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

Words: 2600

Warnings: Cursing, mention of sex, break up, Jake can be a dick

Summary: Marc had a suspicion he had another person in him, Steven wasn’t the only one, that was evident after what happened with Harrow. But neither Marc nor Steven could be prepared when they met Jake.

When Marc realized that Khonshu tricked them, he was fuming, and so was Steven.

“You said you would let us go!” yelled Marc.

“I said I’ll let you and the worm free, never mentioned your third party.” Marc and Steven both felt as if their stomach fell, the feeling of being played was devastating.

They found themselves on yet another mission. A mission they thought was long over, yet here they were, standing in a weird temple and the worst is that Layla was with them.

“Khonsu, you liar!” she yelled. “You said you would set them free!”

“Again, I never mentioned the third one, if he chose to work for me, that has nothing to do with you.”

All three knew Khonsu had a point. Yet, still, they were super mad.

“You played us!” said Steve as he came forward.

“Can we get over this, please? We are here to catch someone very dangerous before you three decided to arrive, the plan was going swimmingly,“ said Khonshu.

Layla followed what he thought was Marc, that is how she got there and how thankful she was that she went.

Then they met the guy they were there for.

His name was Jacob Highs, according to Khonshu he likes to torture people and plays cruel games with them.

"Marc Spector, I know about you. Now, it’s time for you to face your demons!” the man let out a wicked laugh.

“Kill him Marc!” yelled Khonshu. “Kill him before h-”

—

“Marc?” he heard Layla’s voice.

“What happened?” he asked as he opened his eyes, he found himself in an old dingy house. From the window, he could see the outside was pitch black. No landscape, nothing, only darkness.

“I-I don’t know but…” Layla couldn’t finish her sentence as Marc was hugged suddenly.

“Oh, Marc! I thought you died!” said Steven.

“Steven? How is this possible?”

“Told you Highs is dangerous.” said Khonshu, "He likes to play with people. This is one of the realms he created.“

Marc finally stood up and he noticed another man, another him.

"So, you are Jake.” all three looked at Jake who rolled his eyes, not answering. The three started to talk trying to figure out what to do.

“How do we get out of here?” asked Layla who looked at all three men and Khonshu.

“We wait.” said Jake, finally speaking up, everyone looked at him.

“Wait? Are you out of your mind?”

“Technically, yes. I am.”

“How could we just stand and wait?” asked Steven as he looked at everyone.

“We will die here if we don’t find a way out.” said Layla.

“Yeah, let’s just start walking, get out of this filthy house and see what we are against.” said Steven as Marc was thinking.

“No, we need to wait.” said Jake again with a firmer tone.

“Why would we just sit here and wait?” asked Marc, annoyed with the man in the hat.

“Because, unlike you two, I have a girlfriend who is actually useful.” said Jake and just as he said that Jacob’s unconscious body flew in the window, shattering the glass as he landed. Jake made an ‘I-told-you-so’ face at the others before the door opened and a woman came in, you.

“Oh,” you looked at all the people in there. “Hello.” you offered a small wave. You looked at Khonshu. “So, he doesn’t speak and I didn’t want to kill him in case that would get us stuck here forever.” you said and then turned to the others. “Well, this is… awkward.”

“Hi, Mi Amor.” you smiled at Jake and placed a kiss on his lips, he pulled you close by your waist.

“There they go again.” said Khonshu as Jake whispered Spanish words into your ear before disappearing to find a way out.

The other three just watched in disbelief. Not it all made a lot more sense to Layla, whenever Marc forgot a date or he was late, or he had marks on him that wasn’t from fighting, Layla had a suspicion he had another woman, but she never knew Jake was there and that he had someone.

When you finally pulled away from Jake, he kept you close, kissing your neck, determined to leave a mark on your delicious skin.

“Sorry, this is a bit, come on now.” you tried to push him away, but it didn’t work. 

“Who are you?” asked Steven.

“You must be Steven, lovely to meet you and you Marc, and oh what was it? Lauren?”

“Layla,” said Marc with a very annoyed tone but you didn’t mind.

“Right, lovely to meet you all, Jake did mention you three, but as you can see he’s not big on talking.” just as you said that Jake pulled you closer, and it made you giggle but he also bit your neck a little. 

“My name is Y/N, I’m Jake’s girlfriend and partner in crime. I’m a descendant of a Goddess, not too sure which one, I have certain powers. Like I can see the angry pigeon standing behind you.” everyone turned to see Khonshu there.

Jake finally finished with your neck as he let you go, but still kept you close.

“I wasn’t able to find a way out.” he said before he turned to Jacob, he was out cold and he will be for a long time. “We will stay here and when he wakes up we will convince him to let us out.”

“Lovely, this is like camp when you are a kid. I would love to get to know you all better. Let’s start with you Steven.” you sat down on the floor, creating fire in the fireplace to keep you all warm.

And you talked.

—

You talked a lot. Marc was sure he has gone mad. Not that he wasn’t already insane but this.

To finally meet the man who killed many, whom he didn’t know about, who he cannot even remember, and he had a girlfriend?

Marc was loyal to Layla, always. 

But this, this was too much, and by Layla’s expression, he thought the same.

“So, how does this work?” asked Marc with a very annoyed voice. “We find out that Khonshu lied to us, we are still Moon Knight, and now this. Another me and you?”

“I know you feel cheated, Khonshu did hide this from you b-”

“And just who the fuck are you?!” Marc was now angry.

“Amigo! Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to my girl! If it wasn’t for her that fucker would be out there torturing us.”

“This IS torture!" 

Steven wanted to defuse the situation, he really did but he agreed with Marc.

"So, how does this work?” he asked the same question Marc just did.

“He comes to me, we go on dates, usually that includes killing people Birdie tells us to kill, then we go back to my place or to his, sorry, yours and have sex. Easy life. I leave before he wakes up or he leaves before you switch.”

The way you were so causal about this was disturbing. They all made a face.

“Look, I know you all are new to this, but I am a good fucking person okay? I help people, I save people and I knew what I was getting into when I met Jake. He told me about you three, he told me how this works, you all can be angry at me all you want, but you cannot deny a man from his love.”

Layla was too quiet during all this, even you noticed. It must be hard for her to hear all this, but this wasn’t just about her.

You loved Jake and Jake loved you, they all have to live with that as you live with the fact that Marc and Steven love Layla.

“Nah, I say we vote. It’s two against one. You two have to stop… this.” said Steven.

“Vote? Are you mad? Do you want me to crush your skull?” spoke Jake but you put your hand on his shoulder.

“Try me.” you said. “Try it, try and separate us, Steven, even you Marc, I challenge you to try.” They didn’t know what you were capable of. And for Jake, you’d do everything.

Suddenly everything felt cold, the windows started to freeze and the fire went out, the wooden floor began to get slippery with the ice on the surface. 

You weren’t joking, Marc thought you were, but you were not.

Powers? Definitely. You were scary, Marc didn’t want to mess around with you, not for one bit.

That fire in your eyes as you stood up for the one you loved, he had never seen that before, not even in his own eyes.

It made him question so many things.

And by the look on Layla’s face, as she excused herself to another room, he knew.

You watched as the two left, leaving Steven behind.

“So, Steven, I heard you work in a gift shop in a museum?”

“Used to work.” he corrected.

“Right, so, anything you learned there? Jake never really liked it, although he did like one of the tour guides.” you said sending a side-eye towards him.

“It was you? You asked her on a date to the stake house!” now it made sense even to Steven, he did find it difficult to believe Marc, who was married would ask someone on a date.

“Yes, but I found someone better.”  you smiled as Jake finally sat down beside you. “Tengo Frio, Amor.” he said and you put the fire back on. Steven sat down close to it, thankful that the ice was finally gone.

“Look, Steven, I understand this is a lot to take in, it was a lot for me as well. But I’m not going to let Jake just leave.  Maybe it is unfair to Layla, but if you take him from me, that is unfair to me. You have to understand, please. I love him. And I’m sure I can love you too. I mean no harm.”

You spoke so gently like you were trying to make a child understand something huge, and you kind of were.

You understood their side, you really did. But you were not willing to let go of Jake. Never.

When Layla and Marc arrived back, they looked… not happy. To say the least.

“Okay, now that we talked about this, ready to leave?” you stood up as did Steven and Jake.

“W-But I thought you said you can’t-”

“I never said I can’t get us out of here, all I said is that I’m not willing to kill him to risk getting us stuck.” you said smiling at Steven.

“Smart girl.” said Khonshu as he waited. You closed your eyes but then remembered one more thing.

“Oh and Mr Lockley, you better thank me for this! You know what I like!”

“Ice cream.”

“That, and you on your knees baby.” you winked and before anyone could answer, you quickly worked your magic.

—

Marc woke up in his bed, alarmed at what just happened, he wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not.

“Steven? Was it all a dream?”

“If it was, we dreamt the same thing. We have to go to work.”

Marc got dressed and let Steven take over so they could go to work. Both of them were thinking hard. Was it really all just a dream?

Steven worked as usual, having a smile on his face as he served everyone. And just like Marc, he couldn’t think of anything else.

He knew he will need to talk to Layla and you as well. But how would this work out? Would this work out at all?

—

Well, Layla wasn’t happy. At all. 

Is seemed like she understood the fact that Egyptian Gods were real better than that a person can have D.I.D. It broke Marc’s and Steven’s heart.

She left them.

Marc blamed you, of course he did, but Steven, he felt something else, curiosity. 

He wanted to find you, and he was willing to ask Jake for help. But he knew better than to mess around with Jake especially since Marc knew about Steven’s steps.

Another week ended, you let out a sigh as you stood in front of the museum. Jake asked you to come since he wanted to go to a restaurant. You eyed the woman he asked previously on a date.

“Damn, she’s gorgeous.” you said as she smiled at her colleague and left.

You turned around to look at the stairs, seeing one person coming your way. 

“Would you look at that, I was waiting for,” you checked your watch. “Five minutes…hmm… it felt longer.” You moved your arms around his neck as you kissed him.

But something was off, instead of his arms moving around you, he just froze.

“Shit. Steven?” you asked as you quickly pulled back.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Oh, sorry, Jake said he wanted to meet, I thought you were him. I’m sorry.”

You wanted to leave, disappear. 

“I-I actually wanted to speak with you. If you are up for it.”

“Sure, let’s go eat something I’m starving.”

You two arrived at a steak restaurant, you ordered a nice plate of steak while Steven only asked for a salad. 

“You are charming.” you said and it made Steven stutter.

“Thank you.”

“Charming, smart, handsome and British. Nice combination, makes all the panties drop.” you probably shouldn’t have said that especially while he was drinking, but you did.

“Layla left us.” he said with such a sad tone it made you feel bad.

“I’m sorry Steven.”

“It was her decision, she said she couldn’t bear the thought of Marc with someone else.”

“So, is he blaming me? Are you?”

“No, it was her decision, we could have made it work.” you could have, really, but if she wasn’t up for it.

“Alright then, Mr Accent. Let’s not talk about your ex on our first date. Tell me about you. You obviously know a lot. You might be able to help me.”

“Help you?”

“Yes, you see, I am really interested in my past, I’m still not sure where I got my powers from and I want to find out.”

He looked interested like a new quest just opened its doors for him.

“How much do you know?”

“Besides the name of the orphanage I grew up in, nothing.”

Then his eyes changed.

“Hi Marc.”

“I’m not angry at you, you didn’t make Layla leave, but what are you doing with Steven?”

“Asking for help, that’s all.” you really had no other intentions but you understood that Marc was protective over Steven.

“I’m sure you will grow to like me. I like Steven he is kind.” Marc was still not sure about you. Then you looked up at the building behind him, he did as well as he saw Khonshu.

When he turned back, you noticed the change immediately.

“There you are” you smiled as he finally appeared.

“Who was it?”

“Both actually, she left them.”

“Good.” Jake called over the waiter ordering a steak.

“Don’t be mean, she was nice.”

“She didn’t fit me. You do.” Jake was always harsh you were used to it by now, it also rubbed off on you a little so now you were the same from time to time. “Now, Marc has to get used to the thought as well. And you will be able to move in as I asked you before.”

“Whatever you say, Babe.” you smiled as you drank from your wine.

You could only hope that day would come. 

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Santiago Garcia x Reader

Summary: When the boys found you, you were bound to the wall, ankles and wrists blessing from the cuffs that kept you in that tiny jail, they had a feeling you haven’t even seen the light in a long time. You were scared and you didn’t even speak English.

It was Frankie who found you, he thought he heard a noise in the basement and surely enough, there you were. You were so scared you even threw a bowl and a small vase you found at him.

“We can’t bring her with us. She will slow us down.” said Ben as they all decided to do a small gathering and plan on what to do with you. Ben gave you a bottle of water and a poorly wrapped sandwich. You silently ate everything.

“So, what? You suggest we leave her?” asked Santiago.

“Probably not a good idea, she’ll be dead if someone finds her still here after what we just did.” Will made a good point. Everyone groaned.

“We can bring her to the plane, then we-”

“What we bring her home, Fish?! Are you insane? Stealing money is one thing but bringing an illeagal immigrant into the States is just-”

“I know someone, she will get a name, an identity.” replied Ben. “We can save her.”

“We are not her saviors. We can’t even talk to her, she doesn’t understand English! Can you speak to her? Spanish?” everyone shook their heads. “French” Again, everyone shook their heads. “German?” No. “Then what the fuck should we do?”

“Bring her with us, Benny’s friend will give her IDs and she will live. We killed enough people already.” said Santiago and everyone agreed, even if Tom wasn’t a fan of the idea, he decided to agree.

“We are going to save you.” Santiago said as he knelt down in front of you, offering you a smile.

You didn’t understand a word they were speaking, but you did understand their intentions.

They weren’t there to hurt you, they were there to help. Especially that really handsome one with the beautiful eyes and curly hair, you especially liked him, so you stuck with him. You followed him, watching his movement as he walked, you followed, just as silently.

You watched as they all panicked when you heard shots. You ducked behind a rock, but you couldn’t ignore that you saw an enemy with a gun behind one of the guys, you slowly walked there when no one was watching.

And just as Tom turned, he saw the gun, but the guy was pushed before he could fire and fell, Tom shot the guy before he looked up to see you crouching, he knew you pushed the guy.

“You saved my life,” he said as the others arrived.

—

You were confused. They all talked to you, saying things but you didn’t understand a thing. They all sat around a fire, talking to each other, laughing and you laughed with them, even if you had no idea what they were talking about.

You suddenly spoke up, saying your first name. And they all looked at you confused. They you said your name again and pointed at yourself.

“Ben.” one of them said.

“Will.”

“Tom.”

Okay, easy names, you thought.

"Francisco.” Oh Boy. “But call me Frankie.”

“Santiago.” another longer name.

You nodded and smiled to all of them.

You learned to say all their names. And when you finally got back, well, they got back, you were at a completely strange place.

You did what you knew would work, you stuck with Santiago. And you also knew what the gold ring on some of their fingers meant.

You were a foreigner not stupid.

Your journey with the men was… interesting to say the least.

They all made sure you were safe but Santiago in particular. And who were you to push away such a handsome hero?

—

“You can live with me while we figure this out, I’m the only one without a wife, girlfriend or kids so I don’t have any explaining to do, but you have to keep a low profile.” Santiago said and he repeated himself in Spanish, but you still didn’t understand a word. Yet, you still nodded, you understood his intentions, you understood that this was his home, typical bachelor’s home.

You were given a room and food. But you didn’t like that. Your room was too quiet, it felt cold like your cell. Even if the bed was the most comfortable you could ever ask for and the room was warm.

You still didn’t feel safe. You were lonely.

You often moved to Santiago’s room, trying to be quiet not to wake him up, you would silently laying down next to him, you felt better there, safer.

The first time he noticed you in his bed was when he woke up with you in his arms, in his sleep he unintentionally moved over to you and cuddled you.

He was concerned but he didn’t mind, he just didn’t want to overstep your boundaries. You were happy to cook for him, happy to watch movies with him, whatever he wanted really.

Days, weeks and months passed. You now had a basic English vocabulary.

“Dinner?” you asked Santiago as he was sitting on the couch.

“I’ll order something, come back the series in starting.”

This was your normal now, but you felt bad, ever since he and his team helped you, you didn’t do anything productive, and cooking doesn’t count. Not in your book at least.

You wanted to work, but with the language barrier, it was extremely difficult.

Later that evening, you were getting ready for bed when his phone started to ring.

It was Tom calling.

“What’s up?” asked Santiago as he answered.

“Pope, hi, how’s things with your new-found wifey?”

Santiago laughed a little.

“Not so bad, she can now talk a lot better, why did you call?”

“I know who she is Pope. She was taken from her village, I have a report. Her village was attacked, they killed everyone, even she is presumed dead. There was fire, gunshots, almost everything you can imagine.”

“That’s awful.”

“Yeah, and I also have some news, since she’s dead, well presumed dead, it will be difficult to get her past immigration, you are lucky I know a lot of people but she will need a new last name. I am filling in her papers and I-“

“I will marry her.”

“Sorry? You don’t need to play the hero Pope. It’s all good I put her down as a random, generic last name, but-“

“It’s not about playing the hero. I want to marry her. She’s perfect.”

Tom smiled on the other end of the line.

“Come over tomorrow, collect her papers, oh, and you better start teaching her fast, No government official will believe that she is American if she doesn’t even speak basic English.”

“Thank you, Tom.”

“I should thank her, she saved my life, this is the least I can do.”

You understood that this was needed. Giving you a new identity was difficult, but not impossible. With the correct connections, you were officially an American citizen.

“Now, you can leave the house.” Said Santiago as he gave you your brand new ID. “Leave the house, look for a house, job or whatever you want. But you can stay with me as well. I like you company you know that.”

“Stay with Santi.” You said “No leave. Stay and help.” It made him smile.

“Marry me.” He said, right there, in front of Tom’s house as you two were walking to the car. You tilted your head.

“Marry?” you thought that was a name.

“Yes, I’m asking you to be my wife.”

Now that word you understood.

“Me? Santi wife?”

“Yes. I love you.” You understood that word as well. And all those days you just thought it was one sided. That he only let you sleep next to him because he was kind.

“I love you too.” You said with a rather shaky voice. But it was the truth. Santiago smiled as he grabbed your jaw and pilled you close to kiss you.

You were so happy, you felt like your chest would burst. You not only were rescued from your prison, you got to know this lovely group of men, and you even found love.

This was the fresh new start you begged for every night in that cold, dirty disgusting cell.

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Marc Spector x Reader

Summary: You and Marc got married a long time ago, even before all this mess happened and he got the suit.

A/N: Potential SPOILER warning for those who don’t know about Marc in the comics.

Marc wanted to keep you safe. 

The less you knew, the better it was. At least that is what he believed. But you knew it all. 

You weren’t blind or stupid you noticed your husband changing, sure he was always a little weird, but you could read him like a book.

You could, yet it still hurt whenever he left you behind, telling you not to look for him, call him or so anything to even be close to him.

And you listened, you sure did.

Only sent him texts, to which he responded a couple of days later. Then a call came. Suddenly out of nowhere.

“Hi, Honey.” you said picking up.

“O-Oh Sorry.” the guy on the other end said with a heavy accent. It made you tilt your head and he quickly hung up.

You tried to call him back but he didn’t pick up, so you just let it go.

Then Marc came home, saying he will spend the weekend with you. And you were happy.

Happy enough to bring that strange call up.

“Soooo, are you going to tell me who the sexy English man was?”

He looked at you questioningly as he stopped the movie you were watching.

“You called me last week, I picked up but a British guy answered and after babbling he hung up.”

“Oh.” was all he said, and you just waited.

And then, slowly he stood up, sitting down at a chair by the table and started to talk.

He walked about his childhood, his life and his mental issues. He told you about his identity disorder too.

And it all made sense.

Your heart broke for him. Marc was such a great person, kind, affectionate and trustworthy. And yet, here he was breaking down like a child.

You on the other hand was the kind of person who would rather laugh than cry. And your aching heart needed a distraction.

So, after Marc finished explaining what happened to him, you sat there for a moment, thinking about what to say. And the best you could come up with was.

“So, you are like a two for one special?” you asked and Marc just stared at you. “You know like those special offers in stores. I got you as a husband but I also got Steven and Jake, or how does that work?”

This was probably the first time in your life that you have seen Marc confused and not sure what to say.

“Don’t get me wrong your trauma is awful, I’m here if you want to talk about it more. I’m just not sure how to help. Maybe Jake or Steven wants to talk?” he just blinked, and it made you sigh. “Did I say something weird again?” you had a tendency to say weird things when you wanted to defuse the tension. But you two just stared at each other.

This went on for about five minutes.

Then he finally moved his arms from his legs.

And he laughed.

“I can’t believe you said “like those special offers in stores”. Who do you think I am?”

“You’re my husband, and I just want to know, how- IF this will change things. D.I.D. is serious, Marc, and I just want to be sure you are at least okay.”

“You know I’m okay, Sweetheart. And this will not change a thing. I always will be okay as long as I have you. This-“ he said gesturing to his head. “Is something you have to learn to live with. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I’m sorry, I was scared of your reaction.”

“You shouldn’t be, Marc. I love you, all of you. Even if they might not love me.”

Marc made a motion with his head like someone just told him something before he smiled.

“They do, at least Steven does. And you met Jake before.”

“I sure did. He is a flirty one.” you did, but you only realized now that it was him and not Marc. You laughed and stood up to hug him. He hugged your middle while you ran your fingers through his hair, slightly scratching his scalp. “Thank you for telling me all of this.”

“I love you. We love you.”

“And I love all of you too.”

You would be lying if you said you weren’t worried, of course, you were, but you also knew that you loved him and as long as you had him and he had you, everything will be okay.

And just okay, for now, is perfect.

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Reunited

En Sabah Nur x Reader

Words: 560

Summary: It was only supposed to be a day, one day to get him into his new body. But that one day turned into weeks, months, years, decades, centuries. However, you never forgot him, you never forgot your true love, En Sabah Nur.

People used to worship him, pray to him. And yet, they betrayed him. 

You watched the pyramid collapse. And you understood why he didn’t want you to be there, this is what he feared, but now, you had to live without him.

You had to hide in order to survive so you could so him once again. 

And so, you hid your powers, you hid your true identity and let the world forget about you. 

You had powers, just like your love, but you were nowhere near as powerful, you could merely talk to animals and calm people. 

When word got out that En Sabah Nur was dead, “The fake Gods are gone.” is what they used to yell, you feared they’ll find you. 

And people’s intention was to kill you as well. So, you ran, far far away.

They used to call you by many names. But over the time, people forgot about you. 

However, you didn’t care about that. You just wanted to see your love, that’s all you ever longed for. Over the centuries you realized your anger was not there anymore, you were not angry, you were mourning. 

After so long, so many decades without your love, so many nights where you dreamt of him, and after so many changes in the world.

He was back.

You felt his energy, distinct. You immediately ran to him. Not even caring to lock the pathetic apartment you called home now. Who were you kidding?! You used to live in a palace!

You found him easily, or rather he found you.

“My Goddess.” he said and you missed him way too much, running into his arms so he could hold you once again.

“You are really here.” you wanted to cry. “After so long.“ you let yourself get lost in him. "You said it will only take a day to get a new body. A day turned into eternity without you, My Love.” he hold you tight just as you imagined and dreamt of.

“I am sorry.” he sounded sincere, although he was not one to apologize. “I was afraid after I realized so much time passed, I thought you might have found another.” You looked at him, holding his head in your hands. 

“How could I ever? You are everything to me En Sabah Nur.”

“I dreamt of you.” he smiled recalling his amazing dream where he entered his chambers after a long day and saw you, sitting there, surrounded by your cats, smiling at him, he loved you maybe too much. “I saw you in my dreams, being so perfect, always smiling.” he looked into your eyes for the entire time. He finally leaned in to give you the kiss you have longed for since the day he left.

You finally had him back.

“And now, My Goddess, we will take over the world, for what they did to us, they all deserve to die. We will build a new world.”

A new world with him. Sounds like a dream. 

A dream you have longed for so long.

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Nathan Bateman x Reader

Words: 950

Summary:When your mother has an accident it was no question that you’d go to take care of her. During your time away, Nathan realizes a couple of things he rather not admit.

Nathan got out of the shower, water dripping down his toned back, he let out a sigh.

He was annoyed.

Annoyed with himself and with you.

You had to leave to go back home to your parents. Of course, Nathan couldn’t leave his work behind, so he stayed while you left.

This was two days ago and Nathan already missed you.

The day you left, he was relieved, he often told you how much you annoyed him, how much he wanted to be alone, so it felt like a blessing.

Then, on the third day, everything came down crumbling.

He woke up and realized you were not there, he went downstairs and you weren’t in the kitchen either. You weren’t there to make him breakfast, to annoy him with your terrible jokes, he was just like he used to be, alone.

Nathan was so used to having you there with him. For the last five years, you only left for vacations, but even then, he was with you.

Out of instinct, he yelled for you, “Y/N! Do you know where I put my phone?!” but no answer came.

He missed you, and he was too proud to admit it.

He wanted to call you, text you, anything. He wanted to hear your voice, see your smile.

Fuck, he MISSED you.

And he hated it.

He never wanted to get so attached to anyone. Which is why he had robots. But now, now he had you, now he had someone to miss.

And he hated it.

He hated that he loved you.

Then his phone started ringing. After a good few seconds, he finally found it, and he saw your name across the screen, he immediately picked it up.

“Nate! Hii.” he heard your voice, you were smiling, he could tell.

“Hi.” was all he could say.

“Hi, how are you? I hope you ate and slept well, I did leave you food in the fridge.”

Oh. He didn’t see that.

“Yeah.”

“Good, look so, Mum fell and twisted her ankle, but since dad has to work I will have to stay a bit longer than I anticipated. So, I guess you’ll get the peace and quiet you wanted.”

“Everything’s perfect…How long will you stay?” he asked although he was rather afraid of the answer.

“About a…month.” Nathan nearly chocked. “But it should be fine, you can get more work done with me gone, just like you said.”

He lied, of course he lied, why did you believe him?

“Yeah. I’ll be able to.” No, he won’t.

“Great, just don’t forget to sleep and eat normally please, I have to go now, okay, text me and I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you.”

“Okay, bye.”

You smiled and put your phone away, this was normal Nathan behaviour, little did you know just how much he missed you.

He couldn't even get one project done.

He couldn't focus. He had way too many emotions in him.

He was lonely, angry, and horny.

Oh, just how horny he was. He was seriously contemplating turning his old machine back on, but he knew you’d leave him if he did. And he would not even dare to do anything that would make you leave him.

He sat in his favourite chair with a beer in hand.

A week passed, then another, and he started to become worse and worse.

Even if you called him almost every day, it wasn’t enough for him.

He missed you too much.

So, he did what he thought to be the second most logical thing after drinking his sorrow away and packed a bag.

“Mum? Would you like something to drink?” you yelled from the kitchen to your mother. Even after two weeks, her ankle started to get a lot better but you decided to stay for Nathan’s sake. He needed the time alone, even if you missed him so much.

“I’m good, Honey, thank you.” she replied from her room. “Did you speak with Nathan today?”

“Not yet, I’ll call him after lunch.”

Then there was a knock on the front door, you dried your hands and headed to see just who it was.

“Nathan?" you were shocked to see your boyfriend in the door. "Wh-”

You wanted to ask why or how was he there but he was quicker as he captured your lips in a kiss. You didn’t even have time to fully process what was happening.

When he pulled back from the kiss, he pulled you in for a hug.

“I missed you too.” you said, smiling. You knew he would never admit it, but his actions spoke louder.

“Who is it Y/N?” asked your mum as she peaked out of her room. “Oh. Sorry.” she said after seeing you two in the doorway, you tried to pull back, but Nathan didn’t let you, he still wanted to hold you, just a bit longer.

Once the two of you finally headed inside, you noticed that Nathan looked tired.

Truth was he found out that he just cannot sleep now without you. He ate the food you left for him, but that wasn’t enough for him to feel better.

He needed you.

So, once he trimmed his beard, shaved his head off and slept, he looked like the man you left behind in that lonely house.

After that even, Nathan never, ever wanted to be separated from you. Maybe just for a couple of days.

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✧ GARDEN SONG WITH OSCAR ISAAC

→ oscar isaac x reader

→ cw: 1.6k

→ warnings: mentions of sex, angst and sadness i guess?

He was spring and I was winter.

When I saw him, it was as if its roots and its most beautiful flowers bloomed in cracks in ice. Coming to life and color. He was like the sun on an algidity day, the abating feeling of the sunlight kissing you so softly while everything looked so blue. He was also the sunset on dazzling afternoons, the cool breeze that blew across the ground of flowers.

The world looks gloomy when I walk the heather London streets. Few snowflakes fall quietly across the concrete, breaking up into small puddles of water. I see my reflection in them and I despite it. Hating the dark circles that persist, the melancholy looks as if something is wrong. It was, but pretending it wasn’t was still my best option.

Words haunt my insides and tease me as I try to hold back tears as I cross the nearly empty bridge. It’s almost 3 pm. and I think about him once again.

I think of the weight of his hand on my waist, the way his fingers curled into my flesh almost naturally, and how I reacted to his touch like a dazed little girl. I think about the melodic sound of his voice and it feels like my ears betray me all over again, because I hear it as clearly as if he’s here with me, right now. The balmy, dulcet sound I love. Still.

I love you, but I need to break up with you.

All my life I’ve always cherished sincerity, but the moment those words invaded his lips, I wished it was all a lie. I wished he’d lie to me, that he’d tell me he loved me, that his arms would wrap around me and his lips would make the familiar path to my mouth and that he’d kissme,loveme,takeme. Couldn’t make a sound other than crying like a helpless little kid, because that’s how I felt. I could look into his eyes once more and I could see the hopelessness, the effort he was making to end our love. I was in anguish because I couldn’t touch him one more time, I needed to feel him, kiss him, love him one more time.

But he was gone, with notice, leaving my heart, body, and soul in splinters.

It’s 4 pm. when I pass the charming coffee shop around the corner. Its architecture reminds me of small Parisian cafes and the heater inside the establishment makes me whine softly with joy. The tables are empty because it’s New Year’s and nobody is lively enough with their life to go to a cafe, in the middle of winter and snow. People are at home, thrilling with their families or traveling with their partners.

The guy behind the counter grins gently as if he understands my grief.

The table is still in the same spot, unoccupied, with the same little crack on the right side. It’s like I can see my life as a film, the two of us sitting there, him holding my hand close to his lips and kissing it mercilessly because he’s always enjoyed teasing in public places like it’s the dirtiest, sexiest thing ever. He never knew, but every time I said to stop my unconscious screamed keep going, always.

I leave, leaving Oscar and the “me” of the past in that ghostly memory that no longer belongs to me.

The walk seems endless. I ignore the messages in the company and family groups, everyone making their preparations for the New Year’s celebration. I don’t see any reason to be cheerful anymore, drinking champagne, if not with him. I was deplorably miserable and didn’t make a point of hiding it.

The horizon is a massive blur of silver. The snow’s heavier now as if it were forcing all London residents to go to their homes because the situation was going to get worse in the next few hours. But I didn’t actually care. I sat on the bench in front of the lake, watching the icy water move slowly in the cool breeze, just as I did.

The tea is already cold a few minutes later and honestly, I don’t care, it tastes too bitter when I feel it go down my throat. It’s no longer sweet, smooth, and pleasurable like it used to be.

Little flora growing on the concrete are painted in frost, almost inert. The most beautiful part is veiled with a thin layer of crystal, which hides what’s most precious to her. But I know that in spring they’ll bloom in their most vivid colors and people will treasure each one, even if hidden under the ground or in tall green grass.

Because spring’s always the best season, it brings heart and soul to things, unlike winter.

There’s not much for me out here, so I decided to go back. The apartment’s small and cold, but I’ll make it as cozy as possible for tonight. Maybe make a lasagna that’s been frozen for almost a month and make a sweeter tea later. Maybe I’ll put on an action film so my heart flutters with so much epinephrine that I can finally feel something other than the acidity that bursts through my veins.

The small, three-story complex is covered in snow, even the crops that grow around the clay-colored bricks. The slippery steps dance at my feet and I have to balance myself to reach the bottom step. I make a mental note with a list of what I could do to make the night more likable. Calling my parents, watching lots of films, eating any kind of junk… I’m a little out of breath by the time I reach the third step and I remember trying to plan for exercise, maybe walking and running a few blocks would help.

I reach for the key in my coat pocket and my eyes catch two feet of inexpensive shoes on my rug. And tailored pants, thick coat, and a scarf. Gray locks and slicked back, round glasses that add an inimitable grace to that millimetrically thought out, architected, and perfect face.

He stands as he freezes in time.

“Hey.”

His gruff, warm voice hits me. Strongly. I feel like my knees are too weak to support me right now. I need to sit down and lean on something before I tumble down the stairs.

My lips tremble as I try to formulate a sentence, but nothing comes out. I feel pathetic, but my chest hurts so much, it’s such a comforting pain that I wouldn’t mind feeling it for the rest of my life, if it were for him.

“Are you going to invite me in?”

So I force my arms and legs to move. I open the door, even feeling his gaze on me, burning and unmasking me completely.

The lights come on, he walks past me and I feel defenseless. Slowly, he removes his gray scarf and tosses it onto the nearest chair. The silence is lethal, only the wind’s breath outside trying to infest space’s heard and perhaps, consequently, the heavy beating of my heart.

“What are you doing here?” I say, mumbling. “Shouldn’t you be on a plane right now?”

He should be traveling to the States, where the parties are dandy and glamorous, where the heat always radiates, unlike here.

Oscar walks over to me, his eyes warm, piercing my skin.

His soft hands feel my face and I sense peace. My vision blurs and I know I can cry anytime because I missed his touch so fucking much. His fingers fondle my skin tenderly, so carefully I feel like I’m about to breach. His lips stretch in an almost imperceptible grin, but I know every inch of him and notice every hidden part.

“I was stupid.” His deep voice cuts through me like stab wounds. “That’s not where I belong.” His fingers continue in a slow clutch and I’m tempted to close my eyes, but I want to see him. Every second of my life.

And as I suspected, his lips devour mine, in a wistful and tragic reunion, but sensual, passionate, and carnal. His lips move in sync with mine, as if he’s connected body and soul, knowing what each one needs. I grip his soft gray hair, filling my hand with his scent. Oscar kisses me cruelly, gripping my waist, pressing his fingers hard around so many layers of clothing.

“Ishere.” He finishes.

And like spring, he warms me, disrobe me, soothes me, kisses me with his warmth and his glow. He gives me life and makes me see things as they should be. His hands are painting me with the most sublime color. And I feel like one of those little flowers on the concrete, thawing its thin layer of ice in the middle of spring, showing its true chroma, its scent, its life.

Oscar and I are like winter and spring. His lips trace kisses over my body, over every inch of my body and I’m given. Body and soul. I fade in his hands and allow myself to feel the heat his skin emanates from mine, like the sun itself, invading me, driving me insane, and burning every nerve, every cell inside me.

And when I’m so lucid, panting, with his body on mine, I feel my heart fluttler with love. His face, fingered as if I could feel every inch of him. And I want to feel, I want him forever and ever. His lip sounds like the most tactful and beautiful orchestra, taking me to the edge of an abyss that I’m happy to throw myself into. His movements ooze love, his kisses on my face, his fingers gliding over my skin, and the way his mouth worships my body. His eyes claim much more than his lips.

In the end, we are like wintertime and springtide. Sapphire and gilt at twilight.

And I love him.

Ireallydo.