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phantomspiderr · 1 year

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Pairing: Jake Lockley x afab!reader (with mentions of Marc Spector x afab!reader & Steven Grant x afab!reader)

Word Count: 2.9k+

Summary: Your first date with Jake takes a bit of a steamy turn but ends in a rather soft moment ~based on this ask~

Warnings/Tags: 18+ alludes to & mentions of smut, lots of kissing, obvious mentions of DID, probably way too much use of nicknames, overconfident!jake but also lil shy!jake, virgin!jake, talks about consent, small touch of manhandling, and of course fluff

a/n: as always thank you to my bestest friend in the entire world @natashasvixen for always reading my stuff no matter how shit it is, love you😘 also thank you so much to whoever sent this ask your message was so sweet and kind. I'm ngl this was going to be full on smut but it took a turn and I kinda just ran with it

“What?” A smile creeps onto your face as you look at him. Jake is lounging in the corner of the small couch. One of his arms is slung over the back of the couch, his fingers just grazing your back while the other leans on the arm of the couch. His head is propped against his fist and he’s staring at you, he has been all night. There’s the slightest smirk on his face, you find it so odd how a face you know so well can look so different.

The night had been unexpected, after meeting Jake only a handful of times the more self-assured alter had asked you out on a date. And now, the conversation Marc had brought up makes a little more sense. A couple of days ago your boyfriend asked how you felt your existing relationship fit around his other alters. Marc had been open and honest about Steven and Jake from the moment you met, you’d had countless conversations about his DID but this particular conversation had come out of nowhere. Like quite literally he’d randomly just asked about it while you were in the middle of watching something. You were obviously curious about the other alters and it was honestly taking some getting used to different people in the same body. Even though they were part of him and he’d told you about them, Marc was still a little reluctant to share you with Steven and Jake. Selfishly he wanted you all to himself because deep down he knew the pair well enough to know that they would fall for you as hard as he had.

But now, here you are cosied up in their apartment where Jake had prepared little snack boards and had even set up a little chocolate fondue that you’d both been picking at all night. You’d been talking about an old childhood memory while quiet jazz music plays in the background and Jake just listened. He hadn’t really said a lot, only really replying in one or two sentences but he listened to every word you spoke and he didn’t care how much you talked and talked and talked.

Suddenly, he surges forward and your body jumps at the unexpected movement, his hand hovers next to your face for a second until you visibly relax. Your eyes lock with his again, and you keep looking at him even when he looks down at your lips. His fingers gently touch your jaw, his thumb slowly dragging across your bottom lip. Your lips involuntarily part at the contact, a shaky breath coming out as you do. You think he's going to kiss you, and your body automatically gravitates closer to him forgetting you haven’t kissed Jake before. Learning boundaries with Steven and Jake was definitely taking some getting used to, especially since Marc had very few physical boundaries with you. Now, Jake’s definitely smirking, his eyes glancing into yours and then back to your lips before he backs up again, all contact gone. You don’t get a chance to protest or even pout at the loss.

“Chocolate,” you dumbly watch as he pushes his thumb into his mouth, cleaning off the small drop of chocolate that was there. The conversation you’d previously been having lost as you just stare at his hands, solely thinking about his hands, you know those hands too well. Now, you’re wondering if Jake’s touch would feel the same as Marc’s or if it’d be rougher, maybe softer, “are you okay hermosa?”

“Mmhm,” it comes out squeaky and you realise you’re literally squirming in your seat. He’s looking at you like you’re prey and he’s been starved and now he’s ready to pounce.

“Are you uncomfortable hermosa?” His head tilts to the side, eyes surveying you as you continue to squirm unable to sit still. It’s not that you’re uncomfortable, you just now can’t stop thinking about certain situations involving Marc’s hands. “This couch isn’t very comfortable.” Jake cuts in before you can even reply to his question, shifting in his own seat, his legs spreading a bit wider and the godforsaken hand you can’t stop thinking about now rubbing the top of his thigh. “You are always welcome to sit here cariño.”

You freeze, looking at him with wide eyes unsure you heard him right but he glances down at his lap before looking at you again and you know you absolutely heard him right. Then your body’s moving before you can fully think it through, he grins up at you as you situate yourself in his lap. His hands glide up your thighs to hold your waist as you straddle him and now, you’re face to face with him you’re not sure what to do. The little burst of confidence you’d just had fizzles away as you look down at him, Jake’s stare is so intense it scrambles your already fuzzy brain.

“Eres tan hermosa, mi amor,” you giggle nervously when his fingers brush along your cheek down to your jaw. His eyes follow his hand as it moves and you can’t look away from his face. You’re somehow surprised but not surprised at all that Jake’s won you over so easily, the man already has you like putty in his hands.

“I-I don’t know what you’re saying,” he chuckles briefly, his eyes glued to his hand that lightly brushes your jaw. He is obsessed with the way your head moves so easily with his touch, the cogs in his brain turning with more ways he could use that to his advantage.

“It doesn’t matter,” Jake holds your chin in his hand now and you let out a shuddered breath when his eyes lock with yours again, “I’m going to kiss you, hermosa.” You’re nodding your head the best you can and Jake’s smile grows at the action. Slowly, he straightens his back, getting closer inch by inch. Your own hands finally start working again as they move up his chest to pull him closer by his shirt. You’re getting impatient, needing to kiss him like you need to breathe and quite frankly Jake finds it amusing. Just as he’s close enough that you can feel his lips just barely brush yours, he stops. Jake freezes right where he is and his hold on your chin keeps you locked in place. You can’t move forward no matter how much you try and so, you whine, unashamedly you whine because you’re so desperate to kiss him now, “tan impaciente.”

Jake holds you there for a few seconds more, taking great satisfaction with how much you begin to squirm again. He finally shows you some mercy, sliding the hand holding your chin to your neck allowing you to move freely. You don’t hesitate to push forward, finally pressing your lips to his. Your body instantly relaxes, sinking further into Jake’s hold. The confidence radiates off of him as you kiss, one of his arms coming up to support your back while the other hand cradles your head. It all feels so familiar, at this point, you think your brain’s on autopilot. Your hands smooth over his now wrinkled shirt, one making its way up to the back of his neck attempting to exude some confidence or show some control by manipulating which way he moves now. You’re able to wordlessly direct him and he listens, moving in sync with you. Your heart races in your chest but you find comfort in the fact under your fingers you can feel Jake’s beating wildly too. You don’t want it to end, right now all you want to do is kiss him until you can’t breathe—and you can’t. You’ve been kissing so long that you’re lacking oxygen and you have to unwillingly part from him to heave in air. Jake pushes forward to kiss you again and you have to smile. Despite the fact, both of you are panting after your little make-out session he is so desperate to keep you right where you are.

“Hermosa,” Jake whines and the sound makes a flurry of emotions swirl in you. Your head tilts back a fraction in order for you to breathe but that doesn’t stop Jake from eagerly placing kisses from your lips down to your neck.

“What does that one mean?” Your fingers slide into his hair and tug ever so gently in a silent request for him to come up for air too. You can’t deny the way his lips feel against your skin is intoxicating, the closeness makes your entire body tingle.

“Beautiful,” his voice is rougher than before and he finally sits back, his eyes slowly drifting up your face as the hand still resting on your neck moves. His fingers lightly trace along your jaw again, “so beautiful.”

Now, you can fully see his face in the dim flat lighting you can make out the tint of red coating his cheeks and the tips of his ears. His slightly parted lips are swollen and rapidly he pushes out air. The man looks utterly devastating and he’s the one calling you beautiful. You can feel heat prickle your skin the more he looks at you, his eyes are studying you so intently. The overwhelming urge to kiss him again takes over and you push yourself toward him to try to close the gap again—try being the fundamental word. He pulls back with a smirk before you can kiss him, for a second you’re confused sitting back and looking at him curiously. He doesn’t move or say anything, he just sits there smirking so you try again. You push yourself up and just barely brush your lips against his before he pulls back again, an amused look still on his face.

“Marc,” you cry out in frustration before it registers in your brain. Suddenly, you drag yourself back when you realise your mistake but Jake only tilts his head slightly, one of his eyebrows raising. “I’m sor-”

“Oh, cariño,” his hold on you tightens by the second. It’s almost like a switch has flipped and you can’t tell if it’s a good or bad thing yet, “I have ways to make you remember my name.” Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes going wide at the implications of what he’s just said. Jake closes in on you again, and your eyes fall closed as you feel his breath against your neck. His nose brushes along your jawline toward your ear, “is that something you want hermosa?” An uncontrollable whimper escapes you much to Jake’s satisfaction, a deep chuckle sprouting from him at the sound. Jake hums questioningly, fishing for a direct answer.

“Yes. Yes please, Jake-” You don’t even get to finish your sentence. Jake’s tight grip holds you close as he effortlessly stands, his lips back on yours even as you yelp out in surprise. Your legs instinctively clamp around his waist while your hands now grip his shoulders for some form of stability. Jake’s kisses are frantic, the surprising change completely welcome as he moves you both through the flat. “Jake. Jake,” you manage to breathily speak his name, as if to make up for your earlier mistake, trying to get his attention and he only hums as his mouth moves back to your neck. Your head involuntarily moves to allow him more access, your mind clouded by lust instead of rational thinking and at this point, you may just allow him to do just about anything to you. Rather abruptly and unceremoniously, Jake shoves books off of Steven’s messily organised desk before he cruelly lets go of you making you gently thud onto the wooden surface.

“Now you remember?” You can do nothing but blink up at him as he looks smugly down at you, your silence only boosts his confidence. Although all he wants to do is move at a hundred miles an hour he forces himself to slow down, to establish consent and trust with you. Jake wants nothing more than to be trusted, to be loved and he knew he wanted those things from you and only you. He however simultaneously wanted to pull you apart until the neighbours knew his name too. Your hands slip from his neck down his chest, and his hands catch your wrists as they move, “cariño.”

“Tell me what that one means,” you lean in closer almost like you’re moving in to kiss him again and in response, he nudges his chin up just enough to brush your lips together.

“It can mean more than one thing,” Jake kisses you once, “it can be sweetheart.” Another kiss to your lips, “dear,” and another, “honey,” another, “love.” His words mixed with the affection make you smile even as you try to pull your hands free but he holds firm. Jake pulls away just enough so he can look into your eyes again, “cariño-”

This time he says the pet name a little more seriously and that rational part of your brain enters the room again. The lusty haze clouding your judgement clears and you can see the faint look of doubt that washes over him.

“I haven’t- Not with-” His gaze drops to your hands, watching as he lowers them to rest on your thighs. You curiously look at him as he stutters, you’re surprised to hear it as it seems like that’s more of a Steven thing. “I want to be with you,” his eyes suddenly snap up to yours again, “I want to get on my knees and bury myself between your thighs.” There’s the self-assured Jake you know, “I want to bend you over that very uncomfortable couch and have you screaming my name.” You swallow thickly as he spills out the desperate fantasies that fill his head. His fingers delicately graze up your thighs until they reach your hips, holding on so you can’t scoot any closer to the edge of the desk. “But,” his eyes close for a second and when they open he’s looking down again, “I also want you to trust me.” You try to interject but he keeps going, “and I want to fully trust you.” Jake winces, expressing something so mundane he wants from another person feeling foreign to him.

He can’t look at your face, he’d never admit it but he’s scared. Never has he gotten further than this with anyone, everyone always wants more, to push further than he’s willing to go and he wants that. Some primal part of him wants it more than anything but this softer side he likes to keep behind closed doors just wants someone to want him for more than sex.

“Jake,” your voice is soft. Your hands gently move up his arms until you can hold his face between them, you repeat his name again and this time he slowly looks back up into your eyes. “It’s okay,” the corner of your lips twitch when you see his stoic look drop almost immediately, “we can go as slow…or as fast as you want to.”

It’s like a weight is lifted off his shoulders, his arms slide around your back and he pulls you into an embrace. The move catches you off guard but you’re quick to hold him, your hands cradling the back of his head and neck wanting to savour the soft moment. You manage to turn your head enough to kiss the side of his head, your nose buried in his hair that smells like the hair gel Marc sometimes uses. Jake pulls away just enough to look at your face for a moment before he moves closer, nudging his nose against yours. Then he’s kissing you again, this time slower and softer it makes this speed feel even more intimate than before.

Jake rests his forehead against yours, your lips parting for only a moment, “can we just do this for a minute hermosa?” You’re nodding your head letting out a breathy laugh and angling up to kiss him again.

You both stay like that for much longer than a minute, fluctuating between short pecks and longer, slower kisses. He can’t keep his hands still, they move so gently across your skin from your hips to your thighs, to your waist even moving up to hold your face at one point. They find their final purchase on your sides, fingers digging into the soft skin there. Jake only stops his pursuit to press a kiss to your cheek whispering quiet words to himself like a prayer.

“Where did you get all your ideas from then?” Your own whispers interrupt him, a smile creeping on your face as he pulls away. That blush coating his cheeks has grown and he frankly looks adorable.

“I read.” You’re taken aback by that response, and now you’re just wondering exactly what he’s been reading. Jake moves in to kiss your cheek again, making his way closer to your ear. “I also watch a lot of por-“

“Okay!” You giggle as his fingers brush against your sides. That was the kind of thing you were expecting him to say first. Jake smiles down at you, a proper goofy carefree smile and he looks so sweet like this. It’s contagious, he’s got you grinning so much your eyes crinkle in the corners. A comfortable silence surrounds you, delicately your fingers comb through his hair. You’re both just taking a moment to admire each other.

“You know Steven isn’t going to be happy about this,” you lean to the side and look down at the heap of books and papers scattered on the floor. Jake follows your gaze before you look back at each other and he just shrugs.

“Worth it,” one of his hands cups your cheek and he dips down to kiss you again. It was definitely worth it.

~part 2~

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 11 months

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Could you make a fic with Jake x reader that maybe she is in a relationship with the other two (Marc and Steven don't need to be in the whole fic, just mentioning them maybe?) And Jake at first is rude to her until one day she comes late from work and Jake is covered in blood (not his) from a mission that left him like really bad and he can't stop thinking about it, so the reader helps him (although she's a bit hesitant at first because one day he told her that he didn't want her close), she helps him get a shower, cleans some little cuts on his face, and then when his dressed and ready to sleep, he asks her to stay with him.

I hope it's not too much 😅💖

hii honey!! I love this! so very sorry this is so late. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 @thewinterv

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jake lockley x f reader

wc || 0.8k

warnings || none? brief mentions of blood

I haven’t wrote for jake before, so I really hope this feels like him

masterlist + rules

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Being in a relationship with Marc and Steven was always very entertaining, never shying away from a dull moment when you shared your time with them. As Jake didn't front as regularly as the other two, you were still foreign to one another, only ever meeting him occasionally. On the very few chances you've met, he was rather hostile towards you, much preferring to keep you at arm's length. You weren't sure if you upset him or offended him in some way, but you couldn't quite figure out what you may have done wrong for him to dislike you.

Returning home from an extra long shift, you pull your keys out of your bag, jingling in the lock before twisting. You open the door, and your eyes immediately land on a very thin trail of blood. Following the blood drips, you see the silhouette of someone hunched over your sink.

"Marc?" you whisper, reaching for the light switch.

Stepping forward, you see a newsboy cap on the counter. A heavy feeling now clouds your stomach. "Jake?" you ask, almost in disbelief.

"What's going on? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" you anxiously blabber, slowly walking towards him.

He grunts in response, yanking the small towel from the hook to dry his swollen and bloodied knuckles.

"That's a white towel," you mumble, watching the fabric fill with small red spots that were sure to stain.

His head snaps over his shoulder towards you, practically glaring at your comment.

"Don't worry, I got more," you awkwardly laugh, reaching into the cupboard for the first aid equipment. "That cut up there looks pretty bad," you start, nodding to the bust piece of skin above his eyebrow. "Let me help you clean it?"

"It's fine," he grumbles, dabbing the towel over it to 'clean' it, instantly wincing at the painful sensation.

"Doesn't seem fine," you say quietly, flicking on the tap and thoroughly washing your hands. "Just-" you say, pouring a small amount of antiseptic onto a cotton ball. "Can I?" you question, hesitantly extending your hand towards his face.

He nods in response.

You watch the way he flinched at your soft, delicate touch, practically cowering away from your comfort. "I'm gonna hurt you," you whisper, lightly blotting around the open skin. "It's okay," you say tenderly, cupping his cheek with your other hand, angling his face downwards as you clean his wound.

He closes his eyes as he melts into your tender touch, finally allowing himself to feel a moment of warmth.

"Okay, some of these are gonna need covering… I think you should have a shower first. Clean yourself up, and I can bandage you up after." you sweetly instruct, sorting through the bag as you search for everything you need for later.

"A shower?" he repeats, looking down at his blood-covered clothes.

"I have a change of clothes for you," you cutely laugh. "They're your exact size too,"

A sheepish smile tugs at the corners of his lips, watching you with softened eyes.

"Bathroom is just down here. I'll put a pile of clothes on my bed for afterwards," you smile, leading him down the small hallway. "The controls are easy, but if you need me, call me…. oh wait, also. Clean towels in there," pointing to the cabinet behind the door.

As you turn on your heel, a soft yet firm grip on your arm halts your movements. "Thank you," Jake whispers, wryly grinning.

You sweetly smile. "No problem, take as long as you need,"

Allowing Jake some time alone to recuperate after his clearly intense mission, you make your way back into the kitchen to clean up the mess. Wiping the blood from the floors and counters, throwing the tissues, anything and everything to keep your mind busy.

You notice the quietness from the bathroom down the hall, hearing nothing but a few scuffles and small groans. You collect the first aid equipment, stuffing everything in the bag, walking towards your room. Waiting a couple extra minutes, you knock on the door, waiting patiently to enter.

"Yeah," Jake calls out from behind the door.

"Hi," you say slowly, making your way in, laying the creams and bandages on the bed. "I'll just quickly put these on, then you can get some rest,"

"Okay," he nods, sitting at the edge of the mattress, facing you.

With clean hands, you apply small dots of antiseptic cream on the cut areas, lightly rubbing it in as you gaze at his face, watching the dozen tiny expressions play out. You tear open a plaster, laying it across his temple, covering the bust part of the skin from earlier and gently smoothing the sticky part to his forehead.

"There we go, all better," you smile, kissing your finger and placing it over the fabric. "I'll let you get some sleep," you say somewhat awkwardly, not quite sure if you overstepped a boundary.

"Stay," he whispers, holding your arm to stop you from leaving. "I won't see you for a while. Please stay.”

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thestoriesfold · 10 months

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Tonight’s Golden Hour: Introduction

Summary: You find a new beginning. A new country, a new place to live. But this isn’t living, not yet. Something was off.

Pairings: Marc Spector x gn!reader, Steven Grant x gn!reader, Jake Lockely x gn!reader, Y/N is used sparingly.

Word Count: 2.1k

Content: angst (barely), paranormal stuff happens.

Warnings: probably cursing and language, death in family!, references to cults, eventual references to witchcraft.

Notes: This is NOT proof read. Horrible grammar- probably. Honestly, I just had to get this part out of the way. Be gentle with me, I’ll actually cry. This series will come with its own soundtrack, you’re welcome.

Masterlist 🌙 Pt. 1

The day was dreary, probably normal for regular Londoners. But that wasn’t normal for you. No, you never planned on being here. Your home was warm when this was cold. You could hear nothing but the city, where as home would offer the potential of hearing the waves of the sea, maybe music. The building in front of you mocked you with its old sense of luxury. You never had anything more than a small house, one that was fit for a lonely person as yourself. You could never understand how your late Nana could ever come to have this. Your family seemed to struggle to stay afloat trying to leave what felt like a cult. It was honestly, it was the only reason you’d ultimately agreed to be here. Those bastards always found a way back into your lives, taking another family member with every prolonged visit. It hurt to know that you were the only one left not falling for the tyrannical brainwashing that had persuaded your loved ones.

That wasn’t completely true, your grandmother died before they could get her back into their grimy hands. That made you, the person standing in the driveway, smile slightly. Maybe she got out after all, escaped. Maybe I have too, you thought. It was one thing to move across the country, it was another to end up halfway across the continent. Yet, here you were, all of your belongings sorted between a suit case, back pack, tote, and carry on bag. Safe to say, moving was easy for you.

You only then felt the chill of the London breeze against your skin. Perhaps, you got ahead of yourself. But that wouldn’t matter any longer, not as you shoved your hands in the fabric of your jacket sleeves and forced onward. The closer you got, the deeper the pit in your stomach grew. The house looked normal, but you ultimately felt off. Your head turned to look behind you, seeing nothing but cars passing by the thrush covered fence, and the steel gate that separated you from the rest of London. The garden that surrounded the house was small, probably perfect for someone like your grandma. You blinked at the rose bush that had started to wrap around one of the porch’s posts.

All you could hear at this point was the sound of cars passing by behind you. You couldn’t pinpoint the feelings churning inside your stomach as you slowly unlocked the front door. The hinges made their old age known as the door swung open. It revealed the main entrance. The small corridor led into the front parlor of the house on one side, the other leading to a lowered study. Your eyes scanned the stairway that led up to the other floor of the house. Your mouth fell agape as you stepped fully into the house. The house was still furnished in your grandmother’s particular style.

“‘M glad she stayed so up to trends” you had enough mind to say as you put your jacket on the coat rack. The house looked like one in a movie. Part of you felt lucky despite the eerie feeling radiating off the walls. You gently shut the door behind you, giving yourself a tour of the front parlor. Antiques lined the house from top to bottom, every piece seemed like it could’ve been a hundred years old. You’d never truly know.

You crossed the corridor, stepping down into the large room of the study your grandmother had left you. Books older than time itself lined the shelves along the walls. You remembered how you’d sit and read together for hours. You remembered your grandmother swearing on putting lavender and a splash of milk in her cup of tea, opting to do it for her oldest grandchild as well.

The sigh that flooded the room was one of emotions that you had held onto for months now. It took so long to get things sorted out, you hardly had enough time to mourn. In fact, your grandma was all you really had anymore after the rest of your family joined that stupid group. Tears gathered in your eyes as you ran your knuckles over an all familiar title. One she’d read you every night as a child. Before everything went wrong.

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It had taken an hour for you to memorize where everything you would come to regularly use within such a large house was. You sunk into the chair that accompanied a large mahogany desk that rested in front of an even larger mantled fireplace. A sigh passed your lips once more, something you’d come to do a lot as the years blurred on. Your hands gently lifted the computer from your bag, bringing it to the desk and began your search. “Y/N has to get themselves a job” you mumbled. You just needed something for food and transportation. The will made sure that this house would cost absolutely nothing for her grandchild, meaning you didn’t have to do anything extravagant. To your luck an opening at a nearby library was available, several actually. “Guessing the job of a librarian is a dying breed, eh?” You asked yourself as you clicked on the application.

Filling out the information came easy, you finished up quickly. Your back hit the chair, making it lean with you. Your eyes closed slowly. Tomorrow was going to be something else, something new. You just hoped that nothing would screw it up, especially yourself.

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You forced yourself from bed days later, doing your best to look presentable for the job interview. Your eyes took in the variation of shades that made up the look. You looked normal, maybe the circles under your eyes was what threw you off. A small huff left your lips as you finished getting ready, hoping you’d remember to eat afterwards. Important things, they made you undeniably nervous. Too nervous to eat, too nervous to relax until the damage was done. That’s what you reminded yourself as you stepped onto the coach, paying the fee due to not having a pass just yet. The library wasn’t that far; you knew that, but you didn’t want to risk walking along the streets alone yet. You weren’t from London. The white knuckle grip you had on the bus rail was a reminder of why you missed home. You could walk everywhere.

Your eyes stayed focused on the stops above the headline, eager to get off the damn thing. The man next to you had done a piss poor job of not staring. You could feel the Greek curse leave your lips as you stepped down onto the sidewalk, finding your footing as you took in the large building. Nerves flowed through your body till this point, now you were just dead excited. Working with books, in a huge library. You could only imagine what you could get your hands on.

Hasty with your movements, you quickly stepped through the main doors. Your hands found their way around each other as you approached the counter, an awkward smile gracing your lips as you approached a much older woman. She was older than even your late grandmother. The wrinkled face looked up at you, eyes lighting up to see someone actually show up for an interview. You greeted each other, the old lady taking a while to come around the counter. It didn’t matter, you would wait. Something about the old woman smiling at you like that, would give you the patience of three saints.

“Hello there, darling! It’s so nice knowing the young folk still appreciate places like this” she gestured to the vast room that contained centuries of literature. “I suppose, we should get to business shall we? Here dear, follow me.”

You merely nodded, opting to follow the woman “Thank you so much for accepting my application, this place is beautiful” you admitted. Astonished, your eyes scanned over the two floors of paper. You almost missed Janet calling a man over, his dark curls swirling in different directions as he approached the two of you.

“Ah, Steven! Hello. This is the new hire I was telling you about” you turn to the man in front of you, both hesitating to speak too long for Janet. She ended the silence, looking between the two of you. “Anyway, Steven, would you mind covering the counter while I take ‘em to the office for our little interview?”

He took a second to break away from whatever trance had overtaken him. He could hear Marc’s voice in his head, but he ignored it. He’d gotten better at that lately, offering a lopsided grin as he spoke “It was great to meet you, Y/N. I hope it goes well” he offered a small nod of the head before turning around to the counter.

His face fell as Marc’s voice started in his head, telling him that he made it weird. You didn’t take notice of how his shoulders deflated slightly as Janet directed you to the back office. ‘Great job, Steven. Really’ Marc’s voice dripped with sarcasm as Steven rounded the counter, slowly sitting in the chair.

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Both of you walked out with grins, Janet hobbling slightly ahead of you as she approached the front desk. Your eyes met the dark brown of Steven’s, causing you to give him a thumbs up. An almost childlike excitement was rolling off of you, glad that this had gone your way. He mimicked your hands “Congrats! Welcome to our dainty little crew” he chuckled as Janet shook her head.

“Speak for yourself, Grant. Nothing on this body is dainty just yet, young man” her tone had a sense of fire to it, causing you to let out a small laugh “I expect to see you both tomorrow bright and early” she spoke to the you both pointedly. With that, you and Steven exchanged a glance. He was taking in your features the best he could, you were observing him. Almost mentally preparing for whatever tomorrow’s little show of the ropes would be like. You didn’t like not knowing.

You said your goodbyes shortly after Janet took over the counter once more. As your shoes hit the pavement, a grin graced your lips. You’d gotten a job, a nice one at that. Your grin grew as you saw a coffee shop just down the street, still early enough in the day not to be completely flooded. That day was a good day, despite the creaks in the floorboards that night keeping you awake. Despite the shadows that bent and twisted, despite feeling like a presence was watching as you struggled to finally fall asleep.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was like something held you down, eyes wide open as the moonlight flooded into the room. Your eyes looked around, watching as the shadows of the tree outside seemed to curl inwards. Your breath came out as quietly as you could allow it, feeling your fingers twitch. The house creaked as you lay there. You were convinced your mind was playing tricks on you. This was some twisted dream of yours. You had the imagination.

Your body was stuck, pressed to the bed with an unseen weight. At least you thought so, until a book that fell from your dresser jerked your body up from the mattress. A twinge of anxiety burrowed itself in your chest, this house was more than old enough to be haunted or something. But, it couldn’t be that. Right?

Your bare feet on the cold floor made you more aware, more awake as you bent to pick up the book. Your hands slowly turned the book over, allowing you to see the old, and rather dusty cover. You felt your brows furrow as the title was in Greek, mouth falling open as you spoke the title out loud, Greek being your mother-tongue “Εκάτη Σκοτεινή Μητέρα?”

As you finished the last syllable, your door peaked open. The hinges whined loudly, your body jumping as you felt your heart nearly explode. Your breath was labored, you knew better than to move, than to make a sound. But you had to, this was your house now. Your bare feet slowly moved along the cold wood, every other step causing the floorboards to creak beneath your weight. You slowly descended the stairs, opting for the fire poker as a weapon in the case of an intruder. Wide eyes checked every possible crevice of space in front of you, heart beating loudly in your ears.

You found yourself in the study, already having cleared the house of any odd doings. Your hand slowly loosened on the fire poker, not seeing any signs of anyone ever being in the house. With a sigh, you put the poker down. Why was this happening? Looking at the ashes that littered the fire wood, you rubbed what little sleep you had gotten from your eyes. It was early, three in the morning was what the clock said. There was no way you were sleeping. You shook your head, opting to tidy up the study a little. You adjusted small things here and there, coming to the final corner. Squinting at the small statuette that had fallen into the floor. You picked up the two pieces it had broken into, taking in the sight of the bottom’s three womanly figures. In your other hand, you observed three different heads, the one in the middle sporting some sort of moon emblem. Letting out one final huff, you looked at the pieces in your hands “Merida..”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Translation: Hecate, Mother Darkness.

Also- Merida in an assortment of languages means shit. :)

Thanks for reading, totally let me know what you think!

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innkeepercore · 24 days

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silly little moon boys

#marvel fanart #moon knight #moon knight fanart #Jake lockley #Mr knight #Steven grant #digital illustration #char 2024 #murdocksdameron art #char2024 #when I was drawing smooth operator came on #poetic #moon knight s1 #moon knight s2 #moon knight illustration #jake lockely fluff #moon knight system

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emmalandry · 6 months

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟚𝟝~ 𝔻𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

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༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

“God such a fucking pathetic slut, yeah?” Jake’s words are always harsh when he’s fucking you.

Being so brutal with your delicate body, you’re like a porcelain doll, you could break at any moment from the violent thrusts he’s giving to your tiny hole.

But why would Jake care? You’re only here for him to dump his cum in and leave, he makes sure you don’t forget.

“Perfect little cocksleeve, all for me yeah? That’s the only thing you’re good for. Being a dirty cum slut. no me jodas.” He’s practically abusing your body.

Bending you in anyway he pleases, just throwing you around like a ragdoll. But how could you complain when his degrading words are what get you off.

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

#jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely smut #jake lockely x you #jake lockely imagine #jake lockely fluff #steven grant #steven grant smut #marc spector #moon knight

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theaussiedragon · 10 months

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Who is Jake Lockley?

Slight smutt/fluff

There’s not much to say about Jake Lockley. He’s mysterious, a killer, an Avatar of Khonshu, jealous, protective. But he’s also just a man. A man who loves you with his whole being. When you walk through the door he would drop everything to greet you. He would rush to the front of the mind-space and welcome you home with kisses so fierce it takes your breath away.

He might be away for long periods of time, no thanks to his bird brain of a boss, but when he is here, he loves you. And oh does he love you. He gives you flowers he sees through the store window because he thinks you deserve ‘something as lively as you’. He would take you to the nicest restaurants with his questionable amount of money that he won't tell you how he manages to get, though you have a theory.

You can see his love for you in his eyes, the way they light up when you enter the room. The way he instantly perks up when you laugh. The way he kisses you as you lay under him, mapping every inch of your skin as if he could ever forget your body. He loves every inch of you. Your scars and imperfections are like constellations in the night sky, he could look at you forever if he could, and he understands how Steven becomes a blubbering mess whenever they see you. And if Steven could see you now, all spread out for them, for him, just for him, he would be a jealous bastard. But he is tucked away in the mind-space along with Marc, for this is his time with you, and he will take his time.

He nips and licks at the marks he leaves along your neck as you moan and whimper for him. “Mine” he thinks, “Only mine”. And just for tonight you are. Not ‘theirs’ but his. He is a selfish man. His whole existence is to protect Marc and Steven. Is it so wrong for him to want this one thing for himself? Even for tonight? The others can be pissed tomorrow for all he cares, all he can focus on now is how tight you are, how wet you are. How you call out his name and his name only.

His hands are all over you, a nonstop assault on your body as he keeps thrusting into you. A brutal movement you welcome every time. He holds you close as he whispers into your ear. “ Amor de mi vida*, te amo, te amo**”. He thrusts harder, more sporadic, he's getting close but he refuses to come before you. You are always first in his mind. First to open gifts, first to use the hot water in the shower, to get praise, to come. He won’t have it any other way. You are always first.

“Please, give it to me. I know you can”. He's struggling to hold on, going harder and faster, he sneaks his hand down to your clit and rubs fast circles to push you over the edge. And it does. You scream with his name on your lips, and that, just that makes him come after you. He slowly grinds into you as you both come down from your highs, foreheads pressed against each other as you breathe in the same air. “Te amo mas que a la vida en sí***” he declares as you start to fall asleep. He doesn't care if you hear or not, he will say it again as many times as he needs too.

Jake Lockley is many things, but most importantly, he is yours.

Beta reader: @einno-arko (tysm)

this is my first ever fic, please tell me how it went. Also requests are open for the moonboys, Poe and Miguel.

*love of my life

**I love you

***I love you more than life itself

#my writing #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #moon knight system #moonknight #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely x you #jake lockely fluff #jake lockely #moonknight x reader #moonknight x you #jake lockely smut

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ronn-uuu · 1 year

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Stay up for me?

I made a part 2 for y’all bitches!! 😁 I hope you y’all enjoy!! 🫶🏾

|Part 1|

Summary: It’s been 4 weeks since the music incident with Steven. You’ve been trying to talk to your neighbor(s) to befriend ‘him’ but he’s never there. One day you hear him through the walls one night and decide this is your chance.

Pairing: Marc x Reader (heavily), Steven x reader and Jake x reader.

You were laying on your bed with your phone in hand reading some random stuff (like you are now.) trying to cure some sort of boredom or need inside of your chest. Your mind wondered onto the neighbor, the one you met about a month ago, you kinda wanted to see him again. Your attempts to talk to him always failed. He was never home and when he was you were out. One time you passed him without realizing it, he was leaving and you were heading to your Flat. You walked right past him no words at all. You didn’t realize he might be your neighbor until you were trying to fall asleep.

You huffed in embarrassment, you really missed your chance and you don’t know when—

Muffled speaking cut your self loathing. You looked at the wall next your bed, waiting to see if you were just hearing things.

“We need to talk to Khonshu about these hell of hours, yeah?” Muffled through the thin wall. It took you 5 seconds to hop off your bed put some pants on, slip your fluffy boots on, and clean yourself up in the mirror. It was embarrassing how quickly you changed emotions, your looks and self esteem just for a guy who knocked on your door a month ago. Though you didn’t care, you wanted to finally speak to him. The very pretty Steven Grant was home and you just had to shoot your horrible shot.

You closed your front door and walked next door. Your heart was going so fast and I you were literally beaming, like a kid who just got praised for something. You knocked softly after fixing your hair one last time.

Marc was currently in control, he got them home and cleaned them up. The month after meeting you was full of them running around meeting up with Layla, protecting people, artifacts, and people. Their sleep schedule was totally fucked, once steven finally fell asleep and in the same minute Jake woke up and went out to go fight crime. They had an altar meeting after waking in a dark alley bloody, bruised and still in the suit.

Marc sighs as he feeds Gus 2.0 since Steven will never let Marc get away will killing the original Gus. Just when he was beginning to start his horrendous sulking he heard a knock.

“Who could be awake at this hour?” Steven questioned.

“Who knows,” Jake replied. Marc walked towards the door and opened it. None of them would have thought it would be the pretty neighbor from next door, Marc should have given the body to Steven but Marc didn’t give him an ounce of control. His eyes racked over your frame. You looked so snug in that fluffy faux fur jacket and those fluffy boots, he couldn’t help but think you looked cute.

“Hey Steven!” You exclaimed. You were excited to meet him again but hearing a name that wasn’t his but his altar’s made him jealous.

“Hey, it’s been awhile,” Marc says. You notice his accent was American, his features were more rougher, and he stood more confident than when you last saw him. Maybe it’s because last time you saw him, he was tired. But he changes accents when he’s tired…?? You shoved the thought of it down. Maybe he’ll tell you one day.

“Yes it has. I’ve been trying reach you for a while,” you admitted. Marc smiled, you we’re trying to reach them and it won't be the first and definitely not last time he cursed khonshu. He could have been spending his time with you but he knew deep down that lives would have lost so he kept the cures to a minimum.

“Really?” Marc smuggly asked. Steven was partying in their mind., their neighbor literally sought for them after the music incident. This was the close he got for someone showing interest in him. Jake praised him for it too.

“Yes, steven,” you said as you playfully roll your eyes. Marc would be lying if he didn’t say ant to tell you everything… First with his DiD. That he was Marc Spector and not Steven, but one thing held him back. Rejection. If you reject him even the slightest about his identity he’ll never feel alive again. His mind is already ‘broken’ enough.

"I should have asked this when I knocked on your door. What's your name, sweetheart?" Marc asked looking down at you. You smiled and told him your name before he parriot it back to you with such softness, like it was a delicate flower. Your eyes soften towards him, if he keeps saying your name like that you'll never let him go. Their mind was filled with steven and Jake repeating it.

“Hey I’m thinking of getting a late night snack… want to come?” You ask and ‘steven’ nods. You smiled widely that would have your cheek bones hurting for a bit.

#steven grant #moonknight system x reader #moonknight system #marc spector #marc spector fic #steven grant fic #steven grant x reader #moonknight fanfiction #moonknight fluff #moonknight fic #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely x you #jake lockely fluff #moonkight #baby giiiirl #i fucking love them so much #raahhhhh #RAAHHHHHHHHH

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alwritey-aphrodite · 7 months

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Apple orchard with jack lockley <3 :)

(No worries about the update mishap :D)

2023 Fall Blurbs

It wasn’t often that Jake got to plan romantic dates for the two of you to go on. Most of the time, when you and Jake did get alone time, you’d order a pizza and watch a movie or binge a season of a show while stuffing yourself with junk food. A wonderful way to spend an evening, but not romantic at all, and Jake was starting to feel bad.

He knew you didn’t mind, knew you were happy just to spend time with him, but he also knew that Marc and Steven planned dates with you, sometimes spanning a whole day, and he felt like he was falling behind. This feeling gnawed at him, invaded every thought until he stayed up all night on his phone, researching and planning the kind of date you deserved.

“Dress warm today, it’s supposed to be chilly,” he tells you in his typical gruff fashion while you’re eating breakfast, and you can’t help the confusion that clouds your face.

“I wasn’t really planning on going out today,” you say as you glance down at the pajamas you’d fully planned on staying in, missing the slight blush that begins to overtake Jake’s cheeks as he musters up the courage to tell you his plan.

“I planned a date for us. Today. For you and me.” He clarifies, and he both loves and hates how surprised you look, loves that he’s able to surprise you but hates that him planning a date counts as a surprise.

“Where are we going?” You ask as you finish your breakfast and stand to wash the dishes, trying and failing to keep a smile off your face.

“It’s a surprise,” he responds, and now it’s impossible not to smile. Heading back to the bedroom, you plant a kiss on his forehead as you pass.

All bundled up in layers, you can hardly contain your excitement as Jake leads the way through London, glancing down at his phone every few minutes to make sure you’re going the right way. Suddenly, though, he comes to a stop and clears his throat, and you know that’s his way of telling you that you’ve arrived.

“An apple orchard,” you say, voice colored with awe as you glance up at the rows of trees stretched out in front of you, looking inviting and endless.

“It seemed appropriate, for the weather and the season and everything,” Jake replies, voice tinged with embarrassment and his cheeks tinged with red when you plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth, unable to contain your joy or affection.

Later, after you’ve spent the morning picking apples and snacking on your haul on the way to the front of the orchard and buying plenty of apple cider and other treats near the check out, you know you need to let Jake know just how sincerely you enjoyed yourself, enjoyed going out and doing things with him, things that he’d planned and put effort into.

“Thank you, really, I had a great time today,” you say as you unload your apples and cider and snacks in the kitchen.

“It was nothing,” he replies despite the deepening color of his cheeks and ears, “maybe we can do something like that again soon.” You’re so overtaken with affection and love for the man next to you, the only response you have is to kiss him, deep and long in the soft glow of the kitchen light.

#jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely x you #jake lockely fluff #jake lockely imagine #moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic

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crystalaris · 1 year

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This was massively inspired by @novanitee

I have to say I loved a lot of your Yandere Moonknight stories and couldn’t help but wonder how a Yandere would react to someone who doesn’t want to leave and one who’s happy to stay. So if I’m being honest this was more for me, but I loved how it turned out. I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved your stories

Leaving Isn't an Option

Yandere Moonknight x OC

It's not so bad, being stuck here.

And 'stuck' is the right word.

I'm not really trapped, per say, just... encouraged to stay put.

Which is easy, it's not like I did anything else before. Go to work, pay the bills, cook, repeat.

Life was monotonous and very, very lonely.

I'm not sure when, where or even how I ended up in the world of Moon Knight. Or even the Marvel Universe. I didn't really get out much, didn't really have a reason to.

Just a boring and lonely existence.

Maybe it was wishing something would happen.

Maybe it was staring at the moon and quoting, "Second Star to the right and Straight on till Morning." Never really knowing if the star was my right or the moon's right because it's never been specified.

But something happened.

Something shifted.

I was no longer there, but here.

Which I understand makes absolutely no sense, but it happened without my knowledge and my days went on like normal.

I've never watched the news, it always felt misleading.

Never bothered with facebook, FarmVille had long since become boarding and redundant. Who waits 4 hours of real life time for one patch of strawberries to grow?

I wasnt going to spend five dollars on speed enhancers.

Never really called my parents, they finally got the kids out of their house? Why would they want to see me?

I've only ever talked to my fellow fan fiction writers and readers on Discord, but we all were focused on our mutual love for Undertale. So not really friend friends, but also not not friends.

Weird, believe me I know.

So absolutely no real reason to leave except for food and the extremely rare occasion for eating out.

I had no real reason to even suspect being on someone's radar.

I had never been and forever assumed I would never be.

Friends and acquaintances? Easy.

Family? Yeah, well you either have them or you don't.

Lovers? What's that? Can you eat it? ...Ew, on second thought don't answer that. Please.

So really, my life wasn't't anything special.

Or shouldn't have been anything special.

My life changed when I had decided I didn't want to cook that day. So I went to a Burger King next to a Starbucks. Simple.

Fill up on the fries and drink, have a burger for breakfast, all for a debatable price of 10 dollars.

Again nothing special.

A sit-down would be expensive and would remind me just how alone I was.

I guess I was pretty predictable, always going to the same places to eat or shop, but I never really noticed.

Never really cared.

Not until he, well I should really say 'they' , pointed it out. And they never pointed it out until they made sure I could never leave, which again I don't really mind.

I met them, him when I walked out the door accidentally spilling iced coke all over the poor guy.

Apologizing profusely, I had offered to buy him lunch as an apology, its not like I could buy the guy a new shirt.

I'm somewhat surprised I didn't recognize him to begin with, sure he looked familiar and his name was Steven, but what really should have sold it was the fact that Steven with a 'V' was Vegan.

Though I was more surprised that Burger King had vegan options, the impossible burger? Really?

I guess its in the name. Still, shocking, both the burger and my own stupidity.

But I liked him.

He was nice, well muscled, dark hair (that was my weakness, those cheating bastards) and polite.

Honestly, what wasn't there to love? We talked. A lot.

I was pretty thrilled when he shyly asked for my number. I thought 'Why not? It'd be nice to have a friend again.' And we traded phones, I never noticed him activate the tracking part of the phone.

I probably shouldn't have been so lazy and trusting (Jake has lectured me a lot on that, really that sweet worry wart) handing Steven my phone, in my defense I've never had to worry about that.

Steven once told me he finally understood why Marc and Jake had wanted to protect his innocence once they had met me.

Others probably would have been offended, me? I was honored and kissed him.

It was... nice, having someone to talk to, someone to text.

Someone I could just be me.

Steven would send these really cute or funny history bits, mostly Egyptian, sometimes complaining that gods can be annoyingly demanding.

Again, I should have noticed, but really would you notice? Or even care too? We all complain about god.

Looking back, I feel like my past self was one of those side characters on Doctor Who that never noticed aliens or the blue police box.

To be fair, its easier to notice things when they don't happen to you. Still makes me feel stupid though.

I never really found it odd that we kept meeting up when ever I was out shopping, passing it off as coincidence time and time again.

Sure there were times I felt someone watching, but every time there was no one following me.

Sure there was a feeling or two that made me glance over my shoulder a few times just to check, but then Steven would show up and it would stop.

Which was extremely relieving, having Steven by my side. After a while it turned stressful without Steven there to shop with. I tried not to, but calling him and asking if he'd like to shop together made the day that much better, that much less lonely.

It was on one such day, after feeling a piercing stare and finding nothing, that I ended up laying my head on his shoulder with a sigh of relief.

Of course I removed it with a shit load of apologies. But to my utter amazement, after he got over his shock, he just smiled and gently placed my head back on his shoulder.

"Are you sure?" I asked, again still a bit worried.

His smile was so gentle, so sweet, so warm, "Of course, luv." And placed his arm around my shoulder. Heaven could never have such forbidden fruit.

I, gladly, soaked up as much as I could.

Steven could be the nectar of the gods with his sweetness, he laughed quite happily when I told him that once, well it was a mumble, but still... true.

We didn't just shop together, I rather enjoyed inviting him over so he could teach me some vegan recipes.

Being with Steven made life, easier.

It was easier to breathe, to enjoy breathing again. I wasn't just moving through the motions of life, I was Living again.

I could actually look forward to tomorrow.

And when tomorrow came, Steven asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend.

I was flummoxed.

Me? Steven wanted me?

I didn't know it but Jake was rather close to fronting and yelling at me for daring to hurt sweet Steven, when I hadn't answered soon enough.

Tears had slowly fallen from my eyes and Steven nearly went into a panic seemingly about to apologize when I softly asked, "Me? Are you sure?"

It was the first time anyone had ever asked. Had ever looked at me.

His smile could have melted gold, easily shattering my shields, ones I never knew had surrounding my heart.

It burned, but somehow in a good way, still it was too much and I looked away.

He had to cup my cheeks in his hands, getting me to look at him. His thumb wiping away a stray tear, "I would love that, luv. Would you be willing to be mine?"

Choking back a sob, "No one... no one ever... ever... no one's ever wanted me."

I couldn't help leaning into his gentle touch, missing the frown that formed, but he quickly wiped it away from their face, "Not like that anyway. I've...I've had a few crushes, but nothing ever..."

I couldn't help looking into his eyes, practically begging for this to not be a dream, searching for even a hint of a lie.

I searched his face, soft and gentle, "Are...are you sure you want me?"

"Oh, baby girl of course we want you."

I wailed clutching him tighter as he leaned me on to his shoulder, as he shushed me rocking me back and forth, " I've got you, baby girl. Shhhh. We've got you. Shhh" years of pain, anguish, want flowed into those tears. "Let it out, mi amor. Let it all go."

I didn't leave his arms that night, or even that weekend. We refused to let go of each other. Sometimes the grips were tighter, or stronger but all it felt like was safety and home. I didn't want them to let go.

I was wanted.

I was happy for the first time in forever.

It nearly tore me apart watching them walk away, but I did have work in the morning.

Work had never been such a drag until then.

It physically hurt to be away from Steven, so I did the one thing I could think of. I went to the hardware store after work.

As much as it hurt not to ask Steven to come I wanted it to be a surprise, but like always I felt those eyes boring into me. It made me want to call Steven, but... but picturing his, hopefully, happy face? I could deal with the discomfort.

The feeling didn't stop, at least I think it didn't, I'm not sure when it did but the older clerk behind the counter had smiled when she saw my fidgeting, "Ah, someone special?"

I could only blush violently and nod my head nervously. Her smile widened, "What a lucky man." She reached behind the counter, and started running the machine.

"Well, ...he's my, my first... so..." my nerves were eating me alive, but it'd be worth it.

"Really?" She looked surprised as the lady looked me up and down, "When I'm glad. You seem like a sweet young lady." The clerk chittered on.

It was nearly ten minutes of constant chattering as the clerk milked me for information.

I didn't really want to brag, didn't want to jinx it, but it felt good to share.

It felt good to smile.

The clerk watched on with a warm smile of encouragement as I called my boyfriend, biting my bottom lip as she handed it over and I placed the small box into my pocket.

-click-

" 'Ello?"

Swallowing nervously, "Steven?'

"Luv?" He sounded a bit worried.

"Yeah, ah hi. I was wondering..." I couldn't stop tapping my fingers on my leg just to use some of my extra energy. Steven, sweet, sweet Steven just patiently hummed, "if you wouldn't mind coming over? Please."

Not even noticing the man walking away on the phone two isles down.

"Sure I wouldn't mind luv."

"Great" I squeaked before quickly repeating it in a more normal voice, " See you in a few"

"See you in a few, luv."

-click-

Letting out a large breath, I turned and thanked the clerk as I handed over the money with a smile on my face, "Thank you."

"No thank you for making this old lady's day. I wish you luck."

I couldn't hold back my chuckle, "And I wish you a good week of good customers."

That made her laugh as she handed me change, "Ah, I see, another fellow retailer?"

"Yeah, first few years of college were horrible."

"Say no more." She said with a smile on her face.

I returned it, "Again, thank you."

"It's no trouble, now go on, shoo!" She waved her hands, "you've got a boy to gift. Shoo!"

I laughed on my way out, feeling happy and hopeful.

A great day indeed.

It turned into an even better day when Steven opened the box to reveal my new extra house key.

I didn't see the kiss coming, "It's absolutely beautiful, baby girl."

Completely shocked, missing how his accent had dropped as I touched my lips a deep blush forming. "What? Baby girl, what is it?"

Looking up, I blushed deeper catching a glance of his lips before staring into those deep eyes, they were the same, yet they somehow held more.

"That- that was my first..." I squeaked.

"Oh, oh!" I never noticed as he held me closer, leading me into a hug as Steven glared daggers at the reflection.

(Jake was so proud, both at Marc's kiss and Stevens glare. His boys were growing a backbone!).

"I'm so sorry, luv!"

I couldn't help hugging him back, squeezing a bit before asking, "Could, could we... again?"

This made him smile as he leaned back and looked into my eyes with his warm, ice melting ones, "Sure."

The second one was warm and comforting, the third became ruff and deep and I couldn't help loving all of them, I felt wanted, I felt loved again.

This man was slowly becoming my entire world.

And everyday he would come over after work.

Everyday he would kiss me at least three times, each with there own flare, each with their own intensity and still I greedily accepted each and every one.

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They, well Steven had been dating her for months, with Jake and Marc coming out on occasion. She never seemed to notice or if she did she brushed it off.

They loved her, they really did, but sometimes he wished she would notice. Wish she'd ask questions, it'd make it much easier to come clean.

Though Marc seemed to enjoy the lack of in his words, 'unnecessary' questions. Jake bemoaned the fact that she was so oblivious.

This may have started with an order from Khonshu, but it had become an obsession over time.

Layla was a strong woman and Marc had loved her in his own way. Marc's ex was strong alone, could easily, has easily fought confidently, side by side with Marc and Steven, but she and Jake clashed, each just as bull headed as the other, making a relationship a bit difficult with the three.

Plus Jake wasn't happy when Layla had smacked Marc across the face.

Marc had defended her saying he deserved it since he left, but Jake refused to let Layla be alone with Marc or Steven.

Deserved or not, if she did it once she would do it again and Jake refused to leave his boys defenseless.

He knew Marc and Steven wouldn't fight against Layla, Jake however...

So the three were just friends, while Jake only tolerates Layla for his boy's happiness. Sure they were sad at the end of the relationship, but Jake knew they deserved better. It's why he stayed as Khonshu's Avatar (and boy was that a shit show when he had dropped the beans, they forgave him and moved on. He really does love them.)

So when an order came to watch someone who doesn't belong in this world, all three went, each curious in their own way.

They would admit the woman was... ... ...boring?

Normal?

Well, she didn't seem like she was any different, but hey Harrow fell off the deep end why can't she?

So they watched and watched, it was an order, an easy order but an order none the less until Khonshu deemed her to be just another pathetic worm that no longer needed their attention.

They... didn't really stop.

They had noticed her schedule, had memorized it to the point they ended up following it subconsciously.

If anyone was to blame it was entirely the god's fault.

Steven thought she was sweet.

Marc noticed how lonely she felt.

Jake saw.

Saw how she was withering away, how she practically begged for protection.

Jake really liked how she seemed to sense them, liked how she trusted her instincts, weak as they were she still had them.

She was a walking contradiction in some ways.

She kept her head down and avoided people, avoided being seen, but they saw her.

They watched her.

They noticed how she seemed to hide and it flared all of their protective instincts.

Originally it was a way to pass time.

They didn't really need to work for money anymore, they had plenty and Khonshu had them take certain jobs, and if Jake could get some money out of it, then all the better.

Steven never really liked the 'blood' money, but Jake and Marc refuse to let Steven get stuck in retail or with another piece of trash boss again.

(Donna is still lucky to be alive, the two are still waiting for the perfect time. Its not murder if something just 'happens' right?)

But Steven didn't mind watching her, so they compromised.

Watching her for the day, and working with Khonshu at night (they slept when she went to work, no biggie).

At first it wasn't hard to leave for Khonshu's 'trips', but it became harder as time passed on.

Soon returning ended up as their priority and Khonshu could careless so long as the job was done.

Since Marc and Steven wanted the job done just as much to get back, Khonshu didn't really have any complaints, "Apparently even a worm has its uses."

He was dutifully ignored.

They wanted to get to know her, to be apart of her life.

And if she broke their heart? Well, Jake would take care of it.

All three had found something in her that they enjoyed.

For Steven, she was sweet (Hah! Told you guys so!) and so welcoming. She enjoyed listening to him and both genuinely enjoyed the documentaries that Marc and Jake became bored to death with. Even making a game of it at one point when she started explaining why one documentary was wrong, elaborating each point and encouraged him to do the same.

Marc, well Marc loved all the cuddles and how she showed that she cared (for Steven) making food and learning recipies together, always finding a way to touch. And just leaning on them in general.

It helped that she never pried or asked for more information. If she did and he said 'no' she dropped it unlike Layla, and would always remind him she was there if he wanted.

It was refreshing if Marc was being honest.

Jake rather enjoyed how she depended on him (them). She would tense up when they watched her from afar, like he said she had instincts.

He really liked when she started calling them every time she even felt remotely scared. Jake loved how she would lean on them for comfort and melt into their embrace after that first time.

It felt good to be needed in subtle ways.

She would ask for their opinions, but would also ask why instead of just obeying. He liked the little arguments, they were fun and unlike with Layla she didn't get violent when angry, just puffed out her tiny little cheeks, ardilla listada (chipmunk) he had called her and she responded with Qué?

"¿Asi que hablas espanol?"

"en inglés por favor"

He barked out a laugh and he loved the way her eyes sparked as she nailed the accent, all three were rather impressed.

"No."

"Sí"

"No"

"Sí!"

Jake, over all, enjoyed her spunk.

He did however nearly lose it when Steven asked her to be their girlfriend and she didn't respond, she nearly broke their hearts, but then it broke for another reason entirely.

She cried because nobody had wanted her.

And, well, that just sealed the deal, she wouldn't leave them, ever.

They'd never allow it.

If only they could get her home, right now.

...but even a starving predator is patient. So they settle for just holding her tightly in their arms, each taking their own turn, but refusing to let go.

Leaving was one of the hardest and yet the most satisfying things they have ever felt.

And Damn, it hurt to leave, but the way she refused to let them out of her sight, the way they could feel her eyes on them?

They had never walked so slow before, never looked back to her window so much. It was amazing to know she didn't want them to leave as much as they didn't want to leave.

So imagine their rage when she was late returning home from work.

Oh, they wouldn't have been worried (they were) since they followed her phone to the hardware store.

If she was mugged it'd be the last thing the asshole would ever know.

When it turned out she was the one to make a side trip, Oh they were pissed.

They loved her, but she should have, no needed to be home with them, she shouldn't have left! Job or no.

Jake wondered if it was too soon to dish out a bit of punishment. They really didn't like how the lady looked at their girl.

Jake did, however, settle a bit when he saw how she looked around and fingered her phone, the other two noticed as well and calmed down, just a bit.

It helped to know she was still thinking of them, still she needed to be at home.

They chose an isle that was close enough to hear them, but still had the perfect view of their girl. Tense shoulders relaxed as their discussion went on.

So imagine their surprise when they answered the call. When Steven met them and was handed a personal gift.

She was definitely forgiven.

And in a way, it allowed each of them to come out. To show themselves to her.

She eagerly accepted their affection and they couldn't be more thrilled.

She was their innocent bean.

———

An: how she came here and how it ends I leave that up to you. Personally I’m a sucker for happy endings

#fan fiction #jake lockely x oc #jake lockely x reader #khonshu #marc spector #marc spector x oc #marc spector x reader #steven grant x oc #steven grant x reader #yandere #fluff #jake lockely fluff #marc spector fluff #Steven grant fluff #fluffy Yandere #it’s not sad #oneshot #transmuted

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welpppthatsit · 11 months

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Wrapping Wounds

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My first time posting my writing works so please be kind!

Pairing: Jake Lockley x GN!Reader

Summery: Jake comes home after a short mission, with a few bumps and bruises.

Rating: Fluff

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You sat, silently waiting at the dining room table, in your shared apartment with your boyfriend. It was 1 in the morning and the boys were yet to come home. Worry and dread started to fill your head and you held your cup of tea tightly between your palms. You knew they had Khonshu and the healing armor, but you couldn’t help but let your mind run wild with worrying thoughts.

‘What if they were hurt’

‘What if they were captured’

A sigh made its way past your lips and you laid your head down on the table. They would be fine, they knew what they were doing. They are all capable of protecting themselves. Standing from the table and walking to the small kitchen, rinsing the cup in the sink. You turned, leaning against the counter, knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. With cautious hands, you rummaged through the medicine cabinet, looking for the melatonin you kept close to the back.

A loud bang and the locks coming undone could be heard behind you. You whipped around, grabbing the nearest weapon. A rolling pin. You had been stress baking earlier. In a defensive stance, you stayed in the corner of the kitchen, waiting. Once all the locks Steven had put on were unlocked, a stiff grunt could be heard.

“Fuckin’ hell…” Jake groaned in pain.

“Jake…?” You spoke up, moving to see better.

“Estimada! I thought you would be asleep by now” He sighed walking up to you. You immediately dropped the rolling pin and ran up to him. A tight hug trapped him in your arms. Jake sucked in a quick breath.

“What’s wrong, love?” You pull away, asking softly. Jake smiled a bit and sighed, walking past you to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Got a little banged up today… few bruises” He explained, taking off his jacket and loosening his tie before flopping backwards on the bed. He stretched out his arms while adjusting his back.

You gently kicked his leg that hung over the bed. He glared at you but it quickly faded to a smile. With quick movements, he launched up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto the bed.

“JAke! The hell is wrong with you!” You gasped, gently hitting his arm. He winced in pain.

“Agh… my head…” Jake quickly regretted his decision of moving so quickly. You grew worried, turning on the bedside light. He had a small bruise on his forehead with an equally small cut on his jaw. Quickly getting up and making your way to the bathroom, grabbing rubbing alcohol, cotton balls and a bandaid.

“Aye.. Mi amor.. You don’t have to..”

“Hush, let me take care of you.” You interrupted him. Sitting next to him, you smiled. He leaned into you, kissing your jawline. Softly pushing him away, you grabbed a cotton ball and started to clean his cut on his jaw. He complained playfully, acting like he was getting burned alive.

“Are you almost done, Amar, it hurtttssss” He whined pulling away from you. You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him back towards you.

“¿Estás tratando de empezar algo, amor?” He spoke with a growl in his voice, dropping the octaves as he talked. You unwrapped the bandaid and covered his wound, before pushing him away and getting up.

“Not now, Jake, you need sleep. You look exhausted.” You commented on his appearance. Jake let out an overdramatic, offended gasp, as he covered his chest with a hand, flopping backwards. You smiled and laughed, throwing away the cleaning supplies you used. After cleaning up the mess you made, you walked back over to the bed to find Jake, only in his boxers, sprawled out, his hair a mess. You quietly got dressed in comfortable sleepwear. You slipped into bed with Jake, not minding that he didn’t move from the position he was in. Deciding to just lay on top of him since he didn’t give you much space on the bed.

“Goodnight, Mi Amor…” He paused for a moment, before smiling, “Marc and a very sleepy sounding Steven say goodnight as well…” Jake yawned. You softly smiled.

“Goodnight, my loves…”

This is my art! I made this story! I hope to be able to do this for all my writing pieces but for now this is it!

#Writing #xreader #oneshot #gn reader #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac characters #oscar issac imagine #oscar isaac #jake lockely fluff #jake lockely x reader #moon knight x reader #fanart #Love you

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one-fin-wonder · 8 months

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Can I have the boys reaction to someone info-dumping to them?

A/N: Yes Anon, you sure as heck can. I really enjoy info dumping on my friends so this is right up my alley. I hope this is what you were hoping for! :D

Warnings: I used my poor duolingo skills and limited Spanish knowledge to write the Spanish, there only a few but the grammar may off, I am so sorry for it in advance but there is translations to what I intended to say. not beta read / I’m too dyslexic for my own good, and fluff? I’m a hopeless romantic man. What do you want from me.

Word count: 1090

Steven Grant:

It all started when Steven asked you about your day as he walked through the door. He set down his messenger bag and turned towards you. It was too late, the waterfall of words already was released.

You began explaining how you dived deeply into your hyperfixation (or specific subject you would be info dumping about)

You smiled wide as you explained, and his heart melted at the sight of you.

are you the type of person that stims when you get excited? (I shore am) Steven will smile if you begin to stim happily while explaining.

He loves knowing that you are so excited that you can’t contain the energy, you have to physically let the happiness out

He simply smiled as he sat down next to you. He nodded and began asking clarifying questions.

“So, what you’re saying is…” “Theoretically then…” “Wait! That means…*He connects to another concept to allow you both to be engaged*”

He’ll wraps his arms around you if you’ll let him, holding onto you as you speak about your topic

He will praise your enthusiasm for the topic and vast knowledge.

“Love, you’re simply a genius.” “I love hearing your view and knowledge” “That’s so fascinating!”

Steven knows exactly what it’s like to need to explain one specific topic. He knows that feeling, that specific feeling like pasta water boiling over on the stove.

He holds your hands (with your permission) as you speak, he likes showing you that he’s there with you and listening, it's a gentle reminder.

He feels it's incredibly important for you to be comfortable enough to share these moments of informational rambling. So he tries his best to show you he’s interested, he hears you and that you are loved.

Marc Spector:

He is very caught off guard

Once he knows you aren’t upset or in distress he sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose before nodding and listening

He tosses his keys to the side as he nods listening to you

Marc doesn’t know fully how to react but he likes to hear your voice. The excitement and sincerity in your voice as you speak makes him smile, just a little.

Marc makes his way over to you finally after he completes his after work routine

Like Steven I think Marc would wrap his arms around you but he wouldn’t know much more than that to show he cares about your information

He does though, He loves you, and he wants to see you happy. He simply doesn’t do emotions well.

(My poor emotionally unavailable boy. He just needs a hug.)

He silently listens and only replies when you ask him if he follows,

Finally once you’re done you look at him with a small little sigh and smile and he melts.

You see it in his eyes and the stern expression he always has just softens.

you can tell how much he loves you in this moment, the pure love just radiating, but he won’t say it. He won’t explain the feeling he is experiencing.

But he loves you and you don’t necessarily need the words that he struggles to say, because it’s obvious in his actions.

and god, the feeling is mutual.

Jake Lockley:

this man has no fucking clue what you are rambling about

He will freeze in the doorway of the small apartment, hand still on the doorknob. He’s so confused and you’re talking a mile an hour in an excited tone. He cannot understand you at this moment.

Once Jake gets to you he will take his gloves off, stuff them in his pocket and put his hands on your shoulders (or a more comfortable spot if this can trigger you like it does me. Essentially he wants to ground you.)

“Mi amor, por favor, slow down. No comprendo.” ("My love, Please, Slow down I don't understand")

Or alternatively, he May think something’s wrong with how excited and rushing towards him you are. He puts a hand on your arm and looks around the apartment then back at you. “Que pasa?? Está bien???” ("What's wrong?? Are you okay???")

He would then notice your smile and beaming expression and relax a little “Dios mío,” ("oh my god")you gave this Poor man a heart attack but he loves you all the same.

he will listen but he will make you repeat yourself again

But it’s only because he cares so much. He wants to understand, so if it takes him several times to understand he will put that effort in.

He nods a lot, especially when it finally clicks in his little murderous, spanish, brain.

When he asks a clarifying question he always ends it with “yeah?” Ex: “so when you say the sun is a star you mean like that fucking ball in the sky, yeah?”

He sits next to you, his arms on his knees as he hunches over listening. He doesn’t look at you he’s looking most likely at the floor or the wall as he focuses on your words.

He tries really hard to make you feel heard but he legit makes that grumpy Spanish man expression the entire time. But you know this is just how he is, he loves you, he really does.

This man keeps a little notebook, like those ones for detectives that fit in pockets. He keeps one of those in his jacket pocket and writes down facts he wants to remember about your favorite topics. He is like a dad who is trying to keep up with the trends.

Not that he would let you necessarily see said notebook, he keeps it hidden in the inside pocket with a small pen or golf pencil in the spiral of the notepad.

He pats your knee like a dad too, to show you he’s there. He’s present with you. It’s subtle but it’s his own way of letting you know he’s trying to understand.

He would move heaven and earth for you, he loves your intelligence, your insight, he loves you. All of you, no matter your flaws, perfections, your needs.

So if being heard is what you need in this moment you know damn well he will give you everything he can to make it happen.

#moon knight headcanon #steven grant #steven grant headcanon #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector fluff #marc spector headcanon #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockely fluff #jake lockley headcanon #moon knight system #moon knight fluff #moon knight x reader #jake lockely x reader

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friendlyneighbourhood-parker · 2 years

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Hot Sweet Cup

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader / Marc Spector x reader / Jake Lockley x reader

Summary: You have problems sleeping, Insomnia can sometimes be a bitch. But after the moon boys come home to find you sobbing they try to comfort you in the best way they know

Word Count: 3.4 k

Warnings: n/a

A/N: one of my biggest headcanons for the moonboys's system is that Jake loves hot chocolate so I wrote this!

the reader can be read as gender neutral but preciosa is a term mostly used for a feminine pressenting person and I couldn't find a gender neutral alternative

also If you want the translations for the Spanish parts I recomend you to go to AO3

It’s been years since your family moved to London and still the weather had a curious way of surprising you, the rain hitting the window was all you could hear inside the flat you shared with your partners, piles of books muffled the sound coming from the neighbours and you could smell the freshly made coffee from bed.

You looked to your side, on the table laid your favourite coffee mug with a sticky note on it

'Went to work, love you -Jake'

Of course it was Jake, he was the only one who knew where the coffee was hidden and would know exactly when to leave the mug on the bedside table so you could drink it from bed without it going cold even if Steven and Marc told him not to, yesterday you had trouble sleeping, it wasn't very uncommon for you to spend the night awake and even if Steven never really had a sleeping disorder you actually did.

insomnia, most of your childhood nights were spent with your mom drinking sleepy time tea and talking in the kitchen while your father slept upstairs but now you had nothing to do as your boyfriends spent their nights away 'working'.

They knew, of course they did but it didn't make them feel any less guilty when they came back home and found you wide awake. Throughout the years you developed new hobbies, ones you could do even at night without disrupting the people sleeping around you.

Knitting, crocheting, reading, drawing and baking where some of them and even if baking was one of your favourites you opted to wait until you were alone, not thrilled with the idea of accidentally waking someone up.

You’ve tried reading some of Steven's books before but in all honesty you prefer to hear him read it out loud with your head resting on his legs, laying there while one of his hands played with your hair. You could hear him talk or read you about ancient Egypt for hours until you would drift to sleep.

He didn't mind, always glad he could help you in any way.

Last night was no difference, you sat on the cold wooden floor, your back against the sofa while you read some of the books you brought when you moved in. it was late in the night when you heard the locked door opened, Marc coming through the door.

"Hi luv" you said when your eyes drifted to him

He noticed how tired you sounded and it pained him how your body still decided that sleeping wasn't an option.

"Come here baby" he helped you stand up "problem sleeping again?"

"Yeah, it's hard when you're not around" you cupped his cheek noticing the slight scratches on his face

The suit would heal them but tonight was a new moon and the little scars that shouldn’t be there at all remained still.

Marc asked how you spent your night, trying not to talk about the things that Konshu had them taken care of. You told him about the new cookie recipe that you found online and wanted to try, how in the midst of baking them you finished one of your books so you picked a new one and told him about the package you received in the afternoon with the new book that you had to review for work, he seemed almost as tired as you, trying to pay attention while his headmates talked into his ear, slowly starting to disassociate.

"It’s alright luv, you can relax" you placed your hand on top of his, closed your eyes and remained in silence for a bit.

"You still awake?" Steven asked a bit disoriented

"Unfortunately" you smiled and rubbed your thumb on the back of his hand "made you some cookies"

"Would you fancy some tea?" he asked you while standing up "we can have it with the cookies"

His movements were cautious and slow, you could sense just how tired he really was, probably running almost on the same amount of sleep as you.

"Yes please" he kissed your forehead and you yawned.

How late was it?? You checked your phone, it was hard adjusting to the sudden bright light, once your vision adjusted you saw how late really was ‘four am’

Bloody hell

It was almost time for them to go. Steven placed the kettle on the stove and went besides you to rub your back. Your elbows were on top of the table and your face rested on your hands enjoying the little backrub.

Marc had tried to make you tea before but every time he would end up tired of Steven nagging him about 'how bad he was at making it', the poor lad so stressed about Marc putting the mug with water and a tea bag directly into the microwave.

Of course he would still endure it if it meant he would see you smile at him when he handed you the mug. But after a long night of working for Konshu he wasn't thrilled to have Steven correcting every little mistake he made, granting him with control of the body for the rest of the night.

"Steven?"

"Yes luv?" he kissed the top of your head and you gave him a tired smile

"Can you stay with me?"

he knew what you meant and of course he knew it was pure banter, every morning you would beg for him to stay in and not go to work, just for you to feed Gus two and three while he was getting ready and then give him his set of keys with a kiss as he left for work. Your little routine made you happy and it gave him a reason to actually go to work.

You didn't want to admit it but sometimes it would get lonely in the mornings. Working in a publishing house was great, everything that you always dreamed of but there was so much joy you could have while reading manuscripts to write the little synopsis for the back or reviewing some of the new releases. It sometimes can get lonely.

"I'd love that darling" he smiled and poured you a cup of the tea "but tomorrow's a big one, can't miss it"

That’s right, after he joined a new museum and worked in the back for a while tomorrow was the first time he would actually work as a tour guide, you haven't seen him this happy since the day he got the actual job.

"I know you'll crush it" you leaned to kiss his cheek and took a sip of the tea

Steven poured himself a cup as well, he couldn't really stand the taste of coffee like his other two headmates. Every time he had coffee with you in the mornings he took it with an ungodly amount of sugar and milk, which would translate to his drinking tea habbits; Marc really couldn't bother, he preferred coffee over tea but wouldn't turn down a cup if either you or Steven had left one behind for him.

Jake on the other hand couldn't stand the taste of any tea. Only really drinking it if you were the one pouring him a cup, he'd endured the taste of sleepy time tea from time to time if it meant keeping you company in the nights where it seemed the only thing you wanted to do was talk after you finished patching him up. But what he actually loved was making hot chocolate, the aftertaste of cinnamon and the sweetness of the chocolate comforted him in a way he couldn't explain.

After finishing the tea Steven decided it was time to head over to bed, pulling you with him. You could feel Steven's body next to you, his warmth being enough for you to finally give in and fall asleep, never noticing when he turned to hug you and the light was never enough for him to notice the little smiled that formed on your face.

~☽☾ ~

"Hello luv, how's everything??" you cheered up when you heard your partner's voice through the phone

"Good morning Steven" he could hear the smile forming on your face

"Not quite luv, our bruv decided to take a quick break"

"Oh no, what happened??"

You still remembered the first time Jake imitated your boyfriend's accent, it was really spot on. That contagious laugh he only dared to let out around you kept interrupting him as he told you of the time he asked one of Steven's co-workers out, at that time they still hadn’t noticed his presence in the system and the poor lad was so confused when the girl reminded him of how greatly he talked about the steak from the restaurant they were supposedly meeting at.

"Nothing to worry about mi amor so calm down, Marc's taking care of it" there was his normal accent again, he tried his best to keep up the fake British one whenever he had to front at Steven's work.

Mark tried to do it once, when Steven forced him to front after getting really overwhelmed. Let’s just say an old lady got him in trouble because he was allegedly 'making fun of her'

"Couldn’t sleep more?"

"Not really, thanks for the coffee tho"

"You’re welcome preciosa" he smiled "I'll try to get home early today, because, you know what? yo también quiero dormir acurrucado contigo "

You laughed a bit "baby, you know I have no idea what you said"

"It means that I'm head over heels for you… all of us"

You knew that wasn't what he’d said but it didn't make the confession any less honest and it only made the heat rise all the way up to your cheeks turning them a lovely shade of red.

"I love you too"

"Good to know" you could hear him laughing from his side of the phone call "hey, would ya mind grabbing something for me? It’s on the kitchen table"

"Yeah sure" you crawled out of the bed carefully walking, trying not to bump into the piles of books laying around. There was a package laying on the table “Do you want me to stop by and drop you this?”

“No baby that’s for you”

“Really?”

“¿Me estás diciendo mentiroso? Just open it love” and as if it were more than a suggestion you followed his word, tearing the wrapping paper.

“Oh my days!” You saw the book you’ve been meaning to read for months but never actually found on stock, it was impossible for you to contain the little sounds of excitement and that only made Jake’s smile grow bigger and bigger

“Steven knew how much you wanted it, so we got it for you”

“Thank you!” you placed the book on the table and looked through the window “If you were here I would kiss you”

“I’m on my way amor” you laughed and rolled your eyes before hanging up.

There was a lot of waiting around before your boyfriends were back home and you knew how that time was about to be spent, enjoying the book laying on the bed.

~☽☾ ~

You looked through the window and saw the sun already setting, your felt your lip quivering as little hiccups fell from your lips, fuck this book was depressing. You’ve read great reviews online and the summary seemed pretty interesting, in no point was there mention of how hearth wrenching it could get. For the past half hour you’ve tried to keep your mind out of the story, trying to ground and comfort yourself but nothing seemed to work.

There was no use in knitting or drawing and even if you wanted to bake something you felt too bad to go out for the ingredients you were missing.

So you tried cooking.

Keyword, tried.

You’ve seen Jake making hot chocolate a docent times before so it shouldn’t be that hard, right? Or at least it wouldn’t be if you actually payed attention but your mind only could recall how good he looked on his T-shirt and underwear while cooking for you.

You took out a pot and placed it on the stove and then some of the chocolate that Jake often used from the cupboard, trying to recreate the sense of comfort that it would bring you but the smell wasn’t quite right and neither was the taste, the bitterness of the pure chocolate clung to your tongue. You couldn't even finish the mug you had served, rinsing it out and leaving it in the sink.

So that’s why you were back to reading the book when he walked in, you wanted nothing more but to be done with it already having only less than fifty pages to go. But when the light from the hall creeped in and he saw you sobbing on the couch wrapped in some blankets he couldn’t help but worry.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Marc’s hand caressed your cheek, cleaning the tears that rolled down

“It’s just…” you buried your head in the book and sobbed “I hate this”

He took the book from you and placed it on the coffee table before hugging you, he felt the way you trembled and clung to his clothes, some kissed were left on the top of your head as he rubbed it with love.

“Tell me what’s wrong?”

You tried, you tried to explain what about that book could be so upsetting and how even if it made your heart ache it was too good to put down.

“And then the chocolate” you leaned your back against the arm rest, cleaning away what was left from the tears laughing amused at your failed attempt.

His eyes fell into yours confused before you pointed to the pot still filled with the hideous chocolate that you made.

“Ay baby” He cupped your face his soft touch guiding you to look at him “Did you miss us?”

You nodded, you looked to the side, seeing the reason for your sadness. Your mind going directly to the story contained in those pages and new tears formed in your eyes.

“I want chocolate Marc” a whimper escaped from your lips and you leaned on his chest wanting to feel his warmth, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead.

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"I can see..." both of you were on the kitchen, you sat on a stool while he stood in front of the stove, his hands on his hips as he inspected what was inside the pot "was it good?"

You shook your head. 'I can't believe that' he said before pouring himself a mug but once he drank it you saw how hard he tried not to frown, the unexpected bitterness from the drink being a little too strong. He poured the rest of the drink back to the pot.

He looked your way leaning on the counter.

"Ya ví por que" Jake looked at the mug and then back at you "did ya add sugar?"

You shook your head "the package said..."

"I know, but it usually isn't enough" he reached for the cupboard and took from it something wrapped in brown paper "this is called panela"

He cut a tiny piece of the brown triangle and gave it to you before adding a larger piece to the chocolate, you tried it and the sugariness of it made you smile. It was really sweet but not to the point of becoming disgusting and the taste was different from regular sugar.

"Can you reach for the spices?" he pointed at the rack to your left. It was filled to the brim, something he was really proud of as he gave himself the task of slowly gathering them "there's cinnamon sticks there"

"Need one or two" you looked at him, he noticed how your mood was improving already and it made him smiled

“I think we'll only use one" he looked at the pot and then back at you "it is small after all"

he poured a bit of water to it and you walked up to him, he backed down for you to reach the mixture and you thought he would stay there but then you felt him pressed on your back, his chin resting on your shoulder and guiding your hand on top the pot, near enough for it not to splash once you dropped the stick but not too close for the heat to burn you.

You could feel the little kisses he placed on your shoulder before backing once more, and you longed to have him that close just for a little longer.

"Do I grab the oat milk?" you pointed to the fridge and you saw him smile shaking his head while he continued to stir the pot

On a normal day he would make enough for Marc, himself and you, going to the extent of using that ‘God forsaken awful’ milk that Steven had in his section of the fridge, just so that he would also have some of it to comfort him while fronting. ‘incluso personas sin sentido del gusto merecen probarlo’ he would say often.

"Not today, this one's just for you" he pinched your cheek making you giggle and unconsciously rubbed your face on your shoulder “That’s right peque. We don’t want more crying, alright? Or I’ll throw the book out the window”

You gasped

“Don’t you dare!” you slapped his arm jokingly gaining a laugh from him.

“Try me” he winked with a smirk plastered on his face and now you were the one to laugh.

“Oh I will Mr. Lockely” you cheekily smiled and continued stirring the chocolate “A special thanks for this” you took some with the spoon and tried it. You turned around to look at him, so excited for how good it tasted.

“I’ll have to start waking up earlier” the wicked smirk still plastered on his face. “Para hacerte chocolate en las mañanas”

“And rob me from Steven’s breakfast? No way!” you cleaned your hands with the cloth you hung from the oven and sat back down on the stool

“You can ask him for coffee then” he took a mug from the cabinet and poured the chocolate, placing it in front of you.

“It’s just banter! Please, not you two” you took a sip from the chocolate and closed your eyes.

“That’s what I thought” he leaned to kiss you

“A tad chuffed, aren’t we?” you teased

He sat across from the table and covered his mouth, you saw the way his eyebrows quirked up and his eyes close amused.

“oi!” he said and it was enough to get the reaction he wanted out of you. Your jaw dropped amused.

“You are insufferable” you rested your head on your hand squinting your eyes

“I know and yet you love me” he squinted back

“I do” you said without thinking, you’ve told him a million times before but no matter what he didn’t seem to get tired of hearing it “I truly do”

You were being honest and he knew that, he knew because of the way your shoulders were relaxed and you didn’t nib on your lip. He knew because you showed him in the way you were around him.

He loved the company you provided. How even if you didn’t like watching the games you would still sat beside him while reading one of the books that the publishing house sent you or how you would lay on the bed while he leaned on one of the bookshelves that acted as a wall, he was pleased listening to you talk about what he’d missed the days where he weren’t around.

Like the time Marc had snooze off while watching one of those really old movies he liked when he was supposed to be cuddling you. Or the time Steven spent all day prancing around the apartment while talking your ears off about ancient Egypt after they told him there was going to be interviews for a new tour guide and he was too nervous to mess it up.

He got the job, of course.

Because even before you started dating him, when you weren’t even friends, just two strangers under the same roof who loved the same people. You demeanour towards him was the same, full of unconditional affection.

“Vamos peque” he got up and patted your back “finish off so we can sleep”

“But I’m not tired” you finished what was left of the chocolate and left the mug in the sink

“Then we can just lay there for a while” he kissed your temple and guided you towards the shared bed after turning off the lights.

Walking in complete darkness was hard, more in a flat as messy as yours but you managed to make your way to the bed collapsing on it. Your back was against his chest and his arms wrapped around you. You always slept better besides him.

Peque - little one

preciosa - gorgeous/pretty

también quiero dormir acurrucado contigo - I also want to cuddle with you

Me estás diciendo mentiroso - are you calling me a liar?

Ya ví por que - I see why

‘incluso personas sin sentido del gusto merecen probarlo' - even people with bad taste deserve to try it

Para hacerte chocolate en las mañanas - Make you chocolate every morning

Vamos peque - let's go little one

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graveyardnails · 2 years

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But Tonight Is Just Like Any Other Night

Authors Note: I wrote this when I woke up at 5AM and was feeling not good. I did some light editing, but overall I just needed to express some emotions I’ve been dealing with recently. Also, this scenario would def not work in the real world lol I am aware. I just wanted to write some comfort about one of the Moon Knight boys.

ALSO: I forgot to mention, I got the idea for Jake's eyes from @/glitchedknight on Twitter bc I am not a fan of giving Jake a red eye.

Summary: You leave a party feeling alone and hopeless. Needing to get back home, you decided to hail a taxi.

Warnings: Besides discussions of being very sad and alone, there aren’t really any.

Word count: 1.8K

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It was abnormally humid and hot in Chicago. Your sweater stuck to your body, making it more uncomfortable. All you wanted to do was go home and cry in your bed. Not standing on the road, trying to hail a taxi.

It was way too late to take the cta. The buses also have ceased their routes. At this point, you’d pay $40 for a 15 minute taxi ride back to your apartment.

In the distance, you saw the bright headlights of a car that started to drive closer to the curb. You raised your hand when the yellow cab with black checkerboard came into view. The taxi stopped next to you and you didn’t hesitate on opening the back seat to slip inside. You kept your gaze low, so the driver wouldn’t see how red and wet your eyes were.

“Where you heading to?” He spoke with a deep voice, traces of a spanish accent dancing through it.

You told him your address. He only nodded before putting the car back in drive.

You looked out the window, seeing the skyline of the city you grew up in. It dug a hole in your heart knowing something that you held so close was also the thing that harbored the bulk of your pain. Tonight was no expectation, but the more you thought about it, the more the tears welled up in your eyes. You didn’t want to start crying in this man’s taxi. God, it would be so embarrassing. You wiped your tears away with your sleeve, hoping that he wouldn’t notice.

This feeling was overwhelming, all embracing. It swallowed you whole when given the chance. It made you feel like a prisoner in your body, like you didn’t belong. It was dark and rough. It made your days harder and your nights restless. You always tried to fight it, but there were days where you couldn’t fight. You couldn’t cope. Like today.

The tears kept pouring from your face, onto your lap. You tried not to make noise but soon you were taking short, small breaths to try to relax. In reality, this never worked, but you could never stop it from happening.

“Senorita?” The driver spoke up. You felt his gaze from the rearview mirror, “Are you okay?”

You managed to nod, but you needed to verbally answer to make it believable. You quickly collected yourself.

“Yes..” You cleared your throat, wiping your tears that were quickly being replenished by fresh one, “Yes, I’m fine.”

There was silence and you hoped that was the end of it.

“Lo siento, but if you were fine, why would you be crying?” The driver spoke softly.

You finally mustered up the courage to meet his gaze in the rearview mirror. A sweet pair of downturned eyes met yours. He had heterochromia; one eye was a deep brown, while the other one had a lighter, almost golden half to it, resembling a crescent moon.

‘’Lo siento tambien,” You responded, your throat wet with how much you had been crying, “I don’t mean to bring my problems into your cab.”

The driver's eyes looked away for a second, “You’re not bringing anything bad into my cab,” he assured, “I just hate to see someone crying in my backseat.”

You wiped your tears again, resting your hands in your lap.

“You don’t have to tell me nothing, but I hope your night gets better.”

The ugly feeling in your chest grew agitated at hearing such kind words. It was like a ball, painfully rolling up your throat, making your eyes well with tears again. You tried to hold it back, because you did not want to ugly cry in front of a stranger.

The car stopped suddenly, making you jolt. You heard the key come out of the ignition, and the car grew silent. That golden crescent glimmered in the rearview mirror.

“Take your time, cariño. Let it out.” He spoke softer this time, his gaze breaking yours.

Your chest started heaving before you could even think about his words and another waterfall of tears escaped you, pouring down your face. You tried to cry into your hands, but it didn’t matter. Nothing felt suitable to contain your sadness. It felt so bottomless.

“Cariño, I know I’m only your driver but if you need anything, please let me know. I can -”

“I want a hug,” You blurted without thinking, “Please.”

There was a small pause before you heard the driver's door open, close, then the backseat door open.

The driver slipped inside, keeping his distance. He eyed you almost hesitantly.

You looked at him, tears still welling up in your eyes, and his expression softened.

He looked so kind. His eyes were soft and endearing towards you, making your heart pound in your chest. He wore a newsboy cap that had a few stray curls poking out of it, and wore a white button up with a black tie. If this was any other night, you would already be running out of the taxi, but something was different. Something about him felt safe.

You closed the space between you two, catching him off guard. Your arms wrapped around his neck. His arms weren’t around you at first, but when your hold tightened, he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you in just as tight.

He smelled like tobacco and aftershave. You cried embarrassingly hard into his shirt collar.

He rubbed small circles into your back, speaking softly, “Si, Si. Let it out cariño,”

“I feel so stupid.” You admitted through sobs, “I always feel so stupid and alone. I have nothing.”

The driver held you tighter as you spoke through a heaving breath, “I need you to control your breathing. You’re going to get light headed.” You didn’t listen.

You heard him let out a small breath, “Breathe with me, preciosa. Come on.” He urged with a light tap onto your ribs.

You forced yourself to take more consistent breaths.

“On the count of three, you’re going to take a deep breath with me, then hold it, and then let it out for 3. Got it?”

You nodded.

“Smart girl. Okay, follow me.” His chest expanded against yours and you followed suit, counting in your head. You held it, then released it as he counted to 3 again.

You did this 3 times until your breath was coming more consistent.

“Now tell me what is making such a pretty lady cry.”

You took another deep breath before starting again.

“I feel so alone. I can be in a room of 100 people and still feel all alone.” You explained, “I feel so stupud being in groups of people who are already friends. I feel so unnecessary and useless.” Your voice wavered as the feelings started to feel raw again, “I-I can’t s-shake it. I am so miserable.”

There was a long moment of silence as you kept crying, thinking about how everyone at the party had just tolerated you there. How you had small talk all night that fizzled out into uncomfortable silence. You watched everyone look away from you, sipping their drinks and changing the conversation immediately.

“Why do you want to be friends with people who make you feel like that?” He asked simply,

You took a few more deep breaths to calm yourself, considering your words.

‘“I just want to feel included. I want to have friends.” It made you feel pathetic, but it was true. You were tired of feeling so alone.

“Lo entiendo, pero ¿por qué quieres estar cerca de personas que te hacen sentir así?”

You sniffled, “I like the way they’re friends with each other. They’re always laughing and smiling. They look like they have f-fun together.”

“You need to find people who want to act that way towards you. Not these pendejos who make you cry like this.”

You sniffled. Deep in your heart you knew he was right.

“I feel so stupid reacting like this for people who don’t care about me.”

“You don’t need to feel stupid. You want to feel what everyone else wants to feel- belonging.” The driver assured you, “don’t go where they don’t want you, cariño. You deserve better than that.”

You let out another big breath, relaxing into him. There was another moment of silence where his words were finally cementing themselves in you. You had gone through all this trouble to impress people who clearly didn’t want anything to do with you. And for what? Those people were out partying still, having a great time, and you were here having a breakdown. They were out being ignorant of how miserable they made you, and you didn’t want people who didn’t care about your wellbeing as much as you did theirs. This stranger had shown you more kindness now than anyone at that party had.

Slowly, you pulled away from the hug, wiping your excess tears on the back of your hand. You smiled at the man, embarrassed at your behavior.

“You are getting tipped well today.” You joked.

He smiled sweetly, tilting his head to the right slightly making the golden crescent in his eyes glimmer, “don’t worry about it.” He assured you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

“Jake. Jake Lockley.”

You sat in the passenger seat as Jake drove you home. He played some music and told you stories that brightened up your mood. When he stopped outside your apartment, you felt sad about leaving.

“Ya llegamos,” Jake announced, looking at the small building you called home.

You smiled sadly, “gracias por todo,” you couldn’t find the words to express your gratitude, “I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t pick me up.”

Jake returned the smile, and then ripped off a piece of paper from a form that was tucked underneath the sunvisor. He rummaged in his pockets, producing a pen, and scribbled something down.

“If you ever need a ride again, you let me know.” Jake handed you the paper with a phone number scribbled on it, “I don’t care where you are. I’ll drive anywhere in the city for you.”

You almost wanted to cry again but you held it back to take the paper from his hands.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

You exchanged smiles, “how much do I owe you?”

Jake brushed you off with a small wave of his hand, “Por favor, cariño, do not worry about it.”

“I caused you way more trouble than I am worth. You have to let me pay you.”

Jake shook his head, not entertaining it.

“Let me buy you lunch the next time you pick me up, then.”

“Over my dead body are you paying for our meal.” You both laughed until it faded into silence.

“Thank you, again.”

“Cualquier cosa por ti, cariño.”

#moon knight #Jake Lockley x Reader #Jake Lockely fluff #jake lockley #mcu #oscar issac #steven grant #marc spector #fluff #fan fiction #fanfic #chicago #jake lockely x you #marvel

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thestoriesfold · 10 months

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Tonight's Golden Hour: Part One

Summary: In an attempt to get closer to your coworker, you read his book recommendations. A late night welcomes a visitor in your dreams, and one interesting morning.

Pairings: Marc Spector x gn!reader, Steven Grant x gn!reader, Jake Lockely x gn!reader, Y/N is used sparingly.

Work Count: 3.6k

WARNINGS: Past trauma is brought up, religious trauma briefly mentioned, use of witchcraft, cussing, brief past abuse, reader has a moment of paranoia and anxiety.

Notes: I’m not going to lie to you, this entire chapter was written on the computer at Walgreens. It was dead, and the boss man didn’t care. So tada! Lemme know if you wanna be part of the series taglist in the comments!

Introduction 🌙 Masterlist

Steven slouched in his seat at the counter, mumbling to himself about that damn bird. It was nothing new for Marc or Jake to keep the body overnight, but it still sucked the morning after. He rubbed his face, struggling to fight the sleep that was heavy on his eyes. He sighed looking up as Janet walked out from the office, carrying a book with her as she hobbled. You had taken to the second floor, sorting books into the correct order, putting others back. The task was an easy one, the idea of organizing something so simple came easy. It gave your mind the distraction it so desperately craved, humming quietly as you practically scaled the shelf. Your eyes fell on an old Greek folktale, grinning to yourself as your fingertips traced down its spine.

The book opened in your hands, finding itself on one of the middle most pages. The words came to focus on the tale of Persephone and how she had been taken to the underworld. How Demeter entrusted the help of Hecate, the goddess of magic, of the moon. She guided those at cross-roads with her three heads. To most of the people in your life, the fact that she was so heavily associated with witchcraft made her a target of belittlement. Especially from the clan house, Thirios. For a name so close to the word monster, they claimed to walk in the light. You never truly understood why they were like it, never truly followed their ideals. Questioning was wrong, it was always wrong. The beauty of free thought helped you and your family escape at one point, but it never stuck. Not with your family. Comfort was in what they knew, what they grew up by. And yet, here you stood. The book was in your hands as you read over the story, a small grin on the corners of your lips as amusement ran through you. You were now stuck in London, living a life that was not attached to your old one, to who you were.

“Excuse me?” You dropped the book, body reacting from being startled. Eyes went wide and breathing came to a sudden stop. A reaction that came naturally from years of the clan’s work. “Sorry to startle you, love” Steven’s curls came into focus as he patted your arm gently. His touch was different, gentle. It was unbelievably warm if you thought hard enough. It brought you back to reality just enough to pay attention. “Just wanted to let you know, Janet got us some lunch. Come on down whenever you’d like” he smiled at you. He knew something was off by the look in your eyes. How when you offered a small grin back, how it was like the ones you gave to tiring customers. Brown eyes glanced over you once, he wasn’t sure if he could call it concern, but he didn’t like how you seemed so far away.

You both reached for the book simultaneously. The two of you glanced at each other as your fingers touched, the graze of his warm fingertips against your cold. His brown eyes read yours, offering a quick smile as you took the book into your hand and stood. “Don’t worry about it, Steven. I was just enjoying a good story” you wiggled the book in your hand as Steven stood with you.

His hands seemed to find themselves clasped together, eyes moving to focus on the book in your hands “You like Greek mythology, eh? What story are you on?” He shifted to take a look at the contents, looking down at the page you’d been reading. “Hecate” he paused, hand coming to run his chin in thought. He’d been a mythology geek since the dawn of his existence, but Hecate was never mainstream enough for him to really look into “Not overly familiar. I’ve always been an Egyptian man myself.”

“I grew up in Greece, actually. This was a bedtime story for me, basically” you looked at Steven, his eyes still reading over the text. You took notice how his mouth moved slightly with each word he past over, like he was giving all of his effort to soak it in “I’ve always wanted to know about Egyptian mythology and folklore. Up until recently, I haven’t had the time to try. Any recommendations on where to start?” At that point, Steven was looking at you with the biggest grin on his face. Someone taking interest in his hyperfixation? His thing? If you weren’t careful, he’d fall in love. He already thought you were just beautiful.

He blinked, shaking his head as he realized he had been staring, snapping out of his trance quickly “You want my recommendation?” he sounded shocked, pointing to himself. Honestly, he was. He was so accustomed to being brushed off, past experiences had him lonely and left him feeling rejected, even with his interests “Follow me then.”

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That was how you got stuck reading one book after another once you got home. It had been late in the night, you could feel your body begging for sleep, your eyes burning with the need to close as you finished the third book of the evening. Your glasses rested at the tip of your nose as you slowly shut the book. A groan fell past your lips as you stretched your limbs out, climbing out of the lounge chair that you had claimed for tonight’s reading session. Your eyes scanned the space of the front parlor, remembering the noises you had heard every night for a week now. You practically saddled around opening a couple windows after collecting your barings. The cool night air seeped into the house, your legs carrying you to a small standing cabinet that looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. ‘She hasn’t touched this since Pedro left’ you thought to yourself. Pedro was your cousin, one who has followed her interest into the old ways. But like everyone else, he left for clan Thirios, choosing a false lighthood. With your mind set, you opened the cabinet. In it was old supplies, herbs, incense, mortar and pestle. Your grandmother was always adamant on following your culture’s traditions. Well, your true culture, not the one developed for you by the clan. She wanted to enforce self-enlightenment and use of energy for good things, to aid yourself and others. Never to harm oneself for indulging for simplicities. Never to harm other’s in belief of cleansing their glutton. Your fingers ran along one of the carved and anointed candles, feeling the familiar inscription that decorated its white wax. You’d never committed to the same level as your grandmother. You’d only ever lit incense for a temporary sense of closure, to cleanse. That’s what you had opened the cabinet for, to pluck one stick from her multitude of boxes.

Frankincense would do the trick. You flicked the lighter, letting the incense burn for a few short moments before blowing out the flame. As the smoke slowly rose off of the stick, you slowly swirled it around you. You hoped it would bring a good cleansing to the energy that had seemed to follow you. Your sock covered feet slowly moved around the house, letting the smell of Frankincense take over. The smoke was supposed to do the job of ridding any negative energy from the house. It made you feel slightly more at ease, letting the incense burn down in its holder shortly after a lap. You could feel your eyes droop, barely able to focus on the clock that ticked right in front of you. You forced yourself to retreat, going up to your room to rest for the night.

Your back hit the bed immediately following your shortened routine, face barely rinsed, teeth partially brushed, clothes only covering the private bits. You were too excited to curl under the blanket, to let the melatonin you'd taken earlier do its job. A final yawn left your lips before you let yourself snooze, the alarm on your phone was set, it was going to be a full nights’ sleep for you.

It didn’t take long for soft snoring to sound in the room, your body twitching in its exhausted state as you slept. You crashed hard that night, the door slowly creaking open didn’t stir you. Your head remained glued to the pillow, eyes closed. Your brain was too encased in its nightly show of dreams.

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You stood in a meadow, flowers of all colors seemed to thrive all around you. The glow of the moon seemed to cast a blue tint to everything, adding a calming effect to the scene. The sounds of nature took over your ears, crickets, a babbling brook nearby. You continued to take in the scenery, eyes slowly focusing on what seemed to be a large black dog in the distance. You stood still then, unsure if the dog was friendly. Curiosity killed the cat, and this dog was huge. There was no taking chances, not even in your dreams. You’d learned enough from being brave.

You turned to the other direction, choosing to put some distance between the two of you. Perhaps, you could both have your own sense of peace in this little dream you cooked up. Your head slowly moved to face forward, taking a second to register that there was now yet another black dog standing right in front of you. It looked up at you silently, its eyes boring into your soul. Your breath caught in your throat as two more appeared from each side of your body, rounding in a circle to stand next to the one in dead center. You watched as all three fused, their bodies merging into three heads and one large body. They stood almost as tall as you now, three sets of eyes staring at you almost expectantly. All you could do was stare, mouth fallen agape as they peered at you. A huff left the middle head’s snout, sitting back on its hind legs.

“Do not fear me, child” A woman's voice echoed in your skull, causing you to jerk your head in every direction. Where the fuck is that coming from? Fear wasn’t present in your thoughts, no. Something about this entire thing felt oddly normal for you. You were confused, but not scared. You were eerily calm about hearing a voice in your head. The dog huffed in front of you once more, all three heads looking at you with golden orbs. Their intensity caused you to gulp, your head tilting as the voice sounded once more. Rich, seemingly powerful, and dreamlike “You are safe here, my child. I wish to merely visit, to warn and protect.”

This only confused you more, making you step away from the creature slightly. It’s stare was intense enough from a distance, you didn’t need to be closer “Protect me? Protect me from what? Who are you?” You hadn’t yelled, but your voice edged on the side of suspicion. As it should, this was a crazy dream. Despite the reasonable part of your brain telling you to be afraid, you didn’t stray far. The distance between you and the dog was only a few feet more than what it previously was. Something about the energy radiating off of it drew you in, enticed you.

“They know what you are, child. They know more about you than you do yourself. You must find it, my child” the woman’s voice said nothing else, the dog only stood and began to walk away. You tried to walk towards it, but your feet were stuck in place. A distorted jingle started to play out as the scene changed.

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You groaned as you stretched, the alarm on your phone was becoming an annoyance the more you heard it each morning. The blankets went with you as you rolled off the bed to approach your phone on the dresser, forcing yourself to stand before turning off the alarm. You rubbed your eyes tiredly as the small jingle came to a stop. There was a chime of your ringtone, a rare thing to ever really happen, as you changed into clothes more suitable for work.

You hopped over back to the dresser, your legs threatening to trip themselves before you smack your weight into the wood. The dark pants were pulled to your hips and zipped quickly before you swiped to unlock the phone. You adjusted the small amount of accessories you’d put on, looking down at the notification banner. It was from an unknown number ‘we miss you’ it read. You could feel your heartbeat quicken, a thousand questions running through your mind all at once. Your fingers twitched, tempted to respond, but you knew better. They wanted to see if you would, you knew that. But it didn’t make it any less terrifying. Was it actually someone you came to love? Was it mom? Pedro? Cassias? Vanessa? You backed out of the conversation, tucking your phone in your back pocket with a shaky hand. You looked into the mirror, taking in the fear that rested on your face. A forced breath came from you, you studied yourself in the mirror.

“You are safe. They cannot get you here” Your voice was shaky, unconvincing, but you had to try “You escaped. You escaped.”

The words would be repeated both outloud and mentally as you took your usual route to work, eyes scanning every detail in case someone was out to get you. Every movement you made was quick, swift, like you want to make yourself as sparse as possible. Your mantra didn’t help with the memories that flooded your imagination. It didn’t help as you remember Georigios’ hands on your throat, holding you down as a way of ‘cleansing the darkness’ that had found its way into your gaze. How he spoke with such hatred, how he seemed to smile while doing it. How his grip tightened, a sadistic glint in his eyes.

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“You have a devil inside you, fighting against your superiors, you little bitch” his body would close in on yours, hand gripping your neck as he put his knee in between your legs “The devil inside you needs to be removed, to be broken so it won’t return” his eyes moved over your body slowly, mouth quirking as you made a small choked noise “I think I’ll help with that..”

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“Oof!” your body collided with another, both parties seeming to struggle to stay up. That brought you back into reality, feeling a warm pair of hands encase your upper arms. Too warm, he’s found you, he’s going to do it again. Leave, leave, RUN “You alright there, love?” It was Steven’s voice, it made you focus on how his brown eyes looked over your face. The way his emotions showed hard on his face, the way his worry seemed to shine through puppy dog eyes. It grounded you. He only stepped back once you had gained your footing, smoothing your sleeves before offering you his signature grin “How is the book reading going?”

It was like the dark cloud over your head was lifted, a smile of your own came to your face. So this is what relief feels like. It was small, but it was real. His chocolate eyes bore into yours, like a warm blanket wrapped around you despite the breeze having other plans. “Good, very good” you spoke quickly as both of you started to walk into the library. “I believe I’m starting to have a favorite among the Egyptian gods, actually” you stated as you both moved to place your coats on the rack.

“Oh? Do tell” he turned to you once his jacket was properly placed on the hook. You couldn’t help but grin at how excited he seemed. He was giving you a breath of fresh air.

You looked up at him, arms crossing as you raised your eyebrow “Ah, not that easy. You have to guess” a little smirk covered your features. He gave you the ‘oh come on’ look, mimicking your crossed arms. Just like that, you switched. He noticed how you seemed like nothing was wrong. Part of you did too, thinking it was a way to ignore the anxiety that crept at your throat.

“But there’s so many, we’ll be on lunch before I can list them all” he couldn’t help but whine, feeling both Marc and Jake cringe in the back of the headspace. He didn’t care however, this was his conversation, and you were his coworker. Hopefully, you’d call yourself his friend, he’d certainly like to “At least give me a hint” he demanded.

“You want a hint? Well, Mr. Egyptian expert” you let out a laugh, shaking your head at his antics “Fine. How about I give you one at lunch?” You and him had created a small habit of at least ordering from the same place. One of you usually did rock-paper-scissors to see who would go and retrieve it, the other’s cash in hand. However, you naturally proposed the idea of getting it together, the company would ease your anxiety riddled mind. You didn’t mind how Steven tended to do most of the talking when you two worked alongside each other, in fact it was easy for you. You just listened, put your thoughts forward when needed. Ask questions when you felt the need. His voice would soothe you with how passionate he got sometimes.

He straightened at that, as if every muscle went tight in his body. His eyes were staring at you, slightly widened. That sounds like a date. Something he hadn’t been able to even consider in so long. The only thing that pulled him back from the surprise was Marc’s voice telling him he was taking too long “Yes, of course! Lunch, yes. I would love to discuss it with you over lunch” he answered rather quickly out loud. Blew it.

Normally, you would’ve tripped over your words. Overthinking if he just saw that as a potential date, but you could only let out a small chuckle as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. So what if it was? You were two grown adults “Get to work, Grant. I’ll talk to you at lunch.”

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Janet could tell something was up. She saw it in the way you and Steven would fidget when speaking to each other. She saw in how the two of you seemed to be ten years younger as you both tended to mess with each other whilst working on returns. She couldn’t help but hum in amusement as she watched the two of you not so subtly race for the counter in order to check someone out, eyes catching on how Steven’s smile seemed so bright. She’d taken notice how you seemed to relax and come out of your shell over the last two weeks of working here.

You stifled a giggle as you peered around the counter, Steven on your heels before you hopped in the chair. You wheeled it to the front side, smiling at the stranger. This would be the literal last thing you did before you took your scheduled lunch break. The transaction was quick, and you looked over at Steven as the stranger walked away, offering him a friendly flip of the bird before you stood. He shook his head with a laugh, following you once more as you both went to the coat rack.

“You are something else” he said quietly, both shrugging on your coats. His hair moved down onto his forehead as it was tilted downwards. He waited for you to put yours on before stepping forward to open the door “For you, your greatness.”

You let out a small chuckle as he did a little bow, curtsying like a the dork you were in response “What a gentlemen. Over men should take notes” you stated, slipping through the door with your coworker on your heels.

The cold rush of air hit you like a brick to the face, Steven seeming to fair it a bit better. He still rubbed his hands together before shoving them into their respectful pockets “So” he paused, watching as his breath blew in front of him in the cold air “Where to?” he glanced down at you, watching as you all but shivered from the cold.

“Somewhere warm, with food” you said quietly, your hands bunched into your coat pockets. Your breath was also in the air, and it reminded you of why you hated the cold.

“I think I have an idea. Come on, love” he said gently, guiding you with a warm arm around your shoulder. It was a short walk, only about eight minutes in total. In the cold, it felt like twenty. By the time you’d reached the doors to the restaurant, you were shivering. Steven didn’t seem much better, cheeks and nose flushed from the cold weather (and holding you, but he’d never admit to it).

You both politely smiled at the waitress who greeted you, following her into the seating area glad to escape the cold. She left two menus on the table with a promise to return shortly, allowing you both to settle into the booth and shrug your coats off to the side.

It didn’t take long for the conversation to start, both of you sharing information about yourselves. The drinks came your way, and eventually so did your food. You indulged in trying a vegan option out of pure curiosity, offering it to Steven if you didn’t like it.

That’s how you both ended up chuckling at something he had said, barely waiting to properly chew to respond to the other. “So, you’re telling me” you took a second to swallow the sip of lemonade to cleanse your palette “that you made a statue actor break in order to give you dating advice? That’s-”

“Sad I know” his eyes dropped from yours, smile faltering slightly.

You tilted your head, grabbing his hand gently and offering him a smile “I was going to say that it's oddly relatable” you patted his hand, looking at him as he slowly met your eyes once more. “Besides we all need advice sometimes” you shrugged, slowly withdrawing your hand before you picked up on some vinaigrette left over on his face “You’ve got a little” you pointed to the corner of your own mouth hoping he’d pick up on what you meant.

He instantly picked up the napkin, wiping at his mouth quickly. You could see the red growing on his ears, something that made you smirk. You watched as he licked at his lips, finding it amusing that he still seemed to have such a boyish innocence to him “Did I get it?”

His brown eyes met yours as you let out a small huff, leaning over the table to get it off the one spot he missed with your thumb. You absentmindedly licked it from your finger, unaware at how flustered that made the man in front of you as he watched. He stared for a second, before clearing his throat.

“You still haven’t told me the hint yet” he looked at you with an intensity that you didn’t expect as your attention fell back down to him from the tv above his head. He leaned back against the booth, giving you a lopsided grin “Besides, you still have to guess my favorite Greek deity.”

“You’re right, I owe you a hint don’t I?” you smiled back at him, mimicking his movement to lean back. “Alright how’s this? He causes all nostrils and every throat to be filled with fresh air” you quoted it directly from the mythology book you had read the previous night. You waited as he pieced it together, seeming to be his own little encyclopedia.

“There’s no way you like that bloody pigeon?” You furrowed your brows in confusion as he spoke, it almost sounded personal if you didn’t know any better. His expression lightened as he realized his tone, shaking his head and smiling apologetically “Sorry, sorry. I’m not overly fond of that one. No judgment though, the folklore does make him seem cool I suppose.”

You blinked at him, noticing the change in tone. The corners of your lips slowly fell, and it made his stomach churn with guilt. Your head tilted as he picked his fork back up, seeming slightly uncomfortable “So what about my hint, hmm?” you offered a deflection from the Egyptian end, offering to dive into Greek. Although if he was so heavily opinionated, he’d probably have a ball with yours regarding the Greeks.

He took a second, swallowing some of his water before he cleared his throat. “I’ll give you a hint, but only over dinner. Let’s say, Thursday at six?” how he got through that without blowing it was a mystery, but he watched as you blushed nonetheless.

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Ese Error Es Cosa De Ayer

Jake Lockley X Reader

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Summary: After getting your heart broken at a wedding and being left stranded, Jake comes to your rescue.

A/N. So this story is basically what happened to me this weekend. I was just left sobbing outside the hotel, scared and hurt, and the only thing keeping me together was thinking of Jake helping me. So yeah, there's a lot of useless backstory and this incredibly self-indulgent but this event hurt me really, really badly and I needed to write this to comfort myself. So if you hate it, I'm sorry but not sorry. This was for me. I needed to pretend that somewhere, there was a guy who thinks I'm pretty, who thinks I'm kind and would actually respect me enough not to abandon me alone. Shit hurt me really bad and it was scary. No Jake Lockley came for me, but my friend did <3

Anyway, the title is from a Selena song that will be in this fic. Reader speaks some Spanish bc I am learning via doulingo and spainish language music and just from the friends I grew up around so I incorporated some. Translations aren't exact due to the way translation works but I tried my best.

WARNINGS: Broken heart, men being shitty, a lil bit smutty at the end?

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PART 2 IS UP

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You felt like a fucking idiot. Again.

After all these years, no matter how much you had moved on and no matter how little you thought about him and despite having no romantic feelings towards him today, he still managed to hurt you.

Again!

It had been 3 fucking years since you had any contact with him whatsoever, but when you got the wedding invite for two of your old friends, you immidetly knew you’d see him. His name was David, and he was beautiful. He had these big blue puppy dog eyes and a bright smile that, when focused on you, made you feel like you were the center of the universe. You know the type. You all worked together in college and you quickly caught feelings, before you realized he had a girlfriend. Well, you’re not a homewrecker, so you minded your business. The problem is, you and David had already become friends, and you had become friends with a group of people at the resteraunt. So, you spent many nights with them at bars and watching movies and going to summer events, falling in love despite yourself.

You met David’s girlfriend, Sadie pretty quickly, and you liked her, that’s what really complicated things. Well, that and the fact David and his girlfriend, were miserable. That wasn't you projecting, everyone knew it. You liked both of them individually, but together they were horrible. Both of them would confide issues in you, making things painfully hard when you realized you loved him. And oh, was there so much to love. He was the picture of selfless kindness. But by the end of the year, you felt like boundaries had been crossed. You no longer felt comfortable with trying to fix their relationship, you felt like you were holding it together.

After one particulary drunk night right before you graduated college, you cried in a barn with another friend about him again, you decided it was time. So you graduated, and left the state. You and Sadie shared facebook comments here and there, but David was no contact. Things ended on a good note. You said goodbye to him one night out at the bars and danced the night away with Sadie. Clean cut. You moved on. You were excited to see them again. They were engaged now. You hoped they worked out their issues, but really it probably had something to do with them having a kid. Oh well, that’s their business.

So why, pray tell, were you crying on the crub of a hotel at midnight?

He had ignored you almost all night. Any attempt to talk to him was cut before you could open your mouth. He always seemed to go somewhere else. Groomsmen duties and whatnot. He had other people to talk to. When you saw him standing up there on the altar with his friend, you were delighted and relieved to realize that, although he was as beautiful as the day you left, you felt nothing but the warmth of nostalgia. But when you realized he was ignoring you, when you realized he wouldn’t meet your eye, you were desparate. You needed something, you needed him to ackowlege you somehow. There were brief moments when, after hours of vying for his attention, he gave you a crumb. You felt like a teenager, following her crush like a puppy.

One of those little crumbs is what led you here.

The night wasn’t too cold, thank god. A nice September evening to be married on. You were in a rust-red dress that showed off your breasts in a classy-but-sexy way and appropriately formal for a hotel reception. There was a chill, but you had a thin shawl wrapped around your shoulders. And thankfully, you had opted to wear boots. Boots with insoles because despite being young, your feet were shit. This would come in handy, because somehow you had to get to your hotel with no access to your money and your car parked at none other than David’s. He fucked you over, leaving you in this position, crying off your make up.

You had your knees pulled in, your arms crossed on the top and head buried in the arms, sobbing. Bawling was probably a better word. You felt like a fucking idiot for letting him hurt you again.

You heard a car approach and you tuck your toes in further just to be safe. You heard the window roll down. Great. You thought. Someone to witness my humiliation.

“You alright, Muñeca?”

You look up. It was the oddly handsome limo driver for the wedding. You had chatted with him at a few points during the night. After he drove the wedding party to the hotel, they invited him in for the food and drinks. His name was… Jake? Yeah, Jake. You teased him for drinking on the job (although you think he had maybe one at most), and although he took the gentle ribbing, he also explained that he was technically off the clock. Since it was his own limo business, he’s repaying the bride and groom for their hospitality by driving them to their hotel at the end of the night which was… 45 minuets ago? What was he doing here?

“Cariño, are you okay?” He repeated when you didn’t answer him.

You were exhausted. The dancing and drinking and crying took it all out of you.

He frowns, stepping out of the limo and taking of his jacket, he wraps it around your shoulders. You didn’t realize your teeth had been chattering. It feels good on your arms.

You barely manage a thank you.

Jake is slightly bent over, scanning you as you dodge his eyes “Did someone hurt you?” He asks softly, but firm.

You shake your head. “No. Not like that.”

This did was not encouraging. Jake had come back to the venue to grab his flat cap he had left on a table when he saw a girl crying on the street. Never a good sign. When he pulled up closer, even before he saw your face, he realized it was you; the pretty girl who had given him a cookie. This was the nicest wedding party he had ever served. He had never been invited in for the reception before, and everyone was encouraging him to the dance floor. But you, you had brought him a cookie. Why that had stood out to him, he didn’t know. You had talked to him a few times during the night, and had even pulled him to dance the Cotton Eye Joe. He didn’t do the dance (line dancing wasn’t his thing) but he marveled at you as you lead the crowd. You knew the dance and taught everyone the moves, guiding the direction and flow. You had a broad smile on your face the whole time, eyes wide and he just watched, soaking in your lust for life, curly hair flopping around wildly with every move.

Now here you were, crying. He was willing to bet it had something to do that that guy you were following around like a lost puppy all night. He had watched you as you watched him. The man hadn’t heard you when you called ‘Are you going to talk to me at all tonight?’ but Jake did. He didn’t understand why he was ignoring such a pretty, fun loving girl, but when he saw him with another girl, he connected the dots. Jake was willing to bet he could take your mind off him, even if he wasn’t 6’4, but when a slow song came on, the last song, you were gone. The song ended before he could ask you to dance. He partially wished he hadn’t offered the couple a free ride, but the happy young couple was as deserving of a treat as anyone, so he took them home. Jake resigned himself that you had left and he lost his opportunity. Now, seeing you sobbing on the curb, sealing a dance might have been the furthest thing on his mind. When you briefly glanced up at him when he rolled down the window, your eye makeup was all over your face. Not just falling down a stream of tears like in movies, but all over your nose and forehead and temple�� and arms and hands. You had been hurt badly. When you didn’t answer him, he stepped out of his limo, trying to see if you had been hurt. In the dark, it was hard to see if you had any bruises, seeing as your make up was everywhere.

“Did someone hit you?”

You shook your head, looking at the ground.

“Did someone touch you?”

You shook your head again.

“Then what happened? A quien tengo que lastimar?”

A 3rd head shake. “You don’t have to hurt anyone. I was an idiot, that's all.”

“You speak spanish?” He had said that part mostly for himself.

You shrug, the sequins in your shawl shimmer in the street light. “I took Spanish in college and I listen to Spanish language music so it kind stuck… comes in handy at work…”

A pause. “Why are you crying?”

“I told you, I was stupid.”

You said it with such conviction that Jake felt bad for you. “Is it that boy.”

You groan and throw your head on your arms again, crying.

“Hey now, hey… merida!” Jake panicked. He could handle comforting, he was not good with crying women, unless there was someone nearby that he could punch.

“I must’ve looked really pathetic if you even noticed.”

Does he put his hand on your shoulder? Your hand? Pat your back?? “What happened? I saw he… well he was ignoring you…” He wanted to say I’m sure no one else noticed, I was just watching you intently because you might be the prettiest thing I’ve seen in years. But he didn’t think this would help.

You continue to not look at him. He was so fretfully beautiful, you were sure you couldn’t take it if you saw him in the state you were in. “Yeah. We used to… it’s complicated. But now he’s acting like we were never even friends…”

“Muñeca, I promise you, a man whose attention you have to fight for isn’t a man you want…”

Finally, fucking finally, she looked at Jake, her pretty eyes meeting his. There was the faintest smile quipping on one side of her mouth. It was small, but it reached her eyes. Good, the light was still there. “Thanks mom.” There it was, there was the gentle teasing she had given him sporadically throughout the night when she wasn’t chasing the boy. “But that’s not why I’m crying. Well, that's part of it I guess, but if that was it, I could’ve just waited until I got in my hotel room.”

Jake’s frown deepened. “Then what happened.”

Jake saw your lip quiver. “He left me.” Your voice cracked, a few fresh tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over and onto your dress. Jake looked at you quizzically, urging you on. “His fiance, she got in a fight with a bridesmaid and was leaving. She started walking so I just let her take my car so she’d get home safe, and Davy was supposed to take me home at the end of the night so I could get my car. And he just fucking left and I can’t get ahold of them and I’m stranded here, and I can’t get a lyft because my card is frozen-” Your voice is breaking and there are small choked sobs peaking through the words. “-because the bank seems to think the card was stolen, and I’m stuck here in a city I don’t know!” You break down again. “He couldn’t even look at me all night and then he just fucking leaves me alone here! Like I’m fucking nothing to him!” Your head is in your hands, body wracking in sobs once more.

Jake takes a leap and softly pulls you into a side hug, careful to only touch enough for comfort and not make you nervous. “Pendejo” Jake mutters to himself. He allows you to cry it out again, but as you calm down he starts speaking “That’s a dick move on his part, Cariño. He was going to let his fiancé walk home alone, you were very kind and let her take your car and he leaves you alone here? In a city, I’m guessing you don’t live in?” You shake your head. “Yeah, el hijo de perra es en nino, no un hombre. It’s dangerous out here alone. That’s childish behavior on his part. But-” Jake stands up, extending a hand to you. You take it, feeling the leather as he pulls you up “Don’t worry about getting there, I’ll take you.” He smiled softly. (The son of a bitch is a boy, not a man)

“Jake, you don’t have to-” You start to protest. As shitty as you felt getting left, you also felt awkward with charity.

He held up a finger to stop you. “If you feel uncomfortable getting in a limo with me, you can text the bride or groom where you’ll be, or tell a worker at the venue or a friend. But I’m not leaving you out here.” He looked at you intently “I’m not him.”

You consider this. You hadn’t even thought that you should be nervous alone with a strange man. You trusted him inexplicably. “No estoy seguro… I don’t know if he’s going to answer the door. They aren’t answering my texts.” (I'm not sure...)

“We’ll figure it out, it’ll be okay.” He looked at you, pleading with you to take him up on it.

“Okay...”

You gave a small smile, and he returned it with a grin. “Perfecto, but first…” He leaned into his limo to grab a few things. You couldn’t help yourself, the way his butt looked in those pants… oh shit he saw you looking. Is that a smirk? Fuck, he’s cute. “Here.” He handed you a few tissues and a small trash bag after you blew your nose. Then he pulled a makeup wipe.

“Why do you have a makeup remover?” You teased. “Pulling a Billy Joel Armstrong with the eyeliner?” Honestly, you’d like too see that…

He chuckled “No, I just have a lot of women in my limo, I like to come prepared. Happy brides and heartbroken teenage girls at prom make good use of it.”

“That’s nice of you.”

Jake shrugged “It’s good business” but you had a feeling it was more than that. “Tilt your head up a bit for me.”

“I can-”

“Up.”

You obeyed. Jake took his gloves off and gently held your face as he cleaned off your face of all the black and brown of your eye make up. As he carefully turned your face in the streetlamp light, you studied his features. He really was handsome, sharp jaw, beautiful eyes and plush lips, oh his lips…. You could imagine how they’d taste… He took a tissue and ever so slightly dabbed it on the wet wipe, then went under your eye. He saw you looking confused “I didn’t want to accidentally get the chemicals in your eye.” He tilted your face by your chin as he finished cleaning you up. “Bella…” he muttered. Shit, was that outloud? Lastly, he took your arms and wiped them down, clean of the makeup you rubbed off onto them. (beautiful)

He threw the items away and held your face in his hands, so close you thought he was going to kiss you. Oh god, you wanted him to kiss you. And Christ, he wanted to kiss you too. So, so bad. But he had a job to do. Generally, when he came to women's rescue, the circumstances were more dramatic and the men a whole lot worse. But you didn’t deserve this. You were a sweet girl, kind. You were only in this position because you let his fiance take your car! And this is how he repays you?

He almost moved in, but stopped himself “Listen to me, Muñeca.” And you were, oh boy you were listening. You hung onto every word. “Never let them see you cry.”

He swiped his thumb over your cheek, so close to your lips, but not quite. You nod. He takes you around the side and opens the door. You get in and he knees down, gathering the train of your skirt from the ground and safely into the car. He glances up at you, you are nearly in tears again. “What’s wrong?” he asked, panicked.

“Nothing. You’re just… very sweet, is all.”

He stands up and leans into the car, once again holding your cheek “It’s what you deserve” And he kissed the top of your head. You felt like you could explode. Jake looked at you, briefly frantic thinking he crossed a line. You were beaming up at him. He smiled back and returned to his seat. “You said you like Spanish language music? You like Selena?”

You scoff “Me guesta Selena Quintanilla Perez?!” (Do I like Selena Quintanilla Perez?!)

Jake chuckled “Stupid quesion, I get it. Here, I think this one is relevant.” He put on Si Una Vez

“Si una vez dije que ti amaba

Y que por ti la vida daba

Si una vez dije que ti amaba

No lo vuelvo a hacer

Ese error es cosa de ayer

(If I once said that I loved you

And that for you I'd give my life

If I once said that I loved you

I won't do it again

That mistake is something of yesterday)

You gave him the address and listened to Selena in silence. When you pulled up to the house, you see your car. “Ahí está. With all the stickers.” You turn over and see him shaking his head and you feel anxious. “What? You think the stickers are silly?” (there it is.)

Jake turns to you, confused. “What?! No, why would I-” he shakes his head again, why would he judge you on tonight of all nights? “They are cute, Muneca.”

“Then why are you shaking your head?”

“He walked past your car and just… did nothing. He knew damn well what he was doing.” You heard the creak of the leather as he gripped the steering wheel. “He should be waiting outside for you.”

“It’s okay. I’ll go knock, see if he answers.” You go to open the door, but you feel Jake’s hand on yours, urging you to turn to him.

He’s looking at you, compelling you with his beautiful, large brown eyes “Remember. No dejes que te vea llorar, Princesa.” (Don’t let him see you cry, princess)

“Okay.” You whisper, too busy looking at him.

You go to the door and knock. And knock. And knock. 5 minutes go by. Nothing fucking asshole. You feel the tears come, but you remember Jake’s words. Don't let him see you cry. You take a deep breath and go to knock again. Before you can, Jake is beside you, banging on the door “HEY ASSHOLE!” He shouts.

“Jake” You grab his arm. “The neighbors”

He turns to you bewildered. How do you still care about the neighbors after everything that happened? He continues banging, but doesn’t yell. He notices your arm is still wrapped around his.

Another 5 minutes go by and nothing. His knuckles hurt.

“Jake, it’s fine. I’ll deal with it in the morning. I have my room key, it’s okay."

When he turns to you to protest, but you look so weary, he can tell you want to go to bed. “Okay Carino, I can take you home.”

Guilt wells up in your stomach again. He’s been so, so nice. He’s been a gentleman and more, you didn’t want to keep him any more. “Esta bien, I’ll just walk, my hotel isn’t far.” (it’s fine)

He looked at you like you were a crazy person. “Are you insane? I’m not- god. I’m not leaving you.” It was 1 am.

“It’s really fine, it’s super close.”

He studied your face. You were a good liar and you hoped it worked. “See, that’s odd, because this is a residential area, and the nearest hotel is 2 miles at least. Don’t lie to a driver about my city, Carino.”

You sigh, and let him lead you to the car, once again opening it for you and helping you inside before getting back in his seat. “Which hotel?” he asks.

You hesitate, looking away, but you feel his eyes burrowing into you as he starts the car and begins driving. Eventually you answer, “The Hilton on 33rd and Maple.” You practically mutter, knowing you were caught.

“Jesus! That’s ten miles from here! You were just going to walk?” To his horror, you break down into sobs. “Mérida, lo siento Querida, No quise gritar” (Shit, I’m sorry dear, I didn't mean to yell)

You shake your head. “No es por eso que” (that’s not it)

“¿Por qué lloras?” (Why are you crying?)

“I feel like a fucking idiot!” You shout, looking out the passenger window and turning away from him. Jake didn’t speak, allowing you to keep going. “When I saw him today, I was happy because I didn’t feel anything for him, ya no lo amo… But when I tried to say hi, because we were friends, he just gave me nothing and that just… I don’t know. I just wanted him to look at me and talk to me like we used to, I wasn’t trying to steal him!… I don’t know…” (I don’t love him anymore)

“You were friends, years ago, si?”

“Si.”

“You wanted to talk to an old friend. You wanted him to treat you like a person.”

You flop your head back on the seat. “I didn’t think he could hurt me again. I didn’t think he was capable of hurting me, not like this. He was never like this.” You finally turn to Jake, his face beautiful in the moonlight. “The first time I went out with him, I got super drunk, he wouldn’t let me take an Uber home because he was worried what would happen if I passed out… He drove and made sure I got home safe... 3 years latter this happens. I don't what changed about me, I don’t know what I did to-”

“Stop, please… don’t do that.” He glanced over to you briefly. You were still the most beautiful thing he’d seen in a long time, even so sad. “I don’t understand how you look like that and he managed to ignore you, but I promise you, there were a dozen other guys who couldn’t keep their eyes off of you all night.”

You look to the floor, smiling but unable to take a compliment. “Thank you.”

“Carino?” He called and you look up at him again, he’s as sharp and stunning as ever. “I was one of them.” The sincerity in his voice, the longing in his eyes… you knew he was serious.

You smile brightly at him, your previous heartbreak long forgotten. “I’m sorry I didn’t… I was a little preoccupied, but I think you are kinda… stunning.” You blush, trying not to look away. His eyes were still on the road, but he looked at you every chance he got.

“You are… so beautiful. He should count himself lucky you ever looked his way” he pulled into the hotel parking lot and came around to open the door for you. This time, when he took your hand to help you out of the car, he didn’t let go. Taking your other hand in his, he leaned closer. “I was going to ask you to dance at the end.”

Your heart was beating wildly out of your chest, you wanted to come up with a clever quip or a tease… but you couldn’t. “And what… What would you do when the song ended.” Not your smoothest moment, but it worked.

He smiled fondly at you, happy for an easy transition. “This.” Jake cupped your face in his hands, holding you still as he moved in, your mouth opening to him. This kiss was immediately far from chaste, it was deep and needy, his tongue slippin into your mouth and your hands wrapped around his firm back. He pushed you on the limo, gently guiding your back down onto the hood where he came onto you, his thigh sliding between your knees. His hands found yours sides and caressed your body, mindful of remaining respectful but god, he had to feel you. “You are so fucking gorgous, so damn beautiful. Soy muy afortunadode tocarte (I am so lucky to touch you)

You wanted him, you wanted him so fucking bad, you could feel yourself getting wet from the subtle friction of his thick thigh ever so slightly touching between your legs. When his mouth moved to your neck, you took the opportunity to use our mouth to plant small kisses along his jaw and cheek as you worked up your courage.

“Jake?”

He mumbled and small hm? As he worked further down your neckline.

“Do you want to come upstairs?” you ask, feeling the muscles on his back.

“Oh, Carino,” His hand slid up your dress and his thumb grazed over your nipple, teasing you. “I would like nothing more in this world than to show you all the attention your body deserves."

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