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prettyboisteveharrington · 2 years ago

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Whatever happens I’ll leave it all to chance

Steve Harrinngton x Fem!Reader

Plot: You are hit by Vecna’s curse and it makes you rethink everything including your relationship with Steve.

7.1k - possibly my longest fic to date. been writing this for daaays so any feedback is highly appreciated. Suvivers guilt. Heavy mentions of death. Mentions of blood and self blame - If this triggers you please be cautious as you are reading this or if you want to skip this all together I completely understand. Also let’s pretend ‘the show must go on‘ by Queen is from 1986 even though it’s from 1991.

@writeroutoftime

You had always had to be the strong one. Growing up you had been the youngest, but you had always had to look after everyone. When you got involved with Dustin and his friends and the upside down it had been no different. You had taken on a parental role. You would offer the kids rides to their DND games, you would offer to drive Steve to work but he always refused and drove you around. You really were co parenting the kids though at fifteen years old they were not exactly kids anymore.

You had been having recurring nightmares for the last while that you had lost track of when they had actually started. They were so grim that at times they left you completely winded. Other times you were screaming so badly that your aunt had to wake you up. She had to reassure you that you were okay. That you had made it out alive.

‘Why are you nervous?’ Steve asked and looked over at you and gave you a worried look, he could sense something was off. Damn that boy could read you like an open book at this point.

‘It’s stupid I know! But I want to do well. I mean it’s just book club. It’s not like I’m trying to join the cheer squad or like chase popularity or something ’ you muttered as you fixed your perm in your contact mirror.

‘What Would be wrong with you joining the cheer squad?’ Steve asked his eyebrows raised at you.

‘Really Harrington? I don’t exactly look the part’ you added and pointed to your overall appearance, you weren’t exactly the cheerleading type.

‘I think you would make a great cheer leader with the whole ‘go Hawkins go!’ Steve said and waved his imaginary pom-pom around in the car causing you to crack a smile.

You went to fix your makeup next, you noticed the bags under your eyes and shuddered. Today would be a looong day.

‘My point is that you got this!’ Steve said

‘I haven’t slept much and my presentation is up. I’ve never felt so nervous’ you admit and start examining your face to make sure your makeup is perfect. The bags under your eyes was at least somewhat hidden.

Steve looks at you through for a moment. It’s was just you and him in the car today as Robin had gone in early to spend time at band practice and with Vickie.

‘Are you having nightmares again ?’ Steve asked you out of the blue which catches you off guard. You had briefly mentioned the nightmares to Steve and Steve knew about why you moved to Hawkins years ago. To be honest everyone knew.

In the begining there had been a lot of words thrown your way including freak, outcast, loser. All the names made you roll your eyes more than anything else, it just showed you that people had no creative skills.

You nod. Words feel heavy in your chest. The guilt you feel is sometimes unreal. The amount of times the accident plays through your head like a never ending loop is unbearable sometimes.

Steve reaches over and squeeze your hand which causes you to look at him. There’s a tenderness to his gaze that lingers and touches your heart, even after everything you had been through together, the amount of times you bicker or argue he still cares deeply for you and you care as deeply for him.

He’s one of the few people who can break through your tough exterior and make your heart soften. You suppose it’s because you almost spend every day with him and because you trust him with your entire being. It’s also because Steve is so pure of heart. The feelings you have for him now is a complete one eighty from what you felt when you first saw him. Oh how wrong you had been about him.

You remember when you had first moved to Hawkins at fifteen how you had moved for a new change and how on your first day of school how people had already labeled you a freak. You had shrugged it and not given it any thought, you had just kept to yourself. You remember seeing Steve for the first time in his golden boy persona and you remember how you had disliked his guts, hated was too strong a word but you had strongly disliked him. His stupid hair, him being conveniently attractive, his wealth, his character and you had done a one eighty after you had gotten to know his over last year in the summer as you had both worked at Scoops Ahoy. After he had gotten his ass kicked by Russians your perception of him had changed, especially with the way he had tried to protect all of you, even you even though you and Steve were not close in the slightest. Hell you were sure Steve saw you as a nuisance more than anything else and he had still stuck his neck out for you, Steve wasn’t the same Steve as the Steve you had met at Hawkins. The more you got to know him the more you adored him and that was beginning to be a fucking problem. You would always vent to Eddie after a DnD session.

You took the beer from Eds and took a big sip.

‘ I swear to god Eds. It’s getting harder and harder to pretend to be happy for him when he goes on yet another date with yet another girl’ you sighed hopelessly looking somberly into the beer bottle as you moved the liquid inside the bottle around with your hand.

‘you know there’s like a super simple solution to your problem’ Eddie added and raised his eyebrows at you.

‘don’t start Eds. Don’t you dare’ you warned him and looked up to glare at him.

‘you could just I don’t know! tell him that you dig him’ Eddie shrugged as if it was that simple.

‘it’s not that simple. He’s out there serial dating women who are nothing like me. They don’t look like me. Or act like me’ you sighed in frustration.

‘ how exactly is that a bad thing? ’Eddie asked not understanding what the problem was.

‘because he obviously have a type. That type being girls like Nancy wheeler. Or even popular girls. Not once have I seen him with anyone more alternative. To be honest I think he is serial dating because he still carries a tourch for Nancy.’

‘ y/n you are a total babe and if Steve Harrington cannot see that he is visually impaired. I don’t get why you have the hots for him anyway. It’s Steve fucking Harrington! he’s a total douche!’ Eddie protested in annoyance

‘he is not a douche. At least not anymore Eds. I noticed a remarkable change in him last summer when we worked at Scoops Ahoy’ you reassured Eddie but he did not believe you.

You shook your head at yourself. You needed to tell him or move on.

‘I’m okay’ you added earnestly as Steve is still holding your hand. Steve didn’t quite believe you but you could live with that.

As he parks the car and you unbuckle your seat belt the two of you share a look between you. The tension is a little thick between you and Steve as he radiates with worry. He squeezes your hand one last time for good measure before letting go.

‘Knock ‘em dead Kid’ Steve adds and once again reminds you that your presentation is today.

You laugh a little and offer him an aye aye captain salute before getting out of the car and walking into the school.

After school you are doing your shift at the family video store and at one point during your shift you feel something run down your nose and land on the counter. Blood. Your nose was bleeding. You touch your nose gently with your hand and look at the blood on your finger tips puzzled. You hadn’t had a nose bleed since you were twelve. Steve rushes over to you.

‘y/n are you okay?’ Steve asked you. It was obvious that he was worried about you. He examined your face as if he was looking for any sign of a threat.

You nodded

‘yeah it’s just a nose bleed I’m okay’ you confirm not wanting to worry him.

You don’t tell him that the lack of sleep worries you or that you haven’t had a nosebleed in years, as you don’t want to worry him. It is your job to look out for him, Robin and the kids and not the other way around, you have to be strong for them.

You go over to wipe your nose before you continued to work your shift.

Something was happening in Hawkins again. You weren’t sure what it was. But it was dangerous. It was bad enough for Nancy to go follow her instinct. Steve was trying to stop her from going alone. You notice how quick Steve is to throw his keys to you, you barely caught them and swayed a little. Something was off with you. This didn’t feel normal. You didn’t mention anything though as you didn’t want to worry your friends. You also notice how badly Steve wants to protect Nancy and it hurts. It burns knowing that even after all this time he probably still has a thing for her. You wish it was you. Robin bless her heart notices and takes the keys from you and she hands them back to Steve before going with Nancy and they go to follow Nancy’s clue while Steve, Dustin, you and Max went to Ms. Kelly’s house so that Max could get some answers out of Ms. Kelly. As Max went inside Steve made some sort of comment and Dustin gave him a snarky remark. Usually this would have made you laugh or offer a sarcastic comment back but you were too wrapped up in your thoughts to pay them any attention. After you stayed uncharacteristically silent Steve turned around and looked at you.

‘y/n!’ Steve exclaimed in a worried tone of voice as he looks at you up and down.

‘huh?’ you asked confused and saw Dustin and Steve shoot each other worried looks.

‘are you still thinking about the nightmares?’ Steve asks you concerned, you consider lying for a brief second but know he wouldn’t by it even for a second.

‘yeah, I’m feeling very worn out lately because of them. I probably just need an early night tonight’ you say and it’s partially true but you are worried it’s more significant than that but you just can’t put your finger on it.

Steve shoot you another worried look. You feel bad. You don’t want him to fuss over you. Steve doesn’t push the issue. You can tell that this will be a conversation for a later time. Max rushes out to the car and urges Steve to drive off and he drives off towards the school.

Steve, Max, Dustin and yourself break into the school to go through Chrissy’s files. Past trauma, terrible nightmares, difficulty breathing, Headaches.

Your breath catches in your throat.

‘can I – can I see Fred’s file please?’ you ask Steve softly and looks at him. He nods and hands it to you before squeezing your shoulder in reassurance as he can sense that you aren’t your usual self.

As you look through his file you see that his symptoms are the seáme as Chrissy’s a, the same as yours. nose bleeds. Constant nightmares. Past trauma.

You think about your nosebleed the other day. About the nightmares that keeps you from sleeping and how you have been thinking about your family members tragic passing more than usual lately and the amount of blame you felt because of the accident.

‘y/nnnnn’ a voice called you and you start to hear a loud ticking noise that you follow into the hallway. You notice that there is a big grandfather clock ticking at the end of the hallway and your blood runs cold. This is not good.

Steve starts to shake you and call out your name.

‘Y/N!’

‘She’s in a trance like Chrissy was!’ Dustin exclaims

‘Y/N!’ Steve repeats and shake you a bit more roughly this time which cause You to look at him and and you urge Steve, Max and Dustin to follow you outside in the hallway. Everyone follows you but looks at you distressed.

‘there was a grandfather clock right there !’ you exclaim in frustration. It had been there just a minute ago.

After a good while both Nancy and Robin met Steve, Dustin, Max and you at the school.

‘Fred and Chrissy both went to see Ms. Kelly, they both had the same symptoms, horrible headaches, followed by nightmares, nosebleeds, sleeping problems that caused them to wake up covered in cold sweat and then the hallucinations based on their past traumas and the visions worsened until they. Until they -’ you said out of breath your face blank

Steve looks at you concerned and you shared a look between the two of you. His face fell, iit made your heart ache and you found it hard to look at him.

‘Vecna’s curse ’ Robin confirms fearfully and you nod. You are unable to do much as you know your time is coming.

‘Chrissy’s nightmares started a week ago, Fred’s started six days ago and I’ve been having nightmares for the last few days, so I don’t know how long I have but my time is nearing. Fred and Chrissy both died less than a day after their first hallucination and I’ve just seen that goddamn clock so which means my last day is tomorrow’ you add shakily and Steve goes over to hold you in his arms, you burry your head in his chest and he strokes your back in soothing circles. Your embrace is short lived as there’s a noise in the hall.

Steve goes to check out the noise with a lamp held in his hand for protection a part of you swoons at the sight as even in uncertain danger Steve still has everyone’s backs. You are right there beside him. Nancy, Robin, Dustin and Max follow him outside the hallway before everyone jumps before you all noticed that it is just Lucas in the hallway. It scares you all shitless none the less.

As soon as everyone got to the Wheeler house everyone divided up into groups, Nancy and Robin went upstairs, Steve, Lucas, Dustin and Max were talking and you were pacing around the room. You always thought you would have had more time which was ironic given the fact that you survived that freak accident.

You had been twelve years old, your parents had taken you and your twin sister to see your aunt for Christmas. You were in the backseat of the car next to your twin sister. It was very icy and windy outside and your parents were arguing in the car and they were not paying attention to where they were going.

There had been a car on the other side of the road, the car you and your family was in had been sliding on the road, your dad had noticed the other car and turned the steering wheel the other way only for the car to slide straight into a massive tree. You remember that you looked over at your sister who was having trouble breathing, her face was bloody and full of cuts. You remember that you reached out for her hand and she squeezed it. You passed out after that.

You had woken up in the hospital to the sound of your aunt talking to a doctor.

Your parents had both died on impact but your sister had struggled to breathe as she had been stuck because of the seatbelt. You had been the only survivor, you had a severe concussion and deep cuts into your skin and bruises but you were the only one who made it out alive.

You hadn’t noticed that Steve had approached you.

‘y/n’ he said your name so softly that it made you look up at him and you had stopped pacing for a minute. You looked at him and he sensed the fear coming of off you in waves.

‘we have got your back. We will figure it out okay? together’ Steve said and you nodded but your face was blank. Emotionless.

Steve pulled you into a bone crushing hug, he buried his head in your hair. You hugged him back just as fiercely. You never wanted to let him go. Eventually he let you go and sat down on the couch with Dustin, Lucas and Max.

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe him but you thought your time was pretty much up if anything you should have died in that freak car accident like your parents and sister. You had no idea why you had survived in the first place like what made you so goddamn special.

You sat down next to the desk and wrote some letters. If your time really was up you wanted to make sure that you said goodbye to your Aunty, Eddie, Robin, Steve and the kids who weren’t kids anymore. If anything you were relieved that you were the one going through this and not the kids, Eddie, Robin or Steve. You had spent the last year protecting them all minus Eddie and you would do that till your dying breath. They were your chosen family and you would do anything for them.

You could feel everyone’s gazes on you as you were writing which you ignored. Once you finished the letters you put them in your bag before getting up.

You walked over and grabbed the walkie. ‘will this reach Pennhurst if we are further away than Wheeler’s basement?’ you asked Dustin

‘of course’ Dustin reassured you and gave you a sympathetic look.

‘wait hold on! what are you talking about?’ Steve asked you visibly confused.

You gave him a look as if to get him to understand that you needed to do stuff before your world ended. Words were too much right now. Everything felt too heavy.

‘nuh uh. No. no. no!’ Steve added and shook his head before he crossed his arms over his torso.

You sighed before you took the Walkie in your bag and headed up the stairs and out of Nancy Wheelers house. Steve was hot on your heals with Dustin, Lucas and Max following a bit further behind him.

‘y/n! y/n! I’m not taking you anywhere!’

You ignored him and kept walking.

‘I’m not spending my last twenty four hours stuck in Nancy Wheelers joke of a basement! I’m claustrophobic! You can either drive me to the places I need to go or I will drive there myself’ you said stubbornly and kept on walking.

Steve caught up with you and stood in front of you blocking your way with his hands on his hips like he was scolding a child and his face was inches away from yours.

‘ God y/n! why are you always so goddamn stubborn?’ he added his voice laced with frustration

‘are you really going to deny a dying women her last wishes? ’ you shot back at him mimicking your arms crossed over your chest.

Steve looked taken back like he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. You felt guilty and was about to apologize but Steve started talking.

‘you cannot be serious! You have to be out of your goddamn mind!’

‘Steve please’ You added defeated and reached over and squeezed his shoulder gently. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, the ones he could never deny. They were your ultimate secret weapon.

‘ugh fine! Henderson that super walkie of yours better reach Pennhurst’ Steve added thowing his hands in the air in frustration before he unlocked the car and you all got into it and buckled up your seatbeat.

The sound of the grandfather clock was ringing in your ears causing you to look out of the window with a knot in your stomach. You wondered how much time you really had left.

The first stop on your list was your house. Steve parked the car outside your house and you unbuckled your seatbelt and you opened the door.

‘be quick y/n’ Steve added with a level of worry to his tone of voice. His hand grabbed yours gently and he held it for a minute tracing circles in your palm before he let go. You looked at him and nodded.

‘I’ll be back in two minutes’ you added as you left Steve’s car and walked up to the house.

‘y/n?’ Steve called out through the car window you turned around and looked at him.

‘be careful?’

You gave him a small salute in understanding before going into the house. You knew your aunt wasn’t home, she was at work so you went into her bedroom and put the letter you had for her on the dresser next to her bed.

You spotted a picture of you and your sister on the dresser and picked it up with shaky hands. You looked at it with great remorse. You had been the younger one of the two of you by a few minutes which had been a fact your sister never made you forget. You had been undeniably close and life without her was weird, it didn’t feel right.

You caressed her face and your eyes teared up slightly. The picture had been taken at one of your family gatherings. The room started to darken and it became cold and breezy, You started to hear that goddamn grandfather clock again and you looked around.

‘y/n. you think a letter is going to fix what you did?’

‘you caused it. And now you must pay the ultimate price’

You saw a hallucination of your sister in the car, she was bloody and having trouble breathing

‘NO!’ you screamed as you dropped the picture with a loud crash on the floor which caused you to snap out of it and you ran outside of the house and wiped your face in the sleeve of your shirt.

‘y/n! are you okay!’ Steve exclaimed

You walked over to the car, got in the passenger seat and put your seat beat on.

‘I’m fine. Just drive please’ you said it was clear that you were absolutely drained and exhausted.

‘y/n’

‘please Steve’

Steve sighed and started to drive off. You were avoiding everyone’s gazes as Steve drove you to the next spot on your list.

‘to the left here’

‘are you sure? Really y/n here?’ Steve asked you with a dreadful tone to his voice.

‘yeah here’

Steve had driven you to the very same tree where your family had been killed all those years ago. You left the car and walked off before Steve ran up to catch to you.

‘please go back in the car Steve. I have to do this. Alone ‘ you added and avoided his gaze and you scratched your arm.

‘I need you to talk to me. To us. We are all here for you. Let us be here for you!’ Steve added in desperation hoping to get through to you.

You rummaged through your bag and pulled out all the letters and handed them over to Steve.

‘ why are you giving me a bunch of letters? What’s the’ Steve stopped cold in his own tracks. His features blank before Steve’s face softened and he started to shake his head in denial.

‘there’s something I always wanted to ask. In case I don’t make it’ you commented weakly.

‘then tell me! I don’t want to read about it in a goddamn letter!’ Steve said stubbornly not backing down

‘okay. Okay. I’ll tell you but you won’t like it’ you admitted afraid of the initial rejection you know was coming.

‘that’s not true y/n. you can tell me anything. You know that’ Steve added in disbelief. It was like he was looking at you but seeing a stranger in your place.

‘I like you. And not just in a ‘oh wow look I’m best friends with Steve Harrington’ kind of way. I like spending time with you, I like watching movies with you, working shifts with you. Steve i- I have feelings for you’ you said slowly to give Steve time to process what you were saying.

‘huh? ’ Steve asked confused and not catching on.

you looked up at him and tried to give him a look in order for him to better understand your feelings. He still didn’t catch on and you sighed in despair.

‘all those times you went out on a date with someone? I always wanted it to be me. Look I know you probably don’t feel the same but I just wanted you to know that I think you’re amazing. Look in case I don’t make it tell the kids and Robin that I love them and Steve I -’

‘No. no. no! you are just saying all of this because you are scared of dying okay? You don’t mean it. also you are going to make it. We will find a way out of it’ Steve interrupted stubbornly.

Yikes.

You sighed. It felt hopeless. You knew it wasn’t an outright rejection but it felt like it. You leaned in and kissed his cheek as a way of saying goodbye, both to him and the idea of something more ever happening between you. Before walking off and going over to the tree.

You felt stupid. Steve probably did like Nance. He had probably never stopped loving her and here you were basically throwing yourself at him. To make matters worse he didn’t even see that you had just confessed your feeling to him. If he couldn’t see it when you were being that direct then he would never get it. You backed away from him and went over to the tree and sat down.

Steve stood there and looked after you perplexed before he went back into the driver’s seat looked. He still looked after you.

‘what just happened ’ Lucas added in confusion looking at Steve before he looked at Dustin and Max.

‘Wow you’re a bigger idiot than we give you credit for‘ Max commented from the backseat.

‘What’s that supposed to mean!’ Steve added in pure frustration.

‘Dude seriously! if you can’t see that that was y/no’s way of telling you she likes you then you are more hopeless than I thought’ Dustin added with a certain level of snark.

‘No! It wasn’t. She was just saying all of that because she’s scared of… of’

‘Not making till tomorrow ‘ Max added not so helpfully with a certain level of worry displayed on her facial features.

‘Yeah exactly . It’s not like she meant it’ Steve deflected clearly still in denial.

‘She looks at you like you hung the fucking moon Steve!’ Dustin shot back not impressed with his older male friend.

‘Language Henderson! She does not! I would have noticed!’ Steve scoffed in disbelief.

‘Who always helps you out every time there’s a crisis?’ Lucas asked and looked at Steve.

‘Y/n’ Steve confirmed as a matter of fact.

‘ who is always covering your shifts for you every time you go on a date?’ Dustin asked as he gave Steve a look

‘Y/n’

‘Who always takes care you every time you get beaten up? Fixes your hair before a date? Or gives you a pep talk before you chat some girl up? Why on earth would she do that if she didn’t like you!’ Dustin asked and gave Steve another

‘Because we are -‘

Oh shit. The more Steve thought about it the more he was convinced that you liked Him.

The letter in his hand felt like it was burning. He wanted to know what you had said but he knew he couldn’t read it as it would have been like he was betraying your trust.

His heart was pounding fast in his chest. Did he think you were an absolute babe? Of course! He had eyes. He thought you had been gorgeous from the very first time he ever Saw you walk down the corridor at Hawkins. The amount of confidence you had as you held your head high not giving two shits what anyone thought of you despite people calling you a freak.

He remembered he had seen the way you had fought off the monsters from the upside down in the past with a certain level of determination and how hot he had thought that was. he had of course never acted on any of the thoughts as he had been too far up Nancy’s ass and the fact that you didn’t seem to care for him all that much. Once you really started being in his life you had surprisingly hit it off as friends and Steve didn’t want to lose that so whatever attraction he had felt towards you he had buried away deep down to the point where you had just confessed that you had feelings for him and he had shrugged those off because he didn’t think there was any way that cool and normally collected y/n had feelings for him. Robin was going to give him hell for that later.

Steve kept going over conversations you had had with him lately

‘so do tell me pretty boy how do you pick these women up?’ you had asked him in a teasing manner.

Robin who was watching your exchange was laughing at how dumstruck Steve was acting.

You walked over to him confidently and leaned over the counter and stole his Raybans that were on his head, you fingers touched his hair which was softer than you could ever have imagined and you put the sunglasses on your face.

You slid the sunglasses down slightly so that you could look at Steve in a seductive manner.

‘so. I know the best spot in town for burgers. How about we go there tonight just you and me ? what do you say lover boy?’ you said in an over the top way and winked at him.

Steve had swallowed a lump in his throat before he had laughed it off and your face had fallen slightly.

Steve remembered the last time he had gone to ask a girl out and he had come to you for advice.

‘Y/n! there’s this girl I want to ask out and I think she could be the one’ Steve had expressed as he entered the family video store

‘I thought you had already asked Linda out? ’

Steve rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

‘actually this is a different girl. It didn’t work out with Linda’

‘ahh I see. Wow Steve you sure do take your time getting to know these girls’ you added with a certain level of sarcasm behind your words

‘y/nnnn pleaseee help me. You are the most cool and collected girl I know. How can I make a good impression’ Steve asked and leaned over the counter and he was close to you. You reached out and ruffled his ‘perfect hair’ which caused him to groan at you.

‘not the hair! I spent ages getting it to look just right’ Steve pouted. He looked at you and your heart ached as you took in his beauty. His milky skin looked soft. You wanted to lean in and kiss the beauty marks on his face. His eyes held a certain warmth to them.

‘okay. Okay. So you want to leave a good impression?’

‘yes! How do I do that exactly’

‘tell her you love her eyes, her face scratch that! Tell her that you like everything about her’ you smiled at him. His warm brown eyes were soft and they reminded you of an autumn day where the leaves were falling of the trees. You leaned in close enough to run your fingers gently through his hair in order to fix it for him.

‘does that usually work?’ Steve questioned as he looked into your eyes and it felt like he was gazing into your soul. you looked back at him longingly. You had spent forever just looking into the deep brown pools of Steve’s eyes. His perfect eyelashes fluttered against his skin delicately.

‘if you are suave then yes it will work’ you added your voice was hoarse and you felt your face heat up. what you wouldn’t have given in order to lean in and kiss him.

Robin had come through the door at that very moment causing the two of you to jump away from each other. You had gone back to rewinding ‘Labyrinth’ while Steve had gone to put his stuff into his locker in the staff room.

Steve was having a full blown breakdown about it. How had he not seen that you liked him? How had he been so blind? How had he not seen you had been right next to him all this time? Was he really that goddamn stupid?

Steve noticed how still you were sitting. It made his blood ran cold. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Steve got out of the car and ran over to you and sat down next to you.

‘No.No.No.No.NO! Y/N!’ Steve as he shook you. Your eyes where white and you where far away.

He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t lose you. Not when he- not when he loved you. He cursed at himself for being such an idiot. You had just told him that you liked him and he had brushed it off. When you made it back to him he would make it up to you.

You had been reading your letter to your family. You sniffled. Everything turned dark around you. The sky was dark.

You saw a dark figure walking close to you. It was your sister. She was coming over to you. You shook slightly frozen in place. It was your twelve year old sister though, she was your age, covered in blood. She was identical to you.

‘you were happy you got to survive while I died right?’

‘that’s – that’s not true’

‘you always wanted to be me. You always envied me. That’s why you were relieved when I took me last breath wasn’t it?’

‘No! NO’

Your sister stood in front of you smiling menacingly.

‘just admit that’s what you wanted all along’

You shook your head and tears fell down your cheek

‘you know we all died because of you right? That the reason mom and dad were fighting was because of you’

You look frightened. You knew it wasn’t true but you always felt guilty. For your parents arguing . for being the only surviver. You had changed your appearance after the accident to look the least like your old self. Like how you had looked when your twin sister had been alive. You and her had been identical twins with only minimal facial difference.

‘but I’m here to make you pay the ultimate prize for your mistake’ your sister was gone and Vecna was in her place.

You started backing away from Vecna before you started running as far away from him as possible. He walked after you.

‘STEVE! STEVE! HELP ME! PLEASE!!!’ you screamed

Everything turned dark red around you and there was thunder and lightening. There was blood everywhere and the clock was ticking again. There was shattered pieces or the creel house everywhere with the grandfather clock floating in the air.

You looked around and saw Chrissy’s dead body and looked the other way and saw Fred’s dead body all strung up.

Vecna wrapped his vines around you and tied you up against a tree. His vines wrapping around your neck tightly causing you to gasp for breath.

‘you aren’t re- real’ you gasped exhausted

A small opening appeared at the other side. You had to get to it somehow.

‘Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance Another heartache, another failed romance, on and on Does anybody know what we are living for?’

‘your friends can’t help you. After all if you go to them you will get them all killed. They will all go down with you’ Vecna sneered

‘oh but I am very real’ Vecna said as he put his hand over your face. You saw the portal and caught a glimpse of Dustin, Max, Lucas and Steve. You had to get back to them. To him.

You closed your eyes and memories flashed of you and Steve together, you ruffling his hair before his date, you cleaning his wounds after the Russians had attacked you all.

‘ouch it stings!’ Steve complained which caused you to laugh a little as he was acting as a child.

‘look it will be over soon. Just sit still for me okay’

‘you sit still for me’ Steve mocked an you gave him a stern look and he mumbled sorry.

‘you know, what you out there? That was mind blowing. We all owe you our lives. I owe you my life’ you added and shot him an appreciative look.

‘it was nothing really’ Steve mumbled shyly his cheeks reddened at the compliment.

‘it was amazing. You were amazing. Thank you for saving my life. I didn’t derseve it but I am eternally greatful’ you added as you finished cleaning his face.

Steve reached over and grabbed your hand and held it in his. You looked at him in the eye.

‘what do you mean by that? Why would you not deserve to be saved?’ Steve asked you perplexed

‘I’ve been so horrible to you all summer all because I was so caught up in the past. When I started working at Scoop’s I thought oh great I have to work with Steve Harrington the douche. But you weren’t a douche? you’ve been so sweet to me all summer. I was so wrong about you ’ you admitted distressed

‘that just means you made a mistake. Not that you don’t deserve to be saved’ Steve added softly and smiled at you.

‘can you ever forgive me? I woul- I would like us to be friends if that’s not too… corny?’

Steve pulled you into a hug and you held onto him tightly causing him to hiss out in pain

‘sorry. Sorry’ you mumbled against his chest.

‘ it’s okay my friend’ Steve held onto you for the longest time and you smiled into his chest and wrapped your hands around his back.

You remembered lending your kids movies. Giving them icecream. You remembred you dancing around playfully with Eddie to rock songs, helping with his DnD campaigns. Driving Dustin and Mike home after a DnD session so that they made it home safe. You remembered helping Max do her braids before school. You remembered the way Steve always protected you and held you close.

You opened your eyes and reached over and pulled at one of Vecna’s veins. It with enough force for you to leave him winded, enough of a hit for him to drop you onto the ground. You caught breath for a second before you ran as fast as you could towards the opening.

‘The show must go on The show must go on Inside my heart is breaking My makeup may be flaking But my smile, still, stays on’

I’m coming home to Steve you thought.

You looked back and noticed that Vecna wasn’t following you.

You sped up. Pieces of the creel house was falling down next to you which almost caused you to fall. You collected yourself before dodging several pieces of the house. You ran as fast as you could. You needed to get back to your kids. To Steve.

‘I'll face it with a grin I'm never giving in On with the show’

Your eyes opened and you fell down to the ground. You clung to Steve for a good while as Max, Lucas and Dustin all touched your shoulders and they all looked relieved that you were okay. You looked up at Steve, his face was inches away from yours.

‘I told you we would find a way’ Steve added as he breathed heavily next to you. You nodded and looked at him greatfully.

‘is it okay if I- I really want to kiss you. Is that okay?’ Steve asked as he looked into your eyes searching for clarity. Your heart melted at his question but you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure it was real.

‘am I dreaming? Is this real?’ you asked visibly confused.

Steve beamed down at you and shook his head.

‘it’s real. Look if this isn’t okay tell me and I won’t-’ Steve added carefully almost as if he was planning every next step he did with caution. You figured that he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

‘yes. Kiss me. Please’ you uttered not very helpfully. You were still flabbergasted. This seemed too good to be true.

Steve didn’t have to be told twice. He leaned in and kissed you. His warm lips sliding against yours and his hand caressing your cheek. You leaned into his touch. You kissed like you were both touch starved like you had both wanted it for a long time when Steve finally pulled away you leaned your forehead against his.

He stared at you lovingly with a wide smile on his face.

‘ I thought you like N-‘ you stated slightly confused but you were smiling.

‘ It’s you. It’s always been you. I’ve just been too stupid to see it. Can you ever forgive me?’

You grinned up at him. Your smile lit up your entire face. You couldn’t actually believe this. Steve Harrington really liked you. You caressed his face with your hands and he melted into your touch.

‘it’s okay. You made it home to me. That’s all that matters’

‘you are so beautiful’ Steve admitted as he leaned in and kissed you again.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #blood #mentions of death #stranger things steve #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #st #steve and robin #robin buckley #eddie munson

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blu-joons · 3 years ago

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You Introduce Your Baby On V Live Together ~ Min Yoongi

The cries of your daughter were something you were yet to fully adjust to. A natural sigh came from both you and Yoongi as she woke, making sure that the two of you knew she was wide awake and ready for some attention. You slipped away from the live you were doing, returning a few moments later with your little one cradled in your arms.

“Someone didn’t want to miss out on all the fun,” Yoongi smirked, helping you to sit down before leaning across, smiling widely at your daughter’s wide eyes that stared back at him.

“I think she wanted to meet the fans too,” you laughed, turning carefully in your seat so that your camera could pick her up. You leant forwards slightly so that all the little details of her face were on show, watching as the comments flooded with messages of congratulations and acknowledgements of how sweet she was.

From the moment you found out you were pregnant, you tried to keep the fans as in the loop as possible. Whilst Yoongi was sceptical of oversharing, you knew the fans would be more than grateful to know what was going on, rather than to just be left in the dark.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Yoongi proudly asked the stream, unable to take his eyes away from the little one that you held. “I might be a little bit bias, but I think we’ve created arguably the cutest baby in the world. Every single thing about her is perfection, don’t you agree Y/N?”

“I do, but I’m sure every new parent would say that about their child to be honest.”

His head shook, refusing to listen to you try and squash down his cheeks. The fans always knew Yoongi was going to make one proud dad, but even they couldn’t be prepared for the way he beamed, and how his expression had never looked happier than it did in that moment.

It was only when your foot lightly tapped against his leg underneath the table, did he remember that he still had thousands of fans watching his every move. “If you guys have any questions about what’s been going on, I reckon now is a good chance to ask them.”

“What about if we tell a story first? Shall we tell them about your first time changing her?” You teased, noticing how his expression dropped, shaking his head instantly.

“That’s definitely that stays between us,” he argued, trying his best to ignore the pleas of the fans in the comments section to find out exactly what you were talking about. “I’ve got plenty of stories about Y/N too, just like her accident she had right in front of the midwife.”

Your foot nudged against him underneath the table once again, cringing as you remembered your misfortune at a rather untimely time during your labour. It was something neither of you would forget, and something you were incredibly unwilling to share.

“Rather than end up hating each other, let’s answer some questions,” Yoongi suggested instead.

Your head nodded in agreement, leaning forward to have a read through some of the comments. “Oh, we’ve not even told you guys her name yet, we should probably reveal it, right?”

“Sure,” Yoongi chimed, tickling gently against her stomach, “we decided to call her Younha, it’s a little bit of my name, and also a name that we read in a baby book that we both completely fell in love with. Coming up with a name was surprisingly easy.”

You smiled down at your little one, noticing how her eyes already managed to light up just at the mention of her name. “I thought it was going to be much harder, but as soon as we saw her, we just knew it was the name for her too.”

“Exactly, I knew what I wanted, and one way or another I was going to make Y/N agree with my suggestion,” he joked.

“It’s a good thing I liked the name anyway in that case.”

“And our families love it too, the boys have printed plenty of merch for her already with her name on.”

As your stream went on, you continued to answer the questions that popped up in the chat, sharing the shareable parts of your labour, showing photos and telling plenty of tales of your first few days as a family of three. They were all things that the fans were desperate to hear, in between the giggles that came from your daughter.

“She wants to make sure you guys all remember that she’s here,” Yoongi laughed, poking his tongue out at her as another squeal escaped. “Even on the worst days, those little noises really do know how to pick up your mood.”

“She’s a happy little monster,” you cooed, “definitely doesn’t take after her father in that department.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, shaking his head back at you. “I can’t believe you’d say such a thing, she’d be very lucky to take after me. I’ve already decided if she’s not musical, I’m not going to let her sleep until she decides that she at least likes the piano.”

Even though you knew he was joking, you were well aware that having a child of his own to teach the ropes was something Yoongi aspired for. As he continued to answer more of the fans’ questions, he couldn’t help but slip into his usual daydreams of the future, eventually brought out of them when you suggested beginning to wrap things up.

“We have been on for quite some time tonight; you guys are probably sick of us by now.”

“There’s probably one face they’re not sick of though,” you smiled, nodding down to your daughter when Yoongi looked at you quizzically.

“We’ll make sure that we come back and update you guys again soon,” he vowed, “but someone is probably due a feed soon.”

Your head nodded as he looked to you for clarification, impressed that for once he’d managed to remember even the smallest of steps of her routine. Life was a huge adjustment for him, and one that he was still getting used to.

“See you guys soon,” Yoongi waved, reaching forwards to turn off his camera and close down the live, watching as the screen went blank.

As soon as it did, he leant across, pressing several kisses against the soles of your daughter’s feet, tickling her gently as several bubbly giggles escaped.

“She really is perfect,” you hummed, unable to look away from the wide smile that she had from Yoongi’s actions. “Can you really believe that we managed to create such a perfect baby, it doesn’t feel real.”

It’s only because she really does take after you,” Yoongi responded, “look at her, she’s the spitting image of you Y/N.”

“No way, she’s definitely got your smile. Look at those sweet gums.”

He couldn’t hide his proud smile as he noticed the way her gums flashed with each giggle that came from her. “We’ve certainly done a good job creating this little one, don’t you think?”

“The best job,” you confirmed, leaning down to press a kiss against the top of her head. “But if she doesn’t feed soon, we might not find her quite so adorable.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll clear up from the live, you head through to the living room. I’ll be there in a minute, just for moral support.”

“You’ve really got it easy sometimes,” you frowned.

“I love you!” He called out, “you’re doing great mama.”

“Yeah, I love you too.”

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choco-cherry-chunk · 3 years ago

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" what if either of them were pregnant when they were sent to Peter 1’s universe during NWH? "

The potential angst of this though...

Because what if its Norman that's pregnant, but he doesn't find out until he's already taken the performance enhancers? He's terrified his recklessness and desperation may have harmed his baby, that he didn't even know about! (just imagine if this baby was a total accident, especially if they needed fertility treatments to have Harry?) He can't possibly tell Otto what he's done, believing Otto would hate him for risking their baby.

Meanwhile, like you said in this post, Otto can tell something is going on with Norman but doesn't know what.

And then Norman dies. And Otto finds out from the autopsy report that he was pregnant.

Otto looses himself to grief, blaming himself for loosing Norman and their baby - if only he'd tried harder, made Norman tell him what was going on! But he's also left to wonder if Norman even knew about the baby himself. There's so many unanswered questions tearing him up that Otto just buries himself in his work, not even Harry can get through to him. It would explain Otto's drive to complete his reactor and why he rushes, resulting in the accident that fuses the actuators to him. Then like you said, Otto dies as well and Harry is left with the belief that Spiderman killed both his parent.

AND THEN NWH!

Otto sees Norman again, from just before he died. Norman is so relieved to see Otto, a familiar face. But Otto is pissed and hurt, old wounds being ripped open again by the sight of Norman.

Peter and co. are pretty confused by the argument they end up having: "did you know?!", "I'm so sorry, I never meant -", "how could you?!"

MY LOVE, YOUR MIIIIIIIIIIND~!!

I adore all of these ideas. Norman only finding out about the pregnancy after taking the enhancers makes so much sense; he would still not feel perfect and it would convince him that something must be wrong with them, only to check himself and learn the truth of the situation. He’s panicked, worried that the enhancers have hurt the baby somehow, but knows he can’t talk to Otto about it yet, because it would not only reveal what he’s done, but would also potentially lead to what you’ve described - Otto hating him for risking their baby over something that is ultimately rooted in his ego.

In the wake of Norman’s death, Otto is devastated and isolates in his grief, especially with this new knowledge of Norman’s pregnancy and the matter of the enhancers. He doesn’t tell Harry about the child or even the matter of the Green Goblin, not wanting to tarnish their son’s image of the man, but he still leaves him alone over sharing their sadness. He pushes beyond appropriate means in his work and we all know how that goes. I can only imagine how devastated Harry is over this further loss.

And in NWH, Norman finds himself alive and well enough and seemingly still pregnant, all of which throws him for an utter loop. When he is brought to the inner sanctum and comes upon Otto, he is initially startled to see him with the actuators but thankful to find that he’s not alone in this new universe. But Otto doesn’t necessarily feel the same, angry in the face of all the things that came with Norman’s passing and begins to question how much Norman knew and how he could test the enhancers on himself like he did.

Augh, I just love this~! <3

#spider-man #spiderman #octogoblin #octoblin #mpreg #asks #maybe-a-daisy

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cloveroctobers · 3 years ago

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DECEMBER HCS🥶 — 5. BARRY OBX ; ‘Ol Christmas Tree

Dialogue Prompts: “I don’t control the weather.” + “you should just stay here tonight.” + “that is one big tree.”

A/N: I haven’t written for Barry in a little while and I feel like these prompts work best for his character. And I kinda miss mr. Plug 💀 We are now in the official final days of December prompts for me. I’m unsure if I’ll finish up the month but it’s looking like I might just write for this week and call it quits…depending on what I feel like after work. Any other works that I had on the list I might carry into January if I feel like writing and those will be titled as my winter prompts. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: fluff mixed with shit-talking what else is new? 🤩

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Just your luck it was snowing the evening you and Barry decided to go out and rob yourselves a tree

Well that was his plans not yours

“Look, all we gotta do is run up in somebody’s back yard. You keep cover and I’ll chop us down one of dem things and we can go on about our business.”

Barry twirled the axe in his hands as you made sure you were completely bundled up before leaving his trailer

At first you weren’t keen on that whole idea but as soon as the flurries began to actually stick while you were just approaching the woods, the other half of you started to consider it

Snow in the obx never got out of control like in other states so the most you would get was maybe a inch or two but nonetheless you weren’t a fan of cold weather since it made your skin act up big time

Which is why you stole one of Barry’s ski masks—you had to play smarter not harder

“How deep do we have to go?” You questioned, squeezing your fingers to your gloved palm as you stopped over sticks and damp grass

Barry smirked underneath his own mask as he glanced back at you, “as deep as you can take it.”

A kick to his butt got him to shut up

The longer you walked with a wagon being pulled behind you, the more you didn’t see the importance of getting a tree anymore, “how much longer? It’s freezing out here.”

Barry stopped in the center of clearing, mental deciding which direction to take, “na uh don’t you start whining, girl. You came to me with this shit and I was perfectly fine snatching somebody else’s miles ago.” He pointed, “I don’t control the weather so we gotta deal until we find one.”

You mocked him making him quirk up a brow but you didn’t care. You were slowly but surely over this whole thing which was common with you, you tended to get bored very fast

“This is why I told you to check the weather before we left.” You grumbled

Barry rolled his eyes, “why didn’t you? You keep your battery more charged than I do unless it’s for business purposes. I ain’t nobody’s fucken grandpa. The weather better check me.”

You snorted as Barry swung the axe through the air making you immediately jump back as he caught himself with a wide grin

“Watch it! Are you trying to take my head off?! I knew there was a reason why I made sure to walk behind your ass!”

Barry sucked his teeth, “I was not gonna hit you, I’m far from accident prone.”

“You can’t even probably use a shot gun.” You argued while Barry glared at you

“I’m better with blades, sue me. Now are you done screaming at me or do you want to get a damn tree?”

You glanced around the night flashing your large flashlight around as a chill went up your spine. The woods was always creepier at night and the white coating did not make seeing things any better despite the big ball of light in your hands

Stepping forward you aggressively looped an arm through Barry’s still flashing the light any and everywhere making Barry laugh from beside you

You nudged him with your shoulder and he placed a mask covered kiss to your mask covered cheek as the both of you began to head to the left

“I got us girl.”

Yeah sure

“That’s one big tree.” You commented sitting in the wagon, dangling your legs as Barry kept swinging at the “perfect tree”

Barry huffed, “which is why I want it.”

“It’s bigger than the both of us and I only have one wagon Barry, I think the one to the right of it is better and will be easier to bring back to my truck.”

Barry huffed as his axe stayed planted into the bark of the tree

He looked at the one you now had the light flashed on for a brief moment

“That Charlie Brown ass tree. No.”

“It’s cute!” You argued.

Barry snickered, “yeah if you liked cracked out trees.”

“Then it’ll work out great at your spot.” You smirked

Barry gave you a look, “I didn’t ask for the smart lip.”

“Yeah you did. the moment you asked me to be your girl, so stop messing around with that big ass one and take the skinny tall tree over there instead, before it’s you I have to wheel out on the wagon since you suddenly think you’re Hercules.”

Which brought on a stare down between you two. He ran his tongue over his teeth thinking about it before he placed his boot on the axe to pull it from the tree

He placed it over his shoulder not even looking your way as he went over to the manageable tree and got to work

You let out a sigh as you stepped back to stare at the balsam tree that was placed in the corner of Barry’s living room

The lights you managed to get around its thin greenery brightened up the dim room and brought some joy to your eyes. You didn’t care what Barry thought, it was cute and worked in his home

A smack to your backside immediately made you turn to Barry who hit you with one of his philosophy books as he lay on his stomach on his couch

“Ow?!”

He smiled a dimple smile at you pressing his chin into the cushion, “we did good, huh?”

“Yeah we did.” You placed your hands on your hips staring at the adorable tree again

While you continued lovingly staring at the tree, Barry peeled through the blinds to see the snow still going. If he had to guess it was approaching 2 inches now and wouldn’t be stopping for at least another half hour

It was getting late already and Barry didn’t want to you leave, knowing that you hated driving in the snow and your home situation wasn’t the best with your mother…

He wasn’t living in the Taj Mahal but he certainly could give you better even if it’s only for a night

“Hey, you should stay here tonight.” He rolled back over

You moved to sit on the edge of the couch in front of Barry, eyes still on the tree

He wrapped an arm to rest against your thigh as you thought about it

It didn’t take long as you laid down with your back pressed to his front and Barry tossed an arm over you pressing his nose into the back of your shoulder

“Wanna give me a massage?”

“I knew it!”

“What?”

“I thought you weren’t ‘nobody’s fucken grandpa.” You imitated his statement from earlier, “what hurts grandpa? Your back?”

“And so what if it does?” He muttered which you let out a laugh in response, “that was one big ass tree.” He defended himself

“My poor baby.” You cooed bringing his face into your chest as you caressed his hair beginning to rock him

Barry rasped, “alright alright. As much I love being face to face with the girls you didn’t answer my question.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t. Let me cuddle you for a minute and then I will.”

“As long as you don’t fall asleep to get out of it like last time.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m a working woman too ya know.”

“I know you work hard for the paper, I respect it.”

“As you should, now be quiet and look at our tree!” You squealed

Barry quickly sucked his teeth and situated his head comfortably on your chest and stared out at the Christmas lights while also listening to the light platter of snow outside and your heartbeat

Which put him right to sleep this time and made you breathe out a laugh + move to press a kiss to his forehead as the Christmas lights reflected off your eyes

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Continue along with my December anthology series here.

#obx barry #barry obx x reader #obx netflix #december prompts #december headcanons

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literate-lamb · 4 years ago

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Defying Fate | one

Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers/Fem!Reader

Ever since young, children had always been fed with the fantasy that they were destined for one person, and one person only. The fantasy that the mark they were born with would lead them to prince charming, or a fair maiden, ending with a happily ever after.

You were once that child. Unfortunately, you never had a soulmark.

This is a love story told through the lens of three different individuals.

► warnings(!): soulmate AU (if that’s not your thing), love-triangle but it’s actually a line, unrequited love, light angst, platonic soulmates

a/n: This is something I’ve always wanted to write for so long. It was spontaneous, I have the basics set but no rigid frame until the end. This will be short. Taglist for this is open!

These were known as “soulmarks” to the people, and they’ve been in existence since the start of time. Since Adam and Eve came to creation. Since Marc and Cleo flaunted their affair. Since Johnny laid eyes on June.

They were unique to each couple; always an image or scribblings etched on the surface of either arm, waiting to be discovered by the other half.

Through the ages, these soulmarks were responsible for the cause of beneficial unions and, accountable for the start of wars. Legend say it wasn’t Helen’s beauty that caused the loss of Troy.

Children would daydream, imagining the fated day they would meet their “soulmate”. Teens would discuss with friends about their soulmarks, always on the lookout for a matching half. And they were right to do so, as people started meeting their other half as soon as they hit puberty.

You were once that child, but you were never that teenager. For you never had a soulmark.

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Being bare, or being a “blank” as they called it, wasn’t filled with a lot of happy memories. You remembered crying at the age of six after a group of girls made fun of you for not having a soulmark. You cried your way home, remembering the hold your mother had you in that day as she consoled you.

See, your parents were soulmates. They had the kind of love that you’ve always dreamed of having, and everyone else envied. Theirs was a love so eternal, that Cupid would weep.

You longed for a love like theirs, but no matter how much you wished, you knew it was a wish for the impossible.

A “blank” wasn’t a common occurrence in your world, but they were never unheard of. It was the cause of torment you endured over the years. The stares, the whispers, the snickers behind lockers. You’ve learned to tune it out, yet it didn’t make it any less hurtful.

People have no idea why we have soulmarks the way we do. For centuries, scientists and philosophers had tried to theorize the existence of soulmarks. Yet, we never made it any closer to the truth.

A “blank” could mean, and be anything. It could mean that in a part of the universe, you were always destined for someone, but their time was up before you could ever meet. Or perhaps, they were soulmates with someone else, before time would take that away, giving rise to a newer fresh soulmark. Or perhaps, —and this was painful to admit— you were never destined to be with anyone.

James Buchanan Barnes

James “Bucky” Barnes had a good life, or what he considered a good life.

Hailing from Brooklyn, he was the epitome of a good son and brother. Protective of his sister since he first laid eyes on her. He had a best friend, (even though with how sickly he was) who always had his back. He had everything he wanted, and yet not everything was his.

You see, Bucky Barnes was the possessor of a soulmark. A mark that looped on his arms, staining inky black against the tan of his skin. A mark that he was proud to have, for it meant he was destined to meet “the one”. A mark that, unfortunately, to the dismay of many, broke hearts.

He was what the girls would call a “charmer” and what the boys would call a “player”. You would have thought that the idea of bearing a soulmark would make a person wait for “the one”. Yet, this never stopped Bucky from what he believed is living his best life.

Women loved him, and he loved women. As simple as that.

He imagined the moment he has met his “destined”, everything else will fall into place and no other person will matter.

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George and Winnifred Barnes, in Bucky’s eyes, were the picture perfect example of soulmates. Since a young age, he always admired the relationship that his parents had.

They complemented each other. In a lot of ways that Bucky hoped he and his soulmate would have.

His mother was the extrovert, loud and full of fire. In which if you stoked it, you could burn. But never towards his father. His father was the mediator. Calm and collected, he could tame even the most raging of flames.

He and his younger sister, Rebecca, were always up to mischief growing up. Whenever something was broken or the sound of a crash rang, they always ended up on the end of their mother’s scolding. But his father always managed to calm her down, with his soothing ways.

Whenever his father was down, his mother would know what to do or what words to say. He wouldn’t stew for long, he would bounce right back after. It was the same for his mother, vice versa.

They were made for each other.

But why were they quarrelling in the living room when he got home for the Summer? Why were words like “divorce” and “other woman” thrown into the air? Why was his father shouting, stoking the burning rage of his mother?

Bucky felt his world shatter.

Steven Grant Rogers

Steven Grant Rogers was born a sickly child.

When he was brought into the world, the doctors assumed he wouldn’t make it. But his parents never stopped believing. With their love and effort, he made it through, and would continue to do so throughout adulthood.

Steve Rogers was a blank. Always has been since birth, but maybe not for the rest of his life. It didn’t bother him. He believed he was in-charge of his own happiness.

Unlike Bucky, Steve didn’t have the best prospects with girls. Being 5’3 and 95 pounds back in high school didn’t help, especially with Bucky Barnes as a best friend.

He remembered his prom all too well; ditched by his date at the end of the night. He didn’t take it hard, knowing it was just an arrangement. An arrangement for the both of them to not appear lonely on a night that some deemed “the best night of their lives”.

Nevertheless, prom night did become a memorable memory. He and Bucky ended up driving all night, blasting Wham!’s Last Christmas in the middle of April, and watching the sunrise with a view of the Brooklyn bridge.

Bucky didn’t leave his side all night, and for the years after.

He was eternally grateful.

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Being a blank never bothered Steven Rogers. His peers used to tease and bully him for it, but he never cared. He believed happiness wasn’t restricted to the possession of soulmarks.

However, he couldn’t deny the pang he sometimes felt when he witnessed the meeting of soulmates while passing through life. It had become a weekly occurrence; strangers realizing they’re soulmates, and people cheering them on in the background. Just last week, a couple met when they were both rushing to a lecture. To say the hall was noisy was an understatement.

Sometimes he wished people would look past soulmarks. Past his height that only gained a few inches over the years. Past his blank slate that they deemed a defect.

Thinking of his parents, Steve Rogers had always thought they were soulmates from the start. Their marks fit each other’s, like pieces to a puzzle. Imagine his surprise when that wasn’t the case.

Sarah was born a blank. Like everyone else with the same “fate”, she always thought having a soulmate wasn’t a part of her life's plans. Imagine her surprise when a mark —five small stars scattered on her inner wrist— appeared one day.

A few months passed before she would meet Joseph Rogers during one of his physiotherapy appointments. She was the nurse that wheeled him in.

Steve’s father was born with a soulmark. He lived the first 30 years with one, met his other half, and got married.

It wasn’t until one day, he was involved in an accident. It took the life of his soulmate, leaving Joseph blank. Supposedly.

What baffled him was the appearance of a soulmark immediately after the accident. A new, fresh mark. Five stars scattered across his bicep. On the arm that was affected by the accident. The same arm he was getting treatment for.

As for his old soulmark, it blurred, then faded, before disappearing completely. No trace or evidence of its existence was left.

For a long time, Joseph saw the mark as a form of mocking. From God or another higher being, he will never know. After ruminating for a long time, at the same time getting to know Sarah from his numerous hospital visits, he finally relented and moved on. And the rest was history.

His parents’ experience showed that humans weren’t getting any closer to understanding the soulmark phenomenon. When we think we’ve got it, something new would pop-up, throwing us off course for another millennia.

And that kept Steve Rogers a hopeful man.

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hopelikethemoon · 5 years ago

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Birthday (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Birthday Rating: Explicit Length: 4500 Warnings: Smut (Car Sex) and FLUFF (seriously one of my favorite Monica moments) Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set in October 1997. Shoutout the anon that inspired a part of this series! Summary: Javier celebrates his birthday.

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“You know baby, think it’s illegal to have someone cut the grass on their birthday weekend.” Javier remarked as he rubbed the back of his hand over his sweaty brow, giving you a pointed look.

“Show me the law.” You remarked, sliding his sunglasses down the bridge of your nose and peering over them at him.

“I think it’s penal law sixty-nine.” Javier countered, peeling his shirt off and using it to wipe at the back of his neck.

“I didn’t realize I lived with a fifteen-year-old boy.” You taunted, your eyes raking over his bare chest. “Sixty-nine, really?”

He shrugged a shoulder, smirking at you. “Like what you see?”

Your brows rose upwards and you laughed, “Nah.” You brought your beer bottle to your lips, making a show of wrapping your lips around it, before you tipped it back and took a drink. “It’s a good thing we’ve got all those palm bushes, otherwise you might cause a traffic accident.”

“You think?”

“Not bad for a man pushing fifty.” You teased, chewing on your bottom lip as your eyes swept over him again.

He huffed. “Don’t remind me.”

You rose to your feet, moving towards him with a little sway in your step. “The grey hair already gives it away.”

Javier swept his fingers through his damp hair, “Steve threatened to get me that Just For Men shit for my birthday.”

“Don’t you dare.” You told him firmly, stopping in front of him as you took another sip of beer, before offering it to him. “I like it.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded as you watched him bring the bottle to his lips. “I like to think that I’m the cause of sixty percent of these.” You reached out and brushed your fingers through the hair at his temple.

“Probably seventy-five percent.” Javier took another sip of beer, rolling his shoulders as he looked around the yard. “You satisfied?”

You licked your lips, shaking your head slowly.

“Really?” He questioned, arching a brow down at you.

“Mhm.” You raked your gaze down his chest, following a drop of sweat as it rolled over his skin.

“Monica is out back with the girls, baby.” He drawled out, curling his finger into the belt loop of your shorts and pulling him closer.

“It’s your birthday weekend.” You reminded him, tracing your fingers over his collarbone as you tilted your head to look up at him from beneath your lashes. “I think you’re allowed a quickie.”

“And where do you suppose we do that?” He questioned, leaning down to kiss you.

“You know, I think the lawnmower is out of gas.” You said with a smirk, taking the empty beer bottle as you pulled away, walking backwards towards the front door. “I’ll tell Monica we’re just running down the road to Sunoco.”

Javier laughed incredulously, “You are something else, baby.”

“I say strike while the iron is hot. And the iron is very hot.” You parted with a playful wink, heading back inside the house to put the empty beer bottle away in the kitchen, before ducking outside to tell Monica that you’d both be right back.

Everyone seemed content, so you didn’t feel terribly guilty ducking out for a little alone time. Monica was set up at the picnic table reading through work for class, Josie was playing with Stevie, and Sofía was out cold in the playpen.

“Hey,” You started as you sat down across from Monica. “Javi’s run out of gas for the mower, we’re going to rundown the road and refuel.”

Monica glanced up from her work. “How long do you think you’ll be gone?”

“Fifteen minutes tops.”

“Yeah, sure. That’s fine.” She shrugged, flipping a page of her textbook. “I think I can hold down the fort.”

“Thanks.” You smiled at her, “Still good for going out to dinner tonight?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Perfect.” You said, before you retreated back into the house to grab the car keys and head back out the front door. “We’re in the clear.”

“No suspicion?” He questioned, taking the keys from you as you both headed towards the Jeep.

“Nope.” You smirked, sliding into the passenger seat. “You know that dead-end off Day?” You questioned.

Javier nodded, glancing at you. “You think that’s enough cover?”

“No one ever goes down there. I walk Stevie that way all the time.” You explained. “It’s not like we’re camping out down there all day.” Your brows furrowed, “You’re into this, right?”

“Fuck yeah.” Javier snorted. “You can consider this your birthday gift for me.”

You snapped your fingers. “Man, I was looking forward to the ‘wake up blowjob’ I had planned.”

“That’s still on the table.” Javier said firmly, “But you don’t have to get me anything, baby.”

“Shut up and drive.” You told him, reaching over to rest your hand on his thigh. You stroked your fingers over the rough fabric of his jeans, before you slid your hand up higher. Your touch was light as a feather as you traced the outline of his cock. “I see you like this plan.”

“When have I ever—“

“Javier.” You shot him a look.

“Touché.” He rolled his eyes.

“You know, back in the day I used to dream about this.”

“Driving down dead-end roads in Miami?”

You have his cock a firm squeeze through his jeans and he groaned in response. “No.” You told him lowly. “I dreamed about us hooking up on a stakeout.”

“Really?”

You nodded, waiting until he had the car put into park before you started unzipping his jeans. “A long frustrating day, sinking into a long hot night. Just the two of us.” You dipped your hand into his pants, cupping him through his boxers.

“I’m liking this dream.” Javier shifted his seat back, putting more space between him and the steering wheel. “Not gonna lie. I thought about it too.”

You grinned, “What if we were on a stakeout right now?”

Javier’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “What’s our target?”

You glanced outside of the car. “House through the woods is a narcos safe house. I got intel from one of my sources that they slip out through the rear. We’ve got eyes on the other side.” It was easy to come up with the scenario, borrowing from the countless stakeouts you’d been on together. “Radio’s been quiet for a few hours. If anyone is in there, they’re not coming out an—“

Javier cut you off, cupping your cheeks and kissing you with a familiar desperation.

“What are you doing, Peña?” You questioned, fingers grabbing at the front of his t-shirt as you pulled back.

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.” He whispered, gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. In retrospect, how many times had he looked at you just like this and you’d completely ignored it?

“We can’t.” You urged, even as you leaned towards him. “What will Murphy say?”

“Fuck that.” He breathed out, kissing you again, mumbling against your mouth. “I don’t care what any of them say.”

You curled your hand around the back of his neck, sucking at his bottom lip as he ran his hand down your spine.

Things would’ve turned out so differently if something like this had actually happened in Bogotá. And there was something wildly appealing about playing out a scenario where it did happen.

You pulled back, breathing raggedly as you sank back in your seat and started working your shorts and underwear down your hips. “I’ve thought about this,” You confessed to him in character. “Remember when Steve and I went undercover?”

“I remember.” Javier said lowly as he met your eyes. “What did you think about?”

“When I left him inside, I thought about coming back to the car and…” You swallowed thickly, his heated gaze making your skin feel warm. “But you were so pissy.”

“Because I was fucking pissed I didn’t get to go in with you.”

“There were too many people inside that knew you.” You reminded him as you maneuvered yourself into his lap. It was difficult — cars were not made to fuck in. The base of his seatbelt was digging into your left knee, but it was worth it.

Javier’s fingers brushed up the back of your neck, before he cradled the back of your head drawing in for a kiss. His mouth moved against yours slowly, his tongue sweeping out over your bottom lip. “It should’ve been me.”

You cupped his cheeks as you pulled back from the kiss, resting your forehead against his. “It’s always you, Javi.” You whispered, before you readjusted atop him, finding a better place to rest your knees so you could rise up on them. You reached down between you, freeing his cock from his boxers.

Javier ran his hands down your waist, before he roughly grabbed at your hips, helping you sink down onto his cock. “Fuck.”

A breathy laugh escaped you as you rolled your hips downwards, keeping him pressed into you as you moved. You grabbed at the headrest behind him for leverage, which brought your breasts level with his face.

He ran his hands over your ribs through your tank top, pausing just beneath your breasts and you urged him on. You grabbed his hand, dragging it upwards to cup your breast. That was all the encouragement he needed. Javier peeled your tank top down under your breasts, his mouth hot against the valley between them as he worked to free you from your bra.

You moaned as his mouth trailed over your newly bared skin, leaving soft bites and nips over the swell of your breast. His tongue soothed every mark he left.

You raked your fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands as they slid between your fingers. You circled your hips as you rode him, short movements as you rose and fell atop his cock.

Javier grabbed at your ass, guiding your movements. You were so close, you could feel your inner walls starting to flutter around him. “Harder.” You urged, going rigid as his teeth pressed roughly into the soft skin of your breast — and that was as all it took.

You cried out, unabashedly loud as your orgasm swept through you. Javier lavished the skin he’d marked, kissing it tenderly to soothe the sting. You kept grinding down on him, riding him until his own release took hold of him.

Javier pulled you close, his breath hot on your skin as he pressed his forehead against your chest. You could feel the pulse of his cock within you as the rhythmic clench of your cunt drew every drop of pleasure from him.

“Holy shit.” You murmured as you went lax against him, arms draped over the back of his seat. “Holy-fucking-shit.”

He stroked your back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You whispered.

Javier fumbled at the side of his seat, pulling the lever to make it recline.

You yelped as the seat jerked backwards faster than you expected. “I’m stuck!”

“Fuck. Sorry.” He said quickly, helping you free your knee from in between the seat and the center console.

“Ow!” You swore, a bubble of laughter escaping you. “No, it’s fine. It’s good.” You grinned down at him, reaching to grab his arm, turning it over so you could check the time. “I promised Monica fifteen minutes.”

“There was a line at the gas station.” Javier offered, squeezing your hip.

“She is not going to buy that story.” You tilted your head and gave him a look as you tucked your breasts back into your bra and pulled your tank top back into place. “Did you even remember gas cans?”

“Nope.”

“Javier!” You laughed.

He ran his hand down your back, grinning up at you. “What?”

“Happy birthday.” You whispered, tracing your fingertips over the curve of his jaw before you kissed him softly on the lips. “But I’m getting up now.” He protested and you ignored him, grabbing onto the door and the back of your seat for support as you slid yourself over the center console, back into the passenger seat.

Javier watched you with a heated look as you pulled your underwear and shorts back on.

“What?” You questioned, your eyes flickering downwards. “Put that away, Javier.” You teased.

He huffed, shaking his head as he tucked himself back into his boxers and fastened his jeans closed. “Definitely could’ve used more than fifteen minutes.” Javier remarked, reaching over to give your bare leg a squeeze.

“Maybe we’ll be lucky tonight.” You offered with a smirk. “Maybe she’ll sleep through the night and we can ring in your birthday with some fun.”

He raised his brows suggestively, “I have some ideas.” Javier said lowly as he slid his hand higher, his thumb pressing right into the seam of your shorts.

You caught his wrist, “Javi.”

“I’ll drive us home, don’t worry.” He drawled out, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip as he held your gaze. “But I need you to be a good girl.”

“Fuck you.” You retorted, lifting your hips off your seat as he drummed his thumb against the seam. It wasn’t enough to really do anything, but just enough to make your blood burn. You knew exactly what he was playing at.

“Come on, baby.” He taunted, before he pulled his hand away and turned the car back on.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such an ass.” You crossed your legs, pressing your thighs together as you turned your head to stare out the window.

“You know it’s hot.”

“It is.” You agreed. “But these shorts are too short for that. I’m changing as soon as we get home.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth. “What a shame.” Javier reached over and rested his hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze. “But fun though, right?”

“Hell yeah.” You nodded, resting your hand over his. “It’s always fun with you.”

⁠—⁠—⁠—

“Here, draw daddy a picture for his birthday,” You told Josie as you opened the plastic package of crayons and laid them down on the coloring sheet the host had left at the table for her.

“What should I draw?” She gestured for you to lean down so she could whisper to you, though her whispering was more like quiet shouting. “What does daddy like?”

“Why don’t you draw him a picture of all of us?” You suggested, glancing over her head at Javier.

“Can I draw Monica too?”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

“And Stevie?”

You laughed, “I don’t know, do you think daddy loves Stevie too?”

Josie scrunched up her nose and nodded. “Yeah! And Uncle Steve and Aunt Connie.”

“Don’t forget Olivia and Emily,” You reminded her, playing with her hair. You’d tied it back in two pigtails, her curls standing up at odd angles.

“This is going to be the best picture.” She mused, starting to draw with the green crayon. “Don’t look daddy!”

“I’m not looking.” He assured her. “Hey, princessa what do you want to eat?”

She hummed, wiggling in her booster seat.

You looked to your left at Monica. “I think we all know what she’s going to say.”

“Chicken nuggets!” Josie cheered, clenching the crayon in her fist as she held her hands up in the air.

“Do you want mac and cheese too?” You questioned as you flipped the menu over and glanced at the kid’s section.

“Fries! I want fries mommy!”

“Alright, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes with a short chuckle as you looked over the menu. “What are you thinking about getting, Javi?” You questioned.

“The ribs sound good.” He shrugged, reaching across the table to grab a peanut out of the metal basket. He cracked it between his thumb and forefinger, popping the nut into his mouth and tossing the shells on the floor.

“Mommy, daddy’s making a mess.” Josie tutted.

“We’re raising a nark.” Javier shot you a look.

“You’re supposed to throw them on the ground.” You told Josie, “Just keep coloring, sweetheart.”

Javier grabbed another peanut, cracking it open and letting the nuts fall onto the napkin in front of Josie. “Here.”

“Oooooh.” She said dramatically as she picked up a nut and popped it into her mouth. “I’m making me peanut butter!”

“How are classes going?” You questioned Monica.

“I’m taking a finite math class that is kicking my ass.” She explained, “I have no idea why I need a math class.”

“I hated math.” You scrunched up your nose. “I think I’ve used algebra once in my entire life.”

“Right?” Monica made a face. “Aside from that, things are going really well I think.”

“She’s passing.” Javier added with a chuckle.

“Order whatever you want,” You told her, gesturing to the menu. “We’re paying.”

“You guys...” She looked between both of you.

Javier arched a brow and pointed at her, “That means order a drink and a real entree.”

“Hey, I like soup and water.” Monica countered, narrowing her eyes. “Fine. I’ll order a real entree.”��

“We should both get margaritas.” You said with a grin. “The prickly pear is so good.”

“I want a margar…” Josie pressed her tongue to the tip of her teeth. “Margarita!”

Javier snorted. “I didn’t know you were twenty-one, kiddo. I guess it’s time for you to start paying rent.”

“I don’t have any money, daddy!” Josie complained, dramatically flopping over against Javier’s arm.

“I didn’t think so.” He rubbed her back. “Monica, you decide? Waitress is coming.”

“Yep!”

“I am so sorry for the delay,” The young woman said, her hands on her hips. “We are swamped and understaffed tonight. I’m Nadia and I’ll be your server.”

“It’s all good.” Javier waved off the issue. “It gave us time to figure out what we want.”

“Chicken nuggets.” Josie announced.

“Yes, chicken nuggets and fries for this one. And pink lemonade if you’ve got it.” Javier explained.

“Sure thing.” She jotted that down, “And what will you have?

“Ribs and a Sam Adams.” He answered, glancing over the menu briefly before he passed it to the waitress.

“Grilled shrimp, mashed potatoes, and prickly pear margaritas.”

“Don’t judge,” Monica told you as she ordered. “I’m just going to do iced tea and the club.”

“Monica.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Someone’s got to be the designated driver.”

“Fair point.” You passed Monica’s menu to Nadia, who lingered.

“You have a beautiful family,” Nadia told Javier as she glanced around the table.

“Oh. Thank you.” He smiled.

“It’s his birthday.” You told her.

“Tomorrow.” Javier glared at you.

Monica laughed, “So if you’ve got those really embarrassing singers, send them all over here to serenade him.” She told the waitress, who smiled a little brighter when her eyes landed on Monica.

“Do not send singers to this table.” Javier warned her.

You nodded your head, encouraging Nadia to send singers to the table.

“I’ll see what I can do.” She gave a mock salute, “But first let me get you all some warm rolls.”

“Daddy I want more of those!” Josie said, pointing at the metal bucket that was just out of her reach.

Javier grabbed a handful of peanuts, cracking the shells off and dropping them onto Josie’s napkin. “You wanna throw the shells on the ground?”

“Yeah!” She clapped her hands together, she took the shells from Javier and leaned across him to toss them on the floor.

You stole one off her napkin, popping it into your mouth with a smirk as you looked towards Monica. “For once, I don’t think the waitress is going to flirt with Javier.”

“What?”

“She totally made eyes at you.” You told Monica, wiggling your bows.

“She did not.” Monica covered her face, hiding her embarrassment.

“She did.”

Javier chuckled, “You should leave your number.”

“Oh my God.” Monica glared at both of you. “Stop.” She hissed as the waitress returned with two baskets of rolls. “Don’t you dare say a word.”

“JoJo, you want a roll?” Javier questioned, reaching for one of the small side plates.

“I love bread.”

“You’ve got good taste, kid.” The waitress teased, “I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

You looked between her and Monica, “We’re a family of good taste.” You quipped, but you weren’t certain if Nadia even heard you.

“I’m going to kill you.” Monica threatened, widening her eyes dramatically.

“You can’t be single forever.”

Monica rubbed at her cheeks. “I think I have a fever, I should go home.”

“You are ridiculous.” You teased, turning your attention back to Nadia as she returned with the drinks. “Thanks.” You nudged Josie, “Say thank you for the lemonade.”

Josie looked up, “Thank you for the lemonade.” She pursed her lips thoughtfully, staring at the waitress questioningly.

“What’s up?” Nadia questioned, crouching down at the side of the table.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Oh my God.” You cackled, “Josie, don’t.”

Nadia’s jaw dropped and she laughed. “I don’t. Why?”

“Out of the mouths of babes.” Javier snorted.

“Josie!” Monica covered her face and groaned. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not offended.” Nadia assured the table, arching a brow at Monica. “And for the record, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Monica’s lips parted as she tried to form words. “Uh… me neither.”

Nadia pursed her lips and nodded, “Nice. Do you…” She laughed nervously. “Do you ever go to the arcade down on the boardwalk?”

“I have.” Monica sat up a little straighter.

“I’m off tomorrow.”

“Oh, well I—“

“She’s free tomorrow.” You insisted.

“It’s Javier’s birthday.”

“Go.” Javier told her. “Jesus Christ, Monica.” He shook his head as he took a swig of beer.

“Okay fine!” Monica laughed. “I’m free tomorrow, Nadia.”

“Great.” Nadia scribbled her number down on a napkin and passed it to Monica. “Call me in the morning and we can set a time?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Great. I’ll, uh… check your orders.” Nadia remarked, before stumbling a bit as she walked backwards — clearly just as flustered as Monica.

“Kid, you cannot be doing that!” Monica told Josie.

She shrugged.

Sofía stirred in her carrier and you started to unfasten her. “Shhh.” You cooed, cradling her against your chest. “Are you hungry, sunshine?” You questioned, picking up her pacifier and holding it to her lips.

“Here.” Javier reached under the table and grabbed the baby bag, producing a bottle for you. “You good?”

You nodded, giving him a small smile. “Yeah.

Feeding her was still a sensitive situation for you. She had at least gotten better at letting you breastfeed, but you were still pumping more often than not.

You adjusted her in your arms, bringing the bottle to her lips. She fussed a little, before she finally decided she was ready to eat.

Javier reached over Josie’s head, rubbing at Sofía’s foot as she kicked and squirmed. “You’ve gotta drink up so your mama can enjoy her margarita.” He drawled out.

“And mama can only have one margarita so she doesn’t fall asleep and ruin birthday plans.”

Monica snorted, “Like getting gas.”

Your cheeks burned. “Yep. Exactly like that.”

“Neither of you are as slick as you think you are.” Monica raised her eyebrows, reaching for another roll. “Like that day in your office…” She gave Javier a look.

“You know too many secrets,” You remarked.

“I figured that’s why you bribe me with food and money.” Monica sat up a little straighter, adjusting her shirt as Nadia approached the table again.

“Mommy, look.” Josie shook your arm, trying to get your attention.

“Easy princessa, mommy is feeding your sister. Remember what we discussed.”

“I have to be gentle.” Josie pouted.

“How’s everything going here?” Nadia asked, smiling as she glanced around the table.

“It would be going great if I could get two extra hands.” You laughed as you sat the bottle aside and lifted your daughter up to burp her. Javier was quick, grabbing the cloth out of the bag and draping it over your shoulder for you. “Thanks, babe.”

“Well, entrees should be out soon. If you need anything, just holler.” Nadia assured you. “How old is she?”

“Four months.” You answered as you settled her back into her carrier, smiling down at her as she blearily giggled and gurgled up at you. “And utterly milk drunk.”

“I’m five.” Josie announced.

“You are not.” Javier chuckled, “She just turned four.”

“Going on fourteen.” Monica interjected lightly.

Josie stuck her tongue out at Monica. “Meanie!”

“And for the record,” You pointed out. “I hope it is very clear that I am not old enough to have a twenty-year-old daughter.”

“I figured.” Nadia countered with a short laugh.

“Javier on the other hand…” You teased, leaning over Josie to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Ewwwww.” Josie complained, shoving at you to push you away from Javier.

Monica rolled her eyes, “I will give you the lowdown on this situation tomorrow.” She gestured around the table. “And now I got stuck with these weirdos.”

“We keep her entertained.” You remarked as you tore off a piece of roll, dipping it into the butter before eating it.

“I look forward to hearing all about it.” Nadia said with a warm smile directed at Monica. “Oh, your food’s up! Let me grab that for you all.”

Javier turned to look at you, “If anyone comes to sing at this table, I’m inviting Tracy and Jeff to the party.”

“That is an act of war.” You stared at him in disbelief. “Fine. I’ll tell her not to. You’re no fun.”

Javier huffed. “That is not what I would define as fun.”

“Daddy I finished your present!” Josie presented him with her drawing. It was a valiant attempt at capturing all of them. Josie was riding Stevie ⁠while carrying her sister. You were holding Javier’s hand and you both had glasses on. “You’ve got daddy’s sunglasses on.” She informed you proudly. “And there’s Uncle Steve and Aunt Connie with Olivia and Emily and…” She pointed at Monica. “I put you here too.”

“Oh, yeah?” Monica smiled, sipping at her tea. “And what am I doing?”

“You’re playing with Olivia and Emily.” Josie tilted her head to the side as she regarded her work. “You’re coming to play with Stevie and me.”

“That’s very lovely, sweetheart.” Javier kissed the top of her head. “Thank you. I’m going to frame it and put it in my office.” He carefully tucked it into the baby bag, trying not to wrinkle it.

“And don’t worry Josie, I’ll make sure he hangs it up.” Monica assured Josie. “I’ll report back.”

You reached over Josie, brushing your fingers over the back Javier’s neck. “Are you having a good birthday weekend?”

He nodded, rubbing the mouth of the beer bottle over his bottom lip thoughtfully. “Never really made much of a fuss about my birthday before you.”

“I’m here to make a fuss over you.”

“If I had one of those journals like you do now, today would definitely be the highlight of the week, baby.”

“And the day isn’t over yet.” You grinned, tilting your head as he leaned over to press a kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

“I’m with Josie on the gross. Come on guys, I don’t want to lose my stomach.” Monica groused.

“I’ll remember this when you and Nadia hit it off tomorrow.” You taunted, throwing a shelled peanut at her.

Today really had been a good day.

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mortemersgf · 5 years ago

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choices april challenge DAY 8: pink

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THE ELEMENTALISTS: beckett harrington x f!mc (eden russell)

summary: eden and beckett spend a night at the library.

warnings: lowkey nsfw (making out)

note: this takes place in book 1. enjoy!

“And this brings us to our new project, class!” Professor Englund claps his hands together and plasters an enthusiastic smile on his face.

Several students flinch awake at his booming voice, including Eden. It’s Monday at Penderghast. Eden sits in Spellwork 1B class next to Beckett, trying her best to take in what Professor Englund is rambling about. She straightens up in her seat, blinking rapidly to avoid dozing off again.

Beckett nudges her, a small smile on his face. “Were you too engrossed in the Penderghast Compendium I let you borrow last night?”

Eden snorts, propping her chin in her palm. “Right. That is exactly why I barely slept.”

“So, what were you actually doing, then?”

“Training with Atlas. She said something about... being more stealthy, so we snuck around campus all night. Fun stuff.” Eden mumbles through a yawn.

“... which is why we will be doing a week long research project based on a spell I’ve taught you. Create a presentation detailing its origin, purpose, and such. The packet will explain the requirements further. Remember, it’s partner work!” Professor Englund announces. He whisks up an air spell and a thick stack of packets sitting on the podium begin passing themselves out to each student.

Eden turns to face Beckett. “Wanna do the Locator spell?”

He nods, a faint smile on his lips. “Certainly. Can you meet at the library tonight?”

“Does nine work for you?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t it?”

With a teasing smile on her face, Eden says, “Well, I would hate to disturb you from your nerd activities.”

“Don’t be absurd. You could never disturb me, Eden,” Beckett says. His cheeks turn pink immediately. Clearing his throat, he adds, “See you at nine.”

He turns to leave, but Eden takes him by the arm, tiptoes, and plants a kiss on his cheek. “See you at nine, Beckett.”

His cheeks darken with color as he struggles to come up with a response. “I, yes, uh, nine. See you then.”

She watches as he speeds toward the door, chuckling to herself at how easy he flushes.

—☽

A couple of hours after the sun has set, Eden sets out for the campus library. Upon entering, she sees several students struggling to shelve the flying books and shudders at the memory of her doing the same. Never again, she thinks to herself.

She notices Beckett sitting at a table near the three headed snake statue and quickly wanders over. “Hey, Beckett. What’ve you found so far?” she says, plopping down on a seat across from him.

The table that Beckett claimed is littered with various textbooks, biographies, and even newspaper clippings. His laptop sits on a thin piece of newspaper. It casts shadows on his face, making his features sharper.

Eden takes a second to marvel at his looks before he glances up from a dusty textbook, saying, “Almost everything. I can’t seem to find the first recorded usage of the spell, however…”

Eden nods toward the other end of the library. The lanterns get dimmer as the room stretches on, until it’s completely dark. “You think it’s worth a try?”

Beckett shrugs. “We can check. Would you like to go together?”

“Yes, I would.”

He quickly shelves some books before dusting his hands off and falling into stride with Eden.

“So, why is that side of the library, like… abandoned?” she asks.

Beckett shrugs. “I honestly have no idea. I’ve found some of the most enticing books down those aisles. I checked out this pearlblossom handbook the other day. Want me to lend it to you? I think you’ll find its medicinal properties useful.”

Eden smiles. “Maybe later. For now, let’s focus on digging up some Locator spell facts.” She studies their shadows as they stretch on before them, realizing that the lanterns are much dimmer now.

The two are walking so close together their fingers brush against each other. Eden sneaks a glance at Beckett to find him fighting to keep a straight face on. But his reddening ears give it away. She casually takes his warm hand in hers, humming to herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches Beckett biting back a grin.

After a couple minutes of comfortable silence, Beckett clears his throat and says, “So… thank you for being my partner.”

Eden shoots him a surprised look, but by then, the two are surrounded by darkness, the entrance to the library seemingly a thousand smiles away. She isn’t sure if he caught it. “After everything we’ve been through, it’d be surprising if we didn't partner up.”

He slowly nods and looks down at his Pend Pals bracelet. “Working together to save you from imminent danger is good bonding, I suppose.”

“That, and we made out by the pond.”

Beckett’s cheeks tinge pink at the reminder. “Yes, well… that, too.”

To save him from further embarrassment, Eden drops his hand and gestures at a book behind him. “Oh! Does that say”— she squints—“Ancient Spells Still Used Today? We can check for the Locator spell.” She points to a red book sitting snugly on a tall shelf beyond her reach.

Beckett easily grabs the book and instead of handing it Eden, he holds it just out of her reach. He flashes her a challenging smile. “Say please.”

Eden ignores his request and jumps to swipe the book from him, but Beckett is quicker and holds it out of the way. The two of them laugh as she attempts another jump. They go back and forth until Eden steps on his shoe by accident, causing him to trip forward and press her against a tall, sturdy bookshelf.

“Hi there,” Eden grins, wrapping her arms around his neck. Despite the lack of lighting, she can see Beckett’s pink cheeks due to their close proximity. “You know... I like how easily your cheeks turn pink. It’s cute. Pink cheeks are your thing.”

Beckett’s breathing almost slows to a stop as his eyes trail from Eden’s eyes to her lips. The girl standing in front of him seems unreal. The way she can make him blush with just one comment, the way her eyes sparkle with interest whenever he rambles about a particular subject, and the way she sees him for who he really is… It makes Beckett weak in the knees.

He swallows. “Only you have that effect on me, Eden. Only you.”

His mind drifts back to the night by the pond. God, he’s been aching to continue where they left off.

Beckett drops the book and tugs her closer to him by the waist before pressing his lips to hers. Eden melts into the kiss instantly, threading her fingers in his soft, brown locks. Her stomach twists with butterflies as their mouths move against each other in perfect harmony. She feels Beckett smiling into the kiss as her hands slide under his buttoned shirt to feel along his lean muscles.

Eden laughs breathlessly when they finally break part to breathe. “Was this... your ulterior motive all along? Get me alone... and then make out?”

Beckett rolls his eyes playfully, pausing for a couple of seconds to catch his own breath. “You always manage to see right through me, Eden.”

“It’s a talent.”

Before he can respond, Eden surges forward and captures his lips in hers again. She shivers with delight as Beckett’s hand trails to her hips, his fingers skimming over her exposed sides. She lets out a small gasp as he loops his arms around her thighs, pressing her up against the bookshelf. The shelves dig into her back, but she’s too focused on Beckett to care.

“Someone’s extra eager tonight,” Eden chuckles. Her small laugh dissolves into a soft sigh as Beckett begins to trail kisses along her neck.

“Can you blame me?” he says.

“No, I suppose I can’t,” Eden laughs, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt.

Beckett’s breathing is ragged as he whispers, “Right here?”

“Yes, I want you now.”

In the middle of ridding Beckett of his top, the lanterns flare up with light, making the two of them hop apart. Mr. Korningshwip, the librarian, rounds a corner and comes bounding down the aisle, shelving books. He doesn’t acknowledge Eden and Beckett as he wheels a cart of books past them.

Eden holds back her laugh as she glances at Beckett’s red face. He quickly buttons up his shirt and rakes a hand through his tousled hair, a sheepish grin on his face nonetheless.

“Remind me to never get carried away in the library again,” he says, chuckling under his breath.

“No promises,” Eden responds, lacing her fingers through his. “Now… should we head back to your dorm?”

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