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petertingle-yipyip · 2 years

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SWEET HIBISCUS TEA - STEVEN GRANT

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Word Count: 3,326

Summary: A day in the museum leads to a missed date… Which leads to a second date?

Sometimes, it was easy to forget why you moved to London.

It was really nice overall and you loved the views and the rain, but the people sometimes made you want to kick yourself. They were pushy and always in a rush, short in response and rather stuck-up. But you were always kind enough, offering small conversation when at work or trying to help people that were struggling to carry too much. They tended to just shoo you away or say as few words as possible - most times without so much as a ‘thank you’ - so you spent more time to yourself than with any sort of social group.

Not that you minded that much.

You were wandering your favorite museum one afternoon by yourself. You finally had time to intently spend time at the Ancient Egyptian exhibit and you were beyond excited. It was the most interesting in your opinion, so you saved it for a day when you had nothing to do but wander the museum. Though that excitement was short-lived when you couldn’t find someone to show you around.

You walked the area four or five times, but it seemed to have no one working at the time other than the few security guards posted near exits. With a small huff, you turned to find anyone who worked at the museum for help.

“Excuse me?” You asked the man at the gift shop counter.

His head shot up quickly and you made a small noise of surprise. You took a quiet moment to see him, curly hair that was a slight mess. Wide, kind eyes that carried his lack of sleep. A jacket that seemed intended to hide him from the world.

“Hello.” He smiled slightly. “How can I help?”

“I was over at the Egypt displays but I can’t find any tour guides.” You explained with a polite smile. “It’s just..” You sighed and his brows raised slightly. “I’m kinda excited to finally have time to be over there and I don’t wanna waste it. I know it’s a little dorky but..”

“It’s not dorky at all.” He shook his head.

“You don’t think so?” You chuckled nervously.

“Not at all.” He smiled and you grinned back, feeling your nerves settle a bit at his kindness. “Egypt, yeah. Yeah, that’s my favorite exhibit, actually.” He nodded excitedly and your smile grew a little wider.

You couldn’t stop yourself from taking the opportunity.

“Maybe you could show me around then? I bet you know all the fun facts..”

His cheeks flushed slightly.

“Unless there’s someone already over there?” You tried somewhat awkwardly to recover.

“I would.” He nodded quickly, holding a hand to his chest and the other out towards you. “I would love to, but I- I can’t. I’m not a tour guide. Just-“ He picked up one of the items from the basket on the counter before dropping it. “Just work the gift shop. But if you want jelly scorpions, I’m your man.”

“As tempting as those are…” You laughed and he chuckled lightly. “I actually have some time to wait.” You offered as you leaned your palms onto the counter. “I’m not in any hurry if you want to show me around after your shift?”

“I’d love to, yeah.” He smiled widely. “Yeah, definitely. Uh-“ He looked around until he found the clock on the wall behind him. “I’m off in about half hour.”

“Perfect.” You smiled and he grinned. “I’ll be on that bench.” You pointed to one of the benches near the gift shop.

“Alright.” He nodded with a smile. “See ya in a bit.”

You gave a quick nod with a smile before heading to your chosen bench. You pulled your old sketch pad from your bag, along with your thermos. You kept stealing peaks at the man behind the counter as your pencil glided along the pages, creating a quick sketch of your soon to be personal tour guide. You sipped your tea while creating your drawing, and by time he met up with you again, your drawing and tea were done.

“Hiya.” He said gently, fingers fiddling with each other as he stood in front of you.

“Hey, perfect timing.” You smiled and you saw him light up. “This is for you.” You ripped out the drawing and handed it to him.

“Wow.” He sighed as he examined the drawing. You were tucking your pad, pencil, and cup away while he simply stared at the drawing. “It’s amazing.”

You chuckled and shifted your bag on your shoulder. “Thanks. Just something quick to pass the time.” You shrugged.

“Oh!” He said suddenly and you quirked a brow. “These are for you.”

“Wow.” You smirked as he handed you the small bag of candies. “My own bag of jelly scorpions. Thank you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s nothing.” He tried to seem casual but you could see the smile he was trying to hold back.

“Ready?”

He nodded excitedly before safely tucking the drawing into his own bag. He motioned for you to follow and you did, listening intently to every word he said. You knew it wouldn’t all stick, but maybe that’d be an excuse to come back and have him show you around again.

Your attention was caught on him more often than the exhibits. You watched his eyes light up and the expressions he made as he gestured to the displays or pointed to a small detail someone else wouldn’t have noticed. You had been snacking on the candies he gave you and you made sure to offer him one when he met your eyes every so often. It always made him trip over his words when your eyes got soft and you tilted the bag towards him.

He got particularly excited to point out an error on the promotional banner so he grabbed your hand and tugged you behind him. You let out a small shriek of surprise before you giggled as you two practically ran across the exhibit.

“Oy, Stevie!” A woman called out suddenly, interrupting his explanation of the two missing deities. “I swear if that’s you again.”

“Steven.” He muttered with a roll of his head, as if he was tired of her getting his name wrong. “Hello, Donna.”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Actually, I’m glad you’re here. There’s been a major blunder on the prom-“

“You’re not a bloody tour guide.” She scolded. “How many times I gotta tell you that?”

“No, I know. But you see, I’m not wor-“

“I don’t wanna hear it.” She held a hand in front of him to silence him. He immediately stopped talking, shrinking in on himself a bit.

“Hang on.” You stepped in, squeezing his hand slightly. He looked over at you quickly as if he had forgotten your hands were intertwined. “I asked him to show me around. No one else was around and I walked the area at least five times… You can’t get mad at him when your actual tour guides are nowhere to be found.”

“I-“ She began, as if your defense was clearly unexpected. “I’m sorry, but he’s not a tour guide. Let me get you on with someone who is. He just works the gift shop.”

“And?” You shrugged and her jaw fell open a bit. “He’s not working right now, making this none of your business. Not to mention he clearly knows more about this than anyone else in this place.”

“What is this?” She chuckled in annoyance, pointing between you and him. “Some shabby excuse for a date?”

“I don’t like you.” You said plainly with a tilt of your head.

She huffed and shot him a glare before stomping off. You made a face of disdain behind her back before side stepping and standing in front of your new friend. He was still watching the lady - Donna - walking away with an annoyed expression on his face.

“Hey..” You said gently, shaking the hands that were still connected. “You okay?”

“Hmm?” His attention snapped to you. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. She does that all the time.” He shrugged.

“She’s awful.” You frowned and he chuckled.

“A bit, yeah.” He nodded.

“You were telling me about the banner?” You tried, seeing if you could get his focus back on something that excited him.

“Right.” He smiled slightly before going back into his rant about the missing gods.

By the time he had walked you through the entire exhibit, it was dark out. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed but it made sense considering just how much knowledge he was able to give you. You two were walking down the steps, your arms linked together.

“That was really fun.” You smiled softly. “Thanks for taking the time.”

“Yeah, no, pleasure’s all mine. Thanks for listening.” He said nervously.

“I’m Y/N, by the way… Don’t remember if I said that already.”

“Steven.” He smiled. “With a- With a V…” He drew the letter with his free hand and it made you giggle.

“Well, Steven.” You turned to face him. “There’s a bookstore down the way that I was gonna visit tomorrow… Do you wanna come with me?”

“Are…” He chuckled nervously. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“Yeah.” You laughed and he smiled widely.”Yeah, I am.”

He nodded excitedly before clearing his throat and nodding once firmly. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Great.” You smiled. “Here’s my number.” You wrote your phone number on the back of his hand. “I’ll meet you here around 10am and we’ll go together. How’s that?”

“10am. Yup. Perfect.” He nodded quickly.

You giggled slightly before leaning up and putting a gentle kiss on his cheek. You didn’t really know him but something about him was so sweet and welcoming, you felt drawn to him.

“You smell like hibiscus.” He said gently, in awe almost.

“Yeah, sorry, it was my tea.” You giggled.

“It’s nice.”

“You’re very sweet.” You said softly and you saw a blush cross his cheeks. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The next morning, you sat on the museum steps. You doodled in your sketch pad, a random tree on the other side of the street or a dog that was rummaging through the trash can. You drew the weeds that were breaking through cracks in the sidewalk and a kid with a balloon at the bus stop.

You checked your phone and saw no messages, no missed calls. The time was about half past ten so you sighed sadly. Steven had missed your date, and you were so busy getting lost in his big brown puppy dog eyes that you didn’t get his number. So you packed up and went to the bookstore on your own.

Days later, you were at work. The diner was bustling and you had finally reached a point where all your tables were taken care of. You were talking to one of the line cooks when your phone vibrated in your apron. You pulled it out and saw a call from an unknown number. You sighed to yourself and stepped away to answer it.

“Hello?” You said simply, hoping to keep the annoyance from your voice.

“Hi.. It’s uh- It’s Steven… From the museum.” He said nervously.

“Yeah, I figured…”

“I’m sorry I missed the bookstore this morning. I overslept and barely woke up and-“

“Steven?” You tried but his rambling continued.

“-and I feel terrible. If there’s anyway I can-“

“Steven.”

“-make it up to you… If you give me another chance, Y/N, I promise-“

“Steven.” You insisted.

“Yeah?”

“That was Sunday…”

“Was?”

“It’s Wednesday.” You explained gently. “Wednesday night.”

You could tell the explanation was genuine, that he was truly sorry that he didn’t show. But sleeping through four days? That didn’t make sense to you.

“What?” He asked sadly. “No, no I- I just woke up.… I- I slept through three and a half days?”

You were quiet for a moment while you thought of a response. Do you ask him on another date? What if it just happens again? He could be lying… But Steven didn’t strike you as a liar or a flake.

“How about this?” You offered. “My shift at the diner is over in about an hour… We can go to dinner after - on me - and talk about what happened. How does that sound?”

“Really?” He asked hopefully and you couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, that’s perfect. And it’s on me. I owe you that much at least.. What diner?”

“Peggy Sue’s, the classic American 50’s place.”

“Right, right, okay. Peggy Sue’s in an hour. See ya then, love.”

“Right.” You smiled with a quick nod before ending the call. You huffed and shoved your phone away, wondering if that was the best decision.

“Y/N! Food’s up!” The cook called.

“On it!” You replied, diving back into work.

The next hour became a nightmare very quickly. You had to cash out all of your tables at seemingly the same time while the hostess sat three more in your section. The other side of the diner was trying to flag you down and ask for things, which you only assisted with because they were small things. A refill on their soda, a new straw, extra napkins, ketchup.

“Where the hell is Sarah?” You asked the line cook when you found a second to catch your breath. A glass of water was slid to you and you offered a salute as thanks.

“Seventeenth smoke break.” He exaggerated and you groaned.

“Are we sure it’s just cigarettes? She seemed a little sniffly to me.” You tapped your nose and exaggerated a sniff as you put your glass down.

He snorted a laugh and slid your next set of plates to you. “Go do your job.” He laughed.

“And hers.” You complained. You were turning with a full tray when the hostess popped up in front of you. You were barely able to stop from dropping the plates on the both of you.

“I sat one in your section.” She said timidly.

“You double sat me?” You groaned and sidestepped her. “Carrie, I need to be out of here on time tonight. I have plans.”

“I know. He’s the last one, I promise..” She hurried as she followed behind you as you shook your head. “But he- he came in asking for you specifically and swore you wouldn’t mind. Not to mention, Sarah is nowhere to be found and her tables are yelling at me and I- I’m gonna cry.”

“Alright. Here’s what we’re gonna do.” You stopped at the pass-out to gather silverware. “Go check on Sarah’s tables. Make sure they have drinks and all their orders are taken. If anyone who doesn’t have food asks about it, just say there was an issue with the system and we input them again. And you can ask what it was so you can ‘double check on it’. That new table- did you get a drink order?”

“I forgot.” She said sadly, her eyes glistening with tears. “But- but he has a menu!”

You sighed slightly.

“Okay, it’s fine. You go to Sarah’s section. I’ll handle mine. And when we get this under control, I’m gonna kill Sarah before I clock out.”

She nodded vigorously and you quickly began figuring out your section. You apologized for delays, nodded while people threw snippy comments at you, and made mental notes of all the new things people were asking for. You finally made your way to the new table, eyes down on your notepad and pen in hand.

“Hi.” You said with fake positivity. “So sorry it took so long. Two girls and a whole diner does not bode well for us.” You laughed weakly. “Can I get a drink started for you? We have sodas, water, tea, and beer. The beer is bottled and tea was brewed a little over an hour ago. I can put it on ice or hot. What are you thinking?”

“Hello.” He said happily, drawing out the word a bit.

You picked your eyes up and saw Steven sitting in front of you. You sighed in amusement and put your hand with your notepad on your hip while you leaned against the booth beside him. He smiled up at you innocently while you chuckled.

“What are you doing?” You asked with a playful accusation.

“I didn’t want to be late again.”

“Waitress!” The other side of the diner called.

“Looks like it’s my turn to apologize.” You sighed and pushed yourself up. “I’ll get you a drink while you wait.”

“A tea is fine.” He nodded. “And take your time. I’d hate to be the reason you rush.”

“Hello? Waitress?”

“Okay, my favorite line cook is working tonight so I can get him to brew this cup fresh.” You winked and he smiled widely. “Green, black, chamomile, or hibiscus?”

“Green.”

“Iced or hot?”

“Waitress!”

“Hot, please.. Do you need to go help them?”

You glanced over your shoulder and saw the couple waving a credit card with an expectant expression. You held a finger up and turned back to Steven.

“They can wait…” You said with a smile and he chuckled. “So hot green tea. Do you like it sweetened? My mom used to sweeten her green tea with honey.”

“Yeah?” He smiled softly and you hummed a response. “Let’s try mum’s way.”

“Perfect. I’ll be right back.”

“Can you make sure you make a hibiscus for yourself?” He added when you turned to leave. “That way you have more reason to come over here.”

“Smooth.” You chuckled before hurrying to the other side.

It took about twenty minutes for you and your hostess to get the diner back under control. You probably could’ve done it sooner if you hadn’t been making your side trips to Steven’s table. But your stops at his table where you got him to smile or he made you laugh made that nightmare of a shift that much better.

Many of the tables yelled at you. Some were understanding. A couple of Sarah’s tables tipped you instead or told you to split it with your hostess. One table even asked about the cook, and when you told them you only had one on staff, they tipped him too. Sarah finally returned and tried to argue with you about stealing her tips, but you pushed past her and flipped her off.

Finally, you were able to meet up with Steven and go out for dinner. He took you to a steak restaurant closer to his apartment and you two were able to get there just before the kitchen closed.

“I wasn’t sure about giving you a second date, yknow.” You teased after about an hour of conversation and jokes.

“Second?” His brows furrowed.

“Yeah.. Our first was the museum.” You nodded simply, answering as if it was obvious.

“Was it?” He chuckled. “Well I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“Mhmm, mhmm. I did.” You grinned.

“If I had realized this was a second date, I would’ve taken you somewhere simpler.” He made a face that made you giggle. “What?” He smiled.

“You picked this place cause you thought it was the first date.” You laughed, dropping your fork and lifting your hand to cover your mouth. “I’m sorry, it’s just- It’s cute. It’s really cute.”

“What?” He laughed with you. “I didn’t wanna look like a- a- a knob.”

“You would’ve been a cute knob.” You nodded with a wide smile still.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re lovely.” He said sweetly, reaching across the table to cover your hand with his. “Especially when you laugh.”

“You think so? Is that why you keep making jokes?” You raised your brows playfully.

“I’d be a stand-up comedian if it’d make you happy.” He smiled softly.

“You’re quite possibly the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.” You said sweetly.

“How’s about a third date then, hmm?” He asked nervously.

“You read my mind.”

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imtryingbuck · 5 months

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Too Late.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n’s Steves girlfriend and she’s been taken by Hydra, will he get to her in time? Will she want to go with him if he does?

Word count: 2,237

Warnings: angst. cheating. nat and steve are terrible people. pregnancy. miscarriage. tiny mention of being sick. swearing. ending is terrible sorry.

A/N: women aren’t failures or less of a woman if they have miscarriages, unfortunately and sadly it’s a natural thing.

Part 2

Masterlist

Why he kept doing it was beyond him.

The first time it happened both swore that it was a mistake, second time was a mistake too. The third time was to blow off steam from a rough mission. The fourth time, a mistake.

Now they’ve lost count of how many mistakes there’s been.

They know there’s been too many “this is the last time” before they end up in the same position.

Even though he knew what he was doing was wrong he just couldn’t stop.

When he woke that morning he knew he had fucked up. In the whole time that they’d been fucking he never fell asleep, he always headed home afterwards. He never once woke up with her in his arms. This was intimate, something that they didn’t do. It was just sex. They barely kissed, it was rough, he barely touched her other than her hips or his hand on her head as he pushed her face further into the pillow, further away from his mind - from his guilt.

Finding his phone he jumped up out of the bed his heart in his throat at the 22 missed calls and the one text message. He made her have a number that she would send to him for emergencies. For when she wasn’t or felt safe.

He received the number 4 in-between the many missed calls.

“Shit, baby pick up.” He chanted as he picked his clothes up off the floor and shoving them on in a hurry.

“St-Steve?” A woman’s voice came from the bed.

“Get up. Somethings wrong with Y/n”

“Shit”

Natasha took the sheet to cover herself as she rose from the bed, her too putting her clothes back on in a hurry.

Steve ran out of the room finding the team in the kitchen, Natasha soon following. “H-has Y/n called any of you? Somethings wrong”

Receiving a chorus of no’s his heart plummeted in to the depth of his stomach. Not giving any thought to it he took off running to the garage.

Speeding through the busy streets Steve kept trying to ring Y/n, heart rate going through the roof every time he heard her voicemail. Not even parking the car he jumped out and ran up to their apartment, Bucky and Sam quick on his heels.

“No no no no no” the door was open halfway.

“Y/n? Baby, I’m home…” he tried, Bucky and Sam swore they never heard Steve’s voice sound so small.

Taking small steps into the apartment he has shared with his girlfriend for the past three years he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

The grey couch was tipped on its side, cushions once nearly placed on said couch now lay on the floor. Pieces of glass from the photo frames they had hung up, littered the ground. Trinkets and ornaments belonging to Y/n, that took her ages to get a nice collection going was broken on the floor amongst the mess.

But that’s not what caused him to loose his breath, no, it was the small puddle of blood in the middle of their living room, droplets leading to where he stood and behind him.

Bucky made his way around the wall that was Steve and did a sweep of the apartment in signs of his best friends girlfriend. Sam took off in the direction of where Bucky was calling his name. Five minutes later they both emerged from the bedroom, Bucky holding two things in his hands.

“S-Steve…”

“What are they?”

“A phone…and um, a…a pregnancy test.” Bucky stuttered out, his heart pounding violently.

“W-what does the test say?” Nat questioned quietly from behind Steve as she stood with the rest of the Avengers.

“It-its positive”

No one moved as Steve hunched over and puked up.

Just as he was about to stand the phone started ringing. Bucky answered and put it on loud speaker.

“You’ve been a naughty boy Steven so we took your girlfriend. You have less then… ten hours to find her, hopefully she won’t be too mad at you. Hail Hydra” the voice on the other end of the phone chuckled darkly before hanging up.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tony demanded.

“I-I don’t know, we need to find her. I can’t lose her”

“We’ll find her don’t worry” Nat says as she put a comforting hand on his arm, Steve looked at her hand in disgust and yanked his arm away as if she had burned him.

“Don’t. Ever. Touch. Me. Again.” Steve growled in her ear quietly, even Bucky didn’t hear.

Her head throbbed, her whole body ached and was sore when she finally came to.

“Ah you’re awake, finally. I’m Conrad and I’ll be here to help you through this very tough time”

“W-where am I?”

“With Hydra darling. Believe it or not but you’re safe, I promise”

“Really? You pricks attacked me and you want me to believe you when you say I’m safe?” She chuckled with a head shake.

“I know, that wasn’t suppose to happen but we didn’t realise that one of Captain Americas girlfriends was so feisty, well we knew one was but not you” he says.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Oh didn’t you know? Weird. Steve has another girlfriend. You know her, Natasha also known as the black widow.”

Her heart cracked but she didn’t believe him, he was a member of Hydra for Christ sake. “Your lying”

“Hold on. Matthews turn the screen on and let’s show our guest where her hero is.”

The bright light from the tv screen she hadn’t even noticed was there, nearly blinded her. Conrad told Matthews to press play, her soul felt like it had died.

There was her boyfriend on six years thrusting in and out of her best friend.

“T-t-turn it o-off”

“No. Look in the right corner where his jeans are, open your eyes and do it Y/n.”

Complying with his order her eyes slowly peeled open and look where he had told her. There on the floor was the jeans she had brought him when he needed some new ones, every few minutes there was a flash.

“Want to know what that is? It’s you, you was ringing him when we came knocking. You was running and hiding ringing for him whilst he was fucking another woman. Matthews fast forward to the best part”

The footage fast forwarded and she saw Steve sleeping and Natasha climbing out of the bed, going to his jeans and picked up his phone she saw all the missed calls but instead of doing anything she put the phone down on the bedside table and climbed back into the bed.

“She’s not very nice is she? She knew you needed him but she didn’t care, that’s not a good friend is it?” Conrad mocked with a chuckle. “D-do you want a drink of water?”

The change in his tone confused her, one minute he was mocking her then in the next he sounded worried.

“H-here, take slow sips. It’s just water, look I’ll take a sip.” He says “see, it’s okay I promise.”

“W-why are you doing this?”

“I’m helping you. I’m not really the bad guy in this Y/n-“

“Why?”

Just as Conrad was about to respond Matthews ran into the room “they’ve arrived”.

“Ah show time”.

“Where is she?” Steve demanded clutching his shield tighter.

“She’s here, didn’t think you’d find us so soon Cap.” Conrad says from where he was stood, a grin on his lips.

“Where is she?” He repeated.

“Bring her in, nicely I don’t want any more harm coming to her”

The team watch as the door comes open from the left side of the room and Y/n came through it with two Hydra agents by her side.

“Doll-“

“How long.” It wasn’t a question but more of a demand.

“What are you talking about?” Steve questions.

Instead of answering him she turned to the others “did you guys know?”

“Know what?” Tony asks.

“Did you know that Steven was fucking Natasha?”

Both Steve and Nat flinch as she calls them by their full names. Natasha slowly backed up as the team looked at the pair.

“D-Doll whatever they’ve told you is a lie”

“I saw it with my own two eyes. How long”

“Doll-“

“A year.”

Steve and Natasha spoke at the same time.

“A…year?”

“It was an accident Y/n/n-“

“Don’t call me that Widow. A year isn’t an accident, did the rest of you know?”

All shook their heads at her question.

“Y/n please, it was a mistake I swear! She means nothing to me.”

Before she could respond Natasha spoke up “I meant nothing to you?”

“No. Please Y/n let’s go home, your pregnant baby”

“Not anymore I’m not. I was two months ago but I lost it, I remember ringing you all night begging you to come home but you never answered a single phone call. Probably with her.” She quickly wiped the fallen tear from her eye as she remembers that night.

The night where her happiness had left her all alone on the bathroom floor, panic raising by the second. Ringing her happiness’s father just for him not to answer, blood flowing down her legs and hands that shook something fierce. She begged and begged for them to come back, promising that she’d do better and be the best mum she could possibly be.

Sadly her happiness had gone away.

Numbly she cleaned up the evidence of her failure, placed the baby onesie she had brought as a present to tell Steve that he was going to be a dad - back in the box it came in, she put the positive pregnancy test in the box along with the sonogram and then neatly placed them in another box, pushing it right to the back of her side of the wardrobe.

Over the next two months whenever she was alone she would take the box out and talk to the sonogram, telling the tiny bean that she loved them. She knew she should of told Steve but she had no idea how to bring the conversation up, she couldn’t bare to see his face light up when she said she was pregnant just to see it fade away when she told him that she had failed as a woman and that it was no longer with them.

To her she was protecting him by keeping it away from him.

“But it doesn’t matter now does it? You guys can fuck off now.”

“No no Y/n please we can figure this out-“

“No. There’s no figuring anything out. You betrayed me, you! I didn’t do anything wrong! You don’t love me no more? Break up with me! You wanted to get your dick wet by some bitch that wasn’t me? Break up with me!” Her voice got louder as she went on stepping further towards him, standing in front of him she felt sick at the devastating look in his eyes.

“I asked Conrad to kill me” she smile sadly at him “you guys need to go now-“

“Y/n baby please I’m sorry, I can be bet-“

“Don’t humiliate me even more please, I’ve wanted this for a while now so please just leave”

Steve opens his mouth but shuts it quickly when the agents of Hydra points their guns at him and his team.

Y/n walks back over to Conrad who leads her through the door they came through. The last thing the Avengers hear is the deafening bang they were all familiar with.

In the two years that had passed since he lost Y/n, Steve stayed far away from Natasha.

The team had only recently begun talking to the pair again, they had lost a friend and to them it was Natasha’s and Steve’s fault.

Steve missed Y/n more than anything, sleep didn’t come easy to him not now not when the memories of his betrayal was always there as a constant reminder. Not when all he remembers is the pure devastation look in her eyes or how her hand glazed over her stomach when she spoke about their baby that they lost - a baby that he did not know anything about.

He had no one to blame other than himself for every time he hears a gunshot he’s transported back to that day he lost everything. Lost his world.

On the other side of the world in a woodland area away from the civilised society sat a lonely small farmhouse, surrounded by a large fence to keep the farm animals inside.

Y/n emerged from the wooden door with a small smile on her face, dressed in her dark blue dungarees that wore a deep green stain on the knees.

She didn’t lie when she said she had asked Conrad to kill her and he had agreed, when they went into the hallway she had fully prepared herself for the bullet to come, to end her life instead the bullet zoomed past her head and lodged itself in the wall.

“I’m not going to kill you Y/n, I-I want to help you leave but you need to stay quiet okay”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I’m not much of a bastard, come on we don’t have long”

Now in the two years since she had left she finally felt at peace, she found herself.

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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cevansbaby-dove · 2 months

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Lust Royale 3

Pairing:Dark!Andy Barber X Dark! Steve Rogers X Reader

warnings:Smut!

Summary: When Y/N is away on a mission with her boss, Steve, everything seemed to go well, until a dark figure in the form of Andy Barber appeared. From the moment he laid eyes on Y/N he knows he has to have her, and he's willing to do anything he can to get what's rightfully his. Little does he know that Steve is going in with that same mindset, wanting to protect Y/N at all costs, so he can have her for himself.

I love writing for reader's pov so this series will all be in reader's pov ;)

I woke up the next day to steve not next to me. I sit up and my mind went back to that night...oh god! What we did...

I get out of bed and open the door and look down the hall and see it's empty. I rush into your room and slam the door and sob my heart out, I didn't want you to get that close to Steve....for fucks sake he is my fucking boss!

I slide to the ground pulling my knees to my chest. God..what did i do?

After a few minuses of crying i knew you had to see him...but Now i'll see him differently now....i get into a light outfit of a shirt and jeans. I walk into the elevator and then step out and see Steve is talking to Nick Fury. here we go... I take a deep breath as i walk near Steve....Oh god he looking at me!

"Morning y/n" Steve said as I walk to him. "Hi" I said as i look at Fury and he says "I was just going over the mission...undercover"

Steve looks at me and licks his lips thinking back to last night..god I made him feel powerful with me on your knees in front of him. But then he says. "Agent Y/n will need to think about it" I nod rubbing your arm. "Rogers is right, this is a big mission...Can I think about this before just jumping into this?"

I look at him and Steve says. "She's right...she needs to think" I look at the floor and hear Fury say. "yes you can think about it but just for today"

I nod and say. "is that all sir?" Steve nods. "yes" I walk away.

Not even a few minutes I hear someone say over the intercom. "Agent y/n and Captain Rogers please head to the garage you are needed"

I turn the hallway and Steve is in his suit and I feel like I felt last night...weak in the knees I don't know how i keep walking with Steve and he says in a low tone. "Did you sleep well?"

I glance at him "yes Sir" He smiles. "Keep saying that and i won't be able to control what i do"

I feel blush creep onto my face and say. "yes....Sir"

we get into a fight with some aliens and Tony says. "well that could have been worse!"

After the fight I got hurt and Steve helps me to a hotel and has me sit on the bed oh goodie just one bed...how random. "I'll grab some bandaging"

he walks into the small kitchen and digs through. "Shit this hurts like hell" I sad. then I hear Steve say. "Language Y/N" I chuckle. 'Sorry Rogers"

He kneels in front of me and rolls up my pants leg and says. "Shit looks better than i thought it's just skin deep" I laugh softly. "Language Steve"

He looks at me with a smile. "Haha very funny" He gets my leg patched up and then says. 'Better?"

I nod looking into his Blue eyes. "yes"

He looks at the bed as well, and puts his bag down on the ground before looking at me.

"I can sleep on the ground" Steve says, giving me a sweet smile. "Oh, no, that's not happening. You need to rest well, you're exhausted. I'll sleep on the ground, it's no problem"

I quickly reply, but he shakes his head.

"You're not sleeping on the ground, darling. You're just as exhausted as I am, so you're sleeping in the bed" he says.

I shake my head. "I'm not getting in that bed, Cap. I'm gonna sleep right here, or even on a chair, I don't care! As long as you get the sleep you need" I kindly tell, and he looks at me from head to toe.

"I should get washed up' I said looking at him. He nods. 'Sure i can uh..take a shower after you"

I slowly stand up and say. "We'd uh...save water if we..." i look away and Steve lifts my face to look into his eyes. "You sure?" I feel like my mouth is like sand paper. "yes...Yes sir" And that's all it took for his lips to be on mine. He lifted me up so easily and carries me to the bathroom.

When we reach the bathroom i say. "Steve...I should really undress" he kisses my neck making me moan and tipping my head back. "Hmm good idea babygirl"

He takes my shirt off and sees my black bra and says "Damn you look sexy"

He sets me on feet and turns the shower on as i take my pants off along with my black underwear. i hiss softly at the pain from my wound. Steve looks at me. "stills hurts?" I nod "it's okay"

He gets under the water after discarding his suit. "Get in here, darling" Steve said, holding his hand out for me. I slowly take it, and let him pull me into the shower. Instead of letting go of my hand, he immediately pulls me closer to him and kissing my lips with lots of passion and lust in his kiss.

I kiss him back, and wrap my arms around his neck. My God, I've been wanting to do this for months!

We make our for a while until he stops the kiss by biting my lower lip. I moan at the feeling, making him smirk before he let's go. I press my lips against his again, and take a step forward so he's against the shower wall.

he smiles. "oh are you wanting to be in control this time?" he raised an eyebrow and my hand moves down his chest to his cock. "maybe"

he groans feeling my hand pump him. I kiss him as i keep going. I take a gentle grip on his hardening member, and start to give it slow strokes.

I earn another silent groan from Steve, feeling his member getting harder and harder every second. After only a few slow strokes, he grabs my wrist and holds it up, stopping the kiss as well. "What happened to our shower babygirl?"

I smile. "I want to relive last night sir...please"

Steve smiles. "Oh yea?" I nod. "Get on your knees for me, darling" Steve says, growling a little as he talks.

I look right into his eyes, lick my lips and bite them after. "Anything for you, sir" I silently reply, almost whispering as I slowly get down on my knees where I face his hard member.

I moan at the sight, and start pumping him again, teasingly slow. Steve starts to buck his hips a little, asking me to go faster.

I stop my movements, and slowly move my head closer to his cock.

I lick a strip up from his balls to his tip, and place a soft kiss on the tip. Steve licks his lips a few times, looking down at me while I lick his shaft again moaning slightly.

"Don't tease me Babygirl" Steve groans, making me smirk. I lick his shaft one more time, kiss his tip and earn another groan.

I slowly take his cock in my mouth, and take as much as I can in my mouth, letting it touch the back of my throat.

I slowly move my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks every so often as I massage his balls with my hand. "F... F-faster, Babygirl" Steve says, running his hand through my hair and keeping it on the back of my head, grabbing a fist full of hair as he slowly bucks his hips.

I start going fast, faster and faster, while he bucks his hips with me and groans a few times.

I keep sucking, and moan at the feeling of his cock twitching in my mouth. "I'm gonna...." Steve doesn't get to say what he was going to say before before I feel his warm cum rolling down my throat.

I stand up and we wash up and he steps out handing me a towel then he gets an idea. "Bend over the sink"

"what?" he grabs my chin. "do as i say" I nod. 'Yes sir'

I bend over on the sink and see him in the mirror. He smiles as he walks to me.

Steve's hands touch my leg and he moves his hands up to my ass lightly slapping it.

""Spread your legs for me" he says, looking at me through the mirror. I do as he says, and look back to see him. "fuck i love seeing you this way"

He looks at me for permission, so I give him a little smile and a nod, so he smiles back at me for a second before going back in the dominant mood.

He bends over, resting his upper body on my back, and starts kissing from the back of my neck down to my lower back. "You're beautiful, and all mine...you got that babygirl? No one else can have you...Not even Barber" he silently says, with a little growl as I close my eyes in pleasure. "Say it darling, say that you're all mine" he adds, while his fingers slowly trace my folds as he still kisses my back.

"I'm yours Steve" He grins hearing me moan and i close my eyes as he keeps touching me. Steve says in my ear. "Eyes open, babygirl. I want you to watch in the mirror"

Steve commands, giving me goosebumps all over my body. I slowly look up, and see myself in the mirror.

My cheeks are flushed, and Steve is still behind me. "Good girl, you ready to take me?" he asks, tracing my folds with his tip as I moan at the feeling.

"I'm... ready...sir" I moan, making him smirk. He lines up to my entrance, and begins to slowly push himself into me.

One of his hands is resting on my back, the other one is holding my waist. I let out a loud moan and squeeze my eyes shut as he keeps pushing himself into me, he's fucking huge but god the burn feels good within seconds.

Steve says in my ear. "You can take it, darling" I slowly open my eyes again and feel a little tear rolling down my cheek.

Not because I don't want this, because I really fucking do, but because of his size. He's stretching me out, and it hurts, but it's good pain.

"You ok?" He gets a worried look when he sees the tear on my cheek. I nod. He says. "Use your words please" His tone softens now i know he' really worried. "Steve I'm okay please keep going"

"Good girl, keep your eyes open while I fuck you, yeah?" he asks, so I moan our a little 'yes, Captain', and Steve pulls out almost entirely before slamming back into me.

His thrusts are slow at first, but they keep going faster every time. We both moan and groan, watching ourselves in the mirror while Steve thrusts into me.

i gasp feeling close. "Steve..i'm...." I moan and he says. "What do you cal me babygirl?"

"Sir...Fuck i'm so close" I said as my eyes roll into the back of my head. Steve chuckles. "taking me so well baby good girl"

He keeps moving and he says. "Me too..hmm..let go first i'm right behind you...no pun intended" He chuckled. I giggle softly then I snap. "Fuck fuck!" I let go and Steve says. "good girl..."

I can feel Steve's cum filling me up at the exact same moment, groaning before riding out our highs. "Such a good girl, you took me so well, babygirl"

Steve silently says, pulling out of me before looking right into my eyes through the mirror.

He helps me stand up straight, and lifts me up the sink now so that I can sit. "You okay?" Steve asks, looking at every part of my face while puppy Steve shows up again.

I nod my head in reply, still catching my breath as he frowns a little. "Words, Y/N. Are you okay?" he asks, needing the real confirmation from me.

"I'm okay, Stevie" I finally reply, followed by a deep breath. "Are you sure?" Steve asks me again, making me smile. "I'm sure, I'm okay. Are you okay?" I ask in reply, giggling a little which makes him smile as well.

"yes I'm alright Rogers" He smiles brushing my hair from my face. "I'm always worried i would hurt you..." I press a soft kiss to his lips then lean my head on his. "Don't worry i'll let you know if you hurt me..."

He smiles. "Now can we sleep then?" I nod. "yes sir' he helps me off the sink and we walk into the bedroom and he says. "I can take the floor"

I laugh. "we just had sex Steve..sleeping in the same bed won't kill us Rogers"

He nods. 'okay if your sure" We get into bed and Steve looks at me. "Will this...change how you see me?" I turn and look at him. "Um...yes i think it would but..is that a bad thing?"

Steve smiles. "um..no..i don't think so" I shut my eyes. "good" Steve looks at me sleeping and smiles then soon fall asleep.

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jayden-killer · 9 months

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Heyaaa! Saw your requests were open, is it alright if I ask for moon knight with a reader who overworked themselves and sort of just collapsed? It's okay if not thankuuu <3

REASSURING WORDS.

Moonknight boys x gender neutral reader.

Omfg this is my first request IM SO HAPPY thank you so much for requesting and i hope you will like it!<33 Remember you can request at the top of my profile button, 'Ask me anything!'. :DD

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You know when work is so much, but like so much, and you don’t have a moment of peace? That. The workload I had accumulated in the days before was impressive, and I was almost amazed at the work I had to do. Eating seemed like a waste of time, drinking seemed like a waste of time... And if I needed to fulfill my duties, I had to do it without unnecessary breaks or interruptions. That’s why I warned my three boyfriends, Jake, Marc and Steven, not to worry about my sudden disappearance. ''Don’t worry, I just have a lot of work to do.' Xxx :)))' Something told me they would worry. They would understand, right?

Everything seemed so.. Complicated. Maybe, I should have continued. But the concentration began to disappear and slowly my eyes closed, and the breath regularized. Leaning my head on the wooden desk I closed my eyes, succumbing to the sleep so rejected.

«Love? Are you awake?»

A voice as sweet as honey brought me back to reality. I felt a sweet shake of my body, waking up from that 'nap' I had promised myself to have. And, in an instant, I found the hazel eyes that I loved so much about Steven. He smiled at me. «Love, I see that you’ve collapsed. What... What’s going on?» he asked me in a concerned tone.

Rubbing my eyes, I checked the time. 7.39 fucking pm. The last time I checked the time was 4.11 pm. Man, that nap took longer than I expected.

«It’s okay, Steven. The job’s just a lot, but I’ll be fine.»

He sighed loudly, fidgeting with his fingers. «Lovie, I know you have a lot to do. Believe me, I appreciate how much you try, but...It's dangerous for your health.»

«Hey, it's okay. I-I think...»

«You’re trying harder than you should.»

Steven’s sweet tone changed to a harsher one, yet concerned. Even his eyes changed from sweet to almost expressionless.

Marc. It could only be him.

«Hello to you too, Marc. And no, I’m sure I’m not putting my health at risk. I’d stop in time otherwise."

He made a mocking noise. «I, no, we know your habits very well. And we all know that you would risk your health for something as trivial as...this.» He pointed rather angrily at the work table, filled with papers to fill in and the computer, which had an open document not yet complete.

«Marc...»

Marc tilted his head to the side and stared at the computer screen. I turned to look where he was looking and thought he was seeing Jake’s reflection there. Suspicions were confirmed when he rested on the mental conversation he was having with the latter. «They're are not well! I can see that well, I am not stupid yet, man.»He Inhaled and shook his head, pinching his nose. «All right. Try talking to them, since you know what to do every time."

And here his facial features harden more than before, shifting to an expression of pure anger. Now Jake crossed his arms, but there was a half-smile on his face. «Florecito, Steven, Marc and I believe you should rest properly. So whether you want it or not, we will drag you into bed and let you relax. ¿Has entendido?»

Maybe I didn’t deserve them. I didn’t deserve how they paid me so much attention so easily, like it was the most normal thing in the world. I had always put work above everything else, risking losing even important hours of sleep for the previous day. Jake took me gently by the arm, so I got up from the chair and looked him right in the eyes. I could feel Steven and Marc behind those eyes.

«You’re right. I’m not gonna finish this without resting and eating at least.» I showed him a smile, and he smiled back, tracing the index finger on my forearm. «It’s my fault, florecito. Ah, ¡callense! Steven and Marc say that it’s not that I have to take all the credit.» I laughed at seeing my three guys fighting each other.«It’s thanks to all three of you that I’ll be better by tomorrow.» I left a kiss on Jake’s lips gently, and he took me by the hips, bringing me more to himself, adjusting his hair dishevelled.

«Ah, I’d be lost without your help, guys!»

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moiravim · 1 year

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Are you gonna make a part 2 for Moon Dad meets y/n? I would like to see Marc's first meet up.

Moon dad's part 2.

Summary: what it's like living with Steven and Marc as your father figure<3

It has been a month since you moved in with Steven. By now you had been introduced to Marc and had gotten an explanation on who Khonshu is. Marc had immediately grown a soft spot for you.

It was nice being around someone who accepted you and could relate to you.

They had treated you like you were their own child and you were forever thankful. Even Khonshu had a soft spot towards you. Although he often gave you bad and dangerous advice so Marc told you to ignore him.

They knew he wouldn't let anything happen to you, so they didn't mind if you spent time with Khonshu as long as you weren't doing anything dangerous.

You finish the chapter of the book Steven had given you before placing in the bookmark and standing up.

You walked into the kitchen where Steven was preparing breakfast and asked; "do you need any help?". He smiled at you before shaking his head no and responding; "I'm almost done, love. How about you go sit at the table?"

You nod and he smiles lovingly at you. You go to the table and sit down in your favorite spot. It was facing the window so you could look out as you eat.

Khonshu appears and you casually look up at him. The first few times it was scary, but by now you enjoyed his presence.

"What are you doing?" He questions you as you stare out the window. You roll your eyes at his nosiness and respond; "I'm just watching people. Dad's almost done making breakfast..."

"Dad?" He asks. You cringe at the realization and try to play it off. "Dad? I said Steven..." Khonshu lets out a sound that almost sounds like a laugh before disappearing again.

Steven walks up with a plate of breakfast prepared for you. You smile as you grab your fork and taste the food.

He laughs as he looks at your exited face. You loved when Steven and Marc spent time with you and it made them feel bad for you.

It broke Marc's heart to see how happy little things meant to you. It made him overthink a lot about your childhood and made him hate your parents even more.

Steven sat in the seat across from you and started eating his own food. When you finished eating Steven said you could go to your room or watch TV but you responded that you'd rather stay there.

When he finished eating he told you that; "I have something planned. I was hoping that the we could go to the book store today. I just finished my book and it looks like your almost done with yours".

Your face becomes happier and you nod. He leaves the table to go get everything he needs and then goes to put his shoes on.

You quickly tie your shoes before standing up and walking to the door. "Hurry up!" You complain as Steven lets out a small laugh. He finishes putting on his shoes and opens the front door.

He holds your hand as the two of you walk around the large town. When you arrive at the library, Steven lets you look around while he picks out a book for himself.

By the end of the day you and Steven are both satisfied and spend the afternoon reading together. Marc fronts and the two of you lay down on the couch and watch television together until you fell asleep.

Marc carries you back to your bed and tucks you in before leaving a kiss on your forehead. He grabs your favorite stuffed animal which had fallen onto the floor and lays it down next to you.

He leaves the room and quietly closes the door before going to help Khonshu as moon knight.

A/N: should I do a part 3 where YN meets Jake? And maybe YN gets adopted? If you all have any other ideas, lmk 🥰🥰🫶

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sofiaaaaaaaa03 · 1 year

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The Nosy Neighbor

Title: The Nosy Neighbor

Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant x GN Platonic Young Adult Reader

Word Cound: 2,803

Request:

omg you’re back!!! i hope you’re doing alright, life’s treating you well and all that.

since you’re looking for requests might a suggest a platonic/familial moon knight x reader (maybe a male reader but gn works too!) where the reader is a teen that’s a part of Harrow’s cult. Moon boys try help the reader get out of the cult but unfortunately reader is stubborn af. eventually they realise that Arthur is taking advantage of them and start reluctantly helping Moon Knight. Marc maybe even seeing a bit of himself in the reader when it comes to their attitude towards others (just being rude and blunt to everyone).

thank you for the chance, and again great to see you back!

A/N: Here you go!!! I'm a bit worried I didn't make them very stubborn but I hope you don't mind it much. I hope you enjoy!!! And yes, life has been treating me well. I've only been at the gym and studying lol.

“You’re a lousy spy. Did you know that?”

Sitting in the shaded London apartment on a rather gloomy day, Steven Grant sat at his kitchen table with a mug of tea in his hands and the eyes of a spy staring right at him. Now there were many things about Steven’s life that he could permit reason for having someone observe his every move. Such as how little legal paperwork the man has compared to his alter from the Americas, Marc Spector, or how he and his alter work as vigilantes for an ancient Egyptian God. The system itself was an abnormality that gave many concerns to different parties around the globe. It was a matter of time before someone was sent to observe the system’s every movement. What caught Steven, and even Marc, off guard about the whole spy situation was how it was this specific neighbor.

“Can’t say it was something I’ve been properly trained for.” spoke the spy before they took a long sip of the tea that Steven had offered them.

No, no. Marc fretted inside of the system. They’re too young. If Harrow’s reaching out to kids like this then he’s getting desperate.

“Has Harrow gotten desperate?” Steven asked the spy, only to receive a lame shrug. “You’re just a kid.”

Steven, shut up. That was rhetorical.

“Ouch. This kid still managed to get more information on you in two days than Harrow’s gotten in two years. So if you’re going to insult me, at least do it remembering that I can send everything I have on you with a simple rendezvous point away.”

Inside of the system Steven could feel Marc seethe in anger. The marine insisted to be released so that he may deal with the spy, but Steven ignored him and straightened himself up in his seat.

The spy in question was a neighbor from across the hall of Steven’s apartment. Y/n l/n, he’d learned the first week when he’d moved into the apartment. They’d introduced themselves while Steven was fumbling for his keys amongst the moving boxes outside of his flat. His first impression of them wasn’t much. Just a young chap, probably in university, and though they seemed nice, they had a sort of attitude in the way they responded. Rather abrupt and tended to keep to themselves. But they were still up for conversation whenever they found Steven in the hallway. That was something the museum tour guide liked about the chap.

So, for the next few days while Steven was moving into the apartment y/n would exit their own apartment to make small talk with the man before heading out on an errand. It was a habit that was maintained even after Steven was moved into the complex, as he often saw his neighbor while passing in the hallway. He was really pleased to have someone to talk to other than silent street performers or lonesome paintings in the museum, even if the kid could be a pain to talk to.

Marc had never made conversation with the kid himself. During one particular conversation with Steven he’d made it known that the kid probably lived alone. That thought alone never bothered him, as he’d seen all sorts back in Chicago.

But then the kid started to annoy Marc. Slowly their eventual chance encounters turned to daily occurances. Steven never minded it but to Marc he grew irked. The kid seemed to leave exactly as Steven or Marc was at the threshold of their apartment, rummaging for their keys, always inquiring about what they’ve been up to and asked questions that would require them to go into specific detail of their life, that Marc suspected that something was up. Perhaps their neighbor was eager to learn the details of the system’s life for an employer. Harrow, maybe? The CIA? He’d warned Steven to not speak to their neighbor until he’d figured out a way to deal with the young thing, but Steven went and did the exact opposite of Marc’s warning by inviting y/n into their own apartment.

The spy observed the apartment around them while Steven was in thought. “You have a nice apartment, shame it’s such a mess.”

“It’s not that messy,” Steven dismissed the look they gave him, “I don’ suppose you want anotha cuppa?”

y/n looked to the mug in their hand and sloshed it around before nodding. “Yeah, why not. I think I’ve gotten past the suspicion that you’re trying to poison me.”

Steven smiled at the young thing with a chuckle, relieved that despite the situation they had a sense of humor, and grabbed the kettle that sat between the two. As he poured the steaming liquid into the mugs, there was a sort of silence in the air. He tried to ignore the look that y/n gave him, probably expecting for him to continue the conversation.

“Thank you,” y/n accepted the mug from the gift shopist, “So how long have you known?”

“Known that you’ve been spying on us?” Steven sat back in his seat, “oh, we’ve known for a bit. Marc started catchin’ on ‘bit before me, but I’s was in denial about it. ‘Just that you’d been so nice an’ all, I told him ‘No, Marc, they’re just a nice chap. It’s just the generation these days, they don’t take the time to get to know their neighbors, we’re just not used to it when someone like them comes along’.”

He chuckled at his words, shaking his head and reaching for his reading glasses. “But a few weeks ago, Marc noticed you started receiving flowers. Tulips, always were tulips at your doormat. They’d came same time every week with a letter attached. That’s how your employers been communication’ with you, hasn’t he?”

“Wow,” y/n chuckled in exasperation, and almost in disbelief at the accusations thrown by the man, “so let me get this straight, you’re accusation of me being a spy is because I’ve been receiving flowers? Is that all?”

“Quite is, actually.”

“I’m sorry, Steven, but if you can’t see people as an enemy just because they have a partner and you don’t.”

“See, no you don’t. You know how I know?” Marc leaned over with his knees resting on his knees. “Cause all of this time we’ve met in the hallway, not once were you accompanied by your ‘partner’. You keep to yourself. You don’t have people over. Not even kids your age. So even a one-nighter walking out of your door is going to catch my attention. But same as me, you’ve not been catching many fishes out there, hm?”

There was silence. y/n glared at the marine at the string of words they’d received. All the while the marine observed their expression with a snide smirk written on his lips. Marc didn’t particularly blame them for the way they looked at him, but he paid no mind in showing the teen the attitude they’d given the gift shopist for these last few weeks.

“You know your boss has a real good sense of humor,” Marc tapped the mug against the table before hovering the ceramic to his lips. He spoke again before taking a swig. “ ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’ Way back in the day a Chinese general used to say that. He never lost a battle. Harrow must look up to him, choosing you for the job. Being across the hall can really let you into someone’s life.”

y/n looked at him as though they had no clue who they were speaking with. “Is it still you or is it the history buff talking now?”

“Nope, still me.” Marc clarified, unperturbed by the kid’s confusion. “I know a bit about history myself.”

“Oh.” y/n mused. Their eyes glanced between the marine and the cup between his fingers. “Sorry, it just seems like you’re more the muscle than the brains.”

Marc, completely ignoring the insult thrown at him, took another swig of his drink while y/n spoke again, making a face when he realized he’d drank Steven’s tea. “Alright, I’m a spy. What are you gonna do about it? Kill me? That’s not going to stop Harrow, he’s going to make the world right. ”

They watched the marine stand up from the table and make his way to the kitchen. Sitting atop the counter was a half-full pot of coffee he’d prepared earlier in the day. He grabbed a new mug from the counter and prepared his drink.

“We’s just wanna talk, is all. Understand why you’re doing what you’re doing.” Steven grabbed Marc’s cup of coffee and took a seat at the kitchen table once more. This time he’d pulled his seat closer to the young thing and nestled his forearms onto the table. “ well, I do. Marc just wants to get you out of our way and deal with Harrow already.”

“.”

Steven chuckled, “So, how did this whole thing start between you and Harrow?”

The spy took a long look at him. Steven could tell that they were debating as to whether or not to disclose such private information to their supposed enemy. They looked at him with a stone face, fingers tapping in thought before they weighed in their decision. Expression morphing to match the sigh of defeat they exhaled, y/n hunched over their cup and watched the tea leaves in their drink.

“First time Harrow approached me about doing all of this I told him I’d do a lousy job, that I’d get caught. I told him to find someone else in town that could do it, but he was insistent for me to do it. Said that I was chosen to do it, that I was meant to do it.” They were mumbling, barely above a whisper that Marc had to lean closer to hear their words. Finally, after a few moments, they inhaled, straightening themselves into the chair. “Were you blipped?”

Marc observed the kid for a moment before answering. “No, I wasn’t.”

“I was a part of the population that was Blipped some years ago. When I came back there was no home to go back to and none of my family was accounted for, and the whole world didn’t care about people like me. But Harrow cared. He opened up his town to those who needed it and took the time to get to know every single person who came to him. Eventually, Arthur received a vision from the gods that he was meant to create a perfect world. He said that everyone who ever did us wrong would be punished. I mean, the world would be pure again. But he had a problem, you…”

y/n took a sip from their cup. All the while, Marc could only look at the teen with a straight face despite his anxiousness to the kid. It was obvious that the young thing suffered from Stockholm syndrome. They had the whole world turn their back on them. It was only natural that now they were so agreeing to the one person who showed them right, however double-sided it could have been.

“Harrow could easily send his men to my apartment and finish me off if he wanted to.” Marc admitted, knowing that his current living situation wasn’t exactly fort knox. “So why bother sending a spy on me?”

“He said he wanted to know what makes you tick. Whether the rumors that you were unwell were true.”

y/n paused and spoke with hesitation in his voice. “If there really are two of you in there.”

From inside the system, Steven shifted uncomfortably. It seemed that the news of the system spreads fast.

“ ‘If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.’ “

y/n smirked, amused by the words that the marine mumbled. “Same general said that? Or are you making shit up now.”

“Same one,” Marc acknowledged the young thing before Steven fronted. Immediately the man’s posture shrank and the little spy felt more at ease with the gift shopist accompanying them. “You do realize that what Harrow’s doing is wrong, don’ you?”

“Bringing justice to those who commit wrongs?” y/n shook their head confidently. “I don’t see anything wrong about that.”

Steven stared at y/n in disbelief, letting out a small scoff. “You don’ see anything wron- you can’t be serious? He’s probably about to take out half the planet. Aren’t you pissed from that guy- that- Thanos? Do you really want something like that to happen again? After everything you’ve been through?”

“The difference between him and Harrow is that it's all perfectly designed. Harrow brings justice to all of this! He’s wanting to kill off people before they get the chance to do something wrong! The people who were blipped, were blipped without discrimination. Doctors, murderers, criminals, children, lawyers! There were innocent people whose lives were ruined. My life was ruined. I was innocent.“

Marc’s voice was stern and rigid, trying to clear y/n’s riled up demeanor before they got more worked up. Only they were still going.

“You’re putting a perfect world at jeopardy, Harrow needs to make sure you don’t get in the way and-”

“Alright, stop, stop, stop.” Marc holds up his palm to the young thing in a final attempt to stop them, careful not to show any sign of aggression. “It’s mass genocide.”

y/n stared at the marine for a long moment, showing no sign of speaking. Maybe they were realizing the depth of Marc’s words? Had he gotten through? If so, he needed to act fast. So, Marc grabs his chair and pulls it so that he sits closer to the young thing. “Alright, y/n, I’m gonna need you to listen very carefully to me. Okay? Now, I know Harrow took you into his wing, fed you, clothed you, gave you a place to go, an’ you feel like you want to do what you can to help him. Pay him back, even. Trust me, I’ve been there before. Owed my life to a god myself and it got me in more trouble than you know. But Harrow’s working with a god whose concept of crimes is much different than you and I’s are, so there are people who are going to be punished for things that aren’t as bad as we make ‘em to be. And if it comes down to that you are called to die for a crime that you have yet to commit, do you think Harrow’s going to vouch for you? Well, do you?”

The spy, unwavering eyes staring into Marc’s own, said nothing. But they didn’t need to. Marc knew very well that he was slowly making sense to the young thing.

“What’s happened to you is going to happen again, only this time you’re going to see what a mess the world was when you left it. It wasn’t a pretty sight. And between you and I, I don’t think the world can handle something like that happening once more. Now, it doesn’t have to be this way. You can change that. But you’re gonna have to help me. how about you and I work together, hm? The more I know about how Harrow’s whole operation works, the better I’ll be able to take him down. How’s that sound, hm?”

Though Marc didn’t get his answer right away, instead he shot back against his chair when y/n abruptly stood up from the table and began to make their way to the door. Reaching for their shoes that they’d left, drenched in water from the rain outside, they hurriedly put them on.

“You’re crazy,” They grumbled from the doorway. Marc remained seated at his place from the table.

“Please, let me walk you out.” Steven stood up from the seat and reached for the door. He opened it, stepping to the side and patiently waited for y/n as they finished.

“Just think about my offer.” Marc urged as y/n straightened themselves up and gazed at him with reluctance in their eyes. “There are worse enemies out there than me, yknow.”

y/n, in all their confidence, strode past the marine and exited into the hallway of the floor that they shared. Swiftly they strode to their apartment at the end of the hall, and as Marc watched them he watched how their stride fell almost too quickly when they noticed a bouquet of tulips awaiting their doorstep.

Now, Marc didn’t know what exactly was in the letter that waited inside of the bouquet. But whatever was written inside of that piece of paper had made y/n question the theology behind Harrow’s conquest, as a few hours after their lovely conversation were they waiting outside of his doorstep with tulips in their hands.

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martine-the-demon · 2 years

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Used @futuremrsreid Smut prompt for this but no smut. Lol but it’s highly suggestive so mdni! It’s been so long since I’ve written anything so apologies if it is rough around the edges. Please comment if you like :)

Marc is very possessive in this and the other moon boys are mentioned. Y/n is black !

89. “You’re not going out in that outfit.”

You were dressed and ready to go out dancing with your friends. Your braids went down your back and ended at your waist and you had a fresh set of lashes. And your outfit was stellar. You had on a tiny black tube dress that just ended at your butt and hugged every curve. You turned to the side and admired the way your butt filled out the dress.

“Marc—babe I’m heading out now.” You called out bending down to lace up your hot pink string heels

“What time are you gonna be back?” He asked in response. He was lounging in the living room. He had Fleetwood Mac spinning on the record player while he nursed a beer.

You came click clacking out in your pink heels, tiny dress and long braids and leaned down to give Marc a kiss on the cheek. “Around 3AM ish—I gotta run though my Uber is 5 minutes away.” In the rushed nature of the kiss you gave Marc in addition to you fumbling around in your purse to ensure you had everything a night out with the girls required you missed Marc’s jaw on the floor.

His eyes trailed up from your feet clad in heels, to your thick thighs up to your behind which was barely covered by the tiny piece of cotton you were attempting to pass as a dress. From your butt he admired the way your waist curved inward and flared out to your wide hips,further up he found himself licking his lips at how your breasts spilled slightly over the neckline of your dress.

Then his jaw tensed. You and the girls were going clubbing. There were bound to be countless guys out who would be checking for a girl as sexy as you. The outfit did nothing but excentuate your sex appeal. Men would come to you like sailors drawn to a siren. Right before you said your final goodbye Marc cut you off

“Wait—no. You are not going out in that outfit.”

“Marc—what do you mean? My Uber is—“

“Listen, I don’t care about the Uber you are not going out dressed like that. Especially not without me.” He said more firmly.

“You’re not invited. It’s girls night” you said. “Babe I really don’t have time—“

Marc then got up and stalked over to you. You both were now chest to chest and he towered over you. You looked up. The glitter eye shadow you had caught the low lights of the living room. Marc ran his fingers up your bare thighs and then grabbed a handful of your ass pulling you in the process so you were flush against him. He took a deep inhale of your YSL perfume and relished in the feeling of your breasts pressing against him.

“You look too good…I don’t want any other men looking at you.” He murmured into your neck breathing you in.

You found yourself beginning to rock against him. Your mutual attraction had you to pulling even closer together like highly charged magnets. You rubbed your lips together and closed your eyes tightly. You pushed your Freshly manicure hands on his chest and pushed away.

“Baby-the girls are expecting me. And this is perfectly acceptable clubbing attire.” You did a spin so he could get a 360 of your dress. “I’m fine as I am.”

“Your braids are longer than your dress.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Marc—“

“And it’s acceptable attire if your going out to look for guys to hook up with. Last time I checked you have a 3-in-1 package deal going on.” He said reminding you of his alters. You smiled thinking of your other boys. Steven and Jake did keep you busy. Marc walked back up to you and trailed his nose up from your shoulder to your jaw. “And you smell to sweet to be going anywhere without me…” You felt your body involuntary tremble at the feeling of this stuble. Then your phone vibrated notifying you that your driver was less than 2 minutes away.

“Marc-“ you began. But he slipped his hand into your purse and tossed your phone onto the couch.

“Like I said fuck the Uber. Stay home so I can take you out of this dress or change into something else.” He ran his tounge along your jaw. At that your heart rate jump started. “Jake and Steven think the same. You look to good to go anywhere without us…stay home and maybe if your lucky we’ll all take care of you tonight.”

“The three of you?” You breathlessly asked. The boys have worked out a system so they can have full days in the body. Only occasionally will the switch back and forth or will someone ‘take’ the body on. Even more rarely will they do it when you sleep with them. But every time they did it while you were intimate it left something to fondly remember.

“Mmmh.” Marc affirmed kissing your jaw. He then pulled your leg up and hoisted it on his hip. You leaned against the wall for further support. He ran his leg up your thigh. Then gave it a slight slap. “Look at this fucking leg—“ Marc groaned aloud “I could bite it.”

You caught each other’s eyes. With his other hand he cradled your face. You leaned forward and kissed him. Deeply. You licked his lower lip and he worked his tounge into your mouth in response. The kiss became filthy. All saliva, tounge, lip gloss and groans. But he suddenly pulled away.

“Stay home.” He said firmly.

“O-okay.” You eagerly agreed. The two of you continue your kiss and moved into the bedroom. In the back of your mind you were glad that you charged the now missed Uber to his card rather than your own.

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bellalaufeyson69 · 11 months

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Steven Grant x Reader | Darling pt. 1

Darling pt. 1

Description: Steven and Yn are paired to be a fake couple for a mission.

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Steven and I had been friends for about a year now. Ever since he and the boys were recruited to the avengers him and I have gotten along amazingly. I’d even consider him to be my best friend. We do everything together, between going to the bank, and getting some coffee for the team. It’s so refreshing to have someone like this, not to mention he always makes me laugh.

Though here we are now standing in front of Nick Fury as he just spilled the news of a new mission. A mission where Steven and I had to be boyfriend and girlfriend. “May I ask why? No- you know not that- I don’t mean- it’s not a problem!-“ Steven questioned the man his face turning red as he spewed out a bunch of words. He was now looking at me panicked and apologetic hoping I wouldn’t have taken offense to his question.

I laughed and shrugged it off, I was curious why also. “Because, it’s a publicity thing. We’re trying to take the heat off of Tony after his incident.” He began as if it made perfect sense. He seemed to have noticed our expressions of confusion and furthered the point. “People will be shocked at two avengers dating each other, I’ve been made aware of videos some fans have made, stories even.” He laughed to himself at this as if it were the craziest thing he’d heard. “They really want you two together, so we figure this will get a lot of attention and take it off of Tony,” he informed more seriously now.

I glanced at Steven who’d been staring at fury with his mouth propped in a trance. “So, what does it mean to be fake dating? How often do we have to act like it, and how far do we take it?” I questioned maturely. I knew I needed to know the information for the sake of the mission. “Also how long,” I added as the question came up.

He sighed at all the questions. “Alright alright,” he gestured me to slow my roll. “It means as far as anyone outside of this room knows, you two are together romantically. You have to act like it whenever you’re in front of someone else, unless it’s me. As for how far, I’m not sure I have the grounds to say that…” he said more awkwardly which made me feel rather embarrassed. I hadn’t meant I’d offer myself up to have sex with Steven for the sake of the mission but I fear I sounded like that’s what I meant. “Just do whatever you’d do with a boyfriend,” he said and gave me a nod as if to say this conversation was over. With a gruff expression he’d then left us to comprehend everything.

“Well… it’s a good thing we’re so close.” Steven began with a shocked laugh as he turned to look at me. I felt my cheeks heat up because this all still felt so intimate. The weirdest part of it all is the fact that I’m kind of excited about it. I wonder if he is too. “I think we skipped a few steps though,” he chuckled trying to lighten up the situation.

I smiled and laughed back. “Yeah… the fact that we can’t tell the team that this isn’t real either is just crazy to me,” I admitted while smiling to let him know I wasn’t angry and more just talking about the bosses choices. “Like, can you imagine what Kate is going to say? Ugh” I groaned out at the thought and as I said that Steven responded with an “ohmygosh” simultaneously.

Kate had always teased Steven and I about dating. Yes, prior to this mission and nick fury, we already knew about the avengers fans making ship edits of me and Steven. Because of Kate. How she came across that? Who knows. From that, and how close we were she’d always messed with us saying we might as well just put the label on our relationship. “Before we go out there, what’s the limits?” I asked Steven to try and get a gauge of how to act.

He stood there for a moment stumped, his cheeks reddened as he thought about it. “Uhm…” he was pretty flustered now I could tell he was extremely nervous. “I mean… he said to act how we would if we were really in a relationship… I just feel like I’m not good at acting, so I should probably be as authentic as possible y’know?” He began through a bright red face, his voice was so soft and sheepish. “Personally I’m rather affectionate, you know the hugging, kiss on the cheek, kind of thing yeah?” His eyes bore into mine as if he was hopelessly reading every single minor expression I could be making to find out if I was on the same page.

I nodded slowly taking in what he’d said. “So… we’ll hug and kiss on the cheek?” I wasn’t sure just how far Steven wanted to go but I felt like this wasn’t enough. I didn’t want to push but to be authentic this just wasn’t me. Although I won’t be going the full 100 on how I act in a relationship because I’m extremely affectionate.

He seemed to be conflicted, like he wanted to speak further but couldn’t bring himself to. I waited for a moment watching as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well… I don’t want to be pushy at all so please tell me no if you don’t want to but… I feel like kissing could be helpful too? Just… everything… arm around the shoulder, holding hands at the store… stuff I would do if I was your boyfriend,” he explained nervously he seemed to be breathing just a little heavier too. With his history of anxiety and panic attacks I could tell he was definitely pretty anxious right now.

I nodded in agreement. “No yeah, you’re completely right, I was gonna say the same thing. I just feel like real life relationships, well for me at least, are more affectionate like that. Plus if we have to act like it even here at home it helps to make it more realistic,” I reassured him with a bright and happy attitude so he would relax a little bit more. It definitely worked as I watched his expression melt and shoulders sink in a more relaxed state.

He bit his tongue and nodded. “So.. shall we?” He asked gesturing to the door while holding his hand out for me to take.

I couldn’t help but giggle at this, it just felt so weird being intimate with my best friend like this. He laughed too, as our fingers intertwined. Neither of our smiles left even after the laughter stopped. We walked out of the meeting room hand in hand and headed for the common area where we were spotted by Rhodey and Tony. “Woah! Didn’t know you had it in you Tomb Buster!” Tony smugly remarked through a grin, he nudged Rhodey with his shoulder. “So he can talk to girls,” he laughed but Rhodey seemed uncomfortable that Tony would say that in front of Steven so he just kept quiet and gave Steven a little nod and smile.

“What?” Steven’s brows rose in confusion and he had an innocent open mouthed smile on his face. “Is that some sort of bet or sumthin’?” He asked quietly, I could tell that Tony made him nervous. Probably because their personalities were pretty much polar opposite.

Tony leaned against the counter of the bar and held his chin in his palm, while inspecting Steven and I. “Yeah, always thought you were too… hmm.. shy I’ll say,” he continued on more seriously. “But hey! Good for you man, and YN too?! Got yourself a spicy one, isn’t that right reindeer games?” He announced to the corner of the room where we’d turned to see Loki in an armchair book in hand, and a very disinterested expression.

At the mention of his name he didn’t move, but his eyes made contact with us. He glared at Tony which would be the only form of a response he was going to get. “Idiot.” He grumbled to himself before looking back down to his book.

I felt very awkward, I just knew my face was a dead give away of that too. “What uh… what’s that supposed to mean?” Steven tried to be nonchalant but it was obvious he was a little displeased with the comment.

Tony lowered his head to Steven with a grin. “Common, you haven’t seen those two when they’re drunk? They’re like me on a Friday night,” he smirked over at me his eyes trailing my figure then back up. “Isn’t that right sweetheart?” He was so cocky the smugness dripped off of him.

I gave him a warning look then quickly glanced to Loki to find him staring right back clearly active in this conversation. He quickly turned away to look back at his book. “Thanks for making things awkward, maybe for your birthday I can get you a filter.” I joked through pursed lips while patting his shoulder.

“Filters are for coffee, you can get me a condom tough.” He said it with a mischievously smile before shielding himself from my hand knowing I’d be quick to retaliate with that comment. I smacked his chest but hit his hands as he blocked me.

“You’re disgusting Tony Stark!” I laughed and smacked one more time, he laughed hysterically as he dodged my attacks.

He held his hands up in defense as he walked backwards toward the hallway. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re right…” he softly apologized in a more serious tone. “Condoms are gross, hate the feeling, I’ll just go in all natural. Save your money, get me a better gift,” he spoke really fast while laughing before running into the hall as I lunged forward ready to smack again.

Rhodey took this as his sign to follow, I assume he was in the middle of a conversation with a very bored Stark who’d used me as a way to slip away from it. I looked to Steven as he watched Tony leave, he swallowed then slowly turned to me, his eyes darting to Loki on the couch then me again. “Me and Loki… have hooked up a few times… that’s all,” I felt the need to tell him the truth, otherwise things just felt very tense and awkward.

He nodded still not seeming very happy with the answer. “It’s nothing to worry about, we just kept each other company, filled each others wild and passionate needs,” Loki informed from his chair not looking up from his book.

Steven’s lips were a straight line as he stared at Loki on the couch. His brow furrowed slightly. “Well I feel like we should be mature about this and just say that YN and I are together now…” he said to Loki with a hint of malice in his tone.

Loki laughed from his spot a simple ‘Heh!’ With an amused expression he’d closed his book and stood up. “That’s interesting because we frequently talk about our lives and you’d never mentioned anything about a special person, not to mention a boyfriend,” he walked closer now zeroing in on me.

“Well I don’t tell you everything…” I tried my best to sound real but I knew the way I spoke was so artificial.

His eyes lowered, squinting skeptically. It felt like he could read right through me, like he knew something was off. “You know who I am love, you can’t fool me.” He said with a lowered, grizzly voice. And with that he’d left, his fingers brushing my hips, leaving me with a very bothered Steven.

He looked pissed now. He turned his from me and took a breath. I placed my hand on his arm and pulled him to look at me. “That guys a royal ass,” he began to vent through a scowl. “He acted like I wasn’t even here! Clearly flirting with you right in front of me when he knew you were my girlfriend! Well- you know-“ he began to stutter toward the end because he didn’t want me thinking this was too real to him.

“It’s okay, I know what you mean,” I soothed my hands both on his upper arms now. “Listen to me, Loki is just like that. He probably won’t stop either. I know this isn’t ideal, but it’s what we’re working with… I mean I don’t think either of us expected… this..”

He took a deep breath while looking at me. “I know, I know,” he seemed sad, and mad at the same time. Just completely bothered. “I don’t like it… the way he acts around you… I don’t want him-“ he began and paused for a second. “I don’t want him touching you.” he admitted though it was more dominant and stern than I’d ever expected from Steven Grant, and I hadn’t noticed but I’d unintentionally grinned at it. When he’d seen my face he couldn’t help but smile back. “Why are you smiling?” He said through a toothy grin.

“Nothing!” I defended playfully. “I just didn’t expect you to be so demanding,” I teased there was a hint of flirtatiousness to my tone.

He seemed to have picked up on it very quickly and he perked up. “Well you just haven’t known me so intimately before,” he started now in a more playful and upbeat mood. “I happen to be a very fierce and bold boyfriend,” he joked and put emphasis on the words to make himself seem more tuff which made me laugh.

“Ohh, wow, that’s pretty hot,” I went all out on this one and as soon as I said it I felt my heart start to race. This didn’t feel like a fake thing at all, it was so confusing. Steven’s flirting seemed so real, but that’s the point isn’t it? I can’t help but think that maybe this isn’t just the mission talking though… that maybe it’s really him. He seemed genuinely jealous at Loki’s flirting. This was the time to make or break this.

His brow rose and his confidence seemed to have grown. “Oh yeah? I’ll remember that then darling,” he flirted back his voice was lowered now and he’d stood so closely. The tensions were thick as we stared at each other. His hands slowly made their way around my waist before resting on my back, he pulled me into his chest and hugged me resting his head on top of mine. I relaxed my head to his chest and wrapped my arms around him back, feeling as he began to sway us. “If anyone else tries to flirt with my girlfriend I think I’ll go mad.” He huffed and it seemed more like a confession than a statement.

I didn’t know how to respond to this, so I go along with it? Do I joke it off? What if someone else is in here? Then I’d have to go along. I decided to go with my gut, “I’ll beat them up for you.”

He chuckled at his and his thumbs traced circles around my back. “I always knew I’d have to fight off the competition for you,” he didn’t seemed to have realized what he was saying until it was too late and I could feel his body tense once he did.

“Oh yeah?” I poked playfully. “You always knew huh? Seems like you’ve thought about it for a while now.” I commented to mess with him. I knew he’d be flustered but I thought it was cute.

His thumbs stopped moving and I could tell he was deep in thought. “Uhm…” he started but couldn’t seem to grasp how to reply. “I just-“ I leaned my head back to look at him, right then Bucky had walked in giving a greeting nod and sitting on the couch to readjust his arm. I looked back at Steven with an amused grin knowing how we truly did have to be all show about this fake relationship. He looked at me softly, his eyes bouncing between mine then down to my lips. This simple pattern of minuscule movements made my heart flutter. His breathing picked up as he slowly leaned closer to me his eyes now fixatives on my lips before he finally fully kissed me. It was a hungry, long and passionate kiss, his hands placed on my cheeks and mine on his chest. Once we’d finished he leaned his head back just a small bit, still very close to me, close enough I could feel his warm breath brushing my face. He traced circles with his thumbs on my cheeks while he stared at my face in awe, a smile slowly forming on his lips which I mirrored. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it for a while.”

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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I have to ask..... I really need in my life a Marc Spector× YN ×Steven Grand (maybe jake?) And past sh scars... If it's not too much and of course doesn't make you u comfortable 😅😅

It's fine, but everyone who reads please read the tags and warnings.

Pairing: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockey x Reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, soothing kisses, scars

TW: past self-harm

A/N: Don't force yourself to read this if you're not in the right mind space to do so. Your well being is what's most important.

Steven is always mindful of your boundaries, but is also curious about many things, when he notices you shying away as he kisses your inner palm and moves to your wrists he has questions

He won't push the issue, but he wants you to know you can be open with him about everything and that he'll love you no matter what, just like you love him

When you show him the scars he's a little startled at first, not because he thinks they're ugly but because he worries about you

As he listens to you give the story behind your scars he makes sure to gently trace with with his thumb, letting you know that he's here, he's listening and that you're ok

Marc is no stranger to scars, after all he has many, many of them and he's sure he'll get many more

At first he didn't know that you made the scars yourself and thought that someone hurt you in the past, you'll always remember the sad look on his face when you did that to yourself

He takes your hands a makes sure to kiss each and every scar you have with so much care it makes you cry

He tells you he picked that up from you, since you always like to kiss his scars, it makes him feel better so he wanted to return the favor

Jake doesn't even flinch when you show him your scars, he's seem much worse

He asks about them but doesn't seem to mind too much when you avoid the subject either, you'll tell him eventually

All he wants is to make sure you don't do it again, that you're never driven to that dark place again, and though he's not the best talker or listener he encourages you to talk to him if needed

And you better believe that if anyone gives you shit about the scars he will track them down and he will give them their own scars, a lot of them

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80pairsofcrocs · 1 year

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baby scarab || 59

@divejffsgvdhv - omg just thinking about layla finding out about bebe scarab and casper. then that talk with the moon boys, layla and yn. 😮‍💨

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anon - what is there was a thing like a flooded kitchen and mk system and y/n fail at everything miserably and then layla pulls up liek “tf?” and fixes everything thing then asks “how did you ppl survive without me gd” and it’s just sort of a nostalgia chapter with all the early chapter vibes of mk system and y/n flashbacks

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A/N : DAMN these requests are from A WHILE ago!! glad im getting them done :))

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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read, mentions of sex, memories!! let me know if i missed anything.

~~~

you somehow woke up earlier than everyone else.

on a school day too, nonetheless.

so you decided to try and make breakfast for your parents.

key word is tried.

there was currently a fire blazing on a pan of burnt whatever the fuck you were making in the sink, while you ran to turn off the stove.

the smoke alarms went off, and you heard two alarmed voices.

“y/n! what happened?! are you okay?!” “oh shit! fire!” “por favor dime que no te quemaste, nena” all three of your fathers exclaim all at the same time, while layla rushed in after.

jake ends up fronting out of panic, and helps to put out the fire while layla waves a towel around the smoke detector, effectively shutting it off.

“i’m sorry i just wanted to make breakfast for you guys for letting me take a couple days off school-“

“hey don’t apologize. wait, since when do you do anything for us?” marc asks jokingly as jake lifts the burnt pan up to inspect it once the fires out.

“hey!” you start accusingly. “i do stuff for you all the time” you defend, to which marc raises an eyebrow through a mirror.

“i asked you to pick up your dirty clothes off the floor and you told me to stick it up my ass and then you shot webs in my face” marc deadpans and layla laughs before coming up to join you guys.

“you two need to be nicer to each other. i mean, hey, at least this kitchen hasn’t looked worse right?” she asks rhetorically, making you and steven make eye contact through a mirror.

~~~

"so? what's going on?" steven asks. you smile and set your phone face down on the table, your hand still resting on it. "casper doesnt need surgery, which is great since he wouldn't have to take the risk of his scoliosis getting worse." you shortly explain.

steven chuckles. "oh, that's great! i'm happy for him" he says, and you go to put your phone in your pocket but notice it won't come off your hand.

"y/n? you good?" steven asks, noticing your issue. "it wont come off" you tell him, shaking your hand to try and get your phone off.

"kid, quit joking around and eat your dinner" marc tells you from the reflection on the table.

"i'm not joking around! it wont come off" you grit out at him, holding your hand out to steven.

"pull it off" you waves your hand, and steven hesitates in doing so, but grasps the free end of your phone and tugs lightly, surprised that it wont come off.

"what in the bloody hell-" he starts, tugging harder while you're pulling back as well. "did you stick your phone in glue?"

"no! i dont know whats going on!" you exclaim worriedly.

with another strong pull from each of you, it finally comes off, making you and steven almost fall back in your chairs. you touch your hand to the table and notice that it doesn't stick. you look scared and confused at steven whos touching your phone.

"its not sticky. what on earth.." steven trails off, sliding your phone to you from across the table. "that was strange" marc points out.

you keep forming you hand into a fist trying to see if your fingers would stick, but you get nothing. you shakily sigh and nod to yourself while going back to eating.

"y/n-"

"please pretend that didn't just happen" you request. "i don't even know what the hell just happened"

steven nods slowly, and goes back to his plate as well. the rest of the dinner being quiet, unusually quiet.

~~~

after dinner was a mess. you made a mess while helping steven clean up.

first it was when you pulled a drawer open to put clean silverware in it, and yanked it right out of the counter, silverware flying everywhere.

the next was when you were washing your dishes and you went to turn the water off, and ended up ripping the handle off and caused water to start spraying everywhere.

and the last? well it didn't exactly make a mess, more like stop one from happening.

steven had almost dropped one of your glass cups while you were turned around, but a tiny ringing in your head made you turn around and catch it right as he dropped it.

you were having a weird day, ripping drawers out of your counter, tearing off part of your sink, the whole phone incident, and now catching something you didn't even see fall.

and as of now, you were sitting on your bed, knees to your chest while holding onto your khonshu stuffed animal. steven insisted you go take a couple minutes to rest while he cleaned up.

you felt terrible.

steven doing all the work, cleaning up your messes. it wasn't fair, you should be there helping him, but you're stuck here after what just felt like a fever dream.

"child, why do you look like that?" khonshu says from on top of your dresser, slouching so that there's about an inch between the top of hi head and the ceiling.

"rude" you scoff, hanging on tighter to the soft fabric in your arms. "not like that. why are you frustrated?" he rephrases.

you sigh and lean your head on your knees. "there is something wrong with me" you mumble.

"yesterday i complained about my backpack being heavy and i literally ripped a drawer out of a counter." you take a shaky breath. "that's not normal. nothing about what just happened out there is normal!" you reply, close to shouting out of stress.

"calm down child, you'll be okay" khonshu does his best to comfort you. you're thankful for that, even though he sucks at it.

you squeeze the plushie impossibly tighter, calming your nerves.

"is that.. the tiny, soft version of me?" khonshu asks, pointing to the tiny soft version of him that is in fact in your arms. you nod and purse your lips. "yep"

"its ugly" he insults.

"you're ugly" you retort.

khonshu gasps. "take that back, mortal"

"you first" you wrap your hands around the plushies neck "i will strangle you just like i'm strangling this" you threaten.

"you wouldnt"

"i would"

"yeah? well you're small" khonshu insults again, standing up to try and intimidate you with his size. you weren't going to lie, you were very small compared to him.

"you're just a tree" you respond, getting up as well, leaving the plushie on the bed.

"i bet you can't even touch the ceiling!" khonshu starts laughing at you, tapping the ceiling with the giant moon stick he carries every where.

"oh yeah? watch me" you jump up a couple times, finally touching it the third. "see? you.. yo-you.." you trail off. you look down and see that your feet aren't touching the ground. you dart your head up, and see that all the pads of your fingers are stuck to the ceiling.

you look to khonshu, who seems as surprised as you are. your bottom lip shakes, and you try to get your hand off the ceiling, when you hear your door open.

"hey, y/n how are you fee-" steven freezes.

"help me" you say. "now. please. fuck-" you try to pry your hand off.

"alright kid, hang on" marc was fronting now. he reaches a hand up to your wrist and tries to pull it off, this time coming off easier than your phone did.

you would have fallen if marc hadn't caught you. taking his hands off your waist once he knew you wouldn't fall, he takes your hands in his and looks them over.

"marc..?" you now look visibly shaken up. "what the fucks going on?" you ask yourself.

"i'm as clueless as you are" he answers, letting go of your hands. "maybe you should see a doctor." he suggests and you shake your head.

"they are going to put me in an asylum" you shake your head more. "this!-" you gesture to your hand" -this, is not normal!" you start freaking out.

"i was just sticking to the ceiling marc. THE CEILING!" you tell him, and you stretch your arms out in a t-pose. "if i go to a doctor, they are going to transport me to area 51!" you finish and you feel a tingle on your wrist and a 'thwip' noise.

you jerk your head to the right, seeing as it was your right hand that tingled, and see what looks like a spider web stuck to your wall, a couple strands still connected to your wrist.

you slowly look to marc again, whos staring at the web in utter shock. "that just came out of you" he mutters.

"don't say it like that" you cringe. "but yeah. it did" you say in a quieter tone.

marc claps his hands all of a sudden and points at you, making you jump. "you were bit. by a spider." he says and you nod. "those are spider webs" he points to the webs on your wall.

"wheres that spider?"

"gone. reduced to atoms" khonshu cuts in. you and marc look at each other in confusion.

"is that a metaphor...?" you ask, looking back to the bird

"no, child. i destroyed it" he answers slamming his stick on the ground.

"like completely destroyed it? or just like kind of destroyed it?" you try to get him to elaborate.

"i crushed it."

"then what?"

"i saw a bird eat it"

"was the bird you?"

"no"

"is this an important conversation?" marc interrupts. "okay, so until you get this under control don't touch anything, alright?" marc directs towards you, and you nod, completely lost.

"until then.. i don't know." he shrugs. "i got nothin'" he finishes.

"what?! what do i do?! i have school tomorrow!" you try to remain calm.

"hey hey hey, calm down" marc says, and he puts a hand on each of your shoulders. "for now just try to control it a bit, okay?" he tells you, and you nod.

"alright, good, lets go sit down" he leads you to your kitchen table and gets out some sticky notes and a pen.

you sit down in the same spot you were for dinner, and marc sits down in the chair next to you. "so what exactly is happening?" he asks, getting ready to write.

"i ripped the handle off the sink"

"right. maybe its some form of super strength" marc starts scribbling on the paper.

"i was hanging onto the ceiling by my fingers" you deadpan.

"sticky hands" he writes down and you scoff. "'sticky hands?' what are you 5?" you say sarcastically. marc gives you a look. "yes. now what else?"

you hold your arm out again, and this time webbing shoots out of your wrists and towards the mirror steven was freaking out in. "web wrists" marc writes down.

"you're a child" you acuse.

marc doesn't answer, just looks at the paper in contemplation. "do the webs.. do they come out of anywhere else?" he hesitates.

you gape at him. "i sure hope not!" you smack marc in the shoulder, and of course, your hands sticks and you sigh.

"just think about it coming off" marc suggests. "what do you think i'm doing, idiot?"

"don't call me an idiot" marc warns, and you give one final yank and your hand comes off his sleeve, you both sighing out of relief.

~~~

“yeah, totally” you agree, making layla raise an eyebrow.

“anyways, i’m sure you’ve left trash in places though” she starts. “especially you, marc”

“well i’m not the one who stuffs wrappers in people’s pockets” marc looks towards you, which makes you scoff.

~~~

"hey kid, i-" marc started, but stopped when he realizes you weren't even in the room anymore. "you didn't see her leave?" marc asks steven and he shakes his head.

"we were busy talking how was i supposed to know she was going to leave?!" steven freaks out, and notices khonshu was gone as well.

"well at least khonshu is with her" steven points out. the two are silent for a moment. "i feel like that's even worse than her being alone" steven says and marc nods along.

there's a crash from the kitchen and marc looks towards you door. "oh sweet mother of god.." marc gets up off your bed and hastily makes his way out of your room where he sees khonshu perched on top of one of your kitchen counters.

marc gives the bird a questioning look, and khonshu responds by pointing at the counter that marc couldn't see behind, referring to the fact that you were probably over there.

so with a sigh, marc makes his way over behind the counter quietly, and sees you eating pop tarts with your knees to your chest.

"kid" marc starts, crouching down next to you. "what are you doing?" he asks and you look to him with distress written all over your face.

"khonshutoldmethatimgoingtolayeggslikeaspiderandidontwanna-"

"don't talk with your mouth full" marc tells you, so you nod and swallow your food before speaking again.

"khonshu told me that i'm going to lay eggs like a spider and i dont wanna lay eggs that so gross" you slur out, shoving more of your pop tart into your mouth as marc turns to glare at khonshu.

"y/n, darling, you aren't going to.. lay eggs. don't listen to him." steven tells you from the windows reflection. you nod at him and yawn, finishing your pop tart and reaching over to stuff the wrapper in marcs pocket.

"why- nevermind." marc starts, ignoring the fact that you just used him as a garbage can. "come on, back to your room" he hooks an arm under your already bent legs and another around your shoulders, lifting you up carefully and with ease before walking back to your room, you being dead silent the whole time.

he carefully sets you down on your bed, and you immediately go to hug your pillow tightly. marc sighs and covers you with a thin blanket, since he didn't want you over heating and moving your taweret plushie so that its in front of you if you need it.

"marc?" you rasp out with your eyes now closed. "yeah?" he answers, and you sigh.

"i don't feel good" you murmur, burying your face in your pillow. "i know, just get to sleep and i promise you'll feel better when you wake up" marc tells you and you sigh tiredly again.

"promise?" you meekly ask him and he smiles slightly.

"promise"

~~~

layla sighs. “both of you just help me clean this up at least, there’s burnt.. whatever that is all over the floor” she says in disgust.

you and marc exchange glances before doing so.

layla ended up making you scrape the burnt stuff off the pan, and she made marc sweep up the floor.

all while she sat there and watched.

that’s just your mom for you though, it was a lesson learned.

you spotted a small dye stain on the counter though.

it was red.

from when you dyed your hair like months ago, the colors of your suit.

you smile thinking of the memory, but mentally cringe when you realize how faded it now is.

~~~

"y/n darling, why do you have so many colors?" steven asks, digging deeper in the box to find just about every color of the rainbow and more.

"because i'm quirky like that. now help me pick which ones i should do" you suggest and steven nods.

"you should do red and blue. like your suit" jake starts and you smile at the thought.

"that's actually not a bad idea" marc says, and steven picks up both the red and blue boxes, holding them out to you.

"let's get it started then" you start, taking the boxes and moving to the kitchen sink.

"it won't stain the sink, right?" steven asks.

"not if you scrub hard enough" you deadpan, making him give you a look.

"no, it'll be fine" you tell him, but he still seems skeptical.

"if you say so" he mumbles, watching you open the boxes to grab the tubes of color out of them.

"i'm going to do one side red and the other blue" you say more to yourself than anyone else, yet steven still nodded in acknowledgment.

"do you have gloves? because if you don't you're going to stain your hands"

oh steven. shut up. as much as you love him, he's sort of a dorky idiot sometimes.

"..yeah, i got gloves" you answer, tying up your natural hair so that it wouldn't get in the way.

"if you want you can do one half and i can do the other" you offer, steven nodding slowly.

"what if i hurt you? i don't want to accidentally pull on your hair too hard" he worries, and you shake your head slowly.

"you won't" you answer, digging through the box again and throwing a pair of gloves at him along with the red dye.

"it's simple, just rub the color into my hair i guess. then i have to wait twenty minutes to wash it out" you tell him, and he nods again.

you start doing so with the blue, after putting the gloves on of course.

steven watches first as you squeeze some of the gel into your hand, then just running it through your half of your hair.

steven reluctantly does the same, and you watch with a small smile as he carefully copies your movements.

once you were both done, you pinned it up and sat up on the counter while setting a timer with your phone after taking your gloves off and throwing them away.

steven takes his gloves off and throws them away as well, then looks to you with pursed lips.

"now what?" he asks and you shrug.

"i don't know" you sigh.

steven looks at you for a moment.

"you look like something's on your mind" he starts, and you look up at him. "care to share?"

"...it's stupid" you wave him off.

"then it shouldn't matter"

"it's about casper" you starts, steven leaning on the counter next to you.

"i.. i want to ask him to be my boyfriend" you end quietly, steven smiling at your statement.

"oh that's lovely" he replies, and you see marc and jake with different expressions from the reflection on the window above the sink next to you.

"are you sure he's the right one?" marc asks and you glare at him.

"nonono- i'm not criticizing i'm just making sure that you're making the right choice" he corrects and you nod.

"you don't have to worry about me. this isn't life or death, it's-"

"it's just a relationship, i know" he waves you off, making you snort and turn to jake, who has a smile on his face.

"you must let me know what he says, mi vida" he begins. "if he says no, i can always have a talk with him"

"that won't be necessary but thank you" you tell him, and as if on cue, your phone rings, signaling that casper was calling.

"well? answer it" steven nods to your phone, so you pick it up and press the small green button.

"hey, y/n i have a question" you hear instantly.

"you could've texted me"

"i wanted to hear your voice" he starts, steven listening with a smile.

"anyways- if you want my mom made bread again and wondered if you would come over for dinner"

you look to steven for permission, to which he nods.

"yeah, i'd.. i'd love to" you answer and you hear someone telling his name in the background.

"oh- that's allison i have to go. but text me when you're on your way" he hangs up, just like that.

you make direct eye contact with steven, waiting for him to speak.

"good, now you can ask him to be your boyfriend tonight"

your eyes widen a fraction. "what? no. not today i just meant like in time-"

"if you don't do it, i'll have khonshu cast another spell on you" steven grins.

your lips part in shock. "you wouldn't"

"i believe i would" he replies, to which you glare at him.

khonshu decided to appear next to you, perched on the counter. "he is not bluffing" he tells you.

you turn to glare at him, then back at steven. "fine" you throw your hands up in the air.

"but if he says no-"

"which he won't" steven interrupts.

"-jake is not going to have a talk with him" you conclude, and jake scoffs from the window.

"but it would hurt your feelings" he tries to justify his reasoning to beat up a 16 year old boy.

"there will be no talking" you tell him sternly and he nods hesitantly.

you're about to give a mini lecture to marc, when as if on cue your timer goes off.

"that was the quickest twenty minutes ever" you mutter. "okay, time to stain the sink"

"y/n you said it wouldn't stain!"

"i'm kidding, don't be a baby"

~~~

“y/n your phones ringing” marc tells you, breaking you from your head.

you look to him and see that he had your phone in his hand, and then observed that casper was calling you.

you sigh and answer it on speaker since you had to keep scraping the pan.

“why are you calling me so early?” you ask, and you hear a scoff.

“because i want to know if i can walk you to school and i was actually doing research” he says and you make a face.

“..about what?” you ask skeptically, while both layla and marc listen in.

“do you remember like a month ago when your cramps started and you said they felt like someone was smashing your uterus with a hammer?” he asks and you think back to your last period, when your cramps had gotten particularly painful.

“yeah why?” you answer.

“i found a solution” he starts and you raise an eyebrow.

“solution? like a tylenol?” you ask and you hear him hum before snickering.

“no- no actually i was looking online at things that could help relieve cramps and i’ll bet that you didn’t know that orgasms can in fact help”

“hey casper?” you ask as you feel your face heat up.

“yeah?”

“you’re on speaker”

there’s silence for a second.

“..who’s.. who just heard that?” casper asks hesitantly.

“both her parents, that’s who” marc speaks up, coming up close to you, who is internally dying.

“you couldn’t have just texted me? i woulda laughed if my parents weren’t in the room” you scold, and marc gives you a look.

“hey, you’re lucky i let the whole sex thing go but-“

“excuse me, the what?” layla interrupts and comes to stand to the other side of you.

“..shit” marc mutters, and you sigh.

“casper, i’ll see you at school” you say quickly before hanging up.

you slowly turn to face layla who doesn’t seem to find the situation funny.

“go get ready, i need to have a talk with your father” she falsely smiles at you so you just simply nod and do as she says, hoping she won’t give marc that bad of a talk.

~~~

"what fucking time is it?" marc complains, handing the control right to steven when he realizes how tired he was.

"oh wow thanks mate. it's only 7:38, quit being a baby" he yawns, slowly getting up off the bed.

"you think she's still sleeping?" steven asks out into the open, moving around the kitchen to make some tea.

"she better be, she had a rough night" jake answers, remembering how you masked the emotions you felt after watching all of them nearly die.

"what about casper? is he still here?" steven asks and he's only met with silence.

"yeah. nice talking to you too, numbskulls" steven rolls his eyes, leaving his kettle to heat up with the water to go check on you.

now, when he opened your door he's was met with a faint aroma he hadn't ever smelled before in your room, and that's when he felt the broken webs on the doorframe, and the fact that you were laying on top of casper.

he tilted his head as he ventured in a little more,

not wanting to intrude to much while you were asleep.

that's when jake noticed a couple things.

he saw a still damp washcloth on your nightstand, one of your bras was thrown onto the floor, which was not like you since you kept all your clothes private, oh and don't forget the pack of condoms on the floor next to it.

"steven get out" jake says and steven furrows his eyebrows.

"wha-"

"go drink your tea. just get out"

"but why-" he looks down, and his eyes linger on the box.

"oh my lord... are those-"

"are those fucking condoms?! are you kidding me?!" marc exclaims, and steven sees you stir in your sleep, so he scurries out of the room, shutting the door quietly.

steven was in shock. he was frozen in place as marc and jake argued.

"they did not- there's no fucking way-" marc starts.

"you're in denial amigo. it smelled like sex in there" jake retorts and marc feels like crawling into a hole and dying.

"but she-"

"but she what? steven said she was a horny teenager" jake scoffs and steven hums in denial, slowly walking back to pour his tea.

"i didn't say that, i said she was getting to the age where those type of hormones are-"

"steven please" marc cuts in and steven nods in understanding.

your door clicked open, revealing you rubbing your eyes and putting on one of your sweaters, closing the door behind you and calmly moving into the kitchen to reach up in the cabinet for your pop tarts.

"how are you guys feeling?" you ask the guys worriedly, eyeing stevens leg and seeing through the hole in his pants where the knife was that there wasn't any more blood or cuts, he was good as new.

"we are good, but you-"

"were you busy last night?" marc asks and you tilt your head.

"not necessarily"

"okay so what did you do?"

you stayed quiet, trying to figure out if he knew anything.

"me and casper-"

"i knew it!"

"-built a fort on the roof" you purse your lips and marc scoffs.

"oh yeah? what about after that?" he asks, not fronting and stepping closer to you.

"we went to bed"

"the same bed?"

"yep"

"hm"

marc takes a step away, leaning against the tower and finishes preparing stevens tea for him.

"so why was there a box of condoms on your floor?" marc asks nonchalantly and you choke on your pop tart.

your face turned as red as ever, and you looked down at the floor.

"we're going to have to have a talk, kid" marc starts, while you continue to hide your face from him.

"and your little boyfriend is invited too"

~~~

marc wanted to kicked casper out.

well, not kick, he just wanted to threatened him if he didn't get his stuff and leave.

marc needed him to stay though, so he could go over some ground rules.

which is what you were doing now. sitting on the couch while marc paced back and forth in front of you.

"listen, i know you're mad-" you start but are cut off.

"no no no- not mad just very disappointed" marc pulled the disappointed card, making you scoff.

"you're only 17, you have your whole life to do.. that" he starts and you sigh.

"and especially not in this house, or at least- i don't know pick up your clothes and the.. the uhm-"

"condoms"

"thank you steven- pick those up off the floor" marc continues and you nod.

marc takes a breath and runs a hand through his hair. "i can't do this- steven do you mind?" marc asks and steven hums.

"i got it, mate" and marc passes the control to steven, and he looks at the two of you.

"alright. yeah" he nods to himself. "so obviously you knew what you were doing, judging by the box of condoms on the floor" he starts and you groan, looking to casper who's just as uncomfortable as you are.

"hey- don't make that face you did this to yourself" steven says to the both of you, making you lean back and cross your arms.

"as i was saying- just because you practiced safe sex doesn't mean you can't contract diseases-"

"steven please stop" you say and cover your face with your hands.

"but you need to know that-"

"please no"

"darling-"

"steven"

he gives you a pointed look. "alright, alright just- if you decide to do it again just make sure you do it safely"

"and if you'd like you can talk to a doctor and get yourself some birth control"

"talk to a doctor?" you repeat. "no fucking way"

"watch your language, and yes, talk to a doctor" steven starts. "i reckon you haven't seen one of those for a long while, hm?" he asks and your silence gives him his answer.

"i should probably go-" casper starts but is so rudely interrupted by marc suddenly fronting.

"hang on just a second" he begins. "on no circumstances will you ever- and i mean ever lay a hand on my daughter until she's 18, you hear me?" he says sternly and casper nods frantically.

"good, now if you need to go then you should probably do so before i change my mind" marc tells him and he slowly gets off the couch.

"do you have everything?" you ask him quietly while marc turns back around to engage in conversation with steven and jake in one of the mirrors.

"yeah, my moms expecting me home soon" he shrugs and you walk him to the door after he puts his shoes on.

"i'm really sorry" you apologize. "i didn't think they'd find out- i should've-"

"hey, it's no big deal" casper smiles at you, opening the door.

"are you sure? please know that they would never actually hurt you" you say quickly and he chuckles.

"calm down and forget about it okay? he is about to pat your shoulder before he remembers the no touching rule.

"i'll call you later" he nods to you and you give him a confused look.

"no kiss?" you playfully pout and he rolls his eyes.

"now you look desperate" he says, making you scoff and take him by the collar of his shirt to deliver a quick kiss to his lips, then pulls back to nod at him.

"have a safe trip home" you tell him seriously and he nods, walking back so that he's in the hallway.

you close the door behind him and turn around slowly with a giddy smile on your face, marc giving you a weird look as you lock the door.

~~~

you came out of the bathroom after getting completely ready for school to see marc sitting on the couch with his arms crossed.

“what happened?” you ask, not seeing layla anywhere.

“i’m grounded” he scoffs and you smile at him.

“how’s it feel?” you start. “and where’d she go?”

“it feels fantastic” he begins sarcastically. “but she went up to the roof to probably punch something” he answers and you cringe.

“but it’s freezing outside, it’s almost winter” you say and he nods.

“she won’t be gone long, so i’d get to school before she can come give you a talk too” he tells you while both steven and jake agree.

you nod and head towards the door to get your shoes on.

“i’ll see you guys later, love you” you exclaim out towards your boys.

“love you too, sweetheart” “adios, mi vida” “have a nice day, love” are the responses you get before shutting the door behind you.

and now, you were waiting in your apartments lobby for a probably embarrassed casper to arrive.

and what a day it’s going to be.

~~~

A/N : it took fucking forever to find the specific memories from the earlier chapters omg but it was sooooooooooo fun i hope to do something like this again!!

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petertingle-yipyip · 1 month

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SO LONG LONDON - STEVEN GRANT

Pairing: steven x reader (established) (and then marc shows up)

Word Count: 2,489

Summary: Dating Steven was always a bit of a gamble. So when a beautiful woman comes to town claiming your boyfriend as her husband, you find a whole new side to the man you love.

//honestly idk what happened here, just go with it//

It made no sense.

You two were scheduled together all the time. Donna claimed it was the only way to make sure Steven actually showed up to his shifts. And for the most part, it worked. Occasionally, you two would have a day or two different and he wouldn’t show or would be ridiculously late. But you were usually able to explain it away to your manager so Steven wouldn’t get in trouble.

But now, it has been three straight days of Steven pulling no-calls-no-shows. Even when you tried to call him, it went straight to voicemail. Like his phone wasn’t even on.

You were walking around the city that day after work. You picked up some lunch and were looking at your phone, contemplating whether or not you wanted to try calling out texting him again, but the sharp whizz of a woman on a moped cut you off.

You stopped so suddenly in your tracks that your phone fell from your hands as you scrambled to catch your food.

“I’m so sorry!” The woman said quickly, suddenly in front of you with your phone in hand. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” You shrugged it off and held a hand out for your phone. She went to pass it back to you but her eyes lingered on your screen where Steven’s contact photo was waiting.

“It was my fault for not looking.” You tried while she quietly stared at the screen. Your fingers hooked on your device and with a slight tug, you got it back.

“I’m Layla, by the way.” She said when you had moved to leave.

“Y/N.” You nodded. “Nice to meet you.” You tried to leave again but she spoke up.

“Boyfriend?”

“What?”

“The guy on your phone.” She gestured to your hand where your phone still sat. As subtle as possible, your thumb hit the lock button to hide the photo that was still waiting. “Is that your boyfriend?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “He’s M.I.A. right now so I’m starting to worry. Normal girlfriend things, y’know? He’s a bit of a sleepwalker so…” You finished awkwardly.

“Would you…” She began and your brows raised. “Would you wanna get some coffee maybe? I think we should talk some more.”

“Oh, well.. Thank you but I should get home. I’m like three missed calls away from a missing persons report.” You tried to joke.

“It’s just that your boyfriend looks an awful lot like my husband.”

“What?” Your heart sunk.

“Yeah, uh..” She hurried to pull her phone from her bag. “My husband, Marc Spector. Maybe you’ve heard his name? He comes and goes for work but then I got a call and now I’m here trying to find him.”

“Oh!” You sighed in relief. “Okay, it’s probably a coincidence because my boyfriend’s name is.. Steven… Gra…”

Your sentence trailed off as Layla showed you her screen and a photo of her and someone who looked exactly like Steven faced you. His posture was different and you assumed his aura was as well. His hair was styled differently and he even wore different clothes than Steven would. Too similar to ignore but too different to convince you.

“Wow, um, that resemblance really is… Y’know what, maybe we should get some coffee.” You agreed.

After a while of you two talking, neither of you were convinced the other person was talking about the same person. Layla’s ‘Marc’ seemed to have a completely different personality than Steven. He seemed rougher, insufferable even. To be able to completely abandon your wife with no explanation was borderline appalling, and Steven would never. He hardly even went to run errands without giving you a full list of everywhere he intended to go.

As far as you could tell, the only similarity was their looks.

You offered to bring her to Steven’s apartment to show her that he was a different person with a different life. But when you knocked, your usual habit just in case he was home, he actually answered the door.

“Hello, Love.” He smiled at you, though the expression quickly faded when he saw yours. “Something wrong?”

“Steven, this is Layla. Layla, Steven.” You introduced before she had pushed past you both and into the apartment.

Steven looked at you in confusion but you smiled in apology with a small shrug. He stepped aside and gestured for you to come in so you did. Layla was investigating the small space and Steven was staying close to your side. You could feel his fingers tapping the back of your hand, his silent request to interlock your fingers together, but you put your hands in your jacket pocket instead.

“This is your flat, Marc?” She asked and you were thankful someone finally spoke to break the tension.

“I’m Steven, actually.” He answered.

“And you live here with her?” She gestured to you.

“No.” You answered for yourself. “I stay a few blocks over.”

“It’s my mum’s flat, actually.” Steven defended.

“You guys are talking again?” She asked as she found one of the poetry books on his shelves.

They exchanged remarks about the French poet and the hieroglyphics on Steven’s desk. You watched quietly and were finding nothing that could indicate Steven was Marc. But then again, the one French poet he knew just so happened to be Layla’s favorite. And his explanation of hieroglyphs was the same as hers.

Was it possible?

While the two turned to argue about divorce papers and Steven’s identity, you were distracted by the unusual gym bag on the table. You glanced and saw them take their conversation to another side of the room so you went over to the bag. You were thankful it was already unzipped so you pulled the sides apart and were dumbfounded by what you saw.

Stacks of money, a gun, a golden bug, and a passport.

You were drawn to the document so you pulled it out quietly and opened it, seeing a different name printed on the page.

“Marc Spector.” You read to yourself and your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest.

“Who’s Marc?” You asked suddenly, drawing attention to yourself. You held up the passport expectantly.

“Oh, jeez, uh…” Steven rushed over, crumbling the divorce papers under his arm as he reached for the passport.

“No.” You held it further away. “Who are you?”

“C’mon, love. You know me.” He tried, almost desperate for you to be on his side.

“I don’t think I do.” You said sadly. “Who’s Marc? Is he your twin brother or something?”

“I don’t know.” He answered quickly.

“He is Marc and he needs to tell me if we’re getting this divorce or not.” Layla spoke up and snatched the papers from under Steven’s arm.

“You seem lovely, Layla, truly. But I’m not Marc Spector.” He insisted and you so badly wanted to believe him. “I’m Steven Grant and I work at a gift shop. Well, I used to work at a gift shop. I just want my life back.”

“Doesn’t seem like you know which life that is, do you?” You slammed the passport against his chest.

“Y/N, please wait.” He reached for your hand but you backed away.

You nearly ran down the hall to the elevator. You needed to get away. From Layla. From Steven or Marc or whoever the hell he was.

It felt like you didn’t know him anymore. A different name you could live with. A secret job, sure, you could get over that. But a wife? An entirely opposite personality? That shook your entire world, the very foundation of your relationship. You could justify the rest but the idea of him loving someone else so wholly and being someone else so entirely, it had you questioning everything you knew.

About him. About life and love. Even about yourself.

It made you wonder if you could walk away from it all. Say so long to the quiet london boy that stole your heart.

You were back in your apartment before you knew it and you leaned against the closed door for a moment once you were inside. Your head was spinning with the new situation and you decided you didn’t want to think about it. You pushed yourself up and headed to your fridge, picking out one of the cans you usually reserved for after dinner or nights you had friends over for drinks and movies. You took it into your room and got changed before dropping onto your couch.

You put your can on the side table and picked up the remote, flipping through channels until a familiar movie played. You let it run as background noise while you read your book and slipped your drink. But despite your best efforts, Steven was still present in your mind. When you were picturing the main male character, all you could picture was your boyfriend. One of the female characters started to look like Layla. It drove you insane.

You threw the book to the coffee table and dropped to your back across the cushions. You didn’t know how long you had been staring at your ceiling when someone knocked on your door. The first time the noise came, you didn’t move. Surely whoever it was would leave. But after a few seconds the knocking came again, with more authority than the first time. so you hauled yourself up and shuffled over.

Opening the door, you were greeted by the ghost of your boyfriend. For the most part, it was the same man. Same clothes and same facial features. But his dark curls were pushed out of his face. His posture stood taller and his shoulders pulled back.

It didn’t take long for you to recognize you weren’t looking at Steven.

You moved to close the door when his hand shot out to stop you. You tried leaning some of your body weight against the door but it hardly budged. You muttered a small complaint to yourself before stepping back and opening the door fully.

You stared at the imposter expectantly.

“Not gonna let me in?” He asked, gesturing slightly towards your apartment.

Even his voice was different. Missing the accent, deeper and fuller than Steven’s. Seeing the more mature sound come from your boyfriend’s face sent goosebumps across your skin.

“Why would I? I don’t know you.” You shrugged.

“C’mon, Y/N.” He groaned and ran a hand down his face. “You really wanna have this conversation in the hall?”

You sighed heavily and as if on cue, your nosy neighbor was leaving her apartment. You grabbed Marc’s jacket and pulled him in, giving the woman a quick wave and a tight smile. You heard her question who he was but you shut the door before having to answer. You stared at the door for a second to collect yourself before turning to face Marc, who had already made himself comfortable on your couch.

“Little early in the day for drinks, don’t you think?” He tried to joke and shook the empty can but you didn’t laugh.

“Well when I find out my boyfriend is married and absolutely not who I thought he was, I’m entitled to a spiked lemonade… Just be glad it isn’t the bottle of vodka in my freezer.” You countered, the words spilling faster than you could control them. “So who the hell are you this time?”

“My name’s Marc.” He began and you rolled your eyes. “Steven and I are…”

“Twins?” You tried your earlier guess. You just desperately wanted something simple for an explanation. A case of mistaken identity among twins was simple enough.

“No, not exactly.”

“But you are the one married to that girl, Layla, right?” You pressed.

“Yeah.” He nodded and a small smile crossed his lips. “Steven’s never met her till today.”

“Well…” You said awkwardly, coming a few steps closer. “She’s very pretty.”

He smiled a little wider for a second before he seemed to remember why he was there.

“Listen, I came here because I wanted to try and explain what I could to you.” He began carefully.

“Is Layla right then, Steven’s just an act?” You cut in sharply. “A fake name so you can lead a life away from her? Because it seems to me that that woman loves you. Why she would is baffling to me and why you would divorce her is even more ludacris.”

“He’s not an act and he’s not fake.” He seemed to flinch at the last word. “Maybe he’s not all that real, either. It’s…” He blew out a heavy sigh. “It’s complicated, Y/N/N.”

“Don’t you dare.” You said tightly, closing the distance to put yourself in front of Marc. “You’ve existed to me for all of ten minutes. You have no right to call me that.”

“You’re right.” His hands went up in surrender. “I’m sorry.”

“How do you know about that anyway?”

“I know pretty much everything about Steven’s life.” He shrugged innocently. “You, the gift shop, his really shitty boss. I know what bus he takes, that goddamn fish. Jesus, I even know what underwear brand he wears.”

“How? Why? I just-“ You groaned and pushed your hands into your hair. “What the hell is going on, Marc?”

“Sometimes…” He spoke carefully, as if he was treading around land mines. “There were a few nights when you would come to Steven’s, or walking back to his place after work, it wouldn’t be him… He wouldn’t take over in time and it would be me. Kinda got to know you through that.”

“Oh my god.” You said quietly, your hand covering your mouth as you sunk into the chair beside you. “When he would be super quiet and just nodding or making little humming noises…”

“Yeah…” He hesitantly agreed, clearly embarrassed. “I tried to kind of push him forward but- I don’t know how this shit works, Y/N. I’m just living with it at this point.”

“So… You’re Marc and he’s Steven, but you’re also the same?” You questioned as the information tried to sink in. “Like you two are-“ You interlocked your fingers together.

“Same body, different people.” He nodded. “I know it’s a lot but don’t.. Don’t leave him over this.”

“Leave him?” Your brows furrowed and you almost laughed. “I’m not gonna leave him over this.”

“Really?” His brows raised quizzically. “Cause it didn’t seem that way when you walked out.”

“I can handle personalities, I think. It’s the marriage that’s a problem.”

“To be fair, it’s my marriage.” He offered. “Like I said, he never knew her.”

“I just need a day or two to let it process.” You confessed. “And I think you need a day or two to figure out things with Layla.”

“Yeah, probably right.”

“And if you two work it out, me and Layla are gonna have to figure out an arrangement.”

#steven grant fic #steven x yn #steven grant one shot #mcu steven grant #steven grant hc #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #marc spector moon knight #steven grant moon knight #moon knight fic #moon knight x yn #moon knight x you #steven grant angst #marc spector angst #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight

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asherloki · 1 year

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Tickle game

Steven grant x reader

Request:- steven and yn are tickle fighting eachother and one ends up on top of the ither and they do *it* and they are also friends who really like eachother they just dont know how to tell eachother - anon.

Warning:- slight smut

You went out in early morning cause you had a special presentation at office. On the other hand your dear friend Steven grant had an as usual boring stupid rough day at work. He came to his flat and was excited to have have a movie night with you as you two planned, you were still in office. He texted you.

'when are you coming?'

You were so busy that you couldn't reply to him before an hour late to that text.

'yeah I'm coming in half an hour, sorry for late reply Steven'.

After you reached his, you saw Steven put on his glasses and was reading an Egyptian book. You came from behind and tapped his shoulder,

"Steven boy, are you reading?"

"Mm hm" he said in reply. You knew he was a little upset, for having a tough day and not having you When he needed. But there was another thing you had a crush on him. Maybe he did too, you were quite sure his heart wasn't empty.

"Oh is my boy sad?" You asked.

"No, not at all" he said keeping his nose stuck to his book. You were getting impatient to see your friend smile so you tickled him in ear,

"Y/n, ouch it tickles" he said.

"That was my fucking intention Mr Grant" you said. To which he stood in order to take your bag he put it on table and tickled you, as you two were running you landed on his bed and he on top of you then started tickling you everywhere he knows it hits.

"So miss y/n, now?"

"Oh gosh Steven stop" you said laughing and screaming, until he mistakenly squeezed your one of your tit.

"Ah" you let out a moan and he stopped.

"Oh bugger, sorry I didn't mean to "Steven was so embarrassed that he was almost red. You looked at him with lustful eyes, "do more Steven"

"More what?" Stammered he "tickling or?"

"Or!" You said moving yourself seductively on bed.

"I think you want it too?" You said.

"I... I..." While he stammered you caught his neck and pulled him for a lusty kiss.

His needy eyes told you he wanted more too.

He leaned on you then and there started to suck your jaw line. While unbuttoning your shirt. You layed there under him with wearing just your black bra. Which you unclasped while he kept sucking your coller bone. Your bra was removed. Steven lifted his eyes to see you absolutely bare, be gulped.

"Do you really want me to..?" He asked.

"All yours." Was your reply.

"I never knew you liked me in this way".

"I never knew you did" said you "I fucking want you , now Steven."

He placed his face on your tit and bit and suck it letting you moan. And his finger tickled your other nipple.

"Ah Steven stop". You said, it was painfully pleasing.

"No" he said still sucking you. That vibration was enough for you to cum.

"Steven I..." You said until you felt his hand reaching down there. His fingers touched you making you shiver. He looked to you, "want me to tickle you there?"

"No, put it in" you said pointing towards his finger.

His smirk with a mixture of innocent was a sign that the night is gonna be fun.

#steven grant smut #steven grant #moon knight #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x y/n #steven with a v

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nana1000night · 2 years

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STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE Masterlist

September 🍂

Week 1 (9.7~9.11)

9/7、9/8

Diplomatic Negotiations drabble by @oh-my-damn

were-creature Wednesday: werewolf Ari and Luna by @imaginedreamwrite

Dark Tony Stark x Reader by @mrsdarkandyandere7

Avengers Game Night Headcanon by @marvel-sambuckyvibes

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader by @angelltheninth

Dennis Baker drabbles by @ littlelioncub43

Bucky Barnes | B&B SFW Alphabet by @rookthorne

One Night Stand by @caplanbuckybarnes

Dennis Baker married life by @ littlelioncub43

Whumptember 2022 prompt:sick pairing:Frank Adler /little!reader by @comfortcap

Tell him you’re mine(Curtis Everett /fem!reader) by @vivianandherlily

Forgot by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Bring me to life part 1 by @nekoannie-chan

Love poison (Steve Rogers /fem!reader) by @empyreanwritings

9/9

‘Cause I can’t help if you look like an angel by @wildestdreamsblog

Andy Barber (Mr.Freezy) x reader by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

For You I’ll Fight || Bruce Wayne Imagine by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

Forgot - but then Steve Remembers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Clubs and Things by @samwilsonsbabymama

AU!Buckys and their readers by @angrythingstarlight

Fluff and nsfw (fluff part) by @ronearoundblindly

Stars and Stripes | s.w. by @sweetascanbee

There's still time (Eddie Brock x Reader) by @raincoffeeandfandoms

in layman's terms by @sweetdreamsbuck

Beautifully Unfinished by @kayteewritessteve

Midnight Stroll by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

The Feeling’s Mutual by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 by @buckycuddlebuddy

CE characters react when their girls withhold sex..just to tease him hc by @royalsweetteaa

9/10

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 6 (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @disasterofastory

Gotcha Day | s.r. by @sweetascanbee

Summer Wedding by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Vampire reader x steve by @ronearoundblindly

deep sea mermaid reader x steve by @ronearoundblindly

art - bucky barnes x reader by @onceuponastory

college bruce banner x g/n! reader by @fluffyprettykitty

9/11

mob boss! Steve x reader by @angrythingstarlight

Andy Barber x reader (3k wheels of filth drabble celebration) by @ the-iceni-bitch

Royal Flush-Part 5* by @ilovefandoms102

steve rogers x trench mermaid pt.2 by @ronearoundblindly

fluffy Friday (Ari x Luna) by @imaginedreamwrite

Steve x fem!reader by @sanguineterrain

once in a lifetime by @ classicalmarvel

Blanket Monster by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Give Me a Hand? by @the-iceni-bitch

Week 2

The One in Charge by @raincoffeeandfandoms

boyfriend!Ari Levinson x student! Reader by @junipermuses

FK!Ari x reader by @onsunnyside

Jake Jensen x reader by @littlelioncub43

𝐌𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 by @vivianandherlily

Mixed Signals - Part I: A Chris Evans Mini Fic (Three Parts) by @chris-evans-fics

Happy Father's Day - Jake Jensen by @justalonelyslytherin

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY - COLIN SHEA by @justalonelyslytherin

Hey, Kitty Kitty by @royalsweetteaa

Sprinkle by @buckyalpine

Heavenly Touch by @straywords

bucky barnes x reader by @annab-nana

bucky barnes x reader quote by @incorrectanything

Ari x Reader: won't you whisper soft and slow? (One Shot) by @cruelfvkingsummer

adopted a puppy CE x reader by @imyourbratzdoll

Hot Tubs and Bubs by @f10werfae

Escape by @golden-ariess

whats-it-like-being-tall-yn-is-it by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Sox (Chris Evans x Reader Headcannon) by @cevansgoatee

CE x reader 3 parts by @classicalmarvel

HONEYMOON WITH ARI by @classicalmarvel

safe in your arms by @classicalmarvel

winter things by @classicalmarvel

you make me feel like a teenager in loveee! by @classicalmarvel

3 headcanons by @classicalmarvel

Mob Bucky x F reader by @buckyalpine

Well-deserved throne by @sinner-as-saint

A morning with Stevie- questions and answers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Sleepy by @comfortcap

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 6 by @georgiapeach30513

Civil war Bucky + overstimulation (light fic) by @buckgasms

A simple mission by @nekoannie-chan

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

40s Bucky + Virginity by @buckgasms

Summer Wedding Part 4 by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Happy ending by @nekoannie-chan

fluffy smut steve rogers x reader by @the-iceni-bitch

Silverfox Johnny drunk rambling to his baby by @imaginedreamwrite

𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 by @buckycuddlebuddy

Like Braille by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Smut Dialogue: “Is that a thong?” with Ari Levinson by @the-iceni-bitch

October 🎃

S IS FOR SMOOTH by @peternoonewantsthat

Plushie Problem by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

SOMEBODY ELSE by @shedobewritingalittle

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 by @vivianandherlily

Time For A Break- Chris Evans xreader fic by @sarahrogersevans

DAY 21 — THIGH FUCKING by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Flashed a Tit by @f10werfae

Summer wedding Part 6 by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Part 5

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Mafia!Bucky x Reader by @angrythingstarlight

OVER AND OVER - ARI LEVINSON SMUT by @frostironfudge

Misreaders by @royalesweetteaa

DAY 20 — THIGH RIDING by @bucky-barnes-diaries

A PLACE TO COME HOME TO by @justalonelyslytherin

I WANT YOU- CHRIS EVANS XREADER FAN FIC by @sarahrogersevans

Slice of Life by @fluffycutecevans

HEAVEN FOR YOU: PART 4 by @imaginedreamwrite

KITCHEN DISASTER by @nekoannie-chan

𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝟒 by @buckyhoney

POSTCARDS MASTERLIST by @sebbytrash

𝗖𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁- 𝗔𝗿𝗶 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 by @gutflorizt

FOOLS RUSH IN (OCT 20TH) by @ronearoundblindly

TWO OF US by @lovebittenbyevans

Drabble 1

Drabble 2

Drabble 3

Drabble 4

Drabble 5

IG Posted ｜Part 2 ｜ Part 3 ｜

Aesthetic au

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me by @wildestdreamsblog

SHORT STUFF - BUCKY BARNES X READER by @youlightmeupfinn

Ransom/daycare! reader by @imaginedreamwrite

A TOUCH OF DESIRE by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

UNTITLED DRABBLE by @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

HIS BRIDE by @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

TICKLETOBER DAY 18: CHASE by @supermarvel-fics

A DAY FULL OF SURPRISES- STEVE ROGERS XREADER FIC by @sarahrogersevans

A TEASE by @lokiandbuckysdoll

MOVING DAY by @fortheloveoffanfic

CAT-SITTING by @youre-amazing-say-it

NASTY NAUGHTY BOY || STEVE ROGERS X FEM!READER by @ro-is-struggling

college fuckboy buck x f reader by @buckyalpine

Kiss it Better by @straywords

A DATE WITH THE BOSS by @lokiandbuckysdoll

BUCKY BARNES | ONE SHOT | OKAY by @adrinktostopyourthirst

HIDE AND SEEK | STEVE ROGERS BY @earth616variant

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Your Protector, Forever BY @wildestdreamsblog

Nursing Our Hearts Back to Health BY @justalonelyslytherin

THE DAY STEVE ROGERS SAVED ME FROM A FIRE- STEVE ROGERS XREADER FIC BY @sarahrogersevans

innocent crybaby reader: bodyguard ari BY @onsunnyside

corruption kink by @holylulusworld

Writers Block by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

kinktober masterlist by @bubblessunshinehoney

Steven/Marc/Jake x F!Reader by @soonknight

Kinktober bingo by @nomadicpixel

Shorty McLovin by @f10werfae

Timeless lovin’ by @royalsweetteaa

Part 1

FARM BOY STEVE by @onsunnyside

IT’S FUN BEING BAD by @sunshinebuckybarnes

Loud Thoughts & Hot Cocoa- Chris Evans xreader fan fic by @sarahrogersevans

LOVERS IN THE ORCHARD by @vintagestarlight

Kinktober Masterlist by @luxeavenger

kinktober masterlist by @imyourbratzdoll

kinktober masterlist by @traitorjoelite

STARTING GATE by @navybrat817

werewolf Curtis x Luna by @imaginedreamwrite

The Fitness Pack masterlist by @holylulusworld

JUST A LITTLE TASTE | B. BARNES by @buckspumpkin

Kissing + Wakanda Bucky by @buckgasms

FRESH FALLEN SNOW by @georgiapeach30513

Nothing I Won’t Do- Chris Evans xreader fan fic by @sarahrogersevans

TAME by @buckyalpine

CE CHARACTERS PODCAST HEADCANNON AND WHAT THEY WOULD LISTEN TO XREADER by @sarahrogersevans

PHIL’S BIRTHDAY by @anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount

𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (1) ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙗.𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 • 𝙨.𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 by @hellsbarnes

CALL IT DREAMING by @helios-writes

SAM WILSON X GN!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

BATHTIME | B.B. by @intrepidacious

HARD TO HANDLE by @rubynationwins

ok maybe not a good guy but at least a dateable guy? by @angrythingstarlight

HAPPINESS GREED? by @ace-of-gay

kinktober masterlist by @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

BOUND BY THE NIGHT by @jobean12-blog

SHE’S NOT YOU by @alisonsfics

Title: One Night Only by @jessybarnes

Bucky craving pumpkins with reader by @foreverindreamlandd

FRIENDLY COMPETITION by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Angrydaddy Andy forcing kitten reader to hump on his leather shoes while he is in a meeting by @onsunnyside

TOGETHER FOREVER by @syntheticavenger

EARPIECE STEVE ROGERS X GN!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

Kinktober Masterlist by @bucky-barnes-diaries

512 - B.B by @the-canary

HOMECOMINGSTEVE ROGERS X F!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

Always Enough by @jobean12-blog

Ned；bucky barnes x reader by @buckyalpine

SWEET DREAMS by @buckyalpine

WHAT YOUR HONEYMOON WITH STEVE ROGERS WOULD INCLUDE... by @alloftheimaginesblog

PRETTY GIRL by @jewels2876

JUMP WITH ME by @writercole

best friend Bucky by @buckyalpine

chris x foreigner reader by @imyourbratzdoll

andy barber x reader x steve rogers(past relationship) by @imyourbratzdoll

STAY by @librariesandcastles

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬. by @imyourbratzdoll

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 by @imyourbratzdoll

Growing Pains Series by @cevansbrat0007

Kinktober 2022 by @holylulusworld

COCKTAIL by @jobean12-blog

KINKTOBER DAY 12: MOMMY KINK W/ STEVE ROGERS by @marvelouscharlie24

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist by LATE-TO-THE-PARTY-81

SECRET FAMILY RECIPE - STEVE ROGERS by JUSTALONELYSLYTHERIN

DON’T SAY ANYTHING (PART 3) by CUMONBUCKY

DON’T SAY ANYTHING (PART 2) by CUMONBUCKY

animal shifter au by SARGENTBARXES

boss!vampire!bucky x PA plus size reader by SEBASTIANSLUTS

SHOW ME by SPECTRE-POSTS

DO YOU WANT TO HAVE AN ALPHA? by WELLDONEBECA

THIRD WHEEL by HANNIBALS-FAVOURITE-MEAL

"YOU KEPT THIS?" by JUSTALONELYSLYTHERIN

SAME SIDE by NEKOANNIE-CHAN

KINKTOBER DAY 10: BITING W/ LLOYD HANSEN by MARVELOUSCHARLIE24

Second Chance- Steve Rogers xreader fan fic by SARAHROGERSEVANS

THE MAID OF MR. BARNES + LONG NIGHT (BUCKY BARNES X READER) by DISASTEROFASTORY

AUTUMN IS HEALING by RONEAROUNDBLINDLY

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬: Ari Levinson and Nomad Steve Rogers by LILACEVANS

what each of the guys' dicks look like and i need to know your opinion now by VALLEYFAE

I Will Never Forget. He Never Did Either by ROYALWRITERSOFTHEUNIVERSES

November ❄️

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December ☃️

Week 1

Week 2

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Week 4𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

#stardust reblog challenge #nana's reblog challenge

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Marvel characters as your parents

Moon knight

Marc- Marc is the fun dad. He'd make your favorite foods every day and would buy anything you asked for. He'd never yell at you unless it has to do with your safety. Every Friday the two of you would do something fun together. Whether it's mini gulf or board games at home you'd always have fun. If you were to ever be in a bad mood he would make sure you're happy by the end of the day. The idea of you being upset breaks his heart. He'd let you take mental health days off of school whenever you asked him. If you were missing too much school he would see how you feel about a therapist (but he would never force you). At night before bed you would both watch TV in the living room together.

Steven- Steven is overprotective and very anxious around you. He worrys that he won't be a good dad. All he wants is for you to be happy which causes him to stress about you. He'd be the parent who cares more about your education. He'd help you do homework whenever you want. If you were failing a class he'd help you as much as possible. Steven would never yell at you. He's worried he would scare you or upset you. If you ever were to be upset he would immediately blame himself. He'd do anything to make you feel better but he'll feel guilty cause he thinks he's at fault. Steven likes to read to you when he knows your in a bad mood. All together he's very sweet towards you and shows affection often.

Jake: Jake is overprotective as well but he's the opposite of anxious. He's very confident and knows they're all better dad's than their mother. He is very loving and also shows affection towards you. Because he doesn't see you as often as Marc and Steven when you do see each other it's always special. He is the best to react when your upset. He'll immediately comfort you and find out what's wrong. After he finds out what's causing your discomfort he immediately eliminates it. He'll help you get through it no matter what. Jake often takes you to parks to hang out and have a good day. He also drives you around in his car. He'd take you anywhere you asked.

Loki- Loki is a very serious but very loving dad. He didn't have the best relationship with his dad but he wants to make sure you do. Being Loki's daughter means you also have Thor as an uncle. Thor is always excited to see you and usually hangs out with you at least once a week. When Loki had become a dad he decided the best thing to do was to move to Midgard so you grew up on Earth with the avengers. He'd get you anything you want, his only desire is to make you happy. Loki always thinks about you before anyone else. He'd do anything for you.

Bucky- Bucky is very calm as a dad. He'd let you go out with your friends without question. As long as you keep your location on and your phone with you he's on board. He enjoys going on runs with you and will try convincing you to run with him in the mornings. Being Bucky's child means you'll also be close to Steve and Sam. You also talk to Natasha a lot, her almost being a mother figure. Bucky will go out with you every other day doing things like eating out and going to parks. He doesn't care much about your grades but if you ever need help he will. Bucky is a great dad and just wants to spend time with you.

Stephen- Stephen is very protective as a dad. He's stressed something will happen to you 24/7. Everything he does is in hopes to make you safer. He makes sure your always near him in case something like infinity war happens again. Because you are almost always around him, you'll most likely become friends with both Peter Parker and America Chavez. He loves you more than anything but is more of a strict dad. He wants you to go to school and get a good education (hopefully something medicaly related). He'd love if you became a surgeon like him that way he'd be able to help you more. He may seem like a crazy dad from the outside but really just wants you to be safe. If you didn't like how strict he is all you have to do is talk to him and he'd cool down a bit.

Natasha- Natasha is a very calm mom. She is more strict than most of the avengers but it evens out having Yelena as your aunt. Yelena will do ANYTHING with you no matter how dangerous it is. Of course she'll make sure nothing happens to you but she won't stop you from doing things unless they really were too dangerous. Natasha wants you to do good in school even if that means paying for a tutor. If you were upset Natasha would immediately comfort you. She would be very affectionate and would make sure you know your loved.

Peter- (I am doing Peter as your older brother instead just so this makes more sense.) Peter is one of the best people to have as a brother. He knows what it feels like to not really have parents so he makes sure to fill that roll. If you ever struggle with homework he'll help you, most likely doing most of it himself. He is also very affectionate towards you. The two of you are basically best friends, always hanging out together. You also become friends with Mj and Ned. The four of you hang out and always do fun stuff on the weekends. All together you and your brother have a lot of fun together.

Steve- Steve is a very strict dad. Although he is very serious about things like your grades, your health and happiness is his priority. If you have trouble with mental health he will put that first. He will help you solve and problems that you have and make sure you get better. If you need a therapist he'd talk to his friends and see if they recommend anyone. With Steve as your dad, Bucky is almost like your uncle. He's most likely also your godfather. If anything were to happen to Steve, Bucky would always take care of you. Steve and Bucky are both very loving towards you.

Tony- Tony is a pretty cool dad. He doesn't care much about what you do as long as your safe. He doesn't care about your grades as long as you try your best. He'd enjoy when you hang out with him while he's working. Even if your just on your phone. He'd help you with school if you asked him to. The two of you would be pretty close and would most likely spend a lot of time together. You do your homework in his lab while he works and the two of you always eat meals together. If you were struggling with mental health he would comfort you and make sure you don't feel alone. If you agreed he'd find you a good therapist to help you. Tony is a very good dad and always shows his love for you.

Wanda+Vision- Wanda and Vision are very loving parents. You spend your time watching TV and playing games with the two of them. Wanda is very caring, always making sure your happy. She'd do absolutely anything to be with you. Wanda is very protective of you and always wants you to be safe. Vision is very similar as a dad but he's more calm. Vision's favorite thing to do with you is go to the park. He loves seeing you smile and will walk through countless parks with you and Wanda. The three of you have fun together almost daily. Both Wanda and Vision care more about you and your health than school. Over all they are very good parents and would almost never be upset with you.

Matt Murdock- Matt wants you to have a good relationship with him. He always makes sure he's fair causing the two of you get along very well. He's affectionate towards you, wanting to make sure you know how loved you are. His favorite thing to do with you is to just walk around the city and talk about how things have been with you. He just wants to spend time with you, enjoying all the quality time he can get. He often eats dinner with you so he can be around you more. He also let's you hang out by his desk when he's working. If you were to be struggling with mental health he'd know almost immediately. He'd be extra affectionate and would check on you much more often. Eventually he'd talk to you about it and see what he can do to help. He always wants you to be happy and would do anything to ensure you are. He's a very loving dad and would do anything to keep you safe.

Wanda(dsmom)- After your dad and brothers had disappeared you and Wanda moved to a very isolated area. She had become much more protective of you, scared that something bad would happen. She still lets you do everyday things but makes sure your always close enough that if you needed help you could call for her. When she was trying to capture America she would most likely have you stay at a friend's house in fear that she would scare you or you'd be hurt. When she sees America it reminds her of you which scares her but the thought of you alone without your brothers scares her more.

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avatar-of-procrastination · 1 year

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I posted 231 times in 2022

That's 224 more posts than 2021!

64 posts created (28%)

167 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jakelcckley

@harrysfolklore

@inknopewetrust

@stormkobra-5

@marc-spectorr

I tagged 197 of my posts in 2022

Only 15% of my posts had no tags

#q💫 - 48 posts

#x reader - 47 posts

#steven grant x reader - 40 posts

#marc spector x reader - 39 posts

#moon knight - 34 posts

#moon knight fanfic - 32 posts

#marvel - 32 posts

#moonknight x reader - 28 posts

#marc spector - 28 posts

#steven grant - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and only the most experienced listeners can fully understand you. your presence is always enjoyed but you aren’t always given the praise yo

My Top Posts in 2022:

LATE NIGHT TALKING

@harrysfolklore posted a wonderful insta!au series of babysitter!yn. I am absolutely in love with it and decided to write a fic based on it. Please read her fic and show it some love!

Warnings: none! Its pure fluff <3

A.N: its been so long since I posted and I apologize. Life's been a bitch. It was overwhelming but I managed to write this short fic. Hope you guys enjoy it!

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine. Divider by @firefly-graphics)

Standing in the bustling crowd, jumping to beats of "Cherry", you were sure you reached the pinnacle point of your life. Taking the job offer to babysit your cousins kid was perhaps the best thing you did. It brought you closer to your cousin and her husband, and also introduced you to one of the sweetest person on the planet. Harry freaking Styles.

You felt your heart warm up immensely as you saw him singing his heart out. You bobbed your head to the music and let yourself free. Harry always made you comfortable. The way he looked at you, eyes filled with utmost adoration, you were sure you'd never felt so valued before.

After the last act, you pushed your way backstage and threw yourself at him, not caring for how sweaty he was.

"You were amazing, darling." You whispered as you laced your arms around his neck. He smiled down at you and nuzzled his face into the crook of you neck. He let out a content sigh, completely relaxing in your arms. The two of you stayed in each others embrace until someone coughed from behind you and whisked Harry away to the dressing room.

You, too, hopped into your private changing room and changed into a more comfortable outfit and met Harry by the black SUV where he was talking to Sarah and Mitch. Sarah hugged you tightly and thanked you profusely for being there for her and her son. Mitch joined in on the hug and made sure to let you know just how much they appreciated you.

You smiled shyly and waved off their compliments. Harry looked at you lovingly and snuck an arm around your waist. Sarah smirked at Harry and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Well, we don't wanna keep the two lovebirds waiting!" She squealed before walking off with Mitch.

You leaned further into Harry and rested your head on his shoulder. He hummed at the action and guided you into the car that awaited you.

Once inside, Harry turned om the car and started driving.

"You know, I've been working on a few songs." He looked at you sideways.

"Mhm!" You replied. You had seen him scribble away words on random peices of papers constantly.

"Well, a few are dedicated to you. And I was wondering if you would want to listen to a rough draft of one?" He asked hopefully.

"Oh my!" Was all you could muster out. Dating the superlovable-dork of a Rockstar was one thing. But him writing songs about you? You were pretty sure your internal system had shut down.

"Love? Are you alright?" Harry asked, worried.

"No!! Um.. I mean, I'm fine. I..."

"Its okay. You don't have to listen to it. Its fine."

"No, Harry. I want to. I was just shocked that you'd even consider me as a muse."

"Well, we have been dating for a while and I'm pretty sure you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You complete me, love. In the best possible way."

"Oh, Harry" you exclaimed and kissed his cheek. He smiled happily and pressed play on the stereo.

"Things haven't been quite the same There's a haze on the horizon, babe It's only been a couple of days And I miss you, mm, yeah"

There wasn't any music. It was basically Harry humming the words, accompanied by the sound of ruffling of papers. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt into his voice. As the song came to an end, you looked over at him. He had stopped the car and was looking intently at you.

"We've been doin' all this late night talkin' 'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin' Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind"

You were awestruck. A million emotions flooded you and all you could do was cry happy tears. Harry hugged you tightly.

"I love it so much. Its... overwhelming."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and kissed you lovingly. You placed you hands on his cheek and deepened te kiss, coming apart to catch your breath. Harry looked into your eyes lovingly.

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PROMISES

Summary: Steven and Marc open another door to the memories. Only this time, it's not theirs.

(Jake Lockley x reader)

A.N: I know very little about DID. All that i have written in this fic is through my limited knowledge of DID through the show and through some websites.

I also used google translate for the Spanish dialogues. If the grammar is incorrect, please send me a message and i'll correct it asap. I don't mean to disrespect anyone

Disclaimer: spoilers for ep5 of moonknight, maybe incorrect spanish

Gifs not mine

Marc had to hold back Steven as he ran into every door. The smooth white tiles of the psychiatric hospital was starting to make him nauseous. Steven on the other had was livid. His whole life was a lie and all he wanted to know was the truth. He felt the tears collect in his eyes as he pushed open another door and strode in, ignoring Marc's pleas.

This memory was different than the others. It was a beautiful sunny day, on the beach. Steven knew this wasn't his memory and look over at Marc who was equally as surprised.

"This is not my memory, Steven."

"Neither is it mine, mate."

Steven looked around, trying to find out something that could link a memory. Maybe he had come here on vacation?

"Oi mate, look over there!"

Marc snapped Steven out of his thoughts. He followed Marc's gaze and saw a girl running a hand through their hair. The pair walked closed to the couple and saw a man lazily humming a song, with his eyes closed as the woman stared into the horizon, massaging his scalp.

To say that they were both shocked was an understatement. Marc was confused. He only knew of Steven as an alter. But since it was clearly his body lying on the woman's lap, he wasn't sure anymore.

"Esto es agradable" (this is nice), the woman said. Steven had never heard such a melodious voice and by the look on Marc's face neither had he. Marc was growing more confused by the second. He didn't know Spanish and had never seen you before either. But he felt a familiarity with the woman. He felt safe.

"Hmm." The man hummed, enjoying the feeling of her hands on his head. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Steven knew that look. It was one of pure love and adoration. He had seen Marc wear the same look for Layla.

"Ojalá pudiéramos quedarnos aquí para siempre." (I wish we could stay here forever) She whispered, looking down at him. He placed his palm on her cheek and she leaned into his warm touch. He picked himself off the the sand and sat next to her.

"Oh cariño. I'm so sorry. You know that's not possible." She knew the truth about him and sighed sadly. Steven wondered why he couldn't stay longer. Who in their right mind would leave such a pretty woman?

"I can't promise you forever, my estrellita (star), but i can promise you tonight." He smashed his lips onto hers as they fell into the sand. He let his hands travel up her skirt and she let her fingers entangle in his hair. She had never felt so alive and grinned wildly at him when they broke apart for air.

"You better fulfill your promise before you go then."

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MERCENARIES

Summary : after many years, you finally come to terms with marcs death, only to find find a familiar face on the streets

Pairings : Marc Spector x mercenary!Reader , mentions of Steven and Khonshu

A.N + Warnings : something i wrote because i love the idea of marc and a mercenary reader. I wrote this fic with as much knowledge of DID i gathered from the show and few websites. Please lmk if i write something wrong. I will remove/change it asap. I dont mean to disrespect anyone.

Divider by @firefly-graphics <33 + gifs not mine

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Doctors Orders

HCs / Imagines for Dune characters (2021)

~Imagine being a healer who's caught the eye of a few of the Dune Chatacters~

AN: I tried my level best to keep this gn. So i avoided fem/male pronouns to the best of my abilites. Pls lmk if i unkowingly added some.

And as always, likes and reblogs are well appreciated <33

(Pardon my grammar. Eng is not my first lang) (gifs not mine)

☆ Paul Atreides ☆

My boi is absolutely smitten the moment he sees you.

It was a normal day in training and he had a few scrapes here and there

His mother did not let him eat dinner before checking up with Dr. Yueh. Unfortunately for him, Dr. Yueh was attending his Father, leaving you, his apprentice in charge.

Paul was visibly shocked at how graceful you looked and handled his wounds. You blushed under his gaze and dressed his wounds before letting him go.

After that encounter, Paul made it his mission to get hurt every training session, even if it was the slightest of bruises.

And everytime he came into the infirmary, you'd end up falling in love with the raven haired duke just a bit more.

You found his visits endearing but also stupid. He was literally hurting himself to see you.

So the next time he came in for something silly, you didnt talk to him like you normally did. You simply prescribed some medicines on a piece of paper and walked away.

He was a bit hurt to see you ignore him. He was worried he overstepped boundaries the last time he came in.

When he opned the piece of paper, however, his face broke into a grin.

Meet me in the gardens. Doctors orders.

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☆ Duncan Idaho ☆

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My #1 post of 2022

Hcs for the moonboys reacting to your baby bump? 🥺 the idea of dad!marc/steven/jake just melts my hearttt

YES ANON!! The moonboys would make amazing fathers. Can you imagine just how soft they'd be??

Also, The boys have collectively decided to call their child a star.

Warnings : None!! Just fluffy fluff <3

Credits to @firefly-graphics for the divider! Gifs used not mine

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695 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Tysm all you guys for the love and support #Heres to a better year

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