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thesecretwriter · 4 months

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how each moon boy would react to an argument with you – part 2.

summary: what the title says!

warning: fluff – like I said in part 1!

word count:

a/n: okayyyy, i saw the impact of part 1, i’m sorry for the angst! so here is some fluff to make it all better

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part 1

Steven Grant:

It was a sleepless night for him without you.

He laid in bed and stared at the ceiling aimlessly as he though back to the argument.

You were right, he shouldn’t be going to his ex-wife about issues in a private relationship.

He looked over to his nightstand and saw that his alarm clock read 2:35am.

He groaned in frustration and got out of bed to get dressed.

He had to make things right, tonight.

The corner store on your street was thankfully opened and he went into the store with the determination to get your favourite snacks.

The store had flowers, which he of course bought and in the corner of his eye he saw something shiny and knew he had to get it too.

You awoke from your sleep groggily when you heard constant knocking at your front door.

Upon opening it, you saw Steven standing there with his hands full and his hands full.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask feeling the emotions from hours ago resurfacing.

“Uh… well I came to apologize,” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

With a roll of your eyes, you stepped aside to let him in.

He walked in with a small smile, behind him were helium balloons which said, ‘happy birthday’ and ‘congratulations’.

You couldn’t help the small smile that made its way to your lips, but you maintained a neutral expression and locked the front door to join him in your living room.

His posture was tense as you watched him leave the contents in his hands on the nearby table. He still held the flowers in his hands as he walked to you.

“I’m sorry for everything I said and previously did. You’re absolutely right in being upset,” he said and looked at you with sincere eyes.

You knew he meant the apology, but his words and actions still tugged at your heart.

“Steven… “ you said tiredly, “I don’t know if I can-“

“No, please don’t say that,” he knew the words that were waiting to be said.

He couldn’t bare to hear them.

“I hurt you, and I shouldn’t have an I know asking you to stay with me is a lot. I just… for the first time in my life I have something I’m genuinely happy with,” he said with that all too familiar smile.

You understood his reasoning, but you needed him to understand yours as well.

“Communication in this relationship isn’t the strongest, and we need to work on that,” you said to him.

He heaved a sigh of relief.

“Tell me what I can do, and I’ll do it,”

“Layla… “ you said her name softly.

“She’s gone, I-I realised that it was extremely wrong of me to talk about you to her. I feel as though I had an obligation to compensate for the sadness I brought her previously, but i cant do it at the expense of you. it also not my place to do so,” he said truthfully.

You listened to him intently.

“Doing all of that made me blind to the fact that I was hurting you. I’m sorry, darling, so so sorry,” he made his way to you and grasped your hand with his free one whilst the other held the flowers.

“I can’t say that it’s okay, but I hope you don’t repeat this,” you said looking at him with unshed tears.

“Of course, I would never hurt you like this again,” he said honestly.

“You better not,” you say sternly but with a hint of humour.

With that being said, Steven held you close to him and didn’t want to ever let go.

Marc Spector:

He waited a few days, watching you from afar to make sure you were okay.

You were functioning well and doing things you’d usually do, but Marc could see through the front you were putting for everyone to see.

Pushing you away seemed like the best thing to do at the time, but having you away was like living without the sun in his dark world.

He needed you.

Which is why he found himself sitting in your apartment and waiting for you to come home. He’d entered your apartment by using his spare key.

It had since been 2 hours since you were supposed to be home.

Marc knew your schedule by heart.

He was about to go out and look for you when he heard the keys being put into your front door along with your muffled voice.

“Thanks for the chat, I really needed it,” you bid goodbye to whoever was outside and locked the door behind you.

Your apartment was still dark as you move around to leave your daily belongings in their respective places.

Upon turning the lights on, you saw Marc’s figure out of the corner in your eyes sitting on the couch.

You turned to him with a frown.

“If you’re here for your things, they’re in that box on the kitchen counter,” you said in a monotone, wanting to speech through the process of this one last meeting.

Marc wordlessly awoke from where he was and walked to you, the entire time he maintained eye contact with you.

He stopped walking till he was right in front of you, a hairs width away.

“What makes you think I came here for my things?” he asked in a hushed tone.

“What else would you be here for?” you said to him challengingly.

He smirked and looked to the side before looking back at you.

“You think I’d let you go that easily?” he said with a raised brow.

“You did that night,” you scoffed and folded your hands, causing him to step back.

He nodded with a clenched jaw.

“You know I didn’t mean anything I said,” he stated with sincerity.

“Sure you didn’t,” you breathed a sigh and walked away from him to the box on the counter.

He followed behind and trapped you between him and the counter before you could reach for the box and hand it to him.

“You wasted no time in gathering my things,” he said with a humourless chuckle.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t want you to deal with me any longer,” you used his words from that night.

“Y/n… “ he said trying to make you understand.

“No Marc, I can’t keep playing this game of push and pull,” you admitted, sounding tired.

“I’m not playing games,” he said offended.

You turn to face him, his body still trapping you between him and the counter.

You raised a brow at him.

“Okay. I admit, I’ve made mistakes and I’m sorry for that. Very sorry. But you’re the one thing that grounds me. I know what I said that night was out of line,” he finally apologizes.

You look at his expression intently. You can tell that he means his words.

“I need more than an apology from you,” you stated.

“Name what you want and I’ll do it,”

“I want you to be careful and take care of yourself. I know in that mind of yours you don’t care about your wellbeing, but if you care for me then you’ll take care of yourself,” you move your gaze to your hands as you talk to him.

“Of course I care about you, and if that is what you want, consider it done,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead and brought you in for a hug.

Jake Lockley:

“Mi corazón…”

“Go away Jake,” you said as you exited the grocery store.

He had been trying to make you speak with him for the passed week and all you’ve been doing is ignoring him.

Serves him right for what he did.

What you didn’t understand was why he was trying to talk to you.

“Just one moment, please,” he said sounding exhausted.

“Go bother one of your many girlfriends,” you said bitterly.

“You’re the only one,” he grabbed your shoulders and turned you towards you and hindered you from walking away.

“Jake,” you say in a warning tone.

He looks up and down the street before pulling you down an alley way. You try to protest, but he puts a hand over your mouth.

“You will listen to me,” he snapped.

You nodded tiredly and his hold on you loosened but it remained there.

“I was on Khonshu’s orders to get important information the night you came into the bar,” he said with annoyance.

Even though Jake had been the most easy to work with when it came to Khonshu, he maintained hostility when it came to you and Khonshu.

He knew you wouldn’t like Khonshu’s request, but he had to comply since it was part of the deal.

“That woman who was with me is the daughter to a man who is an avatar,” he explained further, hoping you would understand.

You studied his stoic expression. He was being truthful.

“Why didn’t you tell me before doing it?” you asked feeling hurt that he didn’t seem to trust you.

“It was too dangerous to tell you and I needed you to be safe, mi luz,”

“Well, look at the outcome of you not telling me,” you said with sadness.

Jake looked at you with equal sad eyes. The week spent without you was torture, he had an argument with Khonshu and wanted nothing more than to seek comfort from you.

“I know, mi corazón. I’m so sorry,” he said and pulled hugged you tightly.

It was rare to see Jake be so affectionate, but you know your time apart had affected him. It did the same to you.

You melted into the hug and wrapped your arms around him.

tagging those that commented on part 1:

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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Domestic Adonis (Steven Grant x Reader)

Author’s Note: I mean really, this fic kinda came about because I couldn’t get this gif out of my head and wanted a way to use it somehow. He just looks so damn fine and Daddyᵀᴹ (I literally hate that I just said that but there is no other way I can put it) therefore proves I’m a slut so🫣🤷🏻‍♀️ C’est la vie, non? And we just love to see Steven confident, comfortable, and adventurous😏Enjoy! :)

Summary: Steven gets some new reading glasses that make your heart skip a beat and make you think of something. One night in bed as the two of you read, you voice this opinion to him. When you get back from a work trip one week later, boy are you in for a treat.

Warnings: Fluff, smut (doesn’t the gif say it all? LOL. Oral–f/m!receiving, penetrative), swearing, mentions of babies

Other Characters: Marc Spector (It’s a primarily Steven x Reader fic, so where Marc does make an appearance and it is a Steven x Reader x Marc kinda deal, but where he’s just there for a bit is why I’m classifying Marc as an “other character”)

Word Count: 3,058

You honestly don’t know how long you’ve been staring at Steven. You usually sneak glances when you read together before bed. The face of concentration that he has as he reads makes your heart flutter—a mix of contentment and fierce interest. Steven usually sneaks glances at you when he hits a section break or a new chapter, and you can’t help but blush when you both look over at the same time. You love seeing him and knowing that he has chosen you just as much as you have chosen him, and you’re positive that Steven feels the same.

And his glasses. You love his readers. The rectangular specks make him adorable, but he got new glasses, and it has been putting dirty images in your mind since. You don’t know what it is about those specs, but you simply cannot stop looking at your boyfriend of two years.

“What are you thinkin’ about, love?” he says with a small smile as he pulls his attention from the pages in his book to you, his chocolate eyes sparkling in the moonlight that comes in through the window, the beams clashing with the warm lamplight. Incoherent sounds escape your lips. How do you tell him what you’re thinking without sounding like you’ve always wanted it? Because it isn’t true. It’s just with the curls of his hair, the vibe of the new glasses . . .

“You,” you hum simply.

He gives you a tired smile. “Anythin’ beyond that?”

You shrug. “Don’t get mad?” you ask.

“At you? I don’t think I could, but, okay.”

“Have you ever thought about growing a beard?”

“What?” he asks with a lithe chuckle. “A beard?”

“See? Silly question,” you say, trying to return to your book. “Forget it.”

“Hey, hey, stop,” he continues to chuckle, pushing down your novel by its spine. “You think I could pull one off?”

“You don’t think you could pull one off?”

“Not without lookin’ like a ragamuffin, I don't.”

“I don’t know. I was just thinking, I mean, you have great hair on your head all pretty curly like that, and the, uh, t-the glasses . . .” you trail off, swallowing hard and providing him with a gentle shrug. “It could work, that’s all.”

He gives you a soft smile. “I’ll talk with Marc about it. It’s his face too, after all.”

“No, really baby. You don’t have to—It was stupid of me—.”

Steven plants a kiss straight in the middle of your cheek and then on your lips.

“Nothin’ that could ever come out of your mind or mouth is stupid,” he tenderly chastises. “Just different, that’s all. And sometimes, different is bloody brilliant.” He dog ears his page and places his book on the nightstand. “Now, I don’t mean to change the subject, but since your flight leaves while I’m at work tomorrow, I want to make sure my girl’s got everythin’ she needs. I know you have clothes and shoes and jammies since I helped you pack all that earlier, but you have your computer?”

“In my crossbody by my luggage."

“Brilliant. Passport and ticket?”

“In my center purse pouch, all zipped.”

“And your phone is chargin’?”

“Affirmative, captain.”

“Jacket?”

“By the door.”

“Well, that’s all I can think of.”

“Well, I can think of one more thing. I’m going the need . . .” you purse your lips to the side and playfully tap your chin. “Eight kisses from you before you leave tomorrow morning.”

“Eight?” he beams.

“Eight,” you confirm.

“That many might get you somethin’ a little more than you hope for, love.”

“It’ll just be a bonus, then,” you smile. “Unless, you want to preemptively secure that bonus now?”

“You see, as much as I would love that—and I really, really would—I feel if we do that tonight or tomorrow, I’ll only miss you more when you go.”

You look at him with nothing but adoration. “You are just too sweet. I swear, one day, you’re gonna give me a cavity.”

“I’d hate myself if I ruined that smile of yours,” he says with a playful smirk.

You can only smile at Steven as you pull him down for a kiss, moving your head to rest on his chest afterward as you each resume you reading until you both fall asleep.

“Hi hon!” you greet as you push the apartment door open.

“You’re back early!” you hear Steven call from the kitchen, something sizzling in a pan.

“Yeah, well, turns out all the flight switches from the airline worked out in my favor,” you tell him as you put your luggage next to the table by the door and hang your coat up. When you see Steven, you lose all control of your mouth. It hangs open with a shocked, Cheshire Cat smile as you look at your boyfriend. He stands there in the living room, wiping his hands on a cloth towel with his hair slightly disheveled and a luscious beard on his jaw. He looks like a domestic Adonis. It takes all of your willpower not to rush over to him in this moment and jump his bones. Holy shit.

“Surprise!” he says.

“Oh my,” you giggle as your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling so big. “I didn’t think I was gone for that long.”

“This is almost a week’s worth of me not shavin’,” he blushes. “Do you like it?”

“Oh wow,” you repeat as you move towards your boyfriend. “Do I like it? You look so handsome! I mean, you always did but . . . Well, I mean, do you like it? It’s on your face!”

“It’ll take some gettin’ used to, but, it does make me look quite distinguished, don’t it?”

“Can you . . .” The words catch in your throat as you feel a blush and heat spread throughout your entire body.

“Can I what, love?”

“Can you put on your reading glasses for me?” you ask sheepishly.

His brows furrow momentarily as the corner of his mouth pulls into a confused grin before he moves over to the desk and slides them on.

Boom. Right there. Panties flooded.

Steven was always undeniably sexy to you, but seeing him like this elevates him into another category of hotness. He looks like an older, sexy professor that everyone has the hots for.

“Just give me—,” you say as you hold up a finger, turning around briefly so you can let out a silent scream before you turn back to him, more composed this time.

“You know I saw that in the mirror, right?” he chuckles.

“I’m sorry, but this is really doing something to me and for me,” you breathe, still stunned at his appearance.

“Ooh,” he coos as he walks over to you with a spring in his step, placing his hands on you waist. “Someone is in a cheeky, saucy mood, isn’t she?”

“Uh, she was before she came home and now she really is,” you nod, draping your arms across his shoulders. Steven leans down for a kiss, and it sends your head into a spin. You knew the beard would probably tickle, but you are slightly taken aback at how soft the hairs are. You moan into his mouth and do what you can to deepen the kiss. Steven’s hands roam down your sides and squeeze the flesh of your hips. Your fingers comb through his long hair and tug at the roots, your body needing to get as much of Steven near you as possible. He grunts as your noses smush together and his hands move up your torso, scrunching up the cotton of your sweater in the process, the cool London air in the apartment tickling your skin. Steven’s fingertips graze the band of your bra, teasing you as you embrace and act on your desires.

“Mm,” you moan, your fingernails raking against his scalp. Put a baby in me.

After a beat, Steven’s hands unbunch the fabric of your sweater, pulling a whimper from your lips as he moves away.

“Is something burning?” you ask, trying to glance over to the range. You completely forgot he was cooking—he must smell something you don’t.

“No, no,” he says, his fingers gently pushing your gaze back toward him. “What did you just say?”

“If something was burning?”

“No, before that.”

“I don’t know. What did I say?” you ask genuinely.

“You said ‘Put a baby in me.’”

You look at him with wide eyes. “I said that out loud?”

“You didn’t mean to say it?”

“Um, not out loud, no,” you blush profusely. “I mean, I’ve thought about it, but, we haven’t really talked about it seriously or in-depth about it past the ‘Our kids would be so cute’ or ‘I want our kids to have your eyes’ stage. Marc and I haven’t really talked about it, either.”

Steven looks at you so tenderly you could fall apart. “I want to have a family with you,” he says softly. He looks over to the mirror, letting out a breathy chuckle as he grins and nods. “So does Marc. But we both agree that the beard might have made you a bit loopy and want to know if you’d be okay with delayin’ that for the moment.”

You smile and nod, bringing your lips back to his for a tender kiss. “Yeah, we can do that part later. When we talk about it more and decide if and yes, I’ll get off the pill and we can go from there.”

“Yeah,” he says warmly. “Yeah, we’d love that.”

“But, until then, uh, I do think you should turn off the stove and come to the bedroom.” You create some space between you as you remove your shirt. “The seats on the plane were really uncomfortable, and I have knots all over my body that need to be worked out.”

Steven’s eyes light up. He moves so fast across the apartment, you’re afraid he’s going to crash straight on his face. As Steven rushes back to you, his hands snatch your waist and lift you up and onto the mattress, his body serving like a cage has he hovers over you. You slip off his glasses and put them on the nightstand before his lips attach to the sweet spot on your neck, eliciting a moan from you. Not only does he know what that spot does to you regularly, but the sensation of his beard drives you wild as the hairs scrape against your skin.

Like well-rehearsed actors in a play, you shed each other of your clothes, your hands caressing each other’s body while Steven’s lips take extra liberties along your skin.

“I missed you, too,” you breathe as Steven’s lips latch onto your breasts, worshiping the supple, fatty flesh. You squeak as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin, giving each boob careful and devoted attention before his lips place sloppy, wet kisses down your stomach. Steven spreads your legs open, places alternating, lingering kisses on the inner flesh of your thighs before he reaches your middle.

“Tap my hand if it feels uncomfortable, alright?” he tells you.

“I promise,” you affirm.

You take a sharp breath in as his tongue licks along your folds before his lips capture your throbbing nub as he sucks on it. The beard isn’t as uncomfortable as Steven probably anticipated—his hair is just so soft, it feels nice and plush, ticklish at most. Your body is too focused on other sensations to process the tickle, as your hips squirm at the movements of his mouth. The way that Steven moves from increasing his pace to slowing it down makes your head spin, and he leaves you on edge the entire time, pressing one fat kiss on your throbbing clit as he moves away.

“Oh, damn,” you chuckle breathlessly as he slides up from between your legs, the evidence of my extreme arousal glistening in his beard. Just as you think he’s hovering over your body to kiss you and let you taste your arousal, he flips you over, his hands on your hips as he guides your ass into the air.

“Steven!” you giggle, completely surprised by the action.

“I’m trying somethin’ a bit different tonight, love,” he tells you, and you can hear the smile in his voice. Steven leans down over your back, kissing a line right down your spine from your neck to your tailbone. You can hear him drag his hand across his mouth moments before you feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance.

“Ah,” you moan as he begins to press into you from behind. Every inch he puts in feels better than the last, and once he has bottomed out, he leans forward and peppers kisses all along your back and your shoulder blades.

“You look so lovely from this angle,” he praises, his hot breath and beard sending goosebumps all over your body. “So beautiful.”

“Steven,” you groan as he begins to rock into your body. “Oh my God.”

“Oh wow,” he pants, finding a steady rhythm. “Oh wow, you feel so good like this. Oh, you’re gonna be the death of me, love.”

His hands gently caress your waist, hips, and rear, unsure of where they should settle. Steven surprises you, keeping his left hand just above your hip bone as the other one gathers your hair in his fist. The slight yank at the roots of your hair is encouraging, causing you to tilt your head back just enough to arch your back and feel Steven in a new way. He must feel it too, because the groan that escapes his mouth is purely carnal. Letting go of your hair, he wraps an arm right under your bouncing breasts and lifts you up so your back is flush against his chest and he has access to the skin of your neck.

“Oh, Steven, yes,” you breathe, straining your neck to kiss whatever skin of his face you can find. “Right there.” The phrase turns into a chant, a chant into a prayer. With each utterance, he manages to hit deeper into you, and you relish the sensation. Sneaking his fingers down to your front, two of his fingers find your clit and begin rubbing tight circles over the bundle of nerves. You let out a high pitched moan as he kisses your shoulder. “Steven, I want to see your face. Please, baby, I want to see you when I come.”

Steven moves his kisses up your body until his lips hover just over your ear.

“I’m gonna lie you down, okay, love?” he whispers.

You pant as you give him sort, quick nods. He pulls out and you feel empty, your body aching for Steven. He carefully puts you on the mattress, spreading your legs wide as he lines himself up to your entrance. He doesn’t push as slowly in you as he did the first time, but slow enough so he can admire how you look below him. One of his hands caresses your cheek, and you turn your face into it to press a kiss to his palm. Your moans harmonize as he bottoms out in you once more, leaning down to kiss you and rest his forehead against yours as he resumes the pace from the position on his knees. His hand slips in between your bodies, the pads of his fingers once more finding your clit and giving it a good rubbing. With Steven touching you like this, looking at you with nothing but tenderness in his eyes, and him looking like something straight from a fantasy is enough as you feel the band snap in your stomach, allowing you to come around him while he thrusts. Your grip and erotic cries encourage him to move faster towards his own release, and he continues to pound into you as far as he can as he finishes. You both stay like this catching your breath, how you always do after you find your release with one another.

“I missed you so much,” he hums punctuating each word with a kiss.

“I missed you more,” you counter, pressing a long kiss to his plush lips.

Steven chases another kiss, a hand holding the side of your face to keep you there as he slides out and lies next to you.

“So, what do you think?” he asks, still panting slightly. “Is the beard here to stay?”

“If you want it to. The change is exciting, but I think I’ll miss that smooth jaw of yours eventually.” Steven presses a kiss to the juncture of your neck and jaw. “Although, if Donna ever gets that stick out of her ass and promotes you to tour guide, you might need to keep it. You ooze sexy academia right now.”

“Oh, is that it?” Steven laughs.

“Mm, yeah,” you confirm. “You look so wise and smart and sexy and smart.”

“You said smart twice."

“Because you are. And I would have said sexy more than once, but I think by virtue of me being naked in your bed in your arms gets that point across pretty well.”

The smile that pulls on Steven’s face makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. Every time you think you can’t fall more in love with this man, he proves you wrong with things like this.

“I love you,” you tell him. “So much.”

“I love you, too,” he hums kissing you neck as he sharply inhales. “I second that motion.” Marc.

“Hi,” you chuckle as he continues to press kisses on your skin. “I love you, too.”

“Mm, I’m feeling a little more needy than that,” he whispers, and you can hear the smirk in his voice, dragging his beard along your skin in a way that he knows gives you goosebumps. “Did Steven tucker you out?”

You look over at his face, brushing the tip of your nose against his.

“It’d be rude to reject the welcome wagon, wouldn’t it? Especially when it looks has handsome as my men do.”

Marc smiles briefly before his lips attach to yours, and the way that his hands grip onto your waist let you know that the welcome wagon will be making several stops with Steven and Marc as the conductors.

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moonluvin · 3 months

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bite marks - steven grant.

pairing: dark!steven grant x female reader

summary: in which y/n starts receiving mystery packages from a stranger – not that she minds it since its stuff that she likes. however, things take a turn when a seemingly kind face reveals more than you would expect.

warnings: angst, fluff & smut (holy trinity).

a/n: happy reading!

word count: 3.4k words

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For several weeks you found bouquet of flowers on your doorstep. You were instantly delighted, as you had never received flowers before. It didn't take long for you to realize that someone was watching you.

That someone had maintained a fair distance from you but was close enough to observe you. He kept a book in which he made notes of your likes and dislikes, so far, he had written up quite a detailed profile on you.

As expected, another bouquet of flowers had been left on your doorstep, this time it was accompanied by a note – something which did not occur before.

Curiously, you wasted no time in reading the note.

‘like a moth to a blame, i can't help but feel drawn to your presence.’

It had no name signed to it, just a vague note.

A twisted part of you enjoyed the attention you received as you clutched the note to your chest and smiled briefly.

All the while you were completely oblivious to the stare on you.

Today, a day just like any other, had a slight change. A man, whom you don’t know the name of had walked into the café you worked at and had a nervous exchange when ordering his drink of choice.

“Steven,” you called out his name and waited for said mystery man to collect his drink. He avoided eye contact and said a little ‘thank you’ before walking to a secluded corner and situating himself there with a book.

You smiled at the sight and continued your workday as usual.

You enjoyed your line of work as it allowed you to indulge in two activities you liked. Meeting people and baking.

Steven had found solace in his little corner with a few glances your way. He didn’t want to be obvious since he was used to watching you from the shadows but watching you in your place of comfort made it almost impossible to keep his gaze away from you.

“Interesting choice,” you said as you cleaned the table next to him.

Your voice surprised him.

He looked at the book in his hand and then back at you.

“I’m actually rereadin’ it,” he said as calmly as he could.

“Oh? You enjoyed it that much?” you said with interest.

The book he had been trying to reread was “Persuasion” by Jane Austen.

“I certainly did,” he said with a smile.

He already knew of your interest in reading and took the initiative to read all books you have read in order to understand you better. Due to his observations of you, it was easy to pick up on your habits and on the fact that you’re unconscious of your surroundings.

You smiled at his reply and politely excused yourself to the kitchen.

Steven’s heart had been beating rapidly for the entire exchange the two of you had. It may have been small, but to him it was the perfect way to insert himself into your life.

Your everyday life has now consisted of friendly exchanges with Steven on the basis of books and the occasional walk home from him when he waited for you to close up the café.

The flowers from your admirer had not stopped, however, they had now become something you get occasionally.

On this particular day you had been living life as usual when Steven walked in with the sweet smile he had reserved for you, in his hand was his copy of ‘Persuasion’.

He sat at his usual place and waited for you to approach him, as you did so, he wasted no time in nervously babbling to you.

“I know this isn’t the most appropriate way to do this since you’re at work and all, but I would love to take you on a date if you would like to go on one?” he said all in one go and if it weren’t for you being used to taking note of everything your customers say then you wouldn’t have understood him.

Steven avoided eye contact with you the more you remained silent, and he had begun to think that maybe asking you on a date at work was a bad idea.

“I would love to,”

All worry he was feeling had dissipated and he looked with you with a toothy grin.

“You would?” he said slightly surprised.

You nodded in response and smiled at him.

He seemed to grasp his surroundings and returned your smile as he recited that he would have his usual drink. Before you left to prepare his order, he handed you his copy of Persuasion.

“I wanted you to have this,” he said, making a point to maintain eye contact with you.

You were about to protest when he spoke up again.

“Its an annotated copy with notes I made specifically for you,”

As soon as he said that you knew you couldn’t refuse it. So, you took the copy with a soft thank you and went on to tend to his order.

Following that exchange between you and Steven, the two of you had quickly fell into a relationship where everything seemed natural. Especially with Steven’s efforts towards you.

Upon making things official, you had told him about the flowers you received previously, to which he assured you that it was okay, and he would take care of it if you wanted him to.

Very quickly 3 months had passed by, and it was filled with pure bliss. Steven being a new addition to your life had made it a happy wonderland.

“Do you want anything from the kitchen?” you heard him ask aloud from your kitchen.

“I’m good thanks,” you assured him as he walked into your living room.

A recent activity the two of you shared was reading in the company of each other and annotating the books for one another. Which is what the two of you were currently doing.

You watched his reaction as you pulled out a book you knew he would be surprised to see.

His eyes slightly widened upon seeing the title and his eyes made their way to you.

“Interestin’ book you’ve got there,” he said, his voice sounding lower than before.

“You think so? I thought I’d give it a try,” you said feigning innocence.

“You should, I’ve heard tha’ its quite detailed,”

“You’ve heard of it?” you asked with a raised brow.

“Of course, I have,” is all he said before opening his own book and reading it.

You took it as a sign that he didn’t want to go further with the conversation.

Throughout the night, Steven had noticed the way you would slightly clench your thighs as your eyes skimmed through the book. It was easy for him to pick up on the fact that you were turned on by what you were reading.

He knew this from the many nights he’d seen you touch yourself. You of course were not aware of your audience, not that he would want you to know that.

Even though your relationship with Steven was only 3 months in, sexual activities between the two of you were not a main concern, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t time where either of you got carried away while making out.

He made it known to you that he wanted to take things slow, and you never questioned him because you respected his wishes. The actual reason he wanted to take things slow was because he wanted to enjoy your company before finally indulging in you. It was all part of his plan.

On a day which was just like any other, you were cleaning up your bookshelf when you realised a particular book of yours was missing. It had been one you read a long time ago and you had specifically put it in a place only you knew of.

You brushed off your concern and chalked it down to you simply misplacing it.

The weather outside had been rainy, but not the calm drizzle you were used to, instead it was storming. Steven had stated he had difficulty in coming to see you and you of course understood this and told him you’d see him tomorrow.

Just as you were about to walk into the kitchen to wash the dishes from earlier, the lights went out. You huffed out a sigh and began looking for candles in order to see properly in the dark.

A sound coming from your living room heightened your senses as you stayed stark still.

You were the only one home, so the noise was unusual to say the least.

With a candle in hand, you softly made your way towards where the noise came from. The rational part of your mind was screaming to leave it alone and retreat to the safety of your room. However, your curiosity had got the best of you.

A book was face down on the floor as you looked around for the source of the noise, you picked it up and turned it around to look at the cover.

It was the missing book. That missing book.

A burning feeling of fear in your chest made you turn around to go to your room, but the figure in the shadows did not allow that.

The stranger’s hand had clasped its way around your mouth to prevent your from screaming whilst the other had pulled you towards him and gripped both your hands in his to avoid you from getting away.

It was by sheer luck that the candle you were holding fell and the flame was put out instantly.

Now, you were in the darkness of your own home while a stranger held you prisoner in his hold.

You felt the vibration of his chuckle as he held you.

“You can’t get away from me,” he said maliciously.

Your eyes widened in shock, and you tried to push your way out of his hold.

“You made it so easy f’me,” he stated as he dragged you towards your room.

He knew his way around your home, which didn’t register in your mind yet since you were trying to get away from him.

That’s when an idea popped into your mind.

You bit down as hard as you could, and he hissed in pain. Before you could scream, he used some type of material to stop you from screaming.

“Don’t make me do things I’ll later regret,” he warned as he stopped to make a point to you.

You complied out of fear and let him take you to your room.

With the absence of electricity, it made it difficult for you to make out the face of the man.

He carefully restrained your hands and made you sit on your bed facing him. You’d assume in a situation such as this you would be scared, but you didn’t exactly know what you felt. Maybe it was the adrenaline.

“If you listen t’me, then we can make things easy,” he stated.

You quirked a brow at him but nodded in compliance. The last thing you wanted was to make him angry.

“I don’t want any funny business, if you try anything against what I’m saying then I’m goin’ to have to use this,”

The little bit of light from outside allows you to see the knife he’s holding in his hand.

You feel a familiar throb between your legs at his words.

“Move more up,” he indicates to your bed, and you move up further to provide him with space to sit at the edge and watch you.

“Did you enjoy getting the flowers from me?”

Of course, it had to be the mystery man who had been sending you flowers.

“I assume you now don’t like them as much since you’re too busy giving time to someone else,” he said with a hint of a smile.

You want to speak and let him know that you missed receiving the flowers, but it occurred to you in that moment that this was a complete stranger to you. So, why did you feel the need to validate the way he felt?

“You may be thinking I don’t know a thing about you, but I know more than anyone else in your life,” he chuckled darkly and looked to the side before facing you again.

“I know all about the dark fantasies tha’ roam around tha’ mind of yours. The fear you feel by thinking about them but also the enjoyment you get,”

You tensed at his words; your thoughts were your own. Something only you were aware of.

He stood up from the bed and pulled you by the ankles to the edge of the bed. Spreading your legs open in the process, you were about to force them closed when he grazed the blade of the knife from your ankle all the way up to your thighs.

Your arms were still restrained in front of you as he began to train the blade towards your neck. Your eyes never left his, even if you couldn’t see them in the dark.

He was enjoying the willingness you were showing him.

“Be a good girl,” he said while using both hands to carefully cut your shirt in the middle. You felt the coolness of the air on your bare chest once he finished.

He stared at you for a moment and contemplated his choices.

“I’m goin’ to allow you to speak, but the moment you do anythin’ out of line. You know the consequences,”

You looked from the reflected blade to his shadowy figure and nodded.

He removed the piece of material from your mouth and waited for you to scream, when you didn’t, he disregarded the material and took hold of your hands by gripping them.

Your hands were above your head on the bed while he straddled you and his face was in line with yours.

“All you have to say is no,” he assured you.

Its funny how he gives you that choice after what his already done.

You thought for a moment, head foggy with thoughts and nodded.

A ghost of a smile made its way to his face.

“You’re a very bold person,” he said before kissing your neck and caging you between his body and the bed. His one hand still remained by keeping your above your head while the other grasped your breast, kneading the flesh and causing you to slight moan.

“You like tha’?” he asked with a chuckle.

You nodded and looked to his lips, as a way of asking him to kiss you.

“Use your words,” he insisted.

“Yes. I liked that,”

He pecked your lips and sat up briefly to take off his own shirt. You laid there and watched him with wanting eyes.

For a moment he stepped away from the bed and tugged at the waist band of your pants till they were off, next to be disregarded were your underwear.

He soon returned to kissing you, but his hand trailed down your body till they were between your legs, feeling your arousal.

“Someone seems to enjoy having a stranger do such things to them,” he chuckled darkly and began to draw little circles on your clit, making you bite your lip to stop your moans from being heard.

“I want to hear you,” he insisted and added more pressure to his fingers on your clit. Your moan of pleasure gave him the validation he so desperately wanted to hear.

“Fuck,” you swore under your breath as he sucked on one of your breasts.

He hummed in acknowledgement and continued his little game of pleasure.

Slowly, he made his way down your body till you felt his tongue teasing your clit.

You went to move your still restrained hands.

“Keep your hands where they were,” he warned and looked up at you.

You complied and spread your legs more for him.

He took his time with teasing your clit, using his fingers to spread you so he could suck on your clit and spread your arousal.

“You’re so wet,” he said with a teasing tone.

“Please,” you begged, not knowing exactly what you wanted.

You felt two of his fingers at your entrance as he stimulated you by still sucking on your clit. He set a comfortable pace, his fingers motioning them in a way that has you almost seeing stars.

You feel yourself going towards that feeling of euphoria and as you clench around his fingers, he stops.

“Not yet,” he said with a chuckle.

You whine in protest but silence yourself once he moves. He removes whatever remaining pieces of clothing he has and situates himself on the bed and pulls you on top of him to straddle him and removes the restraints from your hands.

“Ride me,” he says almost like a plea, which surprises you.

You settle one hand on his shoulder to balance yourself as you guide him into you. As you slowly sink down into his lap, you both gasp at the feeling of each other. He kisses you and pulls your body closer to his. Your hips begin to move on their own accord as you continue to kiss each other.

“Just like tha’,” he praises as he breaks the kiss and looks at you.

Breasts slightly bouncing with the motion of your hips. Out of habit you bite your lip, but soon grip his neck to make him look at you before you kiss him.

Something about him feels so familiar, but any rational thoughts you have are consumed by the feeling of him. A stranger who is making you feel things you’ve only read about.

You continue to kiss him and feel his one hands trail between you and him. You feel the pressure of his fingers on your clit and soon that familiar build up of euphoria is felt in the pit of your tummy.

“You gonna cum f’me?” his tone was demanding yet still held desperation in them.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you admit and start to move your hips even more.

“Then cum,” he demands, and like the good girl that you are, you cum.

You moan into the kiss and ride out your orgasm, only stopping when you become too sensitive.

He chuckles when you slump against him.

“We’re not done yet,”

He braces you against him and soon your back is on the bed, and he is now above you, his cock still inside you.

In the middle of you gaining your conscious thoughts back, you see him take the knife from before and hold it against your neck.

The feeling of the cool metal makes you gasp.

“I’m not goin’ to hurt you,” he assures you, and somehow you know you can trust him.

He begins to thrust into you at a slow pace, leaning over to kiss you every now and then while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. The blade is still held against your neck. The wetness from your previous orgasm makes it easy for him to thrust into you.

You hear him curse under his breath every few moments, and you know he’s having an internal battle with wanting to thrust into you harshly.

“Do it,” you tell him.

He hums in confusion.

“Fuck me faster, stop holding back,” you tell him.

That was all he needed to hear before you felt him begin to increase the pace in thrusts and the force of his hips were now more brutal than before. He was chasing own high, but at the same time. He was ensuring you felt it just as much. You felt him kissing your neck and without warning, you felt his teeth sink into your neck. The pain causing a sense of pleasure.

“Rub your clit,” he says through gritted teeth.

You do as he says and clench around him at the overstimulation. With a few more thrusts, he’s cumming inside of you and while you cum at the same time. You’re both breathing heavily. You lay there and stare at the ceiling above you, the rational thoughts finally making their way back to you.

A stranger just fucked you in your bed, and you willingly let him do so. Your thoughts were interrupted by said stranger pulling you towards him and kissing you on the forehead. The pain from the bite mark still lingered on your sensitive skin.

“Fuck, y/n. Tha’ was so good,”

That’s when it hits you. That voice.

“Steven?”

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shards and splinters

parings: marc spector x reader , steven grant x reader

desc: apparently what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. now you’ve died and returned alive, perhaps it’s time to test that theory; or risk losing your life once and for all.

warnings: blood, angst, swearing, fighting, guns and gun violence, death descriptions, long as fuck, sex mentions i guess(? if you squint), hurt/comfort, gory i guess (jake🤷🏻‍♀️) writers note: idk how accurate these are bc i’ve been writing this on and off for years but cover all bases i guess xx

a/n: psa to pls reblog anyway she’s BAAAAAACKKK did you miss me ?? i missed youse … if there’s even a moonknight fandom anymore 🫣 i’m so sorry for the 2 years gone from the face of tumblr, i’ve quite honestly had two years from hell and insane writers block so. can anyone even remember this series?? idk maybe you should all reread the first parts 👀👀 anyways. there’ll be one more part to this (will it come this year? next? 2026? who knows…) bc i HATED my original ending and just had to change it. also sorry if this feels rushed or like it jumps around a lot, it’s been written over YEARS, but i’ve tried my best for continuity. also, i know there’s a lot missing in like fight scenes but they are BORING and i hate writing em so i’m not doing it. tried, got half way thru then didn’t touch this for 7 months so.. it’s no fight scene or no part at all. but my last part is pretty much done so hopefully it’ll be posted soon! ill let youse savour this for a while tho lol. on a real note thank you all SO much for all the love, even two years later. it means the world. all my love, all the time x

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the air felt different now. it was funny; you and marc had been apart hundreds, if not thousands of times, but he had never felt your absence. not like this. no, never like this. it was different now because he knew he could look for you everywhere and you would still be in that room, not breathing, not living.

he could see it all so clearly now. all of what? all of it. everything; life, your life, his life, where everything went wrong, what he should have done, should have said, how he could have saved you.

there was nothing you could have done, marc.

“that’s easy for you to say.” he mumbled, looking down at his hands. “you’re not the one who was halfway through a fucking argument when harrow took her. and if you can remember, harrow took her because of me.”

steven sighed, and went quiet.

“i should’ve died on that fucking alter.”

marc said it over and over, like a prayer, to go back in time and pull the trigger. he was fuck knows where, it looked like the middle of the desert but marc didn’t care enough to question it.

he had walked out of that pyramid and kept on walking - for hours. the hot egyptian sun had began to set, casting a rosy hue on everything. the humidity make marc’s head ache.

steven had gone silent - a small hum of anger in the back of marc’s head. it usually would have surprised marc, for steven to be the angry one. but he wasn’t sure he would never feel surprised again.

are you going to wallow here forever?

marc looked up, low sun glinting in his eyes, making him squint. but he could tell exactly who it was - crescent staff in his peripheral.

“fuck off.”

khonshu laughed. that’s one way to talk to a god.

“fuck off.” he repeated.

and why should i, mortal? why should i listen to you?

“you did this.” it was stiff, cold, a definite statement. “you did this to us.”

khonshu groaned, moving to block the sun from marc’s eyes so he could see him properly. aren’t you going to question how i am here?

“no.”

perhaps you should.

marc could never cope with khonshu’s riddles. they had always infuriated him - never getting a straight answer. but this one, he could tolerate.

“fuck does that mean?” he was looking directly into khonshu’s eyes now - something he had readily avoided for years. “and don’t give me any of your goddamn riddles.”

if you must be so blunt, it would seem like osiris has taken a liking to your poor lady wife. hathor isn’t half fond of her, either. maybe you ought to go back to the pyramid, something tells me your needed.

and he was gone. disappeared with a gust of wind, leaving marc alone in the saharan sunset, shaking and still covered in his wife’s blood.

she’s alive?

“i-” marc looked around. “i don’t-”

his eyes slipped into the back of his head.

steven took a deep breath, swallowing hard. he set off in a run - towards the pyramid.

“this feels so fucking weird.”

you were pressed flat against the wall, peeking around every few seconds to make sure one of harrow’s followers wasn’t coming your way.

i must admit, it’s been a while since i’ve had an avatar.

you let out a breathy laugh. was that your first ever laugh since being revived? you supposed it must be. oh, you wished it was one of steven’s jokes you were laughing at instead.

you didn’t think you’d ever find one of his jokes unfunny again.

“where is he?”

it’s hard to tell. i can’t check, unless i’d like ammit to spot me.

humming, you looked around the corner once again, breath hitching when you saw a shadow come closer.

what made your breath stop completely, however, was the slow, melodic tapping of a cane, following every footstep the person took.

harrow was less than two feet away from you.

swallowing hard, you pushed yourself against the wall even harder, back cold against the concrete. you hoped - prayed with your newfound faith in osiris and his mercy - that harrow would turn back the other way, not hearing your thumping heart.

but your luck had ran out for this lifetime.

the tapping of the cane became louder, until you could see the tip of it in your peripheral, crunching glass finally becoming audible. he was about to come around the corner, and see you. you would be impossible to miss, even the bright red of your new outfit making you stand out.

it seemed like it was impossible to escape harrow, and the tapping of his cane. he had killed you once, what would stop him from doing it again?

apparently, a guardian angel. someone spoke, making harrow turn to look behind him.

this was your chance - to slip away and turn the opposite corner, escape harrow in your new life as you couldn’t in your last.

his voice made you flinch. cool, charming, low. like a snake - exactly like a snake, now you thought about it. the way he slid through life, from the bar all those years ago, to now, awakening a centuries old god, aiming to destroy the world.

you could slither away too, though.

still holding your breath, you sidestepped along the wall, making sure to watch your step over any lose stones, until the wall fell away behind you and led you into another corridor.

as soon as the light from the hall had faded, you let out your breath, hands coming to your forehead and rubbing your eyes.

we have to keep moving. ammit is almost ready to begin.

nodding - although it felt like your brain was rattling around your skull - you looked back up and saw hathor, still looking as beautiful as ever.

this hallway was much dimmer than the last. colder, too. it was like all the light had been blocked, the only thing keeping your vision was the small, fading candles lining the walls every meter or so.

perhaps it was your natural instinct, or a new given sense as an avatar, but you could tell - something wasn’t right. something in the air had shifted, on top of the hot, sticky, egyptian heat, there was something sinister.

your years as a mercenary had taught you to recognise something - blood in the air. and there was certainly blood in the air around you.

“what is harrow’s plan?”

he wants to judge people. through ammit, he believes he can rid the world of everyone bad, even if they aren’t already bad.

“so he’s playing god?” the corridor seemed to go on forever.

he would never admit it, but yes. and ammit is the perfect enabler for him, she’ll know exactly what he’s up to, but because he can give her her power back, she’ll play along.

you scoffed lightly. “harrow isn’t stupid either. he’ll know what she thinks.”

hathor shrugged, a few paces in front of you. only time will tell, my dear.

for a few minutes, the walk along the corridor was silent. the tap of your shoes echoed down the hall, breeze from your passing flickering the candles on the wall.

why did you marry him?

it stopped you in your tracks, hathor stopping too.

“what?”

marc. why did you marry him?

you stuttered for a moment, looking around as if someone would come and help you.

i don’t mean it in a rude way. i’m the goddess of love, it’s natural for me to want to know.

“well,” you paused for a moment and began walking again, slower this time. “we were young when we met, i was coming up for 18 and he was 19.”

and?

“and i knew what i had done to him.” you swallowed. “i felt fucking awful, i thought, maybe if i get to know the guy, and he’s not as much of an ass as everyone makes him out to be, it’ll make it easier for me to forgive myself.”

the corridor kept on, as if it were never ending.

“as you can tell, it didn’t work.”

he wasn’t as much of an asshole as everyone thought?

“no, he was,” you gave a dry smile. “it just so happened that assholes are my type, and i think he worked it out pretty quickly. so after only about two months of knowing each other, he asked me on a date. a real date. it was my first ever date too, god knows anton never took me out. but god, he was such a gentleman.

he picked me up, gave me flowers, wore a fucking tie. and he payed for everything, too. dinner at a four star restaurant, a movie, then out to a bar for drinks.

i knew i had fucked up when he kissed me that night.”

you regret it?

“not for a day. and that’s my mistake- i mean, i was supposed to hate him. i told myself i would hate him. so i wouldn’t feel bad about telling someone to kill him. i didn’t even know how he got out alive- he didn’t tell me about the khonshu shit until after we got married.

oh, our wedding,” you smiled again, a real one. “it was perfect. i was twenty one, marc was twenty three. we were so young. it was a small wedding, just some friends, neither of us invited our family. it was the best night of my life.

it was the night i met steven, too. i think the stress of the day must have triggered it. and that was it- there was marc, and there was steven.”

didn’t it take a while to get used to?

the corridor began to open up, getting slightly wider by the meter. still - there was no end to it in sight.

“it did and it didn’t. i knew for a while there was something happening to him, he would disappear, look confused all the time. i knew it was a matter of time until something changed. and then came steven, perfect steven.

he changed so much- it was like dating all over again. he was even more perfect than marc, stupid english accent included. but, naturally, abuthing that’s perfect must come to an end.”

hathor sighed. and it gave you the impression, just for a moment, that she already knew the whole story. that she was humouring you by letting you tell it. her sigh, sad and resigned, almost confirmed that she knew what was coming.

“the-” you stopped. your voice had broken, and your feet no longer moved. hathor continued for a few paces before looking back at you.

i understand, but if there’s any time you need to tell this, it’s now.

“you know?” you voiced your suspicions.

take into account which god i am, my dear. there is no one else i could chose, but you.

you swallowed. “what’s the point of talking about it if you already know?”

you have been born again. revived. would you like to carry this, this horrible vendetta against someone who has done nothing but love you, for the rest of your new life?

“no.”

then voice it. i can take this pain from you, if you only ask me too. i can help you.

you bit your tongue, looking down at your feet and kicking around a few of the loose rocks. hathor waited.

“the baby was supposed to be born just after my twenty-third birthday.”

a beat. hathor didn’t reply.

“but he didn’t live past twelve weeks.”

you looked back up at hathor, anxious for a reply. she didn’t give you one, only nodding.

“i don’t- i don’t know what i did. i was waiting until i could get a scan, tell marc, have it done properly, you know? but when i went to my appointment, i knew. she didn’t say anything, she just looked. then she left, got the doctor to come in.

he said that the baby had died, that they weren’t sure of the cause, but it was a boy. that my baby boy had died.”

tears threatened your eyes. never - never - had you spoken about this before. not even with marc.

“i went home, with a hatred in my heart. the next few days were the worst. i was grieving a child no one knew i even had. the blood was horrible, it hurt so badly. i told marc i was on my period. fuck, for all he knew i was.

and then my baby was gone. and i hated marc.”

why did you hate him?

you shrugged. “i have no idea. i needed someone to blame and marc was the easiest. that’s when it all went downhill, you know? i wanted him to be there for me, for something he didn’t even know happened. and when he wasn’t, i blew up at him. and he blew up at me.

and that was it, for three years. this horrible hatred towards each other, me hating marc for something he knew nothing about, and marc hating me for every other reason.

he hated me the most for making him stay a mercenary. he wanted out, he wanted a normal life in the suburbs with a dog and a big house and maybe, one day, a child.

but i can’t have that. i don’t want that kind of normal - not when i was so close to it and lost it. so i pushed him into this world. i made him take jobs and work himself to death, even when i found out about khonshu. i made him do it.

and that’s why we’re here. because i told him to follow khonshu here. and now look what i’ve done.”

hathor took two, wide steps towards you, and cradled your face in her hands.

you have done nothing that makes you inhumane. none of this mess is you fault. khonshu would have gotten marc here one way or another. anyone in your shoes would be the same.

her hands were warm. you felt a tear fall, running underneath her fingers. “but i’ve been so horrible. i’m a monster - if not for this, for everything else.”

hathor shook her head. you are a human being.

there was silence as you cried and hathor wiped your tears. at least two minutes passed - but it didn’t matter to you. harrow could come running around the corner and you wouldn’t bat an eyelash.

hathor took a deep breath, looking to her left along the corridor. she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, another figure appeared.

is now a bad time, human?

you flinched at the rough edge in khonshu’s voice. “what do you want?”

what do i want? there’s a long list.

even through your tears, your patience thinned. “seriously?”

hathor took her hands from your face, turning to look at khonshu. enough of your riddles. just tell her.

the unmistakable sound of footsteps, running, drew your attention. they were getting closer.

i don’t think i have to say a word, actually.

just as khonshu had finished, a figure appeared, coming around the twists and turns of the corridor.

your heart stopped.

marc looked around in a daze, eyes falling first on khonshu, then on hathor, then…

“y/n!”

just as he had stopped running, he started again, coming towards you like a lion out of his cage, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off of your feet.

“oh baby,” he mumbled into your neck.

you had just reached - wrapping your arms around him in equal tightness, hands flying into his hair. oh, god. his hair - his curls, his skin - you’d never take it for granted again.

he pulled back, hands on your cheeks in a mirror image to hathor. his eyes locked into yours, brown irises melting into his pupils, filling with tears.

marc stuttered, trying to get several sentences out at once, before you hushed him.

“please, marc, we don’t have much time. harrow is gonna-”

“i know,” he nodded, eyes still not breaking from yours. “i know- baby, i know. please- please, just give me a minute. i never- i thought i’d never- oh, baby.”

he leaned in, moving his hands out of the way to rest his forehead against yours. he was hot - sticky with sweat and dirt and, although you didnt want to think about it, your blood.

“i know,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “marc, i know.”

barely having finished your sentence, he leaned in and kissed you.

it was like the first kiss all over again, and you supposed it was. hot, needy, passionate, desperate. you could live in this moment.

but the unmistakable sound of khonshu clearing his throat broke your kiss.

if you wouldn’t mind, harrow is about to release ammit. i’m sure your couples catch-up can wait another hour.

“yeah,” you nodded, breaking away, but marc was far more hesitant to let go.

“i can’t-” he looked around, paranoid. “i can’t do this, y/n. i just lost you, i can’t run the risk of losing you again, i’ve never- y/n, i can’t let you go, you’re everything to me, and if harrow- oh god, what did harrow do to you? i swear to god, the minute i see him, i’m gonna-”

he blinked. a beat.

“paranoid git never did know when to be quiet, did he?”

“oh, steven,” you threw your arms around him again. “fucking hell.”

steven, unlike marc, seemed far more willing to let you go. “love, i know, but if we don’t go now, we’re all gonna end up dead. please, we can do this all after, yeah?”

he took your hands in his, stilling your shaking fingers. he was so warm - always so warm.

“okay,” you nodded, looking between him and the gods beside you. “okay.”

you had severely underestimated how far harrow was willing to go. it had been what felt like hours, an unrelenting fight. you weren’t even sure when layla showed up, hoping to help you in any way she could.

but her attempts were futile; ammit was huge. really - huge, bigger than the pyramid behind her. khonshu had, as usual, gotten involved too, so that meant he was the same size, almost trampling you with every step he took.

you had tried. really, you had. you’d tried to use your new found avatar abilities to at least land something on harrow, but truth be told, you were failing. he’d hit you far more times that you’d even aimed for him, you were covered in cuts and rapidly forming bruises, you were sure your shoulder was dislocated.

but worst of all? your head wasn’t right. you weren’t sure what was wrong with it - it seemed fine every time you focused on identifying the issue, but every time you weren’t paying attention, it was there again. dizzy, a ringing in your eyes, everything a second or two behind; your vision lagging and cloudy. but just as you’d notice it, it was gone.

it was getting worse, too. you could see marc out of the corner of your eye; he was one to one with harrow. it would have made you anxious if you could properly focus on what was going on. but you couldn’t - your thought were scattered, a ringing back tenfold in your ears, the world had gone distant and hazy.

the doctors told you it was a concussion the next morning. layla had actually came in very handy, able to translate the man’s arabic into english for you.

he had told you that you’d sustained a massive head injury - you figured it would have been investigated, if you hadn’t been one of the people there last night.

‘there’ was all people could talk about. first the sky had gone backwards (you’d missed that part, thanks to being dead), then, out of nowhere, two ancient egyptian gods had appeared, destroying all the buildings in their wake, pyramids too.

it wasn’t that you couldn’t remember it. you could - it was clear in every aspect. it just didn’t feel like you’d been there at all. even the build up to it, every moment from when you’d stepped out of that pyramid, hand in hand with steven, hot air hitting your face;

it wasn’t you.

well, obviously it was you. but it wasn’t the same you. everything felt different, you didn’t have the same emotions you did before. the same key ones, yes, like how you felt about marc, and steven, and who you are as a person, but basic thing, like fear, and compassion? it was gone.

you’d have voiced this to a doctor if you could put ‘i died and got brought back to like by an ancient god, but not the same one who destroyed half of your city last night, sorry about that, by the way’ into layman’s terms.

trauma induced dissociation was enough of a label for you. it fit - everything just felt a little hazy, was all. not that you’d asked your doctor, a google search (excluding the resurrection part) had taken you to pages and pages about dissociation and how it’s normal to feel it after a traumatic event. you were pretty sure dying was a traumatic event.

and yes, you could bring it up to your doctor, he was payed to help you, after all. but there was a strange gnawing in the back of your head: that if you voiced this feeling, it would only get worse, and the happy ending you and your husband currently had would be shred in two because you couldn’t feel properly.

so instead, you listened to his professional diagnosis; a severe concussion, fractured rib, dislocated shoulder, several cosmetic wounds, and mental trauma that would be discovered at a later point, if you ever got around to voicing it to a doctor.

what a lovely shopping list, you thought.

it was three days before they let you out, and marc wasn’t getting out for another two after that. you’d had to beg him to even go to the hospital in the first place, but now he was getting the medical attention he’d needed for years, he seemed content in his hospital bed. not that he’d ever admit it.

with two days to yourself (not nights, you’d go back to the hospital and stay with marc), you decided to have the egyptian holiday you had come for.

the first stop was obvious; buy clothes. all of the ones you had were either covered in blood or halfway shredded. once you’d achieved this, in a new white linen sundress (cut below the knees to hide the still raw scars), you felt just slightly lost.

of course, you weren’t lost, you were always quick to get your bearings in new places - mercenary years had left you with a few skills, after all - and you kept yourself in a fairly small area, close to the hospital in case you got an emergency call.

no - the feeling of being lost came from deep down. ever since you’d come back to life it was the same, a strange longing for something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. something you felt you just had to have, maybe not right now, but in the near future. the hazy feeling had already begun to pass, you were sure google had served you well. but it left behind this in its wake, a new, even stranger feeling.

a breeze blew your hair lightly as you looked down the street in front of you. it was picturesque, all kinds of small shops and cafes as far as you could see. you could hear kids playing somewhere, a baby crying in the distance.

the lost-longing feeling piqued at this.

“oh.” you breathed. “oh.”

beside you, hathor, dressed in a golden, floor length dress and looking beautiful as ever, laughed.

oh, indeed. did you forget which god i am?

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isawthisangel · 1 year

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domestic/relationship situations with steven/marc headcanons

i saw this post by @eloquentmoon and just couldn’t resist.

word count: 800w

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When you move in you bring old and new furniture with you. Steven has rearranged his whole flat and is determined to build the new furniture for you while you set about unpacking all of your boxes. After struggling for a while he has to let Marc front to take over, ‘Don’t tell her it’s you.’ You pretend not to notice that it’s Marc assembling your bookshelves and not Steven.

Steven loves to cook, and the only thing he loves more than cooking is cooking together with you. At least once a week he’ll bring home a new recipe for you to make together, which more often than not ends up being absolutely delicious.

You bring your Wii (‘What’s this?’), which turns out to be a huge hit with Marc, who becomes quickly obsessed with Mario Kart, and even more obsessed with winning at Mario Kart. You learn soon enough to let him win, lest he sulk for the rest of the day.

‘It’s fine. I’m not a sore loser.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Yes.’

Steven always hovers around you when you paint your nails, and you can’t help but notice. One day you ask if he wants you to paint his nails, and he jumps at the chance. At first he just has every other nail, but eventually he wants all of them painted.

‘You’re welcome to use these any time you want.’ ‘No, I like it when you do them.’

In the evenings you sit in bed together and read in companionable silence, the lights down low and usually with the sound of the rain soft against the windows, Marc’s hand resting on your thigh beneath the sheets or Steven’s fingers caressing your hair. It’s your favourite time of the day.

If it’s Steven you wake up to, there will always be coffee within five minutes of you both opening your eyes, without you having to move from the bed. If it’s Marc, there’s usually a (good-natured) argument about who has to go and put the coffee on. You always win.

Regardless of who it is you wake up to, you’re never left wanting in terms of cuddles. They both love nothing more than to keep you in bed for as long as they can in the mornings, something which you’re not opposed to.

Laundry is a controversial topic in the flat. Steven will happily do it. Marc abhors it. You can tell who’s fronting that day when you get home from work just by looking to see if the laundry has been done.

There’s an event at the museum and Steven takes you as his plus one; he takes you shopping to buy you a new outfit for the event. When you come out the changing room in a floor length red dress, his jaw practically hits the floor. He’s eager to get you back to the flat after that particular shopping trip.

Steven might be the more… chaotic, of the two, but he’s got a good memory and is careful with his tasks. Marc, on the other hand… it’s not unusual for him to have to run back into the flat three times or more of a morning before he finally leaves.

‘Love you, bye.’ ‘Forgot my bag, love you, bye.’ ‘It’s cold, coat, love you, bye.’ ‘Keys…’ and so on.

Steven leaves notes for you around the house, which you collect. Sometimes they’re reminders: Don’t forget to feed next door’s cat. See you later x. Sometimes they’re shopping lists, or sometimes they’re just plain sweet. I miss you. I hope you had a good day at work. I can’t wait to see you.

Marc likes to take charge when it comes to anything manual, like fixing things. He’d rather die than call someone in to fix the washing machine.

‘I can do it. Yes I know what I’m doing.’

Last time you’d had to wait until he was away with work before calling in a guy to fix it, remarking when Marc returned that he must have fixed it before he left. If Marc suspects anything, he doesn’t let on.

Changing the bedding is always an ordeal, and you rope in Steven to help you every time, knowing Marc has an innate hatred of anything to do with laundry. It takes two of you to get the slightly small bedsheet on, and although you teach Steven the trick you know to get the duvet cover over the duvet over and over again, he can never quite get the hang of it.

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messrmoonyy · 2 years

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marc seems like the type of person who always says ‘ I’m fine ‘ and he’s not. He doesn’t like letting new people in. Could you write something of maybe marc has a friend with benefits or they’re in a relationship but not like officially? And it’s him opening up more. Thank you messr for taking the time to read this!

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Marc Spector x Reader

A/N- closed off and moody Marc realising he deserves love? is a yes from me. Also this is cut into 3 points and pov switches to Marc for the last part. Enjoy!

Warnings: slightest implied smut. angst. Mild mentions of Marc’s trauma. Marc overall being a moody ass. TBH he’s kinda an ass for the most part. Angst

Word count: 6.8K

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It started raining as Marc sat back, carefully lowering your legs back down from where they’d been resting on his shoulders. You hadn’t quite registered when it had started, just that it hadn’t been when he’d arrived. But now it was falling rhythmically against the windows, and drawing a cold breeze into the flat that cooled your burning skin.

The building was so old that even with the windows closed, the practically rickety panes still let a fair amount of air in.

It was the type of weather that made you want to curl up with someone on your sofa, tucked under a warm blanket and watch movies for the rest of the day.

But the man in bed with you now would never do such things with you.

“ you okay? “ he asked, running his hands over your legs for a few moments in some attempt to make them feel less numb. It was a gentle action compared to only moments ago. It always baffled you how quickly his mood could change, how one second he was cold and stony faced. Brow furrowed in concentration as he fucked you into your mattress, bruising grip on your hips. The next he was gentle and making sure you were okay, fingers that had just been digging into your skin now soft and featherlight.

After a few moments he moved to sit next to you. You stretched out your aching limbs, watching as he pushed his damp curls from his forehead. You finally hummed a response to his question, pulling the bed sheets back over you as the breeze started to make goosebumps rise on your arms. Marc wasn’t much of a talker really, he never had been. He had a stressful day, and he turned up at your door, he flirted with you with over text messages but never let any real feelings get involved. That was it.

He got up and disappeared into your bathroom for a few moments, returning with a damp cloth and handing it over to you. It wasn’t exactly the most dignified you’d ever felt but at least he wasn’t just leaving the second after he was done you supposed. You gave him a whispered thanks and he sat next to you again, silence falling over you.

You did almost get the impression that he was simply buying himself a little time just so he didn’t look like a complete arse by leaving the moment after he was done. Though you could pretend he actually wanted to be there if you didn’t think about it too hard.

He was watching you when you looked up at him, those deep brown eyes you were so in love with locked onto yours. His brow was as furrowed as it always was, he honestly didn’t look any less stressed than when he’d arrived.

You reached up to cup his cheek gently, thumb brushing lightly across his soft skin. He stiffened slightly at the contact. It was always so strange to you. How you’d been as intimate as you were certain was possible only minutes ago. Yet something as simple and gentle as that was terrifying to him.

“ Marc.. “

“ don’t “ he stopped you before you could be even remotely caring towards him. It was always the same. He always ran. He was always scared of letting you in and you could never figure out why.

“ are you okay? “ he turned his head, your hand dropping from his cheek.

“ I’m fine “ you watched him as he moved to sit on the edge of your bed, grabbing his clothes from where they had been discarded on the floor.

“ that’s always your answer “ you said, annoyance filtering into your words. You were seriously debating simply getting him a flash card that read ‘I’m fine’ so he wouldn’t have to tell you it all the time. Seeing as it was his favourite phrase. It was becoming routine almost.

He was always the same. Always left immediately after taking his stress and agression out on you, drilling you into your mattress and then fleeing. It had been the agreement at first. It was no strings attached. It was simple. No feelings. No nothing.

But maybe you were naive to ever think it would stay that way.

It had pushed beyond that a few months ago, when you had accidentally gotten swept up into his dark and dangerous world that he had tried to keep separate. He was more protective, more possessive… around more. But the situation like the current were still regular occurrences.

“ because im always fine “ he mumbled, annoyance in his own voice as he pulled his T-shirt over his head.

“ no one is always fine Marc “ he gave a short laugh and rose to his feet. You sat up, holding the sheets to your chest as your eyes followed him as he collected up your clothes from the floor.

“ well, I am “ he dropped them next to you and you grabbed his arm before he could leave. He avoided your eyes at first, his jaw visibly tightening.

“ Marc “ he closed his eyes for a moment before meeting yours. They always looked so troubled, like so much was going on behind those beautiful brown eyes of his. You wished he’d talk to you. Wished he’d sit down and just spill every single trouble he had, confide in you. Trust you. But he didn’t seem to trust anyone it seemed. Even you.

“ I’m fine y/n “

“ I dont believe you “

“ I’m not asking you to “ he pulled slightly at your grip but you didn’t let him go. And maybe that in itself was a little win for you, because he very easily could shake himself from your grip if he wanted to. But he didn’t.

“ you can talk to me. You don’t have to leave 30 seconds after you fuck me you know. I don’t know why you’re so scared of me “ he scoffed at that and did let himself free from your grasp then, running a hand through his messy curls.

“ scared of you. Please “ he shook his head with a slightly bitter laugh “ that’s not our arrangement. We don’t… talk “ it was like trying to draw blood from a stone. You didn’t know if he’d ever talk to you properly. If he’d ever open up to you “ you know that. You said you were okay with that. It works. Don’t rock the boat “

“ right. Okay whatever “ you pulled your clothes back on and stood up yourself as he headed for your door. But he stopped before he could reach for the handle, turning back around again.

“ why are you doing this? “ you raised an eyebrow urging him to elaborate, not entirely sure what he was talking about. Doing what? Checking on his well-being? Caring? “ this… trying to- Y/n we agreed no strings. This only works if we stay that way “ it was your turn to scoff and you folded your arms.

“ I think you ruined that yourself when you turned up here with a bag of stolen shit 6 months ago Marc “ 2 nights later you’d been jumped on your way home from work, a figure in all white and glowing eyes coming to your rescue. You had known about the entire Khonshu situation before then. In very very limited ways. But he’d been forced to be a little more open after that.

Her told you he’d regretted going to you the moment he’d arrived, that he shouldn’t have put you in that position. That danger. Yet also convinced no one would ever suspect he would go to you. Yet someone had clearly followed him. And then you. You’d never seen him so… scared. He’d stayed with you the entire night and the next day too. Practically babied you all day, easing you of your shock and the stress.

Sitting like a guard dog at your door in case someone tried to break in. You didn’t think you’d actually seen him sleep at all for the entire time he’d been there.

“ you know why I had to do that. The whole reason I came to you was because we had no strings. There was nothing to connect us “ it stung a little. You’d actually felt ever so slightly honoured when he’d turned up at your flat, hiding out with you for the night. He’d chosen you. He’d chosen to go to you. But not for the reasons you had initially thought “ I didn’t know someone would follow me. I didn’t think- look I’m not getting into this tonight y/n. I came here because I was stressed, you’re meant to help me relax and right now you’re just giving me a headache “

“ right because that’s all I’m good for for you isn’t it? Stress relief? you’re a fucking dick sometimes “ for a moment it did almost look like that had hurt him, a flicker of something passing across his face for the briefest moment. But you also knew a part of him seemed to get off on arguing with you, maybe because he knew no matter how much you did fight he wouldn’t push you away. He had you by the throat and neither of you seemed too keen on him letting you go.

“ why do you care? “ you laughed at that. You could do nothing but laugh. Just at how unbelievably stupid he could be sometimes.

“ because I do “

“ that’s not an answer “

“ yeah well neither is ‘I’m fine’ when you clearly aren’t so I guess we’re both even huh? “ you’d got him there, his jaw clenching again in a way that was far too distracting “ do you care? “

“ do you think I’d be here if I didn’t? “ and he’d got you. For once he truly had rendered you speechless with that. It was pathetic really. The absolute bottom of the barrel bare minimum. But it was the closest you’d ever gotten to any kind of verbal confession before. That he did care about you more than just someone he fucked when he felt like it.

“ you don’t act like it “ all your anger had gone from your words, which was annoying. You’d lost your edge. You just sounded weak now, pathetic.

“ I saved your life and I continue to protect you every single day “ he said and walked over to you in a way that would have been intimidating if you didn’t know him, if you didn’t know he’d never lay an agressive finger on you “ you think only one person tried to get you? Just that one I saved you from in the street? These kind of guys don’t just stop at one person y/n “ you tried to let it sink in. It made sense now that you thought about it. In fact you felt stupid for thinking there would only be one threat. You’d been under his protection ever since. He did care.

He tucked his fingers under your chin and for a moment you almost thought he was going to kiss you, thumb tracing over your bottom lip. But Marc never kissed you. Not on the lips. Everywhere but.

“ I- “

“ I have a lot of enemies “ his voice was low, almost threatening. It sent a swarm of butterflies straight to your stomach “ you think you wouldn’t be the first person they’d go for if they knew about you? They go for who they think will hurt the most “

“ I didn’t know “

“ of course you didn’t. That’s the whole point “ he looked incredibly beautiful up close like that, intimidating, but beautiful none the less “ I stop things before you even know they exist. People. You know what they’d do to you if they ever got their hands on you? Is that what you want me to tell you? About how they’d hurt you? Kidnap you? “

“ Marc stop… “

“ these aren’t nice people. I don’t deal with nice people. You really want to involve yourself in that? In my life? Put yourself at risk like that? “

“ you’re scaring me stop “ you whispered, suddenly realising how silly you were to ever think he didn’t care about you. When he was stopping you from being hurt every single day. Because the people he had pissed off knew that you would hurt him the most. And that was both terrifying and somewhat butterfly inducing. Which was truly pathetic.

“ good. So stop asking questions. Okay” He held your gaze for a moment before his eyes flickered away, his other hand slipped down around your waist and over your ass, giving a light squeeze “ thank you for tonight “ then he let you go and headed back for the door again, the moment over “ I’ll see you tomorrow “

Suddenly all your annoyance flooded back, was he seriously just going to leave after that? You quickly followed him out into the hall not even sure what you were going to say to him.

“ don’t bother. Seeing as I’m so stressing for you, right? Go see if you can find someone else to put up with you like I do “ you said in a harsh whisper, not exactly keen on airing your dirty laundry in the hallway for your neighbours to hear. He turned back to you as he headed for the lift at the end of the hall, and was actually sporting a smile at that.

“ you’re funny “ the lift appeared with a chime and he stepped inside, giving you a wink as the doors closed in front of him. He drove you insane sometimes. Most of the time.

You knew he would be back tomorrow. And you knew you hadn’t really meant that you didn’t want him to bother. Because he liked the arguing. And you liked having his attention, no matter if it was harsh words being exchanged and not the kind ones you yearned for. You’d take what you could get when it came to Marc Spector. Because you’d rather be thought about him even a little bit, no matter how small, than not be thought about by him at all. And how sad was that?

“ fuck that’s it. Good girl like that “ there you were again. On your knees for Marc Spector as if you hadn’t told him to stay away only a week ago. His fingers were tugging at your hair, guiding your head at a pace he wanted. Once again letting him use you as a way to relieve his stress.

He hadn’t even come round for that he’d said. In fact… you didn’t actually know why he had come round. He hadn’t texted. Hadn’t called. Had simply appeared at your door and asked to come in. He’d said something about hearing things on the grape vine, wanting to make sure you were safe and secure. You don’t know if you believed it or not.

And after all. You were currently on your knees for him so what else were you going to guess hed arrived for. But then again you’d initiated, just assuming it’s what he wanted but Mother Nature was currently wreaking havoc on your body. So your mouth was all you had to offer him in terms of stress relief.

But from the way he was gritting his teeth and practically throbbing on your tongue, you guessed he didn’t particularly mind.

He didn’t last much longer, pulling your hair almost painfully as he came down your throat with muttered praise and unintelligible nonsense. He let you go and you pulled away with a slightly obscene pop, leaning back on your hands and looking up at him as his head fell back on the sofa with a sigh.

You couldn’t stay away from each other. It was like some weird addiction. No matter how much he refused to open up to you, and no matter how much you pretended you didn’t care for him. You two always ended back together again.

“ that’s really not why I came to see you you know “ he said with another sigh, grabbing some tissue from the box on the table by your sofa, cleaning himself up and tossing the tissue into the rubbish bin.

“ could’ve fooled me “ he cracked a smile at that and you rose to your feet as he readjusted himself back into his jeans.

“ I’m serious “ you sat beside him and to your surprise one of his arms actually draped itself around your shoulders. You daren’t move in case he hadn’t meant to and would take it away again. But he didn’t “ we’ve pissed off some people… total cult freaks. Khonshu heard some things. Wanted to make sure you were safe that’s all “

You almost hated that it made your heart flutter. Marc had told you himself only a week ago that there was no feelings. No strings. But any time he seemed to show even the slightest sign that he cared you couldn’t help but fall even faster than you already were. It didn’t help that his little speech about constantly protecting you had been replaying on a loop in your head too.

“ thank you “ he shrugged and you were both quiet for a few minutes “ is it dangerous? “ you kind of blurted out before your brain could catch up with your mouth.

“ what? “

“ what you’re doing? Is it dangerous? The cult freaks or whatever “ you quoted his previous comment. You kind of knew the answer already. You knew his work with Khonshu was dangerous. You knew he was dangerous. But you almost wanted to hear him say it to you, so you could justify the constant worrying you always did for him.

“ only if he gets a hold of… something. But I have it so he’s useless without it “ you didn’t pry into what the exact thing was that he had. That had an entire cult searching for it. Which meant an entire cult was searching for him too.

“ and if they do get it? “

“ they won’t “

“ but if they do “ you pressed

“ why are you so Interested? “ he asked with a slight sigh.

“ because I worry about you “ you looked up at him to find him watching you already. His face actually seemed softer, shocked almost. You wondered if anyone had said they cared about him recently “ I always worry. The second you rocked up in that fancy suit of yours it only made me worry more. I don’t know what it is you do exactly and honestly I don’t think I want to know. But I do care. I worry. I watched you beat two people within an inch of their damn life and you know the best part? I wasn’t even afraid of you. I was worried. One day your disappearing acts might be permanent “ you rambled it all out in practically one breath.

He didn’t respond straight away. Simply kept watching you as the words continued to tumble from your mouth before you bothered to stop them.

Whatever Marc was in now. It was big. He hadnt said that but you could tell. The more he was checking up on you, the more he was reminding you how to be as safe as possible when you were alone. He was worried.

“ you shouldn’t worry so much “ you almost laughed. What else were you supposed to. He broke your eye contact, staring at the black screen of your tv instead “ I can take care of myself “

“ I know you can… it doesn’t mean I won’t worry. And before you say anything I don’t want to hear that stupid no strings conversation again “ You turned his face to look at you, hand on his cheek, his light stubble rough against your palm.

You wanted to tell him the real reason you worried. That nothing made your heart hurt more than the thought of losing him. That you had promised no strings but you were ridiculously in love with him no matter how badly he treated you at times.

“ Marc… “ your voice was a whisper, trailing off as words failed you at the closeness of his face to yours. His nose brushed against yours and you thought that finally he would actually kiss you. That he would finally show you the affection you so desperately craved from him.

“ don’t “ his voice stopped you before your lips could touch his, low and almost warning, as his hand wrapped around your wrist.

“ please “ it sounded weak. Pathetic. Silly. But you were tired of pretending you didn’t care anymore, it was too painful now. You were tired of aching for him all the time only for him to contact you when he needed you for his own gain. And nothing else.

“ we can’t. Not now. We can’t “ not now. Not now. What did that even mean. Not now but later? Not now not ever? Was it simply more false hope?

“ why? “ he pulled away from you and got to his feet. Running away. Again.

“ don’t do this again y/n for the love of gods “

“ why can’t you just answer me? Honestly. Just tell me why you won’t even kiss me for fuck sakes. Why won’t you open up to me? Why do you keep pretending you care about me only to kick me to the curb again? “

“ do you think I’d be here if I didn’t fucking care? “ his voice was rising and you knew you’d just fallen into the same routine of trying to make him talk and ending up in a fight.

At least he’d kind of admitted it. Even if he had avoided every other question you’ve asked.

“ then stop pushing me away! I.. I- “

“ don’t. Don’t you say it “ he turned to you, finger pointing at you in warning. Brow furrowed as it always was “ don’t. Say it. You say it and I’m gone y/n. I’m gone “

“ I love you “ tears were stinging at your eyes as you breathed it out despite his warnings. It couldn’t be contained any longer. It wasn’t fair. You refused to hold it in anymore. Even if he did leave, at least you know you’d been honest “ I do. And I won’t pretend I don’t anymore “ tears fell down your cheeks then and you felt stupid to be crying when he was good there as stony faced as he always was.

“ you can’t. You don’t understand. Loving me is… I can’t. You can’t “ he seemed more flustered than angry, as if he’d received some detrimental information that was world ending. His hand raking through his hair and feet restless, pacing backwards and forwards “ I have to go “

“ of course you do “ you didn’t follow him as he grabbed his jacket and headed for your front door

“ you. You won’t see me again. I’ll make sure Khonshu keeps you under protection but. This is it. You won’t see me again “ he hesitated for a moment looking back at your sagged, crying form. It was pity. He pitied you. You who had just told him you were in love with him. That you cared. That you wanted to keep him safe. Yet he pitied you.

“ well good. I don’t want to see you again “ it was a lie. An out and out lie that felt bitter on your tongue “ don’t ever come back here. Go find someone else to fuck! I don’t want to hear from you again! “

He didn’t respond. Simply clenched his jaw and gave a short nod of his head.

You watched him leave, slumping against your sofa and sobbing at the emptiness in your flat now that he was gone. The emptiness in your chest that always came when he left, but far more overwhelming this time around.

Because Marc was gone for good this time. And you believed him.

Marc didn’t exactly recall how he’d ended up in front of your building. Brief flickers in his mind of leaving the airport, random street signs, the emptiness of the tube, the hammering rain against his skin. But he couldn’t recall the entire journey properly. Just that he was now there. Rain dripping into his eyes, entire body aching now that he had no armoured suit to heal him.

Steven had gone quiet since he’d stepped off the tube at Clapham North. He’d told him about you. About how difficult and strange your relationship was. Refusing to accept his emotions until recently because he refused to let anyone get close to him. Refused to let people in only to let them leave.

How he had had to push you away. Be cruel. Because he felt so unbelievably undeserving of love, especially from someone as incredible as you. He’d been awful there was no denying that. And hey you stayed. Loved him. Though there was the lingering fear in the weeks it had been since he’d broken things off with you, you’d have moved on. Lost your love and only harboured hate.

And Steven knew that he needed to let Marc take the floor tonight, slip back and let him fix what he could.

Tonight was not the night to be telling you about Steven either. That was a tomorrow issue.

Khonshu made it worse. Always leering over his shoulders and using you as his way to make him do what was needed. Threats to your safety or even forcing you to take over Marcs work. And he would never let that happen, even if it had meant having to push you away. To somehow convince Khonshu that he didn’t care about you, that he would move on and find some other leverage over him. Anything but you.

And now that he was free of Khonshu, now his head was quiet of the old birds deep tones, all he could think about was you. All he wanted was you. All he needed was to be with you. His repressed feelings had smashed into him so harshly it had practically taken his breath away. And so his feet had carried him to you before he could even pull together a coherent thought.

A man had held the door open for him before he could bother buzzing your door, climbing the stairs to the 4th floor in a daze. He almost wanted Steven to make an appearance, which was odd seeing as Stevens experience with women was non existent. But he just got the feeling the moral support would have at least helped a little. But he was staying well back like he’d promised.

He stood in front of your door and hesitated before knocking. Why had he come? Why hadn’t he just gone straight home? The last time he saw you you’d told him not to contact you again. To leave you alone. Yet there he was, standing in a slowly growing puddle of rain water and looked like a drowned rat.

He knocked. Before he could change his mind and turn around. Or maybe Steven had. Either way, it was done now. There was some shuffling around inside your flat, the sound of the key in the lock.

You opened the door only a crack, the security chain in front of your face. He almost smiled just at that. You’d listened to him and his worries for your safety. Your eyes fell on him and he waited for you to slam it back in his face, or tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. But you said nothing. You didn’t even look that shocked to see him.

“ I didn’t know where else to go “ his voice sounded far weaker than he’d been expecting, and as though he’d had to force the words out of his throat. He waited for the door slam again. Or that bitter laugh you gave him whenever he’d pissed you off or said something stupid that had upset.

But instead you closed the door softly, the sound of the security chain dropping and then re opened the door. You looked him up and down before reaching out your hand and gently leading him inside.

He stood a little awkwardly as you re locked the door, the safety chain back in place.

“ are you hurt? “ you asked quietly, moving back to stand in front of him. You seemed careful in your movements as if you were scared you would startle him. He shook his head, words suddenly evading him “ okay… come with me? “ you held out your hand and lead him through to your small bathroom. He blindly followed, feeling like a small child and who needed caring for “ rather have a puddle in here than our there “ you said with a small smile.

You whispered for him to wait there and disappeared out into your bedroom for a moment, returning a minute later with what he recognised as some of his clothes he’d left behind before.

“ do you need to talk about it? “ you asked, your voice still gentle. Like you were approaching an injured animal that may flee at any moment. He gave his head a small shake. His brain wasn’t cooperating at that moment, his throat tight and words failing to form “ that’s okay. Take your time “

He watched you intently as you silently stripped him of his soaked clothes, tossing them into your laundry basket in the corner. It was oddly Intimate. Which was funny to say he’d seen you naked more times than he could count. Yet this was the intimate moment. It made his skin flush and his fingers prickle with pins and needles, anxiety threatening to overwhelm him more than it already was.

He felt unbelievably vulnerable, stood there in a puddle of rain water as you undressed and dried him off, re dressing him in fresh dry clothes again. He felt like a child. But so far removed from his own childhood that it felt alien, he actually felt safe there in your flat. Warm. Loved.

He felt so stupid for ever pushing you away, even though deep down it had been for you own interests.

He didn’t deserve you.

He didn’t.

“ there you go “ you said softly, smoothing a hand over his shoulder “ that’s better? Warmer? “ he nodded again, still unable talk “ go sit down. Let me get you some water “ you placed a gentle hand to his lower back and urged him out of the bathroom, towards the sofa before heading for the kitchenette.

He sat down and found his eyes wandering around your flat. He’d been there a million times. But not like this.

It felt safe and cosy. You had numerous string lights dotted around, the tv on low volume showing some re run of a reality show he didn’t know the name of, a forgotten half full mug of tea on the coffee table and a puzzle book with an almost finished crossword, pictures tacked to your walls of you and your friends. It was just… nice.

He’d never felt at home. Anywhere. Even when he was really young, before his brothers accident…

Even then he hadn’t truly felt at home when he really thought about it.

So it was strange to think that right there, his entire body aching and in that strange half way place between warm and cold where his skin was burning. After all that had happened, in that little flat tucked away in Hackney, he felt at home.

“ I don’t have much in terms of food. I’m in desperate need of a trip to Tesco. But I can offer you water, tea, left over pizza and a slightly questionable looking banana. Or if you’re feeling really fancy there’s a frozen lasagna in the freezer I can wack in the oven... Bon appétit “ you placed down the mug and glass and then the pizza box that had been balancing on your arm. Flicking it open to reveal said questionable banana and three slices of pizza.

He couldn’t help but smile at your efforts. The first he had cracked all day.

You sat next to him, so close your legs were touching. But you seemed cautious to touch him elsewhere, hands clasped loosely in your lap. It was silent other than the low buzz of traffic on the street below and the tv show, that was aparentently made in Chelsea according to the title screen, going to an ad break.

“ You can talk to me… when you’re ready “ you said softly and your eyes briefly flickered over to him “ I know you don’t like talking. But I’ll even settle for that stupid I’m fine line if it means you’ll say something. Just so I know you’re okay. I’m here for you you know “

“ I know “ you actually startled slightly at his words, his long stint of silence finally breaking.

“ I don’t know where you’ve been. Or what you did. Or saw. But I’m right here. And I’ll listen “ you tentatively reached for his hand. Sliding your fingers lightly over his palm and squeezing lightly when he didn’t pull away.

It was like someone had pulled the plug and all his thoughts, his past, his emotions came flooding out. Like water swirling down the drain they rushed out of his mouth. He told you everything, only leaving out any mention of Steven. The rest of the information he was giving you was already a lot to take in. Adding Steven to the mix might just push you over the edge.

You sat quietly as he spoke. Listening intently until he finally fell silent again. You didn’t speak for a few moments and he wondered if you didn’t believe him. Or maybe you were scared of him now. But he froze as you lurched forward and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug.

“ oh Marc “ his hands hovered a little awkwardly at his side as you held him, he don’t know what to do. Didn’t quite know how he was supposed to handle the affection you were giving him “ you could’ve told me before. I was such a bitch. I’m sorry “

“ it’s okay. I wasn’t exactly… pleasant was i? “ you laughed a little at that and pulled back slightly.

“ yeah well. Always knew you were hiding something. You’re not a very good liar “ you hand reached up and brushed his hair away from his face with a gentle smile “ I understand why you didn’t say anything.. kind of. And all that with your mum… “ he closed his eyes. He’d had enough of dredging up the past for one night and he silently pleaded for you not to probe him anymore.

“ does it change anything for you? “

“ no “ you said almost instantly. As if it hadn’t taken you even a second to find your answer. It was easy for you. Caring for him. Loving him. He still didn’t quite understand how or why, but he wasn’t about to ask.

“ and if I said there was… something else? “ he opened his eyes again, having your reaction in the dim light of your flat. You were quiet for a few moments. He almost read the thoughts flashing in your eyes ‘there’s more?’ But you didn’t say it. Simply shrugged instead

“ then I’ll be here to listen to it when you’re ready to tell me “ he almost wanted to laugh. Because how were you so unbelievably forgiving? Kind? Caring? Gentle?

He was surprised to find tears prickling at his eyes and even more so when he didn’t force them back in. He finally let his hands wrap around you, burying his face in your neck as his body was wracked with silent sobs. He’d never been so vulnerable in front of anyone before. Let alone the woman he had been so so careful not to show any of his cards too.

You cradled his head as he cried, hesitating for a moment as if the tears had shocked you almost as much as they had shocked him. Maybe they had. Of course they had. He rarely cracked in front of you, and now there he was crying.

“ I think that’s enough talking for tonight isn’t it? “ you whispered and pressed a kiss to the side of his head.

“ yeah “ you pulled back and held his face in your hand, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“ come on. You need some rest “ you got to your feet and he had the sudden realisation on how you must have felt every time he ran from you. You weren’t even leaving yet his heart ached painfully at the sudden loss of contact.

“ y/n “ he got to his feet too, grabbing your hand and pulling you back towards him, a little harsher than he’d meant, your chests colliding. He held your face in his hands and didn’t hesitate for a moment longer, kissing you with all the love he had secretly harboured and hidden away from you for months on end.

You seemed taken aback by it, gasping gasping against his lips and stilling for a moment before you kissed him back.

Kissing you was all he’d ever imagined.

He’d wanted to kiss you for so long. But had been absolutely terrified. Knowing that the moment he did he wouldnt be able to hide his feelings anymore, and he’d needed to so desperately to keep you safe. He felt you melt into him, body going slack against his as his hand closed into a fist in your hair. Just desperate to keep you there.

“ thank you. For everything “ he said quietly when he finally pulled away, thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“ don’t be silly “ you pressed another kiss to his cheek, a small smile on your lips “ now… rest “ he gave a small chuckle and nodded as he let you lead him into your room, watching silently as you flicked off the tv and the lights on the way. He climbed into the bed he had been in with you countless times. But never like that. In fact he’d never slept in the same bed as you. Ever.

You snuggled close to him, resting your head on his chest and sighing softly. It felt nice, safe, having the weight of you against him, your warm breaths slowing and hand resting over his heart. He wanted to savour it, bask in that warm and safe feeling for as long as he could. But his body fought him, tiredness winning the battle in minutes. And his heavy eyes fell closed, dragging him into the most peaceful sleep of his life.

#marc spector x reader #moonknight fanfic #moonknight x reader #Steven grant #jake lockley #Oscar Isaac #khonshu #x reader #smut #angst #fluff #y/n

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takenbypeter · 1 year

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Anniversary Morning

Steven Grant x reader

Words: 291

Authors note: I literally just wrote this right now 😂

Steven loved you.

He loved the way your face lit up around him. He loved how you listened to his each and every word. He loved how your nose crinkled at the bridge when you sincerely smiled. He loved how you would laugh so hearty that sometimes you felt so shy afterwards.

He loved you and he deemed himself lucky to even get the chance to be with you.

That’s why he was so excited about this particular day. Today marked one year since the start of your relationship.

You had stayed over the previous night so you were currently passed out in his bed while he crouched by the side of his mattress with his elbows out and his head on his clasped hands. He sat there just watching for a moment as he basked in the amazement that was you. He was already grinning at how embarrassed you’d react if you’d caught him like this.

But you were in a deep sleep.

Steven could stay like that forever but alas he had to go to work and soon so did you. Tearing himself away from the view he was unsure if he should wake you or let you sleep in because you had a little more time left before you had to get up but he opted for the later.

Bending down he placed the gentlest of pecks on the crown of your head and stood back up.

“Happy anniversary,” he whispered, grinning widely. After a final look he tore his eyes away and did the last checklist.

‘Keys. Phone. Breakfast waiting for you. Yup I got everything.’

With one final look he smiled again before departing, fully excited about the plans you two had made for this evening.

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heartsfromjeanee · 1 year

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Skating Savior

Steven Grant x Reader, Jake Lockley x Reader (Marc Spector x Reader Mention)

Summary: You decide that going ice skating with your boyfriends would be a great idea, until you realize that you have no skills on the ice whatsoever. Warnings: None!

Now that the winter weather was approaching and holiday spirit was high, you were determined to do every cute little holiday activity with your three boys. First thing on your list was to go ice skating, which in your head sounded like a great idea, but as you and Steven got on the ice, you realized that you definitely overestimated your own skills.

“I swear I used to be able to do this better when I was younger…” You mumbled to yourself as you tried to keep your balance as you held onto the side of the rink. Steven on the other hand seemed to be doing just fine, as he glided smoothly next to you.

“Love don’t worry, you’ll catch the hang of it after a few minutes…here take my hand I’ll help you balance.” Steven said as he took your free hand that didn’t have a deathly grip against the wall. You were starting to get frustrated with yourself, not wanting to slow Steven down from enjoying himself.

“When did you learn to ice skate anyways?” You asked, trying to take your mind off of the fear of falling which was very present in your mind.

“Don’t know if I’m being honest. I’ve been on the ice only a couple times in my life, suppose it just comes naturally.” He said with a shrug. “Try to keep your head up Love, it makes it easier trust me.”

You nodded, making an effort to keep your head up and forward, your grip on Steven's hand tightening as you did so. His advice had been working, as you were able to start to feel more confident as you moved. Slowly, you let go of the wall, a smile breaking out onto your face.

“Steven I’m doing it!” You exclaimed and Steven let out a chuckle. Both you started to move faster, until your confidence started to get the best of you and you suddenly loss your footing, falling down onto the ice. Luckily, you were able to catch yourself with your hands before your head hit the ground.

“Oh Cariño, how’d you get down there?” You didn’t need to look up to know that Jake had a smug look on his face as he crouched down to help you up.

“Don’t tell me you're a pro at ice skating too.” You said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you back up onto your feet, all while managing to keep his feet steady on the ice.

“Hey! It’s a skill that could come in handy! Such as these times where I have to keep my girl from ending up in an emergency room because of some ice skates.”

You rolled your eyes as you wiped your hands on the side of your pants, trying to get the feeling of the burning ice to go away. Jake noticed and took your hands inside of his, keeping them wrapped inside of his for a moment, before bringing them up to his face and place a soft kiss onto them. He flipped them over to look to see the condition your hands were in, and to his assumption, they were red with scratches all over your palms.

“My poor Princesa. Whose idea was to do this again?”

“Mine.”

“Of course. You think you’ve had enough skating for the day?”

“Very much so.”

Jake chuckled, letting your hands go and slide his arms around your waist pulling you close to him while you wrapped yours around his neck to keep your balance.

“How about we go to the diner down the street from out flat? I could go for a delicious greasy burger and fries right now.” He suggests while placing his forehead onto yours.

“If Marc or Steven heard that, I think they would both be appalled.” You said with a laugh, knowing that Marc preferred the system to try to eat high protein meals only to keep up with their shape and well, Steven was just vegan.

“Ah trust me their going banana’s up in my head. Now c’mon what do ya say Cariño?”

“Well, lead the way Mr. Lockley. Scratch that. Steer me towards the ring exit and then you can lead the way.” You said and Jake smiled, giving you a sweet kiss before pulling away.

“Alright, but I better get a tip for the service.”

“Oh I’ll give you a tip, just have to wait for it until we get home sweetheart.”

Jake had to bite his lip to restrain the groan that wanted to come out of his mouth from the words you said, as his imagination went wild. Without a second thought, he swirled you around and kept his hands steady onto you, moving the both of you as fast and safely as he could out of that ice rink. He began to think that maybe your idea of going ice skating hadn't been so bad at after all.

#moonknight x reader #Steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #Marc Spector x reader #Moonknight fanfic #Moonknight one shot #Jake Lockley one shot #Steven Grant one shot #Jake Lockly x Reader

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moongumi · 2 years

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under our moonlight³

pairing: khonshu x reader

⟶ cw. age-gap (lol), uni!au, avatar!reader, soft khonshu, smut, touchy touchy, implications of sex, side-pieces

sypnosis: you and khonshu realise there is something more between the two of you

⟶ wc. 1.5k (A shorty sorrrry)

a/n: Hi?? it's your local monster lover <3 I have returned from the dead and will be continuing my fics!! I've finished UNIVERSITY n' GRADUATED hooray for me and more writing time <3 this part is short but sweet but don't worry part 4 comes out super soon : )))

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

“It’s lovely innit?”

You look over at the voice that spoke, a shy─looking man who had a pamphlet in his hand smiles at you, “Oh, yea it’s nice.”

The man's eyes flicker between your hands and the pamphlet, finding the guts to finally hand it over to you. “I thought you might need this.”

You take it graciously, thanking him in return but crook your eyebrows with confusion, “A map?”

“You looked sort of lost, love, sorry if I had the wrong idea─”

“Oh!” You laugh, waving around the paper he gave you, “I’m not lost, well I don’t know where anything is here but I’m looking around you know but if you think I’m lost because I keep walking in circles that’s because there's this guy following me─”

“Dear god, have you gotten a stalker? I can get security for you─” The man who had a name tag on him, Steven rambles but you wave him off.

“No, no. He’s from my school, well I just found out he’s at my uni and he’s on this trip with us and somehow my partner. That does sound stalky but no, I met him at work–the coffee shop I work at and well I didn’t text him back, I think he likes me but he’s been annoying me and-just me recently so I’m trying to hide from him.” You now rambled instead.

Steven tries his hardest to digest all the information and he thinks he’s pretty much got it all, “So, no security love?”

“Yea, I’m fine, just let me hide for a bit if that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay.” Steven laughs awkwardly, well he’s the awkward one-somehow it felt like he didn’t have much human interaction like just yourself but for different reasons.

This man has a full heart I feel. He’s terribly troubled but would make for a good avatar. Khonshu remarks.

You scoff, whispering whilst Steven is distracted, “Replacing me already?”

I would never, my little dove.

“Have you got a coffee shop?” You ask Steven since you already assumed that he worked here.

Steven smiles, pointing towards the sign behind you, “You see that sign there, love, you go down there on your left is the little cafe we have here! There’s also a gift shop, where I usually am.”

“Alright,” You smiled, waving towards him “Thanks, Steven.”

“That guy was nice.” You say to Khonshu, who nods, walking by your side again only you could feel his presence and the weight of his body walking along the marble floor.

Sure, if that is what you believe. He does truly have a full heart but a weak, weak mind, if only he didn’t look like a fish─

“A fish? Jeez, your words are very insulting, Khonshu.”

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Your phone keeps buzzing in your pockets to the point that Khonshu was staring at your buzzing ass the entire time. You sigh, finally looking at it.

Unknown: hey :)

Unknown: you wanna come over? x

You tapped on the screen, not sending back a message. It was from a guy you’d just met during lecture the other day, a sneaky link per say. A guy who was emotionally unavailable but could get his dick hard at any given time in the night.

Hm, him again. Khonshu grovels, displeased. He paces around your apartment before sitting himself on the same windowsill he sat at almost every single night.

“He wants me to go over there,” You start, groaning, “But I’m way too tired.”

Unknown: or I could go to your place?

Unknown: lmk xx

You drop your phone on the countertop and begin looking for food in the fridge. Nothing, so you opt to just throw in some chips into the oven. “He’s determined, wow.”

“Determination should not impress you, little dove.” He scoffs, watching the moon through your tall window. He pushes the curtains back leaning his head towards the moonlight.

“Then what should?” You ask, setting the oven timer, “A death birth that wears ancient bandages as clothes?”

Khonshu chuckles shortly, “If that is what impresses you, I would not be against it. But I meant to say that one should show their devotion before you commit to the thought of giving it back.”

Your eyes watch him, lingering on him–he can feel it. He feels the tension in the air, thickening it. Your relationship had been full of teasing and meaningless inuendos, but it has been prominently more common and less like a joke. You had been home with him a lot more often and maybe that was why it felt so–

A ring interrupts his train of thought.

You groan, gosh, can’t he leave you alone for just a moment? He should’ve gotten the hint, you were basically ghosting him at this point.

“Hi.” You picked up anyways.

His voice leaks through the phone enough for Khonshu to hear, “Hey, you didn’t answer my texts, thought you might’ve been in the shower or gaming. You busy?”

“Oh, uh, yea I was just cooking.” If you could call putting chips in the oven cooking. “I’m just a bit busy, is all.”

You drift past your death bird, whose long floating bandages skim past your bare skin while you made your way to the couch. Turning on a random show on Netflix to hopefully entertain you until this call was over.

He rambles on about not having seen you in a couple of days, acting like it was so long ago. If you weren’t so drained from the day you might’ve considered going over to his place but then again you’d have to make Khonshu stay behind, leave you alone–and out of your mind for a couple of hours. Your legs are sore from all the work with Khonshu, but still the feeling between them remains thinking about the things you could be doing right now, you were on edge–in need of a release.

You had completely zoned out, eyes only watching him–resting his body on his favorite window again. It was as if nothing mattered, nothing at all–just here at this moment, in your apartment was really just you and him, just Khonshu.

The god, carefree and calm–the night breeze against his skin, clothes, and drapes. Your eyes pulsed, feeling as if time slowed down and you were somehow getting closer and closer to him.

“Yes? My dear avatar.”

His voice boomed in your skull–louder than usual. Was your skin always this hot or were you falling ill? The phone was still in your hand, raised to your ears and you heard nothing from the guy on the other side only due to the fact that you didn’t even pay attention to any of the conversation. It was like white noise to you.

Your lips part and you say, “Uhm, I can’t come over and–fuck, I’m gonna call you later.” You didn’t even bother to hear his response, not that you cared at all.

Khonshu cocks his head, finally looking over towards you. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Don’t call that paradise.”

He chuckles darkly, “You seem tense, are you alright? Little dove.”

“Yea, just a bit hot,” You gulp, not completely understanding this situation. You only understood that Khonshu was definitely the cause of this and it felt as if you had no control over your own body.

Definitely not alright when you speak to me like that. You thought.

“Khonshu,” Your voice soft, lingering with something much more. “Am I seeing things?”

“What do you see?” He asks, his large hands resting on his covered thighs.

“You, looking at me, even if you don’t have actual eyes–I just feel something.” You feel a shiver rush through your spine, a breath leaves your lips as his eyes gaze over you.

He places his scepter down, resting it against the wall near the television, he raises a hand for you–and you place your own against his–incredibly large and radiating palm. He pulls you towards him, you almost fall into his lap–legs resting on either side of his thighs that were practically spreading you wide.

Your breath hitches as tensions rise and the atmosphere changes into something darker. “You are not wrong, but such acts are looked down upon within the Ennead.”

“How do you know that?” Feeling his other hand, peppering down your back falling on the back of your waist, his hands burning your skin through your large sweater. “Have you had this with another–”

“No, before your mind wanders and overthinks. I have never felt such ways towards an avatar.”

Oh. He always knew the right things to say and when to say it.

“Khonshu–”

“You whisper my name like that again, I may be unable to stop myself–I do not want to anger the Ennead.”

You bite your lip, feeling the exciting rush of naughtiness, “Do it, break the rules for me Khonshu.”

“By the Gods, my dear avatar.” His beak rests on your shoulder, he breathes you in as his fingers twitch. “I want you.”

“I want you, Khonshu.”

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yeahwhatdidisay · 10 months

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The Body Series Book 1: Ch 13 'Wounds'

18+ please!! minors DNI (For other chapters) [Prev. Chapter] [First Chapter] [Ao3 link]

Summary: You were happy. Your body had continued to heal and these past few weeks were happy ones. Happy ones spent with Jake.

Unfortunately the return of whatever resides inside you prompts a visit from Khonshu. A visit that finally frees you from the secrets and lies you've had to keep but also frees you from something far more important.

Pairing: Steven Grant x F Reader, Marc Spector x F Reader, Jake Lockely

Warnings: Angst A/N: To all my readers...I am sorry.

You opened your eyes to nothingness.

Lifting yourself off of the ground you could feel a cold wind pushing against your face. A light but dense fog flowed around you and a dim beam of moonlight shined down from a darkened sky. Shining around you, almost like a spotlight from nothingness.

But nothing else.

There was no barren land. All you could see was the ground and fog a few feet around you but aside from that, nothingness.

You stood and walked for a few minutes before stopping in your tracks, giving the area a final look before the realization of what must be happening hit.

‘Oh gods…not again.’ You thought.

“They thought they could hide you away…”A voice whispered in the wind, stopping you immediately.

You turned and strained to find where the voice came from only to be met with the nothingness.

“Who are you?!” You screamed into the void, your voice echoing around you.

You frantically scanned the area again. Trying your best to keep your panicked breathing to a minimum.

Nothing.

“This is my body! You can’t claim it! I refuse to let you have it!”

“Who are you to refuse?” a stern voice echoed from behind you.

You turned only to have your breath completely taken from you. Your blood running cold in your veins.

There, standing a few yards away was you. Another you, dressed in the tunic, jewelry, and intricate crown you had been wearing when you found yourself in the field of reeds.

The other you stood silent. Not a movement was made by either of you. You with the shock sprawled on your face, an indifferent glare on theirs.

“Th-this is my body!” You repeated, your voice shaking as you spoke.

The other you did not reply. Instead she continued to watch you, her glare becoming more menacing.

“Wh-whoever or whatever you are, you have no right to be here!” You called out, your voice more stern than before.

The other you stood motionless for another moment when a sly smile began to overtake their face.

Your face.

They opened their mouth, releasing a deafening roar that pushed and surrounded you. Physically lifting you back a few feet, causing you to land hard onto the cold ground behind you.

“You insignificant wretch! A god does not ask for permission! You are the one who has no right to demand anything of me!”

The residual push from the growl resonated in your chest to the point where it started to hurt. Leaving you huddled on the ground, clutching your chest and trying to catch your breath.

You looked up at the figure who began to walk toward you. Your eyes filled with fear as you continued to struggle.

“Wh-what is it you want?” You managed to get out.

The figure stopped, a now smug smile greeting you.

“I want you to vacate this vessel! I can feel the amount of power you possess and I wish to have it for my own!”

“You…you can’t…”

“You are not worthy of such ability and so I wish you to dissolve!”

“I…I won’t…I won’t let you take my body!” You yelled as loud as you dared.

The sly smile returned to the other you before a low soft chuckle left their lips.

“I see, then a bargain perhaps? If you relent now your demise will be instant, far less painful than if you continue to defy my will. Mark my words, insignificant human. I will have your body and consciousness…it’s up to you how long and painful the inevitable is.”

You bent down, closing your eyes tightly and reaching deep within yourself for the strength to stand. You returned her glare, filled with resolve and contempt for this intruder.

“Whatever or whoever you are, this is my body! My mind! I will not hand it over without a fight…you are not welcomed here!”

The other you took a moment to laugh mockingly, finding your show of strength unimpressive.

“I am giving you a choice you fool! You would be wise to take it, and in case you have forgotten…you’ve only experienced what my followers can do.”

Just then a large serpent came in from the nothingness, slithering between your legs and making it’s way up and around the other you, slithering up their body. Resting on one of their shoulders as she began to pet at its head.

“The power of Apophis is nothing compared to what I can do to you.”

The threat resonated through you. The pain you’d been experiencing for the past few weeks was something you’d never felt before and the thought of experiencing worse sent a shiver that fell through your whole body.

But the other option was ceasing to exist. Nothingness.

Your thoughts raced with the possibilities of what this other you could do. Even now, you knew that this was all in your mind and yet your body ached from the roar she had sent your way.

What could be done to you that hadn’t been done already?

It was then that a realization crossed your mind.

“You’re weak…” you said, the indignation sounding in your voice.

The other you immediately stopped smiling.

“You dare to challenge me in such a way!?”

“Why haven't you already taken over my body? Why waste time with a choice? It’s because you can’t, not yet…am I right?”

The world around you almost shifted and you began to feel a movement coming from the ground.

A rhythmic tremor that felt almost like a heartbeat.

The shocked anger on the other you’s face erupted into a roar that they released toward the sky, overtaking the area around the two of you.

The wind picked up and circled where you stood, becoming a tornado that began to push against you.

You fell to the floor to keep from being knocked over again. The pain in your chest returned but as soon as your palm touched the ground the rhythmic sound got bigger and the pain began to disappear.

It was you…the movement beneath your feet…was you.

This was your body, your will sounding beneath you! You were the one in control!

You lifted your other hand away from your chest, placing it on the ground, sending a break in the earth that lurched forward to the other you, opening beneath her as soon as it met where she stood.

The other you fell into the cavernous hole that formed. Her roar echoed as she fell until you could no longer hear it.

The wind ceased and again, all was quiet.

You got up and walked over to the hole, leaning over the edge to see where the other you had fallen.

The hole was dark and deep. The bits of ground that you kicked into it fell without sounding.

All around was quiet and again you were alone with the nothingness.

Suddenly the serpent shot out from the dark, wrapping its body around you so quickly you had no time to react.

You were helpless as it surrounded you from your feet all the way to your head, closing, squeezing around you and then, again, nothingness.

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You shot up in bed, taking in a deep, long, audible inhale.

“Preciosa!?” You heard Jake call out.

You scanned the room around you while you struggled to take another deep breath.

“Está bien, estoy aquí. Calm down and concentrate on your breathing... estás a salvo.” Jake reassured, taking your hand in his.

“Jake…I…I wasn’t…what happened? What happened while I was sleeping? Did I attack you again? Did I hurt you!?”

“No, no. We were sound asleep and then you started to convulse. I tried to wake you up but you stopped breathing. Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head and I didn’t know what to do. I kept calling out to you, trying to wake you but you just…”

“Jake…” you whispered, “there’s something happening. Something I don’t…I need to talk to Thoth.”

“He will not come.” a voice interrupted from the opposite side of the room.

“Khonshu?! What do you mean he won’t come?” you asked.

The god stood silent for a moment before he spoke again, ignoring your question.

“Tell me, Little Bug, what happened before you regained yourself?”

“¿De qué estás hablando?! She was having some kind of stroke! We need to get her to a hospital!” Jake answered before you placed your hand on his arm.

“I don’t think it was a stroke…” you whispered, taking his hand for support. “I was in a dark place. There was another me, a me who wasn’t me and threatened to destroy me for ownership of my body. I was able to stop her but there was a serpent who wrapped itself…wrapped all around me. It happened so quickly I couldn’t protect myself and then…and then I woke up.”

Khonshu’s body tensed at your description and he let out a worried sigh.

“Come with me.” he said, reaching out his hand.

“She can’t go anywhere now! She almost…”

“It is not up to you, Avatar.” Khonshu said. “Come, Little Bug.”

“It’s alright, Jake…I’ll be okay.”

The two of you walked over to Khonshu but before you could take his hand he withdrew it.

“I’m sorry, Avatar. Just the scribe.”

Jake’s face grew cold and stern. He didn’t want to leave you, especially after what had just happened.

“I’ll be back soon.” You whispered, hoping to reassure him.

Begrudgingly he let go of you and in an instant you and Khonshu were gone, leaving him alone in the quiet room.

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The two of you rematerialized in another familiar room. A room you hadn’t seen for over two weeks.

“Wait, what are we doing in Layla’s apartment?” You asked, panic in your voice.

“Make peace with your friend. You will need her support.” Khonshu said, disappearing in a breath just as you heard the key turn and the front door unlocked.

Your heart began to race as she entered the room, freezing in place when she laid her eyes on you.

“Y/N?” she whispered.

You didn’t know what to do. You had no time to think of what to say when she dropped all of her things and ran to you. Taking you into a tight embrace.

You froze in her hold. You expected her to kick you out immediately! You expected her to yell and scream, accuse you of the worst. You expected her to do anything but what she was doing now.

Your breath faltered, and your eyes stung with the onset of tears. You closed your own arms around her and there you two stood.

“Layla, I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean to leave, I…”

“Y/N…Y/N! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Layla loudly exclaimed, her concern and worry finally bubbling up as she held you at arms length. “You disappear after a fight and I hear nothing from you for two whole weeks and when I reach out to Marc and Steven I get nothing but bullshit single word answers and deflecting texts!”

‘Damnit, Jake!’ You thought.

“You left me so worried! I searched for you for weeks, day and night!”

“I know! I know…you have every right to be mad…”

“Was it what I said?! I didn’t mean to drive you away, I just wanted to know the truth! I wanted things to make sense and I wanted to make sure you weren’t…”

Layla stopped herself. She caught up with her thoughts and took a deep breath to calm herself. She didn’t want to make you run again.

“It’s alright, Layla, it wasn’t you. You weren’t the reason I left…something happened, something I can’t say and I just…”

A sudden large mass instantly materialized beside the two of you. Landing in the room with a large thud that shook the whole apartment around you.

You and Layla both jumped, letting out simultaneous yelps at the sudden appearance of an eight foot tall hippo appearing beside you.

“Ouch! I always forget about that little table! Oh…sorry. I always forget how small your apartment is, Layla. How are you ladies doing?”

Layla let out a relieved laugh when a sudden realization hit her in the back of her mind. Her eyes grew wide as she realized that you weren’t concerned with what had made the noise…instead you had done just as she had. She realized you could see Taweret.

Layla’s eyes darted back and forth from the goddess that she served and back to you.

You froze. You didn’t dare breath.

“You can see her?” Layla whispered. “You can see and hear her…you can see and hear her!”

“I-I…”

“Y/N…are you an avatar?”

“I…n-no I…”

“It’s all right, Little Bug…you can tell her.” Khonshu interrupted, appearing just behind Taweret.

“My…we’re going to run out of room if anyone else shows up.” Taweret joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Y/N…?” Layla again whispered.

You closed your eyes and let out a long sigh before turning toward the goddess of women and fertility. Someone you considered a good friend even though your visits had been few and far between.

“Hello, Taweret…” you said softly.

“EEEE!!!” She squealed, leaning down to pick up the two of you. “I can’t believe it’s actually you! It’s been so long since the last time we were able to see each other! So this is what you look like, I’m so used to the suit hiding your identity! Layla’s told me so much about you…I still can’t believe you’re both her friend and the scribe!”

“Wait! Scribe? What the…p-put us down!”

Layla wriggled in Tawaret’s hold. Trying to catch up to all the information being presented to her.

“Oh, Layla, calm down. This is great news! Now we can all do things together and not just when Thoth asks you to fill in! We’ll have such a grand time!”

“Thoth!? You’re Thoth’s avatar!?” Layla interjected. “Wait…if you’re another god’s avatar how can you see Taweret? I can’t see the other gods! You shouldn’t be able to see the other gods!”

“Oh no…I’ve spilled the beans.” Taweret said, covering her mouth.

You let out a breathy laugh before closing your eyes and willing your suit into existence.

“Y/N!?”

“I think you need to sit down…I’ll explain all I can.” You tried to rassure.

“Tell her everything.” Khonshu interrupted.

“What?!” You and Taweret both asked, snapping your heads in his direction.

“Is there someone else here?! I can’t do this…this is too much! I just got out of work!” Layla rambled on, plopping down onto her couch.

You stared at Khonshu who continued to watch from where he stood. Was this really happening? Were you actually given the okay to finally share everything you’d been keeping secret?

“It’s Thoth’s decree…tell her everything.” Khonshu instructed.

“Everything? Even about…your avatar?”

“Everything…” he replied.

Your heart was racing. You should feel relief knowing that you didn’t have to keep everything a secret anymore. At least to someone you knew you could trust.

‘Finally! This is what you’ve always wanted!’ You tried telling yourself, but something in the pit of your stomach wouldn’t let you relax. There was something more to this that you just couldn’t figure out yet.

Something that made your heart begin to race.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Layla asked, looking as if she was going to pass out at any moment.

You took in another deep breath and allowed the bandages that covered your face to disappear. You let your actual features take hold and went to sit beside Layla, finally letting yourself tell her everything you’d been keeping a secret.

How you’d been there for all the major events long before her and Marc took on their duties as Avatars. How you could see all Gods and how you cloaked yourself to keep your identity secret.

You explained where you had disappeared to that last night you were in her apartment and why it had taken you so long to return. You told her about your title as Thoth’s scribe and all the responsibility that came with it.

What was most important, you were finally able to admit why you had pulled back and why it may have looked like you were sneaking around. You admitted everything, especially your relationship with the third identity.

You admitted you weren’t cheating…but you were.

“Oh my…you poor thing. I didn’t realize you’ve had to keep so much to yourself.” Taweret said after you’d finished, reaching over to lift you up into another hug.

You could always count on Taweret to be supportive and wished you could have confided in her more than you were able to.

You looked over at Layla who sat quietly. One of her hands covering her mouth as her leg bobbed up and down quickly. The shock and confusion on her face making you worry.

“Layla? Layla, please say something.” you asked.

“Layla?” Taweret whispered, putting you down.

“I…I don’t know what to say…I honestly would have never guessed you were an Avatar. Marc! Have you told Marc…or Steven? Do they know?”

You shook your head.

“Why haven't you told them? This would clear up so many things they’ve been worrying about! You have to tell them everything! Tell them about this…Jake! They deserve to know!”

“No! Layla, that’s one thing you can never do!”

“Jake is a part of them! How can you even entertain the idea of keeping him hidden from them?”

“I would tell Marc if I could but he can’t know he’s still bound to Khonshu.”

“Wait! Marc is still bound to Khonshu!?”

“That’s why you can’t tell Marc.” Taweret whispered, finally understanding. “The binding…it’s because of the binding.”

You nodded before returning your focus to your confused friend.

“Layla, it’s of the utmost importance that you do not tell Marc about his third identity. It could undo all of time if he knew he was still bound to Khonshu.” You pleaded.

All of this was almost too much for her but as Layla fought with her own morals she looked over at you. Your worried face was enough to calm her. Enough to put her nerves at ease. Enough to let her know it was the right thing to do to keep Jake a secret.

“Okay…okay, I won’t say anything, but…you. You had to keep all of this a secret this whole time? And with me hounding you over the past couple of months to tell me the truth!?”

You let out a breathy laugh and nodded while the tears began to well up in your eyes again.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry I made you feel so guilty about everything. No wonder you pulled back.”

Layla brought you in for another hug.

She finally understood. Everything made sense and you knew that things would be so much easier because of it.

“Little Bug?”

“Yes, Khonshu?” You said, lifting your head from Layla’s shoulder.

“Khonshu? He’s here?

“Taweret, Little Bug…you are being summoned.”

“Me?” Taweret exclaimed, not sure why Thoth would want to speak to her at this time as well.

“What? What is it?” Layla asked.

“We…we have to go.” You said, the pit in your stomach growing.

“Wait! You drop all of this on me and then you leave? How can that be…”

“Don’t worry, Layla. I’m sure this will all make sense in a moment and we’ll be sure to inform you when we return.” Taweret tried to reassure.

“Ladies…” Khonshu said, extending his hand out to you.

“We’ll be back soon.” You repeated, taking Khonshu’s hand and rematerializing in a place that you had never been. A place that simply took your breath away.

You were surrounded by blackness, but not in the same feeling of nothingness you had found yourself this morning. You were in blackness but you were also surrounded by millions of constellations and stars that shined all around you as they moved. You were in awe of the beauty of what can only be described as being in the very cosmos themselves.

“Where are we?” you whispered.

“Oh, no…this can’t be good.” Taweret exclaimed, just as the stars began to turn and move around the three of you in an unnatural way.

“What? Where are we?”

“We’re in a room of holding…we only come here if we’re not meant to be on earth. It’s like a hiding place.” She explained.

The stars twisted and turned as they converged together to shine their silver and blue tones. Coming together to take on the form of Thoth.

He was standing before you but he was glowing in a silver and blue hue. As if he wasn’t there at all but you were looking at a hologram.

You stared at your ruling god but instead of the usual want and need to be respectful you felt a deep rage begin to grow within you.

“Taweret, thank you for coming…Scribe…” he said, his voice echoing in the space around you.

“Where have you been?!” You yelled up at him. No longer feeling the need to hold in your feelings. “I was nearly killed in that shrine! My body was broken to the point where I couldn’t move, unable to use my abilities and you were nowhere! Where were you!?”

Thoth said nothing.

“Y/N…” Taweret whispered.

“No! Haven’t I been loyal? In all the years of service I’ve only had one minor indiscretion and you…you refuse to even see if I’m okay?”

“Coming to you carried too much risk.” He said, his voice remaining calm and monotone. “Even now I cannot be in the same space as you…”

“I am so tired of all of this! What could possibly be happening that you have to be kept away?!”

“You do not understand, Scribe. I felt it as soon as you were touched. I heard it in your screams and I had to make the choice.”

“You’re not making sense!” you yelled out, “What choice?!”

“The choice to let you succumb to the curse in the shrine.”

Again your breath halted.

“You…you were going to let me die?”

Thoth nodded.

His cold, unfeeling response felt like a knife had been plunged into your chest. In all the time you served him he had always been kind. Always made you feel like you weren’t just an avatar to him. Like you were important…like he cared about you.

“Th-then why? Why was I saved? Why did you bring me out of the shrine?�� you whispered, your disbelief sounding with each word.

“I did no saving…it was Khonshu who disobeyed me. A choice that was made and a punishment that will last him till the end of time.”

You turned to the other god, who looked down at the floor.

“Khonshu?”

“Enough! Time grows urgent! It is because of Khonshu’s choice to disobey me that dire measures need to be passed. Measures to keep all of time and existence safe from a possible second coming.”

Thoth’s voice boomed as he continued to speak.

“What are you…”

“You carry her within you, my Scribe. The curse that flowed through you that night carried more than just the wrath of Apophis…I felt it as soon as it connected with your body. You became a vessel, a carrier capable of bringing her back to the realm of the living. Back from the banishment bestowed onto her.”

“Who!? Who are you talking about?”

“Ammit.”

Your blood ran cold. Taweret gasped behind you while Khonshu stood silent. No doubt already knowing the truth.

“A-Ammit?”

“You carry a piece of her within you. The only piece that exists in this realm. She is the one who has been taking hold of your body. She is the reason for your blackouts and your outbursts. I denied your healing ability in hopes of stopping her strength but soon, I feel, soon she could be strong enough to take hold of your body fully.”

“You…I can’t…”

You struggled to find your words but nothing came out clearly.

“What does this mean, Thoth? Can’t she be helped? Can’t Ammit be banished back to the forgotten realm?”

“No…we are lucky she is still weak but she has to know…”

“Know what?” you interrupted. Your voice is soft and quiet.

Thoth stood silent. He knew that what he was about to say would carry more than he could possibly understand.

“She knows the only way to fully bring her back is to reconnect her link to Khonshu. If she is able to do this she will be able to tap into all of your abilities as my scribe. I will be helpless to stop her.”

“But the only way for that to happen would be…”

“Would be for your Marc to become aware of the third identity…so it is because of this you will no longer be permitted to see your Marc and Steven. You will never be able to see them again.”

Your breath stuck in your throat as Tawaret gasped beside you. Your heart sank into your stomach and you could feel your knees buckle beneath you. Had Taweret not placed her hands on your shoulders you would have fallen to the floor.

“No! You can’t ask that of her…not after everything she’s been through!” Taweret insisted.

“It is too dangerous for her to be permitted to see them. Ammit could take control and tell Marc of the remaining identity and reconnect the bond! It is too…”

“No…” you whispered, interrupting Thoth and finally finding your voice again, “No…no…NO! I refuse! I’ll never agree to that! I - I renounce my duties as your scribe! I’ll give up all of my abilities and power! Take anything from me! Take my voice, take my ability to move, take anything you want from me! My tongue, my legs, my hands…take all of my senses I can’t…”

“It is already decided, my Scribe. Taweret, go and deliver the decision to your avatar. Tell Layla that she can never speak of the third identity and it is up to her how to deliver the message to the other two.”

“Layla has to tell them!?” You interjected.

“Thoth, this is cruel. None of our Avatar’s deserve this.” Taweret tried pleading, but was only met with a raised hand to silence her.

“Go…I will not repeat myself again.”

“No! No! Don’t go! You can’t do this to us!” you pleaded, holding onto Taweret’s arm.

“I’m sorry…” she whispered, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

“Khonshu? Khonshu, please! You can’t let this happen! There has to be a way…please help me, I’ll do anything!” You cried, turning to the other god.

“I have lost the ability to deny Thoth, Little Bug…even if I wanted to, I cannot change what has been decided.”

With that he also disappeared, leaving you alone with your ruling god.

“I understand your resistance, my scribe, but I am also nothing if not a fair god.”

“You call yourself fair?” you screamed at him, the rage being too much for you to bear. “You left me to die, you just ripped away the two people I care about the most and you call yourself fair!?”

“ENOUGH!” Thoth bellowed, causing you to falter, “My patience wears thin and I am in no mood to show you leniency!”

Thoth closed his eyes and let his own anger settle before continuing.

“I understand your grief, Scribe, so, because of this I offer you the remainder of this day and night with the third identity before you will no longer be allowed to speak to him as well.”

“No…” you whispered. Your breath shook as it left your body.

“You have until dawn the following day. Now go…use your fleeting time wisely.”

With that Thoth waved his hand and you were again standing in your home.

“Preciosa?” you heard Jake whisper from behind you.

“Jake?” You called, wanting to run to him but finding it impossible to move.

Instead, Jake ran to you just in time to catch you before your legs finally gave way and you fell to the ground. Your loud sobs sounded in the flat through your hands that now covered your face as Jake held you in his arms.

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That final day was both a blessing and a nightmare. The hours lingered on, no doubt one final kindness allotted to you from Thoth. Allowing the hours to linger rather than pass quickly.

Once you’d stopped crying you spent the rest of the day with each other. Trying anything you could think of to get your mind off of the impending deadline.

You had gone out for a walk. You went to your favorite ice cream place. You cooked a meal together.

The day was perfect although the two of you said very little.

The night had brought with it so much and while you wanted to just lay and cry Jake helped to lighten the mood by taking you in his arms and dancing with you.

Slow dances, quick ones, he even tried to teach you how to dance a salsa and merengue, although most of the time was spent laughing at how much you tripped over your own feet.

Now the two of you lay beside each other. Staring deep into each other’s eyes and again, not saying a word.

Jake let his thumb lightly trail over your cheek as he held onto your other hand.

Your eyes still stung from the tears you had been crying throughout the day.

Laying here beside him was both agony and the only thing you wanted. Being too scared to ask for more.

“What time is it?” you asked. Your quiet voice laced with the pain you were feeling.

“It’ll be dawn soon…” Jake responded. His own soft gravelly voice sounded with the pain he was feeling as well.

“I can’t do this…I’ve lost the loves of my life and now…now I’m expected to lose you, too? I can’t…I won’t…”

“You’ll never lose me…I’m forever yours, mi Preciosa. Con toda mi vida y corazón.”

You smiled up at him, your breath hitching in your throat ready to turn into another sob but you were able to swallow it down again.

Jake stared down at you. He had never felt this helpless and the guilt within him was extra heavy in this moment.

He struggled with his own demons and all he wanted to do was be honest with you. Even in these final moments.

“Preciosa…I need to tell you something. I don’t want to hurt you any more than you are, but you need to know.”

“What is it…?” You whispered.

“That night…the night Marc woke up while you were…while you were with Steven. It’s my fault that happened.”

“Jake…?”

“I was being summoned and I woke up with you…I woke up with you. Just as he had felt, I was in an experience I never let myself dream could be a possibility. I was with you…I was finally with you and I let it go longer than it should have and in my haste to leave I allowed Marc to front instead of Steven.”

The golden rays of the rising sun began to shine over the distant horizon, shining hues of yellow and orange onto your ceiling.

You looked into Jake's eyes. What he was saying should have angered you. It should have made you want to push him away. Yell, hit, hurt him like you had hurt…like Marc had hurt.

Jake watched as you closed your eyes. The tears streaming down your face but nothing more.

He knew he had hurt you. He had done so much to you over the past years and he was ready for whatever you were going to do. Whatever you were going to say.

He needed to be strong… for you.

“Jake…” you whispered, finally opening your eyes to look at him.

“Si, mi preciosa?”

“Jake…kiss me.”

He wasn’t ready for that, hesitating in the moment.

“Kiss me…please.” you repeated.

Jake came in, gently pressing his lips to yours. Where his kisses were normally rough, eager, he now kissed you with a gentleness that only comes with the knowledge that it will be your last.

He wrapped his arm around your waste and brought you flush against his body. His warmth being something that broke your heart as you felt it.

As the two of you kissed, tears streaming out of your closed eyes.

“Jake…” you whispered in between your gasps and moans, “Jake I love you.”

“Preciosa…” Jake responded when suddenly, in an instant, you were gone just as the sun began to fully rise in the distance.

Jake lay alone in your bed.

All was quiet.

He turned to lay on his back, staring up at the wooden beams above him.

There he found the little winking and blushing hearts you’d painted for Marc and Steven and finally noticed the third heart you’d added onto a small piece of canvas so it can be taken down.

A little angry heart with a flat cap on.

Jake sat up, the anger bubbling inside of him as he stood up and overturned the kitchen table onto the floor.

He grabbed his coat and walked out. He didn’t know where he was going, his blind anger getting the better of him.

God help anyone who crossed his path.

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You opened your eyes to the dark blackness of the stars.

The cosmos moved around you as you floated in its void when Thoth’s image came into your peripheral view.

“I truly am sorry, my scribe.”

“Please, Thoth…just…leave me alone.” You requested.

With that Thoth disappeared and you curled into yourself. Quietly crying, your tears falling from your cheeks and floating away from your face into the vast nothingness of space.

You had finally gotten your wish. You were able to tell someone the truth. The truth about who you were and what you had been hiding. You were finally allowed to share everything and yet…yet you were left feeling only emptiness.

A weight had finally been lifted only for your whole world to come crashing down.

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daniveigt · 2 years

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Every part of you.

Summary: The reader is a painter and after asking the boys a lot they let her do a painting of them.

Pairing: Steven Grant, Marc Spector and Jake Lockley.

Warnings: fluff, some crying, but nothing really sad. It's just love, and more love.

a/n-sooo... I had this idea before going to sleep, scrolling through twitter. I saw this very cute drawing of the three together, but when I went to save the page it updated. I hope it's okay, it's been a while since I wrote. Remembering that English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. hope you like it! Written on my cell phone.

gif credits to the owner!!!

Steven was the first to accept. He didn't even think twice when I brought the idea to him. Every time he had the opportunity to see me painting he was by my side. Always with his eyes attentive to every movement of the brush, to the shades of color and with a compliment on the tip of her tongue and a chamomile tea in his hand.

Marc and Jake... I already knew I would have a job convincing them.

2 days after asking Steven I asked Marc. When Marc was around and I painted he was always in front of me with a cup of coffee in his hand trying to read some book about Egypt that Steven asked him to read and the computer open. Marc could never finish the books, or understand anything about them, but he made that effort for Steven. I stopped my work, painting a landscape from some image I'd seen in one of Steven's books.

"You're looking..." Marc said already with a slight smile on his face. "Can I ask you something?" He looked up from the book and I saw a little apprehension on his face that he tried to mask with confusion. "It's no big deal, I promise." I took a deep breath and with anxiety already coursing through my veins I continued: "I was wondering if I could paint you." Marc's face lights up and suddenly closes: "Baby, are you sure, me? Do you, um, want to...paint me?" His voice dripping with confusion and insecurity: "But of course honey, you're the most beautiful person that my eyes have ever seen, you're my muse. It would be weird if I didn't want to paint you." He took a deep breath, closed the book, took a sip of coffee, closed his eyes, opened them and looked at me so softly that I ended up dropping the brush on the floor and said, "Of course love, whenever you want. Anything for you ."

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Jake is always sitting at the window behind where I usually paint, with a notebook in his hands writing and scribbling thoughts. Once I saw a poem for me in this notebook. I cried for 30 minutes rereading all the sweet words. If I told someone that my super scary handsome boyfriend writes poems and poetry, they wouldn't believe it.

Not that I would tell anyone about it. Never.

As I finished the same painting of some pyramid I repeated the same question that I asked Marc without a second thought. "Jake, can I paint you?" The sound of the pen on paper stopped immediately and I heard the rustle of clothes in my direction. He hugged me from behind and placed his face on my neck sucking in air and a sense of peace embraced me. "Yes. But only if you come to bed with me, Hermosa." And so without a second thought, I closed my paints, put the brush in the water, wiped my hands and went to bed with him.

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One week later, on a Thursday night after dinner I started my work. Steven was the first one that I started. He was nervous. I took my paints and canvas into the living room and instructed him to sit in the middle of the couch, sit and relax. I made him some tea and grabbed his favorite book and glasses. He silently thanked, took a sip of his tea and began to read. "Can you read it aloud dear?" I asked as I mixed the paints until I got the right skin tone. He nodded and started. And the sound of his voice lulled me and I started to paint.

4 hours later I was done. Steve asked to see it and I declined. I wasn't finished yet. I kept the painting while he waited in the living room and we went to bed.

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On Friday it was Jake's turn. Today was his day to go out and work with the limo. I gave him the same guidance that I gave to Steven. I made him sit on the sofa, on the right side, handed him his notebook and a pen and a glass of water and got to work. 4 hours later I finished. I have to ran from him so he wouldn't see the painting and went to bed with him.

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Saturday. It was Marc's turn. I started this morning after breakfast. I made him sit on the sofa to the left, handed him the computer, a cup of coffee, glasses and a book and went to my seat. Marc smiled at me, put his glasses on his face and started fiddling with the computer. 3 hours later I had finished it. I warned him and as much as he begged to see it I managed to say no and went to finish the last details and put it to dry. Then I put everything away and sat next to him on the couch.

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On Sunday the paint was already dry. I took it, put it on the table and put a white cloth over it and went to make breakfast.

Marc's Pov-

Marc woke up looking for her, not understanding where she would be so early on a Sunday morning. He got up, went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and looked at Steven and Jake in his reflection. "Where is she?" Steven asked still trying to understand what was going on. "She must have lost sleep Steven." Jake started to reassure him. Marc finished brushing his teeth, smiled at them and headed for the kitchen, finding you finishing up the food.

"Good morning love" His hoarse voice making her jump and put her hand on her heart in fright. "Marc what are you doing awake? It was supposed to be breakfast in bed." I smiled seeing her face turn towards me with a slight frown. I immediately came forward and hugged her, "I missed you." "Go sit down dear, I have a surprise for you on the table, but please don't open it yet." With a kiss on her cheek I pulled away and headed towards the table, only now noticing the large rectangle covered by a cloth on top of the table.

"What is it?" Steven asked, looking up from the reflection in Gus's aquarium glass. "We'll have to wait and see buddy." I replied and she came towards me with a plate and a cup of coffee in her hand. Putting it on the table I pulled her into my lap and kissed her. "Hey." "Hey. You didn't peek did you?" she asked with a smile on her face. "No, I swear." I said taking a piece of bread off the plate smiling brightly at her. "Great, I want to see your reaction and the boys' too." She got up and walked towards the object on the table. "What do you mean the boys too?" I asked. Jake and Steven wondered the same thing in their reflection. "You'll see." She said handing me the object still with the cloth in it. "Please, if you don't like it let me know. Do you promise?" Her face was lined with nervousness and her hands were shaking slightly as I took the object from her hand. "Love, anything that comes from you I will like. And the boys think the same." Her face lit up momentarily and she motioned with her hands for me to continue and remove the wrapping paper.

The shock I got when I took the wrapping off came right away. My breath hitched and I heard Jake and Steven's hitch too. My hands started to shake and my eyes started to blur. By this time Steven was already crying and Jake was strangely silent. But I didn't turn to look at them. It was a painting. The painting she said she wanted to do of me and the boys. I did not expect it. When she asked each of us if she could paint us I thought she was going to do something simple, just one.

In the picture in front of me I could see our living room, with Steven's books in the background, the windows overlooking London. The table in the back filled with more books and papers with notes. And on the couch the 3 of us. Me, Steven and Jake. Steven was in the middle, reading a book, glasses on the end of his nose and his hair a mess. Jake was on the right, writing in his notebook with his hand in his hair and his legs on the coffee table. Squinted eyes trying to understand what he wrote. And I, on the left side with the computer leaning on my legs with a slight smile in my hand. I was shaking so hard, trying not to cry.

"Let me take over Marc." Jake said and I allowed it. "Hermosa, I-I, we don't even know what to say." I lifted my eyes to meet hers and was greeted with tears in her eyes and a small smile. "I-I, just wanted to show you guys with my eyes, I hope I did a good job." A small tear rolled down my cheek and Steven took the body and all the other tears came down. "Honey, it's, it's… amazing. I, I, love you. We love you. I, just come here, please." She sat on my lap and hugged me tight. Then Marc took over the body. "Thanks."

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thesecretwriter · 4 months

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steven grant eating you out (minors/ageless blogs dni).

he has you laying on the bed, bare for him. you have no idea how many times his made you cum at this point, but you and him are a babbling rambling mess.

“such a pretty fuckin’ pussy, so good for me, so wet,” he rambles on as he rubs your clit and watched you squirm. his been thinking about doing this to you all day. he came home wanting you and didn’t hesitate to manhandle you.

he ate your pussy out as though it was his last meal. the man was starving. his lips latch onto your clit and his index and middle finger buried deep inside you. the both of you have fucked and made love on countless occasions but it still surprises him how you tighten around his fingers every time. all that could be heard was the wetness from your arousal accompanied by the moans of you and steven.

“you gonna be f’me, baby? please cum. please,” he begs and goes back to lapping at your clit. his cock is painfully hard, and he moans as he brushes against the bed below him. his moans create a new feeling of pleasure for you along with the motioning of his fingers inside you.

“that’s it, baby,”

your thighs automatically clench together, but he makes sure to spread them out as you reach your orgasm. he doesn’t stop teasing your clit with his tongue nor does he stop fingering you. you’re panting for air as you stare at the ceiling above you, struggling to catch your breath. the next thing you see is steven’s goofy grin as he takes in the sight of you.

“you did so good f’me,”

a/n: someone confiscate my devices.

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moonluvin · 10 months

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eyes don’t lie - steven grant.

pairing: dark!steven grant x female reader

summary: in which steven grant - a local librarian, develops a fixiation on y/n - a frequent library user. steven inserts himself into y/n’s life in an attempt to grow close to her. however, just as things are looking up for steven, the green eyed monster chooses to visit.

warnings: angst – protective steven grant, and jealous!reader slightly jealous!steven grant, fluff – steven being the sweetheart that he always is, librarian!steve grant, smut (minors dni) soft yandere!steven grant?, possessive, penetrative seggs (wrap it before you tap it), fondling of the boobies, good old make out sessions, breeding kink?, oral – female and male receiving, fingering, age gap (reader is early 20′s & steven is early 30′s), ooc!steven grant, steven grant centric.

a/n: this needs to be edited.

word count: 6.2k.

minors/ageless blogs dni.

masterlist

His gaze was a blend of curiosity and desire, it lingered on your features with unwavering devotion. Eyes secured, he sees beyond the surface, perceiving your soul's every hue. His lips, curved in a soft smile, speaking volumes of adoration.

Many would label his gaze one of a man in love – which for Steven was true.

He first noticed you when he was working the graveyard shift at the library. You came in with textbooks in your hand and your laptop bag over your shoulder. Finding a place at the far end of the library, you took out your laptop and opened your textbook.

Steven stood at the bookcase he was setting books on and admired your beauty from afar. That night, his eyes flickered with a fixation on you.

The last thing he expected that night was for you to approach him in need of something, and as you did, he listened to you with a soft smile on his lips. However, that smile concealed his dark growing desires. Beneath his nervousness was a whirlwind of possessiveness, waiting to consume you.

Rationality settled in quickly and he found himself stuttering out a reply to you and helping you in locating the book you needed. From the corner of his eye, he could see you following him between bookcases that towered over the both of you. He could have you in that moment if he wanted.

“H-here we go,” he stammered taking the book of the shelve and holding it out for you to take.

“Thank you so much,”

As you took the book from his hold, your fingers briefly brushed against his – sending a jolt of electricity to Steven. He concealed the reaction with a smile to you.

You soon turned around and returned to your seat. Using the rest of your time in the library to complete whatever work you had.

Steven knew little information about you, but craved to know more about you.

That was when the real infatuation had begun.

You were now a regular at the library, choosing to complete college work there or spend your spare time to read. You deemed it to be better than your college library where people chose to hook up and mess around.

Steven Grant, the librarian you made friends with, had become close to you. He was a few years older than you, but his presence in the library had made the place livelier to you.

“Hello Steven,” you whispered to him as you walked to the counter he worked at. You had two hot drinks with you, one for him and the other for you.

Steven’s heart fluttered at your voice, as he turned to you, his eyes took in your attire. It was cold outside, and you were dressed in a short sleeve black top and grey sweatpants.

“Hello darlin’. Aren’t you cold?” he noticed the goosebumps that littered your skin and gazed at them with furrowed brows.

He tended to notice everything about you.

“A little, I didn’t get to check the weather before leaving,” you shrug your shoulders and hand Steven his hot drink.

Oh no.

He couldn’t have you catching a cold.

“Thank you,” he said grateful and set the drink down on the counter. He grabbed his jacket which he brought with him and walked around the counter to drape it around your shoulders. You were about to protest, but Steven beat you to it.

“No, I’ll be havin’ none of tha’. You can use this and keep warm. Temperatures are going to drop the rest of the evenin’,” he stood behind you with his hands still on your shoulders.

The smell of your vanilla body wash and lotion invaded Steven’s senses. It was intoxicating how sweet you smelled. He breathed you in one last time before coming in your line of sight.

A smile of appreciation had adorned your face.

“What would I do without you?” you joked and met his gaze.

He nervously chuckled, trying to ignore his fluttering heart and looked to the contents occupying your other hand.

“Got important work to do? You’re usually not here this early,” he wondered out loud with furrowed brows.

As much as he knew you were intelligent and hardworking, he didn’t like how stressed you were sometimes.

“Not work, but tutoring. I’ve got to tutor this guy in my class. My professor wants a 100% pass rate and expects me to try and help,” you complain to him. He could see your disdain for it as you rolled your eyes.

“I see. Will you be stayin’ later? I don’t have the night shift and wouldn’t wan’ you to walk home alone,” he said trying to divert his attention from the fact you would be tutoring a guy.

One of the things Steven did to spend as much time with you as possible was to always work the night shift so he would have the chance of walking you home… and to also use it as time to silently admire you – but you didn’t need to know about the latter.

“I’ll head home around 6. My roommate is gone for the weekend, and I don’t want to leave the apartment unattended for too long,” you explain before taking a sip of your drink.

“Alrighty, I get off at tha’ time. I can meet you here when you’re done? Give you a walk home?” he asked with hopeful eyes.

“I’ll see you then,” you say with a kind smile and make your way to your designated place.

Making his way back behind the counter, he takes a sip from the drink you got him while he watches you.

It tasted exactly the way he liked it.

He wanted to hurt him…

Steven was never someone who was familiar with the green-eyed monster, but right now his eyes glimmered with a trace of green. His jaw clenched, and brows gathered – showing the storm of jealousy growing within.

The guy you were tutoring was a touchy fellow. His hands shouldn’t be around your shoulders, and he shouldn’t be leaning in that close to you, it’s a library and there wasn’t noise preventing him from hearing you speak.

He watched you tutor that arrogant lad and knew from your body language that you wanted to be anywhere else but there. The awkward eye contact you made with him a few times indicated that.

He looked to the clock and saw that there were barely 10 minutes left till 6pm.

You had started to pack your things and glanced over to Steven, who waved at you with a small smile. You walked over to him with the guy trailing behind. Steven walked towards you with his own laptop bag on his shoulder, he smiled at the fact you were now properly wearing his jacket.

Something about you wearing his clothes stirred his fixation on you further.

“Ready to go?” you asked in a whisper and stood closer to Steven and gazed up at him.

The way you whispered to Steven was different from previous times; he knew something was wrong.

“Yeah, darlin’. Ready when you are,” he looked to your lips and then your eyes, checking to see if he could tell what was troubling you.

The sound of someone clearing their throat caught your attention before you could answer him.

You both look to the guy.

“Can I help you?” Steven’s voice filled the silence, his hand making its way to your waist and pulling you closer to him. Instinctively, you lean into him.

“Just wanted to say bye before leaving,” he said with a smug grin.

You raised a brow at his words and watched him with an annoyed look.

“Bye,” you said in a monotone.

He walked away with a wave while Steven watched him like a hawk till he was out of view.

“Is everythin’ okay?” he asked you, placing his hand on your chin to tip your head up so you could meet his eyes.

“I-I think so,” you say with a stutter.

Steven knew you weren’t okay.

“Come on, let’s stop at tha’ café before I walk you home, yeah?” he asked to try and bring your spirits back up.

You hum in response and rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you walk out of the library. It was unusual for you to be a touchy person, but with Steven it felt natural.

If you were comfortable with him then that means you trust him, right? That’s how he saw it.

It was indeed cold, like Steven had said, but you were lucky enough to be warmed up by Steven’s jacket. The café wasn’t far from the library, so you were looking forward to the warm embrace the café would have.

“Thank you, for what you did back there,” you thank him as you entered the café.

Soft, amber lighting greets you within the café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee encloses the air, inviting you into a haven of warmth and relaxation.

When you both approach the counter and ordered whatever beverages and treats you wanted, Steven insists on paying for it, but you make a deal of buying him something next time.

“You wanna find a table to have these at?” he asked, glancing around the busy café.

“Is it okay if we have these at my place? I hope you don’t mind,” you say to him with a tight-lipped smile.

“Oh darlin’, you didn’t even have to ask. Of course, we can,” he assures you.

You didn’t want to be a bother, and Steven didn’t see it as that at all. When he saw you avoiding his eyes, he reached up and tucked your hair out of your face and made him look at him.

“I mean it, whatever makes you comfortable,” he insisted.

Your face was so close to his that if you moved up slightly more, your nose would brush against his. He was so tempted to kiss you in that moment, but he knew that even though you plagued every thought in his mind, day and night – he needed to take things slow with you. He had already made so much of progress in getting close to you.

“You promise?” you hold out your pinky for him.

“I promise,” he answered and locks your pinky with his.

Soon you found yourself closing the door to your apartment and turning toward Steven, who stood in awe, taking in your living space.

“Sorry for the mess,” you state feeling embarrassed and walk to the kitchen to leave the beverages and treats on the counter.

“It’s perfectly fine, darlin’. You should see my place,” he said with an awkward chuckle.

When you briefly turned away from him, Steven found himself cringing at his words. There could only be one explanation for this, you made him nervous. Steven would become a blushed, stammering mess when it came to speaking to you sometimes.

“You can make yourself comfortable in here, I’ll just have a quick shower and join you so we can finally get to eating?” you asked glancing at the clock.

It was only 6:30pm and you would make it quick in the bathroom.

Steven nodded at your words with a smile. He couldn’t bring himself to answer you verbally, because all he could think about was the fact you would be naked, in the next room.

Many nights went by where Steven would have to use his imagination and fuck his hand to the thought of you. He felt himself growing aroused and knew he had to divert his thoughts elsewhere.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” you say and walk to your room to retrieve your clothes and a towel before making your way to the bathroom which was down the hallway.

Steven found himself sitting on the two-seater couch in your living room, your apartment was simple. An open plan kitchen and living room with big windows facing a quiet street, along the kitchen was a hallway with 3 doors. First was your room, then the bathroom and down the hall was your roommate’s room.

The sound of the shower could be heard in the apartment. Steven looked out the windows in an attempt to divert his arousal. However, that didn’t stop his thoughts from wandering to what you looked like in the shower as water poured down your body.

The imagery didn’t seem to want to leave his mind, his right hand trailed down to his clothed growing erection. He palmed himself slightly, at the back of his mind he knew it was wrong, it was too big of a risk, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

His mind wondered.

What would your mouth feel like around him? Would you be able to fit all of him into your mouth? Would you allow him to fuck your face? Would you play with yourself while his cock was in your mouth?

A whimper left his lips, he knew his cock was most likely building precum at the tip, if it was one thing Steven enjoyed most about his ‘happy time’ – it was edging himself. His mind wondering to all sorts of scenarios and ways he could use your body for yours and his pleasure.

His head was lulling against the back of the couch and his thighs were spread as he palmed himself.

When the sound of the shower suddenly disappeared, he hastily sat up and put a pillow in his lap to hide his now obvious arousal. Soon you stepped out of the shower, freshly clothed and your hair slightly damp.

“Told you I’d be quick,” you said walking toward the kitchen counter. You took out two plates and put one of each item you got from the café. Steven had already left your drinks on the living room table. You brought over the plates and sat next to him.

“Thank you,” he said with a warm smile, to which you replied with a smile.

“So, tomorrow is Saturday. You got any plans?” you asked, trying to make some small conversation.

“I’m off tomorrow, so most likely a late morning if I can get any sleep tonight,” he chuckled. Steven’s sleeping habits was no secret between the two of you. One day at the library you noticed how tired he was, and when you expressed concern, he explained it all to you.

“You don’t seem as tired as usual. I assume you’re getting good sleep?”

The question hangs in the air for a moment. To Steven, the only way he could get a good night’s sleep was after he masturbated to the thoughts of you, but that wasn’t something he could tell you.

“You could say that. I figured out a way to ease my mind…” he said trying to hide his dazed smile.

You smiled at his words, to you it meant he was doing better and taking care of himself.

Oh, how innocent you were indeed. Always being so caring for others.

You both went on to talk about mundane things, which include your college life, and his work like. Your plates were now clean from any treats and long forgotten on the living room table.

A yawn left your lips, and you took a glance at the clock on the wall. It was nearing 8pm.

“It’s quite late, you should stay the night,” you say facing Steven.

As much as your words excited Steven, he couldn’t spend the night since he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep under the same roof as you. At least not yet.

“It’s not tha’ late. If I leave now, I can make it home in a jiffy, darlin’,” Steven explained waking from the couch. The pillow on his lap fell and your eyes went to the very obvious erection he had, but you quickly looked away before he could notice.

You rubbed your thighs together to rid yourself of the ache between your legs. Steven did notice that but assumed you were cold, you couldn’t be aroused, right?

“Are you sure?” you say diverting his attention away.

“Positive,” he breathed and clasped his hands together. “I best be off then. Thank you for the lovely evenin’, darlin’. I hope you’re feelin’ better now,” he stated, recalling how you felt from earlier events.

“Much better, all thanks to you,” you got up from the couch and stood next to him as he picked up his shoulder bag.

You both walked towards the door, Steven let you walk before him, admiring the view of your ass. Savouring it in his memory for later.

“Message me as soon as you get home, okay?” you say to him as he steps out.

“I will,” he assures you with a smile.

Next, you do something that Steven least expected. You stepped forward, settling your hands around his neck, causing his hands to settle on your waist. You hugged him tightly, making his cock brush against your thigh. A good minute passed by before you stepped away from him and placed a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” you say to him one last time.

Steven’s heart raced with an intoxicating mix of ecstasy and pride. He felt an intense yearning for you. The small kiss had fueled his deep attachment, amplifying his infatuation.

The smile that graced his lips had brought one to yours.

“Good night,” was all he managed to say before turning and walking away. If he were to stand there any longer, he’d make his way back into your apartment, with you thrown over his shoulder.

That night as Steven lay in bed and got off to the pleasure of envisioning you in the shower, you had done the same by thinking of his arousal.

Hand between your thighs, mind foggy with the thoughts of the sheer size that Steven had been hiding.

You were attracted to him from the moment you asked him for help in the library, but why would someone like Steven want someone like you? You were younger than him and came with a life that barely started yet.

For now, you would take whatever you could get from him.

Monday approached quickly and you were looking forward to seeing Steven after attending your classes for the day. The last you spoke to him was when he messaged you that he had reached home on Friday.

You walked into the library with the intention of speaking to Steven about his weekend, however you were met with the sight of Steven talking to someone else. An unfamiliar woman who stood too close to him for your liking.

“Oi y/n! Sweetheart,” he said cheerily and waved you over.

You smiled at him and made your way to over.

“Hi,” was all you said as you assessed the women beside Steven from head to toe.

“I want you to meet Layla, she’s new to the library staff,” he explained and motioned to Layla.

“Nice to meet you,” you say to her with a tight-lipped smile.

She had reciprocated your kindness and greeted you. Your eyes made their way to Steven who was looking at Layla happily.

A pang of hurt bloomed in your chest and you very quickly wanted to exit the situation.

“I have some work to do, so I’ll just be over there,” you said kindly and excused yourself with a smile. However, Steven noticed the smile hadn’t quite been the same as the many ones you gave him before.

He watched your retreating figure with furrowed brows.

“I don’t think your girlfriend is happy with me working with you,” Layla had chuckled humourlessly.

“She’s not my girlfriend… yet,” Steven whispered the last part to himself.

You observed Steven’s interactions with Layla. They seemed to be very chatty in a place that was meant to be quiet. You decided it would be best to concentrate on your work and get it done.

That didn't stop your eyes still seemed to find their way to Steven and Layla. Sometimes she would brush her hands on his shoulder, smile at him widely and laugh a little too much at his jokes.

As Steven was stacking books on a bookcase near you, he watched as you began to pack away your books. He looked at the time and saw that it had only been an hour since you were here.

Immediately, he made his way to you.

“Are you leavin’?” he asked in a hushed tone.

You nodded in confirmation.

“Use your words sweetheart,” he encouraged, placing a hand on your chin so you could meet his gaze.

“Yes,” you breathed and stood up.

“So soon?” he wanted to know more than just that.

“I had a long day, need to sleep,” you explained and gave him a small smile. He nodded at your words and walked with you toward the exit with his hand resting on the small of your back.

“Message me when you get home, yeah?” he mimicked your words from Friday night.

“Okay. Good night, Steven,” you said and walked away without another word.

10 minutes later you had messaged him a thumbs up emoji to say you had reached home.

This was different from your usual ‘reached home xx’ texts.

Taking a deep breath in, Steven chose to give you the benefit of the doubt and trust your words.

Jealousy

Was what you felt each time you were in the library that week. You couldn’t concentrate on your work. You knew Steven’s eyes were on you each time you were there. You had essentially been avoiding him and keeping communication to a minimal.

The insecurities had begun surfacing each time you saw Layla and him interact. She was someone closer in age to Steven and they complimented each other by standing beside one another.

The crush you were harbouring for him had boiled over and now you were left to tend to the burns on your own.

Steven and Layla had been nearby talking about an interest they both had in common. The more they spoke about it, the louder they became.

“I could talk about it for hours; I love Egypt and anything about it. Maybe we could go to the museum nearby, they have an excellent exhibit-“

That was all you needed to hear him say before you packed your things and walked out of the library without so much as a glance his way.

Steven watched, speechlessly, as you walked out of the library. Your recent actions were something new to him.

The first sign of you withdrawing from him was the absence of the hot drink you would usually get him. It wasn’t something he necessarily needed to have. Though, when it stopped, it felt like he was out in the cold without your warmth.

This is why he found himself outside of your apartment, with flowers in his hand. He was nervous to knock on your door, feeling that if he made his presence known then you may get the impression that he was overstepping your boundaries, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything after you left.

So, his knuckles padded on your apartment door, gently.

He heard shuffling in the apartment, knowing it had to be you.

The door opened and revealed you in your pyjamas.

“Steven?” you said surprised.

“Hi,” he greeted with grin.

“What’re you doing here?” you asked curiously eyeing the flowers.

“Came to check on you… these are for you,” he said handing the flowers to you.

“Thanks?... Come in while I put these in a vase,” you instruct him and walk into your apartment and into the kitchen.

He closed the door and followed you inside – standing on the opposite side of the kitchen counter, facing you. The apartment was filled with your scent like it previously was.

“Uh… I came to check if you were okay? Y’know, with how abruptly you left earlier.” he was trying to pry answers out of you.

“Yeah uh... I had a group project to do,” you said trying to come up with an excuse, which Steven did not believe just from looking at you.

“Is everything okay?... between us?” he flat out asked, not wanting to beat around the bush anymore.

“Why wouldn’t things be okay?” your tone had increased slightly.

“Because darlin’. I can read you like an open book,” he stated, walking around the counter and towards you. He stopped when he was a few mere centimeters away.

“I’ve just been busy and tired,” you explain, looking down and away from him.

“Speak to me,” he said, holding your hands in his, angling his face so you could meet his gaze.

He needed you to be direct with him. He yearned for your eyes to be on him.

“I didn’t want to impose…” you sigh out softly.

“Impose on what?” he asked with furrowed brows.

“You and Layla,” you stated, barely over a whisper.

“What makes you think you would be imposing, darlin’?” he made you look up at him by tilting your head upward.

“I mean, you two obviously like each other-“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… where’d you get tha’ thought from? We’re only co-worker,” he laughed at the thought of him and Layla together.

Couldn’t you see that you were all he wanted?

“But you get on so well,” you say peering up at him.

This was the moment Steven needed to use to make his feelings known… in the most subtle way possible.

“Darlin’, has it not been apparent that you are the one I want?” his hands held your face between each other, bringing your face incredibly close to his.

The way you were looking at him with wide eyes and a slight sparkle cause every bit of control Steven had to disappear.

In a moment of tenderness, your lips gently met, firing a soft and sweet exchange. Time stood still, expressing a depth of affection. Within that kiss, you both found solace, passion, and desire.

You pulled away breathless from feeling his soft lips on yours.

“You like me?” you asked bewildered.

Steven found your reaction to be adorable.

“More than just like you, sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle and pecked your lips.

“I like you too,” you admit with a smile.

Steven’s heart raced at your words, and he couldn’t hold himself back from kissing you again. This kiss was a contrast to the previous one. His tongue entered your mouth, fighting for dominance.

A moan escaped your lips as his hands went to your waist and pulled you flush against him.

“Steven,” you moaned and pulled away.

“Sorry- I’m sorry. I just… needed to kiss you,” he explained breathless.

You smiled at his fumbled words, finding it adorable.

You looked into his eyes and saw the desire he had in them; he saw the same one mirrored in yours.

His eyes hungrily trailed down to your body, your pyjama’s doing little to hide the dip between your breasts.

“Dreamed of these for so many nights,” he murmured and got lost in his desire.

Steven couldn't resist the feeling of your body pressing against his, his hands roaming across your back and down to your thighs as he deepened the kiss.

"I want you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire as his lips trailed down your neck and collarbone. "I want to make you feel good, darlin’" He moved his hands up to your waist, gently pulling you closer as he kissed you more passionately.

"Then make me feel good," you murmur against his lips as he smiles widely at your confession. You both stumble, still lip locked, towards the couch. He positions the two of you so that he is situated above you, and you're nestled beneath him. He begins to lay kissed from your jaw to your neck.

Steven's kisses soon turned into soft nibbles as he moved down to your collarbones, making you shiver with pleasure. He gently pulled your shirt off, revealing your soft skin as he kissed his way down to your breasts. His hands roamed your body, making you feel like you were melting under his touch.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured as he took your breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipples. The passion between the two of you was intense, and Steven was determined to make this special for you. He continued to caress your body, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your breasts as he kissed his way down your stomach.

He had the intention of using his mouth for more than just kissing your breasts.

If it’s one thing Steven would happily admit, it is that he could worship your body for hours. He wanted to memorise every small detail, as well as the ways in which to make you cum just from a mere touch.

As Steven kissed his way down your stomach, he could sense the tension building in your body. He gently parted your thighs, his fingers tracing circles on your inner thighs before finally reaching your wet pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from your core, and he knew he had to taste you.

His tongue circled around your clit, making you moan with pleasure as he gently slid a finger inside of you. The sensation was intense, and you couldn't help but cry out as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. The combination of his tongue and fingers was driving you wild, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Steven," you gasped out, your hips bucking against his mouth as you reached your climax. You were a trembling mess beneath him, your body wracked with pleasure as Steven continued to drive you wild. As you came down from your high, he crawled back up your body, his lips meeting yours in a sweet and tender kiss.

"Such a good girl," he whispered against your lips, his eyes filled with adoration as he held you close to him.

Feeling the need to show Steven your appreciation towards him. You got up from where you laid and made Steven sit upright and against the couch. You were on your knees in front of him on the floor as he watched you closely. He was wearing a white button up with some lose fitted black jeans. You let your hands roam from his thighs to chest, where you undid the buttons of his shirt. The hair on his chest became visible as well as the happy trail that led straight to his cock. You could see that he was rock hard beneath the material of his jeans. You undid the button on his jeans and let his cock free. You had every intention of having his cock in your mouth.

The sight of you on your knees in front of him was driving him wild with desire.

"God, you're so beautiful," he moaned as you licked the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. You took him into your mouth, sucking him in deeply as he groaned with pleasure. You could feel him growing harder as you continued to pleasure him, your hand working in tandem with your mouth.

"Just like that," he gasped out, his hips bucking against your mouth. You were gagging around his cock as he drove it into your mouth. You were determined to fit him all the way in. The sounds he was making were encouraging you on.

As he reached his climax. You swallowed every drop of his cum, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having pleasured him so well.

He brought you back up to straddle him, you felt his cock already stiffening beneath you as you grinded into it.

Steven’s kisses were addicting and so were his moans.

“More,” you pleaded. Steven pulled back to gaze at you through hooded eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked surprised.

“Yes, please. Need you inside me,” you begged. Steven smirked at your words and complied. Lining his cock with your pussy entrance, he rubbed the head of his cock with your arousal before you sank down, letting him fill you up.

You both moaned at the feeling. He bottomed out inside you.

“So deep,” Steven groaned through gritted teeth.

You hummed in response and slowly rocked your hips back and forth. Steven’s cock was still sensitive, and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head as he rested his head between your breasts. You chuckled at his reaction.

“Don’t tell me you’re already giving out on me, old man,” you chuckle through a moan.

Old man?

Oh no, he couldn’t have you thinking of him like that.

He let out a breath laugh as he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you flush against him. You braced yourself on his chest as he fucked up into. The sound of skin slapping and the wet sounds coming from him fucking you were the only sound surrounding the room.

You were a moaning mess as Steven whimpered with each thrust. He had been holding out for too long. The endless night of fucking his hand had finally over took his mind.

“Please, don’t stop,” you plead as his pace picked up.

Your breath ticked his skin and he moaned at you tightened around him.

“Gonna make you mine,” he said through moans.

His hips momentarily stopped, and he slipped out of you, but before you could protest, he flipped you over. Your hands hanging over the side of the couch and he positioned you from behind.

He slammed his cock into you and your grip on the couch tightened to steady you body.

his hands went around you and started to tease circles into your clit.

“That’s it,” he whispered loud enough for you to hear.

“So close,” you moan out and start to push back on him.

He leaned forward and smiled into your hair.

“Gonna cum for me like a good girl?” he chuckled out when you moaned out a reply.

“Use your words, darlin’,” he encouraged.

“Yes… gonna be your good girl,”

Your good girl.

That was all he needed to hear before he was fucking you at a brutal pace. You knew your going to be adorned in bruises the next day, but it was fine with you as it would display his ownership over you.

Steven grunted as you tightened and came on his cock. He fucked you through it, enjoying the feel of your wet pussy. You were in a daze as he fucked your sensitive pussy, you reached around yourself and tried to pry him away from you, the overstimulation causing you to feel dizzy.

“Not done yet,” he said flipping you over and laying you on your back as he hovered over you.

“Need you to cum f’me one more time, yeah?” he rhetorically asked.

You whined at his words, but that slowly died down as his cock entered you again.

Your eyes went down to your tummy, where you saw his cock bulging with each thrust.

“See how big I am inside you, can feel my cock inside you,” he said taking your hand in his and settling on your tummy to feel his cock. Your head fell back in pleasure, knowing he was that deep inside you.

Your hand slowly made its way to your clit, rubbing in circular motions to bring you closer to your orgasm.

“Mmm. Just like that, sweetheart,” he praises and fucks you faster, resting on hand beside your head as the other holds your waist.

You match his thrusts and move your hips against his, Steven feels himself on the edge. Almost at there.

Once you feel yourself cumming again and tightening around Steven, he cums. Hard.

“Oh shit… yes y/n,” he moans and still moves his hips against yours. Fucking his cum deep inside you. When he halts his movements, he’s still deep inside you.

“Wanna keep my cum inside you,” he murmurs and relaxes against you.

“Should do this in the library next time,” he chuckled in the croak of your neck.

You both lay on the couch and catch your breath.

“So… will you go on a date with me?” he asked in that familiar nervous tone. You chuckle at his words and kiss him on the lips.

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vintagemulti · 2 years

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oral fixation -> steven grant

pairings: steven grant x reader

desc: you seem to have a need to have something in your mouth at all times, and steven thinks he has the perfect solution.

warnings: not nsfw but there’s innuendos if you squint, d/s dynamics, swearing, smoking, babying? i guess?, teeth rotting fluff, not much plot tbh

a/n: look i couldn’t help myself steven is the perfect person to write this about. this can be taken as part of the glass series or not, it doesn’t really matter

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steven didn’t notice it as first. it was small things, like chewing your pen when you were working, or biting your nails when you had nothing else to do.

he thought it was perfectly normal that you chewed gum all the time, and although he didn’t approve of it, your smoking habit didn’t strike him as odd or unusual. lots of people did it.

what he did begin to notice, though, is when you would pick lollipops and ice lollies over any other kind of candy, and would suck on them like your life depended on it (which normally led to your mouth being occupied in other ways, which steven definitely didn’t mind).

steven didn’t judge you for it, quite the opposite. he was curious as to why your mouth always had to have something it in, wether it be a cigarette or your favourite cherry flavour lollipop. he wondered if it was a self soothing type of thing, but then he realised that you did it even when you weren’t stressed.

he liked to think that he indulged your little habit. sometimes he would bring home lollipops from the gift shop, or he would stop at the corner shop to pick you up some chewing gum if he knew you’d run out. the only thing he refused to buy you was cigarettes, in his own words; “if you’re going to ruin your lungs, you can pay for it your bloody self.l

you, however, were completely clueless to his knowledge of your oral fixation. it wasn’t even something that you were aware of, it was simply a feeling that unless your mouth was occupied, you couldn’t feel at peace whatsoever.

google had came to your aid, but as soon as you read the words “sigmund freud”, you decided to leave the page. you had figured out enough - it was an oral fixation, made seemingly worse by your submissive nature.

it seemed to be fairly normal, lots of people feeling the same way. so no, it didn’t worry you, or weird you out. it was just as normal as someone fidgeting.

but steven had googled the same thing. and god, he loved what he saw. he didn’t think you could get any cuter - but this? he already found you the most adorable little angel he could have ever asked for, but now he knew that you really did have a fixation, his heart almost swelled with joy.

oh, this could be fun.

after steven had found the name for it, he began noticing your habit even more. like how when he would see your fingers near your mouth, he used to assume that you were biting your nails, but now he actually looked at it, you weren’t biting, but sucking gently on the tip of your finger. he had to stifle back a laugh, his poor little baby, so needy for something in between her lips.

but a few weeks after, he saw something else. something you didn’t even know you had done.

it was one of the rare mornings that he woke before you, and he had given you a gentle kiss on the forehead before creeping out of bed, starting on pancakes for breakfast.

he had been halfway through mixing the batter when he heard it; a small whine from the bed. steven thought you had woken up, but when he turned to see you still fast asleep, he once again became curious.

walking over to the bed, you stirred again, one hand desperately clawing at the space where he had just been, clearly missing his warmth, and the other hand-

“oh,” he couldn’t help himself. he drew the syllable out, eyes softening on the sight of you. it was perfect.

your other hand was next to your face, balled up in a little fist and your thumb was tucked in between your lips.

steven couldn’t help it. he had to make this moment last, before you woke yourself up. he grabbed his phone off of his bedside table and took a single picture of you, debating wether to set it has his home screen or not. no, he thought. this is a little secret.

before he could debate it any longer, you turned over, eyes opening and hand falling away from your mouth.

“morning, lovey,” steven smiled down at you, pushing a stray piece of hair out of your eyes.

“morning,” you slurred back. rubbing your eyes, completely unaware of the moment just before.

the picture steven had taken had been revisited hundreds of times in the weeks after that morning, and you were still none the wiser to the snap living in his phone.

it was late now, you and steven had come home from a dinner date after work, and you had stepped out of the shower to a quiet, cozy house. part of you thought that steven had fallen asleep, but his figure on the couch proved you wrong.

“what are you reading?” you asked him, pulling on one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts.

“oh, nothing you’d enjoy,” he looked up from his book to you. “too many big words.”

you laughed lightly. “you say that to the breadwinner in this house.”

steven hummed. “c’mere.” he patted his lap, which was covered by a thick blanket.

you didn’t need telling twice, feet carrying you mindlessly to where he was sitting on the couch. moving the blanket, you slipped underneath it and placed yourself between his legs.

watching him read, your head fell against his chest, heartbeat breaking through the comfortable silence. your eyes moved from the words on the page to his hands, and your mouth felt suddenly very empty.

it was something you didn’t want to admit; that part of you longed to have his fingers in your mouth. it sounded like heaven to you, having part of him inside you once again, as well as your mouth being occupied.

steven was beginning to catch on, though. he noticed how whenever his hand would cup your cheek, you would shift your head ever so slightly so that the digits were closer to your mouth.

he noticed how whenever you took his hand, you had the internal debate of wether to stick his fingers on your mouth or not. how when he fucked into you, his hand over your mouth, you would “accidentally” move your head so his fingers fell between your lips.

he knew you wanted it. he was just waiting for you to ask for it.

and you were about to. you could barely take it anymore, his fingers sliding over the page so smoothly, your mouth so empty.

in a last resort, you moved your own hand to your mouth, lips just parting before stevens hand swatted yours away. you couldn’t even hold your whine in.

“what, baby?” steven took his eyes away from his book to down at you.

“i need it,” you mumbled into his chest.

his laugh vibrated against your head. “need what?”

you whined again, not wanting to admit it.

“oh,” he sighed lightly. “i know what it is. look at me, baby.”

eyes meeting his, you could tell you were on the same page, finally.

“you want my fingers in your pretty little mouth? is that it?”

you nodded, relief pouring through you. he didn’t think you were weird.

“use your words, and you can have it.” he chided.

“yes, please.” you mumbled, looking up at him hopefully.

steven smiled at you again, raising his hand to your face and tapping against your lips, making you open up straight away.

it was as good as you imagined it to be. his fingers were bigger than yours, warm in your mouth as you sucked on them, the sensation in your mouth finally relieving you.

“look at you,” steven cooed. “such a needy little baby. aren’t you? i never thought we’d find another use for your pretty mouth, eh?”

you couldn’t even reply, the soothing feeling of his fingers in your mouth mixed with his warmth and the quietness of the flat was already putting you to sleep.

“that’s right, baby, go to sleep,” he mumbled into your hair. “so pretty like this.”

you hummed once more, eyes closing, stevens steady heartbeat guiding you to sleep.

“wait ‘til marc finds out about this,” steven almost whispered. “he’ll fucking love it.”

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isawthisangel · 1 year

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domestic/relationship situations with steven/marc headcanons part two

find part one here

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word count: 900w

a/n: i will happily write a full length fic for any of these if you guys send me one of the prompts, or any different ones<3

Steven loves to cook and is usually home by the late afternoon, but sometimes when he has more work to do when he gets home and you have to work late, you end up ordering takeout. You guys have a hat with all the different takeouts written on pieces of paper inside for when you can’t decide, which is often.

On weekends you love nothing more than holing up in the flat to binge whole seasons of tv shows. Steven is all over this, making the sofa as cosy as possibly, collecting blankets and snacks and content to sit for hours with your feet in his lap or your head on his shoulder, his arm around you. Marc usually lasts about two episodes before complaining that he’s bored.

You suggest reorganising the bookshelves. This takes weeks. Steven is so meticulous about where his books go, even though it looks like a mess to anyone else, he can find the book he’s looking for in seconds when he needs to. You have your bookshelf, but your books have started spilling over, which is fine as long as they’re in the right section.

Honestly I could write an essay about this. Steven sat cross legged on the floor surrounded by books, stacking them into piles and trying to work out how best to organise them, brow furrowed. You giving up trying to help after a while, realising he has his own, very complicated system. Rearranging the plants and fairy lights around everything when it’s finally done. Smiling whenever he looks at it for the next few days.

Both of the boys like to rant when they’re worked up about something, but the topics on which they tend to get so upset about vary drastically. If Steven is upset about a new display at the museum, or Donna getting his name wrong yet again, Marc will be angry about something going wrong on a mission, stomping and swearing around the flat injured and covered in blood.

Similarly, you have to learn that they can’t be calmed down in the same way. Steven can usually be placated pretty easily by a cup of tea or a shoulder massage, whereas with Marc you have to let him burn out by himself. When he finally collapses into a chair and goes silent, then you can move in and start patching him up best you can, dropping kisses onto his skin at regular intervals until he’s fully relaxed.

Baths. Steven doesn’t usually have a bath, and if he does you’re in there with him. Marc, on the other hand, would live in the bath if you let him. He’ll soak until the water’s cold and all the bubbles are gone, half asleep with a contented half smile on his face. He’d never admit it, but he loves coming home to a bubble bath.

Sometimes when you wake up you find Marc asleep on the sofa, not wanting to have woken you up when he got in from a mission the night before. Despite your protests he continues to do this if he knows you have to be up early the next morning, even though you’d rather be tired and know that he’s come home safe that night.

Similarly to the laundry, you can tell who’s been shopping while you’ve been at work by the contents of the cupboards and fridge and how they’ve been organised. Steven will have a meal plan on the wall and all of the (mostly fresh) ingredients neatly stowed away. Marc will have filled the freezer up, and maybe bought some fruit and veg, if you’re lucky.

Steven one hundred percent gets distracted and dances with you in the kitchen when you cook together. Enough said.

Sometimes you’ll catch Steven before he rushes out the door, ever late, for work to fix his tie or his hair. This isn’t necessarily because it looks bad, you’re just after one more kiss before he leaves. If he’s caught on, he doesn’t say. If you’re fixing Marc’s hair or clothes before he rushes out the door it’s most likely because he’d lost track of time with you in bed that morning. You’ve been late countless times for similar reasons.

‘Laughter is infectious,’ sure, but Steven’s laugh is actually infectious. If he’s laughing, you’re laughing, it doesn’t matter what he’s laughing at or where you are. Similarly, Marc laughs so little that when he does you find yourself smiling regardless, relishing in the sound, trying to memorise it.

Steven is annoyingly good at presents, and you struggle to match the thoughtfulness of his gifts. Marc has a strict no present policy, which you happily disregard during every holiday, knowing that he’ll complain and then smile secretly afterwards, when he thinks you can’t see.

You try to eat breakfast and brush your teeth with whoever it is you wake up to every morning, schedules allowing. It puts you in a good mood in the mornings, and prepares you for the rest of the day. If you get frustrated at work you think about breakfast, or how you get to go home to such a loving environment that night. It usually makes you feel better.

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messrmoonyy · 2 years

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Would it be possible for a Steven grant x reader where you are stood up for a date the same night steven missed his date with Dylan? Maybe you start talking to each other and it’s like a date? It’s fine if not. Have a nice day!

The vegan in the steak house

Steven grant x reader

A/N- hellooo! Thank you for the request. Sorry this took forever. I did unintentionally alter the day in which this takes place. In the show it’s a Sunday and he’s supposed to have met Dylan on the Friday. My brain just held on to Friday and when I finshed if mentioned Friday far too many times to bother to change it so. It’s Friday. Anyways. Enjoy.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 5.2k

Masterlist- request open!

Reblogs and comments are always welcome and appreciated!

Friday nights were one of the busiest of the week. All of the 9-5 office job types, that London seemed to be overflowing with, heading out to relax at the end of their work weeks. You'd always thought that kind of job must be boring as all hell, sitting at a computer all day typing away nonsense emails about god knows what. Though on Fridays you did sometimes wish that was your job.

Rushing around like a headless chicken delivering hot plates of food, standing burning your fingertips off as the customers fannied around about who ordered what, complaining their steak was too cold. Or too hot. Or too small. Or ' not how I usually have it! '. Or when you asked who ordered the side of sweet potato fries and being told ' oh they're Adams!' Like you knew who the fuck Adam was.

You'd kill for a cushy office job on Friday nights.

But thankfully the night was nearly over. You could clock off at 10:30, one of your coworkers wanting the overtime of doing the clean down and close up at the end of the night. Usually you'd have taken it, the extra money was always needed, but you were far too tired today.

You just wanted to drag yourself home, maybe snatch some leftovers from the chef and lock yourself in your tiny little flat until your shift tomorrow. But it's barely 9:30. So it would have to wait just a little longer.

The restaurant was beginning to clear out as close drew nearer, your section empty as you cashed out the last table. There was a couple of tables occupied in your coworkers sections and a table outside. But you guessed you were hopefully done for the night now.

You wiped down the table and debated on asking to leave early seeing as your section was empty, before heading over to the entry desk just to double check no one had a late reservation. That was all you needed. Or the Karen's that liked to appear two minutes before close and demand a table for 12 all wanting steaks.

" table 4 still out there? " you listened in on the conversation as you joined two of your coworkers at the entry desk, making yourself look busy by putting away some menus.

" mhm. He's been there hours now. Kinda sad. Defo been stood up poor guy " she said with a frown.

“ well honestly I’m not surprised. He didn’t even have a reservation. What would he have done if we’d have been full? That’s no good on a date is it “

“ but look at his little flowers! He’s a cutie!”

“ a cutie that’s been stood up “

" what's that? " you asked, curiosity getting the better of you instantly. Your coworker, Amy, turned to you with a sympathetic smile on her face.

" guy out there table 4. Think his date stood him up... thought he'd have gotten the picture by now though. Kinda sad to still wait. She's clearly not coming is she " your eyes followed to where she had nodded. By the window there was a man sat alone at his table. A slightly sad looking bouquet of flowers on top of a chocolate box in front of him.

You'd seen your fair share of poor men and women stood up by dates to recognise one. Sometimes it was quite entertaining to listen in on first dates, cringe at the awkward ones and feel a slight longing at the good ones. You hadn't had a date in... well. You didn't even want to think about how long it had been. Though the poor ditched dates were always heartbreaking to see.

" one of us should go talk to him. Kitchens shutting soon. If he wants food-"

" I'm not doing it " the other waiter said before Amy could even finish her sentence.

" we'll I'm not! Poor little guy. I'm no good with the heartbroken ones. Remember when that one woman started sobbing when I told her the guy had called and cancelled the reservation without telling her? God I’m no good at it " they both glanced at you then. You had a reputation for being so unbelievably nice it was inhuman. Of course they wanted you to go talk to him " y/n? What do you say? Go see if he's alright? You're good with the mopey ones " you glanced back out the window at the man before sighing.

" fine. But but then I'm going home. My sections done "

" superstar! " Amy said and squeezed you in a hug " you got this. I'd probably just make him cry or something "

You grabbed a spray and cloth to clean the tables out there seeing as you were heading out there anyway. And headed for the door to the tables out front, hovering on the doorstep outside when you got a better look at him. He actually looked kind of optimistic still. Like the one he was meant to meet would still arrive. Some poor excuse for being hours late. He looked the type to probably forgive them for it too. It made your heart ache.

You liked to think you were good at reading people. The restaurant offered ample people watching opportunities after all. You could spot the snooty customers a mile off, the kind ones, the couples going through a rough patch, the awkward dates, the good ones. All before anyone ever opened their mouth.

And that hopeful puppy dog expression on the man's face was answer enough for you to decide he was too sweet to be being stood up so brutally.

His leg was bouncing under the table, fingers fiddling restlessly. He was a bundle of nerves clearly. Yet still he had waited for his date to turn up. Your skin prickled with upset. It always hurt seeing people stood up. You’d been stood up a fair few times yourself and it never got any better. Humans wanted to be loved, went on dates to attempt finding love. Only to be left alone. It hurt. It would always hurt.

Maybe that’s why he was still there though. In denial. Desperate to have some chance at love that he was clinging on to a tiny chance his date may appear.

You usually just went home and drowned your sorrows in cheap wine and a Chinese takeaway. To each their own.

You made your way over to the man and put on a smile.

" good evening " you greeted softly " are you still expecting one more? " it felt quite cruel to ask even though you knew the answer already. But you had to be sure. And you couldn't make it obvious you'd all just been watching him and talking about him. He wasn't having a great day as it was. No need to make it any bloody worse.

He looked up from where he'd been staring out to the street, looking for his date no doubt, and your heart practically melted. He looked like a kicked puppy. Big brown eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and dwindling hope that he tried to hide with a small smile, probably starting to feel somewhat embarrassed.

" yeah... not looking too good is it? " he said with a small chuckle but there didn't seem to be much humour in it. Pity flooded your chest and you tried to think of something helpful to say to him.

" maybe give them a call? You know what the traffics like in London" it was a pretty shit suggestion when you thought about it. Yes London traffic was notoriously shocking. But not really at night. Brixton was lively at night but it would be no excuse as to why his date was hours late. Still, he smiled at you all the same and gave a nod.

" yeah... yeah traffic " you excused yourself to clear up the table behind him as he picked up his phone and called whoever it was that had left him sat alone. You tried not to listen in as you sprayed the table and wiped it down. But it was impossible. You were too curious.

" what? What do you mean? It's steak. It's steak time " he said in a joyful voice into the phone. You closed your eyes for a moment, your heart aching for him. His optimism. He hadn’t even said hello so clearly the other person hadn’t either. You wondered what their excuse would be. To be honest you were surprised they’d even answered the phone. Most didn’t " thought we said Wednesday? Wednesday. Today " your brow furrowed. Wednesday? It was very clearly Friday. God if it was Wednesday again you'd slam your head on the table " come on. I think Wednesday still comes after Tuesday doesn't it " was he genuinely convinced it was a Wednesday? No wonder he'd missed his date. No wonder they hadn't arrived.

He brought the phone down from his ear slowly, staring at it for a moment.

" scuse me? Excuse me " he turned to you and you put down the cleaning cloth and headed over. He looked distressed, brow furrowed and eyes slightly wild.

" can I help? "

" what day is it today? " he was. He was convinced it was Wednesday. Was he okay? How had he gotten the day so wrong.

" it's... Friday " you said slowly, almost waiting for him to laugh and say the entire thing was a big prank. You were on one of those 'what would you do' hidden camera shows. But no. No camera jumped out to surprise you. His face just fell, wide eyes going glassy as they appeared to fill with tears.

" Friday " he whispered to himself, looking down at the table and away from you. You didn’t quite know what to say as you stood there slightly awkwardly. He was shaking his head in disbelief, muttering quietly to himself.

You spotted Amy inside tapping her wrist as if to indicate the time and you sighed, closing your eyes again hating that he was clearly upset. Yet you still had to do your job.

" the... the kitchens closing in a few minutes... would you like to order anything or.. " He looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes of his, still glassy with tears that he was clearly fighting to keep in. He seemed to take a second to realise what you'd asked him, before slowly nodding

" yeah I will... I will have a steak " you pulled your pad and pen from your apron, clicking the pen. You watched as he sat up more, still not looking at you but that confusion morphing into a solemn look as he looked out towards the street.

" okay that’s fine... And what cut would you like? " you weren't being as formal as you usually would have been. Talking to him like an Injured animal you weren't a hundred percent sure on how to approach.

" the best bit. I'll have. I'll have the best bit. That's the bit that I want " had he ever ordered a steak before? Or was his upset clouding his thoughts? Either way you just wanted to drop your pad and pen and give the poor guy a hug. He looked like he needed it.

" centre cuts filet? " you asked waiting for him to confirm but he simply sniffled and you realised he really was crying now " how would you like it cooked? " you needed to get away from him before you risked it all and pulled him into your arms.

" very good very good yeah " he'd dropped his gaze to his lap again and you had to walk away before you really did hug him. He clearly needed a moment on his own, needed to gather his thoughts that were clearly so very scattered.

You headed back inside and gave his order to the chefs.

" so? What's happened with him? " Amy popped into the kitchen practically bouncing to get some gossip.

" he. He thought it was Wednesday " you said it as if you didn't quite believe it yourself, because honestly? You didn't. Amy frowned and raised her eyebrows.

" think he's not the full ticket? Bit. You know? " she twirled her finger in a circle next to her head, insinuating he was loopy.

" how should I know? I didn't ask his full life story " you actually felt a little bristled that she'd suggest it. The man out there seemed too sweet, too flustered. Not loopy. Just... confused? Maybe? Either way you didn't think he was crazy.

" how do you think it's a Wednesday. It's Friday. It's like, the best day of the week! Wednesday is like. So shit. Why Wednesday " she popped her head out into the restaurant as your other coworker called for her before sighing and heading back out.

It was odd. Of course it was. Of all the excuses and the reasons people had stood up dates. Getting the day wrong by 2 days had never popped up before. He seemed flustered, confused. 1000% convinced that it was in fact Wednesday. Maybe he'd had a bump on the head. Maybe he was just one of those uni students who crammed revision for hours on hours, simply not leaving his home for so long he really did get the days wrong. You guessed there was many explanations. But you weren't going to accept Amy's suggestion of loopy.

You decided to make true on your statement to leave early and headed for the cloakroom to grab your bag and jacket. Ready to go home and binge watch some shitty tv show until you fell asleep, let the poor man sat at table 4 fade into the mass of hundreds of others you'd seen stood up.

" orders up! " you heard the chef call as you headed back through the kitchen again " oh. For you " he handed you a to go box filled with food. You didn't even need to ask. They knew you too well. You smiled and took the box with a thanks, giving the chef a half hug as you balanced your belongings and your food.

Amy appeared back in the kitchen to take the mans steak out but you stopped her.

" I'll take it on my way out it's fine " you said and draped your jacket over the arm that held your bag and balancing your own food too. You didn't like the idea of Amy giving him the food. She wouldnt be as gentle as you had, didn't know how to handle upset people in the slightest " seriously. I've got it. It's okay " you said before she could even attempt to protest, then taking the man's plate in your other hand.

You headed back out to him, in some mild hope he might have cheered up a little bit. You didn't like seeing people upset. Especially people who seemed as sweet as the man sat at table 4.

" centre cut filet, well done " you said softly as you placed it at the table, but even with your gentle approach he startled slightly as you spoke.

" oh. Oh. Right. Thank you " he eyed your jacket and bag, then his eyes flitted to where your coworkers were beginning to clean up inside " should i get this to go? You're closing " he nodded towards where the final customers were leaving, the waiters inside already beginning the close down.

" no you're alright. I sometimes sit out here and eat after my shift, they clean it last. You've got time " you said with a warm smile. He seemed to be thinking of something, his mouth opening slightly like he was going to speak but was still trying to figure out the words. So you waited. Slightly awkwardly but still. He probably needed a talk after the night he'd had.

" do you.. do. Wanna sit with me? " he asked slightly sheepishly, his eyes flickering down to the to go box of your own food in your hand " i mean. You don't have to like if you wanna go home or something- gods sorry that's so weird innit? Sorry- " you couldn't help the smile spreading on your face as he rambled, sitting down opposite him and effectively stopping him in his tracks.

" thanks " you said and opened up the box containing a baked potato and varying other bits the chef had thrown in " would've been cold by the time I was home anyway. Not the same when you microwave stuff is it? " he was looking at you in a mild awe that you had actually sat down with him, but you tried your best to put him at ease.

" i- yeah. Yeah not the same " now you could get a proper look at him you realised he was actually pretty cute. Definitely your type. All fluffy curls and bronzed skin. Dark bags under his eyes but he somehow made them work. Big brown eyes that caught you in your examination of his face. But you simply held his gaze for a second before he looked away. Almost trying to tell him ' yes. I am looking at you. Your date isn't here but that's okay. There's plenty more fish in the sea that'll look at you and see how pretty you are'

Because. Well. He was pretty. Quite possibly the prettiest face you'd come across in London. And those eyes... it was shocking to think he'd still need to be dating. Surely he'd have been snapped up ages ago. You'd come to discover that all the guys that you find even remotely attractive always ended up being taken already.

Or just complete dickheads.

He was hunched in on himself a little. Almost like he was concerned he was taking up too much space, like he wanted to feel and look as small as he could. Like he wanted to fly under everyone's radar, to appear invisible. Unnoticed. A silent nobody.

Maybe that was why he was single. He was shy. Nervous. And couldn't remember his days of the week

You took a bite of your food and watched as he pushed his steak dejectedly with his fork, his nose crinkling slightly.

" not how you like it? You did say very good I just assumed well done... "

" no no. It's just. Well... m' actually vegan " he said with a slightly awkward scratch to his head and you couldn't help the laugh that left you.

" a vegan in a steak house. That's a new one " his shoulders relaxed a little as you laughed, almost as if he was just waiting for you to make fun of him. And relieved when you didn't. Frankly he seemed to relax a little everytime you spoke " Whyd you get a steak then? We have salads, potatoes. Steaks not exactly vegan is it " he shrugged and cut a small chunk of the meat, examining it on his fork for a moment.

" fancied a change? "

“ I don’t think I could ever be vegan. Chicken McNuggets are my go to hangover food “ you said with a grin that made him divert his eyes from the meat and to you. He was smiling too. And it was beautiful.

“ maybe this steak will convert me back “

“ you never know unless you try “ you said, still smiling as you took another bite of your food.

“ right. I should broaden my horizons, yeah? “ he seemed a little hesitant as he put it in his mouth, seemingly thinking extremely hard as he chewed before giving another shrug. He was trying hard not to scrunch his face in disgust as he broke what was probably a long running stint at living vegan.

" well? " you asked, already knowing the answer but humouring him.

" yeah not bad " his terrible lie had you laughing again, shaking your head slightly as you tucked in to your own food. He was unbelievably cute. You felt his eyes on you as you laughed. He seemed to like it. You got the idea he didn't often make people laugh.

" I'm sorry about your date " you said after a minute or so of silence as you both ate, Steven avoiding his steak and picking at the side salad and basket of chips instead " totally their loss. You seem nice " his cheeks flushed at that, not sure whether it was from embarrassment or the compliment. Maybe both. You got the idea he didn't receive many compliments either.

" my fault. Messed up the day. Wednesday. Brain like a sieve " he mumbled and tapped his forehead with the handle of his fork lightly " forget my head if it wasn't screwed on " now he did look embarrassed, the kicked puppy look gracing his face again as he looked down at his plate.

" me too. Should see my phone. Take a picture of my front door everyday to remind myself i actually locked it. Or my hair straighteners to remind myself I unplugged them. Always forget and then panic I’ve burnt my building down " he looked up again at your attempt to console him, those puppy eyes making you want to melt into a puddle in your seat.

" s'alright I guess. Never been very good at like dating and that " he mumbled with a shrug and pushed the steak with his fork, his nose scrunched up in mild disgust " don't even remember asking her out " you raised an eyebrow at that and took another bite of your baked potato.

He forgets the day. And then forgets even asking her out. A mild concern was starting to mount now. How was one man so confused.

" are you sure you were actually meant to be on a date? " it was a bit of joke but he seemed to take it seriously, his eyes widening and he scrambled to unlock his phone.

" yeah yeah look see. See that? Dylan " he shoved the phone towards you with a contact named ' Dylan ' on the screen " never even spoken to her before but I have her number? Bit weird innit? " he'd never spoken to her. Yet he had her number. He'd seemingly missed a date by two whole days. He was an odd one that was for sure. But he was cute. So maybe you could look past it " I messed this one up didn't I? Bloody useless I am "

" her loss " you said warmly and reached across to give his hand a light squeeze. His cheeks flushed slightly again and you wanted to just jump over the table and squeeze him. Show the clearly lonely, affection starved man that there were people who cared.

" got to talk to you though didn't I? Maybe all worked out quite well in the end " it was probably the most confident thing he'd said all night and it made your heart flutter " might be a bit awkward though with Dylan. Work with her so... "

" where do you work? " you asked, part generally interested and part trying to change the topic of Dylan. You were beginning to like his smile, you didn't want the kicked puppy face back again.

" i work at the National Gallery, y'know in Trafalgar Square? " he has perked up in a instant at the mention of work, clearly very much enjoying his job.

" oh cool, you're a tour guide? " he deflated again just as quickly and you wracked your brains for what you possibly could have said wrong.

" er no. Gift shop. I'm a gift shop-ist " he perked up slightly again " I'll be a tour guide one day though. Know more than all the current ones put together " a smile spread across your face for the millionth time that evening as he spoke " applications open up again in a couple months. Gonna apply again I think. I get to talk to people in the shop, give em little titbits of knowledge you know when they buy something? But I'd love to actually be a guide you know? "

He seemed to be bursting to use the knowledge that was so clearly going to waste in a gift shop, even there in his chair he looked like he wanted to explode and tell you something interesting.

" maybe you could give me a tour " you suggested " if you're not too tired after your gift shop-ist duties of course. Only ever been to the gallery once, school trip when I was 12 " he was looking at you like you'd just told him he'd won the lottery. Dylan was a fool for not meeting up with him, though you guessed it was good in a way. If she had met him then maybe you never would have.

" y- yeah! Yeah I'd love that " he was practically bouncing in his seat, all that knowledge ready to explode right at the table. You wouldn't even need a tour at this rate. You'd know the name of every single Greek, Egyptian and Roman to ever live before you even made it home.

" great. Let me... give you my number " you said and rummaged around in your handbag for your phone, plucking it out and unlocking it before showing him your contact information. He scrambled for his own phone and copied the number in " I don't work on Sundays or Tuesdays. So if you're up for a one to one tour those are the best days for me, If they're any good for you as well "

Your phone pinged as a text came through so that you had his number too

Unknown

Helllooo. It’s Steven :) ( with a v )

Your cheeks were starting to ache from how much he had made you smile. In fact it simply made you smile more just seeing that Steven was no longer sporting that puppy face.

Dylan long forgotten. Thankfully.

" Sundays and Tuesdays. Got it. Right. Wicked " he was beaming at you, the nerves he'd had all night still very much there. But maybe a little less so now " I think Sundays best? Donna doesn't work Sundays "

" Donna? " you questioned, finishing the last of your food and leaving it neatly for Amy when she came to clean up outside.

" my boss... think about locking her on one the sarcophaguses at least three times a day " he said with a small chuckle, picking up your empty box and cutlery and stacking them onto his own plate. It was a practical wet dream for a waitress to see, a customer that kept themselves near and made the waitress' job easier " always calls me stevie , always yelling at me cause im a bit late sometimes. Bloody annoying "

" don't like stevie? " Stevie actually sounded quite cute if you were honest.

" not when she says it " the slight avoidance of your eyes and the flush in his cheeks, almost told you he may have hated it from Donna. But he'd quite liked it from you.

" we'll do a Sunday then. No Donna " he smiled and nodded, eyes looking over you and cheeks flushing again.

Had you just planned a date? Was that even allowed? For you to go on dates with customers?

That was an issue for future you thought. Right now you were quite content to have someone who was a customer twice your age- or even more sometimes- eyeing you up. And to have someone who was actually decent on the eye. And nice. A shy little gift shop-ist who got his days mixed up and hated his boss.

" y/n? We really need to clear up out here now " you turned you head as Amy stood by the door. You two had been out there longer than you'd expected and it wasn't fair to keep the others any later.

" yeah sorry. We're off now give us like. 2 minutes? " she nodded and headed back inside to grab her cleaning stuff, as you put your phone away and stood up. Steven followed suit and looked down slightly dejectedly at the flowers that were still on the table.

" you can have these " he said softly and passed them over " to say thank you. For being so nice I mean " it was your turn to blush now, a small heat creeping over your cheeks as you accepted the slightly squashed flowers.

" thank you Steven "

" you live near here? Or you getting the tube or? " he asked, fiddling slightly with his hands.

" tube " you nodded.

" can I. Can I walk you there? Bit late innit? Dodgy people around " your heart fluttered at the never ending kindness pouring out of this man.

" I'd like that "

You walked side by side in a comfortable silence as tiredness seemed to creep up on the both of you. You couldn't help but steal a few glances at him as you walked. He seemed even more handsome out of the artificial restaurant lights. The moonlight falling on him perfectly.

Dylan's loss.

You did for a brief moment think about all the questions you'd be asked at work tomorrow. You'd practically had a date with him and you'd only gone to deliver him his food. You knew Amy and the others would have been having a field day watching you, gossiping and spying on you. But that didn't matter right now. Because you'd met quite possibly the loveliest man in London.

“ do you live close? “ you asked as you the tube station came into sight.

“ yeah not far. Like 10 minutes walk. Gonna take you long to get home? “ he asked, hands in his pockets as he glanced at you.

“ no. Streatham “ he nodded and you looked over at him again. You did have the slightest of concern with yourself at how easily you’d let a stranger walk you from work. He could’ve been a serial killer for all knew. But in your defence. He’d been lovely all evening. He was evening walking on the side of the path closest to the road.

Once you reached the tube station you came to a halt and for the first time that evening it was ever so slightly awkward. Neither of you seemingly knowing what to say to the other.

" thank you " you broke the silence " for walking me here. And the flowers. And well, for a lovely dinner. Beats my original plans of eating alone on my sofa " you smiled and he gave a small shrug.

" thank you for saving my evening " he was fiddling with his hands nervously and you had the urge to reach out and hold them.

" text me okay? Still want my tour "

" of course! Of course. Maybe we could do this...Sunday? " you nodded and there was a small silence again. He seemed slightly tentative in asking. Perhaps questioning if you had been genuine. Or worried that you'd maybe meant next week and Not two days away.

But if you were truly honest you'd see him again tomorrow. You'd only spent a short while in his presence and yet you already liked his company.

" that'd be perfect. I'm not doing anything " he seemed relieved at your answer, goofy grin on his face and his shoulders relaxing. Eyes practically glistening with happiness " well. I'll see you Sunday then? "

" yeah absolutely. I'll text you yeah? " you hesitated for a slight moment then leant forward and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. You knew his cheeks would be on fire before you even looked at him again and not to cause him any embarrassment, you turned and headed into the station. Already looking forward Sunday.

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