Two sides of the same coin [M.S & S.G]

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Pairings:Marc Spector (with a hint of Steven) x gn!reader

Words: 1.8k

Summary: What was supposed to be a quiet evening in bed turns tense when Marc pushes you to open up about your thoughts

Warnings: Slightly insecure reader, crying, soft Marc, fluff. As always lmk if I missed anything

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Late evenings were your favourite; it was wonderful to be able to find comfort no matter the season. In the winter you could look out at the cold snowy roads in the comfort of your bed, wrapped up in a big blanket; and now - in the early stages of summer - you could watch the sun set slowly behind the buildings, still somehow wrapped up in your blanket - or actually Steven and Marc’s blanket. Late evenings were also the time you could lay in each other’s company in complete silence - alone together. You had told Steven early on in your relationship that being able to be with a person and do your own thing was something you strived for and of course he couldn’t have agreed more. 

Luckily for you, it seemed as if Marc was very on board for that particular agreement, which is how you ended up in bed glancing from your book to his face every few seconds - even at times just abandoning the words on the page as they blended together in favour of looking at the beauty that was Marc Spector in his most relaxed of states. 

Just as you thought the evening couldn’t be anything but peaceful a small annoying voice in the back of your mind crawled through your head only to get louder by the second. It was the same voice that seemed to manifest its way into your brain whenever you spent time with Marc; it wasn’t as if you didn’t enjoy his company - you most certainly did - it was the thought that he didn’t enjoy yours that filled and overtook the entirety of your thoughts. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Marc chuckled lightly, snapping you out of your thoughts as he moved closer to you on the bed. 

Quickly diverting your eyes your focus fell back on your book as your shoulders drew up in a dismissive shrug. 

“No reason… just thinking,” you murmured with a smile, hoping he would let it go and not question you further. 

Your wish however wasn’t a success. The book in your hand was slowly removed and placed on the other side of Marc and his body was now completely against yours. With a gentle grip, he diverted your eyes to his, giving you a soft smile. Marc’s gaze was gentle - never as gentle as Steven’s - but gentle in his own way. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” he pressed lightly, his thumb smoothing over your jaw as he kept you in place. 

You nibbled lightly on your bottom lip - a stupid habit you had picked up from living with Steven for too long - your fingers fiddled in your lap as you thought of what to say. You were sure Marc could see the thoughts scramble around behind your eyes, but he sat patiently and waited for whatever you had to say. 

“It’s nothing really… silly stuff,” you smiled, laying a hand on top of his on your face. 

Marc hummed thoughtfully, “I would’ve believed that if it hadn’t taken you almost a whole minute to think of an answer.” 

“Wellit is silly,” you argued, voice drawing on a whine. 

“If it’s so silly, why won’t you tell me?” Marc chuckled, grasping your hands and holding them in your lap, starting to grow a little concerned when you kept redirecting the question. He threw a small glance towards the mirror where an equally concerned Steven stared back. 

You noticed the glance, even though you pretended that you didn’t. Now Steven would be concerned as well… great. 

“I don’t know if it’s really haha silly… more like I’m being really stupid silly,” you murmured, your palms feeling sweaty in Marc’s grasp. 

“Okay, baby, you’re scaring me now. Please, just tell me… I promise it’s not stupid,” Marc tried, brows furrowing and creating a crease between them - one you so desperately wanted to smooth over with your thumb. 

You swallowed down the huge lump that had suddenly caught in your throat, feeling the heat rise on your body. It was stupid - you knew that - just a stupid insecure thought that you had let fill your head. And even though you had tried to bury those feelings you couldn’t help the way they always seemed to show up whenever Marc was out. 

“I-I… you know… well, I’ve just been thinking,” you stuttered out with a nervous laugh. 

“Hey hey, baby, breathe,” Marc cooed gently, squeezing your hands in his larger ones. 

A deep gulp of air filled your lungs, doing little to calm the anxiety that had settled in your stomach. 

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t mean it… but you know I love you, right… I would always pick you and Steven?” 

Marc nodded slowly, bringing your knuckle up to his lips quickly to place a kiss on the soft skin before letting you continue. 

“I just can’t help but- but sometimes think that if Steven hadn’t chosen me that y-you wouldn’t have. I just hate to think that you’re stuck with me if you… you don’t want to be,” you mumbled out in a rush, feeling the quickly building sting of tears in your eyes. Prying one hand out of his grasp you fist at your eyes, “sorry, I told you it was silly.” 

Marc looks completely stunned, a flash of hurt passing over his features, but he was quick to hide it when he zeroed in on the tear that slid down the apple of your cheek. He felt guilty in a sense - guilty that he in any way made you feel like he didn’t want you as much as Steven or that he was just stuck with you - because that was furthest from the truth. 

If he was being honest, then yes he was confused and a little weirded out the first time he took over the body only to find out Steven - somehow - had managed to get a partner; not only get a partner but successfully keep a partner as wonderful, caring and understanding as you. Yes, you were awkward and a little weird at times, but Marc found it quite endearing… you were just so unapologetically you. 

And most important of all you loved him - you loved him even though you didn’t have to; you stayed with them both even though Steven was the one you had originally met. So, to hear you air out the same insecurities that lay within Marc was a complete shock. 

“You really think that?” Marc softly spoke - voice so low it was dawning on a whisper. 

Your shoulders lifted into a shrug as you sniffled, “I wouldn’t blame you if you felt that way… I mean, you just woke up one day and suddenly had a partner that you had absolutely no say in choosing,” you tried to cover the pain in your voice with a shaky laugh, “you and Steven are so different in so many ways.” 

Marc’s hands were gentle - tentative- as he pulled you in between his legs and hugged you tightly to his chest, “hey you listen to me; yeah, I won’t lie to you, it was surprising waking up to find a sweet little thing such as yourself prancing around in our kitchen in only my shirt…” 

Your face heated, warmth spreading throughout your body at the memory of the day you met Marc. 

“… but even though I was surprised and confused I couldn’t be more grateful that Steven somehow managed to convince you to date him. And I’m even more grateful that somehow I convinced you to date me too.” 

You lifted your hand to his cheek, feeling the stubble under your fingers, “you didn’t have to convince me of anything and neither did Steven,” you whispered. 

“No matter the reason, you still chose to stay, my precious understanding baby, and I thank my lucky stars for that,” Marc chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours.

A soft smile lit up your face, your eyes falling closed at the gentle touch of his hands along your back, his fingers scratching and caressing your hip. You loved Marc like this - so gentle and careful with you - letting himself be vulnerable; you’re sure you have Steven to thank for that with the way he always pesters Marc to be more open with you. 

“I’m sorry for overthinking… I just get in my own head,” you whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder to snuggle into the crook of his neck breathing in the familiar comforting scent of the men you love. 

“Don’t apologize, I mean it. I’m sorry for not making it clear enough that…,” Marc began his voice lowering to a whisper, “- I’m head over heels in love with you.” 

Heat spread across your face and neck as the sweet words flowed down to warm your heart, making the organ thump more vigorously. Marc’s breath was warm on your face, his lips lingering on your cheek, brushing softly against the skin. 

“I love you too,” you sighed contently, letting your eyes drift shut, soaking up the affectionate pecks that Marc left for you. 

Only a minute of peace passed between you before Marc’s chest shook with a chuckle and a scoff. 

“Steven’s jealous,” he whispered to you as if Steven couldn’t still hear him. You giggled at that reaching up to stroke his cheek gently. 

“I can take care of that.” 

Marc hummed, leaving one last peck on your cheek before his eye twitched and a different kind of softness spread through them - undoubtedly Steven. No matter how long you had known them it never failed to surprise you just how obvious the change was; even the smallest things were clear giveaways to who was fronting - just in how they carried themselves and most obvious of all the accents, of course. 

“Hi, Stevie,” you whispered with a grin, keeping your head on his shoulder as you had with Marc, blinking up at him with a lovesick look in your eyes. 

“Hiya, darling,” Steven matched your tone with a shy smile, “just wanted a cuddle as well.” 

Wiggling impossibly closer to him, you basked in the warmth he produced and exhaled contently, “I think I can manage that.” 

Steven tightened his hold on you, his fingers gliding up and down your arm holding you with such care you couldn’t help but feel like the most important person in the world. The steady hum of his voice was enough to put your mind and body at ease, letting his warmth engulf you and lull you to a state of pure bliss - teetering on the edge of sleep. 

“I’m glad you and Marc got everything sorted,” Steven spoke softly in between his humming. 

A tired hum of acknowledgement and a low ‘me too’ was quite frankly all you could manage in your dreamlike state, but Steven didn’t seem to mind; a small gentle smile spread on his face as he looked upon your shut eyes and your peaceful face. 

“I love you, darling,” was the last thing you heard before sleep finally dragged you under.

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Birds of the Same Feather, Fuck Together

SUMMARY:You had your own demons you needed to deal with on a daily basis. It was a good thing you had Steven, Marc, Jake, and even Khonsu to help you elevate your symptoms from time to time.
PROMPT(S): “against the window? are you insane?”; “I thought we’d agreed to share her”
CHARACTERS:Steven Grant x Wife!Reader; Marc Spector x Wife!Reader; Jake Lockley x Wife!Readerl; Khonshu x Reader
WARNINGS: Smut. Unprotected P in V. Choking. Slight Exhibitionism. Creampie. Violence. Assault. Unhealthy Mental State. Marital Arguments. Shitty Work-Life Balance. Asshole Co-workers. Khonshu being…Khonshu.
WORDS:6,218
REQUESTED BY: @emmy626
A/N: Holy fuck was this long. Thought about separating each one of the boys for this one and a crack! one for Khonshu since I’m still a coward to write monster fucking with that man–but soon. real soon. Hope you guys enjoy~

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The thing about Steven was how gentle he could be, sassy at times, but oh so gentle when it comes to you. Now that most of the blackouts were resolved and understood, things in your shared apartment were more stable–at least for the most part. When you’ve met his other alters, you’ve learned to accept him for who he was, for all of who everyone was. Khonsu on the other hand, it took a while for you to accept him as part of the whole setup up, he might not be an alter, but there were times where the God of the Moon and Time.

You loved Steven, loved every single thing about him.  Loved all his alternates the same way as him. Equally and irrevocably. It was a part of him that you can never leave without just as much as he could never.

“Brought you chocolates.”

A smile broke from your lips the moment you stepped out of your office and he was the first person you had come face to face with. A box of chocolate in his grasp. His gentle smile resting on his features. His fluffy hair resting on his forehead and you were already aching to just brush your hands through them. Stepping closer to him, your free hand come to hold onto his own free hand as the both of you made your walk towards his apartment.

“How was work?” He inquired.

“Same old, same old.” You sighed, not wanting to tell Steven about how much of an ass your boss was and how every single one of your co-workers were leaving their tasks for you to finish up while they continue on with their daily gossiping. It was getting on your nerves but you didn’t have it in you to say anything–the pay was good, but it was getting too much some days. “Just happy I got to be with you for the weekend.”

You were actually excited. Not only because you have the entire weekend to spend with your husband, but the fact that this weekend would mark your one year anniversary since you’ve two gotten married. Being to have him all to yourself was all you could ever need for now. You wrapped your tired arm around his waist, head resting on his shoulder as you both continued on your way back to your apartment. It was quite a long walk, better to have taken the bus, but you just wanted to spend some time with your husband instead of dealing with other cranky workers on their way home.

In the chaos of your shared apartment, you felt most at peace. Placing the box of chocolate your husband had given you on the table. You had made your way towards where your husband was in the kitchen. His focus had been on preparing tea for the both of you while you unwind for the weekend. You slipped your arms around his waist, relishing in his warmth and enjoying just being able to touch him like you did right now.

“You want to talk about it, Love?” He inquired to which had been how you both found yourselves cuddled on the sofa, ignoring the growing cold tea on the coffee table.

You finally spoke about your day, how much of a shitty people you had the misfortune of working with. You continued on with explaining how their constant ridiculing affected you mentally. You both needed the money, with the both of you wanting to save before you finally start a family, quitting was not an option. Not with the things going on with Steve and the rest of his alters.

Your husband listened, never once interrupting you, lips kissing your forehead whenever you felt the most frustrated during the anecdotes of today’s work day as well as the nightmare of the past few weeks. His hands rubbed against your back, nails gently scratching against your back. When you no longer spoke, your face nestled against the crook of his neck, you tried to fight of the stress and it was in this moment your husband had pulled you on top of him, arms wrapped around you. The warmth of his touch slowly but surely elevating everything that has happened throughout the day.

In the silence, things turn more heated as you kissed him–hoping to forget the rest of the week and try as you possibly could to just focus on your husband. To act like you were just newly weds all over again. The life that was always been simple, the promises and the plans you had made for each other, the domestic bliss of your every day life with him.

“Come on Stevie, go harder on me. I won’t break.” You moaned, trying to urge your husband to fuck you harder on the sofa, but the fear in his eyes of hurting you still present in his features. This was your love, the man that would do anything and everything in his life to ensure you wellbeing was prioritized. It made you fall and fall more in love with him–but this moment, all you needed was to be fucked, thoroughly so.

“No.” He continue to refuse, his hips more dangerously slow this time. “Please, take it slow and let me love you like you deserve to be loved.”

Before you could plead for him, he thrusted inside of you up to the hilt taking the breath right out of you in the process.

His hands cupped your face, pulling you into a kiss. His movement continued on to be slow with an even pace. Ramming you right into the sofa, tears slowly ran down your cheeks at all of this pent up sensation you were feeling. The shitty weeks you had at work, how you never felt you were worth shit because of them–to this, to the look on your husband’s eyes as he continuous to fuck you to whisper you praises, about the things you had never seen about yourself that he could see. He appreciates and hopes to God each day that you will never tire of.

“Come for me, Love.” He pleaded against your lips, his movement growing faster, the sensation of his cock sliding in and out, exactly where you need him to be. “Let go.”

And you did, releasing in time for him to spill himself deep inside you. The sensation and all that the both of you had planned for the weekend finally placed you at ease. Pulling him on top of you, you could only smile, relieved to have this–to have him.

“You’ll have your time with her.” You heard your husband muttered making you turn to face him, amused with what he was arguing with his other alters this time.

“What is it this time?” You asked, rubbing his back, legs wrapped around his waist, still not prepared to have him pull away from you.

“Jake said, and I quote: ‘I thought we’d agreed to share her’, needy bunch they are.” He muttered making you giggle and pepper your husband’s face with kisses.

“Give me a few more minutes and you could share me all you want for the weekend.” You assured him already feeling him harden back all over again for you.

“Why don’t you say that to my face again instead.”

Mid-argument, you wouldn’t think Marc would front–but here he stood after you spoke the things you know you didn’t even mean. The deep frown rested on his lips as he sat on the single-seat sofa in front of you. Arms crossed against his chest, legs spread wide and with you still standing he intimidated you to a fault. You didn’t even know how the argument with your husband started. You were in the last leg of your patience when it comes to your co-workers, Steven wasn’t helping as he continued to insist on you quitting. You couldn’t not after things with whatever he was dealing with his alters aren’t making much of a progress and your work was the only stable things the both of you had for a while.

It was questions about how he could provide for the two of you now, as he was banned from the National Museum after the stunt he pulled and you were certain he was blacklisted everywhere else within a 5-mile radius because of a bird brain for a God that fucked everything up for the both of them. You were angry, rightfully so for the people around you, but Steve didn’t deserve it, now that you’re facing Marc instead of him, you realized it as well.

You were quiet now, all the outburst you had in you had magically faded away. Embarrassment was quick to replaced all the anger you’ve felt.

“You got two options, either you calm down and we talk this through or keep talking and I fuck you into submission. Either option works for me and Steve doesn’t seem to mind either way with the way you were talking to him.”

You blinked, unprepared still for Marc to face you now.

“I’d like to see you make me, Spector.” Your brain was yet to filter your stupidity and you found yourself manhandled by the man in one fluid motion.

Clothes torn up, naked and edged for the life out of you, this was the last thing you would have expected Marc to do with you.

“Hands against the window, Y/N.” His order held no room for argument, but the fact that you were naked and could barely stand on your two feet after his torturous tongue and finger brought you over and over to the edge without any hope of end once again pulled the filter between your brain and your mouth.

“Against the window? Are you insane?” You questioned and Marc was quick to shove you face first into the glass window. A part of you was thankful your shared apartment was a good few floors up and the only chance either of you would get caught in this situation was if they looked up and focused on your floor’s window.

The busy street of people heading home could not be bothered and you hope it would stay that way for whatever your husband has planned for you.

Hands resting against the cool window, you waited with bated breath for what he would do. His rough hands gently nudged you forward until you’re practically glued to the floor ceiling window. You shivered at the sensation of the cold window against your nipples. Before you could turn to see what he has planned, the radiating pain against your scalp had your full attention as Marc fisted your hair and maneuvered your head until your cheek was smooshed against the window.

“Are you gonna continue to be difficult, Baby?” He inquired, the head of his cock lined against your entrance but he was yet to make any action of slipping in. “Because I can do this all day and not even break a sweat?”

You refused to say another word, not trusting yourself to say the right thing and stop the torture that was of your own doing. Instead, you shook your head, wanting to stop the never ending torture your husband was willing to throw at you without hesitation.

“Use your damn words, you love to use it to hurt us, remember?”

The first line of sob escaped your lips now. You didn’t mean to hurt them, most especially Steven. You were projecting the anger you had from work to him, to everyone of them and it was finally coming to hit you in full force. You didn’t mean to hurt any of them, it was never your intention. And you just found yourself crying and but unable to tell all three of them how sorry you were and how you would be compromising when the opportunity to do so finally arises.

Marc had now wrapped his arms around your torso, slipping deep inside you and a whimper was there to replace your sob. Relief of finally being able to feel him inside you. The familiar sting of his cock stretching you to your limit was slowly but surely helping you out of the darkest part of your own mind. Hands holding onto your waist as he continued to shove himself deep inside you.

All the anger and tribulation you had felt for the day had slowly faded away and your mind was brought back to the present. To this man, whose one and only intention in your relationship was to make you safe, happy, and sane to live the day to day as the world might see it fit.

His hips continued on slamming onto you, every intention on splitting you in half for all you were worth.

Your breath continued to fog against the window, no longer did you feel self-conscious with the little fact that there was a possibility someone could see the both of you.

Slowly, you could find yourself creeping into the familiar release, but as you felt your wall begin to tighten his movement begin to slow and you found yourself sobbing for him. Pleading for him for your release but it was left in deaf ears as he slowed his pace. He pulls out and you felt him move away from you, the absence of his warmth brought you further into tears now at this point. But you didn’t move, no longer had any fight in you nor did you have any voice of protest to make.

You closed your eyes, listening for anything to give you a clue of your husband’s whereabouts, for whatever plan he might have for you. You didn’t have the strength to move, to turn and see him and prepare yourself for what he has left for you.

“What does it feel like when you don’t have any control of yourself and of the situation that could be easily resolved with the right communication? Fucking hurts doesn’t it?” Marc inquired. “Now think what I feel, what Steven feels, hell, even Jake is quiet when you said what you said.” he spat.

“I’m sorry.” The two words was all you needed to say before you were pulled back into your husband’s arms finally pulling you in for the first kiss since the whole argument started. “I didn’t mean to…it’s just everything and everyone and I don’t know what I need to handle first.”

You continued to sob in the arms of your husband. He continued on to kiss you, slowly growing faint as he clung to you just as much as you did to him. He had his eyes closed now. A sigh of relief finally escaping his lips as he settled at you.

“We can’t keep doing this, you can’t keep using Steven as a punching bag when shit happens at work. We’re here to listen, you know we are always here for you because we love you, through sickness and health, till death takes me first.” He points out.

You found yourself snorting at his words, there was always this never ending joke between all four of you that they were far too certain with the fact that they would die first–may it be from whatever mission or job they might find themselves involved in, or whatever crazy illness or curse Khonshu might throw at them if he doesn’t get what he wants. It scares you sometimes when you are alone at home and they are out somewhere, the reality of it actually happening–and yet you continue to choose to be a shitty wife just for the hell of it.

“I promise to communicate more.” You whisphered after a moment. Finally having the words to say what you needed to. “I’ll try and take less shifts if I can so I don’t stress myself out.”

“Good.” He smirked eyes opening back up before he held you up by your thighs and thrusted into you, back slammed against the window and you feared that his strength could get the better of him.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself as he finally returned to his former steady pace and from the way his brown eyes grow black as he was ready to chase his own release along with your own. Your breast squished against his chest as he practically glued himself to you as he continued to fuck your through the window. His breath grows rugged now, warmth fanning against your cheeks as you whimpered at the brutal pace that was bringing you right back up to the peak.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop, Spector.” You threatened before you finally stilled, muscles clenched, milking him for all it was worth. Relief washed over you, finally slipping into your much needed release.

“Fuck.” He growled spilling deep inside you, before halting all together and resting most of his weight on you. “Promise me you’re not gonna make Steven pull away.” he whispered.

“Promise.” You whispered, nuzzling against the crook of his neck. A promise you were now more than willing to make.

Unlike Steven and Marc, Jake wasn’t about to stand around and let everyone step all over you. Nah, if anyone fucks with his girl, he fucked them right back. He didn’t know exactly how it happened, but with him fronting and assigned to fetch you from your office, it was the biggest mistake Marc and Steven had ever decided to do for the day.

Unlike Marc or Steven–especially Steven, his eyes was not only focused on you the moment you had stepped out of the doors. He had eyes everywhere. He notices the smallest of details that Marc or Steven might have disregarded because of their focus solely on you. But not him, he loved you, adored you and the only woman he could openly admit he was more than willing to worship for as long as he was alive. He saw the smallest nudge one of your co-workers had done that almost had you missing your step had he not been quick enough to catch you.

He doesn’t say much about what had happened, but he knew you didn’t want to acknowledge it as much and fearing he might make a scene that would ruin whatever reputation you still had in the office you work in. But he remembers faces, got a few people he knows that might help with putting a name to those faces. He will deal with it later, his attention was solely focus on you at this point.

“How’s work, Mi Amor?” He inquired, face softening with how you were quick to wrap your arms around his torso–ignoring the fact that the both of you were still standing in the middle of the reception hall.

“Tiring, but got shorter shifts for the next few months.” You explained against his chest, pulling away an inch to crane your head to look right up at him. “Can’t say the same for the rest of the colleagues that need to pick up what I’ll leave behind.” You shrugged.

“Fuck them.” Jake spoke without an ounce of hesitation in his words, caring less now at this point if anyone in your office hears you.

“Now we know who she’s spreading her legs for and why she’s slacking.”

Just like lighting, he moved, quick to place his hand around the man’s throat. He could deal with you telling how much of a piece of shit your co-workers were. He could deal with how they constantly throw most of their own work right at you because you could and you wanted peace to remain in the office. But this, the filth in the man’s words was the last thing he wanted to hear–the last thing he wanted you to hear.

“Jake, don’t.” You pleaded, holding on to his hand that still held onto the poor sorry ass excuse of a man by the throat, one single squeeze and he could break his neck without much of an effort.

“What’s your fucking name?” Jake questioned, eyes solely focused on the man. The man who–from the wet puddle that formed on the floor and the wretched stench after, had pissed and shit himself. “Make me wait another second and I’m gonna make sure no one fucking recognizes your body when I’m done with you.”

“Greg.” The bastard whimpered. No longer was there the bravado from his initial statement.

“Here’s what’s gonna fucking happen, Greg. You and everyone that is in the fucking vicinity of my wife will not harm even a single hair on her fucking body, you will not speak shit that you do not even know about her, and the next time my wife comes home with tears in her eyes because you and the rest of your fucking flock of clowns that can’t do their work properly–we’re gonna have a talk.” Jake’s threats were what aroused both Marc and Steven out of whatever slumber the might have and what a fucking way to wake up to. Him, in the brink of breaking your co-worker’s neck for your honor.

Hearing no verbal confirmation, he cracked his free hand, ready to beat him up just to get a point, but the piece of shit was practically crying and agreeing to whatever condition he might have and apologizing to you for all the shit he has put you through.

“Get out of my face, You puta.” He spat finally letting go of the man’s neck and watching him make a run for it.

The next thing he knows, he was held by the ear by you. Blushing profusely for the incident.

“Are you fucking serious, Lockley?” You snapped, dragging him out of the reception and into the busy streets of London, by the ear of all places.

“Gotta protect what’s mine.” He muttered rubbing his ear as soon as you let go.

“Protect me? You were practically pissing at me for your territory.” You snapped, hands up in the air in your frustration. “I don’t even fucking know if I have anything to go back to in the morning because of your stunt.”

What he failed to tell you, and the rest of his alters was the small little fact that he knows your boss. And all the shit he’s gotten himself involved with over the years, firing you would be the last of his agenda–especially if he knows who you were married to. He did not need to tell you that, knowing this was the safest job you could be in as of the moment–shitty co-workers, but safe from whoever might use you against him when the time comes.

“I think when they find out the shit he’s saying, they’re gonna turn a blind eye if you they want you to not report that for harassments.” He shrugged as a matter of factly only earning an eye roll from you as you started walking towards the apartment with him following quickly behind. Marc and Steven’s voices berating him for his action kept him company all throughout the journey back.

He knew perfectly well you were fuming, but not enough to actually explode on him–which was a surprise for once. He would have thought you would just lose it in the office. But somehow your 'conversation’ with Marc a few days back finally got to you. Things around the apartment was getting more easy for everyone involved, less work meant less stress on your end which meant less tension back home when both of you just want to relax and sleep the night away.

He didn’t realize the door to your shared apartment was locked until the moment he turned the doorknob.

“Really mature, Mi Amor.” He muttered under his breath, pulling out the key from his pocket.

'I don’t blame her for being annoyed. Not one bit.’ Steven points out to which Jake just continued to ignore for now. It wasn’t the time and the place.

He took his time walking inside your shared apartment. Initially it always screamed that of your place as well as Steven, but every since you had found out about him and Marc, you had made it a point to ensure that they were both included in everything in the place. You all had your own coffee cups, with names and all. Everyone had their own towels, toothbrush, hell even their own respective space in the closet and space in the vanity for whatever was in their vanity table. You made this place a home to Steven just as much for him and Marc and that made him fall more and more in love with you. He had his doubts, you know it just as much as everyone else did, but further and further, through all your own faults at times, you made him feel love when all he had known all his life was anger and hatred for the life they had for themselves.

Seeing no sign of you in the living room, he made his way to the bedroom, halting in his step at the sight of you undressing. His eyes glued to your supple skin, your bare ass that he wants nothing more than to mark with his handprint.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Lockley. I’m still mad.” You muttered slowly unhooking your bra, the last remaining article of clothing you had left.

“I ain’t apologizing for keeping you safe, Mi Amor. You know me and you know my ways.” He stood his ground and the fuck he would even dare apologize for it. You’ve dealt with worse without him knowing.

“If I told you to kill someone, you won’t hesitate will you?” Your question was rhetorical but his silence was enough of an answer to your question. “Oh my god, that’s not how it works in life, Jake.”

“You spread your legs to me when I damn well please, but it is no one’s business but our own.” He snapped. “If you can’t earn their respect from working hard and picking up their mess then fear will make sure they know their place in this food chain, Y/N. That is what the real world is like.”

You simply rolled your eyes at him and made your way to the bathroom to which Jake was quick to follow, halting by the door frame and you turned on the shower without him, you were still facing him at this point. Defiance still written on your face.

“I’m serious, Jake. I’m not in the mood after your stunt in the office.” You muttered but his eyes was focused on your soaking body from more than just the water washing over you. The wetness between your legs was more than that.

“I said nothing, Mi Amor.” He smirked, eyes darkening at all of the idea he had for you.

“Jake…”

“I’m a starving man here, Y/N. I can look since I’m not allowed to touch.” He smirked knowing it wouldn’t take much to break you at this point.

“Just get in the shower, Lockley before I change my mind.” You snapped finally turning to face away from him, hiding the evident blush now painting your features.

And that was how Jake found himself in, showering in a far too scalding temperature of the water and consumed by you and your kisses.

“We’re gonna get the sheets wet!” You protest, barely dry from the shower you had with your husband as he carried you bridal style straight to bed.

“I’ll change it after, don’t worry about it.”

All that was important in this moment was him and how quick he can have himself balls deep inside of you.

Somehow with you, now laid on the bed, your still wet hair fanned on the bedsheets, all he could ever want was this. The smile on your face, no matter what shitty thing he might find himself having to do for the sake of the agreement, here you were. With your own demons, but helped each and every part of him with his own–of the neglect and abuse he had to endure at the hands of his own mother for something he never intended to happen as a kid.

You didn’t need much of a preparation, you were slick and ready for him. He pushed himself until he was balls deep inside you just like what he always wanted. He was rough, he held you by the neck. Not tight to cause you to lose conscience, but tight enough to constrict your airway. His other hand held onto your leg wide, until your knee was touching your shoulder. He pounded over you over and over again. The sound of the bed continued to squeak, the headboard slamming onto the wall over and over again, and your breathy whimper continued to escape your lips.

“I will kill anyone and everyone that would even think of looking at your general direction.” He spat jerking himself over and over again deep inside you, the sensation of hitting your cervix brought him close to the edge. “I am Vengeance, for you and for whatever Khonshu would want from me.” He snarled.

Letting go of your neck, he lifted your other leg and practically bent you in half as he continued to fuck you even faster, dragging you right towards the much needed release alongside him.

“Come on, Mi Amor.” He growl. “Where is the fight in you?” He taunts. “Where is the fucking fight just moments ago when I threatened that sorry excuse of a man.”

“I’m close.” You sobbed instead, hand rubbing against your core and Jake just found himself watching. The desperation in your eyes as you continuous to chase your orgasm.

His spat all the profanities he could, how he owned you, how you will be painted in the blood of all of his enemies, and how he would make you watch him skin the next person that would even dare try to hurt you. How you tightened at the last two brought him into chaos and satisfaction.

“Fuck!” He groaned as you’ve finally found your release, how you were now gripping onto his like a vice and he continued on with his movement until he felt the first spurt then lines after lines after.

Your eyes rolled back as you finally stilled.

Silence lingered in your bedroom and only now did he hear the sound of his neighbor knocking to keep it down and something he chose to ignore for now.

He peppered your legs a few kisses before finally bringing them back down and rubbing your side while you come down from your high. You were panting just as much as he was as he finally pulled away with a pop and the sight of his cum pooling between your legs almost brought turned him rock hard all over again.

“You’re staying here tonight.” You pointed out finally turning to look at him. “If you even think of doing the stunt you’ve done in the office now, I swear to God I’ll be the one to talk to Khonshu to kick your ass.”

He rolled his eyes falling onto the bed and pulling you to his naked chest. He wasn’t gonna do it.

“Promise me.”

“I promise I ain’t gonna leave the apartment tonight.” he muttered.

“That’s not what I want you to promise, Jake.”

“I ain’t gonna promise something I’m not gonna keep. I’m here tonight, in bed with you for your beck and call, so be happy about that.” He grumbled.

“Jake!”

“One more word, Mi Amor and that mouth of yours will be busy with something else instead.”

Silence. That’s more like it.

“You’re an asshole, Lockley.”

Always wanting to have the last word.

Since you’ve learned about your husband’s extra curricular activities every night, you’ve gotten more comfortable with late nights. The array of self-defense lessons you’ve gotten from both Marc and Jake had also been helpful. Steven was more into helping you talk your way out of numerous trouble you might find yourself getting involved in. Your confidence had been a little better now, no longer did you have your self-doubt about yourself and with how you work. You have your husbands to thank for it. You were trying hard to better yourself and help him with his own day to day trials and being able to be there for them when they need you the most was the first real reason why you needed to take the first step for your own betterment.

“I’m surprised they’ve let you out all on your own.”

Turning from where you were walking, you know perfectly well the owner of the voice.

“Following me is far beneath you, Khonshu.” You pointed out, gazing at one of the buildings to see him settled. “Never thought of you as a Voyeur too.” You teased watching as the older God had descended down and surprisingly turned into the image of your husband.

“Still a worm, I see.” He sneers to which you roll your eyes and continue on your walk to the convenience store for something to eat while your husband was out–well technically he was here, but you really are confused as hell if it’s really him or if Khonshu is just fucking with you at this point.

“Still a bird brain I see.” You quipped hearing him follow you far too close for you to be comfortable with–even if this was your husband. “Is that really my husband or is this another one of your party tricks?”

“Unfortunately, I have to carry this bag of potatoes back to you.” He grunts.

You smiled, holding onto the God (your husband’s) hand in appreciation. He might be a little grouchy from time to time, but you appreciate that he still cares for your husband and would rather he be taken home in his own terms than left to fend for himself. It seems the God has a soft spot for them.

You’ve made your way to the convenience store with your hand still holding on to his own, from an outsider’s perspective, all they could see was normal and far too handsome man for his own good. But you saw differently from the reflection. You held onto your husband’s rough but gentle hands but the reflection was showing that of Khonshu is his form. You should have been scared by such fact but you didn’t. Your husbands trusted you enough with the truth of his line of work, and with all the rhyme and reason when it comes to the God, you know perfectly well he has a soft spot for you–you might just buy him his own set of stuff for the apartment when you have the free time.

“Brought you gummy worms as well.” You point out once the both of you headed out of the convenience store with the plastic bag filled with far too many unhealthy snacks.

“Why am I not surprised.”

“You’ll love it, Birdman.” You teased right back as the both of you finally made your way back to the apartment and handing Khonshu the bag of gummies, you had ordered him to strip to his underwear and sit on the bed while you inspect the damage of this night’s mission.

“Is this a daily occurance for all of you?” He inquired, trying his best to keep a straight face while chewing the extremely sour gummy worms.

“I need to make sure there’s nothing that needs stitches.” You pointed out, lifting his arm seeing the bruises starting to form. “I know he’s sort of–but not really, invincible at this point, but it helps me to know they’re all fine.” You explained, trying to feel for his ribs, checking if there was anything broken and you rose a brow at how the God who was still possessing your husband’s breath had hitched at your touch.

You continued on with your inspection, the God no longer focused on his gummies, but instead on the way you were touching him. How your hands would be gentle still, fearing something might hurt or if he was sore. You rolled your eyes and pushed him down onto his back without much of a fight from him. He’s got it bad.

“Get out of the body Khonshu so I could talk to my husbands.” You requested, hand cupping the evidently growing erection confined in his boxers.

“A tease you are, Y/N.” He muttered eyes rolling and the familiar scream of Steven was there to replace it as he sat up and ready to fight.

“Where am I?” He questioned looking at his surroundings before easing himself as he caught sight of you. “Love? What happened? I blackedout.”

“Khonshu was nice enough to bring you guys home.” You assured. “Kicked him out of your body before he gets any funny ideas.” You continued.

“A tease!” You and your husband turned to see Khonshu floating by the window watching your conversation.

“I knew you were a voyeur, Birdman.” You teased confusing your husband further and Khonshu finally decided he has enough and left you both alone for some much needed privacy for the night.

You’ll thank him some other time.

Happier

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

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

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

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

Marc Spector. AKA Steven Grant. AKA Jake Lockley.

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

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

"Y/N?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You told them about me?” He questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Misunderstanding - Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant

(GIF credit to@laters-gators​)

Requested by anonymous: ‘I saw that you were looking for moon knight requests. So I had this idea for established relationships between Marc x reader and Steven x reader. Where marc/Steven are out doing recon for a potential big bad at this club. Where the reader also happens to be. They see her dancing with another guy, who is just a friend, and both of their reactions to jealousy/how they deal with the situation’

Characters:Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Meanings:(Y/N)=Your name

Warnings:Jealousy, possessiveness, swearing, some fluff

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“I feel so old right now.” Steven whined as they entered the club, the unrecognisable, blaring music made him wince, and the sight of huge crowds of people made him feel anxious.

“Well, we’re not here for a good time. Keep an eye out for this guy, Konshu really isn’t happy with him.” Marc replied, already looking around the place.

Konshu had them on another mission, they were after someone who cheated people out of their money through a made up religion, one loosely based on the Egyptian gods. This man told people that if they wanted to be safe from all the new demons and aliens entering our world, they could trust him to ease their sorrows. He might as well have flipped Konshu off right in his face.

Marc leaned againd the bar as he ordered a drink, facing the people whilst he still looked for their guy. However, someone else caught his attention. He sighed, causing Steven to panic.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Our girlfriend is here.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, shit. I know she said she was going out tonight, but it just had to be this club, didn’t it?”

There you were, in all your glory having a great time with your friends. You hadn’t been out for so long, having to miss nights out because of work being so hectic recently. Now you really had a chance to let done your hair and party with a good drink in your hand.

Marc and Steven were in awe of you, they always were but you looked so gorgeous in your new dress. It was fitting to your body that they loved so much, a beautiful colour on you, and it was quite short. Though Marc had gently voiced his concerns about the length of the dress before you left, he couldn’t help but think of ravishing you in it.

“Should we go over?”

“No, not until this is dealt with.”

Marc and Steven couldn’t help but be distracted by you as they tried to track down this bad guy. Although they were being thorough with their search, their gaze would always flick back to you. They loved watching you dance, they loved seeing you happy. They just wished they could be down there with you.

“I don’t think our sources were being entirely truthful, Marc.” Steven sighed. They had gone around this club dozens of times.

“No, I think you’re right buddy. But, I don’t think we should leave just yet.”

“(Y/N)?”

“Yep, might as well enjoy the rest of the night.”

Marc had a small smile on his face as he made his way towards you, luckily having spotted you within a few minutes. He was making his way through the crowd, avoiding flying limbs and hair being whipped around, when he saw you dancing with someone else, another man.

“Who’s this guy?”

Marc’s smile had now vanished, a deep frown on his face as he stormed towards you. You were so in your element that you never noticed him until he bumped into you.

“Hey!” you complained before seeing Marc.“Babe, you’re here!”

He let you throw your arms around him in glee, glaring at the man you had been dancing with.

“What are you doing here? This is a nice surprise.”

“Work.” he bluntly replied.

“Oh, well, are you finished with that?”

“Yeah. Hey, who’s your friend?”

“This is Max. We work together.”

“Do you now?”

Marc had been staring at Max the whole time. Max was uncomfortable, trying to carry on dancing with their other friends.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing.”

“There is. Babe, are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Not physically.”

“Why don’t you join us? It will be nice to let loose for a bit.”

“No, I think I’d rather go home.”

“Right, well, I’m not going to enjoy myself anymore. I can’t stay here with a guilty conscious knowing something is wrong. Just wait a minute.”

You started saying goodbye to your friends, briefly explaining why you were leaving. You ignored their pleas for you to stay, knowing that they thought your boyfriend was being controlling (they hadn’t been formally introduced, it was something you and the boys were trying to figure out. Who would you introduce in the first place?). But Marc or Steven could be seriously hurt, or Konshu could have said something to rile them up. It wasn’t worth staying out for a few more hours when you would just be worrying about them.

Though mad, Marc still took your hand, easily getting you two out of the crowds and the club.

“Steve buddy, you’re going to have to take over for a while.” Marc suddenly said.

Steven had no time to protest as they switched. Once in control of the body, he looked down at you, how confused you looked.

“What’s going on Steven?” 

“We’ll talk back at the flat, yeah?”

You wanted to talk about it now, you were impatient. The mix of booze and euphoria from the good amount of hours dancing had given you a slight confidence boost, and you were going to speak up until you noticed Steven’s expression; he looked hurt, like someone had said something horrible to him. It clicked that back in the club Marc had asked who you were dancing with, but his name didn’t matter, it was another man at the end of the day. You decided to wait until you were home to talk, the guilt already eating away at you.

Steven hadn’t held your hand like he usually did, didn’t let you walk into the flat first either. He wasn’t intentionally being rude (you hoped), his mind was elswhere. It was easy to see that Steven didn’t know what to do or where to stand, so you started the ocnversation.

“I think I know why you’re both upset.”

No reply.

“You saw me dancing with Max and thought it was a random guy. I’m sorry that you thought we were…flirting, I guess, but I would never do that to either of you!”

“We know but…it still hurt (Y/N). And you were so nonchalant about it too. As if it didn’t matter that you, our girlfriend, was dancing with another man.”

“But we’re friends!”

“He might like you!”

“He doesn’t! He has a girlfriend too.”

“Some people aren’t faithful.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“No, not you, I meant Max.”

“He’s a good friend of mine. And even if he did make advances towards me I would immediately push him away! I love you two, I could never love anyone else.”

Steven was startignt to believe you. You were sincere, you weren’t causing a screaming match. Yes, your tone was stern but because you were trying to make your point.

“It’s just…well, I’m not exactly the manliest man, Marc’s better at that than me. So sometimes when other men look at you, I feel like you would want someone who can hold their own a bit better than me. Someone more confident. And sometimes I wonder if you’re better off with just Marc.”

Even Marc felt a pang in his chest. You stood up, walking over to your boyfriend.

You spoke softly.“Do you hear yourself right now? Steven, how much have you gone through and overcome? You discovered someone else living in your own body, you became a superhero! You’re so smart, and you constantly make me laugh with your cheesy jokes. Not to mention the sweetest man I have ever met, who I know I can go to for anything, whether it be a problem or just someone to talk to about a new TV show. I’m so in love with you, and I’m in love with you because of those things. You’re you Steven, and you’re amazing. I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel any other way sometimes, I won’t do it again.”

Steven glanced towards the mirror.

“I accept her apology.”

Marc groaned.“Don’t give in so easily! This isn’t fair on us.”

“(Y/N) has apologised and explained herself. Perhaps if you have a problem, you should speak to her.”

Marc was stubborn, but he also wanted to prove a point to Steven. She shouldn’t have been dancing with Max in the first place. They switched again, Steven sitting back and watching the car crash that was about to take place.

“Marc, I really don’t want a screaming match.”

“You can’t expect me to be OK with all of this.”

“Were you not listening to what I said to Steven? You two, my boyfriends who I love and adore equally, have nothing to worry about. How many times have I laid awake with you when you can’t sleep? How many-”

“Don’t try to guilt trip me. It might work on Steven, but not on me.”

“Hey!”

“What?! I’m not! I’m trying to explain to you that Max is nothing but a friend and co-worker who I happened to be dancing with the moment you spotted me. I have danced with everyone else tonight. Neither of us are disloyal to our partners, and it actually offends me that you think I would even cheat on you in the first place.”

“I worry for your safety. So many men look at you-”

“And so many women look at you! It doesn’t matter whether it’s Marc or Steven. You’re incredibly handsome. Do you know how many times I’ve caught women and men staring at you? I’m not trying to turn this on you Marc. I’m sorry to you too, I know what your first thought must have been. But you have to trust me, I would never betray you like that. I love you with all my being.”

Marc knew that he was just riled up and pissed off. He needed to let off some steam (especially since he had wasted a night on a mission that got no where), and unfortunately you were in the firing line. He let out a big sigh.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too. I just love you too much to lose you.”

“I know it’s out of love and not spite babe. Are we friends again?”

He smiled, pulling you into himself.“Best friends.”

“You can be so cute sometimes. I think you’re turning into Steven a little bit.”

He quickly kissed you.“Don’t push it.”

The Necklace-Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant x Jake Lockley

(GIF credit to@anhandfulgirl18)

Summary:Reader gets a special necklace.

Characters: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader, Jake Lockley x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings:Slight sexual themes, fluff

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(Y/N) smiled as the jeweller showed her the necklace she had just purchased. It was perfect. The piece was thin and delicate, with three, small letters hanging in the middle; M, S and J.

“Is this for your family?” the shop assistant asked.

(Y/N) realised she couldn’t exactly say it was for her three boyfriends.“Uh yeah.”

“Aw, what are their names?”

“Uh, my dad, Marcus, my mum, Stefania and my brother…Jake.”

“Would you like to wear it now?”

“Yes, please.”

(Y/N) kept looking down at the necklace as she made her way home, fiddling with the letters. With a huge smile on her face, (Y/N) couldn’t wait to show everyone.

Entering the flat, she called out, hearing Marc reply. She decided she wouldn’t say anything, see if he noticed. She knew he wouldn’t but found it funny nonetheless.

“Hey babe.” Marc smiled, pulling her towards him by her hips and kissing her.

“Hi.” she was always flustered when he did that.

“Where did you go? Thought you were grabbing bread?”

She realised she hadn’t covered up her lie.“Ah, I went somewhere else actually.”

“Yeah? Where?”

“Guess. There’s actually a clue on me right now.”

Marc looked at her. Could it be her hair? She wasn’t gone for long, it couldn’t have been that, and it didn’t look any different. No new piercings, or tattoos, she would have told him because he would have had to hold her hand. It was a quick trip, she couldn’t have bought anything new in that time, she was wearing one of his favourite summer dresses.

“It’s her necklace! She’s never worn that before.” Steven proudly exclaimed.

Jake scoffed.“You only noticed cause you were staring at her tits.”

“No I wasn’t!”

“Hey, I’m not judging, I was too.”

“Steven says it’s the necklace.” Marc said as he looked at it. Steven was right.“Wait, did you get all of our initials?”

“Yeah.” she shyly smiled.“I’ve had adverts for jewellery on my Instagram, and I wanted one, but I realised I needed to get all your initials.”

“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He leaned down, kissing her neck, causing (Y/N) to giggle. He unexpectedly picked her up, enjoying the squeal that came out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he held her up by her ass. He couldn’t help but glance down to her breasts, lingering on the initials on the necklace. Lust filled his eyes, licking his lips and grinning as he easily walked her over to the bed.

“This isn’t fair, when was the last time I made love to her?”

Marc ignored him, lightly throwing (Y/N) onto her back. He saw a flash of her underwear, the bottom of the dress was ruched up, exposing the very top of her thighs.

“What’s got into you?” she lightly laughed, already feeling hot.

“You’ve got our initials on you, you’re telling everyone that you’re mine.”

“Ours.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Guessing the others didn’t like that?”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, if you’re all lucky, I might have time for each of you.”

“Don’t take long Marc.”

“He never does.”

“Babe, I’ve got to prove these two bastards wrong about something.”

Communicating-Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant

(GIF credit to @luke-skywalker)

MASTERLIST

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

Characters: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, fluff

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

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

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

She didn’t like how he worded that.“You could just say hello and ask how I am.”

“I just did.”

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

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

“Well, it’s done now.”

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

“What’s wrong? Has something happened whilst I was out?”

“What? No? Why would you ask?”

“Your tone, it’s just very sharp right now.”

“It isn’t.”

“It is.”

“Babe, you didn’t even say hello when I came in.”

“Neither did you.”

She huffed.“Whatever.”

“What have I done wrong?”

“Are you listening to yourself Marc?”

“Nothing. Look, I’m just upset about the day I’ve had.”

“Then leave it at the door, it’s done now.”

“Maybe I should take over-”

“Marc! What the hell is wrong with you?”

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

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

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

“Look what you’ve done.”

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

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

“No, I’m going to deal with this, I don’t need your help.”

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

“Do…do you want a hug?”

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

“Marc, you’re going to make this worse if you keep talking.”

“What’s with the attitude?”

“I’m not your teenage daughter Marc, speak to me like an adult, like your girlfriend.”

“I’ll speak to you like an adult when you act like one.”

“Mate.”

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

“Go away Marc.”

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

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

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

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

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?, has something besides today happened?”

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

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“He’ll be listening.”

“Who? Marc?”

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

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

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

“I know, and I feel bad for saying stuff like this. It’s how I feel though.”

“Dont feel bad, you’re expressing your feelings.”

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

“Yeah, sometimes the bad guys are easier.”

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

“He’s so mad at me, I can feel it.” (Y/N) sniffled.

“No, he’s never mad at you.”

“Yes he is, Steven.”

“I would use the word annoyed.”

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

“I do?”

“I’m not scared of him, I know he’s not going to hurt me.”

“I would never.”

“I hate arguing with either of you. You’re just easier to resolve with.”

“I think you two should talk.”

“Not yet, please. I need a moment.”

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

“I need to speak to her.”

“Not yet.” Steven mumbled back.

“Hm?” (Y/N) perked up.“Is that Marc?”

“Yeah. He wants to talk.”

“That makes a change.” she winced at her tone.“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be harsh.”

“Maybe you should talk now. He’s really regretting what he said.”

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

“OK, let me speak to him.”

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

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

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

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

“I appreciate you trying though Marc.”

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

“I know. And I love you just as much. I’m also sorry.”

“For what?”

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

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

“More times than I would like.”

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

She looked at him with a smile.“Friends.”

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

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

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

(GIF credit to@marveldaily)

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

Characters:Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Just fluff and it’s long

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

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

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

“You slept in a weird position last night.”

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

“(Y/N)? Who’s that? And why are you smiling so much?”

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

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

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

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

“Steven, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, I do, actually. Why do you sound surprised?”

“What does she look like?”

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

“You’ve got to tell her at some point.”

“I know but-”

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

“Holy shit, Steven.”

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

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

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

“Worry? Why would you worry?”

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

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

“It’s a good thing you’re not at work today.”

“You remembered my schedule?”

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

“Steven, she’s way out of your league.”

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

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

“Can I come in?”

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

“Steven, what’s this?” she asked, not sure how to take it.

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

“You do all this because of your sleep habits?”

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

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

“I’m so sorry Steven. You should have told me about this, I could have helped…somehow.”

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

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

“So, you’re not running away?” Steven squeaked out.

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

“I will.”

“So, I was thinking, since I’m here, maybe I could stay over?”

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

“You’re taking too long to answer buddy.”

“Yeah, yeah why not? As long as you’re OK with my…sleep habits.”

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

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

“Oh, I mean, I can stay another night-”

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

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

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

“Steven.”

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

“Would you stop stressing, you’re going to start sweating.”

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

“Never?”

“No!”

“She seems sweet, she’s gorgeous too.”

“Oi, don’t look at her, alright? What if I do something wrong?”

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

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

“Yeah love, yeah that would be great. Thank you.”

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

“Because I love her!”

Steven started to smirk.“You haven’t told each other yet, have you?”

“No, didn’t want to scare her away.”

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

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

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

“You didn’t have to do those.” He said as he stood next to her.

“You look like you need some help babe. No offence.”

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

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

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

“That’s terrible. So you’ve been going through this by yourself?”

He nodded.

“Well, I’m here now. I’m going to help you. Everyone deserves a good night sleep.”

“Oh, sweetheart you don’t have any of your things with you!”

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

“You can borrow my stuff if you like.”

“Is that OK?”

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

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

“Yeah, yeah. Uh, let me, let me find something for you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“So, things are going well.”

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

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

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

“You’ve got a good one here, Steven. She’s in love with you.”

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

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

“Tired?”

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

“Don’t apologise. We can get snuggled up if you want.”

“Snuggled up? Really?”

“Aren’t you wide awake?”

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

“Um, I’m trying to get rid of the sand. For you.”

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

“You sure? What if you forget and step in it?”

“It’s just sand babe, I can brush it off.”

“Thanks. That’s really nice of you.”

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

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

“I love your glasses. You should wear them more often.”

Steven chuckled softly.“I think I look a bit like a nerd.”

“And that’s a bad thing? It’s cute, yet sophisticated and handsome at the same time.”

“Thanks. Perhaps I will wear them more.”

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

“You’re shattered love. I don’t mind. This is how I spend my evenings anyway.”

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

“And why would I do that?”

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

“Comfy?” he asked.

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

“Would you want to stay over again?”

“Are you asking me to?”

“I think so.”

“Don’t feel forced Steven. I mean, I would love to spend more nights with you.”

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

“Goodnight. Don’t stay up too late.”

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

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

“Relax, for one night.”

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

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

“Good morning.” Steven whispered.

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

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

“Better, still not great though.”

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

“Oh, I totally forgot about that.”

“See? There’s some progress already.”

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

“You’re amazing, do you know that?” Steven gushed.

“What? Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.” Steven said again.

“I love you.”

“It feels good to say that.”

“Have you been wanting to say that for a while?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Me too.”

They giggled together. They felt like teenagers.

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

“Course.”

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

“If you don’t join her in the shower, then I will.”

MOONKNIGHT REQUESTS

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PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE send in your requests for Moonknight! I absolutely loved this show from the start, and who can resist Oscar Isaac anyway? I do have some of my own ideas already that I will be posting but I would love to hear from you all!

good communicators.

-summary; you and marc aren’t good communicators.
-warnings; smoking,angst.
-a/n; i am a marc gal thru and thru. I <3 Marc spector.

You stood, shivering, outside of the bar. Your friend had since abandoned you. Rather typical of her. It still hurt, especially since you hardly ever went out. Your fingers shook as you raised the cigarette to your lips. Stress smoking, a terrible habit. You were about to begin the walk to your flat when an unfamiliar voice interrupted your train of thought.

“You’re difficult to find.”

“Who are you?”

The man smiled at you. He kept his distance but offered his hand for you to shake. He looked tired, but there was an air about him that made you want to trust you.

“Marc Spector.”

“That’s some name, Marc.”

“I know. I’ve been looking for you.”

“Could’ve stopped by my office. My office hours are public information, every tuesday-”

“Wednesday and Friday,” he finished. “I know. That felt a bit impersonal, too professional. I needed to ask you a favour, a personal one.”

You gazed at him. He never came any closer to you, always three steps away. If you moved closer, he stepped back. He looked tired, but he stood tall, his head high. He was dressed nicely, his coat looked warm. He smiled at you again, but it looked strained. He was definitely tired, probably frustrated, and needed your help.

“What do you need?”

“Your opinion, your advice. I want you as a consultant of sorts.”

“Consultant of what?”

“Let me buy you a drink, professor.”

That was all it took. Marc bought you one drink and it was like you two had been bonded for life. You spent nearly every free moment with him. Marc had become your friend. He had explained his situation. You understood, but it was still difficult. You would have all of Marc’s attention for a few days, and then he’d disappear for a few. Recently though, that had changed.

“Marc,” you call. “I’m home.”

He usually stayed in your flat during the day. He liked it there, less sand. Warmer, tidier. Just as many books, but less stacked on the coffee table.

“Hey,” he grinned.

Things were going too good. Marc had been fronting for nearly two weeks. He was getting angsty. Steven was bound to want out soon. He didn’t know about you. You tried to talk Marc into letting you meet Steven. Just letting you meet him, get Steven used to you. Then maybe Marc could move in here. Marc always said no, and he’d run back to Steven’s flat and return a few days later.

“I got a few things on the way home,” you mumbled nervously.

Marc heard the hesitation in your voice. His face dropped, but you couldn’t see it. He put on a smile as he rounded the corner into the living room. He watched as you laid the contents of your bad on the table. Blue tape, a jar of sand, a few second hand books.

“I, uh,” you couldn’t bring yourself to meet Marc’s gaze. “I couldn’t find an ankle restraint, I think that’s a job for amazon.”

“no.”

“Marc, please.”

“No.”

Whenever you brought up the topic, it always escalated. It always ended in a screaming match. Marc never hit you, but you always knew it was coming. You would scream, he would storm into your bedroom, and you would cry and smoke by the window in the living room. By the time you finished your cigarette, he would be leaving for Steven’s flat and you wouldn’t see him for days.

You had a long day. Your students were being difficult. The Egyptology department’s funds were being cut. Your office hours ran long. You didn’t want to argue. You were tired and frustrated and a little sad. You traipsed into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine. Marc watched as you prematurely sat yourself on the windowsill to light a cigarette. You sighed as smoke poured over your lips.

“Sweetheart, you know why you can’t meet him. Steven’ll shit himself.”

It only went downhill from that. Your cigarette lay abandoned in an ashtray, your wine long forgotten too. You paced around the living room, arms raised defensively as you screamed. Your neighbour had given up on banging on the walls, you couldn’t hear him over the argument. You turned away from Marc and covered your eyes while you ranted.

“I just can’t believe you’re so fucking stubborn. Sometimes I think you’re just trying to piss me off!”

You didn’t hear Marc go quiet.

“You’re just ridiculous. Can’t do this, can’t do that. If I was allowed to tell my friends about you, they’d tell me to fucking leave you, y'know that?”

“Leave me?”

Marc’s voice was quiet and meek. It was afraid. It wasn’t Marc’s voice at all. You turned around, eyes wide. Your hands fell to your side. Steven gazed back at you.

“Oh, my God.”

“Where am I? Who are you?”

“I’m a friend of Marc’s,” you stutter out. “Oh, my God. Steven, I’m so sorry.”

You take a few tentative steps towards him. Steven seems too frightened to move. You offer a hand. He half heartedly reaches for it. He takes your hand and you gently tug him closer to you.

“I didn’t mean to shout at you, Marc and I were arguing. I’m so sorry, Steven.”

“You know Marc?”

You nodded.

“You’re the college professor?”

You nodded again. Steven mumbled something and nodded along with you. You opened your arms to offer a hug. Steven fell against you. You carded your fingers through his hair and stroked a hand up and down his spine. He sniffled against your shoulder as he calmed down. You maneuvered him to the couch as you cleaned up around him.

“I can uh, take you home,” you offered as Steven stared off into the distance. You picked the tape and sand up from the coffee table and handed them to him. “Or you could stay?”

Steven stared at you. He took the jar from you, inspecting it.

“I know it’s not much, and I couldn’t find an ankle restraint or anything.”

“Marc told you?”

“I asked.”

Steven nodded. He stood and moved through the apartment. Marc’s voice guided him to your room. The moonlight shone into the room through a gap in the curtains. It was a small bedroom, but cozy. Books were stacked in piles on the floor, the blankets were messy but inviting. You followed Steven wearily.

“Can you, erm,” he held the tape out for you to take.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” you grinned, nearly running through the apartment to tape your front door.

When you returned a thin circle of sand had been sprinkled around your bed. Steven gazed longingly at the pillows. You coaxed him into bed and then moved to settle into an armchair in the corner of the room. Steven raised his eyebrows at you. You didn’t want to push him, and he was too nervous to ask for your company. So you fell asleep like that, curled into the armchair.

Marc shot up at three in the morning. He croaked out your name as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He was confused when he felt the sand under his feet. He called out for you again and this time you woke up. You carefully picked your way over to Marc. You stood between his open legs and cradled his head against your chest.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Marc nearly brought up Steven. He didn’t want to though. And so he kept his mouth shut and pulled you into bed with him. He kept his head against your chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. He listened to your heart and you breathing as you fell asleep again.

“I’m sorry, too,” he whispered.

You heard it, just barely. But you decided not to bring it up.

You and Marc were simply not good communicators.