Summary: You can’t tell if it takes you a day a week or a month to fall in love with Steven. You just know that you do.
Warnings: There’s a Super Super Super brief description of bandaged wounds in the Friday section. there’s nothing graphic but just in case you should know that’s there.
Author’s Note: Hi I’m still obsessed with him your honor. It is once again, not beta read because somehow the idea of roping one of my friends into proofreading my unhinged softness is too embaressing for me ajlkfjdslfjdlksajflkdjas
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It starts on a Tuesday at noon.
You hate Tuesdays of course, you’ve always had an issue with them since you were little, the first one to throw them under the bus in defense of Mondays. This Tuesday was particularly bad though, as if the whole of the universe had ganged up on you to make you regret ever learning the name for the worst day of the week.
AN: I’m obsessed with Steven and I feel like i’m going insane refreshing the xreader tag for him so I made my own adjlfkadjsflkjsadd. Not beta read, very mushy because that’s how he makes me feel. Enjoy!
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It’s soft, the way Steven loves you. It’s in the way he plays with your fingers at night when he’s procrastinating falling asleep, his dark eyes tracing your face in the low light as if committing you to memory over again despite taking the same actions every night.
synopsis:y/n was always late home, not because of work, but because she would visit her father at a care home every day without fail, it was admirable… but y/n gets bad news.
pairing:steven grant x fem!reader, marc spector x fem!reader (previously established relationship with steven)
warnings:death of a parent, mentions of bad relationship with parent, steven is in a relationship with y/n - marc is not, potentially hinting at abuse in the past (nothing explicitly stated), grief, hurt/comfort
author’s note: this won’t be following the storyline of the show, but minor spoilers about marc’s life w/ his mother ! this will be sort of sad, but it’s mainly a comfort fic :)
reblogs, hearts + comments r always appreciated <3
with an exhausted huff, marc entered his, well steven’s, apartment. it wasn’t often that marc fronted during the day, steven loved his job as much as donna was a bit of a twat to him, he adored being surrounded by egyptian history, marc.. not so much. he’s stated something about the museum being a constant reminder of the god he’d had the misfortune of meeting.
marc walked past y/n’s frozen figure not paying any mind to her, grabbing something to drink from the fridge, “would it kill you to lighten up a bit?” marc muttered, looking at y/n briefly as she sat at the small kitchen table she had bought for her and steven.
“oh, sorry, i’ll … i’ll um put some music on,” y/n stood up, her body visibly stiff as she walked over to the bluetooth speaker sitting by the sink.
“are you alright?” marc furrowed his brows, confused at her odd behaviour. usually she’d quip back at him, saying something like ‘as if you’re a joy to be around’, or ‘when you give me something to smile about, i’ll lighten up’, but this time there was nothing.
“yeah, music, let me put some.. some music on,” y/n nodded to herself, barely speaking at an audible volume.
“y/n, what’s wrong?” marc spoke softly, or as softly as he could. he wasn’t really a soft person, but he tried knowing how much y/n meant to steven. she was important to steven.
“food? you want some food? i can get something cooked up, yeah i’ll only be a few minutes.. music, need some music,” y/n muttered, moving around the kitchen and opening a drawer or two, only to head back to the sink to fiddle with the bluetooth speaker.
“y/n.” he spoke up a bit louder, moving closer to her.
she’s home early?
steven’s concerned voice spoke up and marc looked towards the cabinets, he stared at steven in the reflection of the glass for a few moments and then looked back at y/n who was muttering to herself.
“y/n..” marc stood next to her, looking behind him at the table that had an empty wine bottle and next to it an empty glass, “did something happen?”
y/n looked at marc and it was like she had only just noticed him, despite talking to him only seconds before.
“um..” y/n swallowed the limp in her throat and closed her eyes, “i.. um, my.. my dad.”
marc’s face softened and he realised what had happened. why steven was so confused about her being home early. at this time, y/n would have been at the care home with her father.
“my dad, he um, he passed.” she nodded, blinking away her tears.
“here, c’mon sit down, i’ll get you some water.” he put his hand on her lower back and guided her to the chair she had just been sat on.
“thanks, yeah.. some water, thank you..” y/n muttered to herself as she sat down.
“do you.. want steven?” marc asked, placing a glass of water in front of y/n and dragging the other chair closer to her.
“i..” y/n paused, looking at the glass of water, “i don’t know what i want…”
“alright.. just let me know if you want him, he’s here,” marc nodded awkwardly, unsure of how he was supposed to go about comforting the girlfriend of the man in his head.
“thanks.. ‘ppreciate it.” y/n took the glass of water and took a few sips.
“how did you find out?” marc asked.
“i was there… and, he just fell asleep, it was normal, he usually falls asleep - i guess alzheimer’s really takes it out of you, dunno, but… he just stopped .. breathing.” y/n explained solemnly.
“i’m sorry for your loss,” marc put his hand over her’s and squeezed it.
“it’s weird..” y/n sighed, “my whole life, i’ve just been waiting for this day, i’d pray every night as a child that he would just.. drop dead, but.. i guess i lost my real dad a while ago and .. he was different now, sick of course, but he wasn’t the same man he was and i guess that hurts even more.”
marc just stared into her eyes, letting her talk, knowing that it wouldn’t help for him to try comfort her and that she just needed to speak her mind.
“we never had a good relationship. he was always up my ass for one thing or another and he drove me up the fucking walls, he was a bully, he really and truly was a bully, that is all he ever was!” y/n let out a deep breath and scrunched up her face, “i really can’t believe he’s gone, this is the one thing i always wanted, so why.. does it hurt so fucking bad.”
marc looked down at her hands and thought about his mother, it wasn’t something he did a lot, but he knew exactly how y/n felt, “it hurts because you never got closure.”
y/n looked up and met his eyes.
“you never got closure for the stuff he did and said.. that’s what hurts, he was sick and you got to know a different man, you’re mourning for the sick man who could barely remember his own name, not your father.” marc gulped, licking his lips nervously, his lips suddenly feeling too dry for him to be comfortable.
y/n’s eyes widened a bit and her eyes started to tear up, “yeah..”
“i’m sorry about what he did and what he was like, you of all people don’t deserve that.” the sincerity in marc’s voice struck y/n right in the chest.
“thank you, that means a lot.. coming from you.” y/n smiled sadly, trying to blink the tears away.
“i mean it,” he smiled back, “you’re a good person, you’re good to steven, hell, you’re good to me even if i come back at eleven at night with bloody knuckles,” he laughed, trying to at least for a moment, lighten y/n’s mood, “you didn’t deserve anything that ever happened to you.”
y/n leaned forward and wrapped her arms around marc, his body tensing up for a moment out of shock, but his arms wrapped around her tightly letting her cry on his shoulder. he rubbed his hand up and down y/n’s back soothingly, occasionally reminding her to breathe, or giving her reassurance that she was going to be okay.
the two stayed like that for a while, not that marc minded. he liked it, it was comforting for him just as much as it was for her. marc, although he’d never admit it, was a touch starved man and it was nice to know that y/n trusted him enough to let him be there for her and hold her.
marc, please let me have the body
marc reluctantly pulled away from y/n and whispered, “steven wants the body now.”
“okay,” y/n sniffled, smiling at marc, “thank you, i owe you.”
“try not to get snot over my shirt next time you see me,” marc smirked at her and she laughed, wiping her nose with her sleeve.
“sorry about that.”
“it’s fine, just nice to see you smile again.”
“thank you, marc.” y/n smiled softly at him and picked up the glass of water and gulped down the rest, as steven fronted.
“y/n.. love, you alright?” steven put a hand on her shoulder.
y/n turned her head to face steven and she smiled, “i’m.. a bit better, yeah, thank you.”
“let’s get you to bed, yeah? all nice and cozied up, sound good?” steven smiled back at her.
“mhm,” y/n hummed as steven put an arm around her and guided her to bed.
“good thing you’re already in jammies, ey?” steven chuckled, helping y/n get onto the bed, “let me get changed and i’ll be just a sec.”
“okay,” y/n nodded, her voice slightly drained of any emotion, but steven didn’t take it personally, he knew she was probably still in shock and grieving about her dad. steven rushed over to his dresser and changed out of the clothes marc had dressed the body in that morning, settling for a nice comfortable pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
“so,” he started, getting into the bed next to y/n, grabbing one of her hands with both of his and holding it tightly, “do you need anything? i can do anything you want, love, really! you name it and i’ll do it.. although if you asked me to jump out a window i might hesitate a little bit.”
y/n laughed and shook her head, “steven, if i ever ask you to jump out a window, please don’t.”
“you can’t stop me! i’ll do it, i will!” he laughed with her, and then stopped and looked into her eyes with a softened expression on his face, “really love, what do you need? anything at all.”
y/n pulled him closer to her and wrapped her arms around his torso, putting her head against his chest, “you are enough, just want you.”
“i’m all yours darling.”
“how come you weren’t fronting today? donna say something to you? i swear when i see that cow in the streets no one will be able to stop me from teaching her a lesson.” y/n muttered into his t-shirt and steven chuckled.
“nah… not donna, to be honest, was feelin’ a little lazy today..“ he spoke softly, tracing little shapes into y/n’s back, “marc told me if i didn’t get my ass out of bed, he’d kick my ass… let me just tell you, getting punched by your own fist, biggest betrayal.”
y/n laughed at him, relieved that nothing bad had happened to him and that marc was just helping steven out, “fed gus for you by the way.”
“oh my days, i completely forgot about that, you’re an absolute dream.” steven let out a breath of relief.
“no problem, just glad you’re okay..” y/n mumbled, exhaustion slowly taking over her body.
“let’s get some sleep now, yeah?” steven pressed his lips against her head and squeezed her tightly in his arms.
“yeah.. night night steven.. night marc.” y/n whispered, before finally allowing herself to fall asleep.
“night, love.” he smiled.
don’t go into work tomorrow.
“you must think i’m a bloody idiot if you think i’m going into work and not staying here with her.” steven whispered, trying not to wake up y/n, but not hesitating the shoot a glare at the mirror that marc was standing in, his arms crossed over his chest.
marc didn’t say anything, but he raised his eyebrows and looked to the side.
“you are pulling my leg right now. sod off, will ya, i’m trying to sleep here.” steven looked away from the mirror and pressed another kiss to y/n’s forehead.
Blissfully lying in a deep sleep, you remain unaware of the torment Steven is enduring whilst standing at the end of his bed, watching you with a small smile crossing his lips.
“But it’s Y/n.” Steven moves away from his bed, not wanting to risk causing you to stir. “She’s my best mate, Marc.” Facing a mirror, with slumped shoulders, Marc runs his hands over his face in annoyance.
“She can’t know anything, Steven.” Marc reminds his counter for the fifth time this evening. “It’s not safe for her to know, she’ll be in danger because of it.”
Yet, it doesn’t seem to matter how much Marc drills the point into Steven. The moment his head turns to look back over at you, curled up on top of his bed with your eyes closed and a pillow close to your chest, he just can’t help himself.
“I tell her everything, Marc.” Steven begins, unaware of Marc rolling his eyes. “She’s the only one in the whole world who doesn’t think I’m some kind of nutter. She’s trying to help me with this sleep disorder, and even when I told her that she didn’t leave me.”
And then it clicks. Marc shifts in the mirror, catching a glimpse of the expression across Steven’s face. His eyes soften, his frown reduces and his shoulders are no longer slumped.
“You’re in love with her.” Marc resolutes.
A breath leaves Steven’s lips. “Yeah, I think I am.” He admits. “Which is why I don’t want to lie to her, Marc. We can trust Y/n.” He presses further, approaching the mirror once more.
“It’s just not safe,” Marc starts, but Steven cuts him off.
“What? Because of Layla, huh?” Steven retorts sharply, noticing Marc’s jaw tensing.
“Don’t go there, Steven.” Gritting his teeth, Marc can halts, sensing something shifting.
“Steven?” A tired voice calls out, causing Steven to snap out of his thoughts and turn abruptly on his feet, rather clumsily, to face you.
Walking toward you, Steven perches on the edge of his bed, unable to stop his heart from almost leaping out of his chest as you rub your eyes. “You alright?” He asks softly, unsure of his own voice.
Nodding, you sit upright. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to nod off. I was listening to you, I swear, it’s just Donna really pissed me off today and I,” Cutting yourself off with a yawn, you hold your hands up in annoyance. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, love.” Steven can’t stop himself, it’s too late to take it back.
His eyes widen at the realisation. ’Too late to take it back now, buddy.’ Marc remarks.
“Is everything okay, Steven?” You ask, swallowing your own heartbeat from his comment. “Have you been able to sleep at all tonight?”
And there it is, one of the reasons he can’t help but fall in love with you. You’re forever checking on him in a gentle way, always ensuring he’s okay and if he’s not, you’ll try to help in any way you can.
Shaking his head, you shuffle from your spot to sit beside him.
“There’s something I’ve not been honest about,” Steven begins, his voice shaking. He glances up to see a reflection of Marc on a framed poster, frowning at him.
Without thinking, you take his hand in yours. “Hey, it’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.” Your thumb brushes across his hand, soothing as ever.
“No, I am.” Steven tells himself more than you. “It’s all just too much.” He tries to remain confident, but his walls are breaking down.
“Come here,” You mutter, helping him to lie down on the bed and into your arms. “let’s just try and get some sleep, yeah?” His head remains on your chest, breathing in your scent now mixed with his from the sheets.
Closing his eyes, he can feel Marc’s comments subside. “Y/n?” Steven speaks up, opening his eyes to look up at you.
Your soft gaze fixates on him as you lift your hand up to brush his curls away from his forehead. “Yeah?” Whispering back, a tired smile forms on your face, causing your eyes to crinkle slightly.
The words fail Steven. “Thank you.” He tells you instead, before lowering his head back down, holding back the tears threatening to fall.
“Any time, Steven.” You’re unsure if he can hear how fast your heart is beating, and if he can, he might be ignoring it. “That’s what mates are for.” You remind him, closing your eyes to drift off once more.
marc knew he couldn’t avoid the inevitable forever. there was always going to be a point where you would want to meet steven, even if it wasn’t in the most conventional way. (1.5k)
all the fluff in this one, cause i’m a sucker for soft steven and marc
The silence between the two of you was too loud. He knew exactly what you were thinking, and he dreaded this day.
“So,” You start, “it’s always going to be like this, huh?” Lifting your gaze upward, you hear him hum in response.
“He’s not ready to know, baby.” His arm tightens around your waist, causing goosebumps to once more erupt on your skin and a smirk to form on his lips.
Sadly, this doesn’t bring you much comfort as you slink out from his embrace, something Marc didn’t anticipate. “You’ve been saying that for months, Marc.” The short tone in your voice makes him wince internally.
The truth is, Marc believes you deserve better. He doesn’t want to involve you further into his life, into his situation because he knows one day, you’ll just get up and leave. But of course, he’ll never express this aloud. So instead, he just pushes it away.
“It’s the truth, Y/n.” Marc retorts. “He’s still coming to terms with,” He pauses, unable to say the name as it burns on the tip of his tongue.
Steven’s sleep pattern has become significantly worse and Marc’s control has been transient. He knows it won’t be long until he clocks on, but until then, he has these moments with you.
Noticing the hesitance, you reach out and take his hand into yours, placing it on your lap. “I know.” You mumble, tracing patterns in his palm, avoiding his focus. “But I don’t want us to always be like this, spending fleeting moments and only late nights together.”
“What if,” Marc begins a suggestion, noticing your eyes focusing on him solely and your lips turning upward. “okay, I’ve got an idea.”
You don’t respond immediately, and Marc curses himself for a stupid thought.
“Go for it, Spector.” Taking his hand, you bring it to your lips, kissing his torn knuckles, smelling the copper from them.
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It was a good idea, in Marc’s defence. But being here in front of the entrance, you started to second guess yourself and whether you were ready for this, despite wanting it for so long.
“Come on, we haven’t got all day!” A woman calls out from behind you, quickly followed by a group of school children who rush inside the Museum with wide eyes of awe.
Following the class of students into the Museum, you too share the same sense of wonder for the interior and history lining the walls. “No wonder he loves the place.” You think aloud, passing the children as you head toward the Egyptian exhibition, knowing that it’s a good starting point as any.
Through your wander, you can’t help but think back to Marc when you last saw him. He too was nervous about you meeting his alter, knowing it’ll be strange for you, whereas Steven will be oblivious to the deep meaning of it.
“Just be yourself, okay babe?” Marc asks of you, now sitting in your flat rather than on the rooftop.
Sipping your drink, you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “And why would I be anything else? He’ll love me, I think.” You second guess jokingly, catching a concerned expression in the corner of your eye.
Clearly lost in your thoughts, a child bumps into you and falls over consequently. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” Immediately bending down, you help the little girl to her feet. “Are you alright?”
The child in question nods hesitantly, her lower lip quivering. “I lost my class.” She sadly admits.
“Oh dear,” You sigh softly, looking around to see no other children in the same coloured jumper. “well, let’s find a member of staff, okay? I’m Y/n.” Introducing yourself, you walk alongside the young girl in the direction of the reception, only for her to gasp in awe at the sight of stuffed cuddly toys.
“A crocodile!” She yells, running into the gift shop without giving you a chance to react.
Blindly following the child, your ears perk at a chuckle. “Gotta be careful with that one,” A Londoner comments, and as you lift your gaze up, your heart almost stops in your chest.
His curls part differently, somehow his face softens as he wears a gentle grin and slouches his shoulders but those dark eyes are always the same.
“Steven.” You mumble, noticing his lopsided name tag.
“Why? It’s just a crocodile.” The child shrugs, noticing you approaching whereas Steven keeps his attention on the stuffed toy and the child’s interest.
“Well, you might think that, but it is actually the Goddess Ammit,” Steven’s hands begin to join the conversation and you watch his face light up.
Marc always told you about how expressionate Steven is and once you got him started on Egyptian history, well, there was no stopping him.
Entering the gift shop, you catch the frustrated look of a blonde woman storming toward Steven and the young girl. “Stevie!” She barks. Noting the name tag, it clicks in your head who she is. “What have I told you ‘bout pestering the visitors?” Crossing her arms over her chest, she huffs loudly leaving Steven to stammer a response.
“Sorry,” You interrupt, apologetically smiling at Steven whilst trying to control your heart beating at the sight of him.
Yet, as your attention averts to Donna, you miss the way Steven’s eyes widen and his lips part. 'She’s beautiful.’ He thinks to himself, unaware that Marc is thinking the exact same thing.
“I ran into this little one, pretty sure she’s been split up from her class and I was just trying to find someone to help.” You explain.
“Right,” Donna sighs again, evidently unimpressed as the little girl sways her school bag in front of her. “let’s find your teacher then.” She begins to walk away with the girl who waves back to you and Steven.
“I er,” Steven speaks up almost immediately, knowing someone like you doesn’t frequent these sort of places often, and by these sort of places, he means in a room with him.
“Thanks for that.” You motion to the child trying to match Donna’s quick march. “She’s a bit much, right?” You chuckle, noticing a breathless laugh leave his lips.
“Yeah.” Steven comments. “No matter how many times I say, it’s Steven with a V.” He points to the name tag. “That’s me, by the way. Steven, with a V.”
Your stomach flips and your head aches with the difference between him and Marc. Yet, your heart warms for Steven, knowing how much he means to Marc.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Steven with a V. My name’s Y/n.” You introduce yourself, now walking further into the gift shop whilst Steven mumbles your name under his breath, hoping he never forgets it.
“Y/n, it’s well, welcome to the gift shop.” He rambles, unsure of the words forming and leaving his lips. “Not much of great value, and I wouldn’t bother with the sweets, they’re a bit naff.”
Chuckling, you approach the counter to find the sweets in question, shaped like beetles. “I’ll have you know, gift shops are always my favourite part of any place.” You playfully admit, hearing Steven rush from behind to stand at the counter, resting his elbows on the ledge.
“Really?” Steven can’t help but ask, surprised as you nod.
“I like getting souvenirs of significant places.” Picking up a postcard with the Pharaohs on it, you place it on the counter along with a bag of beetle sweets. “And this seems pretty significant to me.” You add, smiling up at Steven whose cheeks begin to burn at your comment.
Unsure what to say, Steven rings up the items. “I, I s'pose so.” That toothy grin makes an appearance, causing your knees to almost buckle. “Thanks for stopping by, Y/n.” He places your receipt on the counter, sliding it toward you.
“Thanks for the help, Steven. I’m sure you’ll see me around.” You wave, taking the sweets and postcard in hand.
Once out of sight, Steven chuckles to himself in disbelief. “Y/n.” He repeats your name under his breath, hoping that you’re true to your word and come back sometime.
Taking your phone, you begin to text Marc, knowing when he takes over he’ll want to know if and how it went.
“Kids,” Donna barges past you, muttering under her breath, not giving you any recognition as she makes her way to the gift shop.
'I think it went well. :) see you soon.’ You can’t stop the smile on your lips as you wander further into the museum, hoping to visit Steven again soon.
“Stevie! It’s time for your break.” Donna enters, snapping him from his thoughts.
Nodding, Steven walks out of the gift shop and into the inventory room, knowing it’s the one place he will have some peace. With you still fresh on his mind, he takes out his phone and dials her number.
As it normally does, he ends up listening to the voicemail message. “Hi Mum, I think I might’ve met someone,” He starts and begins to explain wistfully whilst Marc watches from the framed photo of the Gods with pride.
It has been a while since you saw Steven and Marc, knowing they had unfinished business with Harrow. But the longer they’ve been gone, the more you worry they won’t return. (1.4k)
some mentions of violence, kinda fluff, kinda angst idk
Sitting in the flat, your eyes wandered from the pages in front of you to the lonely goldfish swimming around in his tank. “I know, Gus.” You sigh, closing the book and leaving it on the small coffee table, piling it on top of the various books you’ve been reading in a feeble attempt to keep your mind occupied.
It has been a week since you last saw Steven, and well Marc in turn.
Marc barely told you anything, knowing you’d only worry and rightfully so. He kept Steven at bay, despite his protests when wanting to at least say goodbye, knowing more about what this would entail and that they might not return.
“Come on, Marc. Let me say goodbye to her, at least.” Steven pleads, brows deeply furrowed at the sight of your confused expression.
“So you’re going somewhere, and won’t even let me know where or when you’ll be back?” You question, crossing your arms in annoyance and rightfully so.
You’d known about Marc as long as Steven had, and though it hasn’t been an easy transition in your relationship, you were learning to embrace it as Steven was. Yet, despite this, Marc was still secretive about certain aspects, including his missions with Khonshu.
Marc huffs loudly, turning his back on you and facing Steven in his reflection. “It’s for your own good.” He states to both of you. “I’ll be back soon, just keep Gus alive.”
Without another word or chance for you to see Steven, Marc picks up his bags and places the spare key in your palm. He closes your fingers over it and squeezes lightly before walking out, leaving you alone with a whirlwind of thoughts.
Since that day, you stayed at their flat. Initially, you told yourself it was for Gus’ sake, he was always used to the company and didn’t want him to go without. However, as days turned to nights you realised you just wanted to see them come home safe and more importantly, alive.
Flicking through channels on the small TV, you could barely focus as the moonlight blared through the old windows. “Fuck you, Khonshu.” You mutter, curling up into the arm of the sofa, closing your eyes and imagine it was Steven holding you in his warm embrace, or even Marc on a softer occasion.
A loud scream causes you to stir from your attempt at sleep. You reach for the nearest object, which happens to be a hardback book and hold it up to your chest for defence. “Okay,” Muttering to yourself you try to control how fast your heart is beating from the abrupt awakening.
Another noise sounds, yet it isn’t a scream from the streets below. Instead, it is coming from outside of the flat.
“Shit.” Lowering the book momentarily, you scan the sofa for your phone, hoping that Marc and Steven, wherever they are still have their phones at least.
With shaky hands, you try to type out a message, unsure of what good it’ll do. ’someone’s here.’ Is all you manage to type before sending the message when footsteps approach the front door, that awful creaking floorboard that sits outside of the flat causes your ears to perk in fear.
The doorknob continues to rattle, causing your fear to spike as you desperately search for a potential weapon. “Fuck.” You whisper, tears now forming in your eyes whilst you scramble around toward the kitchen for a knife.
Quickly grabbing one, you freeze at the sound of the lock clicking.
A tear falls from one of your eyes as those hinges creak for a second before slamming open against the doorframe. A series of books fall to the ground, muffling your gasp as you cover your mouth, trying to hide in the corner of the kitchen.
Entering the flat, three men with hoods stand in the doorway. Each of them eyeing the contents, you hear them muttering to one another.
“Search everything.” One speaks up, the other two nodding in agreement as they step further into the flat and begin to pull books from the shelves, bedding from the mattress and inching toward your hiding spot.
With your eyes remaining tightly shut, each ruckus causes you to flinch. ‘Please ignore me.’ Mentally you repeat the sentence, hoping you’re the least of their priorities as they ransack the place.
Then it goes quiet.
Too quiet.
“What do we 'ave here?” One of them pipes up, the other two standing beside with sinister smirks as they spot you quivering, eyes still closed, wishing for it to all be a nightmare.
Stepping toward you, the leader of the trio kneels in front of you. His fingers glide across your cheek, hearing you whimper in fear as you apprehensively open your eyes.
“Hi, beautiful.” He chuckles, quickly noticing the knife in your grip, almost useless. “Now, we don’t wanna cause any harm here, do we boys?” Looking over his shoulder, the others shake their heads teasingly. “We are looking for Marc Spector,” The man leans closer, brushing your hair from your ears and whispers. “know where he is, sweetheart?”
You can’t help but shudder as his breath fans your neck, hating how defenceless you feel. “No.” You answer.
The man rises to his feet with a sharp breath. “Sadly sweetheart, that isn’t the correct answer.”
Before you can even glance upwards, a foot plummets into your ribs, causing you to keel over into a fetal position. “You fucker!” You cry out, the knife you once held discarded beside you.
“Now, wanna try that again?” Another steps forward, cracking his fists in eagerness.
“I don’t know where he is.” Again, answering truthfully.
Bringing your knees closer to your chest, you force yourself upright, leaning against the kitchen cabinets. “He wouldn’t tell me shit, so good luck with whatever you’re trying here.” You laugh weakly, the pain from your ribs increasing by the second.
The leader merely hums. “You’re his womanthough.”
“His woman?” You remark, scoffing. “What decade are you in dude?”
That comment lands you a punch in the face, a searing pain you struggle to comprehend. Silence ensues from you whilst they converse, unaware of your eyes drooping or the sound of the floorboards outside creaking.
*
“Come on, come on, Y/n.” A hand gentle taps your cheek, a voice you know and seek comfort in. “I know you’re in there, come on, please.” He mutters, bringing you into his lap.
Uneasily, you begin to open your eyes. “Marc?” You mumble, groggy from the dull pain in your face and ribs as you shift, only to be shushed in response.
“I wouldn’t move, love.” Steven comments, his soft smile easing your discomfort. “And I wouldn’t look around either, someone got carried away.”
“I didn’t get carried away.” Marc rolls his eyes. “Someone else did.”
Furrowing your brows in confusion, Marc helps bring you closer into his chest, keeping your back turned to the three lifeless bodies strawn the flat. “I’ll explain everything, I promise.” Marc tells you softly, his hand still palmed on your cheek, feeling your tears coated with dried blood.
“We’re really sorry, Y/n.” Steven tells you, tears brimming in his eyes at the sight of you all bloodied up. “Marc knows now, he, he should’ve explained everything.” He stumbles over his words, feeling the lump in his throat rising further up.
Lifting your hand up weakly, you rest it on his cheek with a gentle smile. “I know,” You mutter. “he’s got a lot of explaining to do.” A weak laugh passes through your lips, easing Steven’s pained expression. “Thank you though.”
“You’re our girl, doll.” Marc regards with a light shrug, his hand now resting on your waist lightly, not wanting to risk hurting you. “It’s what we do for the girl we love.” He admits, unable to stop the words from falling.
Feeling Marc tense up, you lean back in his embrace. “You falling for me, Spector?” You tease knowingly, and before he can respond, you lean closer to his lips. “'Cause I might be falling for you too.”
Internally, Steven is clapping his hands in excitement whilst Marc mentally freezes, leaving Jake to front momentarily.
“He’s happy to know, mi amor.” Jake chuckles, watching you tilt back in pure bewilderment. “Allow me to introduce myself, the creator of that mess, Jake Lockley, Princessa.”
Summary: Jake Lockley has gotten a video that you’ve been kidnapped by the cult of Ahipop. He knows he can’t do it by himself and he’s hesitant to call a certain person he hates but Matt Murdocks helps Jake save you while uncovering the plot of the cult.
“I promise, no matter where you are. I will find you, I will continue to find you over and over again.”
—JAKE DIDN’T WANT TO HAVE TO CALL MATT MURDOCK BUT WHAT CHOICE DID HE HAVE? The cult of Apophis was what brought him to you in the first place. The whole mission that started the partnership was because of the cult. But he thought he killed all of them months ago but he was wrong. Matt Murdock helped on the case because they were terrorizing and harming the people of New York, he helped destroy them with you and Jake but they were back. And they kidnapped you.
Jake told Matt to meet him at the old location where they use to meet up. He wasn’t fond of the devil of Hell’s Kitchen for many reasons. There were too many reasons why he hated Matt. The goody-two-shoes hero had a rule of not killing people and that everyone deserved a second chance, redemption. Jake never believed in redemption, he would see through the eyes of Marc how Marc desperately wanted to believe that his mother could change and love him. But not Jake, he knew that she would never change and knew that until her dying breath, she stayed the same.
She had the choice of a second chance after blaming Marc for his brother’s death but she kept going. She kept harming them. Why do people deserve a second chance? Jake wasn’t going to give people the satisfaction of continuing their horrendous actions, he didn’t care if they deserved a second chance.
Another reason he despises Matt Murdock was because of the history Matt had with you. There was too much history there that made Jake’s skin crawl. That burning sensation flooded through his veins every time he thought about it. He knew Matt was still and always will be in love with you.
Jake shook his head at the idea. His fingers curled around the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turned white as his hands shook from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. “Matt Murdock? The man from the photos?” Steven questioned from the reflection tilting his head.
“Isn’t he blind?” Marc questioned from the other side of the window shield, quirking an eyebrow at Jake.
“Yeah but he’s the devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Some consider him a hero. Others consider him a terrorizer for how he handles situations.” Jake spoke as he turned on the ignition to the limo and wiped away the crumbled-up tablet off his lap.
summary:steven is confused and hurt why you’ve gotten sharp with him, which finally pushes him to let you know he’d always notice when it came to you.
pairing: steven grant x reader, marc is here BUT reader is unaware that it was him and he is an asshole!
tags: a little bit of angst, reader being mad at ‘steven’, steven then being confused why they’re mad at him, fluffy at the end and a bit of a make out at work action!
word count:4.5k
notes: this is part two to “Please Notice”, which you can find here! thank you all for the support on the last few fics I’ve posted! But as always, please let me know if my writing is ever harmful in any way, it is never my intention to do so. now, please enjoy and leave any comments you have!
As much as you had wished the earth would open up and swallow you whole, you knew there was no chance of it happening. You knew Steven didn’t want you here by his posture and by how tight he had his jaw clenched as you continued to get closer to him. And you know you should leave, leave and give him his time and space but you know you can’t.
You wanted answers, not only about his feelings now, no, now you needed answers on why the hell he showed up covered in blood after dodging all 14 of your calls. But, by the way he had quickly walked past you and your stretched hands reaching towards him, the hope for answers had seemed to dwindle as he grew further away. The sight of his back retreating from you without a single word being passed to you made your eyebrows pinch in frustration.
“Steven?” It came out as a softer whisper than you had wanted. You wanted him to know that you were growing frustrated, but your worry had overpowered that. And before you could begin rapid questioning him, Steven whipped around, meeting your eyes with his colder, harsh ones. You’d never seen Steven look at you, or anyone, like that before. You reeled back in shock as he spit out words.
“Just forget about all of this. It’s none of your business.”
Even though the voice did not match the sweet Steven you knew, you couldn’t help but get mad. “Hey! Steven what the hell? One, what’s with the accent? Two, you leave for 2 bloody days and then show up covered in blood and expect me to just shrug it off? Yeah, no.” You had let out a sarcastic laugh at the end of your words.
“Why are you even here? It’s not like we’re dating. We work together and you think thisis okay? You just showed up here?” At his harsh words and the glare he was giving you, you shut your mouth and felt yourself retreating back into yourself. He had a point, you knew that. You guys weren’t dating, you had no reason to even be worried or for trying to find him but hearing him say that made all your previous thoughts of something ever happening between the two of you vanish, leaving you with a fractured heart and an anger burning in your chest.
“Oh? Yeah, okay we work together and maybe I was worried about you since half the time you come stumbling in like you don’t even know your own name! And who do you look for when you’re all twisted up and confused, huh? Steven? Who, who do you go to? Not Donna, or J.B and there’s absolutely no way you can go to Dylannow.” It was a bit of a low blow, but he clearly wasn’t distraught about missing the date in order to do God-knows what.
At the mention of Dylan, Steven straightens his back up, giving you a glance over before rolling his eyes and throwing a quick, “I don’t have time for this.” Seeing the way he quickly brushed off your comment like it had no effect on him when what he said had sent a reeling pain through your chest hurt even more. ‘Had you really imagined it all?’
And before you could call him to turn himself back to you, to make time for this, he quickly rushed into his apartment, slamming the door in your face. Before you could even think of rushing in after him, you heard the sound of the locks turning and the chain being slid over, leaving you staring at the bold-golden numbers with the build up of tears sitting in your water-line, waiting to finally fall onto your cheeks. Just as the first tear fell you quickly shook your head, wiping the tear from your face and made your way back to the dodgy elevator.
You couldn’t believe how quick your hopes had been stomped by the same guy who you had bought in pastries and a coffee that helped you get through the long day full of middle school tours and the bitchy boss that was Donna. At the thought of work you also couldn’t believe that you had let this be the reason for Dylan covering for you.
But you knew that the rest of the day wouldn’t have gone well if you had gone back to work, the constant thinking of Steven’s harsh glare and venomous words sitting heaving in your heart and mind. Which is why you went home, grabbing a new pint of ice cream since you had finished the original one the past weekend, and began to rewatch those same romcoms, wrapped in a blanket and all the lights turned off.
You didn’t even want to think about how tomorrow would go, seeing Steven walking in knowing it wouldn’t be the same as it was.
You hated how much sleep you lost over yesterday and Steven’s words. You hated it especially right now as you were leaning your head against the countertop, resting your eyes before your first tour came in. You were tired and you were going to use these fleeting 12 minutes to your advantage and try to prepare yourself for the 20 plus middle school students to come in, eagerly pointing and asking questions like most do, the thought making you face scrunch up in annoyance. You were already getting a headache from the thought of the loud children surrounding you and asking who one of the Statue of Pharaohs were and why they would have people shut them inside ‘those stupid cages.’
And just as you were raising your head and glancing near the door, expecting to see a teacher leading the kids to you, but instead you saw Steven making his way in, looking more sleep deprived than you. ‘Good, let him lose sleep over it.’ Was all you could think of as a small scowl passed onto your face as you watched him hurry past, throwing a small wave and smiling your way. ‘What the hell?’ Did you see that right?
Before you could linger on the thought of it any longer, you heard the door open and the museum suddenly became engrossed in loud chatter from all the children, causing you to shut your eyes with a deep sigh coming out of you. With a deep breath in, you quickly turned around and let a fake smile onto your face, “Hi, welcome to the Museum of all things Egyptian! I’ll be your tour guide today and please feel free to ask any questions you may have!”
As you began the tour, you knew you would have to take the children to the gift shop, the one place you didn’t want to go today. You had no desire to talk to Steven today, or any other day for that matter. Partially because you were still angry with him but also because you were embarrassed at how right he was. You had no right to show up unannounced, you weren’t dating and he held no feelings for you. You were worried for him, yes, but you shouldn’t have shown up to his house like that after multiple responses, it was invasive and you knew the relationship from here on out would be awkward if there was one.
You obviously had gone with good intentions, check in on him and find out how he felt, but he didn’t see it like that, clearly. To you, Steven had probably seen it as overstepping and weird. What co-worker, friends nonetheless, shows up at your door randomly simply because they hadn’t seen or heard from them in two days?
Just as you were walking past the glass case that held one of the statues of an old sarcophagus, one of the kids in the front had pointed at the doors of the gift shop screaming out, “Oh tour-guide lady! Can we go in there? Pretty please!” At the mention of the gift-shop, all the kids joined in on the begging, and the sound of 20+ children screaming at you to take them to the gift shop had started stressing you out so you quickly announced, “Of course! Let’s make our way now!” As they had all started following after you, seeming to grow more excited, nearly jumping up and down, you grew more anxious. Every step you took towards the door, the image of Steven got clearer, slouched shoulder, tan jacket hugging his figure nice, and a small scowl downturned, seeming to mutter to himself. ‘Probably about how gummies have nothing to do with Egypt.’
As you had reached the door, you pulled it towards you and allowed the children to gather inside. Before they could all spread out you quickly shouted, “Be careful with the glass items!” At the sound of your voice, Steven was quick to glance up at you, smiling at the back of your head waiting for you to turn to him and make your way to him as you always did when you had tours.
As you turned around, eyes skimming over Steven and seeing his beaming smile directed towards you, you were shocked, but it also made you tighten your jaw and quickly turn on your heel and walk towards a group of kids who were about to drop one of the mugs in the back. “Oh sweethearts, why don’t we look at a few of the stuffed plushies instead?” At the mention of the plushies, a girl quickly handed the mug over and let you place it down before you walked the group towards the Taweret merchandise.
But as you were doing this, you hadn’t noticed the way Steven’s smile dropped as he looked after you. First, he had apparently lost all his chances with Dylan and now you were clenching your jaw and turning away from him? Steven had felt his heart start beating harder against his chest at the thought of hurting or doing something wrong to you in the two days he had lost. Had he? Has he hurt you? Or maybe said something to you? At the thought of doing something that would cause this reaction, he felt his stomach turn in knots and his face grew hot. He had almost started to go over in your general direction, asking to speak to you privately when he noticed a few of the kids were at the counter, asking for some sweets. Steven had let a smile on his face, glancing back at you before focusing on the children.
“Oh yeah sure, what kind would you like?” The child began pointing at a few of the ones behind him and on the counter in trays in front of him, his eyes going back and forth between the candies and you. Were you okay? Were you just overwhelmed by all the kids like before? Did you need him? Steven tried to stay focused on the child asking for different types of gummies and a few lollies, but he couldn’t help but worry about you. Just as he had finished grabbing the last of the jelly candies from behind him, he turned around and saw you had come up to the counter to check on the kids that were standing there, asking if everyone had gotten something. At the sight of you, he had accidentally dropped the gummies on the counter harder than he had expected, keeping his eyes locked on you as you stared back at him. Although his attention quickly fell back to the child as he heard the boy snicker. “Sor- Sorry, Uh is that all for you?”
At the boy’s nod, he bagan ringing the candies up as he kept glancing back at you as you had started walking away, trailing behind one of the girls who was pulling you towards the paperweights on the shelf.
After he had managed to ring all the kids up and take their payments, he was standing in front of you trying to find the words to say. Seeing you sigh and begin to walk away Steven quickly grabbed your hand and turned you back to him, “Are you okay? You seemed to be a bit upset in there and was wondering if the kids were gettin’ to be too much again, not that you’d need my help..” He had trailed off as he watched your eyes narrow, brows furrowed in confusion. “What I’m trying to say is; I’m worried about you.”
You let out a small scoff, shaking your head softly at him. “Oh now you’re worriedabout me? You have timefor me now?” You had let your anger get the best of you as you had snapped at him, watching as his eyes grew wide in confusion and hurt. You hated that you felt your heart tug in guilt at the thought of hurting him the same way he had done to you, but you hadn’t regretted what you said. He didn’t get to pick and choose when to talk to you and when someone could worry about someone, it wasn’t fair that he was acting as if last night hadn’t happened when it was all you could think about.
“What? I don’t know what you mean, I always have time for you.. Did I do something wrong here?” Steven was very clearly confused on what you were talking about, seeming to not even understand what you were referencing. “Not last night you didn’t. Came to check up on you and you seemed to have no ‘time for this’. Ringing any bells?” As you watched as his eyes grew even more sunken, more confused and dazed, your anger seemed to dissipate and confusion of your own was growing.
“What… What are you talking about darling, You never came over to my flat, trust me I woulda’ remembered that. I’ve lost these two days and I don’t know why or, or what’s happening.” His accent was thick, but voice was still soft as he was trying to rack his brain for any memory of you coming over, but there was none. How had he completely missed you when you had come over? And why would he treat you like that, when he knew all he wanted when he realized he missed the date was to be with you? It didn’t make sense to him and it was present in his facial expression.
“You really don’t remember do you?” Your voice had gone back to its usual soft spoken tone it was with him, something that seemed to cause the anxiety that was steadily rising slowly making its way back down. You weren’t as mad at him now, he could tell by the way your voice changed and your body slowly got closer to him, your eyes full of worry. “Steven, do you remember anything that you had done those two days?”
“No, I remember going to sleep and waking up and it was already nearing 7 and I had to meet Dylan and then I got there and it turns out it’s Sunday! I missed the date but I don’t really care,” He had started to get more confused as he thought it all out, glancing between your eyes and the ground below him, “because I’m confused and worried about what I said and did to you. So what did I do? Did I hurt you, oh god what’s wrong with me?” At the thought of him hurting you, Steven had started pacing a little as he muttered to himself in frustration.
“No, no you didn’t exactly hurt me. You just said some rude things but it’s fine.” At the sight of Steven’s glossy brown eyes looking into yours, full of regret you had quickly reassured him, “Look, I have to guide the tour out but then I’ll come back here and we can talk it all out, okay? Nothing’s wrong and we can figure it all out, just give me 3 minutes tops.” After seeing Steven nod his head, his hands slowly playing with the hem of his jacket, you quickly went to release the children back to the teachers and wish them farewell, a smile plastered on your face as if nothing was wrong, like your mind wasn’t jumbled from the conversation with Steven.
But as you had made your way back to Steven, you noticed he had moved behind the counter, against the inventory door, anxiously glanding around the room while also absentmindedly playing with his hands and as he was looking around, he seemed to have caught your eyes. At the connection, he stilled and kept his eyes focused solely on your figure making your way to him, his breathing slowing and his hands dropping to his sides as he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked. Your hand had been tousled with how many times you ran your fingers through it, and your shirt had a coffee stain near the bottom of it, mascara smudged under your eyes but all he could see was you. The real you.
The person who would drop everything going on in their own life in order to comfort their friend, the person who could smile at you and make your heart start beating faster, the person who cared for and loved so deeply that when someone hurt you, you told them it was okay in fear of losing them completely, the person who heloved so deeply he couldn’t fathom the idea of hurting you, losing you forever. And as you had made your way up to him, he couldn’t help but latch his hands on your own, dragging you into the inventory room, quickly shutting the door behind him.
“I’m sorry for whatever it is that I said o- or did, I don’t care but please believe me when I say I’d never want to hurt you, my dove please.” Steven was breathless as he had managed to get it out, fearing that if he hadn’t, you’d walk away from him. Steven knew he sounded desperate, pleading for you to understand, for you to stay with him but he didn’t care. God, he would get on his knees in this stupid gift shop in order to keep you with him, even if it was as a close friend and not as someone he could holdandloveas he so desperately wanted to.
“Steven, I’m not mad at you, I swear. Confused? Beyond belief, but I’m not mad, not anymore anyways.” You had begun rubbing small shapes onto the hands that were holding your own so tightly within his own, hoping to bring him some peace-of-mind. “Last night… You did say something that hurt but you also weren’t wrong, and I see that you do feel guilty about it so it’s fine. We’re fine.” You emphasized, wanting him to truly understand that it was okay.
“Well, what was it? What did I say to you?” At that question, you froze, the movement on Steven’s hand freezing and your eyes staring into his own, your heart started beating faster as you felt your stomach get twisted in knots.
“Um.. you just said that I had no reason for checking on you, that we weren’t dating and that I had no right to show up to your apartment and you were right. I overstepped and I’m sorry.” You had said it so fast, not giving him a chance to stop you; knowing that if he had then you wouldn’t be able to finish it. You hadn’t expected for him to quickly begin moving his own hands, up your lower arms, past your upper arms and grab your face with his hands, forcing you to keep your eyes connected with his own. The eye contact was sending flutters in your stomach and tugs to your heart, you could feel heat was beginning to move up your neck to your cheeks, your throat closing in anticipation.
“You don’t need a reason to come to me, darling. If you need me or want to check up on me you come. You can come by whenever you want. I don’t care if we aren’t dating.” Steven was firm, but still so soft with each passing sentence, trying to make sure you understood that you were welcomed anytime. Your eyes had watered at the words, he was showing this side of him you hadn’t seen before, a side you never thought you’d get to see after last night.
“Last night, the reason I was there… I wanted to ask if you had noticed me.” Your chest had been going up and down, nervous for what he would say. But at the statement, Steven furrowed his brow. Had he noticed you? God, when had he not been looking?
“Notice you? Love..” As Steven had trailed off, thinking about all the things he had noticed, you were thinking he was trying to break it to you gently. You figured he was trying to tell you that he had never seen you, that there was no possible way for him to notice the small things Donna had mentioned previously.
“It was a stupid question, I shouldn’t have even tried ask really. I mean, it’s weird right? We can just forget about it, yeah? Go back to how it was-” You were cut off as Steven had pulled your face closer to his, his hands still being planted on your face, leaned his forehead against your own and brushed his nose down towards yours with his eyes closed. Steven was breathing harder than before, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he lightly shook his head.
“It’s not stupid, I’ve noticed everything about you. From the way you let out sighs when you’re sad, how you clench your jaw when you’re mad and how your eyes sparkle when you get happy,” Steven had let out a small laugh, his breath fanning your face as you watched him in disbelief as he continued, “how you tend to talk more with your hands when you’re passionate about something, how you like your coffee and which pastries you don’t like.” You hadn’t realized that you had tears in your eyes, some of them slowly falling out as he finished answering you, finally opening his eyes, the hues of browns and dark greens staring into your own. “Or how, how you always check on me, whether it be in person or a text, no matter what you make me feel like I matter. How could I not notice? I always notice.”
“Steven..” It came out breathless, your nose nudging his own, lips ghosting over each other, but never connecting. “Why.. why did you never say anything?” As the question slipped past your lips, fanning onto his own, he let out a small laugh as he answered, “Cause’ I’m a right nob. I always watched, never thinking I would be enough for you.” Tears welled in both of your eyes now, Steven’s brown eyes never leaving your (E/C) ones as you shook your head at him, noses rubbing together at the movement.
“You are exactlywhat I’ve wanted. It’s always been you my love, always you.” It was a soft whisper, meant for him and him only. The words seemed to have settled into his ears as he had let a wide smile grace his lips as he quickly whispered, “Then you’ll have no problem with this.”
At that, Steven had finally dipped his head and connected his slightly dry chapped lips to your eager ones. It wasn’t slow and timely, it was quick and desperate, both of you trying to show how deeply you loved each other with one kiss. Steven’s hands had stayed firm on your face as yours had moved to grip his wrists in order to ground yourself, to realize that it was real.
Steven had slowly backed you up against the door, one of his hands slowly moving down to your waist, tightly having a hold on you. You let out small, breathy moans as he started to slowly trail his lips down your neck, nipping every now and then, his hand continued to caress the back of your head, giving it a resting place instead of against a hard door.
If there was one thing you knew now, it was that Steven was a good kisser, but he was also eager to please. The way he always had a hand pressed against your skin, with enough pressure to keep you aware of what was happening where his hands were, but also soft enough for you to get lost in the feeling, slowly leaning into it. Always wanting more, never having enough of him. And Steven was loving it. Steven would get on his knees right now, doing whatever it is you requested of him, as long as you kept looking at him like that with his hands on you.
As Steven had finally pulled away, he had noticed the way your breaths grew deeper, the way your chest was falling with small gasps escaping your lips. He always noticed. And the thought that he was the reason for that, for the breathlessness, the small moans that had escaped you and the small forming bruises on your neck and at the top of your collarbones made him ecstatic.
“Yeah, I definitely didn’t mind that.” It was another breathy chuckle, a large smile pointed up at him as he had smiled down at you. At the statement, Steven let out his own laugh, his hands still gripping your waist as he muttered down to you, “I didn’t move too fast, did I? You know the whole door thing and the neck…” He had a blush forming on his face as he had asked you, you shaking your head as you knew you had thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.
“Let me take you out, not to some stupid-bloody steak house. Anywhere you want, it’s yours… please.” Steven’s hands had made their way back to holding your face, his face leaning closer to yours as he had practically begged you, not knowing that if he had asked you to jump for him you’d simply ask “How high would you like love?”
“Yeah, I wondered what the hell you were doing going on a date to a steakhouse.” At the retort, Steven let out a laugh as he leaned down and pecked you on your lips giving a small, “I was wondering what the hell I was doing asking anyone but you.”
You giggled at that as you slightly pushed him away, checked the time on your watch and told him your next tour was coming up in the next few minutes. And as you slowly opened the door, pressing a light kiss onto Steven’s lips and walked away with a small blush on your cheeks, he noticed.
Steven noticed the way his heart had finally felt like it was whole again, noticed how you had glanced around before fixing your collar and tapping your heated cheeks.
When it came to you, he’d always notice
Hellooo! I hope you enjoyed this, there has been quite a few people who asked to be tagged so without further ado; thank you!
summary: Steven Grant hated coffee, but he loved the way it tasted on you when he kissed you. Marc Spector loves coffee, longing to taste it on your mouth.
pairing: steven grant x reader
tags: fluffy, steven is literally so soft for reader, this whole thing is really just making out (with a bit of grinding and lowkey alludes to smut) reader is aware of Marc and the business with Khonshu!
word count: 2.3k (small thing while i get a master list out!)
notes: hello, I hope you all enjoy this! It’s a short little thing while I try to figure out and get a master list all sorted out! As always, please let me know if I have made any form of mistakes with writing DID, it is never my intentions to hurt or misinform someone with my writing! But alas, please enjoy!
Stevenhatedthe taste of coffee, loathed the smell of it even more. But when you come home from work, begging for a cup and for him to hold you, it all goes right out the window.
He doesn’t care that the smell wafting around his loft is nauseating, nor does he care about the fact that you had spilt a small drop of the caramel brown liquid onto one of the random pages he had scattered around the desk. No, all he cares about is the weight of you sitting down against him, the smell of your coconut and honeydew shampoo wafting in his nose, immediately relieving the knots in his stomach, caused by the smell of coffee, as you let out a deep sigh, finally being able to relax.
— STEVEN GRANT FINALLY HAD TO ADMIT TO HIMSELF THAT HE NEEDED HELP. Professional help that is, it took a while for him to understand that he was at his limit for a mental breakdown. He knew he needed to talk to someone other than the statue man on the street. Someone who would actually respond to when he ranted and well, he searched around for a therapist and found you.
Steven was quite nervous to start therapy, any person was really. To share your vulnerability was scary and Steven only ever been vulnerable with the lively statue by the fountain. His heart pounded in his chest as he shifted on his feet staring at the door with a frosted plane window with your last name on it. Steven was muttering underneath his breath trying to convince himself to go in.
“Don’t be mental, you need this Steven. You just need help.” Steven whispered to himself, staring at the plane, he saw the reflection shift a bit but he didn’t move. He brought the back of his clenched fist to his eyes and rubbed them furiously. “I definitely gone mental.”
With his series of muttering gradually becoming louder, suddenly, the door opened causing him to jump in his spot, taking a step back. Your head peeked out the door with furrowed brows and parted lips. Steven felt his breath caught in his throat staring at you with wide eyes. You were simply breathtaking. The way your [color] eyes stared at him in curiosity but with such softness that made him drown in those hues, losing himself all over again.
The way your hair fell over your face and your plump lips quirking into a soft smile. “Oh! You must be Steven Grant!” You beamed happily, opening the door more and stepping by the door frame. “I heard noises out here and I thought one of my neighbors was disturbing you.”
The Co-Worker Rule (Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley x Reader)
Summary:With the Avengers’ ranks depleted in the aftermath of the blip, your team needs heroes. Your mission is to recruit the Moon Knight. What you didn’t expect was to fall for him.
Fluff, Adventure
Pairings: Mainly Steven Grant x reader, Marc Spector x reader, Jake Lockley x reader
Warnings: I did my best to accurately represent DID but please tell me if there are errors, canon typical violence, some blood, broken bones, super-powered reader, not really edited yet, I cannot write a fic where I don’t talk about Oscar’s nose and hair
A/N:Based on this request: I absolutely LOVED secret identities!!! Do you think you can do another avengers!xreader and marc/Steven/jake story!! Mange the reader is sent to recruit moonknight and then end up falling for each other?
This is not the Secret Identities sequel (my other Avengers!reader fic). The sequel is coming soon!
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Marc Spector. Steven Grant. Jake Lockley. Three men, two superheroes, one body, and exactly who the Avengers needed. Well, to be fair the Avengers needed anyone with superpowers.
That’s how you found yourself in London watching Steven Grant sit on a park bench, eat a sandwich, and stare into the sunset. The crowds were gone by the time dusk fell, and it was just you and Steven. You wouldn’t risk civilian casualties if he turned out to be a lose cannon, so you’d waited.
You approached carefully and sat on the bench beside Steven who stared silently into the distance. He’s really very handsome with his curly hair and dark eyes, and the silhouette of his nose and jaw in the setting sun has you swallowing hard. Without so much as a glance, he holds out a foil wrapped panini from the stand he stopped at earlier, offering it to you like you were an old friend.
“Probably cold now,” he finally says in a thick British accent. “Saw you following me when I left work. Thought you might be hungry too. S’not poisoned or nothing’.”
“What do you mean it’s not poisoned?” Jake hisses. “I told you to drug them.”
“Jake, we don’t have access to anything to drug someone,” Marc is confused. “Do we?”
You can’t help but smile a little bit at Steven Grant and take the food he’s offering. You are hungry, and though the hours old food would sit badly in a normal human’s stomach, you’re unconcerned. And if it’s poisoned, well, poison didn’t really work on you.
“So what do you want then?” Steven finally looks at you.
You have a mouthful of food, and all you can do is freeze as the full weight of Steven Grant’s gaze settles on you.
“Ever heard of the Avengers?” you opt to cut right to the chase.
“What? Are we stupid?” Marc hisses.
“Hasn’t everyone?” Steven filters Marc’s snide remark.
“I’m an Avenger.”
“Bullshit. Give me the body!”
“We know about,” you debate the best way to sound non-threatening and end up gesturing vaguely to his whole body. “you and are interested-”
The man hears nothing else that you say, just Jake’s voice.
“Steven, give me the body,” his alter says with deadly calm.
Steven doesn’t, just keeps staring at you. Sadness fills his deep brown eyes.
“Don’t try to take me in,” he mutters. “It won’t end well for you.”
“No, no,” you put a hand on his knee. “I’m not here to arrest you or anything like that.”
Steven glances down at your hand, and you draw it back quickly, apologetically.
“We want to recruit you for the initiative,” you explain, rubbing your hands together as you talk. “After Cairo, Moon Knight is a bit of a hero amongst us Avengers.”
Steven looks at you with slightly parted lips. The sun catches in his dark curls, and as you’re staring at him thinking that he is one of the most beautiful human beings you’ve ever seen he’s staring back thinking the same thing.
“Keep it together, buddy,” Marc says. “I don’t disagree with you, but-”
“This is dangerous. Someone knows about us! Mierda! Do the Avengers know about all of us?”
You look him up and down. God, you want to touch those curls. Stop. Focus. You have got to focus. You cross your arms, leaning forward onto your knees and pulling your gaze away from Steven to look into the distance.
“After the blip, the battle, we lost so much. The team scattered, but our enemies didn’t. I’m not asking you to live in a tower or at the new compound. We just need heroes willing to defend those who can’t defend themselves,” you let the sadness tinge your voice, sadness for your lost team. “Heroes who will answer the call when it’s time.”
“I’m not a hero.”
The accent is gone. You glance over at Marc Spector, his brows furrowed deeply as he studies you. He thinks he believes you, even though Jake is still suspicious. It’s the tragic honesty of your plea that makes him comfortable enough to front. And it’s the perfect opportunity to see just how much you know.
“Nice to meet you, Marc.”
“Looks like the answer is everything,” Jake hisses.“Everything!”
Reluctantly, Marc allows Jake to front. You can tell instantly by how his mouth sets in a tight line that you’re looking at the third alter. Jake clearly sees you as a threat. All you know from the file is that he is “the most violent of the three,” which is an assessment you think is unfair. It seemed to you that Jake only fronted when the system was in real danger, only took lives when absolutely necessary, did anything to protect Marc and Steven. You admired him for it, respected him.
But if he saw you as a threat, then you were in trouble. Shit.
You jump to your feet, taking a defensive stance as Jake stands too, looking at you with a slightly tilted head and menacing eyes.
“You want us to be an Avenger?” He growls. “What if I don’t believe you?”
He steps closer, closer.
“Jake, I think she’s telling the truth,” Steven interrupts.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he says aloud then lunges for you.
You side step him, raising your hands and blocking his punch easily. He spins and kicks. You slide back to avoid it, totally on the defensive, not having any desire to really fight Jake. That is, until he finds your ribs with a hard kick. Something cracks. Instinct takes over then. You kick him right in the chest, sending Jake staggering backward.
“Not bad,” he grins like this is some sort of game.
You glance around, making sure the park is still empty. You don’t want the cops called on an Avenger fighting a vigilante. There’s no one. You leap at Jake, tossing punch after punch that he blocks easily. Just as you intended. He’s distracted and doesn’t notice you step in to sweep out his leg, knocking him flat on his butt.
He kicks your ankle hard, and you fall forward to your knees. By the time you realize what’s happening, he’s back on his feet in a low crouch. You use your momentum to roll forward, back on your feet in an instant only inches from Jake. He strikes forward; you catch his arm, locking out his wrist and elbow and spinning him around. You raise a knee to strike his face, and he grabs your thigh.
Add some degree of super strength to Moon Knight’s list of powers. He hooks an arm under your leg and flips you onto your back, shaking your grip free as the air whooshes from your lungs. Pain shoots through your side. Jake’s body collapses heavily on yours, pinning you beneath him. He straddles your waist, leaning forward over you.
You bring an elbow across his face and blood sprays from his nose.
“Alright, I’m definitely buying the Avengers thing,” Marc says.
Jake wasn’t quite convinced. He draws back a hand and you jerk your head to the side to avoid the punch. He hits the ground instead. You use his shifted weight to get your legs around his waist, and flip him to the side so you’re on top with him pinned beneath you.
“That was hot.”
“Steven, you are just one giant intrusive thought right now,” Jake replies silently as he stares up you.
For a moment, you think you’ve reached a truce and relax your body ever so slightly. That’s exactly what Jake wanted. He reaches for your neck. You bat his hand away. He tries again. You block again, and he grabs your wrist instead, yanking you closer so he can wrap his strong arms around your back and flip you back over.
“That was hot,” it’s Marc’s turn to admire you.
A flash of gold then a cold blade is pressed to your neck, pricking the skin.
“Easy, Jake,” Steven warns.
Blood from Jake’s face drips across yours as he glowers down at you.
Power flares in your hands, but you will it back to sleep. He’s not really going to hurt you. He was pulling his punches. This is a test, some sort of strange initiation to see if you’re trustworthy enough for Jake Lockley. You meet his gaze with a measured look of complete calm. He tilts his head.
“Hmm, te creo,” he sheathes the crescent shaped blade. “I believe you.”
He sits back and offers you a hand, pulling you to your feet. You feel the tiny mark on your neck that’s bleeding a surprising amount. Jake touches his nose tenderly. It’s definitely broken. And so are your ribs you realize as you struggle to take a deep breath.
“Here,” you reach for him first, letting your powers flow through you as you trace his busted nose with a feather light touch.
When his nose snaps back into place, he doesn’t so much as flinch. But he is staring at you with raised eyebrows. You run a hand over your neck, healing the tiny cut, then press your palm to your side. It hurts like it always does as your bones click back together.
“Fuck,” you hiss under your breath, trying and failing to bite back a pained moan.
“Now that was hot,” Jake says silently
“Imagine hearing that sound because of us,” Marc adds, the image of you squirming underneath them flashing through their minds courtesy of Marc.
“We arehearing that sound because of us,” Steven snaps. “Someone - Jake - broke their ribs!”
“Lay off Steven. I was assessing a threat.”
“Whatever you say, mate. Threat assessed.”
“So the Avengers?” Marc asks, wiping blood from his face with the back of his hand.
“I take it I passed,” You remark wryly, not even blinking at the appearance of Marc.
It was the weirdest recruiting mission you had ever been on, but if beating the shit out of each other for a few minutes convinced Jake, Steven, and Marc that you were genuine, then that’s what you’d do.
Marc stepped close to you and raised his hand to your face, touching the spattering of blood there. His face changes, softens. Steven’s palm flattens over your cheek, and without realizing it you lean into the warmth.
“My flat’s a few blocks away,” he offers. “You can clean up there, talk to all of us about the Avengers.”
His eyes are wide as his gaze roves your face, a little smile quirking his lips up. You’re equally as enraptured by him, by all of them really.
“Oh, he’s got it bad,” Jake remarks.
In the end, Steven walks you back to his flat, listening to you talk about the new Avengers Initiative all the while. Marc and Jake jump into the conversation here and there, and in the fifteen minutes it takes to reach Steven’s door, your mission is complete. Moon Knight is an Avenger.
You could go. Right then, you could turn around, wish Steven - and Marc and Jake - the best, tell them you’ll see them later, and go back to the compound. You should go, but there is something magnetic about the three men that makes you follow Steven Grant into his flat.
He sits you on the edge of his bed and cleans the blood from your face with a damp cloth, kneeling between your legs the whole time in a way that makes you feel… things. Damn it. When you were recruited to the team, you made a personal rule that a romance, however brief, would never be an option with a fellow Avenger. Steven is by all rights an Avenger now. The co-workers rule had always kept you out of trouble before. So yes you could admire how handsome this man was, but no, there could be no romance, no sex, nothing.
When your face and neck are clean, Steven absentmindedly puts a hand on your thigh, high on your thigh, and sits back on his knees. There is fire where he’s touching you. Damn it, you curse to yourself. Remember the rule.
Trying to distract yourself, you take the cloth from him and dab at his face that is still bloody from the broken nose. It forces you to lean closer as you hold his head still with one hand and wipe blood away with the other. His face is soft with just a hint of afternoon stubble on his cheek and jaw. This was not a good choice for a distraction.
He’s looking up at you with those big dark eyes, and when he makes eye contact, he hold you still with just his gaze.
“Come on, Steven!” Marc cheers him on.
Steven doesn’t think. He takes your face between his hands and kisses you like a dying man taking his last breath. He leans you back, pressing you flat to the bed and moving to hover over you, kissing you all the while.
“I-is this alright?” Steven asks, pulling back so your noses are barely brushing.
No. It’s breaking the rule. That’s what you should say. But your hands are pressed to the smooth muscles of his chest, moving almost of their own accord to feel him through his shirt.
“Yes,” you decide right then to take a leap of faith.
The smile that lights up Steven’s face is contagious. You would break every rule in the world just to see him smile. You’re grinning back at him as he shifts his body atop yours. Fighting Jake had been - dare you say it - fun, but this was better. Steven is warm and gentle in all the right ways, and you think that if you ever get the chance you’d find that Marc and Jake would be rough in all the right ways. But for now, this is enough. More than enough.
Steven’s hands roam your face like he’s trying to memorize every bit of it. You’re raising goosebumps along his side as you slip your hands under the soft fabric of his shirt.
And just as you are about to tear this beautiful man’s clothes off, your phone vibrates loudly in your pocket. The moment is broken. You fumble for the device, brushing the back of your hand awkwardly across Steven’s… oh shit. He huffs softly.
“Sorry,” you mutter, feeling how hard he is with that quick touch.
He moves his eyes up, averting his gaze from you with a slightly embarrassed half-grin, half-grimace.
“Hello,” you answer, calming your breathing.
You’re still laying under Steven who is braced on his elbows with hands hovering awkwardly around your head.
“Any updates?”
Why did it have to be Sam Wilson calling you right now? It felt like your older brother had just walked in on you having sex. It wasn’t sex… yet, and Sam wasn’t your older brother… biologically, but that might has well have been the situation.
“Yeah, it uh… went well. He’s on board.”
You glance at Steven who is watching you curiously, actively running a hand through your hair now.
“Good. So we’ll see you back here early morning then?” Sam asks.
“I um… I missed my flight,” that is technically true.
“Missed flight?” You hear Bucky shout and pull the phone from your ear as his voice gets louder. “They’re fucking. I knew it! I saw those pictures of him, and I knew this was the end of your stupid co-worker rule!”
“We’re not-” you start, then stop; lying to Bucky and Sam has never been your best skill. “We-”
Marc grabs the phone from your hand; you don’t know when the change occurred. He could definitely hear Bucky’s yelling.
“We’re trying to,” he speaks into the phone.
You can hear Bucky’s happy shouting on the other line, Sam trying to calm him down. Then Marc hangs up and tosses your phone aside.
“Now where were we?” Marc’s voice shifts to Steven’s British accent mid-sentence.
You bury your fingers in his soft curly hair, dragging Steven’s face down to yours and pressing your lips to his soft ones. You’d followed your co-worker rule for years, but not anymore. Steven moans quietly, a deep throaty sound that shoots heat through your body.
It was like Stark had always said, rules are made to be broken.
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“I figured I’d… do something sweet for you, dear.” Steven comes up behind you, arms encircling your waist as he litters a few pecks down your neck and keeps his eyes trained on your priceless reaction. “After all, you’ve been working yourself so hard. You’re absolutely inspiring, Y/N. It’s my second favorite thing about you.”
You bite your lip when Steven pulls away, instead tugging you towards the fancy meal and helping you sit on the tall stool.
“What’s the first?”
His next word ignites a pit of warmth in your stomach. One that swallows you whole, taking you under as he flashes you those sweet eyes and swoops all of your oxygen up like the first time he kissed you.
“That you’re mine.”
Steven’s cooking is amazing — you just have to admit it, despite his ramblings of how Jake technically helped and Marc was completely of no use to him except for when he’d read out the recipe or remind Steven of that awful burning smell in the oven. And while the food is divine, you can’t bring yourself to focus on the dish in front of you, but rather, the man sitting on the other side of the island countertop. His lips are pinker than usual, or maybe it’s a side-effect of how he’s been constantly nibbling and licking at them throughout the entire night. Stubble has started to appear across his sharp jaw, complimenting the hurricane of dark curls that have started to grow out past the nape of his neck.
Steven had never felt himself be this tired before, even though he spent endless night being awake, he knew the moment he stepped into his apartment that all he wanted to do was sleep, however, that stopped when he checked the time and suddenly remembered your date.
With a sudden burst of excitement, Steven began to get ready, taking out the clothes he picked for the date days prior, combing his hair and making sure his curls are tamed, almost bathing himself in cologne even though he had a shower and did a whole get ready routine.
As he combed his hair, he noticed his reflection not looking as excited as he was. Dismissing it as being too tired, he ignored it and was on his merry way.
He showed up to the steak place waiting for your arrival. He waited and waited and waited.
Hours had passed and he was still sat there watching the entrance of the place eager for you to come.
“We’re going to be closing soon sir, are you still waiting for someone?” The waiter asked Steven sympathetically.
“Uh, no. I-I don’t think so.” He looked at the table for a moment, thinking about what to do, “I’ll actually have one of those steaks.” He stated slightly slumping in his seat.
The waiter gave him a sad smile and took the menu away to get his order.
Unbeknownst to Steven his reflection in the glass of water was watching him, feeling every bit of emotion he was.
He took his phone out and decided to call you to make sure nothing happened to you to cause you to miss the date.
“Hi y/n, how are you-“
“You have the audacity to call me days after standing me up?” You said bitterly.
“I- sorry what do you mean?” Steven was more than confused at your words.
“If you didn’t want to go on the date you shouldn’t have to ask me out in the first place.” You said softly, feeling hurt at the fact that he was the one to ask you out and then stand you up.
“What’re you talking about? I’m here at the steak place waiting for you.” He said looking at his watch.
“We were supposed to meet there two days ago Steven, on Friday. Please don’t take me for a fool. I thought you were a genuine man, clearly, you’re not.” You felt yourself getting angry and cut the call before you said something you would regret.
Steven stared at his phone in disbelieve.
What were you on about? Two days ago?
That’s when he saw the date and day on his phone. Not believing what he was seeing, he looked to the waiter who came to deliver his steak to him.
“Mate, what’s the day today?” Steven asked almost frantically.
“Todays Sunday, sir.” The waiter stated walking away.
His eyes widened, there’s no way he lost two day of his life and had no knowledge about it.
The next day he was hoping to see you on his way to work. You worked in the bakery not too far from him and would often run into him on your way to work or home.
He searched the crowd near the bakery and caught sight of you in the window. Your usual smile seemed to be sheltered and you didn’t have that spark in your eye.
Steven felt himself feeling responsible for your condition, and so he went to work with a mission in his head for after work.
“I’m going to make it up to her, I have to make it up to her.” Steven said moving around his apartment, making sure that he has everything he needs.
With flowers in his hand and the heart shaped box of chocolates, he makes his way out of the apartment and outside.
He got off work early, with an earful from his boss, just so that he could plan things accordingly and be sure to catch you before you left to go home.
“Y/n, hey-…. Please wait up. Just hear me out.” He plead as you began to walk in the opposite direction at the sight of him.
You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him.
“Steven look, I get it. You didn’t want to go on the date. I-I’m over it. We can just move on from this and go back to not knowing the other existed-“
Your words drowned out in his mind as he felt panicked in that moment, he didn’t want to forget you. You were the first person to approach him and become his friend. The others weren’t as friendly to him as you were.
“Kiss her.”
A voice echoed in his mind.
“What?”
“Kiss her dammit, before she leaves.”
Steven realised you were once again going to turn around and walk away.
He stepped forward, grasped your hand and squeezed his eyes shut as his lips met yours. His hands moved to your jaw, holding you there gently as he kissed you, and as you kissed him back.
After a short moment, you pulled back to look at him.
“I don’t know why I did that. Oh no, you’re going to hate me even more now.” He began to ramble.
“Hey look at me…” You grasped his head between your hands making him look at you, “I don’t hate you.” You clarify to him.
“I’m just hurt.”
“Y/n, these passed few days. I have no idea what has been happening. Yesterday I came home thinking it was Friday and immediately started getting ready for our date and only after hours of being at the restaurant did I realise that it was Sunday and not Friday. I’m so sorry, I got you flowers and chocolate. I really like you y/n.” He said looking stressed as ever.
“You sound absolutely insane… but I believe you. I’ve no idea what’s got you feeling like this but we’re going to figure it out, okay? You look exhausted, how about we start by getting you home and ready for bed. Have you had anything to eat?” You ask taking your hand in his and holding the flowers in the other.
“I haven’t had dinner yet; I’d like it if you had dinner with me. Like a redo of yesterday- I mean Friday.” He said with a nervous chuckle.
“We can have that date once you’re well rested and taken care of.” You smile at him as the two of you walk in the direction of his apartment.
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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summary: Sundays were always the best days of the week for Marc, especially the ones where he got to spend it with you.
pairing: marc spector x reader
tags: there are some slight nsfw mentions but not any actual smut (I’m trying to work my way up to it), marc spector being soft and vulnerable.
word count: 2k
notes: I hit 300 followers so thank you so much! Now, there are a few mentions of Steven so if I have any incorrect wording or way of writing a DID relationship then please let me know, I never intend to do any harm to anyone with my writing! If anyone would like to be added to my taglist please let me know and enjoy!
Marc Spector would nevercall himself a saint, quite the opposite in fact.
Marc knew he was anything but a saint, but when he got to spend the quiet Sundays with you, he felt like that very thing. Sunday was his favorite day of the week because he had an agreement with Steven; Marc stayed fronted the entire day, giving him a whole day to be with you, no interruptions allowed. Seven always respected that, he knew Marc wasn’t one for the romantic dates and the love confessions so giving him a whole day to do and say as he pleased always seemed like a fair trade for allowing him to continue to work for the museum. Steven got what he wanted, now it was Marc’s turn.
Which led to where Marc was now, laying back against Stevens’ headboard, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, keeping your body close against him, your hair slowly beginning to stick to his chest as he started lightly sweating from the body heat. Marc didn’t necessarily care either, this was how he tried to show you that no matter how many ‘I love you’s and romantic date nights he misses, he cared for you as much as Steven did. The thought of you thinking such absurd things caused Marc to tighten his hold on you, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked down to you, seeing your eyes already locked on him.
“Marc… you have that look on your face again. What the hell are you thinking in that head of yours?” You had said it softly, knowing Marc wasn’t one for the invasive type questions. You had begun running your fingers up and down on his chest, waiting patiently to see how he would answer, or if he would at all.
“You know I love you right? I don’t say it the way Steven does, don’t show it that much either but I do.” Marc had kept his eyes on you, his eyes slightly mitsy at the confession. It wasn’t what you were expecting to hear from him. It was actually quite surprising to himself too; he wasn’t the one to openly express his feelings but the growing softness and urge to reassure you and himself got the best of him.
“Marc, of course I know that. You don’t have to say it or make these grand gestures and take me out to show me.” You had pushed yourself up, leaning on your elbow as you maintained eye contact with the emotional man in front of you. “I feel it every time you hold me, every time you ask me if I’m okay, anytime you kiss me I feel it. I feel it every day I spend with you.” It had made Marc’s eyes squint as he showed the special smile he saved for you, the sight of it had made you lean closer into him, running your nose against his.
“You know it’s a miracle these Sunday’s always work for us, right? Steven must really care about us to not interrupt a heartfelt moment like that.” It had earned a laugh from you, the noise ringing out in the quiet apartment, Marc watching and listening with a keen softness on his face. The sight of your eyes crinkled shut, your smile brightly directed towards him made his chest grow tight, his own eyes growing those small crinkles at the corner of them, his face itching closer to yours. Marc let his hands snake tighter around your body, pulling you flush against him as he raised a hand to your cheek, pulling your face closer to his own.
“God, you’re so beautiful, you know that?” At the words Marc had whispered against your skin, you had felt the heat rise against your neck and cheeks as you nuzzled your nose against his shoulder. “Well look at you hotshot. First an ‘I love you’ now a compliment. What’s next? You’re gonna take me to one of those dinner dates?” It had been a joke, something you knewwould make Marc roll his eyes and lean his face away from yours, which is why it was surprising to see Marc staring deeply into your own eyes, his lips quirked up in a small smirk.
“Do you want that? It’s our Sunday. We can do whatever you want.” At the offer, you slowly slid on top of Marc, sitting up to sit on his lap with a raised eyebrow. Marc’s hands had run up along the back of your thighs as he sat up fully against the headboard. “Marc, I don’t want you to do something you never do just because I enjoy it every once in a while. This is our day, not just mine.”
Marc kept his eyes locked onto yours as he pulled you down against him, his hands finding their way into your hair as he pushed his lips against your own. You leaned further into his arms as you let his lips entrap you in the feeling of his hands slowly lowering down to your hips, slowly moving them against his own. A small moan slipped out of your mouth as you placed your hand in his hair, slowly tugging on the messy curls. As you pulled away from Marc, you felt him let out a deep breath against your lips as he whispered, “You make it really hard to stay focused you know that baby?”
You let out a giggle as you pulled further away, slowly raising yourself from his lap and off the bed. “Get up, Spector, we’re getting brunch then going to the store for a movie night.”
Letting out a deep groan while throwing his feet off the side of his bed, Marc quickly got up, following you into the bathroom. “Yes ma’am.”
“I still don’t understand why they keep the bread all the way in the back, I mean it’s such a common item that people get Marc, it just doesn’t make sense.” You were making your way back into the apartment as you both had bags in your hand, continuing the conversation from the car.
“Baby I promise if I knew I would tell you.” Marc had felt completely content with himself and how the day was going as he watched you stand by the table, slowly unpacking the groceries. This was the reason why Sunday was his favorite day of the week, every Sunday, he gets to see you standing in his apartment, unpacking groceries, sometimes even standing in one of his shirts. It made him realize the gravity of his own feelings, every time he saw you like this; completely comfortable with him, his home and in his presence, he truly realized that he was in love with you.
Marc walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face in your neck as he placed light kisses along your neck. Your hands had made their way to his own as you leaned back against his chest, letting out a content hum. “What’s this for? You trying to get in my pants, Spector?” At the small quip, Marc let out a small laugh against your skin as he trailed kisses along your neck up to your ear to whisper, “Trust me sweetheart, if I wanted in your pants I’d use my hands and mouth for something much more productive than this.” Marc had trailed his hands up your body, slowly rubbing circles against your hips, effectively pushing you against his own hips. You let out a small sigh as you rolled your head back against Marc’s shoulder as you groaned out, “Yeah, you always were pretty productive with those.”
Marc had let his hands drop further down your hips, slowly letting his fingers dance around the band of your pants, slipping the button out of its loop. “You think you’re so slick, huh Spector?” Your hand had trailed down to his, interlocking your fingers as you turned around to him, pressing your interlocked hands against his chest. “The ice cream will melt if your hand gets any lower, hotshot.” Marc had brought your locked hands up to his lips, pressing chaste kisses on your knuckles with his eyes closed. “I don’t really care about the ice cream right now baby.” You let out a laugh as you pulled your body away from Marc, turning back towards the bags of groceries as Marc let out a sigh and pressed a kiss on the back of your head and headed to the bags of canned goods.
“Alright, let’s get the ice cream and groceries up then we can have the rest of the evening available to do whatever we want.”
You had rolled off of Marc as the two of you let out deep sighs. “Alright… now what?” It had been at least two hours since the two of you had finished putting away the groceries, the two of you being entangled with each other since the pantry door closed.
“You always know how to use your hips huh sweetheart.” You had let out a giggle as you turned to lay your head on his chest, his arms quickly wrapping his own arm around you as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. You knew this side of Marc was something he didn’t show often and you didn’t want him to go back to the fleeting kisses, quick ‘Are you okay?’s, and the many nights where he’d bury his anger and sadness deep inside of you. You would never try and bring it up, knowing he’d feel even worse and quickly draw away from you and Steven both, something you would never want for any of the members in the relationship you were in. Even though you always promised to never ask about the certain days where one of you were acting different but you had to know.
“Marc, how come you’ve been acting differently today?” You were hesitant to further develop the question as you whispered against his skin, which had tensed up at the question, causing you to quickly reassure him. “You know it’s usually smaller, quick actions to show your love, not declarations and the soft touches and whispers… I love it, don’t get me wrong but what’s different about today?” You felt the man slowly untense his body as you had slowly rubbed small shapes and patterns against his skin.
“You deserve the declarations and the softness that Steven shows you. I don’t want you to realize that I’m this…broken mess of a man that’s just waiting for you to realize it and leave me.” At his words, you were quick to turn onto your stomach, your elbows against the sheet as you stared at him, seeing his eyes closed. “Marc, please look at me.” You watched as Marc clenched his jaw as he opened his eyes to stare back down at you with tears littered against his lash line.
You kept your eyes locked onto his as you spoke clearly, “You are notbroken Marc. You are an amazing man who protects the people he cares about. I mean, you make me feel safe and secure every time you’re around me.” You had raised your hand to Marc’s cheek, wiping the tear that fell from his eye. “I wish you could see yourself in the same light that I did. You would realize how amazingandcompassionate you really were.” Marc had leaned into your hand as he let out a shaky breath. “I wish I could see myself that way too, I really do.” You nodded your head as you pulled him down to you, laying kisses along his forehead as he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck as you ran your hands through his hair.
You knew It would take more than one talk after a good day for him to see himself in the same light you did, but you were ready to spend all of the Sundays performing a miracle that was making Marc Spector feel loved.
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ღ - fluff!
⍟ - angst
♗ - smut (or mentions smut)
♢- slow-burn
gift shop accidents ღ - In which Steven Grant of the gift shop realizes sometimes accidents are exactly what he needs in order to score a date with someone he’s only dreamed of being with. (OC x Steven Grant)
time at the museum ღ ⍟ - you thought you were having a good time with your boyfriend Steven until he starts acting like a completely different person.
stressful discussions ღ⍟ - the reader is surprised when she finds her boyfriend, the person’s calls she’s been ignoring in order to decide whether or not she should discuss her discovery of Marc, waiting at her door one day after work. Commence the Stressful Discussions. (part two to time at the museum)
please notice ღ ⍟ - reader thinks she has no chance of Steven liking her after hearing about his date, without realizing all of the things he seems to notice about her, until she gets the help from donna of all people.
i always notice ღ - Steven is confused and hurt why you’ve gotten sharp with him, which finally pushes him to let you know he’d always notice when it came to you. (part two to please notice)
a neighbor and the cult man ♢ - you never expected to be in a fight with an invisible jackal after escaping a crazy cult, all with your friend Steven Grant and his supposed ex-wife Layla.
coffee and kisses ღ - Steven Grant hated coffee, but he loved the way it tasted against your mouth. Marc Spector loves coffee, longing to taste it on your mouth.
coffee and kisses ღ - Steven Grant hated coffee, but he loved the way it tasted against your mouth. Marc Spector loves coffee, longing to taste it on your mouth.
summary: Steven Grant hated coffee, but he loved the way it tasted on you when he kissed you. Marc Spector loves coffee, longing to taste it on your mouth.
pairing: steven grant x reader
tags: fluffy, steven is literally so soft for reader, this whole thing is really just making out (with a bit of grinding and lowkey alludes to smut) reader is aware of Marc and the business with Khonshu!
word count: 2.3k (small thing while i get a master list out!)
notes: hello, I hope you all enjoy this! It’s a short little thing while I try to figure out and get a master list all sorted out! As always, please let me know if I have made any form of mistakes with writing DID, it is never my intentions to hurt or misinform someone with my writing! But alas, please enjoy!
Stevenhatedthe taste of coffee, loathed the smell of it even more. But when you come home from work, begging for a cup and for him to hold you, it all goes right out the window.
He doesn’t care that the smell wafting around his loft is nauseating, nor does he care about the fact that you had spilt a small drop of the caramel brown liquid onto one of the random pages he had scattered around the desk. No, all he cares about is the weight of you sitting down against him, the smell of your coconut and honeydew shampoo wafting in his nose, immediately relieving the knots in his stomach, caused by the smell of coffee, as you let out a deep sigh, finally being able to relax.
“Hello, my love…” Steven had been quick to wrap his arms around the front of you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, littering soft kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could feel, his hand beginning to softly rub your stomach and waist, your body falling against his own as you shut your eyes.
“Mhmm… This is all I’ve wanted all day, just to be here, wrapped up in your arms.” At your words, Steven let out a hum, running his nose up along the side of your neck, ghosting his mouth over it as he whispered back to you, “I always want this… always want you. In any way you’ll have me.” His accent was thick, but the words were coming out in a soft whisper against your skin. A giggle had slipped past your lips as you had reached out in front of you, putting the cup of coffee on the table before turning around in Steven’s lap. You stared down into his eyes, the ones who always made you feel safe, comfortable and loved.
At the new position, you had moved your hands up to his face, slightly caressing the full cheeks as you lowered your lips onto his, Steven eagerly moving his hands to your hips, grasping at them as he lowered your body against his own, letting out a small sigh at the contact.
Stevenhatedcoffee, but with the way you were kissing him, slowly moving your hips on top of his own, he didn’t care about the bitter taste transferring onto his own tongue, not when all he could focus on was you. Steven let his hands run further down your body, his hands slowly grasping your ass into his hands and causing your hips to roll against him. A soft moan slipped past your lips at the feeling of him underneath you, circling your hips against the semi-hard on you kept feeling brush against you.
As you slowly pulled away, keeping your foreheads touching, you heard Steven let out a dejected whimper, quickly chasing your lips to press his lips back on yours. His hands were still gripping your ass but as you sat up fully, looking down at him, they fell to the back of your thighs, where he continued to slowly rub.
“Anyway I’d have you eh? I like the sound of that.” As you had playfully quipped back at him, he let out a soft laugh as he threw his head back, a dazzling smile and pink tint on his face. “Yeah, whatever way you want, darling. I’m all yours, always will be.” At that, Steven grasped your thighs tighter and quickly lifted the both of you out of the seat, making his way to the bed. As you both plopped down, he turned to you, raising his hand and brushing your hair away from your face, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead.
“Now, tell me about your day. Why’d you wanna come home so bad?” At the question, you let out a sigh, wrapping your arms around his middle, nestling your head on his chest as one of his hands slowly started dragging up and down along your back, while the other found solace in your hand, slowly rubbing circles on the back of it.
“Just my boss keeps trying to make me get him coffee and his lunch. I’m not his bloody servant, hell I’m not even his secretary and he still likes making me run around for him. I swear it’s an ego thing.” You hated thinking back on it, the image of your stereotypical looking boss’s smug face as he would watch you run around for him. You especially hated that the image in your mind had been quick to ruin your entire mood, forcing the soft smile back into a deep scowl.
Steven watched as your face contorted into a look of anger or annoyance, his hands slowly raising up to your face as he pressed the thumb of his hand into the crease between your eyebrows. “I’m sorry love… Maybe I could send a strongly worded letter, not that you can’t handle it!” Steven was quick to stumble out the rushed words as he worried you would take offense. “I know you can, probably better than I can but… I want to help you darling, just don’t know how exactly. Maybe we can ask Marc.” At his rushed words and clearly frazzled hand movements, you let out a laugh, leaning closer into him.
“Steven, I know you would if I asked you to, so thank you but I can handle it. I’m probably just gonna have to deal with it, without you or Marc interfering..” As you had leaned closer onto Steven’s chest, his hand had started rubbing the small shapes and patterns onto your back, your muscles relaxing into him completely.
As Steven had continued working out the knots in your upper shoulder blades, you had let out content sighs at the feeling of his hands on you, working away the stress and anger you had built up during the long day. Your eyes were closed, your hands closing around the gray shirt he wore to bed, your mouth parting slightly as you let out a raspy breath at the feeling of a particular knot coming undone.
“The way you use your hands on me will never not amaze me…” At your words Steven froze, looking at you as you had continued your words, “You’re getting every knot out and you’ve barely even done anything.”
Steven had gulped at the words, his doe eyes staring down at your face as you relaxed further into his hold. Steven never understood why you wanted him; he was awkward, and he wasn’t exactly confidentin bed, and he was definitely not the most handsome man who’d asked you out. Steven never understood but God did he know he was lucky. Luck was all he could say it was, luck is what helped allow him to be here now, kneading his hands on your slowly-relaxing shoulder, soft sighs slipping out of your mouth. When he realized he hadn’t said anything he cleared his throat and managed to spit out, “Well, whatever you need I’m there, yeah?”
You nodded your head at his words, you knew he’d always be willing to help you in any way he could. That was one of the things about Steven, he was always eager to please. Whether it be making you a cup of coffee after a long day despite hating it or even when he insists on laying on his stomach; legs cramping from the awkward angle, tongue and fingers deep inside you, bringing that burning white pleasure you couldn’t seem to reach yourself. Steven was eager and you loved it.
“I know you are darling, you’re always there.” You had turned to look at him, meeting the soft brown doe eyes. You smiled up at him as you reached your own hand up to run through his hair, moving your body to reach up and connect your lips with his own. Steven, eager as ever, had been quick to drop his hands to your hips, molding your bodies together. Steven had dropped his head into the crook of his neck, his lips leisurely pressing kisses to the skin as you reeled your head back to give him more access. You had kept your hands in his hair as they had slowly made small tugs as you had slowly started circling your hips on his, making Steven groan against your neck, softly nipping at the skin below your jaw.
“Steven…” At the sound of his name falling from your lips, he was quick to rut up against you, letting out a desperate whimper at the contact, pulling away from your neck and looking up at you, breathing deeply. “I’m sorry… I know you had a bad day. I’m sorry we don’t have to-”
“Shh no Steven. Don’t apologize, I want this too… but you just got back from some stupid Khonshu mission, and you haven’t fully healed up. I don’t want you to over do it.” At your words, Steven let out a sigh as he threw his head back against his pillows. “I know lovey, god I can still feel the broken rib healing.” At his words guilt started eating up in your chest, clearly visible to Steven as he gently grabbed your face, pressing a kiss against your forehead as he whispered to you. “I haven’t done anything I couldn’t handle my love. You’ve done nothing wrong, I swear.”
“You’re alright, right? You didn’t hurt yourself when you picked me up or anything? I can mo-” You cut yourself off as you watched as Steven’s shoulders grew tense, his eyes closing tightly, his head jutting up, neck constricting as his veins became prominent. You knew what was happening, you had seen it many times before so the urge to ask ‘Steven’ if he was okay had dwindled as you realized Marc had fronted.
“Marc.” At your voice, Marc’s eyes snapped open as he looked up at you, a small smirk falling onto his face. “Well, I certainly like this position baby.” At his words you rolled your eyes playfully as you slid off of his lap and laid beside him. “How’s the rib feeling for you?” As you had asked the question, you watched and saw Marc tighten his jaw and turn his head away from you. You hadn’t expected anything much of an answer, Marc was never one to show or discuss his pain. It wasn’t because he didn’t trust you, it was just how he was.
“It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about him. Our body has been through worse, believe me.” At his gruff words you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” At the question a small smile graced his features, something you hadn’t expected from him, being sure to smile back at him, causing him to look away from you.
“I promise, Steven is okay.” At the use of ‘Steven’ you let the smile on your face drop. ‘Does he think I only care about Steven?’ “Marc…” At your tone, Marc had kept his gaze turned to the chipped paint of the door, refusing to meet your eyes. “Please just look at me.” Without thinking about it, he whipped his eyes towards your own, seeing the confusion embedded deep in your irises. “I don’t just worry about Steven. You’re important to me too.” At your words, Marc had tried to look away, but your hand on his face had stopped him. “I never want you to get hurt, you know that, right?”
At your question, Marc had continued staring into your eyes, only giving a small nod of his head towards you. You knew it was all you were getting, and you were okay with it. “I know you think that I’m only ever asking about Steven… But I hope you realize that I care about you too Marc.” At your words, Marc had looked down at the hand that had been placed on his chest, making quick work to grab ahold of it and bring it to his lips to press soft kisses along your knuckles.
“I know, baby. You always make sure I’m okay.” At the confident words, you let out a small laugh as you nodded your head, playfully flicking his covered thigh. “Yeah, don’t forget it, hotshot.” Marc had watched as you had walked over to your forgotten coffee cup and how you were taking the last remaining sip of the cold drink.
“That coffee? Steven hates coffee.” At the question, you let out a humorous hum with a nod of your head. “Oh yeah he does, but he seemed to be understanding of the fact that I needed it after today.” You had made your way to the sink, quickly washing your mug and laying it on the drying rack. “Today? What happened?” Marc had risen from the bed and made his way over to the makeshift kitchen, standing against the wall with his arms crossed. “Was it that boss again?” At the last question, you let out a small ‘“Ah!”, pointing at him, nodding your head.
“Right on the head with that guess, Spector. Just the same old stuff he’d do.” Marc had nodded his head, tightening his jaw as he spoke confidently, “The offer for me to knock his ass out still stands.” At the suggestion, you had let out a bright laugh as he had watched you with a content smile of his own.
As he watched you quickly clean up the small mess of books and scattered pages, Marc couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He wanted those sweet coffee-tasting kisses and soft touches on his face. To feel loved fully by you, in a way only Steven knew.
But for now, he’d be content with the questions on his well-being and the feeling of your hand being wrapped in his own, always longing for the coffee kisses.
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summary:steven is confused and hurt why you’ve gotten sharp with him, which finally pushes him to let you know he’d always notice when it came to you.
pairing: steven grant x reader, marc is here BUT reader is unaware that it was him and he is an asshole!
tags: a little bit of angst, reader being mad at ‘steven’, steven then being confused why they’re mad at him, fluffy at the end and a bit of a make out at work action!
word count:4.5k
notes: this is part two to “Please Notice”, which you can find here! thank you all for the support on the last few fics I’ve posted! But as always, please let me know if my writing is ever harmful in any way, it is never my intention to do so. now, please enjoy and leave any comments you have!
As much as you had wished the earth would open up and swallow you whole, you knew there was no chance of it happening. You knew Steven didn’t want you here by his posture and by how tight he had his jaw clenched as you continued to get closer to him. And you know you should leave, leave and give him his time and space but you know you can’t.
You wanted answers, not only about his feelings now, no, now you needed answers on why the hell he showed up covered in blood after dodging all 14 of your calls. But, by the way he had quickly walked past you and your stretched hands reaching towards him, the hope for answers had seemed to dwindle as he grew further away. The sight of his back retreating from you without a single word being passed to you made your eyebrows pinch in frustration.
“Steven?” It came out as a softer whisper than you had wanted. You wanted him to know that you were growing frustrated, but your worry had overpowered that. And before you could begin rapid questioning him, Steven whipped around, meeting your eyes with his colder, harsh ones. You’d never seen Steven look at you, or anyone, like that before. You reeled back in shock as he spit out words.
“Just forget about all of this. It’s none of your business.”
Even though the voice did not match the sweet Steven you knew, you couldn’t help but get mad. “Hey! Steven what the hell? One, what’s with the accent? Two, you leave for 2 bloody days and then show up covered in blood and expect me to just shrug it off? Yeah, no.” You had let out a sarcastic laugh at the end of your words.
“Why are you even here? It’s not like we’re dating. We work together and you think thisis okay? You just showed up here?” At his harsh words and the glare he was giving you, you shut your mouth and felt yourself retreating back into yourself. He had a point, you knew that. You guys weren’t dating, you had no reason to even be worried or for trying to find him but hearing him say that made all your previous thoughts of something ever happening between the two of you vanish, leaving you with a fractured heart and an anger burning in your chest.
“Oh? Yeah, okay we work together and maybe I was worried about you since half the time you come stumbling in like you don’t even know your own name! And who do you look for when you’re all twisted up and confused, huh? Steven? Who, who do you go to? Not Donna, or J.B and there’s absolutely no way you can go to Dylannow.” It was a bit of a low blow, but he clearly wasn’t distraught about missing the date in order to do God-knows what.
At the mention of Dylan, Steven straightens his back up, giving you a glance over before rolling his eyes and throwing a quick, “I don’t have time for this.” Seeing the way he quickly brushed off your comment like it had no effect on him when what he said had sent a reeling pain through your chest hurt even more. ‘Had you really imagined it all?’
And before you could call him to turn himself back to you, to make time for this, he quickly rushed into his apartment, slamming the door in your face. Before you could even think of rushing in after him, you heard the sound of the locks turning and the chain being slid over, leaving you staring at the bold-golden numbers with the build up of tears sitting in your water-line, waiting to finally fall onto your cheeks. Just as the first tear fell you quickly shook your head, wiping the tear from your face and made your way back to the dodgy elevator.
You couldn’t believe how quick your hopes had been stomped by the same guy who you had bought in pastries and a coffee that helped you get through the long day full of middle school tours and the bitchy boss that was Donna. At the thought of work you also couldn’t believe that you had let this be the reason for Dylan covering for you.
But you knew that the rest of the day wouldn’t have gone well if you had gone back to work, the constant thinking of Steven’s harsh glare and venomous words sitting heaving in your heart and mind. Which is why you went home, grabbing a new pint of ice cream since you had finished the original one the past weekend, and began to rewatch those same romcoms, wrapped in a blanket and all the lights turned off.
You didn’t even want to think about how tomorrow would go, seeing Steven walking in knowing it wouldn’t be the same as it was.
You hated how much sleep you lost over yesterday and Steven’s words. You hated it especially right now as you were leaning your head against the countertop, resting your eyes before your first tour came in. You were tired and you were going to use these fleeting 12 minutes to your advantage and try to prepare yourself for the 20 plus middle school students to come in, eagerly pointing and asking questions like most do, the thought making you face scrunch up in annoyance. You were already getting a headache from the thought of the loud children surrounding you and asking who one of the Statue of Pharaohs were and why they would have people shut them inside ‘those stupid cages.’
And just as you were raising your head and glancing near the door, expecting to see a teacher leading the kids to you, but instead you saw Steven making his way in, looking more sleep deprived than you. ‘Good, let him lose sleep over it.’ Was all you could think of as a small scowl passed onto your face as you watched him hurry past, throwing a small wave and smiling your way. ‘What the hell?’ Did you see that right?
Before you could linger on the thought of it any longer, you heard the door open and the museum suddenly became engrossed in loud chatter from all the children, causing you to shut your eyes with a deep sigh coming out of you. With a deep breath in, you quickly turned around and let a fake smile onto your face, “Hi, welcome to the Museum of all things Egyptian! I’ll be your tour guide today and please feel free to ask any questions you may have!”
As you began the tour, you knew you would have to take the children to the gift shop, the one place you didn’t want to go today. You had no desire to talk to Steven today, or any other day for that matter. Partially because you were still angry with him but also because you were embarrassed at how right he was. You had no right to show up unannounced, you weren’t dating and he held no feelings for you. You were worried for him, yes, but you shouldn’t have shown up to his house like that after multiple responses, it was invasive and you knew the relationship from here on out would be awkward if there was one.
You obviously had gone with good intentions, check in on him and find out how he felt, but he didn’t see it like that, clearly. To you, Steven had probably seen it as overstepping and weird. What co-worker, friends nonetheless, shows up at your door randomly simply because they hadn’t seen or heard from them in two days?
Just as you were walking past the glass case that held one of the statues of an old sarcophagus, one of the kids in the front had pointed at the doors of the gift shop screaming out, “Oh tour-guide lady! Can we go in there? Pretty please!” At the mention of the gift-shop, all the kids joined in on the begging, and the sound of 20+ children screaming at you to take them to the gift shop had started stressing you out so you quickly announced, “Of course! Let’s make our way now!” As they had all started following after you, seeming to grow more excited, nearly jumping up and down, you grew more anxious. Every step you took towards the door, the image of Steven got clearer, slouched shoulder, tan jacket hugging his figure nice, and a small scowl downturned, seeming to mutter to himself. ‘Probably about how gummies have nothing to do with Egypt.’
As you had reached the door, you pulled it towards you and allowed the children to gather inside. Before they could all spread out you quickly shouted, “Be careful with the glass items!” At the sound of your voice, Steven was quick to glance up at you, smiling at the back of your head waiting for you to turn to him and make your way to him as you always did when you had tours.
As you turned around, eyes skimming over Steven and seeing his beaming smile directed towards you, you were shocked, but it also made you tighten your jaw and quickly turn on your heel and walk towards a group of kids who were about to drop one of the mugs in the back. “Oh sweethearts, why don’t we look at a few of the stuffed plushies instead?” At the mention of the plushies, a girl quickly handed the mug over and let you place it down before you walked the group towards the Taweret merchandise.
But as you were doing this, you hadn’t noticed the way Steven’s smile dropped as he looked after you. First, he had apparently lost all his chances with Dylan and now you were clenching your jaw and turning away from him? Steven had felt his heart start beating harder against his chest at the thought of hurting or doing something wrong to you in the two days he had lost. Had he? Has he hurt you? Or maybe said something to you? At the thought of doing something that would cause this reaction, he felt his stomach turn in knots and his face grew hot. He had almost started to go over in your general direction, asking to speak to you privately when he noticed a few of the kids were at the counter, asking for some sweets. Steven had let a smile on his face, glancing back at you before focusing on the children.
“Oh yeah sure, what kind would you like?” The child began pointing at a few of the ones behind him and on the counter in trays in front of him, his eyes going back and forth between the candies and you. Were you okay? Were you just overwhelmed by all the kids like before? Did you need him? Steven tried to stay focused on the child asking for different types of gummies and a few lollies, but he couldn’t help but worry about you. Just as he had finished grabbing the last of the jelly candies from behind him, he turned around and saw you had come up to the counter to check on the kids that were standing there, asking if everyone had gotten something. At the sight of you, he had accidentally dropped the gummies on the counter harder than he had expected, keeping his eyes locked on you as you stared back at him. Although his attention quickly fell back to the child as he heard the boy snicker. “Sor- Sorry, Uh is that all for you?”
At the boy’s nod, he bagan ringing the candies up as he kept glancing back at you as you had started walking away, trailing behind one of the girls who was pulling you towards the paperweights on the shelf.
After he had managed to ring all the kids up and take their payments, he was standing in front of you trying to find the words to say. Seeing you sigh and begin to walk away Steven quickly grabbed your hand and turned you back to him, “Are you okay? You seemed to be a bit upset in there and was wondering if the kids were gettin’ to be too much again, not that you’d need my help..” He had trailed off as he watched your eyes narrow, brows furrowed in confusion. “What I’m trying to say is; I’m worried about you.”
You let out a small scoff, shaking your head softly at him. “Oh now you’re worriedabout me? You have timefor me now?” You had let your anger get the best of you as you had snapped at him, watching as his eyes grew wide in confusion and hurt. You hated that you felt your heart tug in guilt at the thought of hurting him the same way he had done to you, but you hadn’t regretted what you said. He didn’t get to pick and choose when to talk to you and when someone could worry about someone, it wasn’t fair that he was acting as if last night hadn’t happened when it was all you could think about.
“What? I don’t know what you mean, I always have time for you.. Did I do something wrong here?” Steven was very clearly confused on what you were talking about, seeming to not even understand what you were referencing. “Not last night you didn’t. Came to check up on you and you seemed to have no ‘time for this’. Ringing any bells?” As you watched as his eyes grew even more sunken, more confused and dazed, your anger seemed to dissipate and confusion of your own was growing.
“What… What are you talking about darling, You never came over to my flat, trust me I woulda’ remembered that. I’ve lost these two days and I don’t know why or, or what’s happening.” His accent was thick, but voice was still soft as he was trying to rack his brain for any memory of you coming over, but there was none. How had he completely missed you when you had come over? And why would he treat you like that, when he knew all he wanted when he realized he missed the date was to be with you? It didn’t make sense to him and it was present in his facial expression.
“You really don’t remember do you?” Your voice had gone back to its usual soft spoken tone it was with him, something that seemed to cause the anxiety that was steadily rising slowly making its way back down. You weren’t as mad at him now, he could tell by the way your voice changed and your body slowly got closer to him, your eyes full of worry. “Steven, do you remember anything that you had done those two days?”
“No, I remember going to sleep and waking up and it was already nearing 7 and I had to meet Dylan and then I got there and it turns out it’s Sunday! I missed the date but I don’t really care,” He had started to get more confused as he thought it all out, glancing between your eyes and the ground below him, “because I’m confused and worried about what I said and did to you. So what did I do? Did I hurt you, oh god what’s wrong with me?” At the thought of him hurting you, Steven had started pacing a little as he muttered to himself in frustration.
“No, no you didn’t exactly hurt me. You just said some rude things but it’s fine.” At the sight of Steven’s glossy brown eyes looking into yours, full of regret you had quickly reassured him, “Look, I have to guide the tour out but then I’ll come back here and we can talk it all out, okay? Nothing’s wrong and we can figure it all out, just give me 3 minutes tops.” After seeing Steven nod his head, his hands slowly playing with the hem of his jacket, you quickly went to release the children back to the teachers and wish them farewell, a smile plastered on your face as if nothing was wrong, like your mind wasn’t jumbled from the conversation with Steven.
But as you had made your way back to Steven, you noticed he had moved behind the counter, against the inventory door, anxiously glanding around the room while also absentmindedly playing with his hands and as he was looking around, he seemed to have caught your eyes. At the connection, he stilled and kept his eyes focused solely on your figure making your way to him, his breathing slowing and his hands dropping to his sides as he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked. Your hand had been tousled with how many times you ran your fingers through it, and your shirt had a coffee stain near the bottom of it, mascara smudged under your eyes but all he could see was you. The real you.
The person who would drop everything going on in their own life in order to comfort their friend, the person who could smile at you and make your heart start beating faster, the person who cared for and loved so deeply that when someone hurt you, you told them it was okay in fear of losing them completely, the person who heloved so deeply he couldn’t fathom the idea of hurting you, losing you forever. And as you had made your way up to him, he couldn’t help but latch his hands on your own, dragging you into the inventory room, quickly shutting the door behind him.
“I’m sorry for whatever it is that I said o- or did, I don’t care but please believe me when I say I’d never want to hurt you, my dove please.” Steven was breathless as he had managed to get it out, fearing that if he hadn’t, you’d walk away from him. Steven knew he sounded desperate, pleading for you to understand, for you to stay with him but he didn’t care. God, he would get on his knees in this stupid gift shop in order to keep you with him, even if it was as a close friend and not as someone he could holdandloveas he so desperately wanted to.
“Steven, I’m not mad at you, I swear. Confused? Beyond belief, but I’m not mad, not anymore anyways.” You had begun rubbing small shapes onto the hands that were holding your own so tightly within his own, hoping to bring him some peace-of-mind. “Last night… You did say something that hurt but you also weren’t wrong, and I see that you do feel guilty about it so it’s fine. We’re fine.” You emphasized, wanting him to truly understand that it was okay.
“Well, what was it? What did I say to you?” At that question, you froze, the movement on Steven’s hand freezing and your eyes staring into his own, your heart started beating faster as you felt your stomach get twisted in knots.
“Um.. you just said that I had no reason for checking on you, that we weren’t dating and that I had no right to show up to your apartment and you were right. I overstepped and I’m sorry.” You had said it so fast, not giving him a chance to stop you; knowing that if he had then you wouldn’t be able to finish it. You hadn’t expected for him to quickly begin moving his own hands, up your lower arms, past your upper arms and grab your face with his hands, forcing you to keep your eyes connected with his own. The eye contact was sending flutters in your stomach and tugs to your heart, you could feel heat was beginning to move up your neck to your cheeks, your throat closing in anticipation.
“You don’t need a reason to come to me, darling. If you need me or want to check up on me you come. You can come by whenever you want. I don’t care if we aren’t dating.” Steven was firm, but still so soft with each passing sentence, trying to make sure you understood that you were welcomed anytime. Your eyes had watered at the words, he was showing this side of him you hadn’t seen before, a side you never thought you’d get to see after last night.
“Last night, the reason I was there… I wanted to ask if you had noticed me.” Your chest had been going up and down, nervous for what he would say. But at the statement, Steven furrowed his brow. Had he noticed you? God, when had he not been looking?
“Notice you? Love..” As Steven had trailed off, thinking about all the things he had noticed, you were thinking he was trying to break it to you gently. You figured he was trying to tell you that he had never seen you, that there was no possible way for him to notice the small things Donna had mentioned previously.
“It was a stupid question, I shouldn’t have even tried ask really. I mean, it’s weird right? We can just forget about it, yeah? Go back to how it was-” You were cut off as Steven had pulled your face closer to his, his hands still being planted on your face, leaned his forehead against your own and brushed his nose down towards yours with his eyes closed. Steven was breathing harder than before, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he lightly shook his head.
“It’s not stupid, I’ve noticed everything about you. From the way you let out sighs when you’re sad, how you clench your jaw when you’re mad and how your eyes sparkle when you get happy,” Steven had let out a small laugh, his breath fanning your face as you watched him in disbelief as he continued, “how you tend to talk more with your hands when you’re passionate about something, how you like your coffee and which pastries you don’t like.” You hadn’t realized that you had tears in your eyes, some of them slowly falling out as he finished answering you, finally opening his eyes, the hues of browns and dark greens staring into your own. “Or how, how you always check on me, whether it be in person or a text, no matter what you make me feel like I matter. How could I not notice? I always notice.”
“Steven..” It came out breathless, your nose nudging his own, lips ghosting over each other, but never connecting. “Why.. why did you never say anything?” As the question slipped past your lips, fanning onto his own, he let out a small laugh as he answered, “Cause’ I’m a right nob. I always watched, never thinking I would be enough for you.” Tears welled in both of your eyes now, Steven’s brown eyes never leaving your (E/C) ones as you shook your head at him, noses rubbing together at the movement.
“You are exactlywhat I’ve wanted. It’s always been you my love, always you.” It was a soft whisper, meant for him and him only. The words seemed to have settled into his ears as he had let a wide smile grace his lips as he quickly whispered, “Then you’ll have no problem with this.”
At that, Steven had finally dipped his head and connected his slightly dry chapped lips to your eager ones. It wasn’t slow and timely, it was quick and desperate, both of you trying to show how deeply you loved each other with one kiss. Steven’s hands had stayed firm on your face as yours had moved to grip his wrists in order to ground yourself, to realize that it was real.
Steven had slowly backed you up against the door, one of his hands slowly moving down to your waist, tightly having a hold on you. You let out small, breathy moans as he started to slowly trail his lips down your neck, nipping every now and then, his hand continued to caress the back of your head, giving it a resting place instead of against a hard door.
If there was one thing you knew now, it was that Steven was a good kisser, but he was also eager to please. The way he always had a hand pressed against your skin, with enough pressure to keep you aware of what was happening where his hands were, but also soft enough for you to get lost in the feeling, slowly leaning into it. Always wanting more, never having enough of him. And Steven was loving it. Steven would get on his knees right now, doing whatever it is you requested of him, as long as you kept looking at him like that with his hands on you.
As Steven had finally pulled away, he had noticed the way your breaths grew deeper, the way your chest was falling with small gasps escaping your lips. He always noticed. And the thought that he was the reason for that, for the breathlessness, the small moans that had escaped you and the small forming bruises on your neck and at the top of your collarbones made him ecstatic.
“Yeah, I definitely didn’t mind that.” It was another breathy chuckle, a large smile pointed up at him as he had smiled down at you. At the statement, Steven let out his own laugh, his hands still gripping your waist as he muttered down to you, “I didn’t move too fast, did I? You know the whole door thing and the neck…” He had a blush forming on his face as he had asked you, you shaking your head as you knew you had thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.
“Let me take you out, not to some stupid-bloody steak house. Anywhere you want, it’s yours… please.” Steven’s hands had made their way back to holding your face, his face leaning closer to yours as he had practically begged you, not knowing that if he had asked you to jump for him you’d simply ask “How high would you like love?”
“Yeah, I wondered what the hell you were doing going on a date to a steakhouse.” At the retort, Steven let out a laugh as he leaned down and pecked you on your lips giving a small, “I was wondering what the hell I was doing asking anyone but you.”
You giggled at that as you slightly pushed him away, checked the time on your watch and told him your next tour was coming up in the next few minutes. And as you slowly opened the door, pressing a light kiss onto Steven’s lips and walked away with a small blush on your cheeks, he noticed.
Steven noticed the way his heart had finally felt like it was whole again, noticed how you had glanced around before fixing your collar and tapping your heated cheeks.
When it came to you, he’d always notice
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summary: the reader is surprised when she finds her boyfriend, the person’s calls she’s been ignoring in order to decide whether or not she should discuss her discovery of Marc, waiting at her door one day after work. Commence the Stressful Discussions. (This is Part Two of ‘Time at The Museum’) Which you can find here!
pairing: Steven Grant x reader, slight hint of Mac x reader
tags: steven is panicking quite a bit in this one! There’s a panic attack and reader helps him calm down, but it is also pretty soft but also angsty?? I don’t really know how to describe it.
word count:3.3.k
notes: the last part of this got a lot more attention than I was expecting so wow! thank you all for the love, as always; please let me know if I ever write anything incorrect or harmful about DID and remember I am not an expert! Other than that, please enjoy
You were tired, eyes drooping closed every few seconds tired. And yes, it’s normal to be tired at work but this, this was something different.
You hadn’t gotten any sleep last night due to your mind racing, wondering what to do about the ‘Marc Situation’ as you had labeled it inside your own head. You pondered over what to do and say when you finally managed to grow up and just face it. You had been ignoring all of Steven’s calls, letting each one of them ring out to get your voicemail, which Steven was sure to leave every time he called.
Which was a lot.
While you were tired at work, thoughts still being plagued by the conversation from last night, Steven was standing outside your apartment door, having called out sick, pacing as he continued to dial the memorized number. Now, he didn’t have a need to memorize it, but he had done so due to the past few times he had woken up, stranded somewhere with no recollection of where he was, and no phone on him. Steven had only your number memorized and after quickly asking to borrow a kind older man’s phone, was quick to insert the familiar digits.
“Hello?” You had sounded deeply confused, who would be calling you at 7 A.M?
“Hello lovely, uh I see- wait did I wake you up? Oh no I’m sorry, I can figure something ou-”
“Steven, where are you? Are you alright?” What shocked Steven was how there was not a single ounce of annoyance or anger in your tone. There was only the reminisce of sleep and worry, something he wasn’t quite used to feeling just yet.
Steven was bought out of the small memory as he heard your cheery voice begin your voicemail. A soft sigh was let out from Steven, running a shaky hand through his tousled hair. Why weren’t you picking up? Yeah, you were at work, but you always managed to pick up since you had your own office and only did smaller data entry things for the company you worked at.
‘Did I do something yesterday? I know I blacked out but what happened? What did I do wrong?’
Steven continued to let his mind continue running wild with these types of thoughts as he lowered himself down onto the floor in front of your door, his hands fiddling with the large woven yarn placemat you had. Steven would wait for you to come home, he neededto wait for you to come home or else he wouldn’t be able to calm down, not knowing what happened to or with you was worrying the absolute hell out of him.
As you finally managed to finish imputing the stupid amount of money some hot-shot CEO was willing to spend on a singular project for another up-and-coming directive manager and their new building plans. At the thought of the project’s budget, your eyes involuntarily rolled and your mouth parted as a scoff made its way out.
As you got on the bus you pulled out your phone, seeing the missed calls from Steven. The sight made your chest tighten, your heart starting to pound harder than it has before. You hated it, you hated that you were a coward that couldn’t just call him, ask him to meet you and talk about it, assure him that it didn’t change how you felt and how they would get through this. As the bus continued its bumpy ride your thoughts continued to think about how you would approach the topic, how does one go about this? You didn’t want him to end up having a panic attack, or him to dissociate and be left with Marc again, who you knew would wear a smug grin, finding that he was right.
As you thought back to Marc and all the times Steven was confused on where he was, lost days at a time, the guilt that would eat away at him for not being there for you when you wanted him, all of it. All of it was enough to make the decision that had been weighing over you since you left the comfort of Stevens apartment last night. You had to tell Steven, he deserved to know that he’s not crazy, that the guilt he always has when he misses the date isn’t needed, that he has no control over it, that you weren’t upset at him.
As the bus pulled to your stop, you made your way out, slowly making your way to your apartment. You were going to go in there, call Steven back asking him to come over to talk, change and then await his arrival. You knew it would be something hard to discuss, something he would need time to fully process but he needed to know that it was okay, that you were there for him. Just as you were pulling the keys out to your key, you heard a deep, relieved sigh being released from down the hall.
You whipped your head up, watching as Steven raised himself to his feet, quickly making his way over to you, a smile on his face. Your face held one of shock as Steven came barreling into you, feeling him wrap his arms around your waist, one hand on the back of your head, holding you close to him. You didn’t realize how much you missed him until this moment. A sigh was let out of your chest as you quickly wrapped your own arms around him, nuzzling your head further into him.
“Darlin’, thank god,” He sounded so relieved, the feeling of your hands wrapping around him making him feel as if nothing was wrong, that you hadn’t decided to ignore all his calls. “I was so worried, you weren’t answering and I don’t know what happened last night but I don’t remember the museum and you weren’t there when I woke up and I tried calling an-” You could feel his chest moving rapidly up and down, you knew if he continued he’d end up having a panic attack. Which is why you quickly put your hands to his face, shushing him and shaking your head, leaning your head up and forcing your foreheads together.
“No no no, shh Steven, you did nothing wrong. I promise you sweetheart.” You were speaking so softly, eyes filled with love and concern. Steven let out a breath of relief, his eyes staying connected with your own as he gave you a soft smile. God, he was so relieved to know that you hadn’t left, that he hadn’t scared you away. And as much as you’d like to stay there, wrapped up in his arms, you were in the hall of your apartment, so you slowly pulled away dropping your hands from his face and interlocking your hand with his own, leading him towards your door. “You didn’t do anything wrong but we do have to talk about something from yesterday.”
The worry and anxiety that had dwindled had slowly raised back up in his chest, what did you need to talk about? Were you finally done with him? Had you finally realized you deserved a man who didn’t forget dates, who didn’t have to chained up at night, who could love you without being fearful of when he’d lose you to whatever was pulling at his body and mind? All these thoughts caused Steven to tighten his hold on your hand even tighter than before, trying to force his mind to always remember the way your skin felt intertwined with his own, how it felt to be softly touched, to be loved by you.
You could feel how tense he was getting; you knew from the way he was glancing around the room that he was nervous, that he was slowly beginning to panic inside his own head. At this, you quickly tighten your hold on his hand and quickly bring the two of you to sit on the couch in the middle of your flat. “Steven I promise you, nothing is going to change between u-” Steven seemed to have been too far in his own head to hear this as he started panicking.
“No, no no please, I don’t know what happened but I can fix it. Don’t leave me, I know I can be a handful and I flake out on dates and I’m not the most handsome bloke you could have but pl-” Steven hadn’t taken notice of the way you were frantically shaking your head, loosening your grip on his hands to raise them to his face, forcing his eyes to meet your own. “Steven no, I’m not leaving you, no one is leaving. I promise lovely, I promise.”
As you said this, maintaining eye contact, Steven seemed to have calmed a small bit, slowly feeling the worry and heartbreak vanish as you continued to look him in the eyes, rubbing small circles onto his cheeks. You weren’t leaving him.
“We’re just gonna talk about yesterday, why you don’t remember what happened during and after the museum.” At that, Steven seemed to grow confused. What the hell is going on?
“You know how you have all those blank spaces in between your days and how you miss appointments or work or even our dates? Well it’s not you, it’s not you Steven. It’s someone inside of you, Marc,” As you were talking, Steven seemed to have grown more confused, slowly leaning away from you shaking his head in denial. “He takes control and he does who knows what and sometimes he’ll be gone for days at a time- Steven? Hey, are you alright?” Steven had started speaking in an almost whisper, “No.. no that doesn’t make sense. What are you talking about Y/N?”
At the look on his face you knew the discussion was only going to get more stressful, tense even. You didn’t want him to panic or feel like he was crazy but you could tell that’s exactly what he felt right now. “I know it sounds insane okay, but trust me this is why! And it’s fine, we can work with it and it won’t have to change anything. I just wanted you to realize that none of it was your fault, you deserve to kno-” Stevens’ demeanor had changed, he was shaking as he had slowly crumbled into himself, his breathing became erratic as he continued to mutter small no’s. At the sight you felt your heart break and fall deep into your stomach, this wasn’t what you wanted. Thankfully, you had been to therapy before, something that you usually hated thinking about but now you had a technique that had been taught to you on how to stop things like this, how to ground someone.
“No, no hey it’s okay Steven. Look, can you hear me? Can I get behind you and hold you?” At your soft voice, Steven quickly nodded his head, making you quickly maneuver yourself to having him lean back into your chest, your arms making quick work to wrap your arms around him and draw small shapes on the exposed skin of his lower stomach while the other seemed to have found his hands that were held tightly to his chest, intertwining them as you spoke small soft coos.
“It’s okay, can you tell me the first five things you can see right now? Take your time and breath Steven, it’s okay.” The sound of your soft whisper made him breath shakily, gripping your hand tighter. And through shaky breaths and small pauses between every few words he listed the five things; “Your purse on the table.. The bookshelf you bought for the books I left here.. The plants in the window.. Your easel on the counter.. And the magnet I got from the gift shop.” After each item you gave a small hug and a nod of your head, the remnant of the scuff he recently shaved scratching at your cheek, even though you knew it was beginning to irritate your skin, you refused to lean away from him.
“Okay now tell me the four things you can hear? Can you do that?” Steven gave a small nod and tried to control his breathing and match it with the rise and fall of your chest on his back. He wasn’t used to this, to the soft touches, to the tender and patient way you had loved him. “Your heart beats.. The cars outside.. The washer hitting the wall.. Your breathing.” As you continued throughout the rest of the senses you felt Steven fall deeper into your hold, moving his head deeper into your chest as you let him turn against you, putting himself deep into your hold, his arms wrapping around your waist.
“You’ve done so good, just tell me what’s one thing you can touch?” It was so quiet you were surprised when Steven had made a quick response, “You.’
As he fully closed his eyes, basking in your warmth and softness, your hands had found their way tangled into his hair, lightly scratching his scalp, a serene and peaceful atmosphere surrounding you. This wasn’t where you wanted it to head, but you always knew it was a possibility, that Steven would have trouble wrapping his head around himself having a second person in his body. One who would sometimes leave for days on end, coming back and leaving Steven more confused and tired then the day before. You knew he needed to just be held, to be showered in love, that he was used to being brushed aside, his own name being messed up by his boss and coworkers. That’s why you continued to hold him, softly scratching his head even as your wrist started hurting from the weird angle they were bending at, even as your legs started to burn as his weight had been fully placed on it and during this, you didn’t see how the reflection of the window Steven was facing was looking at the two of you.
Marc had been shocked, you had calmed Steven down, gotten him to listen to you. You hadn’t gotten mad or frustrated at the denial and how quick Steven had broken down. Marc marveled at the patience and kindness you had shown for someone you had only been dating for a few months. Without realizing, and meaning to, Marc had slowly started taking control.
You felt the way Steven had gotten tense. Scared that he had started to panic again, you quickly lifted your head to look him in the eye. “Stev-” You were cut off as you realized his neck was strained out, the veins bulging out of it as his eyes started rolling in the back of his head. As soon as you realized what was happening, you had let your hands fall down by your side, your wrist finally resting normally on your stomach. “Marc..?” Your voice was hesitant, still soft and kind, but hesitant.
“How did you calm him down? Get him to listen?” It was definitely Marc, his shoulders grew larger, his eyes darker than the soft ones Steven always had and you couldn’t forget about that damn accent. “A therapist taught me a while ago.. Why are you here? Can I have Steven back? Please?” You just wanted your sweet Steven to come back and have him shower so you could lay in your bed for the rest of the night.
“I need you to trust me, I appreciate you taking care of him but I’ll handle the rest of it from here. There’s a lot more that you don’t know about.” Marc had chosen to ignore your request for your boyfriend back which made you scrunch your eyes at him. “Trust you? How the hell am I supposed to trust you if I don’t even know your full name and you are continuously making Steven feel crazy!” You had tried to keep your voice leveled, you knew that there were things about this situation you didn’t have a single clue about but you were mad. Who the hell did he think he was to ask you to trust you when he couldn’t even trust Steven with the secret of himself?
There was a long, tense silence after you had spoken, you were waiting for him to say something, hell even do something! You were just tired of the way he had stared at you, you felt like his eyes were judging every aspect of who you were and you loathed it.
“Spector. My name is Marc Spector.” Was probably the last thing you expected him to say after the long moment of silence. “I know you can’t trust me right now but I need you to try. I would never hurt Steven, I promise you I will explain everything.” You hated the way he had stepped closer, how he bore his eyes into your eyes, making the promise you for some reason knew he would keep.
“Let me see Steven, give him control for the rest of tonight and I promise I will try to trust you. Just give me tonight to be with him.” You had taken a step closer to him, keeping your eyes connected with us, feeling them slightly water at the thought of him leaving with Steven trapped in his own mind. “Please.” You knew you sounded desperate but you didn’t care, you just wanted Steven to wake up and know that he had some control of his life, that he didn’t have to chain himself up and solve puzzles to keep himself awake.
You watched as Marc glanced between your eyes and your lips, and before you could let another plea fall from your lips you watched as his eyes softened, his shoulders hunching back into himself, his smile, small as he felt the wave of exhaustion fall on him, brightened as he stood face to face with you.
“Can we take a bath and lay down for a bit? That sounds nice, yeah? Ooh, and maybe tomorrow we can have a redo on the brunch?” You smiled back at him, nodding your head, quickly making your way next to him, and grabbing his face and making him lean down towards you. You rested your forehead on his before reaching up and connecting your lips together. It wasn’t fast and needy, it was slow and passionate, something you knew Steven loved. As you pulled apart you rub your thumbs in small circles on his cheeks as you saw he was looking down, clearly having something on his mind. “What? What is it lovely?”
“I’m sorry I freaked out, that you had to do that all today. I know you can do better, that you don’t have to be with someone who needs help like I do.” His voice had cracked, clearly growing emotional over the thoughts running in his head. But you were there to quiet them, lifting his head up to meet your gaze, you told him one thing he’d always remind himself of when he needed your help.
“Who do you think I go to when I feel like everything’s too much? It’s not my mom, or my boss. No Steven, it’s you. You could smile at me, and I would feel better, some days I might need more but I know you’ll be there like I was there today.” You were smiling so wide at him while he was listening to every word, his eyes tracing every aspect of your face, his eyes wide.
“It’s okay to need help Steven. Now, what’s that I hear about a bath?” You watched as his eyes got glossy as he nodded his head and pressed another lasting kiss to your lips, and you led him to the bath.
You knew today was filled with nothing but stressful discussions and a bit of crying, but you would have to finish the day off with your boyfriend in your bed and a growing trust to Marc Spector to keep his promise.
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Avenging (DARK! Moon Knight x Reader) The Knight and Pawn Series
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WARNINGS: Dark themes, I have no idea how to describe indoor decor.
You woke up to the smell of him on your skin. Your blood curdled and shame filled you. How could you be so weak against him? How could you have encouraged it?
The ghost of his lips on yours, as well as his fingers, lingered. You could still practically taste him on your tongue. The minty freshness mixed with the faint taste of dark chocolate and coffee created something so intoxicating yet nauseating at the same time. His calloused hands, worn from battle, left a sensation you didn’t quite understand.
You knew what happened last night was not out of love, at least not on your side, you were lonely, vulnerable and isolated. Any touch of intimacy was like breathing in fresh air or letting the sunlight hit your face after so much rain. You knew you didn’t love him, that this sick and twisted notion of love he had in his head was absurd and dangerous.
You brought your knees to your chest as you thought angrily about if all of this had come out five years ago things would have been different. You would’ve jumped into his arms and lived happily, you would probably have been oblivious to the obvious red flags because he would’ve been your Marc.
But he wasn’t anymore.
You pitied that version of you who lived oblivious to what monster warmed her bed at night. But you also envied her, wished to be her.
—
You were reading yet again when Marc came through the door, you expected him to have a tray of food in his hands but you were surprised when he just leaned against the door with his arms crossed. No food, and the door wide open.
Confusion and unease filled you, what was he doing?
“So,” Marc started, “the final renovations got done this morning so it’s time to properly show you your new home starlight.” You sat there not really processing the information.
“What,” Marc asked, “did you think I was just going to keep you in a locked room with no sunlight for the rest of your life?”
“I didn’t really know what to expect honestly,” you replied, hesitantly closing the book in your lap before placing it on the crumpled sheets. You slowly took a step forward to the door and when Marc reached out his tanned hand for you to take it. You wanted to deny it, tell him to fuck off and not touch you. But you worried that if you did, any hopes of getting outside of these same four walls would disappear. You tried not to recoil as your fingers intertwined with his, you reminded yourself with each step not to run to the nearest door. He’ll be on guard, he’ll be ready for your half baked attempt at escape. You had to gain his trust, and not running immediately would help. Some part of you wondered if you were complacent if he would let you go out of boredom, but you see the look in his eyes and know that will never be the case. In fact it might encourage him.
He took you through a few hallways, all trimmed with white and silver. It was all very…classy and expensive. Nothing about this screamed Marc, but of course when Marc showed up in that bar with a white button up and black slacks some part of you was surprised by his appearance. He also barely managed to scrape by with what he sold during missions, always just selling the bare minimum before giving it to museums and places like that. So what changed? Where did all this money come from?
Marc opened a door at the end of the hallway, it did not make a sound as he opened it and revealed a study. The walls were lined with books, most were egyptian, the wooden trims looked to be made of mahogany and decorative plants were placed artistically here and there giving the room a slight adventurer vibe. You barely noticed the door behind you closing, when you did you saw it was a hidden door. You were trapped behind a fake door the entire time in his study.
“This is the office,” Marc said as his fingers never left yours, “Truth be told I don’t use it often but I don’t want you poking around in here if you can help it,” He said as he dragged you out of the space.
It was very modern, you noticed, the floor plan was anyway, open space, lots of windows letting in a lot of natural light. Completely different from the cramped room you had been in for months. The couch was a cool gray sectional, it looked as though it’s never been used, in fact, a lot of it seemed to be brand new. The floors were real wood and polished to the point you could see your reflection in it, the walls were a nice, clean white with spots of color here and there with wall decorations. There was a fluffy rug where the sectional was along with a decorative blanket draped over the side. The TV was massive, and it seemed to be one of those state of the art smart tv’s. Everything looked just like it came straight from one of those home decorator magazines, showing people pretty places that they would never live. You noticed one of those windows looked out into a balcony that overlooked the water. As you breathed in the outside world for the first time in forever, your suspicions were confirmed.
You were in London.
You were literally an entire ocean away from anyone who you could count on to help.
You were trapped.
“As you can tell this is the living area, and over here is the kitchen,” Marc said as he pulled you to the open archway to the kitchen. The floor was marble tile and the counters were made of this white and gray marble with gold streaks in it. Even this room, which you know he used, looks like nothing has been touched.
He then proceeded to show you the other rooms, the gym, an indoor pool, a walk-in closet which he made sure to tell you that was yours, a few guest rooms, and all the rooms seemed to follow a certain white, gray, and gold theme with Egyptian hints and exotic touches here and there.
Finally he dragged you to the last door, it was large, taking up a good amount of space on the wall, double doors.
“Finally this is our bedroom with an ensuite bathroom for us.” It was gorgeous, the california king bed with gray sheets, a regular rug with intricate patterns, the frame of the bed was black, over all the room was spacious with enough room for a pull out tv, ottoman by the end of the bed, a large dresser with a closet, two chairs by a bookshelf. When you reached the bathroom the shower could clearly hold two people as well as the massive tub. Everything was big, clean and expensive.
That’s what you always came back to.
Expense.
“Marc,” you said to the man who, except when he showed you where the rooms were, said nothing, “How are you able to afford all of this?”
“Turns out Steven is smarter than he looks,” He said rubbing the back of your hand, “he may be pretty timid but god is he a vicious business man.” he sighed as he brought your hand to his lips, “I know it’s a lot to take in right now, but I want you to know that we did this all for you. You deserve nice things, and I didn’t handle things correctly-”
“You didn’t.” You said, Marc gave you a look, he knows you’re right (as usual) and that he deserves that.
“As I was saying,” Marc continued, “we did this all for you, but there are a few rules.”
You tried to hide the tightness in your chest and the panicked rhythm of your pulse.
“One,” Marc said holding up one finger, “don’t try to escape. Pretty basic shit, but still.”
“Where would I even go?” You said, “You took me an entire ocean away from anyone I can turn to.”
“You could still run,” He said, his eyes challenging yours, “and there will be no tolerance for that.”
“Two,” He said, “I still want to bring you breakfast every morning and you have to eat all of it.” he holds up three fingers, “Three, you have to wear the clothes in the walk-in closet, it’s all designer or some shit, it’s supposed to be high quality.” Four fingers, “Four, we still share the same bed and the same rules apply. I would never force you into sex,” he said, “When that day comes, when sleeping beside each other isn’t enough for you and you want more, I’ll be there. However, until that day comes I would like to continue sleeping like we have been. Close.”
“And Five?” You asked.
“Five,” He said with a blush on his cheek, “you have to kiss me, at least once a day. I’m not asking for more than that, just one kiss on the lips a day or more.”
Out of all those rules, that one was the one that was going to be hard to obey. Kissing him everyday and moving on as though he didn’t kill Alec right in front of you was going to be unbearable. But you needed time, and opportunity, and who knows. Maybe one day if you still have your wits about you and you’ve gained enough trust. Maybe he’ll bring you outside, maybe even take you on trips where you can escape then.
Just hold on.
“So do you understand?” Marc asked, his eyes boring into yours as-though trying to read your mind. You gave him a small, deceptively sweet smile as you answered.
“I understand.”
“And you have to start calling me your pretty boy again,” Marc said in a lower tone, “I just want things to be how they used to be.”
“I understand pretty boy” the words tasted like ash in your mouth but still you smiled at him.
Summary: You go to give Steven his lunch on his first day as a tour guide, which leads to some interesting following events.
Warnings: Smut, unprotected p i v (wrap it before you tap it), oral (m recieving), jealousy, insecure thoughts, biting (f giving), smutty steven (that’s a warning ok?). MINORS DNI
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You considered yourself to be a pacifist. Believing that violence should be avoided until absolutely necessary, like life or death.
However you were seriously considering cutting that woman’s manicured hands off of her body if she didn’t get them off of your boyfriend.
It wasn’t like you didn’t trust Steven (or Marc and Jake for that matter), you trusted them completely. It was just a darker, more feral, more insecure part of you that looked at that person’s hands and wanted to tear them from his arm. You watched as she tried every trick in the book, fingers dancing along his arm, gasp you must work out a lot Steven, the fluttering of the eyes with a look that just says ‘notice me’, god you could practically hear her. However, you were content to stay next to the gift shop in the museum, silently seething at the woman but supporting Steven on his first day as a tour guide for now. Your poor Steven probably didn’t even realize what was going on, he was too engrossed talking about the mummification process to notice the woman’s (not really) subtle advances. You were about to take a walk to clear your head before you noticed how her eyes darted to his ass and bit her lip.
You checked the clock and you thanked all the gods that it was around Steven’s lunch break time. However he hadn’t noticed since he was so involved in answering and giving thorough explanations to the seemingly never ending questions that the woman asked.
Your low heels lightly clacked against the marble floor as you made your way to your curly haired vigilante. You were thankful you brought him his lunch that he probably didn’t even know he forgot.
You got to him just before the woman could ask another question that she just didn’t care about. You lightly tapped Steven on the shoulder, hoping your face was light hiding your seething feelings. He paused as he turned to you, you could see his dark eyes light up and the smile that you were convinced could blind the sun god himself stretched over his face.
“Darling,” Steven said, the woman beside him glared at you, you tried to pay her no mind. You held up the brown paper bag with the words “Steven with a V” written in his handwriting.
“Couldn’t let you miss lunch again love,” You said in a light tone, you hand him the paper bag with a kiss on his cheek. You lingered there for a second, recuperating the glare the blonde woman behind him was giving you. You wanted to kiss him breathless in front of her, grab his ass as you glared at her with a silent message in your eyes.
Mine
But you knew that Steven would probably blush profusely and get reprimanded on his first day, so you did what you could do. You were sweet, you were a silent storm, brewing.
“Well now that you’re here, why don’t we both go to lunch?” Steven asked, his fingers playing with the paper bag slightly. His hands always needed something to do, whether that’s playing with the strings on his jacket, solving a puzzle or…more pleasurable.
“Sounds like a plan,” You look behind Steven, right at the woman who Steven by now has completely forgotten about and smile a sweet and subtle ‘fuck you’ smile. Steven was about to walk away when the woman stopped him, and he clearly was startled, after forgetting her.
“Wait,” she said, god you hated her voice, it was too high pitched and nasally, “I still have a few questions regarding a thing we saw at the beginning of the tour.”
“It’s ok,” Steven said pointing to the person taking his place during lunch, “Bob will be able to answer those questions,” He holds out his hand to shake hers, “I’m off, lovely meeting you Sarah.”
You heard her slightly huff before you headed off towards the front doors to find somewhere to eat together. You were a few feet away from the museum when you heard Steven let out a chuckle.
“What’s funny?” You asked curiously.
“You,” Steven said, “I never thought I would live to see the day that I’d have someone getting jealous over somebody flirting with me.” His words shocked you.
“Me! Jealous,” You asked incredulously and a little defensively, “what would I be jealous about. She was just clearly veryinterested in what you had to say that she simply couldn’t contain herself.” Steven responded by chuckling more. His deep voice rumbling in his chest, eye crinkling in amusement as he admires the embarrassed flush invades your face and gives you away. Usually you’re the one to catch him being jealous, not the other way around so this was a treat. And if he was being honest, it made him feel special, knowing that he could have that effect on you as well. However, while he adored the pout that was currently on your face that you were trying to hide, he loved your smiles and laughter far more.
He grabbed your hand from your face, uncovering your blushing face.
“Although I’m flattered,” He starts as he kisses your cheek, “jealousy doesn’t suit you, I like seeing you smile more.” He stops you and brings you to the side of the sidewalk, where a wall full of graffiti laid bare, he kisses your nose before finally bringing you for a sweet and tender kiss on your lips. His kiss was always soft, full of love and tenderness. It was like kissing a dream, beautiful and leaves you in a sort of cloudy gaze, barely remembering it until his lips were on yours again. You would have probably kissed more if it wasn’t for the resounding rumble of your stomach interrupting you, reminding you that while you brought lunch for Steven you had barely eaten today. You and Steven looked at each other before laughing, his hands in yours, you both searched for a place to eat together.
—
You laid in bed with Steven, you washed the sheets earlier that day and you had just gotten out of the shower so a fresh scent surrounded you. The only thing it was missing was him.
Without him there thoughts of the day passed by, the woman from the museum still on your mind. You were so happy with Steven and Marc, and Jake. But you’ve been happy before, you’ve trusted before only to have it thrown back at your face. You start worrying that maybe you were misreading the situation, maybe you were harsh, maybe this is one of the good things that doesn’t last and this is the beginning of the end.
You were so caught up with your inner demons that you didn’t register your personal angel sliding into the freshly washed and dried sheets until you felt a hand cradle your face.
“What’s going on in that mind of yours darling?” Steven asked, dark eyes unwavering.
“Steven I-”
“Darling what is it you always say to us?”
“Communication is key.”
“Correct,” Steven said as his hand went from cradling your face to holding your hand, “so communicate darling, I’m all ears.”
“I get scared sometimes,” You admit unable to say no to him, “today I have you. But tomorrow is never a given, I’m so scared that someday when I’ve let go completely that you’ll want nothing to do with me. That you’ll regret me and leave. I know this is rubbish, but I still worry. I also worry I may have been a little too harsh on Sarah from the gift shop today.” true to his word Steven lets you let it out. His eyes and ears never deviated once.
“It’s ok to get scared,” Steven starts, “I could say the same things too, I am the luckiest bastard today because I have you, but I can be the sorriest knob on the earth tomorrow if you decide I’m too broken to be loved. But while I have you, I plan on holding you, loving you, I plan on keeping that heart you gave me safe and warm, like how you are keeping mine.” Your eyes look away before he directs your attention back at him, “hey look at me,” his thumb ghosts over your cheeks, “I’m yours, nothing can change that.”
You bring your face to his, your lips molding together like puzzle pieces, you just fit. Your hands cradle his face, before going to his scalp as you lift one leg and straddle him on the bed. Your hands gently massage the space between his ear and hair. You hear him moan as his large hands grip your hips firmly, tanned digits digging into soft flesh, as the kisses now become opened mouthed and breathing becomes ragged.
Stevens hands move from their place on your waist and dance up your side before grabbing the hem of your nightshirt. He parts from you for just a second to which you respond with a slight wine, you open your eyes to see his midnight eyes asking silently, pleading really, to lift your shirt. You bite your lip as you nod, lifting your arms he practically tore the shirt from you. The bite of night air made goosebumps rise all over your skin, the mixture of the aroused look in your eyes and how your topless figure bathed in the moonlight left Steven absolutely breathless with love and lust. You could see his dark eyes darken as he drank you in, no matter how many times Steven has seen you he always got the same look as though he was looking at you for the first time. And that made you feel cherished.
Steven’s mouth lowered itself on your left breast, nipple in mouth, sucking, biting, tugging. Dragging choked, and needy whimpers and moans from you as you clutch onto his dark, damp curls. Back arching into his mouth, while his left hand played with your right breast and his right hand kneading the flesh of your ass. All of this went straight to your core, feral need flooded you as your mouth lowered itself to his ear. You nibbled at the top of his ear, licked and tugged at the lower part. Which seemed to send Steven into a needy frenzy of his own, he could feel your hot breath in his ear, deep and seductive.
“Let me touch you,” you whispered moaning in his ear as you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, “I need to touch you love please.”
For you he would do anything.
He stopped and excitedly got rid of the last shred of clothing separating your top halves together. Just as he was about to continue worshiping your breasts the way they deserved, you gently pushed him back, letting your hands roam around his toned body. Memorizing every detail.
Every scar, every mole, every freckle and goosebump.
You want to memorize it all.
Your lips latch onto his neck, sucking and kissing your way down to his clavicle. His breathing gets more erratic as he is so hard he throbs, his hands dancing patterns onto your skin. Your kisses continue downward, you take a small detour to take his dark nipple in your mouth sucking before lightly biting. His back arched at the sensation, urging for more, begging. However you have other plans as your hands gently caress the outline of his cock through his sleep pants. Noting the slight wet spot right where you knew the head was, a mischievous smirk settled on your lips. Your kisses travel lower, and lower until you are at eye level with the decent sized bulge. Your eyes look up at the half lidded and sex addled eyes of your lover before kissing the tip through the pants. The groan was guttural and damn did that do wonders for your confidence. You’ve brought him here, to the point between saving and utter ruin. Your eyes ask a silent question and he nodds fervently, your hands reach the waistband of his pants and he lifts his hips. You pull them down until his cock sprang forward, slapping against his stomach. It made your mouth water as you pulled back the foreskin and gave the tip of it a kiss before enveloping him within your mouth.
Steven swears as his fingers clutch the hair on your scalp in a tight grip as you bob your head up and down in a consistent and steady rhythm. Your tongue tracing the outline of the vein on the underside of his shaft. You look up and as you see Steven fall apart beneath you, his chest rising and falling erratically as you pick up your pace. You decide to get dangerous as you just barely let your teeth graze him. Suddenly you are pulled off of him, the salty taste of his precum lingering on your tongue as he mashes his pillow soft, kiss swollen lips against yours, nearly drawing blood. The kiss is all lust and teeth and tongue. His hands grab the flesh of your ass tightly, for sure leaving bruises in their wake. And you know you’ll wear those bruises on your ass like a badge of honor.
As the kiss died down he pressed his sweat covered forehead against yours.
“That was close,” Steven whispered breathlessly, “I would’ve made a mess if you had done that again.”
“That good huh?” you joked just as breathless as him as he kissed you again, sweetly. The combination of the feral and lust blown kiss from earlier to the sweet and domestic kiss was enough for your mind to whirl.
“Better than good,” Steven said, breaking away from the kiss, “but I want you to come before I do darling.”
You suddenly felt full as Steven thrusted his hips upward connecting you together. The pleasure filled screamed that came out of you made you sure that tomorrow you will receive a noise complaint…again.
Steven’s hands steadied you as you fell forward, your chest against his as he began thrusting upward. Bouncing you up and down his lower appendage.
You could barely form a coherent sentence as Steven expertly rocked into you and hit consistently in that one goddamn spot that made you see white. It was difficult to believe that Steven was so awkward about sex before when he’s fucking you so damn good. Your sweat covered chest rubbing against his, his hands firmly on your and the sole attention you were receiving was all contributing to the tight coil forming in your belly. It only got tighter once his diligent and skilled fingers found the sensitive little bundle of nerves and started rubbing in lazy circles that you felt the coil get impossibly tight as you felt him throb inside you.
“I’m not gonna last much longer my darling,” he confesses as his lips attack your neck, “you’re so tight, let go my darling cum for me.”
At that you did, you felt the surge of mind blowing pleasure that you didn’t realize you bit harshly onto Stevens neck. However at the feeling of your teeth sinking into him and marking him he exploded, unable to keep rocking into you as his release leaked out of where you both were joined.
You both stayed like that for a while, with you collapsed on top of him, gently kissing the mark you left on him as an apology. While he lovingly traced the outline of your spine and the red marks he knew will darken into bruises by morning. Both of you basked in each other’s afterglow, not having the energy to move and nearly falling asleep. However Steven, the man who was always so attentive to your needs, knew you would be uncomfortable in a few hours if he didn’t clean you up. So reluctantly he removed himself from you with a wet plop, you groaned as you felt so empty without him. He kissed your temple and tried to remove himself from you, letting you know he was just gonna get a wet rag to clean you up with as well.
You drifted in and out of sleep as you heard him in the bathroom over wetting the rag with warm water.
He came back not a few minutes later with a warm wet rag and cleaned you up, although you were sensitive the warm wet rag was a welcome. After cleaning you up Steven disposed of the rag after cleaning himself up as well, he slid in next to you. His chin resting on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around your torso.
“How in the bloody hell am I going to cover this love bite tomorrow.”
Conflicting Interests (Dark! Moon Knight x Reader) the Knight and Pawn series
Hey so another shorter chapter! Super tired but just trying to get one chapter in a day as a challenge.
Anyways here comes the trigger warnings.
TRIGGER WARNINGS! SLIGHT (AND I MEAN VERY SLIGHT) SEXUAL CONTENT, DARK THEMES AHEAD! ANGST!
Also I tried to be realistic when it came to being bilingual, however I myself am not so if any translations are confusing or something doesn’t make sense let me know!
Morning rolled around and he was gone, you had nearly thought you dreamt it up.
However when you rolled over you could smell him on the sheets. The smell of cedar, smoke, and rain, all the years you’ve known him he’s always had that smell, even in highschool.
You stared at the wall on the side he slept that night and your mind began to wander. Where was that friend now? You thought, where was yourMarc, the one who you snuck out to go stargazing with every saturday night, the one who you called when you got too drunk to drive, the one who you could just put on any old vinyl you had and just sit comfortably in silence with.
Where was your best friend?
This Marc smelled the same, he looked like Marc, he dressed like Marc.
But he wasn’t, not really.
However, maybe this is how he always was…you just refused to see it.
You remembered him getting into a lot of fights with kids at school but never you, he was always so gentle when it came to you. It got worse after Randall died. There was almost never a week that passed by without Marc getting into a scuffle with someone, most of the time it was someone who had bullied you or insulted you. At the time you thought he was just being over protective of you, however you wondered if maybe there was something more, something darker to it than that.
Despite all of that, Marc was your first. First love, first kiss, first everything.
At that goddamn cabin.
Marc was joking about being the only virgin in the marines when you offered to change that for him, no strings attached of course because you were still in denial about your own romantic feelings towards him then.
It’s kind of funny, you used to look at the night and smile.
Now you wonder just how far his obsession with you went, if that night was orchestrated by him or if it happened exactly how you remembered.
You may never truly know.
You didn’t even register the amount of time passing until the typical knock against the door broke you away from those thoughts. You saw it was neither Marc or Steven, the hat on his head and the way he looked at you was different.
Jake.
You were already burned by Steven so now you were cautious. You didn’t know how this would go, you sat up in the bed as Jake brought your food to you. Sausage with Waffles with coffee on the side. His hands envelop yours as he looks in your eyes, his dark iris’s reflecting against yours.
“I missed you mi ojos de angel,” Jake said before kissing your cheek, “you have no idea what I’ve had to put up with, with those idiotas,”Jake didn’t let go of your hand once as he ranted about all the things you’ve missed out on these past 3 years. Every inconvenience, minor transgression, talking about everything except the elephant in the room.
“Jake,” You interrupted him, he immediately stopped talking and was solely focused on you, “is there a plan?”
“Yes,”Jake said, for a split moment hope runs through you like lightning before the thunderous feeling of uneasiness settled in your gut as you noticed the same obsession in his eyes that you saw in Stevens and Marcs.
“The plan is getting you comfortable to be around us again,” Jake started, “and then one day,” Jake pauses his face scrunches as he mutters curse words in spanish, “I can’t remember the word,” another second goes by before he snaps his fingers as his face lit up in a eureka moment, “preferably, that’s the word I was looking for, preferably soon, we will get married.”
And just like that your heart drops, Jake had been your last hope of getting out of here. He must have noticed your crestfallen look as his hands went from being entangled in yours to gently holding your face.
“Why such a sad face,” Jake asked, brushing the tears you didn’t realize were rolling down your cheeks, “ojos de angel, mi ojos de angel, no te preocupes angel, everything will be ok.”
“I promise.”
—
After spending an hour with Jake he proceeded to leave with the empty plate your waffles were on moments ago, along with all your hopes.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, you got dressed in the clothes laid out for you, you made the bed, you re-read some books that Steven left for you in the room, most if not all of them were Egyptian themed, then finally you took a bath. Even though the water was scalding, and the scents from the lavender epsom salt poured in, you still found it difficult to relax.
You had just settled into the bed when the same routine that had played last night came to pass again.
Marc came in and just slept beside you, he never did anything more than just hold you beside him.
And once again you muscles relaxed fully under his touch.
—
That kind of night had become routine, you gathered that Marc waited until you fell asleep to come in and sleep beside you. And you’ve just accepted that for whatever reason, your body melted and relaxed with him.
The heart, mind, and body were separate things.
Although he may have had your body fooled, your mind and heart were different matters entirely. You neither forgave him nor forgot him.
You were positive you’ve been here for almost half a year if not exactly, your hair had grown and time passed by in a blur.
You were in bed when you felt the other side of the bed dip beside you, at first you thought nothing of it. It was just routine.
That was until he turned you over to face him. His dark eyes were wide and his hands gently caressed your face.
Ceder, smoke, and rain filled your every sense.
Marc said nothing as he kissed you, his lips pressed firmly and expertly against yours, you could taste him. Mint, chocolate with a hint of coffee. Your heart beat erratically against your chest and your mind swirled, so many thoughts and emotions running through your veins you could hardly keep up. You didn’t know your hands were in his hair until you felt the dampness in his hair and the scent of rain clouded your better judgment.
You were conflicted, not wanting this to continue.
But still wanting his lips on yours.
Large, calloused hands ghost themselves over your side, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He was gentle, like you would tear if he was rougher.
And in his defense you probably would.
Marc’s hands got braver, ghosting over your waistband and your stomach. Never going any further than that, something that the last sensible part of you that wasn’t taken over by your lust hazed mind were thankful for.
This lasted for a while, him just caressing you while kissing you like you were everything.
And to him you were.
You knew better than to confuse this with actual tenderness and love, especially on your part. You knew what it was.
You were lonely.
Any form of physical, intimate touch would have you in a puddle in an instant. You felt the warm outline of hiim press against you once before you felt him pull away roughly, like he had to force himself to. He didn’t say anything as he walked over to the adjacent bathroom and closing the door, you stared up at your ceiling wondering if the tingle on your lips was real or if your mind and body had just played a major trick on you.
After a while you saw Marc come back and laid beside you, you immediately melted into his touch as he wrapped his arms around you.
“I’m sorry,” Marc apologized, “It was a rough night. ”
When you didn’t respond he just laid there, you could feel yourself start to drift off with him.
Your final thought before falling into the sweet arms of unconsciousness was how fucked it was that you wanted to kiss him again.
Exit Strategy (DARK! Moon Knight x Reader) the Knight and Pawn Series.
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This chapter is a bit shorter since I have to go somewhere early tomorrow and I didn’t have a lot of time to write today, but I’m trying to push one chapter a day as a challenge for me.
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You didn’t know how many days passed by since thatday.
You replayed that scene in your mind over and over again. The sickening crack, his final words to you, everything you could have done differently. You even made a list in your head.
You could have run faster.
You could have fought harder.
You could have gone in the middle of the night.
You could have loved him better.
You could have not loved him at all.
The last one was the one you always came back to. If it hadn’t been for you, had it not been for your love for him, Alec would be alive.
Alec would still be alive if it wasn’t for you.
You thought about his mom, his sister, his friends and family and all that would miss him and you hated yourself. Because if it wasn’t for you, they would still have Alec.
You were the cause of all of this.
So maybe this is what you deserved.
Every morning Marc would bring you breakfast, it was usually a blueberry bagel with cream cheese and fruit, usually accompanied with a cup of coffee. The first morning came and you didn’t touch it, same with lunch and dinner. Second day came with the same routine. When the third day came he practically forced the food down your throat, not caring if you protested against him. It was that day that you learned to eat the food he gave you, even if you would rather starve.
You hadn’t been out of the room since your arrival, but from what you knew, this wasn’t the flat in London that Steven or Marc owned. It was somewhere new, somewhere bigger and a lot less dingy. The room you were in had an adjacent bathroom and it was a decent size, marble counters and a clawfoot tub. You didn’t know how Marc could afford all of this when he was struggling to make ends meet before you parted ways.
Three knocks on the door resounded the quiet room, it was always three knocks before he entered in case you weren’t decent.
Not like he cared anyway.
When the dark haired man entered the room you immediately knew it wasn’t Marc, with his hair more unkempt and the soft sweater adorning him you knew instantly who he was.
Your Steven with a V.
“Steven?” You asked quietly in disbelief, you could see his eyes light up and a smile stretch his face. You slowly went up to him, looking in his eyes trying to see if it was one of Marc’s cruel jokes. But you saw no traces of the man who took everything you loved, and once you did the force of the hug you gave Steven nearly knocked the wind out of him. You cried into his chest, possibly ruining the soft sweater he was wearing.
“Not that I don’t want the hug sweetheart, but I don’t want to spill your breakfast.” Steven said as you let go of him, he set the breakfast tray down gently beside you before opening his arms again, beckoning you back into the embrace before, which you happily gave into. You stayed like that a while, sobs wracking your body as you breathed in the scent of his sweater. Which only made you sob harder.
Because Steven smelled like him.
Once you were so dehydrated that crying did not seem like a possibility anymore, you greedily gulped the water Steven gave you and bit into the piece of toast that came with your breakfast.
“So what’s the plan?” You asked, swallowing the bite of crunchy toast before downing it with water.
“What plan?” Steven asked as he gave you a cute confused look, one that you thought resembled that of a first grader.
“Theplan Steven,” You said, “the plan to get me out of here before Marc comes back.”
You weren’t anticipating the long pause that followed, Steven sighed as he gently took your hand in his, rubbing circles against your skin. His dark eyes bore into you something unlike him, borderline dark.
“There isn’t a plan sweetheart,” Steven said looking you in the eye, you weren’t sure if you were processing this correctly.
“What do you mean there isn’t a plan?” You asked, your voice shaking nervously. You heard him sigh again, his hands playing with yours. Something he did absentmindedly, without knowing he did.
“I mean there isn’t one,” Steven said, all at once it clicked and you withdrew your hand away from him as though he was on fire.
Steven wasn’t going to help you.
Steven was going to keep you.
“I thought you were better than him.”
“I am.”
“No you’re not,” you said, retracting yourself away from Steven, “you’re doing exactly what he’s doing.” You recoil away as Steven tries to touch you again.
“I’m not,” He defended, “we love you sweetheart, we always have. We tried keeping Marc away from you as best we could for those few years, but when news of your engagement reached us. We all agreed, Alec didn’t deserve you-”
“You’re right,” you said, “Alec didn’t deserve what I did to him.” You said, reciting the list in your head of all you could have done differently.
“We love you,” Steven repeated, “when you said you needed time away from Marc we agreed. Marc was in the wrong for what he did, but we didn’t think you were going to leave like that. That you were going to run off with some other good looking chap.”
“But I didn’t ‘run off’ with him.” You corrected, “I just fell in love with him.” You dropped to the ground, back against the wall and your knees to your chest. Your heart was breaking all over again with betrayal, this time from the one person you didn’t expect it from.
Your sweet Steven with a V.
You were unresponsive when Steven knelt to your height and enveloped you in a hug, you tried not to melt into his touch as he rubbed soothing circles against your back. You stayed like that for a minute or two before Steven let you go.
“We’ve got to go take care of a few things sweetheart,” he whispers as he gives the top of your head a kiss, “We’ll be back soon to give you some more clothes,” he gets up from the ground and to the door, and before he closes it he says goodbye.
“Laters Gators.”
And then suddenly you were alone again.
—
Night rolled in and you laid in bed, half asleep half awake, after spending the last year and a half with someone beside you every night, it was a hard adjustment to sleeping alone. You barely got a couple of hours in before you would wake up.
You weren’t sure what time it was, you assumed very early in the morning when you felt the bed dip beside you and a muscular arm wrap itself around your torso. You involuntarily tensed, giving away your lucid state.
“Go back to sleep starlight,” Marc whispered in your ear before placing a gentle kiss against your shoulder, “I won’t do anything funny without your permission.”
And with that you pretended to sleep until you felt him take slow, deep, and steady breaths in. You tried to move away only for his arm to hold you tighter against him still.
So whether or not you liked it, that’s where you stayed for the remainder of the night, embraced by the man who killed your fiance, and whether or not you liked it.
For the first time since he brought you there, you had a restful night’s sleep.
“Marc,” you laugh shouted, your curly haired friend just poked your sides and started to run away, beckoning you to follow suit. You both had graduated highschool two months prior and you both had saved up for this trip, away from the city and into a cabin. You realized how horror movie stupid that was but it didn’t matter, your guardians couldn’t care less about where you were and as for Marc, that smiling and goofy friend of yours, his couldn’t care either.
You ran through the woods, hoping over logs and moving rebel branches out of your way, green blurred past you as you tried to catch up with him. Finally you managed to reach him, out of breath and your lungs greedily inhaling the air it was deprived of. It was a creek with various kinds of stone surrounding it. Looking down you quickly searched for a flat rock, you actually managed to find something suitable soon. Its smooth flatness made it perfect for skipping. For a while that’s all you and Marc did, even made it into a competition to see who could get the most skips before just sitting there at the creek, watching it ripple and flow. It was calming, serene. You could feel his warmth seep through his hand in which he held yours. Neither of you said a word, you were just present. Secretly this was one of the things you came to love about Marc, you never needed to fill the air with conversation. He was content to just be once in a while.
It wasn’t until the sun began to set and stars became visible that Marc and you started heading back, your hands never leaving each other.
You finally made it back to the small cabin, it was all you and Marc could afford to rent for the week until you had to go back. The sun had set a while ago and you could see the night sky more clearly than in Chicago.
“Would you look at that Marc,” You said, pointing to all the stars and the moon in the sky, you smiled as you picked out a few constellations, not paying attention to the midnight eyes beside you, looking at you like you were the world, “You don’t see that in Chicago,” You mused, “it’s so beautiful.”
“Yeah,” Marc said, his eyes unwavering at you, “it is.”
You looked beside you and saw his eyes, something in them made you sad.
“What’s going on,” You asked as you gave his hand a squeeze, “Whatever it is you can tell me.”
Marc looked at his shoes before motioning you to sit next to him, you let go of his hand and sat yourself next to him in the old chair that came with the place.
“I’m leaving next month,” He said, “we won’t be seeing each other for a while and I’m scared.” This took you aback, you knew of Marc’s departure but he so rarely revealed what he was feeling, let alone fear.
“Can’t blame you.” You said, Marc shook his head.
“I’m not afraid of the violence,” He said, “I’ve seen a lot of that, I’m afraid that when we see each other again we won’t be this close anymore.”
You understood where he was coming from,
You had the same fears.
“Only you Marc Spector would be more afraid of silly ol’ me than the violence of combat.” You said lightly before putting your head on his shoulder, “I’m going to miss you everyday.” You said, “You’re my best friend, and I love you. And when you come back home to me, I’ll still be your best friend, and I’ll still love you. Much like how you’ll still be my best friend when you come back, just with a few adjustments. All I care about is that you come back, so promise me you’ll come back.”
“I can’t make promises I can’t keep”
“Make an exception,” you said, “just this once, just promise me you’ll come back.”
“Only if you promise that you’ll be waiting for me when I do.”
“I promise, pretty face.” You said, closing your eyes.
“I promise too, starlight.” Marc said, the steady rise and fall of your shoulders let him know you fell asleep, he took advantage of this to sneak a gentle kiss to your forehead, “I’d promise you anything.”
—
You don’t remember coming home, all you remember is hitting your soft sheets, Alec already sleeping and falling into one of the deepest sleeps of your life. Memories of yesterday flash through your mind and suddenly you are up. You didn’t bother dressing up, wearing the clothes you wore the day previous you raced to grab your shoes at the door.
You were damned if you let Marc bully you like this, keeping the people you loved as a sword hanging above your head. You spot your fiance at the stove, you admire him for a moment. Trying to burn the image of your silly, and beautiful alec dancing to abba’s dancing queen while cooking breakfast, illuminated by the morning light, into your mind forever. You wanted this to be the memory that stuck with you.
The moment so beautiful was short lived as Alec noticed the look on your face, one he often described as sorrowful. He placed the pan of eggs and raced toward you, cupping both of your cheeks with his hands.
“What’s wrong, lovely,” He asked, concerned, it took all of you not to bury yourself into his arms and weep. You had to be strong, for him you would be strong.
“I have to go back to the office,” You said, a half baked excuse, “I won’t be long, they just misplaced some files and I have the last duplicate on my desktop.” You kiss his hands before placing one on his lips, the sweet scent and taste of him almost relaxes you.
“But it’s your day off-”
“I promise I’ll be quick,” you said, “just stay here until I come back, promise me.”
“I’d promise you anything” You kissed his lips before replying.
“I love you.”
—
“So you have a request Agent?” Monica asked.
“Yes I do,” You confirmed, “you have close connections with the FBI and CIA correct?”
“Yes, where is this leading to?” “I need to place Alec Maximillion Hamilton in immediate, emergency witness protection program.” You said the urgency in your voice apparently. You could see Monica’s dark eyes widen in surprise.
“Why do I need to place your fiance in witness protection?”
“I just need you to trust me on this.” You urged, Monica studied you. Your fists were clenched, your forehead was sweating and your eyes were electrified. She knew exactly what was wrong with you.
You were afraid.
“Obviously there is something going on,” Monica said, “maybe if you told me I can help.”
“No,” You shook your head, “the less people know the better. I promise one day I’ll tell you if I have the chance. But as of right now, I just need those papers and protection.”
Over the course of the time Monica has met you, she knew when you were being serious, and afraid. Seeing both of those on your face at the same time however, was terrifying.
“I’ll call Jimmy Woo and pull some strings,” Monica said, “Go home to Alec, get him ready Jimmy will probably be around there by three.”
You reached over and thanked her profusely before setting an immediate beeline back home.
—
“SWORD just faxed me your new papers,” You said as you handed Alec his new passport, social security, as well as work documents, “What time is it now?”
“It’s almost seven.” Alec announced, meanwhile Jimmy was late. He called earlier and said something about car troubles.
“Ok Jimmy should be here at any moment,” You said, straightening the collar of his shirt, a simple act you cherished but won’t be able to do again. His hands envelop yours and forces you to look him in the eye.
“Come with me,” He said.
“I can’t,” You said, tears in your eyes, “I can’t, he’ll find me. The best I can do now is make sure he can’t find you.” He placed your forehead on yours and brought your hand to his chest, the thrumming of his heart calmed you, you tried to memorize the beat of it, searing it into your memory. The moment ended with a quick vibrate sound in your jeans. You took your phone out and a cold feeling enveloped you.
“RUN - JIM WOO”
“We have to go now!” You said not wasting a second before grabbing Alec’s hand and practically dragging him through the front door, car keys in hand. Taking your car was a risk but it was faster and Alec needed to get to a place of safety. Marc was already taking your life away, You weren’t about to let him take Alec as well.
You looked in the back mirror and saw a familiar armor of white, terror filled you.
“GET DOWN!” You shouted at Alec who complied immediately, You put the car in reverse and floored the gas pedal. You jolted from the force and a resounding thunk hit the car. You didn’t waste any time to change it to drive and got the hell out of dodge, once again the force jolted both you and Alec.
“Did you just hit Moon Knight with your car?”
“Yeah” You said, “we’ve got to get you to SWORD Headquarters or to the nearest bus leaving the city. Somewhere where you’ll be out of his reach.” You said as you broke almost all driving laws.
You were nearly at the SWORD Headquarters when you noticed people gather and take photo’s, gawking at something above. You took a quick glimpse and saw a blur of white, heading in the same direction as you.
“Shit,” You muttered before taking the sharp right onto a one way street, “change of plans, our only shot is a bus out of the city, Marc was following us to SWORD.” You swerved to avoid the oncoming vehicle, not caring about the blaring horn and the obvious middle finger aimed at you.
“Call the transportation department and ask when the next bus is leaving.”
—
Luckily the next bus was in fifteen minutes and was an almost empty bus, it was leaving for a round trip across state borders.
You got there, and before you could say anything Alec spoke.
“Two tickets on the bus going to New York.” Alec said, your eyes widened as he paid the lady at the desk before he dragged you to the loading site.
You were about to tell him how bad an idea it was when you saw the lights flicker. You could see Alec’s face harden as he looked behind you, without breathing you followed his gaze. A familiar white hooded figure with glowing eyes stalked you, Marc’s anger came off in waves as well as his bloodlust, You were about to yell at the driver to floor it when strong hands practically pushed you on the bus, You didn’t have time to react before Alec closed the doors on the bus.
“Alec what are you doing!” you exclaimed, “Alec! Open the door!” You pound your hands against the glass of the door, trying to get to Alec. You saw him shake his hand with a small smile, He placed his hands against yours, the barrier of the glass separating the two of you. Even though you couldn’t hear him, you saw him mouth something.
“I love you.”
You pounded harder on the door hoping to break the glass, but it wasn’t any use. The door opener was jammed, Alec turned away from you. His amber eyes hidden away from you as he walked to the white bandaged figure.
“ALEC!” you yelled, when Alec reached Marc it became silent. For one moment, the entire world ceased moving, ceased breathing. And then, within a single moment, Marc’s hands were around Alec’s head and just like that, with a sickening crack and twist Alec’s body crumpled to the ground. His neck bending at an odd angle and you saw those amber eyes you loved so much, how they caught the morning sun in them and shone brightly when looking at you, became lifeless. His eyes unblinking, dim as can be.
He was dead.
The heartbreaking screech that came out of you was unnatural. You sobbed and screamed at the top of your lungs. Finally the door opened, you immediately went to his side. You skid your knees as you held him, begging him.
You don’t exactly know when you blacked out, but when you woke up, Alec was gone and the familiar patter of London rain could be heard outside.
