#steven grabt

[romanarose]

Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Chapter 29

Steven Grant x OC X Marc Spector

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Fic Summary: Steven meets Sam and they strike up a quick relationship, both kindhearted and loving, they fall fast. But both have a lot going on. Steven had Marc and Moon Knight, and Sam has mental health problems of her own. Slowly, Steven starts to put together pieces of her story as Sam starts to get to know Marc and Jake.

Chapter summary: Sam makes a change, then comes onto Marc, but is she ready?

WARNINGS: Talk of sexual and physical assault, smut, piv sex, mutual masturbation.

Bold is Steven, Italics is Marc, red is Jake

Photo references For Sam’s before and after

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Marc was in the bathroom, washing his hands when he heard her come home. 

“Marc? Steven?” Sam called, Marc didn’t miss the nervousness in her voice. No matter how much she tried to hide her emotions, he could read her like a book.

She’s back He informed Steven, and probably Jake, although Jake was minding his business lately. Sam had said she’d be home late. This was the first time since the attack she had walked alone. She was going to walk with Elena, but apparently had something she wanted to do. Something she wouldn’t tell Marc. And refused to let them come walk her from wherever she was. 

“In the bathroom! Be right out!” He called, turning to dry his hands. When he went to turn the bathroom handle, there was a soft slam on her body against the door and a hand on the handle. Marc couldn’t turn it. “Sam?” Panic rose up.

“Marc, I need to talk to Jake” Sam’s voice was shaky. What the hell is happening Steven’s voice popped in I don’t know, she won’t let me out.

“What happened? Are you okay?” He yanked at the door. “Let me out!” Marc banged on the door, trying to keep his anxiety from breaking down the door. He could summon the suit if he needed, but he didn’t want to scare her.

“Just let me talk to Jake alone!”

“NO!” Marc slammed his fist against the door. “Whatever it is, you don’t need Jake!” Marc’s frustration with Jake’s existence was reaching it’s boiling point. He wanted to go back to just him and Steven, he didn’t want to share Sam with him. He didn’t want Jake to take her, to hurt her. He was tired of worrying about the day he’d wake up like so many times before with a bloody body before him, only this time it would be hers.

“Love, it’s me” When had Steven taken over? Marc was suddenly in the mirror, watching Steven calm down. He was still worried and internally panicking, but Steven was better at keeping it internal. Except for his hand, which was shaking violently. Did Sam hurt herself? What the hell happened?

There was a pause. “I need Marc to go for a bit.”

Okay, that hurt. “Sam…” Steven didn’t want to exclude Marc, especially when he was clearly so worried.

“Steven, please, I messed up and I really need to talk to you first.”

I’m not going

C’mon mate, just for a few minuets so we can talk to her

Break down the goddamn door!

And scare the shit out of her? No way. Just give me a few.

Just tell her I left.

Lie?

Wouldn’t suggest it, hermano

I didn’t ask you

I’m not breaking her trust, Marc. Just go, I promise I’ll take care of her.

Marc yelled obscenities, but left.

“It’s just me and Jake, Sweetheart. Do you need him to go too?”

“N-no. It’s fine. Just… promise to not get mad, please?” He could hear her shaking from the otherside of the door, picturing her face so distressed.

“Of course not darling, I won’t get mad, I promise. Can you take your hand off the handle, Sam?”

He heard her slowly let go, and once he was sure she couldn’t stop him again, he opened it up. When he saw Sam standing there, he did a quick scan of her body, not even noticing her hair at first. No blood, she seemed okay. Next he grabbed her arms, rolling up her sleeves.

“Steven, what-” She watched him check her wrist. When she realized what he was doing, she yanked her arms away. “Steven! I didn’t fucking cut myself!”

Steven looked up at her, wide wild with confusion. “Then what happ- oh” He finally noticed her hair.

Sam immediately started chewing on the nails of one hand while the fingers of her other hand tapped against her thumb. “You hate it.” Sam’s foot tapped against the floor, anxiously awaiting his response.

She had chopped off a lot of hair, it was now chin length and instead of her natural auburn, it was medium-dark brown, her wavy hair cut into bangs. 

“Sam, darling” Steven took in her new look. “You look beautiful! Is this what you were worried about?” He was still very confused, but smiled as he took in her new look.

“It looks bad” She insisted, voice raising. “And Marc’s going to hate it!”

Steven shook his head. “No, Sam, sweetheart, he won’t”

“He loved my hair! and now I’ve gone and chopped it all off! and took out the red he loved so much!” She began pacing the room. “And he’s going to hate it and he's going to hate me and he’s going to break up with me!”

Jesus…

“Sweetheart-”

“And I’m going to have to leave and I’m going to drop out and move back in with my parents and I’m going to lose all of you-”

“Sam!” Steven grabbed her shoulders, and she collapsed into him, crying. “Sam, what are you talking about? Marc isn’t going to break up with you because you changed your hair, whatever got you thinking like that? He loves you, so, so, much, we all do…” Steven felt Sam wetting his shoulder with her tears. The last 2 month has been a rollercoaster. There were things Sam said or did that wouldn’t make sense, assumptions she made about them that would hurt. They tried not to take it personally, she had just been through something horrible, but it was hard when she thought things like this. Marc would be devastated she thought he would leave her for this…

She mumbled something into his shirt that he couldn’t hear.

“What was that love?”

Sam lifted her red, blotchy face off him. “Jordan…” She dodged his eyes. “Jordan said that my hair was…” she took a shaky breath, steadying herself. They hadn’t talk about what happened, not the details. They figured she’d tell when she was ready. 

Steven placed his hand on her wet cheek, and she keen into him, holding him there as she closed her eyes. “What did he say, darling.”

“He said he loved my hair too… said it, distracted from my face…” Sam explained more of the insults Jordan had thrown at her while touching her. “I know he’s gone, I know he can’t hurt me… but if my hair is what brought him to me I wanted it gone.” She choked back a sob.

“Darling, I’m so sorry, c’mere” Steven pulled her in close, hugging her tightly.

“I know that… I know I’ve gained weight…”

Steven hadn’t even noticed. But that wasn’t the point. He cradled her head into him. “We don’t care about any of that, please sweetheart, we love you, and we will always think you are the prettiest girl in the world, no matter what.”

“I don’t… I don’t look anything like Layla…” She muttered into him.

Layla? Why was she thinking about Layla?

She’s insecure about Layla, hermano. 

Steven pulled back, searching her face. “Are you worried about Layla? Oh love, please don’t compare yourself to her, we love you. Layla is in Marc’s past, and yes we love her but-”

“I know you kissed.” She finally met his eyes, daring him to deny it.

“I… yes, I did, but-”

“And you didn’t tell me. Why?”

Steven sighed. He didn’t have much of an answer. They had promised honesty, and he purposefully kept it from her.

“I’m not mad, I promise… I just. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want you to worry. But I promise, it was just a kiss. A crush. Layla is a friend, that’s it.”

Sam wiped her tears, sniffling. “I know, I know. I just can’t help feel… really shitty lately.”

Steven’s heart sank. Everything Jordan and her dad had done to her over the years had taken their toll on his precious, loving girlfriend. She was beaten down, and it was his job to build her up. “Look at me, please?” He tilted her chin up to him again. They were about the same height, so they were face to face. “Samantha Waters, I think you are the most beautiful, stunning, kind hearted, captivating woman I have ever met. I have so much admiration for you, the way you take care of me and Marc and Jake, the kids at your playschool, how you and Chris watch out for your siblings. How you manage school and work and me and your friends and still find time to volunteer. And” He kissed her forehead “I would be inside you all hours of the day if I could”

Finally she laughed, a genuine smile on her face. “Thank you Steven.”

“Can I talk to Marc? He’s really worried about you.”

Sam swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

Steven kissed her forehead, then let go “We’ll be back.” He went to the mirror of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“Marc.”

Whats going on? Is Sam okay? What did she do?

“Relax, okay mate? She’s fine. Everyone is fine. She had a bit of an over reaction, but-”

What is it? Marc had no patience, not when he was so worked up.

“Will you let me finish? Jesus. She cut her hair and dyed it brown.”

What? What are you talking about, why would she freak out about that?

“Please don’t take it personal, but she was worried you wouldn’t want her anymore.”

There was a significantly long silence as Marc processed what he said. Doesn’t she… she should know how much I love her. Does she think that little of me?

Steven closed his eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink, then opened “Listen, mate. You were right, he touched her…”

Fuck! Marc banged on the glass on his side, before turning away, the muscles in his neck flexing as he tried to contain his rage. 

Steven explained what Jordan said to her, how he had torn down her self esteem, in addition to everything else. “It’s not about you, Marc, or me, I think�� Although is feeling insecure about Layla… any idea how she found out about the kiss?” Steven challenged, knowing it was either Marc or Jake, and Jake was better at keeping their secrets.

Marc rolled his eyes. Yeah, it uh… came out in a fight

Steven shook his head. He’d give Marc grief later. “Listen, just go back there and assure her you still think she’s pretty. It looks really nice on her, it’s cute.” Steven smiled.

When Marc came back out, he took her in the tightest hug he could muster. Before anything else, he needed her close. He needed to reassure himself she was safe. He entangled his fingers in the brown curls the way he always did with her auburn, burying his face in her hair and smelling the unfamiliar shampoo of the salon. “You look beautiful, Brightside” and he meant it.

Later that evening, Marc and Sam sat on the couch watching tv. She sat cuddled up close to him, playing with her hair. She had chopped off a good 6 inches, her head felt lighter, but it was an adjustment. Her hands kept trying to run through long hair. Sam looked over to the handsome man next to her and smiled. It had taken a long time to get to the point she even wanted to touch them, let alone fuck them. But now? She wanted him. So, so badly. 

She thought of the Christmas party at her work, where Josh had been flirting, making Steven jealous. Marc and her got into a small fight outside, Sam accusing Marc of not trusting her. All that went away when he kissed her, the desire he felt for her throwing all other feelings out the window. And the way she kissed him back? Assured him that she had no eyes for anyone but him and Steven. Marc fucked her against the wall, and Steven had stolen her underwear and put it in his pocket. A silent reminder that she was his. No one else's. She missed that, the fever, the love, the closeness.

The soft glow of the TV illuminated their features, shining on their soft lips and strong jaw. Tentatively, she scooted close to Marc, taking his mouth in hers. There had been kisses, soft and light and loving. This? This was a come on.

“Baby?” Marc asked, kissing back, but watching her. 

“Yes?” she asked innocently.

“What are you doing?” His hand found the small of her back, pulling her close.

“Want you” Sam moved to straddle him, their thin pj’s being the only thing getting in the way. She felt him quickly hardening.

“I don’t know if that’s-” Marc’s sentence was interrupted when Sam ground her pelvis against him.

Sam graced him with a soft kiss on the lips. “I’m ready, baby. It’s been two months. I’m ready.”

He hesitated, but wrapped his arms around her before moving to kiss down her neck. “Are you sure, Sam?”

She nodded against him, the darker hair that now framed her face, tickling him. “I am.” She moved against him, feeling Marc beneath her. “It seems you are too.” 

“I’ll always want you, pretty girl, but we’re not doing this on the couch”  

Sam squealed as Marc stood up, still holding onto her as she wrapped her legs around him. “Marc!” She felt his muscles flex under his dark sleep shirt.

He laid her down with the careful touch of holding a newborn, his lips never leaving hers as he climbed on top. He sensed her breathing pick up “This still okay?” Do you think this is a good idea, Marc? I think so, she wants it. Okay, none of the usual shit this time, alright? Be careful.

Sam smiled and nodded “Y-yeah, but a lil nervous, that’s all.”

Marc frowned at that. “We don’t have to do anything, okay?”

Looking up at him pleadingly, she continued. “No! No, Starlight, I want this, please?” She pulled off his shirt, revealing his chest. God, how she missed this. Sam traced her fingers over the hardened lines of him. Admittedly, less defined since Marc and Steen began spending every free second they could will her, but still beautiful nonetheless. “Missed you…”

“Missed you too” He leaned down, kissing her with a passion and fervor he had been wanting to give for months. “We’ll go slow, okay? Nothing rough. We can work up to that… if you still want… if you never want all that again, that’s more than okay.”

Sam couldn’t say for sure if she’d want that again, she was too busy trying to get through this. She kept flashing back to Jordan: in her apartment, the party in high school… but she wanted this.

Marc unbuttoned her pajama top, kissing down every bit of skin revealed to him before helping her out of the top. He sat back in aw, stunned by the beautiful girl beneath him. She loved him, trusted him, wanted him. She had been worried about her hair, her weight, all the ways she had changed since the attack, but Sam was everything to him. She was perfect. 

And she was shaking.

Marc…

I see, buddy.

“Sam…” 

“Marc, no” Sam pulled him to her, keeping him close and rutting her body up against him. It was eerily similar to when she and Steven almost slept together the first time, when she was trying to get him to ignore the scars on her chest. It was funny, the way Marc and Steven mirrored each other. “Please-”

“I don’t think this is a good idea”

“Marc, c’mon” Sam attempted to pull down his pants, pawing at him in desperation.

“Brightside-”

Christ…

She pressed distressed kisses to his mouth and neck. “Don’t ‘brightside’ me, Marc, please? I just-” She let go of him, letting him pull away

“I’m not doing this when you’re shaking, Sam!”

“I just want to get it over with!”

Oh jesus… What did he do to her…

Marc sat back as Sam covered her chest with the blanket, dodging his eyes. Marc felt a strange mixture of guilty, hurt, and pity. He thought maybe, just maybe, she was getting better, that she was ready. No, Sam was just trying to get over a hump. 

“Sam… this isn’t something you just… get over with.” a twist of disgust mixed into his feelings. “Is that why you went with me instead of Steven?”

“Marc, no, that’s not-”

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice how uncomfortable you were?” A paused as he connected dots. “Or did you think I would be horny enough to ignore it” Marc spat, indignant.

“Starlight, no!” Sam sat up, reaching out for him. She stopped when he flinched. It was small, quick. He might not even noticed it, but she did. She touched his leg. “It’s not like that. I love you both, I want you both. I just… I didn’t mean get it over with like that…”

Marc softened a bit. “What did you mean? Because you know, you know Steven and I would never want you to feel like you have to…”

“I know, baby. I know” Sam shifted in the bed, sinking back down and practically hiding under the covers. “I miss you. That’s it.” Sam’s eyes started tearing up as she softly smiled at him. “I miss the closeness, I miss our bodies being together, I miss feeling like there was no way to be closer. I love you two. And I miss it. I want… I want that back.” She pleaded with him, wanting so badly to feel his skin on hers, to feel him inside her. “He…” Sam took a shaky breath. “Steven probably told you… but he… his hands were…”

Marc stiffened, but his face relaxed to her. “He told me”

“I feel like… I feel like he owns my body. I don’t want it to belong to him, I want it to belong to both of you.”

Marc put his hands on her thighs, hanging his head for a moment while he fought back tears. He wish he had done it. He wish it wasn’t Jake, that it was him, that she had strangled him slowly, that Marc could feel the life leave him… He looked back up at her when he thought he could see her pretty face without crying. She could still see the shine in his eyes. “Sam… Your body doesn’t belong to him… or me, or Steven. It belongs to you.”

Sam closed her eyes at that, smiling a bit. “I love you, Marc. So much.”

“I love you too, Brightside” Please, Marc- “Steven says he loves you too.”

Opening her eyes, Sam’s smile brightened. “I love you too, Steven… Please, Marc, I still want this.”

Marc considered her. Steven, I have an idea Now isn’t the time for your wild sexcapades. Trust me, okay? …Okay. Yeah, alright mate.

“Sam, have you touched yourself since it happened?”

She winced. “No…”

“Okay.” Marc sighed, rubbing Sam’s bent legs as she looked up at him. “I want you to touch yourself for me.”

There was a pause, Sam scoffing just a bit. “Really? I never really… I didn’t even really do that before you and Steven”

Marc nodded. “I want you to touch yourself, get to know your boy again. It belongs to you, no one else. I’ll be here, walking you through it. Then, if you still want to,” He emphasized with a raised eyebrow. “Steven will take over. If any point you want to stop, slow down, or you’d rather Steven or me, you tell us. No one is gonna be hurt or offended.” Marc leaned over to touch her cheek, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “There is nothing you can do wrong with this, okay? It’s all about you.”

Sam nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing her lover deeply. The tension in her body dissipating, she relaxed to his touch, feeling safe in their arms. Marc pulled back, sitting back on his legs. “Can I watch you, pretty girl?”

Sam smiled nervously, but nodded, pulling back the blanket and revealing herself to him. She slipped a hand under the soft material of her pants, chest rising as she slid her hand over her wet core. “Take off my pants, baby?”

Marc hooked the waistband and pulled down, Sam lifting her hips up to ease his efforts. Marc’s breath hitched at the sight of her, fingers exploring over her dripping cunt, chest rising and falling. “Beautiful… Just… god, baby.” She’s stunning… “Run your hands over your body for me, feel yourself.”

Eyes carefully watching him, Sam did as she was old.

“Close your eyes, focus on the touch of your hands.”

Closing her eyes, it was like her other senses awakened. Sam caressed her curves, down her legs, back up, cupping her breast. A small whimper escaped her as she toyed with her nipples, hips bucking against nothing.

“So beautiful, I hope you know that… Can you fuck yourself for me? Please?” Marc begged. “I want to watch your fingers in your pretty pussy” Marc could help himself. Spitting on his right hand, his left took his cock out from the confines of his pants. Sam let out a moan, the sight of him touching himself to the mere sight of her too much to handle. Another escaped her mouth as she dipped her fingers inside her cunt, breath hitching at the forgein feeling.

“Are you doing okay, Sweetheart.

Steven

“Yes, Sunshine” She smiled up at him. “Yeah I’m doing good” With them, she always felt so warm, so safe… Her other hand found her clit, and she felt herself clench around her fingers. Fuck, this felt good, real good. Why hadn’t she done this before? The obvious answer being Sam could never get herself off, especially not on the meds. But right now, she felt close. Maybe it was the sight of Steven before her, touching himself, lips parted and panting heavily with his pretty eyes heavily lidded. Maybe it was the fact she was safe, relaxed, even under his intense gaze. Sam pumped her fingers faster, the heat in her stomach building up. The way he looked at her, the way they always looked at her, like she was the entire world to them. Maybe she was.

“I-I think I’m close”

A switch. “Good girl. You can come whenever you're ready.” Marc’s brows pinched together, trying to hold back his own release. “Such a good girl for us, our pretty little thing.”

“M-Marc- UGNH” Back arched, her orgasm rushed threw her, and it took everything in Marc not to come right there at the sight of her own cum leaking out of her pussy finger her fingers were still inside, movements slow but steady.

“Marc? Baby?” Sam whimpered for him.

Marc dove in for a kiss, wet and sloppy but so full of love. “Yes, baby?” One hand moving to feel her the way he’d be longing too for months, the other touching her cheek with reverence.

“Need you, please?”

A kiss between her furrowed brow, he looked at her. She had relaxed, softened, no longer looking nervous like before. I think she’s ready, mate. 

“Okay baby, here’s Steven” Marc kissed her as he relinquished control to his alter. Steven’s hands went to that sopping wet spot between her legs, moaning into her mouth. “You’ll tell me if you want to stop, yeah?” Steven pushed his pants all the way off his hips and down his legs, Sam’s hands going straight for his ass, grinding him into her.

“Ngh,, mmm I will sunshine, I promise”

“Can I taste you, love?” Steve asked.

“After? Just want you, need you in me, please?”

“Anything for you.” Steven took her mouth again, swallowing the moans that erupted from her as Steven entered her, soft and slow. Stopped when he was fully sheathed in her.

“Move, please” Sam rutted against him, needing friction.

Steven gave her what she asked for, his hips snapping into her carefully.”Beautiful, darling. Just, fuck-ugh- just perfect, you feel perfect.” Steven muttered into her, Sam felt her second orgasm building approaching quickly. 

“Feel so good, Sunshine, I’ve missed you so much” Sam began sucking into his neck, making him whimper. “Missed those pretty sounds you make, Steven.”

“I’m here, always here, Sweetheart.”

Steven held her close, skin to skin, feeling her heart beating against him. After everything, she was here, she was alive, she was safe. Feeling her warmth envelope around him, walls flutter against his member.

“Marc?” She asked, gripping his shoulder.

Marc took over. “Right here, Brightside, you okay?”

Sam deeply kissed him, tasting his tongue with hers. “Yeah, Starlight, I’m great, just wanted to feel you too”

Marc sat back, watching in aw as her tits bounced with every thrust, her dark waved sprawled around the pillow framing her pretty face like a dark halo. “Could never get enough of this sight…” Marc mumbled, to himself or to Stevn or to her, he didn’t know.

Sam reached down to touch herself, Marc felt her tight around him.

“Steven?”

“Right here love.” Steven’s body rejoined hers, entangled up in a mess of sweat and skin, she focused on the feeling of Steven speeding up, chasing his high, filling her. 

“Steven!” When the orgasm came, Sam all but bit into Steven’s shoulder. She felt him spill into her, but wasn’t aware of much else, besides Steven’s sweet praises in her ear. Steven, as promised, moved down her body, cleaning her up with his tounge and bringing her another, small orgasm.

She fell asleep in his arms, Steven and Marc alternating who held her, telling her how loved she was.

When Jake woke up in the middle of the night, he immediately noticed Sam wasn’t in the bed. This was odd. He doesn’t usually wake up unless there is something that needed to be done, something wrong. He didn’t like coming to in the middle of the night, he had no desire to feel himself wake up with a naked girl next to him. Well, not in this circumstance. Not with Sam. They weren’t like that. Jake looked at the bathroom door. Open, dark. She wasn’t there. His senses perked up.

“Marc, Steven.”

Nothing.

Guys! He shouted in the headspace, bringing the men to the forefront.

What’s happening? What do you do?

Where’s Sam?

“Something’s wrong.”

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CLIIIIIFER ANGER, HANGING FROM A CLIIIIIIFFF! Thats why he's caaaaalled, cliff hanger! (ok who grew up watching In Between the Lions)

Okay besties, 4 chapters left! do you think I can wrap up this nonsense fic in 4 chapters?!?!

I'll try to get one chapter out a week. In the meantime, be sure to read my triple frontier chaptered story, Leather and Lace

As well as my heavily Marc Moon Knight story, Seattle.

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[softieekayy]

Comfort

Steven grant x Shivangi x Marc Spector

Word count: 1077

Shivangi stood in front of what she believed was Marc’s door, a paper clutched in her leather gloves hand and the other holding onto her suitcase. She checked the address twice before she was sure it was correct, now, she was nervous. Thoughts of Marc not wanting her there invaded her mind before she shrugged them off. Knocking on the door three times before an accented voice came from inside. That was not Marc. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion before the door was swung open by Marc who looked as confused as she did.

“Marc?” Shivangi’s voice was hesitant as she questioned the man who looked like him. “Er, can I help you?” He was kind, that was a given. “Are you not Marc Spector? Or a sibling of his? You see, he gave me this address to come to when I came to London but now I don’t know where he is and I’m standing in front of a man who looks just like him and I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name.” Her little rant was cut short when she realized that she hadn’t given her name to the man and she didn’t know his either. “I’m Shivangi, a friend of Marc’s.” Extending her hand out for him to grasp onto in a loose handshake. “Steven Grant.” God, could his voice get any sweeter than it was. “Oh” was all she could before she could turn around to leave, Steven grasped onto her upper arm and pulled her into the apartment. “Oh dear! I'm so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” His voice was squeaky as he apologized to her and all Shivangi could do was pat his shoulder before giving him a soft smile.

“So uh- have you got a place to stay?” At this, Shivangi blanked out. She was supposed to stay here with Marc but now she wasn’t so sure. Steven being the sweetheart that he is, he mentioned that the apartment next to him is empty and that a book store near his work was hiring. Shivangi beamed up at Steven and he swore that his heart skipped a few beats. He was already falling for this woman. They both went downstairs to talk to the landlord, who didn’t care much about who moved in. It was a quick deal, Shivangi showed all the necessary paperwork and paid the deposit and a month's rent up front. She had money, too much of it. Some given to her by Layla and the rest that was left to her from her parents. Steve helped Shivangi with her suitcases and bid her a small goodbye at the door, putting his hand forward for a handshake, Shivangi pulled him into a hug. Steven was overcome by the scent of Sandalwood and Jasmine. It was a soothing scent, there was also a hint of incense buried deep in her hair. Shivangi was calming, like the rainfall on an early Saturday morning.

It was two weeks after that she was in her apartment when she heard loud pounding in her door. Quickly getting up and stumbling around, Shivangi reached the door only to find Marc in front of her. Shivangi pulled Marc inside quickly before seating him on her couch and sitting down beside him. There was an air of awkwardness that surrounded the two for a split second. It vanished just as quick though. “So uh, I assume you met Steven.” Shivangi giggled at this, he was very helpful. “Yes I did, I have an idea as to who he is, Marc but I’d like to hear it from you” Shivangi stood up now, walking over to the dead flowers in her kitchen. She frowned before taking the flowers in her hand and muttering something under her breath. They were alive again, as if they were recently plucked. Marc watched Shivangi in amazement. She truly could give life to anything and everything.

Turning around towards Marc, Shivangi waited for him to speak. “Steven, he’s something I created. When I was young, I didn’t have the best childhood, my mom, she was abusive. I created Steven to get away from that. To believe that a part of me still loved her.” Shivangi frowned at this, walking over and pulling Marc into the tightest hug he’s been in. He didn’t even realize before he was sobbing into Shivangi’s shoulder. The younger girl was basically sitting in his lap as he caressed her hands through his hair. 20 minutes later Marc was sound asleep in her arms. He looked youthful, with less worry on his face. Shivangi laid him down to sleep on the couch, throwing her favourite blanket atop of him before walking into the kitchen and getting started on dinner.

Two hours later Marc woke up to a really mouthwatering smell coming from the kitchen. He got up with the blanket still wrapped around him and walked towards the kitchen. Shivangi was there. Her hair was tied up in a claw clip, a few loose strands of hair framing her face and she had an all white ensemble going on. Marc cleared his throat and caused Shivangi to jump. The shorter woman turned around to glare at him before directing him to sit down and that dinner was ready. It was butter chicken and roti with some rice. Marc was drooling at the smell of the food, he would eat anything made by Shivangi, even if it killed him. Shivangi served him a plate before serving herself and sitting across from him.

She gestured to eat and he did. Marc moaned out from pleasure, this food, it was heaven sent. Just like Shivangi was. It was absolutely delicious. Marc looked up to Shivangi only to see her bright smile as she took a bite of the food. It truly was delicious. After dinner, Shivangi pulled out dessert and it shocked Marc how much she could do in two hours. Kunafa, an Egyptian dessert stuffed with cream.

It was delicious. Marc and Shivangi didn’t talk much, throughout the night. She pulled him to the couch where she put on a bad horror movie to laugh at. 4 hours and 3 movies later, both of them were passed out on the couch. Marc lay down with Shivangi directly on top of him like a weighted blanket. Shivangi has pulled up the blanket on both of them a while ago. It was a comforting night, exactly what Marc needed.

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[borkybawnes]

i HATE THISSSSSSSDS

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[clevercorvidae]

anyways Steven Grabt so autism swag

#idk if thats intended or not