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ijustwant2write · 2 years

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Sleeping Buddies-Steven Grant x Reader

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Summary: Unbeknownst to Marc, Steven has a girlfriend. This girlfriend also doesn't know that Marc exists, as well as Steven's odd sleeping rituals.

Characters: Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Just fluff and it's long

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"Did you really have to be that harsh on those guys?" Steven moaned as he sat up in bed, his body aching.

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you have preferred to be beaten to a pulp back there?" Marc snapped back.

"Alright, alright, I get it. I thought the suit was supposed to be all healing, why am I aching?"

"You slept in a weird position last night."

Steven just shook his head, slowly walking towards the cupboard with cereal in it. As he poured himself a bowl, he heard his phone ding, smiling when he saw who's name popped up.

"(Y/N)? Who's that? And why are you smiling so much?"

Steven ignored him, unlocking the phone and instantly tapping on the notification. He had two messages from her, both sweet, just like her.

'Good morning 😊 hope you're OK after what Donna said to you. That sounds terrible! Sometimes I wish I worked at that museum with you just so I could give her a piece of my mind! 😡 I can't wait to see you this weekend, I've really missed you xx'

Marc was really confused as he read the text. How did he not know about this woman? And how did Steven manage to even talk to a girl?

'Hi, are you OK? I tried to face time earlier but you didn't answer. Obviously it's fine if you're busy, but I'm guessing your sleep is messed up again. Maybe we can go to a doctor together about it? If you want that is, no pressure my love. Anyway, I hope you're sleeping well, I'll message you in the morning as usual. Sweet dreams xx'

"Steven, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I do, actually. Why do you sound surprised?"

"What does she look like?"

"None of your business! Besides, it's all messed up now, innit? Now you're in the picture, and how would she react to that? This relationship is still new, I don't want to ruin it."

"You've got to tell her at some point."

"I know but-"

Steven was interrupted when someone knocked on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone or anything to be delivered today. Maybe it was the postman that had a parcel for his neighbours who weren't in. Steven took the blue strip off the door, hiding his body behind the door, he was still in his pyjamas after all. However, his mouth dropped open when his girlfriend stood there.

"Holy shit, Steven."

"(Y/N), h-hi, what are you doing here?" he fully opened the door, forgetting how he looked.

"Sorry, I know I should have called or text before coming over. I just...I was starting to worry about you."

"You have to tell me how you picked up this girl."

"Worry? Why would you worry?"

"It's four in the afternoon. I was supposed to text you this morning and during work like I usually do but I was late today, and then I had to basically cover everyone else so I didn't have time. I've felt so bad."

"No, no sweetheart, why would you feel bad? I'm the one who's been sleeping all day."

"It's a good thing you're not at work today."

"You remembered my schedule?"

"You sent me a copy of your rota, just in case sleep gets the better of you."

"Steven, she's way out of your league."

Steven was slightly offended by Marc's words, but he knew it was true. He too had been shocked when (Y/N) started a conversation with him. She was gorgeous, and one of the best things about her was how caring she was. (Y/N) never asked too many questions about his sleep trouble, she just made sure she was able to help in some way. Even if that meant giving Steven his space and not staying over at each others places.

(Y/N) admitted (just to herself) it hurt that she couldn't lay in bed with Steven. They couldn't watch a film snuggled up on the sofa for fear Steven may fall asleep. Although it wasn't the most important thing, (Y/N) did want to sleep with Steven, as in, make love with one another. Not because she was horny, but because she loved him and she felt that sex was another layer of connection between a couple. However, (Y/N) wasn't going to risk pushing Steven away over sex, he meant so much to her.

"Can I come in?"

She had been at his before for dinner, multiple times, but that's when Steven cleared away the sand and hid his leg shackle under the bed. He totally forgot about that as he invited her in, eyes popping out of his head when he turned around after closing the door. It was too late, she had already seen it.

"Steven, what's this?" she asked, not sure how to take it.

"It's...it's for the sleep, I swear! I used to get up in the middle of the night, end up hurting myself. And, and the sand is to see if I have stepped out of bed. Oh, and this," he held up the crumpled blue tape in his hand,"I put this on the door so I can figure out if I've left the flat."

"You do all this because of your sleep habits?"

Shit, shit, shit, this was it. (Y/N) was going to think he was a freak, she didn't see how crazy he was. He could envision it now. She was going to rapidly pick up her things and scurry out of there, deleting his number and him out of her life forever. He couldn't lose her, she was the best thing in his life right now.

Steven was wary as she slowly approached him, he had no idea what she was going to do or what her reaction would be. (Y/N) looked upset, and he didn't know what that meant. She snaked her arms around his waist, cuddling him close as she rested her head on his chest.

"I'm so sorry Steven. You should have told me about this, I could have helped...somehow."

Steven was so relieved, instantly hugging her back. He didn't realise how much he needed a hug right now. (Y/N) rubbed circles on his back, soothing the tension away. How had he found someone so perfect?

"What? She's not running away? Steven, you've literally found the ideal woman. Either that or she's as crazy as you and me."

"So, you're not running away?" Steven squeaked out.

She squeezed him."No you donut. I'm staying, and I'm going to help. In future, just let me know when you need help, OK?"

"I will."

"So, I was thinking, since I'm here, maybe I could stay over?"

(Y/N) had just come out with it, she had been so nervous about asking. It was a sensitive subject, but she knew she had to just ask, otherwise it would never happen. The wait felt far too long as she saw Steven thinking about it. No, don't banc down now, see what he says!

"You're taking too long to answer buddy."

"Yeah, yeah why not? As long as you're OK with my...sleep habits."

(Y/N) grinned as soon as he agreed, and Steven couldn't ignore that. There was guilt creeping up. It was normal for couples to stay with one another, he kept avoiding that. He just hoped that Marc would take a break this evening and actually let him sleep. Now all he was worrying about was (Y/N) actually being here.

"Uh, I'm afraid the place is a bit messy, I haven't had much time to clean up. And I don't have any food for us."

"Oh, I mean, I can stay another night-"

"No, I didn't mean for you to go away! I, I was just, um, trying to cover myself, like, just explain why my life is such a mess."

She giggled."So dramatic. Why don't we just order a takeaway, and if you want we can tidy up the place whilst we wait?"

He nodded, surprised when he quickly pecked him on the lips. (Y/N) went to grab her phone, looking up where was best to order from. Steven quietly excused himself to the bathroom, letting out a breath as he locked the door. He had to calm down, he was going to have a heart attack otherwise.

"Steven."

Marc startled him, making Steven whip around to look in the mirror. Marc didn't look impressed.

"Would you stop stressing, you're going to start sweating."

"How can I not stress? You're here with me, (Y/N) has shown up, and we've never spent the night together."

"Never?"

"No!"

"She seems sweet, she's gorgeous too."

"Oi, don't look at her, alright? What if I do something wrong?"

"If she's stuck around after seeing the leg shackle, I think you can't do anymore wrong."

"Babe, you want the usual?" (Y/N) called.

"Yeah love, yeah that would be great. Thank you."

"Right, you're going to go out there and have a nice evening, simple as. I don't know why you're acting like this."

"Because I love her!"

Steven started to smirk."You haven't told each other yet, have you?"

"No, didn't want to scare her away."

"Again, I think she would have run after the restraints."

"Yeah, you're right. I've faced monsters and bad guys, this will be a piece of cake."

Marc politely nodded, not wanting to crush Steven's tiny bit of confidence. Steven was smiling to him, straightening out his top and tidying up his hair. He missed Marc shaking his head as Steven left the bathroom, seeing (Y/N) already starting the dishes he had left.

"You didn't have to do those." He said as he stood next to her.

"You look like you need some help babe. No offence."

Steven was hesitant, but he wrapped one arm around her waist, hesitantly kissing the side of her head. She knew he was still new to PDA, so this was very sweet of him. Leaning into his embrace, she almost squealed when he rested his head on top of hers. When he suggested drying up, (Y/N) told him to leave it, drying her own hands before guiding him to the sofa.

"Can I ask about the shackle? Like, how did you decide to use one?"

"I don't know really." they sat opposite each other, but their legs were tangled up, holding hands still."It just got really bad at one point, I was a danger to myself."

"That's terrible. So you've been going through this by yourself?"

He nodded.

"Well, I'm here now. I'm going to help you. Everyone deserves a good night sleep."

"Oh, sweetheart you don't have any of your things with you!"

(Y/N) glanced down at her clothes, almost smacking her hand over her face in stupidity."Ah, yeah, well, I wasn't really expecting to stay."

"You can borrow my stuff if you like."

"Is that OK?"

"Yeah. I'm sure I've got a spare toothbrush too, don't really fancy using the same one do you?"

"No, not really. Thank you babe." she leaned over to kiss him."Do you mind if I get changed into something comfier now?"

"Yeah, yeah. Uh, let me, let me find something for you."

Although he had offered his clothes, he had no idea what to give to her. A t-shirt was fine, maybe a jumper to throw over if she was cold, but what about the bottom half? He only had a spare pair of jogging bottoms, and though they would be huge in her, it was the best he could do. He couldn't deny he was excited to see her in his things, she was going to look so cute.

And once she emerged from the bathroom, he couldn't help but shyly smile at her."You look adorable."

(Y/N) flet herself blushing, he was too cute."If you say so babe. I'm glad you think that anyway."

Marc kept quiet as the couple spent time together, observing Steven's behaviour. He was still dorky and shy, but it was as if they had been together for years. Steven sometimes made bold moves, kissing her randomly, pulling her back into hugs, playing with her hair, they even fed each other; he hadn't seen him this confident before.

Steven did the washing up this time, glancing back at (Y/N) on the sofa, who had now picked up a book to flip through. He caught Marc staring at him in a nearby mirror.

"So, things are going well."

Steven didn't reply, not wanting to look crazy in front of his girlfriend.

"OK, I know you're not going to speak to me but I can feel your heart beating and it doesn't sound healthy. You're just sleeping beside each other, it's not like she's expecting you to have sex."

Steven fumbled with the plate he was holding, quickly recovering before throwing a smile at (Y/N).

"You've got a good one here, Steven. She's in love with you."

It felt weird to hear Marc being sentimental. Why was he being so supportive? Wouldn't he want (Y/N) out of the picture to make it easier for him? But that word, love, Steven wasn't sure if it was the right time. Especially after the things she had seen in his flat.

Steven heard her yawn, looking over his shoulder to see (Y/N) snuggling deeper into the oversized jumper. He remembered she had been at work all day, she hadn't had a day off yet. He wasn't tired, seeing as he slept all day, but he would pretend to be to let her sleep sooner.

"Tired?"

She lazily nodded as she rubbed her eyes."Sorry, long day."

"Don't apologise. We can get snuggled up if you want."

"Snuggled up? Really?"

"Aren't you wide awake?"

"Nah, I can nap. Or I could read for a bit whilst you sleep. I've got a night light I can use."

(Y/N) stood up, stretching as she spoke."Steven Grant, you are the most adorable and sweetest thing I have ever seen."

He blushed, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. (Y/N) kissed him again before going to brush her teeth, the pair sharing a shy smile before closing the door. Steven rushed to the bed, wondering how on Earth he was going to get rid of all the sand in more or less two minutes. He tried to scoop some up into a cereal bowl but there was too much. He froze when he heard the door open.

"What are you doing?"

"Um, I'm trying to get rid of the sand. For you."

Did this man have any faults? (Y/N) walked over, resting a hand on his back."You don't have to do that. If it helps you then we'll leave it."

"You sure? What if you forget and step in it?"

"It's just sand babe, I can brush it off."

"Thanks. That's really nice of you."

They settled into bed, both a bit sheepish about the ordeal. Why were they stressing? They were adults, two adults who were dating and simply sharing a bed. Nothing was going to happen. Well, Steven hoped nothing would happen, he didn't want to freak (Y/N) out.

He couldn't help but watch as she sat up in bed to take off the jumper, the t-shirt underneath riding up below her bra line. His head whipped away from her once she had taken it off, trying to think of something else. (Y/N) laid down, pulling the duvet up as she buried herself in it. Steven was also under the covers, but had picked up a book from the bedside table, as well as his glasses.

"I love your glasses. You should wear them more often."

Steven chuckled softly."I think I look a bit like a nerd."

"And that's a bad thing? It's cute, yet sophisticated and handsome at the same time."

"Thanks. Perhaps I will wear them more."

"You sure about staying up? I can stay awake for a bit."

"You're shattered love. I don't mind. This is how I spend my evenings anyway."

(Y/N) hesitated before speaking, looking up at Steven with her big eyes."Could we maybe cuddle up whilst you read? You can always push me off if you want."

"And why would I do that?"

(Y/N) shimmied up to him as Steven lowered himself. She rested her head on his chest, one arm draped over his stomach. Steven had an arm around her back, the other holding his book.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"Yeah. I might have to request sleeping like this every night."

"Would you want to stay over again?"

"Are you asking me to?"

"I think so."

"Don't feel forced Steven. I mean, I would love to spend more nights with you."

"Then that's settled then, innit?" he placed a kiss on her forehead, mbefore reaching down and kissing her lips."Goodnight love."

"Goodnight. Don't stay up too late."

Steven had been reading for a while, absentmindedly rubbing gentle circles on her back. She was asleep in minutes. He had to pause his reading a few times to check she was actually breathing she was so quiet. Like always, he didn't feel tired at all, giving up on reading and instead stroking back (Y/N)'s hair.

He wanted to continue this relationship. He really did love her, he had to admit it. However, he didn't want to say it out loud in case he jinxed it. This whole situation with Marc was so complicated and crazy, he didn't know how to go about it.

"Relax, for one night."

Marc was right. He had to at least enjoy this night with her. Leaning over to the lamp, he turned it off, cautiously lying down with (Y/N). She stirred but didn't wake. She held him tighter, wrapping one leg over his. And he didn't panic, Steven embraced it, holding her close.

Steven felt like he had blinked and woken up, though he was used to feeling tired all the time. A smile instantly appeared on his face as (Y/N) woke. Her hair was messy, eyes puffy, yet she was still the most beautiful thing Steven had ever seen.

"Good morning." Steven whispered.

She propped herself up to properly see him."Morning. How did you sleep?"

She had just woken up and her first thought was him.

"Better, still not great though."

"That's still good though babe, better than having a terrible night sleep. And you didn't use the shackle."

"Oh, I totally forgot about that."

"See? There's some progress already."

She slid off him so they were laying side by side, facing each other.

"You're amazing, do you know that?" Steven gushed.

"What? Why?"

"Because, you just are. Someone else might have ran away when they saw what state I was in. But you stayed."

"Yeah, well that's because I-" (Y/N) stopped herself, she was easily going to say it. Oh well, might as well come out with it."Because I love you."

Steven's breath got caught in his throat. She said it. She just said it. She loved him. (Y/N) loved him. Marc could have laughed at Steven's expression, almost wanting to nudge him to say something back before she thought he didn't feel the same.

"I love you." Steven replied, taken back when she dove forward to kiss him.

Their kiss was passionate and long, though Steven kept his hands in a respectable place, and (Y/N) decided against straddling him, no matter how tempting it was. They were breathing heavier when they finally parted, lips feeling puffy, bodies feeling hot.

"I love you." Steven said again.

"I love you."

"It feels good to say that."

"Have you been wanting to say that for a while?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Me too."

They giggled together. They felt like teenagers.

(Y/N) gave him a peck on the lips before sitting up."Mind if I go have a shower?"

"Course."

As she stood, Steven's eyes widened. In the night she had taken off the joggers, leaving her in just his t-shirt, which had also somehow ridden up over her bum, showcasing the thong she had on. (Y/N) knew it had happened, she just didn't feel the need to fix it; and Steven didn't care if it was on purpose or an accident.

"If you don't join her in the shower, then I will."

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starryevermore · 1 year

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hide and seek ✧ steven grant & marc spector

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request: I had a writing idea for steven/Marc. I more or less live in a fanfic fantasy most of the time and I been wondering. What if the reader had been dating steven, knows about his alters but haven't met them, and one night. You're sleeping at his place and you just see moonknight himself walk in the door before changing back to Marc. And not only is that the first meeting marc but the reader is terrified bc scary masked man is actually boyfriend? And I am at a loss of what would happen in the hours and days after seeing that. I found you on wattpad and love your work - valatheapprentice

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector

summary: you have yet to meet steven’s other half, but when you see him on accident after coming home from a mission, you realize you can’t keep this game up anymore.

word count: 1,110

warnings?: pet name (love), not proofread

It wasn’t often that you stayed over at Steven’s flat. While Steven had learned that his sleeping disorder was actually DID and the reason he’d wake up with days completely missing was because Marc had been fronting, he was still nervous about you being there. Marc knew of you, and he knew you were dating Steven. But you had never met him. Steven worried about what might happen if you and him went to sleep together and you woke up in Marc’s arms. Would you freak out? Would he? Would it be a complete recipe for disaster? Whatever it would end up being, you and Steven decided to keep you staying over to a minimum until you and Marc were introduced and at least comfortable enough for the morning awkwardness.

This weekend, however, had been an exception. Marc had apparently promised Steven that he wouldn’t front for the entire weekend, letting Steven have some much needed time with you. And it had been completely lovely. You and Steven went to a new restaurant that had opened up nearby. You watched cheesy romance movies. You snuggled up on the couch as Steven read. You had the most amazing sex before falling asleep in his arms.

But now…Now it was weird.

It was one in the morning when you woke up to a half-empty bed. Steven was nowhere to be found. Shit. As you looked around, trying to find any sign of where he might of been, you realized the two of you fucked up by not making Khonshu promise to leave the two of you alone. Fuck that stupid pigeon.

You let out a sigh, stumbling to the kitchen. Well, you weren’t going to go back to sleep so easily. You were to pissed at the pigeon to go back to sleep. Might as well make yourself a snack or something, maybe tune into some cheesy show. So, you made yourself a sandwich, sank into the couch cushions, and turned on Gilmore Girls.

Halfway into Paris’s meltdown from not getting into Harvard, the door creaked open. You were immediately on your feet, ready to take Steven into your arms, kiss him better from the stupid shit Khonshu put him through. But the man in front of you…That was not Steven. Steven wore the white suit, not the armor that looked like it had been wrapped in mummy bandages.

“Shit.”

The mask melted away, revealing the face you were oh so familiar with but just a slight bit different. Marc’s face was tenser, like he was holding everything back. It was so strange to see the man you loved look so different, act so different.

“Marc?”

“Love?” The armor melted away, and Marc went with it. Steven stumbled forward, taking you in his arms. “I’m so sorry. Khonshu needed us, and Marc was better for the mission, and I didn’t think you would wake up before we got back and I’m so sorry—”

“Shh, it’s okay. Let’s just go back to bed, okay?”

You didn’t see Marc again for a week. You didn’t hear from him, either. It was strange. Even though you’d never formally met the guy, Steven usually kept you updated on how Marc was doing. Now, it was like it was before, when neither you nor Steven had any idea Marc ever existed.

When you tried to breach the topic with Steven, he would stammer and stumble over his words until he redirected the conversation to how big of a bitch Donna is or how he found this new book he was dying to read or literally any other topic of conversation that didn’t involve Marc.

At this point, it was pissing you off. Why were they acting like this? Why was Marc avoiding you? Before, you understood. You had never really met him, and he wanted to give you time with Steven. But now, now you had seen him, spoke to him. How could he keep hiding? You didn’t have to see the guy everyday. You just wanted to have a conversation with him, clear the air and all that. And why was Steven aiding Marc in his hiding? Steven had always been gung ho about the two of you eventually meeting. Now that you kind of sort of had met, he was helping Marc run away? What the fuck was up with that?

You decided the only course of action was to surprise them, to catch them off guard. So, you went to Steven’s flat when you figured that Marc might be fronting. And, oh, you were right.

“Uhh—” Marc stammered when he opened the door to see you.

“Don’t go,” you said. “I just wanna talk about what happened the other night.”

Marc swallowed hard but nodded, letting you into the flat. You went to sit on the couch, Marc taking a seat on the other end. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“I just wanted to finally talk to you. I mean, you’re part of Steven. I fully want to spend the rest of my life with Steven. But I don’t know how this is gonna work if we never meet. I don’t expect us to be more than just acquaintances. We don’t have to be friends or anything like that. I just want us to be able to get along well enough for Steven’s sake, you know? Because that man adores you, and I know it hurts him for us to keep avoiding this.”

Marc sucked in a breath. “I don’t wanna keep hurting Steven, either. I just…I didn’t know how to talk to you.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Steven, he loves you so much. He thinks you hung all the stars in the sky. And I…I was terrified that I was going to screw things up for Steven if I ever, you know, tried to talk to you. I couldn’t do that to him. Not when he loves you so much.” Marc looked away. “All I’ve wanted for him is the best, and I know you’re the best woman he ever could be with. If I was the one who ruined that for him, I’d never forgive myself.”

You scooted closer, reaching out and grabbing his hand, giving it a squeeze. “You couldn’t scare me away even if you tried.”

“Not even showing up in the middle of the night in Khonshu’s ceremonial armor?”

“Not even then.” You gave his hand another squeeze. “Now, how about we order some pizza, put something on the TV, and just try to get to know each other, okay? No running, no hiding.”

Marc smiled ever so slightly. “That’d be great.”

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stuckybarton · 2 years

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Happier

SUMMARY: It's been years now since you had drifted apart from your boyfriend, never found yourself moving on. But as part of the Avengers, one way or another, you would cross paths, never would you believe for it to happen that he lives a life far different from what you once shared with him. With an additional two individual along for the ride. PROMPT(S): "You look happier." CHARACTERS: Marc Spector x Avenger!Reader; Jake Lockley WARNINGS: Open Endings. Post-Moon Knight S1. Mention of Endgame and Character Deaths. Breakup without true closure. Jake Lockley...being unhinged and unpredictable(?) WORDS: 1,317 REQUESTED BY: N/A

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Post-Blip the world was in chaos. No longer did the world have heroes like Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, or Natasha Romanoff. With what was left of the team, you had to recruit as much as you possibly could as people with bad intentions have yet to stop even with the heroes long gone. That was how you found yourself in right now, the Recruiter, as Maria Hill and Nick Fury had aptly called you since you had started working for SHIELD for well over years now, after your time working as part of Mercenary group.

You blinked at the very reason for your arrival in London now. Your past and your present was now coming back and you were to do nothing but allow it to happen.

What had happened in Cairo had been well documented, everything that was to know about your former lover was put up in the air. The things that you didn't even know about were also place in a single folder for anyone who might need to know about his life. It took you years to know about his family, of the death of his brother, of the abuse he had to endure at the hands of his mother and the lack of a father to protect him for all of it. All of it was compressed for everyone to scrutinize.

Marc Spector. AKA Steven Grant. AKA Jake Lockley.

As you read through the reports as you walked through the busy streets of London, you learned more and more about your former lover. The sudden change in his personality had become more clear now, the hot, cold, and distant man had another two alters that you never truly understood until you've read his file. It was such a change in perspective, how things could have been different for the two have you had you known the extent of his condition.

As your journey had you stop at a shady looking apartment, it was now or never. Taking a deep breath you regain some semblance to the training you had done for the past few years. Both in diplomacy and combat. You were uncertain what you would be needing to use for the man in this moment and it was best for you to be prepared to use either if the need were to ever arise.

"Y/N?"

You turned, brows furrowed as the man himself stumbles upon you in front of his apartment. Your intel had told you he was in his apartment, you will have a talk with Maria about this when you get back. But for now, you would deal with what was in front of you--the ghost of your past.

"Marc…" You spoke, trying to repress all of the pent up emotion that washed over you as you looked right at him.

Years had past but he still had this effect on you. In his signature cap and dark shirt, it just made his olive skin more prominent in the colder climate of the city. The same curly bangs still fanned against his forehead and you were itching to just brush your fingers against. Your eyes lingered at him, his whole entirety that stood in front of you. How so much has changed about him since you had left, but still some things still remained.

"You look happier." You found yourself telling him. The reminder of the last conversation you had with the man before you left all those years ago.

He was miserable and you could not console him, whatever you say or whatever you may do, it was left in deaf ears and you simply found yourself giving up on him when he couldn't help himself.

"How did you know I was here?" He questioned next, his brown eyes darkening, stature changing and it was as if he was ready to fight.

"Can we talk somewhere private instead?" You inquired, seeing a few eyes were now wandering between the both of you. Being a key member of what remained of the Avenger, it was bound that someone would recognize you. It spell trouble, more than you wanted to deal with in the moment.

You allowed Marc to hold onto your wrist, dragging you right inside his apartment complex. On the seventh floor, you had watched the run down building and wondered why he would place himself in such a state after all this years. In the silence of your way upstairs--using the stairs to avoid any form of close proximity, you finally arrived into his apartment and was greeted with a much more chaotic state of living space.

"Sorry about the mess, my room mate hasn't gotten the time to clean up." He muttered more to himself than you.

"Who? Steven or Jake?" You inquired seeing through his lies and you found yourself being slammed right to the nearest wall.

"How the hell do you know about them?" He barked.

"SHIELD. We have eyes everywhere. You weren't so discreet in Cairo all those weeks ago." You grunted wincing at the warmth of the man in front of you.

Finally pulling away from you, you handed him the folder that was still in your grasp. A little crumbled from his earlier action but neither of you pointed it out in the moment. You had allowed him to read his own file, for the small snippets of the array of individuals you had recruited throughout the past few years.

"You told them about me?" He questioned.

"I never knew what had happened to you after I left, I never had and I never will have a reason to tell any of them about you or about our past." You assured the man. Even after all this years, you kept the little trust he still had on you alive. "When Maria Hill had notified me about one Moon Knight being a good addition to the team, I wanted to be the one to recruit him."

"Recruit?" He snort finally handing you back the file. "I don't work well with others. I don't think they would either."

"And it's fine if they don't." You assured him. "We just need a system that we could depend on when the time comes that another threat to this world would come barreling in." You continued knowing it wouldn't be easy to talk sense to him. After what your former leader had done to him, leaving him to his own death, working with others would be the last thing on his mind.

"Why me? There are a hundred and one superheroes all over the world. I'm not one of them."

"We don't need superheroes, Marc. We need people that will help even when the odds are against us. That's you, that's always been you."

Those missions you had once shared together where bloodshed would often definite, he still had a heart to make sure all the women and children were in a safe location before the chaos begins. You watched him tense, eyes roll back and a part of you, the more sensical part of you held onto the gun resting on the holster around your waist. It was almost instantaneous, how his posture change, the frown grew deeper on his lips and the eyes you could drown yourself in over and over again in was like a different sea. Darkness that you knew far too well did not belong to the man you love.

"Long time to no see, Mi Corazón." He spoke, the heavy accent should have caught you off-guard but you remembered him back then. This was the angry side of him, the destructive man that had been the straw that finally broke the camel's back all those years ago.

"Who am I talking to? Steven or Jake?" You inquired, hand still resting on your gun.

"You tell me." He challenged with a smirk before coming right at you in one fatal tackle.

#stuckybarton 2k celebration #marc spector fanfiction #marc spector one shot #marc spector one shots #marc spector oneshot #marc spector oneshots #marc spector fan fiction #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #jake lockley fanfiction #jake lockley one shot #jake lockley one shots #jake lockley oneshot #jake lockley oneshots #jake lockley fan fiction #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x y/n

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romanarose · 2 months

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2000 followers!!!!

Graphic by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog 🥰🥰

Wow, I'm in tears y'all I can't believe I'm at 2k!!!!!

I'll be straight up, the 1k celebration was a lot ;-;

And with school, I can't commit to a whole lot especially writing things for people who don't interact with my shit at all. So, I decided to do something specific

My talent lies in series more than one shots. It's where I shine. So I think the celebration will be centered more around my different universes! Acceptable universes will be listened an linked at the bottom.

Here's how to participate!

Fuck Marry Kiss

Pic 3 canon characters or OC's from any universes. If you say "Marc Spector" Specify if its from Seattle or Sunshine. Make sure I know which series bc there slightly different characterizations sometimes. Same with reader. MOST of my readers have a nickname like Little One or Madonna. Example: FMK: IYWBW Santi, Lorenzo, and Puppy Girl reader

2. Bonus chapter or thoughts (or thots)

Ever wanted to know how Zach and Lorenzo fell in love? Ever wondered what Jana and Will's friendship is like? Wanted to see what Guard Dog! Joel and Reader do for fun? Now is your chance! Please be clear if you're looking for thoughts or an organized chapter. Example: Can I please request a scene with how Santi calms down Laci when she has PTSD now that's she's a few years into healing? Example 2: Was wondering if you had some random thoughts of what shows Jake and Sam have watched together over the years?

3. Crossovers!

Want two characters from different universes to meet? Have a cross story ship? Think two readers or OC's would be besties? Think a pair of characters would be fun in a different AU? Come on over!

Example (From Fen): Leather and Lace Santi and Laci meet The Wrong Way Joel and Little one

Example 2 (Also from Fen): What if Sam met Becca.

Example 3: I think Angela from Blessed be the Fruit would absolutely love Candy and they should date.

Acceptable universes to ask for fics or crossovers from:

If You Wanna Be Wild (Santiago Garcia x Latina!Reader/OC x Javier Pena) with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside (Steven Grant x OC x Marc Spector) Seattle (Marc Spector x Jewish!OC) Leather and Lace Universe (Santiago Garcia x OC, Frankie Morales x AfroLatina!OC, William Miller x Vietnamese!OC, Ben Miller x M!OC) Awakening (Reader x all 4, IronPope, FishBen) Darkness on the Edge of Town (Joel Miller x reader, no age gap) DBF!Joel Miller Holiday Fucks (Joel Miller x reader, large age gap) Pieces from my dark side blog @romana-after-dark are allowed too. I have 2k followers here but Ill want to open the worlds in here to the event.

The Wrong Way (Dark!Joel Miller x reader, Dark!Tommy Miller x reader DDDNE) Guard Dog (Dark!Joel Miller x Dark!reader) Blessed Be the Fruit (Dark!Joel Miller x darkish!reader) Puppy Girl (dark!Joel Miller x reader, pet play) Room's on Fire (Reader x Santiago, Francisco, Will, Ben, FishBen, FishPope)

If you have other ideas, just ask!!!

Spring Break is coming up so im excited to do some of these and my commissions!

I CANNOT thank my lovely followers enough for all this!!! I love writing so fucking much and many have reached out to me about fics being healing for them

so, thank you. I mean it. Man of these stories, like LaL universe or TWW have been healing for me, processing a lot of feelings through them and i pu tmy heart and soul into my stories, so it makes me so happy and proud yall want to read.

#romana's 2000 follower celebration #triple frontier #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #santiago garcia #jake lockley #joel miller #moon knight fanfiction #tlou #the last of us fanfiction #triple frontier fan fiction #dark joel #dark joel miller #santiago garcia x reader #follower celebration #romana is blessed

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poppingaround · 1 year

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The fact that I’m still obsessed with moon knight after the show was ended like, months ago?? How, why, what

I can’t stop thinking about them and I just keep falling deeper and deeper omg😭🤲

I NEED HELP

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockely x reader #moon knight x you #and I need help means I need more fan fictions

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blackleatherjacketz · 1 year

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Forbidden Fruit: Masterlist

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Alistair (OC) x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack and you discover you might be more entangled than you thought.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Mature Content, NSFW, Love Triangle, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Bondage, Vampires, Werewolves, Blood, Gore, Injury, Torture, Sniffing, Kissing, Biting, Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Female Orgasm, Kidnapping, Dubious Consent, Jealousy, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Memory Loss, Hand Holding, Face Holding, Domestic Jack

Special Guest Star: Moon Knight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

#jack russell #gael garcia bernal #werewolf by night #jack russell x reader #jack russell x you #jack russell x female reader #jack russell imagine #werewolf by night fan fiction #david dastmalchian #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #david dastmalchian x reader #David Dastmalchian oc

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jakelockleysdoll · 8 months

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Popstar 🪩✨

headcanon: how the moon boys would be if you were a popstar

pairing: Jake Lockley x reader, Marc Spector x reader; established relationship

Warnings: smut, suggestive language, swear words, anxiety, panicking

18+ only!!!!

- side note: grammar isn’t my biggest concern, didn’t realise how similar of an approach I took for both Jake and Marc until now, hope that’s okay bb’s xx -

I imagined wearing Sabrina Carpenters recent tour outfits for this!

In no way is she associated with the story, I am solely using her outfits as inspiration, that is it. I do not mean any sexualisation or harm to and of her. I fully respect her as a human being. Please take in the outfits and the outfits ALONE as inspiration, as I am! respect women and their bodies <3

Jake

MY GOD. this man. He would be all over you as a popstar. He’s completely obsessed and is head over heels in love with you. He would help you get dressed and touch up your hair backstage. “you’re gonna do so well, amor” he says, reassuring you as you begin to have anxiety before your performance. “just think about how much they love you”. Jake seeing you in the outfit above takes everything in him not to rip your white lace tights off and fuck you right on the spot. he couldn’t take it anymore, and would absolutely take you inside a private room and have you bent over. “don’t let them hear you, Amor” he says smirking. It takes everything in him not to do it all over again, seeing the way you’re dolled up. He absolutely respects what you want to wear, in love with each look of yours, though from time to time he’ll ask you to wear the same outfit but in red / pink / whatever he wants. he helps pick out your clothes, the man loves to dress you. He absolutely loves seeing you dolled up, and seeing how passionate you are about what you do. it makes him happy that you’re happy. When you feel anxiety starts to creep up before stage, he one hundred percent will reassure you are going to be okay using physical affection- make out seshes backstage, sweet praises, telling you how good you look while his hands explore your body. He loved having you a moaning mess before you headed on to stage. Seeing you on stage is another thing. He’s obsessed with every word you say, your voice, the way you’re dancing sensually, the way your lips move. the man is crazy in love. Take a good guess of what he does backstage when you’ve completed your set.

Marc

MARC. Marc would help you take out the rollers in your hair, as he admires you in the mirror, a full face, hair in rollers, sitting in your white silk robe. “you look absolutely stunning, baby” he says with his thick accent, as he turns you around and caresses your thigh with strong eye contact. You make him wait outside to change because you wanted to surprise him. “my angel…” he whispers in disbelief as he sees you for the first time, and will do this each performance night, even if it’s the same look he’s seen, because he’ll never get enough of you, and is always in disbelief that you are his. (you would have to resist him being in your changing room a thousand times, knowing how it’s going to end) “Come here” he’d leave kisses everywhere along your chest and arms. He absolutely loves it when you wear corsets and thigh high socks / boots, it drives him wild. If you’re open to it, he’d ask if he can make you feel good, fingers interlocked, as he goes down on you in your dressing room, to relieve the stress he knew you were feeling. Plus he couldnt wait any longer, seeing your glowy Victoria secret model inspired makeup paired with your confidence turned him on. “Let me make you feel good, baby”. He loved everything about you, the sweet scent you were wearing drove him insane, as he caresses your arms and takes your forearm to smell and kiss, as he towers over you. God, they would both absolutely tower over you and you loved every second of it. He’s quick to pick up when something’s wrong, he would absolutely shower you in forehead kisses, reassuring everything is going to be fine and you’re going to kill it out there. He would for sure bring up evidence on why he knows you’re gonna do so well, bringing up the previous rehearsals he wouldn’t dare to miss (no matter how long they were, he loved hearing you and watching you sing and work) and saying how angelic you sounded in them, and that you were gonna sound just as beautiful on stage, possibly even more “if it’s humanly possible” he says. When you’re verbally panicking, marc would respond to every sentence you blurb out, out of stress and anxiety. “I’m gonna fall over” “I’ll catch you, baby” “what if they laugh at me” “they’re here to support you” “what if I muck up the lyrics” “then that’s okay, it’s okay to make mistakes” he says as he has you sitting on a platform, him standing between your legs and caressing your hair. he would be so reassuring and loving. As you’re performing, he would look at you like you hung up the stars for him. He would be in absolute awe of you, and still cannot believe you are real, sharing your light with this earth. He scans you, and reads you like a book. he can tell when you’re getting nervous, and will mouth sweet words to you “it’s okay, baby” “you’re alright” as he gives you a reassuring look. He’s obsessed and loves the way your legs look on stage, decorated in lace, glowing in the beautiful light. you would dance sensually, being the biggest tease to him knowing he’s watching your every move, and knowing damn well what he’s going to do to you right after you finish your performance. “you did so good, baby” he kisses you on the forehead. “now I’m gonna show you what happens to brats when they tease me like that” he says smirking, grabbing your hand and leading you to your room. afterwards, he’d lean onto you, caressing your face, looking into your eyes and admiring your features, telling you how proud he is of you. His brows are furrowed, eyes on your lips, caressing it with his thumb pad “you were incredible, baby”.

thank you for reading xoxo mwahh 🎀

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pedroshotwifey · 3 months

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Badly described WIP poll

Ty for tagging me @nerdieforpedro!! ❤️

Gonna cheat a bit and use some of my idea that aren’t 100% in progress yet

Tags: @kewwrites @princessanglophile @superhoeva @sweetercalypso @survivingandenduring @callachloe @yorksgirl

#sorry these are really terrible 🤣#pedro pascal #fan fiction #ao3 #pedro pascal smut #smut #fic rec #pedro pascal characters #fluff #the mandalorian #luke skywalker #dinluke #jack daniels x you #javier peña x reader #marcus moreno fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #marc spector

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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.

— — —

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.

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

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Leap of Faith - Moon Knight

Whoops, it’s been a Hot Minute Decade since I posted.

Here, have some Moonboys finding out F!Reader is pregnant to make up for it!

Leap of Faith - The Moon Boys have three very different reactions to finding out F!Reader is carrying their child. Available on AO3 Here!

Female! Reader, Pregnant! Reader. Angsty Fluff with a Happy Ending.

Unbeta’d, please excuse any strangeness!

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You anxiously adjust the two mirrors you’ve set up on the desk near the bed, take a deep breath, and finally take the plunge.

“Hey Steven, have you got a minute?”

Steven’s head appears around a bookcase. “Of course, my love, what is it?”

You smile at his adorable image - a book in each hand, glasses perched half way down his nose, green jumper (slightly too big of course) softening his edges.

“Can you come here?” You pat the bed beside you, and see a split second of worry warring with expectation pass across his face. He takes a few steps towards you.

“Everything alright, love?” He seems to have forgotten the books in his hands. You reach for them, and when he relinquished them you gently set them aside.

“Yeah, I just want to talk to you for a minute. And, um, are Marc and Jake around?”

Steven is starting to look concerned. His movements are measured as he sits next to you on the bed. He glances at the mirrors you’ve set up on the desk across from you both.

“Yeah, they, um, hang on…” he zones out for a second, then his eyes dart between the mirrors. His worried gaze settles on your face. You glance at the mirrors, but of course only see two slightly different angles of you and Steven sitting on the bed.

“… are they…?” You gesture towards the mirrors.

Steven blinks. “Uh, yeah, they’re here. What’s going on? Is everything alright?”

Your gaze flicks to the mirrors again. “Where…?”

It takes Steven a moment to understand, his wringing hands unlock long enough for him to gesture vaguely left then right. “Marc, Jake. Love… You’re worrying us.”

He goes to reach for your hands, but they’re grasped firmly in your lap. His hands drop to his own lap and he dismisses any further thought, too caught up in his steadily growing panic. Jake, however, studies your clasped hands.

Steven’s leg is jiggling against the side of the bed now, and you're sure he’s picking up on your own nerves as you suddenly start to worry how they’re going to react. He utters your name softly, imploringly, and it gives you the push you need. You take a few steadying breaths, flip the thing in your hand upright and hold it out where all three men can see it. You anxiously focus on Steven’s face. He’s momentarily confused. “…What’s that…?” He studies the rectangular, white plastic stick, takes in the two blue lines in the little window at the centre, and a few seconds later his face goes blank.

The little bit of excitement you’d been feeling underneath the nerves just withers and fades away.

“Steven?” His face doesn’t change. “Marc? Jake?” You glance at the mirrors, although of course you see nothing of the other two men. You suddenly feel hollow. Your gaze drops to the stick as your hands fall into your lap taking the offending item with them. your voice comes out weaker than you’d have liked.

“Um, we can talk about it. It’s still really early on so-“

For a split second your fight or flight response is triggered - the arms around you are unexpected, and your instincts are blindsided. Then the thick New York accent filters through the fog in your brain and you tune in to Jake’s reaction.

“ - a baby? I’m gonna be a daddy? That’s - it’s - darlin’ we’re having a little us!” And as he works to express his excitement, he peppers your face with kisses. One hand moves from caressing your back, to resting on your belly, warm, gentle, protective. His mouth is still opening and closing but now he’s run out of words, and he’s… well he’s glowing. He looks up at you with damp, glittering eyes. You can’t help the grin that splits across your face.

“Yeah, Jake, we’re gonna be a family.” Then something occurs to you, and your smile falters. Of course Jake reads it straight away. “What’s wrong darlin’?”

You swallow with difficulty. “Where are…? Are Marc and Steven ok?”

A blank expression passes across Jake’s face. Of the three of them, he uses reflections to communicate the least. He prefers to just talk to his alters through their headspace. You wait as patiently as you can.

“Uhhhh… Yeah, Steven is…” his head tilts slightly “… I guess it’s like his brain is rebooting right now. He’s just getting up to speed. Marc is…” he trails off, a slight twist to his mouth. That slight twist is echoed in your stomach.

“Is he angry?”

Jake’s expression changes immediately. “No! No he’s…” he searches for a word. You try to supply it.

“Upset?”

Jake shakes his head vigorously. “No, Darlin’, no. He’s… freaking out a bit, that’s all. But Steven and I can -“ Jake doesn’t get to finish his sentence before his face completely changes and an English accent starts pouring a jumble of words into the air between you.

“- oh my days, I can’t believe it! Well I can, obviously, I’m not calling you a liar or anything, I swear, but I just - me, a daddy! And you! You're going to be a mummy! Not a mummy like the dead Egyptians, of course -“

And his hands are gently touching every part of you he can reach - your face, shoulders, arms, stroking your legs, and finally they hover over your belly. He looks at you almost hesitantly, and you can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up your throat.

“With the things we did that put this baby in me, you don’t need permission to touch my stomach now Steven.” You relish the flush on his cheeks for a few seconds before he’s suddenly, gently, guiding you to lay back on the bed. The flush of embarrassment at your reminder of how you got to this moment is replaced by a flash of pure desire and heat, then almost immediately replaced with a watery-eyed softness. He hovers over you where you lay, propping himself up on one arm as his free hand gently lifts your shirt away from your stomach. You can’t help the flush of pleasure as his fingertips graze your skin, and you can’t hold in the moan it causes. Steven’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Uhm, I don’t know…” his hand has frozen where it is, and it takes you a minute to trace his train of thought. You smirk. “We can still have sex Steven, ‘til right near the due date. We might need to be a bit creative in the last couple of months but I don’t intend to be giving that up. Besides, some people say you should do it more right before your due date to encourage the baby to arrive quickly.” You watch Steven file that away for later, then he’s back to being mesmerised by your soft belly. His hand gently lowers onto your skin, and you watch the wonder cross his face as he really considers what’s happening here. You can almost hear his thoughts whirling around.

“Oh love…” he sighs happily. It lasts just a few seconds.

You see the change instantly. The tension in his shoulders, the stillness in his face and body. Marc has arrived. He doesn’t move for a minute, and you call for him softly. “…Marc?”

His eyes flick sideways at you, but otherwise he’s still a statue. The tension radiates from him. His head bows so far down it’s practically touching your stomach beside his hand.

“I… Baby-“ he flinches at the pet name now “- I’m…”

Whatever it is, he can’t say it. He visibly struggles long enough for you to start feeling that fear again. Finally he grinds out through a broken throat “I don’t think I can do this.” You watch a tear fall from his cheek, feel it hit the sensitive skin of your belly.

Panic begins to swell in your chest. You know Jake and Steven are fully behind this big step, but if Marc isn’t…

“Why not?” Your voice is soft. He shakes his head slightly. Then he’s sitting up, pulling his knees up and resting his elbows on them as his hands tug at his inky curls almost violently. You slowly sit up beside him.

“I… it’s not like I had the best role models. And… I’m broken, you know? I’m not stable enough. I’m not safe for either of you to be around. I’ve killed people, I still do, even though it’s Jake doing it now, it’s still these hands. And what if I lose it? What if I lose control one day and hurt the kid? What if someone comes after us because of what I’ve done in the past, what we still do now? What about-“ the flood gates have opened and Marc’s terror is pouring into the room. You grab his hands, shake them to get his attention. “Marc -“

His gaze snaps to your face, and he utters in a voice so broken it guts you. “I can’t take care of our baby.”

He starts to shake his head, and it takes you a minute to realise he’s communicating with Steven and Jake. His murmured words begin to cycle like a mantra. “No, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t I can’t Ican’tIcan’tIcan’t-“

And you find yourself grabbing his face. “Marc! Stop!”

His dark eyes squeezed shut so hard he must be seeing flashing lights behind his closed lids.

“You can. And you know you can because you’ve already raised someone, and they turned out just fine.”

That throws Marc. He looks up at you with watery eyes. “-what? Who?”

You smile softly at him, holding your tears in for dear life. “Steven. You raised him from when you were a child yourself. You sent him postcards from your mum, got him a place to live, a job at a museum that he loved… and you’re not alone are you?”

You can practically see him processing it all somewhere behind his panic. His voice is raw when he speaks. “I don’t want you to end up a single parent.”

You chuckle. “I won’t. This baby is the most blessed child in the world. He’s got three amazing dads. I didn’t even get one. I’m pretty sure that between you, you’ll cover all the bases. And if you ever get worried, you can help each other out.”

Marc’s gaze moves to the mirrors. It’s a long couple of minutes of watching a silent conversation through Marc’s face before you see his expression finally break, and he slowly turns his attention back to you. The earlier all encompassing terror has now diminished somewhat, a light of hesitant hope in his dark eyes.

“Okay.”

Your eyebrows raise into your hairline. “Okay?”

Marc’s throat bobs as he swallows hard. “Yeah. Okay. It’s - I mean, I’ve got a great example of what not to do, so…”. He offers a small, self deprecating smile.

Your heart breaks a little. You gently lay your palm against his face. “This baby is going to be the most loved child that ever existed.”

A long sigh deflates him, the tension leaking out of him and leaving him dragging you bonelessly down to the mattress with him. His voice is softer now, muffled where he buries his face in your neck as he mutters in your ear “this baby is going to be the most fucking spoilt child that ever existed, I swear.”

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Praying for Love

Marc Spector X Stripper f!Reader

Not Beta Read - For the @moonknight-events Bingo Event!

Prompt: "Beg."

Summary:

Marc comes to the club where you work every week religiously. He always asks you the same question, and you always give him the same answer, no matter how pretty he looks when he's begging.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, stripper reader, dirty talk, begging, teasing, lap dance, coming in pants, drinking, mentions of (Marc) being drunk.

Word Count: 1.1k

You stood between Marc’s legs, dancing the same dance you did every other night he waltzed into the club. He grabbed onto your hips, his hands squeezing tighter than usual.

“Marc, you know you’re not supposed to–”

“I didn’t come here for a lecture, honey.”

You bent over, planting your ass in his face the way he liked. You felt him tuck some bills into your panties right in front of your cunt.

He chuckled, “oh, you’re wet, having a good time?”

You turned around and looked down at him, “not as good a time as you,” you nodded, staring right at the bulge in his pants.

His cheeks flushed, and he scowled coldly at you. Despite being a difficult man, Marc was one of your favorite, and best customers. He was easy to pull a few hundred dollars out of every night with the simple act of making him think you loved him. The man was so desperate for affection and touch he’d be willing to spend any amount just to have you lie to him.

That’s not to say that you didn’t care for him in some way. You weren’t heartless, but you cared about him the way a grocery store clerk might care about the old woman sharing her life story at the checkout line unprompted. You could call it natural human empathy. Marc was a sad man, and you were trying to pay rent. The two of you had a symbiotic relationship.

He didn’t want a real relationship anyway.

You carded your fingers through his lightly gelled hair, climbing into his lap one leg at a time and straddling him. You lowered yourself so you were brushing against his bulge, rubbing your cunt along the hard length of him. You bit your lip.

“So hard for me, Marc, so big,” you leaned in, kissing the skin right below his earlobe.

“Fuck, honey,” he whispered in a raspy tone, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath.

You churned your hips more, whining into his ear and making sure to sound desperate. He liked when you really acted like you wanted him. It wasn’t far from the truth. Of all the men you’d danced for in the bar, Marc was in the top five that you’d consider actually sleeping with. You weren’t going to though. You had a strict policy of not sleeping with your customers. They tended to get too attached.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t ruin a pair of pants or two though. It always kept them coming back for the hopes that next time you might give them more.

“When are you gonna let me fuck that pretty little cunt, hm?” He asked in a low grumble.

You chuckled, “maybe if you beg real nice I’ll consider it.”

Marc sneered at you, lip curling up in a snarl. He grabbed your asscheeks roughly, eyes locking onto yours while he looked at you from under his lashes. He always got a little rough when he was that drunk, and you liked it.

“Just fuck me, come on.” He rubbed the meat of your hip, trying very clearly to keep his composure.

“You gotta do better than that,” you whispered, grinding your crotch even harder against his.

“Fuck, just take it out, please, just sit on my dick for a second baby. Just a goddamn second. I won’t tell,” he looked up at you, eyes pleading desperately.

You dragged yourself along his clothed bulge again, watching his eyelashes flutter so pretty.

“You want this?” You rocked yourself on him again. “You want my pussy baby?”

You moaned in his ear, peppering soft kisses along his jawline in between each breath you took.

“Beg,” you demanded.

He growled and held your hips against his lap tightly, rutting upward and breathing heavy.

“I’ll give you a thousand dollars just to let me stick the tip in. Just let. me. fuck. you.” He breathed.

You tutted, rolling yourself over him more, moving your body in a dancing motion like you were supposed to all along.

“Is that all you think I’m worth? A thousand bucks?” You chuckled. “I’m not a cheap whore, try again big spender.”

You bit your lip and you could tell you were starting to get under his skin. He pressed his lips together in a thin line, you felt his cock getting impossibly hard underneath you. You could hear his breathing grow more ragged. If looks could kill, Marc Spector killed you ten times over just now.

“Honey, I’m not gonna last much longer and I know you want this. That little pussy of yours is so wet, why don’t you give it what it wants, hm?” He tucked his fingers into the leg of your panties, under the bills he’d put in there and he brushed his knuckle against your swollen clit.

You leaned in and whispered, “baby boy, I’ve been wet since my shift started a couple hours ago. You’re not special for making me horny. I do this job for a reason.”

His brow turned up and stitched together in the most pathetic look you’d ever seen on a man. He sucked in his bottom lip and looked up at you, eyes pleading desperately.

“What do I have to do,” he conceded his ego, and for that you almost - almost - gave in.

“Be a good boy and come for me,” you said against his ear, flicking his lobe with the tip of your tongue.

As if his body was under your command, he came, cock twitching wildly against the zipper of his pants. You sighed, kissing his neck and nipping at the skin as if to leave a little mark for him to enjoy in the mirror the next day when he was sober and regretting his life choices. He jolted, holding you tight against his lap, his cum soaking through onto your thighs. After a moment, Marc’s breathing returned to normal after a moment, and his chest stopped heaving against yours.

You leaned back, grabbing his hand and pulling his finger from your panties. You brought his hand up to your mouth, popping the arousal slick digit into your mouth, sucking it free of your juices before kissing it and putting it back down at his side. You left him with a kiss on the cheek and a tap on his nose with your index.

“I’ll be back next time, honey, and next time I’m gonna feel that cunt,” he slurred on his way out the door.

“I’ll look forward to it,” you smirked, knowing full well that you’d have the same song and dance next time, and every time after that.

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ijustwant2write · 2 years

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Communicating-Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant

(GIF credit to @luke-skywalker)

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Summary: After a hard day, all (Y/N) wants to do us rant to her boyfriends. But Marc ends up making things worse, and becomes jealous of Steven who seems to solve everything.

Characters: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, fluff

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(Y/N) was frustrated, and that was putting it lightly. She had the worst morning at work, despite only being in for half a day, then when she went to her friend's birthday lunch, all two of the girls could do was argue with each other; turns out, one of them had been sleeping with the other girl's boyfriend, so the argument was justified, except for when they began to get physical with one another. In fact, the whole week had been going downhill for her.

She could crashed on the sofa as soon as she got in the flat. Dragging her feet along the floor, she mumbled a hello to the two fish, before throwing herself back onto the sofa. As she kicked off her shoes, she heard the bathroom door open, Marc walking out. She knew who was present now, but it was incredibly confusing a few months ago.

"Woah, what happened to you?" Marc asked as he approached her.

She didn't like how he worded that."You could just say hello and ask how I am."

"I just did."

"No, Marc, no." Steven could already see this going bad.

(Y/N) huffed, rubbing her eyes."I've had the shittiest day. So my manager had a go at me because I was working a half day, she called me selfish and not a team player, even though she was happy to book it off for me all those weeks ago. Then I was relieved to go meet up with the girls, thinking we would have a lovely meal together. But nope. Turns out Lisa has been sleeping with Erika's boyfriend, and it may as well have been WWE in that restaurant. And just this whole week really. Everyone has been negative, nothing is getting done. Urgh, it's just been a lot."

"Well, it's done now."

Marc didn't mean to sound blunt, he was genuinely having a normal conversation. However, (Y/N) took it the wrong way.

"What's wrong? Has something happened whilst I was out?"

"What? No? Why would you ask?"

"Your tone, it's just very sharp right now."

"It isn't."

"It is."

"Babe, you didn't even say hello when I came in."

"Neither did you."

She huffed."Whatever."

"What have I done wrong?"

"Are you listening to yourself Marc?"

"Nothing. Look, I'm just upset about the day I've had."

"Then leave it at the door, it's done now."

"Maybe I should take over-"

"Marc! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Marc was genuinely confused, growing angry over something so little."What I meant was just forget about it! It's happened, you're home, there's nothing else you can do."

"You don't have to sound so cruel about it! I just wanted to rant to you, get all my feelings out. Instead you've just pissed me off even more."

She stood from the sofa, throwing her handbag to the floor as she made her way over to the bed. Stripping herself of her coat, (Y/N) said nothing as she laid down, curling up into a ball facing away from Marc.

"Look what you've done."

"Me?!" Marc harshly whispered, whipping around to face a mirror where Steven was glaring back."What the hell just happened? I don't know what I've done!"

"Let me take over, it will be better if I handle it."

"No, I'm going to deal with this, I don't need your help."

Before Steven could argue back, Marc approached (Y/N), sitting on the edge of the bed. Although he was determined to sort this, he didn't know where to start.

"Do...do you want a hug?"

(Y/N) rolled over to look at him in disbelief. He had no clue what he had done or how to comfort someone.

"Marc, you're going to make this worse if you keep talking."

"What's with the attitude?"

"I'm not your teenage daughter Marc, speak to me like an adult, like your girlfriend."

"I'll speak to you like an adult when you act like one."

"Mate."

Now Marc knew he had fucked up. (Y/N) shook her head, he saw the tears begin to fall. She rolled back over, her voice snappy as she spoke.

"Go away Marc."

That didn't mean for Marc to physically leave the flat. That meant she wanted him gone and Steven to be with her instead. He hated when she did this. It made him feel invalid. She never told Steven to go away. But he was angry, and he wanted nothing more than to leave the situation.

Steven quickly took over, quicker than expecting, gasping a little when he had the control. He had to pick up the pieces, something that annoyed him. Marc had to learn.

"(Y/N)?" he softly said, he was so different to Marc."Love, do you want to talk?"

When she didn't move, Steven cautiously moved closer, slowly lying down behind her, spooning her as he wrapped one arm around her. He kissed her bare shoulder, feeling her body shake as she started crying.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?, has something besides today happened?"

"No, it's a mix of things." (Y/N) cried, gripping onto the arm wrapped around her.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"He'll be listening."

"Who? Marc?"

"It's just...it's not just him, for starters. Yes, this week has been hell. Honestly, coming home to you two is always great, it's been such a relief. But Marc just has to ruin it. I can't say anything without a remark, or if something annoys me he has to quip back. I get you're two different people, but after days like these I just want to get my feelings out of my system and cuddle. Marc doesn't get that."

Marc was listening to everything she said. He felt like a dick. He understood why (Y/N) always wanted Steven when she was upset. It was true that he was better at handling it. It hurt that he was the reason she was crying though.

"You know he cares about you right? He might not be as soft as I am, but he does."

"I know, and I feel bad for saying stuff like this. It's how I feel though."

"Dont feel bad, you're expressing your feelings."

"I can't help it. Especially after all you guys do, you don't exactly want to come back from a fight to listen to your girlfriend complain about her normal life."

"Yeah, sometimes the bad guys are easier."

She let out a little giggle. Steven smiled at the sound.

"He's so mad at me, I can feel it." (Y/N) sniffled.

"No, he's never mad at you."

"Yes he is, Steven."

"I would use the word annoyed."

"I guess that's a little better. Do you see him when he gets angry? He looks like he wants to shout and scream at me."

"I do?"

"I'm not scared of him, I know he's not going to hurt me."

"I would never."

"I hate arguing with either of you. You're just easier to resolve with."

"I think you two should talk."

"Not yet, please. I need a moment."

Steven agreed, letting them lie in silence together. He always wanted (Y/N) to be happy, it hurt him so much to see her cry. However, Marc had to step up and take responsibility for these arguments; Steven feared that Marc would push (Y/N) away if he didn't change.

"I need to speak to her."

"Not yet." Steven mumbled back.

"Hm?" (Y/N) perked up."Is that Marc?"

"Yeah. He wants to talk."

"That makes a change." she winced at her tone."Sorry, I didn't mean to be harsh."

"Maybe you should talk now. He's really regretting what he said."

(Y/N) thought for a moment. She was nervous to speak to him. Although she knew they would make up and put it behind them, she wasn't in the mood to start crying again. Slipping out of Steven's hold, she sat up, bringing her knees up to her chest. Wiping at her wet cheeks, (Y/N) sighed.

"OK, let me speak to him."

Her gaze was elsewhere as they switched. The bed shifted beside her, Marc now present and looking unsure.

"I'm sorry for my tone earlier. I don't realise how much I sound like a douchebag at times. And you know Steven is the total opposite of me, you two have never argued."

"I understand that's how you speak sometimes. But I had a hard day and it really wasn't what I wanted to hear."

Marc cautiously inched closer."I know. I'll work on that, I promise. Steven is just so much better at being sympathetic. I never want to see you in a state like this, it pains me. I'm...I'm just crap at consoling people. Which I then get annoyed about because I can't do anything to help."

"I appreciate you trying though Marc."

"You know I love you, more than anything else in this world."

"I know. And I love you just as much. I'm also sorry."

"For what?"

"For always dumping my negativity on you. I could come back a bit happier and also make sure you've had a good day before letting it all out of my system."

"That's what we're here for though. Each of us support each other. And how many times have I come back to you bloodied and bruised up?"

"More times than I would like."

He placed a gentle kiss to her cheek."Are we friends again?"

She looked at him with a smile."Friends."

They kissed, and it was so sweet. (Y/N) got up onto her knees, hugging him close. They needed to speak about this.

"Can we lie down together now?" Marc mumbled into her shoulder.

Without saying anything, (Y/N) fell onto her back, pulling Marc down with her. They laughed as they adjusted into a more comfortable position, both content. Steven was smiling to himself, Marc could be a softie sometimes.

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starryevermore · 2 years

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more hearts than mine ✧ steven grant, marc spector, & jake lockley

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pairing: steven grant x fem!reader; marc spector x fem!reader (eventual); jake lockley x fem!reader

summary: marc and jake have made it clear that they don’t like you. but your heart is not the only one being broken by their actions and the consequences that follow.

word count: 6,945

warnings?: angst city™, probably ooc but i don’t really care, break up, eventual make up, anxiety attack, pet names (love [steven]/baby [marc]/princess [jake, sometimes derogatory but eventually affectionate]), not proofread

You were almost certain that Marc and Jake didn’t like you. They had never said it, of course, which was surprising since neither man was never the kind of person that would keep their opinions to themselves. But you could tell. You may have been more of the “book smart” type and only slightly less awkward as Steven, but you weren’t a complete idiot when it came to social cues. You could see the way Marc would tense when he would front while Steve was on a date with you, getting up and leaving you all alone without even so much as a “goodbye”. You saw how, when Jake was fronting, he’d go out of his way to avoid contacting you in anyway and it’d be days, sometimes weeks, before Steven would front again and you’d be left alone to wonder if he was even still alive. Hell, once, before either you or Steven knew of Jake or Marc, Jake had gone so far as to set Steven up on a date with another woman when he fully knew that Steven was working up the courage to finally ask you to officially be his girlfriend after months of going on dates.

Life had been so much easier when all you had to wonder about was how your boyfriend would end up on the other side of the planet while he was sleeping. Oh, what you would give to go back to those times. You’d thought they were rough back then, but that was nothing compared to your life now.

That was not to say, of course, that you hated Marc or Jake. It had taken some getting used to, in the beginning. Not knowing which man you were going to get on a given day. Some days, you’d wake up with a sweet text from Steven, wishing you a good morning. Other days, radio silence. Some days, you got to swing by Steven’s flat and have dinner with him. Other days, you’d come by with food and Marc would tell you he hated whatever you’d pick out. Some days, Steve would front the entire day and the two of you would have the time of your lives. Other days, you’d be having a sweet moment with Steven end abruptly when Marc or Jake would decide to front.

You tried your best to make things work. It never really did. Steven learned a lot about the other two in the months after learning of their existence. He told you things they liked, things they didn’t, in hopes that maybe if you tried including them that they would warm up to you. It only ever got colder. You tried to not let it hurt too much. You didn’t want Steven to feel like he was at fault because, even if you both knew he wasn’t, he would still feel bad about it. So you just learned to grit your teeth and bear through it, knowing that eventually you would get time with Steven again.

Today, though, you really, really, really hoped that Steven would be the one fronting. Because you were on the brink of collapse, and all you wanted was for your boyfriend to hold you close, kiss you softly, tell you about his day working at the gift shop so you didn’t have to think about anything but listening to him.

You were a writer, a novelist. You were working on your next book, slated to be a big hit like all your ones before. But you could behind in writing it, and then your editor moved up your deadline for the first draft to fucking tomorrow, and you were working your ass off trying to get the damn draft done. You’d gone to Steven’s flat, hoping that he would be there so you could bounce ideas off him while he brewed you tea, encouraging you the entire way, making sure that you were making sufficient progress.

But when you got the flat, it was clear that Steven hadn’t been there in a few days. You’d known that he hadn’t been fronting, since you’d heard literally nothing from him, but you foolishly held out hope. Well, at least you were there though. Maybe he would front last minute when Jake or Marc were on their way home, and you could still go forward with your plan.

So, you hunkered down at Steven’s desk, pulled out your laptop and got busy.

You lost track of time as you wrote, the sun soon setting by the time you heard the door slam shut. You looked over, seeing the hunched shoulders and dark glower that belonged to the one and only Jake Lockley. Great. Just what you were looking for.

Trying to avoid a confrontation, you started gathering your things, saying, “Sorry, I was just about to head out.”

“Sure don’t look like you’re heading out, princess,” Jake muttered, looking at your belongings spread out on the desk.

“Okay, maybe not just leaving, but I promise I’ll be out of your hair lickety split,” you said, putting your laptop charger into your bag.

“Thank god for that. I can’t believe Steven still puts up with this shit,” Jake muttered to himself.

You turned around fully so you could look at Jake. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, princess,” Jake sneered, his voice louder now. You fought the urge to flinch. Steven never raised his voice, except when he was talking about something he was really excited over. Marc barely spoke a word to you, most of his sentences coming out as grumbles instead of anything you could really hear. And, most of the time, Jake said nothing at all. But to hear the bitterness in this tone…You didn’t like it. “It would be better for all three of us if you just got the clue and left.”

You rose to your feet, the chair scooting out from under you as you stood. “I liked it better when you didn’t talk.”

“And I liked it better when you weren’t around,” Jake said. He took a step closer to you, using his full height to tower over you. “All three of us were happier for it, princess.”

“That’s not true, and you know it. You and Marc might not like me, but Steven—”

Jake laughed. “Oh, you don’t really think Steven actually likes you still? He just doesn’t know how to end a fucking relationship.”

“That’s not true.”

“You should hear his thoughts, princess. ‘Cause I can, and let me tell you—”

Before you could even think of what you were doing, your hand connected with his cheek, your palm stinging at the contact. Jake paused, staring at you, his eyes darkening. Shit. That wasn’t a good idea.

“You should not have done that, princess,” he snarled, his hand smacking against the desk. His hand smacking against the desk, on top of your laptop. Your laptop, that had been hanging over the edge by a couple of inches. Your laptop, that was now falling.

You watched as your laptop clattered to the ground, the screen fading into black. When you picked it back up, it wouldn’t light back up no matter how many keys you pressed or how much you touched the trackpad. Your laptop was, without a shadow of a doubt, broken. The laptop, that housed the draft to your latest novel. The draft, that you had to send in tomorrow to your editor. The draft, that hadn’t been saved. You looked back at Jake, who was already looking at you, his face unreadable. It was always unreadable, but you could only imagine the hatred he felt towards you.

“Did you do that on purpose?” you asked, an odd, dangerous sort of calm washing over you. A storm that had long since been brewing was about to be unleashed.

“Aw, is the princess going to cry over a fallen laptop?” Jake asked, sticking his bottom lip out in a faux pout. “It’s what you fuckin’ deserve for smacking me.”

“Did you knock my laptop over on purpose, Jake? Yes or no?” you repeated.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. All I know is you ain’t gonna do shit about it.”

Before you could say anything, he turned, starting to walk away. Your heart hammered in your chest, your blood pumping in your ears. Fuck, what were you supposed to do now? You couldn’t remember the last time you saved the draft. Ten, twenty chapters ago? Could you salvage anything? Would your editor be kind enough to push back your deadline by a day or two?

All you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry for a thousand years. And, in the pain of this mess, you found yourself saying—

“I can’t fucking take this anymore.”

Jake paused, turning to you slowly. You almost wanted to run and hide when you saw the even darker look in his eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you say something? Does the princess have another demand?”

“Let Steven front for a minute,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, to not let him see you break down. You knew he would still see when Steven was fronting, but at least you wouldn’t feel as humiliated. “I need to talk to him.”

“What the fuck? Why would I—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Jake, just do this one thing for me! Would that really kill you?!”

He blinked slowly, then his tense face relaxed into Steven’s distressed one, him stumbling forward to take you into his arms. But, even though you didn’t really want to, you pushed him away. “What’s wrong, love? I-I want to help you. Please, let me help.”

“I can’t do this anymore, Steven,” you said, struggling to keep your tears at bay. It hurt even worse, because you knew that Steven didn’t know what was said. He didn’t know the horrible things Jake had said, because Jake never lets him or Marc see or hear what’s going on when he fronts. Steven started to speak, but you raised your hand, making him pause. “I can’t do this shit. I love you, I really do. Please, don’t ever feel like I don’t love you. But I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t kill me inside when Jake or Marc front and just act like I’m the worst person they’ve ever met, which hurts even more because I know they’ve known some really shitty people.”

“W-We can work on that,” Steven said, trying to reach for you again. You took a step backwards, shaking your head. “I want this to work. I love you.”

“I know you do, and I love you, too. But there’s no working on this. We’ve been dating for a year, Steven, and they still won’t even show me an ounce of kindness. I’ve tried so hard to get them to at least tolerate me, but I’ve only ever been met with complete and utter vitriol. I-I can’t separate you from them, and that’s the tragedy of it all, you know? Because when they say the things they say, it’s your face I’m looking at. It might not your words, or your exact voice, but all I can see is the love of my life treating me like shit, and I can’t live like this. I can’t keep pretending. I’m tired, Steven. I’m tired of it.”

“…I know it hasn’t been easy for you. But I didn’t realize it was that bad,” Steven said, tears spilling over, streaking down his cheeks. It took everything in you to not surge forward, wipe the tears away, say that you would try again, even if you knew it would only hurt you more.

“It’s been hell, Steven. I mean, you see what Marc does. And Jake’s even worse.” You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn’t look at him right now. If you looked at Steven and saw how he looked like a kicked puppy, you’d give in. You would take it all back. You would keep up the act. “Like, at least Marc acknowledges me, you know? It’s far from sunshine and rainbows, but at least I’m treated like I’m a person, even if I’m being treated like his least favorite person. But Jake…”

“I know,” Steven said. “Well, I don’t know, really. He never lets me or Marc see what he’s doing—”

“And that’s part of it, you know? He just completely disappears. And I’m left wondering if, if you’re out there, dead somewhere. Or, or if he’s finally got sick of it and relocated you three somewhere else on the planet ‘cause he can’t stand being around me—”

“He would never!”

“Do you know that? For sure?” you asked. Jake’s words echoed in your head, swirling around, reminding you just how much he didn’t liked you. “Because I don’t. Neither Jake nor Marc have been so cruel as to say the word out loud, but I can’t keep pretending they don’t hate me. And, between the two of them, if they did manage to move somewhere else, I fully believe that they would do everything in their power to make sure I never saw you again.”

“I would always come back to you, love. You know that.”

“I do. And I also know that it’s probably really hurting you that Marc and Jake and I can’t along. And, like I said, I can’t separate you from them. You can’t separate yourself from them. The only person who can leave is me.”

“Don’t say that.”

“This is already killing me,” you said, reaching into your pocket, pulling out your key ring.

“Please, love. I’ll do anything. I’ll try anything. Just don’t leave me.”

You began twisting the key off the ring. “I know you would. But I can’t ask that of you. Not when I know that it’s just not going to work.”

“But I love you.”

“And I love you, too,” you said, grabbing his hand, pressing your copy of the key to his flat into his palm, shutting his fingers over it. You held on for a second longer, running your thumb over his knuckles, momentarily wondering if Jake had remembered to disinfect the cuts on them or if he decided they’d deal with a potential infection later. You wanted to ask, but it wasn’t your place. Not anymore. You don’t know if it ever really was. “That’s why I gotta go. I’m sorry.”

And before Steven could say anything more, say something that might actually convince you to say, you were already walking out the door, shutting it behind you. Steven fell to his knees, clutching his hands to his chest, hunching over, letting the sobs overtake his body until Marc finally was able to front and could begin dealing with the aftermath of the mess he and Jake had made.

And, as Marc looked around the flat, realizing that you would never grace it with your presence again, all he wanted to do was to cry, too.

Steven didn’t front once in the three weeks that followed after you gave him back your copy of the key, after you walked out the door, after you made him swear that he would leave you be. He completely closed himself off. Jake was only slightly less concerned than Marc, who had grown increasingly worried at Steven’s disappearance. Marc was so used to Steven talking to him whenever he fronted. Now that Steven was silent, it was suddenly weighing on him that he may have been in the wrong this entire time. That maybe he wasn’t protecting Steven’s heart by pushing you away. That maybe you really, truly, loved Steven. That maybe you actually wanted the best for him. That maybe you were being friendly to him and Jake because you actually just had that much love in your heart. That maybe you knew that it would mean everything to Steven if you all could just get along. Not be BFFLs, not be anywhere as close as you and Steven were. But could tolerate each other long enough when Steven wasn’t fronting. Yeah. Yeah, Marc was feeling really, really guilty about the whole thing.

Jake was feeling less guilty.

Truthfully, he was trying really hard to not think about it at all. Because, if he thought about it, he’d be forced to deal with the fact that he was one of the reasons, if not the main reason, you left. He was created to protect Marc and Steven, and he only did that half right.

Marc had created Steven to preserve his innocence. To let him think that their mother loved him. That he had a good life. Steven was everything pure that Marc had lost. But Jake was created to protect them both. Neither knew that he existed for a long time. He only ever fronted when he needed to save them. It became less necessary for a while when they reached adulthood, but then Marc became a mercenary and eventually Khonshu’s avatar and, well…There were some fights that Marc couldn’t win on his own. Sometimes, Marc couldn’t make the hard call, even if it was a matter of saving his own skin.

Jake would have preferred to keep himself unknown to the Marc and Steven, but then you became more of a fixture in Steven’s life. And suddenly there was a new type of protection that Jake had to do—protecting Steven’s heart. Steven was more fragile than Jake or Marc. If you did something to break his heart…Jake wasn’t sure that Steven would be able to recover. Steven loved so purely, after all. He gave his all in everything he did. And if that was all thrown back into his face…It wouldn’t end well.

It sucked, though, because he could see you, could hear you when Steven was fronting. Before Steven or Marc ever even knew of him, he was always there, a fly on the wall, ready to drop in in case things went awry. He saw how Steven had a crush on you for months, how he would go and talk to you when you would come by the museum, tell you all of the facts he knew—and there were a lot of facts Steven knew. He saw how you would smile—genuinely smile—and ask questions, hanging onto every word Steven said. When Steven finally asked you out, he fell hard and fast.

It was hard not to love you, too. You were incredible. Kind, sweet, compassionate. You were loyal, would go to bat for Steven any day of the week. You loved as purely and as passionately as Steven did. Part of Jake wanted that for himself.

And that was how Jake knew he had to stop this. Because, if he felt so strongly about you…If it came down to it, he might not be able to protect Steven from the heartache. So he began to make his presence known, slowly over time until Marc and Steven were fully aware there was a third alter.

It killed him, though, to be cruel to you. That was why he would leave. If he spoke to you, if he tried to find ways to prevent you from breaking Steven’s heart, he knew he would break your heart. And that was the furthest thing from what he wanted.

Honestly, and truly, he hadn’t meant to be so cruel on that day. But he’d just had the worst few days ever, being dragged around the world by Khonshu, and nearly dying because one of the guys he was chasing said something about you, and he knew that you were being dragged too close to this world. And he had to stop you from getting any closer.

When he saw you in Steven’s flat, he was trying to figure out a way to get you to leave. And, in his exhaustion-riddled state, all he could think of was making you believe Steven didn’t love you, which was the furthest thing from the truth and you both knew it. But he kept pressing and pushing your buttons until you snapped. Then you slapped him, and it hurt, on an emotional level at least. He didn’t want you to hate him. But he was frustrated. And he smacked his hand down and…

Look, he didn’t mean to break your laptop. And he felt really badly about it. About everything. And he knew he probably would never make it up to you, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try.

So, three weeks post-incident, Jake stood at your door, holding the box to the new laptop tightly, wondering if he should just turn and run the other way instead of waiting for you to answer the door. But, slowly, he raised a fist, and he knocked on the door again, this time a bit louder than the first.

He wondered if you were even home. Had you gone somewhere else for the day? He knew that sometimes you liked to work in that little bookstore cafe that you always took Steven to. He remembered one time, relatively early on in the relationship, when Jake had only just started making his presence known to the Steven and Marc, he fronted when you had taken Steven there. You were in the middle of showing Steven a book on archaeology but, when you noticed Jake fronting, you quickly pivoted into showing him a book on classic cars that you thought he might like. You were right. He was interested in the book. But, rather than telling you that, he walked out of the cafe without so much as a goodbye. Jake had regretted not getting the book, but when he went back a few days later, he was told that the last copy had already been sold.

When he finally returned to Steven’s flat (he often avoided staying there, preferring to be out working as a cabbie or doing Khonshu’s bidding), he was surprised to see the book on the coffee table with a note from you. When Steven fronted later, he had asked Jake what he did with the book and note. Jake lied, saying that he’d thrown both out.

He didn’t want Steven to know that he actually tucked the note in his wallet, memorizing the curls of your letters, reading the note so many times he could recite in forwards and backwards and in at least three different languages. That he put the book in his bag, taking it out to read whenever he got the chance, finding a foreign sort of comfort in the pages, knowing that you picked it out because you genuinely wanted him to enjoy it.

No one ever really exercised such care and compassion around Jake. If he wasn’t such an ass, he would talk to you about the book, tell you about his favorite parts, ask if you had anymore recommendations for him. But he was an ass, and he was left knowing that he would never ask you any of the questions he had for you.

Then, the door opened.

You stood on the other side, your pretty face twisted up in a scowl, your arms crossed over your chest, looking at him, wondering which man you were going to be dealing with. “What do you want?”

“I came to apologize, princess,” Jake said.

You flinched at the pet name. “I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Then don’t listen to it,” he said. He raised the laptop box. “I feel…horrible about everything. And I know that this doesn’t fix the damage I’ve done, or retrieve the files on your old laptop, or anything like this but…Steven had already been looking to get you a new laptop for your birthday in a few months. So, really, it’s his idea to do this. I’m just speeding the process along, ‘cause I fucked up here.”

“You should return it. Get Steven something nice with the money,” you said. “He’d been eyeing some of those architecture LEGO sets. There’s one of the Great Pyramid coming out in a few months. It’s on preorder. He would really like that.”

“He would rather you have this, princess.”

You raised a brow. He could practically hear you wondering when he ever cared about doing something that made Steven happy, at least when it came to you. “I would just throw it out. You know, like you did with that book I got you.”

“I didn’t. Throw the book out, I mean.”

You didn’t say anything. Still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I kept it. And the note. I really liked them both, princess.”

“Steven told me a lot about things you liked. And things Marc liked. I think he thought that if I tried to do things either of you liked, at least one of you might warm up eventually. I think it just made you both colder.”

“I was an idiot for that. Back then, I thought that I was protecting Steven. Now, I understand that you really loved him and you wanted what’s best for him, just like Marc and I do.”

“You’re just saying that because you feel bad that his heart’s broken.” You paused. “How is he? Is he holding up okay? I-I mean, I don’t expect him to be fine and dandy, you know, but…Is he gonna be okay?”

“I don’t know. Honestly.” Jake looked down at his feet. “He hasn’t said anything to us, hasn’t fronted once, since you left. I think it’s his way of saying he’s leaving with you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not…” Jake sighed. “Look, me and Marc just wanted to say—” His New York accent effortlessly melted into a London one, his body seeming almost as confused by the change as you as it shouted, “LEAVE HER ALONE!”

You jumped back, surprised by the sudden change. “Steven?”

He was coming into your apartment, setting the laptop box on the side table by the door, shutting the door behind him. His hands were on your face, his eyes searching yours for any hints of distress. He was so warm, so comforting. It took everything in you to not just lean into his touch. “Are you alright, love? Was he bothering you?”

“W-What? No, yeah. I-I’m fine. Jake was just…talking,” you said, still reeling from Steven’s appearance. “Steven, he said you’d just disappeared for weeks.”

He shrugged slightly, his hands going from your face to your waist, tugging you against him, your head nestled perfectly on his chest. His chin rested on top of your head, his sweet voice almost bitter as he said, “Serves ‘em right. Bet they don’t like it when the person they care about disappears without a single word.”

“Steven…They…I mean, I don’t know about Marc, but Jake actually seemed really worried about you.”

“It’s what he deserves, innit?” he said. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Your fingers clutched his shirt, holding on as tightly as you could manage, afraid that you might soon lose him. “He knew how much I love you, and he still did all that shit.”

“I think Jake wants to try,” you said.

Steven paused, looking over your shoulder at the mirror hanging on the wall behind you. “Jake says he does,” he reported to you. “Says it was misplaced protection over me. He says he’s sorry, and he wants to make things better.”

You pulled away, looking up at him. “I have missed you.”

Steven looked at you. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“And, I might be crazy for this, but…if they actually try to be civil at the very least, I’d be willing to start over.”

“Do you mean it?” Steven asked, light filling his eyes.

“I do.”

And then his face tensed, Jake fronting again. “Good, because the first thing I wanna do is take you out.”

“Do you mean out as in kill me, or out as in going out somewhere?”

“I don’t usually warn before I kill someone, so it’s gonna have to be out somewhere, princess,” Jake said. “I was thinking about going to this bookstore cafe that’s down the street. I hear there’s this adorable woman who’s really good at picking people out books who might help me find my next read. I’ve been reading this one book on classic cars over and over for months now, but I think it’s time I find something new.”

“You kept that?” you asked, your eyes wide.

“Steven’s not the only one who cares about you, princess,” Jake said. “And it’s about damn time I start proving that to you.”

“Then lead the way.”

Marc didn’t think he was worthy of love.

He often looked back at all the things he’d done over the course of his life, remembering all of the pain he’s inflicted. All the lives he’s taken. And he’d remember that, even if he somehow had managed to get into the Field of Reeds, nothing would absolve him of the guilt he felt weighing down on his chest. He knew it was all an irrational thought, but that didn’t stop him from feeling that way.

When Marc realized that Steven was starting to see you, he wished he felt bitter about it. He wished he could’ve hated you. He wished he could’ve not longed for your affection directed his way. When was the last time someone looked at him the way you looked at Steven?

Sometimes, if he imagined hard enough, you were looking at him just like you looked at Steven.

Of course, he went and ruined that.

He didn’t want to ruin things. But Steven didn’t have a lot of amazing things going for him. For years, he struggled to keep a job, he struggled to make friends, he struggled in relationships if he could ever get that far. And then you came into his life, a shining goddess who fell head over heels for the man who could go on and on and on about ancient history and miss everything that was happening in front of him. And you loved, genuinely loved, Steven for that.

Marc, though…He was a mess. He knew he was a mess. And he knew that if he got close to you, he would ruin things between you and Steven somehow. It would never be his intention, but…He looked back on everything relationship he had—familial, platonic, romantic…It all ended in disaster. The last thing he wanted was to ruin things for Steven. So, when he would front around you, he would just get out of the way. It wasn’t the best plan, but the less time you were around him, the less damage he could do.

And you all saw how wonderfully that had went.

He had only wanted to do one thing, and he couldn’t even do that properly. And then Steven wasn’t talking to them, wasn’t fronting. Jake started taking on more assignments from Khonshu to distract himself from the mess. And Marc was seriously considering taking a page out of Steven’s book and just disappearing.

I’m sorry, Steven, he would often say during those three weeks. I didn’t think this would happen. I-I thought that I was preventing this from happening. If I could make it right, I would. Just come back. Please.

Steven didn’t ever answer back.

Marc was so sure he’d never see Steven again, until Steven finally fronted again when Jake went to your flat. Marc had actually been impressed with Jake’s actions. The last thing he ever suspected was for the often-quiet man to take things into his own hands and try to mend what had been broken. Hell, he was surprised Jake even started letting Marc (and Steven, too) access his thoughts when he was fronting. The man had been so private before, but it seemed like he was throwing everything Marc knew about him out the window.

And you answered the door, looking rightfully pissed at Jake. And Marc could tell you were about to slam the door in his face. And Marc was about to jump in, apologize for his own actions, too. And then—

Steven fronted for the first time in a long time.

When Marc heard that you were willing to give them a second chance, contingent on Marc and Jake being civil, he was over the moon. His previous method had worked horribly, but now…Now he could try to actually get to you know, to get you to like him, too. Oh, he was so busy thinking of his plans, he didn’t even realize you and Jake had gone to the bookstore.

Then—

Marc blinked, realizing he was now fronting. “Oh. Sorry,” he said, his face suddenly feeling very hot. “I, uh, didn’t mean to do that.”

But you were smiling, shaking your head. “No, it’s fine. Hey, your team is the Cubs, right? The Chicago Cubs? I think that’s what Steven told me, anyway.”

Marc nodded. “Yeah, why?”

You started walking away from the books on cars, heading to the sports section. “They got in some new baseball books a month or so ago, and I think I saw one for the Cubs that I thought you might like. I was gonna get it as a peace offering before, well, you know…But, anyways, no better time than the present, right?”

“Wait,” he said, reaching out, grabbing your hand. He paused, staring down at your connected hands, a smile starting to curl across his face. Then, he quickly cleared his throat, eyes flitting back to yours. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. I…I should have been kinder to you. You’re important to Steven…You’re important to all of us. You know, even though, two of the three decided to be jerks about it.”

“You thought you were doing right by Steven,” you said. “It doesn’t make it okay what you and Jake did, but…I understand. And let me assure you, I only have the best intentions for Steven, and for Jake, and for this complete jerk named Marc.”

Marc let out a laugh at the end, shaking your head. “Can you and I start over then? I wanna make things right.”

“I would love that.” You began to pull him towards the baseball section, saying, “And the way to start making things right is to understand that my book recommendations are elite, and I’m expecting a glowing review by the time you finish reading what I pick out for you, okay?”

“Deal.”

In the days and weeks that followed, both Marc and Jake worked to make things better as you finally took Steven back. Jake was actually making more headway than Marc was. Because, well, Marc was still scared. Jake had come to realize that protecting you was protecting the system, and now he loved spending time with you. Hell, he was even talking to Steven about how, after a couple more outings, he was thinking of asking you to be his girlfriend, too. And Marc…Well, he loved that for Jake, and for Steven, and especially for you. You deserved only the best. And he was still terrified that he wasn’t that for you.

He would still hang back a lot, around you. He’d let Steven or Jake take the lead, whichever was more eager that day. But he was getting better, coming out from time to time, telling you about the latest chapter he’s read, telling you how he never thought he’d be so excited for a nonfiction book, teasing that soon enough he’s gonna be as nerdy as Steven.

Gosh, the way you laughed, smiling, at him. He wanted to see that every day if he could.

But some days, there were bad days.

You’d been hunkered down in Steven’s flat for a few days now. Unfortunately, the boys had to leave you alone because Khonshu was sending Jake to take out some cultist on the other side of the globe. They’d all been reluctant to leave you, especially since things were finally good, but you promised you’d stay in Steven’s flat, work on your novel, and plan a nice date for when they got back.

Steven was fronting when they got back, and he was plumb exhausted. Poor guy was on the first of collapse, but he refused to let Jake or Marc front, knowing that they were just as tired as him. Besides, he was eager to see you again.

But Marc knew something was off when Steven came into his flat. You didn’t jump up to greet them, kissing them softly, asking how the flight back was. No, you were nestled into the couch, a blanket wound tightly around you, your eyes almost glassy as you stared at your laptop screen. And Marc was willing to bet you weren’t watching some sad movie.

“Hey, love,” Steven greeted, shutting and locking the door behind him. “I’ve missed you so much. Just gonna change into something more comfortable, and then I’m all yours, yeah?”

“I’ve missed you too,” you said, a small shake to your voice.

Marc watched the way you trembled ever so slightly, the way your chest shook as you breathed in and out and in and out not quite as naturally as you normally did. And that was how Marc was the first to realize you were having an anxiety attack. Let me handle this, he said to Steven as he finished pulling on a pair of sweatpants and Marc’s white hoodie.

“What? Handle what?” Steven asked, looking over at you, noticing that you were wringing your hands together. He missed the subtle way your breathing had changed, the way your eyes were darting around.

I got this, Marc insisted, not waiting for Steven to give him control, instead taking it himself. Without thinking, Marc knelt in front of you, taking your laptop, setting it on the couch cushion beside you.

“You okay, baby?” he asked.

You blinked slowly, as if you were registering that it was him in front of you, that it wasn’t Steven or Jake. It seemed like, for a moment, you had considered saying everything was fine, but as you let out a shaky breath, you instead said, “No.”

“Is it alright if I hold you?” he asked. When you nodded, he got up on the couch, pulling you into his arms. Without really thinking about it, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Feel the way I’m breathing, baby? Try to match that, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered. Your chest still shook slightly as you breathed in and out, but it was getting better.

“Wanna talk about it? Or do you just want me to hold you?”

“I just feel really stupid, you know? And I know it’s stupid, but…It happens every time I’m publishing a book,” you said. You buried your face in his chest, and he held you a bit tighter. “Like just, insecurities, you know? Logically, I know my work isn’t for everyone, but…I just keep waiting for each book to be my last. To be washed-up has-been.”

“You could never be a washed-up has-been,” Marc said. “Pretty sure Jake would start threatening everyone who said that, probably make them all buy out all your books. And Steve, you know Steven would always read everything you wrote.”

“What about you?”

Marc thought for a moment. Then, he said, “I’d be your biggest cheerleader. I’d be there to remind you that you're worth everything and more, and if the world could see that…That’s their loss. Because me, and Steven, and Jake, we all love you more than words could describe. Even when they’re coming from as amazing a writer as you.”

You pulled away from his hold, lifting your head to smile at him. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

“And I mean every word. And…I mean this, too,” he said. Without giving it a second thought, without giving himself a chance to overthink, to hesitate, Marc leaned his, pressing his lips to yours.

You smiled against his lips, reaching up, pulling his face down towards you, kissing him as passionately, as lovingly, as he knew you did to Steven.

Oh, come on! I wanted to do that first!, Jake whined.

Marc chuckled, making you pull away, your brows furrowed.

“Something funny about my kissing technique?” you joked.

“Nah, Jake’s just jealous I got to kiss you before he did.”

“Oh…Well, I guess he’s gotta wait his turn then, ‘cause I’m done with you yet, lover boy.”

“Mm, you should kiss Steven next. Get Jake really riled up.”

“I like the way you think, Marc Spector,” you said. Then your eyes lit up as you seemed to remember something. “Oh, by the way, I love you too. And I love Steven. And…well, I don’t know about Jake.”

C’mon, let me front! If I kiss her, she’ll definitely be saying she loves me, too!, Jake said.

Shh, let Marc have this moment, Steven said. He’s earned it.

You leaned back in, your lips brushing over Marc’s. “By the way, if Jake’s listening, I do love you, too.”

“And I think I can speak for all of us and say we love you just as much,” Marc said.

So, maybe you were wrong. Maybe Marc and Jake didn’t hate you. Maybe they loved you as much as Steven did. And maybe they had messed up. But now…Now things were finally, finally right.

And you couldn’t wait to see what the future brought you.

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spacecowboyhotch · 2 years

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Proper Date

summary: steven gains some knowledge about how he and reader met…and some about himself.

pairing: gn!reader x steven grant, implied gn!reader x marc spector

contents: reader and steven’s first kiss, internalized self-doubt (steven), discussion of DID, fluff

an: hi, hello, this is my first moonknight fic so please be gentle! steven and marc’s interactions are based in how they’re portrayed in the show. steven is standard text and marc is italicized. gif credits are @userpoe.

word count: 1.2k

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Steven doesn’t remember how he met you, but he remembers every moment he has with you after that as if his life depends on it. You’re his best friend, though he’s not sure why you put up with his confusion and disorganization. Every time he wonders he hears that voice, the one he’s come accustomed to, the one that’s almost become a comfort.

A companion in itself.

It’s always bothered Steven, the fact that he can’t remember the moment he met someone like you. It bothers him, even more, when he finally misses another moment. He wakes up in bed with you by his side, arms and legs tangled together. You’re in a pair of his sleep shorts and a t-shirt, your hair fanned out on the pillow.

He doesn’t want to disturb you but he’s in shock, and before he can think better of it, he’s rolling out of bed and running to the bathroom. His rushed movements wake you up and you call after him just as he slams the door shut.

He hears the bed creak as you rise out of bed– his bed– before he hears your voice, “Steven?”

“I’m just usin’ the loo,” He reassures you, before turning to the mirror.

Sometimes the voice he hears comes with a face. It's his face, but more stern and worn. The eyes of the face that stare back at him are always guarded, but this time they’re softer around the rims.

It’s okay, Steven. They’re okay. We can trust them.

Steven leans into the mirror, “You know them?”

How do you think you met them?

“Steven? Come out, please. We can talk, and get everything cleared up. It’s okay,” You say gently through the door.

Steven glances back at the door before looking back at his reflection, at his other self. The man staring back at him nods reassuringly. When he steps out of the bathroom you're sitting on the edge of his bed, a soft smile on your face as he pads toward you.

You let him get comfortable beside you before you speak, “Did you talk to him?”

Steven’s eyes widen though he realizes that the voice has already made it clear that you know each other, “Yes, but maybe you could catch me up? Who’s he?”

“His name’s Marc. I met him first.”

“And he’s…” He trails off, not sure of what fills in this bizarre blank.

You squint, something he’s noticed you do when you're deep in thought, “He’s you but not. He’s part of you and his own person at the same time. Does that make sense?”

“I’m not sure that it does.”

“We’ve never talked about it but you’ve always been confused about how we met right?” You take his hands into yours.

He frowns at being so easy to read but nods slowly, “Yeah, I have.”

“That’s because I knew Marc for months before you showed yourself.”

“Months?”

“I know this is a lot, but he told me everything. He told me about you. And then one day you just appeared, and you’re wonderful, Steven. Truly wonderful.”

“That’s all well and good, quite happy for the both of you, but what does any of this mean for me? For my life? For our friendship?” He asks defensively, pulling one of his hands away.

“I think that the first two questions are a conversation for you and Marc to have together. But as far as our friendship…” You break eye contact for the first time since the conversation has started, “that’s up to you. I’m just happy to be here with you.”

Steven’s eyes narrow at your choice of words. He needs to confirm his suspicions, “What is Marc to you?”

“We’re…together.”

He leans away angrily, removing his other hand from your grasp, “And so you just put up with me, waiting for him to come around?”

“No, it’s not like that, it never has been since I met you. I like you, Steven, just as much as I like Marc. You both mean so much to me.”

“I’m not quite sure I’m following.”

“What I mean is if you wanted to be with me…the way Marc is with me, I’d be happy with that. I’d prefer it actually, to have both of you,” You rest your hand on his cheek, running your thumb over his bottom lip.

Steven looks at you in utter disbelief, his cheeks staining a soft pink at your affectionate touch, “Y-you want to be? With me?”

Say yes.

You can’t help the chuckle that slips out of you, “Is that so hard to believe?”

He shrugs, raising his eyebrows, “Well, yeah, love, it is.”

“Believe it anyway,” You urge, scooting closer to him on the bed.

Say yes, idiot.

You see Steven roll his eyes and can only imagine that Marc’s just said something to him. He mumbles something under his breath before focusing his attention back on you, “You’re sure?”

Steven, just say yes already.

“I’m sure.”

“But what if,” He’s cut off by this strong surge of energy in his chest. It feels as if he’s not in control for a few seconds and then his lips are on yours, moving in a way that feels foreign and familiar all at once. Once in control again he freezes, but then your hands are knotting into the base of his curls and pulling him closer. All he can do is melt against you, kissing you back just as desperately as you kiss him.

Steven’s hands fall to your waist, gripping you gently before the two of you fall back into the bed. He can’t believe he gets to touch you like this, or that he even gets to kiss you at all. You're so soft, you smell intoxicating, and he imagines that he could kiss you like this for the rest of his life if he didn't have to share you. To his surprise, your tongue slips into his mouth, eager to explore as you kiss him deeply. He matches your energy, just as hungry for more.

You only break the kiss once your lungs are screaming for air, “Seems like you got some help there so I’ll ask, is that a yes? Independent of your control freak of an other half?” You smirk, knowing that’ll get under Marc’s skin and Steven hears the voice let out a slew of expletives.

He can’t help the smile that breaks across his face, not when you're smiling so brightly, “It's a yes, but he doesn't seem too happy about your joke.”

“He can take it up with me later.”

“Speaking of, has he taken you out on a proper date?”

The voice rings in his head again, Watch it.

You throw your head back, laughing loudly, “Yes, he’s taken me on a date. It's your turn now.”

“Ours will be just as good, maybe even better.”

“Hey, no, comparisons. I cherish you both,” You bend to run your nose along his before giving him a peck on the lips.

The voice, Marc as he’s accepting, his internal companion, says nothing but what Steven can identify is a mutual warmth and affection spreads through his chest. Steven catches a glimpse of Marc through the reflection of the fish tank, and Marc gives him yet another reassuring nod. They have you, both of them, and they each feel so lucky.

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romanarose · 8 months

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Fic Recs

I'll admit I've been slacking. A lot. It was a high anxiety summer as you know, and I've finally been able to pretty much cut ties with an abusive friend who was causing a LOT of those anxiety and panic attacks. BUT I want to rec some of my fav writers and fav stories.

To keep the presure low on myself I am only linking ONE story per writer, whatever story that speaks to me. I do hope if you like the story you'll check out more from them!

Please remember to reblog their stories if you read them, and if you feel inclinded, leave a kind comment! Big comments are fantastic but even a short "Great story!" Means the world!

Dead Dove Do Not Eat and all dark fics will be in red. Might make a whole other dddne tag list on my dark blog on of these days lmfao

Moon Knight

Fractured Moon by @melodygatesauthor : DDDNE Yandere Moon boys x reader, non con, extreme violence but such good interpretations of the boys

Friendly Favors by @runa-falls best friend steven, friends with benefits??? friends to lovers??? yes plzzz

Rydal Keener

Oxford Comma by @whatthefishh : Collage AU, Rydall is cunty, serves cunt, and eats cunt. What can I say.

TLOU (Most of what I'm reading rn if im being honest)

Linger On by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin : Pre-outbreak!Joel, angst, yummy smut, ft. my boyfriend, Tommy (Angela said I can be Tommy's gf)

Caught by @toxicanonymity : Inspired Keep Cry'n, Joel catches you when you try to run, masterbates onto your face. part 2 has TOMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Maintainence Man series by @gracieispunk : Joel is a, well, Maintenace man in our building! He is married but that doesn't stop him from fucking you

Hungry Hearts @atinylittlepain : If ya'll know me, you know I love Bruce Springsteen. I have 2 fics named after springsteen songs, one joel one javi/santi/reader. I've fallen behind on the series but loved it enough to make fan art! terrible fan art but still! Pre-outbreak, takes place in two timelines- college age and then the 2000'. Joel has Sarah, reader is ellies mom which I think is fun.

Exit Wounds by @strang3lov3 : No fic masterlist so I tagged the main masterlist. Now listen. I love Tommy Y'all know I love tommy... but cheating on tommy? Im so sorry baby. But ur also an asshole lol. Had it coming.

Creep by @theywhowriteandknowthings : I- ugh just read it. darkish but nothing insane like the wrong way lmfao. pretty mild comparatively but use discression but THAT TWISTTTTTTTT

Only Daddy That'll Walk the Line by @millerscoffee Yellow istead of red bc its not like. dark but Joel's pretty mean

Not A Survialist Girl by @tightjeansjavi again yellow bc joel's a dick lol but THE DIRTY TALK?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Miguel O'Hara

Halo by @missdictatorme : Miguel O'Hara goes full Nathan Bateman and fucks his ai. Whore.

Only You Only Me by @astroboots : so im behind on this one too. What about it! Im terrible I know but like Hungry Hearts above I may be a slow reader but I didn't forget and also did stupid fan art of this great fic too. lol. Anyway plz read this, I cant give a great summary bc im only a few chapters in but if youre in the oscar fandon you know cici writes only bangers

No One But Me by @koshkamartell : You try to break things off with Joel and begin spending time with the hot librrian in Jackson. Joel does not like thi

Triple Frontier

Under Neon Lights by @campingwiththecharmings : sexy drunk sex with my baby boi, santi <3

Through the Scope by @ssuperficialspacecadett : Reader works for Benny and falls for frankie. Great relationships with all the boys, reader has sexual trauma so you knoooooooow i eat these fics up!!!! lovely to see all them be appriciated with special focus on FRANKIE my precious lol guy

Shared Breathes by @frenchiereading : DAD FRANKIE x teacher reader. Triple frontier may have forgotten Frankie has a baby (he deserved the money for her) BUT WE DID NOT!!!!!

The Story of Us by @pimosworld : You served in the military with the boys but they made a deal not to sleep with you. Years later after helping you escape abuse, one by one they begin to waver aka you fuck them all. FishBen as a bonus!!

Goddamn have I really only been reading TLOU XD lmfao makes sense bc thats mostly what Im writing. That and the Javier pena x reader x santi and then the will fic but im soooooooooo much of a TLOU whore rn its insane.

Im sure ill remeber some more amazing TF fics soon but for now here we are!

Gonna plug real quick my latest one shot tho bc it's a holiday and I can self promo if I want! Shana Tova, moon boys x non jewish!reader where the moon boys share a part of their jewish identity with you!

THANK YOU TO ALL WRITERS FOR YOUR HARD WORK, I APPRICIATE YOU!

If you ever seen my like and not reblog know its just bc I forgot and im sorry. If you ever tagged me in a tag game and i never responded its bc I forgot and again IM SORRY

If I didnt tag anyone and you think i didt think your fic was worthy THATS NOT IT im simply overwhelmed with how much ive read and how this summer was and i just havnt organized it all. Im sorry!!

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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.”

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