#steven x yn

[petertingle-yipyip]

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.”

[imtryingbuck]

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 ~

[yns-world]

lion & lioness

title: lion & lioness

pairing: erik killmonger x fem!reader

summary: erik takes the heart-shaped herb and sees his lost lover.

word count: 1k

warnings: reader death

a/n: i’m now taking requests for killmonger so feel free to send in your requests <3

As the new king of Wakanda, it is ritual for Erik to drink the essence of the heart-shaped herb and to speak with his ancestors. But as the searing power of the herb ran through his veins, he felt himself arriving at a place other than his childhood home. 

When he opened his eyes, Erik found himself at the edge of a lake, in a forest that he recognizes. The creatures of the night sang their songs-- crickets and insects chirped, the nocturnal birds trilled, and the wind lapped at the lake water. The night was full of life under the illuminating light of the full moon. 

Erik craned his head back to take in the sight of the moon. A soft breeze blew past Erik, and a scent caressed his nose-- a familiar scent. 

A moment later, Y/N materialized a few feet in front of him, wearing a sheer gown made of white silk. 

“My King.” Y/N beckoned, with a proud smile on her face. Erik’s eyes filled with a mix of love and heartbreak. He broke the distance and pounced on her, wrapping his arms around her in a bone-crushing embrace. 

His tears were seeping through her translucent gown, and Y/N ached at the sight of his pain. 

Y/N pulled back just enough to see his face. When she cupped his cheeks with her hands, he noticed that they were not cold, but they held the same warmth that they always did when she was still with him. This fact only made him cry more. 

“You’ve come so far, N’Jadaka. You’ve done it.” 

It was true, their whole lives were spent fighting for this one moment-- the moment where Erik was crowned king of Wakanda; where he was revered as the true Black Panther. 

But before he was the Black Panther, they were Lion & Lioness. Hearts and souls bound as one.  

“I need you by my side.” Desperation laced Erik’s voice, his eyes pleading with her.

“As long as the moon is out, I am with you.” She momentarily took her eyes off him to gaze up at the moon, and the moon reflected in her wide eyes. 

Erik’s expression shifted from one of despair to one of bitterness.

This was injustice-- his whole life was an act of injustice-- and Erik swore to avenge each and every action done to him, starting with burning the sacred garden of the heart-shaped herb.

Y/N knew that face, she knew exactly what it meant when Erik’s eyebrows furrowed and his usual scowl deepened.

“If you burn those flowers, you cut off our connection.” 

Immediately, Erik felt a moment of pain that he would feel if he did burn those flowers-- it was scorching pain, like someone took a rod of fire and ran it through his chest before dragging it down his torso and cutting him in half. But that was only the start of the pain, what came next was indescribably worse.

After the initial wave of hell, he was left hollow. He was an empty shell of a man.

He did not remember happiness. He could not recall love. 

He couldn’t even remember the original reason for why he became king in the first place. 

In that single, simulated moment, Erik was no longer himself. He was merely a ghost. 

The feeling washed over him as quickly as it came and he was brought back to the present-- his arms around Y/N as she stared into his eyes, experiencing every emotion with him. 

Erik was silent, but he knew better than to burn those flowers. He wouldn’t dare cut off a connection like theirs.

“Secondly, your heir…” Y/N’s words trailed off and she brought a hand to her stomach. Erik’s eyes followed her hand and was stunned. He gently kneeled in front of her, and placed his hand over her stomach. He pressed a kiss on the baby bump.

He then got back up, asking how many months she had left.

“Soon.” Y/N smiled a bit wider when she saw Erik’s impatient expression. 

Before he could get another word in, Y/N gave Erik a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Good luck, N’Jadaka. Your story is only beginning.”

---

Erik’s body shot up, his chest heaving as he attempted to regulate his breathing. 

---

Months would pass since that night and there was a significant shift in Erik’s ruling. What was once a war-hungry dog, has now turned into a protector of his nation. 

But recently, something has been eating away at Erik. A gnawing feeling was twisting and churning every moment he was alone. He was restless at night and was suffering from insomnia. 

It was another night in a string of sleepless-nights, but this time he was called to the window. Erik looked up at the indigo sky, a full moon gazed back at him.

Tonight was one year since Y/N’s passing. 

Erik closed his eyes and bowed his head towards the moon. 

“Rest easy, my Queen.”

When he opened his eyes, he witnessed a shooting star race across the sky-- it flew across the moon and seemed to be inching closer and closer towards the castle.

Erik’s body acted before his brain could catch up and he bolted down to the castle entrance.

Outside the entrance sat a baby wrapped in white silk. Erik picked up the swaddled baby and recognized the texture of the cloth immediately-- it was the same cloth Y/N wore when he last saw her. 

Holding up the baby in the moonlight, Erik was able to see the striking resemblance to Y/N.

As he was admiring the baby, a name was whispered in his ear.

Leona. 

And that was what the heir to the Wakandan throne was called. 

Leona Stevens; Lion at heart; born of royal blood. 

The next day, the royal courts would rejoice at this news. The elders were not appalled by the appearance of this heir, they were rather fascinated that they have lived long enough to see this phenomenon happen in front of their very eyes. 

Kings come and go, but nothing could ever dispute Erik’s bloodright of being king since he has been gifted by the gods with an heir. 

Leona’s birth would be celebrated for the next week. She would be revered as the Snow Leopard, for her rare birth and the even rarer occurrence of having an heir blessed by Bast herself.

“Leona!” Wakanda chanted. “Daughter of King N’Jadaka and Queen Y/N; Princess Leona, the Snow Leopard!”

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[cevansbaby-dove]

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.

tags:@nicoline1998enilocin @bookishtheaterlover7 @cutedisneygrl @angelbabyyy99 @patzammit @armystay89

[jayden-killer]

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!»

[moiravim]

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 🥰🥰🫶

[sillyruinsfox]

Aphrodite

SUMMARY: Marc wasn't supposed to be home and you felt beautiful, enough to touch touch yourself and take control.

WARNINGS: nudity, prelude to sex. 16+

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It had just rained in London. The smoke had become heavier and settled down and the air seemed lighter. You threw the windows open; the chilly draft blew across your face. It seemed like the perfect time to have a private little dance party. It was rather convenient too, as usually Marc or Steven would be here but today they had gone out on a mission. He had said that he won't be back until tomorrow morning at best, so you knew for the fact that the evening was yours alone. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair was thrown up and a t-shirt rode up your thighs. Your skin glimmered in the soft light of the bustling city. A cold draft blew in from the window and hit your bare legs, a chill ran up your spine and lit a fire deep in your belly. You decided to play your favourite sexy song. It had often been a little fantasy of yours, to give someone a lap dance, but you never had the confidence to try that with either Marc or Steven. So you decided, half intoxicated by the romantic night that no better day than today to practice and build up that confidence.

The song played from the speaker, the violin built up to a tantalising note before a woman's voice broke through- half a moan and half a whisper. You stretched your arms and wrapped them around yourself, they slowly crept downwards and brushed up your bare thighs teasing the edge of your shirt. Your hand crept upwards, onto your belly which contracted at the sudden chill. Your eyes fluttered shut as goosebumps rose over your whole body. It descended upon you, the love for your body and the need to touch it to move it for no one but yourself. You felt like aphrodite at that moment, all of your flesh smelt like a garden of roses. 

You brushed off your shirt and trailed the tip of your finger from the tip of your jaw down the column of your throat as you sat down in front of the floor length mirror. The soft lighting painted your body in a sunset gold, making the valley's seem deeper and the peaks rise more. The same hand trailed down onto your breast, circling around its periphery and towards that center till you reached your nipple. 

A rush of heat shot down your core, making your core clench tighter. Your finger rubbed over your raised nipple a few time before you pinched it hard. A soft gap poured out. You pinched your other nipple. A clattering sound broke you out of your haze. You looked you and saw marc, in his Moon Knight suit.

‘Marc!’, you breathed out, your eyes blow wide as saucers. The mask stayed wrapped around his face. 

It slowly unwrapped, the bandages flicking in the air, ‘What are you doing vixen? And without me on top of that?’

You knew that look. The look that always appeared before he devoured you whole, before he demanded your submission to him. You felt yourself clench around nothing as your rose, your hair tickled your face, the heat that was coiled in your belly rose to your mouth, ‘Pleasing myself. Hence its none of your business.’

He sat down on the sofa, his legs splayed and arms spread on the backrest, ‘Anything that is yours, I have a right to, but I will only take what you give me.’, he continued after a beat, ‘You look like a goddess vixen.’

A smile spread across your face, ‘Good. I feel like one, and for today I hold the reins, so sit back and watch but you are not allowed to touch yourself or me till I say so.’

Adrenaline rushed through your veins, the world seemed to slow down and attune to you. Marc’s breathing quickened, ’The night’s yours and so am I.’

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[sofiaaaaaaaa03]

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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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.”

[martine-the-demon]

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.

[ireadtoomuchyafantasy]

Counting Wooloo [Leon x Reader] (WWC)

We kept at it until the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains. Exhausted and breathless, we flopped onto the bed, lying side by side, our hair wild and our cheeks flushed from all the laughter.

this is actually very SFW dw. a bit of steven and wallace in there. reader is the worldwide champ :)  As the night before the prestigious Pokémon tournament approached, (Y/N), the worldwide champion, found herself restless and unable to sleep. Despite her reputation as a powerful Pokémon trainer, the pressure of the upcoming event weighed heavily on her mind, leaving her pacing her room with an anxious heart.

have funnnn <3 fic begins under the cut

Oh no.

Oh no.

"Oh no," I mutter to myself. I stand up from my crouching position, my knees popping as I continue staring at the disastrous mess of a suitcase. My eyes dart around the hotel room, desperately searching for the missing items. A pile of clothes lies haphazardly to the side of the bag, and another pile, consisting of paperwork and a list of banned Pokémon and items in the Galar region, sits like a daunting mountain.

My hand instinctively goes to my forehead, trying to ease the tension building there. "Where are they?" I wonder aloud, my voice tinged with worry. My nails rake through my hair as I start pacing around the room, searching under furniture and in cabinets. I haven’t even unpacked yet, so the sleeping pills should be in my bag. But they are nowhere to be found. Shit. Shit.

Frustration mounting, I check under the bed for the third time, hoping for a miracle. But, as expected, nothing changes. I flop pathetically onto the mattress, my exhaustion mirrored in the weight of my sigh. My hand quickly snags a nearby pillow, and I scream into it, trying to release some of the pent-up stress.

Rolling onto my back, I flail my arms and kick my legs in a pathetic fit. When I finally tire myself out satisfactorily, I roll my head to the side, my eyes landing once again on the chaotic suitcase. My gaze then drifts to the bedside table, where the clock ticks away mercilessly. The pre-tournament gala is in an hour. I need to start preparing.

With a heavy huff and puff, I heave myself off the bed and trudge towards the pile of clothes I had packed for this prestigious event. The realization that I might have to spend the four days without my sleeping pills makes me anxious, but there's no time to dwell on that now. I need to focus and get ready for the gala. Maybe I can buy some more at the local Pokémon center.

---

“Woah! (Y/N), you should not be drinking this much.” Steven Stone tries again for my glass of wine. I let him this time. Plus, I don’t trust my balance enough to wobble out of his reach again, or the structural integrity of my heels to take another fall. “How much did you drink, anyways?” He sniffs at my drink and makes a face. Taking my opportunity, I lunge towards the man, hand outstretched for the glass. “Oi!” He straightens his arm over his head, taking my precious glass of wine out of my reach. My arms land around his neck, and I end up hanging off his body. He stumbles a bit. 

“Oh, c’mon, Stevie. Live a little!” I giggle in his face. “Plus,” My breath must stink of wine. “I’ll have you know,” I say slowly as to not slur my words, “the legal drinking age of this region is sixteen.” He gives me an incredulous look. I pout and bat my eyelashes at him cheekily. In one clean motion, Steven Stone pushed me away by the forehead with one hand, and chugged my entire sweet glass of liquid sleep he was holding in the other. I yell in surprise, but by the time he released me, the glass was empty. He gives me a satisfied shit-eating grin. Not letting him have the satisfaction, I scrunch my nose and blow a razz berry at him, sauntering back towards the refreshments table. From behind me, I hear Wallace laugh and a loud groan from my steel-type specialist friend. Rushed footsteps sound, and I am once again graced with the presence of mother hen.

“You’ve only been twenty for seven months.” He whispers sharply. I spin around, losing my balance and grabbing onto his arm to stabilize myself. “Back in Hoenn and Sinnoh-”

“You’ve been drinking too, Stone.” I smile lazily between hiccups. “Your ears are so, so red.”

“You’re so drunk.”

“I forgot my sleeping pills. This will help me relax.” My grin grows wider as the party lights blink wilder, disco ball lowering itself into the dance floor. “Dance with me?”

“No. You’re going back to your room.” He motions his head towards Wallace, who makes his way towards us. “Have you noticed your Sinnoh accent returning as the night goes on?”

“But Stevie~” I whine, knowing it makes no difference. Wallace finally walks close enough for me to throw my body against, sobbing pathetically into his shoulder. He pats my head half-sympathetically. I prop my head up, chin against Wallace’s chest. “Wallace, dearest, can you buy some sleeping pills and drop them off at my room later?”

“The same 25mg?” He asks gently. I nod, rubbing my forehead - and my 500 dollar foundation - into his chest. Steven guffaws,

“Why don’t you ask me?”

“Because you, Steven darling, would buy the entire store.” Wallace tilts his head towards his best friend. “Poor (Y/N) only needs one bottle.”

“You have no concept of money.” I mumble usefully. Wallace’s soft laugh rumbles through my body.

“Let’s get you back into your room.” Wallace props me up straight, and the three of us saunter into the hallway slowly, arms linked and all.

---

As the three of us walk down the hotel hallway, I can feel the alcohol starting to take its toll on my senses. The lights in the hallway seem to be dancing along with the thumping music from the party, and my steps feel a little unsteady. Steven and Wallace are both chatting and laughing, but their voices sound distant, like they're coming from the end of a long tunnel.

"Are you feeling alright, (Y/N)?" Wallace asks with genuine concern in his voice.

"I'm fine," I slur, trying to sound more coherent than I feel. "Just a little... wobbly."

"You've had way too much to drink," Steven chimes in, trying to sound stern, but there's a hint of amusement in his tone.

"I'll be fine," I insist, clinging onto both of them for support. "Just need some freeeeash air."

We finally reach my hotel room, and I fumble around in my purse for the key card. After a few attempts, I manage to slide it into the slot and push the door open. The room feels like a safe haven, away from the loud music and flashing lights.

"Thank you, boys," I laugh dizzily, stumbling out of their arms onto to fall back in. "I'll be alright from here."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm a biggg-girl now," I puff out my chest as words slur together. “it’s time for some beeeeeauty sleep."

"Alright then," Steven says, smoothing out my hair, frizzy from the disco. "Get some rest and drink plenty of water."

"I will, Mom.” I wink teasingly, earning a chuckle from Wallace. To top it off, I blow Steven a kiss. This makes him laugh.

They both bid me goodnight, and as they leave the room, I collapse onto the bed with a heavy sigh. The room seems to be spinning around me, and I close my eyes, trying to steady myself.

"I really should have taken my sleeping pills," I drag my hands down my face. “I need some sleeping pills.”

But as I lie there, I can't seem to relax. I’ll do some other things to tire me out. I took a shower, cleaned my suitcase, braided my now-dry hair. Made and remade and re-remade my bed, but…

"Why can't I sleep?" I moan-cry, snagging another pillow to scream into.

I toss and turn for what feels like hours, but sleep remains elusive. Every tick in the clock seems to be making fun of me, tomorrow coming both too soon and not soon enough.

Just as I almost doze off, there's a soft knock on the door. I startle awake, whipping my head towards the door. Did I sleep in? I quickly slip into my slippers and pad towards the door.

---

"Leon?" I rub my eyes and squint. "What are you doing here?"

He smiles sheepishly. “I heard you needed some sleeping pills.”

“Oh my Arceus.” Suddenly sober, my spine straightens and I whisk the bottle out of his hands. “Did Wallace send you? I am so so sorry. You even agreed to host this event, and now you’re not going to rest enough, and-” He holds up his hands, and I stop to look at him.

"I couldn't sleep either. Mind if I come in?"

Blinking a few times, I register his request. I quickly step aside, giving his big frame space to enter my room. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, and I plop down beside him.

---

There is nothing but silence between us. I inhale sharply, preparing myself to ask him to see himself out-

“The recommended dosage is 5-10 milligrams.” He says gently. “Even I only took up to fifteen…” I stop staring at my slippers and turn my head to face him. “Is everything alright?”

“Me? Oh, I’m just desensitized to it at this point.” I laugh lightly. He doesn’t need to know about the nightmares. I don’t need to tell him about them, but he seems to understand nonetheless. “Plus,” I add quickly, “it’s always hard to sleep the night before a tournament.”

“Something I find helps,” he replies also too quickly, “is to calm down and think happy thought before you sleep.” I hum and nod, thinking about how to get him out of my room without seeming too rude. I bite my lip and turn to him as ‘Yeah, I’ll try that thank you’ begins to form on my lips.

"Just remember what I used to do when Hop couldn't sleep," Leon says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I pause, tilting my head at the sudden change in mood.

"What's that?" I ask, curiosity creeping.

"I would have him count Wooloo," Leon chuckles. "Y’know? It's a common sheep Pokémon from our region. It always helped him relax and fall asleep."

I can't help but laugh at the thought. "Counting sheep, huh? That's an old trick."

"But it works," Leon insists. "Give it a try."

I raise an eyebrow at him. Is he serious? "You want me to count Wooloo?"

"Why not? It's worth a shot."

I roll my eyes playfully but decide to humor him. He grins wider. "Fine, I'll give it a try."

I lie back on the bed, making a deal to fluff up my comforter and close my eyes, trying to picture Wooloo jumping over a fence. "One Wooloo, two Wooloo, three Wooloo..."

I continue the counting in my head, but it’s too quiet. Leon is too quiet. My eyes crack open a little to see Leon reaching for something behind him. Before I know it, he's holding a pillow and winding up to knock me out.

"You sly motherf-" I start, grabbing my own pillow and holding it up in defense.

And just like that, the room went crazy with flying pillows. It was an all-out, no-holds-barred pillow fight, and we were laughing and wrestling like a bunch of kids at a sleepover.

We kept at it until the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains. Exhausted and breathless, we flopped onto the bed, lying side by side, our hair wild and our cheeks flushed from all the laughter.

"Wow, that was a blast," I said, trying to catch my breath. “I think I won, though.”

"Absolutely," Leon replied with a grin, looking equally disheveled. “But the score is 28-31 in my favour. Good try.” We laugh again.

Lying there, a sense of calm washes over me. As a champion, it was hard to just relax and let loose. It felt forbidden most times. Somehow, Leon made it feel just right. "I think I can finally get some shut-eye," I said, letting out a satisfied yawn.

Leon chuckles. "That's great. You need to rest before the tournament. You have three hours, go."

I nodded, feeling the exhaustion finally taking over. "You're right. Thanks for being here with me, Leon."

"Anytime, Ms. WWC." I laugh again.

As I closed my eyes, I felt the bed spring back as Leon gets up. I peek at him, feeling a bit reluctant to let him go.

"Where are you going?" I ask, my voice a little drowsy.

"I should head back to my room," he replied, stretching his arms. I definitely heard a few pops. "You need your beauty sleep, and I should catch some Z's too."

I grin sleepily. "Well, thanks for keeping me company. You're a real pal."

He winks playfully. "No problem, but next time, remember to pack those sleeping pills."

I guffaw and chuckle softly. "Yeah, I won't forget, promise."

As he made his way toward the door, I hesitate. The pillow fight had brought us closer, and I don't really want that connection to end so soon.

"Hey, Leon?" I call out, catching his attention before he left.

He turns back to me. "Yeah?"

"Do you mind staying a little longer?" I mumble, shifting a but from where I was tucked under the comforter. "Just until I doze off?"

A warm smile spread across his face. "Of course, (Y/N). I'll stay."

He returns to the bed and sits beside me. I lay back down, feeling more at ease for some reason.

As I close my eyes again, I hear him speak softly, almost like a lullaby. "One Wooloo, two Wooloo, three Wooloo..."

His voice was soothing, and it lulled me into a sense of tranquility. It wasn't long before I drifted off to the rhythm of his counting.

---

A few hours later, I woke up alone. My pillows, however, were still strewn across the carpeted floor. Shit. I placed a generous tip on my bed for the housekeeper as I left for the day. As I made my way to the tournament, I noticed knowing glances and playful smirks from some of the other participants. The story of our late-night antics must have spread like wildfire. Well, it brought some lightheartedness to the intense competition.

Throughout the tournament, Leon and I maintained our competitive spirits, but there was also a newfound camaraderie between us. We cheered each other on from the sidelines, and the support felt genuine and heartwarming. At the end of the yearly world championships, all challengers and champions had their fair share of workouts.

Later that evening, at the celebration dinner, I raised a toast to all the trainers who competed and congratulated them on their efforts. I thanked my friends and rivals for their unwavering support, but I couldn't help but single out one person.

"To Leon," I raise my glass of non-alcoholic juice, thanks to a special request from Hoenn. "for hosting this event in his region. Thank you for being there when I needed someone to count Wooloo with. You turned a sleepless night into a memorable one, and I couldn't have asked for a better friend and fellow champion."

The room erupts into cheers and applause, and I catch Leon's eye as he lifts his own glass at me. As the night went on, we continued to celebrate, and I caught glimpses of Leon across the room, laughing and enjoying himself. Our eyes met, and we shared a secret smile, remembering the pillow fight that brought us closer together.

[cinnamoodles]

🍾 — bubbly soda with steven Conklin?

we love stevie

ynssupersecretspamm

DEB BALL DATE ( we’re getting drunk ) 🪩

bellyball AYYY that’s my girl (and my brother but we won’t cheer for him)

-> sconklin05 you’re actually stupid belly

-> bellyball this is sibling abuse im reporting you

-> connonball you guys are so immature

-> ynssupersecretspamm but you love us ofc

-> jerebearr he only loves belly actually

-> bellyball aww ly too con

-> sconklin05 he fainted lmao

ynssupersecretspamm

predeb (ft. stevie reading ) @sconklin05 @connonball @bellyball

jerebearr nERDDDDD

-> ynssupersecretspamm the boy goes to princeton ofc he’s a nerd

-> sconklin05 not you too babe?

-> jerebearr ooh are we in babe territory now??

-> ynssupersecretspamm literally k!ll yourself jere

-> i.am.tay ur so mean @ynssupersecretspamm

connonball we look so good stevia

-> sconklin05 darling i know you’re a health nut but you can still call people sweetheart

-> bellyball darling?? sweetheart??

-> ynssupersecretspamm we’re not talking ‘bout stevia??

-> jerebearr you guys are more gay than me and i made out with a dude once

yn.yln.06

gentlemen!!

laurelparkwriting.official awww they’re all grown up now :))

-> jerebearr not me??

-> susannahf12 you’re always such a grown up jere

-> jerebearr thx maaa

connonball we’re so awesome @sconklin05

-> sconklin05 thank you darling

-> connonball anytime sweetheart

-> yn.yln.06 don’t start this up bruh!!

sconklin05 looking zesty bros

-> bellyball zesty?? changing ur contact name immediately

-> yn.yln.06 lmaooo changed it to zesty boyfie?

ynssupersecretspamm

we are ballin we are fearless we are boyfie’d up on birthday din

sconklin05 happy birthday darling ❤️

-> ynssupersecretspamm oh so now im darling??

-> bellyball fight fight fight

-> connonball let’s be honest steven would lose he’d just be staring into yn’s eyes and get punched or smn

-> sconklin05 this u?? 👩🤜 👱‍♂️

jerebearr HAPPY BIRTHDAY YN!!!

-> ynssupersecretspamm AWWWW ILYYY TY

-> jerebearr we’re getting so drunk

-> bellyball IM MAKING MY SPECIAL POMMY JUICE

-> sconklin05 spare us please @bellyball

[moiravim]

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.

[ghostfacd]

I’M A JEALOUS, JEALOUS, JEALOUS, BOY. | TOM BLYTH

PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

SUMMARY. after gaining massive popularity, you star another show where you have to kiss your co star, which tom isn’t exactly happy about

AUTHOR NOTE. Two posts in one day? Who am I??anyway! This was self indulging because I love Steven Conklin and nobody writes for him 😔 As always, reblogs and comments make me more motivated to continue this series :)

installment of this au | the reader plays fictional character “ella fisher” in tsitp!

Tom wasn’t a jealous guy, at least, he didn’t think so. He was very secure in your relationship, always making sure he didn’t let his emotions get the best of him.

Like when you told him you had gotten the role of Conrad and Jeremiah Fisher’s sister in The Summer I Turned Pretty, and how you were Steven Conklin’s love interest, he congratulated you with a big hug.

He knew who was playing Steven—Sean Kaufman. There was no doubt that Steven was a very charming guy.

“You’re here!” You say giddily, engulfing your boyfriend in a hug when he approached you. “Daisy was just patching up the last of my concealer. Did you get any food?”

Daisy was your makeup artist—and one of the sweetest girls you’ve ever met in your life. She knew the cast pretty well, so when you first got here, she helped break the ice between you and them.

“You know I did,” Tom says, placing the paper bag down on your table. He opened it up, retrieving an iced matcha latte and a poke bowl. You squealed in delight, excited to eat after filming for so long.

“So how was your day?” You say, cheekily grinning at him as you ate your bowl.

“Tiring? I did a photo shoot, it was fun. Then I went home and took a nap, and then I drove to buy you food.”

“Well thank you babe,” you say. “Today was such an exhausting day, so much retakes cause of all the sand. But God do I love this show to death. It’s so much all at once but in a good way, you know?”

“Well I’m just excited to see my girl on the big screen,” Tom smiles, leaning in to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“YN! Time to film again!” The voice of your director calls out, making you shove your bowl into Tom’s hands and rushing over to the cameramen.

Tom carefully places your bowl down, walking over quietly behind the cameras to watch your scene up close.

He watches as you talk to Lola, who plays Belly, about your plans after high school, and how you wanted to apply for Princeton just like Steven. She rolls her eyes, saying how she doesn’t get how you and Steven get along so well.

Later in the scene, you and Sean sit close together in front of a campfire. Tom remembers vividly of you telling him there was a scene between your character and Steven where the two of you would get extremely close. Tom feels his breath hitch when he sees Sean make you laugh. He knows that it’s just acting—that your character and Sean’s character are love interests in the show, and that it means nothing in real life.

But he just feels so weird. His stomach is in knots, and it feels like his mouth is dry.

“You know,” Sean begins, leaning in close to your face. “I know Belly doesn’t want me liking any of her friends, and your brothers would totally kill me if they knew; but you’re making it so hard.”

“Really Steven?” You fake giggle, leaning closer to his touch. “Well they don’t have to know.”

Sean laughs at your comment, his head falling against your shoulder, something that Tom had always done with you.

And then he sees the director cue the cameramen to zoom in, and then there it is. — You and Sean kiss, and Tom feels his feet move away from the scene without even realizing.

“And… cut!” The director says, clapping. “Good job Sean and Y/N! You really captured the tension between Steven and Ella. That’s a wrap!”

You hug Sean afterwards, the two of you laughing about how stupid the kiss must’ve looked but you knew the viewers would eat it up once the episodes aired.

“Where’s that boyfriend of yours?” Gavin asks, suddenly showing up behind you and Sean.

“Gavin!” You say, putting your hand to your chest. “Way to scare a girl to death!”

Gavin laughs, poking at your sides teasingly. “Just kidding, I know where he is. Stormed off where Lola and Christopher are standing.”

“Storm off?” You say, confused.

“Seems like lover boy wasn’t too keen on you kissing our Sean over here.”

You quickly make your way towards where Lola and Christopher were standing, and just like Gavin had said, Tom was standing behind them. He didn’t look too happy.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, pulling the boy away for some privacy.

“It’s nothing.”

“Oh c’mon,” you scoff. “It can’t be nothing. Gavin said you stormed off earlier.”

Tom sighs, clearly wanting to drop the topic. But one look into your genuine concerned eyes makes him crack.

“I was jealous.” He admits, biting his lip back in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

You bite back a smile, arms linking with his. “Awe babe, it’s okay. Just acting. Just like how you kissed Rachel in the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Yeah,” Tom sighs, bringing your body close to his. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have felt that way.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, smiling brightly. “Feeling jealous is bound to happen with our job, as long as we communicate about it, everything will be fine.” You hug his side, snuggling your face into his coat. “Plus, you know Sean has a girlfriend, right?”

“What?” Tom seems baffled, but he quickly covers it up. “No, yeah, I knew that.”

“Uh huh,” you tease, “don’t worry Tom, I love you the most.”

He leans down, making eye contact with you. “Well I sure hope so, because I love you the most as well.”

And everything was perfect until Gavin lets out a fake barf, telling the two of you to “get a room”.

“Oh get out of here Gav!” You say, shooing him away.

“Yeah Gavin, let the couple have their moment!”

That makes everyone laugh, and you swore you never felt happier than you did right now.