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donutloverxo · 3 years

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NO BUT LIKE CONCEPT: SMUT HC where mob!steve comes back from a rough night that leaves him very much outta it and ur the only one who can help him ... in more ways than one

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I'm making this a drabble cause I can't work with HCs. Thank you❤ Warmings -explicit sexual content, dom Steve, daddy kink, spanking, blood and wounds, bullets. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

You put some distance between your poor ear and your phone upon hearing your friends loud screech, excited since she saw your Instagram post of your new engagement ring.

"It is so beautiful! And so unconventional and unique too!"

"Mm-hm," you hummed, applying a second coat of your fiery red nail paint, to make it more intense, you just knew it'd look amazing against Steve's pale skin, he absolutely loved it when you scratched him and were a bit rough with him.

You never gave him any pointers on what kind of engagement ring you'd like, only thing that was a bit too obvious - which you never actually needed to say - was that you loved shiny things. So he has gotten you a ring with a huge sapphire ruby and tiny sparkly diamonds adorning the band. It was everything you needed and more.

"Makes sense because our relationship is anything but conventional." Where he had never directly said that his job involved a few things that were kind of, sort of, illegal but you weren't an idiot, it didn't take you long to figure out.

You knew he was important and rich when he asked you out, not just because he wore fancy clothes, but the way he carried himself, tall and proud and an aura that dominated any room he was in, two bodyguards always around him, and when you both started getting serious he assigned Peter, who was sort of an intern or newbie from what you gathered, to always escort you places and take care of you.

Maybe it wasn't exactly the most rational thing to do - marrying someone who was as feared as he was respected - but all you knew was that he was a good man and you had faith in him, so you stayed away from that part of his life.

"You must be planning the wedding now," she beamed over the phone.

You scoffed, blowing on your fingers, "No, he's always at work these days. It's so annoying, if it doesn't change then I'm leaving and taking the ring with me."

You looked at it sparkling on your finger, it was too beautiful to part with. Besides it became yours as soon as he gave it to you.

"You're late, but there's nothing new about that," you puffed out your cheeks, hands crosses under your chest, as he loosened his tie and worked on taking off his shoes. He had been coming home past midnight for the last month, enough was enough!

"Doll," he groaned, looking at you and ready to tell you off and ask for some space, but then he saw you. In a satin babydoll that barely covered you, with lace trimmings that did nothing to hide your soft nipples, your toes and nails painted just the color he liked, and you were wearing those ridiculous fluffy slippers with bunny ears that he had grown to love.

His mouth opened and then shut like a damn goldfish, forgetting what he was about to tell you.

"Steven," you furrowed your brows.

He knew he was in trouble as soon as you called out his full name. "Yeah?"

"When are we going to discuss the wedding?"

"I'm sorry, doll, work has been hectic these days. But soon."

"Soon? Soon doesn't do it for me," jutting your hip and leaning against the door to your walk in closet, "I need an exact date."

"I can't give it to you right now, puppy," his jaw clenching as you rolled your eyes, "Watch yourself, sweetheart. I had a long day, you don't wanna get on my bad side today."

"You shouldn't have put a rock on it if you didn't intend on marrying me," rolling your eyes extra hard just to get on his nerves.

"I do want to marry you. But right now... you're sort of making me have second thoughts."

He regretted those words as soon as they left his mouth. Because you looked about ready to smack him.

"Fine then. I guess I'll leave and go live with my mother from now on. She would be happy for sure, she isn't too thrilled about our engage - " you stopped your rant as soon as you noticed crimson seeping through his crisp white undershirt as he took off his coat.

Your eyes as wide as saucers, your heart beating fast and hard in your chest and you could feel your eyes getting watery. You weren't handing out empty threats, you were definitely serious about leaving. Just to remind Steve of just how much he loves you.

It wouldn't be the first time. You had done it once before, when you went back to live at your apartment because he yelled at you for going out with your girlfriends without Peter. You didn't need a babysitter, especially not one who was several years younger than you. You had gathered up your things from Steve's penthouse and went home with a heavy heart. You loved him with all your heart, but there was no way you could make it work with someone who was that controlling and mean to you.

But he came to you, literally got on his knees to apologize and to beg for you to take him back. He even made you give up your apartment and got you a bigger house for you both to live in. Just so you couldn't take off ever again.

"Steve... your bleeding..." you said as you held back a sob. Any anger you had towards him was now gone.

"Oh, shit," he looked down to his side, "Must've ruptured the stitch or something..."

You walked over to him, holding onto his waist and looking up at him, trying not to look at his wound. You weren't that squimish around blood, it rarely ever bothered you, but this was your Stevie, and he was hurt. "What happened?"

"Its... It's nothing, doll. It was an accident."

"Yeah, I guess you slipped and fell on a bullet," you huffed.

"No, the bullet barely grazed me. And you know I don't like talking about those things with you."

"Why? I'm not stupid or weak, I have a right to know."

"Of course, not, puppy. You're my sweet, strong, smart girl," he cooed, bending a bit to peck your lips and then groaning. "Gotta, be careful with this," he said as your fingers worked on unbuttoning his shirt.

"If I'm so strong and smart then tell me what happened," you asked as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders. You didn't stop to marvel at his huge and perfect body like you always do, you looked at the fresh batch on stitches right over his hips.

"No, puppy. You're too good for that world, too good for me," he groaned as he sat down on the little pink couch he had put in the closet for you. Since you spent hours trying to pick outfits, he didn't want you standing too long and hurting your feet.

"Fine then don't tell me," you whimpered, rubbing your tears off with the back of your hand.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm okay. I'm right here, not going anywhere," he tried to pull you into his lap, usually he wouldn't even have to ask for you sit on it, but right now you were pulling away and refusing for some reason, "C'mere, doll," he almost whined. Not used to being told no by you anymore than you were by him.

"No, I don't wanna hurt you," you hiccuped, as your sobs started to calm down.

"You wouldn't. You could never hurt me. C'mere I wanna cuddle you and make you feel better," he tried to pull you into him again but you just shook your head.

"I should be the one making you better. Not the other way around. But I don't know how to..." you swayed from side to side, suddenly ashamed of your brash behavior from earlier. "I'm sorry, I was being such a brat earlier."

"It's okay, puppy. I forgive you. You were right, we need to fix a date and find a venue and get you a pretty dress. I wanna see you in one of those poffy gowns, like a princess."

"That's called a ballgown," you said proudly, having done your research now. You knew all about the styles of the gowns, sleeves, necklines, colors and everything. "And you're not going to be involved in dress shopping process. Grooms aren't supposed to see the dress before the wedding it's bad luck."

He hummed at that, a bit disappointed but he would eventually see it, and then take it off, so it wasn't a huge loss. "Yes, you're right. But, let's not forget, you were a bad girl."

You gasped incredulously, "Well, you were being a bad fiance!" Which earned you a swift smack to your backside, making you yelp and fall forward, holding onto his shoulders for support.

"I didn't mind you calling me out for that. I want you to be honest with me and tell me everything. But you threatened to leave me, again."

You pouted. Offended for being called out so blatantly. Yeah you always made empty threats, packed up your bags just for show, whenever you didn't get your way. Never considering his feelings when yours were hurt.

"Sorry," you mumbled.

"I forgive you. I know you didn't mean it. But I'll have to teach you your lesson. Just so you know better next time."

You nodded your head, which made him spank you once more, "Yes, daddy!"

"Good. How many do you think you deserve?"

"Um... Fifteen. Ten for threatening to leave, and five for giving you attitude."

"See, you're so smart. I'll punish you tomorrow though. I'm tired right now," he groaned as he sat back against the couch, squeezing your hips and admiring your figure, showing through the thin material of your nightie.

"Um, daddy?"

"Yes, angel?"

"Is there anyway I can make you feel better right now?"

"Yeah, you can give me a kiss. You didn't give me one this morning when I left, or when I came back."

"Okay, I'll kiss you. But I also wanted to do more..." you murmured, your face burned hot as you realised that Steve was going to make you say what you wanted to do.

"Like what?"

"Like, take your cock down my throat. Would that make you feel better? I'll try and be careful about your stitches." Truth be told you missed being intimate with him, you needed it as much as he did.

"It definitely would make me feel better. But I want to have you close to me," he stroked the inside of your thighs, hands dangerously close to your cunt, "Why don't you, come ride my cock. Just like I taught you, hm?"

"But - what if I hurt you..." you whined. But he wasn't having any of it, rolling your panties down your legs.

"You wouldn't, puppy, come on we'll be careful. Be quick."

You gave him a meek nod, unzipping him with shaky fingers, giving his glorious cock a couple of pumps before straddling his lap. You made sure to not put any pressure on his lap. Lining his cock up to your pussy with your hands wrapped around his neck, you slowly sanked down on him.

First giving him a nice and thorough kiss to make him for not kissing him goodbye or welcome home like you always do. "I feel so full," you say against his lips.

He hummed, squeezing your ass, "I was made for you, angel. As you were for me." He slid the straps of your nightie down your arms, exposing your breasts to him. He made sure to shower them with all his lips, sucking, kissing and biting and pulling with his mouth. You were making the sweetest of noises, trying to keep your moans in as he helped you bounce on his cock by holding onto your hips.

"You're doing so good. Being such a good girl for me. My sweet, best girl," he cooed, kissing your forehead, he knew how you were still vulnerable to be on top.

"Am I making you feel better, daddy?" you sniffled, his cock hiting you in all the right places, making it impossible for you to keep going and hold off your climax.

"I'm all better already, thanks to you, puppy."

#berry answers #steve rogers x reader #mob!steve rogers #steve x reader

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shkspr · 3 years

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hi. on your post where you may or may not have ended on 'moffat is either your angel or your devil' did you have maybe an elaboration on that somewhere that i could possibly hear about. i'm very much a capaldi era stan and i've never tried to defend the matt smith era even though it had delightful moments sometimes so i wonder where that puts me. i'd love to hear your perspective on moffat as a person with your political perspective. -nicole

hi ok sorry i took so long to respond to this but i dont think you know how LOADED this question is for me but i am so happy to elaborate on that for you. first a few grains of salt to flavor your understanding of the whole situation: a. im unfairly biased against moffat bc im a davies stan and a tennant stan; b. i still very much enjoy and appreciate moffat era who for many reasons; and c. i hate moffat on a personal level far more than i could ever hate his work.

the thing is that its all always gonna be a bit mixed up bc i have to say a bunch of seemingly contradictory things in a row. for instance, a few moffat episodes are some of my absolute favorites of the rtd era, AND the show went way downhill when moffat took over, AND the really good episodes he wrote during the rtd era contained the seeds of his destruction.

like i made that post about the empty child/the doctor dances and it holds true for blink and thats about it bc the girl in the fireplace and silence in the library/forest of the dead are good but not nearly on the same level, and despite the fact that i like them at least nominally, they are also great examples of everything i hate about moffat and how he approached dw as a whole.

basically. doctor who is about people. there are many things about moffats tenure as showrunner that i think are a step up from rtd era who! actual gay people, for one! but i think that can likely be attributed mostly to an evolving Society as opposed to something inherent to him and his work, seeing as rtd is literally gay, and the existence of queer characters in moffats work doesnt mean the existence of good queer characters (ill give him bill but thats it!)

i have a few Primary Grievances with moffat and how he ran dw. all of them are things that got better with capaldi, but didnt go away. they are as follows:

moffat projects his own god complex onto the doctor

rtd era who had a doctor with a god complex. you cant ever be the doctor and not have a god complex. the problem with moffats era specifically is that the god complex was constant and unrepentant and was seen as a fundamental personality trait of the doctor rather than a demon he has to fight. he has the Momence where you feel bad for him, the Momence where he shows his humility or whatever and youre reminded that he doesnt want to be the lonely god, but those are just. moments. in a story where the doctor thinks hes the main character. rtd era doctor was aware that he wasnt the main character. he had to be an authority sometimes and he had to be the loner and he had to be sad about it, but he ultimately understood that he was expendable in a narrative sense.

this is how you get lines like “were the thin fat gay married anglican marines, why would we need names as well?” from the same show that gave you the gut punch moment at the end of midnight when they realize that nobody asked the hostess for her name. and on the one hand, thats a small sticking point, but on the other hand, its just one small example of the simple disregard that moffat has for humanity.

incidentally, this is a huge part of why sherlock sucked so bad: moffats main characters are special bc theyre so much bigger and better than all the normal people, and thats his downfall as a showrunner. he thinks that his audience wants fucking sheldon cooper when what they want is people.

like, ok. think of how many fantastic rtd era eps are based in the scenario “what if the doctor wasnt there? what if he was just out of commission for a bit?” and how those eps are the heart of the show!! bc theyre about people being people!! the thing is that all of the rtd era companions would have died for the doctor but he understood and the story understood that it wasnt about him.

this is like. nine sending rose home to save her life and sacrifice his own vs clara literally metaphysically entwining her existence w the doctor. ten also sending rose with her family to save her life vs river being raised from infancy to be obsessed w the doctor and then falling in love w him. martha leaving bc she values herself enough to make that decision vs amy being treated like a piece of meat.

and this is simultaneously a great callback to when i said that moffats episodes during the rtd era sometimes had the same problems as his show running (bc girl in the fireplace reeks of this), and a great segue into the next grievance.

moffat hates women

he hates women so fucking much. g-d, does steven moffat ever hate women. holy shit, he hates women. especially normal human women who prioritize their normal human lives on an equal or higher level than the doctor. moffat hated rose bc she wasnt special by his standards. the empty child/the doctor dances is the nicest he ever treated her, and she really didnt do much in those eps beyond a fuck ton of flirting.

girl in the fireplace is another shining example of this. youve got rose (who once again has another man to keep her busy, bc moffat doesnt think shes good enough for the doctor) sidelined for no reason only to be saved by the doctor at the last second or whatever. and then youve got reinette, who is pretty and powerful and special!

its just. moffat thinks that the doctor is as shallow and selfish as he is. thats why he thinks the doctor would stay in one place with reinette and not with rose. bc moffat is shallow and sees himself in the doctor and doesnt think he should have to settle for someone boring and normal.

not to mention rose met the doctor as an adult and chose to stay with him whereas reinette is. hm. introduced to the doctor as a child and grows up obsessed with him.

does that sound familiar? it should! bc it is also true of amy and river. and all of them are treated as viable romantic pairings. bc the only women who deserve the doctor are the ones whose entire existence revolves around him. which includes clara as well.

genuinely i think that at least on some level, not even necessarily consciously, that bill was a lesbian in part bc capaldi was too old to appeal to mainstream shippers. like twelve/clara is still a thing but not as universally appealing as eleven/clara but i am just spitballing. but i think they weighed the pros and cons of appealing to the woke crowd over the het shippers and found that gay companion was more profitable. anyway the point is to segue into the next point, which is that moffat hates permanent consequences.

moffat hates permanent consequences

steven moffat does not know how to kill a character. honestly it feels like hes doing it on purpose after a certain point, like he knows he has this habit and hes trying to riff on it to meme his own shit, but it doesnt work. it isnt funny and it isnt harmless, its bad writing.

the end of the doctor dances is so poignant and so meaningful and so fucking good bc its just this once! everybody lives, just this once! and then he does p much the same thing in forest of the dead - this one i could forgive, bc i do think that preserving those peoples consciousnesses did something for the doctor as a character, it wasnt completely meaningless. but everything after that kinda was.

rory died so many times its like. get a hobby lol. amy died at least once iirc but it was all a dream or something. clara died and was erased from the doctors memory. river was in prison and also died. bill? died. all of them sugarcoated or undone or ignored by the narrative to the point of having effectively no impact on the story. the point of a major character death is that its supposed to have a point. and you could argue that a piece of art could be making a point with a pointless death, ie. to put perspective on it and remind you that bad shit just happens, but with moffat the underlying message is always “i can do whatever i want, nothing is permanent or has lasting impact ever.”

basically, with moffat, tragedy exists to be undone. and this was a really brilliant, really wonderful thing in the doctor dances specifically bc it was the doctor clearly having seen his fair share of tragedy that couldnt be helped, now looking on his One Win with pride and delight bc he doesnt get wins like this! and then moffat proceeded to give him the same win over and over and over and over. nobody is ever dead. nobody is ever unable to be saved. and if they are, really truly dead and/or gone, then thats okay bc moffat has decided that [insert mitigating factor here]*

*the mitigating factor is usually some sort of computerized database of souls.

i can hear the moffat stans falling over themselves to remind me that amy and rory definitely died, and they did - after a long and happy life together, they died of old age. i dont consider that a character death any more than any other character choosing to permanently leave the tardis.

and its not just character deaths either, its like, everything. the destruction of gallifrey? never mind lol! character development? scrapped! the same episode four times? lets give it a fifth try and hope nobody notices. bc he doesnt know how to not make the doctor either an omnipotent savior or a self-pitying failure.

it is in nature of doctor who, i believe, for the doctor to win most of the time. like, it wouldnt be a very good show if he didnt win most of the time. but it also wouldnt be a very good show if he won all of the time. my point is that moffats doctor wins too often, and when he doesnt win, it feels empty and hollow rather than genuinely humbling, and you know hes not gonna grow from it pretty much at all.

so like. again, i like all of doctor who i enjoy all of it very much. i just think that steven moffat is a bad show runner and a decent writer at times. and it is frustrating. and im not here to convince or convert anyone im just living my truth. thank you for listening.

#sorry if this is repetitive or makes no sense or if i got some details of the show wrong #i simply couldnt be bothered to put too much effort into this post #lest it become a research paper and take me several weeks to answer #anyway thats all my opinions #dw #ok to rb

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astraldelights · 2 years

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The Characterisation of Steven Grant from Episode 1 to 4

I’ll be talking about how Steven’s character changes from episode 1 to 4 so

Spoilers Ahead!!

So in episode 1 when we are introduced to Steven, he seems like a very soft spoken man. He is portrayed as a man with no control over his life, can’t control social situations and even his body when he goes to sleep. He is a bumbling idiot in an unknown situation and we are supposed to sympathize with that. It seemed his life was entirely crumbling, he lost his job and his mind.

Continuing to episode 2, His life continues to be falling apart as he can’t tell reality from what he sees. Questioning his own sanity, he goes out to search for answers. This is the first time where he takes the initiative. Previously he had seemed to be a victim of his own circumstance, a man stuck in a shitty job he didn’t like, Life seemed to be moving faster than he could handle. However, his first step towards change was to fix the cracks that kept appearing in his life especially after the discovery of his alter Marc Spector.

At first he wanted to reject it all, but with the discovery of Layla and other answers the bigger mystery slowly uncovered itself to him. But suddenly, he is thrust into this whole world of the gods and is invited to the cult by harrow. He is forced again to accept that all of it is real but immensely terrifying at the same time. He also discovers what it is like taking the back seat in his mind while Marc is controlling the body. He hates it, he wants to go back to his old life were there were no monsters and people trying to kill him. He finally accepts Marc partly to get this whole fighting thing over with.

He also develops an interest in Layla. For the first time in his life he felt that he was able to truly connect with someone that was passionate about the same interests he had.

In episode 3, you can start to see more of Steven’s History buff show. He is finally gets a chance to look at all the relics and places he only ever read in books or saw on screen. He gets a chance to BE in the pyramid of Giza. This is the first time where Steven is seen being able to actually do the thing he’s good at, solving ancient Egyptian puzzles. Gaining a bargaining chip, he is able to take control from marc for this very purpose with Layla supporting this notion. This is a big change from his character in episode 1. Even though this only happened out of necessity and Layla convincing Marc, it does show that Steven has self-initiative and would not stand down to Marc that easily. This is change from the first episode where he was in complete denial and was being swept along through life. Now he has something to pit all his troubles towards and that is Marc.

In episode 4, second scene, he outright rejects Marc for control of the body. Not wanting for any of this to cause his life to steer wildly again, him having the body would be the best way he could escape from all this Khonshu stuff even if it meant the destruction of the world by harrow. It was not his problem in the first place, why should he deal with it? We see his selfish side come out in this episode. He isn't just the bumbling idiot anymore, he is jealous of the relationship Marc wasted with Layla and hopes to have that with her instead. He flirts with Layla and tries to convince her that she should give up on Marc. He wasn’t there for her then why should she be with him now?

And then we see his first real romantic interaction with Layla, kissing her. He is inexperienced, he’s never done this before but he still enjoys the awkward kiss.

This comes about because he reveals to her what Marc never did. He showed that he could be better than Marc in that sense. Giving Layla something familiar but with the part she always wanted from Marc, Honesty. I don’t think he did it purely out of selfishness but it shouldn't have been him telling Layla. It was what Marc was harbouring for a long time and if he had been the one to tell her, it would allow the first steps to repairing their relationship but it was revealed by Steven instead. I’m sure Steven felt Layla should know why Marc pushed her away because he knows that Marc had good intentions and didn't want Layla to hate him just due to bad communication, this displays he is still a man with strong morals at heart even if he is jealous. He could have let Layla continue believing that Marc pushed her away for no reason but he chose to be honest. This is what Steven could offer to her that Marc couldn’t.

However, later on we see that Steven doesn’t completely hate Marc. Once in a single body, now separated. Their reunion is heartfelt. It seemed that Steven stuck in the sarcophagus was let out by Marc. This could be referencing how Steven had actually been a part of Marc’s psyche but was separated due to a traumatic event that Marc had experienced, mostly likely his death. They hug, tightly like they have not seen each other in a century. Both are confused but happy that a friendly face is there.

Being shocked that they were in separate bodies but had no time to unpack the situation. They had to get out of this place. He follows Marc, showing that Steven still trusts Marc to get them out of this situation.

In conclusion, we can see how his character transformed from a man that was getting pushed over by life to a man taking more control over it but still with his own faults. He can be petty and jealous but he still upholds his own morals and gains a possible romantic interest. I felt this was interesting to explore since the Steven we saw in Episode 4 was so different to how we were introduced to him. It showed that he himself was not the completely soft-hearted man we saw, he had his own wants and needs and could be selfish at times. I felt it was a bit drastic but they didn’t change his character at the core completely. We see him evolve but not become someone different completely. He still is soft at heart, unable to stand blood and gore, trusting Marc because he knows deep-down that Marc is not truly at fault for all of this. Marc is also a victim of Khonshu’s whims.

Feel free to have a discussion in the comments or not. I just wanted to get these thoughts out of my head after watching episode 4. Sorry for the rambles hehe. If you liked my analysis, you might like my writing too :)

#steven grant #marc spector #layla el faouly #moon knight #marvel #marvel moon knight #marvel shows #personal thoughts #analysis

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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I would like a request for Steve Demon, something very dark and hot, thank you! 😈❤️

Hi darling! Thank you for your patience 🙏💖 This story was inspired by Slavic witch legends and VN Demonheart!

Oh, my love, don't forsake me

Pairing: demon!Steve Rogers x witch!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, dark magic, dubcon, witch!Nakia, mentions of violence.

Words: 1670.

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You remembered your first encounter with him well. It had been your first Walpurgis Night when Nakia presented you to a coven: you had been taken through an initiation ritual to become a true witch, and all of you danced and drank and laughed, jumping through grand fire and burning your clothes till you all had been naked, only jewelry - necklaces, earrings and bracelets - left on your bodies.

It was then when demons had arrived, many of them flying directly to their witches and starting dancing with them, picking them up and letting them ride them high up in the sky as if they were horned horses, and you froze on your spot, watching their red bodies glowing.

"You will choose your demon lover today." Nakia whispered to you, smiling to her own mighty demon, his shoulders wide and muscular, his gaunt wings so large he could cover ten people with each. "There are several of those who are free."

"Today?" You asked her nervously, watching those demons without a witch on their backs. "But I thought I would be given time to let them know better."

You knew no one but Nakia, and the thought of choosing your demon right this very moment seemed a bit frightening to you. The witch was choosing her demon lover for eternity - unless both her and him would decide to separate, but it was highly unlikely as the bond they built had always been hard to break. How could you do it without knowing a demon first? Today you could make the worst mistake in your entire life - and afterlife, considering that your soul would travel back to Hell with your demon by your side.

"Don't fret over little things." The witch flashed you a wide smile, her flawless skin glowing softly in the dim light coming from the fire meters away from you. "You will be fine. Look at them! Who is the one you want the most?"

She motioned to the demons flying up in the air, their wings flapping, and you realized you could actually see what was beneath the loincloth of some of them, your face growing unbearably hot. How indecent! Why didn't they wear something more concealing?

"Because they are showing new witches what they got to offer." Your mentor laughed at your bemused expression, and you chuckled, thinking how you were standing naked in front of them with just a think golden necklace on, the only valuable jewelry you had. "Don't be shy, dear. Look, look at them! Ask me if you see someone attractive, and I will tell you everything I know."

Oh dear, it was probably the most embarrassing thing you had ever done, but you couldn't miss your only opportunity to know more about your future lover. Besides, you didn’t become a witch to spend your days caring about morals and decency, did you? You were going to sin till the very end of your life, and today could be a nice starting point. In the end, a physical body and all its parts were nothing to be ashamed of.

Watching several men, their skin scarlet, floating above the grand fire and laughing along the other couples, you tried focusing on those who you thought looked the strongest and sheepishly whispering to Nakia. You felt a little distressed her own lover had to wait for you, but the demon only grinned at you, baring his pearly white teeth, and bowed his head a little, visibly agreeing to wait longer. Maybe they weren’t all as scary as you imagined? You certainly hoped so, pointing to several demons and asking your mentor about them.

“This one? This is Tony, he’s a clever but vicious sort.”

“Aren’t they all?”

Turning her face to you, Nakia gently caressed your head as if you were her child. “No, darling. Not to us. But you are right, I doubt Tony would be the right choice for you. Maybe young Peter? It is his first Walpurgis Night, but he’s of age. Or Brock, that demon over there? Oh no, look at this ruthless barbarian...”

However, before you had time to look at the man she had pointing at, another demon suddenly crossed your way, and you stilled when he looked directly at you, his large crimson wings blocking the view for both Nakia and you. He stood out from the crowd with his glowing golden hair and immense wings that were bigger than even Nakia’s lover, and you frown when the demon landed on his goat hooves, aggressively ripping his loincloth away and baring his flesh in front of you. Your face grew hot at his shameless display, and searched for your mentor’s hand, clutching it in yours like a child, truly. What was that? Did you make the demon upset? Had you broken some rule you didn’t know about?

Nervously glancing at Nakia’s lover you saw him distressed, too, but he didn’t move further to protect you, standing on his place. Was it because there was no true danger or because he simply couldn’t protect his witch against the monster in front of you?

“Who is he?” Your whisper was barely audible as you trembled, clinging to Nakia, and she wrapped her warm arm around your shoulders, leaning closer to your ear.

“Steven of Triskelion. Do not be scared, my darling, he isn’t here to hurt you. I wonder why he’s courting you so... passionately, though.”

“Courting me?”

“Oh yes, my dear. Look at him, putting himself on display like that for a young witch. His desire for you must be strong.”

Softly waving at her lover and seeing him relaxing, Nakia gently pushed you in front, encouraging you to come closer to the demon whose gaze was so intense you were worried he would make a hole in you. Oh, you needed to talk to him. Probably. You weren’t sure, but by the look on the witch’s face you guessed the demon in front of you wasn’t necessarily a bad choice. Judging by his enormous form and his thick, veiny cock in between his muscled legs, maybe he really weren’t.

Suddenly feeling very self-conscious in front of him, you tried smiling and prevent yourself from covering your body with your hands - he had just shown himself completely naked to you, and it would be disrespectful of you to do otherwise. You certainly didn’t want to upset a demon like him.

“Hello, Sir. It is a pleasure to meet you.” You said politely, hoping he wouldn’t mind the way you talked to him. Should you bow to him? Offer him your hand? Kiss his cheek? No, no, you wouldn’t dare.

For a second you thought he was going to hit you, but you knew a demon would never do that to a witch, especially with a whole coven present. They’d ban him from ever pairing with any of them, stripping him of a possibly ally and lover. Only the most insane demons would try doing something as reckless and disrespectful, but they weren’t allowed to Walpurgis Night celebrations. Thank... Devil?

The demon suddenly chuckled, baring his sharp fangs, “You don’t have to be so polite with me, little witch. I am sorry for intimidating you for it was not my intention. Come closer.”

Liar! He loved the effect he had on you, you didn’t have to get inside his horned head to see it. Was he of patronizing kind? Maybe. It wasn’t the worst one among demons straight from Hell, and you smiled at him, putting your arm in his as he drew you closer to him, his other arm softly cupping your chin. His crimson body was radiating heat, and you enjoyed it when demon made you lean onto his wide chest. Despite being somewhat shy about the whole encounter, you were starting to warming up, demon’s touch having a strange effect on you.

“Allow me to give you this.” The man murmured into your ear, and you felt the heaviness of a string of pearls on your neck, touching it with your fingers and watching the demon with wide eyes.

Of course, you have heard of witches receiving gifts from their demonic lovers, but Steve was still a stranger to you. Was it right to accept something so expensive from him? While you tried looking for Nakia to ask her advice, the demon wrapped his large gaunt wings around you two, preventing you from searching for your friend, and forcefully turned your face to him, claiming your lips as if he wanted to devour you. You had no time to react before his huge tongue got inside your mouth, his clawed hand running up your rib cage and cupping your breasts as you whimpered against him, his body blazing hot. He didn’t give you a second to get accustomed to the kiss before spreading his wings and flapping them as he unceremoniously grabbed you by the hips and flew up, taking you with him. You let out a little mewl, clinging to Steve for life. What was he doing?!

“Don’t be scared, kitten. I’m not asking you to ride on my back just yet.” The demon’s voice was soft, but you could see his grin getting wider, and a part of you was nervous at his somewhat aggressive courting. “But wouldn’t you like it? I can be a powerful ally for a witch and a gentle lover for an innocent kitten like you.”

“Be careful, dear. Steve became bitter after his witch has left him to return to God,” Nakia’s voice said in your head, and you frowned, knowing the demon most certainly heard her, too.

She left him for God? What, how was this even possible?

Demon’s grin turned wicked as he kissed your forehead, getting higher and higher as other demons and witches danced below you. “It’s true, darling. That’s why after you choose me to be your lover I will carve your heart out of your chest and keep it with me.”

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blancamz · 3 years

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“It’s Over Isn’t It” Reanimation progress

Honestly one of my favourite parts about animating is posting the WIPs online. Here’s the step-by-step of how I went about doing my reanimation for the end section of “It’s Over Isn’t It” from the Steven Universe episode Mr. Greg.

1) Idea and Prep

I was flicking through Steven Universe: Art & Origins. I think at the time I must’ve been between jobs or bored or something, because it came into my head to do a bit of animation based on the pilot style SU. I’ve always been quite fond of the pilot style, especially Pearl’s David Bowie / LaRoux look. The little tux design by Hellen Jo was quite snazzy as well, so I decided to have a go at doing a segment of “It’s Over Isn’t It”, using these designs.

I traced the turnaround from the book in Clip Studio Paint and approximated Jo’s design to it. At first I had the colour turnaround, but did the low-colour turnaround with the heads to give me a better idea of where the lines are and proportions of the body. I also get a clip of “It’s Over Isn’t It” and trim it down to the section I want to do.

This is a long one so strap in.

2) Sketch Pass

I’ll be using gifs that show the first 100-130 frames of the animation, because the full segment is 22 seconds long.

Very very loose animation of what I’m going to be doing with this segment, done in Adobe Animate. I have a video of the real segment in the corner of the stage and audio in the timeline, and closely reference them for layout and acting.

I’ve decided I want to go really nuts with the animation. Lots of angles on her face, smooth movement, secondary animation / follow-through on her various clothing elements. Technically her earring’s supposed to be on the other side but I want to animate that flailing around dangit, so I change it so it faces the camera.

3) Rough Pass

I tidy up the rough I did somewhat. It’s still very rough, but Pearl is better proportioned and the motion is more complete. I get a better idea of how she moves by focusing on drawing keys (the most important drawings) and breakdowns (drawings that help you figure out the motion a little bit, without full animation). I have Pearl, her suit, ruffles and earring on separate layers so I can turn things on and off or lower their opacity as needed.

4) Tiedowns

At some point between the rough and tie-down phase I realized that I’d been animating at 30fps instead of 25fps like I’d meant to, so I had to end up shifting all the roughs I’d been doing. Bad news: having to wrestle with getting the timings I’d so carefully planned out in the rough to still look good. Good news: I have to animate and clean up 5 fewer frames per second, so that’s 110 fewer drawings to worry about. Yussssss. For reference, the above clip has now gone from 132 frames to 107.

During the tiedown phase, I go over the roughs and more carefully try to match the proportions in the turnaround. I keep a flattened version of the first frame of animation to use as reference thoughout to prevent morphing. Sometimes when you’re animating, things will get bigger or small as you re-draw them, so it’s good to have a base drawing to refer back to and make the sizes stay consistent.

At this point I’m way more aware of reasons behind the big design change for Pearl between the pilot and the show. She’s so dang skinny and tall with that extra poof of hair up top that she’s really annoying to frame up. If you want to keep all of her in the frame, there’s going to be tons of empty space.

I also find that my turnaround isn’t enough reference for Pearl’s awkwardly-shaped head. I snap me a bunch of screenshots of pearl’s head from different angles and collate them into a big sheet.

5) Inbetweening

Inbetweening, aka filling out all the gaps in the timeline between the keys and breakdowns. If you’ve done your keys and BD’s well, inbetweening can be a pretty straight-forward.

But I’ve got like a million bits of secondary animation to content with, which means this still takes a significant amount of time. The hair and ruffles have to move a little later than the rest of the body, and some parts of the ruffles have to move at a different rate from the rest. I’m trying to animate like there’s wind since Pearl’s on top of a tall building. I keep animating until it feels good enough.

This is what my timeline and stage look like in Animate by this point. The animation is mostly on 2s, with some 1s, 3s and 4s thrown in when needed.

6) Cleanup and Colour

I did the cleanup in Toon Boom Harmony. As a program, I like it was more than Animate, even though it isn’t without it’s flaws. But it’s also really dang expensive. Fortunately, by this point I’d been working on the upcoming Deadendia series for Netflix. What with the pandemic, we were working from home and the studio gave me a license for Toon Boom. So I exported my frames from Animate, put ‘em in TB and started cleaning up.

I’ve found that cleanup is something that’s often offloaded to new or less experienced artists at studios because blah it’s just tracing the rough animation. But you’ve got good cleanup and bad cleanup, and a good cleanup artist will compensate for flaws in volume and have a good, clear and natural line.

I’m not terribly fond of doing cleanup myself. I feel I tend to end up rushing, which leads to sloppy work. I tried really hard to keep up a standard here.

7) Comping

a.k.a. Compositing, the final layering of the various elements before exporting a film. Another stage I don’t quite care for because of its nuances. Also drawing backgrounds.

I admit that I’m not very good at drawing backgrounds or environments. I tried to do the one for the second shot of this animation, since it was acutally really important. In shots 1 and 3, you don’t really see the ground or even the railing that Pearl is leaning on, but 2 is a wide shot. My first attempts at it were unfortunate. Fortunately my husband @joe-sparrow is both good at backgrounds and good at imitating the style and colour palette of the show. He volunteered to do the BGs and I accepted. See mine vs. his:

So yeah, get me some nice backgrounds, put the animation on top, then fiddle with a couple of elements in the comp to give things a little bit more depth. During this stage, errors that had happened during the animation progress that I hoped would just go away became annoyingly obvious, so there was a fair bit of going back to fix them.

So that’s how I done made this animation. I started April 2018 and posted in on January 1st 2021, so that’s over 1.5 years it took me to do these 22 seconds of animation. However, I wasn’t working on it continuously through that time. Sometimes I’d be working on it every day, other times I’d not touch it for weeks or months at a time. It really depended on how busy or whatever I was at the time. I think if I’d been working on it non-stop, it still would’ve taken me at least like 2-3 months to finish it.

If you made it to the end of this post, I hope you found all this information interesting.

Happy drawing.

It’s over, isn’t it.

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danny-williams · 3 years

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kiss it better

Coda to s2.6. yknow the one. it’s the boxing episode. Here’s a refresher if you’ve forgotten. Also im pretending that the final scenes w Joe never happened.

It takes Steve a while to notice, because the fight takes a lot out of him, and he’s almost dead on his feet by the time Danny pulls up in their driveway and ushers Steve in for a shower - but Danny’s mad at him.

Steve knows because he’s been keeping his distance ever since the boxing match.

He didn’t grab at Steve’s chin to get a closer look at what is promising to be an impressive shiner underneath his eye (if the way his muscle is throbbing is indicative of anything), or thrust an ice-pack Steve’s way and demand he hold it against his shoulder.

In fact, apart from insisting that he be the one to drive them home because you might have a concussion you goof, what if you lose consciousness at the wheel and then run someone over? Danny barely speaks to him.

Danny stands behind the rest of the team, all smiles and laughs and casual comments, but doesn’t look Steve in the eye. Not once.

The idea that Danny might be upset with him ping-pongs around his head, forcing him to replay the events of the day over again in his head, looking for a moment where something went wrong and he hadn’t noticed, something that forced Danny curl into himself and avoid Steve.

Try as he might though, he can’t think of anything.

Still, he can’t let the thought that Danny’s upset with him though, and after three failed attempts at sleep - he reaches on the other side of the bed, where Danny has his head nestled into the pillow and is snoring faintly; and prods Danny until he stirs.

“What’s the matter? Did we catch a new case? Do the criminals on this island not understand the concept of bed-time? Unless it’s life or death, and I mean literal life or death Steven - it can wait until the morning. So this better be good.”

Steve opens his mouth to comment on the way Danny was snoring, a quippy thing meant to cut the tension, but what comes out is: “You didn’t check me over after the fight.”

Danny eyes, which were half-lidded from fatigue, are completely alert now - bright, and wide, and completely trained on Steve. It’s the kind of thing to make a lesser man squirm.

“I got hit, a couple of times actually. Got myself a shiny new bruise and everything,” Steve gestures just below his eye, “But you didn’t - you didn’t check me over. You always check me over, after I’m injured.”

“You woke me up in the middle of the night because I didn’t kiss your boo-boo better?” Danny asks, with a touch of incredulity in his tone, “This is low babe, even for you. If you wanted me to kiss you better all you had to do was ask.”

And yet, Steve notes silently, Danny makes no move to approach him.

“That isn’t -” Steve grits his teeth in frustration, because he recognises that waking up his partner this late is questionable, and Danny is completely entitled to have something to say about it, “I don’t want you to kiss it better.”

Lie, the thought comes unbidden, before he can tamp it down, but he tries to let it not show on his face.

“I’ve gotten used to you looking me over when I’m injured,” he tries to explain, “You always do it. It’s a thing, with you, with us. I get myself injured, and then you loudly fuss over me and tell me all the ways I’m going to send you into an early grave.”

Danny’s silent for a couple of moments and then -

“Yeah well, that’s when we’re on the clock. You wanna get injured on your own time? That’s all on you. I’m not touching that mess with a 12-foot pole.”

It occurs to Steve that this is bigger than he previously thought it would be, and he shuffles closer to Danny, trying to get a better look at him under the faint moonlight.

“Danny, you know that me fighting tonight, that was for charity right? I don’t get my kicks out of having the shit beaten out of me.”

“Then you should’ve stayed down,” Danny says, louder than he probably meant to, because his voice reverberates around the empty room, “The first time you fell down, when I asked you to stay down, you should’ve stayed down.”

“Look, I get that we lead dangerous lives. That our jobs mean sometimes shit’s gonna go sideways. I hate it, but I even accept that your inherent Navy SEAL-ness means that you run headfirst into danger. Hell, half the time I’m right there with you.” Danny huffs, and he reaches out to touch the bruise developing under Steve’s eyes, but stops himself at the last second. His hand hangs there, right above them.

“But tonight? The fight? All these injuries were pointless. Meaningless. They were to feed your ego, and I’m sorry if I’m not okay with watching you get beat up. Even if it is for charity.”

Steve pulls his hand out from under the covers, and intertwines it with Danny’s, pulling Danny’s hand close to his chest.

“Hey, listen to me, listen to me,” he says again when Danny rolls his eyes, “You feel that? That’s my heart, right there, in the middle of my chest. I got a little banged up, sure, but I’m okay Danny. I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know that you goof,” Danny flexes his fingers against Steve’s chest, but doesn’t make any effort to take it back, “That doesn’t mean I’m going to ever be okay with seeing you hurt. Or that I’m gonna play nurse for you all the time, because that’d probably encourage you.”

Steve waggles his eyebrows, “But you’d look so good in a nurse outfit.”

“Don’t make me smother you with this pillow Steven, because I will. You don’t want to test me.”

Steve laughs, full-bodied and loud, and uses his grip on Danny’s hand to pull him closer, until Danny’s tucked next to his side. It’s still the beginning of the year, so it’s cool enough that they can do this without the heat making it too uncomfortable.

“I am sorry,” Steve says finally, “I wasn’t trying to get hurt - and yeah, a little bit of it was my ego, but it was mainly to give the crowd a good show. I wasn’t thinking of anything else. Honest.”

Danny sighs, tilting his head to press a kiss on the underside of Steve’s chin, “I know babe. Doesn’t make it any easier on me though.”

“I’ll try and not get myself as injured.”

“That’s all I’m asking. Now go to sleep or I swear to god, I’m gonna give you a matching kisser on the other side of your face. And it won’t be that pretty too.”

Steve tightens the arm he has around Danny’s waist; and closes his eyes - letting the sounds of the ocean wash over him until his breath evens out.

Fin

#my writing #mcdanno #steve mcgarrett x danny williams #steve mcgarrett/danny williams #steve x danny #steve/danny #hawaii 5 o #s2.6 #established relationship #kiss it better

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comingtothetree23 · 3 years

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Protecting The Heart (Rewritten)

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 8.7K

Summary: (Y/n)’s new friend seems fishy, especially since girls’ hearts are being taken. Will Peter and the Avenger save (Y/n) from heartbreak? Literally!

Warnings: Poorly written fight scenes, Idea from Monster High, Swearing, mentions of Sex.

Happy Valentines day!

"Wait, wait wait..." Peter waved a hand to stop you from continuing, "You're telling me this 'old friend' of yours wanted to hang out with you after the world discovered you were an avenger?" You gave him a shrug as you two wait for the meeting to start.

"I mean...yeah?I know it sounds weird but I haven't seen him since I was ten." You looked away for a second, "He was my best friend growing up." Peter frowned as he knew what that meant. You were that loner in class, no friends, no one to talk to....until Peter came into your life. He opened his mouth to say something but then...

“Oh ‘Best Friend’ Sorry Pete you’ve been replaced,” Tony stated as he entered the room, also entering the conversation. everyone turned to look at you and Peter. You quickly turn to look over at him with a smirk.

“If anything Pete replaced him.” You nudged Peter’s shoulder while he just rolled his eyes, “Are you mad? if so, don’t be me and you are way closer than me and Arther ever been.” You gave him your smile he thought was just adorable, you thought the same thing about his smile.

"You two are inseparable," Nat smirked as she took a sip of her drink. You gave her a look Peter couldn't describe and certainly didn't know what it meant.

“Hopefully the guys not mad might get revenge on Parker,” Sam smirked at Peter as you scoffed at that. Arther was the nicest guy ever…Even if he never tried to reach out to you until you became an official Avenger.

“Arther not like that,”

“You don’t know, You haven’t seen since you were ten? Six years can change someone.” Sam warned, making you roll your eyes and pout a little. Arther was your best friend, your only friend for a while there. That had to make him a good person, not judging you before meeting you.

"Let's just start the meeting." You murmur as you try hiding your face. Peter frowned and intertwined his fingers with yours making you smile.

"Okay crew, We were sent about this case that seems below our paid rite if you ask me." Tony started standing in front of a projection, "F.R.I.D.A.Y can you do the honors?"

"Yes, Boss.”

You listened to the A.I with a bored expression, it’s the same thing. Pictures came on screen making your eyes wide and sit up straighter as you stare in horror.

“14 Teenage girls were found dead in their homes.” Everyone stared at the screen where they showed some of the crime scenes, “The bodies are only missing one thing, their hearts.” your eyes widen even more at that, “All the bodies were found in their own houses, no sign of struggle or breaking and entering.” The next thing F.R.I.D.A.Y says making your heart race, "All the girls are in the age range 15-18 in this area.“ You didn’t fail to notice everyone’s eyes move over to you.

"Any leads?" Steve wondered as more and more pictures are shown on the screen of the girls.

"There are no leads."

"No leads, no evidence?” You mumbled before looking over at Peter, who was looking down in thought.

“That’s impossible. There’s no way you can’t leave evidence at a crime scene.” Peter spoke up before leaning his head on his hand, “This makes no sense,”

"I’m pretty sure people have left crime scenes without making evidence.“ You leaned back in your seats while in deep thought.

"Technically, no. You can’t have a crime scene without evidence. Practically, yes. You can have a crime scene without evidence.” Tony explained to you all, making you all look at him confused.

"So, no struggle or breaking and entering?" You looked at the screen seeing the girl's bodies with a hole in their chest, making you shutter, "T-That can't be right."

“ We'll figure that out later." Nat spoke up, "Me, Steve, and Tony will go to some of the crime scenes.” She looked over at Steve and Tony, "Sam and Bucky you go talk to the girl’s parents…“ You stopped listening to her as you thought of the girls, having their hearts ripped out sounded extremely painful. You hated that you couldn’t have helped them in time.

” Peter, you will continue to do your patrols but keep an eye out for anything suspicious.“ You frowned as you looked at Nat, she was stoned-face, like she usually was.

"Nat, what about me?" you question as she turned and look at you. You and Nat became close friends right as you joined the avengers. Nat seemed to think for a moment before speaking up.

"...You will join Peter-"

"What!?"

"Nat you can't be serious."

"She's a target!" Nat raised a hand to silence the crowd.

"You will join Peter but if anything serious happens you will stay in the tower where it's safe. Alright." You looked at her and she had a look you knew she was right. You hesitantly nodded as she gives you a tiny smile, "Alright team, head out."

Who made her in charge?”

“Yea, I though I was the leader.” Steven frowned.

"Pete, C'mon let me go." You grunted as you tried to walk. It was hard since Peter was acting like a koala and hugging you tightly, not letting you go, "I have plans!"

"Cancel them!" Peter yelled tucking his face in your neck, "It’s dangerous out there! You could be hurt.”

"Is it about those girls? Pete, I have training I'll be fine!" You tried to argue but Peter started putting more of his weight on you, making you fall.

"Pete."

"Hmm?"

"We're on the floor now." You tried crossing your arms but Peter tightened his arms around you and now it kinda hurts. Peter didn't seem to care you guys were on the floor since he snuggled his face into your hair. You closed your eyes with a sigh as you messed with his curls.

"And then I said- Why in hell are you two on the floor!?" Sam asked as he and Bucky entered in the living room to see you two on the floor.

"Pete's being a baby and isn't letting me go meet up with Arthur." You explained as you stare up at the two men standing above you.

"Oh, makes sense." they shrugged and walked over to sit on the couch, completely ignoring you two on the floor.

"What!? No! Help me! Pete!" You yelled as you started to struggle in Peter's arms, which honestly didn't do anything for you since he's supa strong.

"Outta Luck, (L/n)," Bucky smirks as he sits back and watched some dumb movie. You groaned loudly as you finally stop struggling.

"You guys suck!"

"We know."

"Yep."

You sat there for a moment staring at the ceiling thinking about how you could get out. You looked over at Peter to see his eyes were closed and face tucked into your neck, breath tickling your neck. Your wide widen as an idea came into your head.

"...you can come with me. If it makes you feel better." You watched for his reaction, He opened his eyes and looked at you confused, "You can come with me to meet Arthur. I’m sure he won’t mind.” You shrugged as you looked back up at Peter, who was thinking the idea over.

"W-would you mind?" Came his shy voice making you smile a little. Peter was always kind and never wanted you to feel uncomfortable, which you loved.

"Of course, I don't want you worrying all day." You brushed your hand through his curls, making him sigh contently, "Even if everything would be okay."

"You don't know that, (Y/n)." peter frowned as he stared into your eyes, "It took us until 14 girls to realize this man is out there. He knows what he's doing." You frowned as you realized he's right.

"That's why I want you to come with." You look down at him and gives him a sweet smile, "To protect me if anything happens." Peter smiled and snuggled into your again and sighed contently when you messaged his temple.

"Yeah sounds great." His smile got bigger as you hummed a tune he knew you listened to a lot in your room. He could of stayed like that forever but it all ended when you spoke up.

"uhh, Pete, we're gonna be late if we don't leave now." Peter sighed softly as he slowly uncurled himself from you and stood up, helping you up, "Thanks, now let's go." You linked your arm through his as you two walked out of the tower, Sam and Bucky watching.

“There’s gonna be a fight.”

“(Y/n)!” You looked over at a teenage boy waving over at you, you looked at the boy confused. The boy has short dyed black hair, green pricing eyes and he is wearing a fancy shirt for being in a small town cafe.

“Do you know him?” Peter asks as he takes your hand and told it tight. You didn't bother to take your hand away from his since you know Peter is not letting go.

"I... don't know." You tilted your head as you got a good look at him, "He doesn't look familiar at all! Not even a little." You explained causing Peter to tighten his hold on your hand.

“(Y/n), it’s me, Arthur!” Your eyes met his and you imminently recognized him. He always had those green eyes You smile and wave at him, You drag Peter over at the table as you both sat down.

"Arthur, That's you? You look so different." Maybe it was just your memories messing up but he looked so different. You smile as you put two hands on the table.

"It's me darlin', You haven't changed a bit." He smiles at you but this smile wasn't like Peter's. Peter's smile was cute and calming making you feel safe while Arthur’s was bone-chilling and seemed more like a smirk, "Who's your friend." Arthur frowned as he looked at Peter. You put a hand on Peter's shoulder as you explain.

“This is Peter Parker, he’s my really good friend. He’s one of Tony Stark’s interns. That’s how we met." That, That was a lie. You two meet way before his internship and right after Arthur left school. Peter sent you a look trying not to show his confusion.

“Tony Stark, That’s mighty impressive.” he lean his chin on his hands as he smirks, “What do you do there, Peter?” Peter frowns and tries to reach for your hand as his Peter tingle screeched 'Danger’ at him. Your hands were on the table and he didn't want to be a bother, He already forced himself here.

“Oh, you know…” He laughs nervously, “Bring him his coffee, helps him with his inventions sometimes…The normal intern stuff.” He looked over at you with panicked eyes which you did notice and subtly nodded his way.

“Ain’t that interesting,” Arthur smirked at Peter before looking over at you. He gave you a look that when you two were little would make your heart melt but now you felt nothing. You gave him a smile as Peter watched your interaction.

'Danger! Danger! Danger! Danger! Danger!'

“So Arthur, How are you? Are you doing anything?” You moved the topic away from Peter and the Stark internship. You smiled at him, wanting to know more about him.

“I’m doing just fine, darlin'. Thank you for asking." He gently took your hand and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckle with that same cocky smirk, “I’ve been moving School to School recently.”

"Wait? Really? is that why you left years ago?" You leaned forward as you question him. You were devastated when he just left without a word. You always wondered what happened to him.

“Afraid so, None of the places really captivated me.” You and Peter share a confused glance before looking back at Arthur, “But this place is just lovely.”

“It’s New York," Peter spoke up looking around the small cafe you three were in. New York was nice but the people here could be... uh not nice.

"And I’ve always wanted to live in New York.” Arthur quickly shuts Peter down, sending him a look that made his senses scream, “And then I discovered that you lived here, darling.” Arthur took a hold of your hand, Peter's sense screamed, “And I was over the moon!"

"Oh, I’m not that great.” You laugh gently and took your hand away from Arthur’s, “I bore people really easily."

"That’s not true, (Y/n).” Peter spoke up, making both you and Arther look at him, “You are amazing to be around! Your fun, smart and weirdly obsessed about TikTok."

"They're funny and you know it!”

“Don’t forget that you are beautiful, darling. Oh, I have something for you.” He handed you some flowers. You looked at them in shock as you felt a weird feeling.

“Oh, Thank you, Arthur.” You give him a fake smile as you place it gently behind you, “They beautiful." You noticed a small note in the flowers.

"Like you, There's a little poem a wrote for you In there.” You nodded at him with a tight smile. You didn't think about it when Arthur puts on some sunglasses and frowned deeply at you.

"I would have gotten more but I was so excited to see you again I couldn't wait." Arthur leaned forward a bit, completely ignoring Peter as you and Arthur stare at each other.

There was something about his eyes that made you stare at them. You didn't even notice when yours and Peter's phones went off at the same time. It was when Peter shook your shoulders did you look away.

"(Y/n), it's work. we gotta go." Peter explained making you nod toward him. You put a hand on your forehead before shaking it lightly, you feel lightheaded for some reason."

“Hey, Sorry Arthur.” You pointed behind you, “We both got to go, See you later?"

"Of course, Darlin'. I’ll see you real soon.” He smirked which made you shiver as he gently took your hand and put a kiss on it.

“Bye Arthur.” You stood up, took Peter’s hand, and left the cafe. Arthur's eyes never left your figure as you two walked down the streets toward the Avengers tower.

“You don’t like him, Do you?” You ask as you and Peter sat on a roof, looking for any crime. You wore your super-suit while Peter was in his Spider-suit. You kick your feet out as you waited for his answer.

“…Did he seem weird to you?” He avoided the question, he didn’t want to answer your question, which answered your question.

“Well, He’s always been… a little weird.” You sighed as you kick your foot a little more, “but…” You quickly shook your head and layed down to look at the stars.

“But?"

"But… He kinda made me uncomfortable,” you confessed as you avoided Peter’s eyes to look at the stars. What made you uncomfortable was it seemed like he wanted one thing from you.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Peter asks in a soft voice, making you look over at him. You let out a sigh as he layed down next to you and you both stared at the sky.

“It’s just… he never reached out to me before I became an Avenger and I didn’t really mind. It’s just when he started giving me flowers acting all romantic toward me. I just don’t like him like that anymore and we literally just got back in touch.” You knew Peter was looking at you through his mask but you continued, “As I said earlier, We were never really that close.”

“Why don’t you tell him to stop?” Peter asks you making you let out a long sigh.

“I will don’t worry. I’m just in a mood. I’m just worried about the girls.” Peter gave you a nod as you continues, “Having their hearts ripped out, must be so painful I can’t even imagine.” You felt tears sting your eyes. You felt a hand touch your shoulder and you look over at Peter.

“Hey, Don’t worry. We’ll find the person who did this.” Peter gently pulled off his mask to show you his face, he knows how much just seeing his face calms you down, “You’ll be fine.”

“I’m not worried about me! I’m worried for other girls out there.” you looked over at Peter and gave him a look, “I just want people to be safe. Like how I was.” You avoided Peters’s gaze as you turned your head away from him. You suddenly felt a gloved hand on your chin and Peter moved your head to face him as he gave you an adorable smile

“Don’t worry you will, (Y/n).” He gave you another smile that made you smile. You look away for a moment before leaning in and giving him a peck on the lips and quickly pulling away.

Peter stares at you for a moment before cupping your cheeks, giving you a soft gentle kiss on the lips. You smile into the kiss as you return the kiss. It was gentle and full of love, Love that made you so happy you met Peter Parker. You two pulled away but kept your foreheads touching.

“How was that?” Peter shyly asks, trying to catch his breath. You let out a soft laugh as you gently pinch one of his rosy cheeks

“Perfect."

"Peter, there’s a bank robbery far east from here,” Karen explains to him, not realizing she's kinda ruining an important moment.

“Duty calls.” You giggle before placing a kiss on his nose. You stand up and jumps off the building and making a portal to the crime scene.

Leaving Peter watching you with a daze smiley look before shaking his head and putting his mask off and chases after you.

“You learn anything new from the case?” you entered the kitchen to see the group. Peter had his arm around your waist. Ever since last night, you weren’t willing to let go of each other.

“No, there’s nothing at the crime scene. No fingerprints, no bloostains-” Steve started, looking over at Nat as he explains. He had bags under his eyes showing he wasn't sleeping.

“Surprising."

”- No nothing! We found nothing!“

"How… How are the bodies?” Peter spoke up quietly, not wanting to upset you but this was something you all needed to know. especially since you could be a target.

“The only thing found was a hole in their chest, where the heart was.” Nat sighed not looking at any of you, “Sam and Bucky are starting to interview the parents. Hopefully, they’ll find something.”

“They will don’t worry.” You detached yourself from Peter and walked over to Nat, putting a hand on her shoulder, “We’ll find them. We always do.” You finished with a smile making Nat look you.

“So, You and Parker?” She smirks, You blush as you smile giddily at her with a quick nod of your head, “Guess that old friend of yours wasn’t that fun, huh?”

“He was… Eh."

"Eh, That bad huh?” Nat took a sip of her drink with a raised brow.

“He wasn’t bad it’s just he was being all romantic like he were in a novel.” You sigh dramatically, "Two lovers torn apart but they find a way to each other and live happily ever after blah blah blah.“

"You know what he wants right?” Nat asks you as you look up at her sighing and nodding.

“Yeah, Yeah, I do.” you look down sadly, “I really wanted to be his friend again but I guess that’s not what he wants from me."

"Who cares? You’re a badass Avenger who can handle herself. You should be proud and happy, Your finally with Peter. Everyone knows you two wanted that for a while now.” You let out a laugh at that.

“Yea, I really did.” You look over at Peter, who was suddenly on the ceiling because of peppermint, “I’m really lucky.” You gave him a soft smile which Peter noticed and gave one back.

“Hey Arthur, Can we talk?” You walked over to Arthur, you two stood in a soccer field at an old park. There weren't that many people around you surprisingly.

“Of course, Darling. I got you something,” He pulled out a necklace that looked really pretty, some force was raising your arm to take it but you forced it down, coughing.

“That’s why I'm here to talk.” He paused looking confused, like this never happened before, “The gifts and things are nice and all but it makes me uncomfortable. I don't think of you like that.” Arthur looked at you for a moment before his face hardens, making you panic, “We can still hang out! I just want you to know.” You wave your hands in the air, not trying to be mean.

"It's that boy, isn't it?"

“What?”

“Parker? His name was I'm assuming I didn't care enough to remember.” He shrugged walked closer to You, you kept a brave face as he leaned down, "You know, I was surprised when I saw you walking into that little old cafe holding some random boy hand."

“Dude, This isn't really your business." You put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him away gently as you try walking past him, "I don't owe you anything! Goodbye Arthur." A hand gripped your wrist, making you stop walking.

"But it is my business.” He pulled you back and pinned you to a tree, making you look at him, “Your love-life is my business. Which is why I know it’s Parker.” You glare at him as he takes his hand off your chin.

“What are you talking about?” You look at him with a glare before rolling your eyes, “Let me guess you want one thing from me. I wonder if I can guess what it is.” you made a motion with your hands before Arthur pins them again, making your roll your eyes.

“I do want something from you but it’s not what your thinking.” You look up at him confused as he takes his sunglasses off showing his piercing green eyes, “I want your heart.” Your eyes widen as your blood runs cold, “But I kinda like your suggestion. I think I just might do that too."

"Get off of me." You growl lowly, Arthur looks at you almost smugly.

"What was that Darlin'?"

"Get off of me!" You yelled as you kicked him in the stomach, pushing him off of you. He stumbled a bit before standing up straight and staring at you almost bored, "You kill those girls!"

“Killer? Now I’m offended, I don’t kill them.” He starts to walk over to you, you held up your fist ready to fight, “No need for a fight. I’m not going to hurt you.”

"I bet you said that to those girls!" You lunged at him making both of you fall as you punch him, over and over again, "14! That's how many girls were hurt because of you!"

"And I only got caught now." He smirks at you, making you see red. You pull out some handcuffs and cuffs his wrists before standing up and taking a couple of steps away, "and what are you going to do with me?" You scoffed as you crossed your arms.

“I’m bringing you to Avengers tower to bring you in. So, you won’t hurt any other poor girl, You heartless-fuck!” You raised an arm and opened a portal to your room in the Avengers tower. You walk over and picks him up walking toward the portal.

“Wait!” He yelled making you stop and look at him, “Can you do one last thing for me, darling?"

"Hell no, after everything you don't get anything." You growl before you felt him grab your wrist, making you glance at him. You did a double-take as you notice the handcuffs were off.

"H-How?" You shuddered as he stood up and walked toward you with a smirk. Once again you couldn't look away from his green eyes, just like the cafe.

"You think you're the only girl that caught on?" He chuckled as your back met a tree, "dated an officer's daughter, That was a challenge." He suddenly grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them to the tree and leaned closer to you, "But you're much more of a challenge, Darlin'."

His eyes started glowing pink before you felt your cheeks heat up while your heart started beating faster. It got worst as you tried looking away but Arthur cupped your cheek, making you stare at him.

“I will have your heart, darling. It’s too special not to.” You tried shaking your head as you tried...Wait, why were you struggling? Arthur’s your friend, he wouldn't do anything bad. You gave a small smile as you leaned into his hand, making him smirk.

"There you go, (Y/n). Just give in, I'll make you feel loved." That was the last thing he said to you. You stare up at your best friend with a smile, eyes glowing pink. You let out a small giggle that Arthur smirked at.

“(Y/n), (Y/n), Where are you!? (Y/N)!” Peter howled as he walked the streets of New York, people gave him weird looks but he didn’t care. Ever since you left that morning his Peter Tingle has been going crazy. He knew it had something to do with you. he shook his head as he tried not to think about what could have happened to you.

'Danger! Danger! Danger! Danger! Danger!'

He sighed before he saw a glance of your (H/c) leaving a shopping store and entering an ice cream shop.

"(Y/n)!" He ran inside the shop and looks around for you. It was until he saw you and Arthur sitting down on a booth. He started walking toward you two. As he did, his senses were screaming at him louder and louder.

'Danger! Danger! Danger! Danger! Danger!'

“(Y/n), where have you been!? I’ve been looking all over for you?” Peter scolded but froze when he saw you. You were holding onto Arthur's arm as you leaned into him. You looked up at Peter but showed no emotion what-so-ever. Usually, when you saw him you screamed a hello at him, no matter where you were, "(Y/n)?"

You looked at him a little bit more before looking at Arthur with a confused glance. Peter frowned as he looks at your appearance, You were more dresses up than usual and even wore a necklace he never saw before. When you looked back at him He noticed your eyes were blank, something he was no used to.

“Can I Help you, sir?” Arthur answered for you, something you hated. Peter frowned as you didn't look mad you actually looked relieved, he also wondered why Arthur was wearing sunglasses, inside a building.

“I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to (Y/n)!” Peter snapped taking a hold of your shoulder, shaking you a bit, “(Y/n), The Avengers are worried about you. You haven't been answering my text, you're worrying us.” You tilt your head in confusion at him.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been having the time of my life with Arthur.” You giggled as you laid your head on Arthur's head, making him smirk at Peter. Your voice sounded off as you ran your hands on his chest, “I just lost track of time.” Peter watched you with a frown, weren't you two together?

“What’s up with you?” Peter asks, hurt clear on his face. He really thought you two were together, yeah you never said you were but he kinda thought since, "This isn't like you." he shook his head.

"No idea what you're talking about." You didn't even look at him. Peter frowned as you waved your hand away, "We'll talk later, I'll be home later."

"How late?"

"Later." You finally looked at him and held a look that made him nod and walk away. He frowned as he thought before something confused him. Why were your eyes pink?

"No, she was acting so weird!" Peter ranted as he paced around the living room. He was calling Ned through F.R.I.D.A.Y no realizing the Avengers were also in the room, listening, "She wasn't even looking at me. I-I really thought..."

"Peter, maybe she's just cuddly with him. They were friends before you two were." Ned says softly, not wanting his friend to be hurt, "She never said you two broke up."

"We were never together. We just kissed and cuddled." Peter explained softly, falling into the couch and covering his eyes, "I just assumed we were together but I guess not."

"Ask her if she gets back." Ned suggested, "she said you'll talk when she gets back so talk."

"Okay..."

"Okay, I gotta go my mom's calling me. See you at school." Ned hung up leaving Peter sitting on the couch in pain. The Avengers all look at each other before going back to the case, but still listening in.

"I'm home." You called as you carried bags on clothes, flowers braided into your hair, "Hey..." You murmur as you try walking past him but Peter quickly walked in front of you cornering you.

"Can you move, please? I gotta get to my room." You smiled as you tried walking past him but Peter grabbed your wrist gently, making you stop and stare at him.

"(Y/n), we gotta talk," Peter says making you stare at him before shrugging and sitting down on the couch. Peter stares at you for a moment before sitting next to you.

"What do you want to talk about." You asked softly as you stare at him confused. Peter stared at you for a moment before sighing and deciding to just man up.

"What's going on with you and Arthur?" He questioned causing the Avengers to sit up and stare at you two unnoticed.

"What? You don't know?" You laughed slightly causing Peter to fear what you are going to tell him, "We're dating, it's official." You stood up and clapped excitedly, Peter's heart broke. The Avengers stare at you in shock before starting at each other.

"No... that can't be true," Peter spoke up making you turn to look at him confused, "(Y/n) you are not acting like yourself. You can tell me if something happened." You stare at him like he was crazy.

"Nothing going on! If anything, I feel better than ever!" You giggle as you sigh dreamily, "Arthur bought me this dress and others. But this one is my favorite so I wore it just for him, He loved it so much."

"Something is wrong!" Peter stood up and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you a bit.

"What do you mean? Nothing is wrong." You walked out of Peter grip and put your hand on your hips, you looks at him confused as he got angry, "Why are you so angry?"

“You just don’t kiss people for fun! You don’t kiss someone just to throw them away the next day and run away off to someone you didn’t talk to in 6 years.” Peter snapped as he stared at you you frowned as you stare at him confused.

"Peter, we never kissed." You started softly, making Peter's heartbreak even more, "I have no idea what you're talking about." Peter stared at you as you looked at him confused. His heart broke as you never called him Peter you only called him Pete.

“You're not making any sense!"

"I don't know what you tell you." You put a hand on your chest offended, "We never kissed, I don't want to make you upset but we're partners but that's all." The worst part of this was that you weren't yelling you were being sincere with him.

Peter frowned as he turned his back to you, he stared one last glance at You. He looked into your strangely blank eyes and he swore he saw that they were still pink instead of your normal eye color. Your face softens as you reach for him.

"Pete..." Your eyes glowed pink as your face hardens as you storm to your room. Peter sat on the couch and tried to calm himself down, the Avengers stared at him before Nat stands up.

"I'll talk to her."

"(Y/n)," Nat spoke firmly when she opened your door, You changed into your pajamas. Your shoulders tense before you slowly turned to face her with a blank face, "What was that?" She took steps toward you.

"Whatever are you talking about?" You gave her a look and she gave one right back at you. Nat studied your face for a moment, it was blank and your voice sounded flat.

...unusual.

"(Y/n), You know what I'm talking about. Don't try to lie to me, you know how I am." Nat frowned at you as you continue to stare at her, "You really hurt Peter, I don't know what's been going on but..."

"Pete?" You tilt your head in confusion as you stare at her. Your eyes glowed bright pink as you stared at her, Nat narrowed her eyes as she memorized the pink.

"Peter Parker, your teammate, ring a bell?" Your eyes move around the room as you think, you seem to be confused, "The teammate you just had a nasty fight with?" You move your head up, confused.

"Fight? I didn't have a fight recently..." You bite your finger as you think, "Come to think of it... I don't know an Peter Parker." Nat's eyes narrowed as she took a step toward you.

"Who's your best friend?"

"My best friend?" you chuckled, "My best friend is Arthur, well now he's my boyfriend. I've been waiting for ages for this." You gushed as you giggle lightly, Nat notes mentally that your eyes are glowing a brighter pink.

"How long have you been friends for?" Nat questioned, It sounds like your memories have been affected but she needed to know much more. If she was correct then you were in deep trouble.

"We've been friends since diapers. Gosh, I can't believe it's been like 8 years since we met!" you clapped as you jumped a bit, making Nat frown as she thinks.

8 years? Nat clearly remembers you saying you haven't seen him in 6 years. She looks up to see you tapping away at your phone, You looked up when you felt her eyes.

"Sorry, it's Arthur. We have a date tomorrow." You chuckle sheepishly as you rub the back of your neck. Nat glared at the phone for a moment before smiling.

"Don't worry, (N/n). Enjoy your date." And before you could say anything, Nat left. You watched your doorway, your eyes fading to your regular eye color before your phone went off, eyes returning pink.

"Hey, Baby..."

"Something is clearly wrong with (Y/n)," Nat explains as she sits down at the table. the others all looked up from their research, Sam, and Bucky explaining what they found.

"Nat, now's not really the right time..." Steve motioned toward Peter who was eating a buttload of cereal. Nat stared at Peter with a look of sympathy before looking at Steve

"She's next." which caused everyone to sit up straight.

"What do you mean she's next?" Steve asks causing Natasha to give him a look before sitting down and staring at the papers scattered around.

"Well, it seems that (Y/n) has never met a Peter Parker in her life." That caused Peter to look at her as she continued, "She claims her best friend of 8 years is that Arthur guy that she hasn't seen in 6 years. How long has she been acting like this?" She asked looking over at Peter who seemed to be thinking.

"Uhh since she left this morning." Nat looked at him thinking before grabbing a paper and inspecting it.

"And who was she with?"

"uh, I don't know this morning but when I found her she was with Arthur," Peter explained as he started to connect the dots. He could have slapped himself, how could he be so stupid!? He was support to Protect you!

"Has her eyes been different lately." She looked around the table as they thought about it.

"I haven' really looked at her eyes."

"How the fuck would I know?"

"...Sam."

"Yea," Peter started causing them to look at him, "I thought I was going crazy but I swear her eyes has been turning pink or something?" his shoulders sagged as his guilt started eating him up, "I didn't think about it."

"She's next." Natasha frowned as she glared at the papers from the Parents of the girls who were attacked, "It seems like this was one person doing. Anyone wanna guess who?"

"Arthur..." Peter practically growled making Sam and Steve stared at him, Nat nodded gravely as she puts the papers down on the table, "That sneaky son of..."

"Language!"

"Okay, I have a plan but we need Wanda." Peter looked at her confused, Wanda? yea he heard of her but how can she help them? Sam and Steve seem to understand what Natasha meant by that, "And we need it to happen soon."

"Anyone has a way to contact Wanda?" Natasha looks at the two males in front of her, Ignoring Peter's. Sam shrugged while Steve looked a little nervous, it was until they heard footsteps coming.

"What do you mean you have something special for me tomorrow?" Your voice rang through the halls, making them all snap their attention on you as you ignored them, "Aw, Arthur you shouldn't have! I can't wait!"

Peter frown deepens as he watched you closely, something special? His eyes widen as he realizes what that meant for you as you were oblivious to your fate.

"I wish I could do something for you." You paused listening to Arthur’s answer.

"How about a gala?" Nat spoke up making you look over at her confused, "Tony's having a gala tomorrow and I think that could be fun." You looked over at her before beaming.

"We're having a gala tomorrow?" Peter asks as he was completely ingored.

"You hear that babe!?" Babe? Peter wanted to throw up, "C'mon it could be fun and you could still show me your surprise." There was a pause before your frowned, "What no?...oka-" You were cut off as suddenly Natasha took your phone and held it to her ear.

"Hello, Arthur? Yes, it's Black Widow listen you are being invited to Tony Stark’s gala how could you not want to go?" Nat's face was blank as she listened to his response, "Romantic? You want it to be Romantic who do you think people go to galas? For fun? No, it's to be nice to their partner. If you don't go your missing a chance of a lifetime." There was a long pause before Natasha smirks, "Okay, Nice doing business with you."

"Thank you, Nat." You smile as you held onto your phone before placing it to your ear, "I can't wait! We need to plan what to wear..." your voice faded as you left for your room.

"....That sucked." Peter pouted as took another bite of his food. Nat looked serious as she looks at the group again.

"We need Wanda here by tomorrow. Tell Tony what's happening." Sam and Steve nodded as they both went in different directions. Peter watched them leave with a confused frown.

"Peter." Nat knelt to watch Peter, "We need you there tomorrow to help, and don't worry, We'll get (Y/n) back." Natasha patted his back before standing up and getting ready for a gala.

"This still sucks." Peter huffed crossing his arms as he watched you in your stunning dress walking with Arthur. Arthur smirked as you clung to his arm.

"I know Pete, I can't believe how weirdly dresses he is." Tony raised a brow before taking a sip of his drink. Nat rolled her eyes when she walked over with Wanda, who looked confused.

"I'm sorry what's going on?" she asked looking around the group, waiting for an answer. Peter made the mistake of looking back at you to see Arthur dipping your down in a dance he slammed his eyes shut.

"That case that we got assained, we know who it is and who's next," Natasha explains to Wanda before subtly motioning toward you and Arthur. Wanda looks over at you and Arthur with red eyes for a moment before her eyes widening, "What did you see?"

"We need to return her memories now." She explains before turning her back to Arthur and whispers, "He's close to ....finishing his mission."

"Which is?"

"When he controls the girls he can see how much love they have for him in their hearts." She starts, voice quiet and grim, "Once their heart is full of love for him he steals it and turns it into his own personal trophy. (Y/n)'s heart is to complete his collection." No one said anything for a good while.

"What!?" Peter yelled causing the others to shush him, "How the hell do you make a heart a trophy!?" He raised a hand to grip and pull at his hair, something he does when he's nervous.

"He finds a way." was Wanda's only response before Steve speaks up.

"So what can we do?" Wanda looks at Steve for a moment before turning to Peter and nudging him.

"I have an idea but I'll need your help, Peter." Wanda gives him a smile as Peter looks at her like she was crazy, which is a possibility.

"Why do you need my help?" Peter asked which made Wanda smile at him.

"You'll see."

"Hey um, (Y/n)?" You hear a voice say, you turn around slowly to see that boy standing there. What was his name again Pablo? Pedro? Patrick?, "Can we talk?" You tilted your head slightly in confusion.

"Um-"

"Can't you see we're dancing here?" Arthur cut you off and practically growling at the boy in front of you. He held your hands tightly and held them to his chest, you just stared at the boy, "She made her choice, you see? I don't even see why you try?" He chuckled darkly, "A boy like you could never make a girl like (Y/n) happy." the boy just frowned before shaking his head before pressing a hand to his ear.

That's when everything around you went dark, the boy...Preston? No not now! the boy and Arthur are both gone. You looked around to see a playground? That..that's not what you expected but you continued to look around.

You stopped when you saw a little girl, oh wait she was you. It was you when you were little, you were laughing and playing with a younger Arthur you smiled at no matter how much change you can always count on Arthur. You walked closer to hear the conversation that was happening.

"You're moving? Well..." You frowned, Arthur never moved away? She paused for a moment before smiling happily at Arthur, "That's okay, we'll...we'll have our mommy's talk. We would still be able to see each other!" You smiled as she held his hands and intertwined their fingers. Arthur looked at their fingers before shaking his head.

"I'm sorry (Y/n) but no, we can't talk." What? No, no this is when you convince him to stay or something because he never moved away. Maybe he moved for like a year but most he must have came back, "We can't talk when I'm away but I'll come back for you."

"Why can't we talk when you're gone?" she pouted as you watch closely Arthur stared at your younger self's face before smirking lightly and cupping your cheek.

"You're right, we should talk. Every Saturday we'll talk and it'll be like I never left." She smiled and hugged Arthur tightly as he hugged her back. You smiled to yourself, that's how you stayed in touch when he was apparently gone.

"It's all coming together." You nodded to yourself and went to walk off, find a way out of here. You stopped as you noticed something and stopped and watched with a frown.

It was you sitting on your mother's kitchen counter, the clock says 9:45 AM. You were sitting on the counter next to the kitchen phone, kicking your feet with a smile. You watched as the clock turned to 3:12 PM and you made a tiny portal and was barely able to jump through to the other side of the room before staring at the phone.

Suddenly It was nighttime and You were holding the phone to your ear pressing random numbers as the clock read 1:30 AM. Your younger self was crying before someone came in.

Your eyes widen as you stared at your mother in the doorway, you haven't seen her since...since...

"(Y/n)? What are you doing up still?" Your mother asks as she takes the phone away from you and where it belongs. You walked closer to her, you felt the need to see her again, hug her again.

"A-Arthur hasn't called me. He said he w-would call me every Saturday." Your younger self sniffled before your mother took her in her arms and hugging the life out of her, "I-I thought he wanted to-to see me again."

"oh, (Y/n), I'm so sorry." Your mother's voice dropped in a whisper, "I'm so sorry." You stood there not knowing one she was apologizing for.

The world moved around you to see you walking through school by yourself, friendless. You watched as you walked into school every day with no friends, people avoiding you and talking behind your back. You watched as your younger self would cry to herself alone, you watched as your life reached a low when you lost your mother. You watched yourself falling deeper until something happened one day.

"Watch out!" A voice called before you watched as your younger self jumped into someone. You walked closer to see it was...it was that boy from the party! well, he was younger but it was still him. Awe, he wore glasses and they looked huge on him.

"I am so sorry, I didn't see you there! I should have been watching where I was going it's my fault I am so sor-" The boy rambled before getting cut off by your laugh.

"No, no, it's fine. I wasn't watching either." You looked down to see your papers all over the place, you knelt down to pick them up and smiled when you saw the boy was doing the same thing. When you both got all the papers the boy handed you the papers and you held out your hand with a smile, "Hi, my name is (Y/n) (L/n)." The boy stared at your hand for a moment before shaking your hand with a shy smile.

"Peter Parker, n-nice to meet you." Your younger self smiled as you took a moment to drop his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Peter Parker. I feel like we'll be great friends." the people in front of you drifted away as you stood there in shock. Peter Parker, that was his name. Your eyes widen as a gasp left your lips.

"Peter Parker" You whisper to yourself as the memories all come back to you. Getting to know Peter, Befriending Ned and M.J, Meeting the Avengers, Becoming a family, Peter becoming Spider-man, falling in Love.

Pink faded to your normal eye color as your memories show all around you. You frowned as you realized Arthur wasn't your soulmate, he wasn't your friend, he was your enemy. When you thought of your soulmate it wasn't Arthur you were thinking about...

It was Peter.

You open your eyes to see you're back at the gala, you turn to see Peter staring at you with the Avengers around him. You turn and look at Arthur who was holding your waist. You looked at Arthur to see him staring at you like an object before looking back at Peter who was watching, waiting to see how you were. Staring at you with love in his eyes.

"Pete?" You whisper out as you felt tears in your eyes, "Peter!" You pushed Arthur away and ran over to Peter and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"(Y/n)!" Peter picked you up and spun you around while laughing before gently putting you down. Peter nuzzled his face in your neck and inhaling your scent, something he missed doing. He pulled away and stared at you in the eyes and holding your shoulders, "(Y/n), I-is it really you? Are you back?"

"I'm back, I'm me again Pete." You let out a wet laugh as Peter smiled and cupped your cheeks and presses a love to your lips. You smile into the kiss before kissing him back. You two pulled away when you need air, pressing your foreheads together.

"I missed doing that," Peter whispered so lowly only you could have heard. You gave him a smile and another peck on the lips before cupping his cheeks.

"Welcome back, lovebirds," Tony yelled before the group ran over and gave you the biggest hug you've ever had.

"You little shit, you scared us half to death!"

"If you do that again I will kill you slowly."

"I'm sorry to do that but it was the only way to get you back!"

"It's good to see you again, kid."

"We missed you so much!" You heard what they were saying even if they were overlapping. You let out some tears as you hugged them all tightly. You forgot how many people care about you, you swore you'll make sure you'll never forget that again.

"I know, I'm sorry I left." You moved your face to the monster himself, Arthur, "It won't happen again." and you detached yourself from the group to walk over to Arthur.

"What... just happened here?" Arthur looks around the group confusion showing in his eyes. You stood there with stone-cold gaze as you glare at him.

"Something you wouldn't know, true love." You lifted your chin and narrow your eyes at him as he watched you with shock all over his face. He stared before chuckling to himself making you glower.

"You think that's true love? Only I know what true love is and I gave that to you." He walked closer to you, trying to make you stand down but you won't, "And you threw that all away. You'll never know what true love feels like."

"No, what you gave me wasn't true love. Even if it was..." You gripped the necklace that he gave you days ago, "Your love stinks." You ripped it off your neck and threw it to the ground. You start walking toward him as he slowly backs away.

"You think I'll let you catch me, No one would even suspect me." He smirks making you smirk as you motion to the people behind you.

"Yeah, no one, No one except for The Avengers." You smirk as you snapped your fingers, "I think we found our criminal. Take him away."

"With pleasure," Natasha smirks and walks toward Arthur before handcuffing him and taking him away, Steve following suit. You only relax as Arthur leaves the room. You turn around to see Peter walking toward you.

"Hey." You smiled at him, memories of you two when you were little flash around you.

"Hi." Peter smiled shyly at you before taking your hand and planting a small kiss on it. You let out a laugh before you wrap your arm around Peter's shoulder.

"You saved me." You whispered quietly and for a moment you thought he didn't hear you. You let out a long breathe before giving your hairline a sweet kiss and looking in your eyes.

"I'll always protect you." You give him a smile before cuddling into Peter's side. You both looked at each other with content smiles.

#peter parker #peter parker x avenger!reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #spiderman #spiderman masterlist #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #spiderman fluff #spiderman angst

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babymetaldoll · 3 years

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I always wanted a brother (Spencer Reid)

Prompt: Long lost family knocks on his door at two in the morning.

Genre: Maybe a little bit of angst

Word count: 1,4K

Summary: A kid shows up at Spencer’s door in the middle of the night, alleging he is the doctor’s younger brother.

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It was two in the morning when a nonstop knocking on the door forced Spencer to wake up, grab his gun from the night table and scratch his eyes and hair, not getting what was going on.

Maybe the gun wasn’t really necessary, and a little overreacted, but after eight years in the BAU, he couldn’t help it.

He walked slowly to the door, trying his best not to make a sound, and looked through the peephole, but he couldn’t recognize the person outside. It looked like a teenager. But he could be wrong.

- Hello?- his question was hesitant, and his voice shook a little at the end.

- I’m sorry to bother you in the middle of the night, but… I’m looking for Dr. Spencer Reid

- Who are you?

- I’m Steven Reid… his brother.

Spencer didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move for a few long seconds, and his heart felt like it was about to come out of his chest. A brother? no, no way on earth. That was an unsub trying to get into his house and kidnap him or kill him. Probably both.

- My father is William Reid… he doesn’t know I’m here… can I come in?- Spencer couldn’t think straight. He had too many questions, and the only way to get any answer was letting that stranger in.

Everything told him not to do it. So he did it anyway because… that’s how Spencer rolls sometimes.

- I promise, I’m not crazy... or a psycho… I’ve got my birth certificate to prove I’m your brother- Steven whispered as soon as the doctor opened the door and took a step back. The young man handed him the paper as he walked in and stood in front of the man he alleged was his brother. He was a kid, probably around fifteen years old. He couldn’t see much of his father in him, though his eyes and features could be slightly similar.

- Hi… I’m Spencer Reid- that was all he could say, and waved at the kid.

- Hi- that was all the reply he got, and the two of them stood in awkward silence for a minute.

- Do… what… why are you here at two in the morning?

- I just got here… I took a flight from Las Vegas and I didn’t know where to stay until tomorrow, so I thought “What the hell?”- the kid shrugged and smiled, he was so nervous he didn’t know how to act- I have to go back home tomorrow anyway, so it was now or never

- Does anyone know you are here?- Steven shook his head and bit his lips, embarrassed, staring at his shoes. Reid was now afraid that kid was in trouble or running away from something or someone dangerous.

- I told mom I was staying with a friend tonight… that I was coming home tomorrow after school- Reid nodded and sighed. The boy seemed harmless, and he was being honest, his body language gave him away.

- Do you want coffee?- after he asked, Spencer thought maybe hot chocolate was more suitable for a kid his age, then again, he had no idea what Steven liked. How could he? He had no idea of his existence until two minutes ago.

- Thank you

The two young men sat at the kitchen’s island. One held a coffee cup and the other took a bite of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

- Dad talks about you all the time, that’s why I wanted to come and meet you- Steven broke the silence and took a sip of his soda- He goes on and on about your job at the FBI and how many PhDs you’ve gotten…- he kid trailed off, and Spencer had a feeling of where that mind was going. It probably wasn’t a good place.

- I bet he is proud of you too- his voice was so soft, Steven looked at him surprised.

Somehow the kid was afraid of him, he was intimidating. He was his older brother, the one he had heard so much about, the one he always wanted to meet. William had, in fact, talked about Spencer to his younger boy, trying to inspire and motivate him to do bigger things and encourage him to be better.

And somehow, he had. Instead of growing up hating his older brother, the kid his dad was so proud of, Steven just wanted to meet him and ask him a thousand questions. William created an image of Red in the kid’s mind that made him look like the perfect role model. Spencer had to have the answers to all his questions. And that kid had a lot of questions… just like his older brother had.

- Is he a good dad?- Reid’s voice was a whisper, and it was filled with fear and insecurity. He could imagine his father being there for this unknown kid his whole life. Dropping him off to school in the morning, teaching him to ride his bike, cheering his football games… maybe he could even actually teach that kid how to shave, all the things he dreamt to share with his dad, and that he never had the chance to experience.

- I guess, I don’t really spend much time with him… just every few weekends

- Why?- Spencer frowned and stared at the kid, who was notoriously uncomfortable with the question.

- He doesn’t get along with mom… they really never had a relationship, just a one-night stand kind of thing- Steven looked at his food and made a long pause- I’ve always felt he doesn’t really want to be my dad, but got stuck with me anyway

- Don’t worry, he hasn’t been the best dad with me either, I bet he has been way better with you- the kid smiled at Reid’s words and sighed.

- Well, he tries… I guess

Spencer stared at the kid for a few seconds, trying to make sense of what was going on. His father had another kid with some random woman, and that kid had traveled on his own from Las Vegas just because he wanted to meet him.

- Why did you want to meet me?- he had to ask, ‘cos it didn’t make sense. The kid blushed and looked down at his hands. Spencer gave him some time to collect his thoughts, sipped his coffee, and looked at his birth certificate. It was real. He could also ask Garcia to track him down just to make sure, but he didn’t want to share what was going on with anyone.

- I… wanted to…- Steven wasn’t sure what to answer at that, it was embarrassing to be honest, though he knew he had no other way out. He was there for a reason, and whether it was good or not, he had to say it.

- I just wanted to know if you want to be my older brother- Steven was so embarrassed he couldn’t even look at Reid straight to the eyes. He felt so stupid asking. And worst than anything else: he was so scared he was gonna be rejected.

Spencer didn’t know what to answer at that. He didn’t even know if what was going on was real. Did his mom know his father had another kid? if she didn’t, he was never gonna tell her. And he wasn’t going to ask his father either.

Steven bit his lips scared and uncomfortable. He knew being rejected was a chance, but he wasn’t prepared for it. Who could be prepared for that anyway? he knew his older brother was a genius and the chances he wanted to meet him and be part of his life were low. Who would want to be related to him anyway?

- You know, when I was your age all I wanted was an older brother- Spencer whispered and chuckled- I was a fifteen years old kid in college, and believe me, none of the undergrads was happy to have me around- he shook his head narrowed his eyes, ‘cos no all the memories that were coming back were good.

- I’m a fourteen kid who’s only hobby is playing chess- Steven said and chuckled- I’m not a genius, but I get what’s like to be picked for being a nerd- Reid’s eyes shone at those words

- We should play sometime

- We could play now… I have to go back home in a few hours…

- Don’t you think you should sleep at least for a while?

- No… I don’t usually get that much sleep anyway- Spencer tried not to laugh at those words

- I understand… let’s play some chess then… I always wanted to have a little brother to play with, after all.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfic #this is real random #criminal minds fanfiction #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid fanfiction #xreader #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #mathew gray gubler fanfiction #matthew gray gubler x reader #babymetaldoll writes

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manndo · 3 years

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good news all around [ben hardy x reader]

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pairing[s]: ben hardy x reader

warning[s]: pregnancy (not sure if that’s a warning, but i am putting it out there just in case)

word count: 1.4k

prompt[s]: “well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day” from this list.

summary: ben’s has come home and told you some big news. well, you have even bigger news for him.

author’s notes: alright, so wow. i haven’t posted a fic in well, in forever. this one has been waiting in my drafts to get edited, which i have now finally gotten around to. so yea, here we go! i do not know the process that is involved in how actors get gigs, when they can read a whole script, etc. so, i apologize for any errors in that department. also, in this fic, the reader and ben have been together since before Bohemian Rhapsody. this is my first ben hardy fic. crossing my fingers that you guys like it. if you do, comments/reblogs/likes are greatly appreciated. thanks for reading. all mistakes are my own. sending you all my love during this time!! ❤️

“Babe?”

“Bedroom!” You yelled back, smiling to yourself as stood in the doorway of your ensuite, eyes staring down at the two tests in your hand. Two pink lines. Positive. Pregnant. You couldn’t help the excitement that was flooding your veins, and settling into your bones.

You and Ben had been trying (as in “going at it practically every night — and day — the two of you could spare” trying) for almost eight months. You’d already taken 2 tests, with no positive in sight. So, though you hoped that this test wouldn’t be negative, you braced yourself the possibility. But this time, it was different. This time, after you’d taken the test and waited the allotted time, there were two lines. Two lines. Pregnant. Immediately, you took the second test you’d bought (just in case), and got the same result — positive. You were finally pregnant.

“Babe?” You quickly tossed the test on the counter next to the other one and stepped out of the ensuite to find a frazzled looking Ben standing in the doorway of your bedroom. There was a grin a mile wide on his face, and his hair, which was always perfectly styled when he left the house, was in disarray. His blue eyes were sparkling with glee, and you could practically feel him buzzing with excitement across the room. For a split second, you wondered if he somehow knew your news, but that was ridiculous. There was no way Ben could know.

“Ben, what’s going—”

“I got it.” You furrowed your brows in confusion. “I got the gig!”

It took another second before you finally realized what he was taking about. “You mean—”

You didn’t think Ben’s grin could get bigger or brighter, but some how it did. “Yep, that’s the one!”

The one — the World War II film that was to be directed by Steven Spielberg. Ben had been talking about it for what seemed like forever. He had spent hours pouring over the script once he’d gotten it, practically memorized it — even the parts that weren’t his — backwards and forwards. Though, Ben always enjoyed the roles he had gotten, you hadn’t seen him this jazzed about a project since Bohemian Rhapsody. Hell, he wanted this so bad that you could almost taste it, so to speak. And now, he’d gotten it. He’d gotten it.

You felt your face light up in joy for the second time in the last twenty minutes. “You got it?”

Ben nodded so rapidly you thought he was gonna break his neck. “Got the call right before I pulled in. Can you believe it?” he said, laughter escaping his lips.

“Of course I can!” you exclaimed and bolted toward him, engulfing him in your arms the moment you were close enough, and burying your face in his broad chest. You felt and heard a small chuckle escape his lips as his arm encircled your waist and squeezed, holding you almost as tight as you were holding him. You squeezed a little more. “You’re amazing, Ben,” you said, voice slightly muffled by his chest. You pulled away, and looked at Ben, both of you still smiling. “You worked so hard for this, babe. I’m just—” you stopped. You released your hold on Ben’s midsection, only to reach out and grab his face with both hands. “God, I’m just so fucking proud of you,” you said before easing yourself up on your tip toes and capture Ben’s lips in a searing kiss. Ben easily returned the kiss. For a few moments, you were lost in each other, before finally, you pulled away, and lowered yourself to your original height. You flashed him a wicked grin. “Well, that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

Ben’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Second biggest?” You nodded, letting your hands fall from Ben’s face to his chest. You gave him a gently push and tried to step away. You didn’t get far, but Ben seemed to get the hint and unwrapped his arms from around your waist. “What are you talking about?”

You said nothing, just continued to grin as you took two steps away from him. Ben mirrored your movement, moving forward two steps. “Love, what are you—”

“Just—” you started, but stopped. Instead, you held up held up a finger, signaling for him to give you a minute as you took another step back. Ben said nothing. Immediately, you turned on your heel, and made a beeline toward the bathroom. You blindly grabbed for one of the tests, and whipped it behind your back before stepping back into the bedroom. Ben still looked adorably confused as you came to stand a foot away from him.

“Babe—”

You brandished the test from behind your back and held it in front of him. Ben’s eyes moved from your face to the test. You watched, still grinning like a fool, as his eyes focused on the test. A few seconds ticked by before his blue eyes widened. A look of shock and awe appeared on his face, before his eyes focused back on you.

“You’re—”

You nodded your head rapidly, your eyes never leaving Ben’s. “We’re gonna have a baby,” you said, excitement laced through every word.

Ben grinned. “We’re gonna have baby!” There was a momentary pause before you were engulfed in his strong arms and hoisted off the ground.

“Benjamin!” you squealed in surprise, test clattering to the floor as you quickly grabbed on to his shoulders. Ben said nothing, spinning you around instead as he laughed. You couldn’t help but laugh with him as he spun you not once, but twice, before coming to a halt. Yours and Ben’s laughter had died down, but as you looked down at Ben, you could see the unbridled joy in his bright blue eyes. You could even see them shimmering with unshed tears. You felt tears of your own prickling at the back of your eyes.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” he repeated, his voice soft, but still filled with awe.

You nodded. Gently, Ben set you down, and unwrapped his arms from around your waist, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he stepped closer, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. A happy little sigh escaped Ben’s lips as his eyes fell closed. You followed suit. “I’m gonna be a dad,” he said, barely above a whisper. “And you’re gonna be a mum.” A pause. “We’re gonna be parents.”

You felt yourself smiling. “I like the sound of that,” you said, your voice equally as quiet.

Another moment of silence passed.

“Shit,” Ben cursed, breaking you out of the moment. Your eyes flew open as Ben pulled away from you. You could see panic in his eyes, and you wondered, was he already regretting this? The two of you had planned, and agreed, but was he already changing his tune? Your heart plummeted into your stomach.

“Ben—”

“What about the gig? It starts in a two months, and we’re gonna be shooting for at least three months—”

You felt a relief was over you, your worst fear being vanquished. “Ben,” you said softly, reaching out and laying a hand on his chest, over his heart. His blue eyes looked at you, still a little too wild for your taste. “Ben, sweetheart,” you said again, trying to pull his full attention to you as you rested one hand on his cheek. “We’ll figure it out.”

“But I—”

“We’ll figure it out,” you repeated softly, but sternly, determined. “We have some time to figure it, and we will. Let’s just, enjoy the moment, alright?”

“What if I miss something. What if I’m not there—”

“Benjamin Jones.” You put your hands on your hips and gave him a hard stare. “If you don’t stop talking right this second, I will throw you out of this house. Pregnant or not, I will do it.”

Ben opened his mouth. “I—”

You raised an eyebrow, your eyes daring him to keep going. There was a brief pause, Ben’s mouth hanging open, before he slowly let it close. You smiled triumphantly, and let your hands fall from your hips. “Good. Now that that’s settled.” A sly smile appeared on you lips. “Let’s go and clean that spare bedroom, shall we?”

“The spare bedroom?”

“Well, we need a nursery, don’t we?” You asked, as if it should be obvious, and turned on your heel.

“That place is a mess, love!”

“I know,” you replied back, your voice a little higher pitched, a little sing-song even.

“Babe!” Silence. “You said we had time!”

#ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #ben hardy imagine #bohemian rhapsody imagine #borhap cast imagine #my writing

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fallen-stars-au · 3 years

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Can’t Go Back

((Hey, I’m finally back!! I’m sorry for the wait- life is absolute chaos right now. I’m trying to work on things when I’m able to, though, and here we can finally pick back up from where we left off!! Thank you all so much for your patience. Love, Andi))

Steven is finally home, but... well, he shouldn't be for very long.

Right?

He has Diamond duties and is sure to be so behind on paperwork- plus the Diamonds are sure to be furious about what happened.

So he should get on back to Homeworld as quick as he can... right?

(Continue reading on Ao3 or below.)

Prev | First | Next (TBC)

He was floating.

Or… was he?

It was hard to tell. He was definitely in the sky—the fresh air arguing with his messy curls in cool gusts of wind. So he had to be floating, surrounded by the violets of sunset that were steadily turning darker as he continued to move through it.

He went up higher, surprised at the lack of clouds as the space around him turned to pitch black night with just the pinpricks of stars living so very far away to light the area. He was going too high… but it was so peaceful. And it had been so long since he’d been able to float with so little effort.

A bright movement to his left caught in his peripherals, and he sharply turned to look. Two new, larger dots had appeared from nowhere and seemed to be moving. Shooting stars? Oh, that had to be beautiful from the ground especially. But they seemed a little too close to Earth for comfort. Maybe he should check for any expected showers and any possible dangers of them because these two really were rather close.

Unless they weren’t actually stars? They did seem to be getting bigger quickly. And instead of all the different colors of fire, they were just pure white.

He glanced down towards the Earth for a moment… but as he did a full, slow spin, there was no Earth to be seen. There was nothing but stars that suddenly all felt too… flat. Too white. He fumbled to turn himself back around towards the mysterious white dots and just as he got there, his arms were suddenly pinned to his sides and something took an iron grasp on him.

Blindingly white fingers cuffed their way around his whole body as two deadly talons buried their way into his skin, and in no more seconds, he was ripped into two…

And then he was falling. Earth came rushing back into view as he dropped like a rock towards it. There was nothing he could do—there was no stopping this—he couldn’t float, he couldn’t fly, no one to come help him—just hard ground racing towards him.

He couldn’t even brace for impact because there was no bracing for this—

Steven shot upright, panting hard as he lit up his lofted bedroom with vibrant pink. After a moment of flailing around somewhat in panic, it pretty quickly set in that his house completely silent and empty with only the waves crashing on the shore outside to keep him company.

He was fine. He was safe. It was just another nightmare. Just another bad dream—he dealt with those all night, every night by now. What was one more?

But after a few slow moments, reality started to settle in a tad more. He was… he was home. He was actually home. He wasn’t— He wasn’t on Homeworld. He wasn’t in the tower anymore.

It took a few minutes for that fact to process and for Steven to comb through his recent memories to figure out how that had happened. After being trapped in there alone for however long he had been—he remembered the count was somewhere over two weeks—not very much had even registered in his mind anymore.

He’d been in the tower… and then suddenly there was light. And then he was being moved—being carried. He had some vague memories of being taken care of by Lapis and Peridot and Pearl, but mostly he could just remember his dreams from however long he’d been sleeping for. None of which had been particularly good, but he’d decidedly had worse as well.

After a few slow minutes, Steven pushed off his blanket and slowly hauled himself up out of his bed—heading straight over towards his dresser. However he’d gotten out of the tower, he knew it hadn’t been the full time the Diamonds had intended to keep him in there for. So while there was no way in the universe he was willingly going back into that tower to please them, there was surely some damage control that needed to be done.

The glow of his skin faded out as he searched his drawer—settling on one of the easy, plain white shirts he’d begun wearing a couple years prior (it was a lot easier to replace them when he accidentally ripped through them- an occurrence which was thankfully much less often now as he’d learned to suppress the swelling issues) and a pair of jeans. His usual attire, but it was comfortable and easy. He grabbed a pair of socks as his eyes adjusted to just the moonlight streaming through his windows and headed for the stairs.

As Steven made it down the first two steps, he froze at a familiar sound he hadn’t heard in a very long time.

The house lit up a light blue for a moment as Pearl emerged from the Temple. Pearl-Pearl. Not the rejuvenated, overly-annoying version of Pearl he’d grown used to and tired of—even if she’d been poofed, she would never wear the outfit she had on now. She noticed him quickly, and Steven was stunned still again as she spoke up.

“Steven! I’m so glad you’re finally awake—we’ve been so worried. Lapis and Peridot went over to Greg’s to check on Garnet and Amethyst. I’ll have to call and let them know you’re up.” Steven couldn’t help as tears of… relief? Joy? Probably some combination of the two? that started to well in the corners of his eyes. Pearl was back.

A long moment of silence stretched as he processed the information, but he couldn’t help notice as Pearl’s expression changed from relief to confusion and slight concern.

“Steven… Where are you going? We picked up some of your favorites to eat when we brought you home, and the shops are all closed this late.”

That sobered Steven up. Was he still overjoyed to see and hear Pearl talk and look like herself? Of course. But… well… that meant she wouldn’t be happy with his answer either.

“I was just… going to figure out how mad they are.” As the confusion visibly turned to disapproval, Steven was quick to try and explain. “You know how they get when they’re mad—especially White, and she’s the one who made me go there and I don’t want…” The tears were coming back again quickly as his voice faltered. All the horrific possibilities of what White could do if she tried. All the things she had done in anger already… He couldn’t risk it.

Pearl’s approach was steady, but her expression was stern. Her own worries crept into her voice as she stopped at the bottom of the stairs, but her tone was still firm. “Steven, you need to rest. You were locked in there for far too long without sunlight and without actual Earth food.” She was growing angrier now, but Steven knew it wasn’t at him. “Forget what they want. If they insist on treating you like this then they frankly don’t deserve to spend any time with you at all. And if they want to start the war again over what we did, I’ll have more than a piece of my mind to give them.”

It was too much. The relief and the joy of the version of Pearl he knew best and the only one he considered his family finally coming back, the swell of love he felt from just how much she genuinely cared about him (over the stupid worshipping he��d suffered through over the past year), the guttural fear and anxiety of the Diamonds and their reactions, the stress of not knowing how much work had surely piled up for him or what had gone wrong in his absence, and the deep resentment towards… well, towards all of Homeworld…

The tears finally spilled over, and he practically jumped over the remaining few stairs. It took Pearl a stunned moment before she wrapped her arms back around Steven in return, but once they were there, she didn’t let go of him for hours as he cried—finally letting out so much he’d been piling up on himself without the gems, without his family, there to support him.

He’d have to return to Homeworld at some point. Likely rather soon as well—if he didn’t go to them, they’d send someone for him eventually.

But for now… Pearl was right. And he’d admit as much to her a thousand times and bear all the gloating such an admission brought as long as it meant she was back to her overbearing, fearless, rebellious, strict, motherly self.

#steven universe #steven universe future #fallen stars au #su #su au #suf #steven universe au #suf au #steven universe future au #fs fics #pearl #su pearl #pearl su

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sylvie-writes · 4 years

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In the Apple Fields.

Summary: You and Steve go on a double date with Bucky and his girlfriend, Ruth, to go apple picking in Saratoga.

Disclaimer: I know nothing about the 30’s/40’s so plz pardon the lack of detail in my writing and anything that is incorrect, I am trying to expand my writing field.

It was kind of hard for me to write this for whatever reason, so it didn’t go as exactly planned, I hope you still enjoy it though!

Warnings: none. besides my dumb-ass apple puns at the end (it was just so a-peeling) I’m done I swear.

As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.

Part of my Fall Writing!

“Hey doll! Ya ready for today?”

You excitedly gripped the bright red telephone against your face, your cheeks heating up and a large grin on your lips. In the kitchen, your mother looked back from the stove, to see your childlike giddiness, a smile forming on her own face.

When you were three, your mother and father moved to Brooklyn from Philadelphia, a better job presenting itself to your family. As soon as you moved in, two little boys, a few years older, came up to greet you and your family, the three of you soon clicking. Days later, you came to know them as Bucky and Steve. Your parents were all very close, a tight knit circle soon forming.

And now 21 years later, you all were still just as close.

When Steve’s mother had passed, it was hard on everyone. Mrs. Rogers had the best personality, she was like a second mother to you.

When the news arrived that she had passed, Bucky had tried to get Steve to come over and live with them, the stubborn man refusing. Your undeniable love for him made you do just the same. Relentlessly, you’d bother him, bringing him muffins, taking him for lunch, yet not once did he ever budge.

It was scary to think of Steve ever being homeless or not having any food, for his mother worked hard to make sure that it didn’t happen.

Steve and Bucky were two years older than you, and at the age of five you started developing a crush on the little blonde. Sure, he might’ve been smaller than other boys, but you loved him regardless.

It always crushed you to see Steve getting rejected or teased for the way he looked. In your eyes, he was just as perfect as any other man. As you guys became older, and dating became more prominent, you made sure to be there for Steve. He already had a spot reserved in your heart, if only he knew then. Bucky would try and set Steve up with other girls, but the second they rejected him, the blonde would sit on the sidelines, moping, until you’d find him and spend the whole night with him.

Eventually, Bucky caught on and you even truthfully confessed your feelings, making the man pinky promise on not telling Steve.

Weeks passed until Bucky was finally over the two of you dancing around each other.

“C’mon punk! She’s totally into you!”

“You’ve lost your mind Buck.”

Steve just shook his head and solemnly picked at the french fry basket in front of him. You were out shopping with some old friends from high school, when Bucky knew that now was the time to prep Steve.

“Why would I lie about this? She told me! I even made a pinky promise on it.”

Now Steve was full on laughing not realizing Bucky was being dead serious. When his laughter stopped, he saw Bucky’s unamused expression.

“Wait, you’re being serious?”

“No shit, Sherlock. (y/n) loves you and you need to man up and ask her out, ya idiot.”

“Well, if you are being serious, how would I go about asking out (y/n)?”

“I’m glad you asked…”

And this is the part where Bucky pulls out a 20 slide presentation titled How To Ask Out A Woman.

That morning Bucky had stopped to invite you for lunch later with them, but you politely rejected, for you had a day planned out with some other friends. When you told Bucky he seemed almost ecstatic which honestly kinda confused you.

Later that day, you’d find out.

To be more specific, you’d be sitting on the couch, the doorbell ringing. Opening the door, you’d find a well dressed Steve, red roses in one hand, while the other anxiously swiped at his dangling hair. Soon after he’d hand you the roses, his meek voice would speak something along the lines of “Will you go on a date with me?”

(Sorry about the weird switch of verb tenses)

And of course you were over the moon! Happily, you rushed the man in and kissed him deeply, his cheeks turning crimson red causing you to giggle. The poor thing was so nervous, you were afraid he was gonna have an asthma attack from just asking you out.

Now here you were, a year later. Happy with Steve, enjoying every date.

“I’m so excited Steve!”

You could hear the man’s laughter over the phone, your smiling only growing bigger.

This was your first road trip in New York and you were delighted. Last week, you had even invested in some brown leather loafers for the trip, taking on many extra shifts at the library earned you those shoes and you’d treat them like gold from here on out.

“I couldn’t tell, pumpkin. Bucky and I are gonna go get the car from his cousin’s, then you and Ruth.”

His small sarcastic quip made you giggle some more as you bid him goodbye.

“Okay, I’ll see you then, darlin.”

“See you soon, angel!”

Oh! And that’s another thing.

Since Steve has been dating you, your parents, Bucky, even Bucky’s parents noticed he has a new found sense of confidence.

Hanging up the phone, you sighed in bliss, picturing the lovely moments to come. Unfortunately your daydream was interrupted as your mother moved from the kitchen, folding her apron on the chair beside you.

“You don’t want to be late, now do you, dear?”

With that your mother pulled you away and into the bathroom, grabbing a comb, a red bandana, and some hairspray to pin up your hair.

To match the hairstyle; navy overalls, a red and white striped shirt underneath, and you were soon prepared for the buggy and muddy fields of the apple orchard.

An hour later, Steve showed up at your doorstep, holding a hand out for your own. You hugged your parents goodbye and looped your arm in Steve’s.

The man planted a kiss on your cheek, his arm falling to wrap around your waist, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Hiya sugar! How are you?”

You both slowly walked in sync down the apartment stairs.

“I’m better now that you’re here, honey!”

Turning your head, you threw a small wink his way.

Steve, ever the gentleman, took your small duffel bag and threw it into the trunk of the convertible as you went to the driver’s seat.

Kissing Bucky’s cheek, the man then pulled you in for a hug, disregarding the door separating you two.

“Hey doll-face! Excited for the trip I see?”

You nodded your face and quickly went to the passengers seat.

Ruth sweetly smiled at you, getting out of the car and embracing you in a hug.

Out of all of Bucky’s girlfriends, Ruth was by far the sweetest one, the two of you quickly clicking.

“Hiiiii (y/n)!!”

“Hey Ruth!”

“You look absolutely adorable, girly!”

Looking down at your clothes you smiled and returned the compliment to Ruth, taking in her own outfit. A pair of high waisted denim trousers, a white puff sleeve blouse, black loafers, and her strawberry blonde hair tied in a low ponytail.

The two of you continued to make small conversation, awaiting Steve’s return, who then showed up not too long after.

Ruth pulled down the passenger seat, allowing you and Steve to crawl into the back. With the sun out, and a small breeze, it was the perfect time for the convertible’s top to be off, after all, it was a three hour drive to Saratoga.

The three hours passed quickly as you took in the scenery, Bucky making jokes, and you and Ruth singing along to the radio.

Just as you were fifteen minutes away from the orchard, Steve picked up your hand and kissed it, a way to get your attention. You had been so caught up in helping navigate, and just goofing around, that you hadn’t even noticed what Steve had been doing the whole time. Your head immediately turned towards him at the affectionate gesture, a smile spreading on your lips as Steve showed you his sketchbook.

On the page, a beautifully sketched woman matching your attire, leaning against the car door, her hair slightly blowing in the wind although it was in an updo as yours. Soon your eyes traveled up to the woman’s face, a bright beam plastered on her lips as she was mid laugh, soon your eyes met hers and you came to realize that it was you.

At the bottom Steve penned his name and a sweet note.

For you my love. -Steven Rogers

“Oh Stevie! It’s beautiful!

Carefully, you set aside the picture and flung your arms around his neck, leaving the man chuckling but soon holding you close.

“All right kids, simmer down, we’re here now.”

You pulled back from the hug and shot Bucky a glare in the rearview mirror, to which he stuck his tongue out at you.

As soon as Ruth stood up from her seat in the car, Steve scrambled to get out and around to your side, flinging open the driver door. You giggled at his chivalry and put your hand in his outstretched one.

The four of you walked through the gravel parking lot, careful not to get rocks in your loafers.

The woman at the gate politely greeted you all and handed each of you a burlap sack, explaining that the apples are priced by the pound.

You and Ruth soon interlocked arms and bounded off into the orchard, leaving Bucky and Steve behind who kindly waved you both off.

“I’m not gonna say I told you so, but… I told you so.”

Steve slapped Bucky’s arm that was wrapped on his shoulder.

“Oh shut up will ya, Buck?”

Bucky removed his hand in surrender before heading off to go find you and Ruth, Steve following suit.

Upon discovering you intermingled with the trees, Steve couldn't take his eyes off the sight in front of him. You and Ruth were happily picking the cortland apples for cider tonight, laughing about something you had just said, while playfully throwing apples to each other’s sacks.

In Steve’s mind, no picture could ever justify how beautiful and mesmerizing your smile was. He could just stare at you all day, a smile cemented onto his lips, and to say, that's exactly what happened.

The whole day as you all picked apples, and ran up and down the orchard, Steve was just grinned the entire time, adoring your every movement.

Later, many apples in the burlap sacks, Bucky and Ruth ahead, you looped your arms in Steve’s

You just smiled, taking in the picturesque sunset behind the trees of the orchard. Out of the blue, it hit you that you were in love with this man, and it was about time he knew.

“I love you, Stevie.”

You turned from the sunset to kiss his cheek, the man freezing up and you were about to apologize for overstepping when he opened his mouth for a deep breath.

“I love you too, (y/n).”

The two of you then smiled like lovesick idiots before sealing the deal with a kiss, Bucky’s whistle and cheers ruining the moment.

“I’m gonna kill you, Barnes.”

Bucky just shrugged, turning back to the produce stand. The man beside you let out a small laugh at the goofy banter before gaining a surge of confidence pulling you into a kiss once more. Your eyebrows raised in surprise, soon laying back down as you smiled into the kiss.

“C’mon guys, save it for the hotel!”

Pulling away, you picked up the sack of apples, going to the scale. Steve then offered to pay even after your relentless arguing about it.

The burlap sack over your shoulder, you and Steve quickly caught up with Ruth and Bucky who were already close to the car.

What better way to end a fun day with one of Steve’s terrible puns?

Ruth was locked into Bucky’s side, you doing the same with Steve, when the man beside you dug around in his pocket, an apple now in his hand.

Lifting the apple to his eye, the blonde spoke up.

“I’d say (y/n) is the apple of my eye!”

Cue the playful groans from you, giggles from Ruth and the “atta boy” from Bucky.

“Okay! Okay! Lemme just say that I’d like to apple-ogize for the pun…”

You couldn’t have picked a better boyfriend.

As they say, don’t judge an apple by its peel, and always look on the brighter cider of life.

I promise you will never see a pun from me again.

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