#and then on a more serious note there’s the fact that Marc’s words are a (if you’ll forgive the pun) a double-edged sword | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

m00nsbaby · 10 months

Text

Do you want me (dead)?

Jake Lockley x F! Reader.

Tags & warnings. College AU, no mentions of Marc or Steven, explicit, +18, oral sex (m receiving), cum eating, no use of y/n.

Word count. 3.5k

Summary. He was childish. Unbearable.

It was as if he had a magnet to you, always bothering you, finding a way to ruin your day in some manner.

You were going to kill Jake Lockley at any moment.

You decided not to blame anyone else but yourself for your bad mood. It had been a conscious choice to only get two hours of sleep due to your sudden desire for a movie marathon by yourself.

You didn't have many friends; you exchanged words with a couple of people, if you were lucky. On any given day, you would arrive, attend class, and then spend the rest of your time alone somewhere else. So, on a Wednesday morning, you could afford to rest your arms on your desk and hide your face there, dozing off until the class started.

Or at least, that was the plan.

"Cariño." If you were a cat, that single word would have been enough to make your fur stand on end. You didn't even bother lifting your head to see who was by your side.

He cleared his throat louder. "Cariño."

When you raised your hand to show him your middle finger, he smiled satisfactorily. Jake was content with getting even a gram of your attention. There was a personal pleasure in getting under your skin, as if his day got 200 times better.

"Did you sleep well?" He was going to keep pushing until he got more from you. "I slept amazingly, actually. Last night, I found a video where..."

"I'm not interested, Lockley." You growled, finally raising your head.

"There she is." You wanted to wipe that cocky smile off his face with a punch. You could only hope that one day he would annoy the wrong person, and someone else would take care of the dirty work. "As beautiful as always."

"I hate you."

"Ouch, my heart." He placed a hand over his chest, still smiling.

"Go to..."

"Good morning, everyone!" You nibbled on your lower lip to avoid screaming over the professor about how much you wished a truck would run over Jake Lockley.

At least with this, you were free of him for the next three hours.

It wasn't long before a poorly folded note landed on your desk.

Hey :)

With your index finger, you pushed the note, letting it fall to the floor.

Heyyyyy!!!

The next one also landed on the floor.

Hey, hey, hey, hey

You caught a glimpse of what looked like a poorly drawn cat. Next paper to the floor.

You didn't even bother opening the next one.

"Professor?" Hearing him speak again made you lift your gaze, wondering what nonsense he would come up with this time. "We have a trash bin in the classroom for a reason, right?" As he said this, he pointed at you and then at the papers on the floor.

"No, no, no! I didn't..."

"You two again?" The professor pressed the bridge of his nose with his fingers as he sighed heavily. His gaze landed on you almost immediately. "Get out of my class."

"But..."

"Out." After a few seconds of silence, you realized he was serious, and you had no choice but to make as much noise as possible with your belongings while standing up.

"Go to hell, Lockley." You said loudly, eliciting a collective 'uhhh' from the group. If you were already in trouble, it was better to have a good reason.

"You're staying for..."

"Detention, yes, yes." You growled as you slammed the classroom door.

You could still feel Jake's gaze on you, along with his triumphant smile. You didn't cross paths with him for the rest of the day.

It seemed that the next day fate was on your side because there were no signs of life from him.

Classes passed as boring as ever, in fact, even more so now that you had no one to argue or talk with.

It was quieter without him around. Well, the good side was that you were finally free to go home.

You had no choice but to cross the edge of the football field to leave school. Both hands were in your pockets, and you had your earphones on. You were almost thanking God for getting through another day without Jake Lockley.

Almost.

At the last row of stands, there was someone. It wasn't uncommon, and you would have done your best to avoid them, except this time you recognized who it was even with his face hidden in his hands.

You rolled your eyes when you realized you couldn't even have a single day of peace.

Fortunately, not even the sound of footsteps caught his attention. In fact, it left you more intrigued how loudly he was breathing. Perhaps today was the day he finally crossed paths with the wrong person and got put in place.

You shrugged to yourself and kept walking, but your chest decided it didn't agree with you.

What if something had happened to him? Was he crying?

"Keep walking, keep walking, keep walking," you thought to yourself when your legs wouldn't move any further.

Ugh.

You retraced your steps.

"Are you okay?" It came out in a stronger tone than you would have liked.

When he lifted his head from his hands, your stomach churned. You always thought you'd enjoy the day someone finally gave Jake Lockley what he deserved, but this felt horrible.

He nodded silently when he realized it was you.

There was a cut along the bridge of his nose and another on his eyebrow. Blood was flowing from one of his nostrils and reached his lips, all on top of a black eye.

His response should have been enough for you to continue your way, but...

"You don't look good."

He laughed, not genuinely, but one of those laughs you give automatically when someone tries to cheer you up in the worst moments, even though you weren't joking.

"You should've seen the other guy." You didn't smile.

He was a jerk, even in this situation.

You hesitated a few seconds before making your decision. You took a seat next to him on the stands, close enough for your leg to brush against his.

You were silent for what felt like an eternity. Jake didn't even bother to look at you, but at least he wasn't hiding in his hands anymore; he was watching the field as if the grass were the most interesting thing on planet Earth.

"Can I see?" you whispered after a while.

"Huh?"

"Your face. Can I see?" He finally turned to you in silence, and you did the same, daring to look at him. If you noticed any hint of him about to give you that stupid smug grin he always had, you'd make him regret it even more.

But no. Those huge brown eyes were fixed on you as if he were a lost puppy.

You used your right hand to gently hold his chin, lifting his head slightly to search for any other injuries. Fortunately, there didn't seem to be more than what you noticed at first glance.

You pulled the sleeve of your sweater enough to cover part of your hand, which was such a light shade of pink it could pass for white, though you didn't care as you used the fabric to wipe away the blood running from his nose.

If only you had been aware of how Jake's heart was racing.

You licked the fabric slightly to dampen it when you noticed the blood had started to dry.

"Is this why you didn't go to class?" You tried to fill the silence that was starting to make you nervous.

He nodded without saying anything more. You never thought you'd wish to hear his annoying voice.

"Was it a fight?" Another nod. Well, knowing there was no one else bothering him was enough to give you some relief. You kept cleaning. Under his nose and upper lip. The wounds looked less dramatic without so much blood.

"Done."

He licked his lips, cleaning off any remaining blood. You adjusted your backpack on your shoulder when you finally stood up.

"It's late, Jake. Go home." you whispered. You didn't care if it seemed like you were talking to yourself. You didn't wait for a response before walking away, or at least taking two steps before his voice stopped you.

"Hey." You spun on your own feet to look at him. "Thanks, cariño."

You smiled; you couldn't have stopped it even if you wanted to.

"See you tomorrow." It was the last thing you said before continuing to walk.

And yes, you did see him the next day, against your will.

The following days were torturous for both him and you, as Jake set out to annoy you in new ways.

He asked you at least 4 times if you would spend some time with him after school, like a date or in any situation. He simply took your concern for him as a way of saying, "Maybe I don't hate you as much as you think."

You were on the verge of exploding.

You were tangling the cable of your laptop when you noticed a silhouette in front of you. You didn't have to look up to know who it was.

It was just the two of you in the classroom now that everyone had left.

"What do you want, Lockley?" You didn't look up as you packed your charger into your backpack.

"I want to know if we can hang out after school," his tone was firm, more than usual.

"I already told you, Jake, in how many languages do you want me to say it? Fortunately, it's the same in Spanish or I doubt you'd understand," you were not in the mood, not today, not now, and especially not after having rejected his invitations several times before.

"I just want to buy you an ice cream, cariño. Or do you prefer a smoothie? A frappe?" The poor guy was desperate.

"I don't want anything." You finally turned to face him with a frown, adjusting your backpack on your shoulder.

"¿Por qué tienes que portarte como una idiota conmigo?"

"I understood it, you enormous jerk!" Your voice rose almost immediately as you pushed his chest to keep him away. "We're not friends, Jake, we're nothing. I can't stand you, and you can't stand me either. What happened the other day was just some human empathy."

Your index finger kept hitting his chest again and again as you spoke, your frown remained deep.

In Jake's eyes, you looked nothing more than an annoyed kitten, hissing when someone gets too close.

"So leave me alone, seriously, because I swear if you keep this up, I'm going to..." You couldn't continue speaking because his lips were on yours, devouring them like a starving man.

Your eyes opened in surprise just seconds before you succumbed to his delicious taste of mint and cigarettes. Your hands slowly traveled up his chest until they reached his shoulders, which you held onto when your legs weakened.

It wasn't fair that he was such a good kisser.

He moved forward slowly, guiding you until your body was pressed against one of the walls of the classroom. His hands were hooked onto your waist as if you were going to run away at any moment.

You had no intention of doing that; your mind was genuinely somewhere else. However, after eliciting a delicious moan from the guy in front of you by biting his lower lip, your thoughts were momentarily disrupted.

"Please, hermosa." he whispered with a husky voice as his kisses trailed down your chin. "Please, just one date."

You couldn't hate him more. How could he do this to you?

Your eyes were closed as you tilted your head to the side, guiding Jake to your neck. You nodded without saying anything.

A moan escaped your lips when you felt him bite your skin, sucking with enough force to leave a mark.

"Fuck, Lockley," you whispered with heavy breaths as he pulled away from your neck. That stupid cocky smile. Ugh.

"Then I'll see you this afternoon." You hated him. Really, you hated him, just as much as you hated his ridiculous and soft lips now coated with your strawberry-flavored lip gloss.

"Fine." You wished your mouth had expressed what you felt, but your body was acting faster than you."

He picked you up in his car, and you would have preferred to jump out of it while it was still moving than admit that there was something about being in Jake Lockley's car that made you feel... special, especially after hearing him call it 'baby' more than once.

The car smelled like leather, cigarettes, and his cologne.

"You look beautiful." You rolled your eyes with a smile as he got in on the opposite side of the car.

"Thanks, Jake." If you were going to spend so many hours together, the least you could do was try to make it tolerable for both of you. However, you remained on guard for any stupid remarks that might come out of his mouth.

"So, ice cream?"

"I love the vanilla ice cream from McDonald's."

"McDonald's it is, then."

Was it because it was him, or were you just easily impressed to feel delighted with an invitation for a one-dollar ice cream?

"Are you going to tell me why you got beaten up the other day?"

"I didn't get beaten up." He rolled his eyes as he placed a hand on your seat to look back, reversing the car.

Oh, that was...

Oh.

"Well." You imitated his disgusted gesture. "Why did they fight you then?"

"It was over something stupid. Can we talk about something else?"

"And what could you and I talk about?"

"About school?"

"Boring." When he stopped at the drive-thru, you remained silent, smiling.

"Two vanilla ice creams, and... do you want something else?" Was this what it felt like to be the passenger princess?

"Fries."

"And some fries."

"Have you ever eaten fries with ice cream?" You asked as he drove forward to receive his ridiculously small order.

"Together? No." He frowned as he looked in his wallet for the exact 3 dollars to pay the girl at the window. "That's disgusting."

Receiving your ice cream made you confirm that this was what it felt like to be a passenger princess.

"Or maybe you just have terrible taste." You also received the fries.

You would have never imagined that Jake Lockley's idea of a date was sitting in his car, chatting and eating fast food, but you weren't complaining. He was doing an excellent job of making you feel comfortable.

You didn't even notice when the sun set, and the McDonald's parking lot emptied, leaving just the two of you.

"Jake? They'll worry at home, it’s late."

"Sorry, cariño! I didn't even notice." He quickly started the car, and you laughed because you would have never imagined that a guy like him would care about what your parents might say.

You sighed heavily as you got back into your seat. If only the day lasted longer.

And if only the way home was longer.

He opened the door for you just as he did when you got in, and you smiled in thanks. You turned on your heels to face him after stepping onto the sidewalk; you needed the extra inches to be able to look him in the eyes.

"Thanks for driving me," you whispered as he took a step closer to you.

"You're welcome, cariño."

"And thanks for the ice cream."

"You're welcome, cariño." he repeated, trying not to laugh.

"And the fries." His hands found your waist as he pulled you closer, keeping you on the edge of the curb.

"You're welcome, cariño." He finally laughed before leaning in just enough to leave a chaste kiss on your lips.

"See you tomorrow." Another kiss, short and gentle.

Both of you went to bed with the most ridiculous smiles on your faces.

You were looking around nervously, feeling a pit in your stomach at the mere idea of running into Jake. How should you approach him this time? Did you want to deal with the curious stares from your classmates?

Well, you didn't have to look for an answer because a hand pulling your arm took you out of your reverie. Before you could react, you found yourself locked inside the janitor's closet, and once again, you were about to kill Jake Lockley.

"Jake... What the fuck?" You said with almost disappointment. Just when you thought he couldn't annoy you any more.

There was no response from him. The only thing you got from him was the most desperate kiss you had ever received. His tongue was exploring every inch of you while you tried not to knock over the stack of mops and brooms next to you.

"I missed you," was all he could say between kisses. You wondered if he had always been this intense or if it was his strange fixation on you.

You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath, looking at him. Bright brown eyes, flushed cheeks, and lips now pink from kissing you.

Maybe you didn't hate him as much as you had sworn.

"Can you lock the door?" you whispered, looking at him with your lower lip between your teeth. Maybe it would be fair to give back some of the mistreatment you've put him through lately, while he looks at you with so much admiration.

Maybe he deserved it.

He stretched out a hand to obey you, when the 'click' resounded in the small closet, your hands immediately went to his jeans, you unbuttoned them without looking away.

“¿C-cariño?"

"Shhh, do you want to get caught?" You questioned with a smile that nearly made Jake faint.

You pulled his jeans down enough to free his erection, still covered by his boxers. You gathered saliva in your mouth before running your tongue along it to moisten his underwear, all without taking your eyes off of his.

He exhaled heavily causing a smile in you. You licked over the top of the cloth again a few times before slowly lowering his boxers.

You swallowed when his cock was in front of your face.

"What is it, hermosa?" He questioned with a mocking smile when he noticed the surprise in your expression.

"Shut up." You rolled your eyes as you spit into your hand to hold it. You licked its entire length again from base to tip.

You aligned it to your mouth with your hand while your lips were in charge of leaving wet kisses on the head, not caring that your lips were being stained with pre-cum.

"Hermosa." Jake repeated, his voice shaking. You already knew what he wanted but your habit of bothering him was always present in you.

"Yes, Jakey?"

"Please."

"Please, what?" You looked up at him as you traced little circles on his slit.

“Put it in your mouth. Please please please".

“You are adorable when you ask properly.” You gave a small laugh before obeying him. You took a deep breath in through your nose and you pushed it into your mouth in one movement, to the point where you felt it hitting your throat.

“Carajo.” He whispered breathlessly and finally placed a hand in your hair. He held a few strands in his fist and pushed you further against him, to the point where your nose collided with his abdomen.

You'd have to fix your makeup when you got out of there.

And although your eyes began to water, you didn't move away or make any fight to push him, first dead before letting yourself lose. After a few seconds he released you, letting you take a breath and sniff.

"Do you want to kill me?" You whispered laughing as you licked your lips.

"It seems to me that you are the one who wants to kill me, hermosa." His fingers squeezed your chin before pulling you back against his erection.

It didn't take long for you to open your lips for him, taking his entire member into your mouth for the second time.

Your gaze was still fixed on him.

"Are you going to swallow it all, mi amor?" With teary eyes you nodded, your hands resting on his thighs. "Buena chica."

Both hands went to your hair to keep you still. You obeyed and opened your mouth wide for him, even sticking your tongue out from under his cock so he could move freely.

He thrusted into your mouth without an ounce of mercy, you could feel your saliva run down your chin to your neck. When his movements became more frantic you knew he was getting closer.

The heat in his lower abdomen had him covering his mouth with one hand trying not to make any more noise.

One more hard thrust and Jake came. His hot cum ran down your throat as there wasn't enough room in your mouth to keep it there, it shot straight for you to swallow.

"Are you okay?" You questioned with a smirk as you wiped your chin with the back of your hand.

"Better than okay, cariño."

Hey :)

A note appeared on your desk, making you roll your eyes before laughing softly. You uncapped your pink pen to write underneath the horrible handwriting.

Hi! ♡

You filled in the heart before placing the paper on Jake's desk. You even winked at him when he looked surprised to receive a response.

Vanilla ice cream after classes?

And fries too? :)

446 notes · View notes

eyelessfaces · 1 year

Text

drenched flowers

marc spector x reader

summary: you and marc had a serious fight and have been avoiding each other since. the tension is hard to handle for everyone, and your only wish is to make things right again between you and marc, only he strictly refuses to front...

warnings: angst, allusions to fighting obviously, i think that's it but please tell me if you can think of anything else while reading?

tags: gn!reader, hurt/comfort, it ends well I promise, fluff, marc being his grumpy and angsty and emo self, steven and jake are here too for emotional support

word count: 2.2k

reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated!!

Jake had yelled at him to confront you so the situation could get better; Steven had begged him to apologize because he saw how affected you were, but all Marc could do for now was to frown in disgruntlement and put a towel over the mirror to prevent himself from smashing it.

Not seeing them anymore didn’t change much as the two men still kept on ranting, but somehow it gave Marc the impression of having more control over the situation.

At least that was what he thought.

The resonating sound of the front door closing quickly left him to let Steven be in charge of the body for your return, to avoid heavy gazes and deafening silences in the flat.

It had been like this for a little more than a week.

This freezing, uncomfortable atmosphere everytime Marc fronted – which he rarely did lately for those reasons –, with the both of you avoiding your presences and throwing snarky remarks at each other every time you really had to talk. You couldn’t say this was enjoyable, In fact this was a pain for everyone, including Steven and Jake, and you knew that this whole situation caused them to fight too.

Steven exited the bathroom, sighing loudly now that Marc gave up on fronting.

He and Jake had found common ground in trying to convince Marc to apologize, but Marc was stubborn and headstrong so this was a lost cause.

Steven looked up and smiled at you when he noticed you were there.

“Hey love” he huffed out with a smile, walking to you to help with the bags of groceries. “How was your day?” he asked as he walked to the kitchen, putting the bags on the island. You followed him and offered him a sigh before answering his question.

“Really meh. Could have been better” you said while unloading the bags and putting away their content. “People at work were rude and people at the store were standing right in front of what I wanted to pick. Each time”

He chuckled in response and turned to stand in front of you.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll take care of the bags, go take care of yourself” he smiled before kissing your forehead.

“Thank you Steven. And you, did you have a good day? What had you sighing when I arrived?” you asked, smoothing the collar of his shirt.

“Oh, that? Had a little chat with the gentlemen. Didn’t go so well” he declared as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You nodded, pressing your lips together skeptically, noting that you weren’t the only one having trouble talking to Marc. You closed your eyes and hugged Steven tight.

The only good thing about your fight with Marc was that the affection you didn’t give to Marc, you gave to Steven and Jake.

Sadly.

—

Steven whistled softly as he beelined to the bedroom area with two hot chocolates in hands. You telling him you had a bad day always resulted in this and cuddles, and usually never failed to make you feel better.

But Steven understood the situation was worse than that when he noticed you were curled up on your side, wiping away warm tears running down your face.

“Steven.” Jake called out. Steven caught his alter’s glare in the full length mirror, an empathetic expression on his reflection. “Let me take care of that”

Steven surrendered the body to Jake without a word nor a question, and Jake walked around the bed to put down the cups on the bedside table before snuggling up behind you.

He pressed his chest against your back and snaked his arms around your waist before brushing away the hair sticking to your face because of the tears, and nuzzled the back of your neck.

“Jake” you breathed out in a barely audible sound.

The tight grip around you made you notice the change.

Jake shifted and left a kiss on your damp cheek. “I’m here, amor” he whispered. “I got you.”

You sighed and interlaced your fingers with his.

You both stayed here in silence, Jake softly caressing your stomach and kissing your shoulder from time to time while you tried to calm down and stop crying. The silence was somehow comforting and cathartic, even though you would rather have Jake have a normal evening rather than having to bear with you and your feelings.

“I miss him.” you muttered under your breath after a while. “I miss Marc”

Jake hesitated before talking, not sure of what he should say to try to make you feel better.

“I know, I’m sorry honey” he said as he blinked tiredly, hearing Marc sigh softly. “He won’t tell us anything but I’m pretty sure he misses you too.” he declared sternly as he caught Marc’s remorseful and shameful face in the reflection of the fish tank. “I’m sure he does.” he said as his brows furrowed at Marc and his hold tightened around you.

Marc’s shoulders slouched under the weight of guilt and the man couldn’t feel anything except utter frustration.

—

When you woke up the next morning they were gone. The spot next to you in the bed was cold as if a ghost was laying there and the flat was dead silent.

The only sound present was the rain pouring in the streets of London, raindrops quickly running down the windows considering how violent the precipitation was.

You sat up straight, pushing the covers away from your body.

This wasn’t normal.

Steven wasn’t supposed to be at the museum today, Jake wasn’t supposed to drive around today, and both of them would have told you if Marc was supposed to go on a mission for Khonshu.

The freezing temperature and that feeling of worry lodged deep inside of you made you shiver, urging you to put on one of Marc’s hoodies; the only proximity you could get from him from these past days.

You wandered around the flat, looking for any sign that they were here, but there were none.

You tried to be rational, you tried not panicking, so you ran to take your phone and call them.

He stepped into the flat, soaked from the rain. The previously slicked back curls were now falling in front of his face, thick drops of water falling on the old wooden floor.

He sighed as he watched the drenched flowers in his hand, petals falling down in a depressing way as they had been hammered by the rain.

Even buying you flowers he couldn’t do right, he thought.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the creak of the front door. You urged yourself to the entry, and let out a sigh of relief at the sight of your boyfriend back home.

“You’re here– Aw Jake” you cooed – almost out of breath from nearly freaking out – at the sight of the bouquet of flowers.

The man in front of you cleared his throat and pinched his lips in a signature awkward smile and you knew.

“Oh”

Marc adjusted his position of his feet and held out the bouquet to you.

“I, uh–” he paused and sighed. “You know I’m better with actions than with words, but I still need to tell you that I’m sorry.” he affirmed weakly, voice barely audible.

You walked up to him and took the flowers.

They looked beaten up, tired, but still beautiful.

“It started raining as soon as I left the flower shop, sorry… For that and for everything else.” Marc muttered under his breath.

You looked up at him and observed his pained expression.

Marc looked just like the flowers. Beaten up, tired, but still beautiful.

“...Marc” you huffed out, shaking your head.

“I’m really sorry. I mean it. I’m an asshole” he said nodding.

He was angry at himself, and he was sad, but he was first of all sorry.

He was sorry because he didn’t mean those words to slip out, sorry because he thought he couldn’t be the boyfriend you deserved to have, sorry because all of this should have never happened.

“They’re alright” you smiled, looking back at the flowers. “I think I like them more that way.”

“You don’t have to–”

“I mean it.” you cut him off, still staring at the flowers. There was something poetic about them being crushed by the rain.

“I hate pretending not to care about you.” he let out abruptly. You looked back at him, and raised your eyebrows. “I can’t stand it.” he declared, the inner corner of his brows angled up, attesting of his vulnerability.

You sighed as a shiver ran up your spine and tears started to threaten your eyes.

“Marc–” you started.

“You know I love you, right?” he cut you off, chasing your gaze.

You let out a shudder, quickly looking away from him because you knew you would start crying if you kept on looking at his face.

You looked at the rain-painted thin windows and nodded.

“I know”

Your voice resonated through the apartment, as if it was an abandoned building.

The wood floors creaked under Marc’s feet as he took a step towards you, and you let the bouquet of flowers fall to the floor, a barely audible sound compared to the sigh of relief you let out when you crashed into Marc’s arms.

“Fucking hell, you’re a pain in the ass, Marc Spector” you groaned against his chest, and he let out a sigh of relief and chuckle.

“I know, I’m sorry” he replied almost too seriously, wrapping his arms around you too. “I’m sorry” he repeated, and you dug your nails into his damp jacket, holding him tighter.

You stayed like this for a while, a few tears unwillingly running down your cheeks, just appreciating each other's presence and the relaxing feeling of being able to be in the same room without fighting.

Being able to hold him close and to finally get that proximity you had been missing and craving felt reviving.

“Baby get off me, you’re gonna catch a cold” he advised.

“Damn, not even two minutes since we made peace and you already don’t want me anymore” you joked, quickly pecking his lips before reluctantly pulling away from his drenched clothes.

He chuckled as he took off his jacket and put it over the radiator, watching as you picked up the bouquet of flowers from the floor.

“Those flowers were expensive” he grumbled, pushing away the curls falling over his forehead.

“It’s okay. I don’t need flowers to forgive you, Marc” you declared as you went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and put the flowers in it. You didn’t need those flowers to forgive him, but your heart still ached positively at the action. He was worried about their depressing state, but you couldn’t care less; they were flowers and no matter how they looked they remained flowers: beautiful and significant.

A small smile formed on his face, and he quickly kicked his shoes off to go and change into dry clothes.

You came back to him, slouching down on the bed as he thoroughly searched through the drawers of clothes.

He let out a grunt of frustration. “Where’s my–”

“Hey” you called.

“–Hoodie” he continued as he turned to you, rolling his eyes when he realized you were wearing it. He crashed next to you on the bed and you laughed. “Thief” he mumbled under his breath, laying his head over your stomach.

“Don’t be dramatic” you teased him as you covered your hand with the sleeve of his hoodie, ruffling his wet hair with it. “Want it back?”

“No that’s okay, my shirt’s not actually that wet” he said as he looked up at you. “And you somehow happen to look good with it, so…”

“‘Somehow happen?’ asshole” you laughed as you sat up to tickle his ribs, causing him to wriggle and writhe under your touch.

“Sto– Stop this!” he laughed, out of breath. You giggled and freed him of your tickles, laying back down on the bed. “You don’t want me to piss my pants on this bed” he affirmed.

“I don’t want you to piss your pants period.” you chuckled, and he shifted to plant his elbow right next to your face. He stared at you for a second, observing your face carefully.

“I love you” he whispered, stroking your cheek with the back of his other hand.

“Marc you can’t tell me you love me right after we talk about piss” you frowned, and he smiled softly.

“Oh yeah can’t I?” he asked teasingly, cocking an eyebrow.

“Let’s just say it’s not the most romantic thing.”

“Jake says anything can be romantic,” he shrugged.

“Jake is fucking delusional” you huffed out with a laugh.

“Steven agrees”

You bowed your head. “Thank you for being a reasonable man Steven.” you laughed, mirroring Marc’s action and planting your elbow into the mattress and holding your face with your hand too. “That being said, I love you too.” you grinned. “I missed you” you continued, brushing back the humid curls at the side of his face.

“I missed you too” he muttered. “I regret what I’ve said and done.”

“I do too. We’ll be okay.” you promised, pushing him to lay against his chest. He caged you with his arms, burying his face into your hair.

“I think we’ll be.” he whispered, closing his eyes. “I’m sure we’ll be.”

—

reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated!!

moon knight taglist: @apollo-enthusiast @scarabgrant @lockleysgrl @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missmarmaladeth @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @beccabecs521 @wibblywobblytimesindeed

2K notes · View notes

sweetercalypso · 11 months

Text

Mercenary || Marc Spector

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: while on an undercover mission, Marc suspects he’s been recognized. In hopes of protecting his disguise, he’s forced to get creative.

Notes: no major warnings; kissing, cursing, and vague mentions of alcohol. Canon? Don’t know her. Pre-Moon-Knight Marc with no mentions of Khonshu or alters. No reader pronouns.

“Darling, there you are!”

You turn at the sound of a nearby voice, surprised to see a man standing just out of reach with his attention and his arms outstretched in your direction.

The touch of his hand against your shoulder sends chills down your spine as you look over the stranger with mannered scrutiny. The evening had been overwhelmed with small talk and cordial chatter, yet the dark eyes staring back at you were an unfamiliar sight.

“I’m sorry, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Your soft reply is barely audible over the melodic string music traveling through the busy ballroom.

The man furrows his brow slightly before wiping the uncertainty from his features. His broad shoulders pull back and he gives a small grin. His charcoal grey suit and black oxfords don’t offer much significance amongst the sea of champagne socialites in attendance, but his mused hair and the yellowing bruise over his jaw are enough to tell you that he’s a character out of place.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he laughs airily. His hand drops slowly from your shoulder, travelling down your arm before he waves over a nearby waiter and grabs two glasses from the tray of tawny bubbling spirits.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” you say, accepting the drink with a gracious smile.

“No,” he clinks his glass against yours. “I would’ve remembered meeting you.”

Raising the glass to your painted lips, you take a moment to study the man in front of you. He doesn’t seem impressed by the room’s ornate décor, nor is he drawn to the sea of lively barons and their engrossed coterie.

Instead, he seems to count the expanse of windows across every wall, eyes jumping over each exit like he’s planning an escape. His presence draws no attention, and he doesn’t acknowledge partygoers as they waltz by. It seems, in fact, that this man is a stranger to more than just your company.

“So,” you drawl, startling the stillness that had settled around the two of you. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m having a lovely evening with a beautiful stranger.”

“Right.” You nod curtly, not missing the glint of mischief in his eye. “But what, exactly, brings you here this evening?”

You lean in closely, eyes locking onto his to gauge his reaction. “You look like a man on a mission.”

His face morphs into a look of surprise. He mulls over your words for a minute, surely weighing his options in his mind. Finally, he sighs, a sly grin creeping over his features.

“You caught me.”

Your eyes widen at his unexpected response, realizing that you were right about this rogue stranger. Thoughts of peril and unknown dangers flash in your mind like a silent alarm, but a small voice insists that he’s no threat to you.

“I’m here on business,” he begins, eyes flickering over the oblivious crowd gathered just out of earshot. “I got close to my mark earlier, but the guards got suspicious. I just need to blend in until the party’s over.”

You nod absently, giving thought to what he’d said. “So, you’re here to kill someone?”

“Not today,” he quips with a click of his tongue. “Too much of a mess.”

Nervous laughter spills from your lips. You fight to contain your sudden reaction, but it’s too much to keep from overflowing. This stranger – charming and entertaining as he may be – is dangerous, and his presence is surely no laughing matter.

Taking a moment to quiet your composure, you miss the way the man’s eyes flicker once – twice – over your shoulder when he notices a group of tall, serious-looking men moving steadily in your direction. His jaw tightens and he quickly ducks his head, deflating the humor from your lungs in an instant.

“Is everything alright?” You ask, tilting your head to meet his downcast gaze.

The man shakes his head stiffly and takes another survey of the room, searching for a way to make an escape. He spots the thicket of slow dancers in front of the orchestra and he’s quick in forming a plan.

“Dance with me.”

“What?” You blink at him with wide eyes, not sure what to think of his sudden request.

“I think I’ve been spotted and I need to hide my face. Dance with me. Please.”

A short nod is enough of an answer for the raven-haired man. He slips the half-empty champagne flute from your grasp, abandoning your drinks on a nearby table in favor of leading you towards the dance floor across the room. The two of you weave wordlessly through the throng of duos until the rest of the room is lost beyond the intimate sway of the masses.

He stops once he’s sure he’s out of sight, jaw tensing like he’s deep in thought. His hand guides yours to rest softly on his shoulder while his other palms aptly at your hip.

“M’not much of a dancer,” he says quietly, almost apologetic in the way his feet immediately begin to stumble into yours.

The corners of your mouth tick upwards as you fight back a grin. With each ungainly step he takes in creating a clumsy waltz, you begin to see more of the humble man behind the disguise.

“That’s alright,” you assure him with a smile. “I’ll lead.”

You plant your feet as confidently as you can manage and use your hold on his shoulder to push and pull him along with your strides.

One foot leads the other and the two of you fall into a fluid, measured step. Before long, you’re moving in a comfortable sway like familiar friends or devoted partners.

“Are they looking for me?” He asks lowly once you’re turned in the right direction to see the party over his shoulder.

Two gruff men in plain black suits roam through the crowd on either side of the room, slowly taking count of each person in attendance.

You suck in a deep breath as one glances in your direction, almost as if he knows he’s being watched.

“Yeah,” you reply in a whisper, nodding your head as subtly as you can. “I see at least four, and they’re heading this way.”

“Shit,” he curses under his breath. “I was trying to avoid making a scene.”

The situation calls for action, but you’re unable to think of any way to help the man beyond what you’ve done thus far. You’re not a spy, or anything else of importance that might’ve granted you the skills to aid in this affair.

Just as one of the guards begins to part through the dancing couples, a wave of panic washes over you. In an act of instinct, rather than tactic, you lean in and press your lips to his, placing a hand on the stranger’s cheek in order to hide his face.

He’s still for a moment before he reacts and wraps his arm around you in a tight embrace. His mouth moves against yours skillfully, eagerly, like this impromptu kiss was planned all along.

The guard is long gone by the time you pull away, breathless and wide-eyed at the realization of what you’d done.

“I’m so sorry-” you drop your hands from his face, taking a step back to put a respectable distance between the two of you. “I don’t know what came over me. I saw the guard coming and-”

“Thank you,” he interrupts your nervous apology with a grateful smile.

“I have to go while they’re still busy looking for me, but really, you’ve been a great help.”

He’s turning to leave before you can think to stop him, disappearing into the crowd without so much as a hint as to who he is or where he’s going next. The mystery of the evening remains unsolved, much to your displeasure.

“Wait.”

You’re pushing through the crowd to follow after him, careless of the odd glances you receive from demure guests in your wake.

When you’re close enough to touch him, you call out another “wait!”, grabbing his wrist to keep from losing him in the crowd.

You’re almost upset with him for leaving so feebly, although you’d never admit it out loud. The thrill of the evening had sparked something inside of you, and the spontaneous kiss had only left you wanting more. But now that the adventure is dying down, you’re beginning to lose your confidence.

When you realize he’s waiting for you to speak, you’re suddenly at a loss for words. The need for excitement has grown cold, fizzling out until you’re left with a dreadful pit in the bottom of your stomach.

“I, uh- I didn’t get your name.”

It’s an anticlimactic end to your meeting, but it’s all you can think to say in the moment.

He flashes a smile that reminds you of when you’d first met. No longer faced with the threat of guards closing in, the man’s cool composure has been restored. With a familiar sly expression, he offers only a fleeting response before he’s whisked away:

“Don’t worry – I’m sure we’ll meet again.”

#calypso writes #Moon Knight #Marc Spector #marc spector fluff #marc spector x reader #marc spector drabble #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader #moon knight one shot #moon knight fluff #marc x reader #moon knight x gender neutral reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader

228 notes · View notes

xmalereader · 2 years

Text

Steven Grant x Male Reader x Marc Spector

|| Masterlist ||

Authors Note: Another short story about the sugar daddy AU, sorry if I keep writing these I just fell in love with the series I wrote and had to write some more side stories.

Summary: Steven finally tells reader about Marc after a few months into their relationship, no longer wanting to keep his alter a secret from the person they love and care.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of kissing, Marc had a crush, mentions of DID, money, dates, first time meeting.

Word count: 1.4K

—

Steven had never been in a serious and long term relationship with anyone, too afraid an anxious to start a relationship with anyone, afraid of dreaming then out if they were to find out about Marc and their situation, worried that they would grow afraid or cautious around him and perhaps change the way they feel about him.

He’d always casted those feelings aside and didn't allow it to get in the way, but after getting in a serious relationship with a multi millionaire who cared deeply about him and actually loved him for him, frightened Steven. He’s grown used to having Marc, the two talking with each other every morning and giving each other turns to front and their were times where they were almost caught by Y/n whenever he greeted them or whenever he stayed at Stevens place for the night. Steven was suppose to be careful but as he continued to keep it hidden from the person he loved it made things worse. Afraid that he’d lose someone important to him and start back to square one if he were to say anything.

Steven had stayed the night at Y/n’s place, the two sharing the bed and Steven helping Y/n with finding curtain artifacts that he could add into the museum or any other busy he had. Steven enjoyed his time with Y/n that he began to think about telling him about Marc, getting out of bed the next morning and pacing around the living space while Anpu lied by the back door, watching Steven pace back and forth as he rambled and mumbled to Marc.

“What if he gets scared? Or perhaps changes his mind about us and forced me to leave?! Oh god…” Steven groans out, head falling into his hands as he shakes his head.

“Steven, y/n has been an understanding guy since the beginning, he won’t judge and if he doesn’t feel comfortable about us and if leaving is what needs to be done then we have no choice but to leave.” Marc reasoned with Steven, knowing that his words wouldn’t help Stevens panic but had to be honest and truthful to him and letting him know that anything could happen.

“Just talk to him and let him know.” Marc said again as Steven stares at his reflection in the mirror, watch Marc shrug his shoulders and giving him a sad smile. Marc had never seen Steven so happy with someone else and it will break his heart if he is to be rejected by the person he loved. “Whatever happens, happens.” He reminds Steven before hearing the sound of tapping shoes coming down the stairs.

That day Steven finds the courage to tell Y/n about Marc and how he shared the same body with someone else, he told him all about it and expected the other man to panic and leave him on the spot or to kick him out of the house but instead, Y/n showers him with love and pulls him into a hug, glad that Steven was able to tell him this. He also grows cautious, not wanting to make Marc uncomfortable by the constant touching only for Steven to reassure him that Marc didn’t mind his presences nor his feelings. Steven had wanted Marc to introduce himself but Marc refused to do so, not today, perhaps another time.

After Steven had told Y/n he felt lighter and Y/n didn’t treat him any different, learning more about his childhood and the cause of Stevens existence, Y/n had only held Steven that day as he kissed him passionately and full of love. The two continued on with their lives, y/n running his business and Steven working at the British museum as a tour guide where he took the chance to explain and give many facts to those visiting the place.

It was two weeks later when Marc made a first appearance, fronting for the day while Steven slept, taking the opportunity to try and make something for breakfast. They’ve stayed over at Y/n’s place again, growing used to visiting, Steven had begun to leave small essentials here and there around the large house, leaving a toothbrush or some clothes in the bedroom in case he continued to stay over. Marc wouldn’t be surprised if Y/n asked them to move in, he wouldn’t hesitate to do so.

He was quietly moving around the kitchen since the millionaire still slept upstairs in his bedroom. Marc had grown used to waking up in the man’s arms, face turning red as he escaped from his hold each night. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed but that he wasn’t used to such feeling, after what happened with Layla he didn’t expect Steven to find someone that Marc would also slowly fall for, but, of course, Marc remained his distant and didn’t want to get in the way of Stevens relationship. Instead he continued on with his own life and tasks, doing what he can to make sure that Steven remains happy.

“Marc, right?”

Marc is startled, nearly spilling the carton of milk but is quick to hold it up and set it aside when he looks up to see Y/n leaning against the wall with arms crossed over his chest. His hair is messy and eyes showing a hint of tiredness. “How did you—?”

“Your posture, the way you walk and hold yourself doesn’t show that it’s Steven along with the accent too.” Y/n blurts out, pushing himself off the wall and approaching Marc carefully and still leaving some space between them. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” He gives Marc a kind smile, the same smile that he gives to Steven every morning in bed before pulling him into a morning kiss. Marc had grown used to that smile everyday.

“Likewise.” Marc clears his throat. “Didn’t mean to wake you, Stevens still asleep in case you are wondering.”

“No, I figured he’d be asleep somewhere in there…I Just wanted to meet you properly and to apologize if I’ve ever done anything to make you uncomfortable if you ever fronted without my notice.” He’s quick to say as Marc shook his head. “No, it’s alright. Stevens happy and I like that for him, you’ve done nothing but make us comfortable and treat him well.”

“Thank you.” Y/n returns the soft smile. “If I ever do anything or step out of mine don’t be afraid to let me know, along with Steven—I don’t want to get him upset or do something he doesn’t like.”

Marc can only laugh, focusing back on his task. “Steven could never get upset with you, the first time he met you he was overwhelmed along with the whole money issue but after some time he figured out his feelings and here he is—“ he gestured around the house. “He never thought he’d be dating someone like you, honestly he was intimated by you at first sight.”

“Really?” Y/n cocks a brow, interested as he steps around the counter and leans against it, watching Marc make himself some breakfast. “He wasn’t used to someone being straightforward with him and when you offered to be his sugar daddy and give him money he was a little surprised.”

Y/n laughs, remembering the shocked expression on Stevens face when he provided him the offer. “Hell—when you gave him your credit card to spend money he only used it on rent and lunch.” Marc rolls his eyes. “Never let me take advantage of it.” He grumbled.

Y/n scoffs. “I’ve told Steven many times to use it for anything, I get paid enough and make enough money that it’s impossible to run out, no amount of charities and donations get rid of it.” The millionaire chuckles to himself at the idea of Steven growing flustered whenever he held his credit card that held far to much money then what he was used to getting.

“Well, if Steven won’t use then I give you my permission, Marc. To spend as much as you want.”

“Wait, seriously?” Marc is flabbergasted.

Yes, he’s tried to sneak a few purchases here and there with his credit card but never really used it, too afraid that he’d grow upset or perhaps ask questions about what he’s buying. Now, he has his full persimmon to do as he wished.

“Yes, Marc. You can use my credit card without having to ask.” Y/n grins, pulling away from the counter as he yawns deeply, covering his mouth and running his fingers through his hair. “Anyway, I’m heading back to bed it’s too early for breakfast.” He turns his gaze to Marc and smirks. “Feel free to join me in bed whenever.” He gives him a wink before leaving to his bedroom, leaving a blushing Marc behind in the kitchen.

#male reader #moon knight x male reader #moon knight #marc spector #Marc Spector x male reader #Steven grant #steven grant x male reader #jake lockley #jack lockley x male reader #jake lockely x reader #oscar issac #marvel x male reader #marvel #MKSugardaddy tag

610 notes · View notes

howaboutcastiel · 2 years

Text

The Tour Guide (Steven Grant x Reader)

Explicit Content: 18+ Readers Only

giddy lil oscar gif for The Vibes

Summary: The reader has never been in a serious relationship, and now things are moving forward in her relationship with Steven. Tonight, she's going to have sex with Steven for the first time and she's almost more nervous than excited. (Based on this anon request)

Word Count: 8.4k

Content: Virgin!PlusSize!GreyAce!Reader, also F!Reader, Smut (of course), fluff, a lil angst. Awkwardness, oral (f receiving), protected PIV.

Author's Note: I wrote this while running a very high fever. It's either the best thing I've ever written or it's complete gibberish.

Things were going well.

Unfortunately, that sets the scene perfectly for things to go completely to shit, doesn’t it? Things were going wonderfully, though, there’s no other way to say it.

You and Steven had been dating for three months. It was your first serious relationship, the most intimate you’d ever been with another person. Steven had fallen absolutely head-over-heels for you, a fact that you couldn’t begin to fathom even this far along. Things were getting pretty serious with him and you were experiencing a lot of firsts. The next ‘first’ that was coming up, had you admittedly more nervous than excited by far.

Steven had given you so much, and you had given back to him likewise. He had shared his life with you openly and honestly—including the existence of Marc and Jake which admittedly took a little time for you to understand. Steven was the first man to go on more than three dates with you. He was also the first man to buy you flowers more than once. Of all of the dates you’d had, Steven was the only man to pay for the date without assuming you’d owe him something in return.

But now you were starting to feel that you owed him something. Not that the thought was particularly upsetting, but it would be a first for you. In plain terms, you were a virgin. Very, very much a virgin. It only made sense that you were nervous to have sex with Steven for the first time. That felt like a pretty big deal to you. Even if he was the most patient, selfless, caring, handsome man you’d ever met in all of your life, the thought of this next step filled you with anxiety.

It didn’t help that you had never felt before the way you’d felt about him. At this point in your life, you had been half convinced you’d never feel this way for anyone at all. When you thought about sex before, the idea was less than exciting in your brain. You were somewhere between indifferent and apathetic, though you did feel a little forlorn by the fact that you felt so different from the people around you. With Steven, though, the idea of sex was something else entirely. It wasn’t as much about you or about the act itself, it was all about him.

You were very nervous, though.

Despite your apprehension, you figured you had to bite the bullet. If you didn’t do something now, you likely never would, and that would be a tragedy. You wouldn’t let what you’d built with Steven die because you couldn’t give yourself to him, and you figured by now that he was tired of waiting for you. You were a bit tired of waiting, too.

So tonight you put on your prettiest dress—the one that hugged your curves in just the right way. You actually shaved (for the first time in who knows how long) and you elected to wear a matching set of nice lingerie. Part of you felt like you were going overboard, while the other feared that nothing would be good enough. Blinded by your own insecurities, you didn’t realize that you alone were everything that Steven wanted and more.

Steven was on your doorstep at seven. He was wearing the suit he’d worn for his first date with you, except this time he carried himself with tenfold the confidence. He wielded not a bouquet, but a single pink rose in his right hand. Steven was just as giddy as usual, no sign of his long and no doubt stressful workday on his face. You had asked him specifically if you could do something to mark the occasion—the occasion being three months since your first date, of course. No other reason.

“Hello, darling,” He sang as you opened the door. Steven’s cheeks flooded pink as he took in the way you looked in that dress. His eyes sparkled as they surveyed your body, widening slightly around his soft brown irises as he met your gaze. “My word. You look absolutely lovely.”

“Don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” You grabbed your purse on the way out the door, happily taking the rose that he offered. Despite the playfulness in your words, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. His hair was combed back, though the unruly curls would hardly stay in the order Steven had tried to make. The suit was remarkably well-fitted, almost like it was tailored. Perhaps it was, you couldn’t really be sure. You were sure, however, that the elated expression on his face was all for you. And you couldn’t fathom that.

“I hope you don’t mind walking. It’s not very far, I promise. Not even two blocks.” The rambling could also be because of you, but Steven always rambled a bit. He just had so many thoughts in his brain and they were all so excited to come out of his mouth, sometimes they fought to be the first one. It was kind of endearing even when it made for awkward conversation. “I have a reservation, so don’t get worried if the place is crowded when we get there. We shouldn’t have to wait long at all. A bloody good thing, too, ‘cuz I’m sort of starving. And I made sure—”

“Steven?” He blinked at your interruption.

“Yes, love?”

“Thank you.” You placed a soft kiss on his cheek. The two of you were barely a hundred yards from your door and already he was radiating more energy than you could muster up in a week. If you had any hope of making it through the night, you’d have to find a way to calm him down or tire him out.

“You like italian food, don’t you?”

“I do.” You just couldn’t get it. How was Steven so worried about pleasing you? How was he interested at all, for that matter? No one had ever been so interested in you before. Steven genuinely seemed to enjoy your company. It was an innocent kind of joy, though there was no mistaking how he ogled you sometimes. That you couldn’t fathom either.

Body positivity is an easier task when it’s other people’s bodies. Curves were beautiful on other women. They were endearing on men, too. They just weren’t acceptable on you. At least, that’s what you told yourself. You had been plus size all of your adult life and even before that. Your body was genetically built to hold more weight and to have a slightly larger structure than most. You hated that fact, though. You hated your extra weight, your stretch marks. You hated the number on the tags of your clothes. You hated the body in your mirror. And part of you thought that the more he looked, Steven would grow to hate it just as much.

It couldn’t be further from the truth, but you couldn’t see that.

The restaurant was teeming with people, just like Steven had predicted. You really didn’t have to wait long, though, as Steven politely pushed his way to the front counter where the tired hostess gave a burdened smile. The table reserved for you was near the window, away from the loudest part of the building. You would be able to watch the sunset from here and you’d be able to chat with Steven without having to shout. It all seemed to work out perfectly.

“Your waitress will be right with you.” The hostess touted overly-cheerily as she placed down the menus and returned to the front. You felt for her a little bit; dealing with the public at a place like this had to be far from rewarding.

“Should we get a bottle of wine?” Steven inquired as he lifted his reading glasses out of his pocket. You pondered the idea. Would the buzz be beneficial, or would it be a bad idea to get drunk for something like this?

“I’d really just like water.” You decided. He wrinkled his nose a little bit, but seemed to agree with your idea. He looked so cute in his glasses, hunching over subconsciously to read the menu. His stance almost made him look taller, which was kind of intimidating to you. Not that you tended to find Steven intimidating, though he was suspiciously agile and strong for a tour guide.

It was hard to make conversation through dinner. Well, hard to keep conversation. You tended to let Steven take an idea and run, listening to him ramble until he realized he was doing so. It was a way to get his energy out, and he was always excited to share himself with you. Telling you about his day—or about something new that he’d learned or something he’d seen that he thought you would like—was just too hard to resist for him. He couldn’t seem to share enough of himself with you.

So you tried to do the same. You started by mentioning your own day at work, where your nutty boss had accused you of messing up paperwork and you’d had the unique satisfaction of being able to prove her wrong. Steven giggled at your story, admittedly attracted to the way you stood up for yourself. He was a sucker for strong women. You let the conversation shift, though, as the waitress brought out your appetizers and refilled your drinks.

“You seem a bit distracted, love,” Steven didn’t mean it in an accusatory way. His eyes were tinged with worry, in fact. You were distracted, but you didn’t want to say why exactly. You had taken notice to the way that your waitress was looking at him. She was so much prettier than you, you thought. Her skinny hourglass figure was more than evident even under her uniform. Her wide blue eyes were flirting even as she didn’t say anything, just left lingering glances on Steven. A tiny pit grew in the depth of your stomach.

What if he would rather have someone like her?

“It’s just been a long day. I’m all here, babe. Didn’t mean to be rude.” You took a large swig of your drink, trying to conceal the way you blushed behind your glass.

“No, it’s okay. You aren’t being rude.” He wore such a genuine smile. It was such a rarity in your eyes, men tended to dawn such arrogance or altogether vapidness. Not Steven. He was different. He looked at you not just like an equal, but like someone he could adore or even worship. He gave such affection without a second thought.

“Do you think we can just go back to your flat after this?” You asked. Steven would have loved to take you out somewhere, like a bowling alley or even an arcade. He liked to be playful with you, to make a good time out of innocent fun. But he also liked for you to tell him what you wanted. “I think we should watch a movie or something.”

“We can do that.” He took a bite out of his breadstick. Your entrees would be coming any time now and you, much like him, were beginning to get ravenous the longer you had to wait. You had spent a good bit of time at Steven’s flat and it was becoming one of your favorite places. As time moved forward, you found yourself showing up there more often. Steven didn’t mind at all.

When your plates arrived, you both took a solid pause from conversation to tear into your piping hot food. The warmth put your mind at ease, if only for a moment, about the night you had ahead. Steven wouldn’t continue to date you if he wasn’t attracted to you. Hell, you had said yourself that he must be pissed you weren’t having sex with him yet. Everything was going to go just fine. He’s a man, right? You likely wouldn’t even have to do much.

But what if his gentle demeanor meant he paid more attention to the things that other men might brush aside? What if he wasn’t lust-driven enough to ignore the stretch marks on your thighs? What if your love handles were off-putting to him? You cut the thoughts off before they began to spiral, not wanting to ruin your dinner.

“Is your food good?” Steven muttered between bites. You could tell he was trying to be polite as he utterly stuffed his face. His lunch break was more than six hours ago, so of course he was starving by now. He stifled little noises of pleasure as he scarfed down his food. One tiny little groan made its way through, though, sending an unfamiliar warmth to your chest.

“It’s very good. I don’t even have to ask about yours, do I?” You smiled a bit at his fervency, noting that he almost looked ten years younger as he enjoyed his little meal. The circles were less noticeable under his eyes, the tiredness pushed out by satisfaction. He was a sight to behold and you remembered just how much you were in love.

It was hard to think straight as dinner went on. Steven finished his food before you, so he started to talk again as you continued to eat. This time he didn’t talk about work or about the most recent book he’d read. He began to talk about you. The two of you.

“I was thinking that perhaps I could introduce you to the boys—to Marc and Jake, I mean. After all, they’re kind of around as much as I am, sometimes more. It’s inevitable that you’re going to meet them soon and I don’t want you to be frightened. It takes some getting used to, I know that, but they already know a lot about you and they’re very nice, I promise. We don’t have to do that right now, though. I don’t think either of them even really want to tonight. Not because of you, of course! They think you’re lovely.”

You let him babble on, as he seemed exceptionally comfortable getting his thoughts out to you. Your food was starting to get cold and you figured you’d have to get a box or risk overeating and making yourself ill. He was on to the next subject just as quickly as he’d gotten to the first.

“I also had an idea that you could come with me to the staff Christmas party at the museum, yeah? Of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want. I just thought it’s about time that I got to brag about you. I mean—I’d give Donna a shock, wouldn’t I? A beautiful girl on my arm and all that, she’d get a kick out of it. I suppose she thinks I don’t have it in me. She said the same thing about me getting promoted to tour guide, though, and I proved her wrong on that one, didn’t I?”

If this is what Steven was like when he was sober at the end of the day, then what on earth must he be like after a few glasses of wine? You hoped for the future that getting him drunk might be a way to settle him down, but you honestly doubted it. He just carried so much of a youthful zeal, one that couldn’t be stomped on by anything.

The sun was well below the horizon when you finished up at the restaurant. You had insisted that Steven let you leave the tip, if nothing else so that you wouldn’t feel so bad about silently hating your server. The two of you started toward Steven’s flat, which was a bit further from the restaurant than yours. He seemed to have run out of things to say, much to your surprise.

“Which movie should we watch?” You broke the silence as he wrapped his arm around your back. He was a short and muscular man, so his arm didn’t comfortably reach all the way around, which sent a wave of insecurity through you. He didn’t seem to mind, though, leaning into your touch as he contemplated what film to put on. “I’m thinking a comedy. Some kind of classic.”

“What about The Princess Bride?” Steven mumbled.

“Sounds good to me.” You honestly didn’t care that much about the movie. Other things were at the forefront of your mind, like how Steven’s hand on your side felt like flames against your skin. You considered it odd that you wanted to lean further into the feeling. Why would you chase that sensation? Your confusion didn’t stop you from wanting more.

Your heart was skipping around by the time you made it to his apartment complex. A thin layer of sweat coated your hands and your ears and cheeks were burning, too. You hadn’t even decided for sure that you were going to do anything. As far as Steven was concerned, you were going to watch a movie.

You contemplated kissing him on the elevator ride up. He seemed receptive to it, obviously, but you feared that anything you initiated might be biting off more than you could chew. You hadn’t spoken much with Steven about your lack of experience. He hadn’t talked to you about his prior relationships, either, but you knew that he was more well-versed than you.

Steven placed a casual arm around your shoulder as you sat on his old and worn couch. He’d shed his suit jacket as soon as you had made it through the door. The way he so thoughtlessly showed you affection sent a wave of confidence up your spine (and a wave of heat down your spine). You got maybe ten minutes into the movie before both of you had abandoned it for a dedicated make-out session.

The making out you had done before, though you still weren’t the most experienced. Steven wasn’t your first kiss, but he was the first kiss that you’d actually enjoyed. That you had pined for over and over again. You’d gotten a good bit of practice thus far, but you would never reject an opportunity to gain more experience kissing him.

Your heart began to beat faster as you snaked your hand under his shirt. You ran your fingers up his chest, feeling his skin shudder as his breath hitched at the contact. His kiss became softer and slower, and he pulled his lips away before leaning into your forehead.

“This is new,” he noted breathlessly, his hand gingerly cupped behind your neck. “Not that I’m complaining.”

His lips were back on yours just as quickly as they had separated. Your hand persisted underneath his shirt, your wrist working to undo the buttons that your hand had gone between. You couldn’t believe that Steven was being as gentle as he was. It made sense, he was always gentle, but you could tell from his breath that he was bursting at the seams. Enthusiastic in all things, you guessed. This wouldn’t be any different.

“Steven—” You grumbled into his mouth, not quite wanting to pull away, but having to fight the growing panic in your chest. You didn’t know what exactly to do next and you knew sooner or later he was going to notice your apprehension, which bordered on a lack of participation.

“Hmm?” He slowed down his kiss, not pulling away but giving you ample chance to do so. You racked your brain for the right words to say to him, but there was no way to beat around the bush. “I need to talk to you first.”

He pulled away, puzzled. After all, you were the one who had initiated this. His hand left your neck, but yours stayed awkwardly on his chest. You could feel his heart beating nearly as fast as yours.

“Is something wrong?” Steven’s cheeks tinged with red as he asked you the question.

“Nothing’s wrong. Well, I guess. Nothing’s wrong with you, baby, it’s just…” Again, no sugar-coating this. “I’ve never done this before.”

“You… what?” His face bore an innocent confusion. He was really gonna make you say it, wasn’t he? “Never done what?”

“I’m a virgin, Steven.” His eyes widened at that word. A million thoughts ran across his eyes, though you couldn’t make out a single one. He seemed to blush a bit harder and you were sure that you were blushing, too.

He didn’t say anything. He just stared at you with puppy dog eyes. Ironically lust-filled ones.

“Is that a problem?” You didn’t like the silence. Now it was your turn to ramble. “I’m just a little scared, is all. I don’t know exactly what to do. I mean, I know how it works in theory, but I’ve never gotten this far. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, but I also want to make you feel good. I’m kind of a mess, you know. I’m a bit uncoordinated, too. I’m just so nervous that I won’t do something right—”

“Love?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re doing great. We’re gonna do this together and I’m gonna walk you through it, yeah? Unless you don’t want me to do that.” He seemed very matter-of-fact in the way he was speaking. It seemed out of place to you for Steven to talk so casually about sex. It brought a wave of relief through you, too. If he was so confident about this, then surely you had nothing much to worry about.

“You sure that won’t be too awkward? I don’t want you to feel like you’re babying me.” Your face was on fire by now. The heat in your belly had been transformed to something kind of like nausea. You hoped it wouldn’t stay like that.

“Don’t worry about that. I want you to be comfortable.” His eyes were doughy and sweet and his hand returned to its place on your neck. He used his other arm to sweep under your chin before planting a little peck on your lips. “Just go on until you feel that you need help.”

You returned to your previous rhythm of snogging him, not letting your racing thoughts interrupt your body’s movements. This part at least was intuitive, you continued to lean into his touch as his shirt slowly came unbuttoned. As he pressed up into your waist, you could feel how tight his pants were becoming. You didn’t know how to feel about that, but your body had its own response.

You couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping your lips as he tentatively bucked up into you. He was restraining his strength—that much you could tell—but he wasn’t hiding the fact that he really wanted you to keep going. The sound that you’d made without realizing seemed to set him off, too. He let a harsh breath out against you as his grip tightened on your neck.

Steven, my dress,” You whispered as you moved your mouth to his neck. Your brain was clouded even though all of your senses had kicked into overdrive. Your dress was suddenly far too cumbersome, the fabric digging into your skin in a hundred different places at once. You reached your hand down to grab his arm, guiding it up to the zipper on your back.

Wow. I can’t believe I just did that.

He wasted no time in pulling it down. You gasped a bit as your bare skin was exposed to the cool air, but the feeling was quickly undermined by the relief of the way the fabric fell off your skin. Steven’s calloused hand left goosebumps on your back. He trailed his hand upward lazily as you pressed hot kisses onto his neck.

“You think we ought to move to the bed?” His voice was choked. You leaned upward to see his eyes shut tightly as he tried not to buck into you again. It wasn’t a nice feeling that he was holding back for your sake, but it was a very pretty sight.

“We probably should.” You stood up off of him, catching your dress before it could cascade off you altogether. Steven gathered a breath as he sat up on the couch, running his knuckle over his mouth and looking up at you, absolutely drunk with lust.

He shed his button-up as he followed you to his bedroom, and you couldn’t quite feel your legs. He fumbled with his belt buckle after tossing his shirt over to the hamper in the corner of his room. You figured now would be a good time to drop your dress. And so you did, kicking it up with your foot and turning it in your hands until it formed a ball that you could throw to the hamper as well. You held your breath for Steven’s response.

He was in heaven. His eyes ran across your body like you were a statue of one of the Greek gods. He didn’t know what to do with himself and he very obviously twitched in his pants the second he laid eyes on you. It was more than reassuring, if not a bit shocking.

“You’re so gorgeous, darling.” Steven’s hands returned to your body as you sat on the foot of the bed. You brought your lips back against his, now fighting an urge to rake your fingers through his hair. Actually, raking them through wouldn’t be a problem, but you were fighting the odd urge to pull his hair.

He pushed you back against the mattress, gently and slowly to gauge exactly how nervous you were. Steven could never bear to hurt you, and he certainly wasn’t willing to overstep your boundaries. He was eager for you, though, and he knew that he needed to push your limits if you were ever going to muster the courage to do this tonight.

“You know, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Of course he meant the words genuinely, but you weren’t blind to the fact that he really, really wanted to keep going. You shook your head at his statement. If you were going to do this, now was the time. And your body was screaming for you to do this.

“I’m okay, baby. We can keep going.” By now his erection was more than evident against his pants. You reached to unbutton them, but your arms were not quite long enough. You ended up pulling Steven’s face into your chest, causing him to fumble his weight. He sucked in a short breath, surprised. “Sorry!”

“S’okay,” He laughed lightly into your breast, looking up at you as you were hit with subtle embarrassment. He ran his fingertips along the top of the lace, a patient smile on his lips. “You’re doing great. Just keep going and remember to use your words.”

He slid his own hand down to his waist, unbuttoning his pants before returning his grasp to your bust. He fumbled behind you for the clasp of your bra.

A quick wave of panic ran through you as he pressed his fingers underneath the band more agilely than you expected of him. Steven had never seen you naked before, and now was the perfect time for all of your insecurities to rush to the forefront of your brain. In spite of your trust in him and your growing heat, you felt yourself starting to forget how to breathe.

Steven took notice of this.

“Hey, love, it’s alright.” He leaned back for a moment, not understanding what exactly had set you off. He surveyed your body for anywhere he might be holding you too close; maybe he didn’t realize he was hurting you? But there was no injury. You were physically fine. “I thought we were doing pretty well. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how to explain. I just feel like something’s going to go wrong.” You gave him a pathetic look and he knew that there was no merit in your apprehension. He didn’t want to trivialize, though, so he thought carefully before he said his next words.

“Is there something I can do to ease your mind? Some kind of… fantasy or something that you feel like we could play out?” He was grasping at straws, but Steven was confident enough in his sexuality that tonight could be all about you and it’d be no problem to him. He was so goddamn smitten by you, he was willing to do close to anything to make a sex life between you work out. In reality, he wouldn’t really need to change anything at all.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Darling, I would never laugh at you. Now out with it.”

“Can you just… tell me that I’m not too big for you?”

Steven’s eyes grew the widest you’d ever seen them, but that look of shock was quickly replaced with something else. Anger? Annoyance? Determination? You didn’t know exactly, but it was almost a scary look. If looks could kill, except there was something genuinely unhinged in the way he stared back at you. He let out a low scoff. It was sour, offended.

“You think you’re… too big for me?” He replaced his hand against the clasp of your bra, quite aggressively snapping it apart, though he didn’t move to pull the cups or straps away yet. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Where the hell does a thought like that come from? It couldn’t be farther from the truth, love. I don’t think you’re too big. What does that even mean?”

He ran his knuckle along your face, studying you for your reaction to his words. They sent relief through you, of course, but they also were sending something else. Something you weren’t used to feeling. Steven’s aggressive words of affirmation sent concentrated heat straight down between your legs, all but setting you on fire. His gaze softened a bit. From his perspective, you still looked terrified.

“Why would I want you to be any smaller? Hmm? That just means that there’s less of you to hold. I would be mental to want that.” You couldn’t help yourself but to gain more confidence as he continued to ramble on. “Why would I want any less of these?”

On his own vocal cue, he pushed the cups of your bra away from your breasts, revealing to himself your bare chest. You were nervous to see his reaction, but he wasn’t exactly going to give you one. Not in the way you were thinking, at least. With no forethought, he pressed his face into your skin, taking your nipple gently in his mouth. The humid warmth juxtaposed the cool air. You gave up fighting the urge to tug on his curls.

“Steven!“ You whispered, surprised by his fervor. You were grateful, though, as his excitement only fed your self-assurance. This time, more carefully, you reached for his pants with only one hand, able to just barely reach the fabric.

His whole body shuddered at the barely-there contact of your hand. If only you could reach just a tiny bit further, but his groin was even farther from you now that he was at eye-level with your chest. Your nervousness was slowly warping into impatience. You had the urge to grind up into him.

“Darling. Words.” Steven’s voice was barely audible against your skin. He’d noticed the restiveness of your hips, which weren’t at a decent angle to gain any friction from him. He wasn’t making assumptions, though, for the sake of letting you set the pace.

“I need more.” You heard the sounds leave your lips, though you hadn’t decided to say them. Your body was more than a few steps ahead of your poor, anxious brain. He whimpered a bit as you tugged on his curls, sending another wave of heat downward. “Please. Now.”

“I’m going to take these off, okay?” Steven looped a finger under the band of your panties. You nodded, shifting your weight as he pulled them down over your thighs. As he tossed them aside, he took a pause to remove his dress pants as a means of evening the playing field a bit. He was cheerful, almost goofy as he crawled back onto the bed.

“This is the bit where you get to tell me what to do. I know I said it’d be the other way around.” He planted kisses on your thighs, carefully spreading your legs and leaning down against your frame. “Now I’m going to assume that what I’m doing doesn’t feel good or bad. You’ve got to tell me otherwise.”

The noise that he drew from your mouth as he pressed a finger gently to your core was the most desperate sound you could have made. Even you were surprised, as up until this point you’d been so on the fence about any of this. Steven was remarkably calm, but he raised his eyebrow at the filthy little groan. He held his hand still, much to your dismay.

“What’s that, love?” He had to be teasing you, right? You couldn’t tell if his patience and selflessness would prove to be a blessing or a curse.

“F—Feels good. Keep going.” Your own voice was ringing in your ears, but it slowly faded as the sounds of Steven’s pleasure overtook them. You were scared that you were coming off desperate as you moved your legs to plant your feet and gain more leverage. Steven smiled a little, though, giving a hint that your neediness was what he wanted to see.

He pressed a finger slowly into you, using his thumb to circle your clit. You figured Steven knew his anatomy, so he must be avoiding direct contact on purpose. Now the tentativeness was proving to be an annoyance. The stretch felt good, though it wasn’t nearly enough. Steven’s fingers were stockier than your own, and the angle was different than you were used to. You pressed downward onto his hand.

“Easy, darling. Don’t hurt yourself.” Steven used his other hand to hold down your hips. He didn’t use much force, more utilizing his strength as a warning than as a restraint. You couldn’t help yourself, though, from trying to force him deeper into you.

“Steven, more.” You felt separated from your head. He pressed his thumb right into your clit, lining a second finger up to follow beside the first one. Your legs were shaking with the urge to push up again and your hand was dangerously rough as it abused his scalp, the other white-knuckling the sheets. What you said next was something you had never imagined you’d have the guts to say to a man in this position.

“Use your mouth.”

You couldn’t expect his reaction to that. Steven let out a groan, low and deep from the pit of his chest. A sly smile stretched across his lips and he almost looked proud of you. He also happily obliged your request.

With Steven’s tongue working in tandem with his fingers and thumb, it was hard for you to think, let alone continue giving him direction. He found a rhythm pretty quickly, his fingers pumping slowly and deeply as his tongue kept the pressure on your entrance unpredictable. Before long, he was grinding against the bed, panting and whining into your cunt.

His voice sent you over the edge.

With a particularly feral whimper from him, you were pulsing over his fingers and all but yelling expletives as you came. Uncoordinated and blinded by stars, you tugged at the back of his neck until he crawled up to meet you at eye level.

“Did that feel good?” He was definitely teasing you now. Steven knew the answer to his question, but he relished the sight of you coming down from your high. Your eyelids struggled to open even a bit and your chest heaved underneath him as you fought to steady your breath. Your limbs were weak, but you felt too determined to give up on him now, especially after the pleasure he’d just given you.

“Your turn.” You muttered, fighting the fatigue that wouldn’t let you sit up. You propped yourself up on your elbow, using your other arm to reach out to him.

He had leaked a wet spot onto his briefs, his erection painfully hard underneath the thin layer of cotton. This part would be another first for you and you had no frame of reference for what to expect. You traced the outline of him through the fabric, too shy to just reach your hand in. His hand darted to meet yours and he snaked his fingers in between yours from behind, effectively guiding your hand.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked sheepishly as he pressed your hand against him with more force. There was an unfamiliar look in his eyes, one that was too calm given the situation. His expression didn’t match his body.

“I do.” His voice was different from before. Much less tentative, though it was still soft. “I assume you’re asking because you want me to fuck you?”

That you didn’t expect from him. Steven was the kind of person to use “darn” and “my word” instead of even the most family-friendly expletives. But there was no lack of confidence in his words, and he stared at you as though he was sincerely waiting for your response. You moved your hand upward, squeezing his tip lightly through the fabric.

“Yes. I do.” Your voice wasn’t as confident as you would have liked, but you got your point across nonetheless. All of the cliche first time racing thoughts took their turns in your brain, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted him to continue.

Is this going to hurt? What if he’s too big for me? What if the condom breaks? Wait, am I supposed to just lie here and let him do all the work? That doesn’t seem right, but what else can I do?

Your hand grazed a particularly sensitive spot, causing Steven’s breath to hitch. He dropped his hand from yours, leaning back so that you couldn’t quite reach him anymore.

“We should speed this up, yeah?” He stepped off of the bed to rid himself of his briefs. As he turned to the side, you noticed the muscles along his back flexing and relaxing as he bent his arms and leaned forward. For the first time, his strength was a bit scary to you. Your innermost thoughts were fears that he would break you apart.

Steven turned back to face you, finally absent of his clothes as you had been for the last little while. You honestly had no frame of reference for how big he was—besides porn of course, but you knew better than to use that for comparison. You tried not to dwell on the sight too much, other than noting that he was surprisingly thick, so you turned your attention to something else as he dug through his bedside drawer.

“Would it be weird if I put your condom on for you?” Your voice was tiny against the sound of his hands rummaging through the drawer. He raised an eyebrow at you, an amused look of contemplation on his face.

“That depends. Do you know how?” His gaze didn’t break from the drawer, but you could see that he already had the packet in his hand. The smile on his face was cheeky, but it wasn’t patronizing or rude.

“Yeah. I mean—I’m pretty sure I do.” You recalled rolling one onto a banana in sex ed during high school. It couldn’t be much different than that, right?

“Then I say go for it, love.” He tossed the condom at you before dramatically plopping down on the bed, leaning back and letting his legs dangle off the edge. As obviously hard as he was, he didn’t seem to be much in a rush. He looked pretty content, actually. Silly, even.

The hardest part of the ordeal was just getting the wrapper open. You fiddled for a minute with the edge, all the while Steven had to suppress his laughter.

“Shut up!” You whined at him before giving up and ripping the wrapper with your teeth. It wasn’t the condom itself that you were unsure of; you were still a bit scared to touch Steven. Your apprehension was obvious all over your face.

“You know it doesn’t bite, right?” The expression on his face was somewhere between snarky and cute. He knew that a line like that would have been off-putting a half hour ago, but it was the perfect level of teasing to match your energy now.

It took a bit longer than it should have for you to roll the condom to the base of his dick, but he didn’t mind, and he noted how impressed he was that you had managed to put it on correctly. He did, however, mind that your hands were all over him and he believed he needed to hold back his words of praise. Not because the words themselves would be too much; Steven knew if he opened his mouth to worship you he’d be unable to stop, and you didn’t need to be overwhelmed tonight.

“Alright, love,” He crawled over you tentatively, again with a surprising aura of calmness and patience. “I’m going to go really slow. If I’m hurting you, you have to tell me, okay?”

“Okay. I trust you, baby.” You didn’t know exactly what to do with your hands, but you knew that you wanted to be closer to him than you already were. He lined himself up with your hips, again using his hand to gauge how ready you were for him. You’d never been aroused enough to want more than one orgasm in a night, but Steven’s demeanor was leaving you less and less satisfied with the one he’d already pulled from you.

As he slowly pushed in, you elected to wrap one arm up around his neck, using the other to brace yourself against the sheets. The stretch was a lot more than you were anticipating and you instinctively tensed around him at the unfamiliar feeling.

“Relax, love,” he stilled, well shy of bottoming out. A thin layer of sweat was covering you both, though you were sure his position was more uncomfortable than yours. “It’ll feel better that way. I don’t want you to be in any pain.”

You took a deep breath before untensing your muscles. Steven waited for a second before continuing to move deeper into you. He shut his eyes to help him focus on his movement, not completely trusting himself to hold steady as pent-up as he already was.

“You feel alright?” He asked as he finally bottomed out. You nodded, breathless, still focusing on keeping yourself relaxed. The feeling was neither good nor bad, but it was wildly unfamiliar. You took a moment to get used to the sensation of fullness before speaking to him.

“I’m good.” You took another few deep breaths and it became easier for you to fight the tension in your limbs. He looked at you with an inquiring face, his lips parted slightly and his eyes lidded. “You can move, I think.”

“You’re doing so good, love,” Steven hummed before pulling back out only slightly faster than he’d pushed in. While the stretch had been a bit of an awkward feeling, you didn’t like the emptiness left in his absence. This time, when he bottomed out again, you were much more receptive to the feeling. It felt less like an intrusion, more like a welcome advance.

He set a slow pace, attentive to any sign that you were in pain or otherwise unhappy. Steven watched as the stress melted from your face and, before long, nothing but contentment remained. More heat was rushing down to your core, feeding your desire to be closer to him and warping the contentment into a hunger for more.

“Can—Can you go faster?” You asked him with a hitch in your breath. He’d been waiting for you to say that. You arched your back up in an attempt to kiss him, effectively changing the angle that he was pressing into you. Something inside you shot a wave of electricity up your spine.

That feeling was new.

“Steven, there.” You pushed your chest up further, having trouble supporting yourself but chasing the new stimulation. He got the jist of what you were asking and leaned down to meet the angle you were requesting. Another electric shock overcame you.

A guttural moan erupted from your mouth and you tensed around him. Steven squeezed his eyes shut again, throwing his head back with a soft “fuck” and sputtering a bit in his pace.

You pulled him down to kiss you, causing his breath to catch in his throat. Everything felt so good, it wasn’t the kind of good that you had imagined it would be. It was blissful and not at all desperate. It was warm and it was soft and it was safe, and you chased the feeling even more. You licked into his mouth, drawing a low, groggy moan from him.

Your pleasure was building steadily in your core. To the best of your strength, you began to roll your hips to match his pace, gaining a bit of friction on your clit that almost hurt in combination with the other feelings. You couldn’t keep yourself from clenching around him again. Steven’s rhythm began to falter, more curses falling from his lips and into yours.

The lack of air you were experiencing from abusing his mouth was only fueling your high. You pulled away as the pleasure forced you to arch your back. You were dangerously close.

“Don’t stop.” You managed to say between gasps. Steven had no intention of stopping, though he was having a lot of trouble steadying his pace. He was getting close, too.

You came around him with a stifled cry, a desperate sound that would have embarrassed you if you could’ve been bothered to care. Your orgasm pulsed through you and you lost your balance against him. The tensing of your body sent him over the edge, too.

He struggled to hold enough of his weight that he wasn’t smothering you, though you wouldn’t have minded much if he did collapse atop your stomach. For a few long moments he just stayed there, gasping for breath. You were having trouble steadying your own breath as well, but you at least had the mattress to support you.

“That was…” He tried to say, but he was panting with too much force to get it out.

“A lot.” You finished for him. Of course, that wasn’t what he was going to say, but he appreciated the thought. “My god.”

“I was going to say ‘amazing,’ but what you said works, too.” He laughed, breathless. “Don’t know what you were so bloody worried about. I’d say you’re a natural.”

He pulled away and disappeared for a half-second in the en-suite bath, making your heart skip a single beat. He returned, though, having disposed of the condom and holding a warm washcloth in his hand.

“I don’t know, babe,” You teased as he crawled back up onto the bed, “I’ll definitely need some more practice.”

He rolled his eyes. You could see another trademarked Steven ramble brewing underneath his satisfied gaze. You wondered how he still had the energy for one.

“I’m not sure what you’d like to do now, but I’ve got a few ideas. First and foremost, though, you should probably use the toilet because I know enough about UTIs to know I don’t want you to get one. We can shower together, if you want, but I understand if that’s too big of a step right now. I brought you a towel if you’d rather just clean up a bit and do something else. We can still watch the movie, I’ve got microwave popcorn around here somewhere—”

“I think I can take it from here, love.” You giggled lazily as he handed you the rag. The movie sounded good, but so did turning in early. You were tired. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Of course, darling. I hope everything felt okay. You’re feeling alright now, aren’t you? I mean, I don’t mean to assume…”

“I feel wonderful.” You pecked a kiss on his cheek. Steven blushed at you a tiny bit before reaching for a clean pair of boxers. “You did great.”

“Kinda weird that you’re saying that to me, huh?” He cupped your cheek before heading for the kitchen. “Now really, go pee. I’m gonna go make some tea. You want to finish the movie?”

“We can do that. I might not stay awake all the way through.” You glanced down at the pile of clothes that hadn’t made it to the hamper. A mildly sad thought occurred. “Honey, do you have something I can wear?”

Steven’s shirts wouldn’t fit you, unfortunately. You didn’t dwell on that, though, not giving any bad thoughts the opportunity to hold their ground. Not after the phenomenal evening you had made.

“There’s a robe hanging on the bathroom door.” He called to you, already putting on the kettle. “Guess you’ll need to bring a change of clothes from now on.”

“I can certainly live with that.”

You wound up snuggled together on the old couch, both minimally dressed and more than exhausted from the day. The Princess Bride continued playing on the screen, but neither of you paid too much attention to that. You abandoned the idea of popcorn, much too tired to eat.

Surprisingly, nothing felt too different about tonight, save for the fact that Steven was wearing far fewer clothes. You were just as content, just as giggly and just as easy-going as ever. If you had more energy, the two of you probably could have gone bowling after all. Steven made intimacy with you feel inherent. It was something he was meant to do with you.

“I don’t want to walk home.” You grumbled into his chest about the time the credits started to roll. You certainly didn’t want to put back on that cumbersome dress.

“I wouldn’t dream of that, love. Why don’t you stay here with me?”

Going to sleep that night was the most natural thing in the world, too. Steven held you gently, but warmly enough that you knew he’d never want to let you go. Nothing could ever make him want to let you go.

I'm tagging everyone for this one.

@n1ght5h4d3-24 @magicwithaknife @rmoonstoner @nervouslaught3r @unavoidabledirewolf @sarcasm-n-insomnia @kbakery @mccn-bcys @gingermous @dennyreadsfanfic @rosequinn121 @avatarofseshat @damreonsgirl @dragons-are-my-favorite @k8esilver @competentpotato @theconsultingdoctor10 @notsochillnerd @rayrlupin @moony-artemis @nerdory10 @valkyrieace @kezibear @ahookedheroespureheart @mt2sssss

#steven grant imagine #steven grant x you #moon knight #steven grant #moon knight x you #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant smut #masterlist

398 notes · View notes

writingformyblorbos · 2 years

Text

It's cloudy above (Part 2) [< previous chapter] [next chapter >]

Steven Grant × gn!Reader × Jake Lockley ( Marc × Reader and possible Layla × Reader in the future) Summary: You go out to a pub with a friend to process what happened yesterday, and you have a date tomorrow. Word count: 2.8k Warnings: Canon-typical violence (stabbing, knives, you know the drill), mentions of DID, mugging and death, swearing, drinking, not proof read. a/n: This chapter is sort of a combination between fluff and angst? I really don't know how to categorize it. It's a mess. I laughed, I cried, it was better that Aristocats. Btw, why didn't anyone warn me to the fact that it's fucking hard to write date scenes? *sigh* Anyways, enjoy!!

“Let me see if I’m getting this right: mystery man from Cairo came all the way to London just to kill the bloke who stole your bag?”

“Well, it sounds stupid when you put it like that”.

You were at a pub with Colt, your friend from work. You’d just told him about what had happened last night with the mugging. He’d noticed you seemed distracted during the day, almost paranoid, which is why he invited you out for the night.

“Did you see what he looked like?”, he took a sip from his pint.

You exclaimed. “Of course not! He’d just shot a man; I wasn’t going to hang around!”

“Then how are you sure it was the superhero from the news?”

“The costume was similar,” you explained, remembering the scene from last night, “It had a moon on the front, and he was wearing a large cape,” you listened to yourself, feeling like a lunatic.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” you fidgeted with your drink.

“Actually, I do. Weirder shit has happened,” he paused, “Did you call the police?”

“Yeah, but they also were like ‘What would he be doing in London if he was in Cairo?’” you quoted sarcastically, “like heroes can’t travel?”

“They told you anything else?” Colt asked.

You finished taking a sip of your drink. “They told me they would keep me updated if anything happened.”

“So they just ignored you,” he scoffed, “Fucking pigs.”

You both stayed silent for a bit, taking in the ambience of the pub, drinking your respective beverages. After a while, Colt broke the silence.

“On a higher note, you finally got bus man’s phone. Steven, right?” he sang and poked you, to which you nodded in response, “Congrats! Never thought you’d do it.”

You smiled at your friend’s mention of Steven. You had texted him a bit during the day, just talking about regular stuff. And…

“So what? Are you just keeping his number as a memento or are you actually going to ask him out?” he mocked you with a look of impatience.

“Relax, I was getting there!” you giggled, “We already set up a date. I’m seeing him tomorrow after work at the pastry shop near Hyde Park.”

“The tiny place owned by the old couple? Oh, that’s lovely!”, he wrapped his arm around you congratulatory, “I am very happy for you, y’know?”

“Really?”

“Of course!” Colt cheered, “I’m glad my friend won’t have to keep going on dates with dodgy twats on Tinder for the time being!”

“If I’m lucky enough, I might never have to use that stupid app ever again,” you sighed as you got up from the stool, hearing a little 'Oooh' from Colt.

You reached out for your wallet before Colt pushed you aside and left a £20 bill on the counter.

“My treat,” he winked, “so you can spend it tomorrow on you man.”

“Oh, shut up!” you slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

You were inside your job’s bathrooms, changing to clothes you deemed more fitting for a date. You glanced one last time at the mirror to make sure you still looked presentable. Once you'd fixed up your outfit a bit, you headed out of the bathroom to meet Colt outside.

“Ready?”

“Not really. I’m nervous,” you gulped, “I really don’t want to fuck it up.”

“You definitely won’t; I mean, look at you!” he gestured with both hands, “He’d be a moron if he didn’t ask for a second date. I’m dead serious.”

“Thanks, Colt,” you hugged him. After that, you took a quick glance at your phone to see the time, “Guess it’s time for me to go.”

You both started walking towards the exit. “Alright, but don’t forget to send me your live location and a picture of the guy, just in case.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” you insisted, “he seems like a sweet guy.”

“Oh yeah? Like the ‘sweet guy’ that took you to the exact place he was conceived?” he argued making air quotes, “Or are we talking about the other lass that ripped a scab from her head and ate it while you two were having dinner?”

Touché.

You both said goodbye and left your separate ways. You kept busy on your phone on the way to the pastry shop, already feeling as if your stomach was doing summersaults inside of you. You checked inside your bag to make sure the chocolate box was still in there. It was a box of Thorntons chocolates you’d gotten at Tesco. Not the fanciest thing ever, but you still hoped he’d like them.

By the time you’d gotten there, Steven was already sitting on one of the tables outside, holding a bouquet of flowers. His leg was jumping up and down and it seemed he was talking to himself. You carefully approached him as to not startle him.

“Steven?” He turned to look at you and smiled.

“(y/n)! Hello!” he stood up with relief, almost as if he expected you to not show up. He was wearing a patterned shirt, along with a black jacket and grey trousers, looking as handsome as ever, “I’m glad you could make it!”

“It’s so good to see you, too!” You hugged him, feeling his heart jumping from his chest.

He reached out the modest bouquet towards you. They were a mixture of yellow and orange roses and green hibiscuses.

“I know they’re not much, but…” he muttered.

“What do you mean?” you were shocked this man thought so little of himself, minimizing his nice gesture, “They’re gorgeous, Steven.”

Speaking of which, you reached for the chocolate box inside your bag and handed them to him as well. “I didn’t know what to get you, but I also didn’t want to show up empty-handed.”

After receiving each other’s gifts, you offered to see what you would order to eat.

“(y/n), how have you been?” the old man behind the counter smiled as you both drew nearer to the display of pastries.

“Very well, Mr. Ungur!” Mr. Ungur was the owner of the shop, along with his wife, “How is everyone doing?”

“Oh, same old, same old,” he dismissed, “What can I get for you and your friend, hmm?” You turned to Steven, who was examining the counters.

“I’ll just get the usual, Mr. Ungur, and… Steven?” he was still looking at the counters and pointed towards a soft-looking bread with brown swirls on the inside.

“Can I get that one, please?” he requested.

“Cozonac! Of course”, he knelt to get the piece of bread, “you’re lucky you got one, they’re almost out of season.”

Steven offered to wait for your food at the counter, leaving you to get back to the table. You glanced at your phone and saw Colt was still insisting on getting a picture of Steven.

“Are you sure you want it for my safety or do you just want to see him?” you wrote.

“who knows? maybe i want to call dibs on him 😉”, he texted back.

You grabbed your phone and sighed, feeling like a teenager trying to sneak a picture of their crush. You aimed the camera at Steven and took the picture, having his face be recognizable enough, but not being too obvious you were photographing him. You hit send.

“There, happy?”

“very much”

Just as you put your phone down, he brought the plates with your pastries and to cups of coffee.

“Mr. Ungur says the coffee is on the house,” he smiled.

Once you were both settled, Steven asked you what you did for a living. You explained to him what it is that you do exactly, and even though you were sure you weren’t saying something that interesting, he still remained captivated by your words, his eyes glued to you. He would even go as far as to make more questions, invested in getting to know you better. After a bit of talking about yourself, you felt it was only fair to give him a chance to speak.

“What about you, Steven? What do you do for a living?” he immediately looked like you’d put him on the spot.

He shifted awkwardly in his seat. “Well, I used to work in The National Gallery, at the gift shop.” Used to? Suddenly, it clicked. Of course, the National Art Gallery is right in front of Trafalgar Square, and it made sense why he would no longer take the bus since he didn't work there anymore. Steven proceeded to get into more detail.

“I…” he stumbled upon his words, his gaze directed towards the floor, “I got fired.”

You were surprised, to say the least. Steven didn’t seem like the troublesome type, which made it hard for you to explain why he would get fired. He was clearly embarrassed talking about the subject, so you decided to shove the topic aside.

“Well, that’s a loss for them,” you tried comforting him.

A giggle slipped from Steven’s lips, scoring a victory in your books. It was short lived, though; he pressed his lips together, preventing something to escape his lips. He wasn’t telling you something.

“Everything alright?” you inquired, leaving your cup on the table.

Steven tensed up, bracing himself for something you couldn’t quite wrap your finger around. “I can’t keep this a secret,” a quiet whisper fled his mouth, “Can I tell you something? And if you’re not comfortable, we can just” —he threw his hands up in defeat— “end things here, y’know, no harsh feelings.”

Impending doom loomed over your head. Was Colt right to be worried? He was probably going to tell you he was into something weird, or that he was married, or something of the sorts. You nodded, sobbing quietly inside of you, hoping whatever he said didn’t make things awkward.

“I have dissociative identity disorder,” he blurted.

You clutched your hand to your chest and sighed. “Oh! I thought you were going to say something else!” you felt ashamed of your reaction, “But no, I’m okay with that. Don’t stress about it!”

Poor Steven relaxed a bit as well. He was likely expecting you to tell him that was a dealbreaker and to walk out right then and there. You wondered how many times that had happened to him.

You knew next to nothing about DID, but what little you knew was that it involved childhood trauma, so definitely sharing childhood memories was a no-no; also the fact alters are involved. You had many questions, but you just wanted him to be comfortable sharing what he felt okay with putting out there.

He still looked anxious, his leg jumping once again like it did before you arrived. You decided to reach your hand out across the table, offering it to him. He glanced at it and carefully slid his own hand into yours, easing into your touch like butter melting on a pan.

Both of you continued talking, not only about Steven’s disorder, but about your interests. Yes, he mentioned that there was only one alter asides from him: Marc, the host, and that he'd only found out recently; but you also learned Steven always wanted to be a tour guide at a museum, unfortunately, he had no formal qualifications to be one; still, by just hearing him talk to you about ancient history with such enthusiasm, you were certain he would excel as a tour guide. The way his deep, brown eyes would sparkle, and his chocolate curls would fall on his face as he gestured spoke great lengths to how passionate this man was. And that was enough to have your heart long to hear more of him. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t fully invested on Steven’s words, having your full attention as he spoke.

It was almost 7:00 pm, about two hours since you had arrived, your pastries and coffee being long gone. Steven excused himself from the table to go to the restroom. A woman was sitting in front of you was looking suspiciously over to you and your table, she immediately turned her gaze away from you when you noticed she was staring. There was nothing weird about her, though. Perhaps what stood out the most was the tattoo on her forearm: a scale with two crocodile heads; asides from that, she looked normal.

A buzz started emerging from your bag, you grabbed your phone out of it. It was Colt. You answered.

“Hey, Colt.”

“Oh, thank God you answered! I’ve called a dozen times already!” you could sense his desperation through the speaker, “(y/n), you need to get out of there, right now!”

You were confused as to what was getting him so worked up. “Is everything alright?”

“No, nothing is alright!” he almost shouted, “Didn’t you see the text I sent you?”

You scolded him, telling him you obviously wouldn’t be checking your phone in the middle of a date. You told him to wait and opened your messages. He’d sent a link to a tweet.

“Seriously? A tweet is this urgent?”

“Just open it, bloody hell!!”

You clicked on the link. It took you to a tweet that read ‘BREAKING NEWS: Video resurfaces of Cairo’s masked vigilante seen in the streets of London’. You proceeded to open the article attached. Inside, was a video of the masked hero who you had met on Sunday, except he was wearing the fancy all-white suit. Out of morbid curiosity, you played the video.

“…plug-ugly coyote. You’re re in the wrong ends, mate! You’re in my yard now!” the man threatened as he threw his white coat to the ground, his voice sounding worryingly familiar. He continued mumbling intimidating remarks to the air until he said something that gave you goosebumps, “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, my name’s Steven with a V.”

Holy shit.

There’s no way that could be your Steven, though. The lad looked like he wouldn’t even hurt a fly! You paused the video and returned your phone next to your ear, reluctant to even think about what you were about to ask. “Wait, are you implying— “

“Have you gotten to the end of the video?” Colt interrupted.

“No, but—"

“Keep. Playing. It.”

Your alleged Steven then punches the air, proceeding to exclaim in victory. A short lived one since he immediately gets thrown into the open street by an invisible force. He continues throwing out punches, getting slammed into the bus several times and finally getting ran over by a car. By all means, whoever was getting thrown around had zero experience fighting. A hand suddenly hits the glass of the bus, prompting the person recording to violently jump to the back of the bus, but it’s still very clear who’s in front of the window. It is Steven. His face is filled with pain, rightfully so. He turns around to see the crowd that gathered outside the scene and glances at the glass once more. Steven mumbles something to the people inside, or at least that’s what it looks like and violently jerks his face up, changing to the other variation of his costume. The video ends.

With your jaw on the floor, you draw your phone back to your ear, your voice trembling. “Colt?”

“Don’t even say it, I’m going to pick you up,” keys rattling, and a door slamming shut indicated he was indeed on his way to get you, “stay where you are.”

You hung up, unable to muster up any words. Was that the reason he killed the man on the moped? Was he following you? But whoever it was you saw that day didn’t sound like Steven; his voice was raspier, with a Hispanic accent. Maybe it was Marc?

You would have to keep your worries to yourself, though, since Steven was heading out of the restrooms and making his way towards your table.

That was until the woman you’d seen earlier intercepted him. Her look was one of anger, resentment, as if Steven had spit in her food. From her pocket, she drew a knife and suddenly dug it into Steven’s chest, blood spreading into his shirt.

“This is for trying to kill Harrow,” she twisted the knife, almost as if she was getting some form of twisted satisfaction from doing so, “Praise Ammit.”

She drew out the blade and made a run for it. You managed to catch Steven before he fell completely into the ground. He looked like he was gasping desperately for air, eyes wide open and blood coming out of his mouth. “Hey, hey, stay with me!” you cried out as you tried to keep him awake, before yelling desperately to a pedestrian, “Please call 999!”

However, when you turned back to check on Steven, you could see his demeanour shift completely. The look on his eyes was no longer one of panic but of anger. He held onto the concrete for support as he struggled to get up, a suit materializing around his body: the same suit from Sunday night. You could see his eyes glowing as a mask formed around his face when he turned around to see you, standing up without any struggle whatsoever.

That wasn't Steven anymore.

Another a/n: Tysm for reading! I'm planning on introducing Marc and Layla into the next chapter, so yayy! (also not me actually making a fake screenshot of the tweet mentioned in the story for the cover) One more thing, I was wandering if I should make a taglist application? Lmk if you think it's a good idea. Taglist: @dont-feel-so-good-peter @stilllivindue2spite

150 notes · View notes

drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 2 years

Text

What we see - Part 1

Summary: Marc and Steven have returned to their flat in London shortly after everything in Cairo. But there's just something Steven can't get out of his head. What really happened when they both blacked out?

Steven and Marc discuss the possibility of a third.

Warnings: I don't know. You watched the show. All of that.

Pairing: None. Word count: 1447

PART ONE. Steven can’t sleep and that means he thinks.

Part two now up HERE.

-----

You’re not meant to see that.

This was something that Steven had been thinking about lately. Uttered to him in a time of great vulnerability when they were lost deep in the Duat.

There was a lot that he hadn’t been meant to see and had not seen. Communication was open now, but it didn’t stop Marc from hesitating to explain some things.

He didn’t blame him. It’s hard to change such a deeply ingrained habit and form of self protection. The first time Steven had asked about his military service it had taken Marc a full day to come around to telling him more than just “I served and then I got discharged.”

Steven was patient. If Marc needed time then he would give it easily. He knew that he would eventually be rewarded with answers in time. Marc was learning to open up.

In some way, Steven missed how easy the Duat had been. A door for ever memory. He could just stroll down the hall and see first hand something that might not be so easy to explain.

But there had been so many doors… And so many of them had been locked. Marc had admitted to the fact that his memories were a jumbled mess.

A fugue state.

“Hey Marc?” Steven turned the Rubik's cube over in his hands slowly. He waited for a moment before he felt Marc stir.

“Steven? What time is it?”

Steven glanced up at the clock on the wall. “Almost three.”

“In the morning?” Marc ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “You realize that the body does require sleep, right? Just because I’m not active doesn’t mean we are getting rest.”

Steven turned and gave his reflection an annoyed look. “Funny coming from the man that ran around all the time following a giant pigeon at all hours of the night.”

Marc gave him an equally annoyed look. “What is it Steven?”

“Are you missing a lot of time? Black outs and what not?” He turned a row of color and held up the freshly solved cube for a moment before he set it aside to scramble and resolve tomorrow night.

“Are you serious?” Marc rolled his eyes and moved to a more comfortable reflection in order to give Steven a direct look. “Half my life has felt like one giant black out.”

“I mean times that wasn’t me. Like your fugue state.” Steven sat forward in his chair and held up the latest book he had been studying.

Marc looked at the cover. “You’re reading about our problem.” Marc had never bothered to read up on it. He had only recently learned the proper term for it thanks to Steven. Marc had shied away from reading about it. A trauma from his past that Steven had yet to touch on, he was sure.

“Well I figure I might as well know what’s making us tick. Layla actually recommended this book to me.” Layla had a million questions and Marc had been stubbornly quiet on the topic. It was all still so new to Steven that he didn’t even feel qualified to answer without learning all he could about it. “Ask me anything about Egypt and I could go on for days. Ask me about how my own mind works and it is rather embarrassing how little I can answer.”

“Yeah, okay.” Marc sat back in the chair, arms folded tightly over his chest. A posture Steven recognized as the ‘I’ll talk but ask the wrong question and I’m shutting this down’ pose.

“Fugue state.” Steven repeated. “That wasn’t me. I think I’d remember waking up in military garb in another country.”

“I don’t know. I just sort of wandered off. It was a rough time. It happens all the time to soldiers. One too many horrors of war and all that. I had this one buddy, he… You know, PTSD and all that…” Marc shrugged and looked away.

“Right.” Steven made a mental note to try to get more information about that later. “I suppose that is plausible. Dissociating I think the book called it.” He flipped through the book quickly then slipped a bookmark in as a reminder to go back and reread that section later.

“Yeah. Happens all the time.” Marc waved a dismissive hand. “Was that it?”

“Marc, what do you think happened in Cairo? When you were chasing that little gang?” Steven fidgeted with the cover of the book, smoothing out the edges gently.

Marc stiffened. “I don’t know. You’d have to ask Khonshu that one.”

“And when we fought Harrow?”

“I told you, I blacked out.” Marc stood up.

Something clicked into place. “You think it was you.” Steven gaped.

“It fits doesn’t it?” Marc’s eyebrows furrowed and the guilt filled his eyes. “After all, I’m the mercenary, aren’t I? I know how to do that. I’ve done that. So what if I don’t remember it? I was just a tool to Khonshu, who cares if I remember everything I did or not. Just more blood on my hands, right?”

“I don’t think that’s true.” Steven set the book aside and jumped up in excitement. “I don’t think you had anything to do with that! And if I didn’t do it and you didn’t do it…”

Marc sighed. “So what? Khonshu possessed me somehow like some sort of puppet?”

You’re not meant to see that.

All the things Steven had missed over the years. All the things he had been given an alternate story to and so willingly and eagerly believed to be true.

“Marc…What if we aren’t alone in here?” He slowly looked around at all the reflective surfaces.

“Steven, what are you talking about?” Marc glanced around the flat as if expecting to find some silent assassin hiding behind the book cases.

Marc had let Steven out of the sarcophagus but been all too quick to run past the other one. Steven had wanted to question it, but it was just so easy to let it slip from his mind at the time.

“I think we have a third.” Steven swallowed.

“Don’t be stupid.” Marc huffed. “How could we have a third? I’ve never seen or even felt anything about that.”

“You can’t be a fly on every wall.” Steven sighed. “You were so focused on my life that maybe someone else was focused on you and…you missed it?”

Marc’s face twisted as he visibly fought off the emotion. The fear made Steven’s heart hurt most. The emotion was masked off just as quickly as it came. “Alright. Say I believe you. Say there is some… violent and murdering third… What do we do about it? What did your book say? Can we get rid of it?”

“Firstly, I don’t think it works that way.” Steven held up a finger, suddenly feeling defensive of this mystery third. “Secondly, he saved us. Twice if I understand the situation correctly. Maybe more.”

“Suddenly you’re okay with killing?” Marc snapped.

“Of course not!” Steven clenched his fists at his side. “Of course I’m bloody not okay with killing. I just… Maybe if we could talk to them… Maybe he saw it as life or death. Maybe he’s just looking out for you. For us.”

Marc tapped a finger at his side in agitation. “I’m going back to sleep. I suggest you do the same. You know it’s easier to front when you’re rested.”

“Fine.” Steven slouched. “But I’m not giving up. I will find a way to talk to him.”

“Don’t forget the ankle restraint.” Marc muttered. “Bastard isn’t going to just walk off with us so easily.”

“Yeah cause they worked so well against you.” Steven sighed and went to lock the door. He paused and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. Quickly scribbling out a message, he taped it to the door. “Don’t know if you can hear me, but uh… Hello.” He tapped a finger to the message. “Just want to talk.”

Glancing around again, he thought he saw one of the reflections shift ever so slightly out of sync with him.

But I do see. I see it now.

He grinned as he got into the bed, latching the ankle restraint as usual. A third. The very thought was thrilling, if not a little scary. What was this third like? Some silent protector? If anyone needed someone watching their back, it was absolutely Marc Spector. Marc certainly wasn’t going to do it himself.

“Night Marc.” Steven relaxed back.

“Night.” Marc gruffed back. His irritation would fade come morning.

Steven glanced across the room at the note on the door before clicking out the light.

“Hi. What’s your name? Do you like fish?”

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight fic #Marc Spector #Jake Lockley #Steven Grant #I have a mighty need to see this system communicate #Fine I'll do it myself

64 notes · View notes

backalleysalesman · 2 years

Text

What I got planned for fanfics:

Deadpool/Moon Knight:

For This Misadventures of Deadpool and Moon Knight

Depressed Wade stuff, dude is just sad and Steven comes over to check on him. Maybe Marc shows up idk. Jake does not cause Jake is a shit lord

Wade gets kidnapped and tortured and Jake saves him uwu

Then not paired with that series but still Deadpool/Moon Knight

ALSO!!!!! I’m stuck thinking about Wade getting blown up and having to regrow his body but Spider-Man is like “nah I can’t babysit you this week but I got a friend to help!” And that friend is Moon Knight (cuz why not)!!! Basically on occasion Wade’s body doesn’t grew things back correctly all the time. 👉👈 I’ve been trying to write it as a daddy kink thing as a joke since White Box keeps making daddy jokes in my other fics but I can’t do it. I’m taking too much physic damage. Imma keep trying but worse case, I will scrap the daddy bs sub plot line. This will either be a one-shot OR a mini series one-shot with how Marc, Steven, AND Jake “learning” about Wade’s new private bits LOL This isn’t a fetish thing, I’m literally trans. I could just make Wade trans for the story but where is the fun in that? I need more people to realize Deadpool/Moon Knight is such a great chaotic pairing. But I will do my best to fill the space until better writers come along. Or someone please help give me ideas.

SpideyPool:

I have a bunch of ideas. I normally don’t like writing fandom favorite pairings cause idk but when I do, I cater to myself more. Which means Peter is gonna be trans cause I’m trans LOLOL Also Peter will be 30 in every fic

Peter gets ghosted and cheated on and is big sad, Wade is a bro and is like “date me lol” and Peter is like “eh sure but I want a normal out of suit dating experience” and then they go on a date to all my favorite places as I cry as a single person

Peter gets a horrible head injury and is suffering from memory loss BUT THERES A PLOT TWIST

Peter retires as Spidey and moves far away and essentially becomes a travel blogger for some big company that is doing a multi-dimensional vacations idk in his universe there is no Deadpool and DP saves him a bunch of times cause Peter can’t use his powers cause that universe does have a Spider-Man

Isekai trope but make it Spider-Man???? (there’s a pattern, I really like multiverse stuff and I also don’t think 616 Spidey deserves Wade lol)

Wade finds an onlyfans for a spider-man cosplayer and it sounds a bit too close to the real spidey. Basically keeps shoving money at the guy to be his sugar daddy and Peter doesn’t really know it’s Wade. Spider-Man and Deadpool are best friends, DP still has his huge crush on Spidey but respects the fact that Spider-Man is not interested.

Apex Legends:

My duo and I roleplay a bit while playing the game LOL we mostly just say dumb shit that is very OOC for who we play as but it’s fun pairings would be

Seer/Mirage

Valkyrie/Loba

Bloodhound/Mirage

Crypto/Mirage

My friend plays as Mirage 99% of the time unless he is Loba or Caustic (We call him incel science man). And I really like playing as then intel gatherers... Sometimes we play Trios but our 3rd only plays Valkyrie. And then we just super goof around or get too serious. But I’ll start taking notes for some fanfics ideas uwu

Dead By Daylight:

Yui and Mikaela for my friend, I haven’t been playing much cause one I’m more of a killer main but also depression

maybe something with Felix cause he’s my favorite

Also Sadako/Ghostface sprinkle in Michael??? I have too much Sadako lore stored in me I used to own every Ringu manga, book, and movie before it vanished when I moved away

crack killers as a family trope idefk just something stupid and funny

All these will be rated M or E for different reasons but the main goal is they bump uglies (idefk I haven’t used Tumblr since the purge and I’m scared to use certain words). I’ll be focusing on Marvel stuff and Deadpool/Moon Knight and mostly write as Wade cause I suck at writing as Moon Knight.

#fanfic ideas

11 notes · View notes

esyla-writes · 2 years

Text

Chapter 11: A Birthday

Author Commentary

This chapter was originally going to be titled "A Birthday and a Birth Day" but I couldn't cover both events in a reasonable number of words so had to split it into two chapters. Clearly, Chapter 12 will be "A Birth Day". It will cover the aftermath of Hermione losing her virginity and some other points of drama that I've been hinting about re: Harry and Ginny.

Whose birth day will it be? Victoire! Canonically, she's born on May 2, 2000, on the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts.

Enough about the next chapter, let's tall about this one. First important detail: Hermione's rant about how Tonks, Harry, and Malfoy are babying her was heavily inspired by this product...

What Hermione thinks Malfoy would install in her apartment if left unattended

I don't know where I originally saw this product or why it's made such an impression on me, but it's hilarious.

This chapter is meant to kind of a soft interlude in between the heavy drama. Nothing softer than a two-year-old's borthday party! Especially a magical one. I had fun thinking about cute magical decorations.

Realistic balloon animals that can move and make noise please!

On a more serious note... Hermione. We get a better glimpse into her thought process in this chapter, and it's a mess to be honest. I got a very thoughtful review on ff.net that pointed out that Hermione is rushing things and that not telling a potential lover about her trauma is no bueno, and that reviewer is totally right, but I want to make it clear that this is coming from Hermione's flawed interpretation of her therapist's advice. In fact, I revealed in this chapter that she hasn't even been going to therapy recently. I'll have another therapist scene in another couple chapters to cover what her therapist actually wants her to do.

Also, to that same reviewer, I'll tell you right now that Marc is not a Voldemort sympathizer in disguise. He's just a douche. Remember that the world isn't split between good people and Death Eaters 😊

Bonus: here's a photo of the outfit I imagine Hermione changed into before going to Teddy's birthday party

-------

Read on ff.net: here

Read on AO3: here

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x hermione granger #draco x hermione #dramione #hermione granger #dramione wip #fic: unforgivable #author commentary

5 notes · View notes

itsonlydana · 3 years

Note

hi!! i absolutely love ur writing and i was wondering if i could request a platonic jschlatt x reader maybe where the reader is his younger sister or sibling (whatever u like) and they bring home a boyfriend and schlatt is all protective and stuff especially if the boyfriend was mean or something (ik it’s kinda cheesy but i feel like schlatt would be a great older brother)

"Your new boyfriend is an asshole" ➷jschlatt

♬brother - mighty oaks

➛ pairing: cc!jschlatt x fem!reader (platonic/family dynamic)

➛ tags/warning: none, fluff, shitty bf

➛ a/n: i totally see schlatt as the protective older brother and its not cheesy at all :D its something i never wrote before so i hope you like it! :) about the song: its a german band i was supposed to see live in the beginning of this summer but they had to cancel. I really love their music

"Please, it's gonna be fine"

"What if he-"

"Marc, he won't do anything!", you repeated, this time a little sharper, so that your boyfriend wouldn't get the idea of saying "but what if" again.

"What if" had become his two favorite words since you suggested to visit your brother Schlatt and had dampened your anticipation of seeing Schlatt again a bit. You used to meet up regularly, he had always made time in his calendar and also rescheduled appointments when you dropped by at short notice, but the last few months the contact had been sporadic, mostly because of your new relationship with Marc.

But now you had finally been able to make time to visit Schlatt.

"But (y/n)-," Marc started again when the door opened in front of you and you only managed to give your boyfriend a warning look before you were pulled into a hug by Schlatt.

"Heyy kiddo!" Schlatt pressed a kiss to your hairline as you melted into his embrace, breathing in the scent of his sweater he had pressed you into. A laugh escaped you as he took your face in his hands and shifted it back and forth before nodding. "You still look twelve," he noted, and you punched him gently in the side.

"You look like one of those men on magazines who give other men shitty inspirations for life," you laughed, pointing to his hair tied up in a man bun and then to his workout pants and red sweater "and on the bottom like the unemployed retiree next door."

Schlatt looked down at himself, clicking his tongue indignantly. "I wouldn't call myself unemployed, I earned our dinner for today with my hard work." He ran his hand through your hair before his gaze fell on Marc, who had been standing quietly behind you and now held out his hand stiffly.

With a grin Schlatt shook his hand, apparently a little harder, because Marc contorted his face painfully but wanted to keep smiling and it ended in a generally very funny grimace.

"So you're Marco.", Schlatt spoke down to him, deliberately with a matter-of-factness at the wrong name and you knew the afternoon wouldn't be an easy one.

After a request from you to be nicer to Marc, Schlatt managed to hold back on his jokes, instead, it was Marc who had a completely different way about him.

He ignored you completely, glued to Schlatt and pestered him with questions about his channel, his friends, his podcast, any conversation you wanted to start he immediately interrupted with harsh words that made you sink in your chair. Marc had never really raised his voice to you or ever treated you other than well, yet he made sure that you couldn't even tell a single thing.

The fact that you were becoming more and more introverted and losing your appetite was not lost on Schlatt, who sat across from you and tightened his jaw every time Marc talked you down and treated you like a little kid interrupting the adults having a serious conversation.

The last straw was when Marc made a joke about how annoying you could get when you wanted attention and asked if you had always been this way.

The question had just left Marc's mouth when Schlatt dropped his cutlery clattering on the table, pushing his chair back in a loud manner. You looked at him questioningly, but he just stared emotionlessly at Marc next to you.

"I think it's better if you leave," he spoke in a calm voice and your eyes shot open in wonder. Marc turned from Schlatt to you, but you dodge his gaze. "I'm serious you asshole, you don't deserve to be with my sister a moment longer if all you wanted was to get to know me and disrespect her," Schlatt added, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Marc, go.", you ordered the young man, who was suddenly more of a stranger to you than when you had met him, or perhaps you had never really known him at all.

There was childish defiance in his face as Marc got up from his chair and stood up in front of Schlatt.

Stood up wasn't really the truth, Schlatt was clearly taller and with his folded arms and pissed off expression Marc just looked pathetic, any attraction to him was gone.

No sooner had the door slammed shut behind your now ex-boyfriend, slammed shut by Marc himself, because neither of you had bothered to accompany him into the hallway, you had gotten up and dropped onto Schlatt's couch, a pillow pressed in front of your stomach as you stared disappointedly into nothing.

Without saying a word, Schlatt sat down next to you, putting an arm around you so you could hide your face in the crook of his neck like you used to do when you were kids and when the world became sometimes too much. Gently he began to stroke through your hair, untangling little knots that had been created by playing with the ends of your hair.

"I should have realized right away that he was a fan," you sighed, less disappointed that you were now single, but more disappointed that you had missed so much time with Schlatt because of this guy.

"Kiddo, it wasn't your fault, people like that are good at hiding their real motives. He was an asshole, I'm sorry.", he comforted you and stroked your hair out of your face.

You looked to him, lips pressed together but the corners of your mouth twitched into a grin.

"How much did you enjoy kicking him out of your house?" you asked him, and he laughed, wrapping his arms tighter around you and dropping onto his back, pulling you with him.

"It's the coolest thing I've ever done."

#jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #schlatt fanfic #schlatt imagine #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #schlatt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt writing #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine

270 notes · View notes

gerrydelano · 3 years

Note

was looking at that winged lion statue and its symbolism and so far i have come to a stunning conclusion

danny -> leo -> lion -> lion with wings!!!-> danny will learn how to levitate

(but on a more serious note, that statue was in reference to St Mark the evangelical. he was in a trip to Egypt and some lion said 'Pax tibi Marce Evangelista meus, hic requiescet corpus tuum', meaning 'Peace be to you my evangelist, here rests your body. ' mf died in alexandria, but was venerated through Venice. so. um. you could say danny is an evangelist for the stranger, with his whole attracting people to the crowds. if 'alexandria' is tim's house or just England in general, that means danny will die here 😬. meaning that whatever will save/preserve him is in venice, or with the circus in general. thoughts and thinking!!!!)

ORRRRR you could flip it the other way and say that Venice was Alexanderia, and now Danny's back home in 'Venice', or Tim's house. which means he 'died' in Venice and will be preserved here. y'know. cus all the relics from Egypt got yoinked by Italy.

if its still the first interpretation tho then like... danny will probably go 'okeydokey i need to make for being kidnapped' (tim (wet) vc: no you don't that's not how being kidnapped works) 'so i should start getting people ready for the dance.' and then he like. teams up with not!leitner idk.

LOVE TO SEE THEORIES IN THE INBOX HOHOHOO. i am SO glad that people picked up on all the lion stuff, which of course anyone who read HLM would, but those who haven't will eventually understand 😈 the fact that alexandria is even remotely relevant here given pharos' presence there just makes the choice to go with carnevale feel even More powerful. SO glad i picked it and that specific set of locations and a day where it actually was raining.

evangelist!danny is doing things to me though. i wish we could say words that aren't those! even levitating is better.

but no, seriously, this way of looking at it RULES. it'd probably be more like: danny "died" when he was first taken, but what happened in venice is what secures even the possibility that he can regain himself at all, however much of himself that means.

#asks #anon #pbr tag #zips lip about the rest xoxo

4 notes · View notes

anthony-sharma · 2 years

Text

I posted 6,792 times in 2021

64 posts created (1%)

6728 posts reblogged (99%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 105.1 posts.

I added 5,509 tags in 2021

#movies - 1355 posts

#criminal minds - 908 posts

#loki series - 530 posts

#the walking dead - 510 posts

#loki laufeyson - 395 posts

#1x01 - 365 posts

#1x05 - 364 posts

#the falcon and the winter soldier - 364 posts

#1x03 - 364 posts

#1x02 - 354 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#but a friend of mine told my future employer that he would vouch for me for anything and was super prepared for the position and so on

My Top Posts in 2021

Thanks for the tag @reidingmelodies!!

nine pics from my camera roll that bring peace

See the full post

4 notes • Posted 2021-03-19 05:20:22 GMT

thank you for the tag @madswonders !!

fun ask game!!!

10 fav characters (in no particular order):

bucky barnes (mcu universe)

spencer reid (criminal minds)

matt casey (chicago fire)

sylvie brett (chicago fire)

randall pearson (this is us)

beth pearson (this is us)

finnick odair (the hunger games saga)

penelope garcia (criminal minds)

sam wilson (mcu universe)

luke alvez (criminal minds)

nickname: marce

zodiac: i don't really believe in zodiac signs, but i know i'm a pisces

height: 5’9"

hogwarts house: hufflepuff, with ravenclaw being a close second

last thing i googled: new amsterdam

song stuck in my head: an wunder by wincent weiss

followers: 984

amount i sleep: 5 or 6 hours

lucky number: i don't think i have one, but 7, i guess?

dream job: to work in the UN or an international organization

wearing: an old t-shirt and sleeping pants

favorite songs: i think it usually changes, but right now i would say movement by hozier and an wunder by wincent weiss

favorite instrument: drums or piano

random fact about me: my two "serious" crushes have been people who do not live in the same country as me nor are they even from my same nationality

favorite authors: this is like choosing my favorite children, i can't do that!!

fav animal noise: the sound of a rain storm

aesthetic: rain falling, reading a book by a window seat, with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, kimda like that

See the full post

5 notes • Posted 2021-05-06 06:05:30 GMT

hi!!! top 5 criminal minds characters and why?

Hii!

Spencer Reid (because i just think he's adorable and he's an avid reader like i am and we both have a nack for investigating and knowing about random things)

Penelope Garcia (because she's a ray of sunshine and the loveliest people ever, she makes everyone feel good)

Emily Prentiss (because she's a badass and i admire that she has lived in several countries and knows multiple languages)

Aaron Hotchner (i admire that he's always so fair and just and always sticks to the rules. even though he might sometimes seem like he has a stick up his ass, i really don't mind that since i kinda am like that too)

David Rossi (he just seems to have the best advice and seems like he knows more than he lets on)

Uuugh there were other characters that I wanted to include (like Derek and Alex haha) but I'm supposed to only include 5, so there it is 😁

Thanks for asking!

7 notes • Posted 2021-04-19 19:26:00 GMT

Fic Rec List - Two-Part Stories and Multi-chapter Stories

For some two-part stories and multi-chapter stories recommendations, please find below my personal favorites so far!

Headcanons and blurbs

One-shots

Criminal Minds

Two-Part Stories

@brywrites

Window Seat, part II and part II

The Opposite of Loneliness, part II and part 2

@chaosology

somebody else, part II and part II

@zhuzhubii

you hate your soulmate and you (no longer) hate your soulmate

@reidamancy

too late and too soon

@reidscanehand

Line of Fire, part 1 and part 2

The Revelation of a Feeling, part I and part II

Twenty Thousand Words Per Minute, part I and part II

I Would Never Fall and Unless It’s You I Fall Into

@homoose

Lighthouse and The First of Many

@mggpleasedontlookhere

liar liar, part 1 and part 2

@reidyoulikeabook

Invisible String and What Are the Chances?

@maddieinwonder

The Seventh and The Eighth

@reidingmelodies

His God-Given Solace, part I and part II

See the full post

34 notes • Posted 2021-02-25 06:19:30 GMT

Fic Rec List - One-shots

For some one-shot recommendations, please find below my personal favorites so far!

Headcanons and blurbs

Two-part stories and multi-chapter stories

Criminal Minds

One-shots

@dontkissthewriter

Read between the Lines

Art and Other Misconceptions

@spacedikut

lockdown lovers

starstruck

words that wound

everything happens for a reason

dating, but not dating

fun fun arcade

exchanging gifts

the first i love you

the blessing of a blizzard

how to ask a girl out

my all

caught on tape

@idmakeitbehave

Revelations in Reverse

The Constant

Lecture Hall Distraction

Movie Theater Rejects

Prank War Bystander

First Impressions

Without Words

See the full post

102 notes • Posted 2021-02-25 06:14:02 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

5 notes · View notes

artxyra · 4 years

Text

Wake Me When It’s Over

Note: I must really like you guys enough to create a sequel for something that was never supposed to get one. Also, I kind of lost my train of thought as to where this story will end towards the end, sorry about that.

The miraculous magic flies through the streets of Paris, France. Those that were turned into stone now gasping for air and looking around very confused. On a rooftop, a certain model stands naked hoping that no one would see him searching for clothes and a way home. Back at the venue where the dance took place, Alya whoops at the defeat of the Empress of Mean. She holds Nino closes to her before realizing that something had happened to Lila. Her attention immediately goes to her phone messaging the one person that started this all.

No one knew what to say about the latest akuma victim. It was Marinette, the one person they never thought would fall into the hands of Hawkmoth. Was it really due to her jealousy of Lila? When was she akumatized? So many questions ran to through the student’s minds, that faithful night.

It wasn’t until Monday morning when everything came undone.

Throughout the rest of the weekend, the LadyBlog was receiving various comments about the Empress of Mean. Some comments were harsher than others. Alya couldn’t find it in her to make a new blog post regarding the aftermath or of the lack of thereof to her viewers. She wasn’t able to reach Lila at all and neither could rest of her classmates.

Entering the classroom, Alya could see that majority of the class was there expect for Adrien, Lila, and Marinette. She quickly managed to get the class huddled together.

“It isn’t like Marinette to be akumatized, especially about something so trivial as the dance.” Rose pipes up with a pout resting in her lips. “She handles stress better than any of us.” She then adds on causing everyone to turn to her.

“She was jealous, and that’s final,” Alya states, slamming her hands down on the desk in front of her. Everyone could see the twitching in the blogger’s eyes and a slight shaking of her body. Nino wraps his arms around her. “There’s no other explanation.”

“It was rumored that she and Adrien were secretly dating.” It was Nathanial who speaks up next. Soon all eyes were on him.

“You lie…” Everyone suddenly begins to shout.

“No, I’m serious. Marinette hangs out with Marc every now and then and he tells me that they were probably dating. I may an artist, but a broken heart can cause anyone to be akumatized if done correctly.” He continues before pulling out his sketchbook and begins drawing as if he didn’t just pull a fast one on his peers.

The classroom is met with silence aside from the sounds of a pencil against paper.

The classroom’s door opens revealing a frustrated yet silent Adrien Agreste with the one and only Lila Rossi standing behind him. Expecting cheers and concerns, they were meet with the opposite.

“Adrien, did you ever date Marinette?” Juleka asks with her voice dangerously low for all that can hear her. Her response came with an awkward neck rub and wondering eyes from the man in question. Juleka turns to Lila as if she had just woken up from a nightmare. Years of listening and believing the two people in front of her, denying everything her brother has ever said to her. Juleka didn’t know what to do at the moment. Emotions were not her strong suit even after all these years of being around the same people for years.

“I didn’t want to hurt anyone.” Adrien finally speaks up before walking over to his desk and pretend that last weekend did not just happen.

The room grows cold. No one knew how to respond.

“Oh my gosh guys, I’m so sorry for not responding to any of your text. After what Marinette had done to me, I really needed therapy. My mother was able to find someone at the last minute and I had no cell service.” Lila gushes about her latest problem hoping to grab some sympathy. Immediately it was meet by her “loyal” peers, all asking if she’s alright.

Those who weren’t as fooled by the Italian’s response, stood there wondering if she was lying or just pretending. Anyone with text receipts on knew that the girl had read their message and just didn’t respond.

“But you were dating Marinette?” Nathanial speaks setting his pencil down to give Adrien his full attention.

Adrien turns to the artist like a deer caught in the headlights. He could feel Lila’s glare on his back despite not looking at her. “Uh…We were never official. She knew that we were friends.”

“How long?” Juleka’s voice got softer.

“About a couple of months, why?”

With that, breathing became harder for those that knew Marinette well enough to know that the designer practically holds her heart on her sleeves. If Adrien thought they weren’t dating and Marinette did, that changes a whole lot of things.

Before anyone could tear Adrien a new one, Max mentions that class was about to start, and they should get into their seats. Only one seat stood noticeably out to everyone, and they knew she would be in much later.

Mild chatter about Lila’s therapy session broke the silence while everyone else waits nervously as more time past by. Their teacher has yet to enter the classroom nor has the class representative.

When Marinette finally did enter the classroom, everything goes silent. The loyalist of Lila’s group glares at the designer while the others couldn’t find the words to start something with Marinette without fearing the worst-case scenario.

Marinette had just sat in her chair when Mlle. Bustier entered the classroom in a panicking mess. Apparently, after the dance, a lot of parents were chewing out the school officials asking what caused the young designer to attack the school first and for the school not calling the parents. It was later found out that Marinette had no problems with the rest of school just her classmates and the partygoers were just so happened to be affected like everyone else which ends up causing more problems than less.

Caline couldn’t handle all this backlash. The school board officials decided that since Bustier’s class had the most akumatized victims out of all Dupont, Caline’s teaching habits must be reevaluated. They were sending someone in to review her class and teaching methods. All this being planned last minute which means that Caline was struggling to find the proper lesson plans and attitude before the official comes in.

“Today, we will be having a guest staying with us for the week. When this person enters please be on your best behaviors.” Mlle. Bustier stress to the class as she finally pulls out the last of her files from her briefcase.

Everyone, aside from Marinette, wonders who the guest will be. They receive their answer when the door opens once again to show an older-looking woman in a business suit with hair similar to Marinette’s overlooking the class before taking an empty desk in the back. The perfect view to oversee everything. Caline was seconds away from sweating bullets as she struggles to find the right word to begin the class period.

Lila, finding a new problem with this, tries to make Marinette look bad at every attempt she could get. However, all her attempts just made Caline’s teaching habits appear worse than what the school board could imagine. It was only a matter of time for Caline could kiss her job goodbye.

When the class finished, those that had a wake-up call rushed to meet with Marinette. Juleka was unsure how to feel when she saw her brother, Luka, and that fencer that was once an enemy talking to Marinette huddle close together.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to transfer?”

Juleka turns to Nathanial and Rose hoping that she heard wrong. Marinette could not transfer, it just felt so wrong.

“Luka?” The trio turns to the guitarist’s younger sister. They could see the fake smile placed upon Marinette’s face.

“I’m so, so sorry, Marinette.” Juleka followed by Nathanial and Rose immediately apologizes. Marinette stares at them with somewhat blank stares.

A moment past before Marinette whispers, “I forgive you. You’re not at fault here.”

The recently forgiven three runs to embrace Marinette. Tears of joys escape from their eyes.

Only a day later would the class of Mlle. Bustier finds out that their teacher has been suspended and will no longer be teaching the class. Their new teacher was strict and took no bullshit from the class. It was either hard facts or detention for the day.

Lila tried to lie her way out with the new teacher but was constantly shut down the moment she opened her mouth. As her web began to dwindle, she knew that it was only time before her super loyalist realizes the truth of their “best friend”.

It was a hard-felt battle to the end of the school year. Lila had tried everything to maintain her loyalist to her side. She even went so far to bully Marinette out of the classroom only to be defeated by a wave of Marinette protection squad from another classroom.

Alya still blogged about Lila’s so-called adventure with Ladybug, her following begin to dwindle with the announcement of a Ladybug sponsored blog called Miraculous Out. Alya had a hissing fit and tried everything in her power to control the damage.

For Nino, he was feeling the pressure to getting his big break. Lila had promised him so many opportunities and as the school went along realization began to sit. He tried his hardest to shake Alya out of her Lila induced daze as the time went by, but he had no luck. He wanted to apologize to Marinette for everything that he had done, but the fear of being unforgiven hold him back.

When the school year returned everything was different. Caline Bustier was no longer their teacher. Marinette had transferred out of the class and to a new school all together. Everyone that had a wake-up call suddenly felt sick to their stomach from believing in Lila’s lies and seeing the Italian native. Nothing would ever be the same for them, not after all of this.

Specific Tag List: @traveling-with-thedoctor | @nexitye | @blueberrinette | @seraphichana |

#queen of mean au #miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug #the empress of mean aftermath #slight class salt #eh I'd tried

157 notes · View notes

ginnyweasleywannabe · 3 years

Text

Treasure Hunt

Please enjoy the first chapter of my new fic "Treasure Hunt"

I will reblog with some authors notes. You can also read on AO3 under the username "inthemiddle2" (If I link it doesn't show up on tags, sorry) Final Word count:4499!!!!

Start:

“And you came to me for help because……?”

“Because you’re a greedy asshole.”

Two weeks prior….

“Marc, I don’t understand why I can’t just come with you!”

“Because Marlene, you’re about to finish up Uni, there’s still a lot of stuff for you to wrap up here… and you have the ceremony in two weeks”

Marlene let out a huff throwing her arms to the side, “Why do I even have to walk in that stupid ceremony, I’ve already done it once before. Besides what’s the point if you’re not going to be there, you’re the only one who cares about it.”

Marc stopped his packing with a quick roll of the eyes before turning around to face her, “Marley, I’ll be back in time for the ceremony, which is a big deal because you’re becoming a master!” He tried to get her excited, throwing his hands up and punctuating every following word, “Marlene McKinnon, Masters of Cryptology and Ancient History’, becoming an curse- breaker, like your ol’ bro.”

Marlene had to fight the sides of her mouth from twitching upward, “You’re the only one who calls themselves a ‘curse-breaker.”

Marc zipped up his duffle, “Marley, I’ll be back for the ceremony and then you’ll be done and you can join me on my next adventure.” He walked to the front door and gave her once last glance “I promise, finish up with your studies and then you can come with me.” He tried to give her a look of hope and understanding.

Marlene muttered a quick “fine” under her breathe and then lunged into his arms. She wouldn’t tell him but she was really going to miss him these up coming weeks. Curse-Breaking, as her brother liked to call it, was a bit of family tradition. Both her parents were in the field, which meant they were constantly traveling during her childhood. Gone for long periods of time of trying to chase down one ‘treasure’ or another. Marc was 12 years older than her which meant as soon as she was born her parents felt he was old enough to care for her while they were away.

“Stay out of trouble okay, kiddo?”

Marlene rolled her eyes, “I’m 23 years old you know, I can handle myself for two weeks.” She gave him a light shove out the door. She quickly checked her watch and saw she was running late to meet James. James was Marlene’s best friend, when Marlene was 11 Marc was getting to the age where he was having to travel more for work so Marlene was enrolled in a boarding school. Her mom’s best friend, Mia, had a son Marlene’s age who had been going to a boarding school since he was eight so off Marley was shipped away to Scotland. It was like no time had passed for her and James, they were instantly inseparable again. They spent the next seven years getting into all kinds of trouble but when it came time for Uni James went back home to London, to Hogwarts and Marlene went to a school in Glasgow. She had finished up her history and exploration degree there but had returned to London to attend Hogwarts for her yearlong master’s program. She was glad she had Marc and James to return home to, she need people to hang out with in the city and so began their tradition of getting a pint every Friday.

Marlene scanned the pub for James, she quickly found him because of the unmistakable red head with him. James had met Lily at Uni orientation and had been pining over her ever since, they had finally gotten together the winter holiday before Marlene had come back. You wouldn’t know it had only been a year in half though, they were perfect for each other. Marlene happened to know that James was hoping to pop the question this coming Christmas, Marlene however didn’t think he’d be able to wait the 7 months. She felt a sudden rush of nerves as she approached the group, doing a quick scan to see if he had shown up. She hadn’t expected him to, he never did if she was going to be there but still any time it was more than just her and James, she wondered if he would finally buck up the courage.

“Marley!!” Well, James had definitely spotted her, and had already had a couple pints it seemed. He was out of his seat and arms around her lighting fast. James was a professional football player for Chelsea.

Marlene let out a giggle, only Marc and James called her Marley, “Hiya Jamie! Had a few, have ya?”

James just gave her that dazzling lopsided grin, “Yeah well you’re late,” Marlene was always late places, “Marc left today, yeah?”

“Yeah”

James could tell she was a little down about the whole thing, even after all this time, she always was when he left.

“We’ll lets grab you one and you can tell me all about what treasure he’s chasing this time.” Marlene said a quick hello to the rest of the group; Lily, Remus, Mary, and Peter. She hadn’t know them before moving back to the city, they were all James’ friends from uni but they quickly accepted her into the group. With the promise of bring back some for everyone she and James made their way to the bar.

“Another round please Tom, and an extra for Marley here,” With a nod from Tom, James turned to Marlene, “So? What’s the gold this time? And how long will he be gone?” James and Marlene used to love hearing the stories her parents and Marc would tell them when they were little, usually a little embellished with Pirates, witches and wizards. James had idolized Marc growing up, he believed everything that came out of his mouth as fact.

Marlene turned to James with a big grin and said “Oh Jamie, you’re going to love this one! Its real, like really real! The Hogwarts treasure, Marcs figured it out- well mostly, but he sure of it. The sword, diadem, cup and even the locket! And with it gold, lots of it!” Marlene had rushed it all out almost in one big breathe. She was staring at him wide grin and big eyes waiting for him to react.

James just stared at her, “Marley, what are you talking about? That’s an old ghost story, and even if it was true its rumored that some Riddle guy stole it all like a couple hundred years ago. No one alive, heck most people dead, haven’t seen that treasure.” He gave a little laugh, “There’s no way it’s real or could even be found.”

“Come on James, its Marc, you know how he is, he doesn’t actually leave the office himself unless he’s sure!” Marlene pleaded with him. Marc had mostly done code translating desk work. Marc claims that’s just what he’s best at and gets more done if he hops from translation to translation rather than solving one and chasing down a lead for weeks that might go nowhere, Marlene knows it’s because of her though, he always needed to be close by to care for her.

James glanced at her hopeful eyes, he had always been bad with telling her no, taking a drink from one of the pints Tom had brought, “Alright let’s say it’s not some old witch tale, what’s he got that makes him so sure?” He said it with just a hint of a smile that let Marlene know he hadn’t truly grown out of their pirates and treasure hunting days.

Marlene was giddy, “Last week they were cleaning out old archives down in the ‘dungeon’ and I guess no one’s really cleared it out in a while but you know how it used to be an old dorm? Well between boxes and things, there was still stuff past students had left behind. So they sent all that stuff to the archives office to see if any could be displayed for ‘Hogwarts History’, kind of an invasion of past students privacy and property if you ask me-“

“Marley, focus.”

“Right, sorry, anyway I guess Marc was sorting through the stuff and he came about an old diary, like really old. And it belonged to….” She took a dramatic pause, really wanting to build it up for James “Tom. Riddle.” She waited for his reaction eyebrows raised in anticipation.

James loved seeing her getting excited about this kind of thing, she had had a rough spring semester, “You’re serious?” She gave a quick glare but for another reason, he was quick to apologize, “Sorry, but I mean Tom Riddle, you mean the guy who supposedly stole all of the treasure. I didn’t even think he was a real person..”

“Well, believe it Jamie. He’s real and his diary gave some clues as to where he hid all the treasure!” She squealed, James wasn’t sure when it happened but he had just realized she had already drained her pint, and Marley was a light weight. After finishing her excited squeal she went to start on another pint, taking big sips.

“Oi! What’s taking so long, some of us are trying to get a nice buzz before the long weekend!”

Remus was shuffling through the crowd, he always worked the graveyard shift at the library on full moons for extra cash because it was said to be haunted and nobody wanted to work it. The full moon was tomorrow night.

Marlene turned, after downing half her second pint, “Lupe!!” Throwing her arms around him.

“Hello again, Marlene, what’s taking you two so long?” he was ever so slightly holding her up, she seem just a tad off balance.

“Just talking ghosts and long lost treasure.” She stated matter of fact. At this Remus quirked an eyebrow over her shoulder to James who just gave a smile and a shrug. Grabbing the pints they could, not letting her carry any, they made their way back over to the group.

“Oh finally, you’re back, Pete passionately telling us about how they switched the detergent for the towels at Stamford” Mary said with a roll of her eyes, James had gotten Peter a job at the stadium.

The group let out a collective laugh while Peter had a blush creeping up his face, “Well I just worry the change in scent with mess with guys head, that’s all. Don’t you agree James?”

James turned at the sound of his name, previously whispering something Lily’s ear. He gave a quick shrug, “Yeah, sure I guess, really its whatever Petey”

The night continued on in much of the same fashion, by the time it was winding down James had just returned from walking Lily out, her and Mary sharing a flat just a block away. He could tell from across the bar he was going to need to walk Marley home, he would walk her anyway but she was talking wildly with her hands and leaning very close to poor Peter, who looked a little afraid of her.

“-And then I want to use it to go to Peru for a few month you know, live off the grid, no electricity, even no pluming!” She looked so excited for the prospect of having to go into a hole in the ground but Peter just stared right back at her.

“Alright Marley, let me walk you home” James said with a sigh

“Oh Jamie really, I’m fine,” She stood from her chair and rocked nearly tripping and falling flat on her face but his quick reflexes caught her.

“Oh I know but Marc would kill me if he knew a let you walk home alone besides, I basically pass it on the way to my place” Marlene knew she needed the help but she was glad he just blamed it on the Marc thing. Bidding Peter a goodbye, she wrapped an arm around James and they strolled home.

As they walked the few block home, they talked about this and that and had somehow landed on the stars. As Marlene looked up she let out a deep sigh, “I’m sorry if I ruined things. But I tried to be civil.”

James still had an arm wrapped around her shoulder and he just pulled her closer, with a quick kiss to the top of her head, he began to reassure her, “Marley, you didn’t ruin anything. He’s been a real asshole lately. And a coward, I love the guy but I’m proud of you for what you said.”

He was one Sirius Black. James’ best friend from Uni, they had been random roommates freshman year and continued to live together until the graduated, then James moved in with Remus and Sirius got his own place. Marley had met him briefly over the years when she would come home for the holidays but really didn’t know him. When she moved back a year ago and James brought her into their group she got to know him better. He was funny, and careless but she liked that about him. Marlene, working on her masters, was often stressed and uptight so it was nice that he was carefree. Nothing had ever happened between them besides a little flirting until after the past winter hols.

Marlene would go out with James early on Fridays but would often skip the later, wilder group hangs because of school. One night James had gotten her to stay out and well one thing led to another and pretty quickly her and Sirius were seeing each other. Marlene didn’t want to think too much about it with trying to finish school so she figured it would just be this fun thing to help ease stress until she finished uni but honestly things started to move fast and not because of her. Sirius was pursuing her, constantly talking about how much he liked her, talking about all the fun things they would do during summer once she finished school, he was the one who brought up being exclusive. Marlene had started to let her guard down, and then one day out of the blue, he calls her up and tells her ‘he doesn’t have time for a serious relationship right now but he hopes they can still be friends because of the group.’ Right. He wouldn’t want things to be weird for the group, he’s worried about their feelings.

Marlene was hurt by the conversation but she wasn’t going to let carefree playboy know that, she quickly told him it was no big deal they had only been going out for like a month and a half. He wouldn’t need to worry about things being weird on her end. It was a 3 minute conversation and that was it.

Honestly Marlene was more mad than sad about the situation. She decided to call him the next day, all she wanted was a simple apology for being tossed aside like nothing. So She called explained how she felt she deserved at least an apology when he was the one pursuing the relationship, he didn’t apologize. He just said “sorry for the mixed signals”. Sorry for the mixed signals? It wasn’t mixed, it was one signal and then dramatically the opposite signal. Marlene was so infuriated that that was all he had to say but she also didn’t want to cause drama in a friend group that she joined late. When he clearly wasn’t going to give her more, she said that now that was out in the open and she (kind of) said what she needed to say they could be cool, there wouldn’t be any weirdness and hung up. That whole conversation lasted 5 minutes and Marlene is pretty sure she rambled for the first 3. They hadn’t spoken since, he hadn’t gone out with group once when Marlene was there.

“Mar? Earth to Marley?” James had pulled her from her thoughts, she hadn’t even realized they had made it back to her doorstep.

“Huh, sorry I just got zoned, you were right I might have had one too many” She said with a small smile, hoping he would believe that was all it really was.

“Alright beautiful, I was just asking are you sure you don’t want me to stay the night?” James said it with a teasing smile, when Marlene was younger she was terrified of staying home alone so anytime Marc had to travel she would go stay at James’ house (she did this well into her 20’s).

Marlene rolled her eyes and gave him a shove, “Yes, you dolt. I haven’t been scared of staying home alone in like two years.”

With a ruffle of her hair and a quick hug, she was up the stairs in bed.

The next week passed by rather unceremoniously, she finished up her final studies and worked on the last of her paper. She was going to skip Friday night drinks this week because she wanted to focus on getting her paper done, besides James and Marc were planning quite the pub crawl for the Saturday following her graduation ceremony.

She hadn’t heard much from Marc, which wasn’t unusual on his trips. He had sent her a quick text letting her know that he made it to his first stop last Friday night and this morning she received a letter. Marc loved to write letters and Marlene loved to tease him about it, telling him it made him old. The letter didn’t say much, just that he thought he was on to something and the diary seemed to be leading him in the right direction. He was looking forward to her ceremony and he had talked to mom and dad, they wouldn’t be able to make it, shocker. With that small but expected disappointment she refocused on her work.

Before she knew it, it was Saturday morning. She ran down the stairs, on special occasions Marc would always bake her blueberry pancakes but when she rounded the hall into the kitchen it was empty. That’s odd. She had assumed Marc had gotten in after she went to bed.

“Marc?” She gave a quick shout but no response. Maybe he was still asleep, he did just have a two week trip so she padded up the stairs to his room but no it was also completely untouched.

Marlene had a frown on her face and pulled out her phone. It rang like it was on and charged but still went to voicemail.

“This is Marc, sorry I missed your call, I honestly don’t know how to work this thing but leave a message and Marley will show me how to listen and call back”

“Hey Marc, its Marley and its Saturday. I just wanted to touch base before the ceremony but I’m just going to assume you’ll meet me there. Remember 10 o’clock sharp. You still owe me pancakes, see you soon.” She ended the voicemail and checked the time, if she got ready now she would have time to stop at the diner on the way in and grab a muffin.

Marlene peaked around the curtain hoping to spot Marc. She was bundle of nerves, she hated this kind of thing. The only reason she was walking in this dumb ceremony was for him. As she scanned the crowd she was beginning to think that no one had shown. I mean sure, she hadn’t invited anyone because again, dumb ceremony but still felt a twinge of disappointment that she was alone.

“Samantha Mathis”

Oh shit, she was next.

“Marlene McKinnon”

Straightening her shoulders she walked out on stage. As soon as she stepped out from behind the curtain there was a loud cheer from the back left corner. She took the diploma shook hands and turned out to the crowd for her picture. Rather than looking at the camera man she zoned in on the cheering group in the back. There was James, jumping up being the loudest as usual, and the rest of their group. She smiled for the first time that day and continued of the stage. The rest of the ceremony seemed to pass quick.

Marlene was bidding Samantha goodbye when arms scooped her up from behind and twirled.

“James stop, you’re going to make her sick” Lily admonished lovingly

“Yeah besides you have to share her with the rest of us!” Mary said before lunging for hug. The whole group had come, minus two of the usual boys. Marlene hadn’t expected him to show but maybe a congratulations text at least would have been nice. James had also mentioned that Peter had some family thing come up but he said ‘congratulations’.

Marlene just laughed and said her thank you to the group. She was looking around with a frown on her face.

With a huff she turned to James, “Have you seen Marc?”

James gave her a confused look, Marc would never miss this, “No? you haven’t seen him today?”

“No, you think I should be worried?” She was biting her lip into bits.

“I’m sure he just got held up and forgot to charge his phone. You know how he is” James was doing his best to reassure her, “Look we made a reservation for lunch and maybe he’s just planning on meeting us there. If we don’t hear from him after lunch, then we’ll worry ok?”

Marlene still felt hurt that he would miss this after he made it a big deal but she gave a shrug and headed to lunch anyway. Everyone tried their best to help get Marlene’s mind on other things and she did her best to let them. About halfway through lunch she felt a buzz, she quick grabbed her phone from her bag. It was a text from Marc!

“Hey Marly, got held up. Gonna b longer than I thought. Not sure when I’ll b home. See u soon XX”

Marlene read the text again, he didn’t even mention the ceremony. Sure she hadn’t wanted them to make a big deal about it but still she worked really hard for this. She really wasn’t in the mood anymore. James had just paid the bill and the group was gathering up to go to the next place, He glanced over to see what Marley was staring at. He felt a wave of relief when he saw it was a text from Marc.

“See Marley, he’s just chasing down a treasure for you. I know it sucks he wasn’t here but he knows how excited you were about the Hogwarts treasure I bet he didn’t want to come back empty handed.” He was giving her the best encouraging face he could.

“Yeah, you’re probably right, he can be so hyper-focused sometimes. He probably doesn’t even realize what day it is.” She was trying not to show how let down she was feeling, “listen Jamie, I’m really thankful for lunch and all but I was up early this morning and the ceremony really took it out of me. I think I’m just going to head home.”

“Oh Marley are you sure? I could come with you? We could build a fort and watch a movie.” He could tell she was trying to hold it together.

“Yeah I’m sure but you go and have fun, honestly I’m probably going to go home and take a long nap.” Marlene gave James a sad smile.

Marlene really was exhausted by the time she got home. She took a quick shower and changed into her favorite lounge clothes, as soon as she hit the bed she was out like nox. When Marlene woke she glanced at the clock on her nightstand to see it read 6pm. She could believe she had slept for that long, but then her stomach growled and she knew sleeping through dinner had been a mistake. Pulling out some left over take out from the week before she sat down and decided to give Marc a call. It went straight to voicemail again. She flipped over to the text he had sent her.

“Hey Marly, got held up. Gonna b longer than I thought. Not sure when I’ll b home. See u soon XX”

It was odd but it the more she read it, the more paranoid she got. I mean “Marly” that’s not how Marc usually spelt it. And the “b” “U”, she was constantly teasing Marc about how he texted like an old man, always full sentences and proper grammar. AND he hadn’t even mentioned the ceremony. She knew she was being paranoid but she just couldn’t get it out of her head that something was wrong. Maybe it was that she was alone in this big house or the talks of ghost and pirates but by the time she had finished her orange chicken, Marlene was sure that this was not a text from Marc.

Ok, so somebody had taken Marcs phone and texted her. Now what? She was pacing around the kitchen island, her lip beginning to bleed from biting. She needed to confirm her suspicion, she decided when he didn’t answer yet another call she would try a text.

“Hey Marc! No worries on getting home, Mom happened to be passing through and decided to stay a few days. See you soon X”

Alright that would work, Marc knows him mom would never stay a few days, also she was in the Andes for the summer. Now we wait.

Her phone buzzed almost instantly, odd she thought, if he was near the phone why couldn’t he just answer her call?

“Great! Glad she can keep u company!”

Definitely not Marc. Happy she hadn’t been going crazy and making theories in her head, but also NOT Marc. Marlene quickly grabbed her things and went down to the station.

“So you’re telling me, that your brother was off to find the long lost treasures and gold of some old university and he’s been kidnapped. And you know this because he texted you the letter ‘b’ instead of the word ‘be’?”

The officer was looking at her with a unimpressed face.

Marlene gave him a sheepish smile, “Well, yes.”

“Right. Ok, do you know where your brother was going?” His voice was full of disinterest.

“Well no, not exactly. He didn’t say, just that he had a lead he wanted to check out, and he would be gone for a couple weeks” Marlene at least had the decency to look like she knew it was far-fetched.

“Ok Ma’am, he was only supposed to return yesterday so it’s likely he just got held up. If you don’t hear from him in a week, come back and I’ll see what I can do.” With that he got up and ushered her to the door.

Marlene stepped out into the rain with a disappointed frown. Fine. If he wasn’t going to take her seriously, she would just find Marc herself.

#blackinnon #sirius x marlene #treasure hunt #marlius #non magical au #modern au #my wrtitng

3 notes · View notes