Paper Butterflies

Paper butterflies

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

summary: instances when moon boys found safety and love in your hands.

Who holds the reins of my desires if not my hands? My hands—my body’s gates of tenderness, the tools of my wonders, be they violent or gentle, be they both.

Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones—: These Hands If Not Gods

a/n: inspired by this lovely art piece.

genre: mostly domestic fluff

warnings: mention of nightmare, verbal harassment, swearing, slight violence

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• You place your hand on table corner, cupping the sharp edge so Steven doesn't accidentally hit his head when he bent down to pick up the spoon he dropped, the little gesture didn't go unnoticed by Steven.

To you, it was an instinct, most natural thing. Steven was baffled. No one loved him like you—you loved him intentionally and subconsciously, like every beat of your heart.

"You want some?" you stretch out your hand, holding out a small bowl of strawberries in front of him.

"Love?"

You hum in response, already chewing a piece of strawberry, juice dripping slightly down your lips.

He outstretches his hand, touching your cheek gently. He leans closer, pressing his lips on yours, his tongue swirling around the strawberry juice.

"Oh". No matter how many times Steven had kissed you before, his kisses still left you feeling giddy.

"Thank you, Y/n/n"

"Whatever for?"

For everything you are and everything you do.

"Nothing" he shakes his head. A mellow smile adores his handsome face.

• "Let me see"

Marc volunteered to chop the vegetables while you cooked, accidentally knicking his thumb finger.

"It's nothing, I'm alright, babe" he brushes you off and watches your eyebrows meet together in worry.

You ignore his words, giving him a 'what' look when his lips curved up in a smile. It doesn't matter if your boyfriends are the moon knight system, when they get remotely hurt in front of you, you panic.

"You've seen me get bloody many times before" he takes your fumbling fingers in his.

"I don't care if you are moon knight and have magical healing powers, you are my still my baby and I'm allowed to worry about you even if you dress up in your fancy suit with that silly cape and fight" you move past him to grab a band-aid from the first aid kit.

"The cape is not silly!"

Khonshu hit his staff on the floor.

Marc chuckles. "Hey, don't hate the cape", his thumb circles the top of your hand absent mindedly, "I saved you with that cape twice" he says, the smile never leaving his face once.

"How dare you talk about my powers like this? you little worm!" his voice booms.

"Khonshu is not happy to hear that" Marc chuckles again.

"Where is he standing?"

"On your right"

You turn your head to your right and stick your tongue out at Khonshu.

"Odd little mortal"

Now amusement laced Khonshu's voice, his earlier annoyance lessened.

• Khonshu have seen Jake smile once or twice maybe.

But when Jake was around you, that act came to him easily, natural as his skills with guns.

You two decided it was a nice evening was a casual stroll around the park, the fresh air and all. Besides, it would be nice to chill with Jake, you thought.

"Jake" you call out, watching him walk ahead of you.

"What is it, querida?"

"You dropped something"

His eyebrows furrow as he pats his pant pockets to check if he dropped something.

"This" you slip your hand into his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

He chuckles, "You are so cheesy, cariño"

"Oh, you like it", you smile back, watching the way his eyes crinkle and lights up his whole face. There is so much spark in his deep brown eyes—warm and tenderness.

He brings your interlaced fingers to his lips and presses a kiss on the back of your hand. This little gesture spreads warmth through your entire chest.

If Khonshu had eyeballs he would roll his eyes, Jake thought. But he ignored the God of the moon, continued to hold your hand for the rest of the walk.

• You knew Steven reads a lot. You wanted him to have something pretty for bookmarks. What better way to make it by yourself? After watching many pinterest and youtube videos, you made those cute butterfly bookmarks in different colours with different patterns on them.

"Yes, love?" he says, when you called him to get his attention. His gaze is still glued to his book.

You stride towards him to stand near his desk. "Pick one" you say, holding out your closed fists in front of him. Your grasp was gentle not to crush the butterfly bookmarks you are holding.

A small smile forms on his face, he closes the book and pulls down his glasses, taking it off and placing it next to the book. "This one" he touches your left fist, with that sweet smile still gracing his face.

You slowly open them to reveal a bright orange butterfly bookmark. You eventually open your right hand too revealing a blue one. "Since you are cute, you can have this too"

"Oh, these butterflies are lovely!"

"These are bookmarks, I know how much you like reading, so I wanted you have something cute, I know it's not much-"

He couldn't focus on your words.

You had his whole heart. How is it possible to love someone this much? He felt like his heart is about to leap out of his chest.

The smile on his face widens, "Oh, darling". He gently takes off those bookmarks and places them safely on his desk. He then pulls you on his lap, taking your face between his hands, he presses the softest kiss ever, as if physically giving you his love for you.

• It wasn't new to see your boyfriends have nightmare in the middle of the night. Marc had the most nightmares, Steven would have them too. But it was a bit surprising when you saw Jake screaming in his sleep.

"Hey, hey, Jake, Jake..." you didn't shake him too hard in case if it made him even more alarmed. You prop yourself to sit and switch on the bed side lamp. "Jake, babe, you need to wake up, it's okay..." you touch his chest, trying to shake him.

He screams, his hand clutching the left side of his neck. He jolts up still screaming, his eyes opening.

Even though you don't see his face clearly in the dark, the dim light from the lamp illuminates his face. His eyes are wide with panic, darting around the surrounding.

"Hey, hey, it's just me" you carefully touch his shoulder. "Baby, it's okay, you are safe now, you are safe..." you half whisper, keeping your voice gentle.

The panic in his eyes vanishes slightly when he hears your voice and sees you next to him.

Not saying a word, he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your chest.

Oh, God. What kind of nightmare he just had?

You don't dare to ask. You hold him tightly as he is holding on to you. "I'm here now, you are safe" you repeat it again, rubbing his back in soothing gesture. "It's okay, baby, it was just a bad dream, you are with me here now, you are safe..." you continue to whisper calm things in his ear, until you feel his breath becomes steady and uneven. You press light kisses to his head in between saying those comforting words.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He replies few seconds later, "no".

You didn't want to push him. You gently run your fingers through his hair. "Want me to punch the monster under the bed?" you joke, in an attempt to ease the situation.

He don't say anything but you could feel him smile against your chest, then a slight chuckle.

That's more than enough for you. "You are safe now, baby" you say it again, like a promise. You kiss his forehead.

You stayed up for a while to make sure he was completely calm and sleeping peacefully as he could be in your arms.

• A jerk at bar decided it would be fun to mess with you despite you making it clear you aren't interested. He cursed you out and moved away. You sent a glare in his direction before walking back to Marc.

"Is everything alright?" he instantly rushes to your side after seeing your annoyed face.

"Don't worry, I'm good" you smile at your man, trying to assure him, "Just a creep"

Anger flashes in his eyes. "Did he bother you? Where is he?" he clenches his jaw.

"Marc, it's okay. I got it handled. We are here to have fun remember?" you rub his arm up and down, calming him down.

He didn't want to ruin the night for you so he put on his best smile and kissed the side of your head. "Let me get our drinks. The usual?. He can be peaceful for you tonight.

"The usual" you smile back at him.

Moments later, you turned your head to hear a slight commotion.

It's that same jerk who verbally harassed you arguing with Marc. He 'accidentally' spilled drinks on Marc and now smiling like a smug bastard.

You roll your eyes in annoyance.

Why was Marc trying to smooth things over when it's not his fault?

You storm towards the jerk, staring right in his face. "Hey asshole, shut the fuck up or I'll make you shut up"

"What did you say, bitch? The fuck you gonna do? Cry? Run to your man?", he laughs mockingly.

"What did you just say to her, you piece of shit?" Marc lost his patience.

Before Marc could get to that jerk, you clenched your fist perfectly and throw a strong punch to his jaw.

"Or that" you shrug, shaking your fingers. You take a glass of drink from nearby table and chug it in one go.

He cradles his jaw, blood spilling from his mouth, his gaze was devoid of mockery, now full of anger and fear.

"Now, apologise to my man" you gripped his collar with a death glare.

My man.

Marc couldn't help but smile.

"Geez! Sorry, man" he admits, defeated.

"That's better" you let go off him.

"So much for fun" Marc smirks.

"I had fun" you smile sweetly. " I know you could take him out, but no one messes with my man and leaves. No one"

"I'm proud of you, baby" he kisses your knuckles. "That was so damn hot" he whispers in your ears, making you chuckle.

"Our girl is a badass"

"Agreed"

You never showed them your tough side before.

All of your boys are absolutely in awe and turned on. Oh, you are definitely going to have fun that night, alright.

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Warnings: None

Synopsis: Eddie has fallen for the quiet girl he sits next to in class who’s always drawing.

Y/N notes: none

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word count: 853

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you stay by eddie’s side in the hospital while he recovers from the events that happened in the upside down

warnings: fluff, light angst, mentions of death, light swearing, hurt/comfort, possible s4 spoilers, hurt eddie needs its own warning

notes: written based on this and this request that i combined cause they were a little similar in idea! it’s short but sweet so i hope you like it. as always, not edited so all my mistakes are my own

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