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Multiverse of Sadness
-- Dad!Stephen Strange One Shot --
Stella Strange lost her dad to a war with Dormammu.. Didn’t she?
Word count: 3.5K
T/W: mentions of death, cursing, mildish spoilers for Multiverse of Madness (Characters mentioned, no plot spoiled)
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The afternoon air was cold, heavily scented with the familiar scent of nature's death. Stella held tightly to Pasco's leash as they walked along the sidewalk of uptown New York, watching the red and yellow leaves fall to the pavement and eventually get run over by cars speeding passed. It felt fitting for how she felt today. Hopeless. Knowing what's to come and having no control as the wind pushes her towards the destination. No matter how often she changed her path or avoided going out altogether, she'd find herself in front of his grave every year without fail.
Today was that day. Six years ago this day, her father sacrificed his life in front of her to save the millions of other lives in the universe. Stella knows why he did it, but it didn't make it hurt any less. Nostalgia fills her as children run passed, dressed in cloaks and fake facial hair in honor of his death day. They would never understand how soul-ripping it was for Stella not only to witness it but to be there as he told her he loved her for the first, last, and only time in her life.
Stephen was never one to outwardly show his emotions, even to his own daughter. Before her mother passed, she would always tell her daughter that the only time she's seen Stephen cry was the day Stella was born. He cried for nearly six hours, almost refusing to let the little babe go because she meant so much to him at less than a day old. Stella never heard him say 'I love you', but always showed it. He would attend every dance concert, every project fair, every career day, and every meaningless meeting to show Stella he loved her. Even as the Avengers grew and the threats became often, Stephen would protect Stella above all else. Their love for one another was unbreakable and unspoken.
The reminiscing had Stella seeing things, like her father's red cloak dipping around the corner ahead of her. She shakes her head free of these thoughts. It was only someone grieving their hero. Pasco pulls gently on the leash, yipping in excitement as he does when he sees a squirrel. "Pasco, the squirrels don't want to play today," Stella sighs, trying to keep the excited pup under control. The more she pulled, the more Pasco did until, eventually, the leash broke and flew back, almost hitting Stella in the nose. Pasco runs down the street, turning the corner where the cloak disappeared quicker than Stella can yell his name.
Stella pushes through the few people walking her way as she screams for Pasco to come back. He was usually such a well-behaved dog; she had no idea what got into him to cause such a fuss. "Pasco!" She yells, spinning in circles on the cement, looking for her now missing dog. He was the only thing she had left from her family.
There were two other people on the street that Stella could spot, one of which was dressed as her father. It felt a little disrespectful to her, people dressing as her father to mourn every year, but she wasn't going to make a fuss after all these years. "Excuse me?" She calls, running up to them.
The facial hair was what caused Stella to pause on a dime. It was perfect. The hairs flowed naturally as if he'd grown the goatee himself. His eyes didn't sparkle the way Stella remembered, and his lips curled in disgust as Pasco continued to lick the man's face. It was terrifying, almost like looking at a zombie. A dead man walking.
"This your dog, ma'am?" The man asks, trying to hand the wild dog to his rightful owner. Stella nods quietly, looking over the man's face for any flaws. Any evidence that it was only realistic makeup. "Got to keep an eye on those wily white dogs," He chuckles as Pasco wiggles in Stella's arms, trying to get back to the stranger.
"Who are you?" Stella asks, voice low and afraid of the answer. The multiverse was rumored to be true, but her father wasn't dumb enough to mess around in it. Would he?
"Doctor Steve Strange," He introduces, holding out a hand in greeting. "And you?" Stella's nose burns and vision blurs as the tears pour out of her eyes freely. Pasco's feet hit the pavement gently before Stella pulls the man into a tight hug.
"I hate you," She sobs, clutching the shirt of the other Stephen. "I missed you so much." Stephen gently pats her back before pushing her away lightly.
"Do I know you?" He asks, one eyebrow raised. Stella nods and wipes her eyes and nose on her sleeve quickly. The emotions of this being a real version of Stephen had her acting before thinking. She missed her dad so much that she'd hug a random stranger.
"Other you did," Stella starts to explain. Stephen looks over at the girl standing awkwardly next to him.
"Other me?" Stephen asks again, eyebrow still raised. "You know of the multiverse?" Stella nods, wiping her face again.
"It was a rumored here, and Dad put so much research into it," Stella pauses a second, rattled with grief at what she's about to say. "But he died before he could finish anything. Is that why you guys are here?" Stephen nods, eagerness falling upon his face as he had finally found someone to help them get out of this universe and back to his.
"You said you knew the other me. Was he an assistant to your father? Where could we find him? Me?" Stephen stumbles over the words, confused by the slang to use in this case.
"I can show you where to find you, him, but I'm not sure it's going to be very helpful," Stella states with a slight, sad shrug. Pasco claws gently at her leg and lets her lift him into her arms. He licks away her tears gently, making her chuckle. "You see, Stephen Strange in this universe... was my dad. And my dad sacrificed himself six years today to save the rest of the universe from Dormammu," Stella trails off, tears escaping her eyes once again. Stephen sighs and lays a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry to hear that, kid." Stella shrugs and wipes her tears again.
"It's fine, death happens. I still have the Sanctum Sanctorum family and most of the Avengers," Stella explains. "Tony's actually having a get-together tonight for everyone and making me go," She rolls her eyes. "He refuses to leave me alone on the anniversary." Stephen nods, keeping his hand on her shoulder. "Anyways," She shifts, straightening her back. "What do you need help with?"
After Strange explained his and America Chavez's predicament, Stella knew what to do. She leads them to the Sanctum and sneaks them inside, towards her dad's old room. Wong agreed not to touch a thing in that room until she was ready. Even after six years, it was nearly impossible to step inside. But she'd do what she had to, to save her other father. It was weird to think about, so Stella didn't overthink it as she rifled through her dad's stuff.
America and Other Stephen helped, being gentle and putting things back where they belonged. Stephen stops short at his counterpart's bedside, picking a dusty framed picture. The old wooden frame was decorated in shells and glitter, too crafty to be store-bought but better than a child's hand. Inside the glass was a yellowing picture of Dad Stephen and Stella pressed cheek to cheek in front of their sand castle on the beach. Stella looked no older than thirteen in the picture, eyes bright with wonder and love, while Stephen looked loose and relaxed. Something this Stephen hasn't felt for as long as he can remember.
"That was one of our last trips before he passed," Stella explained from across the room. The lack of shuffling caused her to look up. "About five years before," She explains as she gently holds the picture she took from Stephen. "I made the frame and everything for that following father's day." Her voice is low, heavy with such sadness Stephen's heart broke for her. He knows why Other Stephen did what he did, and maybe he would do the same thing. But seeing how broken it left his daughter nearly a decade later, he regretted that decision on the other's behalf. How could he leave such a loving daughter?
"I'm sorry for your loss," Stephen says again. What are you supposed to say to your daughter, who's not really your kid? "How old were you?"
"Here?" Stella asks as she gently runs a finger over her dad's face. "Fifteen. Twenty when he.." She stops. This was the most she's talked about her father's passing. It was both releasing and added to her grief. It was also awkward talking about Stephen's death with him beside her. "He was so proud of this stupid castle," She laughs with a shake of her head, remembering how he asked a stranger to take a picture of the two. Tears fill her eyes again as she continues talking. "This was after one of the most complicated surgeries he did.
"Sixteen hours, only to go back again not an hour later for another twenty. He decided he needed a break. Took me to a beach house, and we stayed an entire week. Didn't have a care in the world except to relax and spend time together. It was the best week of my life," She finishes. Setting the picture back in its rightful spot, Stella wipes her tears again. "Jesus, I can't stop crying," She laughs awkwardly. Stephen rubs her back and gives her, what he hoped was, is a reassuring smile.
"You're a good kid, Stella. He'd be proud of you." Stella nods and walks away, wiping the new set of tears before they can fall. America finds the folder they were looking for not too long after, giving Stella something to focus on besides the growing grief filling her at the thought of losing the other version of her father.
She knew this Stephen wasn't her father, but he felt so much like him. The same chuckle, smile, hands. Even the same frame. It was hard to admit that this Stephen was almost a carbon copy of her dad. Which meant it would be just as hard letting this one go too. Knowing he was out there, somewhere, thinking of her too. It was once something that gave her hope, but now that she had it confirmed, it nearly wrecked her. In another universe, she and Stephen were happy, together, and still at that beach house, having the week of their lives.
The lab at Stark Tower was beyond anything Stephen had witnessed in his universe. It was bounds and leaps ahead of the Avenger's facility in his. Maybe, if his Tony were still alive, it would be similar. He wandered around slowly, looking at all the futuristic machines before his eyes landed on Stella.
Stella is hunched over a machine, glasses low on her nose as her eyebrows knit together in concentration. Stephen can see the similarity. She had his bushy eyebrows, his ears, and when her hair was pulled up the way it was now, a small streak of silver on the nape of her neck. He never thought about that being genetic; he chalked it up to the stress he was under his whole life.
Sparks start to form in the air above the lifted plate in the center of the room. Stella mumbles under her breath as she watches with bated breath. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," She continues, crossing her fingers. Stephen stopped watching the machine and looked at her. She acted so much like him without even knowing it. Stephen was never for luck. He worked for everything in his life and everything he's done to save people. Of course, he'd never tell anyone, but he'd cross his fingers every now and then for that extra bit of luck.
A blue glow casts over Stella's face, which quickly turns from worry to happiness. "Oh my God," She laughs, pulling her glasses from her face. "Oh my God, he was right. He did it. Dad fucking did it." Stella rests her hands on the top of her head, smiling widely at the opened portal. She had finally finished her dad's work and got a tiny bit of closure.
Stephen glances between the portal and Stella, a heavy weight on his shoulders. On the other side of that portal is a world without Stella, without the daughter he never knew he wanted. He'd only known her for a few hours now, but the thought of leaving her again weighed him down severely. So severely, he couldn't move as the lab doors opened, and a young teen rushed inside.
The boy stops in his tracks as he sees the glowing circle and two strangers with Stella. "Woah," is all that comes out of his mouth before he looks at Stella. "You're not supposed to be here yet," He mentions.
"I know, Pete, I know. I had to help some friends get home," Stella explains quickly, walking up to the boy and holding his shoulders tightly. "You cannot tell anyone I was here, okay? This has to stay between us." Peter nods quickly, still not understanding what's happening.
"Okay, but why?" Stella sighs and glances at Stephen.
"These guys aren't supposed to be here," She starts.
"Are they bad guys? Are you in trouble because I can help if you are," Peter starts, puffing out his chest to look stronger.
"No, Peter, they're good guys. They're just in the wrong universe." Peter's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as his brain tried to comprehend what he had just heard. He stumbles over his words, not stringing together a single comprehensive sentence before Stella shakes him slightly.
"It's real?" He asks, eyes wide as he looks over at Stephen and America. He wiggles out of Stella's grip and rushes in front of Stephen. "What's it like? How's your world different? Does it hurt? Which world do you like better? How did you get here?" Peter rambles before Stella spins him back around to look at her.
"Peter, shut up," She chuckles lightly. "It's all very amazing stuff, yes. But their world is in danger, and they need to get home as soon as possible. I'll explain everything when they're there safely, okay?" Peter nods silently. "Okay." She looks over at the pair preparing to leave.
"It should be set to the right universe and time. I used Tony's time travel machine and made a few modifications. It should allow you passage both ways until we get to the right universe, like a Monster's Inc door situation." Peter giggles at the comparison. "If you're not back through in five minutes, I'm going assume you're in the right world and close it, okay?" Stella asks, mainly directed towards Stephen. It was still hard not to see her father in him. America nods and looks up at the older man, who nods along.
"If we don't see you again, thanks for everything, Stella," Stephen says, pulling the girl into a firm hug. Stella melts into it for a minute, savoring the feeling of her dad in her arms again. "You're a bright kid. I'm proud of you, so I know he would be too," He continues, hugging Stella harder and pressing his cheek into her hair, the way her own dad used to. "You're a good person." Finally, he finishes and pulls away, the glossy look in her eyes making his heartbreak. He couldn't leave her all alone again. He had to, though.
America was the first to step through, followed closely by Stephen, who throws one last loving look at Stella before disappearing into the blue portal. Peter steps up right next to Stella and looks at her, breathing excitedly as he waits for her to stop looking and start talking. However, Stella couldn't tear her eyes away, hoping they would return. Hoping she got it all wrong and they'd come back, and she'd have more time with the man who could be her dad. Unfortunately, no such luck came after a minute.
As Stella explained everything she could to Peter, who sat on the edge of his chair, she continued to glance at the portal at any movement or noise. She willed them to come back, take her with them or stay with her. She'd known them for only a few hours, but the bond between Stephen and her was already stronger than most of her other relationships with people she's known for much longer. It was organic and naturally flowing. Like they'd known each other all her life. It felt as if she'd lost her father twice in six years.
The buzzing came first, then the sparks, causing Peter and Stell to jump at the ready. Stella's hand hovered over the abort button, ready to close the portal to stop whoever it was from entering. Peter and Stella wait anxiously, waiting to see if it was America or Stephan coming back for help.
Finally, Stephen's head popped through, looking for Stella as she stood behind the desk with Peter. Her hand moves away from the button, sighing in relief that it was only Stephen. "Stella," He asks as he walks all the way through. She nods for him to continue, worried something terrible happened and he needed her help. "I was thinking, and this world seems awfully drab to live in by yourself." He starts drawing out what he wants to ask. It wasn't exactly normal to ask your alternate self's daughter to join you in another universe.
"It is pretty drab-y here," Stella replies with a smirk, hoping he was going where she thought it was going.
"How about you come with me?" Stephen asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I have the New York Sanctum, we don't have the Avengers, but I can fill you in on all that," He waves off that last statement. "We have beaches and everything," Stephen rambles. He hoped she'd say yes. His heart hurt without her, even if he barely knew her. She was the daughter he never had but always wanted. Stephen couldn't let her go that easily. "So, what do you say?"
Stella runs around the computer counter and jumps into Stephen's arms happily. "I was hoping you would ask. I know this isn't conventional, but you're so much like my dad, and I couldn't bear to lose you too," Stella nearly sobs with happiness.
Pasco, who had been sleeping soundlessly under the desk while Stella worked, caused Peter to jump in fright as he barked and ran up to Stephen and Stella. It was like he knew what was going on and wanted to join.
Stephen grabs Stella's hand after she scoops up her dog and smiles down at her. "Ready, kid?"
"Ready, Stephen," She replies, walking up the metal steps towards the portal.
"You can call me Dad whenever you're ready," Stephen adds with a small smile, as if embarrassed but wanting to be called that.
"Some day soon, I hope." Stella looks over at the bewildered Peter. This was all happening so fast in front of him. One minute he's learning about the multiverse, and the next, his 'aunt' is walking through it with her 'dad.' "Take care of Tony, okay, kid? And tell Wong he can dust my dad's room finally." Peter nods silently, still in shock. "I'll see you around, okay? Be good until I get back," She winks at the boy.
"Bye, Stella," Peter says with a wave as he watches her step into the alternate universe with Stephen. He blinks a few times before shutting power to the machine and walking out as casually as possible. It was too much to comprehend at the moment.
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"Where the hell is she?" Tony Stark grumbles as he pours another glass of whiskey. "She wasn't at home or his gravesite, so where the hell is she?" He was starting to worry about the young woman.
"Ever thought she'd want to be alone today?" Steve Rogers asks, taking a sip of his bourbon. Tony settles him with a glare.
"Of course, she would. That's why she can't be. We all need to be around people when we grieve." Peter hides his knowing smirk behind his glass of soda. "You got something to say, kid?" Tony remarks, seeing the look Peter miserably failed to hide.
"Stella just wants you to know she's safe and happy. And she won't be around for a while."
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Stella was happy, healthy, and living her dream life again. After they fixed what caused them to universe jump, Stephan and Stella got to know each other better. She fought crimes with Stephen and played games with Wong. America and Stella finally got Stephen to the beach, where they all made a sandcastle together and put the picture a stranger took of them in a shell frame America made.
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every time i see art of boxleitner and wordgirl in an explicitly father-daughter scenario i sit there gritting my teeth and fists clenched like thats not her father thats not her father thats not her father thats not h
#like nothing wrong with it ig.... ? like ur not evil and ur not terrible for liking it#but she has a dad. a pretty good dad in fact (well minus that one ep. lalalaala)#but steven is her weird uncle at best and strange neighbor at worst#hes a mentor and a trusted adult but still not her dad#and i know this owes to the writing of the show and steven is everyones fav blorbo (mine included!) but i very much dislike how in so many#cases this white guy is becoming number one dad to this child of color as if she doesnt have a loving family at home#like ive been thru the owl house trenches and im kinda sick of white favoritism esp in the parental space#like in the case of toh how everyone really fawned over eda being a “good mom” to luz while camilla was highly criticized for a while before#everyone warmed up to her . and even then i dont think she was wholly liked#despite her also being a victim of ableism and potentially undiagnosed neurodivergence. her good intentions doesnt negate the harm she#caused but thats a good char exploration and plot driver between mother and daughter and its a really unique exploration of motherhood ive#seen in kids tv. and its smth i envisioned for wordgirl and her own parents who are good intentioned but still have room to grow for their#kids.#i can see why steven is popular as a father figure bc we see a lot of him and he is a guardian figure in the show that wg misses but#i still think that a big part of wg's char is someone who is split btwn being a normal girl and a hero. in this case steven is her#“superhero dad” (i say this non-seriously just to make a point) with her real parents representing her “normal” side#and exploring how she reconciles these experiences and even these adult figures in her life could be interesting!#but cutting out her parents and only having steven as a father or primarily showing him as being doting and loving of wg kind of feels like#its ignoring a huge point of conflict for wg and also kind of mischaracterizing steven as well
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Tony and the rest of the Avengers singing “The Marvel Bunch” to little!Stark when she can’t sleep or is feeling down to cheer her up
(If you haven’t listened to the song it’s on youtube, it lifts my mood every time I hear it)
I love it too ❤️
Sleeping troubles
summary: you have a little trouble falling asleep, so the team helps you out by singing to you 🥰
Warnings:
A/N: y/n is around 6 here. I had to reuse some colors I'm sorry 😭
red: tony, t'challa green: nat, Dr strange blue: thor orange: capsicle yellow: peter.Q pink: sam purple: all
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You went to bed about 30 minutes ago, it usually didn't take you this long to fall asleep, normally taking around 10 minutes. When your father, tony, came to check on you, you turned to him.
Upon seeing you still awake, tony waked deeper into the small bedroom.
"Y/n, why are you still up baby?" He asked kneeling down, taking a seat on the tiny bed.
"I cant fall asleep." You said frowning, tony took a second to think. How could he get you to sleep quickly?
"I'll be right back," he said before bolting out of the room. A few minutes later he walked in with the rest if the team, and sat back down in the exact same spot.
"Why are you guys here?" (Its a 6 y/o are you surprised)
"We're gonna sing for you sweetheart" tony said brushing a strand of hair from your face.
(This is optional) sam with his phone ready with the music.
As Sam pressed play on the music, tony started to sing.
"Heres the story, of a playboy genius, who was gear enough to form some sort of crew"
"Ones a former russian spy"
"A god of thunder"
"One fought in world war 2"
"Its the story, of a handsome starlord, like the greatest to ever walk the earth, by far"
"And a falcon"
"A magic doctor"
"Wakanda forever"
"So then one day all the heros were assembled, to fight a villain to packed much more then a punch"
"And this group was labeled the avengers, thats the way we all became the marvel bunch, the marvel bunch, the marvel bunch, thats the waaayyy we became the marvel bunch!"
I love this song
you smiled from ear to ear and started to clap with your tiny hands.
"Beautiful performance" you said giggling, tony leaned down and pecked your forehead, before he could sit back up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head In the crook of his neck.
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@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @yummyangy // @zebralover //
#tony stark x daughter reader#dad!tony stark#daughter reader#tony stark#tony stark x stark!reader#tony stark x child reader#steve rogers#natasha romanoff#sam wilson#steven strange#thor odinson#Black panther#peter quill#the avengers#The marvel bunch#best song of all time#marvel mcu#iron dad#avengers
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#My version of peridot with his limb enhancer#YES I DRAW PERI WITH A STRANGE DAD BOD SCRAWH#My little guy#🐾#peri#Spotify#Peridot#peridot su#steven universe
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The Avengers MILF & DILFS list!
>> your welcome @gcthvile 😂
1. The Science Bro — Tony Stark & Bruce Banner
2. Steve Rogers
3. Natasha Romanoff
4. Thiego Strange
5. Estella Strange
6. Maria Hill
7. Carol Danvers
8. Erik Lehnsherr
9. Bucky Barnes
10. Steven Grant/Marc Spector
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Honorary mentioned since he’s not Marvel (he’s DC but still)
—> Harrison Wells lol
Here’s the list! Did i miss anyone? Reblog or comment down below if i did (cuz i know i missed a lot)
Tags: @gaminggirlsstuff @mandylove1000 @levijeanqueen @msrochelleromanofffelton @yetanotherwells @meiramel @drspencereidhotch @halesfavoriteharlot @sherloquestea @rooster-84 @blueboirick and etc
#marvel dilfs#marvel milfs#marvel men#marvel women#steve rogers#bruce banner#dad tony stark#science bros#oscar isaac#marc spector#steven grant#chris evans#robert downey jr#natasha romanoff#maria hill#bucky barnes#sebastian stan#strange siblings#doctor strange oc
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Why are you all calling Defender Steve dad!strange he literally tried to murder America lol
#defender!steve#dad but make it Shakespeare#Steven strange#America Chavez#doctor strange multiverse of madness
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steve with a degradation kink 👀 jokingly calling him a pervert and he gets so flushed and embarrassed
heheh no I love this
steve harrington x f!reader
cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, steve and reader are childhood best friends, one use of y/n, perv!steve, degradation kink, oral (f receiving), hand stuff
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you noticed your best friend reacted strangely to criticism. depending on the person. when his dad criticized him, his face went stoic and he replied to Mr. Harrington with one word answers. same kind of thing when his boss did it at work, though he wore his annoyance on his face then. when robin did it, he rolled his eyes. but when pretty girls who weren’t lesbians, at least to his knowledge, did it, his face got all flushed and his pupils would about double in size. and you found that intriguing. you’d done it plenty within the long years of your friendship but you’d never actually looked at how he responded. until one day.
a winter day. it was too cold to chill by the pool and the harrington’s were home. so you were confined to his horridly designed bedroom. god awful lamp lighting the room dimly as the sun was beginning to set. steve was propped up on the floor, back against his mattress as he tossed a baseball up and caught it. over and over. he looked as bored as you felt.
you got up from the floor and decided to go digging through his bedroom. not entirely sure what you were looking for but there had to be something entertaining in here. you start with his desk, opening drawers and scoping out the insides.
“yeah, just go through my stuff,” steve says with a shrug, voice dripping in sarcasm, “that’s totally cool.”
“oh, wah,” you mock him, “i’m bored. there’s gotta be something interesting tucked away in here.”
steve throws you an annoyed look, “yeah and that’s why i’m playing catch with myself.”
you ignore him, continuing to file through his belongings. you manage through his desk, then his dresser drawers and nightstand. it’s when you drop to the floor and peek under his bed that you find something. a box. you pull it out and steve scrambles to slam his hand on top of it.
“alright, ha ha ha, you had your fun! stop going through my stuff,” he says, eyes wide and worried.
you scoff, lips curling up with the exhale, “oh, no, that reaction tells me i just found the jackpot. what’s in the box, steven?”
“none of your business,” he says sternly, moving to slide it back under the bed but you stop it, fingers hooking into the lid and steve lunges forward, almost crushing the box with his body as he looks up at you panicked. “i mean it, y/n.”
“now i really gotta see what’s in here,” you go to tug it away and steve bear hugs the box. “c’mon, steve, i know every single one of your secrets. this can’t be that bad.”
“it’s personal, something’s you don’t need to know,” he insists, lips dropping into a frown.
you pull again, resulting in the pair of you wrestling for the box. the motions knock it over, spilling the contents out on the rug. to no one’s shock, it’s porn. magazines and two tapes. but kind of surprisingly, there’s panties and uh, Polaroids of Nancy. Not explicit by any means. Just photos of her smiling.
“oh, Steve,” you grab one of the photos and hold it up to inspect, “Nancy made it in the spank bank? Ya know, these aren’t even dirty, you don’t have to like, hide them.”
“Please, for the love of God,” his face is as red as a fire truck, it’s kind of… cute, seeing Steve so embarrassed. He’s usually so calm and collected. The coolest dude you know. “Stop looking.”
“Why?” you giggle, “This is by far the most interesting thing in this room.”
Then you tilt your head as you see it. Oh. That’s why. There’s Polaroid of you. In a bikini. In the backyard, lounged by the pool. Steve scrambles for it but you’re able to snatch it first.
“Oh, my god,” you gasp, examining the photo carefully. You remember the day it was taken. Just this past summer. You’d gotten a new bikini, you were excited to wear it. Red. “Like Phoebe Cates,” Steve had said and you uh, surprisingly didn’t pick up on it. That Steve looked at you like that. Looking back, it makes sense, the way he ran in to get his camera. The fact he compared you to a celebrity he’d been Gaga over.
He’s completely silent as he watches you connect the dots. Steve is attracted to you. Steve jacks off to you. You’ve made it in the spank bank. This information is intoxicating. It’s a mutual attraction. Hell, you can’t even count the amount of times you’ve laid back and flicked the bean with your best friend, Steve Harrington, in mind. The day he sprouted chest hair and his body got a little more muscular, you’d been bombarded with an overwhelming attraction to the guy. You swallow hard, then your eyes drop as Steve’s hand moves to grab a pair of underwear that was also in the box. You drop the photo and grab his wrist, eyes meeting his and the absolute panic in his eyes is… weirdly arousing to you. Then you see the pair, eyes scanning over the white cotton and faded print of cherries decorating them.
“Are those my underwear, Steve?” you ask, glancing back up at him.
“No,” he lies, won’t meet your eyes as he stares down at them in his hand.
“Did you steal my underwear, Steve?”
“Why would I do that?” he replies, looking up at you finally, trying to look nonchalant.
You swallow hard, you should be furious but you’re… you’re not. You’re turned on. This absolute creep behavior, but coming from Steve, it’s so… sweet and vulnerable. Makes you look into those big brown eyes and want to kiss his face all over. But Steve seems to like the humiliation. And it’s making your body erupt in desire.
“Because you’re a pervert,” you tell him, watching as his pupils double in size and he inhales sharply. He swallows and you see his Adam’s apple bob with the motion.
“No, I’m not,” he says, voice quiet and breathy.
“Yes, you are,” you tug the underwear from his hands and look down at them, trying to remember the last time you’d worn them. You and Steve has countless sleepovers, your parents trusted him beyond belief and his parents were rather distant. There were so many opportunities to fool around but it never happened. Which now you think is a little surprising, considering there was that attraction and you’d shared beds as hormonal teens. Can’t believe you’re discovering it now as “adults”. But maybe that’s why you feel bold enough to push him on his back, crawling over to straddle his waist and you can feel his erection hidden underneath his jeans. You hold up the panties, “You smell these while you jerk off to me?”
It’s almost as if you’re not yourself, watching this unfold from a outside perspective. You haven’t even been this confident with boyfriends before but you know Steve, and you’ve been wanting more than a friendship for quite some time. Steve jerks off to you, it’s new information that makes this almost impossible not to act on. It inflates your ego, makes your heart swell twice in size. Because the implication, he knows you better than anyone else, clearly the attraction has to be more than purely physical.
He doesn’t reply, swallows hard again and just stares up at you. His big brown eyes look hazy, aroused and you can feel that he is where your ass is sat against his crotch. He can’t deny he’s turned on. And you wiggle against him, to silently tell him you are too. Fuck, he’s your best friend. How long as he felt this way? Because you’re sure you’ve been in love with him for years. And to find out this way? Not to mention that he seems to be reacting to you calling him a pervert.
You shove the panties up against his nose, “You totally do. You sniff these and stare at the picture while you jerk off! You’re such a perv, Steve!”
He writhes against you, moaning pathetically against the cotton.
“That’s disgusting,” you laugh, playing the part and he whines this time, closes his eyes and sniffs the panties. it’s so hot, and embarrassing at the same time. You’re almost at a loss for words but he seems to like when you make fun of him. “You’re so pathetic, oh my god.”
He opens his eyes, begging you silently. You inhale sharply before continuing. “Bet they don’t even smell like me anymore. I’ve been missing these for months,” you comment, shoving them against his nose once more before standing up. Steve watches you intently, frozen on the ground. You slide the pair of panties you’re currently wearing down your thighs, kicking them off and picking them up before you straddle Steve again. You can feel how soaked they are in your palm. So you shove them against his nose, giggling as you ask, “They used to smell like this?”
Steve’s eyes widen before they roll back as he inhales your scent, no doubt feeling how wet they are.
“You like that?” you laugh cruelly, “god, steve. i didn’t know you were such a sad, pathetic pervert.”
“fuck,” he moans, rolling his hips up at you and the rough denim catches against your clit, pulls a noise from you that has your eyes widening and your dominant demeanor faltering as you grind back down on him. Steve’s eyes meet yours and Christ, he looks pretty and desperate.
“You like me telling you what a perv you are, huh?” you ask.
“yeah,” he breathes out, hands closing into fists by his sides as he rolls his hips up again.
you gasp, trying to maintain composure as his jeans run against your clit again. you wonder if steve can feel how wet you are, if you’re soaking through his denim.
“such a pathetic loser,” you mutter, rubbing your soiled panties against his face, “so desperate for your best friend. wanna taste? go ahead, pervert, taste them.”
with your permission, steve opens his mouth and licks against your underwear. you shove them against him harder and he closes his lips around a bit of them, sucking your juices from the fabric. Moans when he does it, which makes you grind down harder against him.
“bet you’ve been dreaming about the real thing,” you breathe out, “huh, Stevie? you stroke your cock and imagine licking my pussy?”
“mhm,” he replies, still sucking on the cotton. his eyes are so wide and pretty as he stares up at you.
“such a loser,” you pout, tilting your head as you watch him. “think you deserve it?”
“please,” he begs, rolls his hips again.
“desperate for my pussy, aren’t you?” you ask but it’s funny, because you’re desperate for him.
Steve keens, jerks his hips up as his hands venture towards your hips before he drops them back at his sides. Like he’s nervous to touch you. You lean down, tossing your underwear aside as you hover your lips over his. Then you whisper, “Do you wanna eat me out, Steve?”
“Please don’t be fucking with me,” he replies, all soft and wrecked.
“That a yes?” you retort, licking your lips.
He nods, the motion makes his lips graze slightly against yours and it’s difficult not to kiss him. But your core is aching, just the idea of his gorgeous mouth on your heat has you a little feral and you rut down against him before inching up.
“Can I sit on your face, Stevie?” you ask, voice coming out more wrecked than you’d intended. Sounds weird on your ears. Didn’t know you could sound so sultry.
“Please,” he begs, writhing underneath you. “Fuck, please, pretty please sit on my face.”
You’re languid with the motion, pulling your skirt up as you climb up him and into position. He’s staring at your cunt, lips parted and pupils as wide as saucers. Licks his lips and you giggle, peering down at him as you begin to speak, “Look so desperate…”
He replies by wrapping his hands around your thighs and pulling you down on him. His mouth is warm and wet and determined. Steve elicits a moan as soon as he makes contact and it sends vibrations through your whole body. You gasp, holding your skirt up with your left hand while you push his hair off his forehead with the other. Steve is working his mouth on your cunt like he’s making out with it, tongue lashing and lips sucking all while he stares up at you and keeps moaning against your folds. You’ve had other men eat you out before but never like this. Never so determined, never seemed to be enjoying it so much.
There were rumors about Steve, you’d heard girls talk about this. You’d always feigned disgust. He was your best friend, you didn’t wanna hear about his bedroom skills. But deep down, you’d always wondered what he did differently. You haven’t ever had the urge to brag about the men you’d been with. They’d all been pretty mediocre.
The difference is Steve loves this. He’s hungry for it. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, keeping you firmly against his mouth and he’s… he’s moving his head with the motions. Groaning into you.
Your lips fall open, brows knitting together as your fingers tug at the roots of his hair. Staring down at your gorgeous best friend as he devours you. Then his hands move up, snaking under the hem of your shirt and he unclasps your bra in quick time, impressing you briefly before his hands move knead and grope at your breasts. With the grip on your thighs gone, you’re able to move your hips and they grind down on his face on their own volition. Fuck, you’re trying to keep quiet but it’s hard. His tongue flicks against your clit, flat and repetitive as his fingers swirl around your pebbled nipples. You whine, riding his face as you chase your high. The deep, tight coil in your stomach is threatening to snap at any second. You don’t think you’ve ever cum so fast in your life.
“God, you fucking pervert,” you whine, writhing against his mouth, “Feels so fucking good.”
Steve moans his appreciation, eyes rolling back slightly. He pinches your nipple and you’re a goner. Eyes squeezing shut as bright stars of light dance around behind your lids. Steve’s taking it well, sucking and licking up all that you give him. Doesn’t stop until you’re pulling off of him and rolling onto your back beside him. You’re breathing heavily and it quickly turns into pleasure fueled giggles. Then Steve’s reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers, squeezing.
“So, uh, now you know my biggest secret,” he breathes out, and you turn to see the sweetest smile on his face.
You smirk, “That you’re a sick pervert? I did know that already.”
He flushes, turning and shoving his face against your neck. You roll over to wrap your hand around his middle and squeeze him. Your mouth against his ear as you whisper, “I uh, also touch myself to you. Just like thoughts though, not uh, not pictures.”
“I get it,” he mumbles, “I’m a giant perv.”
“You are,” you giggle, “But I like it. Should’ve known it when I wore that bikini and you said it reminded you of phoebe cates.”
Steve laughs at that, “Yeah, you’re kind of oblivious.”
“Shut up, perv,” you reply, moving your hand lower and palming against his cock strained by his jeans, “Or I won’t help you get rid of this.”
“Oh, you wanna help?” Steve asks, the humor wavering as he rocks his hips up at your hand.
“Uh-huh,” you pull back just slightly, so you can look at his face while you unbutton his jeans. He helps you get them down his thighs, briefs following suit. You lick your palm before wrapping your fingers around his cock, glancing down and gasping. Fuck, he’s huge. Your eyes dart back up to his face and he’s smiling, all cocky. He knows it’s big. You’re sure he’s been told so a hundred times so you don’t say anything. You squeeze him while gazing into his beautiful brown eyes, you’d always loved how they sloped just slightly down. And they were so big and wide, so expressive. They are right now as you start to slowly stroke him. He blinks rapidly, licking his lips.
“Can’t believe you look at a photo of me while you jack off,” you mumble, “Seriously, Steve. It’s pretty pathetic.”
There go those expressive eyes, full of arousal— desperation. You don’t avert yours as you squeeze his base, slow and deliberate as you stroke up and swipe your thumb against his weeping tip. You raise an eyebrow, “You get this wet when you’re jerking off to me?”
He whines, bites his lip as his eyebrows furrow. Looks so sweet and needy. It’s the prettiest Steve’s ever looked.
“It’s pathetic because Stevie, you could’ve had me this whole time,” you mumble against his lips, fingers spreading his precum down his shaft and he’s really so wet, you can hear it as you stroke him up and down. Making sure to squeeze where it counts, base and head. Repeatedly. He whines against you. Bucks his hips because you’re going too slow. So you pull your hand away, “Ah-ah, you need to be a good boy for me, Steve.”
He whimpers, music to your ears, “I’ll be good, I’ll be good. Don’t stop, baby.”
The pet name warms you all over. Can’t help but grip his cock again, stroking him more deliberately this time. He whines, all high pitched and pretty against your lips. You give up the teasing, determined to get your best friend off. Curving your palm on every upstroke, whispering against his lips, “Cum for me, baby. Show me what a sick, little pervert you are.”
Steve groans, moves his hand up to cup your jaw as he bucks his hips again. But you let him. Let him fuck your fist. His mouth falls open in a silent moan as he coats your hand in his release, eyes squeezing shut. It’s so hot, you feel your own slick coating your thighs from it.
You let go of him, he rolls on his back and smiles as he sighs, eyes still closed. You clean his mess up with your skirt, a problem to deal with at another time. And for the first time in your friendship, you and Steve are absolutely speechless. Laying side by side. But he’s the one to break the silence.
“Should we like, make out now?” he asks, propping himself on his elbow as he looks down at you, “Ya know, so it’s not weird.”
“Yeah, cus that’s what would make this not weird,” you tell him but you hook a leg over his waist and straddle him, grabbing onto his face and kissing him stupid anyways.
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Your Baby’s Weird but Amusing Obsession
featuring bucky x wife!reader with their son
fandom mcu- tfatws era ?
a/n dont ask me why i just did - it was too cute not to writ. reader is lowkey my oc - am sorry. . . and btw - you can NOT unconvince me Bucky will not name his son after himself - personal headcanon you can not undo that for me - HE SO WANTS HIS JAMES JR XD
warnings just fluff. just before you read just know am dyslexic
You were playing mat with yours and Bucky’s 2-month baby boy as Bucky came in.
His son immediately looks up at Bucky and chortles a few giggles – seeing his dad and 2-month-old baby holds up his tiny arms at Bucky.
Bucky’s face brightens up when he sees them – and his bright blue eyes soften.
He walks forward and kneels on one knee next to the play mat and carefully picks him up and places him in his arms – before leaning back against the couch while the 3 of them sat on the play mat.
You smile – your heart melting at the exchange.
They had named their son James Steven Barnes, after Bucky’s first name of James and of course Steve, or Cap’s name for his middle name– but you took the liberty of nicknaming your son Jay – while you were at it.
You laugh as just as immediately Bucky had picked up their son, his toothless gums were instantly on Bucky’s vibranium arm.
Jay had a strange obsession with his dad’s metal arm – for some reason or the other he just loved it.
Bucky glances at you – but since you offered no assistance – his eyes then drift back to his son chewing on his arm, brow furrowed in contemplation.
Jay chortles a few giggles at his dad – his saliva dripping having left a slobbery grip on his dad’s arm. You couldn't help but throw you head back and laugh.
Bucky looks a tad bit annoyed and tries to pry the baby off his vibranium arm.
“That's not food, son. It’s metal.”
He says.
You couldn’t help but snicker at the sight.
Bucky sighed and tries to pry off his baby’s slobbery grip – giving you a little scowl.
“Jay, c’mere. Let daddy have his arm back.”
Bucky says – as he tried and cooed a little to Jay.
Jay only chortles a few giggles – his bright blue eyes looking up at his dad as if he as content in this manner.
You couldn't help but snicker again as Jay refused to let go – the kid was too strong.
This happened every time, Bucky picked him up.
“Give me my arm back, Jay.”
Bucky says – this time, his tone of voice was a little sterner – but low not wanting to scare his baby, of course.
The baby only giggles and chortles – but still doesn’t let go.
“You’re son’s so weird!"
You giggled – now finally leaning to help get your 2-month son’s toothless gums off your husband’s metal arm – but Jay continued to leave a slobbery grip on his dad’s vibranium arm.
Bucky chuckles – despite his annoyance.
“He got that from his mother.”
He teases.
He then reaches down and attempts to pry Jay off his metal arm again.
You raised an eyebrow taking your hands away.
“Do you want my help or not?”
You smirked.
Bucky shakes his head – smiling.
“No, I’ve got this.”
He then tries again to pry your son off his arm – but still fails.
“Ok!”
You shrugged leaning back to watch as your 2-month son continued to leave his slobbery grip his dad’s metal arm.
“Jay, c’mon. Give back daddy’s arm.”
Bucky asks – sounding a little frustrated now.
“Jay, be nice.”
Bucky says.
The baby still doesn’t let go of his dad’s arm.
“C’mon, Jay.”
He says - trying once again to pry him off.
After a minute – you amusedly shakes your head.
“Hey, my baby, come here!”
You cooed softly holding out your hands to your little son – as you puckered your lips to kiss his cheek as you gently picked up your 2-month baby off Bucky.
Bucky laughs – watching the scene, shaking his head as he wipes off Jay’s saliva off his metal arm with a tissue.
“So, the kid will give me a hard time but listen to you?”
He puts his arm on your shoulder.
You smirked.
“I’m the favorite!”
You say – blowing raspberry kisses on Jay’s cheek.
The baby giggles and blows raspberries back.
“Yeah, I guess you are. Can’t blame the kid, though. You’re pretty great.”
Bucky says – smiling at his wife.
Once again – he puts his arm on your shoulder, hugging you to his side.
You giggled and cooed your little 2-month baby.
“Mama’s the best!”
You say.
Your baby stares at you for a moment – then chortles and giggles, blowing more raspberries at you.
“See?”
You smirk – turning to your husband.
"Yeah, I get it.”
Bucky sighs, rolling his eyes and chuckles
Jay blows more raspberries at you – and you respond by blowing more raspberries at him.
Bucky laughs.
“You two are adorable.”
He says – watching his little family.
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The part where Jeremiah’s like if I start kissing you I’m scared I won’t be able to stop or something like that! Chills
My Jeremiah stuff keeps flopping, why are you doing this to me...
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Under the moonlit sky of the golf course, everyone was getting ready for bed. Steven and Taylor had gotten tablecloths and cushions from the debutante ballroom. It wasn’t as comfortable as a real bed, but it was better than sleeping on the grass. At least it was summer. And thank god it wasn’t pouring rain.
Not feeling tired yet, you decided to walk around. These past nights, your dreams have been haunted by bright blue eyes and a sweet smile, as if pressing you to make a move on Jeremiah Fisher. You shared a kiss on the boardwalk last summer and didn’t stop thinking about it all year. It was embarrassingly pathetic.
Talking about Jeremiah, you spotted him by the golf cart, folding tablecloths to make blankets. A smile curled on your lips and you walked toward him.
‘’Hey, Jere.’’
‘’Hey,’’ he returned, short and dry.
A frown drew between your eyebrows. ‘’Do you want to go inside and finish the movie?’’
‘’Not really. It’s kinda late.’’ He continued folding the tablecloths, completely ignoring you.
‘’Oh. Okay.’’ You nodded, understanding. It was late. ‘’If you ever need a place to sleep tomorrow night, you can come to my house. I’m sure my parents—’’
‘’That’s very kind of you, but no thanks.’’
You lowered your eyes at the grass, watching it slip between your toes in your sandals. You were trying to be kind, but he obviously didn't want your help.
He was still upset about the house and his aunt and dad teaming up to sell it, but there was something else. Something related to you.
Last night, on the boardwalk, he was sweet and touchy and even gave you some of his candy he and the boys won. Now, he was a different person. Cold. Distant. It’s like he didn’t want to talk to you, to be with you.
You could only think of one thing related to you that Jeremiah could be acting strange over.
‘’Is it because of the kiss we shared last summer?’’
You hadn't talked about it since it happened and kisses often make things awkward in friendships.
Jeremiah shook his head. ‘’It’s not that,’’ he said. ‘’I…I liked the kiss.’’
‘’Then why do you keep pushing me away? Since you arrived in Cousins, you’ve been so confusing. You almost hold my hand in the theater and now you push me away like I have plague. I can’t decipher those mixed signals, Jeremiah. I'm not a detective, I'm a teenage girl.’’
With a deep breath, Jeremiah looked directly into your eyes. ‘’Because when I’m alone with you, all I think about is kissing you and if I kiss you, I don’t know that I can ever stop.’’
His words hung in the air, mixing with the crickets' chirp, a confession of feelings you were not expecting to hear tonight — or ever. Your heart started beating faster in your chest, realizing that you had been wrong about Jeremiah. He wasn’t giving you mixed signals because he was playing with you, he was giving you mixed signals because he was scared of his feelings for you.
You opened your mouth to speak, but Jeremiah spoke first.
‘’Life has been really hard these past months, but I never wanted to push you away. I wanted to call you after our kiss, I wanted to ask you on a date and hold your hand and kiss you again. But I found out about my mom and I couldn’t think about anything else,’’ he admitted, his voice soft and earnest.
You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, but you didn’t see any.
‘’When I saw you at Rosie’s, I was so happy.’’ A genuine soft smile tugged at his lips, thinking back to two days ago. ‘’Seeing you face to face is much better than through your instagram.’’
You raised an eyebrow at him. ‘’You stalked my instagram?’’
Jeremiah covered his face and groaned, embarrassed. ‘’Is that all you picked up?’’
You uncovered his face and intertwined your fingers with his. ‘’No, but it’s an interesting anecdote. I didn’t know you were the type of guy who stalked girls on social media.’’
‘’I’m not!’’ he defended, regretting saying that now.
‘’I know.’’ You chuckled. ‘’I’m just teasing you.’’
A sense of warmth and comfort enveloped the two of you, the tension that had been lingering between you dissipating. Although all of your friends were sleeping a few meters nearby, it felt like there was no one else in the world but the two of you. Especially when you looked up into his eyes. It’s so easy to get lost in their beauty and forget everything else.
Jeremiah let out a small laugh, relieved that you were taking his confession and embarrassment in good spirits. He looked down at your lips, thinking about the last time he tasted the vanilla cupcake lip gloss on them. Were you still wearing the same? It probably wore off by now, but Jeremiah was dying to know if you tasted the same.
Taking a small breath of courage, he leaned in closer, closing the distance between you and gently pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and tender, Jeremiah’s hand coming to cup your face gently while yours reached his shoulder to pull him down to your height.
When you broke apart, you smiled against his lips, dying to kiss him again. ‘’Do you want to set your blanket next to mine?’’ you suggested, glints of hope in your eyes.
Jeremiah nodded. ‘’If that’s okay with you.’’
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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Prologue
Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader
Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader
Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader
Prologue: On the Precipice
Summary: In 2018, (Y/N) discovers grief as people turn to dust and the world turns to chaos.
Mouse Note: Welcome to Burden of Truth! Kind of a rough beginning, but, hey, how else do you become an Avatar to a god? Anyways, housekeeping:
This is a platonic fic, so anyone who suggests anything inappropriate between an adult and minor will be blocked and deleted.
That's pretty much it, but I wanted to make it clear. As for the actual fic, there aren't any warnings other than the violence that Marvel shows. I'm really excited to share this series! Please feel free to comment since I'm always up to answering questions and replying to comments. Plus it makes me keep writing.
Without further ado, though, please enjoy!
2018…
(Y/N) gasped for breath, but their lungs refused to bring in the air they needed. Every limb ached, and their heart beat against their chest. It stuttered, refusing to work correctly. The edges of (Y/N)’s visions blurred to black.
Everything had gone wrong. They had thought this summer would be a beautiful one, traveling with their parents. Egypt was lovely, and (Y/N) liked to listen to their parents—anthropology and history professors—tell them about the rich history and culture of the country.
Plus, they were far away from New York where strange aliens had recently attacked and fought Iron Man and a strange wizard. They were safe with their family and free to enjoy themself.
And then people turned to dust.
Screams echoed as loved ones disappeared before people’s very eyes. Cars crashed without drivers. Buses overturned and threw out people and sand. Cries went out as crashes sent metal through limbs—through torsos.
Through (Y/N)’s torso.
(Y/N) couldn’t even move to cover their chest as it bled. They didn’t try to. They knew they were dying. They didn’t want to (gods, please, no, I don’t want this I don’t want this) but they were.
And they couldn’t even reach out to hold their mom and dad’s hands. (Y/N) felt like a child again, but unlike nightmares, they couldn’t run to their parents’ arms to feel safe. Even if they could, the chill of death had already taken their parents’ warmth and comfort.
(Y/N) wished they’d all turned to dust. This was violent, painful, agonizing. Their parents had laid beside them in distress, calling out for help and rescue, dying. No one had come.
And now (Y/N) was alone—the world hadn’t even been kind enough to let them die before their parents.
This was just so wrong. Unfair. Unjust.
“It is unjust.” A calm voice spoke.
(Y/N) didn’t move. They couldn’t, and they were already dying. Their situation couldn’t get worse.
“I can feel your pain.”
This time, a woman, taller than humanely possible, appeared in their line of sight. She knelt among the dust and bodies of the bus and gazed at (Y/N).
She was Egyptian, dressed in a red gown, and wore an intricate necklace of gold and turquoise. Multicolored Sleeves swept out with her arms like wings. Silky black hair fell around her shoulders, and her eyes were lined in kohl. An ostrich feather stood in a circlet and swayed in the wind.
(Y/N)’s eyes landed on the feather, and something in their chest pulled towards it.
The woman tilted her head and watched them in assessment. “You sense the truth.”
“Who…” (Y/N)’s hoarse voice died.
“I am the goddess Ma’at.” The wind whipped around her as she spoke. “I am in search of a guardian. To uphold justice in the face of wrongdoing. To protect harmony from discord. To defend truth from falsehood.”
(Y/N) coughed, and Ma’at tilted her head.
“I can see the truth in your heart. You want justice for everyone who suffers like you,” said Ma’at. She leaned in. “Pledge yourself to me, pledge yourself to the truth, and I will give you the life to do so.”
(Y/N) looked into Ma’at’s eyes and summoned all their strength left.
“Yes.”
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2023…
(Y/N) crouched on the roof and dropped onto the balcony below them. The house around them was quiet. The security guards were clueless to their approach, which was just fine. They didn’t want any attention.
(Y/N) opened the sliding door of the balcony and slipped into the display room. They glanced around themself in distaste. None of the artifacts in glass cases belonged to the owner of this house. He’d “acquired” them in the aftermath of the Blip left countries in disarray, just so like many others.
After the return of the Blipped, the problem of stolen artifacts had only gotten worse since the chaos had begun again, letting more people profit off the displaced people and their possessions.
(Y/N) had spent years repatriating the stolen relics from the aftermath of the Blip. This man, Mr. Medrano, was among the worst offenders. He lied about his findings as an “archaeologist” and stole what he needed for glory. And along the way, he removed any competition. A thief, a liar, and a killer. Medrano was a man who brought injustice of all kinds to the world.
And that was precisely what (Y/N) stood against—what Ma’at stood against.
(Y/N) stopped in front of a case of Egyptian artifacts. Their eyes scanned the contents for the relic they were supposed to bring back to Egypt (send back, really, by way of another person. (Y/N) was still just a teenager, so they couldn’t send it back themself without raising suspicions. Luckily, putting something in a hidden box and not showing their face did the trick).
(Y/N) frowned. The hieroglyphic tablet of Tethering wasn’t on the wall. It seemed they were later than expected, and Medrano had begun to work on translation.
Which means it’ll be in his office.
(Y/N) went to the door of the display room and peeked outside. No light, no movement. They moved into the hall and crept down towards the room at the other side of the house. Making sure their gloves were on—no sense leaving fingerprints—(Y/N) reached out and felt the door handle.
The door was unlocked.
Gently, (Y/N) opened it.
Shick!
(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they took a step back. A man in a white, bandage-like suit stood above Medrano. He pulled two crescent-shaped blades from his chest, and Medrano’s body slumped to the ground. The man paused and looked towards the door, the moon sighting the crescent-illusion in his hood and the symbol on the forehead and chest.
“There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here,” said the man, but (Y/N) felt in their heart that he wasn’t speaking to them.
“Does it matter? Your job is to punish the wrongdoers in this mansion.”
(Y/N) blinked as they heard a voice echo from behind them. It was a god’s voice. Not Ma’at, no, but most definitely a deity.
“I won’t hurt a kid, Khonshu,” snapped the avatar, and his hood folded back.
(Y/N) turned around and found themself staring up (really up) at a half-man, half-bird skeleton in white wrappings. This was Khonshu.
“I’m not a wrongdoer,” said (Y/N) to Khonshu, holding up their hands. “I’m, uh, an Avatar.”
At that, Khonshu and man stopped.
“You can see him?” said the man, frowning warily.
“I’m the Avatar of Ma’at,” said (Y/N). They shifted. They weren’t used to saying that. “She’s the goddess of truth.” They could see the “truth” of the world more than others, and that included the gods that walked among them.
“That ostrich is interfering with my work,” said Khonshu, irritated.
“You are the one who is not supposed to interfere with human business,” said Ma’at’s calm voice, and (Y/N) glanced at the office’s large window to find her sitting on the sill.
Khonshu’s avatar looked at the window but saw nothing. “Is another god here?”
(Y/N) nodded sharply. This was a little too much. They were used to working by themself.
“You are doing the exact same thing,” said Khonshu.
“I am returning artifacts to our people,” said Ma’at. “I am not interfering in human life more than that.” She glanced at Medrano’s body. “Unlike some.”
Khonshu tsked. “I am delivering justice.”
“A type, yes,” said Ma’at.
“Ma’at,” said (Y/N) quietly. “I’m going to take the tablet..”
“Go ahead, (Y/N),” said Ma’at. “Khonshu will not harm you. You have done no wrong.”
“They interfered with my work,” said Khonshu.
“Irritating is not wrongdoing,” said Ma’at.
(Y/N) decided to leave before the gods continued to argue. It made them uncomfortable. Then again, a lot of interaction did. (Y/N) hadn’t really gotten to slow down and make friends after 2018, so they’d grown used to their own company (or Ma’at’s). Everything else was business, and anything more was out of their realm of understanding.
(Y/N) opened their bag and slipped the wrapped tablet carefully from the table inside. They looked decidedly away from Medrano’s body, glanced at Khonshu’s avatar, and left the room.
If that’s what Avatars and gods outside of themself and Ma’at were like, (Y/N) didn’t want to meet them.
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2025…
“(Y/N).”
The now-seventeen-year-old raised their eyes from the book they were reading. “Yes, Ma’at?”
“I have an important job for you.”
(Y/N) frowned. Ma’at never described anything as “important.” Necessary? Yes. Important? No. Everything was equally pertinent to upholding justice and order to Ma’at.
“I need you to retrieve a scarab.”
“Who stole it?” asked (Y/N).
“You are.”
(Y/N) looked at Ma’at in surprise. “What?” Ma’at disliked any injustice or unlawful actions.
“You are stealing the scarab of Ammit,” said Ma’at.
Ammit.
Ammit ruled the scales in the Judgement of the Dead. Ma’at was the Feather of Truth against which human hearts were weighed. One had abandoned true justice; one continued to defend it.
And (Y/N) was stuck in the middle with the burden to protect the truth of it all.
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SWEETHEART | Jeremiah Fisher
Summary: After your parents file for a divorce, you’re forced to move in with your mom’s friend until the divorce is finalized. You wished you could stay with your dad and your friends, but when you meet Jeremiah Fisher, that changes. And now you’re wanting to stay in the Cousins. Too bad things don’t last forever.
Word Count:
Part: 8
previous part series masterlist
Authors Note: I don’t know why but I can’t tag some people even though I’m spelling their users right. I’m sorry for that, I have no idea how to fix it. Anyway, thank you for all the love and support from the other parts! <3 I also apologize for grammar or spelling mistakes, I tried to proofread but I’m not sure if I got everything.
You chug the rest of your beer, rolling your eyes at the obnoxious scene in front of you.
“Tell me more! Tell me more…” Jeremiah’s and Cam’s voice fades the more you walk away, turning the corner to find the nearest bathroom.
Noticing the long line that probably hasn’t moved in 10 minutes you make your way upstairs.
After your little pity party earlier, Conrad arrived. It was strange for him to be here since he’s been all “moody and quiet” as Belly would put it, but it made sense since Nicole was here.
“Hey, you see Jere anywhere?” He asks you, looking at you for split second before looking around the yard.
You cross your arms over your chest, “Probably in one of the rooms hooking up with someone.”
Conrad looks at you, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “That’s Jere. If you see him, can you tell him I’m staying the night here?”
You purse your lips, really wanting to be petty and say something along the lines of “oh he’s probably going to be staying the night at his one night stands place as well” but you decide against it.
“Sure.”
Conrad thanks you, entering the house.
Staring at the liquid inside of your red cup, you realize you shouldn’t be outside because you were avoiding Jeremiah and Taylor. You should go in there, make new friends and have fun.
You bounced your leg up and down, anxiously.
Screw it. You probably look like some weird loner out here. Even Conrad’s inside and he’s supposed to be the anti-social one.
And after many drinks and socializing with many people, you somehow ended up in the living room where karaoke was going on. Leaving almost immediately after Jeremiah and Cam started singing their hearts out.
You made no effort in trying to tell Jeremiah what Conrad said. You avoided him all night, the moment he walked in the same room, you walked out.
Placing your cup somewhere, which most likely will never be found, you make a beeline straight to the stairs.
You may have had a little too much to drink that night as it took all your strength to not eat shit on the stairs. Finally making it up there, you try every door only to be met by some random couple either in the midst of making out or ripping each others clothes off.
“Sorry.” You say loud enough for the third couple you walked in on to hear. You close the door, your eyes drifting to the last door at the end of the hallway.
Oh please be a couple free zone.
If not, you can just wait in line. Or find a bush outside.
You hold your breath as you peek your head in, grinning as there was no couple on the bed. Just a flower crown.
You walked in, slamming the door behind you and flinching hard when you heard the two gasps coming from beside you.
“Ew, what the hell you guys! You couldn’t have done that in the car?” You complain, throwing your flower crown next to Taylor’s that was on the bed.
Steven and Taylor were frozen in horror, staring at you with wide eyes.
You scrunch your face up in disgust, walking by them to get to the bathroom. “Wha—“
“Oh my god!” Belly shrieks, pointing at the two in disbelief.
Before Belly could even confront the two, Steven dashed out of there.
“Steven—“ Taylor starts, trying to grab his arm before he could leave but he already did.
“You’re hooking up with my brother?”
“I swear, It just happened!” Taylor excuses, shrugging as she look between you and Belly.
Belly makes a face, “Wha- What you got bored? He’s dating someone! You know, someone he actually likes.”
Taylor scoffs, pointing to herself. “You’re saying he couldn’t like someone like me?”
“No, no, that’s not what I’m saying—“
“Ohhh, shittt! Steven has a girlfriend!” You say out loud, finally putting two together.
Belly spins to look at you, her eyes narrowed. “What? Did you know? Jesus— how long have you guys been hooking up?”
“I just got here! Like a second before you, maybe half a second before you…” You say, starting to ramble before Belly cuts you off.
“This could get so messy, Steven, he’s taking her to the deb ball and all those girls are her friends!”
Taylor rolls her eyes, “Oh my god! I’m so sick of hearing about this fucking deb ball. I don’t even know who you are anymore.” Taylor looks her up and down, using her hands to elaborate.
“Why? Because I’m not just going along with everything you wanna do? Is that why you threw yourself at my brother? So, that… you can get back at me?”
“Y’know, you act so innocent Belly. Like you’re the victim.” Taylor hisses.
“Victim?” Belly repeats.
“I think you’re the self absorbed one, Belly. How do you not know I’ve had a crush on Steven for years. If you weren’t so obsessed with Conrad—“
“What is wrong with you? People are going to hear!”
“Who cares! There’s more than one story happening here but you seem to only care about the one where you’re the main character.”
There’s a pause before Belly excuses herself, rushing out of the room.
You stand there awkwardly, watching Taylor pace the room as she buries her face into her hands.
“Starting fights with everybody tonight, huh?” You sarcastically say, stopping when Taylor looks up to glare at you.
“Mind your own fucking business.” She snaps, snatching her flower crown off the bed before storming off.
You shrug to yourself, rushing to the bathroom.
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“Okay but think about this… what if we are all dead but we just don’t know it? Like when we die, will we know when we are dead? Will it just be a void or what?” Your new friend slurs, explaining with his hands to prove a point.
You nod quickly, “That makes so much sense! I wonder if I’m dead.”
“I wonder if I am too.”
There was a pause before the two of you broke into fits of laughter, snorting and not giving a damn since pretty much everybody in this household was drunk.
“I wonder if vodka and apple juice taste good.” You ramble, putting your finger to your chin as if you were thinking.
Whatever his name is scoffs dramatically, shaking his head way too fast. He stops, looking like he was going to puke before going back to normal. “Y’know what’s good? The cherry mountain dew and vodka. That shit is chefs kiss. You ever see Gordon Ramsey?”
“Gordon Ramsey? Oh. my. gosh. Like JonBenét Ramsey?”
“No, that’s different. I’m talking about the old guy.”
You think for a moment, taking a sip of whatever you had in your cup before responding. “Oh the british guy.”
“I think he is! You know how to talk in a british accent?” He speaks in a accent, raising his eyebrows up and down.
You had no idea what his name was. But you bumped into him on accident and the two of you just started talking. Who would’ve known you guys would have a lot in common?
“Yes, hello sir.” You speak in a terrible accent that wasn’t even british, frowning as the guy broke into a laugh.
You flinch at the sudden weight around your shoulders, turning to look at the one and only, Jeremiah Fisher.
“Heyy look, it’s playboy!” You chirp, shrugging his arm off you.
Jeremiah ignores your comment, doing some dumb handshake with your new friend who now wasn’t your new friend because apparently he knew Jeremiah.
“Oh great.” You mumble, drinking the rest of your drink.
They make some small chat while you awkwardly stand there, swaying on your feet as you thought of ways to get out of there.
I’m gonna go use the bathroom!
I’m gonna go find a drink!
I’m out of here!
Adios!
“Oh right, I came over here to take this little fire cracker home.” Jeremiah announces, pinching one of your cheeks teasingly. You smack his hand away, glaring at him.
“Okay, I guess I’ll see you around then?” The guy asks, hopeful.
You smile, nodding. “Yeah.”
He scratches the back of his neck with his free hand, hesitating, “You, uh, you think I could get your number or something?”
Your eyes widen, your cheeks burning. Oh god, did he just ask you for your number? You heard that right? Right?
“Ye—“ You start, already searching your pockets for your phone before you get cut off.
“It’s actually been a crazy day, think we’re just gonna call it a night. Let’s go, Y/N.” Jeremiah states, staring at you expectantly.
You glare at him, sending an apologetic look to your new friend. “Whatever. See you around.” You managed to say before Jeremiah led you through the house and to his car.
Jeremiah opens the door to the backseat, impatiently waiting for you to get in.
You don’t. You just stand there.
“You couldn’t have waited till after I gave him my number? You’re such a cockblock.” You complain, looking back at the house.
Jeremiah rolls his eyes. “He’s a player anyways! You wouldn’t have been the only girl on his phone.”
You scoff, sarcastically smiling at him. “Says you!”
He groans, letting go of the door to rub the bridge of his nose. “Just get in the car, Y/N. I’m tired.”
“I’m tired.” You mock, begrudgingly getting into the car. You reach out to close the car door before Jeremiah could.
You look through the window and watch as he stood there for a moment, seemingly contemplating on something before walking back to the house.
You waited until you couldn’t see him anymore to kick the seat in front of you out of anger, which was barely a kick as your leg felt way too heavy to even move. Same thing with the rest of your body.
Stupid Jeremiah.
Always ruining everything. Ruined Belly’s dinner for you, ruined the party for you, what else is he going to ruin?
It’s funny how fast he changed from the moment you met him to now. When you first met him, it was like, it was too good to be true. He was practically a golden retriever just in human form. Everything about him was perfect, everything. His hair, his eyes, his lips, oh dammit, why didn’t you kiss those lips—
You stop, holding your breath in realization.
Did you have a crush on him?
Pfft, why would you, have a crush on Jeremiah Fisher?
But I mean, who wouldn’t?
No. Stop it.
The car door opens, making you jump.
Jeremiah tosses a napkin at you, “There. You happy?” He closes the door before you could even react.
You pick up the napkin, flipping it over to see the number written in pen ink. You feel guilty.
Both the driver and passenger doors open, causing your eyebrows to furrow. Isn’t Conrad staying the night? Didn’t Taylor leave with Cam and Belly?
“Taylor, you better not crash my car.” Jeremiah complains from the passenger seat.
God dammit.
“Relax, Jeremy. I’m actually a excellent driver. Plus, I’m not the one who chugged a beer in under a minute for what? 5 dollars?” Taylor giggles, starting the car. She moves her seat forward along with fixing the rearview mirror.
“Hey— it’s money. You would’ve done the same!” He says defensively.
You don’t bother with putting your seat belt on, too exhausted. Leaning your head against the door, you close your heavy eyes. Their argument fades into the background, your head pounding.
-
“THAT’S TOO CLOSE!”
You jolt awake, scanning your surroundings before realizing you were still in the car. Jeremiah and Taylor still in the front seats, arguing.
You rub the side of your face that was against the car door, looking out the window to see that you guys were outside of the familiar beach house.
“Gosh, you’re so dramatic!” You hear Taylor say, putting the car in reverse before slamming on the breaks. The breaks sends you forward, not enough to hurt you but enough to fully wake you up.
“Excellent driver” my ass.
Jeremiah sarcastically groans, “I’m never letting you drive again.”
“Good! Your car smells anyway.” Was the last thing you heard before the two of them exited the vehicle, their argument being muffled.
You looked around the backseat, searching for your phone along with the napkin. You spot them on the floor, snatching the both of them and shoving the napkin in your pocket.
You squint your eyes as the light from your phone nearly blinded you, checking the time and missed messages from earlier.
Belly
Left early 11:25
Jeremiah said he would give you a ride 11:25
Perfect for some alone time if you know what I mean 😏 11:26
Oh yeah how should I ask Cam to the deb? Do you think he would want to go with me? 11:28
Smiling, you shake your head. You type out a quick response but before you could send it the car door opens, revealing Jeremiah.
He holds the door open, rubbing his eyes before motioning for you to come out. He holds out his hand. You take it, shoving your phone into your pocket.
Silently, he wraps his arm around your waist before closing the door. He helps you into the house, then up the stairs and to your bed room.
He finally let’s go, sitting you down on the bed.
Crouching down to your level, he scans your face. “Are you wearing makeup?”
You realize how close he is, your breath hitching. You looked into his eyes, those eyes, getting lost for a moment.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod.
“Where’s your makeup remover?”
You point to the vanity. He gets up, unzipping your makeup bag before he stops. He holds up wipes, “This?”
“Yeah.” You muster out. Your heartbeat quickens as he comes back, stopping to crouch in front of you.
You reach your hand out to grab the wipes but he stops you, grabbing your chin with his other hand and softly pressing the wipe to your face to get rid of the makeup.
Your cheeks heat up at the gesture, feeling the cold wipe on your face as you dropped your hand. He takes his time, making sure to get everywhere.
He tosses the wipes in the trash can, going back to his crouching position to take off your shoes. You don’t stop him, your whole body felt like it was burning. You’ve never felt like this.
It felt like you were going to explode. Or puke. You didn’t know if it was because there were too many butterflies in your stomach and they needed a way out or just the alcohol you had tonight.
“Your hands looks better.” He mumbles, grabbing your hand to examine it. He flips it over a few times before letting it.
You stare at your hand the bruises looking more of a yellow-greenish color, “It’s pretty sore though.”
“I’m surprised it didn’t break.”
“What, after you guys ditched me?”
He’s quiet, frowning. “I came back for you.”
“Pfft, because you knew your mom would kill you if you didn’t.” You say, dropping your hand into your lap.
“I came back for you, not because of my mom.” He affirms, making eye contact with you so you could know he was telling the truth. You break it, your cheeks feeling hot.
There was silence for a moment but he breaks it, suggesting that you should lay down. You agree laying down as he shimmies the comforter out from underneath you. He tucks you in and fixes your pillows, making sure you were comfortable before he wishes you goodnight, leaving.
“Jere?”
He stops, turning back around to look down at you in concern.
“You okay? You need anything?”
You shake your head, staring at him. “No… I just…”
You felt so weird. So tingly. You were exploding with so many different emotions. You’ve had crushes before, silly crushes… but this was different.
You wanted to tell him. But, was it too late? What if Taylor was right? Would he really just hook up with you to leave you the next day?
“Thanks.” You finally settle on saying, facing away from him. You bury your face into the covers, mentally cursing at yourself but also just wanting to sleep.
He doesn’t respond.
And before you know it, he’s gone.
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My favorite fanfics!
Loki Friggason [Marvel]
Dancing in the dark (with you between my arms) by @holymultiplefandomsbatman [Fluff]
Paper rings by @cherryrogers [Pure fluff]
Back in your arms by @sarahscribbles [starts angsty but happiest fluffiest ending]
Remus Lupin [Marauders Era]
I don't want them. I want you by @theemporium [Fluff, Marriage, Drunk!Remus]
You are in love by @starstruckmoony [fluff]
Red by @jamespottersdaisy [Banter, fluff]
Gold Rush by @jamespottersdaisy [pure fluff]
Hiccups and hijinks by @dreaminginpastels [Plus-size!Reader, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of insecurity and self-doubt]
Jealous Prof!Reader by @turvi [Fluff, wife!Reader]
Let me help by @jamespottersdaisy [bad mental health, eating disorder?, angst]
Remus saying "I love you" to the for the first time by @theemporium [xReader, pure fluff]
Remus taking care of Drunk!Reader by @theemporium [Potter!Reader, Drunk!Reader, Soft Remus]
Remus being soft only with reader near fullmoons by @lizard-onawindowpane [Pure fluff]
Calm after the storm by @earthgirl616 [enemies to lovers, swearing, kissing, mention of blood and wounds]
Pinky Promise by @jamespottersdaisy [Pre and Post Moon!Remus, Remus and reader have a fight]
Our Band Part 1 Part 2 by @wzrd-wheezes [Marauders Band AU, Barista!Reader]
Kaz Brekker [Grishaverse]
Deadly fever by @webslinger-holland [mentions of severe illness, mentions of traumatic childhood, mentions of needles and bloodletting]
Book Club by @rainydaymiscellaneous [fluff, Kaz is in love]
There was this boy... by @mcntsee [Fluff]
Schon by @mcntsee [Kinda ooc Kaz, kaz is ok with y/n’s touch. Stabbing, blood, killing]
Peter Parker [TASM]
Worth Saving by @fettuccin-e [Hurt/Comfort]
Sirius Black [Marauders Era]
I think he knows by @theemporium [potter!reader, fluff, James being a Mood]
Words that slip through by @padfootagain [Fluff, tiny bit of Angst(?)]
For your family by @padfootagain [Fluff, Arrange marriage trope, Soulmate au]
Forced by @sirisuorionblack [Fluff, Arrange Marriage trope, toxic household]
Sirius wants a hug, but doesn't know how to ask by @gtgbabie0 [Fluff, touchstarved Sirius]
Everything has changed by @once-upon-an-imagine [Fluff, Lupin!Reader, Jilly Wedding]
Sirius being jealous of a cat by @theemporium [fluff, jealous!Sirius and *in steve's voice* Language]
A cozy rainy night with Sirius by @theemporium [pure fluff]
James Potter [Marauders era]
Stop flirting with the nurse, it's embarrassing by @perpetuallydaydreaming [Fluff, Siri & Pete being melodramatic]
First Impressions by @jackie5656 [Fluff, Descriptions of assault and attempted assault]
Just to Kiss by @chrryhrt [Frat!James x Reader, Idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, small mention of alcohol]
Regulus Black [Marauders era]
Coward by @sirisuorionblack [Hurt/comfort, Arrange marriage trope, acedemic rivals]
Moon Boys [Moon Knight, Marvel]
Jake Lockley- Cucumber face mask and fist of vengeance by @wysteria-clad [Fluff]
Jack Lockley- dlz by @ichorai [Angst, mild fluff, marriage au]
Marc, Steven and Jake- Clumsy by @marvelsswansong [fluff]
Marc, Steven and Jake- Secret Identities Part 1 Part 2 by @bensolosbluesaber [Fluff, reader is an Avenger]
Benedict Bridgerton [Bridgerton]
Matchmakers by @siempre-bucky [fluff]
Not for him by @iwritefandomimagines [Platonic!Anthony playing matchmaker, Fluff, slight angst]
Second son by @fayes-fics
Druig [Eternals, Marvel]
Druig x Reader by @siempre-bucky [fluff]
Stephen Strange [Marvel]
July 19th by @frostandflamesfanfic [Fluff, Strange being a dad to America]
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Damaged goods & no returns Chp.1
Steven Grant x Female reader
Summary:-
You're invited to an exclusive party that will change your life by your best friend. It turns out to be an auction for high society women to by sex slaves. While having a walk around, you find a shy and nervous man in the library. The man turns out to be Steven Grant. There are no mentions of Marc or Jake, but that they will appear in the future. I had this idea after reading a book about women's sexual fantasies as I just saw Steven in my mind.
I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to like, comment, and reblog.
Warnings:- ⚠️🔞
Do not interact if under 18. Mentions of sex. Talk of sex slavery. I wanted to explore something darker as I've got over 100 followers. No sex in this chapter.
Word Count:- 1460
Everyone knows money runs the world, and money brings privileges. But old money is a different world entirely. it's a strange world of antiquum, eccentricity, and rules. Like a private members club where nothing is spoken about outside the members' walls.
Mrs Bradley is the epiphany of being an eccentric of New York society, an 84 year old woman who dresses and behaves like a 1960s southern belle with her favourite word if she liked you being “Darlin”. Very few times, it is an old and new mix, but between you and your friend Rebecca Mrs Bradleys, the great niece it has. Your Father had been a very successful with a transport company that had travelled all over the world now.
You and Rebecca had a solid friendship of a few years, having met at a dinner party that your dad had held to celebrate a deal with Rebecca’s dad. You both clicked, and friendship blossomed from a dinner party conversation to crying on the phone at 2 am. About both your exes and everyone in between building love and trust leading to this moment.
Everyone knew about Mrs Bradleys eccentric parties that only women attended. Rumours were abound about what happened at these ladies parties, did she run a male brothel, or was it just a bunch of women getting drunk and loose without their partners. Women from ages 20 to 100 would be seen entering the Bradley mansion. So tonight you would see for yourself.
Standing waiting, look out your lounge window for the car to collect you. Smoothing out your plum velvet cocktail dress, the scent of black opium filling the air as you do so. Your phone beeps with a message from Rebecca saying that they’d be their in 5 minutes. Putting your phone in your matching plum clutch you grab your silver grey faux fur coat and checking you have everything and head outside locking your front door and head to the car as the driver stands at the open door waiting for you to enter.
The car door clicks shut as your body melts into the buff leather of cars interior as the vehicle moves along the road. Rebecca sits smiling lips, matching her fuchsia silk evening dress
“Nervous about this evening” her voice brings you back to reality as you notice that you're fiddling with your fingers.
“A little bit, I’ve heard a lot about your Aunts parties. I don’t want to make a fool of myself” you reply softly. Rebecca giggles, taking your hand, giving it a little squeeze of assurance. “My aunt loves you, she thinks you’re the sweetest little thing and insisted you come tonight” you blush in response, you had only met Mrs Bradley a few times and you were surprised by the comments. Sitting back quietly, contemplating the evening ahead, it was as if Rebecca could read your mind.
“I must tell you about the party. It's a....well, it's a sex slave auction” she stares at you awaiting your reaction. You face drains, and your mouth hangs open a few seconds before recovering your composure “A what?” the anger and disgust evident in your voice. Rebecca stares, thinking on how to respond without this blowing up.
“Yes as I said, my aunt deals with male sex slave for women who can afford their own private little pet. She’s done it for years and is successful at it. The men are trained to do other things so no one gets suspicious” The nonchalant way Rebecca responds is horrid as though she’s talking about a piece of dirt, not a human.
The car pulls to a halt in front of the mansion. The large oak and iron doors are illuminated by flaming torches and two men dressed in moss green and gold livery great the guests as they arrive. You and Rebecca leave the car and grace the steps to go inside. Your heart is thumping in your chest, and bile rises in your throat. A man in the same livery carries a sliver tray of champagne, lifting a sparkling crystal flute of the golden bubbles in a white gloved hand passing one to both you and Rebecca nodding as you said thank you.
The entrance hall was extremely extravagant, and you now know you’ve entered a different world. As you look around, you see various men aged 20-40 dressed smartly and conversing with various female guests. You imagine they're doing this to get the best bids and get to the wealthiest woman there. Rebecca looks at you sipping her champagne
“Please understand this is how our world works. They are well looked after men” You only nod in response to her. Mrs Bradley comes over and embraces her great niece and you. Telling you to enjoy yourselves and hoping that someone catches your eye.
You smile in response before asking if you may go look around at the art. In a flamboyant manner, she agrees and walks, taking Rebecca to talk in private about something. You wander off along a oak panelled hall into the library your about to walk over to study the painting above the fireplace when you notice a nervous looking man slightly hunched over in the chair his chocolates curls bouncing as he fidgets with his fingers.
“Hello” You speak softly so as not to scare him. He looks up at you with massive chocolate eyes his reply is barely audible as he sits curled into himself. “Is everything OK?” You slowly walk over to him. A fat tear runs down his cheek as he shakes his head as his curls swaying about.
Kneeling in front of him “Are you one of Mrs Bradleys slaves? All the man does is whimper in response. You want to cuddle him and protect him. He’s nothing like the other men who appear happy in this arrangement. You’re about to ask him his name when Mrs Bradley heels clacking along the floor into the room and angrily looking at the man.
“STEVEN” she says through gritted teeth “why are you in hear you should be out mingling try to find a forever home again” You raise your eyebrows at the word again as the man known as Steven grabs your arm. You finally hear him speak he has a London accent and sounds so soft.
“Yes mistress, I won’t be returned again”
“three times Steven you’ve been returned to me. I can’t keep you if you’re returned again” The venom in Mrs. Bradleys word makes Steven shake against you. You make a decision right there and then, and you’ll deal with everything later.
“Mrs Bradley. How much for Steven?”
Mrs Bradley looks taken aback “You want him out all the other handsome and more socially astute men you want him?” Steven shakes behind you his grip on your arm tightening. “yes. How much?” You felt disgusted talking like this, but you wanted to help Steven.
“Well he’s damaged goods, and I need rid of him. No returns, and he’s $20.000” Closing your eyes and shaking your head at Mrs Bradleys words. “Bank transfer, okay?” You reach into your clutch for your phone. Realising that you’re seriou, Mrs Bradley switches her southern charm back on.
“course Darlin” she walks over to the roll top desk in the library, sitting down her bangles jingling as she sorts paperwork and a tablet. You sign and transfer the money over to her, and she gives you a receipt. You look at the receipt and see it describes the painting that’s above the fireplace. You look shocked as she nods at Steven, and Steven shakily gets up and walks to the fireplace, lifting the painting off the wall and walking up to you.
You realise what Mrs Bradleys doing covering herself so that she can’t get into trouble. You look at her and force a smile.
“I think it’s best I leave now, Mrs Bradley. Have a good evening” You walk away with Steven behind you, clutching the painting or clutching his pain you can’t decide. Mrs Bradley nods with a smile, bidding good evening as she walks along the hall in front of both you and Steven as a car pulls up at the entrance to take you home. She says something about Stevens' belongings being brought to yours tomorrow. You only nod in response as you get in the car behind Steven.
The chauffeur closes the door with a click before getting in and driving away from Bradley Manor. You look at Steven who’s sitting looking out the car window at the passing street lights. You feel nothing but pure love for Steven, and you vow to help and protect him. Steven senses you, looking at him he turns to look at you with a gentle smile.
To be continued........
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Miguel O’hara
Possessive Miguel
Yandere Miguel
Unhinged Possessive yandere Miguel
Venom
Clingy Symbiote
Werewolf Bucky
Affectionate obsessive werewolf Bucky
Toxic Steve Rogers
Obsessive and Toxic husband Steve Rogers
The Winter Soldier
Cold and two sided
The Mandalorian
Obsessive Din Djarin
Mob Boss Miguel
Your Mob Boss Husband
Miguel O’hara au
Prison au
Hydra Bucky
Bucky is your handler in Hydra
Ghostface Miguel
He’s hunting you
Frost Giant Loki
He loves how tiny you are
Doctor Barnes
Bucky Barnes, head doctor at the mental ward
Dark Steve Rogers
He’s obsessed with you in sickening ways
Yandere Tony Stark
Obsessed Tony
Dad Miguel O’hara
Strict father Miguel
Dark Loki
Possessive and obsessed with you
Doc Ock
Why he kinda?
Doctor O’hara
Mental ward doctor
Doctor Stark
Mental ward doctor
Doctor Strange
Cold and tired of everything
Dr Arthur Harrow
You ended up at his facility
Father
For the daddy issue girlies
Khonshu
Overbearing god
Leo
Yandere Boyfriend
Lola
Just a friend
Mafia Father
Protective mafia boss dad
Mother
For the mommy issue girlies
Scarlet Witch
Yandere Wanda
Vampire Bucky Barnes
Obsessive vampire Bucky
Vampire Miguel
Blood lust
Bruce Banner
Kind and shy
Yandere Jake Lockley
Obsessive and violent
Yandere Steven Grant
He’s obsessed with you but still cute
Yandere Marc Spector
He likes to punish you
Evil Wanda
She's obsessed and keeps you trapped in a false reality
#Character Ai#My ais#moon knight#steven grant#marc spector#jake lockley#marvel#mcu#Yandere#Yandere Marc Spector#Yandere Steven Grant#Yandere Jake lockley#Yandere moon knight#Bruce banner#Tony stark#Steve rogers#Bucky barnes#The Winter Soldier#Khonshu#Scarlett witch#Arthur harrow#Doctor strange#Doc ock#Venom#the mandalorian#Loki
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Overprotective
Overprotective!Dad!Stephen Strange x GN!teen!yn
Platonic!America Chavez x GN!teen!YN
summary: living with Steven Strange as your dad
Stephen was always extremely overprotective of you. He would let you have fun but he'd always be by your side.
He'd do anything to keep you happy but sometimes he didn't know what you needed. He'd shower you in gifts and try to spend as much time with you as possible, but often got held up at work.
That was until he had gotten in a car accident and could no longer work in the hospital. He was heartbroken but stayed strong around you.
When he started working in the Sanctum Sanctorum he became much happier and started healing. He'd spend hours every day with you. He loves teaching you everything he knows.
During the events of Infinity War he made you stay at home. He was worried you'd get hurt and decided it was the best option.
When he got back after the blip he became even more protective. He had realized how easy it is to loose people and he can't loose you.
He never leaves your side unless he's doing something he believes is dangerous. Then he'll make you stay with Wong and on rare occasions Christine.
When you meet America the two of you immediately become friends. It was nice for you to finally be around someone your age.
He'd let the two of you go out by yourselves but don't think he's against grounding you if you get into trouble.
Stephen takes your safety very seriously and won't let you out yourself at risk.
#marvel x reader#marvel#marvel x teen!reader#yandere marvel#overprotective stephen strange#stephen strange x yn#doctor stephen strange#stephen strange x reader#stephen strange#dad Stephen Strange#Stephen Strange x teen!reader#platonic avengers
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How Eddie wins over Mr Harrington (by barely trying)
(in ten simple-ish steps)
Basically, how I imagine Steve's dad to be. I kind of think they have more in common than they don't, and maybe his son being queer is the *kick* that he needs to be a better human being (just like Nancy was for Steve).
Richard Harrington unexpectedly comes home from a business trip to find his son in flagrante delicto on his couch with an immediately antagonistic young man, (Edward, he later discovers), he waits in the kitchen, seething with disappointment and rage. Steven takes his things and leaves without a word, leaving the Munson boy to very purposefully throw Steven's house key at Richard's feet, keeping eye contact as he does so. The disrespect is blinding, and that night Richard drowns his anger in whiskey.
Days later his son comes home to collect his remaining belongings, supported by the Munson boy and his uncle. Wayne Munson is a enigma; on the one hand, clearly a soft liberal, but also a no-nonsense, sensible veteran with family values. Edward doesn't acknowledge Richard at all, too focused on guarding Steven from him. He watches his son cry like a child in the backseat, half listens as Wayne encourages him to keep in contact, and inwardly flinches when he sees Edward glare at him through the car window. He's not sure why his chest aches. Steven chose this path, he tells himself. Steven chose this.
Richard returns again to Hawkins, some weeks later, detouring past the store his son works in. He finds himself parked opposite, watching as Steven dances childishly with a female colleague through the shop windows. He's smiling and laughing and Richard's chest aches again. The passenger door opens and that boy gets in without permission. 'Stevie doesn't need you', he says, bold as brass in leather and covered in tattoos and chains, 'but he'll forgive you if you ask'. It hurts, and the only way Richard can breathe again is to invite them both to dinner later in the week. The subtle relief on Edward's face is immediate, and Richard hates himself a little less, though he's not sure why. He spends the drive home wondering at what point his son's life became unknowable.
Dinner starts awkwardly. Steven barely speaks, but Edward refuses to be quiet. He's a vocal young man, argumentative and strangely principled. They have polar opposite opinions on politics, and while Edward's not shy about his opinions, Richard is more than his equal on the topic. It's the sort of conversation Richard enjoys, trading viewpoints and internalising their differences. The evening ends on a warmer note as both Steven and Edward shake his hand as they leave. Formal. It's only a few steps to the car, but he notes that the boys hold hands nonetheless, as his wife tightly holds his. Middle ground, he thinks. They're not condoning the relationship of course, but accepting it for now. There's time for Steven to come to his senses.
Richard next meets Edward when he has to visit Thatcher's. His driver side tyre has a slow puncture, and although Edward's working on another customer's car he swaps with a colleague so he can see what the issue is. A simple 'he's Stevie's dad' gets him a family discount, and Edward changes the tyre himself when it's deemed too damaged to repair. As he works, Richard learns through his unending monologue that this job is temporary, as Edward's internship at the tattoo parlour doesn't pay, and won't for at least another year, that he needs the money now, as he and Steven are saving for their own place. Richard's immediate instinct is to give them the money himself, but knows it wouldn't be accepted. He takes comfort that Steven's in good hands at least. The Munsons seem to be a practical, friendly people.
Weeks later, when he's back in Hawkins again, he bumps into Edwards uncle, who's insistent on getting coffee and clearing the air. Richard guiltily confesses he's not comfortable with the idea of his son being one of them, that he's not sure he ever will be. Wayne simply points out that at least he's trying, and to keep trying. Apparently Edward's father didn't even do that much. Richard later relays the encounter to his wife, of how overtly proud Wayne is of Edward (my Eddie, he'd said). Richard's not felt proud of Steven for a few years now, only infuriated that he's intent on throwing his life away, but Wayne had plenty of happy stories of him too. As parents, they feel equally guilty and spend the evening drinking and reminiscing on Steven's childhood. It feels like they're reminding themselves of their son more with every day that passes.
He's still in town on the following Tuesday evening, and decides to take Wayne up on his offer and visit the bar that he recommended. He discovers that Edward's a talented musician. Even if it's far too aggressive and loud for Richard's own tastes, there's dedication, commitment and passion in each of the boys on the stage. He remembers his own music idols, how passionately they preached against the war in Vietnam, and he wonders when exactly it was that he stopped noticing the injustices of the world, when it was that his business suits became a comfort instead. He's quickly cornered by Wayne, Jim Hopper and David Jones ('my son's on the drums', he says, proudly). But they're all proud of their boys, he adds, and equally appalled by their music tastes. He goes on to say that the parents take it in turns to keep an eye on the boys each week, after what happened earlier in the year. Richard's in utter shock after hearing that there was a murderer on the loose not long ago, and plans to stay in town more after hearing that both boys were involved. He's clearly out of place and out of touch, but they're kind enough to not mention it. He buys the drinks for the remainder of the night, as penance. He has nothing else to offer, but hopes that's enough to start. His son could have died.
As is habit now, when he's in town, Richard drives past the video store to glimpse his son through the window. Further down the street he catches Edward balancing takeaway coffees whilst trying to open the door to the tattoo parlour. It takes moments to pull over and offer his assistance, and it hurts when Edward is surprised by the gesture. Richard's invited into the shop, and although Edward's busy, 'of course he has time for his father in law'. The phrase knocks him emotionally off balance, but Edward doesn't notice, simply updating him on their house hunt, and inviting them to the house warming, pending Stevie's approval. He shakes Edward's hand when he leaves, and when he turns back to his car, notices Steven quietly watching him from the window of his store. He waves, and after a moment his son waves back. He's alive, and there's hope, at least.
He and Kathleen invite the boys and Wayne over for dinner. He sees Steven smiling in the car as they arrive, and although it's faded by the time Richard opens the door, it returns tenfold when he shakes Edward's hand and greets him with 'hello son'. Richard's still very much uncomfortable (especially with how 'hands on' Edward seems to be) and if he finds himself in the kitchen knocking back a few more drinks than usual then it's his own business. It's worth it at the end of the night, when Steven invites them to their housewarming, and actually seems to want them there. He feels Wayne's approval through their goodbye handshake, and it makes him feel as though he's on the right path.
Jim Hopper lets them in through the front door. It's a small house, clean and characterless, and full of people Richard doesn't know. In the yard, Steven's at the grill with some other boys his age, and Edward is in the middle of the lawn, spinning a curly-haired teenager around like he weighs nothing. They look happy. Settled. Edward spots them first, waves them over and starts introducing them to the other adults. Steven brings them drinks, is beaming behind his sunglasses. (He can't remember the last time Steven smiled at him.) Hours later, when they leave, Edward shakes his hand and thanks them for coming (for trying, but that's unspoken), and Steven hugs him for the first time in so, so long, burying his head in Richard's shoulder like he used to as a child. Kathleen cries on the drive home, and he's not much better, but they're happy tears. He's a slow learner, Kathy too, but they're learning.
#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#i dunno...i just like the idea that both Steve and his dad are passively bigoted until their beliefs are challenged...then they change#season 1!Steve was an ass...if he hadn't had his lightbulb moment he could have ended up just like his parents IMO#Eddie is the catalyst...the opposite of what Mr Harrington stands for & challenges every one of Mr Harrington's principles just by existing#might actually write this one out long style as i have so many thoughts#wayne munson#Wayne Munson carefully 'gentle parenting' the Harringtons is also kinda hilarious ngl#tw: mild homophobia#i also don't know why Richard fits...maybe because it's usually shortened to 'Dick' and he really does seem like one in canon
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