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mlqueen89 · 9 months ago

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Pairing: Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley x OFC

Word Count: 5,042

Tags & Warnings: violence & mentions of violence (blame Jake) but relatively PG-13.

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, touch her and die, one-shot.

Summary: In which Steven’s crush becomes a mutual moon boy crush.

A/N: So this thing started out as a random thought I had about Steven “pebbling” when he likes someone. It turned into this.

Sorry, not sorry. I’ll turn my mind back to the things I promised I’d do after this brief, but cool thing I did. Look, it’s shiny.

Be kiiiiind, I’ve watched Moon Knight exactly two times, once when I told my partner that I wouldn’t watch it without him but did anyway and then the next time when I had to pretend to be surprised by the episodes when he inevitably wanted to watch it. If anyone gets the Latte Macchiato reference in relation to the moon boys, you’ll be my best friend forever.

Steven Grant felt more like Steven Grant than he had in a very very long time.

That was, if he didn’t count actively thinking about himself in the third person and that there was no way he could hide the fact he walked three blocks out of his way to go to this coffee shop every morning for almost a month.

Especially not from them.

The bell over the front door was tinkling before Marc, ever present, ever watchful, ever knowing, chimed in, Steven catching his reflection in the glass of the door. You know we know what you're thinking, right?

Steven smiled nervously, more to himself, and less to anyone in particular, as he tucked in at the end of the line three people long.

“Not now. I'm getting coffee,” Steven rasped, thankful the din of the small shop masked his whispers.

You sure about that?

Steven hated how smug Marc sounded.

He never let Steven be when it came to women. Especially beautiful women. Wasn’t it enough that Steven was painfully awkward on his own? He didn’t need Marc’s help messing it up, he was perfectly capable of doing that on his own.

Three weeks. It had taken Steven three weeks to work up the courage to order a coffee here, from her.

Three weeks of walking to the front door, apologizing for being in the way as people tried to get in and out while Marc told him this was a dumb idea.

Three weeks of talking to himself in the shower, creating a conversation that never existed because he couldn’t bring himself to walk through the door.

Three weeks of almosts and maybes and Marc telling him to get it together. So here he was, now, finally getting coffee.

Steven stepped up to the counter his eyes focused on the petite brunette behind the till, the green apron she wore hiding a vintage AC/DC shirt just underneath, the ink of hidden tattoos peeking out from under her sleeves.

“Hi, hiya-” Steven cleared his throat, his eyes searching for a name tag quickly, “… uhm?”

“Ami - like Amy, but Ah-mee,” Ami smiled a smile that reached her eyes, pushed them up in the corners, accentuating the almond shape of them. Ami smiled like she hadn’t spent her whole life explaining her name instead of choosing one that would have been pronounced properly—Beth or Milly or Emma. “Hi, Steven.”

Steven started, “I —uh.” She knew his name? How could she know his name?

Ami quietly tapped the front of her own name tag and Steven’s eyes drew down to the one clipped to his shirt, peeking out from under his own jacket. Right. Of course.

“What can I get for you?” Ami said, the sound of her smile in her voice.

“I uhm—a coffee?”

Marc snort-chuckled in his mind and Steven wished he could bring his eyes to meet the vision of Marc hanging around in the reflective surface of the shiny coffee machine. Three weeks of shower auditions and you didn’t think this far ahead? Order a black coffee, get out of her hair, it’s her job to smile at you.

“I don’t want a black coffee.”

“No black coffee. Got it.” Ami’s voice was light, cheerful and it had Steven’s imagination chugging along at speed as she chewed the inside of her cheek in thought, her eyes studying him, analyzing.

Was she always this cheerful in the morning? If she looked hard enough, could she see Marc, sarcastic and perpetually perturbed and Jake, dark and dangerous, sitting behind his eyes? Steven wondered.

“How about I surprise you then?”

Steven nodded and shifted his weight. “I like surprises.” Steven didn’t like surprises named Marc or Jake, didn’t like surprises that shared his body and moved him around like a puppet, an unseen hand wiggling around his insides.

Ami drummed her fingers on the register for a moment, her eyes moving to search the ether for a moment longer before she made a small noise that sounded like a eureka moment. “I’ve got it. You seem like a latte macchiato kind of guy.”

Steven smiled, a shaky kind of smile that he felt would look encouraging. Latte macchiato sounded nice.

Ami moved to the machine with too many handles and buttons, sweeping around behind the counter as she made the drink. Steven moved with her on the other side of the counter, watched her curiously as she concentrated on making the drink.

“The Eye of Horus,” Ami’s eyes didn’t lift from the stirring and pouring she was busy doing. It wasn’t a question, more of an observation, but her casual tone caught Steven off-guard.

Your geek pin, genius. Marc chimed in as Steven faltered, his eyes searching the speckled countertop.

“Oh,” Steven reached up to the small triangle pin stuck to the breast pocket of his coat and touched it, reminding himself that it was there, tapping it twice. “Yes, right. Yeah. Protection and health. Can’t ever get enough of those, am I right?” His laugh was only a bit dry, but nervous.

Steven bit his tongue before he launched into a deeper explanation. Marc had told him that the yammering on about ancient Egyptian deities, minor and/or major, was off-putting. People didn’t like it.

Part of Steven wondered if Marc only said that because Layla had liked it.

Reflection Marc flipped him off.

Ami’s voice shook him from the scowl he fixed at the shiny surface of the steaming machine. “I loved Egyptology when I was a kid. Even took an elective in first year Uni.” Ami smiled up at him then, grabbing a lid for his coffee and pressing it on top. “Almost liked it more than my journalism course.”

Steven smiled in response as Ami pushed the cup across the counter at him. “Here you go, latte macchiato Steven.”

Could we— Steven’s small voice itched at Marc’s right temple, scratched only in the way that it was annoying, in a way that wore a person down, a spoon digging a prison escape over the course of months. Just to say hi?

It had been three days since the last time Steven had shuffled his way into Ami’s coffee shop and ordered another latte macchiato. Three days since Ami waved enthusiastically when she saw him walk through the door. Steven had worn the Bastet pin, backed by a colourful lotus flower and an ankh, the one from the gift shop, the one he’d asked Marion to bring in because cats sold well.

Everyone likes cats, Marion. Steven had reasoned, pointing it out on the order form as he slid it across Marion the Merch Manager’s desk. Steven smiled in his Steven way, sparing a small, awkward, aww as he pointed to the framed photo on Marion’s desk—her miniature pinscher, Rufus Sewell, dressed as Rick O’Connell from that movie Steven had grimaced through, but secretly liked.

Had there been an ulterior motive to approach unapproachable Marion with his disarming awkwardness? Of course—Ami liked cats; Steven had noticed the small cat tattoo curled on her skin near her elbow.

When Ami pinned the enamel Bastet to her apron, her small squeal of surprise and the resulting radiating smile were well worth the trouble he’d gone through with Marion, immediately justifying any continued false interest in min pin Rufus Sewell’s ridiculous costumes. Steven’s heart soared; the feeling astronomical.

“Not today, pal,” Marc muttered, his hands stuffed into his pockets and the baseball cap pulled down low over his eyes as he threw a glance over his shoulder for any sign of the tail he had managed to shake, careful not to look up into the coffee shop as he passed.

What about that pin from the new exhibit? Jake’s voice was more pronounced, unmistakable in the attention it demanded. Marc likened Jake to the feeling of an oncoming migraine, one that caused his ears to ring, punch drunk. The bird -.

Thoth, Steven gently corralled Jake toward the correct answer, represents wisdom and writing – very gentle. His wife, Sesh -

Marc rolled his eyes. Hard.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, you too?”

Marc wasn’t surprised that Steven had tripped over his dick on the coffee shop girl. What was surprising, was that Jake “cold as fucking ice, shoot you in the face to say ‘howdy’” Lockley, was, apparently, following suit.

Ami, Steven corrected, curtly. The vision of Ami moving carefully behind the counter in the coffee shop, hair that escaped her messy bun floating around her face, bloomed in Marc’s mind. She has a name.

Que linda, Jake murmured in agreement, his voice husky, marveling in a way that had Marc conjuring his own visions of Ami—her skin bare and soft under his touch, the granite countertop in his apartment under her as he stood between her legs, his mouth roaming, tasting her tattoos.

“Can we focus, please?” Marc shook his head to dissipate the vision, loosening the cloud from his mind, willing the feeling that stirred within him to dissolve just as quickly. It was a miracle he was able to get anything done with Steven and Jake knocking around in there, waxing poetic about a girl.

Call him Marc the “Last Bastion of Fucking Sanity” (hitherto referred as “LBFS”) Spector, but Marc wouldn’t fall for the cute coffee shop girl with the dimples and the tattoos. He was digging his heels in hard – he’d pull them all back from the edge before he let them drag him over the cliff with them.

See, you’ve noticed too. Steven’s itchy voice was gleefully smug.

Marc hated it—hated that he was right. Hated that when he looked up and through the plate glass window as he passed the store front, he could see Ami laughing with a colleague. Hated that when she looked up and caught his eye and waved, smile wide and genuine and her dimples… dimpling, he could feel himself smiling back. Above all, Marc hated that he didn’t hate it all that much.

Marc’s stomach flopped as Jake growled something inappropriate, he didn’t quite catch, and his eyes quickly drew back to the sidewalk.

It was the next Thursday in September before Steven found his way through the door of the coffee shop again; the Thoth enamel pin wrapped in the palm of his clammy hand.

Just give her the pin, get your coffee and ask her out. Marc coached with a huff.

Steven nodded, quite literally to himself, as he stood in the line three people deep, shifting nervously.

“Pin. Coffee. Ask.” Steven counted the steps on his fingers carefully as Marc groaned, a sound that would have come with a face palm.

Marc had argued in the mirror the night before that he should have been the one fronting when they approached Ami.

“Out of all of us,” Marc gestured dramatically, shuffling about, sniffing shirts and tossing them aside when they didn’t pass the test, “I’m the only one who’s been married.”

Marc picked up a cigar cutter from a small table beside the couch, dried cigar clippings stuck to the blades and littering the floor beneath. “Are you smoking this shit again?”

Jake chuckled dryly, pointedly ignoring Marc’s question, his dark eyes following Marc’s rushed pick up of the space below the brim of the newsboy hat. You’re also the only one of us who’s been divorced, hermano.

Steven sat quietly in the reflection of the apartment, but his bottom lip jutted out and his head titled to the side as if Jake’s point couldn’t be argued.

I mean, Steven shrugged, he does have a fair point. Reflection Steven absently picked lint off the leg of his trousers, seemingly uninterested in the conversation at hand.

“How many times do I have to say it—that was a mutual separation!” Marc huffed, throwing his hands up before he stalked off to wash a plate in the kitchen sink for the third time, Steven hanging around over the reflection of Marc’s shoulder.

“Don’t make that face at me.”

What face? Steven asked, making the face. This – this is just my face.

“That -” Marc jabbed in the direction of Steven’s reflection with a soapy finger, eyebrow cocked, “that face.”

When Steven woke in the morning, in control, he knew Marc had agreed—at least partially. Steven would front.

“Pin. Coffee. As—” Steven was going through the list again, touching the tip of each finger with his thumb, his eyes on the heels of the person in line in front of him, when the shouting began.

“Listen, bitch.” A man in a pressed suit was immediately aggressive, his stubby fingers reaching across the counter to flick the name tag pinned to her apron, “Ay-mee. I’m missing my 9 o’clock meeting for this shit.”

Puta madre.

Steven could feel Jake bristle somewhere in the back of his mind, the tingling feeling of brain freeze, as he jostled for dominance, willed Steven to step in.

Jake always felt like an attack dog on a short leash. Today, that leash felt especially short and the post stuck in the ground meant to keep Jake Lockley on a leash, behind the nice white fence that was Steven’s barely held together control, wobbled in the metaphorical dirt.

“I don’t take fucking oat milk.”

Pressed Suit slid the drink across the counter at Ami so hard that it wobbled and tipped, the plastic lid popping off and spilling hot oat milk coffee toward Ami.

“How many times I gotta tell you and my stupid air-headed fucking assistant? Do it again and don’t fuck it up.”

He’s gonna take something else is a hot fucking minute. Marc leaned on the fence of Steven’s control, the old man with the shotgun stepping off the porch. Give me the body, Steven. Let me have a chat with this piece of shit.

“No.” Steven whispered, his fist tightening around the pin in his hand until its sharp edges stung, a reminder that he was in control. “No. I can—I can handle this.” Steven squared his shoulders as he stepped out of his place in line, inflating himself with a false sense of bravado.

What Would Marc Do? Steven thought, what would Marc do?

Steven sized the man up, eyes scanning the too-tight tailored suit and height. Taller than him by at least a head; his arms suggested he saw the inside of a gym more than two times every four years, on purpose and not because he had to use the bathroom before he made it to work.

Steven. Listen to me. You don’t got this, pal. Marc was shaking the metaphorical bars as Jake seethed, ready to break his bonds and stage a coup d’etat. If Marc were Steven, Steven would give the body to Marc.

“Steven’s got this.” Steven muttered under his breath, walking past Marc’s reflection in the shiny coffee machine, “Steven’s handling—”

“What the fuck do you want?”

The man with the stubby fingers and the throbbing neck vein and the Bluetooth bud sticking out of his ear spat as Steven approached with a tentative, awkward wave.

“You here to trouble-shoot this moron, man purse?”

His eyes touched on Steven’s satchel before he motioned at Ami behind the counter as she wiped up the spilled coffee as her co-worker scuttled behind the counter, remaking the drink.

Ami didn’t look up at him, but Steven could see the redness in her ears, the way her fingers trembled as they gripped the coffee-soaked rag. “Ami?”

Ami’s eyes darted up, catching Steven’s careful ones and he could see then that there were tears welling up and threatening to spill. She offered him a small smile, one that moved her lips, but didn’t reach her eyes. Steven’s heart broke in two and ignited a fire, three-alarmed and white hot in his mind.

“Oh, Ami—” he hummed, his eyes softening.

“Talk to me, I’m talking to you.” The man pressed two fingers into Steven’s chest, pushing him back so that he stumbled over his own feet, bumping into the person standing next in line. The Thoth pin he’d been holding dropped to the floor and skittered under a nearby table as his hands searched for something to brace himself against.

“Bollocks—” Steven made a move to pick it up, leaned forward to chase it where it had fallen under the table closest to the counter.

Eyes up, this is an eyes up situation, Steven. Marc warned in the back of Steven’s mind.

He could tell how badly Marc wanted to front, the way Steven’s fists flexed at his sides told him as much.

To be fair, Marc was more experienced in this area of life—Steven didn’t have Mercenary on his CV, he barely had Fist of Khonshu under the “Summary of Qualifications” header. As he tipped forward, Steven’s eyes focused on the shine of the Thoth pin under the table, he’d have to get it later.

“Just thought that you might, I dunno—” Steven hated how small his voice sounded now as he straightened up, how appeasing he was trying to be.

He’d once heard on an online instructional self-defense video how, when faced with a situation wherein you had the disadvantage, being reasonable was the best way to navigate.

“—Maybe just get coffee somewhere else? Just if —you know —”

The man chuckled and half-turned away and for a moment, Steven thought he’d handled the situation with grace, channeling the instructional video’s vibe. He’d have to leave a nice comment on the video after work.

Steven!

Marc’s voice rang out in his head and Steven flinched only slightly at the sound before he noticed the man had turned back to him, his balled fist aimed straight at Steven’s jaw. When it connected, bone on bone, Steven didn’t feel the pain, didn’t feel the way the momentum knocked him back.

In that moment the dam within him broke. Steven could sense it. The lightness just before a fainting spell, the tinny whine skewing the sounds of the coffee shop, the airy feeling just before he lost control of his own body, another hand taking over the marionette, pulling the strings— his conciousness was being usurped.

Whether it was Marc or Jake who had finally broken free, he couldn’t know.

For Pressed Suit’s sake, he hoped it was Marc.

Steven fell back, back and back until his head met the edge of the counter, a dull thud and then the sway of his vision before he sunk into blackness.

Marc had broken through first despite Jake’s efforts after Steven had lost consciousness.

When Marc came to, on the floor of the coffee shop, his head cradled on Ami’s folded legs, Jake had retreated to a far corner of Marc’s mind. Quietly, he seethed, plotted. Waited until Marc stumbled into their apartment and fell asleep, icepack wedged between his pillow and the back of his skull.

From there, Jake wasted no time.

Pressed Suit Man had been easy to find.

It almost came as a bit of a disappointment to Jake as he watched the man hop skip down the steps of his brownstone, briefly look both ways as he crossed the street and slipped into the back of Jake’s yellow cab. Jake felt his grip tighten on the wheel, the cap pulled low over his eyes as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across his face.

“I’ve got a dinner meeting at Capaldi’s on 7th.”

Pressed Suit grunted as he shifted in the back seat, his eyes focused on the phone gripped in his beefy hands, his pinky ring catching a bit of light that shone in through the back seat in the twilight. “Get me there in 10 and I’ll make sure you get a nice tip.”

Jake nodded without a word and without looking back, pulling the brim of his hat further down over his bruised face, Steven’s bruised face. Quietly, he pulled away from the curb and entered the throng of traffic.

By the time his passenger had noticed that something was amiss, Jake had already pulled off the turnpike, the tires dropping off the road onto the gravel under the overpass.

“Hey asshole,” Pressed Suit was hammering on the plexiglass divider, his fat fingers wedging between the sliding piece of the separation as Jake calmly shifted the cab into park. “Does this look like fucking 7th to you, dipshit?”

The man fumed as Jake popped open his driver door and stepped out, taking a few steps back so that he was a good distance back from the yellow cab.

In the back seat, Pressed Suit shifted with some difficulty, rattling the handle on the inside of the car, his face growing redder and redder with each passing moment.

Jake huffed, impatiently, shaking his arm so that the sleeve of his jacket fell back, exposing the face of his watch.

There was a low crack and muffled cursing, and Jake looked up to see the man with the door handle, broken off in his hand, using it to hit the glass.

Above them, cars whizzed past on the freeway—the isolation of this place nearly absolute.

“Cerdo impaciente,” Jake murmured before he took a deep breath and shrugged. Stepping toward the door to the backseat, just as the man inside began to throw his weight against it. The car rocked with his efforts and Jake wrenched open the door just as the man threw another shoulder at it.

With his own momentum, the man tumbled out, landing in a puddle just outside the door, his large frame sopping wet as he struggled to push himself out of the stagnant, dirty water.

Jake didn’t wait for his passenger to compose himself. Fisting the back of his dress shirt, Jake threw the man forward onto the dry gravel, where he landed with a grunt.

“What the fu—,” the man peered up at Jake in the dim light, the glow of the cab’s headlights the only source of light under the overpass.

Jake moved smoothly to the man’s side, reaching into his coat pocket and producing the butterfly knife he’d tucked there before leaving the apartment. With a flourish, he opened the knife, burying it in the back of the man’s beefy calf, just above the ankle. A quick slice and the muted sound of a ‘snap’ like a rubber band told him he’d hit his target. The Achilles tendon, severed.

The scream that followed satisfied Jake, the sound of it clawing at a deep itch that had begged to be scratched for so long.

He deserved it, Jake told himself. He deserved much more than what he had planned for him, this sad excuse for a man.

The man’s screams turned hoarse as Jake folded the knife carefully, slowly and reached into his inner breast pocket to trade it for something else.

The man scrambled, his one good leg pushing his large frame against the body of the cab until he was sitting upright, cowering.

“Wait—wait, I—” he outstretched his hand, a pitiful attempt to shield himself. “I’ll give you money, you want money, right? The tip I told you about before? I’ll give it to you, a hundred-fold, I just—”

Quietly, as the man bargained, Jake pulled out a cigar from his inner breast pocket, rolling it between his fingers. He paused for another moment before he reached into the pocket at his hop and pulled out the small cigar trimmer.

“On the contrary. I have a ‘nice tip’ for you, cobarde,” Jake murmured, carefully snipping the end off as he spoke. “When you speak to a lady, show some respect.”

“What?” The man sounded almost surprised, and Jake looked up from under the brim of the hat he’d tucked down over his eyes.

“Respect.” Jake repeated the word, slowly, carefully, his voice just on the edge of warning.

“Who sent you, was it—it was my assistant, wasn’t it?” The man had lowered his hand slightly now, unsure of what would come next. “I swear to fucking Christ, she’s fucking dead.”

“Cuidadoso...” Jake warned again, his tone still even as the man continued to curse about his assistant. “Respect.”

“Her whole fucking family —I’m going to have them deported for this.” The man was seething now, his situation momentarily forgotten in the misplaced anger he held for his poor assistant. “I’ll destroy her and then when she begs me not to —”

Jake didn’t wait for the man to finish, didn’t provide him with another warning. Swiftly, he reached forward, hand snapping out, fingers closing around the man’s wrist and tugging forward. With a sharp twist of the man’s arm, Jake slotted Pressed Suit’s pinky finger into the cigar trimmer, just past the first knuckle. Without hesitation, Jake squeezed, the blades pressing down into flesh until the resistance was gone, a report of the satisfying snip at the end of the cut.

The man’s scream was drowned out by an eighteen-wheeler thumping over the roadway overhead. As he writhed, Jake pulled out a white handkerchief from the lapel pocket of his long duster jacket, crouching to gather the dismembered digit, folding it away in the pocket of his coat.

Patiently, Jake waited for the man to compose himself, the ebb of blood running down his wrist darkening the man’s dress shirt.

“If you ever think about harming another woman,” Jake started, his voice even, calm, eyes locked on the man’s as he whimpered. “I will know, and I will come back for another.”

Jake Lockley’s eyes drew down pointedly to Pressed Suit’s large belt buckle.

“A latte macchiato is one part espresso, one part cream, and one part milk dollop,” Marc murmured, scrolling through his phone and reading aloud from the mommy blog recipe page he’d found.

When Marc had woken up the next morning, his body aching, head pounding, eye still swollen and his lip split, he noticed the small speck of blood on his neck that couldn’t have been his.

When he’d stripped off another layer of clothing to get into the shower, he’d been able to connect more tiny flecks of blood spatter just under his chin with his eyes as though they were constellations.

“What did you do?” he muttered, eyes hard, hands grasping the edge of the porcelain sink as he stood in front of the chipped mirror in the tiny bathroom, his grey sweatpants slung low on his hips.

Took care of the problem. Jake’s response was casual, as if it was natural and fine, as though the information was on a need-to-know basis.

“Fuck.”

Marc’s head rolled forward, chin to chest. It made his eye throb as the blood rushed forward, his eyes staring at the pristine white of the porcelain, focusing on where the hard water had dripped from the tap and stained the otherwise perfect white with a teardrop shape of yellow. “Are we going to have to move again?”

Move? I don’t think we need to get too hasty— Steven’s voice was two tones too high. We just moved here—I like this place.

No need to move. I was careful. There is no evidence to connect us with— Jake began, his words slow, drawn out.

Marc’s eyes drifted to his hands, a stain of soot on the webbing between his thumb and index finger drawing his attention. It took a beat for the pieces to come together and when they did, Marc rushed to the decorative fireplace in the living room and fell to his knees in front of it.

Quickly, his hands moved aside the false logs stacked there and came away soot stained black.

They’d have to fucking move.

Blood spatter and now this: evidence that something had been burned here.

Relax, amigo. Jake’s voice rolled up in the back of Marc’s head, smooth like the slither of a snake. There’s nothing left to find. I didn’t kill him. I wanted to kill him. I could have killed him, but I didn’t.

“Am I supposed to say, ‘thank you’?” Marc’s chest was heaving, his sooty hands running through his hair and smearing the ash down his face when his hands passed over his eyes and down his cheeks.

Might be considerate. Jake replied after a beat of silence.

Marc kicked himself for teaching Jake about how to be considerate, because it meant that Jake could easily turn it back on Marc. Which he did—more often than Marc cared for. Marc was swearing off self-help books on co-existence with “difficult” personalities. Marc didn’t think the authors of the books he was reading meant “personalities” in the actual sense which Marc co-existed with them.

Once he was showered and dressed, Marc turned his mind to recreating the latte macchiato. He wouldn’t be going back to that coffee place for at least a month, maybe two.

The machine hissed, emitting a puff of steam that sounded like the squeal of a beast that protested being tamed. Marc jumped back; his arms pulled in.

I think we can probably go back to the coffee place now? Steven chanced, his tone hopeful in a way that only Steven could be in a situation like this. Ami texted us twice about meeting up—

“I just think we should lay low for a bit,” Marc interrupted Steven as he moved to the fridge to grab the cream, his phone in hand as he opened the door and reached in without looking.

What his hand hit in the space where the cream usually sat, was decidedly not the cream carton.

When Marc looked in, the small plastic baggy in the middle of the otherwise bare fridge caught his attention. It hadn’t been there before and Marc sure as hell didn’t have the extra cash lying around to buy Ziploc bags. Cautiously, he reached in, seeing the red smear in the bag as he inched closer. When he picked it up, he wasn’t sure how to process what he was seeing.

“Is that a fucking finger?” Marc’s voice was cartoonishly high as Steven gagged in the stainless-steel reflection of the fridge door.

He wanted to give me a tip, Jake shrugged. It would have been rude not to take it, no?

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated. Might do more like this in the future.

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ohmystaxk · 2 years ago

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Goodbye, My Dear Stranger (6)*

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Pairing(s): (Jake Lockley x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader) (Marc Spector x Reader later on) [Pre-Moon Knight show]

Chapter Character(s): Steven Grant, Jake Lockley

Content/Tags: SMUT +18, morally grey main character, one sided non-exclusive relationship, Steven just being the nicest man in the world and the horniest, Consensual Voyeurism (wink wink), fingering, oral (f!receiving), dry-humping, cum eating, PinV, praise kink, dirty talk, jealous talk, too many pet names, hair pulling, biting, Jake being a munch BELIEVERS RISE.

Word Count: 6.8k

Summary: Wanting to take things slow with Steven, you find your mind going back to Jake, good thing is all in your head, right?

Guess who is back from the dead? YEAH, me bitches! I am so sorry for disappearing for so long, writers block is a bitch, but I needed to deliver this as soon as I could. So, ofc, this has not been edited so I apologize for any errors u might find, ENJOY AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN WEEK!

Your skin feels hot, a thin layer of sweat forms as your head falls back, eyes rolled back as your mouth hangs open. You let out a breathy gasp, your stomach tightening as you feel your heartbeat faster. It’s exhilarating, the warmth of his breath against your pelvis as his mouth is enclosed around your clit, tongue licking slowly, taking his time as he did so. His grip on your thighs is strong, bruising them as your back arches, air leaving your lungs as you start to feel the rise of your orgasm.

You looked back down with heavy eyes as you locked them with him. A dark gaze looks at you from between your legs, his curls soft when your hand runs through them, moving his hair away. The action makes him bite your inner thigh, a yelp falls from your lips, he smirks as he kisses the teeth marks.

You just had to answer the phone, didn’t you?

Turns out the café would be back in business two days after your last encounter with Jake. You had gotten the morning shift that week, working through your day with a smile for the customers, preparing and serving them. The ride back was long, or at least that’s how it felt. Lids heavy as you unlock the entrance to the complex, the lift opening to reveal one of your neighbors walking off. All you could think of while at work was to get back to your flat, lay down on your comfy bed and fall asleep for a little. That would’ve been ideal, but as soon as you walked through the door your phone rang.

It was Steven. His voice chimed from the other side, surely with a smile on his face. You closed the door behind you.

‘Hi, love, you on your way home?’ Steven asked, you nodded to yourself.

‘Already am. Just got here actually.’ You sighed as you walked past the living room window, dropping your bag on the couch.

‘Oh really? Yep, just saw you walk by.’ He let out a small laugh, you turn to see him getting closer to his window.

You send him a quick wave before heading to the fridge.

‘Worked early today?’ You ask him, inside the fridge was your beloved wine bottle, you took it and closed the door with your hip.

‘Yeah, actually made it in time, can you believe that?’ You laugh, shaking your head.

‘Hardly.’ You tease, ‘What did Donna say?’

You poured yourself a glass, taking a quick sip from the bottle before placing it down.

‘Well, the only reason I made it in time was because I woke up thinking I was already late. So Donna was very surprised when she saw me walk in thirty minutes early. She even looked worried, I had no clue she could even show any other emotion.’

‘Geez, thirty!? No wonder she did, I would be too, thinking something must have happened.’

Steven laughs on the other end, then he goes quiet for a second. You wait, hoping for him to speak but, there is something about the silence that makes you worry.

‘You still there?’ You ask softly, not wanting to startle him if anything.

A small mhm comes from the other line, you tilt your head to the side, he sounds unsure.

‘Can you go towards the window?’ Steven asked.

‘Sure, just give me a sec.’ You left your glass on the table and walked towards your living room, the curtain was halfway open, allowing some sunlight to peek through.

You pushed the fabric to the side; it was then you smiled. Across from you was Steven, a smile on his lips as he waved at you once more from his window.

‘Wanted to stop by and say hi at the shop, but you know, Donna.’ He scoffed, his voice sounded slower, with weight to it.

Even from a distance the dark circles around his eyes were darker. ‘You look tired Steven. Have you rested?’

‘I have just not been sleeping too well in the last two days, that’s all.’ You frowned but decided not to push it.

‘Try and rest for a little, it helps me whenever I feel stressed.’ Steven shook his head.

‘Can I tell you something?’ He asks, you nod.

‘Of course.’

‘I know I told you about my punctuality issues, but there’s sort of a reason why.’ Steven sighs, you start to worry. ‘I have these terrible nightmares; they feel almost too real. Sometimes I wake up in pain, perhaps I toss around too much. So, I sort of, try not to go to sleep.’

You feel your chest heavier with his words, the implication that Steven purposely avoided sleeping given his nightmares and the physical strain it put on his body was evident.

‘Have you tried talking with a specialist? Not sleeping for long periods of time can affect you, Steven.’ You see him shake his head.

‘Haven’t. I should though, really should.’

‘If it helps, I can research with you, find a good one that can help you.’ You reassure him, trying to let him know you want to help.

‘You don’t have to do that.’ He looks up, meeting your gaze with sad eyes.

‘I want to, Steven.’

‘I’m sorry for calling, I wanted to hear your voice. Is silly, I know.’ You looked down, a soft smile appeared on your lips.

‘Is not silly, Steven. It’s nice to hear that actually.’ You confessed and looked up.

It was hard to fully make out Steven’s eyes, but you saw him sigh, tilting his head to the side to once again look up at you.

‘It is rather nice, I think, talking to each other like this. Wouldn't you think?’

‘Yeah, but if I’m honest, it also makes me think of a prison visit.’ Your words cause Steven to laugh wholeheartedly.

‘That is also a perspective. But I do have a nice view and can see the whole world. I don't think an inmate can say the same, can they?’

‘Not much of a view Steven, my flat blocks any view.’ You saw him shaking his head.

‘Still a good view, I can see you.’ Steven then seems to turn around for a brief second before he turns to look back at you. ‘I really wonder, what made you like doing this?’

‘Like what?’ You asked and Steven gestures to you and him, then at his surroundings.

‘Watching. What caught your attention?’

It was your turn to sigh. You had not expected Steven to forget about the subject, but you didn’t have an answer in mind, a well thought out explanation in your logic and in your possible irrationality.

‘I can tell you; I could probably lie as well.’ You looked at him with a small smile before you looked down, your fingers reaching for the window, your nails drawing shapes on it. ‘It’s stupid, Steven.’

‘You can tell me.’ He responded immediately; his voice was soft, warm.

‘I’ve lived here for almost a year now. The Green Wall is the only place I feel safe, is what I know, is where my only friends are. I followed the same routine for the past year, over and over again.’ You said, you couldn’t hear Steven on the phone, and neither could you see him as you continued staring down.

‘Then one night there was this light across my window starting to turn on during midnight. I saw a shadow pace about, then it would stay still for hours as it sat down to read, it was like watching a ghost, except, it made me feel accompanied. So, I no longer saw the ghost as a lonely soul, but as something I could share my late nights with even if the ghost was not aware.’

Ten seconds passed in silence after you spoke, you feared looking up, not knowing if Steven was even standing there anymore.

‘You thought of me as a ghost?’ Steven asked with genuine curiosity. You laugh.

‘That’s your big takeaway?’ You looked up, finding him leaning his forehead on the window, with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips.

‘One of them. When I saw you at the gift shop, it wasn’t the first time. I knew you looked familiar when you approached to talk to me, but it wasn’t until the next day that it dawned on me. I had seen you all the time on the bus, glance your way more than once, my eyes always following the same path towards you. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.’

You felt breathless, his words careful and sincere. Then he looks at you, his hand on the window, you feel your chest heavy.

‘I wish I knew what you saw.’ He says with a quick laugh, and you feel your cheeks warm.

‘You could.’ You say immediately as you see him tilt his head.

‘Watch you? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.’ He sounds worried.

‘You won’t, I will admit that it makes me curious to know what it is like to be on the other end. If you don’t feel uncomfortable then it’s okay. You asked what got me to do it in the first place, I guess it’s easier to find out for yourself.’

‘That sounds easier than it probably is.’ He nervously laughs, and you shake your head.

This man was surprising you, the way he doesn’t even bat an eye does make you wonder what he might truly hide behind those doe eyes of his.

The door shut slowly behind Steven; his body heavy as he moved through the clutter of his flat. He flipped the kitchen switch; light quickly illuminated his space and sighed. He had forgotten to clean the dishes before he left, having already been too late to even do so. He could clean them in the morning, he thought. Right now, what he needed was to lay down, just for a minute or two. Water droplet created a path as the man walked around, tossing his jacket on a chair without care. He dropped his bag on the table, bringing his right hand to his face and dragging it down as he rolled his eyes.

Rain had caught up to him on his way to the bus stop, leaving him all drenched on his way home. It was so late already, the cold of the night sure to do its job if he didn’t shower before bed.

His hair was wet, sticking to his forehead as he removed his shirt. His left hand quickly ran through his hair and scratched the back of his neck. Then he let his hands drop without care, hitting his thighs from weight with a thud.

It had been a long day, Donna had forced him to work an extra shift given the fact he had shown up late once again. Of course his once in a lifetime trick of showing up early didn’t work this time. His sleep schedule had already been a mess, but he had surprisingly woken up only to find himself having the biggest headache of his life, the pain not even allowing him to focus through the day.

He knew his body craved his bed and a soft pillow under his head, but he knew better. Even the thought of falling asleep made his body go rigid, his muscles ached.

Steven made his way towards his couch, dropping himself on the cushions, he took off his shoes and socks. The hardwood floor was cold on his skin, making him shiver. He was about to rest on the couch when in the corner of his eye a light flicker. He looked towards it and realized it was coming from your flat.

He stood there, your blinds were drawn, so it allowed him to see inside your flat, so he stood in the middle of his flat watching as you walked by. His heart jumped, a quick rising as he then saw you return back into view, your back facing him as you seem to head to your kitchen.

It was then he remembered your voice from two days ago, ‘I guess it’s easier to find out for yourself.’

Steven barely realized what he was doing when he had already made his way back to the kitchen and killed the light. The flat was dark now, the only light coming from the window thanks to the moonlight. He slowly walked closer to this one, creeping in the dark of his own home, slow quiet steps as if you were to hear them.

When he was closed enough, he saw you as you drank a glass of what looked to be wine, a very full glass. He frowned, he caught his hand trying to reach for his phone, but quickly stopped. Of course he could call you, ask how you were doing, hear your voice, but he wanted to see if he could know what was wrong just by his own means.

You had told him you had watched him during his many sleepless nights, having accompanied him even during his worst nights unbeknownst to you. You had found comfort through that, maybe he could do the same. Perhaps he would understand you, he wanted to understand, seek for that same comfort you found in him.

But as he continued to watch, he felt his heart pumping loudly. You had disappeared for a minute before you returned, seemingly in different clothes, you were wearing a tank top with what he could make out to be shorts. Steven gulped as he watched you take one more sip of the wine, making your way towards your window.

He felt his heart race, have you noticed him standing there? No, there was no way, it was too dark. Oh no, your flat was higher than his, you could see far more into his flat then he could yours. He had already failed at his poor attempt.

But you sat down by the window, grabbing a book and opening it. Steven was stunned, had you not caught him?

Steven watched you, leaning himself against one of the supports that were around his flat. He crossed his arms as he rubbed his chin, his eyes taking in his view. You sat with both your legs on the loveseat, one leg closer to your chest. Your eyes running through the words in the book, one hand still holding the glass as you tilted your head to the side.

You seemed relaxed, he noticed. He subconsciously smiled at this, his heart calming down at the sight of you enjoying yourself. Then, he found his eyes traveling from your face, back to that glass, to your hand holding the book. They looked soft, they were, he remembered.

He gulped again, his heartbeat deciding to pick up again, your legs looked so soft. He could almost feel his fingers squeezing them. Steven then remembers your voice as he pushed his fingers inside you, how sweet it sounded, how breathless you were as you clung to him. How soft and perfect your breast felt on his hands, how fucking much he wanted to touch them again. How pretty you looked as you brushed his hair, how tender you were as you kissed him.

Before he realized, he was already hard. He tried to push the thoughts away, he blames his headache for even thinking of you while in such an inappropriate time. You take another sip of the wine and immediately remembers your lips around his cock.

“Bloody hell.” He lets out, closing his eyes, his head falling back against the wood. “The hell is wrong with you?”

His thoughts betray him once more as he sees you stare up at him through your lashes and he groans. Hitting his head against the wood purposely this time. Steven shakes his head, he didn’t understand why his mind decided to show you in such a way. Of course there was nothing wrong with you, he simply didn’t know why it had decided to show him that part of you.

This was supposed to be him trying to understand you, not him getting hot and heavy at the sight of you just doing something so mundane.

He would need to relieve himself tonight, of course, in the privacy of his shower.

Ring.

His eyes opened wide.

Steven fished around his pockets until he found his phone, the screen lit up, your name was displayed.

‘Incoming Call: Dove 🕊️’

Steven stares at the screen, then looks back towards the windows, there you were with your phone by your ear, waiting for Steven to answer you. He looked back again at his phone, his finger just hoovering the answer icon. You were reaching out to him, wanting something, yet, Steven just had to let his mind wander too far from sanity, his thoughts flashing more of those images of you on your bed. He couldn’t do it, talk to you and pretend everything was alright.

“Just got to wait it out, that’s it.” He says to himself, before he lets the call reach his voicemail.

You stared at your phone; you had tried calling Steven 30 minutes ago, but it sent you to voicemail. There was no light on in his flat, so perhaps he was still at the Museum, or on his way home. Yeah, it had to be that. A sigh escapes you as you glance at your glass, you drink every drop in one go before you stand up from the couch. Today had not been a good day at work, some group of older women decided to pay a visit right before closing, only to ask for things you could not make or even sell, then proceeded to ask for them again but talk to you like you were some sort of idiot. Since they could not have things go their way, they started being absolute cunts, a nightmare. You were grateful Rose had not given a fuck and straight up kicked them out, you knew if the incident were to be brought up to the owner's attention, they would understand, which is why you were thankful for your job.

You walked back to the kitchen where the wine bottle stood, there was still some in it, but not for a full glass. You brought the bottle to your lips and drank it. Your muscles were tight around your shoulders, the alcohol not yet doing the trick. Soft droplets started to fall, bringing your attention to the window. The rain was calming down, you were glad you remembered to bring your umbrella to work this time.

It was then you remembered last time, how it had been Jake who swept in and drove you home. Truthfully, as much as you wanted to pretend you had entirely forgotten about Jake, you couldn’t. Sometimes, on those sleepless nights, your mind would think of your night with Steven, but it would be Jake instead. You felt guilty, the sexual frustration ate at you slowly, but you also couldn’t sleep with Steven knowing damn well you would think of Jake.

You sighed. There was a store not too far from your flat you could walk to, restocking a brand new bottle of wine sounded like the perfect thing to do, well, maybe two bottles. And while you are at it, use the time to cool your head. Yeah, that was a nice plan.

Quickly you walked to your room, looking through your wardrobe for a jacket until you found one.

Before you knew it, you were already one block away from the store. Your umbrella in one hand as the other was in your pocket, keeping it warm. The rain was softer now, yet the cold was unforgiving as you felt your jaw tense. You had opted to still go out with your shorts, tank top, and only your jacket to keep you warm, deeming the trip to be a quick one. When you left your flat you had gotten a text from Steven, telling you he had been in the shower and was gonna try to go to bed. You even had the impulse to ask for a pic, of course, you didn’t.

You groaned, something felt like you were about to start your period thanks to how ‘needy’ you were feeling. Or so you wanted to believe.

Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate on your back pocket, you reached for it and looked at the screen.

Unknown. Hesitating for a couple of seconds, you then tap the answer icon, bringing your phone to your ear.

‘Hello?’ You say.

‘Oh, so it is you.’ You feel your blood run cold, stopping in your tracks. ‘I thought you had given me the wrong number, well you sort of did, one of the numbers was wrong.’

Jake’s voice was deep, raspier than you remember. Your heart started beating like crazy, your grip on the phone tightened.

‘I did?’ You say softly, blinking as you try continuing your walk.

‘Sure did. Your fours looked like nines.’ He says a little annoyed, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you.

‘Sorry about that, I was in a hurry when I did that, remember?’ You dig, getting a scoff from Jake in return.

‘How could I forget, I was called a dick for it.’ Maybe it was the wine in your system, the late night air, or hearing Jake’s voice so close to your ear that got you feeling ballsy.

‘Aww, never been told that before? Was I your first?’ To your tease, Jake laughs, just a deep-dark laugh, your bones shake as you try walking some more.

‘Been called worst sweetheart, and I sure as hell can take your worst.’

‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep. If I remember correctly, I gave you my number once you knew how to act like a grown up.’ You could see the store now, but you stopped dead in your tracks.

There you saw the back of a white limousine with ‘SPKTR’ as the plate, one you knew too well by now. On the right side of this one, you saw a man with an Flat hat, and soft dark curls. Jake was standing with his right side facing you, smoking outside the store.

‘Only children apologize through the phone. I wanna see you.’ You could hear his voice faintly.

He hadn’t seen you, all you had to do was to just turn around and walk away. But you stalled for too long, keeping yourself so quiet it seemed to worry Jake. He drops his cigarette, and looks at his phone, making sure the call was still going. But you tap the screen and end the call, this seems to confuse Jake, he furrowed his brows.

“I guess there is not a better time than the present.” Your voice surprises Jake, his eyes wide in alert, quickly relaxing once he sees you next to him.

“Gotta put a bell on ya’.” He says as he looks at you, really taking you in. His eyes going further down, he raises an eyebrow, not too happy to see your outfit. “You trying to catch a cold or something? What are you doing out this late?”

You roll your eyes. “What are you? My father? I came to buy some wine.”

Jake scoffs, clicking his tongue.

“Long day, huh? Hop in, I’ll get the bottle for ya.” He reaches the car door, opening this one. He gestures for you to get in.

“I can get it myself, Jake.” You tried telling him but he was already walking into the shop.

“Red or White?” He stopped to look at you and ask, you sighed.

“Both.”

After a couple of minutes of waiting inside the car, the door finally opened. Jake got in and placed the wine bottles between you and him, shutting the door. You had already started the car, allowing for this one to heat on.

“Thanks, how much was it?”

“None of that, take them as part of my apology.” You look away and out the window. Jake put on his seatbelt, then he cleared his throat. “Gonna say what got you so stressed out?”

“Old ladies who wanted things their way. Too many demands that were impossible to meet.” At the memory you sighed, closing your eyes.

“Want to head home?” His voice was hard to decipher, you turn to look at him.

Strong nose, clean shave, thick full lips. His eyes were looking straight ahead, the cap casting shadows on them.

“Are you free right now?” Your question makes him look at you, brown eyes even darker.

“Got an opening just for you.” He grins, you roll your eyes. “Where do you want to go? Your wish is my command, sugar.”

You looked away from him, staring at the windshield. The rain hadn’t stopped, nor did it seem it would any time soon.

“Can you drive us around?” Your voice came out softly.

“Sure can.” Jake shifts the gear and the car starts moving.

The two of you drive in silence for almost 15 minutes, you steal a couple of glances every so often. His features looked rougher than those of Steven, your eyes then fell on his hands; concealed under his leather gloves.

You imagined how the material would feel on your skin. The texture would probably be soft from all the use.

It was then you reached for one of the bottles, grabbing it blindly from the paper bag. Suddenly Jake reached into his jacket, pulling out something and handing it to you. You grabbed it confused, it was a swiss army knife.

“Don’t think you can open that with your mouth.” He says plainly and you laugh.

“You would be surprised.” You tease and quickly find the wine opener amongst the many gadgets. “Where exactly are we driving? Or is it just a mindless route?”

Jake clears his throat, adjusting himself on his seat. “Have anywhere in specific?”

“No, just wondering.” Pop. The cork popped, you quickly took a swing from the bottle.

The bittersweetness of the wine immediately hits your system, a sigh of relief leaves you.

“It’s not just those old ladies that have you like this, is it?” Jake asks, you let the bottle rest by your thigh.

“Good observation, Lockley. But you don’t want to hear about it.” You take another sip.

“Sugar, I could have you talk my ear off all night.” The pet name didn’t go unnoticed.

Once more, you let the bottle rest on your thigh, but this time, you turn to face him. Eying his side profile as he drove, there was a glint in his eyes that told you he was enjoying this, more like he was enjoying messing with you. He was getting too comfortable, acting like things were good once again.

“I’ve been debating whether or not I should sleep with Steven again.” The car almost makes a full stop. He tenses at your words. “What? Thought I could talk your ear off.”

Jake pulls over, you feel your blood pumping fast as the car comes to a full stop. There he sits in silence, hands gripping tightly at the steering wheel, he finally sighs.

“What do you want me to do?” The question confuses you. His voice came out deep, raspier. “Want me to get on my knees to beg for your forgiveness? Say the word and I will. I know what you think. That Steven is all sweet and nice, a perfect little boy. You wanna bring him home to mama? Go ahead. But we both know he can’t give you what I can.”

His sudden outburst surprises you, not once did he look you in the eye. Your eyes widen, breath catching on your throat.

“And what exactly is it that you can give me?” You tried to look unaffected, but the liquor was already making your body buzz, warming your skin.

Jake turns to look at you, eyes blow out as his lids are heavy.

“Hop in the back and I’ll show ya’.” His words are laced with lust, you feel your body respond to the insinuation, your falls pulsing with an unspoken promise.

You stare at him, his eyes shifting from yours to your lips, creating a path. “What if I don’t?”

“Tell me to fuck off and I’ll take you home sweetheart.” Unconsciously, you lick your lips, attracting all of his attention to them.

“Is this the other part of your apology?” You tease, causing him to chuckle.

“If you want it to be, it will make a hell of an apology that’s for sure.” He responded.

You take a deep breath. It wasn’t like you and Steven were together, there was never a talk about being exclusive, if anything you and Steven were becoming friends who started under different circumstances. You simply wanted to lay off some steam, all you had been thinking for the past week had been Jake and Steven.

“Better make it worth it then, Lockley.” At that Jake wolfishly grins, turning the engine off.

“Mejor de lo que esperas, ya verás.” He opens his door; you quickly place the wine bottle on a cup holder before opening your door as well. (Better than what you expect, you'll see.)

You quickly get out, soft rain falls on you as you walk towards the back of the limo, it was already getting late, the street was dead at this point. You open the door and step in, sitting down on the comfy seat. Jake closed the door behind him, quickly turning around, his right hand coming towards you as his lips clashed against yours. Immediately the kiss was returned with the same passion, your hands coming to pull the hat off and dropping it on the floor of the limo. Your hands found his hair, gripping it between your fingers as you let out a moan.

Jake pulls away, looking at you. “I’m gonna eat you up, sugar.” His voice came out hoarse. He starts kissing you again, but begins to kiss your jaw, slowly kissing your neck biting at the flesh.

“Got tired of sweetheart? Or simply wanted to try something new?” You say breathlessly. You feel him smile against your neck.

“Can’t a man say things as he sees them? You are addictive, I already can’t get enough of you.” Jake pulls down the zipper of your jacket, tearing it off you.

One of his hands takes claim at the back of your neck, the other on your waist. Quickly, Jake pulls you towards his lap making you straddle him. He bites at your collarbone, the hand on your waist squeezes the flesh there, before sneaking below the hem of your shirt. The leather was cold against your skin, but soft.

You pull on his hair, a breathy whine leaves your lips when he bites you one more time. His other hand squeezes your ass before he smacks it, making you jump.

“What sweetheart? You want gentle? Wrong fucking address baby.”

With his two hands, he grips your hips, pushing you down. It’s then you feel him, hard as he makes you grind against him. He pulls away, resting against the seat as he looks between the two of you. You moan at the friction, breath hitching.

“Jake.” His name leaves your lips, he grins proudly at you.

“Come on, move those hips a little. Show me just how much you need me.” He shifts his hips up, making you hold back a moan. “If you do a good job, I’ll eat you out, just like you deserved.”

You start grinding against him, moving your hips in slow motions as Jake continues to guide your hips. His jaw tenses, with heavy lids he watches you move, a wicked smile on his lips as he does.

He rubs circles on your hip bone with his thumbs, applying small pressure that is almost uncomfortable. Your hands find his jacket, gripping it tightly as you start feeling your body growing hot, heart quickening as your wall flutters against nothing. Your head falls back, trying to grind faster against Jake groin, you are so close you can almost feel heaven, but he stops you from doing so.

“Someone’s needy.” He says, his voice so deep you shake. Jake stops your movements all together.

“Jake please!” You whine. “Please, I’m so close.” You grab his face, leaning in and kissing his lips. “Please.”

“Fuck, never knew I would like to hear you beg this badly.” Suddenly, Jake hugs you, bringing the two of you to the floor of the limo, laying you down slowly.

He pulls away and sits on his heels. Jake tears his jacket off, revealing a white button up shirt underneath. He then grabs his black tie, losing it before pulling it off with both hands with little care. He unbuttons the sleeves of the shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows taking his time as he looks at you, eyes traveling down your figure.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” You spat, eyes his body just the same.

Jake tilts his head to the side with a shrug.

“Just trying to enjoy the view, is not everyday I get to see you like this, do I?”

You roll your eyes, laughing.

“Never knew this was the only way to make you talk this much.” You tease, but are quickly silenced when Jake’s gloved hands make their way to the elastic of your shorts.

You lift your hips, letting him pull them off you leaving you in only your panties. When they were off, he whistled, running his gloved hands up your things, squeezing the flesh as he went. His eyes were heavy, a glint of something on them as he admired your thighs. You watched him lick his lips, the wetness it left on them making you squeeze your legs.

Jake then seems to look beyond you, gaze lost for a second. He seems to space out, the subtle change making you reach for his hand, squeezing it gently.

“You alright?” You ask but the question didn’t seem to reach him. You tried sitting down, your hands going up to his forearms and massaging the skin.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, Jake opened his eyes. His eyes made your body tense, he frowned deeply and his jaw tightened before he crashed your lips hard, the motion making you yelp. He pushed you back on the floor of the limo, the kiss becoming more heated, his grip on you possessive.

“Time’s runnin’ out.” He groans, his hands take your knees, spreading them apart to position himself between you. He starts to lower himself, getting closer to your pelvis.

Jake pushes your panties to the side, immediately going in and licking your clit. You moan, one of your hands flying to his head, grabbing a hand full of his curls. Your skin feels hot, a thin layer of sweat forms as your head falls back, the windshields are foggy as the two of you are surrounded by your breaths, your eyes rolled back as your mouth hangs open. You let out a breathy gasp, your stomach tightening as you feel your heart beat faster.

It’s exhilarating, the warmth of his breath against you as his mouth is enclosed around your clit, tongue licking quick little circles. His grip on your thighs is strong, bruising them as your back arches, air leaving your lungs as you start to feel the rise of your orgasm start again.

You looked back down with heavy eyes as you locked them with him. A dark gaze looks at you from between your legs, his curls soft when your hand runs through them, moving his hair away from his forehead. The action makes him bite your inner thigh, a yelp falls from your lips, he smirks as he kisses the teeth marks.

“You taste like heaven, my pretty little angel.” He places one more kiss. “So fucking wet, all of this for me.”

He pulls away and sits on his heels, hands going to his belt to undo it. He gets his jeans unbutton, pulling his zipper down. Jake hovers over you, leaning on one forearm as you hear him pulling himself from his briefs.

“Open your legs wider, sugar.” You do as he says, feeling the head of his cock brush against your clit, making your body jolt.

His hand grips your thigh, bringing it to wrap against his back. Jake kisses your lips as he pushes himself in you, the stretch making you grip his shoulders tightly. You gasp against his lips.

“Jake, fuck.” You shut your eyes as your head falls back, Jake’s nose brushes your ear.

“I’m gonna need you to work with me. I’m on the clock, next time I’ll take my sweet time with you.” The promise of a next time makes your walls flutter, making Jake let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, you like the sound of that? I’ll fuck you nice and good, make you forget all about Steven with my cock sweetheart.”

“Don’t talk about him.” You moan as you feel his cock pulsate inside you. His pace is starting to speed up.

“Why not? Afraid I’m right?” He thrust hard at that, the hand on your thigh squeezing hard. “Sweetheart, fuck him as much as you want. We both know you’ll come begging for me when I’m done with you.” His thrusts are faster, deeper and harsher. You can feel the limo start to shake at the same rhythm. He starts hitting the spot that makes your body tingle, your eyes roll as you feel your orgasm start to build up.

Your hand flies to his hair, fisting the strands between your fingers as your breath hitches, mouth open wide as you pull Jake’s hair. He thrust faster, the limo shaking as he did, the motion making him go deeper as you feel your walls tighten around him. The sound of skin hitting skin, jagged breaths, moans and whines filled the vehicle. You arched your back, eyes shut tight as you pull even harder on Jake’s hair.

“I’m coming.” Your voice comes out hoarse, throat dry from all the breathing. “Jake.”

“Hazlo.” He says against your ear. “You deserve it, you take me so fucking well. Me vuelves loco, muñeca.” (Do it. You drive me crazy, doll.)

You feel your lower stomach tighten before you feel your high hit you. Your body tensed, shaking from the stimulation as you came around Jake’s cock, screaming his name breathlessly. While you felt it pulsating, Jake’s pace became messy trying to work with your fucked out state.

“Perfecto, justo así.” Jake’s face comes into view, one of his gloved hands comes to your jaw, making you look straight into his eyes, his mouth is now a thin line as he frowns in pure pleasure, a moan comes from the back of his throat. “Mira qué maravilla, tan perfecta. Estas hecha para mí.” (Perfect, just like that. Look how wonderful, so perfect. You are made for me.)

Then he pulls out quickly making you moan at the sudden emptiness. You remove your grip from Jake, allowing him to sit on his heels once more. It’s then you see him pump his cock at a fast pace, eyes not leaving yours as he comes, his spend landing on your belly.

His frame shakes slightly, body slouching forward as he takes deep breaths, both of his palms on either side of your waist. His curls flow down, you bring your hand towards them, pushing them aside, you can feel the sweat at the root of his scalp. When you do that, he looks up at you, his features slightly softer and you feel your chest tighten.

He looked just like Steven for a brief second, for a second you thought your mind was trying to play a mean little joke with you. You tried seating down as Jake pulled away from your touch, putting his cock back inside his briefs and started to zip down his jeans.

“How was that for an apology?” He teases, buckling his belt.

“Not bad, but you do need to stop bringing Steven into things.” You reach for your shorts and put them on.

“You started it, I just went along.” Jake fixes his curls, pushing his hair back before putting his cap on. You look at him, ready to defend yourself, but you stare instead.

With only his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up, his black gloves, cap and black tie undone makes you want to burn the image into your brain. Store it for another of your restless nights.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He chuckles, grabbing his jacket from the floor and opening the door. “Vamos, que te tengo que llevar a casa, muñeca.” (Come on, got to take you home, doll.)

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years ago

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( ✉︎ ) SHORTCUTS TO MY MULTI-CHAP FICS!

This masterlist has got all my series in one spot. I put it together because my pinned post was getting way too long, so now it's easier for you to find and enjoy everything hassle-free. And of course all series can be find in the characters respective masterlists as well!

[✦] MLISTS . LIBRARY

ego & black powder: pero tovar x prisonguard!reader

ongoing series, loose-fit fic

A prison guard shouldn’t be infatuated with a prisoner. Simple as that. But this new prisoner who you didn’t know the name of, made this rule very difficult to follow.

million dollar man: jack daniels x reader x frankie morales

ongoing series

Two years had passed since your break up with Jack, a fellow Statesmen agent. But everything re-ignites again when Champ asks you to go to San Francisco to investigate the disappearance of multiple women across the country and, sadly enough, agent Malibu. While doing anything with Jack is chaos enough, you also run in to another ex, a man that actually showed you kindness and someone you thought you could spend the rest of your days with that is until he started asking too many questions about your job, Frankie Morales.

we fall like snow: dieter bravo x bodyguard!ofc!amina addams

completed

After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

advanced politics of human sexuality: javi g x ofc!mia pradera

ongoing series

Still struggling to come to terms with his father’s recent passing, burdened by the weight of the business he left behind, Javi feels adrift. Meanwhile, years later, an unexpected twist of fate brings you back into Javi’s life again—the daughter of his favorite housekeeper. Uncertain about your future and what to do with it, you find yourself at a crossroads, while Javi wrestles with the irresistible pull he feels towards you.

i've got you darlin': moonknight x reader x din djarin

ongoing series

you find yourself in the middle of a dangerous race of who will steal priam's treasure first; a mysterious cloaked figure who calls himself moon knight or a man in clad armor who calls himself the mandalorian. amongst the chaos, you and steven try to protect the remnants of history.

watercolor eyes: sw!santiago garcia x reader

loose-fit fic, ongoing

After another day of lack of customers and loneliness, you come across a flyer that might grant you a night of relief and pleasure.

musician!joel miller masterlist

loose-fit fic, complete

One night you decide to visit a bar all by yourself. There you meet a guitarist, Joel miller, and things escalate from there. Here you'll find snippets and one-shots of the relationship.

exile: joel miller x ofc!june

Completed

Runners. Stalkers. Clickers. Shamblers. Bloaters. Domestics. All infected. One unlike the other. You expect the infection to eat you from the inside out, turning you into something horrid. But instead, you find yourself with leaf-shaped ears and antlers that belong to a deer. While you live out the rest of your days trying to adjust to your new features and survive, you meet Joel, a survivor just like you but with a more grim approach to life. Both of you adopt the forest as your home. One wants the other gone, meanwhile the other will do anything to not be left alone.

stay in bed: joel miller x reader, one sided tommy miller x reader

Ongoing series

After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

Infections Of a Different Kind (TLOU AU): FEDRA javier p. x firefly!reader

Completed

Javier, a former member of the Federal Disaster Response Agency in Kansas City, is haunted by the guilt and violence he indirectly caused by not taking action when he should have. After fleeing Kansas City in the aftermath of Kathleen's violent overthrow of FEDRA, you and Javier seek refuge in an abandoned train in the middle of a forest. As you and Javier turn the train into a living space and learn to navigate the dangers of a post-apocalyptic world, you gradually overcome your differences and form an unlikely bond. But when your pasts catch up with you, you must confront the demons that haunt you and make a choice that could mean the difference between life and death. Will you choose to protect each other and find a way to build a new life together, or will the ghosts of your pasts tear you apart?

dark hearted people: joel miller x reader x ezra

Ongoing series

Trying to reach Tommy, you and Joel meet a charming stranger. He persuades the two of you into helping him find his stolen equipment. During your travels, none of you expect to fall for one another.

behind the velvet rope: joel miller x actress!reader x dieter bravo

loose-fit fic, Completed

a grumpy bodyguard, an eccentric actor, and you, who is thrust into the limelight. What can go wrong? The three navigate the challenges of Hollywood, tensions may arise and conflicts may occur but they’ll always have each other to lean on.

move me | the stripper saga: stripper!jack daniels x f!reader

Completed

frustrated by your everyday life, you seek solace at a male strip club. It's your first time and you're instantly mesmerized by the one that calls himself "whiskey".

ravish masterlist: joel miller x webcam model!reader

loose-fit fic, Completed

Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.

GLOSSARY

loose-fit fic: A fan fiction style characterized by a series that lacks a strict, predetermined plot or timeline, often with irregularly posted chapters.

loose-fit fic, complete: A series that is complete but might produce new chapters typically driven by audience demand or interest.

loose-fit fic, ongoing: A series that lacks a strict, predetermined plot or timeline, often with irregularly posted chapters.

#masterlist #multichapter #series masterlist

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andydrysdalerogers · 2 years ago

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Yours Submissively ~ Control

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos. And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N I can't decide which banner I like more. Let me know what you think

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Prologue

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Five years earlier…

Steve Rogers was tired.

Tired of the fight.

Tired of the demand.

Tired of the politics behind his shield.

Just tired.

Retiring was the right move.

But what does he do now?

“Hey Tony, can I talk to you?”

Present day…

Getting the loan from Tony was the best idea he could have had. Grant Industries was thriving five years later. Steve had built the business from the ground up. Sure it helped that he used to be Captain America but when his first successful takeover happened, people really started to take notice.

Making Sam his number two was the second best decision. He was savvy with the business and made sure that Steve kept on track. When Sam married Natasha, she joined the company as well. She was now his lawyer.

Bucky elected to be Steve’s head of security. Sure, he was a super soldier but as a businessman, the threats were more than before. Bucky felt better knowing he was close to Steve but at the same time doing something good. He wanted nothing but the best for his best friend.

Yes, things were working out for Steve in his business. At home, he had a beautiful penthouse. Bucky lived with him and his housekeeper in the staff quarters and he had the place mostly to himself. Except on the weekends.

On the weekends, he did have a guest who would entertain him. Because deep down, Steve missed having control. He had control when he led the Avengers. And it sated that part of him for the most part. But now, he needed it more.

Sharon had introduced this life to him while he was still avenging. Learning how to control and be controlled. Submitting and being submitted to kept Steve calm. Control was all he wanted.

Submissives weren’t hard to find in New York. But he hadn’t had one since Lizzy left. So boredom was starting to seep in. Boredom could be dangerous, expensive even. The last time he was bored, he bought out a publishing house. Granted it was making a profit now but Steve has learned, don’t be bored for too long.

“Devon, can we go through my schedule?” Steve called through the intercom to his assistant.

“Right away sir.” Devon walked in holding her tablet with Steve’s schedule. She has been his assistant since the beginning and ran his office like a fine Swiss watch. He appreciated her hard work and attention to detail.

“What’s on the agenda?”

“You have a meeting with Mr. Wilson and Mrs. Romanoff-Wilson in 20 minutes to discuss a new acquisition. You have a training session with Mr. Barnes right before lunch here in your private office gym. You have a meeting with Mr. Miller on the development of a tech piece he wanted to present. A Delilah Stevens is stopping by with a need for signatures regarding the new deal with Stark Industries. After, Mr. Barnes will take you home to prepare for the gala event this evening.”

“What gala?”

“It’s the fundraiser for the recovery efforts in Sokovia. You told Miss Maximoff you would attend.”

“Damn. Alright. I guess I have no choice in that one.” Steve sighed. “Am I seated alone?”

“No, Miss Maximoff and Mr. Stark are sending someone to be the liaison for you. Mr. Wilson and Mrs Romanoff-Wilson are also attending.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Alright. Have the intern bring me a coffee and let me know when Sam and Natasha get here.”

Devon left the office and sent her intern, Cindy in with the coffee. Steve rolled his eyes again at the little girl in front of him. She was a vapid girl, but she was Senator Ward’s daughter, and he needed the Senator in his pocket. She left after batting her eyes at him. As he read his daily reports, Devon called when Sam and Natasha were on his floor.

Married was a good look on Sam Wilson. He walked in with confidence, holding door for his wife, Natasha. Natasha Romanoff-Wilson, ex-assassin and corporate lawyer, was the best fit for Grant. She treated the opposition as she would have the enemy. They made a great team to get everything Steve ordered done.

“Hey Cap, how are you today?”

“How many times, Wilson, have I asked you to stop calling me that?”

“Old habits die hard,” Sam said with a laugh. He shook Steve’s hand and Steve kissed Natasha’s cheek before settling down to business. “Steve, as you know, the university in New Jersey is looking into funding for its engineering program.”

“Shouldn’t Stark be the more appropriate company to sponsor something like that?”

“You would think,” Natasha said, “but we need the exposure. Stark has a few interns but would need to lose one or two and they want us to take them on. So sponsoring the program would be a good tie in.”

“If it boosts our profile, I guess its ok. But can we also get another program as well. Something in education?” Steve wanted to be of service to all.

“We can, absolutely,” Sam said. “We can look at the background of some of the interns.”

“Perfect. What else?”

The meeting continued for a few hours until it was time for Steve’s training session. “I don’t know why you keep training Steve. You’re retired,” Sam commented.

“Because when you have the serum running through you, you have to burn out the energy somehow.”

“Then get a girl.” Sam smirked at him. “That will get you to burn off some eagerly.”

“Sam!” Natasha smacked her husband.

“I’ll work on that Wilson. Natasha, see you tonight? Save me a dance?”

“Of course Steve.” Natasha kissed Steve’s cheek.

“See you tonight Rogers,” Sam shook Steve’s hand. He took Natasha’s hand and led her from the room.

Steve headed into his en-suite to change for his workout with Bucky. Bucky was already in the private gym, lifting when Steve came in. “Hey Steve,” he said with a grunt.

“Hey Buck.” Steve took off his sweatshirt. “What are we doing today?”

“Just a spar. Let you go out full. I hear a little frustration today.”

“Just have to go to an event for Wanda and Stark and they are ‘assigning’ me a date.”

Bucky chuckled. “Why not invite one of the girls…”

“Because that is not why I have them there for.” Bucky was the only one who knew of Steve’s preferences. He made sure that the girls came and went unnoticed. “I don’t need them to think that I want something more.”

“But don’t you?” Bucky and Steve circled each other in the ring.

“No, they would just become a distraction or worse, a target.” Steve threw a punch. “Besides, all of these women only want the shield and not me. I don’t want that.”

“Maybe one day you’ll find someone who will like you for you,” Bucky said, jumping from the leg sweep. It is possible.

“I don’t want to talk about this, Buck.” Steve grunted as Bucky landed a punch to his solar plex. “I just want to get through this day.”

Steve went to shower and review the business for the rest of the day. Devon calls him, “I have an Isabella Davis here for signatures, sir.”

“I thought it was Delilah Stevens.”

“I’m sorry sir.”

“It’s alright. Send her in please.”

Steve looked back down at the report he was reading. His office door opened and a flurry of arms and legs landed on the floor. Steve rushed over. “Are you alright?”

Her face looked up at his to see the most startling violet blue eyes he had ever seen.

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nerdieforpedro · 1 year ago

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Weekend Update 02/11/2024

Nerdie! It's the middle of the month, how are you?

Good. Nothing to complain about. Mainly relaxed and then worked Thursday and Friday. My orientee made me laugh.

Oh? How so?

She said that now that she's had some different preceptors she enjoys my balances of being a bit hands off since I know she's experienced, but still checking in during the shift to see how things are going. (Puffs out chest and also wonders if that's a good or bad thing.)

I mean, if she said it's fine, it should be fine right? Now did you do anything writing this week?

I did a bit. Not as much as I normally do. I'm gearing up for projects I have either agreed to or planned for myself.

My two fics are quite different. One was silly and sweet and the other was filth. Nerdie in a nutshell really:

Is it for the wallet of the shoebox? (Tim Rockford x plus size female reader) Tim being silly in a bookstore leads to a serious conversation and a partial photoshoot at home. Comedy and domestic fluff with slight spice.

One Pass for the both of Us (Lucian Flores x female reader x Benny Miller) You and your boyfriend Lucian have the same hall pass. All smut with sweatpants and gold chains.

Working on two things I promised people. One requested fluff and the other action and smut.

I decided to start a new series (because clearly I don't have enough - Dieter, Frankie and Tim give Nerdie a death glare) 👀 because this Pedro character was in my WIPs way before the three of you! Might even help me brainstorm…

Two Hearts by the Ocean will feature Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC). The vibe is sweet summer romance. Mainly fluff every Wednesday, not sure how many parts, at least five. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged for it. I have a few people in mind but if you'd like to be added, let me know. 😆

Roc & Doc and Weddings 101 with Dieter are still ongoing, no worries. Tim and Dieter have calmed. Frankie is a bit pissed still but you have the longest masterlist Fish! You don’t care…well. Okay. 🫡

I might be trying to figure out how to write Ezra. I love reading fics with the man, but his speech patterns have so many nuances to it. I've been studying @morallyinept aka Jett's Pedro Pascal Character Database that she's been compiling and her entry on Ezra from Prospect has been invaluable. It's an excellent reference for Pedro character fic writers or if you just wanna know more. She also has one specifically on Ezra’s speech patterns that I swear I’ve read at least four times.

It's me, I'm the problem. 😭 I’m either overthinking or not focusing on the right parts. Ugh…

Fics I read this week: ( I took time off work and had plenty of time to read - still didn't get to everything. 🥸)

Movie Night by @munsonownsmyass (Zach Ellison x reader)

No game at all (but I can do this) by @for-a-longlongtime (Marcus Pike x Tim Rockford - Frankie Morales floating in thots)

Wouldn't It Be Nice - Chapter one by @lady-pug (Agent Whiskey x female reader)

02 x birds - Frankie Morales x reader by @trulybetty

Mon Amour by @saturn-rings-writes (Jake Lockley x black female reader)

The Stars by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Poe Dameron x reader)

Mutual by @morallyinept (Ezra x female reader)

Dinner Party by @lavendertales (Steven Grant x fem reader)

The Mercenary and the Whore by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers

Comedy of Errors (MK Spring Bingo #3) by @soft-girl-musings (Steven Grant x GN reader)

03 x snowfall - Marcus Pike x reader by @trulybetty

Ambrosial by @spacecowboyhotch (Din Djarin x fem. black reader)

Half of you - part 1 and part 2 by @foxilayde (Santiago Garcia x female reader)

God Speed by @magpiepills (Tim Rockford x female reader)

Not for nothing @magpiepills (Ezra x female reader)

Perfect Fit by @lowlights (Frankie Morales x plus size reader)

To the Flame - chapter 5 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x female reader)

Come back to me by @reallyrallyauthor (Poe Dameron x female reader)

If you’re not looking at @immarocketman ‘s art, then I feel sad for you. It’s beautiful 🤗 They put out a sketch of Din/Cobb this week that’s apparently going to have a fanfic written about it by @theywhowriteandknowthings

There was also an excellent head cannon about Sarah’s younger years by @clickergossip that resonated with me on Black girlhood. ☺️

That's about it until next week! 🥰

Stay hydrated and safe!

Love Nerdie 💜

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athenaderiva · 2 years ago

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Is That My Shirt

Steven Grant x OFC

Word count - 400ish

Fluffy fluff

Cassie yawned as she walked into the kitchen, sleep still heavy in her eyes. She was moving on autopilot, filling the kettle, turning it on, pulling two cups from the cupboard, placing them on the counter. She pushed her hair from her face and rubbed sleep from her eyes. She wasn’t used to having a lie in. But the boys had insisted she needed the rest. And frankly, she was too tired to argue with them. She padded across the kitchen to the fridge, yawning again as she retrieved the milk for her coffee.

“You’re making coffee?” Steven. She nodded, turning to face him with a smile to see him lingering in the doorway. He was staring.

“You okay, Steven? I know I don’t make coffee a lot, but it’s not that miraculous.”

“Is that my shirt?” Oh. Cassie smiled, picking up her mug and sitting on the counter as he watched her every move, eyes lingering on the way his shirt rose up her thighs.

“Yeah, I guess. I just threw on the nearest shirt when I got up.” She finally answered as a flush covered his cheeks. “Seriously, Steven, are you okay? You don’t look well.” He huffed, rolling his eyes as he walked over to her, standing in between her legs and picking up his mug.

“I’m perfect, love. Thanks for the coffee.” He turned to leave but Cassie’s hand shot out, gripping his wrist. “You okay?” He mimicked and Cassie rolled her eyes.

“I made you a coffee and I don’t even get a kiss?” she pouted and Steven grinned boyishly, leaning in and planting a kiss on her cheek. “Steven.” she huffed and he kissed the other cheek. “Fine. Don’t kiss me properly. I’ll just go do some work for the Gods instead of taking a day off.” She said, jumping from the counter and moving around him. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back to him and he tilted her head up from the chin. He leaned down, finally pressing his lips against hers. She smiled, wrapping her empty hand into his curls to pull him as close as she could.

“You’re not going anywhere, love. You need the rest. And if you went anywhere, you would have to get dressed and I’d rather you stayed as you are.” Cassie smacked his chest, her mouth dropping open.

“You get cheekier every day, Steven Grant.”

“Your fault, love.” He mumbled, pulling her into another kiss.

#steven grant x oc #steven grant #Steven grant x original female character #Steven grant x original character #moonknight x oc #moon knight x oc #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic #moon knight #moonknight

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nekoannie-chan · 2 years ago

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Secrets Chapter 20: Visiting old friends part I

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC, Brock Rumlow X OFC.

Word count: 1870 words.

Summary: Sometimes keeping secrets can be dangerous or a heavy burden, which is what Kathleen has been doing for years. She will also be in charge of guiding Steve Rogers into this century; meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be looking for a way to kick-start the Avengers Initiative by integrating her as one of the superheroes, but that won't be the only danger they face.

Warnings: None.

A/N: After long time working on this longfic, I finally post it. If you wanna be added to the taglist, let me know.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

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Secrets masterlist.

Previous chapter.

Next chapter.

Steve came out a little upset after the meeting with Fury, he didn't want to go back to being that guy who was only used to making more money, making propaganda and continuing with the war.

“Steve," Kathleen called him, but he ignored her, surely she would say something to convince him, "Steven Grant Rogers! “she said loudly when she saw that he wouldn't stop.

Steve tensed and stopped, she had never called him by his full name, he felt like when his mother scolded him, he turned to find himself in front of her, and he let himself be guided to her office.

“They are not going to use you as they did in the army at the beginning," Kath began to speak, Steve sighed, she had read his mind, "I assure you that the world loves you, they have already seen you in action, you will not be alone, now it is normal that they do interviews to famous or important people, they will do the same to Stark, besides you will not dedicate yourself exclusively to that, you will continue going to missions," she explained to him.

“But they didn't include you, and you also did a great job, and yet they are not recognizing it like the others," the Captain replied

“The world still doesn't like mutants, Stevie, if they promote with me, it will be a negative campaign and we will go back to what happened more than fifteen years ago, it's for safety, you weren't there, but we mutants had to run away to survive," Kath gave a sad smile.

After that talk, Steve went out, Kath remembered that in two days she had to go with Doctor Pym, she went running to Brock's office, but she didn't find him, she was just about to leave when he appeared behind her since he had just returned to his office.

“Kitty, is something wrong? “he questioned since she never went to look for him in his office, it was the other way around or if she needed something she would text him.

“Brockie, hey, listen, I wanted to ask you a favor," he answered in a honeyed voice, making the other raise his eyebrow.

“If it's about the propaganda that Fury and Pierce want to do, I can't do anything about it, you know it's for your safety," he said as he crossed his arms.

“It's not about that, how lazy to be involved in any kind of propaganda, the real situation is... I haven't been shopping for a long time and I would like to skip Thursday's training, please," asked her with a childish tone while she looked at him.

“Kathy, you can't leave me alone with him," complained the Commander, referring to the Captain.

“I haven't said anything to Fury about your fights, but if they go on like this I don't think I'll have a choice," she threatened him while she tangled a lock of his hair on her finger.

“You know you are capricious and manipulative, you know how to convince me, okay, go shopping, but this time it's going to cost you," he replied amused, he couldn't deny her anything when she did those things, she looked so cute, not to mention his feelings for her.

“ What? “she asked cocking her head to one side, she was afraid he was going to tell her that he was going to accompany her.

“An outing together, I'll let you choose the place," he looked at her expectantly.

“Mmm okay, but you have to cover for me so no one finds out I'm running away from obligations “Kath smiled and kissed him on the cheek as a thank you, Brock was about to move so that the kiss would go somewhere else.

“ Rumlow! “A male voice called out to him, making the other two jump.

“Grant, what the hell are you doing here? “Brock asked when he saw who it was.

“I work here too," Grant answered as if it were the most obvious thing to do. Agent Anzai," he greeted her.

“Agent Ward, Rollins," he greeted the two men, "I have things to do, I'll leave so you can talk at ease," she ran away.

“That girl is going to be your undoing," Rollins mumbled.

“Didn't you learn anything at the Academy? If Pierce finds out, you know what will happen to him," Ward pointed out and Brock watched them angrily.

Kathleen entered the dining room of her house, she stood silently watching Steve, he had his eyes fixed on Peggy's file, she felt a pang of pain inside her, although she didn't understand the reasons, however, she remembered that in less than a week he was going to move to his new apartment, she approached him with the phone in her hand.

“Do you want to talk to him? “We can go see her if that's what you want," she took him by the arm to try to lift him, although it was obvious that she wouldn't succeed. Steve, sooner or later she's going to find out, it's better that she sees and hears it in person and not on TV or in some magazine or newspaper “he didn't know why he was telling her that, inside him, the pain was growing. Not to mention that for as long as he could remember he had always tried to keep that woman out of his life, there was something that disturbed him.

Steve knew that Kath was right, although Fury had not yet announced his "return to life" in an official way it was more than evident that explanations had to be given for what happened in the New York attack, however, he was afraid because he knew that Peggy had continued with her life while he was still stuck and he was completely sure that she hated him after everything that had happened. He had little choice but to agree to the mutant's proposal.

Kath opened a portal to get there faster, they were outside the house, and it seemed as if she was practically dragging him away as if he was a small child, she rang the doorbell and a middle-aged lady opened the door, judging by the uniform she was wearing.

“Mmm... Good afternoon, could you tell Mrs Carter that an old friend of hers would like to see her, please? “she asked with a big innocent smile and a sweet tone, she never failed when she used that tone of voice and made that face.

“No, Mrs Carter doesn't receive visitors," the nurse answered rudely while she crossed her arms.

Panic started to invade Steve and he tugged a little on her arm to make them leave, she ignored him and narrowed her eyes as she stared at the nurse, she used her mind control, it was not something she liked to do, but sometimes it was necessary especially when she was denied things.

“Come in, please, in a moment you will be able to see her," he said suddenly, letting them pass.

“What are you doing? “Steve reprimanded her in a low voice while he squeezed her arm.

“I know perfectly well that you want to see her and nothing is going to stop it, I only made things easier and stop squeezing my arm or you will break it, I am more fragile than you," she answered as she broke free from his grip.

A few minutes later the nurse returned to show them the way, they entered the room where Peggy was, and the old woman stared at them in shock, maybe she was dreaming.

“S-Steve, is that you? “she asked confused, Kath nudged Steve to come closer.

“Yes, Peggy, it's me," Steve reached over and took her hand, his face showing a lot of emotion.

“ Katherine? “Peggy asked as she turned to look at her.

“Mmm... no, Katherine was my great-grandmother “she answered, something in her head was starting to bother her, she was hearing incoherent thoughts in the old woman's mind, plus a few memories from her childhood were coming back to her head.

“But you look just like her, come here, I want to get a good look at you," she motioned with her other hand for her to come closer.

Kath approached and Peggy let go of Steve's hand to hug her, that made Kath uncomfortable because at that moment she saw in her mind a memory of Peggy.

“And I'm going to make sure you won't say anything about it, “the woman said while shooting someone.

The sound of the gun echoed in Kath's head; she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“ Kathleen? “Steve called out to her as he grabbed her shoulders.

“ Huh? “ was the only thing that came out of her mouth, that memory left her very confused.

“Peggy asked you a question," Steve scolded her.

“Excuse me, Mrs Carter, I got distracted, please repeat the question," apologized she as she blinked in confusion, even though she didn't know why she had called Carter by his first name, Steve looked at her strangely while Peggy tensed a little, but immediately regained her self-control.

“You sound just like Katherine, dear," Peggy said in a soft voice, and Steve nodded, "I asked you if you had any powers," he took her by the hand.

“Ah yes, sometimes it is useful, sometimes not, I can open portals to go places “ Kath answered quickly, her intuition told her that she should not give much information and less trust, however, she knew that this woman had access to the information in her Organization file; Steve frowned at the answer, he did not understand why she did not tell everything.

Then he listened to the conversation between Steve and Peggy about how they had found him and everything that had happened up to that moment.

When they returned to her house, she didn't feel like talking to anyone, she simply wanted to go to her bedroom and lie down on the bed, it hurt her what had happened, even though she knew it made Steve happy, she hadn't told him what had happened years before. He stopped her before she went in.

“ What was that? “he questioned her with a serious tone.

“ What are you talking about? “His mind was elsewhere.

“ Why didn't you tell Peggy the whole truth? “With one hand he lifted her face to look her straight in the eye.

“I never tell everything about myself to people I've just met as a personal rule, besides it's nothing of mine, if I took you it's because I wanted to see you happy, not to be interrogated," he answered her coldly.

“Peggy is incapable of hurting anyone," Steve said, he could notice a defiant look he had never seen in her before.

“People change over time and we all have a dark side, Steven, and you don't have the slightest idea of what has happened in people's lives over the last seventy years," she replied in a tremulous voice, breaking free from his grip and walked into her room, slamming the door and leaving Steve outside.

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sheerfreesia007 · 2 years ago

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Fluffmas #21

Title: Fluffmas #21

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Prompt: Bake and decorate Christmas cookies

Words: 964

Warnings:

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Gif Credit: @oursisthefvry

You stand in the middle of the kitchen glaring up at him with your hands on your hips while Bucky and Sam snicker behind him at the kitchen island. Captain Steven Grant Rogers has the gall to chuckle nervously as he ducks his head to make himself look more pitiful to you. You narrow your eyes at him for a second before turning on your heels and stalking away from him over to the cabinets and begin opening them angrily.

“C’mon doll” Steve says trying to cajole you and you huff at him while pulling out varying sizes of bowls. “Just let me help.” he begins to plead while taking a step closer to you to hopefully help you pull out the bowls and utensils you’ll need.

“You want to help, you need to wear the apron. Kitchen rules.” you snap at him while pulling the bowls out of his reach as Bucky and Sam snicker softly in their seats. “And you two get out, you always bring a bad vibe into the kitchen whenever I bake.” you instruct Bucky and Sam who stare at you with wide worried eyes. You shake your head at them and point towards the door, thankfully they listen and stand from the kitchen island and trudge out of the kitchen. “You too mister, out if you’re not helping.” you say over your shoulder before turning towards the fridge and begin taking out all the ingredients you’ll need. You can hear him over your shoulder moving around and when you turn back he’s standing there looking bashful while wearing the festive apron.

“I want to help.” he says softly and steps forward to take the ingredients from your hands and set them on the island. You stare at him shrewdly with your eyes narrowed before nodding your head.

“Fine, but the apron stays on throughout the whole time. I’ll never hear the end of it from Pepper if you get your outfit dirty.” you tell him stoically and he nods his head quickly in agreement before he smirks and leans in towards you.

“Or I could just bake in boxers and an undershirt to save us all the trouble.” he suggested and you narrowed your eyes at him once more.

“Are you insane?” you ask him in a bored tone and he widens his eyes at you for a moment. “The cookies would come out horrible! You can’t bring any other energy into the kitchen besides baking. Keep your clothes on Rogers and just wear the dang apron.” you scold him firmly and Steve looks at you embarrassedly as a blush heats his face.

You shake your head at him and begin to start measuring out the ingredients you’ll need for each batch of cookies. The two of you begin to work side by side since Steve has always helped you bake the Christmas cookies for the season and you’ve got it down to a science the way you both move and complete the process. The way Steve knows what your next move is and is already there ready for it warms your heart and creates a cozy feeling in the kitchen.

When you've got most of the batches either in the oven or cooling on cookie racks you begin to put the frosting in piping bags for the two of you. Steve comes to stand at your side waiting for your next instructions. You turned to him and handed off two frosting bags filled with different colored frosting and smiled at him.

“Just do whatever strikes your fancy.” you tell him and grab your own frosting bags before bending over the cookies and beginning to pipe icing onto them. You excitedly begin to make each of the gingerbread man cookies you have into each of the avengers. When you’ve finished making Steve’s cookie you look up and smile at him, he’s on the other side of the island working on frosting his own cookies and he’s concentrating very hard on the task. “Hey Steve.” you say softly and he looks up after finishing the bit of frosting he was working on. “Come check this one out I did.” you tell and gesture for him to come over to you.

He walks around the island and comes to stand next to you before looking down at your cookie. It’s quiet for a moment and you look over to him to see that he’s grinning from ear to ear as he looks down at the cookie.

“You made me first.” he says almost in awe as he looks down at it.

“Well yeah,” you say in a tone that implies that it was obvious you’d make him first in cookie form. “You’re my favorite avenger after all.” you finish and Steve whips his head up to stare at you shocked, you smile softly in response and reach forward to cup the side of his face.

Steve lunges towards you before stopping short and staring at you heatedly while panting softly. You gaze at him expectantly while waiting for him to kiss you since you knew that’s what he was going for. Your nerves start to eat at you as you wait for him to continue but he blinks and then shakes his head softly.

“Can I kiss you? Or will it ruin the cookies?” he asks suddenly and you burst into laughter at his question. Your slowly wrap your arms around his neck and press your body flush against his before kissing his lips sweetly.

“It won’t ruin the cookies.” you tell him quietly after pulling away for a moment.

“Oh thank God.” he breathes out before surging forward and capturing your lips with his causing you to laugh throughout the kiss as he holds you tightly in his arms.

#my writing #marvel #fluffmas 2023 #steve rogers x ofc!#steve rogers

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the-sprog · 2 years ago

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Pietro ofc but I don't know if I need to check if Parker is a Jewish surname because if so I'd keep it that way. I do think about how uncle Ben (and subsequently Peter's clone) would be called Beniamino. SPEAKING OF CLONES one of those bitches really called himself Caino huh?

Antonio Stella is absolutely fucking fantastic. It fits so well too!

I've also got Stefano Ruggero (Steven Rogers. I'm missing the Grant part of it). The surnames are harder for some reason!!

I think Bruce should be Bruno (which hilariously is actually his middle name so he's Roberto Bruno in this).

Franklin Nelson is Franco (though I'd keep Frank Castle as that because it's a name he chose for himself. He's Italian American and I feel like I could still keep it that way). Or maybe Fernando now that I think about it.

Natasha and Yelena can stay as is because they're Russian. (I know I'm about to say dp can't stay the same but I think Russian still works. Either that or I make them French).

But Deadpool needs a new name AND nationality. What's the Italian equivalent to Canada? I'd say either Spain or Switzerland 🤔 and depending on the answer the name changes.

MK system needs to say as is for like 5/6 parts of them, especially if we're going w the tv show version. Marc can become Marco but his surname still needs to be Spector (for Jewish reasons). Steven is British and needs to stay such, I think I'd still fit. Jake we don't have much (the Jake is your oyster) but either we keep him that way or he becomes Jacopo/Giacomo Loretto. Layla and Jean-Paul still fit. As does Gina but barely.

Clint Barton stumps me. I can't think of any name that sounds similar! Cl-cl-claudio? I don't like it.

Scott Lang, again, stumps me.

As does Steven Strange (mostly for the surname here because a literal translation would convey the message but sound incredibly wrong)

Flash Thompson is easy because, again, nickname and the dudes real name is Eugene. Eugenio. Easy peasy.

Otto Octavius I feel like I can stay the same. It works imho. Or like instead of Octavius just Ottavio.

Thinking about Gwen Stacy and Mary Jane Watson. Because the W can't happen. But Gaia and Maria- I realized also the J makes it hard. The only J name is Jessica 🤔. Or we go MCU and Michela our way into this character.

Karen Page- I got so many- Karen is really unique because we'll K name. But maybe Chiara to keep the sound?

The Osborns are hard. Harry ok sure Enrico. But Norman? I got nothing.

The whole Morales family Can keep their names since well their ethnic background is kinda important. Maybe Milo instead of Miles since he'd be afro-italian dna Puerto Rican.

I mean T'Challa also needs to stay the same.

Same for America Chavez.

QUINTAVIUS QUIRINIUS "QUENTIN" QUIRE I don't think we can make his name any better. He's perfect.

Wanda, Pietro, and Erik also need to stay the same.

But professor x needs a change. Carlo but the X eludes me.

There's so many X-Men. Logan... I don't think there's an equivalent. But also if we make Wade non-Canadian Logan needs to be the same. Though maybe it would be funnier if he were Canadian while Wade wasn't. Wade would be mad about it. Maybe.

Gwenpool needs to have the same surname but maybe she can get the Stacy treatment and be Gaia.

All the aliens can stay the same.

Peter Quill well Pietro. That one is gonna be pretty consistent.

"Quale maestro servi?"

"Che maestro servo? Cazzo devo rispondere? Gesù?"

"... Vieni dalla Terra?"

"Non vengo dalla Terra, vengo dalla Basilicata"

"Che è sulla Terra imbecille"

I had to.

Back on track.

Nicholas Fury is easy. Nicola Furia could very well be a name.

Philip Coulson also easy. Well the first part. Filippo goes hard.

Pepper Potts already works! Her real name is Virginia and Pepper is a nickname.

Bucky. On one hand, it wouldn't make sense to keep his name as is. On the OTHER how could I get rid of a name like Buchanan??? I also don't know how to go about James.

Sam Wilson, easy, Samuele.

There's so many characters I actually got a block.

I'll get back to you if I come up with more. Or some surnames.

Resisting the urge of writing a whole marvel universe where the only change is that everyone is Italian

#you have opened Pandora's box #i have #o p i n i o n s

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 2 years ago

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raindrops keep falling

steven grant x f!reader prompt: rain theme: fluff (tags beneath the cut)

“Goddamn—shit!” you cursed, giving up your attempt at fishing your car keys out of your bag to wrestle with your admittedly ancient umbrella. The sudden gust of wind had almost managed to blow it straight out of your hand, and you swore again as you quickly became drenched by the rain. The flimsy fabric and metal frame of the umbrella jerked and broke before the damn thing finally wrenched itself out of your hand, blowing haphazardly across the street to be flattened under the wheel of a passing truck. “God, I hate this stupid, fuck—”

You turned; your bag immediately knocked out of your hands as a man barreled into you. The contents spilled out onto the rain-soaked pavement.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry—” he bent down as quickly you did, scooping up your wallet. His head bumped against yours as you both reached for your keys. “I’m sorry, I—”

He broke off as he looked up, his expression freezing, lips parted softly, as your gaze met his. His dark eyes - weighed down by even darker circles - seemed to study your face, the curls in hair weighed down by the rain and clinging to his forehead. He blinked rain out of his eyes, and you felt a fluttering in your chest as he seemed to realize he was staring. He glanced down at his hands before looking up at you again, a brief, embarrassed smile touching his lips.

“Hello… H-hi,” he said, in a tone you could almost consider bashful.

“Hi.”

You felt your own lips twitch in a smile despite the rain still soaking you. “You said that already.”

“Sorry.”

“You said that, too.” you said, your smile widening. “Y/N.”

He breathed a huff of a laugh through his own smile, ducking his head for a moment. “Steven. Steven Grant.”

You nodded down at his hands. “You’ve still got my wallet, Steven Grant.”

“Oh, I—” he glanced down at his hands, thrusting it back towards you apologetically. Your fingertips brushed over his as you took it from him, and your skin warmed where it met his despite the icy rain still clinging to your skin. He gave you another self-deprecating smile, pushing dripping hair away from his forehead with one hand. “I have the urge to apologize again.”

You laughed, biting your lip. “Tell you what, how about we go to that café on the corner up there and you keep me company until the rain stops, and we’ll call it even?”

Steven turned to follow your pointing finger with his eyes, before turning back to you. “I… I would like that.”

“I might even let you pay for the coffee.”

He chuckled. “Generous.”

“I’m a generous person.”

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guruan · 3 years ago

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Hi! I love your artwork! I found your work when I first started in the Moon Knight fandom! Speaking of the Moon Boys... if you're still taking requests and it's not too much to ask... can I ask for drawings of the Moon Knight boys embracing/hugging a plus sized reader/figure?

Hi dear! Hope you like them ❤❤

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(Not intentional but I kinda drew different poses but all of them side profiles for them??? Hahaha)

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writersblog20 · 3 years ago

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Traveler of the night 🌒

Steven Grant x reader x platonic Khonshu

Summary: In a very bad depressive episode, Steven comes to the rescue but not alone.

Warnings: Very bad mental health, depression and hints at suicidal thoughts but if you squeeze. Feeling extremely heavy and down, a lot of crying. Oh and Khonshu being an asshole to Steven.

Words: 2,5K

A/N: this is personal as well. My mental health is currently deteariating at a fast pace🥲

Traveler of the night

It was a bad day. Your depression has been very high today and it felt unbearable right now but you were too tired and exhausted that the only thing you could do was sit and stare in front of you. Even going to bed seemed like you had to climb the mount Everest, it was just insane. You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there and staring in front of you, fighting the demons in your head. You’ve felt extremely down for no apparent reason but it was just all too much. Yes you’ve been under a lot of stress lately and it wasn’t helping your depression so you just had to sit this through, there was no other choice really.

You looked at the clock and apparently you’ve been sitting there and staring in front of you for at least 2 hours now. You sighed and stood up, your body felt heavy. Extremely, physical heavy. You shuffled to your shared bed with Steven and let your body fell on the bed. You took the blankets and put them over you with a groan and hid yourself away from the world. Your mind was going to a darker place and the heavy feeling got even worse.

You had no idea what to do with yourself at this point and started to cry. You placed your earbuds in, hoping some music would calm you down but that was the complete opposite. You cried for an hour or so before miraculously falling asleep from utter exhaustion while it started storming outside. The peaceful sound of thundering rain on the rooftop from Stevens apartment brought you some peace and lulled you asleep alongside your music while you were completely hidden underneath the covers from the cruel, cruel world outside.

Steven himself had a bad day as well. Donna had been shouting at him once again, had to work overtime, Khonshu was on his tail the entire day. Not because he had to but merely because the ‘bird’ was bored. Besides that, he had to go through the storm and he just wanted to be with you so when he opened his apartment door, expecting you to welcome him with a warm, big hug and a cup of tea but instead was met with darkness surrounding his apartment. He frowned and felt a little bit of panic shooting through his body, thinking where the hell you were. He couldn’t care less about his dripping hair and soaked clothes right now.

He put the lights on in his apartment and frantically searched around with his eyes. “Y/N? Love?” he tried to call you out but you still had your earbuds in, unable to hear him. his heart started pounding against his chest until his eyes fell on the form in his bed. He felt his heart sink.

“She’s probably having a really bad day today…” Marc said, making Steven look at him in the mirror but saw that he was looking sympathetically at you. Steven nodded. “Yeah, I’m afraid she does.” He whispered back in order not to wake you.

He walked away and noticed that Khonshu followed him but he let him, at this point ignoring him and worried about you. “What’s up with her, worm?” he asked following Steven into the bathroom. “Can you please leave me alone, yeah? She’s having a bad day yeah.” He told Khonshu irritated, who just hummed and looked towards your fragile form in the bed, hiding away. “I’ve always liked her. She’s strong and is a traveler of the night. I’ve been watching her before the two of you even met.” He told Steven while keeping an eye on you. Steven frowned a little in surprise. “Why haven’t you told me?” Khonshu looked back at Steven. “Because it was never your business, you insect.” Steven raised his eyebrows for a moment from irritation at Khonshu.

“Yeah, well you leave her alone, you hear me mate?” he told you but was met with the pointing nose from Khonshu that was almost touching his. Steven backed off “Listen to me you termite. I’ll always look after travelers of the night and she is one. Don’t you tell me what to do or not.”Khonshu raised his voice. Steven quickly nodded, a little bit scared. Marc just shook his head in the mirror. “Even though I don’t trust him, I know he’s just protecting our girl. Even though we need to keep an eye on him when she’s around, I don’t think he means harm to her.” He tried to calm Steven. He nodded while changing in some pajamas but looked for his oversized black/grey sweater but couldn’t find it so changed into another sweater.

Khonshu sat on the edge of the window with his knee leaning on the edge and looked at you. Steven stared at the bird but noticed now as well that he was looking out for you and tried to protect you, that was the vibe what he was giving at least. Maybe he had a soft spot after all. Steven shook his head “I don’t trust that bird, Marc.” He said. “Yeah me neither Steven but let him for now.” He continued to quickly dry his hair.

He walked towards the bed and took a quick look at Khonshu, who just sat there. “Well… comfort her, you fool!” he raised his voice and Steven waved him off and crawled in the bed with you. You tossed a little and opened your eyes slowly. You immediately got a headache from crying so much and rubbed your eyes in pain.

You turned your head around at the feeling of the bed dip. “Hiya, love.” Steven said with his small little wave. Normally you heart would flutter every time at anything Steven, Marc or Jake did but not today. The only thing you felt was the extreme heaviness. “Hi.” you croaked out, not able to say anything more, neither wanted to. You turned your body towards Steven and you put his arm around you since he was waiting for you what to do so you helped him. You hid your face against his chest, nuzzling his sweater. He saw that you wore the sweater he was looking for. “I was looking for that, you little thief yeah?” he tried to get a chuckle out of you but it wasn’t working.

“You fool! She does not want your ‘humor’ right now. She needs comfort you idiot!” Khonshu screamed at Steven who rolled his eyes. Marc started to get in a discussion with Khonshu while Steven wrapped his arms around you. “is a bad day innit?” Steven asked you softly and you started to cry again, nodding. “Everything is so heavy.” Your voice soft and laced with pain. Steven looked sympathetically at you.

It was quite for Steven and he looked up why they weren’t arguing anymore. He saw Khonshu, Marc and Jake looking painful at you while you broke down completely. Steven focused his attention back to you and shushed you softly. “I don’t know what to do anymore.” You sobbed. “I just want it to stop.” Steven closed his eyes tightly shut for a second, feeling a pang in his heart. His lips got attached to you head and he let them rest there. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it out together. It’s gonna be okay.” He told you, kissing your head.

He tucked your head underneath his chin and rubbed your back softly. “Can I maybe do something for you?” Steven asked and you shook your head. “No, just hold me please.” Steven nodded “Yeah, I can do that yeah.” The grip you had on his sweater was tight.

“Let it out. We don’t want you to keep it all inside that pretty little head of yours now do we?” Steven comforted you, softly petting your hair and keeping you close to his body.

You laid almost on top of Steven now and he kept rubbing your back and going over your hair for comfort until you would calm down. Your head just started to pound more and you were absolutely exhausted but finally stopped crying after an hour. Steven obviously noticed that you had calmed down and gently wiped the last tears away with his thumb but your cheeks and chin were still very wet so he got his sweater and softly wiped it over the wet spots on your cheeks and underneath your chin while smiling softly at you.

“We’ll figure it out together but right now we take it easy yeah?” he asked you, making you nod. He smiled and placed a very soft kiss on your lips. “Let me make some tea and get you some painkillers. I bet you have a pounding headache.” He told you and you nodded again. “Yeah pretty much.” He smiled and got out of bed to make some tea. While he waited for the water to boil you laid on your back staring at the ceiling while new tears found their way over your cheeks. Steven came back with a glass of water and painkillers.

His heart broke when he saw you silently cry again. He sat down on the edge of the bed towards you. You wiped your tears away. “I’m sorry.” You chuckled uncomfortably but Steven just shook his head. “Don’t apologize for how you feel to me, nor anyone yeah? Your feelings are valid hmh?” he smiled sympathetically to you wiping away the last remaining tears with the edge of his sweater. You moved towards him and let your head rest in his lap, generally wanting to be close to him. Steven softly went with his hand over your hair and massaged your head. Your hands holding his leg tightly. “Sit up for me love.” He told you softly and you did as he asked.

When you got up, your head started to pound even more than normal. He handed you the painkillers and the glass of water. Once you took them in Steven kissed the side of your head lovingly. “I’ll be back in a sec. I’ll just get the tea.” he told you and rushed to the kitchen, quickly making the tea and came back in no time.

He rested his back against the headboard of the bed and signaled to you to come his way. You sat sideways on his lap and your arms around his torso while you let your head rest against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The heat radiating from his body was comforting and gave off a safe, protected feeling. “Do you want to watch your comfort movie? Bridget jones was it right?” he asked you and for the first time you softly chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed that it was one of your comfort movies.

Steven chuckled because you did and looked down at you with the utter most adoration on his face. “Yeah that sounds nice.” Steven smiled again and hugged you closer. “Okay, I’ll get the tv ready in a sec but I just want to hold you for a little longer yeah?” he told you his cheek resting on your forehead while he gently tightened his arms around you as if you were his personal teddy bear. Not that you complained though.

So often he placed soft kisses on your forehead, his hand resting on your cheek with his thumb rubbing over it for comfort. You took a deep breath in, sniffing up his cologne and generally his smell that made you feel safe and calmed you down.

After about half an hour Steven stood up so he could turn the tv on and put Bridget Jones on. Before you laid down, Steven told you to drink up your tea against the dehydration which you did and laid down on is chest again. His fingertips slowly gazing your back and his other hand massaging your hand while your arms were loosely draped over him. Steven had more attention for you than the entire movie. You finally calmed down and could turn your mind off for a minute with the movie. Even Khonshu watched the romcom and making comments on it, making Steven laugh a little.

It caught your attention and looked at Steven questioningly. “It’s ehhh…. The bird. He’s been here the entire time looking out for you but is still here watching the movie and making stupid jokes which I don’t actually think he means it as a joke.” He blabbered out. “Wait… why is he here? Do you need to leave?” you asked, immediately getting anxious. “What? Oh no love. I ehh… He’s here for you. He told me that you’re a traveler of the night and well, you know he watch those. And ehh…. Apparently cares about you? But I don’t trust him that much you know?” he told you, looking at Khonshu, who had his attention towards the two of you now.

“You can think what you want, you silly man. I do care.” He told Steven mad, who raised his eyebrows in annoyance. “What does he say?” you ask Steven. “Well… besides the amount of insults I get from him, that he does care.” He told you and got his attention completely towards you and brushed a piece of hair away from your cheek with his knuckle and smiled lovingly at you.

You nodded. “Well… I guess, it’s kind of nice to know that he watches out for me too.” You told him honestly. “Ha you see, you fool?!” Khonshu screamed out. Steven nodded in response to you. “Yeah, I guess but just be cautious. It can be a tricky old bird innit?” he remarked, making you nod and lay down on his chest again and focusing on the movie. “He says that he doesn’t like this movie but I’m not too sure about that cause he gets caught up in it a little too fast.” Steven told you, making you snicker a little bit as he chuckled. “I do NOT like this movie, you hear me termite?!” Steven chuckled once again. “Yeah, he definitely likes this movie.” He told you and Khonshu gave up, just shaking his head and turned his attention back to the movie.

“Steven?” you asked all of a sudden between a comfortable silence. “Yeah?” he asked you and looked down. “I love you. All of you.” you told him, Marc and Jake. It was the first time you said that you loved him. Steven looked in the mirror and Marc looked like he was about the cry from joy. “We love you too sweetheart. So, so much.” He told you, kissing your head softly. His hand caressing the side of your head, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek again. You repositioned so you almost laid entirely on him, wanting to get as much cuddles as you could get and luckily Steven was very happy to comply.

It was hard, definitely but at least you had your boys to help you through it and an Egyptian God who watched over you. That thought alone, made you feel less alone and more protected and safe than you’ve ever felt in your entire life.

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Drawn To Each Other: Chapter 1

Summary:

"Crap, sorry, I'm going to be late getting back to the office. I'd better get going." She looked up at him and gave a shy smile. "Thank you, again. I think I needed to hear that today." Steven felt his heart flip over in his chest.

"O'course, I'm glad to have helped."

She started to walk away slowly and gave Steven a small wave.

"Well, have a good day, Steven. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" she said hopefully.

Steven felt his heart fly up into his throat.

Pairing: Steven Grant/Original Female Character, Steven Grant/Reader Word Count: 3k Rating: General, future chapters will be 18+ Tags/Warnings: Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Eventual Romance, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Smut

Notes: This is intended to be a reader-esque fic written in the third person. I had thought about posting alternate versions of this story using different pronouns for the main character (he/him, they/them etc)? If anyone has interest in that please let me know!

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To: T, Jess <[email protected]> From: Management <[email protected]> Subject: data audit Attachments: DataCleanUpReport.xls

Jess,

Please see the attached document with the results of our data audit for last month. The items noted in column G need to be corrected to the items listed in column H. These corrections need to be input into the system by the end of the week. Please advise once complete.

Sincerely, Management

“Really? Again? Thanks a fucking lot” Jess huffed while slouching back into her desk chair. She was sick of leadership offloading their busywork onto her. It felt like everyone else in the department was assigned to some interesting project or another, except her. Nope, Jess was left to tidy up other people’s mistakes and deal with the drudgery nobody wanted to do.

Jess could feel a snarky reply itching its way out of her. She opted to lock her computer and depart for lunch before she did any damage. It was days like today that she was glad her office was behind-the-times enough to still have cubicles, so no one could see the agitation in her movements. Every other company Jess had worked for embraced the “open office” mentality. Being elbow to elbow with your coworkers without a sliver of privacy quickly made a bad mood so much worse.

Jess yanked her bag out of her desk drawer, and grabbed her umbrella for good measure. It was always rainy this time of year in London. She finally felt her shoulders start to relax as she walked out of the building’s front doors. She stopped at a kebab shop down the street to get a doner wrap, and wolfed it down during the rest of her walk.

Her office was only a few blocks away from the famed British Museum, and Jess had taken to spending her lunch breaks there a few times a week. Doing so had several perks -

1) It was free

2) It was relaxing and educational

And, most importantly,

3) It was the last place any of her coworkers would ever go during lunch.

Jess had recently started bringing her sketchbook along to practice drawing the many sculptures, statues, or even other visitors. It helped her feel more human, being surrounded by art and artifacts while practicing an art herself. Being an office drone will wear you down if you don’t fight it somehow.

Today seemed to be a bit busier than usual. There were throngs of people crowding the information desk as Jess walked inside. She had hoped to grab a museum map to keep on hand, but didn’t feel like contending with the horde of people. Jess cut around the crowd and walked towards her usual corner of the museum. She had been working her way through the many Ancient Greece and Rome rooms for the last few weeks. Today, she felt like something different.

Jess paused at a sign listing the exhibits in this wing.

“Assyrian sculpture… Egyptian sculpture…hmm that sounds about perfect” she muttered to herself.

It was much calmer in the Egyptian sculpture exhibits. Maybe a dozen or so people were spread throughout the interconnected rooms. Jess took in the gorgeous statues as she slowly walked through, waiting for one to catch her eye as today’s sketch subject. She noticed there was a gift shop to her right. She glanced over and scanned the front of the counter, hoping to see a stack of museum maps like the information desk had.

“Oh, ah hello there! Can I help you?”

Jess turned to see the source of the, rather cheerful, query. The museum employee standing behind the counter looked up at her eagerly, dark wavy hair falling above his brow as he leaned over the register. Jess blinked, and finally realized she hadn’t responded to him yet.

“Oh um no, no thank you, just looking!” she stuttered out. “Well… actually, I was wondering if you had any of the exhibit maps here? I meant to grab one up front but there was such a big crowd. I know I can just pull it up on my phone… but, I prefer to have a physical copy, you know?”

Jess mentally kicked herself as she over-explained to this man who certainly didn’t care why she wanted a map.

“Ah, I’m afraid we don’t keep any of the maps or pamphlets back here," the man said in an apologetic tone.

"That's fine, no worries! Just wanted to check." Jess reassured him.

"Pretty stupid not to, now that you mention it eh? I should say something to my boss. Those would be more useful than half the stuff back here, like all these jelly scorpions. I mean what does that have to do with Egyptian history? Honestly I -”

The man cut himself off and shook his head, eyes closed.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to get going on a rant there” He looked at her again with an embarrassed smile.

Jess gave what she hoped was a sympathetic smile.

"Not at all, I mean I can't say I disagree with you. Though, admittedly, those hippos over there are pretty cute" she nodded to a pile of hippo plush toys and chuckled.

"Well, technically, those are the goddess Taweret.” The man said with a teasing glance, “But, yeah, I s'pose they are cute. I think she would approve of them, actually.”

He paused for a moment before looking back at Jess.

“Right! So, er, no maps unfortunately. But I’d be happy to help direct you myself! I know this museum backwards and forwards by now.”

Jess chuckled softly. “Sure, I didn’t really have anything specific in mind. I like to come here on my lunch breaks and sketch the artifacts. I’ve been through most of the Greek and Roman exhibits, so I decided to come through here today.”

The man instantly perked up with excitement at hearing this.

“That’s just lovely! Well there’s loads to see and draw here. Over there is the sculpture of King Ramses the second, and down here we have -”

As the man animatedly explained what and where seemingly every artifact in the exhibit was, Jess took a moment to properly observe him. He wore a simple gray jacket over a slightly rumpled but brightly patterned shirt. A nametag on the front jacket pocket revealed his name was Steven. He was very handsome for a gift shop worker, with striking features and an attractive build obscured by his frenetic energy and ordinary clothing. Dark circles under his warm brown eyes hinted at some unseen stress in his life, but you would never guess it otherwise. He spoke with more passion than Jess could ever remember having in her own workplace.

“- and of course you simply MUST see the Rosetta Stone down there. Although, ha, I s’pose it wouldn’t be much for drawing would it?”

He suddenly looked bashful again, glancing back at Jess.

“It's just a big old block with some writing on it, innit?” He chuckled hesitantly “But… it did allow us to decipher Egyptian hieroglyphs. So, er, it’s a rather useful big old block I’d say.”

He looked down at the counter and fiddled with some of the merchandise, the confidence he’d shown just moments ago seemed to evaporate.

“Well, er, I’ll let you get to it then.” He suddenly reverted to customer service mode, “Is there anything else I can help you with, miss?”

Jess flashed her best you’re-doing-great-sweetie smile at him.

“No, thank you, I really appreciate your recommendations.” She remembered less than half of what he’d told her, but his enthusiasm was incredibly charming.

He smiled back at her shyly “Always glad to help. Have a great day, miss.”

Jess started to walk away but thought better of it. Before she could think it through, she found herself turning back to the gift shop clerk.

“If you’re still here when I’m done, I can show you whatever I end up sketching. If you like…”

She surprised him as much as she did herself. He perked back up and grinned at her.

“I'd love that! I won’t be going anywhere ‘til closing tonight, so, you know where to find me -” He paused for half a beat “- right here. Yep.” He chuckled timidly.

“Great! Well, I’ll see you later - “

Jess pointedly glanced at his nametag again.

“- Steven.”

She gave him another warm smile and turned on her heel down the hall. She did not see Steven gazing after her with a flustered grin on his face.

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Steven watched her walk away and waited for his heart rate to go back to normal. It was several minutes before he realized he still had a goofy smile plastered on his face, replaying the interaction in his head.

He made a mental note to ask for her name when she came back. Then, he felt a small lurch in his stomach at his next thought.

If she comes back.

Of course, he was getting ahead of himself. She was just being kind to him. He'd spoken with hundreds, if not thousands, of museum visitors since working here. None of those interactions went beyond surface level. None of those people would remember him or think about him once they stepped away from the gift shop counter. There was no reason to expect this time would be any different, right?

No, this was just an unusually pleasant interaction with an unusually pleasant patron. Nothing more. At the very least, it had brightened his day significantly.

And… it was the closest to anything resembling flirting he had experienced in ages.

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Jess meandered through the exhibits and settled in front of a row of lion goddess statues. The plaque indicated they were representations of the goddess Sekhmet, and were likely commissioned by King Amenhotep III.

There was no bench so Jess sat on the floor. She pulled out her sketchbook and pencils, and looked up at the artifacts in front of her. She started out with a rough impression of the four statues together. Then she moved on to more detailed sketches of one statue's lion head, and then her hands resting on her lap. She captured the damaged sections as well as the skillful carvings in the stone.

Her mind wandered, not for the first time, to the sense of awe at being surrounded by works that were carved thousands of years ago. How many hands had touched these statues? How many people had played a part in their creation? Had gazed upon them where they once stood in Egypt? And then, how many had helped steal them away from their homeland to be put on display in a stuffy museum in England? Had they heard the bombs falling during the blitz? These Sekhmet statues had literally seen kingdoms, empires, rise and fall. The stories they might tell.

Jess checked the time on her phone.

Crap, better start heading back to the office.

She put a few finishing touches on her sketch and packed up to leave. Without thinking, she automatically started heading towards the museum entrance. Then she remembered her conversation with the gift shop clerk - Steven.

"Shit…" she hissed under her breath.

Why did I say I'd show him my sketches? I'm such a dork. He was probably just humoring me.

Still, she didn't want to leave him hanging. He'd seemed genuinely interested in seeing what she drew. And besides, if she was going to keep coming here she didn't want to make things awkward with any of the staff.

She walked back towards the gift shop, slightly hoping there would be a line of customers to give her an excuse to leave.

Jess rounded the corner into the gift shop area. There was Steven sitting behind the counter, not a customer in sight. Great.

Steven did an absurdly comical double take as Jess walked over. He stood up so quickly that he sent a pile of sticker packs flying across the counter.

"Oh, hey, you're back! Er, I mean, did you find everything you were looking for today?"

Jess couldn't help giggling in amusement. She had never seen someone look so weirdly cute while stumbling over themselves. She also couldn't remember the last time someone had such a reaction to her entering a room. It was a heady feeling.

"Yeah! I ended up settling on the row of Sekhmet statues around the corner there."

She tried to make eye contact with Steven as she spoke, but found herself unable to hold it for long. He gazed at her with such a rapt look on his face, hanging on her every word. Jess felt a blush creep up her neck, and made a show of digging her sketchbook out of her bag as an excuse to look away. Much to her relief, Steven quickly filled the space left by her silence.

"Lovely choice. Those Sekhmets are some of my favorites. Really interesting, Amenhotep was apparently obsessed with her. He commissioned hundreds of those statues and put them bloody everywhere, even in his tomb. I believe the ones in the museum here were originally from Thebes? Or was it Karnak?" Steven furrowed his brow and looked up towards the ceiling while searching his memory. After a beat he looked back at Jess and the sketchbook in her hands.

"D-did you find them to be good drawing subjects, then?" Steven fidgeted his hands together.

"I did, they're so beautiful. Even with the wear and damage. Um, if you wanted to see…" Jess half heartedly gestured towards her sketchbook.

"Please, absolutely!" Steven answered a little too quickly.

Jess looked down, trying to hide her growing blush. She opened to the pages she had sketched today and put the book down on the counter, rotating it to face Steven. He bent over to examine them, careful not to touch the sketches themselves.

"Brilliant, these are just brilliant, wow." Steven said in a low voice, shaking his head with a grin. "Someone here is hogging all the creative talent, - "

He looked up to lock eyes with Jess, and gestured towards her,

"- you." He chuckled self consciously.

If Jess wasn't blushing before she certainly was now.

"That's really sweet of you to say. They're just simple sketches." Jess thumbed the strap of her bag and looked at her sketchbook sitting on the counter. "I'm not a real artist or anything… it's just something I like to do in my free time. "

"No way, you're really talented! These are gorgeous. They're not just life-like but they feel… alive, like you captured a spirit hidden in the stone itself."

Jess looked up to meet Steven's gaze as he continued.

"There's something special here. I see those statues every day… but, looking at what you've drawn, it feels like I'm seeing them in a new way."

Steven paused and held Jess's gaze. Jess couldn't tell if she wanted to hug him or just burst out crying from his unexpectedly thoughtful compliment. The best she could muster was a small, quiet -

"...thank you. Really. You're… you're very kind." She gave him an embarrassed smile.

Steven beamed back at her.

"I mean, I'm no artist myself. I'm just a gift shop clerk, what do I know? But I think these are brilliant and that you're very talented."

He handed the sketchbook back to Jess. She got a glance of her watch as she put it back in her bag.

"Crap, sorry, I'm going to be late getting back to the office. I'd better get going." She looked up at him and gave a shy smile. "Thank you, again. I think I needed to hear that today."

Steven felt his heart flip over in his chest.

"O'course, I-I'm glad to have helped."

Jess started to walk away slowly and gave Steven a small wave.

"Well, have a good day, Steven. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" she said hopefully.

Steven felt his heart fly up into his throat.

"Sure! I'll be exactly right here, again. Well, unless my boss puts me on inventory, but hopefully not." He chuckled nervously and waved back to her. Then he remembered his mental note from earlier.

"Wait, ah, miss, d'you mind my asking what your name is?"

"Oh, right, not at all! It's Jess."

"Jess, lovely to meet you. I'm Steven, with a V." He pointed to his nametag.

To her continued embarrassment, Jess heard herself giggle in response.

"Lovely to meet you too, Steven with a V. See you tomorrow."

She turned and walked out of the exhibit towards the exit. It felt like there was an electric current humming through her body. She couldn't stop smiling to herself the whole walk back to the office.

Jess got back to her cubicle and settled into her desk chair with a sigh.

Steven with a V.

She was already looking forward to tomorrow’s lunch break.

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Steven watched Jess walk away and collapsed back into his chair behind the counter.

He looked at the glass encased artifact sitting opposite the gift shop.

"Tell me that really just happened, please?"

His reflection in the glass crossed its arms and laughed

Oh yeah bud, that definitely just happened.

"D’you think she'll actually come back tomorrow? Do you think she'll actually want to see me again? I mean…" Steven trailed off with a sigh.

She came back today didn't she? I think she might.

"Well, hopefully I don't make an ass of myself again." Steven sighed and sank deeper into the chair.

His reflection uncrossed his arms and took a few steps forward.

Hey, despite all odds I think you actually did pretty good back there. She seemed to like you! Try not to worry about it. If it's meant to be, it'll come naturally. And… at the very least, I think you made her day by complimenting her art. That counts for something.

Steven smiled weakly.

"Thanks, Marc."

Any time, Steven.

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Chapter 2

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