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Not sure if anyone even uses this site anymore but ya girl has fallen on some hard times. I will gladly take writing commissions for band members, movie/TV characters, and actors! Check out my masterlist to see if you'd be interested in my work! I'll do $5 for small works (500-1000 words) and $10 for larger works/series (2000+ words or multiple parts). Let me know if you're interested!

Sticky and Sweet

Dacre Montgomery x Reader

Summary: This is based on Gaten’s IMDB (i think) “Best Interview Ever”. Y/N is new to the set of Stranger Things 3. Her character has multiple scenes with Billy so she’s become close with Dacre. When Y/N needs a hand with something for an interview, she knows just who to call.

Y/C/N: Your Character’s name

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“Y/N! Thanks for joining us today!” The interviewer sat behind the camera while you took a seat in one of the plush chairs in the makeshift living room you’d be shooting in.

“Thank you! It’s great to be here!” you smiled brightly. This press tour had been a long one, exhaustion quickly catching up to you. You were tired, but you wouldn’t let it stop you from giving interviews and meeting fans. You’d been lucky enough to make it onto one of the biggest shows in the world, the least you could do was sit, smile, and give a few behind the scenes tidbits for the public to enjoy. 

“So, Y/N, are you up for a little game today?” the interviewer asked, shuffling the cue cards in his hands. You nodded excitedly. Normally you’d just sit in your chair and answer questions, so games were a welcome change.

“Ok. We’ll start small. Would you rather have a Steve Harrington temporary tattoo, or a Billy Hargrove temporary tattoo?” You readjusted yourself in your chair, tucking your legs under yourself.

“Well I guess I have to go with Billy since we spent so much time together.” you laughed. One of the producers brought you a sponge, a cup of water and the Billy tattoo. “I like this game! Let’s do another one!” You carefully peeled the plastic layer off the tattoo, letting the wet sponge soak the temporary ink onto your skin.

“Alright! Moving on, Would you rather have a Hopper Sheriff hat or a Will Byers haircut?”

“This is a hard one...um let’s go with the Hopper hat.” The hat was placed on your head while you carefully peeled the paper layer from your temporary tattoo. You held your forearm up to the camera. “Nailed it!” The camera crew laughed.

“Ok next one!” The interviewer called, also clearly enjoying himself. “Would you rather have 11 pounds of waffles or an 11 pound waffle sundae?”

“Well it’s 9am and I haven’t had breakfast so I’ll gladly take 11 pounds of waffles.”

It took two crew members to carry the giant stack of waffles to the little table that had been set in front of your comfy chair. There was a dish of butter and a large jug of maple syrup placed beside them and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh my god this is the weirdest thing I’ve ever done” you picked up the knife and fork, not knowing where to start. “This is a crap ton of waffles, I might have to phone a friend to come help me eat these!” you joked.

“You totally could if you wanted to!” the interviewer replied. “We’d love to get your friends’ opinions on the progress and storyline of the show.”

You dug your phone out of your pocket, scrolling through your contacts. Joe and Maya had an interview at a radio studio across town, Charlie and Natalia were headed to a charity event and the kids were probably looking forward to spending their day off at the hotel pool. You smiled as you came across the name you’d been looking for, tapping the ‘call’ button and waiting for the ringing to start.

“Mmmwhat?” a sleepy voice answered. 

Lucky

Bucky x reader

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Request: I love your writing! Could you please write something where Seb or Bucky and the reader and married with kids? Maybe she's pregnant and gets injured or they get in a fight or something. Angst then sweet fluff? I love the Proud Dad series, so cute! Thanks for sharing your talent and passion with us! 😁💗 🇷🇴 Keep on writing! Melting-marmalade-moons 🌙

A/N: I picked Bucky for this since I don’t have a lot of Dad!Bucky fics and thank you to @Melting-marmalade-moons for requesting. Tumblr won’t let me tag you for some reason :( There is angst, and domestic bucky

“No.”

“Bucky, come on!”

“Are you seriously no-”

“It’s not happening.” He bent to pick up the laundry basket in front of you, turning down the hall as he exited the room.You sighed, thoroughly annoyed. Here we go again...

“Bucky, you’re being ridiculous. This is an in and out mission! It’s not like I’m going to-”

“You are NOT coming. I won’t say it again.” You nearly bumped into his back as he stopped short in front of the washing machine. You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched Bucky angrily throw a load of towels into the washer. 

“How is this any different than last time?” You hadn’t meant to snap, but Bucky’s shoulders stiffened and he slammed the lid of the washing machine shut, the metal creaking and nearly bending under the force of his hand.

“How is it different? HOW IS IT DIFFERENT?!” He took a step away from you, threading his fingers through his hair. You could tell he was trying to compose himself, quiet whispers escaping his lips. Coordinates. Bucky recited them to calm himself: the location of your first date, the venue for your wedding reception, the hospital where your son was born....

 “It’s different because it’s not just us anymore.” he said, plucking a toddler-sized T-shirt from a folded pile on the dryer. He gently tossed the fabric at you before turning on his heel and exiting the laundry room. “Please don’t ask me again.”

The crack in his voice giving away the true reason behind his unease at your joining the team for an upcoming mission.

He was worried...

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I’ve got a Bucky (Marvel) imagine coming out tonight and A Dacre Montgomery (ST3) imagine coming out on Saturday.

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I write for The Dirt/Motley Crue, Marvel (Bucky and Steve) and Stranger things Billy, Steve, Jonathan).

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I write for the following fandoms/characters:

The Dirt/Motley Crue

Marvel (Bucky & Steve)

Stranger Things (Billy, Steve, Jonathan)

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Wild Child

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Based on Wild Child by W.A.S.P. (basically the song is Billy. Trust me)

This could become a multi-part fic. Let me know if you’d like me to continue it!

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Warnings: jealous Billy, swearing, the usual suspects

Billy’s car jerked to a halt in the parking lot, nearly knocking Max out of her seat. 

“Asshole...” she mumbled under her breath. Normally Billy would have sent her a threatening glare and told her to ‘get the fuck out of my car’ and make her walk home when school was over. However today he was distracted. Today he was too focused on Y/N leaned up against the side of James Radford’s car, grinning up at the soccer star and batting her eyelashes. She hugged her chemistry textbook close to her chest, laughing. He could see the delicate white eyelet lace of her blouse’s collar and the edge of what he suspected was her favorite lavender sweater peeking out from the unzipped lapels of James’ varsity jacket. God damn...he wanted her.

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Hi everyone! Requests are open for Stranger Things imagines! I will NOT write for the kids!!

You can check out some of my other fics HERE 

Characters:

Wild Child (Billy x Reader)

Actors:

Sticky and Sweet (Dacre Montgomery x reader)

Someone You Loved

Nikki x Reader

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Based on: Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi

A/N: This is angsty af

“I can’t do this anymore...”  

Those were the last words Nikki said before he climbed into his car and sped off into the night. There was no emotion on his face, no sign of sadness, anger, regret...anything. The statement came completely out of the blue, his bags packed by the door when you’d arrived home from work. It looked as though he was trying to make a clean getaway, trying to be sure he was gone before you got home... trying to avoid saying goodbye.

You stood on the balcony of your apartment building, watching his tail lights get smaller and smaller until your unshed tears blurred them out of existence. You didn’t know whether to scream, cry, or follow him and demand an explanation. You slammed the front door closed behind you, your back sliding down the wood and peeling paint until you hit the floor with a dull thud. All you wanted to do was love him, be there for him. You would’ve left everything for him, your comfort zone didn’t exist with Nikki. He was all you need... well... needed. That’s when the tears came, and you had a feeling they wouldn’t stop.

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My knuckles were white as I gripped the steering wheel, weaving in and out of the lanes of traffic as quickly as I could, trying to put as much distance between me and the damage I’d just caused. She wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour and a half. I wasn’t supposed to see the disappointment on her face. I scrubbed angrily at my cheek, the lone tear being the first crack in the wall of composure I’d so carefully built when I decided it was a good idea to leave. I loved her, I couldn’t deny that. But I also couldn’t deny that my fucked up past would eventually catch up to me. I wouldn’t put her through that... I couldn’t. She was that single ray of sunlight that broke through the dark clouds just when you thought the rain would go on forever.

I pulled over, slamming the car door shut behind me as I paced the side of the road. Cars whizzed past me, headlights and taillights blurring together. I didn’t realize I was crying until my back hit the car door, sliding down til i was seated on the damp pavement. I ran my hands through my hair, my fingertips catching on the tangles. It stung, but nothing could compare to the feeling of knowing that I’d just hurt the one person I’d ever truly loved. I got too comfortable. I was fooling myself if I thought I could have a normal life with her. I guess I got too used to being loved...

Secrets and Cigarettes

Nikki x Reader

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A/N: This is waaaay longer than I expected it to be lol. I might actually make it two parts! Hope you like it!!

Anon request:  I have no idea if you’re taking requests or not but I do enjoy your writing style and was wondering if I could get a Nikki request where the reader is Mick’s sister and her and Nikki have to keep there relationship a secret but tommy finds out and accidentally snitches at one of their after parties

Taglist: @helenaellie

The walk from the hotel lobby to the tour bus was a short one, only the length of a small parking lot separating you from the slight amount of quiet the large silver vehicle would provide. Even through the lobby doors, you could hear the excited chants of the fans outside Though you’d been on the road with your brother’s band for nearly a year, you still hadn’t gotten used to the shrill screams of the hundreds of fans that followed the guys everywhere they went. Mick had tried to prepare you for the complications of their new lifestyle but you’d never imagined it would be like this. Just last week, you’d been cornered in the bathroom of one of the venues, nearly a dozen girls asking for souvenirs or room keys from your brother and his bandmates. Mick hadn’t let you out of his sight after that.   

“You ok?” 

Nikki gently nudged your elbow with his own as he set his bag beside yours, reaching to hand his hotel room key back to the front desk manager. You gave him a short nod and a small smile, leaning over to place your purse on top of your suitcase while you waited for the other boys to arrive. Mick was first, a security guard taking him directly to the bus so he could sit down. The late nights and busy days were proving to be difficult for your brother. You could tell he was in pain, but he put on a brave face. 

Tommy followed, supporting a semi-intoxicated Vince with one arm and waving to a pretty hotel worker with the other. Nikki chuckled beside you, placing an unlit cigarette between his lips and reaching for the handle of his suitcase. He lifted your purse from where it sat beside you, fingertips gently grazing your skin as he slid the strap up your arm until he reached your shoulder. This was the most physical contact the two of you had had in days, your brother’s watchful eye preventing anything more than a brush of his hand against the inside of your wrist or your fingertips resting on his shoulder as you passed him on the moving bus.

You let out a sigh, unable to lean into his touch before a security guard came to get your bags, ushering you out into the throng of fans.