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queerponcho · 3 months

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moonknight!system x female!reader

a/n: been writing this fic for about a year now so it's nerve-wrecking to finally post the first chapter. I hope you'll like it!! (pls be gentle...)

thanks to the lovely @nexusnyx for motivating me a few weeks ago, would've never considered posting without having our convo the other day!! Thank you so much<33

Warnings: no use of Y/N, fluff, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, (eventual smut, the chapters will be marked individually), inaccurate depictions of DID, egyptian mythology and religion (although I did extensive research I took liberty in changing some things to adhere to my plot...), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!

Summary: You're a woman who as been visiting the same library for all your life. One day a handsome new face comes walking in. That's the moment when the ball starts rolling and your entire life changes. Will you accept the new challanges coming your way...?

2,200 words

You have been visiting the same library all your life. While you were in school you would go there to have a quiet place to study. Since at home you always had a lot of family and busy energy around, you needed the library as sort of an...escape from all the noise. Later when you got into university, the library had become kind of a safe space for you. So you would rather sit in the bus for half an hour to and back to study there instead of the grimy and packed library on campus.

Even now that you work and have enough books at home to basically open your own library, you still can't part from your little paradise. Everyone knows you here and a few months ago the owners of the library even adopted a cat that seemed to really like you. So chances of moving on from here had definitely been ruined.

You loved reading all kinds of story based books, but spending so much time here made you curious, so you also picked up a few skill based ones. you had read a few gardening and science books but the ones you would actually start applying were the books that had to-do with art. Autobiographies of different artists and painters, different studies and research on colour and brushes. You became almost a bit obsessed at some point. So you started sketching and drawing things around you based on the knowledge you'd gathered from your extensive research. you would draw people around the library after work or before meeting friends in the nearby café. You'd never claim to be an artist but you were proud of your drawings nonetheless. for the past few weeks you had started to draw one very specific person. You saw them for the first time a bit over a month ago…

It was a rainy day and you'd just finished lunch with a friend. You said goodbye and you decided to head to the library to continue on with your sketches of the cute ginger kitten. After saying hello to the owners and giving the kitten a treat, you made your way to your usual corner in the back. Since the library wasn't very big you had a good view of the entrance and a few tables. you'd been sitting and drawing for about ten minutes when you noticed the kitten smelling your coat pocket in search of more treats. You smiled down at her 'hiiii kitty!' you picked her up and placed her on your little round table. 'you want another treat huh?' She looked back with big shiny eyes 'alright alright...there you go'. She happily chewed on the fish-shaped cookie while you continued drawing her.

The familiar noise of the door opening caught your attention....a man came in, he was wearing a brown flat-cap which was obscuring your vision of his face. He reached to take it off with a gloved hand and pushed his black curls back to reveal the face, of what you could only describe, a Greek god. He had strong and angular features, a sharp jawline and a beautiful slightly crooked nose which you felt the need to trace over with your finger. He had crows feet decorating his eyes, you'd assume he had them from laughing but seeing his resting facial expression, smiling almost seemed to be a foreign task to him. He brushed the remaining rain off his shoulders and made his way to the history section. When he disappeared behind a shelf you were brought back from your trance and took the first breath in what seemed like minutes.

You wondered what he would be looking for in the history section of this old library. You were in London, a place with alot of people, then again this library was old and in a secluded part of town so it was usually the same people walking in and out. You would definitely remember his face if you had seen it before. Whatever it was that he was looking for he had apparently found since he was making his way to the register with a thick leather bound book in his glove covered hand. You had a bit of a thing for hands and you knew you'd be sketching hands for the next few hours because of this stranger. He hastily left the library and was gone as fast and suddenly as he appeared. After that day you couldn't stop drawing that pretty stranger, you'd given him multiple names during this time. His name had been Jack, Edward, Steve, Malcom and many more. you'd started just drawing his gloved hands and his forearms but quickly you would switch to drawing his intense gaze and soft curls. The amount of times you fantasised about running your fingers through them and tugging slightly had you embarrassed. It had been weeks since you'd seen him and you wouldn't stop imagining him in your apartment just sitting next to you, sometimes you would also imagine him a bit closer and wearing a little less clothing…

A month had passed since you'd seen him and you finally managed to stop drawing him and went back to drawing people around the library. Though you still looked up when the door opened and a new customer came in hoping for your handsome stranger to come in and maybe stay a little this time so you could find out more about him and his movements, for drawing references of course...nothing else. It seemed the universe wanted to help you out, because the next time the bell chimed and a customer walked in, the familiar brown flat-cap wearing stranger entered. This time it was warm and sunny outside so he wasn't wearing any gloves and wore a white fitted polo. His muscles were visibly moving underneath the fabric of his sleeves when he reached up to take off his hat and ruffle through his hair with the same intention as last time. He was also holding the same thick leather bound book from his last visit to the library.

According to the owners he couldn't buy that one since it was rare literature, so he got to borrow it for a month...you knew this because you may have asked about him and his purchase after he left. This was also when you found out that the book he borrowed was about an Egyptian god. During your time in this library you have read books on Egyptian history and it did peak your interest. All this time you’d never even noticed that book before? Recently, you’d been spending a lot more time studying in that part of the library, so overseeing such a unique looking book was very strange of you.

You see him talking to the owners, it was quiet enough to make out parts of the conversation. It was 10am on a Tuesday so you were pretty much the only customer here. He had a pretty strong Latin accent and you were pretty sure he was from mexico. part of your family is from south America so you grew up learning Spanish and you remember hearing them speak English with that exact same accent.

He was thanking them for the book and asking if he could take a look around the library again. The owners kindly told him to go ahead and that he didn't even need to ask. He briefly nodded his head mumbling a quick 'gracias' and went over to the history section. You watched intently and spontaneously decided to head in the same direction. You felt a bit creepy lurking on this man but you were sure you wouldn't get caught since you were rarely a very visible person. it's not that you didn't have a strong presence but you know how to blend in really well and when to use that to your advantage. You hid behind the shelf of the history section facing his profile. He really was a pretty man, his eyes were squinting and his bold eyebrows furrowed. There was a stray curl hanging over them and you badly wanted to brush it back and feel his thick hair between your fingers...you couldn't of course, since you were too preoccupied drawing him at the moment. The window was creating beautiful shadows beneath his hooded eyes and high cheekbones. His jaw looked sharper than ever and his neck extremely kissable. His lips needed an honourable mention, they were like two squishy pillows that were begging to be bitten. You've been paying special interest to them and trying to get the details just right, so you didn't notice that he had moved from his previous spot.

You couldn't see him anywhere and were actually kind of disappointed to think he probably left. you were about to turn around and go back to your discarded belongings when you accidentally bumped into someone while moving backwards. 'ohssshit! i- i am so so sorry um- i didn't mean to wal-'

you had managed to pick up your pencil, sketchbook, and hopefully all of the scattered pages- when you finally looked up just to be faced with the god-like looking man you had been fawning over for a month now. he was practically towering over you and… was that a smirk? If you weren't already kneeling on the floor right now you would've probably lost your balance. 'hola~ I don't mind this view but do you need help standing up, muñeca?' This is when you realised that you were on your knees in front of the most attractive man you have ever seen and you quickly scrambled to your feet 'nono um thank you-'

'Jake, my name's Jake' he stuck out his hand and you introduced yourself after thanking him again. So his name was jake...huh pretty basic for a man like him. You were kind of joking when you temporarily gave him very basic names but you guess his parents weren't much more creative than you are.

You realised you were staring when he raised his left eyebrow and started grinning.

'So...why were you spying on me?' He asked cockily and it had you word-vomiting all over the place 'what? i wasn't-? I-I was just…drawing-?' pretty hard to sound convincing when finishing every statement with a question mark... 'yeah I know-' he looked you up and down and coming a bit closer 'I saw you get lost in your notebook and I just had to come see what you are drawing that garnered all of your precious attention, hermosa'

The nicknames were really starting to get to you, making you feel all sweaty and nervous. you were clenching the book to your chest accidentally pushing up your breasts and making your cleavage much more noticeable. you saw him glancing down, taking his time in bringing his eyes back up your neck and finally to your face. This entire time you were basically pressed into his chest, you were leaning on the shelf and he didn't seem like he wanted to move anytime soon 'h-how long were you looking over my shoulder exactly?'

'Long enough to see what had you so...como se dice...transfixed' Your breath hitched and he answered with a toothy grin.

'I am flattered, preciosa. I really am, didn't think someone as pretty as you would follow me around the library just to draw my hands and ass'

You push him back- 'I did NOT draw your ass! I-' You were interrupted by his chuckle and him moving closer again and grabbing your chin between his fingers and caging you in with his other arm. 'I know muñeca , I just like seeing you flustered...toda nerviosilla...it's cute.' At this point you’ve decided it's best if you just don't speak. '...maybe next time you can draw me shirtless? I would love to see you solely focused on my abs for half an hour.' He flashes you a toothy grin. Oh he’s getting too cocky…somehow you manage to move away from the bookshelf, momentarily getting even closer to him. After seeing his eyes flicker with surprise you move to the side, backing away from him. Turn around finally being able to take a breath of normal air that wasn't deliciously tinted with his aftershave.

'Sure, next time you can waltz into the library without a shirt on and we will see how far you get before being kicked out' you say while looking over your shoulder.

'Seeing your reaction would be worth it, nena' he called after you, not even registering your feet carrying you back to your corner. you took a deep breath replaying what just happened. He should not have this effect on you, it's almost embarrassing how easily he got so close to you. You are a grown woman, damnit! How did you not shove him away and get mad at his advances? You should be creeped out but you notice how you’re wishing to bump into him again soon...you hear the doorbell ring and see him walk out. He takes one look back and holds up a piece of paper. ‘Oh fuck me’ you feel your feet glued to the floor when you see what it is…its a drawing you made of him. It was a closeup of his torso upwards. You had drawn him from above and he was laying in your bed with heavy lidded eyes and parted lips. you were absolutely mortified- he was grinning like an idiot and winked at you before storing the drawing in his back pocket, crossing the street and vanishing from your eye-line. leaving you in the library, plagued by his stupid masculine scent and his dumb pretty face.

a/n: I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I've got a few already locked and loaded sooo the next one should be posted soon. Pls like and reblog if you liked it<3 it would mean the world!

part two

#ponchosworks<3 #moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #transfixedseries

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micromoon · 2 years

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Breaking point

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

Rating: 18+ (minors, DNI!)

Warnings: established relationship, you know about all the moonboys and they know about each other as well, female masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, a hint of degradation, jealousy, power imbalance, Steven being a little mean and a cocky and jealous ass(is that considered a warning?), possessiveness, have I mentioned?; jealousy, deep throating, face fucking, spanking, a tiny little bit of double penetration, a tiny hint of humiliation kink?, a teensy tiny bit of angst

Summary: Steven is sick and tired of always being seen as the weakling of the moonboys, being pushed around by everyone around him. He is pent up and wants to let loose and just for once, he doesn't care about the consequences.

Disclaimer: I do not have DID, so if my depiction of it is wrong, please let me know! This is my first time writing after almost three years and im not a native speaker either, so please have mercy on my poor soul

Word count: approax 7k

It's been weeks since you actually got some time with Steven. Since you worked from home, you always had the opportunity to see all of them equally and even though Jake came out rarely, nowadays it's Steven you're missing to see. Whenever he comes back from work, Marc is fronting, telling you how Steven was too tired and just needed his time. You always respected it when the boys needed their space, but after almost three weeks you began to miss him more and more.

Of course, Jake and Marc did everything to distract you, in more than just one way, loving you, holding you, fucking you. Fucking you well. And often. It seemed to blow off the steam you had inside of you, the desire and yearning you felt for Steven, your eyes wandering to the mirror more than often, asking yourself if Steven was watching right now and if he enjoyed it.

You had no idea that he indeed watched. With a clenched jaw, his gaze hard and stoic, no emotion seen in his usually soft features. You writhed and squirmed so beautifully whenever one of them took care of you, your body flushed with lust and your eyes hazy with tears. They just seemed to always hit the spot, which Steven was able to as well, but he did it so lovingly that it never made you cry from pleasure. It made you shudder and shiver, made you smile and sigh, but not downright scream or moan, just how you did whenever you were with Marc or Jake.

And that made him jealous. More than he actually wanted to admit – because how did that sound? He was jealous of his alters, those who looked just like him but weren't him, in so many ways. It sounded stupid to him. Why didn't he just do what they did to you?

Because that wasn't him. Steven didn't have any anger boiling in his chest, nothing he had to release, it was always the same.

But since Donna decided to get to an even higher level of bitchiness, he knew it wouldn't take long for him to absolutely explode. It seemed like she just went to work to nag at him and boss him around, which he tolerated for way too long. The constant mocking of Donna paired with the jealousy of his alters finally got to a point he wasn't able to ignore anymore and so he decided, that it was time to finally blow off some steam.

“Would you, for once, do your god damn job, Steven? Stand by the shop and just shut up, no one wants to hear about your nonsense ramblings of the seven Ennead.”

Donna's annoyed voice reverberated inside of Steven's head, her voice reminding him of long nails dragging along a chalkboard – the noise absolutely hideous, ringing in his ears. He gulped. He could feel his blood pressure rising, just like it did all those days before, white noise slowly forming in his head, successfully drowning out Donna for a few seconds. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Nine, Donna. They are nine.”, he pressed through gritted teeth, sighing exasperated as he just shook his head at her ignorant behaviour. She huffed, chewing on her gum obnoxiously, “Seven, nine, whatever. I don't give a shit. What I give a shit about is how many of those sweets you'll sell, so get to fucking work or I'll make you do inventory again.” And with those words she disappeared from Stevens sight, making him roll his eyes as he lightly leaned back and took a deep breath.

“Just three more hours..”, he muttered to himself, gripping the little package of sweets so hard that it actually ripped. His eyebrows furrowed, visibly displeased with himself as he crouched down and collected the sweets, catching a glimpse of his own reflection, Marc staring back at him.

“You look pissed”, he hummed, amusement dancing in his eyes as Steven glared at him, “Oh yeah, I actually am pissed, Marc. Do you want a price for figuring that out?”, he asked him back, his voice snappy which caused Marc to chuckle darkly.

“Damn, you really need to get your dick wet again. I can see the tension in your shoulders”, Marc commented, making Steven roll his eyes once again, but at Marc's next words, he stilled.

“Y/N misses you too, you know.”

Steven looked right back into the mirror, something changing in his eyes as soon as Marc mentioned you. There was desire, lust, but first and foremost – yearning. He yearned for you, so insanely much, but formerly, he felt so ashamed that he wasn't able to make you squirt or cum the way Marc or Jake were able to.

But that was over. Today he knew he was able to make you scream his name, only his, and not Marcs or Jakes. He was sure that tonight, he'd make you forget about both of them, only him occupying your mind and body.

“I do too. Tonight you won't be fronting and neither will Jake. No discussion about that.”, he said sternly, before standing up again and throwing the sweets into the trash, giving Marc no chance to answer and finally getting to concentrate on the task at hand: work.

While Steven was at work, you already finished yours. You cleaned the apartment, doing it all in one of Steven's shirts. You laid down on the couch, Steven's scent filling up your nostrils, causing you to lightly press your thighs against each other.

God, you missed Steven's tender and soft touch. You missed the way he caressed you, made love to you. He was different from Marc and Jake, that was obvious from the start, but that was exactly why you loved him. Even though you always had a feeling that he was holding something back, hiding something from you that he didn't want you to see. Whenever the two of you made love and he grabbed you a bit too harsh, he apologized as if he broke his aunts favourite porcelain, which always caused you to blink in wonder.

Was he afraid he could hurt you? Didn't he see how rough the other two were with you and how much you were able to take? Or did he not trust you enough for that?

You didn't know. But god, you wanted him so bad. You wanted him to lose his temper just once, so he was able to release all his stress at once. The thought of Steven getting dominant with you, manhandling you and pushing you into the positions he wanted caused your pussy to throb in need.

You took a deep breath, before putting your middle finger into your mouth to lightly suckle on it, pressing your thighs a bit harder together, to get even the slightest bit of friction to your clit.

When you deemed your finger wet enough, you pushed your hand underneath your panties, spreading your legs widely as you slowly started to circle your clit, imagining Steven's voice and touch. Slowly you started to move your hips against your hand, your fingers slipping between your wet folds as you circled your entrance once, collecting some of your arousal to spread it all over your pussy.

“Fuck”, you moaned, rolling your hips more and more, your other hand sneaking underneath Steven's shirt to play with your nipples and when you noticed that it got too hot, you took the shirt off and mindlessly threw it away.

You knew it didn't take long for you to cum, always having been rather sensitive, especially when it comes to your clit and just when you thought you could come, there was this noise.

Usually, you'd just continue, but not when you heard that sound. It was the familiar bell sound you set as the messaging sound for your boys. So you took your hand out of your panties, grabbing your phone and unlocking it.

Your heart almost skipped a beat when you saw who exactly send you a message, a giddy feeling spreading in your tummy, something that made your pussy throb even more than your fingers did just now.

“I can't wait to see you tonight, my dear. - S”

The smile that spread all over your face was out of this world and you immediately sat up, forgetting about the orgasm you almost had and just focusing on the message.

“Me neither, Steven. Please come home quickly.”, you sent back, quickly standing up and hopping underneath the shower. If you were desperate for his touch, you were absolutely certain that he was dying for yours. So without thinking twice, you made yourself ready, putting on the body lotion you knew Steven loved and a plain shirt – knowing that he was the type to prefer you absolutely naked.

But in your rush and excitement, you actually didn't notice how you didn't grab Steven's, but Marc's shirt.

Of course. Just when Steven's shift ended, it had to rain. But not the soft rain, no, it was pouring, wetting him to the bones and making his clothes cling to him uncomfortably. Quickly he hurried to the apartment complex, adamant to get inside fast.

“For fucks sake”, he growled underneath his breath, shaking his head right before stepping into the entrance hall. It was so quiet that it was audible how much he was dripping, the floor underneath him getting slippery and squeaky.

Steven opened the door to your shared apartment. Firstly, it was just his, but after a few months of dating you decided that living together would be a good thing. Especially as you wanted to get to know all of his alters individually, in a space where all of them felt safe enough to talk and be the way they really were.

You heard the door open, your body immediately moving as you walked towards the living room, where he just came in.

“Hey Steven!”, you smiled all happily, about to run to him, but you stopped yourself when you took a better look at him.

And immediately you noticed how something was off. He didn't greet you with the usual chirpy voice of his – very much the opposite, he just stared at you. In disbelief almost. Your eyebrows raised as you looked him up and down. Something about him looked different too. His whole demeanor was not how you were used to it, he stood differently, his back straight and his eyes harsh on your face.

No, not your face. He looked at your body.

A little insecurely you looked down at yourself, fearing that you had a disgusting spot on it from snacking, but when you noticed that there was nothing, you looked back up at him. You tilted your head to the side, stepping a little closer to him reluctantly. Was that even Steven? He didn't look like Steven, nor did he ooze the aura Steven usually had.

“Marc?”, you asked, your voice a little meek as you didn't know what to do out of his reaction – or well, the lack of it.

“Maybe Marc's who you wanted and expected, but no, it is indeed me, Steven.”, he clarified, his British accent thicker than usually, his hair dripping from the rain outside. His words kind of stung in your heart. Why did he say that? You never favored any of the boys over the other, you loved all three of them equally.

“Why would you say that?”, you asked him now, your voice a little thinner than usually and he just huffed a bit, taking off his bag and running a hand through his soaked hair. He looked at you as if it was obvious why he said it, something almost mocking glimmering in his eyes. He took his jacket off and hung it in the bathroom, before coming back to you, his shirt clinging to his toned torso, making him look deliciously buff.

You hated how your pussy clenched at the thought of his soft skin underneath your palms. You were just getting lost in the thought of his hands on your body as he suddenly cut you off with his voice, the question you asked just moments ago almost forgotten.

“Why are you wearing his shirt then?”

The question hit you like a brick. Slowly you looked down at yourself and realized that he was indeed right – you wore one of Marc's favorite shirts.

Not that it was a very big kind of deal, but you noticed already that he always somehow ushered you to wear his clothes when he was fronting.

Was that an ego thing?

You didn't know, but the way Steven got so possessive, no, downright pissed already, because of you wearing Marc's shirt sent shivers down your spine.

To say that you were a brat was an understatement – you had a lot of fun teasing Marc and Jake, only with Steven you never were able to bring yourself to do it, as he was always so sweet and gentle with you.

But this Steven? He was different. And so your inner brat was sparked.

“I just took the first I saw”, you tried to defend yourself, a tiny pout on your lips, trying to make yourself look more alluring and innocent to him, as much as it was possible.

Usually your big puppy eyes always made Steven cave in, but not this time. He looked at you as if your little attempt on calming his nerves didn't even touch him. Slowly he walked up to you, his gaze piercing through you almost as he raised his hand.

The way he looked at you, his whole form still wet from the rain and his aura so dark and intimidating – it made the air around the two of you thicken, the tension rising more and more, leaving you absolutely speechless. Your heart stopped beating for a moment, you were so insanely curious what he'd do next, there was nothing you could expect from him right now as he wasn't how he usually was.

But you were ever so sure that he'd caress your cheek now, saying that he'd understand and that it was a stupid thing of him to get so mad over, but no.

You couldn't be further from the truth.

Because Steven's other hand raised as well, grabbing right into your collar to rip the shirt that you were wearing to pieces.

A loud gasp left your mouth, your eyes almost widening comically as you looked down at yourself, stripped absolutely bare as the little pieces of fabrics fell on the floor, leaving you in your panties only, as you never wore a bra at home.

The sound that left Steven's mouth was amused, the corners of his mouth twitching up as he watched his little artwork.

“'Atta girl, that I like better”, he'd smirk, his eyes meeting yours as his own glistened cheekily. You were still absolutely shocked by the display of sheer power and dominance, standing there like a little deer caught in headlights.

It made Steven chuckle, the sound deep and raspy, making goosebumps rise all over your skin.

And even though you thought this was insanely hot from him, one wasn't as turned on as you.

“What the fuck Steven?! That was one of my favorite shirts!”, Marc protested loudly, his face being seen in the mirror that stood in the living room.

Suddenly, the amused look of Steven vanished within seconds, Marcs appearance annoying him immediately. Steven's eyes met Marcs and with a light huff, he rolled his eyes.

“Grow up, mate.”, he told him, “It's just a shirt. Now get out of my face.”, he demanded, grabbing his rubiks cube and shamelessly throwing it against the mirror, making it shatter and fall onto the floor.

You watched all of this shocked, but you didn't dare turn around to the mirror. You were sure that if you did, you'd anger Steven even more. And something told you that you didn't want to anger him that much.

Finally, he looked back at you, his eyes immediately changing as they were filled with lust. He only needed to look at your bare body, so vulnerable right in front of him. It was enough to get him going, his cock already starting to get hard.

“Get on the bed, love.”

He didn't need to tell you twice, within the blink of an eye you were on your shared bed, your panties already clinging to your core.

When he followed you, you expected him to join you on the bed, lay you down and eat you out, because this was what he always did. He always cared for your pleasure first, made you come multiple times before even thinking of taking something from you.

So without even thinking twice, you made yourself comfortable, laying down with your head on your pillows and your legs spread. But when Steven entered the room and saw the way you lied there, he couldn't help but chuckle.

“If that's an invitation, I must decline.”, he told you matter off factly, as he slowly took his watch off, not even sparing another glance in your direction. His response to your vulnerable position shocked you, but what shocked you more was the electric feeling that was sent to your pussy as soon as he downright refused you.

It sparked something in you, wanting him to want you even more than before. You squeezed your legs together, a small whimper leaving your mouth as you leaned forward and closer to the edge of the bed, closer to him.

“Steven, please”, you tried with the sweetest voice you could muster, but Steven didn't even react. At least not the way you wanted to.

He looked at you, his expression still as amused ever as he lightly tilted his head to the side.

“The headspace of us three has some benefits, did ya' know that, love?”, he suddenly started to explain, as he walked towards the bed, taking long and slow steps.

“For example the thing that we're able to hear whatever our alter is hearing if we're close enough to fronting.”, he continued, his eyes raking over your form, his gaze stopping at your lips for a moment, before he looked right into your eyes.

Finally he raised his hand and put it on your cheek, gently caressing your bottom lip with his thumb, as he looked at you almost apologetically.

“So all your begging that you do to Marc and Jake is nothing new to me”, he told you as he was talking to a little pet that he had to teach wasn't able to get what it wanted by just looking cute.

His words left you speechless. Begging was something that made Marc and even Jake cave in eventually. If that wasn't working with Steven, what to do now?

“But-”, you wanted to protest already, but he shook his head, immediately shutting you up without even having to say a word. What was it about this cocky Steven that made you speechless without any effort?

Maybe it was because whenever you talked back to Jake or Marc, both of them reacted the same – loud, explosive almost. Their punishment was immediate, they even announced it beforehand. But you had a feeling that Steven wasn't that way. His anger was quiet and seething, he was one to strike when you least expected it.

And you had no idea if you were able to handle that today, after being apart from Steven for so long.

“Today you'll be a good girl for me”, he suddenly started, his thumb slowly pressing down on your bottom lip so you'd open your mouth. He forced his thumb inside of you, his eyes darkening immediately as he felt the warmth of your mouth.

“Because if you won't, you'll regret it heavily.”, he said, his words almost cutting through the thick air that was collecting in the whole room. The tension was unbearable and it made you melt, made you putty right in his hands even though he didn't even touch you properly.

“Okay Steven”, you breathed out, your lips curling around his thumb as you gently began to suck on it, causing him to smirk.

“Oh no, you shouldn't waste your stamina on my thumb”, he told you, before slipping it even deeper into your mouth to make you gag, the cheekiest grin on his lips. It made your eyes water, but not only because of him pushing his thumb so far down your throat, no. It was because he was belittling you so much too.

“Get on your knees”, he suddenly instructed you and without thinking twice, you slipped from the bed and right between his legs, attempting to open his pants and yank them down immediately, but Steven stopped you just when you wanted to pull them down. “Easy there, tigress. I told you to get on your knees and nothing more. Didn't I tell you, you should be a good girl today?”, he asked you as he looked down at you. The position made who was in charge here painfully clear and so you gulped lightly, your hands on your lap now as you nodded.

“Sorry”, you hummed quietly, but Steven had nothing of that. He grabbed your jaw and made you look up at him again, his eyes sharp.

“Proper sentences, love. Might as well use them for as long as you can.”, he said, the grin on his lips more then audible. His dark promise made you gulp once again and your pussy throb, your eyes focused on his, as you opened your mouth:

“I am sorry, Steven. That won't happen again.”

He nodded at your words, before letting go of your jaw as his eyes were still on you.

“Now get my cock out and get it nice and wet, yeah?”

You didn't need to hear that twice as you straightened your back and opened his pants, reaching right into his underwear to pull his cock out. You almost moaned at the sight of it, your mouth salivating as you put it into your mouth.

Steven's reaction was immediate, there was a loud sigh leaving his mouth as he lightly bit down on his lip.

“God fuckin' finally, 's been too long love”, he muttered darkly, his eyes focused on you as you licked over his tip, your hands working on the rest of his cock.

You did your best to please him, stroking him the way you knew he loved it and sucking right underneath the tip of his cock – knowing that it would drive him insane. You were so sure he was far gone already, his head tossed back and his adam's apple bobbing up and down all quickly.

But when you looked up, you were only met with his dark and lust-filled eyes, you were genuinely surprised. You thought he was already losing himself, but no he hasn't even budged a little bit. But that didn't dampen your spirits, quite the opposite, you instantly sat up a bit more and took a deep breath through your nose.

As if Steven was able to feel what you were about to do, he raised his eyebrow at you, the corner of his mouth lightly twitching up as he tilted his head to the side.

“Oh?”, he hummed, as you looked deeply into his eyes and put your hands on his meaty thighs, squeezing them softly, before starting to swallow his cock fully, making you gag and your eyes sting with tears.

The moan that ripped from Steven was loud and genuine, his head tilting back for a moment as your nose hit his pelvis. His hair tickled your nose for a moment, but you didn't mind, you held your position as you never looked away from his face, loving how his cheeks finally dusted in a slight red.

“Fuck, you're swallowing my cock like a little slut”, he suddenly hissed loudly, which made you almost gasp, your throat tightening around his length as you looked up at him wide-eyed. Usually Steven never called you names, he only ever praised you, calling you his goddess and his good little girl. But this, this was new from him. The dirty words paired with his British accent almost sent you to overdrive.

Steven licked his lips when he felt how you reacted to his words, his eyebrows raising. “Oh, do you like to be called my little slut?”, he asked you, a taunting lilt to his voice, his eyes twinkling dangerously. “Of course you do. Look at yourself, taking my cock so deep down your throat that you gag and cry”, he continued with his crude words. “But this, this isn't a proper reason to cry yet”, he hummed deeply as he put his hand on your cheek, keeping you from pulling away.

“Remember, three hard pinches on my thighs if you need to tap out”, he reminded you, a sliver of the Steven you knew shining through, but when you nodded at him, it was gone as quickly as it came, his eyes darkening again.

“I want you to take what I am giving to you now without any complaints”, he suddenly said before he leaned forward, making your back meet the end of the bed, your neck on the mattress now. You had a premonition for what was about to come and when he put his foot on the edge of the bed, next to your head, you were sure that he wanted to do what you thought he'd do.

“Im going to fuck that pretty little face of yours now.”, he smirked, his voice all deep and lust-filled. He felt like he was on a high, the way he was able to dominate and overpower you so easily made him feel absolutely euphoric. He looked down at you for one last time to catch you nod for a moment and then he started to move.

When he said he was about to fuck your face, he really meant it. The way his hips snapped into your mouth was ruthless, his moans loud and unabashed. His balls met your chin over and over again, his smell was surrounding you like a thick layer that was slowly coaxing you to lose yourself.

All you could breathe, taste, smell and see was him, rendering you motionless – only able to take what he gave you over and over again. The way he was fucking your face shouldn't have turned you on the way you did, but you couldn't help yourself, all of Steven turned you on in this moment, even if he was a little mean to you.

So without being able to fight it, you put one of your hands between your legs, trying to ease the ache between your legs while the other hand held onto his thigh.

“Bloody hell this is absolutely fantastic!”, he groaned, his eyes rolling back as the sounds of your mouth doubled his arousal, “Your throat was made for fucking, even if you're gagging like that, you're still taking it, taking all of my thick cock”, he hummed all pleased, his eyebrows furrowed as he got lost in the pleasure that your hot throat provided, your tears running down your face without a break.

It didn't take long for you to struggle with your breathing, your eyes rolling back as the lack of oxygen slowly got to your head, making you feel light-headed, even your fingers on your cunt stopping to move and just when you thought you'd faint, you were suddenly pulled back.

Steven's hand was around your throat as he pressed you into the mattress, his cock right in front of your face, your nose touching it. He panted, his face red and covered in sweat, one droplet of it running down his neck.

“My my, little one, who said you could just tap out like that?”, he mocked you, his voice a little hoarse as he sounded slightly out of it and you were the cause of it. It made you smile all dazedly, your tear-filled eyes meeting his. “Could never”, you croaked out, another tear falling down your cheek which he caught with his thumb, wiping it away almost lovingly.

“Mhhm, you're right. I'm not done with you yet either.”, he smirked, suddenly grabbing your body and pulling you up only to hoist you back on the bed.

You had to regain your composure as you turned around because what you saw almost made you salivate yet again.

There he was, looking absolutely fucked out, with his damp hair slicked out of his face. But something annoyed you – he was still fully clothed.

“Steven”, you whined, your lips all red and swollen from him fucking your mouth, “Please, your clothes”, you continued, your gaze meeting his, “Please take them off, I wanna see you so badly”

Your words made Steven smile, all drunk in pleasure as he slowly put his hands on the hem of his shirt, taking it off of his body, revealing his muscled torso and the delicious happy trail that lead to his cock. He didn't say anything as he took his pants and underwear off as well. You could tell that he let off some steam by him fucking your throat that roughly. It eased you, as it loosened the tension a bit.

“Happy now?”, he asked you and you nodded all eagerly, already getting on your knees to get to the edge of the bed to maybe be able to touch him. But he beat you to it, coming closer and allowing you to touch him, your hands running over his pecs, down to his happy trail that you loved so much.

“Missed you so much Steven”, you breathed out shakily, leaning to his chest to press a kiss there, “So fucking much”, you added and suddenly you could feel both of his hands on your cheeks to pull you up and kiss you deeply.

“I missed you to bits as well, my dear”, he hummed against your lips, “But I missed fucking your cunt as well”, he added cheekily, biting down on your bottom lip before tossing you on the bed again, turning you around and grabbing you by the back of your knees to pull you on your knees.

“And now I am going to take what I wanted for so long”, he grumbled, not noticing how he aligned you to the mirror, a devious smile on his lips.

“Yes please, take me.”, you mewled, lightly swaying your hips from left to right. His calloused hands followed the line of your thighs, up to your hips to grab your panties and rip them off of your body. You could only gasp, but the action was long forgotten as he spanked your ass once.

He spread your cheeks, leaning down to watch your pussy which was absolutely ruined by your arousal. It spread so much that even the inner of your thighs were wet.

“Fuck, love,”, he groaned, “Did me fucking your face turn you on that much?”, he asked you, slapping your core once, making you whine loudly.

“You look like you wetted yourself”, he noted, a devilish chuckle leaving his mouth.

“Still gotta prepare that hole of yours, otherwise Imma rip it”, he hummed deep in thought, pushing two of his fingers inside of you without even thinking twice. You gasped loudly, gripping the sheets tightly as you moved your hips in sync with the motion of his fingers.

“Feels so good Steven, mhh, please”, you moaned loudly, your cheeks getting all warm already. He didn't wait long to scissor his fingers inside of you as he got impatient himself, just wanting to finally be buried inside of you, so without further ado, he added a third finger.

When he deemed you stretched out enough, he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, slapping your hole once and smirking at it and the sound it made as well.

“Absolutely perfect”, he complimented you, before spreading your arousal all over his cock. He pumped himself once, twice and then he stopped as an idea came to his mind.

It was quiet suddenly and for a moment you thought there was something wrong, so you looked over your shoulder, your eyes furrowed in worry. But when you saw Stevens heavy-lidded gaze, you gulped a bit.

“'s your safe day, innit?”, he asked you, the words slurred and you knew exactly why. It was one of Stevens favorites. Creampies.

“Hmm, yeah, I am. Just put it in, please”, you hummed, arching your back so your pussy was even more bared to him.

“Fuck me”, he growled underneath his breath, aligning his cock to your entrance, slapping it once before he pushed into you in one swift motion.

It made both of you moan in unison, both of your eyes rolling back at the familiar feeling of his cock inside of you and your pussy around him.

“Fuck”, you moaned, holding onto your sheets tightly as Steven went at it at an alarming pace. He didn't waste any time, it was obvious that he missed the tight grip of your pussy as he was fucking into you like a mad man.

This was something you definitely weren't used to, especially from Steven. He usually made love to you, took you gently and tenderly. But nothing about his thrusts was gentle or tender this time. They were ruthless and unforgiving, not giving you any time to cope as he grabbed your hips harshly, pressing you all close to his pelvis whenever he pushed his cock into you.

It felt like he was using you as his little cock sleeve, chasing after his own high and pleasure and somehow, that wasn't a problem to you. It actually made you feel on fire, the way he was so into you and crazy for you that he couldn't even hold back anymore and just took what he wanted.

As his thrusts were so rough, you almost saw stars when he finally angled himself so he was able to hit that delicious spot inside of you. The scream you let out was shattering and you were sure that the neighbours would file a complaint against the two of you.

But you couldn't care, not right now, not when he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

“Yes! Fuck, Steven, just- right- right there!”, you stuttered loudly, your eyes rolling back as you pulled a loud laugh from the man behind you.

“Right there my puppet?”, he growled lowly and you nodded, his hand hitting your behind once more, making you gasp out loud. The whole bed moved with his movements, your temperatures increasing more and more.

Suddenly you could feel how he grabbed the back of your head by your hair, pulling you back and revealing your face to the mirror that was in front of you.

“Fuck, look at her, she's such a whore”, he grunted deeply, “Looking absolutely fucked out while taking my cock”, he grinned widely and wouldn't you feel like your brain was being fucked out, you would have noticed the way he wasn't talking to you.

He was talking to Marc and Jake, who where watching the two of you going at it like animals, both of them absolutely speechless.

“Now I finally get why you're so adamant on treating her so roughly, fuck, she absolutely loves it!”, he declared all delighted, his eyes twinkling before he let go of your hair, letting you crumble down like a house of cards. If it wasn't for the grip of Steven's hands on your hips, his cock would have slipped out, but of course, he couldn't let that happen.

“I am able to fuck you so good too, right, my love?”, he asked you, his voice heated and you could only nod, chanting “Yes yes yes, you can!”, without being able to think of any other answer.

It was satisfying enough for him to make clear to the both of them that he was able to fuck your brains out just like the two were able to.

While he fucked into you, he looked down at your cheeks, loving how they moved with every thrust of his and suddenly, he got an idea.

He knew you enjoyed your asshole being played with, since the day he rimmed you once and you almost came immediately.

“Spread your cheeks for me”, Steven suddenly demanded from you. Your hands instantly flew to your cheeks, grabbing them and spreading them apart to show him your rimmed hole.

Steven couldn't help but smirk, slowly licking his lips before gathering all of his saliva to spit it right on your rimmed hole. You moaned softly, your ass wiggling in anticipation.

He took one of his hands from your hips, licking over his middle finger before putting it on your puckered hole, circling it and causing you to scream almost.

“Oh my god fuck, fuck Steven!”, you cried out loudly, feeling your orgasm approach immediately.

He could tell by the way your walls tightened around him, squeezing his cock tightly, causing his high to come as well.

“Yes, just like that, squeeze my cock”, he grunted deeply as he still fucked into you, feeling how his balls tightened as he was about to cum, but not before you came.

So he slowly slipped the tip of his middle finger into your asshole, that paired with his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again, made you fly face first into one of the most body numbing orgasms you ever felt in your life. Your vision turned white as you screamed out his name, your cunt still being used by his cock as he rode out your orgasm.

Suddenly he took his hand away from your abused hole, grabbing your hips tightly to give you a few more harsh thrusts, before spilling all for what he was worth inside of you. With a loud and dark moan he filled your insides absolutely white, leaning over you and kissing your shoulder, while still being deeply nestled inside of you.

The both of you were out of breath, panting and trying to regain your power as Steven pulled out of you and rolled beside you, laying on his back now while you were still on your stomach.

It was quiet between the two of you, but to your surprise, it wasn't uncomfortable. You finally understood why he was acting like that and just now you realized that he talked to Marc and Jake when he took you from behind.

There was a tension coming off from Steven, even though there was no trace of his anger anymore, but you could only assume that it was because of his behavior. But you wanted him to know that there was nothing to feel bad for, so you tried to inch closer to him to kiss his lips.

“I love you, Steven”, you whispered against his lips, causing him to bite down on his own for a moment.

“Wasn't I too rough?”, he asked you now, a tiny hint of insecurity in his voice.

“Not at all”, you immediately gave back, “You can't ever be too rough on me, Steven. You know I love all of you, even your mad side”, you assured him, “Besides, I doubt I ever came this hard in my life, so please, don't worry about it.”

That made Steven cackle lightly, his eyes twinkling mischieviously.

“Thank god, because I doubt that I can go a long time without fucking you like this.”, he told you now, before getting up and curling his arms around your body to hoist you up.

“But now you'll take a loo, we'll shower together and then we'll get comfortable with some snacks, yeah?”

“I'd love that a lot, Steven.”

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #smut #steven grant smut #marc spector smut #jake lockley smut #oscar isaac

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friendlyneighbourhood-parker · 2 years

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A little note: I have the right to decline any request that I don’t feel comfortable or able to write! Please be polite while requesting (I won’t accept requests if your demanding or rude to me)

Thank you!

What I’m comfortable writing!

Female reader x male/female character

Nonbinary reader x male/female character

Poly couples!

Angst

Aus

Platonic couples

Smut (might take me longer to write)

Things I’m not comfortable with

Noncon/dubcon

Selfcest

Selfharm

p*dophilia/inc*st

____ I haven’t written for but I’m open to

Marvel

James “Bucky” Barnes

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Wanda Maximoff

Layla el-faouly

Michelle Jones

Oscar Isaac

Blue Jones

Orestes

Laurent LeClair

Jonathan Levy

Specific Pairings

Peter Parker x Michelle Jones

Moonbois x Layla el-Faouly

Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Amy March x Theodore "Laurie"

disclaimer: I can add or delete any of the things on this list at any given time

#request rules #requests #requests dotcom #marvel #oscar isaac #tom holland #moon bois #spider man #kate bishop #wanda maximoff #layla el faouly #laurent leclaire #jonathan levy #yelena belova #natasha romanoff

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ninebluehearts · 2 years

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Hiiiii!! I saw you rebloged my cough syrup fic and I really like ur stuff you wrote!!

I was wondering if I could get a protective!marc fic, like someone hurts or scared the reader and Marc is super protective 🥺🥺 I got a thing for protective men 😭😫

Hello!! I really loved your sick fic, babes 🥺 I was sick last week, so I felt very called out (I don't like cough syrup either) 😂🤚 And thank you so much!! That means a lot, especially coming from another brilliant writer 🥺💕

Warnings: Karens 😳

God.. protective Marc is just.. 🥵🤌

Though it was your day off, you and Marc decided to take a walk around the clothing store you worked at. It was starting to get cold again and both you and Marc needed some new sweaters.

Even though Steven insisted that he had plenty to go around, Marc wanted something he liked. (Though, you were one hundred percent gonna take Steven up on his offer.)

So, here you were, holding up sweaters to Marc's body to see which one complimented him the most.

"I think this one brings out your eyes." You said, holding up the dark green woolen sweater. "You should try it on."

"I don't know.. It looks itchy." Marc took the sweater and added it to the pile of clothes for hin to try on.

"I'm sure it'll be fine once you wear it for awhile. Although, I really think you should rethink that grey one. I know you think it makes you look like Steven, but-"

"Excuse me, miss?" An older woman tapped your shoulder.

You turned around to face her, both of your eyebrows raised. "Yes?"

"You work here, right?"

"Yes ma'am, but I'm-"

"Okay good! I saw you yesterday, but I just wanted to make sure. I need your help finding a pair of shoes." The women just smiled, not even acknowledging Marc or the fact that you weren't even wearing a vest like all of the other workers.

"I would love to help you, but today is actually my day off. I'm sure someone else could-" You didn't even get to finish your sentence before she interrupted you. Again.

"Everyone else is busy. Holidays and all that. Just come help me for a moment." The woman said, growing impatient.

"Ma'am, I really would like to help, but I'm not working today." You were starting to panic, not knowing how else to explain why you weren't helping her at the moment. "Really, I'm sure I could get Melissa to help-"

"This is just outrageous! Lazy people like you are what's wrong with the world! I mean really, how hard is it.."

The woman continued yelling at you and while of course you were used to it at this point, it caught you off guard. On the days that you do work, you can hype yourself up before going in. You know what to prepare for and how to handle these situations. But you wondered if the same protocol for these situations still applied on your days off.

You just stood there and took it, honestly not even paying attention to what she was saying anymore. People were starting to stare at the three of you, whispering and looking at you with pity you didn't want. You stared down at your shoes, trying to hide the tears that welled up in your eyes.

Marc could see how upset you were getting, but he didn't know if he should say anything, not wanting to get you in trouble for something he did.

"...Your manager will be hearing about this! Hello? Are you even listening to me?" The woman reached out to grab your arm, but Marc grabbed her wrist before she could even lay a finger on you.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" He ground out, trying to refrain from physically injuring her.

The woman looked absolutely shocked, obviously no one had called her out like this before. "And just who do you think you are?"

"Her husband. Now, today is her day off. She cannot help you today. Go find someone else to help you, before I call security and have you removed."

The woman's mouth fell open, her entire face twisting in disgust. "I ain't never in my life!" She ripped her hand away, then looked back at you. "Expect a call from HR." She said, before turning around and storming out of the store.

Marc reached over and grabbed your hand, gently squeezing it. "Hey, are you okay?"

You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, trying to get yourself together. "Yes, thank you." You said as you cleared your throat, pulling him into a hug. "God, I hate people like that."

Marc sighed, resting his chin on top of your head. "I know, sweetheart.. Do you wanna go home?"

"Kinda, but you know what would really make me feel better?" You looked up at him with a smirk, your chin digging into his chest.

"What?" Marc asked, his eyes squinting at you with suspicion.

"A fashion show." You said, glancing back at the pile of sweaters in your cart.

Marc just sighed, shaking his head. "If it'll make you feel better.."

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ninebluehearts · 2 years

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Hey I was wondering can you do a Marc Spector/Steven grant/ Jake Lockley x reader where the reader has Wanda’s powers and has know Steven for a month and they’ve gotten close to the point where she asks him out but he misses there date due to Marc taking the body to the alps, Steven shows up to the restaurant two days later and calls her to ask her where she is and she reveals that it was Sunday not Friday and he missed there date, not wanting to lose her he offers an explaintion and she tells him they’ll talk about it in person the next day. She arrives at his apartment and eventually find the scarab in the duffel bag Steven brought in (not knowing what it is) she hides when the police barge in and follows Steven to harrows place. The reader gets wrapped into stopping Harrow when she decided to follow Marc to Cairo to help Steven but Marc is very angsty towards her and they fight like an old married couple because secretly Marc likes her but struggles to admit it in fear of rejection so instead he hopes that being mean to her will push her away but in the end they get their happy ending (Layla doesn’t exist)

Warnings: Knifes, murder, etc.

A/n: I'm gonna be dead honest, Wanda's powers changed so much over the movies and shows that I'm fully basing this off of what I remember- Sooo, don't come for me if I messed anything up! I hope this is what you were picturing!! I'm sorry it took me so long to write this 😅 Also, this is the longest fic I've ever written, so please enjoy 💕

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You've only known Steven for a little over a month now, but you already knew that you were starting to fall for him. He was just so sweet and kind, you couldn't help it. Ever since you stumbled into him at the museum, you couldn't stop thinking about him.

Steven had been carrying a box filled with assorted stuff animals that were dressed up as the ancient gods of Egypt, walking back over to his small desk in the corner room, a large LED sign above reading "GIFT SHOP."

The box was surprisingly heavy from the amount of stuffed toys, causing Steven to only focus on getting the box to his desk without dropping it, instead of his surroundings. He glanced over at his desk for just a second, getting ready to shout to a Mom and her son that he would be with them in a moment, when he crashed into you.

Causing not only both of you to fall over, but also the box he had been carrying, the stuffed animals now scattered across the floor. "Oh! I'm so, so sorry, ma'am!" He stammered, quickly getting onto his knees and grabbing up the fallen toys.

"Don't worry about it! Here," You said as you stood up, starting to dust off your clothes.

Steven watched in shock as the toys made their way back into the box on their own. He looked up at you, only to find a strange red cloud surrounding your fingers.

Once the toys were back in the box, you bent over and picked it up, then held it out to Steven. "Here you go! Oh, I'm y/n by the way." You said with a kind smile.

"Uhm, Steven.. And thank you.." He mumbled as he took the box from you, obviously still shocked from what just happened.

"Don't worry about it! Hey, you wouldn't happen to know anything about the Statue of Menkaure, would you?" You had asked, following him back to his desk.

You explained how you needed to write a paper on it for your college essay, but you had no idea where to begin. He actually offered to tutor you and you agreed, giving him your personal phone number and address.

After your seventh study session with Steven Grant, you finally decided to ask him out, sick of your hands 'accidentally' touching, or catching each other staring at the other. Luckily for you, he said yes, both of you settiling on dinner Thursday night.

Which was today.

You spent the entire day getting ready, picking out the perfect outfit, even getting your hair, nails, and make up done. You arrived at Tróger Gasztró Bisztró at nine o'clock. Just on time. And so you found your table, texted Steven to let him know you were there, and waited. And waited.. And waited.. ten thirty rolled around and you were asked to leave due to the restaurant closing.

You were absolutely heartbroken. You didn't know if you should be sad or angry. On the one hand, he obviously stood you up. But he also wasn't answering any of your calls or texts, which made you worry. You went home and flopped down onto the couch, refusing to let any of your tears fall just yet.

So, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "He'll call." You said to yourself, before getting up to getting yourself ready for bed.

You kept your phone turned up for the rest of the weekend, checking it every time it made a noise or vibrated. After hearing nothing from him all day Saturday, you gave up and spent the day at home on Sunday. You were curled up on the couch, eating ice cream out of the tub while watching a new season of Gossip Girl when your phone started to ring.

Steven

You hit the 'answer' button then pressed your phone against your ear, sighing before answering with a, "What do you want?" You wanted to give him a chance to explain himself, but you were just so mad.

"Hey! Um, is everything alright? I thought we agreed on 9:00.. it's half past.." He sounded so nervous, it almost broke your heart.

"Yeah, 9:00 o'clock on Thursday." You said, starting to get really annoyed. What was this, some kind of joke?

"Yeah, today?" Steven said, confusion evident in his tone.

"Three days ago, Steven! What is this? You stand me up and now you're rubbing it in my face? Haha, very funny, jackass!" Tears started to well up in your eyes, threatening to spill over.

"W-What? No- today is Thursday- I just.."

"No, Steven, welcome to Sunday. Lose my number." But right as you were about to hang up, Steven's panicked voice yelled to you through the phone.

"Wait! Please, listen, can I try again? Please? I promise, I-I'll explain everything! Please?"

You sighed. You didn't want to be stood up again, but you were also kind of worried still. He did sound genuinely confused.. "Fine. When and where?"

"Will you come over to mine? I can even make you tea! How does 3 o'clock sound?"

"Fine, just text me the address." You then hung up, staring at the wall, wondering if you just made the stupidest mistake of your life, or the best one.

The next day, you arrived at Steven's flat fifteen minutes earlier than you agreed, wanting to see him as soon as possible. But as you walked up to the door, hand reaching out to knock on the thick wood, the panic started to set in. What if this is someone else's address? What if he gave me the wrong one on purpose? What if, what if, what if..

But as you started to pull your hand away from the door, getting ready to leave, you heard a man yelling in the small apartment. Steven. You could recognized that british accent anywhere. Without over thinking it again, you reached up and knocked on the door five times. "Steven? It's me!" You called out, waiting for a response.

"Of course I'm gonna let 'er in! Bugger off, mate!" You heard Steven whisper yell as he started to unlock the door. And when he opened it, you were met with those beautiful, tired brown eyes that you absolutely adored. "Sorry 'bout that, love. Come in! Please!" He held the door open for you, motioning for you to come in with a wave of his arm.

"Are you sure? I can come back if you have someone over." You leaned forward and glanced around his flat, trying to see who he was talking to.

"What? Oh, no, no, no! Don't worry about that. I-I was on the phone! Yeah.." As you walked into the small space, Steven shut the door behind you, locking two out of the three locks. "Just go on a make yourself comfortable, love, I'll just be a seco-"

"Are you leaving?" You interrupted as you picked up the black duffle bag that had been sitting on his table.

"Oh, no, please don't touch that!" Steven took a step towards you, but stopped when you looked at him, tilting your head with a confused look on your face.

'Steven, they'll come after her too if she looks at what's in there.' Marc warned from the reflection in Gus' tank.

"What's in it?" You set the bag down on the table and slowly unzipped it, glancing inside before looking back at Steven, panic evident on his features.

"Listen, love, you don't wanna touch that! Lord knows I wish I didn't." He mumbled, glancing at the fish tank. "Listen, maybe we should res-" Steven was cut off by a loud bang on the door. "Bloody hell.." He mumbled, making his way over to the door.

You turned back to the bag and quietly dug around. You pushed past a passport, two stacks of American and Egyption money, and even a gun. But the thing that really captured your attention was a small golden beetle. "What the..?" You whispered, glancing over at Steven before pocketing the beetle.

"Uh, now?" Steven asked, starting to panic as the people outside asked to come in. You didn't have a good feeling about this, so you quietly ran over to the window, climbing out of the apartment and onto the roof, hiding further up and out of the way behind the brick frame surrounding the window.

You waited a good twenty minutes before slowly making your way back down and into the apartment again. "Steven?" You called out, cautiously looking around the flat, only to find that it was empty. "What the fuck.." You mumbled, walking over to check the apparently empty bathroom.

You looked out of the window and saw a strange black car speeding away from the building. "Jesus Christ." You ran out of the apartment, accidentally pushing an old lady as you raced out of the door. "Sorry!" You yelled as you hopped onto your motorcycle and raced after the black car, hoping that you were right about this...

You followed Steven and an older man to some kind of building that you could only call a sanctuary. It even had a damn theater. But you didn't have time to look at all the details. Right now you had to keep yourself hidden. So, you sat down at an empty table in the back of the room, pulling your hood up to hide your face as much as possible.

"..His retribution comes too late. By the time his fist of vengeance arrives, people have already suffered. Ammit knows this too well. She tears evil up from the root, casting her judgment before any evil's done. That's why we must resurrect her." The man told Steven, his tone rather convincing.

"Right. But.. Isn't that a bit dodgy? Like, trusting the judgment of a weird crocodile lady?" Steven asked.

"You don't need to doubt her judgment. Ammit will light the path to good by eradicating the choice of evil," The man said, watching Steven nod with a small hum, before sipping another spoonful of the soup. "Which brings us to the scarab.." You knew this man had to be powerful, but with the way everyone in the room suddenly stood up and started to surround Steven, you knew something strange was going on.

"That scarab functions as a kind of compass, leading us to Ammit's tomb. She's out there, waiting, longing to be freed.."

"Hi.." Steven nervously mumbled to the growing crowd around him.

"While the cruel masses deserve to face her judgment. And in the wake of their screams? Evil eradicated." The man let out a breath, grinning at the mere thought of his plan coming to life. "Steven, to exist in that moment? Heaven on Earth." The man leaned back, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "So, the scarab?"

"Oh, I don't have it." Steven said shyly, he sounded so nervous and it was killing you.

"No?"

"Honestly, I don't have it."

"Well, maybe you know someone who does? Hm? Maybe Marc?"

Marc? Who the hell is Marc? You thought to yourself, wondering if you should intervene yet.

'Just give me the body, Steven.' Marc said from the reflection of the bread bowl, losing more of his patience by the minute.

"No, I don't." Steven snapped a little.

"May I speak with Marc?"

"Um... Ah.."

"Marc, what has Khonshu promised you? That this is your last mission? Then you'll be free? Trust me when I tell you, Khonshu is a liar. There's always one last thing.." The man seemed to stare straight into Steven's soul; it's like he expected him to be someone else. But that was impossible. Steven was Steven.

"Sorry." Steven seemed to interrupt the mans strange spaced out stare. "If Ammit judges people pre-evil, like, before the fact, then, isn't she judging an innocent person? I mean, a thought can't be evil, can it? I mean, I think about killing my boss all the time, but I wouldn't actually do it."

"Steven.."

"W-What about a child? Would she kill a child for something they might do in thirty years?" At this point, Steven was full on panicking and you couldn't just sit there anymore. You had to think of something.

"I'm glad you mentioned that.. Sometimes the cure is a little taste of the disease. The difference between medicine and poison sometimes is only the dosage. Consider a diseased limb. Amputation, horrific, grotesque, but it's necessary for the larger health." Everyone (except for you and Steven) nodded in agreement to the mans horrific analogy.

"But a child is not a diseased limb. Sorry, is that... Is that what... You're all into? Killing children and that? Maybe that's just me, but that's... I kind of draw a line there, at child murder.."

"Do you know what this is?" The man asked as he gestured to his staff, designed with two crocodile heads faced back to back as a handle.

"Yup. It's a cane, yeah." Steven said, almost making you laugh with his sarcasm.

"This was Ammit's gift to her first Avatar." The man picked up the staff and held it up for Steven to see, certain parts of the head starting to glow purple.

"Alright."

"It contains in it a tiny sliver of her power. I don't want to use it.. I don't.."

"Then don't. I can't help you-" Steven said, standing up and slowly backing away from the man. You stood up too, watching as everyone else in the room started to slowly back away from the staff as well.

"Yes, you can. I need to know, where is the scarab?" The man took a step closer, gripping the base of his staff. "Where is the scarb?" He asked again, and when Steven didn't reply, he repeated himself for a third time.

"No.."

"Where's the scarab?"

That was it. You couldn't let him scare Steven like this any longer. "I have it." You said, pulling the scarab out of your pocket and holding it up for everyone to see, pulling your hood back with your other hand.

"Y/n?" Steven asked, the panic on his features now replaced with confusion and concern.

"You couldn't possibly understand the value of what you're holding. Let me have that, I'll keep it safe." The man held out his hand to you, gesturing to the scarab.

THERE IS NO DEAL IN THIS, MARC. FIX THIS. FIX THIS! Khonshu hollered at Steven; even the god was starting to panic.

Steven ran to your side, grabbing your arm. "You really shouldn't be here! How the hell did you get here?"

"We don't have time for that. We have to go." You whispered, shoving the scarab into Steven's chest. "Keep this safe." You then grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a staircase at the back of the room.

"So be it." You heard the man say, followed by whispering in another language you didn't recognize. The ground shook when he slammed his staff into the ground, a purple cloud of dust swarming around the staff.

You dashed up the stairs, taking them two at a time, before crashing straight into a random guy, both of you surprised at the others presence. You panicked, punching the guy in his jaw out of instinct. He started to fight back, throwing a punch back at you. Luckily, you managed to duck just in time, grabbing the edges of his jacket and tossing him over the railing. You watched as he landed on top of a wooden roof, then roll onto the ground.

You glanced behind you, seeing that Steven was shocked by what just happened. "Come on!" You said, grabbing his arm and pulling him through a small doorway that lead to a hallway.

"That was awesome!" Steven said, following you into a room at the end of the hall.

"Thanks, now bolt the door!" You said as you both closed the door, Steven bolting it shut with a wooden plank.

You ran around the room, looking for an exit. Though, it seemed like Steven wasn't too focused on that. "Oh, my god.." He mumbled, looking at all of the ancient artifacts and egyptian tombs. "I'm gonna die in an evil magician's man cave."

You ran over to him and grabbed his shoulders. "No, hey, listen to me-" But both of your heads snapped over to the door when something big seemed to pounce on it.

"Bloody hell.." Steven's breathing started to pick up, his eyes glued to the door.

"Steven? What is that?" You started panicking, gripping his shoulders tighter.

'Give me the body.'

"Well, I could be wrong. But I'm pretty sure it's the jackal from the museum."

"The what?"

But he didn't have time to explain any further when the creature hit the door again, this time chipping a large crack down the middle.

'Steven, let me in.'

"Okay, listen, Steven, we have to think. How do we get out of here?" But Steven just stared at you, seemingly just as clueless as to what to do. "Oh, wait. Who's Marc? Maybe he can help?" You suggested, watching his entire demeanor change.

'She's right, Steven. Give me the body.'

"No." He said, almost defensively, glancing between you and the shiny tomb behind you.

"We'll put a pin in that-" But then the door burst open, though when you looked, nothing was there. "What the..?"

"JACKAL!" Steven covered his mouth with one hand, pointing at the doorway with the other.

"What? Steven, there's nothing there. What jackal?" You looked between Steven and the doorway, confusion written all over your face.

"Jackal... Jackal... Jackal.." Steven murmured, panic evident in his tone. He kept backing up, pointing at something you obviously couldn't see.

"Steven-" But then suddenly Steven flew out of the window. "STEVEN!' You screamed, running over to the window to see him. Though, when you looked down, nobody was there. "Steven?" You called out, waiting for a reply. When he didn't answer, you climbed out of the window and onto the roof, running over to climb down the fire escape ladder built into the side of the building.

You stepped onto the ground and started to walk down the alleyway, your thoughts all scrambled from the panic.

"ACK-"

When you turned around at the loud yelp, you saw a man in a white suit and mask crash through a wooden gate, landing on the bricks a few feet away from you. "Steven?"

He either didn't hear you or just didn't answer, because he reached up and grabbed the metal bumper of a car and gripped it, completely bending the metal and ripping it off with ease.

"Woah.." You mumbled, a rush of chills flooding throughout your body as your cheeks turned a bright pink. "Um- Y-You look different." You stammered, your eyes trailing along his body. You took in how the well fitted suit showed off and complimented everything it needed to.

Before Steven could respond, the invisible being pushed him forward, causing him to drop the large chunk of metal. It then pulled him up right, only to slam him into the front of a car.

"Steven!" You ran over to help him, but he held his hand out to stop you.

"Get away!"

"What?" But then he was lifted back into the air, his arm accidently pushing you over. You sat on the ground, helplessly watching as the being lifted Steven onto a car and started choking him.

"Steven!" Your hand reached out for him, a red blast following it. Suddenly, you could see it. The red glow of your magic holding it in the air was enough to show just how big the creature was. "What the hell.." You mumbled, staring at it for just a moment, before swiping your hand through the air, causing the jackal to fly across the alleyway and slam into the side of a building, making a noise similar to an injured dog.

You stood up and ran over to Steven, crouching down to his level while rubbing his back. "Are you okay?"

Steven coughed, his hand gently rubbing his neck. "How do you do that?" He mumbled, looking at you through the white glow of the mask.

"I-" But the jackal grabbed your ankle and lifted you into the air, slamming your body into the wall. "Fuck, Steven!" You called out, unable to turn your body enough to get a grip on the being.

"I've got you, love!" He called out as he slammed an old, rusty frame of a tire at the jackal. It fought him for a minute, but then dropped you and grabbed the piece of metal, hitting Steven with it.

Steven laid on the ground, trying to catch his breath.

'Give me control, Steven. You can't handle this.' Marc said, staring back at him from the reflection of a car's bumper.

Steven thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. "I think I can." He then jumped to his feet, starting to do a ridiculous prance around the jackal, his fists clutched to his chest. "Leave her alone! Yeah, I see you, you plug-ugly coyote. You're in the wrong ends, mate. You're in my yard now." Steven ripped off his jacket and threw it onto the wet, brick covered ground, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. "Yeah. Come on. That's right. Come on."

Though it was a serious situation, something about the way he taunted the creature caused butterflies to erupt in your belly. You watched as he and the jackal jumped around, back and forth like professional boxers.

"Ohh, lookie here. Lookie here." Steven continued to taunt, his fists clenched and ready. "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, my name's Steven with a V!" He yelled, before clocking the creature in the face, effectively knocking it out. "Haha, wow! Did you see that? Y/n, did you see that? That was amazi-" But the jackal jumped up and kicked Steven in his stomach, causing him to roll into the busy street.

"Is he having a seizure?" A stranger asked.

"Nah, he's just a fancy drunk." Another stranger replied.

The jackal slammed Steven onto the side of a bus three times, before he was able to turn around and grab it, throwing them both at the oncoming car.

"Steven?" You called out, trying to push your way through the growing crowd.

Steven groaned, slowly making his way back onto both of his feet.

'That was one hell of a punch back there. But look around. Someone's gonna get hurt if you don't let me help.' Marc said, both of them knowing he was right.

"Fine. Take control, but just for now.."

As you made your way to Steven, you watched his head fall back; it looked as though he was being electrocuted. "Steven?" You placed your hand on his arm, gently pulling it to turn him around.

And as he did, white strips of fabric snaked around his body, creating a whole new suit with a cape. You stared into the bright, glowing eyes, knowing something was different. "You're not Steven." You said, taking a step back.

"No, I'm not." The man said with an American accent instead of Steven's English one. He then ran and jumped on top of a car, then onto the side of a building, climbing onto the roof.

He must be leading the jackal away. You thought to yourself, running down the street to try and find him. It didn't take long, the sound of him angrily yelling followed by glass shattering was enough to lead you right to him.

When you could finally see him, he seemed to be talking to someone, but again, nothing was there.

"Where are we going?" He asked whomever he was talking to. He didn't seem too happy with the response; his shoulders slumped over and he sighed. "Cairo? Again? Fucks sake.." He cursed, his mask rising up to cover his face again, before a giant gust of wind hit you like a brick wall, the sound of crows screams echoing throughout the small space.

And when you looked up, he was gone. Why would he need to go to Cairo? Who was this Marc? Why couldn't you see what he saw? You didn't know everything, but you did know that you were going to follow him to Egypt.

After a thirteen hour flight, multiple calls to a bunch of hotels, and three taxi's later, you got a room three doors down from Steven. Or was it Marc now? You were honestly too tired to think about it.

You tossed your bag on your bed with a sigh, popping it open to dig around for your pajamas. After a long, hot shower, you climbed into the neat white bed, a yawn forcing it's way out of you. You reached over and turned off the lamp on the nightstand, curling up into a ball as you slowly drifted to sleep.

That was, until a rather loud knock sounded from your door.

"You've gotta be kidding me." You mumbled, angrily ripping the blankets off of your body before stomping across the room, yanking the door open. "What?" You snapped.

"You're following me." Marc said, his arms crossed against his chest.

You stared at him for a long time, your eyes practically bugging out of your skull. "Steven?" You whispered, tilting your head as you noticed how he slightly deflated at the name. "Or Marc? You don't have the accent, so I assume-"

"What are you doing here?" Marc interrupted, annoyance evident in his tone.

You shrugged. "Keeping Steven safe. Plus, I can help."

"No way." Marc pushed his way past you, entering your room before you could object. "Listen, I appreciate what you're doing, I really do, but I've got this. You're just gonna get in the way."

You shut the door then leaned against it, crossing your arms over your chest. "I think I can take care of myself."

"I didn't say you couldn't."

"It was implied." You snapped, now growing irritated yourself.

Marc shook his head, pressing his fingers against his temple. "Look, I set up a flight back home for you in ten hours. Just go home and Steven will be back in two weeks."

"No."

"No?" Marc repeated, surprised with your attitude.

You only shrugged in response, trying not to laugh at the way Marc kinda looked like the muppet Sam Eagle when he was mad.

"What? You think this is funny? I'm serious y/n!"

It must've been on your face then. "Look, Marc, I don't know how any of this works," You gestured to him, referring to the whole Steven-And-Marc situation. "But I know that Steven wouldn't want this."

Marc put his hands on his hips, quickly growing defensive. "How would you know? You don't even know him!"

"I saw how he looked when that guy asked to talk to you instead of him. He was scared. He wants to be in control and you make him feel powerless." You felt guilty when you saw how Marc's shoulders fell, his eyes focused on the floor.

"Yeah, well after this he won't have to worry about me ever again." He walked over and put his hand on the doorknob, not even looking at you. "Move."

You looked up at him and studied his face; it was nothing like Steven. Marc carried himself in a way that made himself look bigger, more standoffish, while Steven was the complete opposite.

Marc finally looked at you, his eyes staring into yours for a moment, before glancing down to your lips. You couldn't help but do the same, your eyes fixed on his chapped lips. You both stayed like that for a moment, the distance between your faces slowly closing by some invisible force.

"You should get some rest. You have a flight to catch in the morning." Of course he had to ruin the moment.

"Will you still be here when I wake up?"

Marc just stared at you, not answering your question.

You pulled yourself off of the door, shrugging your shoulders once again. "Sounds like I'm not going to sleep then."

"Fine by me." Marc said as he pulled the door open and walked out, practically slamming it behind him.

You pulled a chair over to the window and sat down, watching the parking lot to see if he would leave. You'd stay there all night if it meant keeping them safe. Even Marc.

The next morning, you woke up to a knock on the door, followed by a, "Room service?" You sat up and groaned, your hand flying to rub your neck. You had fallen asleep in a strange position on the chair last night and with the deep sleep you were in, you barely moved a muscle throughout the night.

After you politely declined the room service, you quickly got dressed and headed down the hall to talk to Marc, but when you reached his room, two maids were inside making the bed, talking about an affair between a Tina and the hotels janitor.

"Excuse me?" You said, ignoring the glares they looked at you with for interrupting their gossip session. "Sorry, but where's the man that stayed here last night?"

One of the maids sighed, rolling her eyes. "He just left not five minutes ago. You could probably catch him if you run."

"Shit- thank you!" You hollered, already racing down the hallway towards the elevator. You slammed your thumb against the G button on the elevator, impatiently tapping your foot as you counted down the floors. When you reached the ground-floor you quickly ran out, scanning the room for the familiar mop of dark brown curls.

You saw him right as he walked out of the door, sliding his sunglasses down from on top of his head to cover his eyes.

You slipped out of the exit on the other side of the building and followed him throughout a very crowded market. You kept your distance, even when he chased a group of mercenaries throughout the streets. There was gonna be a perfect moment for you to step in, you could feel it. So for now, you watched.

Marc had one of the mercenaries pinned to the wall, asking him were a man named Harrow was. He glanced at the mirror on the wall next to him, distracted by whatever he was seeing. The other mercenary took that opportunity to hit him over the head with a piece of wood, effectively knocking Marc to the ground.

He laid there for only a moment, but you watched his body tense and shake like it did in the street the other night. "Steven?" You whispered to yourself, hoping to finally see him.

But this was worse. This couldn't be Steven and you didn't think it could be Marc.

He jumped to his feet with a random surge of energy, running towards the men at full speed. The look in his eyes was purely primal, almost hungry. And though you only saw him for a second, he seemed to be smiling.

You quickly ran after them, surprisingly able to keep up. He chased them to the top of a cliff, punching one of the men with what could only be described as deadly force.

"Jesus, you're gonna kill him!" You yelled, right as he sank a knife into the other man's stomach.

"Huh?" He turned around and looked at you. "What are you doing here?" He questioned with a strange spanish accent.

"You just killed him! I- Who are you?" You asked, hesitantly taking a step closer to him.

"Nobody. Forget you ever saw me."

"Wait-" But before you could question him further, his eyes rolled back and his body tensed for a moment. And when he looked at you again, he had that damn muppet expression on his face.

"Y/n? What the hell ar-"

"Look out!" You pointed to the man sneaking up on him from behind, knife in hand.

Marc turned around, but he wasn't fast enough. The man drew the knife back, but before he could do any damage, you focused all of your attention on the knife, ripping it out of his hand and sending it flying towards you in a red cloud. You caught it by the handle, then immediately dropped it, not wanting anything to do with the murders.

"What the-" The man started, but Marc grabbed him by his scarf and dragged him to the edge of the cliff, dangling him over the edge. "Where's the tomb?"

"Marc, don't!"

"Jesus! You're just as bad as Steven!" Marc snapped, causing him to grip the mans scarf tighter.

"Praise Ammit." The guy said, before pulling a knife out of his pocket and cutting the scarf, falling to his death.

Marc stood there in shock, still gripping the remaining piece of the scarf.

You slowly walked over to him, gently placing your hand on his back. "Marc-"

"I told you to go home!" Marc yelled, turning around and getting in your face.

"Hold on, I just saved your life-"

"That would've never happened if you had just gone home!" Marc pointed his finger at you, his entire body shaking with rage. "Go home, y/n. Now." He then stalked off, heading back towards the busy street from before.

You sat on the edge of the cliff and sighed, burying your face in your hands. You tried your best to calm yourself; reassure yourself that it wasn't your fault, but not even five minutes after Marc left, the sunlight began to disappear. When you looked up, it seemed to be covered by a large, dark circle. The moon.

"What the..?" You mumbled, standing up while keeping your eyes on the dark circle in the sky. Though as quick as it was there, it was gone. And while you were still confused on what the hell was going on, you couldn't ignore the aching feeling that Steven -or Marc; or even that spanish man- were in danger. So you made your way back to your hotel room, doing the only thing you could.

Wait.

You were laying on your bed in a robe, still fresh from the shower. As you stared at the ceiling, you couldn't help but finally let all of your thoughts swarm around your mind.

Who was that? Are there more? Where's Steven? Is he okay? Was Marc really gonna kiss me? Did he want to as much as I did?

But your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your hotel room's phone ringing on the nightstand. You sighed, sitting up and grabbing the phone, holding it up to your ear. "Hello?" You mumbled, rubbing your forehead.

"Y/n? Is that you?" You'd know that british accent anywhere.

"Steven?" You gasped, standing up to start pacing. "Where are you? Can I see you?"

You heard Steven chuckle on the other line. "That's what I was calling for, actually. I need your help."

"Of course. Where are you?" You grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down the address Steven gave you. "Wait, why are you at a pyramid?"

"I'll tell you when you get here. Just please hurry. I don't know how much time I have before Marc tries to take over again."

"Okay, I'm on my way." You said as you yanked on a pair of jeans.

"I'll see you soon. Laters gators." And then Steven hung up, not even knowing how big you were smiling just at his silly catch phrase.

You showed up to the pyramid on your motorcycle, easily finding Steven's tent that was set up outside of what you assumed was the entrance. You propped your bike up on it's kickstand before heading over to the tent. But before you pulled the curtain back, you heard Steven talking to someone. So, you stood still, eavesdropping on his conversation.

"..don't be silly. I won't let anything happen to her."

'Steven, I'm serious. Trust me, you don't want her getting roped into this kinda stuff. Just give me the body. She's gonna be here soon.'

"Which is exactly why I'm not giving you the body. Bloody hell, I've barely seen her throughout this whole mess."

'Yes, I know. If you just give me the body I'll give it back in a week or two and you'll never hear from me again. Promise.'

"Yes, well, while that does sound tempting, I'm not gonna miss out on exploring an ancient pyramid with my girlfriend."

Girlfriend? You thought to yourself, your cheeks heating up. You didn't mind the label, it's just that you guys never had a chance to talk about it.

'Girlfriend? Since when did you have time to make things official?' Marc spat in a mocking tone.

Steven just shrugged. "Dunno, I've gotta talk to her about it first, but I just like her so much, Marc. I swear, I've never felt this way about anyone before. And- And I think she feels the same."

You smiled, knowing that he was right. You fixed your clothes, took a deep breath, then pushed the curtain aside. "Steven?"

Steven jumped, quickly turning around. "Y/n!" He quickly rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Bloody hell, I've missed you so much! It's like, I was there, you just couldn't hear me. And don't you worry, Marc got quite the ear full this morning for the way he yelled at you."

Though you could hear Steven rambling, you just couldn't pay attention to what it was about. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face against his shoulder. "Steven." You said, trying to get his attention.

"..and I was in a mirror? I think? I'm not quite sure how it works, actually."

"Steven."

"..I honestly can't help but wonder how long he's been in there. Like, is he the only one? Or what if I have a little french man in there as well?"

Or a spanish one, you thought. He obviously wasn't going to listen to you like this. You reached up and cupped his cheeks, pulling his face close to yours. "Steven."

Steven finally looked at you, a bit shocked. "Yes, love?"

"Shut up." You said, breathing out a laugh as you leaned up and pressed your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck once again.

Steven just stood there, his eyes wide, lips unmoving.

'Kiss her back!' Marc hissed.

Before you could pull away, thinking he was uncomfortable, Steven snaked his arms around your waist, holding you as close as he could, finally kissing you back.

When you both pulled away a few moments later to catch your breaths, you just stared at each other, soft pants escaping your smiling lips.

"Shall we?" Steven asked sheepishly, jerking his head towards the entrance of the pyramid.

You adored the bright pink shade of his cheeks in that moment, wanting to take a mental picture to keep forever. "Yeah." Was all you could manage, still light headed from your kiss.

You knew this was going to be a long journey; both this mission of Marc's and your relationship with Steven, but you were ready. For what? You didn't know exactly, but as long as you had Steven, you could do anything.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 4 months

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OMG PLS DO COCKWARMING W THE MOOMBOYS AAAAA. and why didnt u tell me that before 👿👿👿

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NOW YOU’RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE🫡 baby I got a whole ass catalog (not really, it’s mainly steven lmao) thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

COCKWARMING WITH THE MOONBOYS

moonboys x female reader (not as the moon system)

warnings. 18+ only!! cockwarming, writers brainrot, mdni

cockwarming with marc:

im thinking it will all be very intense and passionate - his gaze would never leave yours, watching you with lidded and focused eyes. you'd be below him, back on the mattress with him above, his cock tucked nicely inside you. he'd have his hands cupped around your face, holding you close as you kiss - it would be slow and sloppy, kinda messy and deep, like a real nasty, carnal snog. he'd cage you to the bed, and you'd wrap yourself around him - hugging him like a bear on a tree. he'd swallow your moans and his own would vibrate your tongue. he wouldn't move - just holding you like that, his dick snug inside you. towards the end (before he starts to move) he'd perch between your thighs, keeping his cock glued inside, and would play with your clit - thumbing over it, using himself as a plug for you. he'd make you cum on his cock using just his thumb, and only then would he fuck you -neigh, make love to you- making you cum all over again

cockwarming with steven:

you'd be straddling him, his cock stuffed inside as you both come down. the side of your face would be nuzzled into the crook of his neck as he strokes over your back - soft, small, gentle circles on your heated skin. he'd be catching his breath, chest rising and falling as he evens out, muttering sweet praises beside your ear about how you're his sweet girl. he strokes over the back of your head too, palm gliding over your hair - holding you almost protectively. super comforting and sweet - lots of reassurance afterwards. maybe you both fall asleep, keeping his dick tucked inside as you drift into a light slumber

cockwarming with jake:

you'd both be on the sofa, you perched upon his thighs/ crotch, your back against his chest. he'd be mean with it, not moving - leaving you completely desperate for any kind of movement. he'd grip your waist/ wrap his arms around your middle - stilling you. he loves the way you twitch and tighten around him, like you're begging for more. he'd rest his chin on your shoulder, looking down at your pussy with him wedged so perfectly inside. (not sure the proportions would be correct, but oh well, just pretend) you'd be a leaking mess, all of your wet dripping down his cock, pooling around his balls, making a mess on the couch. he'd play with your tits from behind, groping and squeezing them, muttering in spanish about you being needy. he wouldn't fuck you until you reach your absolute wits ends - a crying, desperate, frustrated mess - quivering and whimpering, begging for him to move

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im gonna, uhm, yeah.. what? okay bye

steven taglist: @thewinterv @bubblezuku @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @queerponcho @kinglokisqueen4ever

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queerponcho · 2 months

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Transfixed | part 5

previous part | part 6

collage made by me with pictures from pinterest

moonknight!system x female!reader

a/n: ahhhhhh i havent updated this fic in over a week!! i am so sorry lmao. Went skiing and had a lil meltdown but I am back and i will try and be more frequent with my posting i promise<3 thank you guys so much for engaging with the past parts and i've added so many new names to my taglist which is extremely exciting!! thanks lovies. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Warnings: no use of Y/N, fluff, making out, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, Jake being a menace <- this part only features Jake, Marc simping HARD, Steven being a cutie as always, spanish (without translations), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!

Summary: you're finally locking lips with your mysterious date in this one;) Jake makes sure you get home safe and you find out some things about him that you're not sure how to feel about. You get home at around 4 am in the morning...safely? let's hope so...

2,400 words

Your nose brushing against him and his grazing your left cheek. You let out a soft wavering breath and you look into his eyes. They were darker than before, you would recognise that look from any distance and you know that this wasn’t Marc nor was it Steven, this was Jake. You were certain of it.

He speaks up, only confirming your suspicion

‘¿Me dejas besarte, hermosa?’ he lowly asks you for a kiss. Without answering you almost magnetically move towards him. Your noses craze each-others and both of your hands move towards his face, cupping it gingerly. Jake watches you, mouth slightly agape, awaiting your move. ‘Humanidad’ playing in the back, the moment was utterly perfect. Finally, your lips touch, making a flame erupt in your heart. You part away after a soft loving peck and see him waiting with his eyes closed, his lips ready for another as you exhale amusedly and press your lips to his once more. This time a bit less patient, your hands tug him toward you, you feel his hands cover yours at the sides of his face. He then moves his hands to your face, cupping yours and caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs. You move yours to the back of his head and you thread your fingers through his beautiful curls.

He feels your tongue brushing over his lower lip, asking for entrance and he eagerly grants it. Your tongues meet in a soft dance, not unlike the one you’d just shared moments before. He pulls away regrettably, needing to catch a breath. You both keep your hands in the same position as before, you’re leaning on him completely and he stands as steadily as ever, completely unfazed as you rest your body against his. ‘Hi Jake’ you practically whisper, afraid to break the peaceful atmosphere. ‘Hola amor’ He speaks as if he were holding back a burst of emotion. ‘Didn’t think you’d show tonight’ you say while brushing stray curls back, behind his ears. His hands move to clutch you toward him by your back, caressing the middle of it softly. ‘Ay bebé i’m always watching, could’t let them have all the fun. Been waiting for you for too long to sit back and watch as they make you giggle and fluster.’ you suddenly remember something very important and back away abruptly from the loving embrace ‘Them! Marc and Steven- Y-you have to explain- you’re fronting right now. They’re gonna know you were here- I can’t- won’t lie to them. I can’t stand lying and even less so to them.’

After pacing, you stand your ground and look at him intensely, making sure he understands you are very serious about this. He moves toward you, with his hand extended to you, inviting you to take it and you do. He holds your hand in his and leads you towards the sofa. You sit down together, facing each other, grabbing a pillow to hug, grounding yourself. ‘I’m gonna tell them, I'll talk to them tonight. I didn’t plan on it happening like this, I was going to wait a little longer to be completely sure everything was taken care of and they’d be safe…but well-’ ‘well what?’ ‘I- I really couldn’t let either of them beat me to it.’ he says and you see his chest and ears flush red as he looks at you. ‘Beat you to what, Jake’ He moves closer so your legs touch and he cups your face once again. ‘to kissing you, cariño’ his proximity makes it hard to really comprehend what he’s saying. You move in to join your lips again but before yours can touch his, you pull away, placing your hand in the middle of his chest. ‘You’re telling me you are possibly putting them in danger because you wanted to ‘kiss me first?’’ you ask incredulously. You don’t know what kind of danger this could be, but from what little you knew about Jake it couldn't be good. Jake always seemed very secretive and there was a certain urgency towards his actions. So this danger must be pretty severe if it’s kept him from meeting his brothers for so long just to protect them. ‘Nena, don’t say it like that- you make me sound like an idiot.’ ‘well- maybe you are!’ you exclaim and try hard to look stern when you feel a slight smile tug at the corners of your lips. He really risked all that…just to kiss you? Your heart skipped a beat at the thought and you pause when he smiles at you, as if amused that you’d d insulted him. ‘Tesoro, I promise they're going to be fine, I’ll fix it. I always do…’ You want him to elaborate but you trust him. You know that this is all insane and complicated. You haven’t known them for long but you’ve had intense encounters with each of them. Feeling closer to them than you have to anyone ever before, getting to know them little by little felt like a treasure hunt, filled with happy moments you were meant to find on your way to the long awaited treasure.

Realising that it was already after midnight, Jake makes quick work of the dishes while you tell him more about the library, things like how long you’ve gone there and what it means to you. He can’t help but smile while listening to you talk about something you love as much as the library. You tell him many stories which include the orange cat “barry” the library owners had bought not too long ago.

Clearly you love that kitten, making Jake wonder if you wanted one of your own…maybe he could buy one for you one day. But what colour should he get? Would you also want an orange one or maybe a black one…oh black ones are cool, so mysterious- ‘Jake..? what are you thinking about?’ you have stood up from your chair on the other side of the kitchen island, watching him wash the dishes. The way his back moved and his folded up sleeves stretching over his arms was already enough to get your motor running but the mere fact that he was washing the dishes and drying each dish as he went…had you almost shaking with desire. ‘Oh nothin', chula- just thinking…’ he finishes drying the lasagna-dish and dries his hands on the towel. He leans back against the sink and tosses the towel on the kitchen island.

‘...are you thinking about Marc and Steven? About what you’re gonna tell them?’ you ask hoping to find out more about what's gonna happen as soon as you leave. He already explained that he can’t let any of the other two front right now, because they’d probably freak out and want you to explain. He needs to explain it by himself to be fully honest with them. ‘Ya sabes, I'll tell em' about…well, me…I think that would be a good start.’ you watch as his lips move into a tense line and you decide not to pry any further. It's their business after all…you pride yourself in not being nosy or very into gossip…although, admittedly it always was fun to talk shit about people.

You glance at the clock behind Jake and notice the large pointer nearing two AM. ‘I really should get going- I think there’s a bus-stop not too far from here I ca-’ he puts his hand on your waist and you stop your scrambling and stay put. ‘Muñeca, you don’t seriously think I’ll let you walk home at two in the morning do you?’ before you can start talking he answers his own question ‘-no. No you won’t. I’m drivin’ you home in my car.’ He places a quick kiss to your lips and lets go of your waist, grabs his cap, keys and leather gloves. Meanwhile you stand there still dazed from the casual quick kiss and watch him slide on the stretchy leather over his thick fingers and apply your entire concentration, to not climb him like a tree. He looks up and sees you staring, he chuckles to himself and turns around to collect your bag and coat. ‘Put on your pretty shoes and let's get a move on’. You do as he says, only partially annoyed by how easy it was to follow his orders.

You slip on your boots and put on your coat. He opens the door for you and locks it behind you, that’s when you notice he is still carrying your purse and doesn't intend to let it go anytime soon. You smile to yourself, and head down to the main entrance. It's raining outside and he moves you away from the street, keeping you underneath the partially covered part of the street, as he gets entirely soaked. You walk a few blocks when he takes a turn and unlocks a garage attached to a pretty unassuming building. He opens it to reveal the sexiest car you’ve ever laid eyes on. It was black and shiny and absolutely spotless.

He can’t help himself, you look so beautiful ogling his car and standing there soaked…your tights were completely see-through and the beige sweater clung to your body like second skin. He feels saliva gathering at the corners of his mouth when he snaps out of it and takes your hand, leading you into the garage. You slowly walk into the dimly lit, grey room and he opens the door for you.

Jake was very particular about his car and who got to be in it, he insisted on them being clean and without question, dry. At least usually he‘d care abt that, not right now though. All he needed to know was that you were safe. He drives out of the garage and makes quick work of locking it before driving to your place. You’re driving for a bit when you realise something, ‘Wait, I haven’t told you where I live…h-how are you going the right way?’ you ask in a distressed tone.

Now this was a fair question, since there really was kind of a bad reason as to why he knew where to drive…He had already once visited your apartment building. Not in a creepy, stalkery way…but also not, not in a creepy way? Ever since he first met you in the library, he would sometimes drive there and smoke a cigarette between clients. He would see your lights on and feel a sense of calm. That's how he knew that you were safe. He didn’t know why he cared so much about you…he just knew that you needed to be safe, that you were important somehow. So he kept you safe, in the only ways he knew. He rasps his throat ‘I-I read the message you sent Steven, where you mentioned your address.’ he lied. He had to, to make sure everyone was safe. He can’t tell you, at least not yet, not until you know more…

‘Oh, right, right- I forgot about that.’ he comes to a halt and you look outside to see your building. ‘Oh wow, th-that was so fast.’ Jake chuckles at your astonishment and exits the vehicle, making his way over to your side. He opens your door and holds out his hand for you, to help you get out of the car. He pulls you out and you end up pressed against him, your wet clothes stick to each other and you feel breathless at the smell of him and how close he is. ‘I hope you had a good time tonight, tesoro’ He strokes your jaw and palms your cheek softly. You nuzzle his hand and open your mouth to answer ‘I- I did…I enjoyed all of it, all of you. Please tell them that tonight, tell them th-that my heart grew like ten sizes because of tonight. I don’t know much about you all…but I know you have one thing in common’ you say while stroking the nape of his neck. ‘What's that hermosa?’ he says leaning closer ‘you all care so much, I feel so safe with all of you...thank you’ you say with a flushed face and watch his face harden. Jake doesn’t think he deserves your sweet words, as you said, you don’t know him. He doesn’t react to your compliments and opts for something sweeter than awkward silence and leans into you, capturing your lips in a long and tender kiss.

You moan into his mouth and he grabs your hips tighter, pulling you closer, moving you between his thighs, fully resting his weight on the hood of his car. Somehow you don't feel the uncomfortable sensation of the wet clothes sticking to you. Purely enjoying his lips and tongue moving against yours, practically savouring you like an expensive wine. He moves his hand to grab your ass and pulls you further towards him, making you very aware of his growing arousal when you feel it poking your thigh. You're brought back from your daze when you feel yourself wanting to grind against him on the streets of London. You pull back and he follows your lips with his, pulling you even further towards him. You turn your head away and giggle ‘Ja-Jake stop it’ you keep laughing as he kisses your neck teasingly.

He stops and softly holds onto your elbows as he sits back down on the hood of his car. Your breathing calms down and you look into his eyes leaning into him again, hugging him and giving him a quick peck. ‘Would you consider giving me my purse back now?’ ‘Of course, chiquita...But what will I get in return, ah?’ he brushes his nose against your neck and kisses it once, wetly. You shudder and pull away completely feeling your face burn under his watchful gaze. You open his side of the car and grab your purse, which was placed neatly on the driver's seat. You put on your bag and walk towards your front door, he follows you and you both come to a halt at the top of the short flight of stairs. ‘Thank you for driving me home, Jake.’ you lean up and give him a soft, slow kiss on the lips. You pull away to see him with his eyes closed, opening them slowly. ‘...Best reward there is’ he swoons, referring to his previous comment. He takes a step backwards, going down the stairs but keeps his eyes glued to you. Watching as you make your way into your building and he feels content once again, knowing you're safe.

You make your way into your apartment, not noticing your clothes dripping all over the floor. You replay all of the moments from this evening in your head and can’t stop yourself from breaking into a huge grin. You chuckle to yourself and feel your heart almost beat out of your chest at the memories flooding your head in huge waves. All the spots they touched on your body flaring up with heat. All of it comes to a stop when you see a white blur from the corner of your eye. Your breath hitches when you hear music playing and see the window open, suddenly very aware that you‘re not alone…

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moonknight!system x female!reader

a/n: I can't even begin to tell yall how cool i feel to have people reading what i write lmao. last week was super busy- i worked six days straight but i am so happy to finally post another chapter!! hope you like/ comment/ reblog if you enjoy(≧∇≦)ﾉ

Warnings: no use of Y/N, fluff, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, Jake being a menace, Marc simping HARD, Steven being a cutie as always, spanish (without translations), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!

Summary: finally ya'll get to read about the DATE!! Steven can barily hold it together and Marc stands on the side lines...at least that was the plan, but we all know that plans are made to be ignored. So Steven will unfortunately be interrupted by his brothers...more than once

4,800 words

‘He's here’ you mutter to yourself, running to the door making sure it's him and pushing the button to the intercom. ‘Yes, hello?’

The sweet voice rips him from his worry that he might’ve rang the wrong door despite checking the name and address for the millionth time. ‘..hello?’ you repeat unsurely into the intercom. ‘YES- uh i- yes hello, it’s Steven?’ he almost slaps himself mentally at his awkwardness but doesn't, when he hears your lively giggle easing him out of self-doubt. You buzz him in and he quickly pushes the door open. Making his way into the older looking building and going in the elevator. You quickly check your reflection in the hall mirror and apply the last layer of your favourite lipgloss when you hear the elevator doors creak open at the end of the hall. ‘You can do this- just be yourself!’ your reflection cringes at the self-pep-talk and you turn away from the mirror finally opening the door. You peek your head out the door and see Steven cautiously walking down the hall looking at all the nametags on the Apartments, before finally spotting you waiting at your entrance. He hurries towards you, you smile warmly at him and he returns the gesture with a flushed boyish grin. You stand in front of each other and you decide to break the silence ‘are these for me?’ you point to the flowers in his right hand. They were beautiful white flowers with red edges. ‘Yes, I- they’re carnations. I hope you like them’ he makes swift eye contact and rests his eyes back on the flowers, almost making you melt at his shy smile. ‘I love them, thank you Steven. Come in! I’ll quickly put them in a Vase before we leave.’ you step back into your apartment and wait for him to come in to close the door behind him.

He steps in and is immediately enveloped in your sweet scent. The Lighting is a warm yellow-y tone, the apartment is definitely not modern and looked rather old, but your personal furniture and decor gave it a youthful and warm ambience. All of it was very you. He loved it. ‘Did you have a hard time finding the apartment? I remember how I used to get lost easily in the first few weeks after I'd moved here.’ you ask him while picking out a vase from the cupboard. ‘Oh no, it was fairly easy to find- I think I've actually passed through here a few times before.’ he says pensively, still standing by the door not really knowing where to move. ‘I really like your home’ Steven says while looking around your open-plan apartment. He could even catch a glance of your bedroom from here, he wondered what it looked like in there…if he would ever get to see it personally…before he can fall down that rabbit hole he hears you answer. ‘Oh, um- thanks’ he catches you smiling and notices how you bite the inside of your bottom lip. He tries to not get caught up in the way you look while flustered like this- it was definitely doing something to him…he just wasn't sure what exactly, or rather he didn’t want to think about it too hard right now. Maybe later when he was back home…’So! Is the restaurant within walking distance or do we have to take the bus? Cuz if we have to take the bus I'll bring my bus-card.’ Steven blankly stares at you with a shocked expression ‘oh bugger, i totally forgot to tell you’ he mutters and avoids eye-contact but continues ‘all the restaurants are closed tonight-’ ‘oh-’ he sees your face fall but continues ‘yeah, I-i noticed a few hours ago and totally forgot to mention it to you since I was so busy buying and preparing the dinner, I am so sorry love- I- i understand if you don’t feel comfortable with going to my place-’ Stevens rambling is interrupted by your hands grasping his left hand, which had been resting on the countertop. Steven just stares at his hand enveloped in yours ‘you cooked for me?’ He snaps his head up and sees your soft smile and warm eyes. He can almost feel his knees give out at the sight in front of him, just now noticing what you're wearing and how beautiful you look in that too-big sweater. ‘Well…yes. Admittedly it might not be amazing but i-’ ‘I’m sure it's great steven, I can't wait to try it.’ you let go of his hand and he watches you grab your long coat and bag. You both head out the door and make your way out the building, on the way down he notices how his hand had somehow ended up back in yours, he feels his brain going fuzzy at the feeling of your hand enveloping his.

Your POV

Okay well yes, going to a guys place on the first date was something you wouldn't do on a usual date. But this isn't a usual date, is it? This is Steven, and well; Marc and Jake…can't really compare this to a regular dinner with some stranger. In the elevator you catch him looking at you from the corner of your eye. He notices you looking and turns a pretty shade of red, immediately moving his glance back towards the door. You have to bite back a giggle and make a move to take his hand back in yours. as soon as your fingers touch you feel your fingers tingle again. Just like when you were in the kitchen you get this tingling sensation and feel his heartbeat in your palm. As if you were holding his heart in your hand. As cheesy as it sounds, it's almost like you’ve felt this in another lifetime or like this has happened before…

You opt to walk to his place and stroll along the busy London street and talk about casual things like his work in the museum. Apparently he just got a job as a tour-guide in the museum of history and did tours of the different exhibits. His favourite being the Egyptian one. He seems fascinated by your interest in Egyptology and immediately basks in your attention, explaining tons of things to you and almost exploding with energy anytime you ask a question. Answering with “that's such an interesting question-“ or “many historians have speculated and cant seem to agree but I think-“. You can’t help but be almost entranced by his huge urge to teach you about something he clearly loves so much. You have hyper-fixations of your own so you feel very lucky that he's comfortable enough to indulge in his, so freely.

He slows you both down and steers you towards an old looking apartment building in an okay part of town. It's very central but has the older charm just like your place. you let go of his hand and watch him fumble with his keys. He seems distracted and you hear him mumbling something. You assume he’s talking to Marc and don't feel like it’s your place to butt into their quick exchange. You head in and he closes the door behind you walking you toward the elevator. ‘My favourite god? Oh well that's a hard one-’ ‘Steven, you haven't asked her shit about her interests, shut up for a minute and let her talk!’ ‘bollocks, you’re right- so um, ‘nough about me…you like drawing, eh?’

flustered at the sudden switch of topic you answer quickly ‘yes- I-I love drawing, have loved to draw all my life basically’ ‘oh so you’re a proper artist then! I’d love to see some of your work’ Steven smiles eyes shining with interest ‘well- you’ve seen some before…remember?’ you say and giggle when you notice Stevens face change from fascinated and sweet to shock and somehow…blushing fear? His mouth agape, while staring into your eyes ‘how could I forget’ standing very close once again, you'd moved really close during the too-long elevator ride. Standing toe to toe, staring longingly into eachothers eyes. Marc is pretty sure Steven has never kept eye-contact for this long consecutively.

But the spell breaks when the old elevator doors creak open and a dim ‘ding’ is emitted from the lift speaker. Steven clears his throat, the first to break the tension and turns away from you walking ahead to his apartment. You manage to unstick your feet from the floor and follow him.

You walk towards a deep navy blue door with the number 502 on it in gold metal letters. Even just the door looks homey and perfectly favours Stevens characteristics. The dark blue representing his shy nature but abundance in knowledge and love to give, the latter you haven't experienced first hand but you’ve felt it each time you touched him and held his hands.

The gold letters shining like his intense passionate nature, the one he exhibited when he told you all about egypt and the ennead. You may have known a lot of what he told you already, but it was so much nicer to hear it in his voice than it was to read it in those dusty forgotten books in the library.

‘Here we are, welcome to my humble abode’ Steven chuckles and opens the door for you. You return his remark with a roll of your eyes accompanied by a stifled giggle and walk in. If the door of the apartment already told you so much about him, his flat was as if you’d held up a mirror in front of his mind.

It looked exactly like what you’d expect- except for the tidiness…with the little information you’ve gathered on Steven, he certainly didn't seem like a very organised guy. Even just the way he holds a conversation can be all over the place (which admittedly you kinda love), you just assumed his place would reflect that. You leave that thought and look over to Steven, only to realise he’d finished taking the dish out of the oven and had been watching you. He looks back down at the dish quickly,

‘I- well we made a lasagna, well two actually- one vegan and one with meat. Realised I never asked ya which you prefer so we made both’ he says while taking out the meat lasagna out of the oven and placing it on the wooden counter. You can't believe he made two lasagnas instead of just calling and asking. He doesnt stop being adorable and that makes you crave his closeness even more. Once again your mind is reeling with the question you keep asking yourself…”why do i feel so connected to him…” Jake you understand…then again, even he had you in a trance much too quickly. You aren't one to fall in love or even find many non-ficitonal people attractive and captivating. Recognising their beauty, yes. You are an artist so of course you can appreciate someone's beauty, but getting up to follow someone through the library, that was definitely a one-time thing you did only with Jake. He- well they had like a pulling energy around them that felt like it was tugging you closer to them.

You realise that you might’ve been staring at Steven for a bit too long since he started shifting and fidgeting uncomfortably. His face, a deep shade of red. ‘I-is there something wrong?- d’do you not like lasagna? I-I could ask Marc to whip up something el-’ Steven is already cursing himself out mentally for not asking you what you like to eat when he feels your hand around his arm. You tug him closer and pull him into a hug, squeezing him close as if he were to disappear in the next few seconds. You thread your fingers into his curls and tug him even closer. Hearing his breath hitch you feel him melt into your touch and nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck, calming down by your touch once again. You feel his heartbeat but this time it resonates through your entire body, your hearts beating in unison.

He takes a deep breath and you blush at his content sighing. You hear him mumble something into your shoulder. ‘Hmm?’ ‘So the lasagna is okay then?’ you laugh and keep petting his head softly ‘I love lasagna’ you both pull back and you look into his eyes teasingly ‘and I'd love to try both of em’ you part from your hug completely and shoot him a wink. He blushes and he continues setting everything up while you take a stroll through his open-plan flat.

You hear clanking in the kitchen and low mumbling, you’re sure Marc and Steven are discussing the previous moment. You give them their space and blend out the noise while looking through the impressive book collection. You assume it’s Stevens with all the egyptology and history titles, you find a few Greek mythology books that you’ve also read yourself before, you love to take a dive into that world regularly and can’t wait to discuss it with Steven. Just at the thought of him, you can feel his heartbeat against your ribcage again, it feels so calming and almost entrancing.

You continue walking along the bookshelf, when you walk past a large fish-tank. It was pretty much situated in the middle of the open flat. In it were two goldfish swimming calmly, merely floating peacefully in the water. In the reflection of the glass you could see Steven zooming from one side to the other gathering the last few things to complete the dinner “presentation”. A fond smile graces your lips when you notice the postcards and quotes around the tank. Some were handwritten post-it notes with french phrases written on them. You move on and keep wandering through the apartment.

You are brought back from your thoughts, when you step into…sand? You notice a ring of sand around Stevens bed, this reminds you once again of the fact that no one knows of your location or these boys. You are in the midst of contemplating a text to your friends when you hear Steven shout- ‘Love, dinner is ready!’ You quickly put your phone back into your bag. You shuffle towards the living room table and try not to fold over at the domestic image before you. Steven is wearing a cute white apron with red strawberries printed on it. In one hand he is holding a bottle of wine, you bite back a smile when you notice he is trying to open the bottle and is visibly struggling.

It’s probably because he forgot to take off the right oven-mitt and the corkscrew keeps slipping out between the fabric. You make your way over to him and envelope his mitt-covered hand with yours slipping the corkscrew out of his limp hand easily. After opening the bottle you sniff at it, checking for the scent and humming at the familiar smell of red wine. ‘Next time, maybe try it without the oven-mitts’ you say with a teasing lilt in your voice and look up at him.

You’d taken off your shoes when you had entered the flat, leaving you in only your wool socks. You have to slightly look up at him only to see him…gazing. He looks at you with a content and loving expression, his eyes shiny and his cheeks flushed. He is breathing steadily and you can feel the warmth radiating off of him and you want to reach out again and smother him in affection that is definitely too early to be giving at this point of your relationship.

You’d moved between him and the table, leaving you wedged in between. You feel yourself getting lost in his eyes, the never ending deep essence in them seemingly carrying so much weight. The eyes, surrounded by tired and reddened skin, made him look that much more vulnerable, making your heart flutter even further for him. You break your eye-contact when you look down at the bottle, and move to hold it up to Steven. ‘Will you do the honours?’ you say with a cheeky smile. ‘Oh, it would be my absolute pleasure darling.’ he says while taking the bottle out of your hand, lingering more than necessary, making the tingle in your fingertips return once again. You keep watching him as he fills up both of your glasses.

‘Alright, I think everything is ready. Take a seat.’ Steven takes off the apron, gestures at the chair in front of him and pulls it out for you, motioning at you to take a seat. You hate how much the gentleman spiel is working on you, but there is a reason why it was established so long ago isn’t there. People doing things specifically to make your life easier, to protect and to impress you has got to be one of the hottest things anyone could ever do. You give in and take a seat on the comfy wooden chair and place the napkin on your lap, watching Steven as he makes his way around the table to take a seat himself. It's a small round table, it has a white table-cloth on it and two candles on a little plate placed at the centre of it. You even hear faint music playing in the back, they had clearly put effort into impressing you and it made your heart almost beat out of your chest.

‘Thank you both so much for cooking, I’m so excited to try this.’ you offer them a thankful smile and Steven returns it with a quick blush and nervous gaze. You look down at your portion of lasagna, Steven had served you half a piece of each dish so you could try them both simultaneously. You pick up your fork and dig in and it's- delicious ‘mhh this is so good omg’ you all but moan at the flavours collecting and mingling in your mouth. You look up when you don't hear any response or even soft acknowledgement toward your statement. You see Steven sitting there in front of his barely eaten vegan lasagna, staring nervously onto the plate. ‘Steven?’

Before Marc can stop it, he is teleported into fronting. It's been a long time since he was so quickly shoved into control and can’t help but feel bad for Steven for being stuck in the back in such an anticipated moment. Before he can even try and apologise to him he makes note of his surroundings realising quickly what the trigger must’ve been. Steven had taken but one bite of the vegan lasagna and had probably remembered the taste of the lasagna their dad made Marc for his birthday…the one before…before Marc can think any further about his troubling childhood memories, he hears you. ‘Steven?’ you say cautiously. shit - this is so awkward, he has to save himself and he tries to do it in the only way that comes to mind; pretending to be Steven. ‘I-i am olroight luv-oll good’ he puts on an uncomfortable grin and is admittedly kind of impressed with himself. He had previously pretended to be Steven when he used to work in the gift-shop. No-one used to talk to him there though so he just had to continue working to save face. He continues eating and pretends to take a sip of wine, trying to behave and move like Steven does.

You’re a bit confused… Just moments before, Steven seemed really happy and comfortable, now he kinda looked all stiff and was acting really strange. You wonder if they might’ve switched again because he seemed so abruptly different, or maybe one of the other guys had said something to make him nervous. Trying to take his mind off it, you distract him with friendly and curious conversation. ‘So Steven, what made you choose the lasagna as the perfect dish for tonight?’ you ask genuinely curious, already almost finished with your plate. ‘It’s an old famly recepey- o-our dad um I mean father used to make it..’ too focused on the switch of emotion in his eyes, you forget to keep looking for anything that might lead to an explanation to his strange behaviour. He looked kind of sentimental and you feel him wanting to hold things back, before you can tell him that he doesn’t have to tell you anything he’s uncomfortable with, he continues. ‘It’s one of the best memories I have with him, making this lasagna for my birthday…back when everything felt so…right…’ you sit there awestruck by the raw emotion on his face. The warm candle-light reflecting in his tear-welled eyes and casting beautiful shadows on his face, you’re mesmerised. He huffs out a deep breath and clears his throat, lifting his head back up to meet your gaze, smiling at you softly. ‘It’s basically the only thing I know how to make properly’. You don’t notice his accent changing from a bad british, to a chicagen one and instead compliment him on the great job he did. ‘Well, it’s very delicious.’ you say contentedly and faintly see his face turn a soft pink at your praise.

‘Oi! So you’re allowed to tell her all about our business but I'm not? That’s very rich of you Marc, you...you hypocrite!’ Steven exclaims into Marc's consciousness, entirely pissed at the fact that Marc basically stole his date from him. ‘Shut up, Steven-’ Marc says through gritted teeth, trying to hide his slip up with a badly timed fake cough. Despite Marc's effort, you hear him, finally putting all the pieces together and notice that you might be facing Marc right now and not Steven. You feel a sense of excitement at meeting this new alter and can’t wait to find out more about him. It did bug you a little that he was trying to pretend to be Steven instead of just telling you, but still, you understood his apprehension since this wasn’t a regular situation for either of you. You hear Marc clear his throat and bring your attention back to him. ‘I’m so glad you loike it dahrlin we really did ouah behst’ now that you had connected the dots to this man being Marc, you had a really hard time trying to ignore the terrible british accent. You hold your breath slightly, keeping back a bubble of laughter and continue eating after smiling at him politely. ‘Marc you’re making me sound like a complete knobhead. I’m an academic for christs-sake, you could at least pretend to have some semblance of respect for me.’ Steven is a petty man, entirely unhappy with his situation, he finds it in his right to make Marc's life a bit harder right now. Another cough is heard from Marc when you hear him mutter something into his napkin. ‘Are you okay? Would you like some water?’

‘hmm?? No no alls good, sweets’ he quickly disputes. Now, that you can’t ignore. Despite your biggest efforts you burst into laughter, your stomach hurting from it. You feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes and see Marc gradually joining you, surely laughing just as hard as you, pressing his palms into his eye-sockets. ‘Sweets??? Really?? Steven has never called me sweets- ever’ you trail off into another fit of laughter. Marc calms down and catches his breath.

‘Dammit- I really thought i’ve heard him say that one before’ you’re laughter dying down, you look at each other, the smiles still glued to your faces and they don’t seem to diminish even after a few minutes. ‘So…what gave me away?’ he asks curiously. ‘You have by far the worst english accent i have ever heard.’ ‘what! That was my best performance by far!’ He puts up an offended act, making you giggle and you try your best to look serious. ‘I'm so sorry to telly you, but you were terrible’ you can't keep a straight face and once again the laughter returns into the room and you wipe your eyes. He extends his hand across the table and you reach out and shake it.

‘I’m Marc’ He says, looking relieved to be able to speak in his own voice and accent once more. You introduce yourself to him and eventually, you both continue eating the lasagna and move into casual conversation. Marc tells you about how he reminded Steven of the fact that every restaurant was closed and how turbulent their day had been. How he cleaned up the apartment and tried to organise Stevens books only to give up after 2 hours and just shoving them under the bed. Cooking for you and making sure that they looked presentable, forcing Steven to use a hair-product and to put on a proper, nice shirt. At the mention of his shirt, you trail your eyes over him. Noticing how comfortable he looked. He had folded his sleeves up to his elbow, exposing his forearms. He looked so good like this, you felt your mouth watering at the sight of him. You’d stopped listening and at some point he had stopped talking, looking at you smugly and analysing your reaction towards him. He slightly moved his hand, clenching and unclenching it. He sees you biting the inside of your lip and hears Steven in his head ‘Gods she is so beautiful like this’ ‘mmhm, she is…’

the sound of Marc's gravelly voice rips you out of your daydreams, feeling your ears heating up violently. ‘You havin’ fun there, sweetheart?’ Marc says while raising his left eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest, making them look even thicker. ‘I-oh heh…sorry’ you scratch an invisible itch on the side of your neck, and look away from him, averting your gaze from his playful smirk. You felt his gaze staying on you and can’t keep yourself from turning your head back towards him and feeling your entire body buzzing with electricity. Marc was much more intense than Steven, looked intimidating, in the best way.

He looked like he could protect anyone from anything, like he’d do anything for those he loved. His gaze, steady and confident, sure of himself but also guarded, like he wasn’t gonna show you everything right away. He wasn’t Steven afterall, who was the exception, the only man to expose himself completely to everyone without even trying to hide his genuine feelings and intentions. They were so different, all of them so unique and so unlike the other. You feel warmth spread through your body like a warm current passing from your head to your toes. ‘Nono, don’t apologise’ he leans on the table and reaches for your other hand resting on the table, holding it gingerly in his, making circles with his thumb over your hand.

You watch the movement and look at his hand caressing yours, revelling in the returning fuzzy feeling in your mind and the tingles emitting from his touch. You feel his heartbeat again, slow and steady, like a confident but soft stomp. You feel his calloused thumb making soothing circles and close your eyes at the different sensations, humming contentedly. ‘Hmm’ you humm with the familiar song playing in the back, it was a track from Natalia Lafourcade ‘Caminar bonito, my favourite-’ before you can finish the thought, you hear the chair before you slide backwards over the floor. You look up and see Marc, standing next to you and he tugs you upwards to stand with you.

Now you’re both standing and he tugs you towards the open space in front of the huge archway that they had made into Stevens' bookcase. You’re standing flush against him, chests close together and he takes your left hand in his, intertwining your fingers and moves his other hand to your waist.

His thumb continues soothing you and you place your other hand on his shoulder. You start swaying to the beat of the song, easing into each other's movements. You rest your head on his shoulder and he moves his hand, which was resting on your waist, to the middle of your lower back. You move your intertwined hands closer to you, hugging them towards you and move your other hand from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, softly petting his grown out locks at the back of his neck. Gently swaying from side to side you continue humming to the record. Several minutes later you look up at him and see him already looking at you. Feeling and hearing your heart-beats synced up and the soft beat of the music was making your vision almost blurry. Both of you softly sway to the music, pattering your sock-covered feet on the hardwood floor. He untangles your fingers and holds your hand in his, you feel his hand on your lower back lead you to make a twirl. You both smile and you successfully make the twirl and end up that much closer to him. Your noses brushing and his, grazing your left cheek.

You let out a soft wavering breath and you look into his eyes. They were darker than before, you would recognise that look from any distance and you know that this wasn’t Marc nor was it Steven, you were certain of it.

He speaks up, only confirming your suspicion. ‘¿Me dejas besarte, hermosa?’

a/n: This one is alot longer lmao but i promised the date so here it issss. In the next part Jake ensures that you get home safely and drives you back in his pretty car. Get ready for a cliche rain-kiss and a mysterious cliffhanger ;)

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a/n: AHHH- Thank you all so much for reblogging, liking and commenting on my past chapters!!! I just reached 50 reblogs and it honestly means the world that people are embracing a newbie like me (✿◠‿◠)

Warnings: no use of Y/N, fluff, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, Jake being a menace, (eventual smut, the chapters will be marked individually), inaccurate depictions of DID, egyptian mythology and religion (although I did extensive research I took liberty in changing some things to adhere to my plot...), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!

Summary: Steven and Marc have a little...carfuffle when Jake finally lets them front again, after days of taking over. The date plans are set and both parties eager to meet soon but are we surprised when things don't go as planned..?

2,200 words

Steven at home

‘I can’t believe this- how does this even happen Steven?’

‘Mate, I don't know! You were there weren’t you? You know how it happened…’

‘So you’re tellin’ me that any pretty girl can just sit there and you will literally tell them all about our personal business???'

‘How else was I supposed to find out about Jake huh?? Say that he’s my identical twin brother and then have to explain myself-'

‘Steven you would never have had to explain anything! Because this was supposed to be ONE conversation over a non-committal coffee- not a damn first date.’ Marc replies sternly. He looks at Steven in the glass of the fishtank and notices him looking deflated and guilty. Great- now he feels guilty for making Steven feel guilty. ‘I-I am sorry man, I shouldn't've gotten this mad, you know how I am about…personal stuff.’ Marc says sincerely. He really has been trying to be better at communicating, it’s been a feat to get here but he would do anything to make Steven's life easier. ‘It’s alright Marc..you’re right I should call off the date’ Steven says while looking at his hands, remembering your touch on his shoulder. The way you made him trust you so easily, even though he barely knew you. How desperately he wanted to get to know you an- ‘Steven, you know we share a brain right?’ Marc says trying to stop Steven from swooning any further. ‘Look- clearly you like her and she seems to like you as well, so who says this won’t turn out well?’ ‘well- you know: “we share a brain”’ Steven says, mocking Marc's previous comment. ‘Okay okay I get it- I messed up. I’m sorry. There, will you let me help you now?’ Marc looks at Steven expectantly.

Days passed since they had returned home after you left them in the cafe. Steven was pretty sure Jake had taken over after leaving the coffee-shop but he was finally fronting again after a few days. Steven squints his eyes at Marc but relents ‘alright fine, I don’t know what to text her…I think she might be waiting for me to initiate conversation…’ ‘You realise we wouldn't have this issue if I had fronted and you wouldn't have had the chance to fall in love like a desperate teen-boy’ ‘I thought you said you lay off with the mean comments! And i am NOT in love-’

‘yeahyeah, you’ve never had a girlfriend have you? You must be reeaaally nervous…’ he adds in a singsong voice. Marc won’t let up, he’s being dragged into this mess so he might as well have a bit of fun. ‘Okay now I know you’re just takin’ the piss- are you gonna help me or not?’ Steven says fully aware of his embarrassing situation. ‘Alright, you text and I tell ya how to start, alright?’

‘Oh bollocks- uum okok I-I can do this..’ Steven is fronting now sitting on the office-chair and stares at his phone screen, starting with a simple introduction.

steven is typing...

‘Hiya- it’s me Steven!’

He had written, deleted and rewritten the message about six times before finally sending it.

You answered very quickly, you’d been waiting for him to text since you got home a few days ago. Processing everything that happened between you and steven- and well, Jake.

‘hi:) glad to hear from you. I wanted to apologise for leaving so abruptly, but it was all a bit much to process and i was running super late for work haha…i hope you understand’

‘Of course luv. If you’ve got any questions you can always ask, I hope you know that.’

‘i do’

‘i was actually hoping to ask you some questions on that date you promised me;)’

You seemed a bit more forward over text and Steven did not mind it one bit, since it was just the push he needed.

‘Right! I thought we could meet friday? There's this great vegan restaurant, I'd love to take you there?’

‘sounds great! could you pass me the address of the place?’

‘No need luv- I’ll pick you up.’

‘oh!’

‘that works too’

You hadn’t realised the age gap until this moment. They were probably around 10 years older than you with you being in your mid-twenties. You did notice the wrinkles and silver strands when you first saw Jake but hadn’t really thought about the fact that he was about a decade older than you. Just now as he offered to pick you up did you realise the generational difference. You didn’t have an issue with it, you’ve always liked your partners to be a bit older so this definitely wasn’t a turnoff. If anything it only amplified your attraction.

‘I’d love your address’

‘Whenever you get the chance to send it:)’

‘right! sending it now…’

You send him your address.

‘Thanks luv. Alright, I’ll see you Friday at 7pm then?’

‘yes! see you tomorrow steven<3’

He sat back, setting his phone on the sink. ‘Alright there's your date’

‘Thanks for taking over, Marc- couldn’t have done it alone’

‘Relax Steven- this was just texting. But you realise I can’t just take over during the date, right?’

‘Of course I know that…doesn’t mean you shouldn’t stand by just in case…’

‘So- wait, what are we gonna do with Jake's notebook?’

‘I uuhm couldn't find anything besides drawings and sketches of her…I mean at least we had those, otherwise we would’ve never found out about him loaning that book.’

‘By the way…we know Jake likes her as well, by getting to know her better, we have a chance of actually luring Jake out-’

‘That might be true but that's not our goal! I- I actually like her…she might become my first proper girlfriend, I don't wanna mess this up.’ Steven is adamant on getting to know you, very hopeful of the connection he feels towards you. An almost magnetic pull he felt between you, one he has never felt with anyone before.

Marc chuckles at the reminder but reassures Steven, ‘And we won't, I promise, you will do fine Steven’

Friday

It’s 4 am. You’ve been trying to sleep for the past four hours but the thought of getting to see Steven and possibly Jake later today was not letting you relax. If anything it was causing a very persistent tension…in places you really dont wanna delve into. In fact, you’re trying really hard not to think about that tension, which might be the exact reason as to why you can’t seem to find your way to a peaceful slumber. You try to distract yourself by thinking of how this all even started. The way Jake intrigued you since the beginning and had you speechless every time he appeared. And you think about steven- steven who's the polar opposite to jake and is this shy sweetheart that can’t seem to even look you in the eyes but somehow managed to bluntly ask you out on a date. You keep thinking about them and their differences and analyse them, not noticing your eyes slowly shutting closed and your thoughts slowly forming into vivid dreams based on your memories with the boys…you sit up in your bed abruptly remembering your texts with steven. Realising you had shared your private address with a fucking stranger…you hold your head in your hands and push your palms into your eye-sockets trying to calm down. You don't actually know shit about these men…you really should’ve told your friends about them cuz literally no one knows about these encounters. But truly it was all so bizarre and absurd that you really didn’t want your friends to spoil it for you by using anything close to logic or realism. To maybe argue that they could have anything untoward in mind with you.

You lay back down and finally feel a wave of exhaustion hit you. You want to believe that they actually maybe even like you…of course there is a possibility that Steven only asked you out to find out more about Jake. oh and marc, was it? You wonder what he might be like and if he's anything like his alters. You turn from your clock having hit 5am and finally force yourself into sleep.

You wake up to your alarm blaring and prepare yourself for work. You start the day groggy and tired due to only sleeping four hours. But just the thought of your date tonight has you motivated enough to hurry up and catch the next bus.

Moonboys POV

Marc woke up around noonish since Steven took forever to finally fall asleep. Lately he’d been better but last night he was as jittery as a six year old the night before christmas. Currently standing in the kitchen brewing himself a cup of black coffee and prepping his mug with two brown sugars. ‘So loverboy, what are you planning for tonight?’ He says while wearing an amused smirk on his face.

‘Okay well first off, cool it with the nicknames yeah? And secondly you literally texted it for me yesterday. We are goin’ to my favourite restaurant.’ Steven replies proudly while also ashamed for not even having the balls to text you himself. ‘About that…I don’t think that place is open right now- in fact I think all the restaurants are closed today, no?’ Marc remarks and pours himself the long awaited bitter brew. ‘Wha-Whatareyousayin mate??’

‘Well’ He clears his throat ‘when I woke up I saw today's date and remembered that today is that weird holiday, the only thing open are convenience stores and the 24-hour Tesco’ he says, his voice laced in an amused tone and takes a slow sip of his sweetened coffee. ‘Bollocks- what am I gonna do?...I could cook?’ ‘Steven’ ‘No, I-i can't even make a- a salad! How the hell am i supposed to cook for her if I can't cook marc?!’ he says panicked ‘Steven’ marc sternly interrupts, carefully putting his half empty mug on the counter

‘I can help you. I may not be amazing at it but I can remember a few things from- from what our dad taught us.’ Marc and Steven rarely talked about their past but recently they were kinda forced to deal with it. Just the fact that they, let alone Marc, can mention anything from that time so casually is kind of a huge step for them.

Marc and Steven spend the rest of the day planning, buying and preparing the food for the date. The time comes when Steven has to take over the body to get ready to pick you up. He finds a shirt in the back of his closet- same oversized cut as his others but a bit less casual and more sleek looking than the usual shirts he wears. His hair is as unruly and fluffy as usual despite Marc insisting on sleeking it back. He convinces him to use some curling cream he had found in the back of the bathroom drawer.

Steven applies it sceptically, coming to the conclusion that it does look pretty good. He makes his way to your address making sure to ring on the right door. Basically buzzing from anxiety, Marc is doing everything to keep him calm and rehearse with him what he was gonna do and say when you ringed him in and opened your door, knowing full well, that all the preparation would fly out the window when he actually met you…Jake is silently watching this all transpire and cant help but be amused at all this, not admitting that he was actually a bit nervous himself.

You came back from work tired BUT extremely excited to get ready. You had to stay a bit longer than anticipated and thus only had about one hour to get ready. Hopping in the shower as quickly as possible you try to calm down under the warm streams of water hitting your body, melting all the tension out of your back, shoulders and sore legs. Work had been exhausting and this shower was proving to get difficult to leave. But the alarm you had set to remind yourself of the time, successfully cut your relaxation short. You quickly exited your shower wrapping your body in a fluffy white towel. Wiping the steamy mirror to see your reflection more clearly, you start getting ready. Adding whatever products you use to your hair and applying sweet smelling lotion to your body, basically doing any- and everything to make you feel as confident and ready as possible for your date, who was supposed to arrive iiiin…twenty minutes?!

You hurried your makeup routine and rushed to your room quickly picking out an outfit you felt sexy in but also had a grounding and comfy vibe. You threw on a beige knitted sweater, which had an oversized fit with a mini-jean skirt. Paired with sheer brown tights, thigh-high beige cashmere socks and brown leather knee-high, high-heeled boots. Finishing off the look with your favourite jewellery and accessories, you look over at the clock. It's 6.50pm and you are just adding the last finishing touches to your look and making sure you've moved all the important things from your ‘work-bag’ to your ‘going out purse’ when the door rings. ‘He's here’ you mutter to yourself, running to the door making sure it's him and pushing the button to the intercom. ‘Yes, hello?’

a/n: hope yall liked this chapterrr- in the next chapter you'll be able to read all about the date and i am SO excited for yall to read about it *squeals* don't mean to toot my own horn but GURL it's so good i already wanna post it ♪(´▽｀)

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Summary: You haven't seen Jake for a while and are sure you won't ever meet him again. In fact you've convinced yourself to be unbothered by that theory and are planning to live with it. In typical Jake fashion, those plans are to be disrupted with a surprise visit to his new, favourite part of town...

2,700 words

Two weeks later

You continue working on your latest hyperfixated studies in the library and try your best to forget about him. You knew it was probable that you weren't going to see him again. So you quickly went back to drawing the library kitten, when you weren't working at the shelter or studying. You tried your best to stick to the cat and really focus on her cute paws and the green spots in her honey coloured eyes…but even those somehow remind you of him. This of course brings back the feeling of you pressed between the bookshelf and his front. His thumb on your chin and his crooked nose so close to brushing yours…how in the hell were you supposed to forget? Him and his advances rivalled many good romances you had read about. The library was starting to feel stuffy so you decided to take a break from sketching and to go get a coffee in the cute place next door.

Giving the kitty one last treat before stepping out the door, you turn around to wave the cat goodbye ‘byeee barry! See you again soo-’ you stumble backwards over the sidewalk landing on someone. You’re about to apologise when-

‘we really gotta stop meetin’ like this, nena’ Like in any bad romance you meet him again by literally falling into Jake's lap. You look over your shoulder and see him smirking while resting his chin on your shoulder, making his face be much closer than you had expected. You scramble to your feet and dust off your sweater. Leaving him sitting on the floor. ‘Not even gonna help me up?? ay…que mala’ he tutted. He stands up swiftly, looking very pleased with himself.

‘Hello to you too Jake, i-if you could excuse me I really need to go get my coffee’ you say while you push past him, walking two steps but stopping when he stands in your way looking almost panicked.

‘W-wait wait darling, let me buy you a coffee…please?’

You almost make a comment about the very british nickname but are taken aback by his uncharacteristic pleading eyes. It seemed very unlike him but you weren't about to refuse the pretty man you’ve been pining over. ‘Alright- Sure Jake, let's get coffee’ you say smiling but feeling like something's off. You walk slightly ahead, leading him to the nearby cafe. You can see Jake in your peripheral vision, he looked really nervous, seemed to be twitching weirdly and muttering some intelligible things. Maybe he was just in his head about something...you didnt wanna pay it any mind. You entered the „Moonbean “ café. It was this cute and cosy place with lots of natural light and many plants. After you get your ice coffee and Jake (to your surprise) buys himself a black tea with oat milk and honey, you sit down at a corner booth.

‘Ssso, ahem Jake. Is there anything you wanted to tell me or..?’ you ask, trying to make this situation seem like a normal sircumstance. ‘um yes! Or well no…it's kinda hard to explain but I need to know how you know…well- me..?’ he says while glancing into your eyes intently. ‘...okay, Jake I don't follow..’ you laugh awkwardly. ‘Okay so here's the deal' he rubs his hand over his face distressedly, 'I have DID, also known as dissociative identity disorder a-and we are two people in this system. Marc and Steven- well me! Steven' he takes a deep breath and keeps going. 'So, I wanted to have a coffee with you because we have been feeling like there might be a third consciousness, sharing our body that we don't know about...’ Steven says just a smidge too fast ‘...okay…Steven…what makes you think I have got any information on this third consciousness?’ you ask genuinely curious. You have read about DID but you have never actually talked to anybody that lived with it.

‘Well…you did call me Jake about five times which leads me to think that erm- you might know a thing or two about him.’ just now you noticed how his entire presence was completely different from Jakes. Jake led with his chest and had a confident smirk practically glued on his face. Steven on the other hand looked tired and like he wanted to hide from any discomfort around him. His shoulders were rounded and his eyes looked like those of a lost puppy in need of a hug, which you were very inclined to give him. Unfortunately for you, his lack of confidence did not make him any less attractive. Which meant you still couldn't tear your eyes away from his features and had to work hard on not embarrassing yourself like last time. Remembering you had to answer him you perked up ‘right, well- I only know him in passing. How come you knew he was at the library?’ you say trying to redirect his attention away from your potentially…strange connection to Jake, don’t really wanna out yourself as a stalker…‘Funny story actually- erm I found this wood-panel in my floor that had a burner phone, gloves, a flat-cap and a small notebook with a folded piece of paper hidden inside. These items confirmed mine and Marc's belief that there might be a third. What surprised us more tho, is what we saw when we unfolded the paper…let me..’ he clears his throat and reaches into his satchel, he hands you the paper but looks to the side, avoiding eye-contact. You unfold it…and immediately want to die. ’oh fuck me- so um- w-what made you think it had anything todo with the- um, library?’ You try to keep your composure but it's very hard when the drawing was of course the sketch he’d taken from your collection two weeks ago. Naturally, he’d gotten his hands on one of the more "racey" drawings you’d drawn of him, you weren't entirely surprised that stalking a handsome stranger could ever come back to haunt you.

‘So the paper has a footnote printed on it with an address…see? Right here a-above my- well Jakes bound wrists- ahem well yes so then w-we came here and bumped into you…’ his sentence died out and he shyly looked away while blushing. Steven was an adorable man, you were finding it hard to really focus on this serious conversation when all you could think about was how his hair was so unruly this time and his curls were bouncing above his eyebrows, making him look even prettier. How he wears his clothes two sizes too big, hiding his broad shoulders beneath 4 different layers of fabric. You snap out of it ‘so um- any idea who drew it?’ you ask while feeling a warm sensation crawl up your back and your heart-beat increasing ever so slightly. ‘Well- since it’s more…intimate in nature we assume he is perhaps seeing someone..?’ Inhaling sharply you try to stay calm. You really didn't want to tell them that you, a stranger, drew this but seeing Steven so exhausted and distressed convinced you to do the right thing. ‘ um- so..ahhh well…I drew that…’ You closed your eyes and squinted, opening one eye to see Stevens reaction. He was frozen, you swallow strenuously ‘um- Steven..? Everything okay…?’ you ask reluctantly.

He stares into your eyes and is blushing intensely, looking like a red traffic-light. He's so cute. ‘Yes! I am fine- sorry love, I-I just did not exp-’

‘not expect that a total stranger would draw a lewd picture of you? Well, yes I definitely understand that notion’ you laugh. Funnily enough, Steven's nervousness was helping you calm down a bit and not feel as awkward. But something tells you that having this conversation with Jake would've absolutely killed you. ‘Yeah, I also did not expect to immediately run into the artist behind our one and only clue about…Jake, is his name?’

‘Y-yes his name is Jake..’ even just saying his name made you feel flustered. Steven noticed your change of demeanour and found it pretty interesting, choosing to interrogate a bit further. ‘Darling- you were saying you know Jake in passing. Would you mind telling us more about the times you saw him? ’

Were all of this man's personalities into giving you heart-melting nicknames? Maybe someday you’d get to meet Marc well enough to find out… you can’t stop your mind from conjuring up a rom-com-like sequence with them…baking together and going grocery shopping, getting caught making out in your paradise library and going home to keep climbing him like- a hand waving in front of your face interrupts your intriguing daydream. 'Are you okay, love? I know this is a lot to process- if you need a break just tell me, yeah?’

‘oh! Yes! I mean no- I am fine. Sure Steven, I'll tell you about Jake.’ You sit up in your chair and begin to tell him about seeing Jake for the first time. He puts his elbows on the table leaning in, not wanting to miss a single detail of your story.

‘-so yeah then he walked out with this thick leather bound book. It had some Moons carved onto it's cover, that's all I can remember. Then I didn't see him for about a month, until he came back last week to return the book.’ You notice Steven's eyes light up at your mention of the moon-details.

‘he didn't buy the book?’

‘he couldn't, the book is a unique scripture and can only be loaned for a maximum of 30 days.’

‘okay…but something still confuses me. When did you meet him, if he only came back to return the book- and how did he even get the drawing you made of him?’ God, you really didnt wanna talk about this. Maybe you could find a way around actually telling him about what happened, to avoid the embarrassment. ‘Well- he came in and gave back the book. Then he went to look around …and we accidentally bumped into each other. I dropped all my things and he picked up the drawing and kept it without me knowing. We introduced ourselves to each other aand…that's it! Then he left!’

‘huh…are you sure that's all that happened?’ He says, his eyes turning darker. you were starting to sweat. You never were a very good liar, especially if attractive people were the ones asking the questions. ‘Mhm! Yeah. That's all’ you haven’t been looking him in the eyes. Jake might have intense and hooded eyes but Steven had impossibly earnest and rounded eyes. You could never lie while looking into such an adorable face. only you hadn’t noticed that the man before you wasn't Steven anymore- ‘hola hermosa. You miss me?’ your head whips back towards him at the familiar nickname. In the short amount of time he had somehow, slid over to your side of the booth. ‘Chiquita…why don't you wanna tell him the truth, ah? You scared he might leave when you tell him about your...stalkerish tendencies? Steven is a smart man, he won't leave such a gorgeous woman behind...’ he winks at you moving closer so your thighs touch.

‘Jake- what is going on. Why aren't you talking to Steven? He’s saying he doesn't know anything about you- fuck me this is all too much’ You say exasperated. You jolt up feeling his breath on your neck. ‘mmh querida i’d love too but I think this cafe might not be the best place for such…improper activities…’ by now he's long moved into your personal space and started caressing you right above your knee, still breathig over your neck. ‘Jake- i-i am being serious I-’ His hand moves up your thigh gingerly and he starts grazing his nose over the spot under your ear. You’ve already forgotten what you were even talking about and why you were even in this coffee-shop to begin with. Your eyes were fluttering and you were breathing deeply trying to stay calm, feeling his hot breath fan over your neck. Once again, trapped between his chest and wooden furniture. He smelled so good, like dark coffee and vanilla, mirroring the bitter sweet smell of Stevens black tea perfectly. If you could buy his smell as a laundry detergent you would douse your linens in it. He circles his arm around your back and waist and lets it rest on your hip. You expose your neck further to him, inviting him in to keep going. You hear him chuckle and wait for him to start kissing your neck. Just as his lips are about to touch you, you feel his hand twitch on your hip, causing your eyes to snap open. You were surprised to see a pair of round and frantic eyes staring right back at yours.

‘Oh Jesus christ! I am SO sorry, love. I don't know what came over me! P-please I promise. I really can’t contro-’ you cut in before he could continue his panicked rambling.

‘Steven, it's okay! Don't worry, I-I understand this isn't really something you can control. No need to panic.’ you give him a warm smile which he returns with a blush. Putting your hand on his shoulder trying to reassure him with your gentle touch. His rather dreamy expression gets interrupted by a tense and pensive one. He shakes his head, seemingly shaking off his serious expression. You let go of his shoulder, placing your hand back in your lap.

‘so- just- just based on observations I-I just feel like you might be closer to Jake than you first led us to believe…?’ It wasn't as much a question as it was a statement. You really needed to come clean, even though this would most probably leave you a blubbering, flustered mess.

‘Alright, yes. But it’s not what you think- we never actually did anything intimate…we-we just came a bit close to it like twice or something…’

‘close to what exactly? Darling, i-i don't mean to be rude but we are still talking about things that happened with my body here, so I’d really like to know what happened...?’ You understand why he is getting frustrated but this was really hard to tell someone. Especially because this someone looked exactly like the person who you were just pressed against mere moments ago-

he interrupted your train of thought by calling out your name ‘sweetheart- please. I'm begging you to just tell me what happened’ he takes your hands in his making your arms tingle ‘yes! sorry Steven- this is just a lot to process. Okay i’ll tell you…’ You finally told him about the second “meet-cute”, when you dropped your things because you bumped into Jake after being too focused on his features and had lost sight of him. How he got closer and closer to you and you were trapped between him and the bookshelf. How you, just as before, brushed noses and almost kissed before being forced out of your bubble. After relaying the past events between you and Jake, you looked up from your twiddling fingers and were greeted by a glowing red Steven. He was tugging on the loose skin around his fingernails and had his hands barely peeking out of his too-long sweater, looking right past you. He had a sheen covering his face and couldn’t stop fidgeting.

‘Steven i am really sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable, if I’d known…I just- I- I don’t think you understand-’

Now he refocused his gaze on your eyes and looked even more stunned than before. ‘Sorry to be so forward but- ugh just look at you! How the hell was I not supposed to study you?! You are every artist's dream, with those angular facial features and the inky black curls adorning your head I just can't believe you are this unaware of the effect you have on a room. I know I sound like an absolute cree-’ before you can keep going he cuts you off ‘Would you like to go on a date with me?’

You stopped talking, mouth open without a sound coming out of it. Did he just ask you out?

‘I- if you don’t want too I unde-‘

‘NOno! I mean YES- yes I’d love to go on a date with you, Steven…’ you bit your lip, trying to contain your grin and saw that Steven was doing the same.

You gave him your number and left him alone in the coffee shop. After turning around to wave goodbye one last time you cross the street and walk home. ‘Oh my god’ you giggle to yourself and make your way home.

a/n: I am so happy you guys liked the first chapter of this fic and hope you like this one aswell!! more chapters are comin' with more tension and plot-twists aaand maybe even a certain marc...

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