#u had one job Steven

[heavcnslyre]

chapter five — j.f. ( masterlist )

IT’S TIME TO GO.

“or that moment again,

he’s insisting that friends look at each other like that.”

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you sit at the house all day, laying in bed and waiting for the hangover to pass. belly went with laurel and susannah to shop for debutante dresses, steven and jeremiah were working, and you had no idea where conrad went, so you had the house to yourself. the next few days passed in a similar blur, where belly prepared for her debutante ball and hung out with a guy who jeremiah called ‘cam cameron’, who you found out later that she had met at the bonfire.

one particular day, you were sitting on the couch, re-reading your favorite book for probably the thousandth time. jeremiah had gone to work early that morning, but he had come to your room and said goodbye to you before he left. he had done that a lot recently, ever since the bonfire. you wondered if part of him just felt bad for you, but you didn’t mind even if that was the case. it felt good to have someone checking up on you. especially him.

laurel and susannah were devastated for you when you finally told them the news about peter and cassie the night after it happened. laurel was immediately on her feet, absolutely pissed, mumbling about how much she— and you— had done for cassie and how much of a backstabbing bitch she was. susannah had gathered you in her arms, holding you tight. she reassured you that you would do much better someday and while friends and lovers come and go, family is forever, and she reminded you that you were surrounded by your family now and to cherish that. that night, you couldn’t sleep, so you snuck into laurel’s room and asked her to move over so you could stay with her, just like you did when you were a kid. she was happy to have you there with her. after that night, and the continued support you got from everyone, you really were feeling much better. the reality did kick in, though, and you began to be very bored during the days while everyone was living their lives. you had spent so much time worrying about peter that you forgot about your real life. you considered getting a job. you decided that was a future you problem. for now, you were going to read and chill on the beach. maybe next week you’ll find a job.

as you’re lost in your book, your trance is broken by a loud crack of thunder outside. it was so sudden that it made you physically jump from your position spread out on the couch to completely sitting upright. you look outside and your eyes widen. the sky was so intensely dark that you wondered how you didn’t notice the lighting in the entire house dim. a few moments later, the rain begins to pour down, falling in literal sheets. you didn’t start to panic until the wind picked up and the next rumble of thunder shook the entire house. you shot up from the couch, your mind immediately racing, trying to think of where everyone else was, and trying to figure out if there was anything you needed to do to keep the house safe from the storm. suddenly, you remember that conrad was at the beach. everyone else was out somewhere where they could definitely find shelter, but conrad had gone surfing just an hour ago. your heart began to race as you ran to the door, trying to see out to the beach. but, the visibility was terrible. the wind was insane, and the rain would not stop coming. you pull out your phone and text him, which you figure is a long shot, but it was worth a try. while you had your phone out, other texts began to flood in.

belly: hey, u okay? storm picked up pretty fast. powers out at the club, they’re sending us home as soon as it calms down a bit

laurel: Are you and Conrad the only ones home? Are you guys okay? Go into the basement if you get too worried or if the wind picks up more. Keep me updated.

steven: hey, you okay? is conrad with you?

jeremiah: this storm is WILD. stay inside, i’ll be home soon. no lifeguarding when the weather could kill you!😋

as you’re reading everyone’s messages, the sliding door opens. your head shoots up and you breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of conrad, completely drenched, standing on the mat inside the door. you throw your phone down and immediately hug him tightly, not caring that he was all wet. “thank god you’re okay.”

he hesitates, but hugs you back. “yeah. saw the storm coming, but still got caught in it. you okay?”

you pull back and nod. “me? i’m fine. you scared me shitless, though.”

“sorry,” he smiles sheepishly. “where’s everyone else?”

“belly and jere are at the club, but they’ll be back soon they say. i think steven’s there too. i don’t know about our moms. they were super weird when they left, just said they had to go into town and they’d be back later. i’ve heard from my mom, though.”

conrad’s face drops when you mention your moms and their secrecy. he runs his hand through his hair and sighs. “alright. i’m gonna go change. let me know if you hear anything else. and uh, stay away from the windows, okay?”

you nod and he walks past you and up the stairs. honestly, that was the most you had talked to him since you guys got to cousins. but, as jeremiah and belly both told you, there was something going on with him. you knew that there was nothing anyone could do about it, though. conrad was stubborn. he was going to figure this out on his own, and reach out when he was ready. at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

a minute after conrad disappears up the stairs, the power goes out. you groan in frustration, taking note of the immediate drop in temperature and the very little light inside the house. in a house with so many windows, you’d think it would not get that dark. today though, with the conditions of the grey sky and never ending rain, there was no natural light coming in. luckily, you knew that susannah always had candles, so after searching a few cabinets, you found her collection. you lit a bunch of them with matches, placing them all around the downstairs to attempt to spread the light. then, you lit the fireplace, hoping to add some warmth to the room. in anticipation of everyone else getting home, you grab some blankets from the closet and put them on the couch, finding the softest one and wrapping it around your own body.

a moment later, to your surprise, the front door creeks open. you peek around the corner (making sure it wasn’t a murderer first), and sigh when you see that it’s steven, belly, and jeremiah, all drenched from the rain, just like conrad was.

“what are you guys doing here?” you ask, moving towards them. “i figured you’d be at the club a while. the roads are too shitty to be driving on.”

jeremiah and steven share a nervous look, then look back at you. “i uh—” jeremiah starts. “i drove us back.”

“you what?” you ask, your face dropping.

jeremiah took a step towards you. “(y/n), i know. but listen, we were all so worried about you and conrad being here alone. we just figured it was safer for all of us if we came home. and the drive wasn’t even bad, i promise. we made it here, right? we’re okay!”

“you could’ve died, jeremiah,” you say. “you could’ve killed yourself or belly or steven or all of you. they close the roads when it storms like this for a reason.”

“he drove really well,” steven chimes in. “like, even better than usual. and you know that jere’s like the best driver. it really was okay.”

you sigh and look at all three of them. they all had guilty yet worried expressions on their faces, and belly wouldn’t even look at you. you sigh. “you’re all idiots. go change, guys. i got the fire going in the living room when you’re done.”

“yes ma’am!” steven salutes you and trudges up the stairs, belly following close behind. jeremiah stays for a moment, facing you.

“(y/n), i’m sorry. i really am. i just…we figured that family needs to stay together. and when the power went out, we were just worried about you guys here. conrad’s okay, right?” jeremiah sidetracks. you nod and point upstairs and he sighs. “okay good. just, don’t be mad. please. i promise we didn’t mean to worry you.”

you sigh and rest your forehead on his shoulder. “not mad at you. i just…freaked out. that really was a terrible thing, jere. i don’t know what i would’ve done if something happened to you guys.”

he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you lightly. “you don’t have to think about that. we made it.”

“i know. i just wish you would’ve stayed where it was safe so the thought didn’t have to exist at all.”

“you’re happy we’re here, though,” jeremiah teases. you push him away lightly, shaking your head.

“whatever. go change. check on conrad while you’re up there.”

“whatever you say,” he gives you one last smile before heading up the stairs. you turn back to the living room, throwing yourself down onto your favorite spot on the couch. eventually, belly appears in the doorway. you hold your blanketed arm out and she sits next to you, wrapping the blanket over her shoulders. her skin is cold next to you, so you grab another blanket and lay it over her. she rests her head on your shoulder.

“sorry we almost died,” she says after a few minutes. you sigh.

“it’s okay, bells. i’m just glad you guys are okay,” you say. “how was your practice today?”

she shrugs. “it was fine. it was dance practice, though. and i was alone. i just…i gotta figure out who’s gonna escort me soon or else i’m gonna get in so much trouble.”

“what about cam? i thought you were gonna ask him.”

belly stretches. “i uh, broke things off with him, actually.”

“you did?” you ask, shocked. “why?”

“conrad’s been, um, different with me lately. a good different. i just have thought, maybe…” she trails off, her eyes focused on her lap. you bump her shoulder with yours lightly.

“just be careful with your heart, bells. make sure you know what you’re getting into before you dive headfirst, okay?”

belly nods. “i know. thank you.”

she settles back on your shoulder and the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while. soon enough, jeremiah comes back downstairs, steven close behind him. steven immediately grabs a blanket and beelines for a spot on the floor next to the fire.

“this feels incredible.”

you smile. “we’re just lucky susannah put wood in there recently. otherwise we would’ve been screwed.”

“hey, uh, where is she?” jeremiah asks, as if he had just noticed her absence. “and laurel?”

“they went into town earlier,” you explain. “wouldn’t tell me why. but my mom texted me not too long ago. they should be okay.”

jeremiah nods, although he seems somewhat unconvinced. “okay. thank you.”

before you can say anything else, he disappears into the kitchen. belly calls out, “don’t open the fridge!” and he laughs. “i know!”

eventually, conrad joins you guys in the living room and you’re all sprawled out, talking and laughing like you used to do a lot when you were kids. as you’ve gotten older, all of you were still close, but had definitely grown apart from where you were as young kids. things change as you grow up, people change. as much as it hurt, it truly was inevitable for anyone. but this, this felt like it used to. these people felt like home.

“oh my god do you guys remember that one time when we were at the boardwalk and conrad puked after the tilt-a-whirl so belly ran away and we couldn’t find her for an hour?” steven says. you all burst into laughter, even belly, who’s cheeks turned slightly pink.

“it was gross! i wanted to get away from it, then i got lost. i cried that entire hour.”

“we’ve gotta go back to the boardwalk this summer,” you say after you all stopped laughing as hard. “we haven’t been in years! i miss it there!”

“yes please!” jeremiah exclaims. “i hear they’ve added more rides that are like, utterly terrifying.”

“that’s…definitely something to be excited about,” belly says sarcastically. “but yes, definitely we’ve gotta go. maybe after deb season is over, though. i just feel like i have too much going on right now as it is.”

“oh yeah,” steven says. “bells, who are you bringing as your escort? isn’t the deadline like, the end of the week? the ball is in like less than three weeks.”

belly casts a quick look at conrad, but almost immediately after they lock eyes, she looks away. “i…don’t know. i’ll figure it out. i hope.”

“i can take you if you want, bells,” jeremiah pipes up. everyone looks at him, shocked. your heart drops. “i mean, i was at your dance lesson today. i know a lot of what goes on. and i know i’ve got a suit somewhere. if you don’t find anyone else, just let me know.”

belly grins at him. “thank you, jere. i’ll probably take you up on that.”

the two of them share a smile and you look down at your hands, your stomach suddenly in knots. did he really just offer to be an escort for belly? after all his big talk about never participating last year? out of everyone in cousins, belly was the exception for him? suddenly, you felt like an idiot. of course she was the exception. they’ve always been best friends. you felt so stupid for ever thinking that maybe things were shifting to more for the two of you. it was for the better, anyways, right? he could be belly’s escort to the ball, you could watch them be perfect together, and pretend it didn’t bother you. exactly like how you had acted every summer before now while jeremiah flirted with other people. nothing had to change. you just had to get these thoughts out of your head.

you’re broken out of your thoughts by belly bumping your shoulder with hers. “(y/n)? you good?”

“huh?” you look at her, suddenly aware you had been just staring at nothing. “oh. yeah, i’m fine,” you take a quick glance at jeremiah, who suddenly is really interested in his blanket. you stand up abruptly. “i’ll just, i’ll be back.”

before anyone can say anything, you go upstairs, and close your bedroom door behind you. you felt terrible for ruining the good vibe that the five of you had going, but you really were starting to feel sick. as much as you tried to suppress your feelings for jeremiah, it really wasn’t ever going to work. you would forever feel this pathetic longing for him; always be the one pining. it wasn’t fair, honestly. he was the one who constantly flirted with you and went out of his way to do things to make you feel special, yet you were the only one with feelings. it was a disgusting feeling. you wished for nothing more than for it to go away. good for belly for finding someone to escort her. good for jeremiah for finding his one exception in his life. good for both of them. you just had to play supportive sister in all of this, even if it made you sick.

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[piratefishmama]

Fake it till you Make it | Part 20

So now, he was sat in a car, with a rich older man.

To some little queer boys, this would be a dream come true, especially since the older man wasn’t half bad in terms of looks, that all American square jaw, strong nose, the works. Plus… rich.

But this wasn’t a rich older man whisking him away, no, this was Steve Harrington’s regularly absent father taking him grocery shopping.

It’d been a wild day.

“So…” Eddie didn’t do well with silence. Silence never sat right with him. Had to fill it somehow, be it with silly noises, random singing, or conversation with any person in his vicinity. “They uhm, they do that often?”

“It’s a family thing, I think we’re all as bad as each other.” At least he was self-aware, the eldest Harrington still watching the road as they drove through the small town, he knew where he was going though, each turn done as if he’d driven the route enough to do it blindfolded. “Lynda’s a lawyer so, that should explain that” loved being right, it was her job to be right, even if she was actually wrong, she had to make out like she was right and she did it well. “I’m a middle child” explained both everything and nothing at all, “and Steven… I think he got a little bit of both of us. I’d have thought you’d be used to that though, since you’re dating him.”

“Ah-haha, I mean… don’t get me wrong, I’ve always known about Steve’s uhm… how to phrase this… mean girl streak?” John snorted a little laugh, emboldened, Eddie continued, “he’s like everyone’s disappointed mother, always with the little—” Eddie shifted in his seat, just about managing to put his hands on his hips and cock them weirdly in place “pose that he does when he’s oh so very disappointed in you. I used to thrive on it back in high school, whenever he’d catch Tommy H or the other basketball goons bullying the kids, he’d just stand there like he’d caught his kids with their hands in the cookie jar, an they’d actually just… cower, like he could actually do anything to them. It was the funniest shit I’d ever seen.”

It'd actually been quite the surprise when that’d happened the first time, it didn’t happen often, Steve had been a douchebag, not the ‘shove your head in a toilet’ kind of douchebag, or the ‘shove Gareth in a locker’ kind of douchebag.

No, he was the mega bitch douchebag who could flash a smile and drop every set of panties in his immediate vicinity, he was the douchebag who KNEW he could do that. Who carried himself high with the knowledge, lording it over everyone without… ever actually lording it, it was a presence kind of thing. An attitude.

And maybe, occasionally, he’d have been the douchebag who didn’t really see anyone unless he wanted to see them, didnt really pay any attention to those not on his radar, those not in his friend group, which led to many an accidental shoulder check, which had in turn led to Eddie’s own personal little vendetta because he’d lost one of his prized mini figs to the underside of the Hawkins High trophy case when Steve had walked by a little too close and shoved him just hard enough to send Eddie’s shit flying.

Had just kept walking as if he hadn’t even seen him. Asshole.

It was only when he’d first been seen hanging around Wheeler that his personality had shifted toward something reasonably human. Thanks Wheeler, the sacrifice of your time and patience hath created a god among men.

“So he was never… bad then?”

“Nah” no sense bad mouthing the boyfriend, that wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Real Prince Charming in a perfectly pressed polo shirt. He’s amazing, sir… you have nothing to worry about with Steve, he’s… one in a million.” Now anyway.

“Good. Good.” And then he fell silent, the quiet stretch lasting nearly five minutes with only the faint music playing on low volume from the radio to fill that silence, until the eldest Harrington pulled the car into a quiet carpark, and parked. “Here we are!” Oh thank Christ.

“We can't keep doing this.” Steve was the first one to speak up during their mutual living room silent treatment, finally looking at this mother after nearly an hour of watching a gentle snowfall that’d started outside. He hoped it wouldn't get heavier before Eddie got back.

“I have no idea what you—”

“Mom.” Steve cut her off, his eyes sharp and tone firm. “We can’t keep doing this. This bickering, this who’s right who’s wrong shit, we’ve gotta stop, at least here.” If not for their own sanity, but for the image he was giving Eddie of his family life.

Of what he might possibly maybe be getting himself into if Steve could actually swing a real relationship by the end of the week. The chances of him saying yes were already pretty farfetched, but if Steve’s parents were their worst selves…

Why would Eddie want to subject himself to that long term?

She paused, expression unreadable, something she’d mastered years ago for the court room, then she sighed. “I know, Steven.” She sighed heavily “Sometimes I forget that you’re a grown up now, that you can argue right back and actually stand your ground.” It only felt like yesterday when he was tugging uncomfortably at the little bowtie they used to make him wear for special occasions, all dressed up looking up at them with those big hazel eyes of his. His childhood only felt like yesterday. “I miss when you were cute and just did as you were told” she sniffled. Back when his parents had been there regularly before their duties had pulled them away. Before distance had strained them and they missed everything. Steve rolled his eyes but said nothing as his mother continued “Anyway, i agree. I think I’d prefer it if Eddie didn’t go away from this trip thinking John to be the most mature of us.”

“God, could you imagine?” Steve shook his head to free himself of the truly harrowing thought, allowing the subject to change. “I really like him, Mom... I didn’t expect to at first, not enough to want something long term with him anyway...” He’d thought it’d be easy to just pretend with him at first, but Eddie just had this... thing about him, Steve didn’t really know how to explain it, he just felt like home. Maybe it should have been alarming as to how fast that’d happened but... Steve had always rushed into things, funnily enough he didn’t think Eddie minded. “So I’d really like it if he liked all of us by the end of this, an if he only likes Dad cause of our bullshit, I think I might just disown the both of you.” The last part said in jest but... god he’d never let it go.

He’d lockjaw it until the end of time, would take it out on special occasions and shake it in their faces like look what you did. Look at what you cost me.

“Honestly, sweetheart I think I’d disown myself.” Lynda laughed, the air finally lightening up a little between them. “Here, how about we go see if the maintenance men pilfered the wine cellar? I’m positive Mags was hiding a damn good red down there among the cabernet that I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want to go to waste...”

“Well... we probably should check it... just in case, y’know? For security reasons.” Not that he actually doubted the integrity of the maintenance crew, they’d been employees for years, they’d known his grandparents, had worked for them in their later years when time had started to catch up to them, and a steady gig passing through generations wasn’t something to scoff at.

“Security, absolutely.” But then, the contents of the wine cellar alone was probably worth more than the actual house, so… better double check.

For security reasons.

Part 22

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU #Just what are Eddie and John going to come home to i wonder lmao

[sorencd]

FROM ME TO YOU

pairing: steven meeks x reader

summary: you've been receiving a ton of letters lately. no address or anything, just a letter. who's it from?

word count: 2k

a/n: I FINALLY FINISHED IT RAHHHHH I FINISHED IT THANK U TO WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS ANON I FORGOT BUT ANYWAYS I FINISHED IT RAHSHSHAHHHHH

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"you know, this isn't really fair. i was expecting people to not really like these types of crackers because come on! they're childish! practically child-shaped and screams 'child' all around!" you huff before sitting down on your desk with your arms crossed, not noticing the piece of paper in front of you.

"then why do you buy them then?"

"because it's good!"

"then maybe that's why they buy it."

you just came back from your quick stroll outside to unwind from the stressful lesson you and your brain were put through and to hopefully, score yourself some delicious goldfish crackers, but to your dismay, they were all out of your favorite snack.

"the shopkeepers by now should now that i absolute- what's this?"

"woah, there's another one!"

there on your desk sat an envelope that interrupted you from you rambling. there was no address, no sign, no nothing. the front and back were pristine as ever and it had only your name neatly written on the bottom corner. lately, you've been receiving a handful of letters of the same nature─ just your name and a romantic letter inside. you carefully opened the seal to retrieve its contents, expecting the usual lovesick and hopelessly devoted warble you've grown accustomed to. you have even begun to expect a note somewhere on you or your belongings early in the day, whether it be on your desk─ like the one in your hands right now, your bag, slid in between one of your books, or it would be shuffled in along with your notes. 

"is it from the same person?" you continued carefully unsealing the paper while your friend watched you with eager eyes, excited to see what's in store this time.

you've got to hand it to whoever's doing this, though. they're very dedicated; continuously sending you love letters every day like it's their job. you'd receive one after another and another and another. this person made sure to never miss a date. you pulled out the love letter and along came it was a small flower stuck to the corner. a flutter from your heart travelled down to your toes and set your whole body in a feeling of excitement as you recognized what the flower symbolized; it made you forget all about not being able to eat the delectable treat you were so set on getting your hands on. you also had to resist the urge to grin like an idiot, keeping on the nonchalant facade and instead looked around the room for anyone who could possibly send this to you. but it was only you and your friend.

"so this is what you do in your spare time?"

steven jumped from his position behind the door and quickly pulled back into the corridor, frightened when charlie suddenly appeared out of thin air. he shook his head and pinched the space between his eyes with his fingers. if only he could muster up enough courage to hand the letters in person, but he knew better than anyone he'd only freeze on the spot and make a fool of himself, and the last person he wanted to weird out was you. 

"i was only making sure (y/n) got my letter, i put a lot of effort into that."

"i think (y/n) would appreciate it more if you reveal yourself."

charlie received a scrunched and dumbfounded glare to his proposal. he was absolutely appalled that charlie could even suggest such a vile thing.

"come on! grow yourself a pair, eh?"

steven could only shake his head again to show his distaste to his friends suggestions. in the midst of his and charlie's bickering, steven failed to hear the soft clicking of shoes on the floor that was slowly approaching the doorway they resided in. he also failed to see the sly grin on charlie's face and his gaze that went beyond his eyeglasses' frame, it was your turn to give him a heart attack.

before you were about to head for the washroom, a familiar body was standing to your left along with someone else. it was that boy who you shared a class or two with, steven. recently, you've begun to notice that to you, he stands out more amongst the crowd. in a sea of people, you could easily discern him amidst the haze. this feeling gradually came onto you the more you saw him, and a silent hope behind the back of your mind wished that the anonymous letters were from him. after all─ the few times you came across his handwriting, at least often enough for you to recognize it, you could clearly see a resemblance between the two. but you just concluded it's your mind corroborating something for you to keep yourself from succumbing into insanity.

"(y/n)! what a surprise!"

"hi steven! hi… charlie?"

"right on the money!" 

the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard, akin to something straight out of heaven was all his mind was set on. your laughter that steven loved so much filled the air and rang through his ears like a god-sent melody. in short it was angelic, and the things he’s willing to do just to hear it again would’ve made him a wanted man. 

"alright. if you both will excuse me, i have somewhere to go to. it was nice meeting you two!"

and there you go. quickly scurrying off into the crowd-filled hallways and blending in, disappearing from steven's line of sight just as quick as you've arrived.

"if i were you i'd be quicker about asking (y/n) out. drop the 'mysterious kid' act and get yourself a lover!" he received a shove from charlie accompanied by a cheshire-cat smile.

charlie was very adamant on helping him, steven concluded. and if he wanted to be free of the constant daydreaming about you, and get charlie to stop pestering him, he figured maybe it is time to reveal himself to you. 

with a rub to his sinus, steven begrudgingly agreed to remove the anonymity of his letters and finally give your secret-admirer a proper name.

you were organizing each of the letters in your small box that hid in the depths of your bag in the washroom to avoid anyone from seeing what you're doing. it wasn't like you compiling the letters was wrong, you just wanted privacy from prying eyes and a little breathing room for yourself. 

and all the while steven anxiously waited outside, a large lump in his throat that he couldn't seem to swallow no matter how much he tried. his fingers constantly fiddling as a result of his heart rapidly beating out of the cage of his chest, and every sound made him flinch. his nerves were buzzing like wildfire. was he really going to do this? reveal himself to you? what would you think? he shouldn't have listened to charlie. but on the other hand, he's got nothing to lose. aside from his dignity and maybe having to bear the pain of you trying to avoid him to relieve the awkwardness that could ensue, though that wasn't really much of an issue. at least steven thinks it's not. at the end of the day, he could always just walk away; you haven't seen him anyways.

a small, shocked gasp came from his left pulled him out of his train of thoughts and overanalyzing of the situation at hand, it was you. he mirrored your surprised movements and let out a shout of his own, he took a few steps back to recuperate. great, now it was too late and there's no way to get out of this now.

"steven! i didn't expect to see you again." he watched your eyes crinkle along your toothy smile, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. he was absolutely smitten just from hearing your voice. 

"is everything alright?"

"y-yeah uhm, i was just about to-" he darted his eyes around before settling them back on you, "can we go somewhere else? i-i'd like to tell you something."

you nodded, albeit not without hesitance due to his sudden invitation. the pair of you walked together. him leading you to where you presume is the spot by the lake, given you were walking towards the door where behind it would reveal the fields outside of hellton.

the walk on the way was nothing short of quiet and tense, is how you'd like to put it. you were tempted to initiate small talk, given that your surroundings were eerily quiet, and the silence was starting to ring in your ears, but you feared the conversation would just be short lived. so you opted to keep your mouth shut the entire short trip.

and now, after hearing nothing except for your shoes clashing with the floor, it was replaced with the chirp of birds and soft walking atop the grass. you heard steven halt in his tracks while you were busy admiring the view, and when you switched your focus to look back at him, you were now standing by a lake. the scenery feels like it was pulled straight out of a story book from winnie the pooh, you commented to yourself as you lifted your head to face steven. the crisp gush of the wind gently glazing your cheeks. but the boy in front of you shielded most of it. 

"so- what i was meaning to say was…." he paused, breaking eye contact to look down at his shoes before taking a deep breath. he wasn't sure if what he was doing was the right thing, or was it the right time to do so, but he already caught himself in whatever all of this is. and he's not turning back.

"it was me."

"it was.. you? the one who took the last bag of goldfish crackers?"

"what? no uhm.. i'm the one who's been.. you know.. sending those letters.." 

"oh." blood rushed to your cold cheeks and cascaded a warm red-hued tint, your eyes slightly widened and your lips were parted. this was surprising, you weren't really expecting it to be him. you thought he had no interest in anything involving romance because to you, he was very focused on studying. maybe there's more to him than you thought. you inhaled, trying to recollect yourself as quickly as possible. but how could you when someone just confessed to being your secret admirer?

"i was wondering too if you'd maybe like to, i don’t know.. go out on a date..? with me? sometime? we could go to that library you like that's nearby, i mean it's the only library nearby." there, he said it. he shot his shot, he can't take it back now.

"i think i'd like that."

steven felt his heart stop, he was blessed with seeing your smile that was as bright as the sun face to face, and it was directed to him! he must be dreaming! with his mouth agape and his cheeks impossibly redder than yours, he tried saying anything, anything at all that would tell you how pretty he thought you were, but nothing came out. the sudden irritating ringing of the bell saved him from the embarrassment he could've put himself into, it was time to return to classes again. 

"i'll see you later?"

"yeah, bye-bye steven. i'll see you later!" you shouted after him. steven had to fix his footing to prevent himself from tripping while he walked away. he turned back to wave at you again, who was walking towards the opposite direction. the boy with new profound energy rushed towards his next class as fast as his legs would allow him.

"someone's happy." gerard pointed out when steven took a seat beside him, a lopsided giddy grin on his lips and a slight bounce to each step he took. he felt like he was over the moon.

"see, i told you. you had nothing to worry about." a voice from behind, which belonged to charlie, who was wearing a smug expression, chimed in.

steven couldn't really hear what they were saying, though. he’s too busy daydreaming about how fun the library date would be, his own thoughts blocking out the others' voices. and he’s already conjuring up the next letter he's about to make for you out of pure excitement, maybe he'll include a poem or two into it, too.

© sorencd . 2023 ─ do not copy, repost, translate or claim any of my works as your own.

#steven meeks x reader #steven meeks #dead poets society x reader #dead poets society

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

heeeeyy i saw that u write for steven…?

if you wanna- could u write a flustered/ blushing steven with a forward/ teasing reader. could be that they work together at the museum and are a couple on the dl cuz if donna found out she would fire one of you. but the reader keeps teasing steven and making it really hard for him to focus on his costumers. could end in him losing his patience and dragging the reader to the bathroom orr a broom closet? or maybe the reader corners him??👀 idk you can obvs decide how far this could go (fluff/ lime/ lemon) whatevs- entirely up to you👹✨

thanks so muuuuuch ur a really great writer💗💗

hiii!! I absolutely love this!? and anything like this tbh🤭 and omg stop it, thank you sm!! <33 🥹 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

interrupted break

steven grant x fem!reader

wc || 655

warnings || a little suggestive, but no ‘vulgar’ words used, just making out

・₊✧ masterlist + taglist

You and Steven were in the early stages of your relationship, so things were still very new and exciting. As you worked together at the museum, you had to be wary and careful around one another. Donna had a strict 'no dating policy', so if she were to catch you together during a moment, one of you would be reprimanded or even fired.

Recently, you couldn't keep your hands off Steven. You found any possible opportunity to touch or stroke him. You'd always be sly when engaging in contact- a light brush on his arm as you walk by, lingering touches, eye contact from across the room, just anything you can do without being caught. 

Steven knew the game behind your constant teasing and flirting, and he was determined not to give in to your ways. He loves his job, as you do yours, so he had to carry the strength for both of you and resist the temptation, even though it was hard.

You were stocking shelves while Steven was on tills and attending to customers. You peek up at him, gazing at him over the stuffed hippos with a devilish glimmer in your eye. You place down the box of keyrings and pick up the new stock of pens and pencils before making your way to Steven. 

"Oh hey," you subtly smirk, pulling out a fistful of stationery. "Fancy seeing you here,"

"Yup," he nods, avoiding your gaze as he knows that he wouldn't be able to refuse your allure. "Gotta get back to my customers now," he says quietly, gesturing to the non-existent queue. 

"Oh really? It seems like you're avoiding me," you smile, furtively leaning over the counter to allow him a sneak peek down your top, inconspicuously showing him your cleavage. His eye line focuses on your breasts sitting perfectly in your bra, and you see his failed attempts to conceal a reaction.

"Yeah, nice try," Steven sighs, covering his crotch with his hands. "Good one,"

"Hm, seems like you're lying, Steven," you grin, resting your chin in your palm.

"Nope. I know your silly games,"

"Silly?"

"Mhm," he nods, making himself look busy as he flicks through items by the cash register. "I'm not a teenage boy anymore,"

"Okay, I'll drop it," you shrug, playing with a stray strand of hair. "What time do you get off?" you whisper, stroking his forearm, battering your lashes up at him.

"God," he exhales, visibly frustrated. "Come with me,"

You follow him towards the staff bathroom, leaving an unsuspicious gap as you walk after him. Steven checks the surroundings before yanking you into the stall, closing the door behind you, and immediately pushing you up against it. His lips brush over yours, and you instantly feel his pent-up frustrations melt away. 

His lips hungrily work over yours as his hands cup and guide you, holding your jaw to manoeuvre you in the way he wants, like he's desperately trying to regain control after all your teasing. A soft moan slips past your lips as he deepens the kiss, working over your mouth more urgently, pushing you back into the door behind. 

A harsh knock interrupts. "Stevie, what you doing in there?" Donna snaps, pounding on the door. "Taking forever— you have customers waiting,"

Steven pulls away, clearing his throat. "Yeah— yep, I know. Just a minute," he says with a slightly raised voice.

"What's taking so long? Having a poo or something?"

Your eyes instantly snap up to Steven's as you conceal a cackle, muffling your mouth with your palm.

"... yeah," he says reluctantly, an unamused expression on his face.

"Distugting, hurry up— and wash your hands,"

"Alright, yep— okay," he whispers, dropping his forehead into the crook of your neck. "That was so embarrassing,"

"For you, yeah— very," you snicker. 

"We'll finish this at mine," Steven smiles, adjusting himself. "... for payback." he merely brushes your lips before walking out.

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steven taglist: @thewinterv @bubblezuku @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @queerponcho @selfryed @ugh09876554444

#steven grant #steven grant imagine #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant x reader #steven grant drabble #steven grant x fem!reader #steven grant x you #moon boys #moon knight

[selenitesdawn]

hi! could u write a robin buckley x reader where robin and the reader get paired up to look around the creel house in s4 and robin is just like a huge gay mess and can’t stop rambling LOL? thank u! i love ur work

What a Moment, my first request. First off: Thank you so much ! I love this idea and I hope you love reading this. <3

Thank Me Later

pairing : robin buckley x fem!reader

warnings : none

summary : y/n had always thought that robin buckley disliked her, since robin just seems to act weird around her. but when they get paired up to explore the house of the enemy, they are forced to talk to each other.

third person pov

Y/n entered the Creel house last, cautiously following the group inside. She was not a big fan of this entire upside down thing and had no experience with the strange stuff going on in Hawkins yet. In fact, y/n had just recently moved here with her family, since her dad got a job in Lindale and the rent in Hawkins was at an all time low. In retrospect, she should have known that something was off about that.

She quickly befriended Nancy Wheeler, since she was also part of the school’s newspaper. They got along really well and it didn’t take long until Nancy became y/n’s person of trust. They would hang out almost every day, sharing their deepest secrets with one another. One of them was y/n’s sexuality, which she kept to herself most of her life.

“You must probably think I’m a weirdo now. God, I’m so stupid-“, y/n started rambling. Nancy cut her off by giving her a tight hug.

“You’re not stupid y/n. And I don’t think you’re a weirdo. Who cares who you love. Boy or girl. It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re happy. I promise.”, Nancy whispered softly, making y/n sob a little.

A few weeks ago y/n also met Steve and Robin at Family Video. She immediately got along with Steve but with Robin it was just different. She really liked Robin from Steve’s stories, but it just didn’t match with the Robin she had met. Whenever the two of them were alone, Robin would either ignore y/n or she would make it painfully clear that she wasn’t interested in y/n’s life. Like at all. All interactions between them just seemed very confusing, so y/n concluded that Robin simply didn’t like them.

“So.. I just moved her from Portland actually.”, y/n told Robin as they waited for Steve to get back.

“Cool… Isn’t that where Steven King was born? I read a few of his novels. Some were really good actually. Carrie and Shining are super popular I think, you probably know them. But this man seems to have a lot on his mind or whatever… Yes. Very unique novels.”, Robin replied.

After that both of them just stayed silent.

Besides that, y/n’s life in Hawkins seemed to be going just fine. Well, until she was with Nancy when Fred Benson died, which started y/n’s inclusion in all of this mess. After that, Nancy decided to tell her everything that had happened in Hawkins over the past years. Although they did tell each other everything, Nancy just thought that it would be best for y/n to not know about all the crazy stuff going on, in order to protect her. But at this point, there was no point in lying any longer. And now y/n was standing inside the house that seemed to be the center of a strange monster killer who just a few hours ago made Max Mayfield float a few meters above the ground.

“Just great..”, y/n whispered to herself as she looked around the abandoned home.

“Hey, guys? You all see that right?”, Max spoke up, pointing her flashlight at an old clock hanging on the wall.

The group gathered around it, all agreeing to seeing it.

“Is this what you saw? In your visions?”, Nancy asked carefully.

Max nodded her head, making y/n let out a loud sigh. ‘This keeps getting better and better.’, she thought to herself.

“I mean, it’s.. just a clock. Right?”, Robin replied while walking towards it. She brushed some of the dust off with her hand. “Like a normal old clock.”

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks? Maybe he’s, like, a clockmaker or something?”, Steve asked confused.

“I think you cracked the case Steve.”, Dustin replied sarcastically. Steve just gave Dustin an annoyed look.

“All I know is the answers are here. Somewhere... Okay everyone stay in groups of two. Since we are uneven, I’m going with Steve and Dustin. Y/n, you go with Robin.”, Nancy commanded, making her way over to Steve.

“Woah, wait.”, y/n said as she grabbed Nancy’s arm. “Why me and Robin??”, she whispered.

“You’ll thank me later.”, was the only thing Nancy replied before leaving. She turned around once more to wink at y/n, and with that she was gone.

Y/n turned around to everyone being gone besides Robin, who just awkwardly stood in the hallway. Robin didn’t know what to do, so she just gave y/n a little wave. Y/n replied with a half-hearted smile and made her way to the stairs.

“Let’s go upstairs then.”, y/n suggested, walking up the stairs with Robin following behind her.

As they explored the house together, y/n got more and more scared. It reminded her of some horror movie setting and she just waited for something bad to happen. They entered a room which seemingly used to be a children’s room.

“If I wrote a book…about all of this, do you think it would do good? I think it would do pretty good, I mean no one would come up with the strange stuff that goes on here, right? I mean it’s out of this world. Literally. And I would call it.. let me think…”, Robin started rambling.

Y/n didn’t bother answering, knowing that Robin probably didn’t expect an answer anyways. But in some way she enjoyed Robin’s rambling, it was adorable really.

“I know. I would call it “The Strange Summer in Hawkins”. I mean the first book. There would be multiple of course. Maybe about three or four volumes and each one would have different characters and all. Or the same ones? I mean people would get attached to the characters, it would be stupid to replace them with each book. But some of them would have to.. you know. Die. Sooner or later. I don’t know yet.”, Robin finally said, still walking around the room.

Y/n started going through a box of old stuff, finding nothing that seemed to be helpful. Just a few pictures, some old creepy toys. Nothing out of the ordinary. The whole vibe in this house just seemed off. There were so many spiders crawling around and everything just seemed like it would fall apart any second. Y/n was about to give up searching through the stuff when suddenly she felt a presence right besides her, scaring the living hell out of the girl.

“Found something?”, Robin asked with her head over y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n jumped in shock, accidentally hitting her shoulder against Robin’s throat. Robin stumbled back and let out a loud groan.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”, y/n repeatedly said, putting her hands over her mouth.

Robin just laughed it off, holding her hand against her throat.

“That was my fault, sorry.”, she said while sitting down on a dusty chair.

Y/n collected herself, and sat down on a chair besides her. From this angle Robin was actually really beautiful, she thought to herself.

“You know, I got hit in the throat once before. By some russian guy actually. It was preeetty scary and all. I don’t know if Nancy told you but, there was this thing going on with the Russians and all. Yeah. Pretty scary stuff.”, Robin continued ranting.

Y/n just sat next to Robin, listening to her talking, and talking, and talking. Until she suddenly stopped. Y/n looked over to Robin who now rested her elbows on her knees and started fiddling with her rings. The silence that followed was louder than it should have been.

“I like your rings. They are pretty.”, y/n almost whispered, trying to break the tension.

“You don’t really enjoy talking to me, do you?”, Robin just replied sounding almost frustrated.

“What makes you think that?”, y/n said, furrowing her eyebrows.

“I mean, most of the time it just feels like I’m talking to myself. You don’t really.. try to hold a conversation you know.“, Robin answered, her eyes focused on her hands.

“Well Robin, most of the time it just seems like you don’t even want me to reply. Yeah you talk a lot, but.. it feels like you just don’t care what I have to say.”, y/n commented.

Robin lifted her head and looked into y/n’s eyes for the first time since they had met, making y/n blush a little.

“I’m sorry. I know I tend to ramble a lot when I’m nervous.”, Robin stated shyly.

“Nervous? Why would you be nervous?”, y/n asked sincerely, trying to hold eye contact.

Robin started blushing a little, redirecting her glance towards her hands which were still fiddling with her rings. She didn’t want to embarrass herself, so she just stayed silent. Y/n noticed that Robin tried to dodge the question, so she simply put her hand around hers to get her attention. Robin stopped playing with her rings and looked back to y/n, who was patiently waiting for an answer.

“You’re uhm… I don’t know. You’re just really.. really beautiful I guess. It makes me nervous.”, Robin finally replied, glancing between y/n’s hand on hers and y/n’s face.

“Did you just make that excuse up?”, y/n asked, raising her left eyebrow. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

“See, I shouldn’t have said anything. God, I always mess these things up. Now you think I’m weird, right?”, Robin mumbled. She got up and started walking around the room, obviously upset. “I just don’t know when to shut up, it’s like my own curse at this point. And then this beautiful girl walks into my workplace and I just don’t know how to act. So I either say not enough or I say too much and embarrass myself and it’s so, so, so exhausting to be-”

Robin stopped her rant when y/n came up to her, embracing her in a tight hug. Y/n’s arms hugged Robin’s waist, her head rested on Robin’s shoulder. At first Robin got tensed and didn’t know how to react. But then she took a few breaths and finally relaxed inside y/n’s arms, hugging her back just as tightly. They just stood there for a bit, melting into each other.

“I don’t think you’re weird Robin.”, y/n mumbled into the girl’s shoulder. “I think you have a lot to say, and that’s totally fine. It’s interesting. I actually enjoy your rambling, I really do.“

Robin started smiling, feeling her heart race inside her chest. The hug suddenly felt more intimate than before.

“And by the way..”, y/n said as she separated herself from Robin. Their faces were now just inches away from each other. “I think you’re very beautiful too.”

Both girls started blushing wildly, unsure of what to do next. Luckily the decision got taken away from them, as Nancy entered the room.

“Guys, we found-“, Nancy started shouting.

Robin and y/n quickly jumped away from each other, both embarrassed by the sudden interruption. Nancy on the other hand started grinning from ear to ear.

“Sorry. But we found something, you should come with me.”, Nancy told them.

Robin just nodded and quickly walked past Nancy who was still smiling to herself. Y/n just sighed and walked up to her best friend, giving her an annoyed look.

“You planned that out didn’t you?”, y/n asked, rolling her eyes.

“Correction, Steve and I planned that out. And what about it? It seems like our plan worked out even better than we expected.”, Nancy replied smugly.

Y/n just blushed uncontrollably, putting her face inside of her hands.

“Thank you..”, y/n mumbled quietly.

“What did you say? I didn’t hear you.”, Nancy grinned.

“You’re so annoying.”, y/n replied, nudging Nancy’s shoulder.

“I told you, you’d thank me later.”, she grinned, wrapping her arm around y/n’s shoulder. “But now, we really have to go, come on.”

Y/n didn’t know if it were just the dreadful circumstances (including walking inside the house of a creepy killer) that just made her fall in love with Robin Buckley or if it was just her awfully adorable ranting. But in all honesty, she could have cared less. She just knew that the second they got out of this house safely, she would 100% ask her on a date. And let Robin explain what the hell happened with the Russians.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley imagine #stranger things reader insert #stranger things x reader #nancy wheeler x reader

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

There's things I am understand from Tony Stans when they write 'Steve mistake ',

1. They will using reason Steven choose bucky over tony

2. Steve hide / lie the fact about tony parents death

3. Steven is not read accord and not make negotiations about accord

4. Steve recruit clint, sama and wanda and make them in raft. So it's steve mistake

From the four point the third point is bothering me. I am not gonna lie I kind forget the detail civil war but, steve did and the only one that read accord. Also if I am not wrong Ross didn't give chance go steve and everyone to negotiations about accord at all, I meant he said avenegrs onel have three days accept or retired. I menat what kind f&** is that. They have no time to negotiations about accord at all

And Tony said the can make negotiations after they sign the paper, that not how work. You can't make negotiations after to signed the papers, the UN won't considered that they want control, you signed you follow what is inside

So I think it's was weord they blame steve no want negotiations at all. Because there's no time for that, also Steven considered the accord if they for innocent protection and not for government to controlling innocent peoples. So why they keep point that?

I think they need to come up with excuses, half-truths and lies because no matter how hard the Russos tried to paint both teams as equally right, Team Cap is the only one in the right.

To your first point, Steve is against the Accords way before Bucky is even in the picture.

This is something that not only the haters but many fans seem to forget: Not everything Steve does has to do with Bucky. He has a separate life and a mind of his own, and those Accords go against everything that makes him who he is.

To your second point, Steve had no way of knowing Bucky had murdered the Starks. Zola said this:

Zola: "For 70 years, HYDRA has been secretly feeding crises, reaping war. And when history did not cooperate, history was changed." Natasha: "That's impossible. S.H.I.E.L.D. would've stopped you." Zola: "Accidents will happen."

And this was shown:

This required Steve to assume Bucky had been the only Winter Soldier at the hands of Hydra. He could have guessed but he didn't know for sure. And going to Stark to tell him "I found out your parents were murdered but I'm not sure of what happened", over 20 years after the fact is not exactly ideal. Not to mention Stark had hacked Shield's systems two years prior. He didn't exactly do a good job of digging there, and Steve and he weren't that close.

To your third point, whoever says that is lying. Steve is the only one shown reading the Accords:

My man has perfect memory. He knew very well those Accords were an abomination.

And to your last point, Sam, Clint and Wanda have agency and they knew what they were getting into before they went to the airport. Unlike Peter Parker who was lied to by Stark, Steve was very clear that he wanted his team to know who and why they were fighting, and the consequences of doing so. Even with a stranger like Scott:

They chose to follow Steve because they knew it was the right thing to do. Clint left his family, Wanda risked her life and her freedom, so did Scott, Bucky and Sam. All of them followed and did the right thing because they're heroes, it's what they do.

Ross knew very well what he was doing. As Secretary of State, not only did he keep the Accords under wraps until only three days before the UN meeting, he kept from the entire team that an Accord is not the same as a law and it was a constitutional violation to try and enforce it on the team and the citizens.

They had no time to negotiate. They would have needed to lawyer up and do everything in a short period of time: the meeting was in Vienna and they were in NYC, if you count the time it would have taken them to get there, the time they needed to find a lawyer they trusted to go through the whole thing and come up with a good enough case to stand up not only to the US Senate but the UN… yep, they had no time to do so. That was Ross' plan all along.

Stark telling Steve the Accords could be amended after he signed them was no more than an attempt at manipulation. There is something important to keep in mind here: Stark would NOT be affected by these Accords at all. As shown in the movie, he broke them when he flew to Siberia and nothing happened. Ross called him and he put him on hold, and nothing happened.

Stark is used to doing whatever the hell he wants (like basically telling the government to suck it when he refused to give them his suits. What happened to him? Nothing) and facing no consequences whatsoever. So in his mind, signing these papers means nothing, he can break them whenever he feels like it and he'll find a way to get away with it. For Steve and Wanda, the Accords were a direct violation of their civil rights. It's not the same.

Steve was never against accountability. The Accords were:

#team cap #steve rogers #anti tony stark #anti sokovia accords

[zoeyloves-you]

dinner || c.f x fem!reader

WARNING- slight pubic sex??, mean belly, fingering, pnv, kinda choking, and reader is on birth control. i think thats all but pls comment if i missed anything! reader has a job as a babysitter during the summer!

Summary: at dinner on one of your first nights at cousins, conrad decided to have a little fun at the dinner table.

Word Count: 799

It was a pretty good night you thought until conrad wanted to have fun teasing you. He first started with putting his hand on your thigh and going up slowly until it was almost touching your underwear.

On this night you decided to wear a summer dress that you rarely wore but wanted to wear since it was pretty warm. But now that the situation you were in, you regretted it, a lot.

"So y/n how is it going with babysitting?" Susannah asked me as conrad stated to lightly touch my core. "u-um it going going so fair the smith kids are so good with me, which i'm very grateful for." i answer. "That's good, i'm glad." she said. belly grumbled and said under her breath. "What was that belly?" i asked already pissed at her, and i have a reason. she had been throwing herself on conrad and jeremiah since she came here.

She has or had a boyfriend but i'm not ever sure. " Nothing y/n." she said with a slight attitude. "Belly i'm not stupid, i heard something." i said annoyed. And at this very moment i wanted to smack but kiss conrad at the same time. He entered his fingers in me and i closed my eyes and clenched my fork in my hand. " I said i'm surprised that you haven't fucked their dad yet." i clench my fork even harder if that's even possible. Conrad's fingers work faster as i try not to make a noise.

"For a matter of a belly i haven't been fucking their dad, i have my own boyfriend to fuck." i say throwing my fork down and grabbing conrad's hand and they fall out of me and we walk faster out of the room and back to his room, but as your walking away you hear belly mom scolding her along with jeremiah and steven holding back their laugh.

We get to his room and i lock the door and fall on the bed. " belly is such a bitch sometimes and why would i fuck someones dad when i have my own money?" i said and look up at conrad smirking. "so you have your own boyfriend to fuck huh?" he asked. i nod shyly. "that's so cute y/n/n" he dips on the bed and moves you to where he is in between your legs. He lifts your dress and looks up to you for consent, you nod flabbergasted. he frowns and grabs your chin to loo at him. "i need words sweetheart." he says, you bit your lip "yes please" he kisses you and takes the dress fully of and makes kisses down your body. your body feels like it on fire just with his kisses.

He finally gets down to your throbbing core. he rubs the clothed clit and moves it to the side and kisses it. finally he dips into your core, eating it like its dinner. you moan and grab his hair and gripping it slightly, he whimpers. you moan even more and buck your hips into his mouth, wanting more. "connie, more please." you beg. he adds two digits into you. you squirm and gasp for air. it feels so fucking good, all you see is white.

"connie i'm going to cum! can i cum please?" you ask, wanting to let the presser away. "go ahead baby." he mumbling into your clit. you shake and your legs tremble slighting, moaning into your hand.

conrad comes back up to your face and kisses you rubbing your boobs. he takes off his pant and pumps himself before looking up to you making sure its okay to enter you. "go ahead." you say still recovering for your last orgasm. he enters you slowly making sure you have time to adjust.

His starts going faster and bringing a hand up to your throat and squeezing slightly. your eyes roll backwards and let out a moan. you bring a hand to rub your clit and start to feel your second orgasm reaching. you feel conrad twitching inside you making you tell that his going to cum in the matter of seconds.

"connie can i cum? im so close." you whine and squeeze your walls around him. "im gunna cum too, go ahead." he grunts and he cums first and that sets a trigger and you cum all cover his cock.

his takes himself out of you and kisses you one last time before heading to his bathroom to go and get a towel to wipe you down with. "thank you." you give him a small smile and he just smiles back and helps wipe you down before cleaning himself up and giving you clothes to sleep in.

"i love you sweetheart."

"i love you too connie."

#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher smut #conrad fisher #team conrad #jeremiah fisher smut #tsitp x you #belly conklin #tsitp imagine #steven conklin

[runa-falls]

recent reads - july '23

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series - [read a lot more this month bc of travel!]

poe dameron

alabanza*^~ - @brandyllyn [ao3]

“A mis-delivered message causes You and Poe Dameron to become anonymous penpals. But falling for each other via letter while at the same time falling for each other in the real world leads to more than its fair share of complications.”

din djarin

miscommunication*^~ - @ezrasbirdie [ao3]

“When the Mandalorian brings you aboard his ship to care for and protect his son when he’s away, neither of you is what the other expected. You’re both exceptionally bad at reading each other, and you’re afraid of what might happen when your past inevitably catches up to you.”

henry cavill 

crystal ship* (RPF - mafia AU) - @littlefreya

“Henry is the most dangerous crime lord in England, he has everything he wants and women throw themselves at his feet, but what really gets him off is what’s hard to get.”

(i usually never read rpf but littlefreya can make me read ANYTHING)

geralt z rivii

outlander*^~ - @leva [ao3]

“The witcher universe was cruel and unforgiving. You couldn’t imagine lasting a day in it yet here you were. It wasn’t all bad, the food was decent, some folk were nice and you even had your very own mutant bodyguard to boot. Not to mention Jaskier being your personal radio station on the road.”

kylo ren

cruel world*^~- @worm_girl [ao3]

"When Professor Ren moves in next door to your sorority house and you become one of his students, it is impossible for the two of you to ignore the pull you have to each other.”

[not reader-insert:]

reylo (my comfort ship)

all our days*^~ - @voicedimplosives [ao3]

"I can listen no longer in silence." The hologram projection of his strangely handsome face is cobalt blue, flickering, and full of static. "I must speak to you, Rey. You… you pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me that I am not too late.” 

bamon (TVD) (my other comfort ship)

spellbound*^~ - @ladyloec

“An AU of Bonnie and Damon in the Prison World, without Kai, but with a problematic blood shortage that leads to our favourite judgy witch and snarky vampire getting closer than anyone anticipated.”

one-shots (all are reader-inserts!)

moon boys

satisfactory pt.1 + pt.2* (pornstar!jake) - @whatthefish

weightless~ (steven angst) - @m00nsbaby

call me* (feral!steven) - @writefightandflightclub

acts of service^ (marc fluff) - @ivystoryweaver

nice job!*^ (sub!steven fluff) - @romanarose

nathan bateman

indulge me* - @leoluved

poe dameron

wasted on you*^ - @campingwiththecharmings

blue jones

a long night** - @melodygatesauthor

beg** - @“”

santiago garcia

just friends pt.1* and pt.2*~ - @campingwiththecharmings

say my name*~ - @writefightandflightclub

threesome: santi x reader x frankie* - @youvebeenlivingfictional

a midnight picnic - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

miguel o’hara

rendezvous* - @campingwiththecharmings (i’m so sorry i’m tagging u so much lmfao)

stitches and claws* - @astroboots halo* - @missdictatorme

surrender* - @romanarose

llewyn davis

anchor* - @bits-and-babs

ezra prospect

darkness* - @ezrasbirdie

joel miller

what comes after*~ - @softlyspector

frank castle

all up in smoke^ - @saintmurd0ck

raymond smith + tangerine x reader

who you belong to*~ - @youvebeenlivingfictional

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[thot-of-khonshu]

Hello Bea, how are you? Congrats on your 1000 followers 🎉 I just saw this option and I knew I had to request it... How about Daylight + Steven Grant?? I know it's going to be really 🔥 😏 anyway thank u !

Hi my dear! I'm finally back with some fic updates!! It's been a crazy week getting settled into a new job!

Daylight (Steven Grant x f! reader)

Long distance is hard, but Steven decides to surprise you one night and make it all worthwhile.

Explicit Smut 18+

Content: Unprotected sex (p in v), long distance relationships

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And I can still see it all in my mind

All of you, all of me. Intertwined. 

I once believed love would be black and white

But it's golden

Long distance sucked. It’s never easy to say goodbye to the warm bed, soft lips and welcoming arms of the one you love who’d made you feel at home somewhere so foreign to you. 

London was terrifying at first. Overwhelming with things to do, bustling crowds of people who knew their purpose and the hard anchor of the purpose you were there -your job- and the deadline that came along with it. 

Lost in your head and overstimulated, you found solace in the National Art Gallery. You didn’t know if you could handle such a big change even just for a short amount of time, and then you found solace at the National Museum. Any time you felt a moment of anxiety or your heart reate spike, instead of bombarding your mom with calls - which would’ve ended up with her begging you to come home - you went to get lost in the history and art pieces that told a story in your head. 

One day, you heard someone actually telling the accurate stories to small children. Steven. When the small group of children on their field trip had left, you’d come up to him and asked if you could tell the story again. You could’ve sworn he’d given you a double take, the second time his eyes wider with astonishment that you were even talking to him. 

“I just work at the gift shop.” He’d said. 

“It doesn’t matter.” You smiled at him. And the smile he gave back to you made you feel so warm, so different than any other person had ever made you feel. 

Things picked up suddenly between the two of you. When you weren’t working, you were at the museum or out with Steven exploring the city, spending nights between his sheets as he read you books on ancient Egyptian history. 

He’d told you he loved you the night before you had to leave back home. You felt the swell of your heart and the pain of it shattering at the same time. You’d promised you’d come back to him. 

And since then, the dance between New York City and London had begun. You’d caught flights at absurd hours on long weekends, surprising him at his flat for days spent mostly in bed and without clothes. 

On a particular weekend you were planning, your boss had other plans. You had to stay late at the office for a deadline, and telling Steven was particularly devastating. He’d assured you it was alright and that he’d be okay, but you weren’t sure you would be okay. You missed him so much. His sweet voice, his soft lips, his dark curls and quirky attire. 

You’d come home that night around 11, exhausted and expecting to take a long shower and sleep. When you’d gotten out of your elevator onto your floor, you saw a large lump near your apartment door. You weren’t sure if it was a package or if someone had left their trash. 

Inconsiderate. You muttered to yourself. 

When you’d walked up closer, you saw that it was a large jacket and there were legs sprawled out on the other side. You heard familiar light snores but you almost couldn’t believe it. 

“...Steven?” You whispered. The body didn’t budge. You lifted the coat from on top of them and saw that it indeed was your boyfriend. 

“Steven!!” You exclaimed, he woke up with a jump, jaw slacked open and confused until he looked up and saw you. He shot up, hitting his head on the keypad before you helped him up. 

“Surprise, darling.” He slurred. “I figured now was ever a time for me to finally come to you and I–” 

You kissed him, hard. Your hands at his cheeks as he rested his onto your hips. The long kiss turning into softer kisses, your tongue sliding into his mouth as he strokes your lower back. 

His mouth starts to move eagerly over yours, taking deep pulls on your tongue as you kiss when you lick his bottom lip. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He groans.

Without saying a word, you put in your key code and open the door for the both of you. You’d figured you’d give him a more extensive tour of your apartment in the morning. 

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“Ow–ow, Steven. Not too hard, I’m not that flexible.” Your legs are starting to hurt as your ankles have been repositioned on his shoulders. Steven kneels in front of you as sweat drips down his furrowed brow as he tries to figure out the next move. 

“Should we stop?” He asks, concerned. “I know we’ve been at it quite a bit tonight.” 

“No–God, no. Just, move my legs down a bit. I’m not Betty Spaghetti.” 

“Who’s Betty Spaghetti?” 

“It’s a toy here in the states from the–can we talk about this later?” 

“Right, right.” Steven lowers your legs as they hook around his lower back. As he repositions again, his thickness fills you and you feel yourself tighten. 

He sees and hears your response and starts moving, thrusting harder and deeper as his kisses on you are more desperate. You feel yourself start to tense, biting your lip to stop from crying out. His thrusts are becoming more shallow, his whimpers growing as you stroke his arms. 

He spills into you, his warmth filing your walls as he continues to pump inside of you as you tremble with your own orgasm. 

Steven rolls on his back and you join him, clinging to his chest and tracing small lines on his soft skin. He rubs your hair. You’d missed this sweet but silent bliss with him. 

“The most bonkers part is I was so jet lagged when I got here, but then I saw you and it was just like it all went away.” Steven pants heavily. 

“I think I’m spent for the night. But tomorrow I can cook you breakfast?” He asks. 

“Do you even know where the pots and pants are? How the stove works? Where the kitchen is?” You joke with him. 

“I’ll figure it out.” He kisses your head. 

And with that, you drift off to sleep in the arms of the man that you love. 

And I can still see it all in my head

Back and forth from New York sneaking in your bed

I once believed love would be burning red

But it's golden

Like daylight

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[dont-feel-so-good-peter]

Hey mate! I hope you're doing good. 🫂

Can i please get a Coffee shop au with Steven babes, where he's the barista and reader goes to the cafe after a hard long day and it's just sweet Steven fluff and maybe reader asks him out on a date?

I absolutely love your fics💖 and the way you describe Jake is ✨FLAWLESS✨.

Have a good day! 🌙⚜️

𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍-𝐈𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Word count: 4K+

Just fluff!

Mentions of Marc

The bristling air of a cold day in London brushed against your cheeks. You pulled your red scarf closer against your nose trying to cover your nose from becoming colder than it already was. The flickering sign of Brother's Coffee Co. presented in your view. Letting out a heavy sigh, you were thankful for this coffee joint. Work was tiring you out, it honestly started your coffee addicted three years ago and it progressively got worse but besides getting your favorite coffee that help stimulates your nerves; there was a person that you love to see almost every day.

    Steven Grant.

    The awkward, dorky, and very funny barista whose eyes sparkle when you enter the cafe each time you walk in. The familiar greeting of his adorable hellos rang out in the quiet coffee shop. It was the only place that you felt the most comfortable in and it was all because of Steven who made you feel relaxed each time you went in there. Walking inside the coffee shop, the ringing of the bell echoed throughout the coffee shop.

    There weren't that many people in the coffee shop; granted it was very early in the morning but the London winters made it extremely cold for almost everyone to want to stay inside and tuck themselves under the bed. But not you. God, how you wish you could stay tucked under your warm bed sheets as you read your favorite book as soft music played in the background of your house. But, you were always on a deadline.

    Being a writer was tough. One of the reasons why you started coming to this coffee shop was because it gave you fresh and inviting ideas. You would watch people, and listen to their stories and you were in the right mind space to write. But another particular reason why you loved writing in the coffee shop was because of Steven.

    His little quirky stories of his knowledge of Egypt. The defining and intricate storytelling that spilled from his lips enthralled you for hours. You could watch and listen to him speak, in fact, you did several times. Sometimes, you would spend hours talking to Steven as he worked, telling you stories on various topics.

    Steven Grant was an interesting person. And he was your crush. You hated yourself for having a crush on the barista because he was one of your good friends. It was weird how he was your good friend yet you never hung out with him outside of his work. He explained that he was only a barista because the museum fired him for destroying property, luckily this was his second job he had for a few years but now was his primary job.    

    That was another story that made you listen to him for hours as he awkwardly fumbled around his words trying to make sense of his story. Incoherent mumblings as if he tried hiding what truly happened. You weren't a person to press on someone but you wanted to know more about the story.

    The evident friendship grew over the years but it seemed the progress because Steven was more confident. His aura was completely different from before. He was timid, shy, and awkward. He would always fidget as he prepared your drink. But, his posture was completely different now. His shoulders were raised, and the bags underneath his eyes seem to lessen as the color of his tan skin seem to come back to normal. He was more in control.

    You noticed over a month ago how more control he seemed to be. The attraction you felt towards Steven grew. Especially now, as he was in your view with his back turned towards you. The sweet aroma of your favorite coffee being brewed invaded your senses, immediately relaxing you. "Good morning, [Name]!" Steven chirped happily.

    He didn't even have to turn around to know that you came in. A smile crept on your lips as you walked over to your regular spot. There was a bar-like seating where you could sit where the barista took orders. You took a spot on the cushion bar stool as you placed your backpack on the wooden bar top. "Good morning, Steven. Did you put the new plant I gave you in your fish tank?" You questioned, fumbling around the zipper of your backpack to pull out your laptop.

    "Yes! They love the new plant, they keep nibbling on it." Steven replied, turning around with your coffee in his hands, striding towards you, and placing the cup on the bar top. "Thank you for the plant. I heard that fake plants were terrible for them and I immediately threw them out as you said."

    "I'm glad you took my advice." You said, smiling at him as you placed your laptop next to the coffee. Your fingers curled around the drink, bringing it to your lips. The sweet aroma filled your nose, it may have been an addiction to the sweet smell of the same order you always get but the comfort of knowing that it can calm you down as well as the person standing behind the bar made your day better.

    Steven folded his arms on the bar top and leaned in. The liquid passed your parted lips, you let out a sigh of contempt quirking an eyebrow at a smiling Steven. Your heart hammered in your chest as your eyes bore back to Steven. His messy curls fell over his forehead, his dark chocolate eyes twinkled with almost seems like mischief. His shoulders were relaxed as the bags under his eyes almost completely disappear. He looks like he finally got a good night's sleep.

    You let out a hum of curiosity as you lowered the drink from your lips. "Oh, you got something on you," Steven said as he pointed out the liquid that resided on the corner of your lip. "Let me just. . ." He grabbed a towel that was inside of the pocket of his apron. He leaned in closer as he pressed the corner of the towel against the side of your mouth.

    Your eyes slightly widened gazing at the man before you. You've been physically close to Steven before, he would sit next to you during his breaks. He would lean in close watching you write. That soft smile twitches on the corner of his lips as he read your work. He was your inspiration throughout a lot of your stories, he was the person that you would ask for advice when you wrote a new book. You were always shy about your writing but Steven brought out the uttermost confidence in you.

    In some ways, he was your best friend but in other ways, he was just the barista that you never asked to hang out with outside of his work. You talked to him about your life, your family and your job every time you visit. He did the same to an extent which you understand because he told you he doesn't have the best relationship with his parents. Mainly, he asks questions about you.

    Steven Grant. No matter what he did, he made your heart flutter. Especially now, his chocolate eyes boring into yours as he gently wiped the essence of coffee off of you. His eyes dilated and quickly pulled away. "I'm. . .I'm sorry." He let out an awkward chuckle. "I should have asked-"

    "No, no. It's okay. . ." You trailed off. You knew millions of different words in your mind to explain how you felt but none of them were proper to explain your feelings towards Steven and what he did. "Thank you." You ended up saying your gratitude.

    Steven lowered his hand to his side, clutching his fingers around the towel. Marc was scolding him from the nearby reflection of the pastry container. He had a crush on you for almost two years now, everything about you made his heart swell. The way you typed beautiful stories and some of them were based off of him which made him fall in love with you more because no one has ever written a story about him. You wrote all the best aspects of Steven, aspects that he's never seen or thought of himself.

    You came in every day except the days he wasn't there. He couldn't help but think that you did that on purpose. Steven liked you for a long time but never hung out with you outside of the shop or even asked you out. Marc had to watch and groan as each time Steven attempted to flirt with you. Marc witnessed the memories of Steven when they were dead, most of them contained you and he saw how Steven's eyes would soften at the memories, smiling widely at the fond memories.

    It was time that Steven confessed his love. Marc was going to make sure Steven confessed. "Are you going to do it or should I take control?" He questioned from the reflection.

    Steven shook his head. His cheeks burn glancing back at you, letting out an anxious sigh. "Um, are you writing your new book still? Is James giving you a hard time about it?" Steven decided to ask with a simple question.

    You rested your cup next to your laptop, trying to brush away the heat that filled your body from what Steven did. His touches always left you flustered. When his fingers brush against yours when he handed you the coffee or when his broad chest pressed against your back as he would watch you type away the ideas stored in your head. Or when his legs grazed yours as he subtly (in Marc's opinion not so subtle) get closer to you.

    You desperately wanted his hands on you all the time. "Yes." You let out a groan, opening your laptop, and pulling the top-up. "They apparently can't get enough of the story."

    Steven tilted his head as he crossed his arms across his chest. "By the way, love. You never told me what the book is about. You only ask me personal questions to write in your story. I'm beginning to think you're using me." Steven teasingly said, raising his brows in curiosity.

    Your body shivered from his nickname. He called you love and darling from the first day he met you. The nicknames made you flustered each time, it almost felt like a secret that was only between you two because he doesn't call other customers that name. You rolled your eyes, letting out a sarcastic laugh. "If I was using you, I would never forgive myself. You're too sweet." You lightly complimented, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

    You've been throwing your own hints at him, hoping that he would pick them up. But sadly, Steven (the poor sweet angel) was oblivious and thought you were being friendly. But the other way around as well, he would try his best to flirt and you would think he's being friendly. It was two love birds in love that didn't know how to properly express it. And you were tired of trying to subtly tell Steven that you liked (possibly love) him.

An idea formed in your head two months ago when he was gone on a mysterious trip and you didn't see him for a little while. You wanted to express your love for him in the only way you knew of.

Steven felt his cheeks burn as his hands fidget underneath his arms. A smile stretched across his lips as he tried to hide it. Marc was groaning from the reflection, he couldn't watch Steven awkwardly talk and not confess his love. Over the coffee run-ins, Marc watched through the eyes of Steven. He could see why Steven liked you, you're good for Steven. Steven needs that stability in his life that he never had before, you were the balance that calmed Steven through the chaos.

Not even the Egyptians who loved their pharaohs compare to the love Steven held for you in his fragile heart. Steven's love was eternal, complete, and beautiful. He deserves to share that love with you, Marc believed.

"You're. . .sweet," Steven muttered, closing his eyes tightly as he turned around grumbling how much of a dope he sounded. Marc couldn't watch anymore, he could die from awkward Steven was being and how terrible he was at flirting. He controlled the body, forcing Steven to walk out of the coffee-making area. "Marc!" Steven whispered with wide eyes as Marc forced him to sit down next to you.

You arched an eyebrow at Steven's nervous behavior as he plopped down next to you with an awkward breath of a laugh. "Are you okay?"

Steven frantically nodded, mentally telling himself to tell off Marc when they're only. "Yeah, yeah. I'm perfect. Swell. Too. . .sweet." He inhaled harshly through his nose, shaking his head at himself.

A soft smile spread on the corner of your lips. "Okay, Steven. . .well, if you want to know about my book." You turned the computer towards him presenting your work with that uttermost confidence he gave you. "My new book is romance. It's called Book Lovers."

"Book Lovers? I'm intrigued." Steven bore his eyes on the screen, glancing at you briefly to watch you talk about your new book. One of his favorite things about you is how you diligently spoke about your work. Your eyes would go into a daze, dreaming of the worlds you created. The excitement emitted off of you when you talked about your books and your new book ideas, confiding in him. Steven felt lucky you always confided in him, asking for his honest opinion and he would give it, and you would take it. "What is it about?"

"It's about two people. A girl who is a writer whose name is [similar to your name] and a man Stephen who works in the bookstore but is itching for an adventure and also wants to write books. Complete strangers but he starts telling her stories about Egypt, catching her eye with the fascinating stories that he has stored up in his head. The whole premise of the story is them loving each other but they don't confess their love because they think the other person doesn't like them."

Steven arched an eyebrow as he placed his index finger and thumb on his chin, thinking to himself. "That sounds awfully familiar. . .are you going to bookstores and falling in love with the bookkeeper?" His voice held a genuine question that made you sigh from how oblivious he was to the story. The story was about you and him, you wrote his name in a different format. Sometimes, you question yourself on why you like him but you couldn't blame him for how oblivious he is.

Steven never had any girls that liked him for who he is. Nobody took a second to listen to his interesting stories that he stored in his brain. He was a genuine and interesting person, it's a shame that everybody else doesn't see him like you do. "No. I only come here and come to see my favorite barista."

Steven scratched the back of his head, glancing around and seeing the other barista walk in. "Well, if you came here to see Michelle, I can call her over to you."

Marc brought his hand against his face, groaning at his alter. Even you parted your lips in confusion. "Steven, I'm talking about you." You replied with raised eyebrows.

"Oh!" Steven's voice squeaked a bit loudly as his tan cheeks reddened from how embarrassed he was. Never he thought you were his favorite barista, he hoped he could be your favorite person. "You're-You're my favorite customer. It's not like I don't like the other customers. . .well, I don't Donald. He's a mean grumpy man but there isn't any customer I deeply despise. But I don't love them like I love you, I mean in a friend love type of way. . .because you're my friend."

You tried to contain your giggling at Steven. He would go off on tangents of ramblings when he was extremely nervous so, every time you came into the coffee shop he would go off on those rambling tangents. You patted his back, trying to comfort him. "You're my friend as well." You wanted to be more than that, never in your life have you fallen for someone so hard and you didn't hang out with him outside of his work. How could you fall for someone just by the coffee run-ins?

Steven wanted more as well because the coffee run-ins weren't enough. The hours that seem to disappear while you were in the shop, writing your life away didn't seem enough to him. He wanted an adventure with you, truly, it was two souls seeking an adventure. To witness the world for its beauty, to not be a spectator. Life was mundane before Steven found out about Marc and the Moon Knight persona, days blended into what felt like he was wasting away his life.

But, you gave his life new meaning. But the sense of seeking adventure was bundled up in you as well. You wanted to seek that adventure that you explained in your book. Book Lovers was about you and Steven. That much was clear to Marc and he sighed heavily when Steven didn't get that. He was going to let Steven figure that out in the next ten minutes, if he didn't, he would intervene.

"Read me one of the passages," Steven asked, shuffling closer to you as his legs brushed against yours and his large shoulders grazed your shoulder. His eyes stared at your computer screen with a child-like excitement waiting for the story to be told.

"Okay. . ." You cleared your throat, glancing at Steven hoping he would understand the passage you're about to read. "The woman walked into the bookstore, completely enthralled with her book. She couldn't keep her eyes off the alluring story as her feet took her to her regular spot where she could waste her days reading away her life. Her life wasn't what she would have thought ten years ago when she was hopeful of the future of becoming a writer. The existential rude awakening of her reality that she faces now wasn't as buoyant as she thought."

"No, every rude awakening of her days felt bleak. Blasé from the everyday routine that she created those ten years ago to get where she was at. Every day felt like a brumous that hung heavily on her shoulders, weighing her down. Life wasn't an adventure anymore. Her face was always buried in a book, her eyes scanning every single word, absorbing that false world in which she wished to be in."

"But, what she didn't know was that there was a person. A person that felt her inner desires of that adventure standing near a bookshelf, taking inventory with a deep sigh of chagrin. Surely, he didn't think his life would go like this as well but when he lifted his head and saw her. Her careen walking had bumped her against his towering figure. She stumbled back as her book fell out of her hands. "I'm sorry." He said, awkwardly bending down to pick up her book. His fingers curled around the edge of the book and stared at it with a smile. "Hmm, The Crystal Forest?" She was taken back by how beautiful a man could look. His brown, curly hair fell over his forehead almost messily. His dark eyes bore into hers in a demure yet dreamy daze. "Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, but thy eternal summer shall not fade."

Steven quirked an eyebrow at this story. It felt awfully familiar to him as if. . . "Hey, that happened with us." He called out, abruptly stopping you as he tilted his head curiously.

A grin stretched on your lips as you continued to read. "She was shocked. She thought she was the only person to have read the story but she was wrong. Here was standing an awkward man who fidget around the pages with a glistening elation as a grin formed around his lips. As if the world suddenly glowed a brighter ecstatic Elysian world of colors that formed around this mystery man. Enthralled with this man, her heart begin to swell pumping very loudly in her ears. Steven Grant was the man she started to fall in love from the first encounter of his eloquent words spilling from his lips. The adventure she seek was not in the form of what she worked for years but in an exuberant man who brought out the best aspects of her. She loved him with each run-in, it was always him that she sought. She loved him since she laid eyes on him."

Steven felt his mouth slack as he languidly turned to you, furrowing his brows. "This. . .story is about me? Us? You. . .love me?" He shakily questioned, flickering his eyes over your face to see if this was a joke but it wasn't. The nervous smile that played on your lips as you closed your laptop.

"Yes."

Steven couldn't believe it. Who could love a man who was just a barista but the way you explained your story meant more than that. You didn't love him because he was a barista. You loved him because he brought out the adventure that you seek for all of your life. It wasn't in the form of your passion for writing, it was in the form of him.

You sat there, fiddling with your fingers hoping you didn't scare him off. His eyes were wide as he went into that daze. You let out a deep sigh, trying to contain your erratic heart. "Steven, snap out of it. She probably thinks you're rejecting her by not saying anything." Marc said from the nearby reflection.

"Right. . ." Steven mumbled out loud as closed his mouth. His tan cheeks flushed as his fingers curled around your hand. "I love you too. I loved you since I accidentally spilled coffee on you and read that passage to you. I love you more than Cleopatra loved Mark Antony.”

A chuckled let your parted lips as you stared at the man in front of you. Steven Grant was a person worth living for. The adventure you seek for years and here he was confessing his love. It almost felt like a dream. It felt like in every universe, this was meant to be. This was the paradox in the universe that was always supposed to happen. Perhaps in other universes, you met him in different ways but it’s always the same story because he fell in love with you in every universe.

You brought your hand against his face, and the padding of your fingers traced the existing scarring. He shivered from your touch as you pushed yourself up to meet his lips. His soft lips crashed against yours as his nose bumped messily against yours. Your fingers roamed from the faint scarring on his cheeks, weaving your fingers through his curly hair.

That explosion of colors seemed to erupt, fluttering in your chest as you closed your eyes. The taste of your favorite coffee invaded his senses. Never in his life did he think that the coffee run-ins would lead to the love of his life. Marc was proud of his alter for gettng the balls to kiss you. “Oi, Steven. No smooching with the customers on the job. You can shag later on your own time!” His manager called out.

Steven pulled back from your lips. His face erupted into a flustering mess. He completely forgot he was on the clock. “Oh, bollocks. I can’t lose another job.” He muttered.

A laugh escaped your lips, missing the tingling sensation of his lips against yours. “We can finish this later, go work.” You said, turning back on your chair.

Steven absolutely adored you, the smile on his face couldn’t be contained. He grabbed one of the napkins off of the counter, grabbing your pen and scribbled something down before he left. You grasped the note between your fingers and read it.

To be continued later, I want to take you to my favorite book store and have a date with you. Always remember,

In every universe, I would choose you.

And in every universe, you would choose him too. Who knew falling in love with a barista during your coffee run-ins would lead you to the paradox of falling in love with Steven Grant. Because in every universe, you did love him.

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[plainemmanem]

okay so my best friend came to spend easter with my family last year after i had moved away and my mom did an easter egg hunt for us (mind u we were literally 19) and it just makes me think that like . ur mom would make steve feel included in holidays like easter egg hunting or pumpkin carving or like presents under the tree with his name on it and just cute like little kid stuff that he never got to do ://///////////

YEAH:’) ITS WHAT HE DESERVES

after a few miserable holidays at steve’s house, you guys have kind of got it down to a science. you’ll visit his family a few days BEFORE the actual holiday, and then you’ll spend the actual celebration with your family. and you guys do this for everything: thanksgiving, easter, new years, everything.

so when it’s halloween time, your mom will get an extra pumpkin for steve, and he’s always so surprised she remembered to get one for him. and since he’s never really done it before, your mom has to help him and he’s trying so hard and listening to all her instructions. she’s like “right, right, that’s good, oh, oh, but just remember steven that when you’re cutting the whole at the top, you wanna cut it, at an angle, like this see?” and she takes the knife from him and shows him and he’s watching like “😦oh yep, yep! see i never would’ve thought of that. so it doesn’t fall to the bottom, that’s smart wow!” and he looks so young and happy and it makes your heart ache that he gets to finally appease his inner child

and on christmas he gets an honorary family christmas sweater and he’s on the christmas cards that your mom sends out to everyone and he’s included in the family gift exchange. and your dad gets him for secret santa and he gets steve a model car figurine that he mentioned to him a long time ago when they were discussing cars and things and when he opens it steve can’t believe, he can’t believe your dad would remember him offhandedly saying that so long ago. and he gives him a firm handshake and a “thank you sir, it’s really. it’s really too much.” and you’re dad’s like “of course i got it for you, son, you’d mentioned you were looking to buy it yourself. thought i’d save you the hassle” and they’re both trying so hard to not be emotional and it’s so precious. and your mum puts gifts under the tree specifically for him, and they have little stickers with his name on it and your whole family watches as he opens them and he feels so loved in that moment, more than he ever had in his own home.

and when it’s his birthday, your family insists on throwing him a little party, just the family. and they all get him small little gifts and make him wear the ridiculous little “birthday boy” hat and your mom is taking SO MANY pictures as he’s blowing out the candles and she lets him cut the cake. and there no talk about “when are you gonna get a real job?” or “steven when are you going back to school?” like his parents would say, it’s just. nice. your dad asks if he has any birthday plans and tells him you two should take some sort of big road trip the next time you have time off. and your mom is telling him about what her 20’s were like, and how he has to enjoy his youth while he’s still young! and he’s just so incredibly happy to be thought of at all, but it makes your heart so full to see him happy and to see how right it feels to have him in your life

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you

[fettuccin-e]

Our favorite boys!! This show continues to take over my life and I truly don't know if I will ever be the same. Marc and Steven are both so wonderful and also I am constantly horny for Oscar Isaac so that doesn't help.

Too Much 18+

>> Steven doesn’t have a whole lot of experience with this kind of thing, and with a girl like you, sometimes he can get a little overwhelmed in the best of ways. (I wanted to write something where Steven gets pussydrunk that’s it babey) w/c: 838

Gold-Skinned and Eager 18+

>> You confess to Steven that no one has ever eaten you out before. Steven wants to show you what you've been missing for so long. (soft!dom steven is my lifeblood god bless) w/c: 1.0K

Make It Bruise 18+

>> You've been a brat to Steven all day, in the hopes that you can finally just make him snap and fuck you as rough as he can. You succeed, but Steven needs to punish you first. (steven is definitely more of a dom in this one hooray) w/c: 1.5K

A Little Show 18+

>> Steven finds out of about the job you used to have before you met him. You brace yourself for his rejection, but Steven has a far different reaction. It's a reaction you both can enjoy. (written for kinktober day 10: stripping) w/c: 1.3K

Like It Like That 18+

>> Marc makes Steven want to try something a little different with you. No, it makes him need to try something different. You're happy to let him. (written for kinktober day 16: role-reversal) w/c: 897

Man in the Mirror 18+

>> Steven watches you and Marc from the mirror across the bed. He should give you both privacy, but Steven can't seem to pull himself away. (written for kinktober day 19: voyeurism) w/c: 1K

It's Never Easy 18+

>> You just need relief, so badly, but Steven doesn't want to let you cum. The other boys seem to agree. (a fic with all three moonboys. written for kinktober day 24: edging) w/c: 1.3K

"Well, I've honestly never had sex before..." - Blurb Request (featuring virgin!Steven)

"Just a little more." - Blurb Request (featuring softdom!Steven)

Far Too Long 18+

>> Marc’s been gone for so long, and your dildo is barely enough to tide you over until your boyfriend is with you again. Luckily, Marc is getting back home earlier than you first thought. (daddy Marc catches her with her favorite toy and rails her into next week, that’s it) w/c: 1.6K

Glowing White 18+

>> Marc thinks the suit is ridiculous, you think it’s fucking hot. And when he looks like that, you can’t keep your thoughts to yourself for too long. (she fucks Marc in the moon knight suit. there u go) w/c: 1.1K

How Many Does It Take 18+

>> Marc is ridiculously good in bed. Almost too good. You've tried to tell him that it's too much, that you're too sensitive, but he just keeps going. You know how to make it all stop. (there is safe word use in this one!! but its not suuuuper angsty!!) w/c: 1.3K

A Soft Ray of Sunlight 18+

>> Marc finds you in his clothes. It affects him a bit more than he thinks it should. w/c: 1.7K

Sandwiched between Marc and Layla 18+

>> A blurb about what it would be like to be between Marc and Layla. (w/c: 146)

In The Rearview 18+

>> Jake loves taking you dancing, but his favorite part is the end of the night, when he can get you hot and bothered. So bothered, in fact, that you just can’t wait until you get home. (she’s getting fingered in the car you guys) w/c: 1.4K

#noodlemasterlist

[pantherastevens]

His Sunshine in the Darkness: It All Started With Her Smile

Hello everyone~ I'm back, and it's with a new little series (technically, it's really just one extremely long story, but I broke it up in parts because if not, this post would be dumb long). I literally read two Yandere!Miles fics and kinda been obsessed with the idea (?) ever since.

Here are the two works, written by the lovely @l0v3morales (please write more of these, I'm begging you):

Stay With Me

Yours Forever

Thus I present to you, His Sunshine in the Darkness: Part One! This will most likely be divided into three parts (because I'm still writing this story, I'm currently at 12,838 words and counting. Buckle up kiddies, this is gonna be a long one).

I title Part One, "It All Started With Her Smile." I'm gonna ease y'all in with some fluff. Enough of me rambling. Enjoy!

Warnings: None, unless you're allergic to fluff

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It all started with her smile. 

Miles Gonzalo Morales was the new kid at Visions. It was the middle of the recorded school year, and he was a new kid. He wasn't a huge fan of the school, but his parents insisted it would be good for him... whatever that meant.

The first few days, he pretty much kept to himself. Socializing wasn't his strong suit, and he didn't desire to make a fool of himself in front of his new classmates, who seemed to understand that he didn't belong like the rest. It just so happened the school was "generous" enough to recognize he had a brain and offer him a scholarship to be there. His only escapes were his dorm (Ganke seemed like a cool enough guy), his home, and his art class.

Miles loved to draw more than anything. Whether it be his pencils, markers, or his uncle's spray paints, he found his freedom. Freedom to be himself.

And she noticed it too.

Panthera Stevens was a fellow freshman who shared quite a few classes with him—even art. She had to be the prettiest girl that he's ever seen. Smooth chocolate skin, thick dark shoulder-length locs, naturally full brows, plump lips, and almond-shaped expresso-colored eyes. Miles admired the girl from afar, seeing how he wasn't sure how to approach the beauty (Miles didn't care what his uncle said. The "hey" trick had to be the stupidest and most embarrassing thing he's ever heard.)

So you could imagine the boy's surprise when he heard the screech of a chair being pulled up next to him and found her big dark brown eyes staring into his soul.

"Hey, you're Miles, right," she said with a smile. The boy could feel his face heating up at the sweet sight.

'She even has dimples... Buen Dios Todopoderoso, ella es tan linda...'

"U-uh... yeah, that's me," he said, fidgeting with his pencil. Panthera giggled, making the boy's blush worse.

"Nice to meet you, Miles. I'm Panthera. I couldn't help to notice that you're always by yourself and... well, I was wondering if we could become friends," she said; a bit of shyness could be seen in that smile. The boy blinked owlishly at her.

His crush wanted to be friends with him? The awkward, quiet new kid?

"I'm sorry, was I being too forward," Panthera asked, mistaking the boy's silence as rejection. Miles mentally slapped himself, urging his mouth to form words.

"N-No! Not at all. I-I would love to be friends with you!" That could've come out much smoother, but it still did the job.

Panthera Stevens' smile could rival the sun at that very moment, and Miles wanted to bask in it forever.

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Panthera and Miles became close friends very quickly. They would have study sessions at least three times a week and pretty much hung out every other weekend. Miles brought her to meet his parents toward the end of their freshmen year. 

As expected, Panthera was the perfect angel. She came to the apartment in one of the prettiest dresses he's ever seen with a bouquet in hand.

He always remembers her soft laugh at his dumbfounded expression.

"What are you staring at, Mi?" God, that nickname will always make his stomach explode with butterflies...

"I-uh, it's j-just that..." Panthera blinked those pretty eyes at him, waiting for him to finish.

"You look so beautiful, gatita," Miles muttered breathlessly. Panthera did a cute shy shuffle. A sweet smile could be found on those pretty lips.

"Thank you, Mi. My Baba always told me a good first impression is everything." Miles nodded mindlessly, eyes still trained on her lips.

"Mijo? Is that your friend at the door? Don't keep her waiting now!" Rio's voice broke the trance on the boy, who promptly ushered the girl inside. Miles secretly smiled as the girl slid off her shoes and left them by the front door, already knowing his parents would like that.

The meeting went even better than the young boy expected. Panthera greeted his parents with the same smile as when they first met. She called them by their last names. She gifted his mother with the bouquet, who happily accepted the flowers—even going as far as explaining the meaning of each one.

"I wanted to find something to represent the family you two built. The Black-Eye Susans represent justice, seeing how you live to serve and protect Mr. Morales. The Daylilies represent the Chinese emblem for the mother of the home, something you're doing such a wonderful job at, Mrs. Morales. And finally, the honeysuckle represents your love for each and your son. I hope you like them."

The more his parents talked with the girl, the more taken they were with her. Rio insisted that she stay for dinner, which Panthera accepted. As the two women entered the kitchen, Miles turned to find his father looking down at him with a knowing smile.

"You know, son, you seem pretty taken by Panthera... you sure you two are just friends?" Jefferson did his best not to laugh too hard at the sight of his son's red face.

"C'mon papá, stop it. W-we're just friends, nothing more," Miles huffed, not without shooting a glance of longing at the kitchen. 

Panthera and his mamá seemed to chat joyfully, Panthera even stepping alongside Rio to help cook dinner. Rio's green eyes glowed with approval as she taught the girl how to make Mofongo. 

God, if that didn't do funny things to his heart...

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Miles knew his feelings were getting stronger by the day in their sophomore year. There wasn't a sketchbook he now owns that didn't have a sketch of Panthera somewhere among the pages. After meeting his parents, Rio insisted he bring her around as often as possible. His room started carrying the faint smell of her and her vanilla and coco musk perfume. 

If he cuddled his pillow that carried the scent of her hair oil that smelt like pineapples, that shouldn't be anyone's business but his own.

The boy had it bad.

Everyone in his family could see it. 

Uncle Aaron had demanded that he introduce the girl he was partially head over heels in love with (Miles can't even deny it anymore, it's been at least a year.) Only to find out it was Eric's little girl, who Aaron had basically adopted as his niece. The man was ecstatic over the fact, privately telling Miles that Panthera would make a kickass future wife. Miles nearly screamed that he was too young to think about that (even though that thought has passed his mind... multiple times.)

She was invited to his dad's party to celebrate his upcoming position of becoming the Police Captian. It was a little embarrassing having his family coo and giggle at the two of them, excitingly asking Miles if she was his girlfriend. Panthera was nice enough not to laugh out loud at the permanent blush that settled on his cheeks.

Miles thought his head would explode when his mom had the DJ play a song with everyone breaking into couples to dance bachata. 

"C'mon, Miles! You could dance with Panthera," Rio encouraged as she danced with her husband, who looked a little awkward trying to keep up with his wife's graceful movements. Panthera cocked her head at the boy, reminding him of the animal he, oh so fondly, nicknamed her.

"I don't mind dancing with you... but I don't want to step on your toes," Panthera offered. Miles focused on the girl, not the heat melting his face.

"I doubt you could do that, gatita. I could show you some basic steps," Miles said. Panthera nodded, relaxing as she allowed the Afro-Latino to guide her through the dance. Once she felt she got a feel of it, she was able to flow much easier with the boy. Miles' could feel his heart pounding away at his ribcage as he twirled the girl under his arm before holding the beauty close once more. 

"I don't think I ever told you how beautiful you look tonight, gatita," Miles said softly as he rested his forehead against hers. Panthera's dark eyes twinkled at him.

"Thank you, Mi. I asked my dad to take me shopping for the occasion. Since I was gonna meet more of your family and all," she said shyly. Miles couldn't help but drink at the sight of her for the umpteenth time that night. 

"I'm going have to send him a thank you card then. Not for just the outfit but for siring the most beautiful girl of all of Brooklyn," he said, a flirty grin tugging on his lips. Panthera laughed freely, the sound reverberating deep in her throat.

"Mi! Such a flirt," she giggled as she was spun about yet again. The girl seemed at peace, humming contentedly as she felt the heat of Miles' palms bleed through the material of her dress. Miles couldn't help the easygoing smile tugging on his lips as he lost himself in the music and those sparkling eyes.

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"Your dad's speech was beautiful." Miles turned to look at the girl next to him. The pair decided to get some air from all the people. Panthera was looking out at the party lighting up the rooftop, her face glowing from the bright lights. Miles knew this image of her would be the newest addition to his sketchbook later that night when everyone went home, and he was alone in his room.

"Yeah, it definitely was," Miles said softly. Panthera turned to him, reaching up to cup Miles' face with her hands.

'So soft...' Miles thought as he was pulled to Panthera's height. Puberty finally decided to be nice to him these past few months and give him some inches, much to Panthera's annoyance.

"Something in me is telling me to say this, so listen to me for a second, yeah?" Panthera could be reading dictionary definitions to him, and he would still hang onto her every word like he was now.

"Y-Yeah, sure. Anything for you, princesa," Miles mumbled. Panthera chuckled and shook her head at the nickname. Miles could tell he managed to fluster her a little, which he joyfully counted as a win.

"Never for one moment think you're alone. You have beautiful parents who love you more than life itself. You have a dope ass uncle who considers you as his own son. And you have me. I wasn't sure what would happen the first day I sat next to you in art class, but I can say this is something I cherish deeply. You will always have me, Miles. Even if you feel like the world is crashing down around you... when you feel as if you have no one left... when you want to fall into the darkness... I'll be there to shield you as best I can. I'll be there to hold your hand. I'll be there to show you the light. I love you, Mi. Always." Miles felt his heart stall.

'I love you, Mi...'

God, Miles knew that Panthera could just be confessing her love for him as a friend, but his lovesick brain wouldn't let him see it as such. He wants to believe that Panthera sees him as something more. See them as something more.

Miles' shaky hands found Panthera's waist, tugging her closer.

"T-Thank you, Panthera... a-and I-I love you too," the boy whispered, breathless by the sheer intensity of it all. Her eyes, her warmth, her scent, her lips-

Miles nervously licked his own as he focused on Panthera's. So many times, he's daydreamed and dreamed about those lips. Full, soft, and how so kissable. He often saw her put on some tinted lip oil (she barely believes in chapstick, only having one or two as a backup) which made them all the more enticing. It made the boy wonder what flavors she uses and how good she'll taste. 

He may have kissed his pillow pretending it was Panthera for practice, but again, that was nobody's business but his own.

Miles leaned in, watching for the girl's reaction to him. Those sweet dark eyes lower, eyeing his wet bottom lip. Her hands migrated to his shoulders as she carefully balanced on her toes.

"I love you, mi vida," he whispered in the small space between their lips. He could hear the soft hitch in the girl's breath at his quiet confession.

There was no denying it. He loves Panthera Genesis Stevens. And finally, one of his fantasies was about come true.

Miles closed his eyes as he felt their lips brush against each other... only for them to snap open when he heard,

"Hey Miles, you up- WHOA, MY GOD!" Miles and Panthera instinctively jumped away from each other to find an embarrassed Jefferson and an exasperated Rio. 

"Dios mío, amor. I told you that there was a chance they would be up here and to leave them be. Now look what you have done," Rio playfully scolded her husband. Miles groaned out of embarrassment, tugging his braids while Panthera laughed nervously.

"Sorry about disappearing like that, Mr. and Mrs. Morales. Was there something that you need," Panthera asked, hoping to ease the tension and move on from... what almost happened between her and their son. Jefferson, still fighting off his embarrassed blush, let out a chuckle.

"Nothing crazy important. We just wanted to let you kids know that we're about the cut the cake Miles brought. Just in case you wanted some." The pair nodded.

"Yeah, we'll be there in a few minutes. Thanks for letting us know, papá," Miles said, finding the city skyline much more interesting than it was a minute ago. He could hear his mother's quiet laughter, dragging his father away to leave him alone with Panthera again. Before he could turn to her to apologize (for what, Miles wasn't entirely sure because, damn it, he wanted that kiss to happen), he felt something on his cheek.

That something was Panthera.

He turned to the girl, whose arms wrapped around one of his. She had a goofy smile.

"Don't apologize, alright? We're fine, I promise. Now come on, I heard you got red velvet, and I always wanted to try it!" Miles allowed himself to be dragged away by the cheerful girl, hand on the cheek that held a faint kiss print.

Not exactly what he was hoping for... but he certainly isn't complaining. And also trying to figure out how was he going to wash his face but preserve the mark...

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Tags: @444morales thanks for being an amazing friend to listen to all my random ideas at odd hours at night. 💜💜💜

-Translations-

~Spanish~

Buen Dios Todopoderoso, ella es tan linda : Good God Almighty, she's so cute

Gatita : Kitten

Mijo : Darling

Papá : Dad

Princesa : Princess

Mi vida : My life

Dios mío, amor : My God, love

#atsv #across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 oc #earth 42 miles x oc #panthera stevens #spiderman across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles fluff #fluff #His Sunshine in the Darkness #His Sunshine in the Darkness Part One #rio morales #Earth 42 Rio Morales #jefferson davis #jefferson morales #Earth 42 Jefferson Davis #Aaron Davis #miles g morales #Spotify

[spider-biter]

🌙 Late Afternoon Sun ☀️ - Marc Spector/reader

Summary: A brief glimpse into your life with former mercenary Marc Spector

Warnings: mentions of knives, mild talk of blood. You cut ur hand open on accident so!

A/N: im in the trenches so this might suck idk. btw POVs are so weird so if it’s a lil funky- I know- please lmk what you thought!!! I look at every like/reblog :) love u guys!

Rating: pure ache-inducing fluff. pls send help I’m so touch starved-

Marc Spector was a terrible cook.

Jake could somehow cook the most delicious, spicy, authentic Guatemalan food you have ever tasted. Steven could make every vegan dish under the sun. But Marc Spector could barely boil a hotdog. Which is why you were currently triple checking the oven to make sure it was on.

It was supposed to be a simple meal. Something with bell peppers, carrots, and maybe some ground beef if Steven let us. But so far it had been 20 minutes of pure chaos in our small kitchen.

Marc had just walked in from work, hearing the soft words of Elvis float through the flat. He gently set his keys down and smiled to himself. Even after the day he had at work he still got to come home to you. He wandered into the kitchen before sitting down on one of the barstools. Your back was turned to him double checking the recipe. You turned around before being surprised at seeing him.

“Marc! Holy shit, you almost made my heart stop!” ‘We seriously need to get him a fucking bell’ you thought. You swore you can hear Steven a mile away & hear Jake's curses down the hallway, but Marc somehow always snuck up on you.

“Now you know how I feel sweetheart” he joked, leaning on his chin. You rolled your eyes in response before going back to cutting vegetables.

“How was work?” To some, it was a bland question. But to Marc? After fighting his whole life, his whole childhood, to be asked such simple and mundane questions, and have someone care? It meant the world. So he smiled and started talking about his simple day job. It wasn’t anything super fun or amazing, just helping with INTERPOL data across Europe & risk assessments, but such a simple life was what he wanted.

You both talked about life, simple parts of your days. You listened to him talk about the trip he’s going on in 2 weeks to bust some Polish drug ring, and he listened to you rant about some random work drama. It was nice.

Until you sliced your fucking hand open.

“Shit” you softly uttered, setting down the knife. Marc stopped mid-sentence and quickly got up.

“Hey hey hey, it’s gonna be ok, grab a towel and apply pressure,” he held your shoulders as you pressed the towel against the wound. It wasn’t deep enough for stitches or anything, and it didn’t hurt super bad. But still, slicing your hand open was not what you felt like doing today.

“Ok, once the bleeding has stopped we’re gonna rinse it out, alright? No soap or anything, just water,” he explained, putting the vegetables away. You of course laughed, before reminding him that you weren’t 7.

To which he replied “I know but I gotta make sure my girl is alright,” before going and grabbing the first aide kit. You rolled your eyes smiling as you rinsed your wound out.

He came back in and guided you over to the bare stool before taking your hand. “At least I won’t complain about your bandaging technique” you smiled. Marc always had a critique when it came to how you wrapped up his knuckles after a night. Of course, it was all in good fun but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes in return.

“Hush or I’ll use alcohol instead of Hydrogen peroxide.” He smirked. You and him sat like that for maybe 5 minutes. Softly quipping back and forth, he tenderly addressed your cut.

Marc softly wrapped the gauze around your palm, securing it in place with some weird medical magic. He then turned your hand over and brought it up to his lips, before softly kissing it. “So romantic,” you blushed.

“And it’s nothing less than what you deserve,” His eyes danced with mischief before standing up, still holding your hand gently. You stood up as well before pulling him into a hug. A feeling of just love and utter devotion swept through you the moment he softly kissed your hand.

‘This man deserves nothing less than the world’ you thought, ‘and I’ll give him exactly that’ You tried your hardest to communicate that with the hug, hoping he understood.

What you didn’t know was that, while Marc wasn’t normally as much of a touch lover as Jake or Steven, he could still tell that this hug was simply filled with raw, pure, love. His dad was never the type to give him a hug, it was just something they never did. Especially around his mom. The last hug he probably ever got was from Layla, before the whole Egyptian god thing.

So he stood stunned for a second before gently hugging back. You smiled and leaned into the nape of his neck. It felt like a cosmic want, to be as close to him as possible. And so we stood there for what felt like an eternity of bliss.

You pulled away and lightly held his forearms and stared into his eyes.

“Marc Spector. I love you so so so much. I am the luckiest person in the world to have found you. You are loveable. You are loved by me.”

Your hand moved to softly cradle his cheek and wipe away a stray tear. His eyes were watering and his brow had an adorable crease in the middle.

“I love you in every way that I know how. You are more than enough. You are my universe”

You finished and leaned in to kiss him. His lips met yours, and in that moment, in every universe, you fell in love 100 times over.

When you finally broke for air, you leaned together, foreheads touching. His thumbs rubbed circles over your hands, careful not to disturb the gauze. And you stood, in the middle of the cozy flat. The late afternoon sun casts a soft hue over everything, emulating the warmth in your heart. ‘This is our home. They are my home.’ you thought.

He pulled back before hooking his hands around your hips, his eyes still staring into yours.

“I love you. I know it’s not the most romantic way to say it, but I would relive every single part of my life 100 times over, if it meant I still get to see you every time I wake up”

Your brain quickly floundered. Marc had told you about his past. About Wendy. About Randall. About his alcoholism. And he said he would do it all 100 times over??? Just for you?? You were damn near speechless.

‘Holy shit. I think I just fell in love all over again.’ You thought before giving him a watery smile. “Even if I wake you up early?” You laughed.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Yes. Even if you wake me up despicably early.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. In actuality, your heart was on fire for this man. You’ve never felt so much love and happiness in your life. He let out a soft chuckle before leaning in for a kiss. Right as you were about to too, the oven beeped.

“Oh shit! The peppers!” You quickly left his soft hold and grabbed the oven mitt. Taking out your peppers you turned and saw Marc looking at you like you kicked a puppy.

“What? I couldn’t forget my peppers!” You said innocently as you turned the oven off. The peppers in question were burnt beyond saving.

“You are so going to pay for that,” Marc smirked from across the island

You were almost tempted to play dumb, but the look in his eyes was obvious.

“Mhmm yeah definitely, but is that gonna be before or after we eat plain charred bell peppers for dinner?” You said sarcastically motioning to the empty counter.

He simply shrugged before walking around and saying “I guess that depends on how long the delivery guy takes.” He said fake innocently.

Your hands went to his shoulders, peppers long forgotten. “Or we could just ask them to drop it at the door, no interruptions required…” You whispered softly in his ear.

Something in his eyes shifted before you felt yourself being picked up bridal style and carried to the bedroom. “Put me down, Marc!!” You laughed tightening your grip around his neck.

“We still have to place the order!” You joked as he made his way through the flat. He rolled his eyes and smiled at you as we walked through the flat. “Good lord, are you trying to make me beg for it?” He playfully raised his eyebrow.

“Maaaaybe,” You said barely containing your smile and looking away.

“Not gonna happen, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “If anything-“

“Marc!” You laughed, “Before you finish that sentence I need to remind you that we are both fully clothed. And that’s a problem that needs to be solved.” He looked down at you before gently setting you down on the bed.

“A problem? Whatever will we do about that?” He smiled as the door clicked shut.

Let’s just thank the lord that UberEats still delivers at 3 am.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector #moonknight x reader #moon knight #steven grant reader #steven grant x reader #Marc Spector reader #soft #domestic Marc Spector #soft Marc Spector #marvel #mcu

[the-force-awakens]

"i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me." reader and either Jake or Marc <3

gender-neutral reader, references to a (failed) mugging (mack u really gave me an opportunity to indulge the plot bunny I've had since April), marc/reader but w references to jake/reader & steven/reader for u, my warm beverage agenda strikes again. ~500 words.

Steven insists on bringing you back to their apartment — flat, Marc corrects himself before Steven can — after they'd rescued you from a pair of would-be muggers on your way home from the coffee shop.

Which is more than fine with Marc, who doesn't want to take his eyes off you, to reassure himself that you're fine, that they hadn't hurt you. It could have been so much worse: it could have been more than a couple of kids that were easy to scare off just by arriving; it could have been leftover reserves from Harrow's cult or any other number of Khonshu's enemies.

They could've been too late.

They weren't though, which Steven is quick to remind him as Jake holds you until you fall asleep that night, relishing in the rise and fall of your chest, the tiny puffs of air you breathe against his throat as you burrow as close to him as possible.

When Marc wakes up the next morning, however, the bed beside him is empty. He's up in an instant, heart hammering a tattoo against his ribcage, and your name on the tip of his tongue —

But then you pad around the bookcase that obscures his sight of the kitchen, wearing a pair of boxers and one of his shirts, two steaming mugs in your hand. Noticing his look of distress, you wince and hold one of the cups up higher than the other, “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.”

"You -” he stops himself, seeing no point in lying and partially because he's still working to get air back into his lungs. Marc crosses the room in a few east strides, carefully extricates the mugs from your hands to sit on one of little tables Steven has set up to carry books, and pulls you in for a hug, kisses the top of your head - "it's alright. I coulda brought you some coffee.”

“No, I know, I just…” you falter for a minute, pulling back just enough that you can look at him - really look at him, his sleep tousled hair, his dark soft eyes, and inviting mouth - and your heart skips a beat, it really does. “I just wanted to thank you for saving me last night.”

"That's our job,” Marc says. "No need to thank us.”

Your eyes crinkle a little bit, sparking with mischief. “No?”

"Nah.”

"Not even if the thank you came in the form of a kiss?”

He wavers, then smiles just a tiny bit, which is a rare sight but becoming a little more frequent since they met you. “I mean, I'm not gonna say no to that but I mean it. You're ours to protect and we always will.”

You melt against him at that, expression softening too. “You're mine too,” you say as you draw him in to kiss him slowly and it's like coming back to life, kissing you, loving you, saving you.

And Marc knows what that feels like all too well.

#marc spector x reader #reader fic #myfic #buckyisdisabled #also. fhddksk. this is like my second time ever writing a marc reader fic so im Just A Smidge Nervous

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mac i am so sorry to enter ur inbox with more qsmp but oh my god. qcellbit update. so he talked to bagi. his sister. he still doesn't remember her. he still needs time to process everything but she said she's waited fifteen years so she can wait a few more days. i'm crying and sobbing rn. also he doesn't even fucking remember what he did to get thrown in prison, all he knows is that he was killing people to survive one day and another he was behind bars. i'm UNWELL!!! he got called in to talk to cucurucho (the fuckin THING that's kind of the federation mascot and it tortured cellbit with a chainsaw months ago FUCK CUCURUCHO ALL MY HOMIES HATE CUCURUCHO) and he was just. fucking tired. yesterday he messed with the feds quite publicly and cucurucho questioned him about it and he said "i don't care what you do to me, you can torture me, i don't care. i just want my family back, i want a future with them. just give me peace. let me rest." HE SOUNDED SO FUCKING TIRED. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE WAS SAYING UNTIL SOMEONE POSTED A TRANSLATION BUT HE SOUNDED SO SO SAD. AND NOW CELLBIT HIMSELF IS GOING TO TWITCHCON SO QCELLBIT IS TAKING A WEEK LONG DEPRESSION NAP. MAC CAN U HEAR ME. I'M UNWELL. I'M LOSING IT. THIS IS ME RN

anyway. hows ur day. i might go watch some steven universe bc i have been meaning 2 rewatch it (or adventure time!!!! one of the two for sure) take a short break from binge watching hannibal 2 watch a silly funny cartoon :3 also still trying to make my way thru marble hornets again it's just such an insane series 2 rewatch u know but i'm getting there!!! sorry i am just currently lying on the floor in my brain thinking about qsmp i had 2 tell u what happened 2 ur blorbo in law today

NEVER APOLOGIZE TO ME ABOUT PUTTING STUFF IN MY INBOX I LOVE GETTING MAIL I LOVE LEARNING THROUGH OSMOSIS I LOVE LISTENING 2 PPL TALK ATBT THINGS THEY LOVE

that sounss aboslutely DEVASTATING btw. oh my god. so the whole thing is like.. she remembers him but he doesnt remember her ?? GODDDD thats so upsetting. im glad hes getting 2 take a nap even if it is a depression one sigh. oh man oh man i love this.

my day was! good i think! i have not had a day to reat since my whole job shadow debacle last week so im kimd of running on fumes BUT . i have off work tmw so im gonna get a haircut and feel all good about everything. and maybe work on some art bc im now caught up to my pre prepped invertober images and i have a couple other time sensitive things like that. ougah. we keep truckin. ive got a huge backlog of youtube videos to watch from last week + beginning of this week i cannot Wait to get thru those and also watch more adventure time !! bc i have offically gotten to Stakes (a marcelone centric mini series) and it is one of my favorite eras ever. i love you vampire lore!!!

#im like... skooo tired rn. i dont have ANY more words left in me. #but like i also dont want 2 sleep yet #i didnt shower this morning bc our gas lines have been down for like 3 days and we ran out of hot water #BUT theyre back up now. but also its like 11pm and my family is asleep and i dont want to wake them up #but i feel soooooo gross and greasy #+ my hair is at that point where its like. Uncomfortably Long. getting back into oh fuck i look like a girl territory. eugh #but its FINE bc im getting it CUT tomorrow. my favorite place had one (1) opening tomotrow afternoon so i snatched that shit up RIGHT away #uhhh what else. i watched some scary movies today those r always fun. #every day i yearn to be a) a man covered in blood or b) a vampire bite victim but like in a fun homoerotic way #those two things are not mutually exclusive but you know what i mean. i need 2 look like will graham #asks #friends!!! #anachronistic-falsehood #i am also revisiting an old blorbo rn and the nostalgia is hitting sooooo badly #i will not name this blorbo bc im not into public humiliation like that but ohh my god. favoritest guy ever. #fundamentally changed my life type character. #category 7 insane person moment. we stay silly !!! #im like. sooooo sleepy and rambly but also i feel a little bit like an oyster rn