone the treacherous bastard,” He huffed, as his gaze shifted to his girlfriend, and he softened in front of their eyes. He plopped down behind her, pulling her body closer to his chest. His hands traced down her arms as he whispered loud enough for only her to hear. Not that any of them would want to hear whatever it was. Based on their facial expressions, it wasn’t hard to guess what was being said.

“I rather think a long relaxing wash in my multi-headed shower sounds rather spectacular before the upcoming night of festivities” Klaus grinned into her skin. She shivered as she felt his warm breath on her neck, and she began to nod her head. But then she opened her eyes and gazed back upon Rebekah, with the damn feather in her hair.

She quickly thought of an excuse.

“I’ll be up in a moment, I have a couple more things I need to write down before I forget them.” She said, a little breathy. Both at the thought of what was promised, and her being put on the spot. Then another thought crossed her mind, as Klaus nodded, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

If she didn’t say anything, she would surely not get to experience whatever Klaus was cooking up in his gorgeous head. But if she told him. He might forgive Rebekah’s attempted prank in favor of private time with his girlfriend. She locked eyes with Rebekah, and saw that she knew what Y/N had on the line.

After a tense millisecond, Y/N rolled her eyes, and let Klaus get up without another word. Rebekah breathed out imperceptibly, and Hayley rested her mouth against Elijah’s shoulder to conceal her smile.

Right before he left, Klaus turned and looked at Rebekah.

“There’s a feather in your hair sister,” He said, before turning back around, as Rebekah frantically pulled the feather from her blonde curls.

Klaus finally left with a pleased smile on his face, and suddenly they all felt a bit guilty.

Only for a moment though, he had staked and tortured (except for Y/N and Hayley of course, though Hayley was not immune to his taunts and quips) them many times over the centuries.

“Thanks for telling me,” She growled quietly, and Elijah casually looked up at his sister.

“For the results to be as accurate as possible, we could not interfere” He said matter of factly, as Hayley nearly snorted, her hand gripping his button up shirt. He reached up to grab hers, and brought it to his lips.

Before Rebekah had the chance to ask what the hell he was talking about, they collectively heard Klaus open his door, and then a mechanical grinding. Something that sounded like a liquid fell to the floor as Klaus cried out in clear surprise. Moments later, and a loud wooshing sound was heard.

It was silent for a few moments, and everyone waited in bated breaths for what was to come next.

“REBEKAHHH!” Klaus screamed dramatically, and before the name was even finished, she was out of the door, running away like her life depended on it. Probably because it did.

The group busted out laughing, and Hayley and Y/N looked to each other. Another wooshing sound and there he was.

Covered in thick chocolate syrup and a shit ton of feathers stood a murderous Klaus Mikaelson. Even the stoic Elijah couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips at the clever prank.

“First, Marcellus turns down a perfectly good exchange of power, then my sister proverbially tars and feathers me, and now I begin to realize that my sweet Y/N let her devoted boyfriend walk right into a trap,” He said, continuing the dramatics as always.

“Happy American Independence Day brother” Elijah sighed, as fireworks started up outside. Hayley turned excitedly to the window, and his gaze turned to her, adoration clear on his face. Without another word, he stood up, Hayley cradled in his arms as she yelped at the sudden movement.

“If you’ll excuse us, I will be going to take my partner to watch the fireworks,” And he ran out of the room before Klaus had the chance to argue, Hayley’s giggle echoing in the wind.

Klaus huffed indignantly, getting himself all worked up again. Y/N lifted the laptop from her lap, setting it to the side so she could make her way to her whining boyfriend.

“I’m going to find Rebekah, and when I do I’ll…” He ranted, Y/N wrapping her arms around his neck, not caring about the sticky transfer of chocolate sauce and feathers onto her clothes. His arms wound around her waist as she quietly interrupted his threats.

“Pretend to laugh it off, to lull her into a false sense of security. Then you’ll come back to me to plan your revenge,” Her lips ghosted over the skin of his neck as she spoke, before her tongue darted up to lick a bit of the dark syrup.

“For now, I promised you a nice long shower,” She said as she pulled away, and met his signature smirk.

“You are truly wicked my dear,” He all but growled, pulling her harder against his body as she giggled. “I believe you are correct, I will most definitely be needing your assistance, love,” And as soon as the words left his lips, he picked her up and ran them to the washroom, the need for revenge forgotten for now.

A solid day's work in the name of Science.

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Can you do a Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader imagine where they meet up at the Starcourt before the battle and worry/asses each other’s injuries (her’s from the Mind Flayer and Steve’s from the Russians) and while they’re meant to be preparing, Steve decides it’s the time to finally confess his feelings?

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Talk Later?

A/N: WELCOME BACK. I got another request here, this one is with a Henderson!Reader. Again, I took some liberties with the request. I think it still fits, but it just made more sense in terms of timelines and such. Either way I hope y’all like it!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Fandom: Stranger Things (specifically Stranger Things 3)

Word Count: 1,813

Summary/ Request:  Can you do a Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader imagine where they meet up at the Starcourt before the battle and worry/asses each other’s injuries (her’s from the Mind Flayer and Steve’s from the Russians) and while they’re meant to be preparing, Steve decides it’s the time to finally confess his feelings?

Warnings: Some violence, sad times, light sexy times. 

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(I don’t think that that is what he is saying in the gif, but meh, who cares. 

This was it. 

You, and all your friends, were gonna die. 

Billy was speeding towards you, his camaro’s engine was thrumming with power, and compared to the thunks and groans your car was making, you would be lucky if Jonathon’s car would even start.  

Nancy was firing shot after shot at Billy, but no matter how good of an aim she had, he didn’t seem to be slowing down. Tears clouded your vision, and you could hear the kids screams, but you could only think of your loved ones. 

“I love you Dust Bunny” you said through the walkie as you braced yourself against the back of the car. You were scared to leave your brother behind, but you had no doubt that Steve would love and take care of Dustin in your place. You just prayed that he would live to see the next day, even if you didn’t.

But instead of an impact, your head snapped up as you heard the scream of metal hitting metal and the squealing of tires. 

“Griswold family, do you copy?!” Dustin yelled over the walkie, “Y/N please! Tell me you’re okay!” you could hear the tears in his voice, so you fought through the shock to reply. 

“We’re all good Scoop Troop, a little shaken up, but we’re good” You said as you let out a breath, and looked over to Steve who sat in the driver’s seat of the TodFather. He was your knight in shining armor. Well, more like your knight in a sailor costume. 

However, your relief was short lived as you felt the ground shake, so forcefully you felt it from within the back of the car, and heard the terrifying roar of the Mindflayer as it crawled atop the destroyed Starcourt Mall. 

Thankfully, right then, Jonathon was able to get the car started, and Nancy called for Steve and Robin to jump in. Steve climbed into the back with you, and Robin managed to squeeze in with Lucas and Will. You let out a squeak as Steve grabbed you when Jonathon peeled out of the parking lot, bringing you into his lap and drowning you in a hug. You clung to him like a lifeline, breathing him in. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you had thought about him too, when you saw Billy cruising towards you. You thanked every god there was that he was okay, well, relatively okay.

“Oh my god Steve! What happened to your face?” You said as you sat back and got a good look at him. You lightly swiped your thumb under his swollen eye, before trailing it to his cheek, a frown crossing your face.  He couldn’t help but close his eyes at your soft touch, leaning into the hand that was now holding his face. He felt like he finally had a second to breath, now that you were safe in his arms. Your hands stroking his face reminded him that he did in fact have to open his eyes, and reply to you. 

“Ah, just some Russians, don’t worry about it. This is like, the third time in the last two years my face has looked like this,” He laughed, shaking his head and wrapping around his arm around your waist a little tighter as Jonathon took a sharp turn. You gasped as his fingers hit a spot on your side, and your hand flew down to cover his. 

“You okay Y/N/N?” Steve asked frantically, moving you off his lap and onto the seat, his own body switching to the floor where he put his hands on your face and arm, looking for any visible injuries. You shuddered as your hand grazed the spot again, and you felt a small amount of liquid slip through your fingers. 

“Oh my god! You’re bleeding!” Steve shrieked, causing Jonathon to swerve and Nancy to send a glare to the back. You had to stop yourself from laughing as he tried to (unsuccessfully) rip off a piece of his shirt, “need to stop the bleeding…” being mumbled under his breath. “Steve, I’m fine, it’s just a graze from some glass,” You said as you took his hands in yours, making him stop trying to rip apart his uniform. Just then, a sound came over the walkie again, one you never thought you’d actually here. 

“Dusty Buns do you copy?”

“I copy Suzie-Poo, it sounds much better now, thanks” You looked back up to Steve and you both came to the realization at the same time. 

“Suzie” 

You couldn’t help but shake your head at the craziness of it all. There you were, sitting in the back of Jonathon’s car, hearing your brother talk to his girlfriend about Planck’s constant, so that Hopper and Joyce could get into the secret Russian base underneath the mall, to shut down a machine that linked your world to an alternate dimension. Oh and not to mention the fact that there was a giant ass monster running after you. 

Speaking of the Mindflayer, he decided to make his presence known once again, by unleashing yet another ear shattering roar into the air.

Before you really thought about it, you threw yourself back into Steve’s lap, hiding your face in his neck, as his arms instinctively wrapped around you. You realized a beat later what you had done,  and immediately tried to move back. 

“S-Sorry…” You said as you pulled away slightly, not getting too far due to the arms that were still wrapped firmly around your waist. 

“S’okay,” Steve whispered, but you could tell his attention was elsewhere. Instead, as you felt your heart start thundering in your chest, you realized that he was staring at your lips. His eyes flicked back up to meet your gaze, and the next thing you knew he had crashed his lips to yours. The kiss was frantic, as if you both couldn’t get enough. Maybe it was because you both knew that it could be the last time you ever got the chance to do it, or maybe it was the thrill of finally acting upon unsaid feelings. Maybe it was a combination of both, but neither of you were complaining. 

Steve’s hands were everywhere, pulling you closer onto his lap and trailing them down your back as you gripped onto his amazing hair. Stars danced behind your eyelids as you finally got to kiss the boy you had been crushing on since middle school. It was horrible timing, but who were you to question fate?

While you and Steve were off in your own bubble of teenage hormones, Robin and Will were sat upfront, both amused and horrified by not only your makeout session, but with Dustin and Suzie singing “The Never Ending Story” over the walkie. 

“What on EARTH is happening right now?! There is a monster chasing us while Steve and Y/N are making out in the back and Dustin is doing karaoke!” Lucas shouted as he looked at the remainder of the group. Robin and WIll shrugged, prepared to let it go in favor of focusing on getting away from the MindFlayer. But then Robin heard Steve groan and she did NOT want to hear what other sounds the two of you could make if she let you continue.  

“Steve! Y/N!” Robin said as she threw a can at Steve’s head. You broke apart immediately, with Steve glaring at Robin as he rubbed the back of his head. 

“We’ll talk later?” You asked through a laugh, even though Robin had ruined a moment, you had to admit that she had good aim. 

“Yeah, yeah sounds good!” Steve said as he cleared his throat, trying to discreetly shift under you without you noticing...

“Oh my god! Steve’s got a boner!” Lucas shouted, laughing maniacally as Steve turned a bright shade of red.

“C’mon man! Not cool!” Steve looked back to you, trying to gauge your reaction, but your gaze was locked onto the back window.

“Hey guys!” You said nervously, getting the attention of the entire car. “It’s turning around”

“What?” Nancy asked from the front. 

“It’s turning around,” 

“Maybe we wore it out?” Lucas suggested.

“I don’t think so, hold on!” 

Jonathon said as whipped the car around, flying back towards Starcourt Mall

~~~~

In the end, the battle had been won, but the victory didn’t come without a price.

Max had left without her step brother, and although he had been a dick to everyone, including you, you knew of what went on behind closed doors. You also knew that he had been possessed, like Will had been, his actions weren’t of his own free will. 

He was a kid that had been taken advantage of, and was a victim like everyone else. In the end he had sacrificed himself to Save El, a girl he had just met, because she showed him two minutes of kindness. 

You believed that Billy Hargrove deserved better than the fate that was handed to him. 

And El, poor El, lost the only parental figure she had. Hopper’s death was felt by all of you, and it was going to take a long time for the party to heal from those wounds. He too, had given his life for the world, and there wasn’t even ash left to remember him by. 

It was a grueling few months that followed. You’d attended both Billy’s and Hopper’s funerals, and helped the Byers, including El, move out of Hawkins. The only thing that got you through those tough times, was your boyfriend Steve. He had held your hand and wrapped his arms around you through the night when you were plagued by nightmares. He meant the world to you, and you thanked the stars every day that he had come into your life. 

“Hey Steve?” You asked as you laid upon his chest, his steady heartbeat thumping under your ear. 

He hummed in reply, his eyes closed and relaxed, fingers softly carding through your hair.

“I just wanted to say that I love you” He opened his eyes then, and you nearly melted when you saw the pure adoration shining in them.

“I love you too Y/N, more than you know,” He said as he leaned down, pulling you closer to his body and kissing you like your life depended on it. The fire still burned as bright as it had that night, if not more so, and before you knew it, Steve had laid himself on top of you, seemingly now shirtless. You felt his mouth start to trail from your lips, to your jaw, to the curve of your…

The door burst open, and to your horror, Dustin strolled in without a care in the world. You tried to throw Steve off as fast as possible, but the damage was done. 

“OH GOD, MY EYES!”

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Hello there if it's not to much trouble could you do a billy Hargrove imagine where him and the reader I presume? Lol are going to a Halloween party and the reader convinced him to dress up with them as Sarah and Jareth from the labyrinth (if you don't know what that is it's quite alright in that case you could pick a cute couples costume I'm just a huge David Bowie fan and he is Jareth from the labyrinth) thank you for whatever you come up with ^^

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Dance Magic Dance

A/N: Hello again! This was requested by the lovely @punky-pinkhaired-hufflepuff Like with the last story, this went a little differently than what was asked for exactly. Buuuuuut, I hope y’all still like it!

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Part 1/1

Fandom: Stranger Things (Specifically, post Stranger Things 3)

Word Count: 1,084

Summary/ Request:  Hello there if it's not to much trouble could you do a billy Hargrove imagine where him and the reader I presume? Lol are going to a Halloween party and the reader convinced him to dress up with them as Sarah and Jareth from the labyrinth (if you don't know what that is it's quite alright in that case you could pick a cute couples costume I'm just a huge David Bowie fan and he is Jareth from the labyrinth) thank you for whatever you come up with ^^

Warnings: Bad attempt at fluff (not my forte but I tried XD), 

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This year, you were determined to make Halloween fun. 

After the last few years you, and your boyfriend Billy, had endured, you decided you both deserved to enjoy the holiday. Tina, (who held the original party where you and Billy met, was having a Halloween reunion of sorts. At first it took you a hell of a time to convince Billy to go with you. After all, the party was all the way back in Hawkins, a place neither of you ever wanted to go back to. There were far too many horrible memories. The both of you agreed that the only redeemable moments spent in Indiana were the ones that only involved the two of you, and sometimes the party. 

After the Mind Flayer was defeated, the paramedics were able to save Billy,  he spent a grueling two months in the hospital recovering, but even three years later, he still had issues with his sides. But his time recovering wasn’t completely wasted, he reevaluated his entire life, and he made amends with all he had tormented in Hawkins. Steve Harrington ended up becoming one of his best friends. They had a weekly phone call every Sunday, to discuss the latest basketball games or whatever was happening in their lives. 

However, it was also Max’s 16th birthday, and since Billy had become infinitely closer with his sister, he agreed. 

Now all you had to do was convince him to wear his costume. 

“Billy, C’mon! Jareth is such a badass character!” You exclaimed, walking into the dining room where Billy sat, thumbing through a car magazine. For the Halloween party, you were really wanting to go as the main characters in the movie “Labyrinth”, which came out the year before. You were both major Bowie fans, and the movie had quickly become one of your all time favorites. 

And who could resist David Bowie in those tight pants. 

“Yeah he’s cool, but his outfits are ridiculous. I don’t want the entirety of old Hawkins high to see my junk,” Billy hadn’t even looked up from his magazine. 

“Half of them already have, what’s the big deal?” You asked, a smirk planted on your lips. You constantly teased Billy about his man-whorish ways in high school, it was a never ending topic of entertainment for you. Your jokes usually only ended in him rolling his eyes, or on the off chance, some sappy comment about how you were the only person he wanted to sleep with. But this time, you could tell you were in trouble. 

Billy slowly got up from his seat, his dark eyes trained on you, and a shiver ran up your spine. You tried backing away from him, but your back hit a door before you could get too far. 

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?” Billy was in predator mode and you were his prey, and there was little to no chance of escape in your small apartment, but you weren’t one to admit defeat. 

You leapt away from the wall, narrowly escaping his hands as they grabbed for your waist. You were almost to your bedroom when you slipped on one of Billy’s socks,  your hands flying out to catch yourself. However, before you even hit the ground, Billy had caught you, and had thrown you over his shoulder. 

“I bet you think you’re so funny,” He said as he poked your sides, laughing at your grunts and giggles.

“Billy!” You shouted as you attempted to wiggle out of his grip, but he held onto your thighs tighter, before gently throwing you on your couch. He straddled your hips and held both of your hands in one of his, over your head, using his free hand to continue his assault. 

“Say you’re sorry Doll,” You were laughing hard now, your stomach clenching as his fingers dug into your hips and chest. 

“Fine! I’m sorry!” You yelled, and his fingers stilled. 

“Thank you, that’s more…”

“I’M SORRY YOU WERE SUCH A MANWHORE IN HIGH SCHOOL” Billy sat stunned above you, mouth open wide as you nearly laughed yourself to death. 

“Oh you’re in for it this time!” He said as he attacked you once again with both hands, this time bringing his mouth down to your chest as well, his moustache hairs adding to the tickling sensation. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I give Billy!” You were giggling like a maniac, and so you did whatever you could to stop the torment, you grabbed his face and brought his lips to yours, swallowing his laugh. His tickles immediately stopped as his mouth moved against your own, instead he hitched one of your thighs to rest on his hip and tugged you closer to his body. Your hands moved to the back of his neck, tugging on the short curls he had adopted. 

Billy groaned into your mouth, pulling away slightly as you he panted above you. “That was a dirty play Y/N),” He said, as you giggled once again. You pecked his lips one more time before pushing him over so you were straddling him instead. 

“I’ve got an idea,” 

~~~

“Is… Is that Billy Hargrove? Who is he with?” You heard whispers from every direction in the room. “Who is that guy? Is Billy wearing a wig?” 

You finally had convinced Billy to be Jareth and Sarah from “Labyrinth”, just not in the way that you had originally intended. 

Billy was indeed wearing a wig, a long brown one with a braid keeping one side out of his face. He wore a puffy white shirt, a gold accented vest, and light blue jeans. His costume was simple really. 

Yours, however, was the piece de resistance. 

You had a spiky platinum blonde wig, a similar puffy white shirt, a tight black high sat vest, and the best part, high waisted, skin tight, snake skin pants. You also had a long black cane and wicked pointed eye makeup. Then you had used one of Billy’s old cups and pack of socks to create the iconic Jareth bulge. 

You truly were rocking the Goblin King look. 

“See? Told you this was an awesome costume.” You said as you looked at Billy, and he just rolled his eyes. 

“As long as we don’t create Toby tonight, I’ll be happy,” 

“Ew that’s your brother,” 

“Oh my god Y/N, you know what I meant” 

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Can you do a nancy wheeler x fem!reader one shot based off the song faith by George Michael

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Dirty Little Secret ~ Request

A/N: Ahh!!! First Stranger things request! I’m super excited! Also, sorry to the Anon who requested if this isn’t what you wanted. I went with a more angsty approach, just message me again if you want something different! 

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x F!Reader

Part 1/1

Fandom: Stranger Things (Specifically Stranger Things into Stranger Things 2)

Word Count: 2,907 (This got AWAY from me)

Summary/ Request: “Can you do a Nancy Wheeler x fem!reader one shot based off the song “Faith” by George Michael”

Warnings: Underage drinking, a bit of harassment, sexual themes, swearing. It has a fluffy ending though!!

Edit: 6/08/22: lol I know season 4 came out, my stranger things stories are popping again 😂😂

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You were Nancy Wheeler’s dirty little secret, and you hated it. 

The brunette girl was unlike anyone you had met, and she had captured your heart before you realized it was up for grabs. You thought she felt the same, the nights you spent wrapped in each other's eyes and arms, felt like evidence enough. 

You knew you loved her, she was everything to you, and you wished you could tell the world that she was yours. However, Nancy Wheeler was known for leaving a trail of broken hearts, so you kept the words to yourself. You could make lover to her all night long, but those three words never passed your kiss swollen lips. 

You also knew it was dangerous to be openly gay in most places, but Hawkins was relatively nice. There was a gay couple that lived by Chief Hopper, and while some of the older residences grumbled under their breaths, they were open and happy. 

You wished you could have that Nancy Wheeler, you wished to be the open and happy couple with her, but you didn’t know if she would end up breaking your heart. 

So instead of declarations in the hallways, you had declarations under the covers. You caressed and worshiped her body and tried to let her know how you felt with your hands or mouth, even if you’d never said it out loud. 

You dreamed about the day when you had enough faith in her to say it. 

Then, sophomore year came around, and things shifted. Nancy drew away from you at school, instead she would meet up with Steve “The Hair” Harrington. 

It drove you crazy. 

You were jealous, but had no real reason to be. You weren’t together, no matter what your traitorous heart wanted to believe, no matter how long you had held up hope. 

She still had you over every night, wrapped up in your arms until the morning, when she would ride with you to school, then run to Steve and his posse of assholes. You still ate lunch with her, but Tommy H. and Carol were ruthless, and you started to grow tired of the taunts that Nancy let slide. You waited for the day that Nancy would stick up for you, you still had faith in the girl you loved. 

It hurt, to say the least, when you realized that she wasn’t going to. 

Not long after, you couldn’t stand the torture any longer, and started pulling away. It started with you eating lunch away from them, choosing a table with Jonathon Byers instead.You told Nancy that you had missed your old friend, which was true, but not the whole truth. Then, you stopped your nightly sleepovers. You picked up a job at the local diner, and since the extra cash didn’t hurt, so took as many shifts as possible. 

Nancy had noticed almost immediately, but she chose not to say anything. She couldn’t risk anyone finding out about her “dirty little secret”. 

That didn’t stop her from trying though, she still invited you over every night, hiding the hurt when you would give an excuse. She would take Steve and his crew to the diner when she worked, but for some reason, no matter where they sat, they always had a different waitress. You would look at Nancy from across the restaurant, shrug, which read “what can you do” before ignoring her the rest of the time that they were there. It stung Nancy more than she cared to admit, but still, she stayed quiet. 

Two months into the school year and Nancy Wheeler was out of your life.

Two months and a week into the school year and Nancy Wheeler could be found sucking face with Steve Harrington in the hallways before class. 

Then, a demogorgon attacked Jonathon, his brother and his brother’s friends.You and Nancy had to work together again, and while it was tense, it worked out. You and Nancy were always a great team, and when it was your lives on the line, neither of you wavered in the other’s protection. 

But as quickly as the threat arrived, you had defeated it and life went back to the new normal. Nancy Wheeler made out with Steve Harrington and you hung out with Jonathon Byers, and the two of you pretended like you hadn’t spent the formative years of your life with the other. 

Junior year started and Tina had decided to throw a Halloween bash, and while parties weren’t usually your thing, you decided one night of being a stupid teenager wasn’t going to ruin your life.

But, of course Nancy Wheeler was there, and of course she was the most beautiful girl in the room, and of course Steve Harrington was wrapped around her. 

You didn’t hate Steve, he may not have been the nicest guy around, but he treated Nancy well, and kept her happy. You wanted Nancy happy, even if you weren’t the one making it happen. So, you cast your eyes down and went to the “Pure fuel” after she had walked away from it, chugged it down without so much of a grimace. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by the leather-clad new kid. 

Billy Hargrove was trouble, someone you wanted nothing to do with, but you had caught his eye, and he was determined to put another notch on his belt. 

“I thought this was a Halloween party sweetheart, where’s your costume?” He purred in your ear, you could smell the nicotine and beer on his breath, and it made you nauseous. Why the female population of your school was obsessed with him, you’d never know. 

“I don’t see one on you either Hargrove, unless your costume is the stereotypical asshole?” You had bit back, wanting nothing more than to leave the party at that point. 

“Ouch, I would say that hurt, but you know my name, so I’ll take that as a win,” He laughed, licking his lips as his hooded eyes looked you up and down, causing your skin to crawl. “Everyone knows your name, doesn’t mean it’s a good thing,” You replied, looking around for Jonathon, who should have arrived by then. 

“Well how about I get your name then, princess, and I can make it a good thing?” Billy said as he inched closer. 

“I’m good, thanks.” You had started to get uncomfortable, and by the vacant look in his eyes, he was piss drunk. 

“Aww C’mon princess, don’t be like that.” He whispered as his hand trailed up your arm, and traced your jaw. The guy didn’t take the obvious rejection. 

“Don’t call me that, and don’t touch me,” You jerked your face away from him and tried to move away, but his hand grabbed you before you could get too far. 

“What’s your problem? You some dyke?” Billy was fanning his alcoholic breath in your face and his grip was intense, under normal circumstances, you would be a little frightened of the obviously inebriated jock, but you were heartbroken, tired and a little tipsy. Instead of fear, you felt white hot rage surge through your veins. 

“Yeah and what if I am Hargrove? Doesn’t concern you that I prefer tits to dicks,” You seethed, pulling out of his grip as you pushed him away from you. The crowd went nearly silent at your outburst, no one knew about your sexuality and in your drunken state, you’d just outed yourself to the entire school. 

“I don’t blame you, ain’t nothing like a pair of tits in your face to get the night started out right!” Billy said as he threw his fist in the air, and just like that, the party restarted, some people cheering for you as you went past them. 

Yeah, Hawkins wasn’t completely bad. 

Then Steve Harrington barreled past you, and you knew the look on his face all to well. You had seen it in the mirror almost every morning for the past year. 

Nancy Wheeler just broke his heart. 

You had seen her chugging the “fuel” like it was water earlier, and you knew that a drunk Nancy was a loose lipped one. You felt yourself getting angry again, but not at who you’d thought it’d be that night. You were pissed at Steve, her boyfriend, who had left her drunk as a skunk at a high school rager.

You grew sober as you went in the direction that Steve had come from, knowing it was now up to you to get her home. 

You opened the bathroom door, spotting Nancy sitting on the toilet, sloppily trying to wipe off the red liquid that stained her stark white shirt. 

“Oh Nance, what did you do?” You sighed, walking over to her and kneeling so you could see her teary eyes. She didn’t fight you as you softly took the towel from her hands, and placed it on the counter behind you. Even though she had hurt you, you still couldn’t stand to see her cry. 

You stood up, and pulled her to your chest as you ran your fingers through her hair. She shook as she cried, your shirt wrinkling from where she gripped it. A million thoughts flew through your mind as you held her. It was scary how easy you fell back into her. 

Nancy Wheeler was a drug and you were addicted. 

You sat there for a minute longer, letting her get the worst out before you pulled her from you gently. 

“C’mon baby, let’s get you home,” You whispered as you pulled her up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and guiding her out the door. Wolf whistles echoed in the room when Billy and his crew saw you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Keep it in your pants boys, she drunk and straight,” You stepped out of the cramped room, and although that wasn’t the exact truth, you weren’t about to out her, without her permission. 

You managed to bring the drunk girl all the way back home and into her room, it wasn’t easy, but then again; nothing that had to do with Nancy was easy. You pulled off her boots, skirt and ruined top, before you put on the first clean shirt you found in her dresser. You pretended your heart didn’t hurt when you realized it was yours. Just as you had pulled the covers over her body and gone to leave, a weak grasp had kept you in place. You looked back down to Nancy, her big eyes were nearly shut,there had been too much alcohol in her system to keep them open fully, but she held your gaze like her life depended on it. 

“I love you, but I’m so scared that I’ll change my entire life for you, and then you’ll just leave me, like you already did,” she sighed, and then her eyes fell shut. 

Your heart hammered in your chest, she may have been drunk as shit,

but she had said the words. 

You wanted to get out of that room and out of her house, but she still hadn’t let go. You secretly hoped that she wouldn’t. 

“Please, don’t leave me,” she whispered, and like the lovesick fool you were, those words were all it took for you to climb into the bed and wrap your arms around her once again. 

You woke up to Nancy’s blue eyes trained to yours, she was surprised to see you, that was for sure, but she didn’t seem mad. 

“Why are you here?” She asked, and you had to think about how to respond. 

Did you tell her the truth? That she had said that she loved you and asked you to stay? Or did you give her the watered down, half truth? She was drunk and Steve had left, so you brought her home. 

In the end you did neither of those things. 

“I think you need to talk to Steve,” You said as you rolled out of her bed, picking up your discarded shoes on your way out her bedroom door. You had decided that you were going to ignore that she had said the words. It didn’t seem like she remembered anything from the previous night, and you weren’t about to tell her just so she could say it wasn’t true. 

You didn’t think your heart could handle that. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” Nancy called after you, racing to keep up with your pace. You knew you hadn’t answered her, but you didn’t know how to; you didn’t know what Steve and her had fought about, and it wasn’t your problem. 

“Look, I was here because you fought with Steve and he left you alone at the party. So I brought you home and when I was going to leave, you…” You stopped yourself, you were dangerously close to telling her what happened, but you didn’t know if wanted to yet. 

“I what?” She pressed. 

“You looked like you were gonna swallow your tongue so I stayed to make sure that you didn’t die,” You lied on the spot, hoping she wouldn’t see through your facade. It seemed like she didn’t, but you almost wished we she had when you heard what she said next. 

“Suddenly you care?” Nancy scoffed as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“Excuse me?” You said, spinning around to face her once again, thankful that everyone in the house seemed to be gone. 

“You heard me, I don’t get why, after a year of not talking to me, you suddenly care,” She glared at you, angry eyes framed by long lashes, her lips pinched in a frown. 

“I never stopped caring about you Nancy, I just couldn’t take being your dirty little secret anymore,” You threw your hands in the air, it felt good to finally let it off your chest. You’d kept the pain inside you for so long, but you didn’t want to anymore. Not when you were accused of not caring for the one person you cared most about. 

“What… What do you mean? You weren’t my dirty little secret! You were my best friend!” Nancy shouted, throwing a finger into your chest. 

“You slept with me, every night, for the past two years! I kept waiting for you to say something to me, at home, or at school, to hold my hand or kiss my cheek, anything really! Then Steve came around and you just fell into his lap. You only acknowledged me in passing, allowing Tommy H. and Carol to torment me whenever they pleased, yet you never stopped sleeping with me. I loved you Nancy Wheeler, but you were the one that didn’t care!” You were crying now, steady tears streaming down your face as you yelled at the girl you loved. She only stared at you, her mouth hanging open, her own tears falling silently. 

“Don’t forget who kept you safe last night, because it certainly wasn’t your boyfriend. But, I don’t care, right?” You left the Wheeler house as quick as possible, leaving her alone in the foyer. 

You had lost your faith in Nancy Wheeler. 

The days went by since Tina’s party, and people had started to notice you. It was mostly the jocks; they clapped you on the back in the hallways, nodding as if you were now apart of a secret club. It was a bit weird, knowing that the entire school knew about you, but it was also freeing. It felt good that you didn’t have to hide anymore. 

You had also heard that Steve and Nancy had broken up the day after the party. It didn’t surprise you, considering the limited events you knew about, but she still hadn’t spoken to you. She would, however, stare at you in the lunchroom, in the hallways, the locker room, anywhere where you both were. It got under your skin, but as always, you had stayed silent. 

That was, until she cornered you in the hallway one morning. 

“I still slept with you because I loved you. I tried to move on with Steve, because I was scared you wouldn’t stay with me if we were to go public, but that was stupid and mean and I’m sorry,” She said in a rush, her lashes brushed across her reddened cheeks as she kept her eyes trained on the floor. By then, people had stopped around you, listening in on the conversation that didn’t involve them. You didn’t notice though, too shocked to focus on anything other than the girl that was in front of you.

“I know I should’ve talked to you before, but I’m talking to you now and I’m talking to you in front of everyone to show you that I mean it. I love you and I don’t care who knows it. I’m sorry I didn’t say it before…” Nancy never got to finish whatever speech he had planned. Instead she was ambushed by your hands coming around her face. 

“I love you too Nancy Wheeler,” you smiled, pulling her lips to yours and kissing the life out of her. It felt like you were finally coming home. 

You pulled back slightly, giggling at her dreamy smile, red lips and the cheers from the nearby students, then you kissed her again, no longer her dirty little secret. 

You had found your faith in Nancy Wheeler. 

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In the End

A/N:

PSA: ENDGAME SPOILERS AHEAD> YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. 

This is a different one from me. I’ve had this idea floating around for a few days and I’ve finally gotten around to writing it!!!

It’s a little rushed, and a little sad, but I’m mostly proud of it XD. I hope you all enjoy. 

LAST WARNING: SPOILERS BELOW 

Pairing: Avengers x Natasha Romanoff (platonic)/ Avengers x Tony Stark (platonic)/ Tony Stark X Natasha Romanoff (platonic)

One shot

Fandom: Avengers/ MCU- Post Endgame

Summary: What it was worth in the end.

Warnings: It’s bittersweet. Shitty writing, Unbeta’d/ lightly edited.

Natasha Romanoff was many things.

An Assassin,

A Spy,

A Soldier,

A Weapon.

All in all, Dangerous.

Those were the things that the outside world thought the Infamous Black Widow to be.

Then there the things that those closest to her knew her to be.

An Ally,

A Comrade,

A Friend,

A Family Member.

All in all, Loyal.

So it wasn’t really a surprise when Clint explained why he came back one man short.

It hurt, more than words could express. But they knew that she died doing what she thought was right.

And it was. Thanks to her, they had one of the stones they so desperately needed to save the world. In the end, thanks to her, they brought people home.

Tony Stark was many things.

A Genius,

Billionaire,

Playboy,

Philanthropist.

Those were the things he once thought himself to be.

Then there were the things everyone around him thought him to be.

A Brilliant,

Generous,

Loyal,

Trustworthy man.

In the end he gave his life for the world. A death felt by few, in return for the second chance of life for so many more. In the end he gave his life for his family.

The world could say what they wanted about Iron Man and the Black Widow, but only the people closest to them would know just how remarkable Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff truly were.

In the end, the Avengers and all the other heros who fought alongside them would miss them forever, but they died saving the ones they loved, and that was enough.

~~~~~

Natasha had no concept of time wherever she was. She knew she was dead, but she had no idea where she was, how long it had been, or if it had been worth it.

But she had hope, a bucket of it,

She bet her life on hope.

So Natasha waited, trapped somewhere in between the end and the earth,

She waited for any sign that they had won,

Or any sign that they had lost.

In the end, It could’ve been years, it could’ve been hours, or even seconds,

Natasha would wait.

Until there was a huff, the sound of metal sliding off fabric, and a body hitting the watery cosmos that made up the ground of her in-between world. She knew that sound all too well by now. Even if it had been nearly 8 years since the last time she heard it.

“Tony?” she gasped.

Tony Stark knew he was going to die when he first figured out Time Travel.

There were too many variables, too many players.

He wasn’t sure how, but he knew it was going to happen.

That’s why he recorded that message for his family.

A message that was just for his girls.

In the end, he didn’t know where he’d end up. He wasn’t sure about Heaven or Hell, or if he deserved one or the other.

Life was too grey for that kind of certainty.

He was sure as hell not expecting to land in water, to have the remains of his suit crumble around him and to fall down and not be soaked to the bone.

Where was he?

“Tony?” she gasped.

Tony’s eyes snapped up to Natasha’s. She looked the same before she left. Why did she have to look the same?

“See you in a minute”

He could still hear her saying it. If only he had known her fate, he would’ve had more time to…

“Don’t go wasting your emotion on me, Tony. We got where we are for the same reason,” she laughed. Her smirk was there, tilting just enough downwards.

She knew his train of thought. She shared it when she first saw him, but what was the point now? She needed to know,

She had waited.

“We die and the first thing you do is quote an ABBA song? Really Romanoff, this isn’t Mamma Mia,” Tony said as he rose to his feet.

His words were sharp but his voice wasn’t. He was tired and sad, but his mind would never grow quiet.

“Did you do it?” She asked, knowing their plan from the beginning.

Her words were light, but her meaning wasn’t. She was scared and lost, but her hope never failed.

“I did,” he nodded.

“What did it cost?” She dove further.

“Your life, and now mine,” he replied, as he stepped closer to his fallen friend.

“What was it worth?” She whispered, the real question falling into the air,

And Tony Stark smiled,

“God kid, where do I even begin?”,

And Natasha Romanoff smiled,

As their in-between world faded away.

In the end, it was worth everything.

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Ship Request!

This is another for @yana-versio, but within the MCU!

Original Message: Hello, I'd love to ask for a Star Wars ship if it's possible? I have rather long soft brown hair, grey-blue eyes, fair skin and I'm not that tall and skinny. I am an introvert, who tends to listen and to be polite, well-behaved and intelligent most of the time, but can be annoying and moody smartass sometimes! Thank you in advance and I hope you'll have a nice day today!

Part 2: Oh, would that also be okay to ask for a Marvel ship? I’ve never requested Marvel before and it’s so exciting!

I would be honored to do another one!! I think Ship Requests are so dang fun. 

I ship you with Bucky Barnes! 

Okay, but he is literally so sweet, I think he’s the perfect match for you!

- Bucky had a really tough time when he was a captive in Hydra, that goes without saying. So, he is so appreciative of the fact that you are so calm and centered around him. After so many years of constant yelling and threats, he is relieved to have finally found someone who he can just be quiet around. There’s no need for excessive noise when it’s just the two of you, and he is forever grateful. 

- Bucky loves how intelligent you are. As I mentioned above, he was Hydra’s puppet for over 70 years. This means, that he Is pretty far behind on most current events, and regular house hold electronic. He knows how to work bombs, guns, mics, and things like that. But a Keurig? Fuck if he knows. So it really helps him when you are so willing to share your knowledge with him, it helps him feel like he’s getting a real grasp on the time he was just thrust in to. 

-Plus he always thought a girl with a mind was the sexiest thing ever,,,, but I digress

- You know how I said that he likes the quiet side of you? Well he also loooooves the witty side of you. Back in the 40′s, Bucky was a smooth talker. He could’ve sold tickets to a show where paint dries, but when he was wiped, he lost some of that charm. So whenever you get sassy, Bucky can feel some pieces of himself that he had thought he lost. 

-Pretty soon he starts out-sassing you. 

-Bucky also loves playing with your hair, because it reminds him of his mom’s. I know that sounds kind of creepy, but it just means that you remind him of home. He may not say it, but he misses his family a lot. Sometimes he’ll get a flash of your hair and it brings back a memory of seeing his mother cook dinner for him, his sister, and Steve. It never fails to bring a smile to his face. 

-He also likes he fact that you both have a similar color, because that means he can steal your color-matching hair ties if need be. 

- Bucky’s favorite activity to do with you is go to Museums, he likes getting the chance to learn new things, and he enjoys hearing you say random facts about different things. Especially when you get passionate about something, he swears he falls in love with you again, every time you do it. 

- You are an instrumental part of Bucky’s recovery and new life, post hydra. He could never do it without you, and he thanks the lucky stars that he got the chance to meet you, and eventually, love you. 

Hope this was to your liking!! Enjoy love :)

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Hello, I'd love to ask for a Star Wars ship if it's possible? I have rather long soft brown hair, grey-blue eyes, fair skin and I'm not that tall and skinny. I am an introvert, who tends to listen and to be polite, well-behaved and intelligent most of the time, but can be annoying and moody smartass sometimes! Thank you in advance and I hope you'll have a nice day today! 🌸

Hello Love!!!

First off, Thank you for choosing my Blog! 

Second, I don’t know the original movies as well, so I hope it’s alright if I use someone from the newer movies? If you wanted one of the older ones, just lmk and I’ll give you a new pairing! 

I pair you with Finn (FN-2187)!

- He would immediately be drawn in by your beauty

- But the boy would stay for your kindness and wit!

- He would be so protective of you, making sure you were always right with him (so he could make sure that you were safe) 

- He loves listening to you talk, whether it be about the topics you're interested in or just the Stars. Fin could listen for hours.

-He’s both intimidated and smitten af by your intelligence. He’ll sit there and ask you questions out of the blue about the subjects you’re well versed in, specifically just to hear you spout off the right answer. He probably won’t even know if it’s right or wrong, he just likes how passionate you are. 

-Finn LOVES how willing you are to listen. After his years with the First Order, he has some horrors that just won’t leave him. He’s forever grateful that you are there as a supporter/listener. 

-He appreciates that you are well-mannered, after being around people who were constantly belittling him, making messes that he had to clean up, or generally just were horrible people, he really likes that you are almost the exact opposite of that. It helps remind him that he is safe and sound, with you.

-That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love your sass, bc BOI, if it doesn’t make him love you more. Sometimes he’ll annoy you on purpose just to hear your witty af comeback, he loves being kept on his toes. 

-All in all homeboy loves you with all his heart. You are his favorite person in the whole galaxy. 

Hope this was okay!!! Thank you again! I hope you have a fabulous day as well! 

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Help me

lol so y’all know how I have like 6 WIP’s in progress on here? Well I have another one lololol

The thing is, I don’t know what to make it. I started off just wanting to make a one-shot, but then I started planning it out and it looks like it could be too long for that. However, It doesn’t have enough substantial story in the beginning for it to warrant a series. 

So here’s the question, would y’all like to see it as a long ass one-shot (I’m thinking it’s gonna be around 5,000+ words), a two-parter (the first part will be kinda boring, and long) or a miniseries with around 2-4 parts? 

I’m good with any of the options, I just don’t know what people are more likely to read. Please let me know! 

oh, and by the way, I’m adding a new show/character with this fic. And I’m very excited >:) 

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Elephant Love Medley

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: It’s movie night with the Avengers and Peter can’t help himself. 

A/N: So this has been sitting on my drive for over a year… And I’m now just posting it. oops.  If you don’t know  the elephant love medley, I would look it up because other wise it wont make much sense. I am also sorry for any mistakes, I tend to edit between 2am-6am. Enjoy. 

You and Peter had been together for nearly three and a half years.

You had met through Ned, who was a family friend, while you were visiting. He had introduced you to Peter the summer before senior year at a pool party.

You and Peter clicked instantly, and started dating about six months after you met.

Funnily enough, you found out Peter was Spider Man about seven months into the relationship. It was definitely a shock but you soon got over it. Having a superhero for a boyfriend had its perks. One of them was being able to hang with the Avengers. They had all fell in love you instantly (much like Peter had, which he constantly liked to remind you of). You and Peter became all of their unofficial children, and they loved how happy you both made each other.

It was currently your weekly movie night with the team, Ned and MJ(who had finally been granted access to the Avengers floor of the Tower). It had become a tradition of sorts, a relaxation time for everyone. Every week two people got a pick movie each, this week was you and Tony’s week. So of course you picked Moulin Rouge, after some convincing by Peter earlier in the week (not that it took much in the first place).

Moulin Rouge had become you and Peter’s movie quickly after you started dating, since you were the first one to show him it. It was one of your favorites, and you had the entire movie memorized before even showing it to Peter. He fell in love and memorized it pretty quickly as well, and now you both loved to sing it to each other.

Everyone was piled into the living room and in their “set” spot for movie night. You and peter were on one of the many couches in the room, cuddled up together. The Elephant Love Medley started and suddenly Peter jumped up so he was standing on the couch and started to sing the song at you.

“Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love” He looked down at you, smiling like an idiot.

Everyone in the room looked over at Peter, all with varying levels of amusement, including you. You loved the youthfulness, and almost innocence Peter still had no matter what the world threw at him.

“Love is just a game.” You sang as you got off the couch and walked away from him. He followed you singing dramatically, forgetting about the movie.

“I was made for lovin you baby, you were made for lovin me,”

“The only way of loving me baby is to pay a lovely fee” You sang as you pushed his chest jokingly. There were chuckles from the people around you, mostly from Bucky, Wanda, Ned, and Tony, who had begun secretly filming you when Peter first started singing.

Peter and you continued to run around the living room, singing and having fun doing it.

You leaned against a wall as you sang “ Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs.”

Peter stopped in front of you and placed his hands on your waist as he sang.” Well what’s wrong with that? Cause I liked to know.” He pulled you away from the wall as the music swelled from the TV, “Cause here I go again.” With his hands still on your hips he spun you both in a circle before jumping on the ottoman that Steve’s feet had been occupying moments ago.  “Love lifts us up where we belong! Where Eagles fly, on the mountainside!”

You couldn’t stop smiling at him, even as you sang “Love makes us act like we are fools, throw our lives away for one happy,” and gently pulled him off the furniture. You continued to sing, stepping over various superhero limbs and before you knew it, It was almost the end of the song. Peter now had you pressed against him as you both softly sang,”How wonderful life is, now you’re in the world.” the song ended on the screen just as you and Peter had, big goofy smiles on everyone in the room.

You had completely forgotten about everyone else in the room as you leaned in and kissed him passionately. Only to be brought back to reality when you heard hollers and wolf whistles from the crowd.

You two pulled apart and laughed,You could feel the embarrassment throughout your whole body. On the short walk back to the couch you kept your head down, still flustered and embarrassed as Peter walked next to you and stood next the arm of the couch, while you sat down.

“I hope you know that Tony got that all on video.” Nat smirked as she laughed lightly.

“Damn it Tony.” You giggled as you threw a pillow at the man’s head.

“Hey, it was cute. Plus it makes the perfect entertainment for later down the line, when I babysit the mini Parkers.” Tony said still holding his phone and recording but you didn’t notice.

“Woah woah woah. Babysit? First of all who said you are allowed to watch our future children.I would trust Vision before you,” you laughed at the jokingly hurt look on Tony’s face.” And second of all, there are a few things that need to happen before we start thinking about kids! Right Peter,” You said as you looked to your side to look at Peter. You were confused for a moment before you looked down to find Peter bent on one knee, his hands holding a little black box.

“Well this is one step we can check off that list.” He laughed nervously.

“Y/n I have been in love with you since the moment I met you.

I could never thank your family enough for knowing Ned’s family, or him for introducing us, as long as I live. You have made my life so much better since you came into it, Y/n. I can’t and won’t imagine the rest of my life with anyone else but you. So, will you marry me?” He asked as he revealed the most perfect ring,you noticed his hands were shaking because the box and ring were wobbling.

You felt happy tears run down your face, and you couldn’t get words out so you simply grabbed his trembling hands with your own and nodded your head frantically.

Peter stood up and so did you, sliding the ring on your finger kissing you like a man dying of thirst.

The cheers of the team, Ned and MJ, erupted in the room. Eventually you pulled away from the kiss, no longer crying, but tears still glistening on your cheeks.

“Is this why you pushed me to pick Moulin Rouge tonight.” You laughed as Peter gently wiped the moisture from under your eyes,

“Maybe.” He said shyly as he started to blush, you laughed as you pulled him back on the couch.You finished Moulin Rouge,meaning it was Tony’s turn.  Tony put the movie in while you cuddled closer to your now fiance as the title menu popped up for the wedding planner.

“Tony are you trying to say something?” Peter asked.

“Maybe,” He replied with a smirk and a wink towards you and peter. You threw a pillow at him and hit him right in the head, which caused the room to brake out into laughter.

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This isn’t my writing, but a good friend of mine just posted her first piece on Tumblr!!! Give it some love peoples!!!

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Unexpected Meeting

A/N: Hello all! I am back with a new one-shot (possible series, we’ll see, based on how this goes) This started out as a story I wrote for my bestie, who is in love with Bucky, but then she said I should post it. So I changed her name to (Y/n) and some other things to make it x Reader friendly. This isn’t gender neutral unfortunately. I’m sorry!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Part 1/1 

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Word Count: 865

Warnings: Couple swear words

A03

Masterlist

(gif does not belong to me) 

“What do you mean the target is out of sight? She was right in front of you,” Steve angrily whispered into his ear piece as he inconspicuously ate a pastry, not something he was assigned to, but he was hungry. Sue him.

“Like I said punk, she slipped behind some people that were passing,” Bucky bit out as he tried to swerve through the crowd, looking for the Hydra agent they had been tailing.

Just try to find her. Sam can you send out Red Wing and see if you can see her from above?”

“On it Cap, She was getting a little fussy anyways”  The team collectively rolled their eyes. He loved that damn robot way to much.

“Okay I got eyes on her, ‘bout two clicks north of you Barnes, she keeps checking behind her so I think she knows we’re on her,” Bucky cursed under his breath, this was not going he way he wanted it to go. He started moving faster, trying to gain some ground before the agent got too far for them to track.

Bucky managed to catch up to her, seeing her black pixie cut amongst the crowd. She turned around immediately, as if she could sense his presence. He watched as she smirked before booking it down a side street.

“Fuck,” he yelled again as he began to give chase, he was about to run around the corner when…

Suddenly a girl smacked into his side, Bucky, being the freakishly large super soldier he was, stayed upright. As for the (H/C) girl, she was laid flat on her ass on the pavement. A few tears leaked out of her eyes as her hands and knees starting stinging, (Y/n) certainly didn’t expect that. Bucky looked down at her in surprise, then back up to where the agent had just been, who had unfortunately faded into the crowd.

“Shit, are you alright?” He asked as he bent down and extended his flesh hand. (Y/n) looked at it for a moment, before accepting it and hauling herself up.

“Yeah I’m fine, just some scraped knees and a bruised ego,” she laughed as she wiped away her tears.

“I hope not too bruised,” he said lightly, unable to take his eyes off of her. She had to be one of the prettiest dames he’d ever seen. And he had seen a lot over the last 100 years (not that he remembered all of them, or even most of them)

“She’s gone Buck, stand down.” Steve said over the comms, but Bucky barely heard the words, too caught up in helping the beautiful girl in front of him.

“Nah I should be fine, I’m (Y/n) by the way.” She said as she held out her hand for him to shake. Bucky hesitated for a moment, knowing full well that he would have to grasp her hand with his metal one. But he did it anyway, something about her making him feel comfortable.

“I’m James, but friends call me Bucky... “ he said, “But ya know you can call me Bucky too,”

“Whose the lady with Barnes?” he heard Sam say, and he immediately withdrew his hand from her grasp, which he hadn’t even noticed he was still in.

“Nice to meet you Bucky,” she laughed and Bucky swore he heard angels sing. He wanted to hear that laugh every day.

“Bucky time to come in, Fury wants to know why our lead got away. Again” Steve sighed. But he didn’t really want to leave.

“I gotta go Doll, but I’m really sorry about knocking you over, maybe I can make it up to you with coffee?” He asked nervously, he hadn’t really asked a dame out in over 70 years. Sure he’s had a couple flings since getting rid of his triggers, but no one had drew him in like (Y/n)  had.

“I would love to Bucky, here, give me your phone and I’ll give you my number so you can text me whenever you’re free to set up plans,” He quickly pulled out his phone and handed it to her, unable to see what she was typing. This usually would have made his paranoia go haywire, but she seemed to put his mind at ease by just being her.

“Anytime now Barnes,” Steve said angrily, and Bucky knew he was in trouble now, he only called him Barnes when he got annoyed.

“I’ll call you Doll,” he said with his smirk when she handed the phone back, her hand lingering a second longer than necessary.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she smiled back to him, before he started walking away, turning back around once to shoot her one more charming smirk.

(Y/n) was smiling like crazy as she walked away, he was even better in person. Suddenly her phone buzzed in her pocket, a text from him asking if tomorrow was too soon. She quickly typed back that it was perfect, just as a call from an unlisted number shown on her phone.

“Status report?” the encoded voice asked as (Y/n) smirked into the phone.

“Contact has been made with the Asset, he doesn’t suspect a thing,”

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Tall, Dark, and Handsome... Wait What?! Part 2

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Part 2/?

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Harry finally finds out what happened to his long lost rival.

Warnings: nothing really, maybe some swearing? 

A/N: It’s super short so sorry!

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“Harry..Harrrrryyyy…” Ginny snapped her fingers in his face a few times before he came back to attention. “Did you hear anything after I said Draco?” she asked laughing.

“Uhm no not really, sorry,” he apologized.

“Look Harry I know you’ve been looking for him for a long time and that's why I came to you first, and luckily so did my teammate, but you do remember he’s wanted right? He was a Death Eater Harry, he needs to be put on trial like everyone else,” she said, taking his hand and squeezing it. All the color drained from Harry’s face at her words. He had forgotten about Draco taking the Mark, it finally clicked into place.

“That’s why the ministry had helped me for all those years. They weren’t doing it for me, they were trying to catch a criminal,” he thought to himself.

“He didn’t do anything, his family forced him into that life. Anyone would have done the same thing if they had Voldemort living in their own home, watching their every move,” Harry sighed angrily. A few wizards looked at him upon hearing the Dark Lord’s name, then seeing it was none other than Harry Potter himself, moved their eyes away.

“I know Harry, I’m not saying he is guilty. But I just can’t stay quiet about this. I haven’t told the Ministry yet, but I will in two weeks. Harry, do you understand what I’m saying? What I’m telling you to do?” She whispers, casting her eyes around the cafe. And he did, he understood what Ginny was telling him to do, and he was suddenly very grateful he had taken his lunch to visit her.

“Thank you Ginny,” he exclaimed as he got up and kissed her on the head.

“Wait, Harry!” She tried to say but he was already off towards work, walking faster than he had on his way to the cafe. Not five minutes later Harry was back in his office and threw his belongings hastily into a bag.

“Oi, what did Ginny do this time?” Ron asked as he watched Harry frantically run around the room.

“Nothing bad Ron, don't worry.” Harry laughed as he looked at Ron for a moment, a huge smile on his face. “I'm going on Holiday for a couple weeks.”

“You? Harry Potter? Are going on holiday for a couple weeks?” Ron asked incredulously, glancing at his best friend as though he had gone mental.

“Yes Ron, also, don't worry about not having a partner, I called Shacklebolt and he says you can take a paid holiday as well.” Harry said excitedly. Ron stayed still, in all their years as Auror’s, Harry had never even hinted at a desire to have a holiday. Ron certainly had wanted to, but didn't due to the fact Harry would have been out of a partner, but now here he was, telling him he had already worked out the details.

“I'll see you in a couple weeks Ron, send Hermione and the kids my love,” Harry said as he exited the office once more, leaving a still baffled Ron at his desk.

It was only once he was at home, with all his belongings packed ready to apparate to Draco did he realize he hadn’t stopped and asked exactly where Draco was. He pulled out his phone and was about to call Ginny when he saw she had texted him, smart girl.

“Aloha Mai Kahakalau” he sounded out. Harry had never heard of the place before, and he doubted most people had. It made sense Draco would go to the last place you’d expect. With Draco and Aloha in mind he apparated out of his flat and into the Tropics.

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Tall, Dark and Handsome... Wait What?!

Lol this makes three!

Pairing: Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Part 1/? 

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: After the war Draco Malfoy disappeared without a trace, leaving a distressed Harry looking for him. 12 years later Harry finally found him, but what if he wasn't the only one searching for him?

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12 years after the war, Death Eaters are being killed in Azkaban, the latest victim being Lucius Malfoy. Head Auror Potter just hopes that wherever Draco Malfoy has been hiding, he doesn't get the Daily Profit.

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Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Swearing

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A/N: Hello everyone and welcome! Before we begin I have one question! What would you like to see? Multiple chapters from this story? Three or four chapters? Or should I just mash it all together? Let me know in the comments! The island is not real I made it up. 

Part 2 

It had been years since the war… 12 years to be exact and yet Harry Potter still had to deal with wizards and witches harboring hate from over a decade ago. Laying in front of him was none other than Lucius Malfoy, who after the fall of the dark lord was put on trial and sent to Azkaban, having been found dead in his cell with the words Death Eater carved into his chest. He had been the fourteenth Death Eater murder in Azkaban this month, no one, but the Daily Prophet, seemed to care.

The paper even went as far as to show Lucius’ image, his eyes clouded and chest bloodied. If it weren't for the fact that Draco had disappeared nearly immediately once Voldemort was dead, Harry would have been worried about him seeing his father in such a state. But alas, he had been, and continued to be missing. Some had speculated he had died from injuries no one had seen, or that someone had killed him because of his familial connections. But Harry knew he was alive, he could feel it.

No one had noticed the youngest Malfoy’s absence at first, too much grief from the families of the lost and too much celebration of the vanquishing of the Dark Lord. No one except Harry, who after years of having to watch his every move, knew when Draco was up to something.

At first Harry gave him about a month to grieve and revel in the freedom Voldemort’s death gave him, before he started his search. But there was no trace of him anywhere in the wizarding world. Harry had even called in a favor at the ministry for the whole “saving the world” business, asking them to help search, but still nothing. They did keep an eye out for Draco though, upon Harry’s request.

Weeks turned to months, months turned to years, and eventually it had been a decade. When the 10 year anniversary of the war rolled around, Harry knew he should stop looking, as much as it pained him to do so. It was obvious from those first few weeks of searching for Draco, that he did not want to be found, but Harry refused to give up on his old rival. Then he finally realized he was better off left alone, and stopped hoping one day he would see a flash of pale skin and white hair in Diagon Alley. He went on with his life pretending not to ache at the thought of his failed investigation.

Harry had eventually finished his schooling and became an Auror, and he was happy where he was in his life. Although it hadn’t always been easy, he had started from the bottom after all (apparently Harry Potter was not such hot news a couple years later) he had been just another trainee; and for that he was very thankful. He slowly worked his way up and was now one of the most successful Auror’s, under the watch of his friend and ally, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Finally Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived, became Auror Potter and his fame melted away.

Setting the news down Harry looked across the desk at his partner who was hunched over the forms of the last case they had worked. It was a simple incident really, a young wizard had found a dark arts spell book and didn’t know what it was, he had cast a spell that turned a plant into an animal eating monster. At first, the ministry thought it was a young new Voldemort, but luckily that was not the case and with a stern talking to the boy promised to be careful with spells he did not understand. Then after a very intense battle of Rock, Paper, Scissors, Auror Weasley lost and had to fill out the necessary paperwork while Harry got to read the Daily Profit.

“Lucius Malfoy was murdered last night,” Harry said suddenly, breaking the silence. Ron’s hand froze for a moment before he continued writing.

“Good riddance, he was a convicted Death Eater, and self righteous prick. He deserved it,” Ron didn’t hide his disdain for the Malfoy family, and it was completely warranted. The Weasleys and Malfoys had had a rival that went farther back than even Voldemort's prejudice against the Potters. Of course that didn’t stop Harry from wincing slightly at his friend’s cold words.

“Let’s just hope that wherever Draco is, he doesn’t get the profit,”Harry murmured to himself.

“Mate how many times do we have to go over this, Draco Malfoy is dead, has been for 12 years now,” Ron sighed exasperatedly. Although there was copious amounts of evidence supporting this, Harry still refused to believe the truth. “Bloody hell I know you were obsessed with him at Hogwarts but this has gone on too long,” Ron finished his little rant with a huff and returned back to the forms, ink sloppily splashing on the paper from his brashness.

“Show me a body and I will believe you, until then I will continue to believe he is alive.” Harry said sharply at his partner and best friend. If he was being completely honest, he didn’t know why he was so obsessed with finding Draco. But he had been a staple in Harry’s life, an important facet in his destiny that without him around, just felt wrong. In fact, without Draco, he could have died before he had a chance to kill Voldemort. Every wizard and witch owed their life to him as well, and yet he was still considered nothing more than a Death Eater. Shaking his head out of his thoughts Harry stood up and looked back at Ron.

“I’ll be back later, your sister is expecting me for lunch,” with that Harry grabbed his robes and walked out of his office, beginning his walk to the cafe a couple of blocks away where Ginny was waiting for him. Yesterday she had called Harry saying she had something important to discuss with him, he had tried to tell her that he was busy all week but she had replied with full sass saying it could not wait. After moving a lot of things around Harry told her he could do lunch the next day, she said perfect and hung up without another word.

So here he was, wondering what on earth was so important that he had to know right away. At first he had thought it was something bad, perhaps she was going to be hospitalized with some disease and didn’t know how to break to her family, or perhaps her and Neville had gotten a divorce. Then he rationalized she would have come to his home if something was seriously wrong.

Soon enough he reached the small cafe and saw Ginny sitting outside, she was still in uniform from Quidditch practice, and her red hair was in a long braid down the side of her face. Upon seeing Harry her face turned into an uneasy smile.

“Hello Harry,” Ginny said raising from her seat and giving him a firm hug. “How have you been?” she asked as they sat down at the metal table across from each other.

“I’ve been well Ginny, and yourself?” Harry replied, wishing they didn’t have to go through such formalities. As much as he would love to sit and catch up with his old friend he had a tight schedule, his walk had taken more time than he thought it would.

“I found him,” Ginny blurted out. “Draco, I’ve found Draco. Well not me, per say, rather a friend spotted him on holiday and she knew about you looking for him so she told me and now I’m…” she continued rambling on but Harry could hardly hear. He felt his entire body go numb, after years of searching, someone had found Draco sodding Malfoy.

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Ode to Abs

Two stories in one day! 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Part 1/1 

Fandom: Avengers/ Spider-Man Homecoming

Word Count: 530 

Summary: There are a lot of things that could be said about your boyfriend Peter Parker. You didn't think this would be one of them.

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A/N: This is one of my more popular stories on Ao3, and right now I am in the process of switching over some stories from there to here, so I thought this would be a good one. Let me know what you think!

There are many things that could be said about your boyfriend Peter Parker. -He’s clingy af (in the cute, endearing way. Not the “no one is allowed to look at you except me way) -He’s adorable??? Like all the time???? -He’s crazy smart, I mean how else would he get the Stark Internship -He’s a total sweetheart -Nerd. 100%. And Geek. Also 100% But the one thing you didn’t expect however, Was how fucking shredded he was underneath all those sweaters he wore. Not that you were complaining. Quite on the contrary actually. You just couldn’t believe that your sweet baby Peter was built like Captain America (as much as an 18 year old boy could be at least) Things had been progressing… in your relationship as of late. And one night those ... things… had lead to both of your shirts being stripped and then holy crap ~abs~ was all you could think for a solid 30 seconds. “Hey uh, Y/N, I’m up here remember,” Peter said sheepishly, a blush splashing across his cheeks as he laid atop you, one arm propped on the bed to keep from crushing you under his weight. “Yeah sorry but uhm when did this,” you said poking him in the freakishly firm stomach “happen exactly?” Peter’s blush deepened even further, the tips of his adorably large ears staining pink. “I don’t know, I work out a little I guess,” He whispers, flicking his eyes everywhere but at your face. ~A little, holy shit if that was all it took maybe I could stand to work out “a little”... Nah nvm…~ Your wits returned to you once you realized just how uncomfortable the continued less than innocent staring was making your boyfriend. And like that another thing was added to your list, -Self conscious -(Rrrrripped) Okay maybe two. “Peter, baby,” You said as you put a finger under his chin and guided his face to look at you again. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I was just a little surprised that this is what you were hiding underneath all those layers you wear,” you giggled as you reached up and give him a little peck on his nose. “You didn’t!.. I mean...not in the way you’re thinking,” He stammered again and holy shit you didn’t think the boy could have possibly gotten any redder but there he was, your tomato boyfriend. You tilted your head to the side, obviously confused, how else could he have been uncom… oh oh oH You looked down past his abs and suddenly you were kissing again, this time with a fire that burned you from the inside out. Hands were everywhere, trailing down stomachs, on cheeks, hitching your thigh closer around his hips and pulling on soft curls. This must be what heaven feels like, you thought as you pushed his body down on top of you fully, the skin to skin contact sending your mind ablaze. He really was hard, like… everywhere. And It wasn’t until the morning, when you woke up snuggled up against Peter Parker, that you were coherent enough to add another thing to the list. -Really… really good in bed

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Fandom List/ Wills and Won’ts

Star Wars:

Poe Dameron x Reader (Coming soon) 

Avengers: 

Spider-Man/ Peter Parker: Windows, They’re all over the place... | Ode to Abs

Bucky Barnes: Please Just Love Me *Hiatus | Unexpected Meeting

Bruce Banner: I need your help

Teen Wolf:

Scott McCall:  (Baby) Bump in the Road

Harry Potter: 

Draco Malfoy/ Harry Potter: Tall, Dark and Handsome... Wait What?! | Part 2  *Discontinued

Ron Weasely: In Your Defense

Stranger Things: 

Nancy Wheeler: Dirty Little Secret

Billy Hargrove: Dance Magic Dance

Steve Harrington: Henderson!Reader- Talk Later?

The Originals:

Klaus Mikaelson: For Science