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realtalkswithfinn · 4 months

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Christmas at the Compound

Avengers x reader

Summary: Avengers x reader Christmas head cannons because I am a sucker for the found family trope.

a/n: I tried to get this up before christmas but totally spaced it, so… tale it as a christmas morning gift! I tried to make it as age neutral as possible, so it could totally be teen!reader or not.

The holidays are a tough time for the Avengers.

Most of them have lost family members or friends, and the idea of celebrating anything is extremely difficult.

Tony especially - he always gets gloomy around the Holidays.

He always says something along the lines of, "I don't actually care about this, but its social convention."

But secretly he cares a lot.

He overcompensates for his lack of affection throughout the year by buying everyone the expensive gifts he knows they want but could never justify spending on themselves.

At surface level, it just seems like “oh rich guy is spending rich guy money”

But they’re actually really thoughtful gifts

Like last year, he got Peter a new laptop for school.

He bought Bucky new and thick clothes since all of his were old and worn.

He upgraded Clints cellular data so he could talk to his family anywhere.

Things like that.

Sam and Rhodey take one for the team and string the christmas lights on the tower

“It’s too cold for this.” Sam would complain, the sharp wind nipping at his cheeks as he flew from one end of the building to the other, lights in tow.

“Come one man, where’s your christmas spirit?” Rhodey would laugh

“I’m just doing this so stark’s power bill goes up.”

it really was worth it seeing the tower lit up top to bottom though

Wanda LIVES for commercialized American Christmas

"We have to make gingerbread houses and go to Rockefeller to see the Christmas tree and we have to go out to the snow and go sledding-"

She demands family Christmas photos be taken, even though you don't really have anyone to send them to.

This years theme was christmas pjs

Which lead to a few very interesting viral videos of the avengers in an Old Navy

“Tony come on the reindeer ones are cute!”

“Bruce. A man can not hold onto his masculinity while wearing pjs with dancing reindeer.”

Natasha gets tired of the bellyaching and bickering and makes the final decision

She grabs everyone’s size in the Reindeer pjs and marches to the front of the store

After snagging Tony’s credit card, of course.

Actually taking the picture is a whole other ball game, but that’s a story for another day

Thor has a hard time with the idea of Santa

You try to explain it to him, but it doesn’t seem to help

“So a fat man breaks into the safety of your home late into the night… and you let it happen because he comes baring gifts?”

“Well… yeah.”

“But only to nice children. That he stalks throughout the year.”

“He doesn’t stalk the children he just…”

“Hm.” He squints. “what about the naughty children?”

“They don’t get any presents.”

“OR,” Wanda interjects, “Krampus comes to get them.”

“Is that another fat man in a red disguise?”

“No. He’s a demon sent from hell to eat them.”

Thor nods in approval. “Ah. That’s much more asgardian. A fair reward system for the youth!”

You stare at him. “So… you’re okay with Krampus but not Santa?”

“Well I think they work together well, like a team. Like us!”

“I… I guess…”

Decorating the tree was an all night event

You would help happy bring up what felt like hundreds of boxes of christmas decorations

The tree itself was about 15 feet tall, because it wouldn’t be a holiday at the compound if you guys weren’t extra

It was placed in the living space, right next to a huge wall of windows so all of New York could see your festivity

it had to be decorated to the nines to pass Wanda’s inspection

Not a bare branch

Theres tinsel, ribbons, colorful lights, and hundreds of ornaments

But of course, ladders were a no go

You guys liked a challenge

To reach the higher branches, you and Natasha would stand on Steve and Buckys shoulders

And I mean stand

Not sit

It was a thrilling balancing game

You trusted them to catch you if you fell, but you still had to try to avoid it at all costs to save the tree from certain destruction

Peter would dangle from the ceiling, crawling around to hang ornaments toward the very top

Both of these acts nearly gave Bruce and Vision a heart attack

“CAP, you’re moving to fast shes gunna lose balance-“

“Bruce, please take a breath.”

Meanwhile Thor is getting distracted by all the ornaments and forgetting to actually hang them up

“This one’s a little man of snow! How silly!”

Speaking of ornaments

You all have an ornament of yourself on the tree

Or, your super hero alias at least

There’s a tiny black widow, a little iron man, a bity baby hulk, so on and so forth

Tony always demands his be the highest up on the tree to fuel his god complex

Drawing names out of a hat to see who got to put the star on top of the tree

(except you guys would always rig it behind Wanda’s back, only putting her name in the hat)

She would always protest, insisting to let someone else do it this year, but you guys never relented

So with a big cheesy grin on her face, she would use her magic to delicately place the star on the tippy top

You would think Natasha wouldn’t want to see the Nutcracker Ballet after her time in the red room

But it makes her so happy to see dancing as an art form instead of a way to brainwash young girls

She drags you, Clint, Wanda, and whoever else wants to tag along every year

She even splurges on front row seats

You look over and see her eyes glittering while she watches every turn, leap, and stunt intently

Leaving the theater, she’ll walk on her toes and do a few turns, encouraging you to try as well.

She ends up cackling watching you trip and stumble

“We’ll work on it.”

Can you IMAGINE the ginger bread making contest???

You’re all huddled around the long dining room table with christmas music playing

Theres Clint and Natasha, who just make the classic gingerbread house, no fancy bells or whistles.

Then there’s Bruce,Tony, and Peter who are going absolutely wild building gingerbread sky scrapers and gingerbread hotels.

“Mr. Stark look, I made a working elevator!”

Bruce puts an electric system (fairy lights) through his

Steve and Bucky rebuild their childhood homes

Wanda is going all out, delicately hand placing every candy and covering the whole thing in edible glitter

Visions is pretty similar, but more sleek and modern than Wanda’s

And then there’s Thor, who’s totally missing the point and just DUMPING everything on top

“Hey Peter, I think yours is missing something.”

You string a long thread of white rope candy from his structure to yours.

“Webs!”

“You know… we can probably make a web-like consistency with some starch and frosting…”

That becomes a whole sticky project, but you eventually get it to work, connecting everyone’s gingerbread houses with icing webs

Steve and Bucky are TOTALLY participating in the classic christmas traditions they grew up on.

They sit quietly together in the living room, making paper chains and stringing popcorn

“Do you mind if I join you guys?”

they smile gently. “Of course not.”

You sit crisscross in front of the couch while they teach you

They tell you stories of christmases long, long ago, which feels kinda silly considering they’re talking like grandpas while not appearing much older than you

On Christmas eve, you’re all there except for Clint, who went home to his family

Youre all dressed in your pajamas from the christmas card

You make hot coco and cider

Wanda pops in some old vhs tapes and you watch the classics late into the night

“Alright you nutcrackers,” tony would say around midnight. “I know you want to stay up and catch Santa, but he’s not coming if you all stay awake.”

he really just wanted to go to bed

He sauntered off, calling for lights out.

Most of the boys wandered away to their rooms, leaving you, Wanda, Nat and Thor not quite ready for sleep.

“So,” you ask, taking a sip of coco, “Do you guys think we’re on the naughty list?”

Natasha Chuckled. “I’m not sure. Does beating people up count as naughty if you’re taking down the bad guys?”

Thor set his mug down on the coffee table, the bells on his sweater jingling. “Do not fear ladies, I will catch that nasty Krampus if he comes in to devour your soul. I believe you were doing the right thing.”

You all laughed, thinking he was joking. But he just stared at you.

“Thor… you realize Krampus and Santa aren’t… real?” Wanda asked.

He had a hard time swallowing that.

He ended up sleeping on the couch “just in case”

you woke up at 3 am to a loud clattering coming from the living room

You decided to check it out against your better judgement

There was Thor. Hammer in one hand, cookie in another.

Down the hall toward the elevator was a completely destroyed life-size nutcracker.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I thought I heard something by the elevator.”

“Congratulations. You murdered the Nutcracker.”

“I feared he was an accomplice of the holiday demon.”

“He’s been there for weeks!”

“He could have been a spy. Or possessed.”

“Goodnight Thor.”

Christmas Morning finally arrived

Everyone was sleeping soundly in their beds

Until Sam decided to be a little shit and wake everyone up at 7 am

He pounded on every. single. bedroom door.

“Y/NNNN. SANTA CAME TO TOWNNNNN.” he sing-songed

“No he didn’t.” You grumbled. “Thor killed him.”

“… I don’t know what that means.”

You all stumble out into the living room

Natasha took the time to actually run a brush through her hair and do her morning skincare

You and wanda were far too excited and skipped over that completely, barely remembering to brush your teeth

Tony looked the roughest - he had a silk robe draped over his pjs and looked like he was just awakened from a coma

Essentially, everyone was a little disheveled

Vision made everyone coffee before you started the gift exchange

You all sat around the coffee table in a circle so everyone could see each other

Bruce and Steve passed out the gifts from under the tree

it took a solid few minutes, there was a MOUNTAIN of presents

You went one at a time opening gifts

Some people think this is awkward, but you felt it was more genuine

this way, everyone can see the gift and the joy on the receivers face

as well as a million “thank you”s

It also gave time for the giver to explain why they chose the gift they did, whether it be something they remembered you said you wanted, something they knew you needed, or even just a simple “this made me think of you”

In the end, you loved all your gifts

And everyone loved what you got for them

But mostly, you were just happy to spend the holiday with your family

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realtalkswithfinn · 4 months

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I am so excited for all the little girls who get to fall in love with Percy Jackson the way I did

#percy jackson #pjo #percy series #percy jackson disney+#pjo disney+#december 20th #annabeth chase #percabeth #percy jackson show #the lighting thief #tlt fanart #tlt series

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realtalkswithfinn · 4 months

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“Are You Wearing Mismatched Socks?”

Shang-Chi x widow!reader

summary: Shaun sees a new game circling the internet and decides he HAS to challenge his girlfriend to a round.

warnings: violent play fighting, very brief mention/ joke about DV (no actual domestic violence!!), very brief mentions of Shang-Chi and Readers times as trained assassins, sex joke at the very end.

authors note: I have never written any sort of fight scene or action before so this is very new to me, but it had to be done. Also, I requested this idea to another creator here on tumblr before deciding I wanted to give it a go myself. If they write their own version, I’ll tag them so you can read that version as well!

“BABE!”

“WHAT?”

“COME IN HERE!”

“WHY?”

“JUST COME HERE!”

You sigh, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. You roll off the edge of your bed, clicking your phone off in the process, and saunter down the hall toward the sound of his voice.

Shuan stood in the center of… what used to be your living room? Both recliners and your big green couch were pushed flush up against the walls. You could see your coffee table stacked on top of your dining table in the next room over. All your blankets and knick knacks were scattered throughout the space. On the bookshelf, counters, window sills - anywhere but where they belonged.

He was looking down at his phone with an amused smile on his face.

“Done some… redecorating, have we?”

He glanced up, excitement clear on his face. “I’ll put it all back later. Give me one of your socks.”

You stared at him. “Give you… one?”

He nodded, jutting his palm out. “Yeah.”

“… why.”

“I found this game, it looks super fun!” He said, walking over to where you stood. He held out his phone, which was playing a video of what looked to be a set of twins. Each girl wore one white sock. “The goal is to rip the other persons sock off and keep yours on!”

You watched the girls tickle, tackle, and wrestle each other until one emerged victorious, sweaty sock in hand.

“I don’t know Shaun, I’m not sure I wanna play a game where I have to free your dawgs.” You teased.

“Hey! My ‘dogs’ aren’t that bad. Yours on the other hand-“

You smacked his arm. “Hey-“

“That’s the spirit!” He said, tossing his phone on the couch. “Now, give me a sock.”

“Get your own so- HEY!”

He yanked your right leg up by the back of the knee, quick but careful to make sure you didn’t fall, and slid your sock off. “See, next time, you’ll try to make sure I don’t do that.”

Oh, it’s on.

“Fine.” You sigh, trying to seem unamused. In reality, you were rather excited to play. The game looked fun enough when the girls played, but a round between two ex- child assassins? Things were going to get interesting fast.

Shaun beams at you and slides the sock onto his own foot. He looks at you, then your remaining sock, and raises an eyebrow. “Are you wearing mismatched socks?”

“Do you want to play or not?”

He backs away, hands raised in a surrender motion. “My bad, my bad, I should know better than to question you.” He moves a good three feet in front of you and reaches out for a handshake. “May the best man win.”

You yank his hand forward and flip him over your shoulder, slamming him down hard onto the cushy carpet. You twist and dive, aiming for his pink striped sock, but he rolls away quickly, jumping to his feet.

“That’s totally not fair! We hadn’t started yet!”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you made all your opponents wait for your mark before fighting.”

He scoffed. “I was trying to be civil with you.”

“Don’t.”

He kicked out with his bare foot, leaving the socked one on the ground. The impact set you back a bit, but you regained yourself before slamming into the TV.

“Watch the furniture!” He teased, diving down toward your feet.

You dove over him, rolling and landing on your feet far on the other side of the living room. You crossed your arms and tapped your socked foot impatiently. “Gee, I thought the great Shang-Chi would find this game tedious. Assumed you would’ve won by now.”

Shaun rolled his eyes before running toward you again. You attempted to jump out of the way, but he snagged you by the waist. He tackled you to the floor as carefully as he could. Sweet, but his mistake. He only held you with one arm, using the other to stop your fall, making it easy for you to wiggle out of his grip.

You rolled slightly to the left and knocked him face first into the carpet. You crawled toward his foot, forgetting to keep your own feet away from his hands. You yelped when you felt him grabbing at your ankles and started kicking violently. He managed to tug your sock a bit, but lost his grip quickly.

You yanked yourself away from his hands, curling your feet under yourself into a crouch position. Shaun wasted no time crawling toward you, laughing as he went. You scuttled backward but came to an abrupt stop when you slammed into the couch.

He was closing in. You didn’t have anywhere else to run, so you took the offensive route and thrust yourself forward, sending the two of you sprawling across the carpet. The force of you landing on him was unexpected and totally knocked the wind out of Shaun. While he laid there catching his breath, you swung around and reached for his sock.

Of course, he regained his breath too fast. He sat up and grabbed you, pinning your arms to your sides. “Not cool y/n.”

“I can be less cool.” you panted. He started to say something, but you thrust your arm back and elbowed him in the ribs. You snaked out of his grip and ran across the room yet again.

Shaun stood up slowly, rubbing his rib. “Come on!”

“Sorry baby.” You laughed. You stuck out your bottom lip in a teasing pout. “I’ll kiss it better after I win.”

“Oh no, I can’t let you win after this.” He chuckled.

But you had a plan.

…Hopefully, the TV wouldn’t pay the price.

You ran at your boyfriend, gathered at much momentum as you could, jumped up, and wrapped your legs around his neck. He stumbled, but managed to regain his balance.

“Aw dude!” His voice was muffled. “Can a guy get a warning before getting a crotch to the face?”

He started smacking his own back, desperately trying to grab at your sock. But ultimately he couldn’t reach your feet at the angle. You laugh and let yourself fall backward. You dangled yourself from his shoulders and looked through your eyebrows to locate which foot had the striped sock.

Honestly, there were a million ways Shaun could have escaped this position. But all of them would’ve been pretty painful for you, and you knew he would never actually hurt you for a game. Or anything, for that matter, but especially not a game. So he continued to reach and grab for your sock.

You reached down and tickled his right leg. He kicked out a little, as that was the last thing he expected from you. He stopped reaching for your sock and grabbed your thighs instead, trying to keep you from falling while he lost his balance.

You took the opportunity to snatch the sock off his foot.

“BOO!” Shaun complained.

“Whats that?? I can’t hear you over the sound of me WINNING!”

You reached your hands down to the floor and unhooked your legs from behind Shaun’s head, gracefully kicking down as if out of a handstand, and waved the sock around in victory.

Shaun stared at you. “I can’t believe you just black widowed me.”

You shrugged. “I can’t believe you talked such big game just to be taken out by a little tickle.”

“And a crotch to the face?”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “So… what do I win?”

A mischievous grin spread across your boyfriends face. “Who said you won? We gotta do best two out of three.”

“What? No! I won fair and square-“

Shaun ripped the sock out of your hands and took off down the hall. “BEST TWO OUT OF THREE!”

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You padded into your bedroom with a glass of water and a handful of ibuprofen. Shaun was already under the covers, but you could see bruises sprouting up around his exposed upper body. You weren’t much better — you had a nasty spot right on your cheekbone, as well as littered all over your body.

“Hey,” you greeted gently, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He set his phone down and looked up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. “Hey.”

You took his hand and dumped a few ibuprofen into it. “Maybe we should play a little gentler next time.”

He smiled before popping the tablets into his mouth. “Maybe.”

You passed him the water glass and he took a swig before passing it back to you. You took your own dose and set the glass on the nightstand. Shaun pulled the covers up for you to crawl under, to which you happily did, curling right up against him.

He ran his fingers over the forming bruise on your cheek. “Aw dude. Does it hurt?”

“I’ve had worse.”

“People are gunna think I hit you.”

“You kinda did.” You laugh.

“Not on purpose!” He defended. He moved his hand to cup your face before sending you a pointed stare. “You, on the other hand, had malicious intent.“

“And who won all three rounds?”

Shaun glared at you but couldn’t argue. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the bruise. “Thanks for playing with me.” He said softly.

You reached up and rested your hand over his. “Anytime. Thanks for putting the couch back.”

He chuckled, closing his eyes. “Anytime.”

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“Dude, what happened to you?” Katy asked gawking at Shaun, who had stiffly shuffled into work covered head to toe in bruises. “Bad guys?”

“Y/n.”

Katy curled her lip in disgust. “Didn’t need to know that dude.”

“What? Oh my god Katy, no, we were playing the sock-“

“Nope. Too late. Image is already there.”

“KATY.”

#shang chi #shang chi x reader #shang chi x you #shang chi imagine #shang chi fluff #shang chi fanfiction #marvel headcanons #marvel x reader #marvel x you #shang chi and the legend of the ten rings #avengers x reader #marvel phase 4 #marvel phase four #mcu phase 4

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realtalkswithfinn · 5 months

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The Olympians as Vine References

This is from forever ago, but I found it in my drafts and it still makes me giggle. Enjoy.

Zeus: “I said whoever threw that paper, your mom is a hoe.”

Poseidon: “I see you don’t have a lifeguard here at your beach.” “I’m not at the beach this is a bathtub-“

Hades: “YOULL BE A DED SONOFABITCH ILL TELL YOU DAT-“

Hera: “for everytime you don’t yell at your kids, put a quarter in your sock and soon you’ll have a weapon to beat-“

Demeter: “Dad look its the good kush.” “It’s the dollar store how good can it be?”

Hephaestus: “this is why mom doesn’t FUCKING LOVE YOU-“

Ares: “I’ll rip your face off, bitch!” “What did he do?” “He fuckin pushed me -“

Athena: “that is not correct, because according to the encyclopedia of phlphlphl-“

Apollo: “wOw”

Artemis: “go back to sleep, and starve.”

Hermès: “oh my god they were roommates.”

Dionysius: “two shots of vodka.”

there WILL be a part two.

#percy jackson #pjo #annabeth chase #greek mythology #greek mythology meme #jason grace #thalia grace #Percy Jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #percy jackson headcannon #pjo headcanon

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realtalkswithfinn · 1 year

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is anyone gunna talk about how buff Queen Ramonda is

#wakanda forever #black panther #princess shuri #queen ramonda #black panther 2 #marvel headcanons

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realtalkswithfinn · 2 years

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so what we’re NOT gunna do is sexualize the underage cast of the Disney + percy jackson series with fanfiction, art, etc 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻🥰👍🏻

#percy jackson #pjo #pjo series

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realtalkswithfinn · 2 years

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being eddie’s sister and liking steve…

turns out the big bad eddie munson has a younger sister… and she’s far less intimidating.

part 1 ?

tw: mentions of chrissy’s death, brief mentions of maxs past, mentions of parental trauma

technically, you’re younger than Eddie.

however, with his super senior status, you’re in the same graduating class

EIGHTY FOUR BABY

you love your brother

how could you not?

he was the first to defend you against anyone, whether it was mean kids at school or your own parents

but, just like any siblings, you needed your space

so even though you were the bass to your brothers guitar, when you got to high school, you went a separate route rather than be in the band

you joined the cheer team, where you became best friends with Chrissy

not so much her boyfriend, who you and eddie both felt needed to be put in his place

“he literally told chrissy she needed to put more effort into her appearance around his mom, as if she isn’t already insecure.”

“that’s fucked up, isn’t it common knowledge chrissy’s ‘the prettiest babe’ in school?”

“aw, does eddie have a little crush on chris?”

he side eyed you, but didn’t say anything other than, “we should egg his car.”

you did.

nobody tell chrissy

dispite his hate for jason

and organized sports

and crowds

eddie showed for every. single. game.

just to watch his baby sister cheer

even if he was hanging out the gym door the whole time

you showed up to some of eddie’s dungeons and dragons meetings as well, just to hear the stories he made up

they reminded you of the stories he would make up for you as kids

you liked his new freshman this year too, they were hilarious

they were dorky and had no shame

like dustin, who would out of pocket talk about his best friend steve harrington

king steve, who ran the basketball team

and was always picked first in gym

and was famous for being the life of the party

steve the hair harrington

who… you get the idea.

so maybeee you had a tiny thing for the freshly graduated guy, who loved everything you and your brother hated

who cares? last you heard, he was dating mikes older sister

nancy wheeler, who was all gentle smiles and soft sweaters and perfect academics and a perfect laugh and brought the best out in him

that is, until one day dustin asked mike, “so is it still safe for you guys to have the sleepover at wills over break, or will nancy and jonathan be swapping spit the whole time?”

jonathan.

not steve.

your ears perked up

not like it mattered, though. steve was graduated.

he probably wouldn’t want to take a senior out, especially not the only cheerleader who actively avoided him for fear of embarrassment his whole basketball career.

you forgot about the conversation pretty quickly, though. only nights later, disaster struck.

you were digging your keys to your uncles trailer out of your bag, when your brother burst through the door and took you to the ground

you screamed, and he slapped his hand over your mouth and begged you to be quite and that you both had to go

through the door, you saw a head of blonde hair on the floor…

he dragged you from the trailer and into the woods

after about a half an hour of running through the dark, you dug your feet in the ground and demanded to know what was going on

the look on your brothers face broke you

“y/n… you have to believe me.” he said, looking deep in your eyes.

“i always believe you ed.”

for the next day, the two of you hide out in his drug dealers garage.

you mourn your best friend

and you are so, so glad your brother dragged you away before you could see her fully

even when something terrible happens to him, he’ll never let it touch you.

you felt terrible for him

you knew how he felt about chrissy

when dustin and his friends came looking for you guys, your feelings about steve were thrown out the window

you grabbed the oar out from under the tarp and came after steve with it, screeching

“WOAH WOAH WOAH,” steve used his dad voice as you bashed the oar into his ribs “TAKE IT EASY- y/n?”

you pointed the oar at him like a spear

you didn’t know he knew your name

still,

“he didn’t do it.”

eddie lept out from the tarp and pushed his way in front of you and grabbed steve by the throat

listen

it was fine to beat him away with an oar

but choke him to death ?

too far, especially since he didn’t seem to be fighting back

dustin pulled eddie off steve

he recoiled back to you, and for a second, you could see the fear in his eyes

steve stared at you while he caught his breath

“what… what the hell is y/n munson doing hitting me with an oar?”

you all stared at him.

“steve,” dustin sighed. “you’re so lucky you’re pretty.”

very pretty you thought

the hair didn’t even move when you were hitting the shit out of him

his eyebrows raised in surprise

“what’re you like… cousins?”

you rolled your eyes

“right… cause the pretty showgirl cheerleader babe couldn’t possibly be my sister, huh king steve?”

there was a heavy tension in the room

steve blushed

dustin, ever the comic relief, pat steve on the back

“hey dude, i didn’t realize till like, two months into hell fire.”

eddie stared at him

“what!” he threw his hands up in exasperation, “she is SO much cooler than you dude.”

“are you shittin’ me?”

“she can do a backflip bro.”

“i can do a back flip.”

“you can do a back flop.” you interject

robin put her hands up “can we please get back to the part about how eddie is wanted by the whole town for a murder he didn’t commit?”

from there on, you and eddie were officially in the group

there was a very brief, very confusing explanation of the upside down

but it wasn’t hard to believe after what eddie told you

you mostly stuck around eddie, and surprisingly, lucas

you recognized him from all the games you cheered

eddie dogged on him for skipping out on his program for the big game the other day

but you told him how glad you were he went

and how “all the freshman cheerleaders were swooning”

he have a tight lipped smile but didn’t say anything, which you thought was weird

until a little later

“hey, i know you meant it with good intentions, but just so you know, lucas has only ever really cared about one girl.”

it was steve

“oh?” you said

steve pushed back some hair from his face and raised his eyebrows in maxs direction

a gentle smile washed over your face, and if steve had fallen for you before, now he was stumbling face first

“so, that’s why she’s being short with him but then stealing glances when she thinks no one can see her?”

steve chuckled. “she’s doing that?”

“oh yeah. that girl can save face though. anytime anyone even makes a move in her direction she makes it look like she’s just ‘browsing the perimeter’ or some shit.”

steve smiled and looked toward his friend, and it was your turn to melt

“yeah, she’s good at that,” he said. his face fell a bit. “she’s been through some shit.”

you felt your own smile drop. “yeah. i guess all of us have.”

and suddenly felt like the biggest asshole to ever walk the earth

your best friend just died

you and eddie lived with your uncle in a trailer because your parents couldn’t take care of you

and now your older brother was on hawkins most wanted list

plus whatever else he doesn’t know about your past

“hey, i know you probably don’t want to talk while we’re trying to save your brother from metaphorically getting burnt at the stake, but… if you ever wanted to like, talk about any of this- or anything else-“

your smile returned to your face

“what, king steve wants to play therapist?”

he cringed at the old nickname, but smiled right along with you

“god no, i can’t even solve my own problems. but… i’ve seen some pretty strange things.”

“oh yeah? like what?”

“those demogorgon things dustin was telling you about?”

“yeah?”

“i beat one with a spiked bat in the beyers living room.”

you stared at him for a moment. “yeah… i don’t think i’m the one that needs to talk.”

he chuckled. “oh just wait till you hear about the russian spies.”

the two of you went back and forth for a while, moving on from horror stories to funny ones

you talked about everything and nothing, and your heart felt lighter than it had in years

eddie watched in the background, shaking his head

as much as he hated sports and preppy guys like steve, nothing would ever make him smile more than seeing you happy

#eddie munson x sister!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season 4 fanfiction #st season 4 #st s4 #eddie munson sister

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i love y’all and eddie is hot but let’s be honest, so few of us would ACTUALLY have a crush on him in high school 😭 like homie caused public disturbance daily and was a overall a menace with two friends his own age.

look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t want him to stfu for asking a dumb question in class HE WAS THAT KID

#eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #st s4

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sometimes i reread my own fics and think, “wow i wish there was more of this.” then i remember i would have to actually write it. awkward.

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now that stranger things is back i want to remind everyone:

abuse explains violent actions, it doesn’t excuse them.

billy deserved better. but so did max. and so did everyone else he took it out on.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things season 3 #stranger things season 2 #stranger things season 4 #st s4 #st s3 #steve harrington imagine #stranger things x reader

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sometimes self shipping means sitting and staring at a wall for three hours spinning the same line of dialogue that you personally made up around in your brain over and over in a thousand different iterations until you literally fall asleep still thinking about it

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fanfiction was such a good idea. like put those guys in situations

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the spiderling // peter parker x avenger!reader

in which reader, the youngest avenger who was taken in by natasha romanoff, and peter parker are tasked with a mission they aren’t sure how to tackle- babysitting Morgan Stark.

a/n: my auto caps isn’t on, so please ignore all my lowercase i’s and sentence starters. we are also going to ignore all of endgame and spiderman no way home here <3

“did you get Mr. Starks text?” peter asks. you don’t even look up from your homework.

“no, what did he say?”

“bug boy and baby widow, in the living room, now.”

“he has such a polite demeanor to him, don’t you think?”

peter snorts as he closes his lap top. “i just hope we’re not in actual trouble.”

“Please. if we were actually in trouble, he wouldn’t have sent a text.” you shove your papers into your back pack before walking over to peter, who was sitting at your desk.

it was nice to have your own room in the compound, you’d never had your own room before. not thay you could remember, anyway. natasha found you when you were ten on one of her missions. you were living on lies and had sticky fingers. every meal, article of clothing, you had stoeln. sleeping on the street scared you, so you learned to break into unoccupied motel rooms and apartment buildings.

homeless people and gangs in the area noticed this, and started bribing you to sneak into the places they couldn’t and steal for them. in exchange, they gave you money and food and protection from muggers and violent addicts that roamed the streets.

natasha was going to leave you. she knew she couldn’t save every child on every mission. but you were being used and exploited, and you didn’t know any better. she waited for you to fall asleep in your “borrowed” motel room, then snuck in and grabbed you. you woke up on a quinjet that night, with natasha there to calm your fears.

you never looked back.

she tried to get you to live with clint and laura, who both welcomed you into their family with open arms, but you were restless on the farm and begged to go to work with clint.

eventually they caved when you snuck your way onto a quinjet, thinking you’d be going to the compound to see natasha, but you actually ended up on a mission that lasted two weeks. the avengers decided to keep you informed after that. none of them wanted to risk the safety of a preteen.

so tony gave you a room in the compound and you stayed with nat. you trained every morning with the avengers and did school online in the labs while tony and bruce worked. when you got older, they took you to charity events and press conferences and political meetings to teach you the depths of being a public hero. natasha held your hand the whole time, walking you through the complexities.

though it wasn’t typical, it was a much better life than the one you came from, and you were grateful. you were wry of peter becoming an “intern” at first. you were the baby of the group and didn’t like the thought of having someone your own age around. but peter actually made your teenage years better.

the two of you quickly became best friends. he taught you about memes and took you out with his friends- he even convinced tony to let you come to public school with him.

now, having him around was second nature.

you pulled peter up out of the chair. “better go see what the big man wants.”

the two of you made your way to the living room. tony was there with sam, cap, natasha, bruce and clint, all dressed in suits. to your surprise, morgan was sitting on the couch coloring in a disney princess coloring book.

morgan adored you. how could she not? you were a real life super hero and you would play tea party with her.

plus, being a little girl and seeing female super heroes was kind of a big deal. she looked up to you. and nat and wanda, of course, but you were her favorite. you were just a teenager, which is wayyy less scary than a grown women to a 5 year old.

you were more of a god than thor in her eyes, and she wanted to be just like you.

“when i send a text with that much hostility i expect some hustle.” tony sassed.

you rolled your eyes. “if you wanted hustle you would have told us the mission was urgent.”

“oh it is. lives are at stake here honey bun.”

you scowled at the nick name. “don’t call me-“

“so what exactly is the mission?” peter interrupted cautiously.

“immediate conference in wakanda with select world leaders about new artificial intelligence weaponry.” Bruce said.

natasha walked over to ruffle your hair. “boring stuff.”

you smiled at her friendly greeting. she looked dazzling. not a strand of hair was out of place, and her eyeliner was sharp enough to slice a finger. leave it to natasha to make a meeting into a fashion show.

“well why did you call us out here? if you told us just to get dressed we would have been ready sooner-“

“ah, no, see, the conference is our mission.” tony interrupted. “your mission is to watch my lovely daughter.”

your heart sank. you loved morgan, but you wanted to be included in the mission, no matter how boring natasha said it would be. “but-“

“no buts, you’ll make her cry.” tony said.

“yeah, come on y/n,” morgan got up from the couch. “you can’t say no to this face.” she proceeded to jut out her bottom lip and stare up at you and peter with her big brown puppy dog eyes, and as much as you didn’t want to, you felt your heart melt just a little.

you knelt down to her level to look her right in the eyes and said: “if you weren’t so small i’d slap that look right off your face.”

“you love me too much.”

god, she sounded just like tony.

“i would trade you for a potato chip.”

morgan gasped and dramatically put her hand to her chest.

peter laughed. “well, i’d trade you for two potato chips, morgan, so i think i’m the better babysitter. ya know, cause my standards are higher.”

the little girl thought for a moment before nodding her head yes, that seemed fair, and dragged peter over to color.

tony clapped his hands and smiled. “well, that settles that! Avengers, roll out.”

the group brushed past you toward the door, all giving sympathetic smiles. nat put a hand on your shoulder as she made her way. “i’ll call you on the way home, alright? you’ll be apart of the debrief. i promise.”

that lifted your spirits. “thanks nat.”

you said your goodbyes and watched her walk out the door. you sighed, then walked over to the table where peter and morgan seemed to be playing hangman. you stood behind morgan, looking over her shoulder at the blank spaces of her sentence, and peters stick figure who was dangerously close to death.

“happy brought pop tarts?”

“YES!” morgan squealed before scribbling in the rest of the letters.

you stuck your tongue out at peter.

peter scoffed. “i could’ve got that easily!”

“please, your man was basically dead!”

“hE HAD ONE LEG LEFT!”

morgan giggled. “shes just smarter than you peter!” she taunted.

“HA!” you yelled. “take that, spider boy!”

“yeah, spider boy!” morgan mimicked.

“okay spider GIRL,” he said, pushing his sleeves up as he stood up. “you’re turning her against me? there’s only one way to settle this.”

he lunged for you, then quickly changed direction and scooped up morgan before sprinting away. “come get your mini minon!”

oh, it’s on.

you took off after them.

morgan’s high pitched laughter echoed through the halls. peter was fast, but he usually used webs to get around. in less than a minute you had taken them both to the ground, careful of morgan’s head. she crawled out of peters grasp and into yours. you threw her up onto your shoulders and yelled “VICTORY!”

peter rolled around on the floor in fake anguish. “oh, great avengers! you have slain me!”

morgan’s laughter was uncontrollable now, rolling through her little body so hard she almost fell off your shoulders.

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at about 7 pm, morgan decided she had to have a cheeseburger. you and peter knew that tony wouldn’t mind having food delivered to you- i mean, the guy is a billionaire. he wouldn’t mind a thirty dollar delivery. but still, you always felt bad spending his money, and you didn’t want to wait that long. plus, happy was home for the night, and you didn’t want to send the poor man out to deliver the three of you food. you recruited peter to swing to the place a few blocks over.

“i’ll be back soon m’lady.” he said, ruffling morgan’s hair from behind the couch. she waved to him as he opened the window.

“don’t fall off a building!”

you stifled a laugh watching peter brush off her comment. he looked cute with the little blush across his cheeks. “thanks, morgan. i’ll do my best.” he shot a web out the window, waved goodbye to you, and disappeared.

you stood up to close the window before sitting back down next to morgan. “well baby stark, what do you want to do while the boy is gone?”

she put a finger to her forehead, deep in thought, before shooting it out in an AHA! motion. “will you do my makeup?”

you smiled. “of course, princess morgan. give me one sec, okay?” you got up and ran to your room. you grabbed some mascara, a lash curler, the sparkliest eye shadow you owned and a bright red lip. morgan loved dramatics when it came to dress up, which wasn’t surprising, considering who her dad was. you didn’t really have room to talk though, considering your main role model was natasha romanoff.

you skipped back over to a clapping morgan and began applying a nude color to her eyelids. “can you make me look like auntie nat?” she asked, flashing big puppy dog eyes at you. you nodded. “oh yeah, i’ve got auntie nats make up down to a t, buddy.”

you were both quiet for a moment, then she said, “do you think peter will like my makeup?”

“oh, of course honey!” you reassured. you thought it was a silly question. of course peter would like it, peter liked anything morgan did. peters always been an only child. he loved having morgan around and getting to play big brother.

she seemed to like than answer, nodding her head. “i don’t want him to be upset we left him out.”

you chuckled. “i’m sure you can do his make up when he gets back, bug.”

her eyes widened and she pulled away from your makeup brush. “don’t call me that!”

you were taken aback. “wha- why?”

“i don’t want to be a bug! i want to be a spider, like you guys! and bugs and spiders are different, i learned that in school!” she pouted.

your heart melted. “aw morgan-“

she threw her arms up in exhasperation- her rant was not over yet. “he’s spiderman, you’re basically a black widow, i want to be a spider too! how am i supposed to be a spider if you call me bug? huh? riddle me that!”

“okay okay!” you laughed. “you sound like your dad.” you thought for a minute. “you can be ‘the spiderling’, how does that sound?”

she squinted. “hmm, i guess that works for now. until i get bigger.”

you picked your eye shadow brush up again. “well okay spiderling, come back over here.”

she seemed content with her nickname and lean d back toward you. “you know, i like that you and peter are both spiders. it matches cause you’re in love.”

“WHAT,” this time, you pulled away. “morgan, what makes you think peter and i are in love?”

she looked at you with an equally confused face. “well he’s always with you, and you get excited to see each other, and he smiles at you when you’re not looking, and daddy says you’re gunna get married-“

“your dad says what?” you blinked at her.

she clapped her hands together and smiled. “he says that peter talks about you alllll the timeee and he thinks you’re going to get married! and that i’ll get to be your flower girl because peters afraid of him and you love me!” she squealed. “doesn’t that sound amazing?”

you reached down and grabbed the mascara tube. did tony really say that? was peter really in love with you and you were just too oblivious to notice?

to be fair, you were in love with him and he didn’t seem to notice.

“yeah, amazing morg.”

“that’s not my name anymore!”

“well, what’s your name now?” peter came in the door. “aw, did i break up girl time?”

“peter!” morgan yelled, getting up to run to him. she jumped into his arms, almost causing him to drop the bag of takeout. you caught it from his failing grip and set it on the table.

“wow, someone missed me,” he teased. “wow, look at those pretty eyes!”

morgan smiled and closed her eyelids to give peter a better look. “y/n and i made me a new name while she was doing my eyes- i get to be ‘the spiderling’ to match you guys!”

he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “oh wow!” he glanced up at you. “we all get to match now. you an avenger too?”

she sighed. “not yet.”

peter laughed at that, and the sound sent shivers down your spine. you watched him carefully as he set morgan down. “well, spiderling, go grab your burger.”

she ran over to the table where you set the food before rushing off the the couch to eat. “can we watch say yes to the dress?” she asked.

peter looked at you with an eyebrow raised. “i mean, yeah but, why?”

“y/n should look at all the pretty options before HEY-“ before she could finish her sentence you had run over and muffled her face with a pillow, your cheeks turning red. morgan thrashed around before yanking the pillow off her face and turning to you with a fury in her eyes. “what was that for?”

peter walked over, unwrapping his own burger. “why does y/n need to look at the dresses morg?”

you face flushed even darker.

morgan turned back around with a huff. “so she can know what to look for when you guys get married. duh.”

“MORGAN.” you yelled, lightly smacking the top of her head.

“OW, Y/N, STOP IT,” she screamed, tossing her burger aside and throwing herself over the backend of the couch to attack you. the sudden force of her knocked you to the ground. you tried to push her off of you, but she was little and squirmy, and you couldn’t quite get her in your grasp.

when you looked up, peter was grinning down at the two of you. he watched for a moment, just smiling gently. your heart could’ve exploded into a million pieces, watching him watch you like that. then, he reached down, plucked morgan off you, and set her back on the couch. “okay morgs, hand me the remote, i’ll put on say yes to the dress.”

and he did. he didnt say anything about morgan’s comment again, just sat next to her and ate his food. carefully, you sat down on the other side of morgan with your food in hand.

the three of you stayed there the rest of the night, booing the mean moms and critiquing each dress. it was fun, almost mindless, but still…

there was a little part of you that remembered how peter smiled when morgan asked for the show, and how he looked at you…

the two of them fell asleep after a while. morgan had sprawled between your lap and peters, and peters head rested on your shoulder, the way it had a million times before. it felt different this time, though.

at around 10:30, the avengers clambered into the compound, yawning and tugging at their ties, ready for bed. tony pulled morgan from your arms, and said a small, almost too sincere thank you before taking her off to bed.

nat came over and placed a hand on your shoulder from behind the couch. she looked tired in the pale light of the tv. still, she looked happy to see you. “hey kiddo,” she smiled. “i’ve got a lot to tell you.”

you returned her smile, and placed your hand on hers, before glancing at peters curly hair resting on your other shoulder. the smile grew. “i have a lot to tell you too.”

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