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steven1123x · 1 month

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Slipped Away

It’s Steven’s birthday and Greg is thinking about his mom. But, that won’t get in the way of their fun day out in Delaware.

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He missed her… He missed everything about her… Her smile, her laugh, her curiosity about Earth. Everything….

He misses his girlfriend dearly.

Greg Universe sighed, and checked his phone — It was August 15, Steven’s Birthday. Greg looked up at the ceiling of the wooden beach house. He looked at his phone, his wallpaper was of him and Steven with the Crystal Gems. Greg sighed again, he opened his phone went to his camera roll, and found a file titled “Rose.” Greg’s finger hovered on the screen, He pressed it and then saw videos and pictures from his VHS tapes that he and Rose recorded together.

Greg saw his favorite one. That was the day that She was going to have a baby with him. When his girlfriend told him that she and Steven couldn’t both exist, he was devastated. He wanted to be with her for the rest of his life. He wanted to grow old with her — well, she couldn’t age because her body was just an illusion. Greg didn’t understand Gem stuff, and he probably never will but….

He knew that he missed her a lot. But, at least he has Steven. He smiled as he sat up, the man looked up at his loft bedroom, the half-gem was sleeping peacefully in bed. Steven was kind enough to have him stay over the night for his birthday tomorrow. Steven, Amethyst, Connie, Lapis, Paradot, and himself were all going to go to the arcade together.

Greg saw a video, he read the top of the screen that said August 2, 2000 9:42 PM. He clicked on it and started to watch it.

“Hey, you wanna dance?” Greg asked her. Rose smiled and walked towards him. Rose was nine months with Steven. And they were trying to spend as much time as possible.

Greg smiled as he set the camera up on a tripod. He walked over to her, wearing his Jordans that he got at a thrift shop. Rose had a pair of Jordans too, but the Nike Swoosh was hot pink — just like her hair color, and the rest of the shoe was white. They danced to the music of “Your Beautiful” by “James Blunt”

Greg and Rose both kissed after the song ended. Greg put his phone on the charger and tried to get to sleep.

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“Hello, people of YouTube!” Steven Quartz Universe said, smiling, it was eight in the morning in Beach City, and his laptop was playing Sonic The Hedgehog 4 music. He dressed in shorts, walked to his dresser, and picked out a shirt, he picked out a white Metelacia T-shirt, slipped it over his head adjusted it. He clenched the fabric softly where his gem was placed and smiled, he ran down the stairs with his camera and got started on breakfast.

“Okay… Let’s see—“

“STEVEN!” Amethyst screamed in his ear making the boy jump a few feet in the air. Literally.

“Ah, Amethyst!” he yelled. Amethyst laughed as she saw the half-gem boy float down to the ground.

“Happy Birthday, dude!” She said. Steven smiled and hugged his friend. “You excited for today?”

Steven nodded.

Amythest saw the camera recording. “Ohh! your vlogging for YouTube!” “Yeah! It’s a birthday vlog thingy,” he said as he continued cooking his eggs. he put them on a plate and ate them.

Just then, the screen door opened. It was Connie, Steven’s best friend. Steven ran up and hugged her. “Happy Birthday, Steven!” Connie said.

“Thanks, Connie!” he said happily. “Hey, where’s Pearl and Garnet?” she asked.

“I don’t know.” Then, he got a video call on his laptop, the music lowered as his MacBook Pro started showing an icon. Steven ran up the stairs, sat on his bed, and picked up his laptop, he saw that it said ‘Paradot’ He smiled as he clicked the green Accept button.

“Hey, Paridot, Lapis. What’s up?”

“Happy Birthday Steven!” Both Lapis and Paradot said.

Steven smiled. “Thank you,” he said.

“Hey, I’ll see you at the party.”

“Okay! we're having it at the arcade right?” Lapis asked the boy.

Steven nodded. Then she hung up after exchanging goodbyes. Steven walked downstairs and got a text from his dad.

Grab a pair of shoes, Schtu-ball.

Steven sent a thumbs up emoji and went upstairs grabbed his white and red Jordan’s and tied them with a pair of socks. He went downstairs, Connie was sitting in the kitchen with Amythest, talking. Greg walked in.

“Happy Birthday, Schtu-ball!” he said, Steven ran up to him and hugged him. “Thanks, Dad!” Greg smiled picked him up and spun him around. Steven laughed as he was being spun.

“You kids ready to go?”

“Yeah!” the three of them said.

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Steven was in the front seat of his father’s mid-1970s Dodge Tradesman, Amethyst and Connie both sat in the back then they got going. Greg put it on his iTunes and then picked out a song called 'Lonely Day' by 'System Of A Down.'

"Such a lonely day, and it's mine

The most loneliest day of my life

Such a lonely day should be banned

It's a day that I can't stand"

Greg and Steven sang the lyrics to the song, Steven opened the window and put his hand out, the smell of the sand and the salty beach air hit his nose as they drove.

"The most loneliest day of my life

The most loneliest day of my life

Such a lonely day shouldn't exist

It's a day that I'll never miss

Such a lonely day, and it's mine

The most loneliest day of my life"

Steven turned to his father, he was curious why they didn’t go to the arcade like they planned to.

"And if you go, I wanna go with you

And if you die, I wanna die with you

Take your hand and walk away"

The solo kicked in, they listened to it. Then someone broke the silence. “Yo, G. Why aren’t we going to the arcade?” Amethyst asked. Connie looked at the back of the driver’s seat. Greg smiled and said nothing, Steven was wondering that too.

“Daaaad! Why aren’t we going to the arcade?”

“You’ll see soon enough, Steven. It’s a surprise.” Seven nodded, stars still in his eyes as he sat there. Can’t help to contain his excitement for this trip.

"The most loneliest day of my life

The most loneliest day of my life

Life

Such a lonely day, and it's mine

It's a day that I'm glad I survived"

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They've made it to the Bowling Alley located in Pike Washington Delaware–Pleasant Hill Lanes was their party destination. Steven had birthday parties here since he started growing up at eight years old.

“Dad! Where bowling?!” Greg smiled and ruffled his fluffy hair. Steven smiled and stepped out of the van. He got a text from Pearl that their table was ready. Steven smiled as he saw the place.

The half-gem boy's eyes sparkled as he saw a spacious bowling alley with a large open area and various seating options. There are multiple rows of bowling lanes, some of which are lined with green pins. A total of six bowling lanes can be seen in the scene, each one having its own set of pins and bowling balls.

The room is filled with various furniture pieces such as chairs, couches, and tables. In addition to the bowling lanes, there are two couches placed at different locations within the space. One couch is situated closer to the left side of the room, while another is located near the right side. There are also several dining tables scattered throughout the area, offering a comfortable setting for guests to relax and enjoy their time.

“Where are Pearl and Garnet?” Connie asked.

“Pearl texted me that she was at lanes one and two,” Greg said. Steven ran to lane one to see the pale-skinned gem setting up. “Pearl!” Steven said, running towards her.

“Hello! Steven! Happy Birthday!” Pearl said, hugging him. “I can’t believe that you're fourteen!” Steven smiled and looked around, there were balloons, plates, and chairs decorated with a Transformers and Sonic The Hedgehog theme.

��Everything looks great, Pearl!” Greg said. She gave them a thumbs up.

“Who’s coming?”

“Sadie, Lars, Sour Cream, Onion, Kiki, and Buck,” she said, reading the names off her clipboard.

“Ugh, you look like a high school teacher holding that, dude.” Amethyst rolled her eyes at her.

“Amethyst!”

“What?! you do!”

“Hey, has anyone seen Garnet?”

“I asked her to get some food for the party,” Pearl told the man. Greg nodded

Steven looked at the arcade. “Amethyst, wanna play at the arcade?”

“Okay! Yo, Greg, can you give us some cash!” She asked, Greg nodded, pulled out his Batman wallet, and handed them twenty dollars.

“AWESOME!” Both Amythest and Steven both said, both Gem and Half-Gem ran to the arcade.

Then, Greg saw Garnet walk in holding veggie platters in her hands. “Hey, Garnet. What’s up?” Greg asked. Connie stood there, Greg noticed this. “Connie, you okay?”

“What? Yeah! I’m fine I’m going to play with Steven and Amythest.” she said, walking off.

Greg, Pearl, and Garnet were setting up. Garnet was opening up plates and napkins, Pearl opened up the veggie platter, she tried not to gag and cringe in disgust from the sight of food, and thinking about people eating it. Greg stared at her.

“Pearl, you alright?”

“Yeah yeah! I’m fine! just the sight of food makes me…..” she couldn’t finish that sentence.

Geeze… she’s so dramatic. Greg thought to himself, as he looked at his phone, Steven’s cake was ready to get picked up. He was going to a special bakery in Delaware to retrieve it.

Greg grabbed the keys to his van and he walked out of the building. He unlocked his van sat inside and turned it on, the engine hummed to life as he drove to the bakery.

He was at the bakery, A woman walked out with his cake. “Here you go, Mr. Universe.” Greg smiled as he paid for it. He grabbed the box and went back to his van.

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He drove back to Pleasant Hill Lanes and went inside. Steven, Connie, and Amythest were still playing in the arcade, Sadie was now there with Lars, Sour Cream, Onion, Buck, Kiki, Lapis, and Paradot.

“Hey Mr. U! Where’s Steven?” Buck Dewey asked the older man, who was holding the box.

“Oh, he’s in the arcade, let me text him,” he said, putting the cake down pulling out his iPhone 5s from his pocket, and texting him. The blue iMessage bubble pops up. Steven read it and typed back. OK, I’ll be there now. he texted.

The half Gem ran with Amythest following behind him. “Hi guys!” he said cheerfully.

“Hey, Steven!” Sadie waved. Lars stood there, and Sadie elbowed him in the stomach. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Tell Steven Happy Birthday!”

Lars grumbled. “Happy Birthday, Steven…”

“Aren’t you like…. Ten?” he asked.

“He’s fifteen, Lars!” Sadie hissed.

“Okay, jeez! so-rry!” he said, Sadie smiled and handed a gift bag to Greg. “Thanks, guys,” he said, putting Lars' gift bag on the table as well. The young Gem Hydrid smiled at them, Sadie smiled and ruffled his hair. “Happy Birthday, little dude!”

“Happy Birthday, Steven! Paradot and I got you a gift,” she said, handing him the bag.

“Thanks, guys.” he smiled

Lars sighed and tried to smile. “Happy Birthday, Steven.” he sighed, wondering why he was here. And why did Sadie force him to go, he wasn’t friends with a… Tenth grader — or, fifth grader, in Lars’ opinion.

Then, Kiki, Buck, Sour Cream, and his little brother Onion walked in. Lars was about to scream when he saw The Cool Kids here.

“H-Hey guys, what are you doing at this lame kids' party?” Lars asked. Sadie glared at him.

Sour Cream stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at Steven. “Hey, Steven asked us to come, he’s pretty awesome. Give him a chance.”

“Ugh, whatever…” he said, crossing his arms.

Steven walked up to the counter to get bowling shoes. He grabbed his shoes and put them on, he strapped the velcro to his shoes and then stood up. Sadie grabbed some bowling balls for them. Steven put everyone’s names on the screen.

“Hey, Pearl aren’t you playing with us?” Steven asked, putting his name on the board. “I am fine, Steven. Plus, I’m not wearing those… Disgusting bowing shoes. Everyone puts their feet in those.” she cringed. Amethyst rolled her eyes as She put on her bowling shoes, then she walked up to the screen to put her, Garnet’s Lapis’ and Paradot’s names in.

“Alright, we're all set, Sadie you're up first,” Steven told his friend. Sadie picked up her ball and rolled it down the lane. Steven looked as the pins crashed. Steven saw that she got a strike.

“Nice job, Sadie!” Steven said. Encouraging her. Sadie smiled and sat down, Lars went next.

Picking up his bowling ball after sticking his fingers into the three holes, he rolled it down the lane. His ball went to the side.

“Why?!” Lars said he got another chance, he got it but it was two pins. “You gotta be kidding me! Steven, did you rig this game?!” Lars asked picking the boy up by the shirt.

“Lars! put him down!” Sour Cream said,

“Put him down, dude!” Kiki told him, glaring at the taller boy. Lars sighed and put him down. “Sorry, Steven,” Kiki said. Steven smiled. “That’s alright! I know he was just kidding around!” the Half Gem said as he went next, Steven picked up his bowling ball and threw it, his friends cheered as he got a strike.

“Way to go, Steven!” Kiki said from the other lane, Steven blushed and walked over to his friends, Buck was up now. Kiki, Onion, Amethyst, and Garnet were on the other lane.

Kiki saw Garnet go. She got a strike as well. “Nice, Garnet!” Kiki said. They played two rounds before they had lunch.

Greg returned with pizzas in his hands, Steven grabbed a slice. So as his friends and Amethyst. He grabbed a slice and sat next to his son.

Amethyst smiled and put a hand on Steven’s shoulder. Steven’s friends all sat and talked, except Lars.

“This is awesome!” Paradot exclaimed as she saw her name up on the screen, Lapis and Paradot took two turns each while all of them were eating. Once they were done, Garnet pulled out the cake and she opened it, The fusion removed it from the box and Steven stared at it in awe with stars in his eyes.

The birthday cake is a very unique and creative design, with a green and white fondant cake as the main base. The cake features a large, multi-layered cake decorated with various characters from the Sonic The Hedgehog video game series, including Sonic, Shadow, Tails, Knuckles, and Amy Rose. The characters were placed around the edges of the cake, giving it a whimsical and playful appearance.

Additionally, there are several smaller cakes placed throughout the arrangement, each one decorated with a different character. A small cupcake is also visible towards the bottom left corner of the cake. The cake stands on a dining table, surrounded by various items such as cups, bowls, and plastic bottles, creating a fun and festive atmosphere for the birthday celebration.

In the middle, in yellow fondant, it said ‘HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY STEVEN’ Amythest had to get pushed out of the way by Pearl. “Amethyst! down! we have to sing Steven Happy Birthday!”

“Oh, right…” Amythest said. Greg pulled out his iPhone and pressed record.

“Happy birthday to you!”

“Happy Birthday Dear, Steven!”

“Happy birthday to you!”

“Happy Birthday, my handsome half-gem .” Pearl said hugging him and kissing his cheek.

“Ahhh! Gem coodies!” Steven rubbed his cheek trying to get Pearl’s spit off. Amethyst laughed.

“MY HANDSOME HALF GEM!” Amythest laughed even harder. Lars also laughed, Steven blushed and leaned onto his chair. Garnet put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Steven looked at her, he smiled, and Garnet rubbed his hair. Steven blew out the candles and everyone cheered.

“Let’s eat some cake!” Amethyst said. Greg smiled and cut a piece for Steven, everyone got some, except for Pearl and Garnet. Steven ate his cake, everyone was having a good time. Greg saw the pictures taken on his phone, he walked to Steven.

“Pearl, can you take a picture of me and Steven?” Greg asked. Pearl took his phone from her and took a picture of both of them, then. Everyone got into the picture and an employee took the group photo of them.

Steven’s family.

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Notes: If you like it, I appreciate your reviews and support, this is my first SU fanfiction! I don't know if I did well at all actually.

#fanfiction #steven universe #Steven #rose quartz #greg universe #garnet #amethyst #Pearl #Bowling #Washington #Deleware #system of a down #Lonley day

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blogfullofemos · 9 months

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Let Me Break The Ice (Part I)

To the moon knight girlies, sorry for the long break. This was inspired by an anon ask I've seen from another blog. It sent my mind spiraling into feral thoughts, my true Britney Spears persona. Thank you and enjoy. 😘

Summary: You had a rather 'very heated' dream which put you into a very compromising position 😏. Would you think your husband Marc Spector would mind?

Warnings: Mentions of rope bondage, mentions of smacking, Daddy kink!Marc, being called slut *gasp*, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, and dubious sensational foreplay. Like that scene of Harry Styles with the watermelon (iykyk).

Word Count: 1,034

You woke up with a sigh as you came to from the heated dream. “You okay beautiful?” Marc asks with a rest-addled voice, his hand lightly playing with your splayed hair. You look at him with droopy eyes and realize your balled fist was wrapped around Marc’s cotton tank, your other hand inside your pajama pants. The thick quilt barely covering your body as it covered Marc’s up to his stomach. “Fuck m’sorry.” you apologize moving your hands away from their rather odd places. You shifted your body to face him as he did the same, he rests his hand on the side of your face. He rubs his thumb gently on your cheek as he brushes your hair away from covering your face. He then proceeds to slowly with ghost-like sensation glide his fingers down the side of your neck, you moan lightly from the gentle feel by the rather rugged side of your husband. Your eyes showcasing adoration to the stubbly beard growing out, knowing Steven would shave it off sooner or later for fear of losing his job. But the thought of feeling the stubble prickle your skin reawakened your need with a force. “What did you dream about? You woke me up by your shuffling and grabby hands.” he admits as he glides a finger down to the dip between your collarbone before finally resting it on the bed.

You bit your bottom lip, deciding if you should expose your masochistic dream to him. But knowing Marc, he was the perfect balance between the 2 of them. “Well, it was a wet dream.” you started, noticing Marc’s sleepy disposition start to sparkle with a requited interest. You smirked trying to hide a giggle. “Continue.” Marc pushes with a poke to your shoulder. ‘Now this is where it might get interesting’, you thought to yourself as your legs rub against each other to ease a rather hungry feeling between them. “We were in a room. Me, You, and Steven… Kind of wonder why Jake wasn’t there since this scenario would’ve suited him better.” you hint, knowing Jake was highly dominant in the bedroom. You place your hand on Marc’s left pec, giving it a squeeze before trailing a finger down the middle of his stomach, stopping at his happy trail to rest it back on his neck. Making Marc shuffle himself closer to your suggestive action. “Well, we switch bodies so I wouldn’t be shocked if Jake came later into the picture. You know he loves to stay back most of the time and watch.” Marc confesses, which you never knew.

“Oh so papi does have a subby side. A cuck. Who would’ve known?” you joke, but as you both laugh Marc brings your right breast out from under your tank top. You gasp as he flicks his rugged thumb across your nipple, he brings his lips to yours in a breathless kiss. Licking your bottom lip before saying “Jake says to be careful with joking on people’s kinks.” Marc pinches your nipple making you jump at the sudden feeling and yelp mere inches from his lips. “You know how this could end tonight.” he finishes.

Marc flips you to your back so he could be on top. He licks a wet stripe up the side of your neck and blows air on his way back down, making goosebumps form at the chill. You place a hand into his luscious curls as he starts his work on the side of your neck. You close your eyes as you continue, feeling your nipple twirl around your husband’s thumb as your walls coat itself more for his arrival. “O-Oddly enough, you both were in separate bodies.” Marc nips your neck and starts suckling at the redden area “I was tied up in this horizontal position, feet fully off the floor. I-I could feel the rope keep my legs bent and open, pinching my wrists just enough for it to s-sting. Fuck, Marc.” you gasp as you felt his hand leave your breast and go into your pajama pants.

His index finger slowly circling your clit with just enough pressure, Marc’s stubbly chin adding more sensation to your building orgasm. “Don’t stop now (Y/N).” he groans. You try to recollect the dream, even as it felt like you were reliving it’s pent-up frustration. “St-Steven’s head was between my legs as he.. Fuck.. As he ate me out.” Marc grinds against your thigh, finally letting you feel his hard cock under his pants “I-I was crying because I was so close. MArc!” you yelp as his finger picks up the pace on your swollen clit. You lick your palm, letting as much saliva stick to its surface before bringing the hand into Marc’s pants. Taking hold of just the tip of his cock, “Baby.” he moans, stopping his bruising artworks on your neck. His breathing labored as you continue, “And fuck Marc you were so good to me.”. You could feel his tip become extra lubricated from his precum as he moans your name.

“You were pulling my hair till I could feel every point in my scalp plead for release, but you didn’t let go. You kept me looking at those sexy brown eyes of yours as you were saying the filthiest things.” you say as you feel his hand lose its rhythm on your clit as your palm rubbed against his tip with almost painful pressure. You turn your head to look at Marc’s eyelashes flutter as he focused on your hand job. “Ye-ah baby, what did I sa-ay?” he asks looking at you, dazed in pleasure.

“Look at my slut, begging to be filled with Daddy’s cum. Oh you should see yourself, crying for Steven to bring you to completion. I can see your fingers dying to touch yourself, but you can’t… And you slapped me, telling me to be a good little cock whore for you both.” you answer, making Marc pump his cock in your hold, short and fast. He grips the side of your hair, making you look into his lust blown eyes. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you tonight?” being his last coherent sentence for the night.

#marvel #moon knight #marc spector #marc spector x fem!reader #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x you #marc spector smut #daddy marc spector #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fandom #moon knight smut #moon knight mini series

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purifycantyouhelpme · 6 months

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Blood Is On My Hands | Chapter 3 | Izzy x Stradlin x Reader

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Shortly after I killed Steven, I immediately cleaned up the evidence. Cleaning the blood off the knife and putting it back like nothing happened was easy. Changing my clothes and putting my bloody clothes in the garbage cans outside was also easy. All I was wearing was a white tank top and medium sized black shorts, I never wear shorts. Cleaning the blood off of the couch however was not. There was so much blood and it was taking too long for it to come off. Once I heard the police drive by and the police sirens, I immediately ran out of the house from the backdoor.

The next day, in the morning 12:00 AM, (Y/N)’s P.O.V

Me and Izzy were sitting in my living room, playing Sonic 2 on the Sega Genesis. Izzy was Sonic and I was playing as Tails. We were at Aquatic Ruins Zone Act 2. “You suck at this game.” Izzy teased me. “That’s because you keep on leaving me behind.” I punched him pretty hard in the shoulder and continued playing the game, Izzy paused the game and said, “I’m really glad that you’re feeling alot better.” He put his hand on my shoulder and smiled. I looked at him and I smiled back. There was a loud knock on my door. Who could be here this early in the day?

“I’ll get it.” I got off of the couch and walked to the door. Before I opened the door, I looked through the peephole. There were 5 police officers, standing in front of my door. I was really nervous and scared, think they were going to arrest me but I kept my cool. I opened the door and asked. “What’s going on, officers?” One of the officers pulled out a picture of Steven and held it up to my face. “Do you know this person?” One of the officers asked me.

“Yes, that’s Steven Adler. My best friend. Why did you ask?” I was getting even more scared. What did Steven do? I could hear Izzy’s footsteps coming close to me, he stood right next to me. “I’m sorry to tell you this ma’am but, your friend, Steven, was murdered in his home yesterday.”

My eyes widened when I heard that.

Tears were falling down my face, I was sniffling, trying to not cry in front of them. Izzy held me close and let me rest my head on his chest. “It’s okay, (Y/N). I’m here for you.” Izzy said softly to me and he gave me a kiss on my forehead while trying to comfort me.I didn’t bother to respond and or say anything to Izzy or the officers. I’m in extreme disbelief. I know that Steven has hurt me and betrayed me but he didn’t deserve to die.

A few weeks later 4:00 PM, (Y/N)’s P.O.V

I knocked on Eva’s door, I was breathing heavily because I was really nervous to tell Eva what has been going on with me these past few months and I was

It have been a few weeks since Steven died and I still can’t get over it. His death affected me mentally, it made everything worse for me. Eva finally opened the door. She took one look at me, took a few steps to me and asked, “(Y/N), are you okay?” She put her hands on my shoulders, she was worried about me. “Yeah, “I’m o-okay.” She replied softly, I looked away from her.

I walked into her home and I sat near the kitchen table, resting my head on the table. It felt pretty warm here. It was quiet here, no TV, no background, nothing, Just pure silence. Eva shut the front door and locked it. “Can I get some ice tea please?” I asked softly, catching my breath. “Sure,” Eva walked to the refrigerator and started pouring me some lemonade tea in a cup. She walked over to the kitchen table and set the cup on the table. “Thanks.” I said as I took a sip of the drink. So refreshing… I looked around to see where Eva was and she was sitting on the couch. Breathing in and out slowly, I threw the cup in the kitchen sink. It’s time to tell her.

“Eva, I want to tell you something very… i-important.” I said slowly, struggling to get the words of my mouth. She turned her head to look at me, making sure she was listening to what I was going to say to her. “What is it?” She asked. I put my hand on my chest, looked down slightly, and said, “The reason I have been a-acting paranoid and s-scared of everything and d-distant from S-Steven… is… because–” Stumbling with my words, I could feel myself being ready to cry. “S-Steven… raped me.” I confessed, tears were flowing from my eyes. I couldn’t hold in my tears anymore so I just kept crying with my hand on my chest. “I don’t believe you, (Y/N).”

My eyes widened in shock when she said that. Why would my best friend not believe me?

“He just died and now you decided to say that? You’re just trying to make him look bad and be the victim. I thought you loved him–” Fists clenched, I wanted to hurt my best friend for saying those things to me but instead, I interrupted her by saying, "You're a… horrible friend. I wish I never met you," in a soft tone. I immediately ran out of the house, still crying.

A few months later, night time, Izzy’s P.O.V

I was behind Eva’s house with a kitchen knife in my hand. The wind was blowing the trees and on my body and hair. It didn’t matter if I got sick or not because I was wearing a black jacket and some pants and my hood was on. It has been a while since Eva and (Y/N) talked to each other. It's weird to see them apart. They’re really close and hang out with each other almost everyday. I know why they haven’t been talking to each other. (Y/N) told me everything that happened between them. And maybe Eva should have just supported and comforted (Y/N).

Footsteps approached, it was Eva. She was taking the trash out. Walking towards Eva, I pulled her by her shirt and dragged her to the back of her house. “Hey!! Let me go!” She yelled but no one could hear her and didn’t listen. I slammed her against the wall with one hand while pulling the knife out with the other hand. She tried to push me off but to no avail. Smiling that I was about to kill her, she looked at me confused and shocked. “Izzy?!” She yelled again. Before she even processed what was happening, I immediately stabbed her in the forearm. Eva was kneeling down, her hand covering up her wound while she was breathing heavily in pain.

“I heard that you told (Y/N) was lying about Steven…. raping her, instead being there for her.” I said to her in a soulless voice, no remorse or mercy. Look at her, she is struggling to get up or even talk. How pathetic. “My love was right, you are a horrible friend.” I laughed maniacally. I grabbed her by the collar and stabbed her in the chest multiple times. Blood was all over my hands and clothes. Seeing Eva’s lifeless body made me smile.I heard someone coming toward this way. Oh shit, I’m fucked. The person who came here was (Y/N). She looked at me in shock and fear. I didn’t know what to do so I froze, dropping the knife on the ground. “I-I-IZZY?!” (Y/N) screamed in horror. She can’t believe that I killed her best friend. She was shaking and was about to cry. This is it, I’m done. It’s time to tell (Y/N) the truth. “(Y/N), I killed Steven and.. E-Eva," I confessed to her as she started to cry. I smiled, put my hands on my chest and said, “I did this for you. I killed Steven because he did something horrible to the person I love." I explained in a lovely voice. Before I could even explain why I killed Eva, she said, "I… I don't care about Eva anymore.” She sniffed, walking towards me. She sounded somewhat happy. “I love you, Izzy.” She gave me a kiss on the lips as my eyes widened in shock. I didn’t expect her to like me after what she just witnessed. Killing her two best friends was worth it after all. She smiled at me as she tried to wipe her tears.

“Police, put your hands up right now!” The police yelled. Of course the police would find me. It was only a matter of time. I raised my hands up along with (Y/N).

A/N: Yeah, I know, rushed ending but I hope you enjoyed this story. I had a lot of fun writing this story. Thanks to anon on Tumblr for requesting that I write a Yandere! Izzy x reader story.

#izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin fanfiction #izzy stradlin #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses fanfic #gunsnroses #yandere!izzy #a03 fic #yandere x reader

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Moon Boys in a Heatwave:

Marc x reader/Steven x reader/Jake Lockley x reader

Summary: Just some small headcanons on what the Moon Boys would do in a London Heatwave, inspired by the 40°c temperatures we had this summer ☀️

Warnings: Fluff, if you consider it one I guess. Otherwise none.

Why is there a picture of a lightning sand tornado? I don't know. But I needed a gif for vibes and couldn't find one I liked so I chose this in a rushed decision I'm regretting.

Steven Grant:

• Steven probably is the person who gets the most bothered by the Heatwave

• He doesn't like it that much, and finds it gets in the way over everything

• Like, for instance, his hair is always so messy by the end of the day

• But he's pretty prepared

• Like he makes sure you reusable water bottle is always filled up, right to the top before you go to work, his gentle reminder to drink your required 2 litres

• Steven's also the type of guy to watch those videos about what to do in a Heatwave on tiktok, and follow their advice as well. Like you'll be sitting on the couch fanning yourself and see him placing a bowl of ice water in front of the fan, muttering "Its bloody hot."

• All lights would be off, and the most of the curtains are closed except for the ones by the TV, so you could see it properly.

• He takes refuge in the museum (or wherever you imagine he works after mk) for the free air conditioning.

• Also, you know its hot when he wears shorts on the weekends. He rarely wear shorts.

Marc:

• Most cool-headed in a Heatwave

• If he feels too hot he just takes off his shirt and walks around shirtless

• Is still a 100% dedicated to his workout regime, even in the heat

• Sometimes you worry when his face goes red that he's gonna pass out, but he assures you that he's fine

• When you're getting water from the fridge, or just chilling on the sofa, he'll come up behind you and give you a sweaty hug

• Loves warm showers, particularly in the heat.

• If you're outside, walking through the park he'll make sure to treat you to ice-cream

• One time you were both messing around, with sun screen, and he got some in your hair and you got some all over his face.

•

Jake:

• Like Marc, 100% dedicated to his fitness regime

• Will go on a run every day without hesitation. Rain or shine. Snow or Storm

• Showers immediately after fitting back because he likes routine

• Bur will spend the rest of the day with you

• Pays attention to the physical signs you give throughout the day.

• For example, if you keep clearing your throat, he'll get you some water, or if he sees you fan yourself with that old leaflet that was mailed to you guys, he'll inch the fan closer to you a little, from where it was in front of your guys

#moon knight system #steven grant #moon knight fic #steven grant fanfiction #jake lockley #moon boys #marc spector #jake lockley fluff #steven grant my beloved #steven grant imagine #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader

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the-infamous-coat-of-baron-zemo · 2 years

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When You Least Expect It | Chapter VII

Moon Knight 2022 | Marc Spector x F!Reader | Steven Grant x F!Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5,369

Total Story Word Count: 25,726

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Latest chapter! Whew. It was kind of a lengthy one. Hope you enjoy it!

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You were tied to a pillar. Your arms ached from being held at such an uncomfortable position. Looking to your left, you saw Layla. The men who had captured her earlier had bound her to the column next to you. Her head was bent down, chin resting against her chest. You saw some blood smeared across her forehead. You couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed during her scuffle with Harrow's men, they must have knocked her pretty good. Frowning, you realized this was not the ritual room, or at least, not from Ammit's tomb. If your memory served you correctly, you were in the center chamber of the Great Pyramid of Giza. Not that you'd ever been, but you were always enraptured by Steven's re-telling of Egyptian history. His descriptive details were enough to paint a picture of what the interior might look like. Looking up, you saw the triangular formation of the walls leading up towards the ceiling. Also, a big give away.

When had you travelled to the pyramids?

The last thing you remember was watching Marc get knocked unconscious and dragged behind you.

Now that you think about it, you were feeling a tad groggy, and your mouth tasted like chemicals. Chloroform? How original. You shook your head, looking around the room. There was something familiar about it, but you couldn't understand why.

There were five statues at the top of the stairwell lined in cobalt and gold. A recent conversation sparked in your mind. You remember Marc telling you about the meeting he had with the council. He mentioned those statues. This was where the Gods convened and decided Harrow was not a threat to release Ammit.

Bet they were rethinking things now.

Wait. Marc. Where was he?

You gazed about the chamber, eyes darting around trying to locate him. Harrow's men were gathered around in various places inside. Now that you were paying attention, you saw some people dragging bodies off to the side. Upon closer inspection, you counted five. Oh no. Were those the council's avatars? Harrow had taken them out. Looking around a bit more frantic, you didn't see the cult leader himself in your search for Marc.

In the center of the room, you saw Harrow's cane. It had changed. Gone was the outward representation of an ordinary handle. In its place was the head of a crocodile. The eyes of the croc were glowing bright violet, and the remainder of the cane itself was embedded into a stone block. The block had multiple hieroglyphic carvings wrapped around it from top to bottom. In a fleeting thought, it reminded you of similar imagery to something out of the sword in the stone.

If the sword were also a glow stick of death.

The hieroglyphics were flickering intermittently. The head of the Ammit was turned, facing the right side of the room. There were purple tendrils running along the ground and up the wall nearest the side of the stone block. The power emanating from the cane created a distorted field everywhere the tendrils were wrapping. Like a protective shield.

That's when you saw him. Black curls and strands of hair poking out from the corner of the stone holding Harrow's cane.

Not a shield. A cage.

Marc was lying on the ground, still out cold. You couldn't make out the rest of his body, but you hoped he'd be alright. He still had Khonshu's healing.

You couldn't call his name without drawing attention to yourself. There was only one guard close to you. You tested your bindings whenever he wasn't facing your direction. You tugged, flexing your arms forward and backward with what room you had left. No success. You bit your lip, feeling the back pillar with your hands. It was old, ancient, which meant it wasn't smooth. There were rough patches all around. If you could find an area within your reach, you might be able to cut your bindings with enough effort.

Moving your hands from left to right, you attempted to make a sawing motion with your wrists.

"Hey," one of the men yelled.

You stopped, standing ramrod straight afraid you had just gotten caught. You turned your head towards the voice and were relieved that the outburst wasn't directed at you.

The man addressed the group, jutting his head towards a lit corner hallway in the back, "He's coming. It is almost time. Put those bodies in the alcove."

With your back against the pillar, you noticed you were no longer wearing your backpack. Taking another moment, you looked at the ground, twisting to find your bag. Glancing up towards the men and then back down, you saw it. It was behind you, on the wall between you and Layla.

Making a mental note, you were formulating a plan, once you freed yourself.

As you turned back, you saw Layla was waking up. She peered up, looking disoriented. Turning towards you, her eyes widened when she saw you also bound.

"You okay?" you mouthed to her silently.

She nodded in response. Layla tilted her head, searching. You realized she was looking for Marc. When she swung her gaze back to you, you pointed your head in the direction he was laying. She couldn't see any of him from her perspective, but hopefully she would catch on with the huge purple field surrounding that area of the chamber.

"What the hell is that?" she whispered.

You pursed your lips, looking to make sure no one was paying attention to you both.

"Magical containment," you replied quietly.

"That's a thing?"

"Unfortunately," you said.

Layla tried to break free from her restraints, but didn't have any luck.

That's when you saw Harrow walk into the room. He was holding the stone statue of Ammit with him.

"Ladies, so glad you could join us. I think you will all be enlightened once Ammit has been freed from her prison," Harrow said, stopping to stand between the two of you.

"What did you do to Marc?" Layla asked, struggling against the pillar.

"Him? Oh, I assure you, he's fine. I am simply ensuring he doesn't interrupt our plans prematurely."

You noticed Marc beginning to stir, watching him roll over and bring a hand to his face.

"Please don't release Ammit. However you envision how things will go, they won't. Trust me, I've been through enough of these things to know," you pleaded with him, trying to buy Marc some time to recover.

Arthur moved his hands behind his back, walking over to stand in front of you.

"Your concern is noted, however, please forgive me if I don't follow your advice," he said.

Harrow brought one hand from around his back and grabbed something from his pocket. He pulled out an Egyptian carving knife. It had a gold hilt. You couldn't make out the engravings, but they were very intricate. Arthur stepped up you, leaning around your left side. You swallowed thickly as he brought the knife close to your body, but he moved his arm to your back. Your arms dropped down, feeling the zip ties fall away from your wrists. He shifted the knife into his other hand holding the crocodile statue and grabbed your arm with the other.

"I'm going to have to apologize in advance, but I need you for what comes next," Arthur said.

Your eyebrows raised at that, "You need me for what exactly?"

He didn't answer you, just pulled you along to an alter at the front of the chamber. Knowing nothing good was about to happen, you looked over to Layla and tried to point to your bag. She turned to gaze at the bag and then back to meet your eyes, shaking her head that she understood. You tried to twist out of Harrow's grasp, but he seemed stronger than normal. You continued to struggle every inch of the way. As you reached the alter, you heard Marc shout your name.

You whipped your head around, hearing his voice, "Marc!"

Marc looked to Layla, then to you. He tried to break through the barrier, but it just propelled him backwards onto the floor.

You grimaced. That probably hurt.

"Summon -," you started to say, when Arthur handed you off, only to have someone cover your mouth and hold you in place.

You put all your weight in the heels of your feet and pushed back. You were hoping to knock the guy off balance, but it only angered him. Agitated, he pulled your arm up at an unnatural angle. The motion caused a muffled cry to escape your lips, against his hand. Still struggling, you had limited options, so you bit the man's hand. He wasn't expecting it, which made him remove the hand from your mouth.

"The suit. Marc, it's nightfall," you shouted.

Harrow had just placed the statue of Ammit on the ground in the center of the alter. He stood up and motioned for the guy holding you to move you forward to him. You saw him give a sparing glance to Marc before facing you.

You watched, as a panicked expression took over his face, before summoning his ceremonial armor. As Marc fully transformed into Moon Knight, he pulled out his blades and ran towards the containment field.

"You're going to regret doing this," you glared to Harrow.

He just smirked at you, a knowing look on his face, "No, I don't believe I will."

You averted your eyes away from him and back to Marc. As his shoulder connected with the barrier, the tendrils swirled and kicked him back. It didn't work. He couldn't get through. That's why Harrow wasn't worried about Marc. The power contained in the cane was strong enough to stop Marc from getting out even with Khonshu's armor.

"Harrow - don't do this," Layla echoed.

"Arthur stop," Marc said.

Harrow reached for your hand, tugging one of your arms forward. He flipped your hand over, palm facing up.

"This is going to hurt," Harrow said.

He raised his knife up in his free hand and sliced your palm. You cried out in pain, trying to pull your hand out of his grasp. You watched as the blood bubbled up and poured out from the wound, dripping onto the floor of the alter.

"No!" you heard Marc's agonized yell.

Harrow brought your hand and held it over the statue of Ammit. Blood droplets fell onto the statue, coating the top half.

"I could have released Ammit without you. But given the knowledge of how rare you are and what you are capable of as a soulmate - your blood with only make Ammit even more powerful upon her arrival into this world," he explained.

He let go of your hand and then crushed the statue with his foot.

"Khonshu!" Marc shouted, frantically trying to find anyway to break out of his confinement.

A spiral of energy whipped around you. There was smoke billowing up from the broken statue and violet colored energy forming in the air above Harrow. You watched as Ammit revealed herself on the steps to the entrance to the chamber. Harrow's men were so shocked and awed by the appearance of Ammit, they let their guard down. You saw your opening and gently removed your arm from the guy holding you. Enraptured from her appearance, all of the followers, including Arthur, took a knee.

You stealthily crept into the shadows and made your way over to Layla. You searched for something, anything to free her.

"To whom do I owe my gratitude?" Ammit said, she was pacing back and forth on the landing.

"A humble disciple my goddess, to which you owe nothing." Harrow replied, bowing his head.

"Your scales lack balance."

"I understand. I had hoped my penance would correct that, but I see now that is not possible. Do with me as you wish," Arthur humbly answered.

Under a broken piece of stone, you managed to find a sharp edge of rock. Picking it up, you crawled over to Layla using the shadows of the chamber to hide you.

Ammit had decided Arthur would be his avatar even with his unbalance.

You made it over to Layla and saw Khonshu had appeared behind the pillar you were just tied up at. Ignoring him for now, you broke the bindings holding Layla's hand together with a sold hit using the rock. Layla scooted around hiding behind the pillar with you.

"This is all very bad. Is there a plan?" Layla asked, rubbing her wrists to put some circulation back into them.

You moved your jacket away and tore off a bottom strip of your shirt to wrap your bleeding hand in, "There's part of a plan?" You made a see-saw motion with your injured palm, once you finished bandaging it.

Layla gave you an incredulous look.

"Hey - I'm doing my best under the circumstances!"

You jutted your head for Layla to follow you to your backpack.

"Khonshu, can you keep Ammit busy while we try to free Marc?" you murmured out.

"I can distract her, but will need Marc Spector in order to re-bind Ammit."

You pulled your staff out of the bag.

"Layla, Khonshu is going to distract Ammit. Can you get to the stone block and get Harrow's cane? Removing it, from it's place, should lift the containment field holding Marc and Steven," you explained.

"Yeah, I can get to it, but what about Ammit's disciples?" Layla questioned.

You stood up and activated your staff, "I plan on being the secondary distraction, hoping to draw enough attention away so you can get to Marc."

"Be careful."

"You too," you said, before turning to address the King of the Night, "Khonshu, you enjoy making dramatic entrances, why don't you go first?"

He peered down at you and nodded before swiftly disappearing in a swirl of smoke.

You and Layla leaned out from the pillar to catch Marc's bright eyes. He was making animated movements with his hands. You think it was an attempt to tell you both to leave, but that sure as hell wasn't going to happen. You both just rolled your eyes at him, knowing it was a futile effort. Like you were going to actually leave. You snorted. Ridiculous man.

You saw Khonshu re-appear, standing tall with his staff in hand, facing Ammit and her newly anointed disciples.

"Khonshu, time has been cruel to you," Ammit said.

"Indeed," he stated.

Khonshu moved towards Ammit. Harrow finally stood up as well as the rest of the people in the room.

"I cannot allow you to proceed," he continued.

You saw Harrow glance around, realizing you and Layla had vanished from his sight.

"Find them," you heard Harrow speak.

Great. Okay Khonshu, anytime now.

The men started to spread out in the chamber.

"Oh Khonshu, you are low on faith," Ammit spoke sadly.

"You never learn," Khonshu replied, raising his staff in defense.

Ammit growled at Khonshu, then attacked.

"Now!" you said.

You raced out into the middle of the chamber, staff held at your side.

"Grab her," Harrow said, pointing at you.

A group of four came running towards you. As they got closer to you, you raised your staff and brought it down to the ground. The impact reverberated against the ground and the force sent the disciples flying backwards to the floor. Another one of chosen had spotted Layla halfway to Marc.

"Don't let her get to that cane!" Arthur shouted.

You sprinted to intercept them from getting to Layla, but you were blasted with energy mid run, the hit throwing you away from the fight. Your back slammed into one of the columns near the staircase.

"Ow," you mumbled, picking yourself back up.

You surveyed the room and Khonshu was not doing well against Ammit. His staff had been dropped and they were tumbling around the room. Neither one truly gaining the upper-hand, but Khonshu was weakening. He needed help soon. Twisting around, you noticed Layla was now fighting against several men. She was holding her own, but it still left Marc trapped. He was pacing anxiously, occasionally trying different areas of the barrier to see if he could get out. But every time he tried, it would knock him back.

Staring straight ahead, Arthur was walking lazily to you. Confidence exuding in every step he took.

Marc was shouting your name again. You turned to him, stepping backwards slowly as Harrow was approaching.

"Get out of here," Marc yelled.

"I'm not leaving you."

Harrow shot another bout of energy from his hand. This time you were ready. You brought your staff up and held down the center button. A shield came up protecting you from the energy surge. The magic was intense, it was so powerful it caused you to skid backwards. It took almost all of your strength to hold the staff level.

You bent your head down trying to concentrate. There had to be something you could do. Think, think, God dammit. You gazed at Marc, watching him in his Moon Knight armor.

An idea came to mind.

A leap of faith. You had to take a leap of faith, if you were to really believe you were somehow connected as soulmates.

You gritted your teeth and pushed back against Harrow. The shield bounced his energy back at him, knocking him unsteady. With that opening, you checked to make sure Layla was still okay before darting towards Ammit and Khonshu.

"Khonshu! Bad timing for conversation, but I need to know something," you said to him, dashing past a few disciples. You swiped one of them into unconsciousness with your staff, not stopping along the way. "If soulmates are connected to an avatar, do they possess the ability to summon your armor?"

The Moon God punched the crocodile in the face before answering, his breathing slightly labored.

"It has never been attempted before. It could be possible for a brief period of time, but it would not heal you from injury. The armor would recognize you aren't my true avatar and eventually reject you."

"But it's possible," you stated.

"At what cost," Khonshu said, before Ammit barreled into his mid section, knocking him to the ground with a rumble.

You saw Harrow still focused on you and jumped out of the way when another energy bolt was released. The energy hit one of the statues, causing it to crumble. You were breathing heavily and had made it to the top of the stairwell, with a clear view of Marc.

There was chaos everywhere. Layla was forced to backtrack and she disappeared down a hallway, a few of the group following her.

Looking at Harrow, he just raised his arms up from his side, "You cannot win. Ammit will reign supreme and all will be judged."

You had no clue if you could wear Khonshu's ceremonial armor, but you had to try. Taking a deep breath, you shifted your eyes to gaze at Marc. There were so many thoughts running through your head, but you tried to clear them all away and just focus on him. Let everything else fade away.

His face covering had been removed, revealing his face. His expression said everything. He was angry and confused, feeling helpless that he couldn't do anything.

Inhaling noisily, you stretched out an arm to him. You locked eyes with his and felt your entire body thrum with energy.

Summon the suit. Summon the suit. You kept chanting to yourself.

You could do this. You just had to believe.

You closed your eyes and concentrated. You could feel the energy building in your body, singing through your veins. There was incoherent noise around you, but you ignored it all. You listened to your body, when you thought the energy had reached it's peak inside your body, you opened your eyes and tugged your arm back with a jerking motion.

Gasping, you felt a power flow through you. A burning sensation started creeping behind your eyes. Your body became rigid. When you opened your eyes again, you saw the armor unravelling from Marc's body and winding itself around you. You looked down at yourself once the armor finished wrapping around you. You felt stronger, lighter, with endless amounts of energy. Your eyes felt like 200 watt lightbulbs. Jesus, is this how Marc and Steven feel when they put this on?

You gave yourself a quick once over. The suit you wore was very similar to Marc's. There were a few subtle differences. The cape attached to your back was hooked on your left shoulder and draped down, connecting to the belt on your right hip. The angle forced the cape to appear as a crescent moon. Your arms were also sleeveless. You had gloves on that matched Steven's Mr. Knight suit and wrist braces that came from Marc's outfit. Then the upper part of your arms had two golden braces on either side. They appeared to be made out of the same material as the blades. Each arm brace encased your arm with a raised crescent moon emblem attached to the front.

It worked. It actually worked. That meant it was true. Being told you're someone's soulmate is one thing, but now. Now, you're actually seeing visual proof. You flipped your hands back and forth, marveling. Oh, shit. Okay, I believe. I believe.

You looked to Marc.

His jaw had dropped, gaping in a stupefied expression. Like, he couldn't quite believe what happened. He started to move forward, but stopped himself when he realized the barrier was still up.

"Well, now this - this I was not expecting," Harrow crooned.

"What can I say? I was feeling epic," you light-heartedly joked. You slowly walked, one foot crossing in front of the other. Keeping your movements precise, you and Harrow began to encircle one another.

"I'm almost disheartened to have to kill you now," Arthur said.

He struck first, driving forward. He tried to land a punch to your face, but you side-stepped, easily blocking him. You kicked out from behind, creating more distance between the two of you.

Harrow's men gathered around you, all poised to strike. You weren't going to use Khonshu's blades against. You didn't want to kill anyone. No matter the threat level. You twirled your staff in front of you, bouncing one end on the ground to launch you into the air. You did your best to aim and land on the block holding Harrow's cane, but you were hit from the side, knocking you short. Your staff rolled away as you tumbled over on the ground from the hit.

Groaning, you felt your body ache. Right, no healing. You need to hurry up and get to Marc.

The chamber started rumbling. You saw Ammit throw Khonshu into the far-side wall. Yeah, that'll make the pyramids shake.

The disciples were closing in on you and your staff was too far away. Dusting yourself off, you had no choice but fight them hand to hand. Alright, let's see what this suit can do. Dodging from side to side, you blocked, punched, kicked trying to get an opening to reach Marc.

You definitely weren't built for this. As much power as the suit provided, you were still woefully underprepared. You were able to fumble your way well enough, but they were still coming. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Harrow smirk at you and motion to a smaller group to follow him out of the pyramid.

As you were still fighting, you saw some of the suit starting to unravel. Oh, no. You were running out of time.

With a flurry of kicks and punches, you focused on knocking the remaining bunch unconscious. You landed one punch a bit too hard and sent one of the guys flying across the room into a wall. Oops. The others stopped to eye you cautiously. You just shrugged.

"What? It's new," you said, "Who's next?"

They all converged on you at the same time. You crouched down and swiped your leg out, taking the closest guy to you out. Then you jumped up and grabbed the next one, wrapping an arm around his neck, forcing his body to be placed in front of you. You kicked him into the next attacker, causing them both to fall to the ground.

There was one left. You eyed your staff. You swept the floor with your cape, flipping to pick up your staff from the dusty ground. The disciple anticipated your move and dove towards you, but you were able to roll out of the way. You took your staff hit him in the back as he flew right by you. The force of the hit knocked him out.

The chamber was quiet all of a sudden. All that could be heard was your breathing. You surveyed the room. Ammit and Khonshu were gone. Not wasting anymore time, you ran over to Marc, climbing up the engraved block holding Harrow's cane. You grabbed onto the croc's head, getting ready to pull it out when a burst of energy hit your solar plex, throwing you off.

Pain erupted in your side. You looked down to see what happened. The armor was still in tact. Getting up, you jumped onto the stone block again.

"You okay?" Marc asked.

"Peachy," you sarcastically answered, "Let's get you out of here, yea?"

You reached down to grab a different part of the cane, but stopped. You noticed some of the glowing pieces that were imbued with power missing. You didn't have time to give it much thought, but knew if you grabbed it again - you'd most likely get thrown across the room a second time. You'd like to avoid that. You've been tossed around enough today. You pulled two blades from the centerpiece on your chest instead, and used them to leverage the cane out. When the cane hit the floor, it disappeared as if teleporting away.

The field of energy dissipated, releasing Marc.

"Hey you," you said, running up to him relieved. You pulled down the cowl from your face.

You saw more of the suit unravelling in different places.

Marc met you halfway and put you in a bone crushing hug, cradling the back of your head with one hand.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again."

"I'm sorry," your muffled into the crook of his neck.

Marc pulled away reluctantly to look at you. There was a small shift in his eyes.

"Wow, you look amazing!" Steven said, an expression of awe appearing on his face.

"Thanks Steven," you blushed.

There was another shift.

"Steven's right, you look...good," Marc said giving you an appreciative look, "How did you end up wearing the suit anyways?"

"Soulmates."

"Right, wow. Okay, had almost forgotten about that."

"It's a limited time deal. The suit is rejecting me as Khonshu's avatar," you said, pointing to the wrist where the suit was coming undone. The unravelling had reached the upper half of your arm now and parts of your legs.

"You need to stop Harrow and Ammit, and I'm going to get Layla. I think she's okay, but there were guys chasing after her. It's possible she made it outside," you said.

"So how....," Marc trailed off, motioning back and forth between your suit and himself.

With your hands on your hips, you hummed in thoughtfulness. Thinking back on how you summoned the suit, you tried to figure out how to send it back to him.

Suddenly, you had a thought. Smirking at Marc, you figured the suit gave you enough confidence to try what you had planned.

Cocking his head to the side, Marc eyed you wearily at your abrupt change, "What?"

"Do you trust me?" you asked.

"Yes? What does that have to -"

Upon hearing his initial answer you grabbed Marc by the lapels of his jacket, kissing him, effectively cutting off his reply. You threw all your emotions into the kiss. No more hesitation, no more dancing around what they may or may not be. Marc stumbled into the kiss, but recovered admirably. He responded in kind, burying one his hands in your dark locks, while running his other hand up your back.

You felt the armor leaving your body in full force now. The material underneath your hands of Marc's jacket shifted. You finally broke off the kiss, breathless. You watched the remnants of armor leaving your body and finished materializing on him. It was quite the sight. You tilted your head up to meet his gaze. Now, bright, white eyes stared back at you.

Marc felt around his body making sure the armor was actually there.

"Did you just transfer the ceremonial armor to me via kiss?" he questioned, disbelief coloring his voice.

"Seemed like a good idea at the time. It was worth a shot," you shrugged, grinning at him.

"Fuck, baby. That was amazing."

You laughed at that.

"Yeah, wasn't half bad," you poked at him.

A large crash sounded on one of the sides of the pyramid. Stones started falling from the walls and ceiling.

"You should probably - " you motioned for him to get going.

"You need to get out of here," Marc said, gripping your arms lightly.

"I will, let me find Layla, and we'll high tail it out of this pyramid."

Marc seemed to hesitate, but nodded at you, "Okay, but not a minute more, alright?"

"Deal."

With superhuman speed, Marc flew out of the pyramid, cape flapping out revealing the shape of his crescent moon.

The rumbling had subsided some, but now you could heard screaming coming from the open pathway that led outside. You started walking forward in the direction of where you last saw Layla, but stopped when you felt an intense pain in your side again. Shifting your light jacket out of the way, you finally saw what Khonshu's armor failed to reveal. Those missing pieces from the cane. They were embedded in your lower abdomen. Like shards of glass slicing into your skin. Groaning, you're not sure why you hadn't picked up on it earlier. Must have been all that adrenaline coupled with the suit.

Fuck. Khonshu had warned you that you wouldn't heal.

You limped over to your abandoned bag. Lifting it up with your foot, you grabbed a strap in reach, so you wouldn't have to bend down. You rummaged around for some bandages. When you were ready, you reached down with one hand bracing yourself for the pain that would inevitably come from removing the shards. As your hand touched one of the pieces, your whole body jolted in pain, dropping you to your knees. Tendrils of energy wrapped around your hand briefly before dissipating. Oh, shit. You couldn't get them out. It's like they were magically attached to you. There was blood seeping out of the wound too. You put one hand on the ground to catch your breath, wincing every few seconds.

You bit your lip. You couldn't stay here. You needed to find Layla. Appraising your injury, you weren't severely bleeding, but there would be blood loss over time. You just hoped Marc and Khonshu would be able to defeat Ammit and Harrow. Khonshu was probably your only saving grace to getting these shards out of your body. Sighing in resignation, you took the bandages in your other hand and decided to wrap them around your midsection to help slow the bleeding. You stood up once you finished, wheezing from the effort. Checking, you saw your staff was still attached to your hip. Good, at least you don't have to bend down again.

Swallowing several times, you fought back the nausea building in your stomach. You pushed down all the pain, setting a determined look on your face. Time to find Layla and get the hell out of here before this whole place comes crashing down.

OOOOO

#moon knight #moon knight series #marc spector #steven grant #layla el faouly #arthur harrow #khonshu #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader

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julianspants-blog · 1 year

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Can I get some fluff with Steven (Universe) x a trans male reader? Some comfort, specifically. Like, the readers been dysphoric as of late and Steve-o comforts him about it

Of course you can!!! Also Thank you sosososoo much, Anon! For being my first request on my tumblr!(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Some warnings:

Body dysmorphia Depressing thoughts A tad bit of anxiety, as well as some slight flirtatious actions.

❤This one-shot starts more realistically in Steven Universe: The Movie, (during the time of repairing earth from Spinel's attack on Earth, not quite the beginning of SUF). If that makes any sense ❤

As the morning sun rises upon the docks of Beach City and glistens onto the salty water to refract shimmering crystals across the sand, your alarm clock slowly but surely wakes you from your peaceful sleep. Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the rays of the sun shining through your window. You pull your blankets off in one quick movement, quickly feeling the crisp air hit your legs as you shiver slightly. As you sit on the edge of your bed, you check your phone; 10:15 AM. 2 hours until you meet up with Steven and a couple of friends for a movie date. You read along with the cute daily reminders that ping onto your screen. Fortunately, Steven knows you like the back of his hand, that without the motivation, you will not hesitate to crawl back into the soft blankets of your queen bed. While you were asleep, he made you a cute little daily affirmations to help you get up with a smile on your face. With cute messages like "If I had to shout to the world how much I love you, I'd simply whisper it into your ear <3" as well as "Be sure you have a nutritious breakfast, love!" A soft smile creeps onto your face as you picture your beloved boyfriend's goofy smile as he peppers your face with kisses, You begrudgingly stand up on the cool wooden flooring and walk to your bathroom and flick on the fluorescent light, and look up at your dimly lit figure in the mirror. You slightly wince at the sight of your figure in the mirror, with your arms contrasting against the size difference of the red shirt with a big golden star in the center. Your stature stands with your hands perched against the counter, dissatisfied with the figure hiding underneath the security of Steven's old shirt. You try to push past your pessimistic thoughts as you remind yourself of your partner's compassionate words as you get in the shower. You try not to look down at yourself too much as you lather the loofah in soap. To say the least, your shower is pretty short. You reach for the white towel draped over the shower curtains and wrap the cloth around you, instantaneously warming you in contrast to the chilling air outside the shower. As you're exiting the shower, you can't help but hate the way the towel wrapped around you fits around your body. You start to feel a pang in your chest as a knot begins to form in your throat. You stand there frozen, looking as your self-image slowly deprecates into a sea of paralyzing anxiety. "What will they think about me?" "I look hideous." "What will he think of me..."

Your unrelenting berating of yourself halts as you feel tears dripping down from your eyes. A flow of hatred seizes you as you angrily wipe the tears from your face. You jump slightly as you hear your phone ringing from your bed. You walk back to your bed and flip over your buzzing phone to find Steven calling you. You quickly assess your voice to make sure it doesn't sound like you were just crying and slowly press the tip of your thumb to the green button...

"Hey..."

"Hey! Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I.."

As you were being overflowed with questions you could barely understand, your gaze finally rested on the time in the top right corner of your phone, realizing that... it's 1:30...

As you come to notice the time during Stevens' worried rampage of questions, you can't help but feel guilty and a bit nauseated at the thought of him and the others waiting for an hour standing at the movies... for you.

"I called you like three times!" "Are you sick?" -

"No, I'm fine. You say, cutting him off a bit. "I'm sorry that I made you wait."

Steven's hurling questions pause; he holds the phone in his hand as he hangs onto your words. "...that I made you wait..." His slightly panicked voice slows to a gentle, mother-like tone.

"What's wrong?"

At this point, you don't think that you can answer him without your voice unraveling to a small whisper of pitiful cries, so that's what you do..

You just cry.

As you softly weep into your hands, the mic picks up your soft mumbling. Through the phone, Steven lets out a small sigh and tells you, "Stay where you are; I'll be there in 5, my love." Through your choked sobs you give a weak Mhm, letting him know you heard him, as he smooches the phone, the call hangs up.

As you wipe the tears from your face, you realize that you're still in your towel. You get up from your seated position and slip on some underwear as well as some comfortable sweatpants you have recently bought. You turn to your binder and slip it onto your torso. Just as you turn to grab your hoodie, your front door has someone firmly knocking on its surface. You hear this and start to descend the stairs from your room to open the front door, you're met face-to-face with a box of Spacetries and, of course, the famous Steven Universe. You opened the door wider for him to step inside the house, after kicking off his flip-flops, he finally navigated his way to the nearest table and placed down the box of sweets and a bag of fry bits. You close the door behind him and lock it before turning towards his awkward walk towards the table. It takes everything in you not to start crying again over the thought that he did this for you. You slowly shift towards the doorframe of the kitchen before he's aware of your presence. In that same movement he swiftly turns his gaze settling onto your tear stained cheeks and your slightly reddened-puffy eyes. It only takes him 4 quick paces to reach out to you in the doorframe, and he gently envelops you in a hug with one arm coming up and resting his hand on the upper part of your back while the other comes up and cradles the back of your head. You wrap both of your arms around his torso as your head is brought to the crook of his neck. You feel as if you're floating on air as he silently rubs small circles into your back, then momentarily kisses behind your ear and rubs his thumb ever so sweetly across the back of your slightly damp hair. He slowly retracts from the sweet embrace and takes time to look at you, waiting for you to say what has been upsetting you. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes as his soft hazelnut gaze peers straight through your heart and into your soul, on instinct you look down at the collar of his jacket as you feel embarrassed that you made him miss out on the movie.

"I- I just felt. I didn't feel like myself", You pause for a moment as you draw a shaky breath before you continue. "I just haven't been feeling like anything lately; it's like I'm trapped in the web of my own trap, like I'm stuck in one place, in one body...like- there's nobody that can help me wade through," you say as the knot in your throat tightens. You bring your hands free from his warm sides and hug yourself while tugging at your binder that holds your torso. Steven understands exactly what you're saying to him and brings his hands towards your face to cup your cheeks, slowly bringing your head to look at him, thumbs brushing the sides of your face in an arch motion. "I understand my love. However you feel, whenever you feel this way, I will always be here to love and support everything you do," he says, lightly placing a soft kiss on your forehead before he continues. "Whenever you need someone to talk to about your feelings, myself and the crystal gems would be more than happy to help you release any self-deprecating feelings or stress." Your gaze lifts to him with softened eyes as you bring your hands back around his waist where they once were, bringing him closer as you bury your face into his chest, taking in deep breaths of his scent, instantly calming you. "I love you" he breathes into your hair with such care and compassion that a shutter rubs down your spine from the tender phrase just as the trickle of his breath against your back. You squeeze him tighter in response and let out a shaky yet relaxed sigh into his jacket. Steven, being the gentleman he is; politely releases you from his grip and tugs on the left sleeve of his jacket slowly removing the jacket off his body then taking the collar into his palms and draping it over your shoulders like a cloak. You look up at his face, taking in his softened facial expression, his tinted cheeks, and the fallen stray curl that gently rests upon his eyebrow. While admiring his lovely features, a soft smile curves its way onto your lips as you swiftly tilt your head to get a quick peck at his soft lips. As you retreat from the sweet gesture, he immediately has your lips back on his for a slow, charming kiss. As the tender moment ends, he guides you over to your living room sofa, instantly reaching for the cootie cat plushie resting in the nook of the window seat. You and Steven cuddle up close underneath a nice fuzzy blanket that Pearl had previously knitted for your birthday last year. Steven decided on watching old reruns of 'Camp Pining Hearts' together whilst arguing with the TV about how bad the ship Pilette (Pierre & Paulette) is. As you pop a Chaaaap in your mouth, you can hear a soft snore come from your right. You slightly turn your head to see Steven, lips slightly parted as his head rests on your shoulder, fast asleep. Your eyes travel to his peaceful face full of admiration, endearment… Love, you lightly kiss his forehead and slowly snuggle closer into his warm torso. As you start to doze off into the comfortable embrace of sleep, you whisper.

‘Steven, I love you so much.’

He doesn't respond of course but you can't help but know he heard you as he squeezes you tighter in his embrace as you are both lulled to sleep.

Word Count: 1.8k

I am SUPER happy about this one-shot!!

I'm sorry for such a late response, I’ve been held up with school and such things. Anyways, I really hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Have a wonderful day <3ヾ(^▽^*)

#steven universe #all fandoms #oneshot #imagine #crystals #crystal gems #rebecca sugar #fandom #ao3 writer #cartoon #cartoon network #request #writers on tumblr #fanfic #headcanon

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targetf0rce · 1 year

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Steve Hopper (Aka Hopper Adopts Steve AU)

PART 1

TW for child abuse and neglect

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October 1977

It took a year of being back in Hawkins to discover what the "Harrington Case", as Hopper had dubbed it, truly meant. He had always seen the word on the Chief and Flo's lips before he would quietly leave the premises and return a couple hours later with no word. The paper shredder was always heard after his return.

It was a miserable wet day as he begrudgingly entered the police station, his boots and the bottom of his trousers were soaked from the flood of the drains on the road when he got out of his car. He didn't know where the rain had come from, it seemed to hit them all of a sudden at 7 AM and hadn't let up since. The day shot past without a hitch, just the usual calls and patrols. Not that they were needed, nothing ever happened in Hawkins. It was a quiet town where nothing happened but that belief would change the moment that Flo's voice spoke on the radio at around 4PM.

He parked in his usual spot, watching cars fly past for any speeders as they entered Hawkins. Bored eyes staring at them as he rested a hand on his wheel.

"Hopper, I need you to check out a call about the Harrington's. There was a noise disturbance this morning and their neighbours have been concerned about seeing someone inside the property. I asked the Chief to respond to this earlier but he's away for a family emergency." Flo spoke into the quiet to pull him away from his own boredom.

The radio crackled into life once again as Flo talked more softly into her microphone, "Hopper, whatever you see, just keep it between us, the Chief can sort it out when he’s back. Just…” her voice paused for a few seconds. “take him to the hospital and return him back.”

If that didn’t concern him, he didn’t know what did.

“Right.”

He pulled out of his spot and drove towards Loch Nora, he ignored the dread that settled in his stomach at her words. What the hell was he facing if he had to go against protocol like this. Something that warranted bribery from the sounds of it.

Everyone knew of the Harringtons, Richard and Diane, and their son, Steven. Everyone knew of how their wealth had let them own and fund most of the town’s services, it was clear that they didn’t care much of the town other than good appearances and favour in Hawkins’ eyes. They funded the police’s equipment and had done so very publicly, there was a picture of Mr Harrington shaking the Chief’s hand while they held a cheque with a massive sum on it from the newspaper clipped onto a corkboard in the station. So no wonder the Chief let whatever nasty activities they did that likely were illegal to go under the radar.

But Hopper didn’t know if he could let it slide, especially at Flo’s words. He was concerned about what kind of drunken state he was going to find Mr Harrington in. Nothing else crossed his mind, however that flew out of the window when there was no car beside the large house once he peeled off the main street towards the Harrington’s.

The house looked empty, no lights were on even though it was the evening. All the curtains were open on the front side of the house while no sound could be heard except for the rain pouring down in heavy sheets on top of everything and the sway of the trees in the wind.

He frowned, maybe they had been broken into after all, but he hadn’t seen any broken windows. There might have been one around the back, though.

Hopper approached the door and knocked, his hand resting on his gun just in case. There was no response, nothing.

He tried again, knocking louder. “This is Hawkins PD, open the door!” he called at the door and wasn’t surprised by the lack or response at this point. “I will have to use force if you don’t open the door.”

He needed to find a way into the property, he was getting soaked through. He looked down at the floor, there were no plants or pots for a key to be hidden through, he hoped that there was some way into the back door otherwise he would have to pick the door open.

Pulling his hood further over his head, Hopper trudged towards the back of the house and opened the gate. The rain rippled over the surface of the pool, while the loungers were pooled in water on the plastic material. An out building by the pool sat untouched as did the rest of the house. Whatever had caused the noise disturbance had passed and they had clearly left the property behind, but that did little to settle his nerves. Whatever this was didn’t sit well with him. Something was clearly wrong, but he didn’t know what. He just had to get to the bottom of whatever the Chief and the Harrington’s were trying to cover up.

He was about to head back to the car to get his screwdrivers to pick the lock on the glass door to the living room when he heard a soft noise behind him. A muffled sob that trailed into a whimper. He whipped his head around to face the outbuilding behind him and cursed softly. It was too high to be Mr Harrington, and that left the him to mean their son.

Hopper felt ill at the realisation as he approached the annexe, he wouldn’t have dreamed to hurt his Sara when she was still here, but he knew that not every parent had kind parents. How long had the Chief willingly let this kid get hurt in expense for their equipment and good relations? How had the Chief let it slide and sleep at night knowing that there was a boy out there needing help and he was ignoring them. Hopper knew then he was that boy’s only saviour.

“Hello? Is anyone in here?” He tried to turn the door to find it was locked, the door padlocked from the outside. “It’s Officer Hopper, I won’t let any harm come to you, if it’s you kid.” He rested his hand on the door and heard the quiet rustle of something behind the door.

No voice spoke up, but he didn’t blame the boy. He probably didn’t trust Hopper or any adult if his suspicions were true. And seeing that it was likely that Steven was locked in an outbuilding for who knows how long then he wasn’t surprised in the slightest. It left a sour taste in his mouth.

“I’m gonna go get some stuff to unlock the door and get you out of here kid.” he reassured, hoping that he was listening even if he wasn’t responding.

He quickly headed back towards his car and searched his glove compartment for his makeshift lockpick kit of screwdrivers and grabbed them before rushing back to the property. His hands shaking a little as he tried to quickly unpick the lock, lock picking wasn’t something that could be quick, but he prayed that the boy was alright for a little longer. The soft click when the padlock opened was the most relieving noise he had heard in that moment. He removed the lock and pushed the door open easily.

“Kid? Are you in here?”

Hopper flicked on the light. The room was full of summer furniture and a barbecue that looked like it had never been used, plus the equipment and filters for the pool to keep them out of the rain. A shape ducked behind the outdoor sofa with a small gasp.

“I’m not gonna hurt you Steven, I just want to help you, I promise.” he urged softly.

A small boy slowly appeared from behind the sofa, hazel eyes wide and red rimmed, his hair flopped over to one side and was slightly messy. His nose was red and snotty as tears had stained his mole speckled cheeks. He looked around the age of 9 or 10 if he had to guess. His polo shirt was crinkled and dirty as he stared at Hopper until he made eye contact with the boy and he timidly shifted his gaze to the floor.

What was concerning was the red mark that covered the kid’s cheek that looked suspiciously like a handprint. The sight was the final nail in the coffin for Hopper as he knelt down on his knee to look less intimidating to the poor kid.

He was shaking in fear and cold, there was no heating in the small annexe. One of his arms wrapped around his stomach in protection as his other hand was fidgeting with his shirt. There were no signs of blood and open wounds on the young kid, but he felt he would find bruises on him if he looked.

The Harringtons had skeletons in their closet like many people, but Hopper drew the line for sympathy when he found their kids locked in those closets too.

“You’re safe now son, I won’t let them touch you again. I promise.” He urged softly, it was a hard thing to promise another kid’s safety but by damn he wasn’t going to let anything happen to this poor boy. Sure he had assumed that he would have been just another stuck up rich kid, he hoped he had been, not a scared hurt kid.

Steven shook his head softly. “They’ll be back.” His voice was small but the haunted tone to his words was a hurricane in the silence.

“Where did they go?” he asked softly.

“I don’t know. They don’t tell me, but she said it would only be the weekend this time.” He admitted to him quietly before quickly adding, “but I’m a big boy, I can look after myself, sir.”

“This isn’t the first time?” Hopper raised an eyebrow, this was just making the case worse for the Harringtons.

Steven shook his head softly.

“When was the first time?”

He didn’t answer and stared at his hands.

“When I was 7 but I’m 10 now. I know what I’m doing but they don’t normally lock me in here.” He muttered softly, “I was being bad so it’s okay.”

The Harringtons had been keeping their son home alone for 3 years, enough so that he knew what to do and they had been hurting him for who knows how long. The sickening dread returned tenfold and Hopper knew then that he couldn't let this kid stay in this house anymore. Consequences be damned, this kid couldn't stay in this house on his own and he definitely couldn't stay with parents that hurt him enough that he felt it was his fault.

“It’s never okay, Steven.”

“Steve.” The boy spoke softly. “I prefer, Steve.”

Hopper nodded and continued. “Look son, I really don’t want you to be staying here on your own and I’m concerned about your safety here. So how about you go inside and pack some clothes and some stuff and I’ll get you a bite to eat?”

He noticed Steve perk up a bit at the mention of food, poor kid must be starving. “What about my parents, they won't be happy. They only trust the Chief.”

“Don’t worry about them. I’ll handle them, kid.”

He was going to handle them alright.

#stranger things #steve harrington #jim hopper #stranger things fanfic #stranger things au #steve hopper au #my writing #targetf0rcefics #steve harrington fanfic #jim hopper fanfic

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scare-ard--sleigh · 1 year

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tagged by @maplefiasco 8 shows to get to know me uhhhh in no particular order!!

tagging (no pressure tho!) ;; @cauldronofmorning @angellspt @spacephrasing @ambrwolf @wesninskijr @rolodextra @zapkilikan and anyone else who wants to do it !

what we do in the shadows: wwdits caters to me so heavily. it captures all of my genders. everyone's hot and fucking each other and they're all so fucking stupid. i've watched it 90 billion times and i still laugh bc the jokes still make me laugh.

midnight mass: we're setting aside my taste in men for a minute here. midnight mass does a really excellent job capturing the more horrifying aspects of growing up as an outsider in a very tight-knit religious community. i've never seen that done in a way that's resonated so much. i talked about this show a lot in therapy. plus okay fine; father skinnyjeans thee vampire [chef's kiss.]

the magicians: idk how to sum up the everything about the magicians in a few sentences. i have an eliot prayer candle lmao, his arc and his friendships and the way he does masculinity are so important to me despite the writing having a few missteps (mind the warnings definitely.) the fandom experience is unlike anything i've ever had, yes derogatorily but also in a really good way--my writing got so good because of the things that i created for this show.

steven universe / sailor moon: i combined them because while they're separately very important to me, it's for a lot of the same reasons and i don't feel right putting one without the other. i'm very saccharine underneath everything, i wanna believe love and friendship can heal anything. i grew up on sailor moon, and i think su would have had the same impact on me if i was the right age.

daredevil: where do i even start :( human disaster matt murdock is just like me fr. foggy nelson is who i wish i was (he also reminds me so much of my husband.) i almost went to law school bc of this fucking show. it's the first time i ever saw two guys crying during an argument bc they love each other that much (nelson v murdock is a treasure of an episode.) i didn't dig s3 as much and i hated the defenders but god the rest of it's so good.

bob's burgers: it's less because i think it's deeply telling and more because it's 100% comfort food. if i'm sick or stoned or sad or trying to find a crowdpleaser, bob's is always my go-to. their family and bob & linda's parenting methods are a lot of what i picture for myself when the time comes.

death note: death note was the thing i was obsessed with as a teenager and while i missed a lot of the point of it, it also is what started making me smarter about media consumption, interpretation, and analysis. mello is also like thee gender of all time.

succession: the latest and greatest "oh jeez that's me." like firstly i love watching shows about terrible rich people but to dig deeper: some of the dynamics hit soooo fucking close. i feel like the portrayal of mental illness and abuse are done almost too well: proceed with caution.

honorable mentions:

buffy the vampire slayer: buffy was the first show i ever got like really, really obsessed with (as well as the first canon i ever tried to make an oc for) but it's almost impossible to recommend for actual viewing bc of how badly it's aged. i didn't rewatch it for the many years, cringed through the last one, and am at permanent hiatus since we've entered the Joyce Is Dying arc which is just like painful to watch on top of the uhhh. joss whedon writing.

archer fx: i don't think archer's necessarily required viewing to get to know me, but i've definitely done some of my best writing for that canon and if you're willing to listen to me talk ad nauseam about archer and cyril's dynamic i'll probably love you forever.

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heauxplesslydevoted · 2 years

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Hello!

There have been a few versions of fics where a happily married Ethan/MC learn that Ethan has a long-lost child that he was unaware of. To make matters worse, before they were wed, he told MC he didn't want children, so she agreed to this (begrudgingly).

Let's flip...

What would happen if your Ethan learned that your MC had a child which was put up for adoption before they met, and she never told him? Given his own abandonment issues, how would this impact his feelings toward MC and their relationship going forward?

(Don't blame me; someone hoisted this on me last night, and now I need to know other writers' answers! lol Oh, and if I sent this twice, forgive me, it's 2:28 AM and my dumb ass should be in bed.) :)

Oh my god, how could you dump something so angsty on me. I literally just woke up, bestie 😩

Okayyyyyy let’s go. I might turn this into a fic, with better grammar later on.

Naomi gets pregnant at 17. Despite always using protection, she and her boyfriend, Steven are still that 1% of people who get pregnant while taking all precautions.

Financially, Naomi knows she’d be fine. But emotionally/mentally/physically? She knows without a doubt that she would be a horrible mother at 17 years old. She doesn’t want to subject a kid to her selfishness and unwillingness to sacrifice her goals.

Naomi’s already committed to Johns Hopkins, and her boyfriend is leaving the east coast and going to California for college. Neither one of them wants to put any of their plans on hold, so they know early on that Naomi isn’t keeping the baby. Thankfully their parents support the decision 1000000% and do not try to talk them out of it.

They’re quickly connected to a couple, Sheila and Franklin Foster. They live in Arlington, Sheila is a 5th teacher, Franklin works for The Pentagon. They’ve been trying to conceive a baby for 6 years with no luck, and instantly, Naomi knows she’s meant to help them.

After she gives birth to a healthy baby boy, Naomi insists that he’s immediately handed to Sheila so she can experience mommy and son bonding. For a split second, the urge to hold him and never let him go crossed her mind, but she knew that wouldn’t work for anyone.

After two days in the hospital, Naomi is discharged.

She cries. She cries a lot. She takes 3 weeks off from school. Her mom finds a support group for her to join, and that’s that. She graduated high school at the top of her class and went on to college, and the rest is history.

Ethan finds out when they get engaged and on a fluke. One night, he stumbles across a box of momentos in Naomi’s closet, tipped over, the contents spilled out. Out comes an ultrasound and the first thing he notices is the date. It’s dated for 12 years ago. When confronted, Naomi confesses that she was pregnant as a teen and gave the baby up.

Ethan is shocked to hear this, but he listens to her nonetheless. How could she keep something like this from him? Something so huge.

“It’s not like I have a kid out there that I’m not raising or abandoned at my parents house,” Naomi says, and it kills whatever rebuttal Ethan was going to throw at her regarding his own parentage. “I didn’t let them grow attached to me and then leave them. I was a kid myself, I knew I wasn’t in the right space to bring a baby into this world and properly care for them. I’m not a mom. Sheila is his mom. I’m just someone who had the opportunity to help a very deserving couple.”

“I get a picture and a birthday card every year from his parents,” Naomi says, absentmindedly pointing to their bedroom closet. Ethan surmises that’s where she keeps them. “His name is Isaac, he’s 11 years old. The family live in Virginia, and Isaac is great at science and loves football. He wants to be an astronaut football player, and he has a 5 year old sister named Maya who wants to be a princess.” She laughs. “And knowing that, knowing that he’s loved and cared for, and his hobbies and interests are being nurtured, and he’s surrounded by such a great family is more than enough for me. I know Steven and I made the right choice, and I don’t have a single regret.”

“Does he know he’s adopted?”

“Yes. He’s sent me a few pictures before. He said I’m a cool lady who helped him find his mommy and daddy.”

“Would you ever want to meet him?” Ethan asks gently. “If he reached out, what would you say?”

“I would love meet him,” Naomi replies. “After he’s 18 and an adult, of course, I don’t want to overstep.”

“I’m sorry I never told you,” Naomi continues, sniffling. She doesn’t know why she’s crying right now. She’s not even sad. “It’s not something I’m ashamed of at all, so I shouldn’t have kept it a secret.”

“I’m sorry for jumping down your throat,” Ethan tells her, all of his righteous indignation completely gone from his body. “That wasn’t fair, especially since I didn’t have all the facts.”

“I know you said you wanted to be selfish and continue living your life, but I think you are one of the strongest and most selfless people I know. Selfish would’ve been keeping him despite knowing you weren’t in any position to do so. You decided to give Isaac a life that he deserved and putting someone else’s life and well-being above your own is the the most loving thing you could do.” Ethan sighs and wipes away one of Naomi’s tears. He hates seeing her cry. “I got caught up in my head and wanted to compare you to my mother, and I know you’re nothing like her, not at all. I’m sorry for even attempting the comparison.

“Apology accepted.”

The two of them settle onto Naomi’s bed, neither of them wanting to pack anymore, exhausted by the turn of events.

“Hey, Naomi?”

“Yes.”

“For what it’s worth, I know for a fact you’ll make an excellent mom one day.”

#ethan ramsey #Ethan x Naomi

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usaigi · 2 years

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Chicago Trip

Lunar sys au character cards | Read all chapters on ao3

‘Birdy, do you have your bird flu vaccine?’ Marc asks her in a teasing tone.

‘Why…?’ Birdy asks suspiciously, slowly glancing up from her game.

‘Will they let you on a plane without it?’

Birdy groans, rolling her head back in irritation. ‘You’re so annoying, I’m not actually a bird. Where are we even going?’

‘Chicago.’

‘Why Chicago?’

‘You want to see dad again, right?’ She freezes, her pale complexion somehow turning even paler as the blood leaves her face. Slowly, he reaches over to grab her hand, gently taking it as if to let her know he’s not upset. Then, he says, ‘I owe you an apology. For how I’ve treated you. When we were younger, I used to get so frustrated with my dad because he never listened. He tried to help, to be there but he never actually listened to what I needed. It was always what he thought I needed. And I just realized I've been treating you the same way.

‘But you can’t keep secrets like that from us. It hurt me when I found you were messaging him, and I know that I hurt you first by refusing to even have a conversation about him but that doesn’t excuse your actions.’

‘I’m sorry…’ She says softly, tears clouding her eyes. She brings up the hand Marc was holding to wipe her tears.

‘I can’t tell you everything right now. Maybe one day but right now, talking about the past, it physically hurts me. I feel this hole in my chest and I feel my heart sink–’

‘I understand. I know I joke about it all but when I think about it I get so scared and I’m convinced I’m still there and–’

‘I know.’ He pauses, letting the silence ring in the background. ‘I promise I’ll listen to you and your needs if you promise not to go behind our backs, okay?’

‘Okay. Thank you, Marc,’ and with that, Birdy wraps her arms around him in a tight embrace, resting her head against his chest. Marc hugs back, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

Marc brings it up in the next system meeting, Birdy, Kid, and Steven vote in favor, Jake and Daniela don’t oppose it as long as they don’t have to talk to their dad, and Mr. Knight couldn’t care less about ‘non-Moon Knight problems.’

It’s Layla’s first time in Chicago, the Lunar system’s first time since they left all those years ago. A landscape of a distant past, part of Marc felt like a ghost haunting a memory as he walks past all the familiar sights. But when he looks at Layla's cheerful face, and when he feels Steven's excitement, Marc focuses on grounding, enjoying the present and leaving the past in a box. They plan fun tourist things for the start of the trip, in case it doesn’t go well with Elias the trip won’t be a total waste.

Marc takes Layla to the bean, snapping artistic pictures of her beautiful self posing by the statue. And before they’re able to walk away, Marc gets a compulsive urge to slap the bean with his hand as hard as he can, making the whole bean ring. Passive influence strikes again.

They go for deep dish somewhere nearby; Marc and Jake argue about pizza.

‘New York slices are fine but one Chicago slice is the equivalent of two meals. You need a whole New York style pie for it to be a meal,’ Marc explains to Jake internally as the waiters sets the piping hot cheesy dedicated deep dish pizza on their table. Marc passes Layla his plate as she serves him a slice.

‘It’s a casserole , it’s not pizza,’ Jake argues.

‘Thicker is better,’ Marc shrugs, taking a sip of water.

‘Yeah, I’m sure your wife agrees with that,’ Jake says casually, catching Marc off guard and causing him to choke on his water. Layla, completely obvious to their internal debate, tilts her head in confusion before passing him a napkin.

And then they go see a play.

“Want to go see Hamilton? They have tickets on sale,” Marc asks Layla, showing her the ad on his phone.

“Hamilton’s such a weird concept, isn’t it? Like I understand trying to reframe and reclaim American history by casting black and brown actors whose stories have historically been erased but it still seems weird to have POC play slave owners and sing hip hop,” Layla says.

“So no?”

“No, I’d love to, I want to see Tomas Jefferson in a Miku binder.”

And they get good Latin food, none of the sweet stuff they have in England.

“See Steven, this is what a pupusa should be. Not the garbage they have in London.”

“Mhm.” Steven just nods along, stuffing his face with the most delicious vegan bean and ‘cheese’ pupusa.

Layla even surprises Marc with cub tickets, sliding the tickets toward him as they eat breakfast.

“Cubs tickets?” Marc asks in disbelief.

“Yes! I booked them as soon as we agreed to come here. Figured you and Kid would like it,” she smiles with rosy cheeks.

“Layla, this is so thoughtful, thank you. You don’t have to come, I know you don’t like sports.”

“No but I love you and I want to spend time with you.”

And later they take Kid to the lego store, he struggles to contain his excitement as soon as they enter the store. Squeezing Ms. Layla's hand as he rocks slightly from side to side.

‘Can I get this?’ Kid asks, holding a new Spider-Man lego set.

‘Don’t you already have it?’ Jake asks.

‘No, I have the Spider-Man with the suit he wore in Germany, this one is the suit he wore in the battle against Thanos.’

‘Sure,’ Jakes sighs.

‘Hey Jake? Did you fight against Thanos?’ Kid asks, as Ms. Layla pays for his present.

‘Yup. We had to rescue Spider-Man from some aliens.’

And then they take Birdy to a cute ice cream shop where they decorate the ice cream scoop into little animals.

“What if you get rocky way and kookie monster and I can get mango tango and tuti fruity and then we can share,” Birdy proposes, after intensely staring at the different flavors.

“Of course, habibti. Just don’t tell Steven,” Layla laughs. “What animal?”

“They don’t have birds or cats,” Birdy pouts, reading over the menu. “I’ll do bear and koala. How about you?”

“Panda and unicorn.”

They snap a picture before decapitating the adorable ice cream cuties.

Daniela demands to go to the zoo and Layla happily obliges.

“Look Dani, the two little red pandas are snuggling,” Layla points out.

“We should steal them. Gatarina needs some friends,” Daniela jokes.

“That would be so cute.”

Mr. Knight doesn’t even ask for permission, as soon Khonshu lets them know about a criminal in the area they’re already suited up, no time to waste. Layla joins them because someone needs to keep them in check.

#moon knight #marc spector #layla el faouly #steven grant #jake lockley #marvel #usaigi speaks #mk lunar sys #lunar sys & dad arc

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Okay. Okay. I'm okay. Totally absolutely fine. Yup. One hundred percent okay. I am definitely not internally screaming, crying, sobbing...

Wade trying his best to be patient in his own way. Sending pink camelias to Steven that mean, I miss you. Excuse me while I go astral project for a moment.

(,,,,,also I am 👀👀 @ the title of the fic, sooo hopefully there will be a point where Wade doesn't need to send the pink camelias anymore. Perhaps the most obvious thing ever, but it didn't quite click in my brain until I was re-reading the chapter for the second time.)

Again, I one thousand and ten percent agree with Wade. Moon knight is hot while beating the shit out of people.

Marc and Wade together! Marc and Wade! Sad Marc who is going-through-it and Wade missing Steven but kind of again in his own way, trying to be there for Marc, to understand him. How he was watching him, wanting to figure him out. Marc is so sad, angry, and tired. I want to give him a hug.

Wadeee brought him a shampoo bar! I— 🥺 Forget every romantic gesture I have seen or read. This is it for me. Top tier in my opinion and maybe I am a fool but like that alone make me wanna swoon, 👉👈 just knowing he was doing that for Steven and knew what kind of scents he liked and he brought some specifically for Marc. And made sure to correct him right away when he assumed it was for Steven.

"We need you." Please, have mercy on me. I need a minute. It is simple and the truth. And it sucker punched me right in the heart.

I was so happy that Wade wanted Marc to get some rest while he went to get the scarab to help out, because of course, Wade would do that and of course, it was too good to be true and to be that easy.

The ending—

They took Wade’s boyfriend, whose hair smells like honey, and Wade’s going to kill them.

Yes. Wade, I fully support this agenda.

ao3 what do you mean I can't leave kudos again?! This is outrageous. You have blessed us with another amazing chapter and I feel like a giddy little kid. I am low-key thinking of this fic as an early birthday gift to myself. I love it so much!

yes yes yesssss!!!!! picturing marc getting these flowers meant for NOT HIM, for someone wade misses because IT'S MARC'S FAULT HE'S NOT HERE, and the guilt!! the sadness!!! marc doesn't even want to be here

i love!!!! wade and his love language of shampoo bars. he just wants marc to know that he sees them as individuals??? both important??? both deserving shampoo bars??? i love wade!!!

i just have so many feelings about steven being SO EASY to love because of how open and sweet he is, and marc thinking that he's hard to love??? so sadly bitter about it and guilty that he feels that way??

and happy early birthday!!!!!! consider this fic a birthday present because it is SO MUCH FOR YOU :D

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white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 3 years

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Touch it for Real, Part 9

Genre: Humor / Fluff / Angst / (Eventual) Smut 18+

Warnings: OMG they were roommates / slice of life / slow burn / mutual pining / crude humor / cursing / virgin!baek / idiots to lovers / unresolved sexual tension

Characters: Baekhyun X You/Female Reader

Description: You teach Baekhyun how to date. (Basically the Get You Alone M/V)

A/N: DO NOT YELL AT ME! It is going to be okay.

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10

You had a secret.

For such an abstract and shapeless thing you could sure feel it sitting in there.

It was pulsing.

Your secret felt like a splinter lodged just under a single taste bud that sat in the center of your tongue. You could feel your white blood cells attacking it, trying their best to push it up and push it out, but still it clung tight with its sharp barbs lodged within your cell walls. You brushed your tongue against your teeth.

The secret did not budge.

What you knew about them though, was that secrets did not like to stay hidden forever.

Your fork slipped and clanked noisily against the ceramic plate and the bright orange carrot ball rolled across the smooth white surface nearly sliding over the edge onto the white linen. Whoever decided that your steamed vegetables needed to be shaped into spheres simply for aesthetics should be forced to come out here and explain how you were supposed to spear one of these things while also avoiding the risk of it shooting across the table and hitting your date in the face.

Ben turned out to be very nice. If you were into tall, handsome, clean-looking, and responsible guys who drove their own cars and also had things like health insurance and retirement plans. When you first saw him, you were struck by the firmness you felt when he shook your hand and smiled brightly at you. He had all of his teeth and a head full of hair. He was definitely walking around on his real legs too. He looked like the kind of guy who didn’t let the clean laundry sit in the dryer for longer than a day and changed out his toothbrush every three months. You couldn't see a single fault.

You were trying your best to make a good first impression.

Really, you were.

Well, while also keeping an eye on Baekhyun who sat beside you with his focus down on his plate as he sliced his food into bite sized bits. His control of the fork and knife felt so careful and so exacting, it neared obsession. He had not ordered the steamed vegetables. None of his food rolled.

Across from him, looking just as cute in person as her online dating profile pictures conveyed, was Mia.

Mia was fine.

She was fine.

You didn't want to get into it.

Her clothes were fine. They were exactly the kinds of clothes you had expected she would wear.

Her hair was fine.

She actually had a hairstyle that reminded you of one of the characters in an anime you watched with Baekhyun once and you wondered about the upkeep costs of that particular shade of blue that streaked through her hair. You wondered if she had to switch to blue towels and blue pillow cases or if everything in her house was just stained forever.

Baekhyun’s cheeks blushed when he shook her hand and his smile was bashful, if not a bit tight when she complimented his glasses. Your mind briefly considered the plush, expensive white towels you both owned at home and a flash of horror overcame you for a split second when you imagined those towels streaked with a blue stain from the shower.

He bought those glasses at a store. Anyone can go to the store and buy glasses. Did such a superficial compliment really warrant such a deep shade of pink on his cheeks?

You took a sip of your glass of wine and the sweet, cool liquid had a tart aftertaste that lingered on your taste buds long after you swallowed and you stabbed roughly at the runaway carrot again, impaling it with the prongs of your fork.

Finally.

“I got it,” you said out loud to yourself with a wide smile and you held your prize up in front of your face for a second. Long enough for your eyes to drift across your table to meet Ben’s and you caught the soft amused chuckle that puffed from his nose.

You’d already gotten through the backstory. Starting with the curious question from Mia about how you and Baekhyun got to know each other and you took a quick glance toward Ben as Baekhyun explained that you and he had been roommates for a couple of years. You caught the slight smile on Ben’s lips as he looked down into his water glass and you wondered if he was pleased that he already knew the answer to this question as you had been quick to tell him this important detail about your life as you chatted with him during the last week or so.

Mia on the other hand simply let her eyes drift over from Baekhyun’s face to land on yours for a moment and you offered a disarming smile by way of explanation. Not that either of you had any explaining to do. You could live with whoever you wanted to live with. It took her ten seconds to return your smile, although you didn't quite believe it, or believe that she was done with her curiosities about this topic.

You couldn't really blame her although you’d given her nothing to be suspicious about. Not in the last 20 minutes since you’d all arrived and nibbled on shared appetizers, at least.

Hell, you hadn’t even touched him all day. From before you both arrived at this fancy restaurant and just relinquished your coats to some stranger simply because she held a hand out and sported a severe enough hairdo and manic look in her eyes that was too frightening to question. From the morning when you woke up and wandered into your kitchen to make toast for one and you ignored the sound of his feet shuffling in, half-asleep to grab a yogurt from the fridge. You hadn’t even helped him style his hair; which looked stunning, by the way, with the waves and the faded brown color that absolutely looked like something the perfect boyfriend would let you play with as he laid on your lap. He hadn’t even asked for your help picking out his outfit. He’d simply done it all on his own and waited for you by the front door wearing those jeans and smelling like that familiar scent that he bought for your date with him weeks back.

When had this all become so awkward? You’d never been afraid to touch Baekhyun before but now, well, the touches hadn’t ever concealed quite so much meaning before.

By the time the entrees arrived the conversations had moved on to hobbies and interests.

Ben was a movie buff, and his favorites were mostly mainstream blockbusters of the Marvel Superhero variety. He enjoyed many of the genres of films you’d mostly seen just the previews of. His top ten contained a bit more horror than you were comfortable with. One in particular, a prolific film based on a Steven King novel, had been the kind of psychologically terrifying film that made your chest rattle and you had spent most of the second half of that movie with your face buried in Baekhyun’s arm begging him to just describe to you what was happening and to tell you when the scary parts were over.

When he asked you what your favorite movie was you hesitated for a moment before pulling the movie Forrest Gump out of basically thin air. Yes you had enjoyed the movie. Yes it was something you’d seen more than once and if it was on television right now you would sit down and watch it from start to finish and you would enjoy it. It was a respectable favorite to have. It was the kind of favorite movie you would not be embarrassed to show to your grandmother.

But it wasn’t actually your favorite and you could feel the burden of Baekhyun’s eyes as he turned his head to look at your face when you said it.

Something about naming, out loud with your own lips — the light and fun, mindless guilty pleasure of the film that was actually your favorite movie that you’d watched hundreds of times and returned to watch again and again every time you felt even a little bit upset; something about saying it out loud to this table of people with countless of hours of media consumption under their belts and opinions about things like prolific directors, production companies, hefty CGI budgets, and overused, tired tropes that absolutely should be dropped in 2021, well it just felt too vulnerable for you to say out loud.

You swallowed a sip of your wine and refused to turn your head to look at Baekhyun until you heard the sound of his throat swallowing the ice water he sipped.

When Mia changed the topic to Anime you felt Baekhyun come alive beside you and Ben slinked back in his seat a little as the two of them got to talking about something that was highly anticipated and was slated to be released next year. Rumors about artists and directors with names you could not know flew easily from their lips and Mia mentioned the name of one previous work that you recognized.

In fact you had watched the entire thing last year with Baekhyun and you remembered talking excitedly about it with Mia during one of your early text conversations.

Your face lit up and you happily joined in, excited to finally know what in the world they were talking about when you accidentally let something slip when you reminded her of what she had said about the anime before. Luckily you stopped yourself before you could admit that you had actually been the one she had been chatting with at the time.

Still, she caught it. She was very quick and sharp and you watched her face as she registered that you’d referenced something that only Baekhyun should know about. Had you just fucked up?

“Ahh, we,” you raised your index finger and waved it lightly toward where Baekhyun had stiffened up in his seat beside you, “he told me about what you said.”

There was a moment when her eyes widened and she looked at Baekhyun briefly before returning her focus to you.

“He...told you about me?” She lifted a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, straightened her back and leaned forward with her forearms rested in front of her plate on the table. Her off-the-shoulders number dipped when she leaned in and you caught a bit of black lace and the bunch up of her impressive bosom.

She smiled a coy smile aimed across the table.

You followed the smile and your eyes reached Baekhyun. He’d been hit with the smile and had been too stunned to return it. Instead, he lifted a hand and rubbed it over the back of his neck twice before reaching the same hand forward to grab the ice water he’d been sipping all night as he pulled in a mouthful and puffed his cheeks before covering his lips with his flattened palm and swallowing noisily.

“I also mentioned you to my friend,” Mia said not quietly enough for it to be just for him and you dropped your eyes down to the half finished chicken on your plate.

She was fine. Mia was fine. She’d done absolutely nothing wrong. She was nice and she was probably a good person, but you kind of wanted her to die.

“So,” Ben interjected suddenly and you looked across the table at him as you tried to conceal the surprise on your face to find him sitting there.

You noticed he was done with his food and his plate had already been cleared away by the super attentive waitstaff.

The negligence of your own date weighed heavily on you and you angled your chest forward to face him directly for whatever questions he had for you.

He was pointing toward Baekhyun and Mia with his extended finger and raised eyebrows.

“You two work in computers?” It was a work question. He’d gathered this much from the brief introductions everyone had given and while you had failed to offer any insight as to what you did for a living, Baekhyun and Mia had both mentioned computers.

“He’s a software engineer, and I’m a programmer. Similar but not the same,” Mia explained. You weren't sure of any of the details or of how they were different. You hadn’t really put much thought into it. You knew Baekhyun worked the magic with the keyboard and could fix anything that you happened to break.

“I’m in advertising. Just got scouted by Comma Entertainment and I’ve accepted.” Ben had a hand raised to his chest and his eyebrows were up. This seemed important to him and you let your lips form into an impressed O shape as you raised your eyebrows. His tone and the way he said the name of his new employer seemed to warrant the excited reaction.

You weren't familiar at all with his industry but you knew how to react like you knew what he was talking about. He certainly seemed impressed by himself. Who were you to discourage his enthusiasm.

“You’ve heard of it?” You sold it too well. Baekhyun had leaned close to you and whispered an aside question and you shot him a tense look with your eyes as a warning, but you quickly pushed your smile wide for Ben who was, deservedly, very excited about his new position.

“Of course, who doesn’t know Comma for advertising. That’s a very big deal. Is that why you were so busy last week? We hardly got to talk.”

Your subject change was so slick. If you hadn’t been the one to do it, you’d have been impressed by it. The disappointed pout on your face sold it well.

“Actually I was at the bank a lot last week. It was so weird. I had a few accounts that seemed to be hacked but then it turned out to be nothing. Had to change all my passwords though, so that was annoying.”

“That sucks. They didn't take anything did they?” Mia spoke up from beside Ben; concern written all over her face.

“No. Whoever did it just seemed to access purchase histories mostly. Some loser of a hacker. Didn't even get any money.” Ben’s lips pulled wide and he was laughing with his head thrown back at his perceived victory over the hacker that had been messing around in his bank records.

“You can learn a remarkable amount of information about a person’s bad habits from their bank history, Ben. Sure utilities and rent; that’s boring. You can find out how often someone gets hammered at bars. How many of those bars are also strip clubs. How many maxed out credit cards they make minimum payments on each month just to keep their head above water. Their gambling losses and the motel rooms they book in the bad part of town…”

Baekhyun was speaking up beside you. You turned and you looked at his profile as he spoke so candidly and with what you could only describe as a certain smugness on his voice.

The only reason he’d stopped talking was to catch his breath. It was the most he had spoken all night and you honestly felt taken aback by the suddenness of his words and more, the topic he spoke on. It felt weirdly pointed. It just felt so detailed; almost accusatory.

“What?” You hissed the question; focused it hard and as under your breath as possible to the man seated beside you.

His lips closed up before his eyes turned to look at you and you caught a quick blink of his eyes that preceded a softening of his features that had no business looking that confrontational in the first place.

“I’m not saying any of that stuff applies to Ben.” Baekhyun lifted a slim dismissive hand to wave toward your date. “It’s just an example. For all we know Ben’s only weakness is eating fried chicken every day.”

Ben’s lips were pulled into a thin line on his face and his jaw unclenched when you looked back at him. Then he was smiling at you and it was bright and convincing. You smiled back at him and shook your head at your wacky roommate’s antics.

“Actually it’s pizza. You caught me buddy, I’m a hardcore pizza addict. Every night.”

“Well, not tonight.” Baekhyun shrugged with an odd smile landing on his lips.

Ben’s tight smile flattened and the two men seemed to be staring at each other for longer than you thought was polite for a shared first double-date.

“So what is it that you do?” It was Mia who ultimately broke the tension and you looked across the table into her eyes. She had a pleasant smile on her face and was still chewing on a piece of bread, clearly unbothered by the strange standoff that had just been going on between the two men at this table.

Surely you weren't the only one to notice how odd it had been. Had you just imagined the tightness in Baekhyun’s fist that laid over his thigh and the hard glare in Ben’s eyes?

With Mia’s question though, you felt your own lips pull closed and your eyes danced around the table to the other curious parties who also were now looking at you to answer the question.

You’d prepared well for this date. You’d made sure Baekhyun had the detailed first date topics, questions and answers for perfect small talk, even the section on table etiquette. You’d made sure he knew you’d be here to steer the conversations toward topics he was comfortable discussing and you’d even set up a safety signal he would use if he wanted to bail and just go home.

You’d planned it all out, down to the detailed progression of the evening and how at the end someone might even suggest going together for drinks. And should one of the dates wish to split off, it would be completely okay as long as the corresponding person felt comfortable. You’d even promised that under no circumstances would you abandon Baekhyun to do this on his own if he didn't want to. Not even at the behest of Ben, your date.

They were looking at you and you'd gone quiet. You’d been so busy preparing for this date that it never occurred to you that you were also actively involved and that someone might possibly ask a question about you and your work.

Your work. Well…

“Uhh...I don't really do anything worth mentioning.”

You felt it. It was a warmth that had pooled in the skin around your nose. Your cheeks felt warm and you felt just insignificant enough for it to take your undeserved confidence and throw it out the window.

Ben and Mia were watching you. You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth and bit down on the dry chapped skin on the surface.

“Nothing?” Ben said and his eyes were wide with a look of confusion on his face.

“Well, not nothing.” You were not completely unemployed. You had been quite impressive before. You’d been working with the best publicists of an entertainment company and had been in charge of crafting and perfecting the asset sheets of many of your company's highest profile artists. You’d been the best at it and at one time had been highly sought out for your expertise. You had a way with it. You could work some real magic. You could make a dud of a raw potato sound like a five star course in a Michelin star restaurant. Losing your position in the spring of 2020 had really been a huge blow to your confidence. You looked back at how far you had fallen. Boring data entry jobs to make ends meet. Taking on weird side gigs so you could afford tiny luxuries like your favorite scented lotion or the name brand tampons instead of the store brand.

“I do have a job.” You added lamely. “It’s just not at all interesting.”

Ben dropped his eyes from yours and Mia shrugged her shoulders and stabbed a carrot ball expertly on the first try.

“Yeah but what is it?” Mia said as she chewed daintily. The heat in your cheeks spread and you let your eyes wander away from hers over the various dinner items that covered this table.

Beside you, Baekhyun’s movement caught your eye and you turned to see him place an elbow on the table in front of him and he leaned forward.

“She’s a dating coach. She’s really good at it, but much too modest when she talks about herself.”

Oh no. He wasn't about to spill the beans was he? This was definitely not something in the approved list of first date dinner topics. Wasn't this topic too incriminating? Wouldn't Mia put two and two together and figure out that you had been coaching Baekhyun all along? Also, wasn't this new profession of yours too brand new to start talking about so freely like this? What the hell was he doing?

“A dating coach? What’s that?”

Strangely, Mia didn't seem to be looking at Baekhyun with wheels turning and sirens blaring. She was looking at you with her mouth empty and hung open with a look of genuine interest in her eyes.

“Do you like, feed them what to say in an earpiece?” Ben was speaking up from the other side of Mia and you laughed at the absurdity of such a silly rom-com movie cliche.

“Well no. I’m not a pickup artist. I am a dating coach. Think about it like a sports coach. I am teaching my clients the skills to play the game. Skills to overcome dating anxiety, or I’m teaching them to identity and move away from self-sabotaging behaviors, limiting beliefs, or preconceptions that are detrimental to a healthy relationship.

I have clients that don't even know where to begin. My goal is to strategize with them and place them effectively within the dating scene so they stand the best chance. It’s incredibly hard to be objective about your own love life, but I provide an outside viewpoint. I step in and intervene when I see something that isn't in line with their relationship goals or the vision they have for dating.

I’m not teaching manipulation or just telling them what to say. There are no love spells to make someone fall in love with you. I’m changing the way they believe in themselves so they can present themselves to someone else in the absolute best way to begin a real relationship with someone.”

You’d been leaning in as you spoke animatedly with your hands. You felt the genuine excitement building with your words. You were surprised at how much of your previous profession’s language applied to this new exciting endeavor you were embarking on, but there really were tons of overlapping similarities between the two fields. The explanations just poured out of you.

You hadn’t said any of this out loud before to anyone but the more you talked about it, the more elated you felt about what you were doing with your life. With how much you had been helping Baekhyun and how much progress you had seen in just one day of helping your clients — Baekhyun’s friends Minseok and Sehun. Sehun had finally, finally sent you his first selfie that wasn’t taken from his lap after you’d sent him many examples of good selfies taken from different angles. Minseok was already halfway through the materials you’d sent him to study and had been working hard on identifying and changing the self-defeating language he’d used in his rough draft dating profile.

“She has an app.” Baekhyun piped up from beside you. He’d leaned back in his chair as you spoke.

Both Ben and Mia’s faces mirrored each other’s. Their eyes were wide and their mouths hung in amazement and you quickly closed up your own mouth and grabbed anxiously at your wine glass, feeling a little bit embarrassed about having talked so much. You couldn't resist the chance to smash their misconceptions about what your goals actually were with helping your clients. None of these people were unlovable. They were all worthy of finding someone and you were going to give it your all to help them see their own value.

“Not at all interesting?” Mia spoke up, “that’s super interesting. That’s really, really cool. Can—Can I have your contact info? I have a friend that would be interested in your services.”

“You have an app too? This is something we could advertise online. It would do extremely well on certain kinds of reddit forums and definitely in most online gaming communities.” Even Ben sounded excited, if not a bit overly judgmental, and you heard a quiet, but hostile scoff next to you.

You ticked your head toward the sound but did not turn to look at him. You knew that scoff well enough to hear the annoyance in his voice at whatever he thought Ben might be insinuating about online gamers and the connection to the incels that haunted the forums of reddit.

“I think it’s a bit premature to think about online advertising. I’m still only one person.”

Ben smiled and shrugged off your quick dismissal of his idea to partner up and advertise your business to the desperately lonely and pathetic gamers of the world. Hell, the more you thought about it, the less inappropriate Baekhyun’s annoyance was. Ben could use some coaching on choosing less insulting words.

Thankfully the dinner was over and the check had been taken care of. You looked away from the palpable awkwardness that slapped you across the face when Baekhyun waved away Ben’s card and paid for the entire bill with his own.

“You can get me next time, buddy.” He definitely said this word sarcastically. It was out of line and you simply could not find the right moment to pinch his leg under the table to get him to behave himself in a discrete enough way that would not get you caught by the other two people at this table.

You let it slide simply because you had no way to stop it. He was ignoring the way you waved your finger frantically at him down by your calf. You knew he could see you in his peripherals.

No, Baekhyun. Stop that. Be nice. Your hand was saying. He wouldn't even look at it.

The dinner was over and the movie was starting soon. You’d picked a restaurant that was close enough to the theatre that you could walk.

You paired off. It was far from natural. You actually caught Baekhyun’s eyes as you stepped quickly and walked ahead of him, falling into step beside Ben and you left behind Baekhyun and Mia to bring up the rear. It took every ounce of self control not to turn around and look behind you to see how closely they walked to each other. To see if Baekhyun kept his hands shoved securely in his pockets or if he swung his arms at his side as he walked, inching a hand closer and closer to Mia’s swinging hand in the hopes of a back of the hand brush of his warm skin against hers.

Your steps must have stalled. You’d reached the theatre and you looked up to locate Ben, only to find him at the box office purchasing four tickets for the movie you’d all agreed to watch days ago. For the life of you, you couldn't remember what you were seeing. You merely followed where you were led and found yourself seated in a center row of a movie house sandwiched between Ben and Baekhyun. You noticed the center armrests had been lifted when you arrived and simply did not bother to lower them since everyone was too full from dinner for any movie snacks or drinks.

The house was mostly empty and then lights dimmed as the movie began. You searched your brain and nearly pulled out your phone to check your chat logs for the name of the film but decided against shining a tiny bright light in a dark room.

The movie began and you were quickly drawn into the narrative. It was a dark film and as the soundtrack began to take on more sinister sounding tones you recognized that your heart was racing and you were feeling the tension all over your body. It was not a gorey horror film, but it was leaning more toward the psychological suspense thriller genre. Not really something you watched much of.

To your left, Ben sat completely still; focused only on the movie screen. He looked so calm and nearly unaffected by the terrifying things happening on the screen. He occasionally shifted in his seat but did not react to the jump scare that flashed before your eyes and made you flinch hard in your seat. You’d reached the point in the film when the main characters were in genuine danger and you began to wonder if anyone would make it out of this movie alive. Was this one of those films where everyone was doomed?

It happened again, another jump, another loud shocking sound and another noise startled you and you dove to your right, hiding your face in the warm shoulder of the man sitting beside you.

The realization was instantaneous. The second you felt the warmth of his arm, and the smell of him hit your nose, you pulled your head up and you straightened out your spine, mumbling a quiet apology to Baekhyun for using his arm to hide behind as you removed any and all contact points you had with his body. You angled your hips and your knees away from him and even went so far as to stick your hands well under your own thighs and keep them there so you didn't grab for him again. You had been doing so well by not touching him at all today. Why did it have to be a scary movie?

Things grew more frantic on the screen. You held your breath and tried your best to keep from reacting as much as you could. How long was this movie? How much longer did you have to endure this? You should have paid more attention to the details of this part of the date. This was your own fault. You were acting like a big baby because you couldn't handle a little frightening scenes in a movie.

It was coming again. You could feel it building. You closed your eyes and terrible sounds were erupting all over. You would just not look. You could make it through if you just didn't look. With your eyes closed the sounds felt louder than ever and when you thought you couldn't take it anymore you considered committing the enormous sin of getting up during the climax of the movie to use the bathroom just so you didn't have to sit through this anymore.

There was a shift beside you then. You felt warm fingers inching down your forearm, traveling the path your hand took that led below your thigh and someone was reaching for your hand and pulling it out from where you’d been sitting on it. Someone to your right was gripping your hand with his own warm hand and you opened your eyes to look down between the hidden space between your hip and Baekhyun’s hip. There, you saw the grip of his hand that wrapped securely around yours.

He squeezed down once and you followed the length of him up to catch a glimpse of the side of his face. He was looking up at the screen. His eyes were open and he did not flinch at all. He was so still aside from the occasional movement of his lips when he moistened them with his tongue.

You could handle this if he lent you a little bit of his strength like this. Your eyes returned to the screen but your mind wandered back down to the secure comfort you felt in his hand.

You felt your own secret throb.

It made you flinch just a little bit and Baekhyun’s hand shifted then. He moved, lifting the tight grip for a moment and you wondered if he was done, would he take his hand back and leave you cold and afraid again? The lift was for the shift of his fingers and you felt the push of each digit between yours. He pushed his fingers between yours; interlocking your hands together with his and his thumb moved lightly over your own thumb, brushing comforting strokes again and again through the loud and scary and shocking scenes that played over that screen.

This time the racing you felt in your chest had nothing to do with the scary movie. He was touching you. He was holding your hand in secret. It felt forbidden with his date sitting right beside him like she was and with your date seated right beside you like he was. All of your attention was down on the slow pressure you felt from his thumb as it traced the shape of your own thumb down from the very bottom up to the tip, around again. The simple up and down had a slow and sensual rhythm to it. When he lifted his hand his thumb moved and you held your breath to feel that same very slow touching trace the outline of the palm of your hand again and again. He drew absentminded shapes into your skin with the pointed tip of his thumb and your eyes drifted closed as the longing grew within you. He followed the paths of the creases in your skin like a palm reader. He did not even need light to see them, he simply felt them and traced along the paths.

You let him.

You felt bewitched.

You loved him.

The credits rolled on the screen and the lights switched on. The change was abrupt. You were taken by surprise and shocked by it like you were from the jump scares in the film.

His warmth left you. His wandering light touch, his deliberate and careful exploration of the lines that made up the palm of your hand vanished.

Everyone was standing and everyone was walking out of the theatre house and your mind felt clouded and dazed but you followed where their steps led and you found yourself standing outside of the exit doors with the three other people who you entered with.

Baekhyun stood beside Mia and Ben occupied the space of the sidewalk square that you also stood inside.

It was the end of a night. You felt an overwhelming urge for this evening to be done so you could go home and shower and maybe eat something sweet and distracting and maybe made out of chocolate.

“Well this was fun,” it was your own voice that ultimately called it.

Mia had been looking at Baekhyun who had been looking down at his own feet as he lightly tapped his foot on the concrete below. Three taps.

Tap, tap, tap.

You felt a jolt of realization. Baekhyun had just tapped his foot thrice on the floor below him well within your sight and you recognized what that meant. He was feeling done. He was done with all of this exhausting socializing and being out in public with so many people around and he wanted to go home now. This was him asking you for help now as he wasn't sure how to end the date but wanted it to be over.

“What about...grabbing some drinks, maybe...” Mia was talking only to Baekhyun as she looked at him, “if you aren't too tired.”

“Hey Baek, isn’t your grandmother coming over early tomorrow? Do you still have to get ready for that?” You interjected suddenly and Baekhyun looked up into your face with his mouth open and you watched his eyes move slowly over your face as he recognized what you were doing. You were giving him an out. Mia had asked him to go for drinks and you were giving him an excuse, should he need it.

You both knew his grandma came every other Sunday. You both vividly remembered the wonderful visit you had at the beginning of the week with her and she wasn’t due to arrive again until next Sunday.

He could simply correct you if he really did want to go with her. He could call you a dummy and tell you that you had the wrong week again and playfully tap you on the head to jog your brain back into functioning the right way as he often did when you got something mixed up.

“Oh, yeah she is,” Baekhyun grabbed your convenient reminder from the air and smiled a rueful smile directed at Mia. His smile widened with the wince on his face, “that’s too bad.” He added and Mia took it well.

She smiled and nodded her head and there were well wishes for a safe trip home all around as you all parted ways.

Ben said he would text you later. Baekhyun told Mia the same and you waited until they both walked away to follow Baekhyun back to his car for the quiet ride home.

The silence was heavy, but it was comfortable.

Baekhyun didn't speak at all and you could tell by the way he carried himself that he was tired. He wasn’t normally an extroverted person and found it very draining to carry on a full conversation with friends he knew well. Strangers like he had been with tonight, well, you could see the fatigue in his movements and you knew he needed something warm to drink and maybe some comfort with a familiar favorite tv show to zone out in front of.

You handled it better. You were used to having to go out of your home occasionally and you even enjoyed socializing with your coworkers on the few days you went in to the office for work. You felt a bit drained but mostly you were preoccupied with watching how he was handling it and you were also burning with curiosity to know how Baekhyun felt about the whole thing.

He’d wandered into the living room and he found the sofa. You followed him close behind and grabbed the remote, flipping to a familiar and funny cartoon that you often saw him playing in the background as he worked on things. He didn't usually watch it that closely but it was comforting enough to stay on and keep his mind occupied for a while.

You didn't speak. Everything you had to ask him could wait. Even the scolding you had for him about how he acted toward Ben could also wait. You’d let the man breathe a little first.

You busied yourself in the kitchen making two cups of hot tea and when you returned you found his head leaning against the back of the couch with his eyes still glued to the screen. He had a passive smile on his face and he reacted positively to the wacky scenarios the characters found themselves in. He would occasionally speak out loud, speaking along with a funny line he knew by heart and you found it impossible to resist saying the follow up joke. You knew this show as well as he did.

He accepted the tea with a smile and had a few sips and you set your mug on the coffee table in favorable of the comfortable side of the sofa, the side with the pillows that allowed you to rest your head comfortably as you watched the big tv.

You were feeling pretty good. Baekhyun had now officially gone on his first date with a real girl who wasn’t you and he’d had a nice time. You could see from where you laid your head down how relaxed his face was as he giggled at the show.

You stretched and you felt his warm thigh with your foot. This sofa was long enough for you to stretch out completely and you only barely reached where he sat at the other side. You wiggled your toes, unable to resist the light messing with him that you often gave in to and his hand reached down to grab ahold of your foot, which he held in place as he paid attention to the tv.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you sat up a little bit to pull it out.

You saw a text message from Ben.

From the preview you got the idea of what kind of text message the man would be sending you an hour after your first, and apparently your last date with him.

-Hey you seem like a super cool girl, but...

The preview showed you enough to know that he was dumping you before you’d even gotten anything started with him.

You opened the text. Your curiosity outweighed your sense of self preservation.

-...but whatever’s going on between you and your roommate, well it doesn’t really seem like there’s much room for me. I just don't think I can start something knowing I’ve already lost. Thanks for inviting me tonight. The movie was fun. Good luck with everything. - Ben

You felt the sting.

You couldn't help it. You’d spent all evening watching Baekhyun interact with Mia with every ounce of your self control devoted to not letting your jealousy show at all. At one point you’d been so damn engrossed in them that you forgot Ben was even there. What an unfair and shitty situation to have put him in. You quickly keyed out an apology for your crappy date etiquette and thanked him for going out with you tonight.

You couldn't even blame him for anything. He had been sweet and he had tried his best to be the perfect gentleman. What had you expected?

You sent the last message you would ever send to Ben and tossed your phone roughly toward the coffee table. It bounced but landed in the middle.

The racket called Baekhyun’s attention and he turned to look at you with his eyebrows raised in question.

“Ben just rejected me.”

Somehow saying this out loud to Baekhyun felt better than hiding it from him. It felt less miserable than keeping it inside of yourself and letting yourself suffer the sting of the rejection alone.

Baekhyun’s lips pulled into a small frown and he took out his cell phone from his pocket and tossed it roughly on the coffee table beside yours. It took a similar bounce and your eyes widened in surprise at the sudden gesture.

“No way, not Mia too,” you said in genuine fear and Baekhyun shook his head with his shrug still well in place.

“Nah, I just can't lay down with my phone in my pocket,” he said as he wiggled on the sofa trying to get comfortable, “though in hindsight I can see how you would think that, sorry. Mia hasn’t texted yet.”

He was wiggling, finding no comfort in all the positions he tried and you caught his wandering eyes for a second as you lightly tapped a hand over your belly.

This…

This would be fine. This was something you both did sometimes. Baekhyun said your belly was warm and comfy and made the best noises and he liked to use you as a pillow when he was just too tired to go to his own bed.

He moved right away at your invitation and you let your legs part around his chest as he laid his head down right on top of you. He turned his head to face the tv and didn't even squirm too much before he sighed out loud. His arms laid on either side of your waist and you felt the constriction as he lightly squeezed around you.

You really hadn’t gotten to touch him all day. Your fingers found their way into his hair and you felt a low moan from the back of his throat travel though your body as you raked your nails down the back of his head to his nape.

“Peanut,” you said softly, feeling every little bit of the annoying little tickle of that stupid secret sitting inside of you.

You could feel the heaviness of his body as he gave in and relaxed his muscles on you. You felt every breath he took and they seemed to be changing as you played with his hair and he gave in to the relaxing comfort you offered him.

“Hmm?” He replied after a long while. You angled your face and could see that his eyes were closed.

“How was the date? Was it nice?”

You had so many hopes for him. You were trying your best to ignore the pangs of your own selfish jealousy and get past it all to get to something good for him. Something that would make him understand how incredible he was. How beautiful he was inside and out and how precious of a human being he was.

“Mhmm, I liked it.” He said softly and he shifted and you felt him tighten his hold around your waist briefly before he relaxed again.

“Did you really? Do you think you liked Mia?” You kept your voice strong. You did not allow your fears to overcome your voice. You were okay with this if he was okay.

He did not answer right away. You’d stopped playing with his hair and you kept your hand rested over his head. He was so warm. He was so lovely.

“Do you want me to like Mia?”

No.

Mia would be so good to him.

You did not answer. Your answer would have been no. It would have been selfish. You’d just been dumped by your date, how dare his date have gone so well. You’d both been on the same date. You could still see the way she looked at him. She found him just as lovely as you did.

You felt a thickness at the back of your throat and you swallowed it down.

“I’m trying, Bug. She’s very nice to talk to. Do you think I should like her?”

Was this because of his mistrust of people? Was this his shyness about letting someone he didn't know very well in close?

You couldn't respond. You did not trust yourself to do the right thing.

“You should go rest if you’re sleepy,” you said, you know, like a coward.

It took him a few minutes of laying on top of you before he realized that you were right and he would be much more comfortable in his own bed. He nodded and pushed up with his arms, and his eyes stayed closed and his head stayed hung down as his feet shuffled and he made his way into his bedroom, leaving his door open you merely heard the loud sound of him plopping down on his bed.

You were stuck where he left you.

Stuck in about as crappy a mood as you’d ever found yourself.

You hated everything about this. You hated how much you loved him and you hated how receptive he was to the idea of dating Mia. You hated how she looked at him and giggled at his small jokes and you hated HATED the way his cheeks blushed and the shy smiles he gave her when she talked to him.

You laid there and you stewed in your mood for longer than was good for you and the only thing that made your it up was the simultaneous buzzing that brought both of your cell phones to life on the coffee table.

You reached for yours. It’s as your dating coach app. Baekhyun had received a new message from Mia. The feelings that surged through you were taking over your sense of what was good and what was right and what was proper behavior for someone like you to participate in.

You swiped to read the message.

-Hi Baekhyun. Sorry I couldn't wait until tomorrow to text you. I had an amazing time tonight and I was wondering if you would like to meet up tomorrow after your Grandmother’s visit for coffee? I have something I’d like to ask you.

You felt as if your body was on fire.

You could feel it deep inside your chest, deeper still inside your belly where his head had been resting moments before. You felt it in the palm of your hand where his thumb had traced the patterns of lines there. You felt it in your lips that he had kissed and in your tongue ached inside of your mouth from your stupid secret.

You reached for your phone. You opened the app for the power he’d given only to you and you responded to her message as if you were Baekhyun.

-Hi, Yeah, that sounds fine. I’ll meet you at 1pm.

Your hands moved on their own. You moved to the internal commands of your app and you deleted both of the messages from the chat history. When you picked up his phone you saw the notification for Mia’s message vanish before your eyes and when you unlocked it and accessed his chat log, there was no sign of the unimaginable and unforgivable sin you had just committed against him.

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Trapped Secrets

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader, Derek Morgan Platonic x Reader

Words: 3692

Summary: With no time to lose, you and Morgan storm an unsub’s house before the rest of the team gets there. After not hearing back from you, Spencer and the team start to panic. Injured, trapped, and keeping a major secret, you and Morgan have to stay alive in a frightened unsub’s basement.

Notes: I picture this in season four because that’s where I am in the series. Plus I really like Spencer’s hair cut at the beginning of this season. I am totally in love with Spencer Reid so expect to be seeing more imagines for him and for Criminal Minds in general! I hope you guys are as excited as I am.

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“You’ll be careful, right?” You asked, straightening your boyfriend’s tie underneath his vest.

“Only if you are.” Spencer gave you that little awkward smile that he always gave you. “Besides, I’m not going with Agent Action Hero.” He motioned to Agent Morgan; your search partner for the evening.

“He’s not an action hero.” You laughed, strapping on your vest. “He just really likes kicking in doors.” Spencer snickered slightly, but his expression was still uncomfortable.

“You jealous that I’m riding with your girl Reid?” Morgan laughed, patting the younger agent on the back.

“Morgan.” You hissed, jerking your head towards Hotch.

“What? We all know about you and the brainiac.”

“Yeah, and Hotch doesn’t exactly like being reminded about it.” The relationship between you and Dr. Reid wasn’t exactly protocol, especially on the same team. You hadn’t quite been able to figure out why SSA Hotchner hadn’t reported you or told you to put an end to it.

“You guys better get going. We only have about five hours before he’ll likely kill Audrey Lang.” Spencer hooked his finger with yours, only for a moment, but it sent a sweet, tingling feeling up your arm. With both of you being new to any kind of serious relationship, you stuck to pretty small signs of affection. You didn’t mind. It was personal and perfect. Spencer went to join Hotch and you headed to the car with Morgan.

“Is it just me, or did Reid actually look kind of worried?” Morgan asked. It was more to tease you than from concern.

“Shut up.” You couldn’t help but grin. Morgan had that effect. You got into the passenger side and waited for his list of snarky comments. He wasn’t done poking fun at you yet.

“I have to say, you’ve got ‘rule breaker’ all over you, but I honestly did not see this coming from Dr. Teacher's-Pet.” He shook his head with a smug smile and started the car. You just sat and rolled your eyes. Any response would just mean more provocation. “But dating a younger man… I always pictured you as more of the ‘Silver Fox’ kinda girl.” Now that pressed your buttons.

“Okay, first of all, just because I like Richard Gere, doesn’t mean I like older men.” You retorted, “Secondly, I’m not even that much older than Reid. There’s what, three years, between us?”

“Uuuhuuuh.” The side eye he gave you made you want to slap him. Morgan chuckled. “Come on, you and I are friends, right? Don’t I get a few little details?” From the smirk on his face, you knew what he was talking about.

“Derek Morgan, we are on a case. We are professionals on a case about three murdered federal employees. I will not divulge information regarding my sex life!”

“I never said anything about sex, Agent Y/L/N.” His grin grew and you begrudgingly turned your face to the window. Morgan laughed at the red flushing your cheeks. You would be mad if he wasn’t your best friend.

In the other car, Reid rode beside Hotch in tense silence. Spencer knew that his relationship with you could potentially get both of you into trouble with the bureau. Every time he was around Hotch, he waited for the reprimand. The unusual quiet was almost worse. Hotch turned a corner and took a heavy breath.

“It’s a bad idea. You know that right?”

“I know it’s against the rules, if that’s what you mean.” As intimidating as his superior could be, Reid was sure of himself.

“The rules are there for a reason, Reid.” Hotch sighed. He would give anything to not be having this conversation right now.

“Have either of us proven to be less efficient?”

“That’s not the point.”

“If our relationship complicates our work, I can assure you that Y/N and I will be the first ones to address it.”

“Reid-”

“You know, if anything, I think that we’ve working better together than we have in the past, which is saying something because Y/N and I-”

“Are you happy?” He asked a little more aggressively than he had intended. Reid just blinked at him blankly.

“What?”

“Are both of you happy?” He glanced over at the younger agent and Spencer shifted in his seat. He was awkward, but assertive.

“I can’t totally speak for Y/N, but… yes.” He sat and waited for his superior’s response. Hotch fixed his eyes on the road.

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I said okay.” Maybe he was going soft, but he’d never seen Reid or you like this before. If this relationship could help the both of you get through the horrors you saw every day, then turning a blind eye might not be the worst thing.

“Thank you.” Spencer felt a small smile creep onto his face. Hotch scowled.

“If a single problem arises, and I mean any dispute or laps in judgement-”

“You didn’t know anything about it. Got it.” Spencer stared at his lap to hide his smirk.

You were still avoiding Morgan’s inquiring gaze when Garcia’s voice came through your earpiece.

“Guys, Audrey Lang’s phone just turned on.”

“Where?” Morgan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“157 21st Street.” Your stomach turned. As selfish as it was, a part of you had hoped that someone else would be closer. Morgan whirled the car around.

“That’s just around the corner from us. We’re right on top of him.” He slammed on the brakes in front of the house and the two of you jumped out of the car. The house was about what you expected from a paranoid, conspiracy-obsessed unsub. The windows were boarded up and two different cameras looked down at you from the roof.

“Morgan.” You pointed to the devices. Jacobs knew you were here. He nodded and spoke into his radio.

“This guy has surveillance everywhere. He’s going to panic.” He glanced back at you, waiting for you to have his back. Despite your building panic, you didn’t have time to hesitate. You gave him a strong nod. “We’re going in.”

You pushed your fear to the pit of your stomach. If you showed even the slightest panic, Morgan would know and you could jeopardize everything. So when he kicked in the door, you were right behind him.

The house was silent. With guns raised, you both covered the first floor, finding nothing but scattered notes and ‘Big Brother Is Watching’ flyers. You located a flight of stairs leading to the basement and cautiously followed Morgan down. Similarly to the floor above, the basement seemed other than a desk with a few surveillance screens. Across from the stairs was a large metal door. It was open.

Morgan charged towards it, but something wasn’t sitting right with you.

“Hotch, how close are you and Reid?” You asked tentatively.

“Five more minutes. Have you found Mrs. Lang?”

“She’s in here!” Morgan announced. You stepped into the room, but kept close to the door. Morgan was kneeling over the unconscious body of Audrey. While she was out cold, she was still breathing.

“What about Jacobs?” Hotch asked.

“We looked everywhere upstairs and he wasn’t there.”

“Reid, when you went to the other crime scene, you said that the victim had been covered and made to look like part of the rubble, right?”

“Yeah, Jacobs wanted to hide the body. If the construction worker hadn’t been working there, it likely wouldn't have been found.” Spencer’s voice wavered as he figured out where you were going with this. You looked at Morgan with wide eyes.

“Then how did we get here so easily?”

Hotch yelled into the radio.

“It’s a trap. Get out of there. Now!”

You whirled around and came face to face with Steven Jacobs. You fired your weapon, but didn’t get the chance to see if you hit him. Instead, you stumbled backwards and the large metal door slammed shut.

“No!” Morgan shouted, throwing his weight against the door to try and break it down. “Hotch, can you hear me? Reid!” The radio connection was dead. Morgan slammed against the door again.

“Derek.”

“We’re going to get out of here.” He searched the door for any point of weakness.

“Derek.”

“Let us out, you son of a bitch!”

“Derek!” You finally yelled. When he turned around you watched his face morph with panic. Blood leaked through your fingers, your hand pressed against the wound in your shoulder. It wasn’t your gun that had gone off, it was Jacobs’. And you were hit.

The street swarmed with teams from local police, S.W.A.T, and the BAU. In the middle of all of it was Spencer. He just stared at the front door. Somewhere in the basement of that house, his girlfriend and his closest friend were trapped by a paranoid schizophrenic with a gun. Neighbors reported already hearing a shot go off. Judging by the lights still on in the house and the fact that you and Morgan still hadn’t come out yet, it wasn’t one of your guns to make the shot.

“He must be using something to jam the signal.” Prentiss huffed, her attempts to get a hold of either of you failing. “We need to get in there.”

“We don’t know what Jacobs has in there.” Rossi said gruffly, joining them after meeting with the S.W.A.T leader. “For all we know, he could try and blow the whole block.”

“The longer we wait, the longer he has Morgan and Y/L/N.” Spencer ran his fingers through his hair. “Audrey Lang is probably dead and we don’t know who shot the gun or-”

“When they found her, Morgan didn’t say anything about Lang being dead.” Hotch said sternly.

“He didn’t say she was alive, either.” Spencer’s voice was harsh considering he was speaking to a superior.

“Reid, I want to get them out just as badly as you do, but if we try and storm in there, Jacobs will likely kill them and himself.” Hotch’s tone was stern and surprisingly calm.

“You thought you had me, didn’t you!?” A voice boomed from the house. Every agent in the street tensed and raised their weapons. Prentiss was the first to lower her gun.

“Look in the bushes.” She pointed to the shrubbery on either side of the door. “Speakers.”

“You all thought you would silence the truth! Well I’m smarter than you. That’s right. And I will not be silenced!”

Hotch looked at the hostage negotiator, who gave him the okay to talk.

“Mr. Jacobs we don’t want to silence you.”

“Tell that to the three spies in the other room.” Underneath Jacobs' voice was the sound of banging. Like fists against a door. Listening closer, Spencer could hear a yelling voice.

“Morgan.” He whispered to the others. They listened to the sound of their coworker- their friend- trying to break free.

“Jacobs you son of a bitch, we’ve got two injured people in here!” Derek screamed. You closed your eyes, trying to drown out the sound that was just making the pain worse.

“Derek, don’t antagonize him.” You grimaced, trying to keep pressure against the still gushing bullet hole in your shoulder. “It’ll just piss him off.”

“Y/N, we need to get paramedics in here. Audrey is barely breathing and you’re bleeding out.” He knelt in front of you, lifting your hand slightly to look at the wound.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to tell the patient they’re going to die.” You teased, trying to get your mind off of the guilt and regret. Derek winced.

“You’re not going to die. I didn’t mean that.”

“Go check on her.” You motioned towards Mrs. Lang. “I’ll be fine.” You adjusted slightly so your vest was in your lap. You had to take it off in order to tend to your wound and it left you vulnerable.

As Derek crossed the room, you felt your vision blur with tears. You should have told him. You should have told him.

Outside the tension was only getting worse. Jacobs had gone quiet and the team was itching to break the door down. Spencer was pacing, running through plan after plan in his head. If Garcia could hack into Jacobs’ system, they could cut the surveillance feed and go in. But if Jacobs noticed the hack, he would kill everyone inside. Finally, the shrill voice came back over the speakers.

“One of your spies is dead.” He laughed frantically, a madman slipping more and more into his delusion. Spencer froze. “She said she didn’t know anything, but I knew she was lying. You train them well, you know.”

“She.” Spencer whispered, the panic making his hands shake.

“Mr. Jacobs, which woman is dead?” Hotch asked carefully. Jacobs laughed again.

“You have chips in all of them, you tell me.”

“Mr. Jacobs, I need to know who died.” While he kept his gaze focused on the house, Hotch could tell that the team was holding their breath.

“Damnit!” Derek exclaimed, slamming his hand against the floor. Audrey was dead.

“There was nothing you could do, Derek.” You said grimly. You looked around at the metal walls and felt the last bit of hope leave you. “He’s going to kill all of us.”

“No, no, you don’t get to talk like that.” Derek crouched in front of you and put a hand on your cheek. “We are not going to die in here.” A tear slipped down your cheek and you shook your head.

“I never even got to tell him.” Maybe it was shock, but you started to hyperventilate. “I didn’t tell him, Derek.”

“Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”

“I didn’t tell Spencer.”

“Tell Reid what?” Derek’s eyes searched yours until you watched the realization on his face. “You’re not…”

“Yeah, Derek. I am.” You wiped another tear away. “I found out a couple of weeks ago.”

“You’ve known that long and haven’t told anybody?” He sighed, sitting down beside you. You laid your head on his shoulder.

“I’m telling you now, aren’t I?” You laughed humorously. “I know I should have told Hotch as soon as I found out, but I couldn’t tell him before I told Spencer and I just couldn’t figure out how to tell him.” Your voice cracked and Derek pressed a kiss to your temple.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

It was eerily quiet. Jacobs had stopped his rambling and the sirens outside seemed distant now. Your hands fell to your stomach and you smiled sadly.

“Help me think of names.”

“Hmm?”

“Come on, distract me from the pain. Help me think of names for the little genius.” You shifted so that you were looking at Derek. “I was thinking that, if it’s a girl, I want to name her Diana. Spencer’s mom has always been such a big part of his life and I think that’s what he would want.”

“Diana is a beautiful name.” He gave you a sweet smile and took your hand in his. “What if it’s a boy?”

“See, I can’t make up my mind on that. I’m sure Spence would want some super smart author’s name or something, but... he’s the smartest person I know.” You spread your fingers over your belly, thinking about everything you had to lose.

“Well if Spencer Jr. doesn’t stick, you could always name him after your favorite profiler.” Derek chuckled. His smirk fell when he looked at the sorrow on your face.

“I need you to tell him.”

“What?”

“If I don’t…” You gulped. “If I don’t make it out of this, I don’t want him to find out from some doctor. I want him to hear it from you.”

“Don’t go there. Don’t you go there, you hear me?” He stood with new determination. “We are getting out of here and you and that wonder baby are going to be just fine.” He brought your hand up to his lips before turning towards the door.

“What are you-”

“Jacobs!” He pounded on the door. “I’m ready to talk! I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“Derek what are you doing?” You struggled to stand and Derek moved you to the wall beside the door and motioned for you to stay still.

“I’m ready to talk, Jacobs! You win!” You both readied your weapons and Derek stood in the corner.

It didn’t take long for Jacobs to take the bait. Slowly, the metal door opened and Jacobs cautiously stepped inside. His wild eyes locked on you and your gun and he charged towards you. Before he could get far, Derek kicked the door into him. The impact made him stumble forward into you, shoving you against the wall. Your head hit the concrete hard, disorienting you long enough for Jacobs to aim his gun at your stomach.

This time the shot wasn’t his. And you didn’t miss.

The second shot had everyone ready to go in. Teams were prepping when the front door opened.

“Hold your fire!” Morgan shouted. “I’ve got an injured agent here!” He emerged from the house walking as fast as he could. He was carrying you. Spencer broke into a sprint, rushing alongside him and trying to examine your injuries.

“What happened? Is she okay?” Before he could answer, paramedics swarmed them.

“She was shot in the left shoulder, no exit wound, and she’s lost a lot of blood. She also hit her head pretty hard, but she’s remained conscious.” He informed them.

“Sir, you’ll have to come with us so we can examine you as well.” One ordered.

“I’m coming with you.” Reid said firmly. Nobody argued with him and so they all climbed into the back of the ambulance.

They sat Morgan and Reid down and got you onto a gurney.

“Agent Y/L/N, can you hear me?”

“Agent Morgan, did you sustain any injuries in Mr. Jacobs’ basement?”

“Dr. Reid, I need you to stay over there.”

So many things were happening at once, Derek could barely get a word in.

“There’s something you need to know before you give her anything.” He told the woman tending to you. He finally looked at Reid. He’d been avoiding his gaze since he stepped out of the house, but now he had to keep his promise to you. He had to tell him. “She’s pregnant.”

The paramedics acted accordingly and Spencer just stared at him.

“What?”

“She’s pregnant, kid.” Derek put a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off, his gaze shifting to you.

“That’s not… she would have told me. She would have-”

“She wanted to tell you. She was just scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“I don’t know, kid.”

“Don’t call me that!” Spencer pushed away from him.

“Sir, I need you to calm down-”

“Reid-”

“You should have waited! If you had waited for the rest of us, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“We were trying to save Audrey Lang.”

“Audrey Lang died!” Spencer snapped. “And now so could Y/N. She could die and could my…” He trailed off, his anger fading quickly into a devastated panic.

“This is really not the place for this argument.” One of the paramedics warned.

“She’s going to be okay, Reid. Her and your baby are going to be okay.” He pulled the younger agent into a hug, trying to convince himself as well.

The whole team was in the waiting room. Hotch watched Reid carefully as he paced relentlessly. Judging by the tension between him and Morgan, there was something the two weren’t saying.

The bodies of Audrey Lang and Steven Jacobs were found in his basement. Hotchner would be filling out the paperwork as soon as they found out your condition. When the doctor finally approached them, everyone was on the edge of their seats.

“Agent Y/L/N will have to wear a sling for her shoulder injury and she’s suffering from a concussion, but in time, she will make a full recovery.” Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The doctor continued. “As for the other matter,” She gave Spencer a small smile, “she’s asking to speak to Dr. Reid before any other visitors.”

With everybody’s eyes on him, Spencer followed her back to your room. You looked a lot better now and you were giving him a nervous smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” He stood in the doorway for a moment, unable to move.

“I’m going to go fill out some forms, but I will be just down the hall if you need anything or have any questions.” The doctor said before leaving the two of you alone. Spencer shoved his hands in his pockets and slowly shuffled forward.

“Is everything okay?” He asked. “I mean… is the… are you-”

“We’re both fine, Spence.” You held your breath, waiting for him to react. Spencer pulled up a chair and took your hand in his. His hands were shaking slightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Spence…”

“Were you that afraid of how I would react?”

“No!” You exclaimed, laying a hand on his cheek. “Spencer, I was afraid of everything. I was afraid of facing it. I love you and I want this child, I do. But… I know geological profiling and how to link victims and what to say to a grieving family. I don’t know how to be a parent.”

“You think I do?” He laughed anxiously. “I don’t know the first thing about being a dad. But…” He gulped. “I know that I have been happier with you than I have in my whole life. I don’t know a lot about love, but everything I do know, I know because of you. And if you can do that, then we can figure this out.”

A grin spread across your face and you pulled his lips to yours. You were too distracted by each other to notice the other figure at the door.

“I believe I was told something about naming a certain baby after me?” Derek smirked. Spencer gave you a look.

“You’re delusional, Morgan.” You laughed. Derek looked at Reid.

“Are we good, kid?”

Spencer smiled.

“Yeah. We’re good.”

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