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The Arcade Queen (Billy Hargrove X Reader)

Welp. I fell really hard into Stranger Things, and it resulted in this little fic. Bear with me as I normally don’t write things like this. This is meant to be a Billy Hargrove X Reader, and I might make it into a mini-series if anyone wants me to continue it, this is more like a small drabble and an attempt at writing for Stranger Things. In this fic, the reader is still in school but is the assistant manager for The Palace, the arcade.

Extra: After finishing this I am so sorry for the atrocity you’re about to read.

Summary: Being the assistant Arcade Manager means you have a lot of responsibilities; repairs, cleaning, and closing for the night. However, on this night, you have a small encounter with Billy Hargrove

Working at the Palace Arcade had its perks, especially working as the assistant manager. For the most part, you could stay behind the scenes working on paperwork and expenses, ordering in new prizes.

The downside was when your co-worker couldn’t make it in for their closing shift. For 2 hours tonight you had been in charge of anything, from malfunctioning machines to trading in prizes and anything in between, all the while trying to clean up so that you could get out of work shortly after the arcade closed for the night.

Ten minutes to 11:00 you began your warnings to the few remaining players lingering around, trying their hardest to beat previous scores and earn their places. For the most part, people heeded your warnings, finishing the games they departed, hearts filled with sorrows at another failed chance of beating their rivals.

5 minutes to 11:00 and the only people left in the arcade were your regulars, Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Will along with the newcomer, Max.

“You guys have until the bathrooms are cleaned, to finish your games, and go home for the night!” You called to them, hearing them give cheers knowing full well that it would take another 15 minutes.

As you worked on the bathrooms, you could hear excited shouts from the small group you had left in the main part of the arcade, one of them was going above and beyond and by the sounds of it about to beat another high score.

When you finally finished cleaning and returned to the front of the arcade, you were greeted by fanfare and you smiled at the kids standing proudly in front of you.

“Alright, I’ll bite. Who was it this time?” You asked, referring to the happy faces in front of you.

Max shyly cleared her throat.

Despite seeing how confident the girl was in front of her friends, and in front of others…and witnessing the fights she had with her brother both at school and when she was dropped off at the arcade, the girl seemed to shut herself up into a little bundle of nerves when speaking to you.

“Well, congrats for that Max.” You praised the young girl, “We’ll have to think about finding some sort of championship arcade event for you to compete in.”

The boys instantly started echoing your statement, and as you ushered them out the door, you could hear their voices fade away into the night, all of them on their way home.

As you finished your last-minute chores before you too locked up and went home for the night, you heard scuffling from outside.

The events from the past year and the disappearances of Will and Barb had put many on edge, and despite Will being back and the police announcing that there was no reason to worry any longer, you still carried some stuff in your bag just in case of emergencies.

So here you were, all by you’re lonesome, tiptoeing around to look beside the arcade, perfume in one hand and a broom in the other. Right as you went to turn the corner, you heard more scuffling and shifting.

You leapt around the corner, letting out a loud shout as you waved the broom handle and sprayed perfume.

As you opened your eyes, you saw Max, wide-eyed and standing a few feet away from where your broom handle had been whipped around.

“Max!?” You shouted, dropping the broom.

“Uh…hey Y/N.” Max greeted with a shy, nervous wave. Resting a hand over your racing heart you gave a loud sigh.

“God, you gave me a heart attack! What are you still doing here?” You exclaimed, your racing heart calming.

“Uh…no reason, just hanging around!” Max said. “What were you er…doing with the broom…and…?”

She pointed to the perfume bottle clasped tightly in your hand.

“Do you have to clean the parking lot too?” She jested.

“Very funny Maxine.” You teased, picking up the broom handle, “And no. I thought that instead of a kid ‘just hanging around’ That someone or something else might be lingering around. So the perfume was meant to be for whatever was here…thankfully it didn’t get into your eyes.”

“Eyes?” She questioned.

“Yeah? If you were actually in trouble you could spray it into your attackers’ eyes, and it would blind them for a moment, so then you can-”

“Beat them with a broom.” Max finished.

“Well. In this case yes…but your just a kid, so you shouldn’t have to worry about any of that stuff.” You said softly, “But…it still doesn’t explain what you’re still doing here at…11:20. Arcades closed, you all got extra time too.”

Max stood in front of you, her arms crossed and face turned away from you.

“Waiting.” She finally said, however, she said it so quickly you almost missed it.

“Waiting.” You echoed. “For who?”

“My brother,” Max said quickly again.

Seeing that she clearly didn’t want to talk about it, and also seeing that she was without a sweatshirt, and even with one you were shivering from the cold Hawkins air, you finally decided that any chance of you going home early tonight would have to wait.

“Alright, well you can wait for him inside instead of wandering around out here by your self.”

“What?” She said, face snapping to yours, “I thought the arcade was closed.”

“Well I forgot that I had some paperwork to finish and my boss would lose it if I didn’t, so you mise well wait inside with me.”

The two of you made your way back inside and you grabbed some paperwork you had originally left for your next shift from the back.

Max stood with her hands in her pockets, standing by the door, watching as every car, albeit few, passed by the arcade.

“So. Your brother this late all the time?” You spoke to Max.

“Never.” She said softly.

You picked your head up, looking to the younger girl.

“Well, that’s nice…at least not tonight…but it’s awfully nice of Billy to drive you around.” You said, thinking about her older brother. He was in your grade, but the two of you hadn’t really talked, not having any periods together in school.

Max stayed quiet.

“Well, you know I could give you a ride if you want? I don’t mind if you don’t want to keep waiting.”

“I have to wait,” Max said quietly. “Billy will get in trouble if he doesn’t bring me home.”

“Well…alright.” You replied, going back to the paperwork. “Got any quarters left?”

“Huh?”

“I’m just saying if you got any quarters left, you can play a couple rounds of whatever you like. I can keep an eye on the door.”

It took Max a minute, but a little while after your final statement, she wandered away and you heard the familiar noise of a quarter slipping into a machine, and the game come alive.

You kept an eye on the clock, not willing to be here past midnight, you decided that you would just take her home, either way, a little before midnight.

A little after 11:45 you heard the purr of Billy’s Camaro roar into the parking lot. You looked up, seeing Max had once again immersed herself in a game her back turned to you, and she clearly hadn’t heard her brother pull in.

You set your pen down and walked to the door, opening it and taking a step outside, seeing Billy running his hands through his hair as he stepped out, turning every which way clearly searching for his sister.

“Hey, Hargrove.” You called out, hoping to give him a jump, however, he turned around always playing it cool.

“Y/N Right?” He said. “I’m looking for…”

“Max. I know she’s in here finishing up a game…why don’t you come in?” You said, holding the door open. Billy stood by his car for a second, clearly thinking about what you said, and you half expected him to just walk in and drag his sister out, however, he threw out his cigarette and came up to you, stepping into the arcade.

“Don’t worry Hargrove, I won’t tell anyone that you’re hanging around in the arcade.” You teased as you followed behind him. You heard him give a small chuckle in front of you.

“It’s Y/N. Right?” He said, turning around.

“Wow. So Billy Hargrove does know my name.” You laughed, making your way back to the counter to grab the sheets of paper and tuck them in the manager’s office. However, seeing a scrap piece of paper on the desk you grabbed a pen scrawling something quickly and tucking it into your pocket.

Coming back you saw Billy leaning against the counter, his eyes on Max who somehow still hadn’t realized her brother was here.

“She’s a good kid you know.” You said, leaning next to Billy, “And a great gamer. You should find her some sort of championship or something to compete in.”

“Shes a little shit,” Billy said, but the usual angry and rough tone wasn’t with the statement, it sounded lost and distant, a whisper in the woods.

“Well. If you ever need any help with her or need me to give her a ride, I won’t mind. I know she was worried about it when I asked her about it…said you’d get in trouble, but really. If you need anything…I’m typically here” You gestured.

Just as you finished your minor speech, you heard the familiar chimes of ‘Game Over’ with a combined happy shout.

“Hey Y/N! I did it again, I just beat this record!” Max exclaimed, her happy face turning upside down when she caught sight of her brother.

“Billy.” She gulped.

“Alright, little shit. Get in the car.” Billy said. Max wasted no time, giving you a small thank you and departed the arcade.

“Thanks, for watching over her while I was late,” Billy said turning around to leave, and you had a silly grin on your face, hearing the Hargrove give you a genuine thank you.

“Anytime.” You replied. Your heart raced, but you hesitantly called out to Billy once more, his face turning.

You bounded up to him and slipped the paper into his pocket.

“My number, just in case you ever need someone to get Max.” You said.

Billy tucked the paper further into his pocket, in order for it to not slip away and he gave you a cheesy smile.

“Do I have to just use it for Max?” He asked, his voice dropping lower, growing huskier, and your heart was practically visible as it beat out of your chest.

“No, if you ever need me I’ll be there too.” You whispered. Billy’s smile grew larger, and he took your hand in his own, raising it up to his lips to press a kiss to it.

“Good to know, darling.” He chuckled, and like the wind, he slipped out the door, with a soft goodnight.

You stood frozen, shell shocked, heart, beating way too fast to be considered healthy as you heard and saw the Camaro pull away and drive off into the night.

Backing up, you slipped down sitting with your back against the counter, resting your gifted hand over your heart, willing for it to both calm down, yet never stop beating for the handsome Billy Hargrove. 

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That ending was very cute and adorable

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AUTHORS NOTE: @just4muggles I hope this lives up to what you wanted if not I’m sorry, I got a little carried away and kind of made this a Peter x Y/N story as well so sorry for that, enjoy!

SUMMARY: Y/N Stark loses hearing in her right ear, her whole family are there for her 100% as she struggles to adjust, but with the help of family and friends anything is possible.

PAIRINGS: Peter Parker x Y/N Stark, Y/N x Tony (father!daughter), Y/N x Avengers.

WARNINGS: Language, fluff, angst.

IMAGES ARE NOT MINE.

Resting my chin in my hand I tried to focus on whatever bullshit was being taught at the front of the class, when it became clear that I wasn’t going to be able to focus on anything being said I let my forehead fall onto the table in front of me. A slight ringing sound filled my right ear, thinking nothing of it I brought my hand up and pressed it against my ear to try and disperse the sound, as the sound began to increase I lifted my head from the table to look around, as I was scanning the room to check if anyone else was hearing it my eyes caught MJ looking at me with furrowed brows.

“Y/N/N are you ok?” She asked as she reached for my hand giving it a squeeze, I shook my head as the ringing began to get louder I pulled my hand from hers and covered my ears trying to stop the pain that was shooting through me, I hadn’t realised that I’d let out a scream until I lifted my head to see the whole class was now looking directly at me, as the teacher began to move towards me I shot up from my seat, leaving everything behind I bolted from the school.

••

As I saw the compound come into view I let out a brief sigh of relief, I sprinted past everyone who tried to talk to me and made my way straight to my bedroom, once inside I slammed the door behind me before going into the bathroom and locking myself in. I leant against the wall opposite the door and sank down onto the cold floor, tears flowed freely as I sat hiding my face between my bent knees.

“BUB OPEN THE DOOR!” Dad shouted pounding on the door in front of me, I saw the handle being jiggled repeatedly, I sucked in a breath not ready to face my family and tell them what was happening if I told them that made it real and I wasn’t ready to accept that just yet, the next voice to speak up was Steve.

“Y/N OPEN THE DOOR OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KICK IT DOWN!” He bellowed in his all too famous Captain America voice, I shook my head curling further into myself praying that if I ignored the problem it would go away.

“THERE IS NO NEED TO SWEAR STEVEN, A GOD IS ALREADY HERE!” Thor responded in his normal voice which was loud enough for me to hear despite the deafening ringing in my ears, I heard more heavy banging coming from the other side of the door.

“MOVE AWAY FROM THE DOOR I’M KICKING IT IN!” I opened my mouth to retort that I was fine but all that came out was another whimper of pain, seconds later the door was being broken from its hinges to reveal Steve filling the doorway worry covering his chiselled features. I saw the rest of the team standing behind him uncertainty on all of their faces, Dad pushed past Steve falling on his knees in front of me.

He put his hands on both sides of my face and wiped my tears away with his thumbs, “What happened Bub?” He looked deep into my blood shot eyes trying to assess what was wrong, I shook my head as more tears fell, he pulled me into his lap and rocked me back and forth as I cried into his chest.

Wanda came to crouch in front of me where I sat still wrapped in my Dads arms on the bathroom floor, she held her hand out silently asking for permission, I moved one of my hands away from my ears and placed it in her upturned one, she closed her other hand on top of mine, as her eyes shone red I saw her expression change from worry to sadness, she gave my hand a quick squeeze before looking at Dad behind me.

“She needs to go to the med bay.” She spoke in her sweet Sokovian accent.

“WHO DARES HURT LADY Y/N, I WILL CRUSH THEM!” Thor boomed from behind Wanda, she turned to face the team.

“Nobody hurt her, but she is hurting so we need to move.” She shooed the team away from the door as Dad helped me to my feet, he held my hand tightly in his as he led me out off the bathroom and towards the med bay, the rest of the team following quickly behind us.

••

I sat on the bed picking at the skin around my nails while Dr. Cho used an otoscope to check my ears, after she had done multiple scans of my brain and taken a couple vials of blood she sent me for a hearing test. After the test was completed she brought me back into the room and sat me on the bed, I sat with my legs crossed pulling at the loose seem on the hospital gown I was wearing, the door slowly opened and she returned with Dad in tow, he came to the side of my bed and sat down pulling my shaking hand into his larger hand, he ran his thumb over my knuckles trying to soothe the anxiousness I was feeling.

“I’m sorry to tell you this Y/N but you have a total loss of hearing in your right ear.” Despite the agonising ringing in my ear I heard every word she said clear as day, “We’re not sure what caused it, all your scans and bloods came back clear, do you have any questions?” I shook my head still in shock over what she had just told me, “I’m sorry Y/N/N.” She gave my arm a gentle squeeze as she left the room.

As the door closed a tear slipped from my eye, I quickly wiped it away as Dad looked over at me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him, as I gripped his shirt more tears silently fell from my face and onto his chest, I cried myself to sleep as Dad reassured me everything would be ok.

••

I lay on my bed staring up at the ceiling, the crackling and ringing in my ear slowly driving me insane, I took a deep breath trying to hold my shit together.

“FUCKK!” I threw myself off the bed and stormed over to my desk, I swiped my arms across it throwing everything upon it onto my bedroom floor, I stalked over to my full length mirror, as I looked into I hardly recognised the person staring back, in just two weeks I had lost a considerable amount of weight, my skin had paled and my once luscious hair was dry and dead, more tears filled my eyes the longer I looked at myself, I screamed as I repeatedly threw my fists into the mirror instantly shattering it, blood poured from my knuckles as the broken pieces of glass penetrated my skin.

As I continued my rampage a pair of arms wrapped around me pulling me away from the destruction and into the hall, I thrashed in the arms that held me close to the muscled chest attached to them, “Shhhh, it’s ok Doll, just breathe.” At the sound of Buck’s voice in my ear my body gave in, I slumped against his solid chest, he turned me around in his arms and picked me up bridal style before making his way to the common room.

••

Once my breathing was back to normal and I had finally stopped crying I pulled my head away from where It rested in the crook of Bucky’s neck to look at him, “How did you get into my room, the door was locked and I hacked F.R.I.D.A.Y to not let anyone in?” I questioned him with curious eyes, I felt his chest rumble below me as he laughed.

“I kicked it in.” He responded with a smirk as he squeezed me closer to his side.

“What is with you Super Soldiers and kicking in my doors?” I quipped back with a small smile dancing on my lips.

“Well we wouldn’t need to keep kicking them in if you didn’t keep locking us out.” He poked my cheek and laughed, I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him, “I mean fair enough lock those other losers out, but I draw the line at locking me out Doll, I’m too cool for that shit.” I buried my head back into the side of his neck to muffle the laugh I let out, I could feel him staring at me.

“Stop staring at me you creeper.” I pushed the side of his face with my bloodied hand to make him look away.

Before he had the chance to reply the elevator doors opened and the rest of the team entered, “We’re home Tin Man.” Dad called out not yet seeing me curled into the side of Bucky, as they walked further into the room Dad froze, “Do my eyes deceive me or is that my daughter?” He questioned rubbing his eyes.

“Shut up Old Man.” I rolled my eyes and sat up straight to see the rest of the team staring at me with huge smiles on their face, “Oh my God, I’m going back to my room if you don’t stop looking at me like that.” I pushed myself up from Bucky’s lap and began to walk to the elevator, as I passed Dad he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a hug, I was soon squashed in the centre of a bone crushing group hug.

“Guys I can’t breathe!” I tapped Dads back and he kissed my cheek before stepping back, the rest of the team following suit, a pair of soft hands gently pull mine up, I turned to see Nat turning my hands over in her own examining my bloodied knuckles, she looked back to me and with raised eyebrows.

“I may or may not have punched the mirror.” I admitted trying to avoid all the eyes on me, “I also may or may not have trashed my room.” I pulled my hands from her grasp and turned to leave only to come into contact with a solid wall of muscle, “Seriously Steve? Can you move out of the way please?” I looked up to him with my best puppy dog eyes and stuck out my bottom lip trying to make him cave.

“Nope.” He popped the ‘P’ and turned me back around to face the rest of the team, I turned my head to look back at Steve.

“Traitor.” I whispered to him making him smirk before I turned back around.

“So do you want to tell us what happened while we were gone?” Nat asked her arms crossed in front of her.

“Hmmm… Not really.” I shrugged.

“This is serious Y/N.” Dad scowled at me, I threw my head back and let out a sigh.

“She had a little meltdown, nothing I couldn’t handle, we’re fine now, right Doll?” I looked back at Bucky who was standing next to Steve.

“Right, so if you don’t mind I’m going back to my room.” As I went to move around Dad he grabbed my arm again, I threw my head back and let out an annoyed groan.

“Stay in one of the spare rooms tonight, just until you’re room gets sorted out.” I nodded giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading for the elevator, “And don’t hack F.R.I.D.A.Y to lock us out again!” He called as the doors opened and I stepped in.

“No promises.” I smirked as the doors closed, once I was alone I leant my head against the wall of the elevator trying to regain my composure.

••

I found myself yet again staring at the ceiling the only difference this time was that it wasn’t my own room, as I crept further into my pit of despair there was a knock at the door, I pushed myself up on my elbows as the door opened slowly.

“Hey Kiddo.”

“Hey Clint.” I replied pulling myself up against the headboard into a sitting position.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he sat next to me on the bed and nudged my shoulder with his.

“I’m fine, I asked Helen to clean up my knuckles, she put them in the cradle, they’re good as new.” I held my hands up for him to see as I clenched and unclenched them.

“That’s not what I meant Y/N/N.” He turned his head to the side to look at me.

“I know.” I fiddled with my hands in my lap until Clint put his hands over mine making me look up at him.

“So how are you really?”

“I mean if I’m being honest I’m probably not handling it that well.” I admitted, “It’s just not what I was expecting, I mean the ringing is all the time, like what the fuck is that shit? I thought going deaf meant quiet not loud ass ringing all the fucking time.” I threw my hands up in a huff, Clint let out a chuckle and gave my leg a pat.

“Listen to me Y/N, things are always going to be shit before they get better, but you’ve got to get through the bad times to get to the good.” He held my small hand in his larger rougher one, “But so many new experiences will come from this and you’ll be a better person for it in the end, believe me I know. However you need to start taking care of yourself Y/N/N, you can’t hide out in your room forever and you need to start eating properly, we miss you Kid.”

“I miss you guys too.” I leant my head against his shoulder as he pulled me into his side.

“You know a certain superhuman spider has been over every day for the past two weeks asking about you.” He smirked down at me.

“Oh my God Clint, shut up!” I pushed his arm away from me while he laughed at my embarrassment.

“Hey, I just call it how I see it.” He held his hands up in defence, “But as your favourite Uncle I demand to know when you two are finally going to admit you’re in love with each other.”

“Who said you were my favourite Uncle?” He let out a loud gasp and held his hand to his heart, I sprung off the bed and ran out of the room, Clint was quick to follow, taking the stairs two at a time I burst into the common room startling the members of the team who occupied it, throwing myself onto the sofa I pulled Steve’s arm over me to protect myself from Clint.

“What did you do this time?” Steve asked as I pulled his arm around me tighter.

“Why do you automatically assume that I’m the one that’s to blame?” I scoffed at him as Clint came bounding through the doors and pointed his finger at me as he walked towards where I sat on the sofa between Nat and Steve.

“Nat you’re not going to believe what just happened!” He ranted as he flung his arms all over the place to emphasise how big a deal it was, “This little hooligan right here, my ONLY Niece just said that I wasn’t her favourite Uncle, I mean can you believe that shit, I mean me not her favourite Uncle?!” He exclaimed as Nat tried her best not to laugh at him, he turned to look at me and once again pointed, “And to think I was going to teach you ASL so we could talk about these suckers right in front of their faces.”

“I never said you weren’t my favourite Uncle.” He scoffed at me as he crossed his arms in front of him, “I love you all equally, but if you want to teach me ASL I am so down for that shit!”

“Language.” Steve spoke up as he carried on watching the TV in front of him.

“But only if you teach me how to swear so that Captain I Never Swear over hear isn’t saying language at me every five minutes.” I felt Steve squeeze me into his side as he smirked still focused on the TV.

“Deal.” Clint shook my hand before pulling me up to start teaching me ASL.

••

It had been a little over two months since losing the hearing in my right ear, since then Dad had made a hearing aid similar to the ones that Clint wore, I had put back on all of the weight I lost and was finally starting to feel like myself again.

As we sat around the table waiting for dinner to arrive Clint and I signed back and forth.

‘So, have you told Peter how you feel yet?’

‘No, Clint because there’s nothing to tell.’ I replied with a roll of my eyes.

‘Bullshit.’ He smirked from across the table.

‘You should tell him how you feel Y/N.’ Nat joined in from next to Clint.

‘I always forget that you can tell what we’re talking about!’ I let my hands fall to the table with a huff as Nat and Clint laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Bucky asked from next to me.

“Nothing.” I replied with a smile.

‘You want to do something to pass the time?’ Clint asked with a mischievous look in his eyes, I instantly sat up straight.

‘Hell yes!’ I grinned at him.

‘You know I’m always up for a bit of fun.’ Nat smirked from across the table.

‘Ok, so nobody else knows what we’re saying, so lets see how long it takes before they have enough and tell us to stop.’ Nat and I both nod at the plan.

‘I’ll go first.’ Clint and Nat both nodded, I turned to look at Bucky who was talking to Steve who sat across the table, when he felt me looking at him he turned to face me with one brow raised, I pulled my eyebrows together and made a face of confusion at him before turning back to face Nat and Clint and signing to them. ‘Do you think If I stare at him and then sign to you he’ll think we’re talking about him?’ They both looked at a confused Bucky before nodding their heads in unison.

“What are you saying?” He questioned from next to me both his brows pulled tightly together.

“Nothing.” I giggled at him as Nat and Clint laughed from across the table.

Nat scanned her eyes over Steve who sat next to her, she made a noise which pulled his attention, he sat up straighter in his seat while she observed him before turning back towards Clint and I as I took a sip of water she signed. ‘Steve wears tops so tight that sometimes I think his nipples are going to cut through them.’

I spat the water that was in my mouth all over myself as we all burst out laughing gaining the attention of everyone at the table.

“Alright new rule, no signing at the table.” Steve demanded as he looked at Clint, Nat and I who were still recovering.

‘Well that didn’t take long.’

“What did I just say Y/N?” Steve gave me a pointed look as I held my hands up in surrender.

“Food’s here!” Peter called as he and Dad stepped out of the elevator with about ten boxes of pizza in hand, as they set them in the middle of the table and everyone spread them out Peter took his seat next to me, “Why are you covered in water?” He questioned with a raised brow.

“I’ll tell you later.” I laughed as Steve and Bucky both gave me shit eye.

••

After everyone had finished stuffing themselves on way too much pizza we all shuffled into the common room to spread out and relax.

“I’m getting another drink does anybody want anything while I’m up?” A chorus of ‘no thank you’ and ‘nope’ came from the mass of superhero’s lounging on the sofas and floor all of them focusing on the TV in front of them.

After getting a bottle of water I made my way to the balcony to cool off, as I leant against the railing letting the breeze flow through my hair I heard the door slide open and footsteps approach from behind me, I turned to face Peter as he stared out into the night.

“I saw you come out here, wanted to check that you were ok.” He said not looking over at me.

“I’m good, there’s just a lot going on, being outside calms me.” I felt him looking at me so I turned to face him, he smiled that perfect smile of his that I’ve been in love with for years.

“Anything I can help with?” He questions moving closer to me, I took a deep breath before signing to him.

‘I love you.’ It felt like a huge weight had been lifted even though Peter had no idea that I’d just confessed my love for him, his face grew into an even bigger smile before he pulled me in to his arms and kissed me softly. Holy shit balls, Peter was kissing me, he was actually kissing me! When he pulled back he moved his hands in front of him and began to sign.

‘I love you too.’

When someone knocks on the door

@markiplier

It’s been an emotional week. I wanted to share this encounter I had with a very hateful man on the Pittsburgh bus because it reminds me that there are brave people in this world. Let’s all do everything we can to stand up for each other.

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I’m crying, it was soooooo good

Soulmates || Six

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word Count: 8.3k+ (what is wrong with me)

Summary: “She preferred not having a soulmate over one that ignored her and caused her pain her whole life.”

Author’s Note: I have spent so much time on this one chapter and I am so proud of the result. That being said, I’m so terribly sorry.

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Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts (Tom Hiddleston Edition).

Summary: Tom and you go to the Late Late Show with James Corden and some secrets come out. 

Word count: 2.4k+.

Pairing(s): Tom Hiddleston x Reader.

Warning(s): cursing.

Author’s Note: this was requested by @hiddlestonstansworld! I hope you enjoy it love! 

You and Tom were on your seventh month anniversary when you went to The Late Late Show with James Corden. Backstage, you two were on the same room watching the show from a TV while sitting on a couch.

“What do you think of this one?” You show him a picture: you in pajamas, him in a suit. It was before the GQ Awards. He was grabbing you by the waist, both of you smiling at each other. “Is it suggestive enough?”

He frowned. “We have more suggestive pictures,” he replied, a smirk on his face.

“I’m not about to post a picture of us kissing.”

Tom sighed. “Love, we don’t have to come forward if  you don’t want to.”

“But you want to,” you said. “And I want to, too, just… it makes me nervous. The reactions and…,” you sighed.

“I know.”

He grabbed one of your hands and kissed the back. You put that same hand on his cheek, caressing his skin with your thumb.

You heard a knock on the door. “Come on in,” you allowed.

A crew member opened the door, not even having time to notice your situation. She just said, “Time for you, guys.”

Tom got up first and you stretched your arms, him helping you out of the couch and walking behind you with a hand on your back like he always did.

You two stood behind a curtain as James began the introduction. “You guys ready to eat some nasty shit?” She asked you.

“Hm… Yes?” You mumbled, making Tom chuckle.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tom Hiddleston, everybody!”

The curtains opened and the audience greeted you with cheers and applause. You waved at them, smiling. Tom shook James’ hand and you gave him two kisses, one in each cheek, gotten used to greeting like that after being in England for a while.

“C’mon, c’mon. (Y/N), you go there.”

It was a round table filled with inedible food that stunk. You caught a couple of names: cow’s tongue and sardine smoothie.

“Oh my Gosh, this smells disgusting,” you stated.

At the table, you were on the right side and Tom sat across from you, James in the seat that faced the audience.

“So, how you guys doing?” James asked you two.

“I was fine until I smelled all this stuff,” you answered.

“Oh, and wait till you eat it. It’s repulsive,” James joked, the audience laughing. “These are the rules: Tom will ask me a question, I’ll ask (Y/N) and she’ll ask Tom. For each question, you have to pick a food if the person decides not to answer the very personal question,” he explained. “So, this is our menu for the day…” The camera did a close-up. “A cow’s tongue, sardine smoothie…”

“Christ…” Tom mumbled.

“Clam juice, a thousand-year-old egg, calf’s brain…”

“Fuck, that stinks.”

“Bird saliva; cod sperm, which I’m still not sure how they get; and our old, classic buddy: bull’s penis.”

“This is the last time I come to your show, James,” you stated.

James and the crowd laughed. “So… who wants to go first?”

You kept quiet, chuckling to yourself. Tom sighed. “I’ll make the sacrifice.”

“Okay, very good!” James clapped. “I applaud your bravery, sir. (Y/N), pick a food for Mr. Hiddleston here.”

You were going to spin the table, but instead, you asked, “Can I read the question first?”

“Sure, sure.”

When you read the question, you chuckled and blushed at the same time. “Since I’m not sure if you’re going to answer or not, I’ll give you… the thousand-year-old egg..” You spun the table until the thousand-year-old eggs were in front of him. They had green and blue colours.

Tom chuckled. He took one of the small, invisible cups out of the three and smelled. He squinted strongly and shivered. “That’s repulsive,” Tom commented.

“Tom, you’re a renowned, talented actor who has done over twenty movies, nineteen TV shows, and ten plays…” The audience began applauding. “Yes!” You clapped as well. When it died down, you continued the question. “Have you ever… done any of those characters in bed? And if so, which one?”

Tom’s jaw dropped. James was laughing hysterically and you were jumping up and down on your chair, excited about the outcome.

You knew the answer to this question.

“You’re joking!” Tom exclaimed.

“That’s what the card says!” You said, leaving the card on a side.

Tom sighed, passing his index fingers through his brows, looking at the egg in front of him, deciding whether or not to answer the question. “What’s it gonna be, Tom?”

He smelled the egg again. “I can’t eat this.”

“Then answer,” you suggested, a smirk on your face.

Tom lied back on his chair, rubbing his jaw. Then, he dropped the bomb, “Loki. I’ve done Loki.”

The audience rioted. You started dancing on your chair, smiling. James couldn’t hold back his laughter. “I can’t believe it!” James exclaimed.

“I can!” You replied. “You shall kneel before your new king, Loki, of Asgard,” you imitated Tom as Loki, the audience laughing and James clapping.

“Next!” Tom said, attempting to divert the attention from his recent confession. “James, your turn.” Tom read the question first and bit his lower lip to keep the laugh in, but he snorted. He spun the table, James landing on the: “Bird saliva.”

“You’re an evil man, Hiddleston.”

Tom cleared his throat, a mischievous smile on his face. “James; you’re the producer of Drop the Mic and are often invited to rap battle other artists, but you almost never win even when some of your rhymes are better than the ones from your opponent. So, is it true that the show is rigged?”

James looked at this crew as the audience laughed. “Who wrote these?!” He exclaimed. “No!” James defended himself for around forty-five seconds before drinking from the bird’s saliva… and puking it in a bucket. “That’s fucking disgusting.” The audience laughed. “Okay, (Y/N), since you made Tom confess he roleplays in bed, I will give you…” Tom chuckled. “The clam juice.”

You winced. “I can smell it from here…” The confession made the audience laugh. You sighed. “Hit me.”

James read the question to himself and chuckled. “(Y/N)…”

“Yes?”

“Your character in Avengers: Infinity War, Karma, died during Thanos’ snap; but a photograph from set got leaked last week, where we see your character in a new suit…” James took out the photograph, showing it to the audience.

“No!” You shouted, burying your face in your hands.

Tom couldn’t stop laughing. “So, my question is… what is the truth?”

You took a deep breath, one of your hands in a glass of clam juice. “You want to know the truth?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, the truth is…”

And you chugged down half a glass of clam juice pinching your nose. The audience was clapping and you heard shouting, James was laughing like crazy and Tom was supporting you, exclaiming:

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

You left the glass back on the table and drank water. You looked at James straight in the eye. “…I ain’t no snitch, Corden.”

James and you laughed hysterically as Tom clapped. When the audience settled down, you asked Tom how much he’d made during his time at the MCU… He ate the bull’s penis and proceeded to spit it in a bucket.

Tom asked James when was the last time he’d had sex… and James answered, confessing he did the Devil’s Tango the night before.

James asked you what castmate you liked the least from Avengers: Infinity War, and you wouldn’t have hesitated to eat up… if a calf’s brain wasn’t staring at you.

“I know who this one is,” Tom informed.

“You do?” James inquired.

“Truth be told, I liked him while shooting, just afterwards…” You grunted, putting aside the calf’s brain. “Dave Bautista,” you admitted.

Tom’s eyes widened. “I can’t believe you said it,” he said, his voice almost drowned by the audience’s noise and James’ loud reaction.

“I was not going to eat that!” You took a deep breath.

“Gosh, this tea is scalding,” James said. “(Y/N), time to ask Tom a question.”

When you grabbed the card and read the question, your eyes went wide and your heartbeat sped up. You could feel your hands starting to sweat.

You spun the table. “A cow’s tongue,” you said, “for the answer to the following question…“ You tried your best for your voice not to come out shaky since your legs were going up and down under the table. “Tom, how many of the relationships you’ve had haven’t gone public? Name those people.”

You remained silent.

If it had to be there, then it had to be. You weren’t going to force Tom to eat a cow’s tongue if he could tell the truth…

“Wait, no. No naming. That’s an invasion of privacy of people who aren’t comfortable with that information being out in the open,” Tom demanded.

“I think that’s cool,” you supported him.

“Very well… Tom, speak now or eat the cow’s tongue.”

“Well… I believe the only serious relationship I’ve had that hasn’t gone public is the one with my current partner.” You heard gasps from the crowd and one from James. “She’s not certain about, you know, telling everyone, so I gave her the option to come forward when she wanted to, and how she wanted to.”

You grinned, your heart fuzzy from the statement. “Whoa, mate… And do you love her?” James inquired.

“Like a moth loves the light, James.”

Tom had confessed his love for a woman on live television. He’d never done anything like that…

Was he that sure about you two?

And as Tom asked James a question about which kid he preferred and made him drink a sardine smoothie, you admired Tom:

He was wearing a blue suit without a tie, his hair was perfectly done and brushed and he didn’t have his glasses, his eyes available for everyone to see clearly.

He was well-mannered, but also laid-back. He was professional but funny at the same time. He was that person that could make your IQ go up thirty points and could dance to any genre of music (even salsa). Everyone liked him… and how could they not? He had that smile. The kind of smile that kept you warm during the winter.

The kind of smile that outshined the sun.

“Okay, (Y/N), last question.” You snapped out of your train of thought when James mentioned your name. This time, he read the question first. He laughed to himself.

“Stop,” you requested.

“Okay, okay. Since I want to make sure you’ll answer this, we’ll go with the…” He spun the table, stopping it in front of three small cups of what seemed to be tiny, white pudding-textured sausages. “…Cod’s sperm.”

“How dare you?” You told James. “How…”

“You’re gonna have to answer the question.” James cleared his throat. “(Y/N), you admitted to a fan in Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen that you had a partner…”

The crowd went, “Uhhh.”

“Is that relationship still going? And if so, who are they?” James finished the question.

Tom pursed his lips. You brought the cod sperm to your nose, and you gagged when you smelled it.

“Nope, no, definitely not gonna happen.” You put the sperm back on its tray. “I wouldn’t feed this to my siblings, and I’ve fed them some shit.”

The audience laughed. “So what are you gonna do?” Tom inquired.

You could see it in his eyes: he wanted you to answer, but he’d never say it. He’d never pressure you to do it if you weren’t ready.

But you were.

“I do have a partner,” you confessed. James’ jaw dropped. “He is… kind and intelligent and talented and…” You stared right into Tom’s eyes, “…he’s sitting across from me.”

The audience gasped and cackled to James’ reaction. “WHAT?!” James looked at you both back and forth. “You… and you…”

“Yep,” Tom confirmed.

James’ eyes widened and his mouth opened. “James!” You snapped your fingers in front of him, bringing him back to reality.

“This was Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts with Marvel Sweethearts, Tom Hiddleston and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! We’ll be right back!”

Marvel Sweethearts became a term in the Marvel fandom that same night. It was two-and-thirty in the morning, and Tom was waiting for you outside as you picked up your things from the room.

You’d taken off your heels and replaced them with slippers.

“You ready?” He asked you when you walked out.

“Yes, sir.”

“Let me.” He took your bag and put it over his shoulder.

People in the hallway were already clearing out to go home since the show had ended.

“Thanks.”

“No, thank you,” he replied and you frowned, encountering his blue, harmonious eyes gazing back at yours. “I know it wasn’t easy to make our relationship public, so…”

“No, actually it was.”

Tom’s the one who frowned this time. “What?”

“Yeah…” You held his hand. “I realised that I wanted to share with the world that the person I go home to every night is the brightest star in the sky… and in Hollywood, just that people haven’t realised it yet.”

He chuckled and kissed the back of your hand, pecking you on the lips afterwards. “Let’s go home, love.”

You nodded, offering him a half smile. “Yeah, let’s.”

And you walked through the hallway to make your way out of the building while holding hands.

It Appears Barnes Has A Sister

Pairing: Peter Parker x Bucky’s sister!Reader

Genre: Fluff, little bit of angst

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is Bucky’s sister and her and Peter fall in love during civil war and try to hide it from Bucky?

Warnings: Language (sorry Cap), violence, using google translate for Romanian

A/N: Omg I’m soooooo sorry this is so late, I’ve been super busy lately. But, I hope you enjoy this.

A/N 2: Omg Tumblr crashed when I was writing this so I had to redo like half of it. Fml.

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