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Be honest. Yall out here reading incest fan fictions??? Cuz I know these demented phychopaths aren’t writing them for nobody. 😬😬😬

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A Date For One pt. 2

WARNINGS: Angst with no happy ending.

Steven: Bold

Marc: Italics

Jake’s thoughts: Bold and Italics

Preface: A little update on how Jake is doing after being let down by Dylan.

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The sinking feeling in Jake’s stomach remained for days as he couldn’t get what happened out of his mind. Dylan had lied to him, stood him up, met with a man the same night, kissed him and went on about her life like she didn’t just ruin someone’s day.

Maybe I just came on a little too strong, I could’ve been more gentle or less obnoxious.. something. I know I could’ve made her like me if she had just given me a chance.

“Mate, it’s not your fault. There was nothing you could’ve done she clearly wasn’t a good person if she could do that to someone.” And Jake knew Steven was right. He knew it. But that gnawing feeling of inadequacy that has been chasing him all his life feels like it finally caught up and is making up for lost time.

“You’ve been sitting here for two weeks straight.. wouldn’t have eaten anything if it weren’t for us. Y’know we do actually care about you right?” Steven sighs when Jake remains quiet, staring at the ground so deep that his eyes started drifting further apart in their focus.

Since that day, Jake hasn’t so much as spoke a full sentence, eaten a proper meal, got up to use the bathroom on his own, nor has he left his house. He kept hoping that his phone would magically ring with her name flashed across the screen but he knew he was reaching for stars.

After everything Jake has done for them, Marc and Steven had no issues with being there for him and taking care of him through his anguish.. they just wished there was something more that they could do. They had no clue how to make him feel better, he’s only ever responded with aggression when he was upset but this? This is nothing like that.

Jake curls into himself on the couch with a beer in hand, he wasn’t drinking it, nor even looking at it, just holding it loosely between three fingers. The frown pulled down further on his face when he thought about not being in the mood to drink his favorite drink and it only made Steven more worried.

“How about you go to a bar or a club? Let me and Marc worry about how to get us home, yeah?” More silence followed.

“Lockley. It has been. Two. Weeks. Don’t get me wrong, I know it takes a while to get over being upset but you aren’t yourself. You can’t keep feeling bad and thinking negative thoughts. You need to get up and do something that takes your mind off things.” Finally, Jake sighs. It’s a hint that they’re going in the right direction but how can they take it a step farther. Real progress is getting him to speak. Or stand up at least.

“What can we do to help?” Marc whispers through the dim reflection of the tv, doing his best to make eye contact with him.

Wordlessly, Jake stands up and walks to the closet, returning two minutes later in a different yet comfy outfit, heading towards the door with keys in hand.

“That’s the spirit!” A small smirk plays on his face as he rolls his eyes, getting in the car and setting off to the bar a couple blocks away from their flat.

“All I need is Don Julio.” The headspace erupted with happiness and laughter up until they reached the lot. Since it was only one in the afternoon, the bar was scarce. Maybe less than thirty people in total and all of them quiet and enjoying their drinks.

A couple glasses of tequila later and Jake wore a proud smile on his face, talking to his alters without worrying if others would deem him as odd or crazy. Everything was going smooth, even as women came up and spoke to him, he kept his cool. Turning them down and keeping his drink in hand, ordering one after the other and trying more sweet ones when he got tired of the numb feeling on his tongue.

He focused mainly on Marc since he held their conversations better, all the way up until he noticed Steven’s eyes widen in his peripheral.

“How about you order a drink for the road and we can get goin.” Jake knew he should’ve listened without a second thought but he couldn’t help his curiosity as he twisted in his chair and faced Dylan’s laughing face.

She wasn’t with the man she was with last time. But that didn’t seem to stop her from setting herself over his lap and kissing him on his cheek. Even after the alcohol had warmed him up, he felt a heat in his stomach that almost had him keeling over.

Without another thought, he leaves the bar with the glass still in hand, getting in the car and staring straight forward as he takes a moment to reel in what he just saw.

“She gives everyone a chance but me.”

“If she’d given you a chance how would you feel if she was with another man the next day. Be glad she didn’t waste your time thinking she was interested. She clearly likes the attention.” He knew Steven was right and didn’t make any rebuttal. He did dodge a bullet. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t get grazed.

He managed to drive them home safely and step foot in a quiet flat, standing in the doorway like he’s a guest in his own place, looking around with a dazed expression. His eyes drifted across the furniture and floor before they stopped on Steven’s reflection in the mirror, his eyes were soft and understanding. Steven of all people would know what it’s like to feel like this. To feel empty and alone when he knows he isn’t.

Jake’s feet trudge to the mirror, holding eye contact with him and melting a bit when he sees Steven’s hand rest against the glass. A tear made its way down his cheek, watching Steven’s face drop in sadness when he presses his forehead against the glass where his hand lay. Jake slid down and sat, face still against the mirror while he quietly sobbed.

“Oh.. mate..”

He knew more than ever that Jake needed a hug or a hand on his shoulder at the very least and it pained him to know that he couldn’t offer that. He sat in silence as he watched over him, watching his eyes close and eventually go to sleep.

“We’ll be here when you wake up.”

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I can’t believe I have to say this😀

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A Date For One

Jake Lockley ANGST

Summary: After Jake asks Dylan on a date he finds that not everything will go his way.

(This was requested to me)

Italics: Marc

Bold: Steven

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Jake remembers the day like it was yesterday, the day he pretended to be Stevens at work since he couldn’t force him to front and Marc was “too mentally tired” to do it himself. He took one for the team, cringing when he put on Steven’s uniform and heading to his job with a frown pulling on his lips.

He opened up the gift shop himself, walking to the counter and waiting on his phone for pretty much anything to happen. He gets tense every time he sees Donna, she’s a yapper, loves to run her mouth at Steven about fuck all and today he honestly didn’t have the time, patience, nor accent to deal with her.

Going through the day wasn’t awful when his coworkers weren’t around, talking in his usual voice and rushing the customers out of his face so he could sit back and rest his eyes. Jake thought it was more boring than frustrating, a yawn slipping past his lips every few blinks until they froze at the sight of a beautiful brownskin woman across the museum, looking around like she was lost.

His eyes darted around the store to make sure it was clear before heading out the door and flipping the sign to “closed.” He went straight to her, raking his fingers through his hair first— taking the Steven look away in exchange for a more fitting one.

With his hair pushed back, he walks up next to her, keeping a small distance before smiling and asking her name.

“Dylan, yours?” He smiles harder, she’s absolutely stunning. Her hair was black and went down to her back, skin glowing and teeth shining when she speaks. He takes a moment to appreciate her eyes before answering, “J- Steven. I’m uh.. I’m Steven Grant.” He taps his name tag with a grimace, the name itself doesn’t sound right coming off his tongue and his heart races at the white lie.

“Well, Steven, can I help you?” She tilts her head and Jake snickers, scratching his pinky over his eyebrow.

“I uh.. I saw you from over there and thought you were gorgeous, absolutely knocked the breath outta me— I had to try to talk to you.” He saw a light peach spread across her face and felt a small boost in his chest, going to compliment her again before being cut short by her voice.

“And now that you’re here?” She smirked, turning her body to face him and folding her arms over her chest.

Oh? Jake found himself getting increasingly nervous, normally he’d be the sassy one or the one that lacks interest, the more confident type. But today? She was making him shrink into himself, having him carefully pick out his words and hang on every word she let him hear, this was a whole new feeling for him.

“I was uh.. hoping you’d wanna go on a date with me? T’some really good steak at that one place down the corner? I could take you one day?” The look of hope in his eyes was one she couldn’t crush, she agreed without a.. third thought and said Tuesday night would be perfect.

“Seven alright with you?” She nods and he mimics it, smiling ear to ear before backing away to Steven’s shop again.

“Oh! Hey uh, can I get your number?” She nods and gives him a string of numbers, waving him away and walking off, success if you ask him.

The rest of the day went by in a skip and a hop since Jake was practically walking on sunshine, he got home and was too excited to go to sleep or do anything without telling the boys.

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Few days had passed and Steven was fronting, working through the whole day and finally getting back home at five, giving Jake, who’d been yapping about the date the entire day, only one and a half hours to prepare.

Once the body was surrendered to him, he took a shower, fifteen minutes.

Chose an outfit, also fifteen minutes.

Did his hair and put on some jewelry, ten minutes.

Putting shoes on and grabbing keys, five minutes.

Walking out the door and walking back in for a jacket because the weather makes no fucking sense, two minutes.

The almost half hour commute to town wasn’t too traffic-y so the first place he went was the floral shop, buying purple flowers that he thought somehow matched her smile. The steak shop was but a five minute walk so he parked his car and strode there, taking a seat and glancing over the menu while he waited for her.

He looked at his phone, it’s only a little past seven so he didn’t feel the need to worry too much, ordering a black coffee to drink while he read the books on his phone. Jake liked to read too, honestly they all do but for some reason he’s the one that found the most shame in it. Only after being around Steven more did he realize reading isn’t an old people thing but a lame people thing.. sometimes.

He was immersed in his book for around ten pages, multiple minutes flying by before he thought to check the time again, debating if he should give her a call because maybe she’s just running a little late? He doesn’t want to come off as impatient, he’d do whatever she wanted one day.

He was calm for another ten minutes, deciding to pull out his phone and send her a text or two to let her know that for one, he’s at the restaurant and for two, he’s got a surprise for her. He sent the text with a smile, peacefully going back to sipping coffee and reading as he waited for a reply.

“Sir? Were you ready to order?” The waitress came up, inspecting his half cup of coffee and offering more while he glanced over the menu one more time.

“Oh, yeah I’ll uh.. just gimme the loaded fries. Please.” He pressed his lips together to mock a smile and turned back to his mug, staring out the window in hopes of seeing her walking around out there, no luck.

“You don’t think she stood you up?” Jake felt a pang in his heart, Marc’s words were harsh but definitely a possibility that had been creeping in the back of his mind.

Lifting his phone to his ear, he began to speak back to Marc— something he started doing so that everyone else who heard them speak will ‘know’ he’s on the phone.

“I don’t want to think about that right now, thanks.”

“Buddy..”

“Don’t ‘buddy’ me like I’m supposed to be depressed. I knew she wasn’t gonna come, all I’m doing is waiting for my food and we can get the hell outta here, okay?” Marc was wiser than his alter’s words, he could feel that Jake was upset. He could feel how fast his heart was beating, how much his mind raced when he thought about why she didn’t come, the way he glances past him in the window hoping he’d see her running up to the door simply because she’s late.

Pissing Jake off in public wasn’t the plan so he stepped back into the headspace, leaving him to himself and allowing him the silence he knows he wants. When his food finally comes out, he stares down at it with no intent to eat it, watching the steam go up and thinking about what it would’ve been like to maybe share these with her.

The longer he sat, the sadder he got, slapping a fifty on the table and just calling it a night. He left the flowers where they were, dreading the walk back to his car but relaxing back in the seat when he finally got in.

He started the car up and started down the road, turning his music up a bit more and zoning out through the ride. British traffic wasn’t the worst Jake has dealt with so he’d gotten used to just cruising down the road without a second thought, having no clue that up at the second red light? She was there. Dylan.

He sat at the light, a smile almost reaching his lips until his eyes drink in the sight of the man next to her. He.. was better than him. He’s tall, lean and blond, touching on her, leaning all close and kissing her plump lips. Jake could only wonder if he knew how to fight, definitely not better than him of course but could he at least protect you? Probably not. Definitely not. He could hop out the car right now and the fucker would have no clue what to d-

HONK!

The light was green. For some reason the loud noise shoved his mind to the right spot. He pressed the pedal while accepting that she just didn’t like him.

She’d rather have that guy than have me. I would’ve done anything for her, got her anything she wanted.

He didn’t know why he thought to do this, he knew it was a horrible idea but he just had to call her once. Would she even answer? Did she have a voicemail so he could hear her voice?

He scrolled through his contacts, taking frequent glances at the road until he reached her name. He clicked it, taking a few more moments to think about this— what if she answered and pretended like nothing happened? Maybe she’d actually mean it and the could reschedule..

He clicked her name, lifting the phone to his ear and hearing one ring, followed by three off music notes that don’t play well together at all.

The number you have dialed is currently out of service.

His eyes widened, heart sinking to his feet and eyes watering. She never really wanted him in the first place, she never planned on coming. The flood of emotions he felt was strong enough to summon both boys to consciousness, ready to front to take the pain away from him.

“Jake? You alright mate?” Steven had never been so violently yanked awake and the fact that it was by Jake? What the hell is going on.

He ignored Steven, parking the car in their driveway and getting into their place before he began to shout.

“If you had just gotten the hell up that day I would’ve never met her! I had to do your job the entire fucking day, dealing with everyone’s bullshit because you were too busy up in daydream land!” Though Steven really thought it was his fault, Marc and Jake knew the truth, and Jake knew he wasn’t strong enough to keep this anger up.

“Jake. You know that’s not the reason you’re upset, you don’t have to take it out on him.” The sigh he released at Marc was guttural, rubbing his hands harshly over his face before facing them both in the mirror.

“I know. Okay? I thought I’d go on a date with her. I actually thought she liked me but from the start she knew I would be sitting in there alone.” The silence that followed was uncomfortable for all of them. Steven didn’t want to tell him he understood how he felt since he didn’t want him to think he’s pulling attention away or making it about himself. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing to him, Jake’s stability was something he always prided himself on, he had to try to do what’s best for him.

“Jake, I’m so sorry.. You didn’t deserve-“

“Maybe I did! Every day I see a woman, I talk, I laugh, I try! And still she only fucks me and runs away! I don’t understand what I’m doing!” He finally tipped over the edge, tears streaming down his face while he tries to cover them out of embarrassment. He’s supposed to be the strong one with no emotions. The one that doesn’t care and doesn’t get hurt by anything, to be completely overcome by something so minuscule was humbling to say the least.

“It has nothing to do with you. Things don’t always go our way but there are seven billion people on the planet, okay? And- and imagine if you had gotten with her? She clearly wasn’t a good person so you dodged a bullet. Figuratively this time.” He frowned when he realized his words weren’t helping him, maybe time was the best that could be offered.. but it wouldn’t hurt to let him know they’re on his side no matter what.

“He’s right. It’s best to be alone than with someone you know you’d regret. But we have each other until further notice?” Jake gave him a small nod, giving him at least a little acknowledgment so he didn’t feel that his words fell on deaf ears.

“We’ll always have each other, we know that. We know how hard life can be and how unfair it is, we just have to remember that even though we’re allowed to feel, we have to stay strong. Keep as much positivity as possible— which I know is rich coming from me but-“

“No you’re right, you are. I just.. I need to be alone. Maybe have a drink and watch the tv or somethin’.” They understood, leaving without many words and leaving him to his evening.

Jake spent the rest of the night lying in bed staring at his ceiling, he left some music on but it was so low he couldn’t tell which songs were playing. He thought about what happened over and over until he felt the emotions slowly pull back, he didn’t feel confused or hopeless anymore. He just knew he’d never be covering for Steven again.

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There’s like no Prince Naveen OR Flynn Rider smuts on this app and as a community I think we could do better.

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Marc’s Girl 18+ minors dni

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!reader

Summary: Loosening Steven up after trying on an outfit for your date with Marc tomorrow.

Warnings: Shy Steven, some haram drink consumption, premarital skin to skin contact, I think that all.

She looks gorgeous

Steven thought as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you finish up your hair. Marc had him front so you could show him your dress, Steven looked down at himself, white tee with light grey sweatpants on, clearly no underwear. You and Marc have a date night planned for tomorrow and to make sure your outfit was absolutely perfect, you ask Steven for his opinion.

“Okay, done! How do I look?” You smile, spinning and watching as his face warms, taking you in.

“You look per- pretty. Lovely.” He wipes a finger over his brow, hoping you didn’t hear his slip up. “Marc will be thrilled when he sees you.” You laugh and start walking closer to him, noticing how he anxiously fidgets as he wonders how to act around you.

“You don’t think the heels are a problem? I’m almost as tall as you.” You say, pulling his hands so he stands up.

“No- no it wouldn’t be a problem, he would love everything you’ve got on- planned! He would love everything you have planned.” Steven couldn’t help the way his eyes shifted to the mirror, paranoid that Marc would be there to yell at him for talking to his girlfriend like this. But Steven wanted her too. He wondered what it would be like for you to dress up just for him like you do for Marc. What would it be like to be kissed, even on the cheek, by you.

“What about you?” Blinking, he snapped out of his thoughts. “Hm?”

“I asked if you liked it. You keep saying that Marc would like it, but do you?” He’s looking at the mirror again, at the floor, at your feet, at the door, he’s nervous.

“I think you look… pretty.. all the time.” The way your eyes beamed made his heart clench, why did you have to be so incredible.

“Oh yeah? How come you’ve never told me before?”

How could I…

“Well, well you don’t need to be told do you? You know you’re lovely.” That might have been the smoothest thing Steven has ever said, especially when his brain was just dumping thoughts.

“You’re quite the charmer. You’ve never had a girlfriend, have you?” He frowns at the question, the truth is quite embarrassing, of course the truth is that he’s never even had a moment with a girl that was more passionate than holding hands.

“I- yes. I have. I had one when I was..”

Eighteen? Twenty-six? Thirty?

“Twenty.” He lies, watching your jaw drop. “You haven’t had a girlfriend in almost twenty years?!”

Should’ve said thirty.. five?

He looks down, your reaction hurt him, he knows it’s weird that he’s never been with a woman, that’s why he lied to you— but it has been double that, how would you have reacted if he said never?

Steven didn’t bother to answer, of course you noticed how he’s retreated a bit more into his shell.

“There’s nothing wrong with that or anything but I’m just shocked! You’re like the perfect man it’s quite unbelievable.” He looks at you in awe, then closing his mouth and nodding.

“You mean Marc.“ He was about to laugh his little shy laugh but you weren’t having any more of this denial.

“No, I know who I’m talking to, Steven. You and Marc are two completely different people.” You’ve stepped closer to him and he flinched, eyes shifting once again to the mirror, you ponder on that.

“Right.. you and Marc do communicate through reflections right? Is he here right now? ‘Cuz he’s really not supposed to be snooping on my dress.” You said, turning to look at the mirror with a stern look.

“No, he isn’t. I just- sometimes I get nervous that he might be.”

“Why?”

“Well.. you know..”

“No, I don’t think I do..?”

“Really? Well- you- you’re Marc’s girl..” You chuckled at his words, you’ve talked to Marc about this. That dating him and not Steven would be a little different for you and he fully understood. But of course he’d be jealous and not tell Steven this information.

“I can be yours too.” Gasping, he puts his hand over his heart to soothe the pleasurable ache in his chest.

“You don’t mean that..” He sighs, his face holding all the disbelief in the world, you squint at this, hatching an idea.

“You know what? We’ve never had a drink together, I have a bottle of wine that needs to be finished by tonight.. and I do mean that.” It was your smile that ultimately led him to saying yes, taking a distant seat next to you on the couch. The wine glasses were filled equally and you gave the obligatory cheers before taking a sip.

“T’s not as bad as I expected, not as bitter.”

“Yeah, it’s my favorite, when this runs out I’m going straight to the store to get another.” His eyes get comically wide, setting his glass down and turning his body to face you.

“If it’s your favorite.. don’t you think you should save it for your date with Marc tomorrow? I mean wouldn’t you want to share this with him on your ..special day?” His voice lost diction as he spoke, subdued by the idea of it not being him that you’d be happily going out with tomorrow.

He takes another sip of his drink as you respond with a voice as sweet as honey. “There’s no one I’d rather share this bottle with, Steven.” He takes another long sip, hiding his smile with the glass and finishing the cup absentmindedly.

“So, how come you haven’t had a girlfriend for such a long time, hm?“ He felt shy at the question, answering in a low voice. “Women have never seemed to like me.. Don’t really blame them, I’ve no idea how to make a woman happy.”

When Marc first told you about Steven one of the first things he mentioned was how he’s treated. No one necessarily likes him yet they don’t have a good reason not to, he gets pushed around but he doesn’t do much about it, not many people talk to him and when they do you’d find yourself wishing that there were still good people on Earth. Marc said Steven doesn’t deserve nearly as much shit as he gets, he actually wants Steven to like you so everyone would be happy.

“That can’t be true.. how’d you ask out your last girlfriend? Or did she ask you?” He didn’t want to continue this lie but with the help of a glass of wine it became a bit easier to think of a way to answer.. without answering.

“Oh, I could never go and talk to a woman. Let alone one that I fancied.” Finally finishing your wine, you make to pour two more glasses, handing Steven his cup and smiling as he takes a bigger sip.

“So that must be why you’re all the way over there?” You figured that by now, the alcohol must be running through his system, of course you figured that because of his sudden inability to hide his smile and the way he looks at you.

“Yeah, sorry, guess I haven’t quite shaken the habit.”

“So you do like me?” He sighs, “‘Course I do.. Jus’ wish I was more like Marc, would be nice to be able to look good, sound cool. I think it would be nice if I could impress you like he does. I dunno.” He shrugs, taking another sip.

“Why don’t you impress me in your own way? Y’know, rather than Marc’s way.” Pressing his lips together, he thinks for a moment.

“Well, like I said, I wouldn’t know how. He’s the one that knows what to do, he’s tried to get me a girlfriend before, y’know? Didn’t work, she threw her drink at me.” You frown, “Why?”

“Well, it was my fault, really. I set our date at a vegan restaurant.” He looks up at your confused face with a small laugh. “She wasn’t vegan, she yelled at me because I didn’t ask what she liked to eat. Actually, a small part of me believes that she did that because she regretted saying yes to me.” His smile fell when he looked at you again, you looked upset, really upset.

“I-I’m sorry, I’ve made you uncomfortable, haven’t I?” He sets his glass down and wipes his palms over his thighs, ready to leave in case you were mad at him.

“You could never make me uncomfortable, those girls suck okay? And it most definitely wasn’t your fault.” Standing, you pick Steven’s wine back up and hand it to him, sitting close enough that your legs touch.

When Steven received his glass, he passed it to the other hand. He allowed his left hand to relax but when he felt soft plump skin under his palm he jerked back with fear. “Sorry! I-I’m so sorry!” He was panicking at first, but then you laugh. That beautiful, lighthearted laugh that always seems to calm his nerves.

“What?” He laughs back, subconsciously scooting away. “You’re adorable, I don’t care that you touched my thigh.” He smiled and looked away momentarily.

“You don’t?” When he looked back at you, the comfortable smile on your face had his heart melting.

God she’s beautiful.. focus focus focus..

His thoughts were slow, concentrated on you and how your hand reached for his.

“Obviously not.” He blinked, what were you talking about? Did he miss something that had been said, done? What was happening? After a moment, he answers. “What d’you mean?”

“I thought we established that I want to be your girlfriend.” It takes multiple moments to fully understand what you were saying to him, he sat there blinking at you with the most mixed emotioned face you’ve ever seen.

“You were serious?” The waver in his voice almost broke your heart, “Why? I mean, of course I think you’re amazing.. and I know Marc and I are almost the same person to you but, uhm, d’you think you like me because you like Marc… Or do you actually think that I’m.. do you think- that you could even possibly be happy.. with me?”

“Yes, Steven, of course I can be happy with you. I like you for you, not because of Marc or anyone else. I know you’re sweet and incredibly caring. I know you’re a vegan so I’ll know to buy separate things for you, I know you love Egyptology, which is perfect for me because I think it’s interesting too, I know your fish, Gus, who really needs a companion, I know you’re entirely misunderstood, and I know that I do like you for you.” He contemplates, leg tapping and hands wringing.

“Are you sure?” You laugh at this, but he can’t seem to make himself laugh with you. “Why would I mind that?” He tilts his head in confusion. “Well- well I’m too nervous, for one.” He finishes his wine in a gulp, “I wouldn’t know what to do, how to treat you.” He thought again, the lie he’d told earlier still sitting on his chest weighing him down.

“And you were right earlier.. I’ve never had a proper girlfriend… I lied.” He sighed dramatically, you question him with a frown, feeling your stomach clench. “I just said that because I didn’t want you to know that-“ He stops to think of his words carefully, but no matter how he puts it, it still sounds the same.

“To know what..?” As patient and relaxed as ever, you calmed him down with the sound of your voice. “That no woman has ever really liked me.. because if you knew that, there’s no way that you would want me.” He wasn’t looking at you anymore, he was feeling shame, embarrassment, something too unpleasant to bare that he couldn’t put his finger on.

“I just- I know that it could change your mind..” He confirmed after maybe three seconds of silence, you put your hand on his thigh and fight back a giggle when he freezes.

“I do not give a fuck about what any other woman thinks of you. All you need to think about from now on is me, not whoever used to treat you like shit okay?” Even though he hears what you’re saying, his eyes seem to focus on the way you take his glass and put it down along with yours. The way your hips and legs shift to face him, your body coming closer, yours hands coming to the side of his face to tilt his head up so he could look in your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?“ The shock in his eyes only makes your heart flutter. He sighs out an ‘uhuh’ and you lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips, pulling back and laughing at the fact that his eyes are still blissfully closed.

You take that as a sign to press two more soft pecks before using your thumb to pull his lip down, sucking on it and pulling it softly with your teeth. He gasps and pulls away as he looks at you with curious eyes, you were sure he had a question but his eyes trailed away instead, shying away from it.

“What do you want to say?” The attempt to make your voice as sweet as possible must’ve worked since he turns to you, albeit slowly, and starts to mumble. “You- don’t have to say yes, but I wanted to- wanted you to maybe, teach me how to.. kiss.. you…”

“Of course, come with me.”

Part 2 maybe?

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18+ MINORS DNI

Steven Grant w/ mentions of Marc

Steven Grant x Reader

Description: Steven decorates the house to spend some quality time with you, though things don’t go as planned, he can’t say they went south.

Authors note: Two of my friends said this was good so if you disagree.. you’re lying.

Warnings: none that I know of

For months Steven has been trying to compete with Marc’s expertise. Marc had you wrapped around his finger and Steven knew he could never be like him, could never impress you the way he does. His plan had been to ask to be your boyfriend at the end of the night, preferably after all the stalling it’d probably take to get something like that out of his system. Today he’d decorate the flat by lighting candles, cooking an exceptional meal, rose petals everywhere, and him in a suit holding flowers

He’d been preparing since you left for work, the flowers were red and pink with the greenest stems in the shop, he hoped all this would get you to like him more. He double checked the entire flat with anxiety, it’d be any minute that you’d walk through that door with that pretty smile still pulling on your lips.

Unbeknownst to Steven, today had been horrific. Everything frustrated you and you wanted nothing more than to melt into their embrace and cry or kiss or whatever they’d suggest you do. When you pushed the door open, Steven was standing awkwardly with the flowers covering most of his face. You saw the way he scrambled to stand straight so he could offer you a warm welcome.

“Hello y/n, I was hoping today you and I could-“ He watched as tears began to stream down your face, eyes darting everywhere in the room and then at him and the rose petal coated bed. His shoulders slumped as he took in the hurt look on your face, sitting the flowers down with a defeated sigh.

“I’m sorry, I don’t- I don’t know what I’m doing.. I guess I just thought.. maybe I could surprise you? I dunno..” His voice trailed as he also began looking around. “It does look a bit overwhelming.” He pushes out a soft laugh while rubbing a hand down his face, picking up a vanilla candle and blowing it out.

“No! No, I’m just happy! Today was horrible, this is honestly exactly what I wanted.” His eyes began to light up, weight shifting from foot to foot in excitement.

“With.. me?” The hope in his voice made you melt, you couldn’t help but smile. “I couldn’t imagine anyone else.”

“Really? S-so..” The evening began to look promising and he only wanted it to get better, he sat the candle down and began to think. “I got these for you!”

He picked the flowers back up and handed them to you, eyes softening a bit when he hears you giggle. “I could give you a massage if you want, make you a plate too so you could eat?” You smirk and raise your eyebrow while looking him up and down.

“A massage on the rose petal covered bed?”

His smile falters, he didn’t want to seem like he had any bad ulterior motives but the look in your eye made him nervous. “O-or we could skip the massage! It’s whatever you’d like, really!”

You’ve always thought his shyness was sweet but Steven has been digging himself into a hole since you moved in. He’s got it in his head that you’re only with Marc because you couldn’t imagine a full day with him, having to spend the whole time dancing around his nerves and coaxing him out of his shell.

It made sense to Steven that you’d only want to be with Marc, he knew what he was doing. But the real reason you and Steven never got there was because of Steven, he distances himself all the time without realizing it and when you do hit on him he blushes and shies away. He’s a very tricky man.

“So what is all this? What did you have in mind today?” You walk to him and place yourself in his arms, staying against him as he begins to talk.

“Well, I just.. I wanted to hang out with you today. Get closer to you..” His breath began to shake and you definitely noticed his quickening heartbeat. “I wanted to talk to you, watch movies? I dunno.. I just wanted to spend more time with you.” He raises his eyebrows to prepare for your response, hoping you were onboard.

“That sounds perfect, Steven. Did you plan on a fun night too? Most people don’t decorate the bed for nothing.” The alarmed look on his face made you giggle, it’s kinda funny that a grown man panics at the thought of sex.

It goes without saying that Steven is very anxious right now. Afraid that he’s offended you, disgusted you, made you hate him, all of the world’s weight on his shoulders for no good reason. He began to look at reflections, hoping Marc would appear and be willing to take the body to make you feel better. After squeezing his eyes closed and letting out his little sigh, he flinched as he felt a kiss on his cheek. His eyes shot open and he stared down at you, you can tell he doesn’t know wether to be confused or thankful.

“I’m flirting with you, Steven.” You said with a smile and a sing song voice, hoping he’d finally understand. You knew giving hints at this point was useless so maybe just being frank will get him.

“I- well,” he paused for a moment, mouth hanging open. “I don’t want you to think that I wanted sex.”

“No yeah, I got it. You definitely don’t want to have sex with me. Right?” Suddenly Steven heard Marc snicker and looked across the room, he was in a distant mirror, watching. He knew that this was a trick question. If he said no, that meant never, if he said yes, that meant he definitely wanted to have sex. It sounded like a lose/ lose situation to him. What’s most important right now, however, is trying to impress you.

“I.. I got you gifts..” He whispered, looking down but pointing back at the three bags on the bed.

“Hm.” You smirked. “We’re coming back to the question after I open these. Just so you know.” He watched thankfully as you walked calmly to the bags, sitting on the bed and waving him over to sit next to you. He did as you instructed and watched as you opened the first big bag, pulling out a robe.

It was white and fluffy. One of the robes you’d wear when you’ve just skillfully disposed of your rich sugar daddy husband’s body. It was fluffy at the bottom with fluffy cuffed sleeves, a tough first gift to beat.

“Steven, this is- it’s beautiful!” You turned and threw your hands around his neck, continuously kissing his cheek and laughing. He couldn’t hide his smile, you looked so excited to be getting these gifts from him. He took a mental note of this moment, setting a reminder to buy you something nice frequently so he could see you wear this smile every day— And that robe.

“Should I open the next one?” He laughed and nodded, picking up the bag and handing it to you.

The second bag was significantly bigger than the first one, when you held it you realized there was because a box was inside. You sat it next to you on the bed and lifted the box out and saw a red rose teddy bear holding a heart. A teddy bear made of roses, it was gorgeous. He watched in content as you stared at the bear, reading the paper heart and holding your hand over your heart.

You’re my favorite person. I want nothing more than to be yours.

“Awh, you’re so sweet, baby.” His heart thumped, skipping a beat at the pet name, looking down at his feet to hide his smile.

“You have one more..” He pushes the smaller bag to you, letting you know that it’s not as extravagant as the others. You pulled out a rectangular jewelry box, pulling back the lid and seeing a gold bracelet with four charms. A moon, sun, star, and a pyramid. He watched nervously as you react in silence, staring down at it, not the slightest trace of happiness on your face. In fact, he sees your brows knit and lips begin to turn down— you were about to cry.

“Hey, uh don’t- don’t worry about it, yeah? I can always return it. It’s only four, if I hurry I can go get you something else-“

“Steven.”

“No, really! It’s no problem, they close at six so I can just go get you-”

“Steven.” The strict tone in your voice shut him up immediately, retreating into his shell and staring down at his fidgeting thumbs. You were waiting for him to look up at you, to see you were incredibly happy right now, but when he began to speak softly, your heart broke.

“It was.. was stupid, I knew it was I just thought-”

“I love all of your gifts. Every last one down to the charm. I wouldn’t ask for anything else, I couldn’t.” He looked up and saw that you had put it on already, tears in your eyes as you smiled at him.

“But you’re crying..” He took this chance to scoot closer, holding your hand in his and kissing your knuckles.

“How could I not be?” You laughed, kissing him on the cheek and then turning his face to yours. He pulled you into a warm hug, partly because what he wanted to say next, he knew he wouldn’t be able to say it to your face.

“When I decorated the house.. the thought… did cross my mind once. But that wasn’t the reason I did it, I don’t expect it from you or- or even want it. I just want to enjoy the evening with you. That’s all.” Steven felt your smile on his neck, feeling the cool air swoosh in as you back away from the hug.

“Thank you, Steven. For everything you did for me today.” The kiss he received felt reverent, the way your hands cupped his face with that beautiful crease on your forehead from your raised brows.

“T’was nothing, love. Would do it every day if I could.” He smiled, looking down almost sadly before looking up as if a negative thought never even crossed his mind.

“What was that?”

“What.. was what?”

“I dunno, you just looked upset after you said that.. what’s wrong?” Though he was reluctant to answer, he managed to give himself some courage by scooping your hands from his face into his.

“I just- I.. to be truthful.. tonight wasn’t just supposed to be us hanging out.” You scoff and nod at him to continue. “I was.. thinking. A lot. For weeks. And I thought about how.. y’know, the best way to ask you.” He shook his head, attempting to start over before you placed your hand on his chest.

“Hey, you don’t have to be so nervous okay? Just breathe and try again, I promise whatever you say won’t turn out as bad as you’re thinking.” He nibbles his lip a bit before taking in a short breath.

“I was.. I had actually planned to tell you later, over dinner but.. I’m so nervous I don’t have an appetite.” He laughed and squeezed his hands together, breathing for a moment before he continued.

“I’ve wanted to be your boyfriend for a really long time. I know I’m nothing like Marc, I’m not as confident, I don’t dress as well, I’m vegan so I probably can’t cook your favorite foods— but I can learn! I can do my best for you, though I know my accent is weird, I-“

“Steven, what are you saying?” To you it seemed like he was apologizing for not being.. Marc? Or more like him at the least.

“Just..” You watched his face droop, ready to reform his sentence. “You’re lovely, a perfect human being.. I just thought.. if I don’t ask you now, I- I dunno.. why I thought-“

“No! Not that, Steven. I’d love to be your girlfriend but.. you were explaining how you weren’t like Marc, why?”

“Y’know, to you me and Marc are the same person.. least a little bit. Marc is.. Marc is more impressive than I am, more experienced with everything.. knows what to say and do. Going from dating him to including me in it all, I can imagine would be.. frustrating?” You nod, you do understand what he’s trying to say but the fact that he’s saying this is.. kind of saddening.

“I won’t get frustrated, Steven. I’ve got all the patience in the world for you, baby.” His eyes shifted down to your lips, looking away and hoping you didn’t notice— you did.