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Love - Spider Man Homecoming ~ Chp. 1

- I'm uploading this because it's one of my smallest stories so far chapter wise.

- Full title: Love and War; based on song by Fleurie

- No warnings; just bland really since it's just starting

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- gif not mine ⬇️

1st Pov. Rose

My mother used to say, “Realize that if a door closed, its because what was behind it wasn’t meant for you.” She told me this first 12 years ago, with each new beginning, with each new ending. The last time, it was the day she chose to leave my father.

I thought she abandoned me, now… I think it was for the best. My father did things, terrible things, but I forgave him long ago. I wouldn’t be who I am today without his exp…. His curiosity. I love my father, no matter the crime. It never mattered.

I sat up slowly, my eyes squeezing shut from sunlight invading my window shades. My feet fall to the floor, the waxed floors making my ankle white socks slide againsts it. I push to a stand, stepping down my father’s white loft hallway. I turn to my left, switching on the large mirror light, the white tile walls making the room brighter.

I grab my blue hair comb, my tight brown curls untangling with each stroke.

“You’ll have to be taking the metro railway for school. My new job gives me a driver only for work.” My father says, his hair swept up and back, his blue eyes sticking out against his grey silk button up. His hands tightening his royal blue tie, his eyes scanning my appearance.

“Okay.” I reply lightly, my dark brown eyes sweeping back towards the mirror. I spread some toothpaste on my toothbrush and begin to brush. My father’s height seemed to tower over my own 5’4”. He steps away towards the large kitchen area, the smell of coffee brewing quickly fills the air.

I spit out and wash my mouth out, closing the door after and stepping to the glass shower a few feet away. I twist the handle up, stream filling the air as the water heats up steadily. I sigh, stepping in as the water relaxed my muscles.

I rub lotion on my caramel skinned arms, my hands evenly spreading it across it. I stop, wiping my hands on a towel and grabbing my shoes. Zipping up the small zipper on my black leather heeled boots. I stood, patting down my knee high dark jean skirt, my white blouse tucked in but hanging out slightly. I grab my brown silk jacket and fold it over my left arm; lifting my grey backpack, I turn to enter the hall, moving towards the kitchen.

“Rose, I wrote a metro train schedule down. Here’s the address of the school.” My father says, handing me a pamphlet and a post-it. I glance over the paper and slide it into my jacket pocket. I look up at my father, his eyes scanning my face as he slid his hand forward across the marbled countered island. I look to see a blueberry muffin and a cell phone together on a plate.

“I got you one for your internship with Mr. Stark. I expect you to not screw this up. His influence can profit us both.” My father says, moving towards the front door next to our modern style living room.

“Curfew is at ten.” He continues, slipping on a dark navy suit coat and bending slightly to grab his dark brown satchel from the hanger next to the door.

“Oh, and..” He pauses, my eyes connecting to his.

“Join a club, something.” He finishes, pulling the door open and slamming it shut. I grab the muffin, sliding the phone into my right pocket and stepping to the door. I glance back into the apartment as I began to close the door to leave.

“I’m on it, TS.” I say quietly, making sure my earpiece picked up on the answer.

“Welcome to Midtown School of Science and Technology. I’m the head mistress, principle, Melissa Hampton. Here’s your schedule, with the specific floor plan and classrooms. I have the A,B.C. and D, parts of your schedule highlighted. Also I wrote a list of extracurriculars and sports.” A middle aged woman says, her hair a graying blonde, her body slumped but straight.

“Thanks.” I reply, passing the principal with the pamphlets and notes she gave me. I step down the blue and white halls, a TV monitor into the corner of the walls showcase announcements and other things from a media class. I bypass students of many looks, popularity, religiousness, geekiness, nerd-ness, etc.

I paused only about 94 locker spaces from 1000, my fingers quickly twisting in the three digit(s) code. I slid in some notebooks and pencils, my hand pulled out a chemistry two book. I close the door, and turn to walk.

“Hiya, swee-”

“Not interested.” I reply quickly to a dark tan boy wearing a straight edged collared shirt. A heard a chuckle beside me, my eyes connecting with bright walnut coloured ones. The boy’s smile faded slightly as I glanced over his slightly whiffed brown hair, light skin, and his lean body structure. I blush lightly as turn away heading towards my class on the third floor.

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Love and War ~ Avengers: Infinity War ~ Chapter 2

- Full title: Love and War, based on a song by Fleurie

- Mostly edited, and hopefully better than original series.

Warnings: fluff, fighting/violence

WC: 886, I think

- I do not own any gifs or pictures*

3rd Pov.

*A week later*

Rosabelle sighs, her hands zipping her small duffel bag shut as she glances to the letter on her white wooden desk. She grabs it softly, looking up to her Father who stood in her doorway..

“Are you ready?” He asks, moving to hold her duffel bag in his hand. His brown eyes scanning her matching ones as she nods.

“I have to talk to Peter. I’m making a stop in Scotland, before I meet you.” She adds, passing him in the hallway.

“I’ll drive. What is in Scotland?” Daniel, her Father, asks;making Rose tense only for a second.

“Something for Mr. Stark, for the internship, since we're going to Europe.” She lies, sliding her letter into her small bag.

“I’ll also be there in a day or so, I’ve got to finish some work here.” He continues after nodding to her statements, surprising her slightly as he follows her to the door.

“You can’t be protective of me if you see him.” Rose continues as he locks the door behind them.

“I’m your Father, it’s apart of the job description.” He pushes as they walk down the stairs of their apartment building.

“You’ve sucked at important parts, Dad.” She responds back with a playful glare.

“Okay, I can get behind that. But that doesn’t mean I won’t think about doing it.” He adds lastly as they step out into the nightlife of Queens towards his SUV.

Rose steps out from the SUV, quickly hoping to catch Peter getting ready for sleep. She pauses before his Aunt’s apartment door, quietly knocking as Peter answers it with a toothbrush in his mouth. Suddenly choking, he ran to the sink and washed his mouth quickly. Peter rushes back with a shirt on and an embarrassed smile.

“Hey, Pete.” She says with a smirk as he chuckles and pulls her in for a soft kiss. He smiles as he pulls back looking down to connect their hands.

“What’s going on?” He questions and she looks back up at him.

“I have to go.”

“Oh, where?” “Scotland, then Bucharest.”

“Really, why?”

“I got to help someone, then I’m going to meet with my Father to go meet someone.” He pauses his questions as she gives him a slight smile.

“Right now?”

“Yeah, my Father’s going later. I’ll text you once I land, and let you know how everything is going.” She promises and he sighs with a smile and kisses her again.

“Don’t have to much fun while I’m gone.” Rose jokes lastly as he hugs her and pulls away.

“I will try not to.” She gives him another last kiss and pulls away, disappearing from his hallway as she headed off to Scotland.

*PAST: DURING AIRPORT FIGHT SCENE IN CIVIL WAR*

Rosabelle speeds to a stop in a parking garage, kicking the stand out of the stolen motorcycle she got from some man in Berlin. She pulls off the white helmet from her head, her face becoming revealed to a small group of people in front of her.

She steps forward in her white jumpsuit, cautiously watching as she stopped ahead of two men another behind a small blue car.

“Rosabelle.” Steve, Captain America, says holding his hand out. She shakes his with a light grip, glancing to the two others.

“This is Sam Wilson, that’s Bucky.” He gestures to the man next to him and lastly to the other man on the other side of a yellow VW beetle.

“Not to be mean in anyway, but she’s just a kid, Steve.” Sam says, and she glances to him with a sigh.

“I’m here because my Father wants me to make connections, mostly. He said he owed a favor.” Rose responds and the man looked her up and down.

“What do you do?” A woman behind her asks, Rose stepping out to the side as she turns to the woman and another man.

“I’m a mutant.” Rose replies casually, as the others besides Steve looked at her in curiosity.

“A mutant?” Bucky says, hoping for an elaboration.

“Yeah, the cells in my body were mutated prematurely, also know as I was born with mutated cells that gave me powers. I basically have telekinesis, but I think it is more of it as a force from within me than moving things with my mind.” She pauses, as Steve gives her a nod to continue.

“I can use my hands as a focus of it, or just use my body. I use it to make things fly, smash, crash, hover, etc. I can fly because of the force of it, but I usually just drive, illegally.” She adds at the end, with fake smirk.

The fourth man chuckles with his arms crossed, holding one hand out for a handshake.

“Clint Barton.” He says, and Rose gives him a slight grin.

“Wanda.” The woman next to says, and speaks.

“I was made a mutant, as that is the term for you.” She says to her, and Rose looks at her.

“Well, I’d say let’s cut this short, we need to be ready.” Steve says, and looks to Clint.

“So, how about our other recruit?” Steve says, and Clint turns towards the white van behind him.

“He’s all ready to go. Had to put a little coffee into him.” The van door opens loudly, and the man inside it jerks awake

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waves--6821 · 5 years

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The Fallen ~ pt. 1

{Hey, so this is my Stranger Things fanfic that I have started once again. I will be posting by part, instead of waiting. I will also post it on Wattpad, on my account im_just_fangirling . I hope you guys enjoy it!}

Warnings: nothing really, just maybe too much detail that makes it drag.. whatever

*Not my gif*

Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers

part 1

3rd POV.

Leona stared at herself, her dark wooden desk covered in papers and pens. Her green eyes bright against her light ivory skin, her eyes scanning the large mirror attached to the top of it.

She pulled out a drawer, grabbing a comb and some oils. Leona sits down in a dark wooden chair, with brown fabric cushioning. She slowly combs out tangles from her thick red hair, each strand claiming around her face and shoulders. She glances at her clock, 6:45, and rubs the oils through her hair.

She sets the things back into the dark drawer, closing it and stepping to her closet. Sliding the white panelled door to the left, her hands grab a shirt, jacket, pants, socks, and shoes. She closes it after, and turns to the bed.

Leona pulls on the pair of dark blue jeans, buttoning them and grabbing the short t-shirt. Red, blue, and yellow thin horizontal lines decorated it; she lifts it over, pulling it down and moves to sit on her bed.

Leona slides on the white socks and slips on her dark brown ankle boots. She grabs her light brown jacket and slips it on; moving towards her grey bag on her bed. She slides in a notebook and a walkie-talkie inside it, zipping it up quickly and stepping to her white door.

She turns left, moving through the hallway and turning left again down the stairs. She passes the front door and moves into the heavily wooden interiored kitchen. Seeing her step-brother standing with a bowl of cereal, she glances at him and steps closer to grab a muffin from a basket on the large island.

“Do you want a ride?” He asks, his mouth full of food.

“Nope.” She says as she goes back to the front door and leaves through it quickly.

“Hey, Leo.” Someone says behind Leona as she rode her bike towards school. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas riding by her as she rode with them towards their school.

“Have you seen Will today?” Mike asks, and Leona shakes her head as she climbs off her bike and follows them with it as they reached the middle school lot.

“Step right up and get your tickets for the freak show.” Two other kids say, as Leona steps up behind them, her taller height intimidating to many.

“Who do you think would make more money in a freak show?” The dark haired one asks, as Leona watches them silently.

“Midnight, Frogface, or Toothless?” The dark haired kid hitting Lucas, Mike, and Dustin at each nickname. Leona glances down as she see both of the bullies’ feet close together. She smirks above them and backs a little away. Kicking her bike stand down and stepping back up to them.

“Freak!” The dark haired bully yells, and she gets close and lifts her left foot high above both of the bullies’ feet. She slams her body weight into the stomp, making both of the boys yell out and jump away. Lucas, Mike and Dustin staring in shock as Leona shoves them to the ground and steps up to the trio.

“If I see Jonathan, I’ll ask.” She tells them as she turns back, making a quick jumps forward close to the bullies, making them jump away in fear. She smiles with triumph, as she quickly kicks her bike stand up and petals to the high school before a teachers came.

1st Pov.

I pass through the tan halls, my bag feeling heavy as I step towards my locker on the right. I spin in my code, opening it and sliding my art stuff into it. My eyes glancing around for Jonathan, his usual mop of light brown hair missing from the busy hallway. I push towards the office, passing Steve Harrington, a charmer, and his new fling with Nancy Wheeler. I sigh, as I grab the phone the school has for teachers only in the teachers lounge, adjacent to the office. I dialed my uncle’s personal sheriff phone.

“Come on, Hop.” I say quietly, as the line rung.

“Hello?”

“Hop, its Leo.”

“Why are you calling’ me? Aren’t you at school?”

“Hop, is Will Byers missing?” I ask.

“Why? What do-”

“Hello?” A female voice says.

“It’s Joyce, Will’s mother.”

“Hi, Ms. Byers. It’s Leona.” I say.

“Leona? Have you seen Will?’

“No, that’s why I’m asking. I saw the boys this morning and I said I’d ask Jonathan. Is he there?”

“No, he’s at home. Please let me know if you find anything.”

“Of course.” I say and hang up as a teacher almost catches me and I ran towards the library.

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Random Imagine #1

Billy Hargrove x OC

Prompts: OC thinks her problems are not important after a fight. Billy tells her it is, and tells his opinion in the same thing.

Warnings: None, just fluff

*I don't own any pictures or gifs*

1st Pov. Leona

I watch from afar, seeing Billy step out from the gate of the public pool. Every teen girl and elder woman watching hsi movements as he steps towards his tall seat post.

Even the female lifeguard checking him put as well, as Billy passed shirtless in his red life guard shorts.

I sigh, rolling my eyes at my foolishness, as I petal on my black bike slowly once more from the street. Billy passes a corner of the pool, the sunlight showcasing his smooth tan. He pauses before the seat, glancing around with a smirk as the wind blew softly, making his hair sway behind him.

He glances farther behind him, seeing me pass by with a frown, as I ignore his look and disappear down the street.

I sit at Pete's silently, reading to To Kill A Mockingbird. A few other customers conversing to others around the large red, blue, and white diner interior. The door opens, the bell ringing above it to alert the staff of another customer.

A weight shifts on the other both seat across of mine, my eyes glancing over the too edge of my book. My green eyes connecting to Billy's bright blue ones, matching his blue denim jacket.

He keeps the stare, leaning forward onto the table to move closer. His eyes glancing down to my food, and looking back for assurance. I give a slight nod and continue reading as Billy eats the rest of my burger and fries.

Billy kicks his fingers slowly, staring at me with a certain look. My eyes stay captivated, wanting to know what he intends to do.

"Why did you ignore me?" He speaks finally, pulling my book down from my face. Noticing my red lips, from nervous biting, and the white wrap around my left forearm.

His eyes shoot to it as his hands lift my arm to check it.

"What happened?" He asks, and I stay silent, keeping my eyes away.

"Anwser me." He pushes with a deeper voice.

"I got into a fight." I reply softly, connecting our eyes.

"With who?" He continues, letting my arm go but still holding my hand.

"No one special." I respond, and he frowns deeper, pulling away. He softly glares at me, leaning away in his side of the booth as I shift uncomfortably.

I move to stand, getting ready to pay for my food and leave. Billy stands, following me, quickly paying and pulling me outside. The sky darkening to a violet and pink shade as the sun began to set.

"Tell me now." Billy orders and I pull away quickly.

"Why is it important?" I retort and he sighs stepping away towards his car. He turns after a few minutes and steps back up to me in the parking lot.

"Because you got hurt, and I'll hurt the person who hurt you." Billy replies, grabbing my left hand to gesture to my wrap.

"It was some girl from a county over, she was at the pool today." I say, and Billy makes a confused expression.

"Why did you fight?"

"Becuase we did."

"That's not the answer."

"Well, its the one I'm giving you."

"Then, you can call me when you get the chance to give me one." Billy replies, shocking me as he goes to his car and leaves the diner quickly. I stare at the empty street darkness claiming the sky now as I grab my bike and walk towards my house farther in Hawkins.

I stand in my bathing suit, staring at myself in the mirror, debating on leaving with it on in public. My blue one piece swim suit, revealing a decent amount of skin. The back open till just at my hips, the sides just covering my breasts, and the design was a plaid of red, blue, and a cyan colour.

I sigh, nodding to myself as I pull on a pair of black short shorts that hug my lower body, and I grab Billy's light blue dress t-shirt. The shirts sleeves quickly being rolled up to the edge of my upper arm before my shoulder, as the the bottom of it hangs as far as the short shorts at the tops of my thighs.

I tie the edge of his shirt together, making it hang now at my waist, still showcasing the front of my suit that showed. I climbed down the stairs of my hosue, and grabbing the keys to my car.

I step through the gate of the public pool, many people staring at me, men and women. My dark glasses the same as Billy's, my bright red hair in a high pony tail that makes my curly hair look larger.

I step around the pool searching for Billy as I passed the mothers, the children and the. finally teens. I decide to give up after a few minutes of searching, heading back to the gate as I see Billy pulling into the parking lot outside the pool gates.

I step out towards him, his body scanning my car confused as I step out to great him. He ignores my steps slowly turning to face me.

"No thanks." He says as he moves to pass me, my heart sinking for a second and raising in another after thinking through what he meant. That he stays faithful, ignoring others and what they want from him.

"Not even for me?" I joke out, meaning against my car. Billy pausing to face me as he stood a few feet away. He takes off his glasses after a minute, scanning me.

"Leona?" He says, and I give him a nod and pull my glasses off. His eyes darken as he steps closer to me.

"Plese tell me that you wore that for me?" He asks, his voice husky.

"Mhm." I reply, untying his shirt to pull it off to show my bathing suit.

"Naughty. But, you still need to tell me." Billy breaks the moment with a smirk, staring at my body.

"I fought a girl after I told her to back off and stop sexualizing you as you are already taken. She knew it, and taunted me, her friends adding in till she made up a lie about sleeping with you. I stopped thinking after that part." I finish, and cross my arms, looking away as the glances to my left arm. A light bruise of a hand print showing on my tan skin.

"You did it for me?" Billy asks rhetorically, pulling me close to him.

"Yep, and I don't regret it. They should know by now who you are with." I say, holding his hips so I could keep him close.

"You could've told me."

"I know. But, I- I don't like the way they look at you." I finish and Billy smiles this time.

"I am hot," I glare at him. "but you are mine too. I don't like the way those morons oogle at you, especially right now." Billy covers me in his shirt again and pulls me close.

"Tell me next time, and I'll announce it to everyone, babe." Billy says, and leans to kiss me.

"I think I beat you to it, boyfriend." I reply and giggle a little before locking our lips. The blooming love and want growing with each movement of our lips, our Hope's as well.

I never write imagines, though I had a urge to just write this one, since I've thought about writing a Stranger Things story on my Wattpad. Oh, well.. This one seems alright!

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