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leave-it-to-me · 6 years

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Ship Request

@icouldbeyourpatronus

“Hey love! I’d love to have a ship for MCU, DCEU, MPHFPC, Stranger Things, SW, and GoT (if it’s not too much). I am a bisexual female. I have long, wavy, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes and I’m 5′4. I love reading, writing and binge-watching tv shows and movies. I have depression and anxiety and they usually make my days harder but I always try to remain kind and compassionate but I tend to be really moody. I also think I’m loyal and selfless and I’d do anything for the ones I love. Thank you <3

You met in her time undercover, you were her neighbour and met when she was moving in, you helped her organise her place and showed her the sights.

Your first date was at a small little restaurant you frequent around the corner from your apartment, you ordered your own meals but shared a dessert and then shared a romantic walk in the park.

When you first appeared, Wanda was worried you were an enemy, but she was easily able to read you and realised you were just a friendly stranger. Once the fear was replaced by curiosity Wanda was struck by how cute and sweet you were.

You first met Vision when he and Wanda started meeting up to share information, from their you met Steve and Natasha and Sam when you, Vision and Wanda were attacked by Thanos’ “children”

You and Wanda have been together a little over two years now.

Every Sunday you and Wanda like to take turns teaching each other traditional meals of your culture and eating them together whilst watching the stars.

Your first road trip was a train ride from your home in Belgium to Disneyland Paris where you spent a week letting go and pretending you were both just normal people.

The first thing Wanda noticed about you was your easy, bright smile and warm inviting eyes. The kind of thing that makes her feel safe, she also noticed a glint of mischief in your eyes, one which was bittersweet as it reminded her of her brother.

Your favourite food to eat together (second to any traditional meals you make together) is probably pastries from a nearby bakery. You love to eat them in the park where you had your first date.

You hardly ever argue but when you do it’s about you being too trusting and letting people in because it ends in pain when you are let down. Otherwise you argue about Wanda put herself in danger and taking risks when she is meant to be undercover.

You love to watch comedies together and just relax, it usually involves your head in her lap as she runs her fingers through her hair. Other times she is in your lap and you are playing with her hair as she reads you Romanian poetry.

Wanda loves how kind and pure you are, it’s very refreshing from all the angst within the avengers, but she also likes that you aren’t naïve and understand all her emotions, not just the good ones.

Wanda hates the way you put yourself down, she sees you as perfect and yet you treat yourself like you don’t matter.

Your dream future is to one day live somewhere peaceful and quaint, maybe open up a bakery or café and live above it. Away from superhero work and dangerous situations, you just want to live the normal life. Get married, get a cat

You met at the museum, you were a university student fascinated by every single exhibit with knowledge on par with Diana’s herself. You were correcting an up himself tour guide and Diana couldn’t help but laugh which drew your attention to her. From their she took you on a private tour, even taking you to the things not on display yet.

Your first date was at a small French restaurant, Diana seemed to know the owners. She helped you chose your meal as she knew all the best things. You later went back to the museum and she showed you some new art they had just gotten in. She helped you climb onto the roof of the building and you watched the sunset together.

Diana’s first impression of you was that you were bright and brilliant. A rose in a field of weeds and wanted to get to know you better. She hadn’t felt this way in a long time.

You didn’t meet the women of her island until two years into your relationship but she told you stories of them long before that.

You and Diana have been together nearly five years now and looking forward to many more to come.

You bring Diana snacks and meals to the museum otherwise she will forget to eat and in return she’ll show you knew artefacts while you eat together.

Your first trip was to Europe after she found out you had never travelled. She showed you the places of her past and told you about her old war buddies and Steve, you helped her make happier memories to sit alongside the old ones.

The first thing Diana noticed about you was this look in your eye as you corrected the guide, the slight curve of your lip and the stance of your body. There was just something about it, she couldn’t tell if you reminded her of herself or Steve.

Your favourite food to eat together is tied between ice cream and gelato. Sometimes you get one each and share whilst watching the footy together, you can’t tell who gets louder and more excited.

You and Diana rarely butt heads, the only time you do is when you’re trying to help her with Justice League stuff and putting yourself in danger. Which causes you to remind her that she does the exact same thing.

You love to create memories and take photos, making albums and scrapbooks to look at together. You also love going to football games together and cheering on your team.

Diana loves how you make each other happy, she loves that with one word she can make you smile and that with one sentence she can make you laugh.

She hates how unsure of yourself you are, how your anxiety holds you back because she feels you deserve the world.

Your dream future together is to move into a nice house together, have pets and maybe even a baby. Once the world is safe and she can devote everything she has to you and your family.

You met at the home, you arrived many years after Emma with the gift to grow flowers with a touch and she was tasked with showing you around and getting you settled.

Your first date was underwater, watching the fish and exploring the ocean floor, collecting shells and trinkets.

The first think Emma thought upon seeing you was that you had a large smile that you shared with everyone but hidden within your eyes was a deep sadness.

You met her family upon your arrival and tour, managing to become friends with everyone at the home as if you’d been there for years.

You’ve now been together at least 50 years, but it’s honestly hard to keep track, though you always celebrate your anniversary in some way, no matter how many years have passed.

Every year, on the anniversary of the day you first met you go out to an isolated field and grow flowers to make flower crowns and daisy chains together. If the weather is bad you will instead head out to the old shipwrecks and attempt to grow flowers underwater.

The first thing Emma noticed about you was your kind eyes, eyes are the window to the soul, they tell a story. Some eyes show a guarded person, or a person with secrets, you had the eyes of a person with the weight of the world on their shoulders but you still held hope.

Emma loves to make pastries and other sweets with you to enjoy together on a picnic in the meadow of the beach. Together you dream of a better future, a future spent together. Living a life where neither of you have to worry about your powers or the outside world or anyone wishing to cause you harm.

You and will met in the middle of the year in your first year of middle school, you were new to town and he was asked to show you around the school and where your classes were. You soon made friends with a girl in the year above you but never forgot the cute and quiet boy who was your first friend.

You and you friend went to the arcade together and Will and his friends were there too. You and Will soon branched off together away from the others. You awkwardly played games together and he used his tickets to buy you a bear.

The years went by and through your friends meddling you eventually got together. You learned Will was caring and smart. Will learned you were a passionate and loving friend but he never forgot the day he first saw you. A small, quiet girl with a smile brighter than the sun. You have been together nearly two years now and even though you are young and not even in high school your relationship is mature and blossoming into something real that could last a lifetime.

When Will went missing your heart broke. You snuck out late at night to search for him with his friends. You were the first one to accept El into the group and leant her some of your clothes and other old things. When they pulled his body from the quarry you felt as if you couldn’t breathe, your life seemed to stop and everyone seemed to slow down around you. Though you and the boys didn’t think he was actually dead that funeral still was the hardest thing to ever happen to you.

The second Will came back you ran to him and crushed him into a huge hug. Once you pulled away you placed a gentle kiss on his lips (your first kiss).

The years went by, and El came back, Will was possessed and Max came along but you got through it all. You got through it by thinking about how there was a light at the end of the tunnel, if you could solve the problems and fix things you could get Will back. You danced all night long at the Snowflake Ball and whispered about your hopes and dreams for the future. No more crazy, evil bad things, finishing a campaign together, beating your high-score on the dance game. Sticking together through it all and never having to be apart again. You may only be young and many may say it won’t last but you both know in your hearts with the feelings and memories you share you will be together for as long as you both shall live.

You and Rose Tico met when Finn and her came to you and Poe with a plan. Poe told you to go with them in case they needed your help to get them out of any sticky situations, you could talk your way out of almost anything, and if that failed you were a great shot with your blaster.

You couldn’t help but smile at Rose every time your eyes met, she was so sweet and earnest and pure and you were drawn to her sweet disposition. With all the drama of the mission and the betrayal and the fighting you didn’t have much time to truly get to know each other but you did share a brief kiss after she almost died saving Finn.

After you were all rescued by Rey you spent every moment of your time by Rose’s bedside waiting for her to wake from her medically induced coma. You told her stories of your past and life, about your home planet and losing your family, how you came to join the rebellion and your slight connection to the force. Nothing like Rey’s or Kylo’s but enough that you could pick up on people aura’s, you could sense there stronger emotions and thoughts emanating from their being.

When she woke up you spent her time helping her rebuild her strength and stopped her exerting herself too much lest she negatively impact her healing. She in turn told you about her past and her sister and her hopes and dreams. By the time a year had passed you knew you were gone on her and vice versa.

The two of you were never apart, joint at the hip and whispering to each other like you held the secrets of the world. You spoke about winning the rebellion and retiring somewhere quiet. A small planet with a tiny but close population, maybe you’d build a house together on a hill with lots of land for rescue creatures to graze. You’d take in orphan children and give them the family you always wished you had.

You and Sansa met upon her arrival to King’s Landing. You were the eldest Baratheon child (and the only legitimate one at that, though you didn’t know about that) and the only one that could keep Joffrey in line. You were the only one that could and would talk to him however you wanted without fear of retribution. You were a mediator between him and his terrible treatment to Sansa.

You would hold her close as she cried herself to sleep at night and let her squeeze your hand tight whenever you were around any other Baratheon’s, especially Cersei and Joffrey. You tried to save her father’s life but that ended only in bruises and tears, but you promised to save her sister and got her out of the palace before any harm could befall her.

You comforted her before and after the wedding and any beatings you couldn’t prevent you were sure to soothe and heal. Somewhere along the line your protective feelings evolved to romantic, and hers did too. Though you knew it was impossible to act upon them lest you wanted her to end up dead.

After the end of the marriage she pressed her soft lips to yours in the privacy of your chambers. When she was made to marry your uncle you promised her things would be okay. Together you and Tyrion dripped lambs blood on his sheets and worked together to keep up appearances but behind his closed doors you laughed and drank wine all while holding Sansa’s hand and her heart.

#ships #ship requests #requests #got #dceu #mcu #star wars #stranger things

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harringtonandthehair · 6 years

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Selected Brother

AU for 1x09: The Gate. Steve gets all the kids out of the tunnel, and Max and Dustin can't stop panicking over their selected brother. Not a deathfic. Oneshot.

“Dustin! Come on!”

His friends’ voices were ringing his ear and the demodogs were so close, so close. They were almost upon him and Steve and he barely registered the teen’s arms wrapping around him and hoisting him up. He grabbed the rope, swallowing. He was going to get out of this and they were all going to be okay and it was so hot -

Mike’s sweaty hand grabbed his own and hoisted him up right as he felt movement underneath, his hands shaking as his mind registered that they weren’t all out.

“STEVE!”

It was when Max screamed that he knew, before looking. Lucas shouted desperately, trying to dive in the tunnels with his arm stretched.

Dustin turned around and, with a horrified expression, saw the older boy falling, with the demodogs jumping on him, at least one of them digging its claws into his skin.

“NO!” Lucas shouted as Mike grabbed him around the waist before he could fall in.

Dustin was panicking. His breaths were coming out short and he felt like he was choking as he watched, everything happening in slow motion.

Mike’s face was looking beyond horrified; all of a sudden there was tears streaming down his cheeks, or was it just Dustin? Maybe it was him, he didn’t know, he just knew he had to get down there because those dogs were trampling all over Steve and he was down there alone and he had lifted him up at the last second.

Max was looking sick. She was the only one who had continued to stare down as the dogs went, not closing her eyes or looking away. She was screaming hysterically, shrieking, “Help him! Oh God, help him!”

Could they help him if he wasn’t there anymore?

“They’re gone!” Mike shouted but Dustin couldn’t look again. Had Steve yelled? He must have, but it might have gotten mixed with their own screams.

If he had yelled, it wouldn’t have been out of surprise, right? Just out of pain, because he knew - he must have known - that once he hiked Dustin up there’d be no time for him too. And the thought made him nauseous and so relieved at the same time. It could have been him if Steve decided to just leave it and climb up himself.

And he wanted to throw up and he was disgusted that he felt relieved. He didn’t want to feel that, he just wanted to help the older boy and - oh, this had been such a terrible idea, and he’d tried to stop them.

This time, Dustin knew he was crying.

“Help me get him out of there!” Lucas was yelling, with a tight grip on the rope.

“Lucas, you can’t! How are we going to hoist him up?” Mike shouted, even though he was crying too.

“WE’RE NOT LEAVING HIM THERE!” Max screamed, her face pale and sick. “He could still be breathing! Get him out, I’ll get him out!”

She knew she was close to throwing up. She could feel it. But the only thing going through her mind was that the guy who had stood up to her brother for her and Lucas was now lying with his eyes closed and blood soaking his shirt.

She didn’t want this. She would take her home life and a never ending cycle of Billy’s abuse over this. She didn’t want to see someone die. Just minutes ago, she’d been feeling so grown-up, having stood up to Billy and driving a car, and now, she was fully registering that her and Lucas and Dustin and Mike were all kids, and that this stuff wasn’t cool, none of it was…

“I’ll go down and push him up,” she said shakily, “then you guys can pull me out. Please. Please.”

Dustin finally said something, his voice barely understandable as he blubbered the words out. “I - we - we’ll b-both go, Lucas, Mike, you pull him up.”

Thank God someone else was on her side. Now it didn’t matter if the other two disagreed, not that they looked like they did. Her and Dustin jumped down and Dustin dropped to his knees.

“Shit, shit, shit, come on, man, shit,” Dustin let out a stream of curses as they both picked up the teen. This wasn’t going to be easy, he was heavy and if he wasn’t - wasn’t dead, then they could injure him more if they dropped him.

But he’d been trampled on, Max thought, tasting her own tears, how could he not be dead?

“Come on, lift up his legs.”

Dustin did as she said while she slid her arms under Steve’s, and together, they lifted him up. Mike and Lucas both had their arms outstretched, and Max first raised him enough for them to grab Steve’s arms before she held his legs and pushed him all the way.

“Does he have a p-pulse?” Dustin shouted.

There wasn’t a response right away, so Max screamed.

“DOES HE HAVE A PULSE OR NOT, SHITHEADS?”

Mike gasped out loud before shouting, “He’s got a pulse!”

She felt as though she was going to fall over from the relief that went through her head, and, looking at Dustin, she knew he felt the same. The nausea was replaced by dizziness in almost an instant.

Before she knew it, they were out of the tunnels and they were getting Steve into the car. Max had a dull buzz in her head, saying that if she didn’t drive fast enough, he would die of blood loss.

She drove like a crazy person. Zoomer, she kept telling herself, she was a zoomer and she was going to get Steve back to one of the adults.

And she did get there. With Lucas screaming directions and Mike and Dustin screaming for her to slow down so that they could cover up Steve’s injuries, and then her own self inwardly screaming that they couldn’t afford to slow down.

Dustin panicked when he saw that no one was back yet - in fact, he was close to hyperventilating until he squeezed Steve’s arm again and felt a pulse. Him and Mike had used their bandanas and found a girl’s dress in the back of the car that they ripped up, all to cover any places the teen was bleeding from.

His face was looking even worse now. The dogs had definitely run over it.

If someone were to give Dustin the nail bat right then, he might go after the dogs and beat the shit out of them, one by one.

“Look!”

A car was pulling up - Jonathan’s car. All of them leaped out of Billy’s car, screaming and running towards them as they got out, Will in Jonathan’s arms.

“He’s okay!” Mrs. Byers said with a teary smile, misunderstanding their panic.

Mike was the one who grabbed her arm, tugging on her and shouting as her expression slowly grew into one of panic.

“It’s Steve!” Dustin screamed, trying to get her to hear, to understand, that Steve needed help, right away.

He didn’t know if Mrs. Byers heard him properly. But she was frantically running towards the car anyway, and she let out a soft cry when she saw the boy, yelling out for Jonathan to help her.

“Hurry!” Lucas shouted, as Jonathan gave Will to Nancy, who was looking rather worse for wear herself. They all did.

With Jonathan helping, him and Mrs. Byers carried Steve out, taking him to the house. Nancy gasped, turning to Mike. “What did you do? Where did you go?”

“Doesn’t matter!” he shouted (and Dustin knew it wasn’t because he was trying to avoid getting in trouble, he was just sick with worry for everyone at this point). “Get him inside!”

As Mike, Lucas, and Max tried to explain Billy’s unconscious form, Dustin stared at Steve. He...it had started to seem like they were developing a brotherly relationship. And he would be an awesome older brother. He was awesome. He was cool, and brave...and…

He was way too brave, for sure.

Nancy had laid Will down in Mrs. Byers’ room before rushing back, helping Jonathan and his mom as they took out the first aid kid.

“Where is he most injured?”

“I - I don’t know,” Dustin said, feeling hopeless, “he’s bleeding from the stomach but they ran all…” He choked up lightly as the vivid image passed through his mind, but kept talking. “They ran all over him, he could have bruises everywhere.”

Nancy looked as ill as he felt. Jonathan had a steely, determined expression, while Mrs. Byers’s fingers were shaking as she raised the stitches.

He couldn’t watch. He couldn’t.

There was another rumble of a car and Dustin took the opportunity, running out the front door, where Hopper and El had just come back.

The gate was closed. It was over. But it wasn’t over.

“Hey, what happened? What’s wrong?” Hopper was frowning at him, walking closer with El pressed to his side. He was holding her to support her.

Dustin couldn’t answer - everything was wrong - but he didn’t have to. Hopper easily looked over his shoulder and hissed out, “Holy shit,” as he guided Eleven in, yelping when he saw Billy.

Max was staring, terrified, transfixed, as Will’s mom stitched Steve up. The chief has just come in with El but she didn’t break her gaze away from the teenage boy, his head to the side, his hair a mess.

Now that Mrs. Byers was stitching, his face started moving. He made pained expressions in his sleep, but even that, in some sick way, was relieving, because that meant he was alive.

She didn’t even realize how tightly she was gripping Lucas’s hand. There was a lump in her throat.

Her stepbrother was out cold because he was a dick, and this random boy she had just met had risked his life for her about three times today. Everything was so messed up.

“He’ll be okay,” Lucas mumbled softly, and she believed him, but she didn’t know if she herself would be okay after tonight.

Or if any of them would be.

When Steve woke up, Max was there. She had made sure she would be, refusing to leave his side the whole night. Same with Dustin.

The sun was rising. The two had been told told to go to sleep numerous times, but they didn’t. Mike and Lucas and even Eleven had tried to stay up, but they passed out soon enough.

But Max knew, even with her eyes feeling like they were going to fall off any second now, that it was so worth it.

Steve groaned and Dustin’s head snapped up. They both ran over to him (they were in Will’s room now) and peered over as he slowly blinked, and then gazed up at them, his eyes widening.

“Fucking...hell…” His words came out weak. “Where are we?”

“The Byers’ house,” she responded, feeling herself tear up again.

“Shit, everything hurts.” Steve groaned lightly as he blinked a couple of times. “Hey, what’s up with you two? Did...God, did Will…? Or that girl? Eleven?”

“No!” Dustin whisper shouted, before flinging his arms around the older boy. “You, you idiot! You!”

Steve looked completely baffled, and he turned to face Max for an explanation, but she only shook her head and went for his other side. She couldn’t think about anything except…

He was alive. He was awake. And she was so, so tired.

Despite clinging to him, Max knew both her and Dustin were being really gentle, otherwise they could make his injuries worse.

She pressed against his side, and as Steve’s arms hesitantly went up and around them, she knew that this was what an older brother should feel like. What she wanted it to feel like.

“It’s okay, guys. I’m okay. We’re okay. Have you two slept at all?” Steve was looking out at the bright light forcing its way into the room. “Jesus, go to sleep, dipshits. I’m not getting up any time soon.”

Dustin’s eyes were already closed in front of her, and Max didn’t know if he was asleep yet, but she was more than ready to follow suit.

Her decided brother’s arm draped over her back, she closed her eyes and drifted off, at peace for the first time since she had snuck out of her house yesterday.

Joyce would walk in half an hour later to see Dustin and Max, pressed up against Steve, his arms wrapped around them and then clinging to him in some way, with all three of them fast asleep.

I have a midterm tomorrow, but my dumbass writer’s instinct thought it would be a good idea to write 2100 words instead. It’s half an hour to midnight. I am deceased. Please review.

#stranger things #max mayfield #dustin henderson #steve harrington #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #joyce byers #valkyrie stories

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