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Third One's The Charm - Moon Knight 🌙✨

Pairings: Jake Lockley x F!Reader (in focus), Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort 🌓, Fluff 💛, Smut 🌝

Summary: Jake Lockley was fine. Really. Marc and Steven are happy with their girlfriend and he's okay staying in the shadows. He's used to staying in the shadows. He managed to stay hidden from the boys for years, but lately something makes him take control more and more. Or rather, someone makes him take control more and more.

A/N: Please note that I only used information from the show about DID, sorry if something is not correct 🙏 Since we haven't seen much of Jake I went with the vibes we saw of him in ep 5. We stan a murder daddy in this house 😌

I started writing this before ep 6 came out, but I also can't speak Spanish, so I went with a New Yorker vibe.

Warnings: way too many use of the word "different(ly)", rough sex, dirty talk, name calling

Tagging: @mystical-gcl @marshmallow--3 @love-on-the-murder-scene

Part 2

Steven and Marc had similarities, but they were very different at the same time. Being with them for months now made you notice every little change in behaviour. They had different accents of course, but they moved differently too, they carried themselves differently, they looked at you differently.

They eat differently and had their coffees differently. Even the way they brushed their teeth was different. Whatever they did, you only needed to take one look at them to know who was going on about their day as they moved around the flat.

But lately they confused you. The first time you didn't know which one you were dealing with was about two weeks ago. You woke up and upon seeing your boyfriend shirtless in the kitchen, you know it was Marc, since Steven prefered to wear a shirt around the flat, only taking it off when you requested it during cuddles in bed.

You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him from behind, putting your cheek against his warm back and breathing in his scent.

"Good morning, hun." - you said kissing one of his shoulder blades.

"Good morning." - he replied, voice sounding a little bit different.

It sounded like he was having a slightly different accent. Still American, but it was not his usual one. His tone of voice was different too. Marc was always laid back and confident, flirty even when he talked to you. Right now it sounded like he was spooked. Or on edge.

Steven was like this at the very beginning of your relationship, but he came out of his shell more and more as the time passed and now is completely relaxed in your presence.

You looked over him to see what he's doing and he turned a little, lifting one of his arms to hold you close to him.

You smiled and watched as he was prepairing coffee, one in your favourite mug and another in...

"Uhm, that's Steven's." - you told him, and you felt him tense up.

"So?"

"You know he's very adamant on you two using your own stuff for eating and drinking."

He sighed and you watched with a frown as he put 3 spoons of sugar in his coffee.

Marc liked his coffee with a little bit of milk and nothing else.

Steven drank his with only 1 spoon of sugar in it.

"Don't know why he's so worked up because of that. Last I checked we share the same body, eh?"

Something was off. This was different. All jokes aside he sounded like a New York thug. You reached up and cupped his face between your hands and turned it, so you could look at him.

"Are you okay?" - you asked softly.

He looked down sheepishly, like you caught him doing something wrong and you could see as his cheeks turned red a little. When he looked back at you, your heart jumped in your chest. His eyes looked a little bigger, more round, and he had an intense stare. There was something deep inside them, something feral. For a second it looked like he wanted to kiss you, because he leaned down, but stopped himself and shook his head.

"Marc?"

Hearing the name made him wince slightly and he suddenly hugged you close to him. You returned his embrace, holding him strongly, and you kissed his neck when you heard him smell your hair, inhaling your scent deeply. A few seconds later a slight shudder ran through him, and he pulled away, looking at you adoringly, like you were the center of his universe.

"Hey, love."

You blinked a few times, and caressed his cheek.

"Hey, Steven."

"Did you sleep well?" - he asked as he turned slightly to look over the counter and saw his mug.

"Yeah..." - you said, trailing off.

"Oh, did you make coffee for me?" - he asked as he picked it up and took a sip.

His eyes instantly went wide and he spat it back into the mug.

"Ow, sorry! It's just... I drink mine with a little bit less sugar in it." - he smiled apologetically.

"I know..." - you said in a breathless voice as you were staring at the drink in his hand with confusion.

"Then why did you put so many in it?" - Steven asked as he poured it out into the sink and went to make a new one. - "Did Marc make the coffee?"

You took an uneasy step back from him and replied in a shaky voice:

"I don't know."

When Steven detected the fear in your voice, he turned around confused. His face instantly became worried when he saw you were visibly upset.

"Hey, what's worng, love? Are you alright?" - he asked as he helped you sit down at the table, then crouched down in front of you.

"I don't know. Are you alright?" - you asked back.

Steven looked surprised by the question, but smiled.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

You calmed down a little at his response and took his hand in yours.

"Wait, did Marc do something?" - he asked and he looked like he was ready to kick ass.

"No, no. It... wasn't him. I'm just tired I guess. What do you say we go back to bed and watch Friends?"

Steven stood up and kissed your forehead.

"Sounds like a plan, princess."

-----

The next time Marc fronted you asked him about that morning, but he didn't remember anything. He said after he woke up he went to the bathroom and Steven must have took control. Which was weird because for a long time now they always told each other if they wanted to front, or when they felt tired or stressed they asked the other to take over.

"Why, did Steven do something?" - Marc asked as you two were walking hand in hand on the street to have dinner at a restaurant.

"No. It was just weird. Maybe I'm just seeing things."

Marc looked at you in concern, and wanted to ask you about it, but then suddenly a man walked into you from the side, almost making you fall.

You were glad you weren't alone and that your boyfriend caught you, or else you'd be on the ground, probably with your stockings ripped at your knees.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking!" - the man apologised, and you instantly felt your annoyance dissolve when you saw that he was carrying a lot of grocery bags, one of them now on the ground with apples rolling everywhere from inside.

"It's alri-" - you wanted to say and reach down to help him pick up the fruits, but Marc's hold on your arm tightened, and he pulled you behind him.

"Hey why don't you watch where you're going, man?" - he asked and blocked you with his body from the man before him.

Your eyes widened, hearing that he was talking differently again. It was like he was clenching his jaw while he was speaking and his accent was weird again.

"Hey, it's okay-" - your hold on his arm tightened and you tired to pull him back, from the man who was staring at him, clearly scared.

Marc, or whoever this person was in your boyfriends' body turned to you.

"No, it's not okay! He hurt you!" - he shouted.

You took a step back from him and you felt like you should run. He looked... wild. Like he was about to murder someone. But somewhere deep inside your boyfriends were in there too, so you put on a brave face.

"It was an accident! Will you just calm down?!" - you spat in his face and yanked your arm out of his grip, then walked around him to help the poor man pick up his apples.

"I'm terribly sorry, miss! He's right, I should've been more careful!"

"It's okay, nobody got hurt." - you smiled at him and you tried to hide your annoyance when your boyfriends' hand appeared in your line of vision and saw two apples in his hand.

The man took them from him with slightly shaking hands and nodded in thanks.

When you stood up, you looked at him expectantly. You saw his jaw tighten, then he cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, man. I overreacted."

The man nodded again and quickly hurried away.

You turned to 'Marc' and raised an eyebrow at him while you crossed your arms over your chest.

His posture shrank, and he looked to the ground again like a kid who was caught doing something he was not supposed to. He was biting his lower lip repeatedly, looking clearly stressed out.

"Hey." - your eyes softened and you walked to him, slowly taking his hands in yours.

His eyes bore into yours and you saw as his shoulders relaxed a little.

"Who are you?" - you asked in a whisper, and you caressed his knuckles with your thumbs.

You saw pain behind his eyes. And yearning.

"Someone who shouldn't be here." - he answered and before you could find out more, you saw as his eyes rolled back and then he looked around confused.

"Whoa, that was weird. Did Steven took control again?" - Marc asked.

You gulped and slowly started nodding your head.

"Y-yeah. A guy ran into me, and I guess Steven didn't want you to kick his ass so he dissolved the situation." - you replied with an unsure smile.

Wow, did you just lie to your boyfriend? It took months for him and Steven to learn to live with each other, and sometimes they still bickered like two five year old boys. You didn't know what would happen if you told them they are sharing a body with a third person.

"Are you okay?" - Marc asked concerened, rubbing your upper arms and shoulders.

"Yeah. Let's go eat, okay?"

-----

You haven't seen him since. You were conflicted when it came to him: you wanted to see him, to get to know him better, but on the other hand you were a bit scared of him. He looked terrifying and dangerous. Unstable. Broken. But he didn't hurt you and you wondered if he felt safe in your presence since he showed himself to you.

You also wondered why the boys aren't aware of him. He didn't take control often, you wondered why was that. Or why is he showing himself now. Maybe he was a new alter? The thought made you worry. Alters are usually created when a person suffers a trauma which they can't cope with. You hoped nothing bad happened to Marc and Steven in the past few months since they were with you. It would break your heart to know they went through a hard time without you having any clue about it.

You wanted to be there for them no matter what and you decided you'll be there for this new alter too. There must be a reason why he fronted in your presence two times now. He seemed lonely and you will provide him comfort until he feels safe enough to introduce himself to the others. He can't stay hidden forever, right?

-----

You walked through the apartment door on a late afternoon after a long day at work. You dropped your keys into a bowl on the kitchen counter with a loud jingle, then threw your bag into one of the chairs annoyed. You kicked off your shoes with a groan and as you passed your confused boyfriend you pecked his cheek and went straight to the bathroom.

"Must be a bad day." - Jake murmured to himself and turned to look at the bathroom door.

He didn't like it when you were upset, and he knew Steven and Marc always managed to calm you down. Sometimes with cuddles and sometimes with... well, sex.

He felt the urge to go after you, he felt the need to be able to make you relax, to be able to feel your skin against his, directly and not through Marc or Steven. But he wasn't your boyfriend. It would be wrong to pose as one of them and make you believe you were with them. He still felt like some kind of creep when he co-fronts while one of them is being intimate with you, and this would take it to a whole other level.

He didn't want to give the body back to Marc or Steven yet either. They have it most of the time and Jake was tired of being the punching bag and side character in their lives. He deserved a life for himself too which wasn't full of pain and suffering. He will always protect the boys without a second thought, but he also had enough. If they can share the body with each other, there must be enough room for another, right? Well, it would suck for them at first, but it was about time he took control every once in a while and not just when they were in inmediate danger. He wanna have some fun too. Like go to a Yankees match, eating a hotdog and drinking cold beer. Or take a walk in the park, feeding ducks and doves, while he enjoys a coffee himself. Okay, sometimes he did those things, but he wants to do them more often.

Or try new things. Like cuddle with you on a rainy day on the couch, or make love to you in the middle of the night when you two can't sleep.

Marc and Steven did those things. He wants to do them too.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the opening of the batroom door and he watched mesmerized as you walked out wrapped in a beige towel that reached your mid-thighs, hair wet and body glistening with a thin layer of water.

"Sorry for going in there without a word, but I really needed that." - you smiled at his expression while you walked in the kitchen.

He was looking at you with a kind of disbelief written across his face.

Steven usually looked at you with a lovestruck expression, his eyes dovey, and smiling softly while he took in the sight of you, and Marc almost always looked like he wanted to undress you and take you to the bedroom.

This time it was different. Those eyes looked like they were seeing you like this for the first time and their owner wasn't sure if he was dreaming or watching reality. It was cute.

You walked past him to get something to drink, but he softly grabbed your wrist and pulled you between his legs, as he hugged you. His arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, feeling as his clothes became damp because of your wet body.

You giggled, and hugged him back.

"I'm gonna get you wet."

"I'm not completely sure, but I think I should be the one saying that."

You laughed louder and pulled away, cupping his face.

"You are funny, random citizen." - you ruffled his hair, giggling at his wide eyed expression.

You made another succesful attempt to approach the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, drinking almost half of it.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and turned back to him.

"So what's your name?"

Jake looked taken aback. He knew there were times when you suspected he was neither of your boyfriends, hell, last time he pretty much confirmed it, but he thought he hid away for enough time for you to forget about those little moments.

"Marc?" - he tried.

You smiled and shook your head.

God, you were so cute when you smiled like that.

"Steven?"

You giggled and shook your head more.

He liked it when you laughed.

He loved it when he made you laugh.

"J-Jake." - he finally admitted.

"Ah, so he has a name." - you teased and walked over to him and put one of your hands on the side of his face, gently caressing his cheek. Your eyes softened when he leaned into your touch. - "I'll go dry my hair and put on some clothes. You'll still be here?"

He nodded as an answer, still looking a little mesmerized. You smiled again and as you walked back to the bathroom, you asked him to order some food.

The rest of the afternoon went with you two watching movies on Netflix while destroying a large pizza and drinking beer. First he was quite tense when you two sat down on the couch, and there were uncomfortable silences between brief conversations, but as the afternoon turned into evening, Jake found himself closer and closer to you, now sitting with your knees and shoulders touching each other.

He laughed at a silly scene from the movie and you looked at his face, smiling, feeling happy that finally he spent more time with you and didn't run away like he used to.

"What time is it?" - he asked suddenly.

"Half past ten."

"Shit!" - he turned left and right, looking around frantically.

"Wha-?"

"Remote?!"

You handed it to him and he snatched it out of your hand, quickly surfing the channels.

"Ah, thank God, it just started." - he relaxed and you snorted as you stared at the baseball game.

"Oh my God, are you a Yankees fan?"

He narrowed his eyes at you.

"What's wrong with the Yankees?"

"Dave said they suck."

"Who's Dave?"

"A co-worker of mine."

"Well, looks like I'm gonna fucking kick Dave's ass."

You laughed out loud, then got up from the couch to pick up the empty pizza box and beer cans. You cleaned up a little in the kitchen too, then walked back to Jake.

"Have fun watching the game, I'm gonna head to bed." - you said and you leaned down to kiss his forehead.

He hugged you before so you knew he liked physical affection, plus he was sharing the body with your boyfriends, so it came as second nature to you to show them love.

He grabbed your wrist again gently, to stop you from leaving.

"Will you stay with me?"

"I can't sleep with the TV on."

"I lower the volume."

"But you're watching a game. You're gonna jump and yell when the Yankees get points." - you raised an eyebrow.

"I won't."

"Please... Marc does the same when he watches football, and Steven does it too when he watches cricket."

"Well, I'm not Marc nor Steven. Please?"

You sighed, then sat on the couch again. You grabbed a pillow and put it in Jake's lap and you laid down, resting your head there.

Jake smiled as he lowered the volume and reached for the fluffy blanket that was on the backrest. He put it over you and chuckled a little when you turned on the couch, facing away from the TV and pushing your face into his stomach with a small whine. He started caressing your hair and found himself watching you more than the game as you slowly succumbed to sleep.

-----

Well, this sucked.

Jake pulled a Steven and tried to stay awake for as long as possible, never wanting that night to end. In your sleep you hugged his waist and were holding onto the back of his shirt, with every breath you took warming his stomach as you nuzzled your face into him while he gently played with your hair. It ignited an unfamiliar feeling deep inside of him, and he didn't want to put out those flames ever, because they warmed him up from inside and made his heart beat faster.

But he did fall asleep in the early hours of the morning and now, as he 'accompanied' Steven as he was getting ready for work, a quick glimpse to the calendar told him that three days have passed since.

Morherfucker.

Looks like the boys got needy too, since he often hijacked the body to watch you with 'his own eyes' as you went about with your day in the past few weeks, and they switched fronting between themselves.

Hmm.

This needs to end.

But first...

-----

"Oh, did you buy me a present?" - you asked Marc with an excited smile as you spotted a little gift bag on the kitchen counter.

"Not me." - he replied as he continued eating his dinner.

"Hmm, so Steven buys me little gifts and you dont, tsk, tsk, tsk." - you teased him.

Marc smiled.

"Honey, the things I'm offering cannot be bought with money." - he said then looked up thinking. - "Unless you hire a prostitute."

You laughed and picked up the bag.

"Well, since you don't woo me with presents, I just might!"

"Oh, Steven will love that."

You laughed again and looked inside. You frowned when you saw a white cloth in it with thin black stripes. You pulled it out and pursed your lips to keep yourself from smiling when you realized it was a New York Yankees jersey.

Marc picked up the little card that fall on the table when you pulled it out.

"Not from Dave." - he read it aloud confused and he jumped a little when a loud laugh exploded out of you. - "Who's Dave?"

"A co-worker of mine. But it's not from him."

"Then?"

"It's from a... friend." - you smiled at him, wondering if Jake was there.

Oh, he was. And he promised himself that he will give you more gifts if you rewarded him with that joyful laugh. He also promised himself he would make you forget the word 'friend' when it came to him.

He didn't want to front in case Marc and Steven grew suspicious. When Jake is fronting he makes sure the other two are blocked out, but if he does that often he would break the carefully built bond between the boys and that's the last thing he wanted. They often co-fronted with each other, even if it was just for a few minutes, and they only blocked each other when they truly wanted to be left alone. Which was rare, cause they became pretty comfortable with living with each other.

He just has to wait a little more.

-----

It was the Yankees playing tonight, so of course Jake fronted, forcing Marc to go the fuck asleep. He may respected their schelude, but he had his priorities too. No one should mess with game night, and because of his two headmates, Jake missed enough games that pissed him off enough to send Marc or Steven to wonderland without a second thought.

He switched the program on the TV from some old Van Damme movie Marc was watching to the sport channel and went to the kitchen to search for some snacks and beer.

You woke up after a much needed nap. Marc gave you a foot massage after another stressful day at work, which made you fall asleep in minutes. You heard someone shuffling around the kitchen and you slowly got up, peeking your head outside the room. When you saw that a baseball game was on, your heart skipped a beat.

Jake.

It was almost a week since you last saw him and you missed spending time with him. You remembered the jersey he gave you and you decided game night was a good opportunity to put it on. It was in mens size, so it was pretty big for you and you wondered if he didn't bought it for you, but gave you his.

The thought made your cheeks heat up. You looked in the mirror and since it reached the middle of your thighs, you didn't put on pants. It was pretty hot in the flat anyways.

You quietly walked out and watched Jake from behind as he was looking around in the fridge. He turned around after he pulled out a beer and jumped a little in surprise when he saw you, making you giggle. The way his eyes wandered over your body and spent a good amount of time staying on your legs made your insides ache in a good way.

Jake wasn't experienced at being in a relationship but was this an invitation? You were wearing his jersey and probably nothing else, and he was pretty sure he only saw that look in your eyes, when you wanted Marc and/or Steven to fuck you.

Oh yeah, he knew there were times when they switched while fucking you and it was hot as hell. He wondered if he can do that with the boys after he finally grows a pair and introduces himself to them.

Speaking of growing, something in his pants just woke up.

"Hi." - he said as he took a caotious look towards the couch.

No, you must mistake him for Marc or Steven. He gave you the jersey, you are just casually wearing it... in the hottest way possible...

"Hi, Jake."

Holy mother of sweet baby Jesus.

He was about to sin and he will enjoy every minute of-

No. Just walk to the fucking couch, Lockley, it's not that hard. But first let's find the bottle opener.

He heard your voice as his eyes scanned the counter and table.

"Looking for this?" - you asked as you lightly waved it left and right in your hand.

Jake gulped, as he tried to stay casual as he walked in front of you, to take it from you, but you pulled your arm back and held it behind your back.

You felt him huff, his hot breath hit your face, as a few strands of your hair gently flew back by the action.

He held out his hand expectantly.

You shook your head with a smile that made his cock twitch in his pants. He always liked it when you were playful.

"Maybe try to ask nicely." - you teased.

Jake hummed and a smirk slowly grew on his lips. He moved the beer he was holding in his other hand towards you, and you let out a shriek when the cold bottle made contact with the skin on your thigh.

It also caused you to jump, bumping into his chest. He used the opportunity to wrap an arm around your waist to hold you close and with his other one he snatched the bottle opener out of your hand.

"Maybe that will teach you a lesson, princess." - he said as he let you go and opened his beer, taking a sip.

You gave him a murderous stare.

"About what?" - you asked as you hopped on the kitchen counter.

You saw as his eyes dropped to your thighs.

"About wanting to tease me."

"Why?"

"I'm not one of your boyfriends." - he said.

And there it was again. The pain behind his eyes. The loneliness in his lingering stare.

"Well, to me you sure do look like them." - you said with a half smile, and you lifted your foot to touch the side of his leg, gently caressing it.

Jake's eyes dropped to the action, your smooth leg was a hypnotizing sight, especially after all those times when he imagined that you were hooking it around his waist. Not Marc's, not Steven's. His.

Now he was sure this was an invitation and he will happily accept the call.

He stepped between your legs and felt a shiver ran through him when you opened your thighs wider to welcome him in, then your legs slowly wrapped around him, keeping him close to you as he kissed your lips.

First, he was slow, not really believeing that this was really happening. He put the beer and the bottle opener on the counter and with one hand he cupped your face and with his other he grabbed your leg, caressing your soft skin. His thumb slid to the inner side of your thigh and an almost inaudible growl left his lips when he felt that your legs parted more again. He pulled away from the kiss as he looked at you and his hand slipped from your face to your neck and a smirk grew on his lips when a small gasp escaped you. He moved his thumb to caress the sensitive skin just next to the sideline of your panties and when your legs trembled, he chuckled.

He wasn't gentle when he started caressing you through your panties and he kissed you again rougher, when your hands flew to his forearm which was holding your neck, to hold on for dear life.

His kisses were deep and passionate, needy and posessive. He was more demanding than Steven or Marc and the thought that Jake was so desperate for you made your insides melt, juices leaking out of you to dampen your panties, which Jake happily noticed.

He pulled away again and looked down pulling your panties aside to admire what he did to you.

He used two fingers to smear your wetness all over your pussy then he looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed them inside you.

He watched in satisfaction as your eyes widened and a small whine esaped you. He pulled his fingers out, lifted his hand and licked your wetness off them, a soft moan signaling his approval of your taste.

"Jake..." - you whined as your grip on his forearm tightened.

Oh, how much he loved hearing his name from your mouth. Especially like this.

"I know, baby, I know." - he kissed you as he pushed his fingers inside you again and swallowed your moans with hunger.

He fastened his movements with each passing second, soon fucking you with his fingers with fast and hard thrusts.

He loved the way as your head dropped back, eyes rolling inside your head as you literally turned from a fucking tease to a dumb bitch in his hands in a matter of minutes. It made him so hard, that his boxer briefs felt like an agonizing cage. Fortunately he could feel you nearing your orgasm and he moved his hand to the back of your head, grasping your hair harshly and he attacked your exposed neck with needy bites and kisses, sucking deep, bruising marks into your skin to show them who you really belonged to.

The way he was claiming your neck was harsh and painful, but not enough to disturb you. It mixed with an undescribeable pleasure that made your hips roll forward to meet the movements of his hand.

Jake's arm stilled and he looked down between you, watching as you desperately tried to get yourself off.

"Needy bitch." - he whispered, but honestly it sounded like a praise from his mouth. He smirked when he felt your walls squeeze him at the name. - "Fuck yourself on my fingers, doll. Wanna see you cum." - he ordered and watched with pleasure as you did so.

He felt as you became more and more desperate, not really being able to feel him at the right angle, and your pleading eyes and whines didn't fail to melt his heart.

"I got you, baby." - he said and started fucking you with a brutal speed, making you cry out loudly.

His hand slipped back to your throat from your hair, and when he felt your body tense because of your approaching orgasm, he applied more and more pressure to your neck. He used his thumb to graze your clit roughly and within a few seconds your body exploded with a mindblowing pleasure that made you see white.

"Good girl. Such a good fucking girl." - Jake praised you as he felt your pussy clench and throb around his fingers and he helped prolonging your pleasure by massaging that magical spot on the front wall of your vagina.

You gasped and panted as you slowly came down from your high and you grabbed his wrist to pull his fingers out of you when the sensations became too much.

You were still feeling dizzy when Jake wrapped your arms around you and lifted you up to put you from the counter to the kitchen table. He slowly pushed you down on your back and he kissed your thighs with surprising gentleness as he slid your panties down your legs, then dropped them on the floor. He opened your legs again, stepping between them and he kissed his way up your body starting with your mound, traveling through your hips, waist and stomach as he rolled the jersey up your body past your breasts. He kneaded them in his hands, watching your face, waiting for you to give him permission to claim you with his cock too.

After you gained enough strenght to lift your head and look at him, you frowned a little in confusion when his soft, careful and loving touches paired with a same expression.

"Still Jake, don't worry, sweetheart." - he chuckled like he was able to read your mind, and as an answer hunger took over the dominance on his features and you moaned when he kissed one of your breast and sucked a red mark on the inside of it, licking the bruise apologetically when you hissed in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"You okay, baby?" - he asked as he kissed your other breast too, not breaking eye contact, and when you nodded he bit the soft flesh there too and smirked when you started giggling. - "Can I fuck you?" - he asked when you ran your fingers through his hair, needily pulling on his locks, making a light, but warm shudder to ran through his spine.

"Yes, please." - you nodded and he pushed himself up more to kiss you.

Again, he started slow but as you wrapped yourself around him and needily pulled on his hair and shirt, he took dominance again.

He couldn't wait longer when you started rubbing your hot, wet cunt against his bulge and he pulled away forcefully from your lips as you tried to cling to him.

He pulled his shirt off with a smirk, loving the effect he had on you. Then he pushed off his sweatpants and boxer briefs and after he rubbed his rock hard cock over your pussy a few times to make it wet, he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

"Oh, fucking hell." - he cursed as his eyes rolled back.

Fuck, you felt amazing. Your pussy was so warm and wet an tight and oh so inviting. It literally begged him for a good, hard fuck and Jake looked down at you for confirmation.

"Good?"

"So good." - you nodded and that fucking little lip bite made him feral.

He pulled out and rolled his hips back into yours with such a strenght that it made you slip further on the table.

Jake grabbed your hips and pulled you back roughly, then put your arms around his waist.

"Better hold on tight, princess." - he warned and your head rolled back when he started fucking you with fast, violent thrusts.

"Oh, fuck!" - you cried out and the back of your head banged loudly on the table as you laid it down on it, and your nails dig into the skin on his back as he was slipping inside you so deep that you thought his tip was gonna touch your fucking heart.

Well, in a way it did.

You loved Marc. You loved Steven. And you fell in love with Jake too. It was hard not to when he was fucking you so good like it was your last day on earth.

"Damn, babygirl." - Jake growled as he was panting hard above you. - "You're so wet I can feel you dripping down on my fucking thighs."

You could only moan incoherently as you looked back at him, tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes.

"You're doing so good, baby. Taking my cock so well. I'm almost there." - he said as he closed his eyes, focusing on his pleasure.

Fuck, it was time to finally show himself to the boys, because he fucking refused to go another day without feeling your pussy hug his cock with throbbing need. Without hearing the obscene noises of your juices wetting his dick. Or how you're crying out for him, begging him to don't stop. Oh fuck, he will never stop. He will never stop loving you. Loving you like this or in other ways.

You're his too now.

He opened his eyes when he felt one of your hands disappear from his back and he moaned loudly when you reached down to play with your clit.

"Yes, touch yourself, doll. Wanna feel you cum on my cock." - he growled. - "I need you to cum on my cock, come on, babygirl, I fucking need you to cum!"

It was hard to say if he was ordering you or begging you, but it didn't really matter because with a few brutal thrusts of his hips you were coming hard on his dick with loud cries of pleasure.

The way your pussy fucking throbbed around him like it was trying to suck his cock in, violently triggered his own orgasm and he fucked every last drop of his release into you, filling you up with his hot white cum.

"Holy fuck!" - Jake exclaimed as he leaned against your body, burying his face in your neck, panting loudly.

When his ears stopped ringing after the powerful orgasm, he looked up at you quickly when he heard your sob.

"Baby?" - he asked when he couldn't see your face, because you were hiding it in your hands. He called your name, but you still didn't answer and he very slowly pulled himself out of you, watching in worry as your thighs were shaking terribly.

He could feel his heart break when you removed your hands and a soft whine left your trembling lips at his action as you looked down between your legs than up at him.

"Oh, my god, baby, did I hurt you?" - he asked as he cupped your face and if that was the case he will fucking jump out of the window than live with that pain.

You shook your head, sniffling loudly.

"Then why are you crying?" - he was still full on panic mode, despite your words.

You wiped away your tears as you answered:

"You made me cum so fucking hard." - you said, trying to stop crying.

The frown in his eyebrows deepend for a second, then when your words registered, a happy and smug look replaced the worry in his features.

He chuckled in relief and kissed your chest, neck, face and mouth.

"You gave me a fucking heart attack there for a second, princess." - he said and felt himself relax as you kissed him back, your mouth tasted salty because of the tears, but he didn't mind it now that he knew the cause of that. - "That hard, huh?" - he asked with a smirk and you slapped his shoulder, still trying to calm down from the intensivity of your pleasure.

Jake chuckled and kissed your forehead, then he pulled on his underwear and pants. He pulled down the jersey on your body and he lifted you up, carrying you to the couch. He sat down with you in his lap and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch to cover you with it and he cuddled you and kissed your hair and face until you stopped crying. He rested his head on top of yours and closed his eyes.

"I hope you know that from now on I don't stop fucking you until you start crying from the pleasure."

You hit his shoulder again, but giggled.

"You know what? I started crying because your performance was so bad it made me sad."

Jake bit your shoulder as a punishment, but he licked his way up to your mouth and kissed your lips.

"Too late. Now I know I can fuck better than the others."

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What are the Chances? (III)

Summary: Jake has an existential breakdown and the lads and Layla feel bad.

A/N: I could never write Layla and Y/N off as enemies! So if y’all were hoping to see a fight go down, it won’t in this storyline because Layla is too sweet.

Warnings: Angst. Angst. Angst. Angst. Polyamorous relationship implications. Jake is down bad but he deserves it.

Word count: 2.7k

*gif isn’t Jake but it represents how he feels in this chapter*

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(How would you react if you found out the man you have been falling head over heels for has a wife?

You become a bigger person.)

As you stood there, aimlessly looking between Jake and the woman by the apartment door you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop. She was just as surprised as you were, while Jake’s face drained pale. You didn’t hear the name that fell from her lips and chose to back away from Jake.

You wiped the tears from your cheeks, while smudging the wetness of your fingers on your coat. “I’m sorry, miss…”

“Layla.” She awkwardly puts her name out, lifting an eyebrow to you. She wasn’t infuriated or fuming, rather, she was confused. But you already knew it. You stepped out of line. The reason why Jake would disappear, the reason why he told you to keep your distance at times. He was already committed.

As you followed her hands that placed the keys back in her bag, you spotted the item that would just break you even further. A ring.

Not only was he in a relationship, she was his wife. God you couldn’t help but feel ridiculous. The way you were so eager to let him know your feelings and how you felt during the day. So naive and so pathetic.

“I.. didn’t know.” Was all that left your lips as your eyes met Layla’s. Her brows furrowed at you and wanted to ask what exactly you meant but you continued, “I promise I- I’m going to…” Your voice trembled at the thought of what you were about to say. “I am going to leave you both alone.” You look at her with a genuine pleading behind it.

As those words leave your mouth you take one last look at Jake who was clasping his hands, like they were empty and needy. But this wasn’t right.

You weren’t going to allow yourself to ruin their marriage. At least for Layla’s sake.

“I’m sorry but what do you mean?” Layla finally asks.

“Nothing happened, but I… I did admire him.” The words were true yet painful. You lower your head as you make for the door. Making sure you didn’t look back or hear any words that may have been spoken under their breath.

Layla, on the other hand, was still left shocked. She didn’t even know what to make out of what just happened. Marc or Steven was just in here, hugging the woman and then… that. So she needed answers. Proper ones.

“I swear, I left for a week and come back to this.” She drops her bag by the table and ties her hair up.

Jake was so broken, wanting to rewind time and just separate the parties again. He’ll be happy and they’ll be happy. But it was too late. He stops fronting and lets the others take over.

Marc fronts, he heard everything and couldn’t help but feel responsible. So when Layla comes asking for the truth he doesn't hesitate to let her know.

“Let’s sit down.”

—

“So wait, let me get this straight…” Layla adjusts her seat while her hands cup her tea. “You have another alter, his name is Jake. You just found out today. And that lady was Jake’s… girlfriend?”

“Well no, it never reached that point he says.” Marc shakes his head. “Apparently he likes her a lot but never got the chance to tell her, except for tonight.”

Layla was in disbelief, how could she or the other two not have noticed such a revelation? But, she couldn’t help but feel for Jake. And you.

“I didn’t want this situation to ruin us, Layla.” Marc moves closer to her and cups her cheeks between his hands. “I don’t want to lose you again.”

“Now why would you lose me? You make me happy.” She cups his cheek back, leaning into a soft kiss. A small smile creeped to her lips.

“You make me happy, too, baby.” He leans his onto her forehead. As all of this went down, Steven couldn’t help but get in on the conversation. Switching right before Layla’s eyes.

“Hi Steven.” She smiles at him, rubbing his cheeks as she pulls him closer.

“Oh, Layla, darling…” Steven plops a light kiss onto her, eager to have Layla near once again. They were in love, Marc and Steven to Layla. There was no denying it. However, there was the pestering thought in Layla’s mind.

“You know… I can’t help but feel like we are being selfish.” She gently nudges Steven away, grabbing her cup yet again.

“I think I… know what you mean.” Steven stands up to grab a cup for himself, too.

“If what Marc says is true, about (your name) and Jake…” she stands up and follows Steven to the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen top. “Shouldn’t Jake be happy too?”

“Darling, isn’t that complicated?” Steven fills his cup to the brim, allowing the tea to infuse the water. “You and her, with one body…” He gestures to himself.

“Okay sure, it will be complicated-“

“We don’t wanna lose you.”

“What is all this talk about losing me?” Layla was a sweetheart, too much for her own good. It’s as if the angels incarnated all into her with how sweet this woman was. “It will be complicated but I want Jake to be happy too. I want all of you to be happy.” She prompts Steven to spin around, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“What are you suggesting, love?” Steven looks down into her glossy brown eyes.

“Jake deserves happiness and if she will give him that, he deserves her.” She plops her chin onto his chest. The two stood like that for a while until Layla pushed off. “I’d like to talk to him, Steven.” She asks softly.

With a quick nod, Steven looks up and switches to Jake.

He fixes his footing and looks down at Layla who also shifts slightly backwards, “Hi Jake.” She extends her hand out to shake with him, to which he openly accepts. “Marc told me you already know a lot about me… about them.” She tilts her head to the side, a small smirk peeking from her lips.

All Jake did was nod. Stoic as usual.

Layla takes notice and continues speaking, “Perhaps you can tell me about yourself, about (your name).”

“Why does it matter?” Jake’s voice was clearly not Marc or Steven, and neither was his stance. “I’m just a made up thing. It doesn’t matter… it doesn’t matter…” He was clearly belittling his existence. His voice got quieter, less intense. “I don’t matter.”

“But she made you feel like you mattered, didn’t she?” Layla felt empathetic for the man, he clearly wasn’t happy about how the day turned out.

Underneath his breath, he managed to let out a, “More than anything.” Barely catching Layla’s attention, but it did.

With a weak smile, she places her hand on his shoulder, “Don’t let my relationship with Marc and Steven stop you from forming your own, Jake.”

Layla’s comforting tone of voice made Jake’s eyes spark for a moment. The words that he wouldn’t have expected to come from her. “You- you mean that?”

With a light nod, Layla pats his shoulder. “If someone told me I couldn’t be with Marc or Steven… I’d be torn.” She steps back to her cup of tea, clasping it in her hands.

Jake’s awestruck couldn’t help but shed tears of happiness at her words. He looks to the reflective surface of the toaster to his right, seeing Steven nod and agree with Layla.

“Boy… I can tell why they love you so much.” Jake pulls Layla in for a friendly hug. As his compliment reaches Layla’s ears, she couldn’t help but feel a warm, sweet sensation forming in her.

She loved Marc and Steven enough and understood their case enough, to allow Jake’s desires to be heard. Marc, in the back of their mind, had his respect and admiration for Layla enhanced tenfold.

Jake’s triumphant smile turned sour, “..But, I don’t think she’ll see me again.” He releases the hug and moves towards the door, slowly debating whether he should run down the hall and tell you everything about him.

“Hey I have Dissociative Identity Disorder, Layla is my Alter’s wife. We collectively agreed we will stay polyamorous with each other.”

Yeah, no. Not the best thing to say. Especially with how you went from angry to mellow in the same hour. He couldn’t risk it.

As Jake stood there, motionless, Steven’s voice booms through the side mirror. “Leave that to us mate.”

Layla comes up from behind him and turns him around, “We will get her to talk to you, hm?” As if all the genuine smiles in the world combined with Layla’s, Jake could tell they were telling the truth.

With an abrupt nod, he allows Marc to take control, agreeing to stay in the backseat until things get a bit less complicated.

—

Layla and Marc decided to reach you on Tuesday night , four days after the fact. They needed to carefully plan out how this was going to happen, what they were going to say and who was gonna say it.

Steven tried his best to convince Jake that it would be okay, that she would understand if she truly cared. That only made Jake more anxious because what if she didn’t?

For what it’s worth, he wasn’t ready to find out.

So as Layla held Marc’s hand down the hallway to your flat, they confidently knocked.

And knocked.

And knocked some more.

Absolutely, no response. Pin Drop silence.

It was Marc’s turn to knock until Layla decided to push her ear against the door, to try and hear any sense of movement.

Nothing.

Just then the watchman for the flats comes out from out of nowhere. Breaking their focus.

“You’re not going to find her, she left.” He continues sweeping the hallway, lifting his gaze slightly towards the two.

“Sorry, left?” Layla moves closer to the man.

“Aye, left. Pretty dame made sure she was out by Sunday.” His eyes directed back onto the floor, shaking his head.

It left the two in shock and speechless, they stayed still until they turned to look at eachother. “Would you have any idea where she went?” Marc questions.

“No, they don’t disclose that type of information.”

And with that, he leaves. Layla was stuck and couldn’t figure out what to do. Just then, Jake fronts and begins worrying nonstop.

“God, I knew it. She left. She’s gone. Fantastic.” He paces back and forth, in front of the now empty flat door. “What was I thinking? I should have just left it alone! Not let you know!” He points at Layla, “Hide it from Marc, Steven and her!” Exasperated would be an understatement. Jake never really was in touch with his emotions, but for you it wasn’t the same. He couldn’t help but feel like this was all his fault. He let his stupidity ruin you and them.

Layla sees Jake’s frustration and stops him in his tracks, “Hey, listen. We are not stopping here, yeah?” Her hands plop on his shoulders. “How about her place of work? Hm?” Her tone is soft, trying to calm Jake down.

With a quick blink, Jake thinks thoroughly. “All I know is she works in one of the buildings by the 34th.”

“Okay, okay, good. We start there, yeah?” She hushes Jake who fights back any other emotions he was about to blurt out. He quickly allows Steven to front.

Steven was wondering what their next move was while Layla proudly states that they were going on a stakeout on 34th street. With excitement, Steven banters along “Alright Jake, we got your back!”

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Wednesday morning.

Layla and Steven, strut down the 32nd street. Looking down on their phones to try and find the 34th.

“Nice touch.” Layla chuckles out a compliment at Steven who was wearing a white cap and black shades. Obviously, paired with a Jacket. He looked adorable and she couldn’t help but take notice

“Many thanks, love.”

They moved with caution, following what Google Map was directing in order to reach the 34th. In about 10 minutes, they finally reach the beginning of the street.

It wasn’t all too long, but it wasn’t a small area either. Skyscrapers filled with different offices crowded either side of the street.

“Where in heaven are we going to start?” Steven closes his phone as he looks at Layla who’s eyes were roaming about. Trying to catch a glimpse of the lady she saw on Thursday evening.

Thanks to her keen eyes, she spots you by the coffee shop across the street. “There!” She whispers to Steven, tapping his shoulder lightly. He looks to where she was guiding him.

“Well, Jake sure knows how to pick them.” Layla could finally see your face properly, though you were across the street, it wasn’t that wide anyway.

Steven nods at Layla’s words, you were a beauty. They were both sure there was more to you than just your looks though. Steven’s connection to Jake was present because he felt flashbacks of how you touched their cheek, how you pulled him into the dance circle, how you straightened their curly hair and even that one time you shared an umbrella under the rain. Layla took note of how Steven’s eyes were shut and asked him what was wrong.

“Jake was truly happy with her.” Steven opens his eyes, slightly under the influence of Jake’s emotions. He turns to face Layla, “He needs this.”

Jake on the other hand, was watching too from the backseat. His heart, aching to have you near again. He found it insane how the moment the truth about his feelings came out, he lost you. It’s as if he was destined to be alone and angry at the world.

With a quick payment to the cashier, a croissant and cup of coffee in your hand—you were off, back into the building next door.

“Alright so, the plan is, we wait till office hours are done and get her to talk.” Steven prompts, clasping his hands together.

“Honey, it sounds like you wanna kidnap her.” Layla, concerned, tries to change the word choice, “We’re just gonna approach her and let her know the truth.”

“Yeah of course, of course.” He laughs at himself, “Shall we grab a drink in the meantime? It’s only 2.”

The two reach the cafe you were in, not too long ago and sit close to the window. That way, they could approach you after work. Whenever that was. They were basing it on Dolly Parton’s song, 9 to 5, so anytime after then would probably be their best bet.

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It was 5:35 pm, Layla and Steven were on their 3rd cup of coffee and tea still waiting for you to come out. They weren’t sure if there was another door you could come out of, but based on the building’s design, it was unlikely.

Then, on cue, you step out of the office. Hair still neatly tied into a bun, with your aesthetic office attire and purse on hand. Making your way to the edge of the sidewalk, you stopped. You were probably about to book a car perhaps or check the weather to see if taking a bus was okay.

Layla and Steven began moving in your direction. But before they could reach you, a white van pulls up and yanks you inside. They couldn’t even react as the van drove away in record time.

You shook and screamed but it was no use. The men inside the van were too strong and the next thing you knew, you were bound and duct taped on the mouth.

You tried kicking but there wasn’t anything you could actually do. The man to your left could only chuckle at your actions, “Don’t worry, doll.” He tries to cup your cheek but you move away from him. He turns to his other colleague and asks him to alert the boss.

He lights a cigar and dials the mobile, “Yeah, hello?” He turns to you, while you give him the saltiest look with your eyes. “…Tell the rest we got Moonboy’s girl.”

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[hyunybyuny]

love dog ; steven grant.

track eight of DEAR SCIENCE.

pairing ; neighbor!steven grant x gn!reader

synopsis ; your neighbor was delusional. he cried a lot, spoke of nonsensical happenings, and always appeared somewhat lost. you found yourself to be rather fond of him.

words ; 2.6k

themes ; mild fluff, mild angst, neighbors au

warnings / includes ; difficulty sleeping, both reader and steven aren't aware that he has DID, steven is just struggling :( someone pls get him some help, mentions of pigeon skull (aka khonshu), alludes to mr. marc spector, set in episode one of mk !!

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There wasn’t ever a person in your life that bewildered you as much as your neighbor, Steven Grant, did. He was quite the strange character; always coming back home after work only to promptly leave again as soon as the moon rose high into the night’s horizon. He’d be gone until only an hour before the sun crept back up. 

The only reason you knew of this was thanks to the lovely fact that the walls weren’t exactly soundproof—if you pressed your ear up against the pale cream of your bedroom’s plaster, you’d be able to hear the irregular shuffling of his feet, the quiet mutterings under his breath, or the audio book he always played to help him stay awake. Sometimes, you’d hear random screams of terror early in the morning before your own alarm had gone off, jolting you out of your peaceful slumber.

The thin walls made sleeping quite the difficult task for you.

You had a couple of working theories—maybe he had some sort of dirty secret he wanted to hide? Or maybe he just had difficulty sleeping in his own home? It could be that he worked two different jobs at once. That would certainly explain why he looked so inexplicably tired whenever you saw him.

Sometimes he’d track sand out of his door in his rush to go to work and you were left dumbfounded, wondering how on Earth a person could dirty up the hall from the inside out and not vice-versa. 

Other times, you’d bump into him while on your way to take out the trash. His dark locks of hair were mussed to no return, bags beneath his eyes a prominently darker shade than the rest of his tanned complexion. Before he realized that you were just behind him, you caught sight of his perplexed visage, as if he was just stricken awake in a less than fashionable manner. Once he did see you, though, he would greet you with a tired smile and a quiet query on how your day was going before gingerly grimacing—you could’ve sworn you saw a faint streak of dried blood on the side of his temple—though you supposed that might’ve just been a trick of light.

On the rarest of occasions, you’d walk past him in the hall, uttering a quiet hello. He’d looked at you with a somewhat clouded expression—a frown notched itself into his lips, eyes wearing an entirely different light; one that was cold and distant. He looked like Steven but for some peculiar reason, it didn’t feel like him. And when he grumbled out a blunt, “Hi, Y/N,” you couldn’t help but notice that his accent had magically disappeared. 

Weird.

It was a cold night the day you stepped into the ground level of your flat building, juggling a backpack full of books you borrowed from the library and three reusable bags full to the brim with groceries from the halal store down the block. You awkwardly bent down to jab your elbow into the call button for the elevator. 

Imagine your surprise when the metal doors slid open to reveal your neighbor curled up into a ball in the corner of the elevator, raw terror etched over his features as clear as day. He was shaking terribly, palm clamped over his mouth and eyes mimicking the shape of saucepans. 

A hesitant pause.

“... Steven?”

The sound of your voice seemed to rock him out of his stupor just enough for him to pry his fingers away from his face, blinking up at you as if you were some sort of illusion. “Oh. Hullo.”

You tilted your head curiously, slowly stepping into the elevator before it could rumble shut. “What, uhm, what are you doing down there?”

It took him another couple of seconds to formulate a coherent response. “Just—dropped my contact lens, silly me.”

“Do you need help?” you asked, shifting the groceries onto one arm so you could have a free limb if need be. 

Steven pushed himself back onto his feet, legs still wobbling. He looked at you strangely, somewhat akin to awe and gratitude. He couldn’t recall the last time someone had ever offered to help him. 

“I’m fine, thank you,” he said, dusting his pants off. He seemed so awfully confused, evident by the slight knit to his eyebrows and the anxious down-curl at the corner of his lips. 

Tentative, you spoke up. “Steven?”

“Yes?”

“You don’t wear contact lenses, do you?”

Your neighbor winced, shooting you an apologetic look. “No, I don’t.”

“Alright, then. I don’t want to push you,” you started uneasily, “but if something’s wrong, I promise I won’t judge—”

Steven was quick to reply, “It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just… I’m afraid you wouldn’t believe me.”

An eyebrow inched closer towards your hairline. “Try me.”

Clearing his throat, Steven leaned closer to you before whispering in a near conspiratorial manner, “Alright. Here it goes. There’s a big weird bird monster thing following me around. That’s why you found me on the floor there just now—I saw it right in our hall. I know, I know, I sound like an absolute nutter, but I’ve been seeing it everywhere! Nobody else seems to be able to see it though, so I think I might just be loopy right now. I’m scared it’ll hurt me—or worse, someone else. Crikey, we shouldn’t even be going back up there! It might be waiting for us!”

After a considerable stretch of time, you chose your words carefully, reaching out to clasp his tense shoulder in a way you hoped came off as comforting. “Oh, Steven, honey, I’m gonna need you to take a couple deep breaths, okay? I’m… I’m sorry, that sounds terrifying. I don’t think you’re mental, I just think you need a bit of help, is all. If you want, you can come over to my place and tell me about it? I could fix you a nice cup of tea if you’d like, help you calm down a bit? I promise you there won’t be any, uhm, bird monsters up there.”

Steven felt a lump in his throat forming and tears burned behind his eyelids—why were you being so nice to him? Finally, finally, someone was willing to listen. 

“That would be amazing, really,” he said, just about deflating with relief under your touch. 

The elevator doors rattled open once you reached your level, and you stepped out, glancing backwards to make sure Steven was following after you. He still seemed somewhat disoriented, albeit far better than the state you found him in. 

You pointedly stepped over the scattered bits of sand streaming from his doorway, making a mental note to ask him about that later on. Jamming your key into your door, you shouldered it open and beckoned for Steven to come in. He murmured a small thank you, pure, unadulterated gratitude glimmering within those warm wooden irises of his.

A hand carded through his unruly curls as you moved into the kitchen to boil some water for the tea, setting down your heavy bag and groceries onto the counter. 

The silence was a comfort at first. It was finally broken once the water topped into a boil and you poured the steaming liquid into two separate mugs ready with tea satchels. You scooped in just the right amount of sugar for yourself before stirring in nearly double the amount into his mug—you recalled that he had quite the sweet tooth. Steven, too busy wallowing in his own self doubt, didn’t notice the copious amount of sugar you had thrown into his tea, twiddling with his fingers as he thought out his words. Deliberately slow, he began recounting all the times he’d seen this large bird-skull creature lurking about the corners of his mind. 

You listened quietly. Your neighbor paused in his story to take a sip, humming in appreciation before continuing. 

To be quite honest, you weren’t entirely sure what to do in a situation like this. You wanted to help, you really did, but how could you protect him from something that you were nearly sure didn’t exist? Would you need to call for professional help? Was it even your place to do so? After all, he was only your neighbor.

Though, you supposed he was more of a friend than anything now.

When Steven finished, there was a thin film of tears layered over his eyes. You couldn’t tell if it was because he’d just yawned from pure exhaustion or if it was because he was genuinely so distraught from his situation. 

You didn’t know what to do.

Your tea, gone largely untouched, was pushed to the side as you shuffled closer to him, studying his vexed expression. This wasn’t the look of a dishonest man. He was telling you the truth—however outlandish it was.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, placing your hand over his on the kitchen counter. His pupils darted back and forth between your face and your now interlaced fingers. “I’m sorry, Steven, I really wish I could do something to help you. I don’t really… I don’t really know what I can do.”

“No, it’s alright, don’t apologize,” your neighbor replied. Despite his miserable circumstances, he still managed to summon a bright grin to his lips. “I would rather you didn’t get involved with it anyway—wouldn’t want you to get hurt because of me. Sorry for just barging in like this, by the way. It means a lot that you listened… not a lot of people do that nowadays.”

A pitiful feeling curled within your ribcage and you nodded. “Hey, I’m the one who invited you here—you didn’t barge in. And of course I listened. I’ll always listen to you, Steven.”

A chill tremored up his spine. Why was he suddenly getting so nervous around you? “Thank you, really. Is there any way I can repay you? Anything at all?”

You retracted your hand from his (much to Steven’s disappointment), to tap your finger against your bottom lip in thought. “I could use some help shelving those books in my bag while I unload my groceries. I mean, it’s not much, but it’d mean a lot.” It was clear that he was desperate to do something, anything in return, so you asked him more for his benefit than yours.

Eagerly, Steven bobbed his head a multitude of times before downing the rest of his tea in one fluid motion and moving towards your bag on the counter. He began fishing out the books one by one, studying the covers and sparing an impressed glance towards you.

“Philosophical physics?” he asked. “Looks like someone’s going to be having a busy weekend. You.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “It’s Tuesday, Steven.”

He appeared mortified for a second. “Really? Bollocks, I must’ve completely gone off the rocker now. I could’ve sworn it was Friday.” Flushing deeply, he flipped open one of the books and tilted his head curiously before reading out loud, “‘We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand our world.’ That’s bloody brilliant.”

You walked over to peer down at the book he was looking at before smiling widely. “Oh, yeah. Pirsig is one of my all-time favorites. Highly recommend you read that one. You can take it off my hands if you want—I have a ton of others to get through before I reread that one.”

The book snapped shut and he exhaled a gentle sigh. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course,” you said, voice soft and tender that it nearly shattered his very being.

“I think you’re the only good thing in my life right now,” he admitted, the tips of his ears growing hot with shame. “Besides Gus, my fish. He’s my little one-finned wonder. Other than you two, everything just feels like it’s falling apart.”

Pursing your lips together, you repeated your earlier motion, enveloping his palm with yours in delicate motions so as to not startle him—but this time you held your conjoined hands between the two of you, just above your chest, while peering into his eyes. 

“Alright, since we’re being honest… I care a lot for you, Steven. I worry for you sometimes—probably more than a neighbor should. I think you’re lovely—and I’m sure Gus is great, too.”

The breathless, incredulous laugh he let out was born from utter relief and delight mixed into one. “You’re… you’re bloody amazing, you know that? You’re so kind, and smart, and—and just incredible, really.”

His sudden onslaught of compliments brought a warm flourish to your ribcage and you averted your gaze to fixate on the tiled floors of your kitchen. You were sure if you kept staring into Steven’s eyes, you’d spontaneously combust into flames. 

Clearing his throat, Steven eyed the pile of books on the counter and you promptly let go of him so he could shuffle away and shelve them neatly. Once he was done, he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “Thank you for listening, again. I’d love to borrow that book, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all! I’d really like to hear your thoughts on it. If you ever need anything—literally anything at all—I’m right next door,” you said softly. 

You weren’t entirely sure what came over you to act so rash. Bending forward just a bit, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, nose only barely grazing his cheekbone, before you squeezed his hand one last time. Steven could smell your faint lavender perfume, accompanied by the clean scent of your laundry detergent. Gods, he had the slightest taste of you and now he felt like a man starved. “I hope you know you’re not alone, Steven. Excluding the bird monsters, of course.”

Steven, shocked into abrupt silence at your kiss, stared at you with hearts for eyes, as if you’d roped down all the stars in the sky just for him. The dazed, slight part to his lips made an embarrassed grin form over your own. He was quite the romantic bloke, wasn’t he?

“I guess I’ll be going now. I think I’ll try giving the book a go today.” The two of you walked to your door and you hung by the doorway when he hesitated in the hall. He seemed to be struggling figuring out how to say goodbye. “Laters, gators,” he finally tacked on, in the most endearingly awkward way possible, and you snorted, shaking your head fondly. Oftentimes you’d hear him say the exact phrase through the plaster to his mum on the phone. 

“In a while, crocodile,” you replied swiftly so as to not further fuel his embarrassment (earning yourself a wide, flustered grin from your neighbor), before saluting him with two fingers and shutting the door quietly. You rested your forehead against the cool wood, a sigh slipping from your lungs. 

Your neighbor was delusional. Through the thin walls of your home, you could hear his strange, garbled noises of confusion accompanied with a surprising amount of crying at odd hours of the night. He spoke of nonsensical happenings and always appeared somewhat lost. Sometimes, he wasn’t even himself, which still puzzled you deeply. 

But despite all this, you found yourself to be rather fond of him.

[hyunybyuny]

Chaos is a Friend of Mine (3)

a/n: hey everyone! I'm so happy that this series has gotten so much love, I really appreciate it!! If you're seeing this and you haven't read the first two chapters they can be found here: 1 2 or masterlist, just so everyone knows, i am now in summer break so if you requested a fic and i haven't posted it yet, it will be in the span of a week! also, SUIT SUIT SUIT i wish i was good at drawing to show you what im envisioning for Y/N's suit but sadly, i have the talent of an evolved potato drawing upside down in space. i am also introducing an OC either in this part or the next so hopefully you guys will like her! taglist: @nyx-aira @musicconversedance @fantasttick @paymeinkash @beautifulbows924 @elius-learns-to-write @some-old-myths (if you are on here and you do not want to be or if i forgot to add you, plz message me) word count: 1.9k warning(s): violence; death; cursing; reader being crazy (as she should); Set makes an appearance in front of Khonshu, Layla, Marc/Steven/Jake; gif not mine; i am terrible at describing suits so i apologize if Y/N's isn't given justice - i promise it looks cool in my head; new god shows up; POV changes; this is terrible, there will be grammar mistakes disclaimer: ik he's the god of chaos and disorder but he would pull a tony stark and adopt every orphan he knows

Khonshu was the first to strike. He swung his scepter, intent on knocking you out. But all you did was raise an eyebrow as you caught the scepter before it hit your face. You tugged the staff backwards, sending the moon god flying out the window. You looked proud as you tossed the scepter back and forth in between your hands, watching with amusement as Marc summoned the suit. He reached for the daggers strapped to his chest, making you involuntarily flinch, images of your parents flashing through your mind. You growled and flicked your wrist, sending a wave of heat toward Marc’s hand. He groaned as his skin erupted into third degree burns under the suit, glaring at you under the hood. Layla closed her eyes, murmuring to herself. You knew what she was doing, summoning Taweret, but your quarrel wasn’t with her. Not at the moment at least. You placed a hand on your hip, looking Marc up and down. You smile, eyes starting to glow hellishly. 

“That’s pretty fancy, Marc-o,” You take a step back, for dramatic effect of course, flipping your hair over your shoulder, “But I can do that too.” 

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Marc watched as Y/N’s eyes glowed, materializing her suit on her body. He tried to attack, using this moment to gain the upperhand, but his legs were wrapped in sand, hardening into glass, freezing him in his spot. Y/N turned her body, facing the mirror that had tilted to the side, leaning against the TV. She smiled as she admired her suit, turning to see every angle. Strips of linen wrapped around her body, twisting and folding into armor. Her pants formed into a palazzo style, slits running up from her ankle to hip, revealing a holster holding a khopesh made out of obsidian. The linen made a criss-cross style across her chest, stopping at her shoulders and continuing up her neck to form a mask covering her nose and mouth. Y/N rolled her head, cracking her neck, stretching out her arms as her rings melted into skeletal-like gloves. Moving tattoos of serpents appeared on her skin, some appearing to be devouring the sun. As a circlet made of gold twisted itself around her forehead and her hair became entwined with fire and blood, Y/N turned towards Marc and Layla - who had summoned her own suit. 

“Well, isn’t this fun? We look like we belong on a lunchbox!” Her eyes continued to glow as she clapped, releasing Marc and Layla from the glassy hold, sending shards across the floor. Not one to wait, Marc swung forward, flipping his body to kick her. Y/N caught his leg, just like she did the scepter, and twisted, sending the caped crusader flying into the wall. Layla growled, flying towards Y/N with superhuman speed, grabbing her shoulders, sending both of them out the window. Y/N merely sighed, snapping her fingers and dissolving into sand. Layla stopped herself before she hit the ground, confusion lasting a second before she heard Y/N’s laughter. 

“You know, you’re way more fun than your husband. When this is all over and his heart is in my hands, I’ll let you live.” Y/N hovered above her, sitting on a cloud of sand. Layla sent a flurry of daggers in her direction from the golden wings she wore. Y/N dogged them, an offended look on her face as she redirected them towards Layla. Y/N stood up, brushing off her legs as she shook her head. 

“And here I was thinking we were bonding-” before she continued, Moon Knight flew down, knocking her off her cloud, sending Y/N rolling on the concrete. The avatar of Set simply chuckled as she sat up, bones cracking as they went back into place. Layla and Marc came towards her, weapons in hand. Y/N quickly grabbed her khopesh, taking a defensive position. Soon, the ground shook with the fight. The Scarlet Scarab and Moon Knight were no match for Y/N, as they punched and kicked, she merely dogged and swung, cutting them with her sword. The heroes became discouraged, but continued. Y/N jumped on a car, bouncing off of the vehicle to propel herself to wrap her legs around Marc’s head, flipping him forward. She swung off, landing on her feet as Marc rolled and hit Layla, sending her tumbling to the ground. Y/N smiled, her mask coming off as she sighed victoriously. But her victory was short-lived. As she prowled closer, twirling her khopesh between her fingers, humming, she didn’t see the blur behind her. Y/N had discarded Khonshu’s scepter when Layla had pushed the two of them out the window, she thought he wouldn’t show again. She was wrong. Just as Y/N raised her khopesh to flick the hood off of Marc’s head, a sharp pain spread through her stomach. Layla and Marc gasped at the sight as they were sprayed with Y/N’s blood.

Y/N looked down to see Khonshu’s scepter protruding from her stomach. She made eye contact with Layla, agony crashing over her body. She fell forward as Khonshu pulled backward, removing his scepter. Marc and Layla scrambled to the side, her body crashing against the ground. Steven fronted, Mr. Knight’s suit materializing. He knelt by Y/N’s head as Khonshu rolled her on her back. He examined her tattoos, eyes widening in realization. 

“Holy smokes. It’s Apophis, the chaos demon. Why would she-” Khonshu’s booming voice interrupted him. 

“It does not matter. Her markings will be gone once I kill her.” He raised his scepter, examining Y/N’s broken nose from falling face first, the blood spilling out her nose and mouth from being stabbed, and her bruises from fighting the other avatars. He laughed. 

“Oh how the mighty fall.”

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You could do nothing but watch as Khonshu thrust the scepter back into your stomach, this time closer to your heart. You screamed in pain, your suit disappearing as you could focus no longer. 

“Khonshu!” Layla cried out in surprise, aghast at his actions. The moon god merely twisted the scepter, making your voice hoarse with how loud you cried. You watched as red spreaded through your clothes. Too much red. Why were you plagued with red? 

“Please,” you begged out, your confidence lost as you felt your life slipping away, “please stop. Stop, please. I’ll stop, I’ll be good, I promise.” You sobbed, each cry bringing new pain as the god continued to twist the scepter. 

“You’ve made your point,” Steven pleaded, “You stop now! This isn’t vengeance!” 

“She deserves it. She’s the reason Harrow turned to Ammit. She’s the reason for all your pain!” he raised his scepter once more, positioning it over your heart. Just as you were about to feel the last bit of life, a loud clap of thunder sent Khonshu flying backwards. The ground shook, cracking, splitting apart. Sand formed into a giant serpent circling the group, its growls sending shivers down Steven’s spine. Khonshu groaned, shaking his head as he stood back up. He looked around, realization sparking in his mind. His scepter was taken from his hand, floating above the ground until it flung towards him, stabbing the god in his stomach. Steven gasped loudly as Set materialized next to you, cupping your face with his hand. 

“You’re going to be alright, my child.” 

He looked at Steven and Layla, analyzing the two. His eyes made of burning fire showed them their worst fears, sending chills down their spines. They watched as his face went from human, to the head of a jackal, to the skull of a donkey with enlarged fangs. He seemingly deemed them unworthy of his attention, standing up to his full height. Set’s voice carried across the air, shaking the ground. 

“You shouldn’t have made an enemy of chaos, Khonshu. You had been protected for years, only facing the wrath of an angry, scorned, orphan. Now you face the wrath of evil itself!” Khonshu made to attack, having removed his scepter from his body, but was flung to the side by the tail of the giant sand serpent. You coughed, blood dripping from your lips. 

“Why isn’t she healing?” Steven murmured frantically, shaking his head. Set turned to him, his human face snarling at the man. 

“It’s a little gift from the gods. She can only heal if her injuries are sustained from an avatar or mortal. If a god hurts her,” his voice choked up, causing both Layla and Steven to be confused. They had never seen a god show true emotion towards another before. (Taweret is the exception, she’s the best). Set composed himself, glaring at Khonshu. 

“If a god hurts her, only a god can heal her.” Steven looked at Set inquisitively. 

“Then why don’t you heal her?” 

Set growled, turning so his back faced the avatars, kneeling next to you. 

“I am not the god of medicine or healing. I am the god of chaos, disorder, and storms. All I can do is watch as my daugh- my avatar bleeds to death by the hands of who used to be a brother.” He cradled you in his arms, standing up. Sand swirled around them, pushing Steven, Layla, and Khonshu closer together. The serpent rose into the air. Set turned towards Steven, something shining in his eyes. 

“Do not mistake my grief for friendship, Mr. Knight. Next time we meet, you will have the full force of chaos against you.” The god disappeared, along with you. The serpent crashed down onto the trio, its jaws surrounding them before dissolving. Jake fronted as Layla turned towards Khonshu, anger radiating from her. 

“Eso fue divertido.” He said sarcastically as he glared at the moon god. Layla pressed a dagger under Khonshu’s chin. She cocked her head to the side. 

“I think it’s time you told us why Y/N is so focused on killing you.”

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Set materialized on a deserted road, panic seeping into his form as he noticed how limp you had gone. He frantically set you on the ground, holding your head in his lap.  When he looked in the distance, he saw a figure kneeling under a tree, a ghostly river flowing next to her. She had food and drink by her side, a feast for the dead. She beckoned Set closer, but the god of chaos shook his head, returning his gaze back to you. 

“No, no, Y/N, I will not allow you to die! You can’t, you can’t leave me alone.” Your eyes fluttered open, smiling as you saw Set. 

“Hiya,” you coughed out, “That didn’t go so well did it?” Set laughed, relief filling his body. As he was about to respond, a new voice broke through the air. 

“Oh good she’s alive. I’m a goddess of healing, not necromancy.” Set flung around to see a human woman, dark skin glowing in the sunlight, her hair twisted into bantu knots. Her lips, painted red, smirked at Set’s expression of disbelief. The woman gasped softly as her eyes glowed, releasing her from the goddesses consciousness. A figure appeared behind the mortal, a tall woman wearing a red cloak with the face of a lioness. The mortal woman crouched next to you, smiling as she took your hand. Your brow scrunched in confusion and you looked to Set for clarification. The lioness smiled, raising an eyebrow. 

“What? You thought you were the only one freed from a stone prison?” Set chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Long time no see, Sekhmet.”

a/n: ok guys i need your help for villain names for Y/N. also, if you don't know who Sekhmet is she is an egyptian goddess of war, fire, healing, and the destroyer of enemies of Ra. also that lady under the tree was Amenet, a goddess who welcomed the dead to the afterlife with food and drink. i am so sorry if this was bad, i hope people are still interested in this series!! love you guys! <3

[hyunybyuny]

Tuesday's on the Phone to Me

Pairing: Steven Grant x Female!Reader Word Count: 2.5k T/W: angst ? then fluff 🌩☁️ A/N: I kind of just went with this, it was a scene I had in my head, might not be the best, but oh well!

Steven misses a date with you; understanding and thinking that you'll never want to see to him again, he apologises and leaves. . .

↳ m a i n m a s t e r l i s t

It was all quiet in the apartment when the small pocket alarm clock rang, startling Steven from his deep attention on an anthology of Egyptian gods. He rummaged through his pocket to find the little white clock. Opening his palm he clicked the stop switch to halt the ringing.

“Right,” Steven sighed, nodding to himself as he set the pen he’d been using inside the book to mark his place. Grabbing a jacket, he looked himself over in the mirror, “Monday night, Topsy-Turvey Salads, six o’clock,” he repeated to himself before taking the apartment keys in his hand.

The walk was relatively short to the restaurant you’d suggested on Saturday, Steven managed to pick up some flowers and chocolate on the way, and still made it on time. He stood outside for a couple of minutes, hoping to see you walk up, but after a while, he headed inside to see if you’d already found a table. The restaurant was cute and casual, the atmosphere was calming. It made him smile with how much it reminded him of your personality, but the smile faded when he didn’t see you anywhere. He asked a waitress who walked by if she’d seen someone who looked like you, but when that came back with a no, Steven began to lose hope.

Pushing the exit door, he stepped out into the street, not wanting to crowd the restaurant. Tucking the chocolate in his hand underneath his opposite arm so he could reach his phone out of his pocket with one free hand, he dialled your number, hoping you’d pick up.

“Hey, Steven,” your kind voice came through the phone, allowing him to release the breath he’d been holding.

“H-hi,” he began, “Um, I’m at the salad bar…were we still on?” He winced at his own question, but tried to force a laugh, “you know date three, third time’s a charm,” he immediately stopped, before starting again, “not- not for anything like that just- just for a date.”

“Oh-” you started, making his nerves return, “the date was for yesterday, but you didn’t show up, so I wasn’t sure-”

“Wait, wait, I-I didn’t show up?” he asked, worriedly, “but I thought we were on for Monday night, six o’clock-”

“Topsey Turvey Salads,” you both said together, he could hear the smile in your voice, despite the conversation, “but Monday was yesterday, today’s Tuesday.” “But,” he paused, trying to understand how he didn’t realise the day changed, “but…I set an alarm.”

He could hear you say his name softly on the other side of the phone sympathetically but began zoning out, truly concerned about the fact that a whole day seemed to go by without him having any memory of it. Staring at the sidewalk, he didn’t respond to you for a few moments, your voice was muffled until he came back to focus.

“Sorry, sorry, what was that?” Steven began, his nerves leading him to rambling, “right, I will uh- see you tomorrow, not a date, at work, maybe if we cross paths, of course, I promise I won’t bother you anymore, okay…I’m sorry again-”

“Steven-” you tried one more time, but the line went silent.

Heading back to his apartment, he set the box of chocolates and the flowers on his desk in a daze. Repeating ‘today is Tuesday, yesterday was Monday, tomorrow’s Wednesday,” as he took his jacket off and sat back in his desk chair, staring down at the Egypt book he’d been at only an hour earlier. He managed to make it through the night in his usual fashion, but this morning far more dejected remembering that he’d missed an opportunity with you. The two of you had really hit it off at work, he was smitten with you since you were brought on as one of the museum’s tour guides, and you were instantly drawn to him. Now he was left feeling utterly ridiculous, he didn’t even want to think about running into you at work, there was a point where that was what made him excited to go in, but it was all different now, and he knew it was all his fault–

You walked into work, hoping to find Steven in his usual place, waiting for you on the stairs, but he was nowhere in sight. Assuming that maybe he was just embarrassed, you headed to your locker and then the gift shop, but still no sight of Steven. Waiting at the counter, you quirked your lips, looking left and right, you tapped your fingernails on the smooth marble until Donna walked in.

“Hey, Donna,” you leaned against the counter, turning to face her, “have you seen Steven?”

She lowered her head and stared up at you, as if you were ridiculous for asking that question, “Stevie? Yeah, he asked to be put in the back, believe it or not.”

“Oh,” you nodded, looking down to where you’d clasped your hands.

“Sweetheart, tell me you’re not actually upset that he stood you up,” Donna was nearly laughing through her teeth.

You took a deep breath and sighed, meeting her glare, “it was an accident, he got the days mixed up and-”

“And thank goodness,” Donna actually laughed this time, “honey, it’s been months, if you know what’s good for you, take that as a blessing and a sign to get out.”

You perked an eyebrow, “thanks, but I don’t think I need dating advice from you.”

“Oh it’s not, it’s just advice,” she retorted, making you bite the inside of your cheek in order to restrain yourself, “he’s a mess-”

“I think he’s really going through a hard time right now,” you interrupted, straightening up, attempting to keep it professional, “if you see him, will you tell him I’m looking for him?” you glared at her until she gave a half-hearted nod, “thank you.”

Your day went by, as usual, except you didn’t see Steven once. He didn’t linger along with the tour you gave during his lunch hour, and he didn’t try and find you during yours. You didn’t catch glimpses of him in the gift shop, and you didn’t get to talk to him when each of your tours finished, and you led everyone to the shop. It was far less entertaining for you and it only made you more worried when you were on your way out and still didn’t see him.

“Hey, J.B.,” you stopped at the front security office, “have you seen Steven?”

“Uhh no, I haven’t,” he laughed, causing you to frown out of confusion, “why you lookin’ for someone who stood you up?”

“How does everyone know about this?” you shook your head, frustrated that your business was suddenly becoming the gossip of the museum.

“Donna told me,” he admitted.

“Of course she did,” you muttered under your breath.

“But you know, if you’re looking for someone who won’t ditch you-”

“Okay,” you tapped the counter, already looking away, “good talk.”

You had just managed to catch sight of Steven as he was leaving the museum for the night. It was stormy out, so you wanted to get to him before he ventured too far out in the rain.

“Steven!” you yelled, lifting a hand, hoping he’d see you; he turned to see you but then only hastened more to get out the door, “wait!”

You caught up to him on the last step under the building’s shelter, he was nervous and fidgeting when you walked up.

“Hi, hello,” he started, not looking directly at you, “listen, don’t worry, I’ve gotten rid of your number, I won’t bother your tours anymore, uh- um what else do I do?-”

“Steven I’m not-” you tried.

“Interested anymore, I know. Oh, I won’t ask Donna to match up our lunch hours, and I’ll try to work in the back more. Okay, alright, I’m sorry, again, you deserve better. Just forget about me. I gotta get back to Gus,” he started walking away, waving an apologetic hand, shuffling out into the rain, before starting for the bus.

You were left under the museum awning. Pushing open your umbrella, you checked your phone for previous texts with Steven, you were certain that at some point he’d told you the apartment building he lived in–

Steven sighed, depressed, as he opened his apartment door. He was a little damp from his dash between the bus and his building, but nothing too bad. Setting his bag down, he fed Gus and settled down at his desk. The flowers and chocolate box were still there as if to mock him. He thought over the exchange you had earlier and placed his head in his hands, realising he’d just rambled on at you without letting you speak.

“Now she’ll really think-” but he was cut off by a knock at his door, staring at the front of the apartment, he wasn’t sure if that was in his head or if it was actually happening until a second knock came, “oh no, what now?”

Unlocking the deadbolt, Steven opened the door, ready to apologise to a neighbour for this or that, but he was shocked when he met your eyes.

“You-you’re- hi,” he said stunned.

“Hi, Steven,” you spoke softly.

“Look, I really don’t know what more I can say, but I am truly sorry, and I don’t want to be yelled at,” he admitted, “I’ll leave you alone, I promise you.”

He began to close the door, but you placed a hand on it, not very hard, but it managed to stop him from closing it any further. Stepping a little closer you took a deep breath, “Steven, wait, I just want you to hear me out, okay?”

“Umm, okay,” he agreed, opening the door a little more, wincing as he prepared for something harsh.

“I wanted to reschedule with you,” you smiled, “for our date.”

“Wait…even after I stood you up?” Steven squinted, confused.

You laughed softly, looking down, before back up at his sad eyes, “Steven, I don’t know who convinced you that one bad date means I’d never want to even see you again, but that’s not the case. We’ve been on two absolutely fantastic dates, I’ve known you for months, I… I was more worried about you than anything,” your smile widened as his jaw parted, “I missed you, and you looked more distraught than usual. So, I just wanted you to know I’m not mad.”

“You-you’re not mad, really?” Steven opened the door a little more.

“I’m really not,” you guaranteed him, “It was an accident, you mixed up the days, it’s okay.”

“Oh…,” he took a few moments as if this was something he’d never experienced before, and he hadn’t. Just about everyone he’d ever tried to date was impatient and got fed up with him for missing dates, even if it was an accident. It was then that he noticed you were drenched and shivering, still in your museum dress, “Oh, shi- you’re soaking. Here, I’m so sorry, please, uh, come in.”

“Oh, thanks,” you laughed a little at how abruptly he shifted from one topic to the next, watching him move out of your way and close the door behind you.

“How did you find my apartment anyway?” he asked, clicking on some additional lights.

“I looked through our texts, you told me what building it was, and then I just asked around for someone who looked like you,” you explained, “but that was after my umbrella inverted, so here I am.”

“Ah, that’s a shame about your umbrella,” he sympathised, “can I offer you some dry clothes then- or is that too…” He shifted his hands adorably.

“I’d be okay with that,” you nod, smile soft and warm, feeling like this situation was going to be far better than some ordinary date.

“Okay,” Steven stared at you, completely in love with how understanding, and kind you were, he admired that in you and felt like he’d met an angel, “I’ll- I’ll put some tea on too for you, you’ve got to be chilled to the bone.”

You took to looking around a bit as he fetched the clothes; finding his fish tank, you dipped down to see a goldfish, with only one fin, “aww,” you said to yourself, “hello.”

“Ah, see you’ve met Gus. I think these should be manageable,” he returned with an oversized sweater and some sweatpants, “they’re not the best but-

“It’s perfect,” you smiled, taking them from him, hands brushing together when you exchanged the clothes.

You kept your palms against his knuckles for a moment, enjoying the warmth of his skin. You just wanted to be close to him, to let him know you were there for him. You didn’t want distance. Steven couldn’t help but stare, your eyes were the most beautiful colour he’d ever seen, your skin was still damp, and he actually felt comfortable around you. Taking a step closer, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, with just the bundle of clothes keeping you apart, you were certain that he was going to kiss you.

“Loo is on the left,” he suddenly said, and instantly regretted it.

“Oh- okay, I’ll be right back,” you smile up at him, hoping he didn’t feel any pressure.

It was only a moment later and you returned, in the most comfortable outfit you’d ever been in. In fact, you had taken a moment to hug yourself, nuzzling against the sleeves, breathing in his cologne that lingered before you stepped out. Steven was right where you left him, but this time he was holding a cup of tea for you. It was a mug with Egyptian hieroglyphics all over it. You had to smile as he handed it to you.

“Um, listen,” he took a deep breath, “I just want you to know that I really did set an alarm, I really tried,” Steven looked down, “I just struggle with sleep and remembering days and…things.”

“I believe you, it’s okay,” you reached a hand to tuck a little hair out of his face, before caressing his jawline, stroking your thumb across his cheek, “we can just make dates for immediately after work, that way we can head out together right away, we can work around it.”

Exhaling with relief, he nodded in agreement, “thank you- thank you so much,” he closed his eyes for emphasis.

“It’s no problem at all,” you said, before your eyes were drawn behind him, you glanced at the bed and looked it over.

Steven instantly noticed your gaze shift and swiftly turned to see what you were looking at, “oh shit, ah,” he chuckled nervously, “believe it or not, that’s for- I have a sleepwalking issue, problem…”

He swallowed harshly, anxiously, as he met your eyes again; you were taking a sip of the tea, “that’s not for. . .that, what you think, or what it looks like.”

You blinked heavily, keeping your eyes on him while you finished drinking, “either way,” you perked an eyebrow, lowering the cup from your lips.

[hyunybyuny]

This may sound dumb, but how would a scenario play out where the reader just thought Marc, Steven, and Jake were identical triplets and has the absolute shock of their life

𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭/ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫/ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: fluff and angst

Part two:

— YOU HAD BEEN CONFUSED AS MUCH BEFORE BUT THIS CONFUSION WAS PARTICULAR. Dating Steven Grant wasn't easy but you didn't mind dating him. No matter how many dates he didn't show up to, how late he was to everything, and how he may come off as. You loved Steven but what you didn't understand was that there were three of him.

Granted, Steven didn't know that others were living inside of him, and Marc and Jake tried to play it off as if they were his brothers. It was very confusing to see two identical people that looked like your boyfriend. As like right now, the man with a black golfer hat, wearing tight black long sleeves and blue jeans walked alongside you down the flea market.

Jake Lockley stood next to you with his arms full of groceries as he stared at all the shining antiques glistening under the sun. "Thank you for coming with me to the flea market!" You said happily as you swayed your tote bag in your hand. "I don't know where Steven is and he wouldn't answer my text. So I thought you would ignore the flea market. I remember that you told me back home that you use to go to flea markets when you were a kid."

Jake knew it was terrible to keep the secret that there was actually just three of them in one body but Jake and Marc agreed that Steven should get to live a normal life without knowing about them. It was easy to keep it that way because they always ask you at the end of hanging out with you to not tell Steven. Jake was lucky that you were kind and loyal to not tell Steven, perhaps even a little innocent and oblivious.

Perhaps that's why Jake and Marc were okay with fronting around you. They were comfortable around you because sometimes, they needed that innocence and obliviousness nature to make them feel okay. They didn't have anyone but at least they felt okay being around you. And Jake's heart swelled from how you remembered one of his talks that was a while ago. He didn't want to fall in love with Steven's girlfriend but it was becoming inevitable at this point.

Even Marc was slowly falling in love with you. It was another reason why Marc and Jake were fronting around you. "You. . .remembered, Hermosa?" Jake questioned with furrowed brows as he glanced over you.

"Of course I did." You said with a huge grin, glancing back at him. "I remember everything you tell me. I even started practicing Spanish to communicate with you better. I just want to communicate with Steven's brother better."

The warm summer sun radiated against your face as you stopped in the middle of the busy flea market. You wore the cutest sunflower dress, the dress itself was black but the small litters of yellow sunflowers scattered across your dress. You wore a bucket hat with a Mickey Mouse embedded in the middle of it. Jake felt his heart pounding, he clutched the groceries tightly around his muscular arms. He knew that this deception was wrong and he should tell the truth but it was a bit thrilling to have this secret be kept from you. But it was also wrong because he was falling for Steven's girlfriend.

"Okay, let's hear your Spanish then." Jake waved two fingers off the brown bag as he nodded his head encouragingly.

"Okay." You inhaled a deep breath and spoke broken Spanish in the most horrendous way possible. Jake pressed his lips into a thin line as his lips trembled trying to hold back laughter. He brought the brown bags against his face as a huge smile broke on his lips. "You're laughing behind those bags!"

You pushed his shoulders as Jake erupted into laughter behind the bags. "That's not nice!" You shouted, crossing your arms as Jake lowered the bag laughing more. "I really tried!"

"Esta bien, mi amor. Hiciste lo mejor que pudiste." Jake said as he walked over to the curb of the street to stand out of the way of people.

It's okay, my love. You did your best.

You tilted your head as you furrowed your brows. Jake assumed from your broken Spanish that you didn't know what he said but your lips curled into a frown. "Did you call me my love?" You asked.

Jake froze as he stared down at you. He didn't expect you to know Spanish, that didn't make sense. How could you understand Spanish but speak it so horrible? "How did you know what I said? You can't even pronounce the proper words." Jake replied trying to shrug off that he called you my love. He was supposed to be Steven's "brother" he wasn't supposed to flirt with you or catch feelings and here he was utterly falling into an abyss gazing into your confused eyes.

"I only said I could show you I can speak Spanish." You countered with raised eyebrows. "It's easier to understand it than to speak it but why did you call me my love?"

Jake didn't have an answer. He could lie to many people as possible about his identities, and who he was and make up countless stories. But it was hard to lie to you. Those pretty [color] eyes that he could get lost in for hours on end as he was hypnotized. He cleared his throat as he looked away from you. "It's a nickname for those you hold dear to your heart and you're my dearest. . .friend."

The words that came out of him tasted bitter. Jake knows he shouldn't want more but he wants more, he wants you. All of you. And for you to only see him as Steven's brother was painful to live through. Jake wanted you to be his and he knew Marc felt the same but as the protector of both Marc and Steven, he already felt selfish for still being the avatar of Khonshu so the least he could do was not condone his own feelings.

"You're my dearest friend too!" You said with a wide smile as you bent down to pluck a flower off a bush. You went on your tippy-toes and brush the flower on Jake's hair, pushing away his brown hair out of the way.

Jake shuddered feeling the padding of your fingers against his hair. He definitely wanted more but he couldn't have you. And that was the problem, he couldn't have you because you were already someone else's. "Yeah, friend," Jake muttered. "Let's go get some food."

"Okay. But I'm choosing this time."

No matter how much Jake wants to tell you that he's in the same body as Steven and tell you that he loves you, he knows he can't. So, he pushed aside his feelings as his lips tugged into a smirk looking at you. "Don't choose any white people food, there isn't any taste to their food."

"No promises."

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And one "brother" to another, Marc came out and knocked on your door. He asked if you wanted to do a midnight stroll and possibly get IHOP after the stroll. You agreed because you loved hanging out with Steven's "brothers" and you thought you were getting closer to them by spending time with them. You thought it was weird that Marc and Jake asked you to not tell Steven about it, perhaps they wanted to surprise him about the closeness you were having with them?

Whatever it may be, Marc's sweater hung loosely on you as you stared at the twinkling night sky. The moonlights shone brightly against the two of you as Marc walked you down the bristling streets of London trying to find an IHOP to get pancakes.

Marc glanced down at you as your smile formed on your lips watching the stars. He knew it was wrong as well to feel this swelling feeling in his heart. To absolutely be enthralled by someone who was innocent and oblivious. He needed that in his life, just someone to balance his chaos but as Jake was feeling, you were someone else's.

"How's. . .Steven?" Marc questioned trying to make conversation as he twiddled with his golden necklace against his neck trying to calm his nerves. It was always hard to talk to you because of how nervous Marc would get but he tried his best around you. It wasn't hard falling in love with you because of how kind you were to Steven. How gentle you were when Steven missed your dates. You were patient. Something Marc was never good at but somehow, you were teaching him to be all these things that he never imagined he would become.

"Oh, Steven's great! I haven't seen him much today since I was with your other brother, Jake." You said absentmindedly as you peered your eyes away from the vast sky. Your eyes twinkled at Marc underneath the fluorescent street light as you talked about your day with Jake and how Jake made fun of your Spanish.

Marc started snickering as he heard you try saying something in Spanish. "No wonder Jake was laughing. That was terrible Spanish." Marc replied. He hasn't smiled this much in a long time and honestly, he was having a good time smiling this much. He hasn't smiled like this since his actual brother, Randall before he died.

"Jake wouldn't stop making fun of me. I don't need another brother to tease me about it." You huffed but a smile broke on your lips as you walked down the street, not paying attention to anything but Marc as you glanced at him. "I've been meaning to ask you something."

"What is it?" Marc questioned, arching an eyebrow at you.

"How come I never see you in the same room as Jake and Steven?" You questioned, gazing at him for answers. It has been on your mind why the three brothers won't' hang out with each other. From how often Jake and Marc visit you, they never seem to want to visit Steven. In fact, you have never seen them in the same room at all.

"She's going to find out," Jake called out from the reflection of a puddle as Marc passed by it trying to think of a response but a sudden gust of wind blew harshly against the two as you suddenly stumbled on your feet.

Marc outstretched his arm and grasp your wrist from falling, pulling you against his broad chest. "Are you okay?" Marc questioned, looking to the side to see that Khonshu had pushed you.

"YOU'RE WELCOME, IDIOT," Khonshu said, disappearing away from thin air.

Marc could only thank Khonshu for this moment because he had no idea how to tell you that Steven was an alter of him. "I'm okay." You breathed out lifting your head to look at Marc with a soft smile. "Thank you."

You hastily pulled away. There was that beating of your heart strumming for Marc. The same beating that was for Jake as well. You hated yourself for feeling a certain way for Steven's brothers but it was hard to not feel your heart swell when Steven's brothers looked exactly like him. Yes, they all acted differently but it was the same face. The same face you fell in love with.

"Let's go get. . .pancakes." You trailed off awkwardly, turning around fast to walk away quickly so he wouldn't see your burning cheeks.

Marc glared at the moon, grumbling to himself about how adorable you looked in his sweater and how cute you looked against his chest. He wanted these thoughts to stop and he knew it was selfish for falling for Steven's girlfriend but he couldn't help himself. "Khonshu, this is the only time I'm saying thanks to you," Marc muttered and then followed your path to IHOP.

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After spending the day with both brothers, you decided it was time to go home and get back to Steven. But something felt off when Marc rushed away quickly as he left you in front of the apartment building saying a quick goodbye. It was strange seeing him run off quickly but you shrugged it off, wanting to go back to Steven as you held what he usually ordered at IHOP.

You made it through the building and into your apartment. "Steven?" You called out, closing the door behind you as you locked it. You heard cluttering noises coming from deeper into the apartment. "Steven?"

Walking towards the noise, you saw Steven's body slumped against the made bed as he fluttered his eyes open confused. Steven rubbed his eyes as he sat up. He was confused about what time it was. He knew that he must have overslept or perhaps underslept seeing how it was still dark outside. "Steven?" You called out, stepping in front of you.

A smile broke out on his lips as he jerked his head towards your direction as you entered the bedroom. "Hi, love!" He cheerily said, it felt like he hasn't seen you all day.

"Hi, Steven." You said, walking up to him and pressing your lips against his forehead. "I got you food."

"Can you put it in the refrigerator for me? Some reason, I'm not that hungry." Steven shuffled on the bed as he fixed his hair. He felt like he looked messy from barely waking up. "You went to IHOP without me?"

"No. . ." You trailed off trying to think of what to say since Marc asked not to tell Steven. "I went with a friend. You know Peter, right? He wanted to eat a late-night snack and I didn't know where you were so I just went with him."

"You didn't know where I was?" Steven asked confused, furrowing his brows as you walked out of the room to put Steven's food away. He scrambled off the bed to follow you as a million thoughts went through his head. He's been here all this time. Why would you not know where he was? He shared this apartment with you for two months already and he was always here, if not then at work. "Darling, I was here."

You arched an eyebrow at him as you opened the door to the refrigerator. "Uh, no. You weren't." You replied confused. "I tried to hang out with you today but you were gone. Today is your day off as well but I assumed you were at the bookstore getting more Egyptian history books."

"No, I've been sleeping all this time." Steven rubbed his forehead confused as he stared at you closing the fridge door and turning around. "I barely woke up. I shouldn't have been asleep that long."

"Steven. . ." You trailed off equally as confused as he was. You glanced down at his clothes and furrowed your brows. The golden necklace that Marc wears hung loosely on Steven's neck. Marc's necklace. Maybe he was with Marc today? But that couldn't be because you just saw Marc. "Where did you get Marc's necklace? Did you finally talk to him?"

"Marc?" Steven questioned, lowering his hand down from his aching forehead as he gazed at you, confused. "Who the hell is Marc?"

Shit. Jake and Marc thought watching from the reflections.

"Your brother?" You asked slowly. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. "Wait, did he tell you to pretend to not know that you're talking to each other again? Is Jake on this?"

Steven was in bewilderment. He had no clue who the hell you were talking about. Who was Marc and Jake? Were they people you knew? And why would he know them? He barely had any friends, hell, you were his only friend. "Someone's having a laugh because I don't know who's those bloody men are pretending to be my brother. I don't have a brother."

"Steven, Marc and Jake look exactly like you." You pressed on as Steven stumbled back trying to comprehend what you were saying. You laced your fingers with his as you took him to the couch to sit down before he fell from his confusion. "I wasn't supposed to take pictures being with them but. . ." You took your phone from Marc's sweater. A sweater that Steven has never seen as well.

Steven couldn't help but feel jealous seeing another man's sweater look adorable on you. "Look at this." You called out taking him out of his thoughts as he glanced down at your dimmed screen.

Steven's brows furrowed. He was going through different stages of bewilderment and shock. His lips parted, and his eyes went wide. His facial expressions conveyed the emotions he was going through. Disbelief, shock, confusion, and then, terrified. "Steven, what's wrong?" You asked concern. "These are your brothers. . .Marc and Jake."

Steven stared at the pictures as his breath trembled, he didn't mean to grab your phone rudely but he zoomed in on the picture. It was from today. You snuck a picture of Jake petting a dog. The side of his face looked exactly like Steven's. Then, he scrolled to the next picture of this Marc person. A clearer photo of Marc came through as he ate pancakes. It was him but at the same time, it wasn't.

Steven couldn't recall these memories and they were from today apparently. His hands trembled as his fingers loosen, and the phone slipped through his hands as he stared terrified at the ground in front of him. "That's not me," Steven whispered.

"What? Of course not, they're your brothers."

"No." Steven shook his head as he slowly turned his head towards you. "Love, I don't have any identical brothers. I don't have any brothers at all. . .it's me but it's not me."

"I don't think I understand." You replied with furrowed brows.

Steven was in disbelief. It wasn't him,  those photos were him but they weren't. He couldn't believe who was in those pictures. There was no reconciliation of any memories. He knew he had problems with missing days and missing hours. There were blank spaces in his life but the photos you showed him were utterly insane. "I don't have any brothers. . .it's me."

From witnessing how terrified Steven was, you believed him and from the same golden necklace as well that hung on Steven's neck that Marc wore. You put a hand on his shoulder for comfort as you softly asked, "Then who was it?

"I don't know but they're not me."

Jake and Marc watched from the reflections knowing that Marc had screwed up big time and that the consequences of their actions caught up to them. For the first time, they didn't know what to do as Steven sat there horrified and shocked. Steven now understood that the jacket you had on your body was either Jake's or Marc's. 

"They're not me."

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Perhaps there will be a part two of this but resentment series and no time to die series is taking longer to write than I hoped because they’re both going to be lengthy chapters.

[hyunybyuny]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓/𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧!

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘 “𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒”

Smut/darkish romance/ bit of fluff

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 “𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏” 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

[𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 & 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲] Fluff & slight angst

Part one: Sticky Note Mishap

Part two: Roller Coaster Mania

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

“𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄” Angst

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

“𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘” smut, darkish romance

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑| 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓

“𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒” hurt/comfort | angst/fluff

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑| 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓

“𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒” smut

Part one: The Lover’s Quarrel

Part two

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓

[𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫]

“𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒” fluff

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

[𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭]

“𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒” 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 smut/fluff

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑| 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓

“𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑” 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 fluff/implied smut

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[hyunybyuny]

clumsy

summary: you're extremely clumsy. Steven worries. Marc finds it amusing. Jake gets protective. But they all love you for it nonetheless.

tags: pure fluff, oneshot, boyf!Steven & Marc & Jake, gn!reader (no pronouns/descriptions in place), cute slice of life moments, some comedic humor with Khonshu, bc I am a student in London ofc I had to add in English lingo/London tingz, please do not take as accurate portrayal of DID by any means

☆ word count: 3.5K+ ☆

Steven worries for you. Endlessly. 

He knows you’re a capable adult. You’re wicked smart, hard to trick, quick to respond with a sassy comment. But you’re extremely clumsy. He still remembers how the way the two of you first met was because you tripped and nearly fell onto an exhibit piece. Having just finished his shift, Steven was exhausted but his reflexes kicked in as his left arm quickly wrapped around your waist, stopping you from hitting the floor.

Your eyes remained closed, bracing for the harsh impact of the floor, but instead all you felt was… someone’s warm arm wrapped around your waistline. 

“A-are you alright?” a soft British voice asked you, your eyes slowly opening to be met with a gorgeous curly haired man with a name tag pinned onto his shirt. Steven, it read. 

“I- yeah, thank you. I didn’t mean to fall but I was distracted.” you sheepishly added, looking away from the handsome man’s gaze. You must’ve looked like such a fool, you berated yourself. Unbeknownst to you, he was mesmerized by the way the fading sunlight was illuminating your face, your smile hesitant but pure and your voice even sweeter to hear. 

“Yes, the exhibits are truly fascinating-” he started, only to be cut off.

“I was actually looking at the guide dog.” you interrupted, pointing to the golden retriever across the room. “But these ancient exhibits are interesting too! I just wish I had a tour guide or something because reading all this printed information on four hours of sleep is really difficult.” you quickly added, making Steven chuckle. 

“I-I could show you around, if you’d like.” 

Steven had no idea where the sudden courage came from, but he didn’t want to clamber onto the tube and go back to his empty flat quite yet. He wanted to stay here, with you, listen to you ramble about the most innocuous things. He nervously fiddled with the edge of his jacket, thinking he had perhaps crossed the line, but all you did was smile even wider.

“Really? Are you sure? I mean there’s only half an hour before closing so-” 

“It’s no problem, really.” 

“Thank you, Steven.” 

“No problem….” he trailed off, waiting for you to fill your name in. 

“(Y/n).” 

“(Y/n). Nice to meet you. So if you look closely upon this carving, you’ll see that it’s a depiction of Anubis. Anubis is the protector of the dead in Egyptian mythology…” 

That had been six months ago and now you had moved into his flat, your hoodies carelessly folded over the couch and your mismatched socks stuffed precariously into his drawers. He wouldn’t have it any other way though - being able to come home to you each night and to have your face be the first thing he sees every day (more or less given that both of you had hectic schedules) made even the worst days much brighter for him. It also helped that living together meant he could keep an eye on you more: it wasn’t uncommon for you to have shown up to dates, prior to moving in, with a sprained wrist, a small bruise on your arm, a twisted ankle… All from (badly) doing regular things. 

You were just so clumsy and out of them all, Steven worried the most. He carried plasters with him everywhere, in addition to filling one of his drawers to the brim with first aid supplies (which had the additional benefit of being of use to Marc or Jake after a night out, he supposed). He would be the first to drop all his books and come rushing by your side if he heard something drop or shatter, his first priority never being about the damaged item but your wellbeing. He didn’t care that you’d shattered three mugs since moving in or that you’d nearly given yourself a concussion from tripping over a package you were too lazy to pick up. Your clumsiness never annoyed him, though it just made him worry endlessly and be on high alert whenever you decided to do something even remotely dangerous. 

“Ah, shit.” 

You were sucking on the edge of your slightly burnt thumb for less than two seconds when Steven came rushing into the room, the sound of metal hitting the floor followed by your cursing forcing him to sprint out of bed and come to your aid. His hands carefully cradled your left hand, examining it in the dim yellow light of the kitchen, whilst you rolled your eyes playfully in protest.

“Stevennnnn, the cookies!” you attempted to pull away from him but his grip was iron tight.

“You’re far more important than the sweets, love. Hold on.” 

Turning off the oven, he pulled out a pack of plasters from the top shelf, ordering for you to run your thumb under cold water in the mean time. Afterwards, he carefully dried off your finger (being ever so careful to ask you to tell him if it was hurting as he applied pressure) and bandaged it nicely with a soft kiss to your hand. The action made your heart flutter.

“Thanks, Steven.” you kissed him gently, an action which still made him blush.

“No problem, darling.” 

“... Are the cookies okay though?” you pouted, pulling away from his embrace to check inside the oven. Steven’s hands quickly landed on your shoulders, pulling you backwards in an instant. 

“Hold on, love. Let me get the cookies out, alright? Don’t want you to burn yourself again.” he lightly teased, putting on oven gloves. You sighed - admittedly, that was probably the best thing to do anyways. Steven was the one to carefully take the cookies off of the baking sheet with a spatula as you arranged them neatly into stacks into the plastic container, carefully balancing one of the cookies on top of your palm so you could feed it to Steven. He smiled, gently biting into the dessert, a pleasant hum leaving his lips.

“Any good? It’s a new recipe.” 

“It’s marvelous, love. Very sweet. Only second to you.” 

“Well it was a team effort, I’d say. I bake and… you make sure I don’t burn the flat down. Or burn myself.” you added, taking a bite of the cookie as well. “Seriously, don’t you get tired of having to treat minor injuries for me so often?” 

Steven shook his head sideways, kissing you softly again - his lips still had the remnants of coconut and chocolate, with a hint of raspberry. 

“Never.” 

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Marc, on the other hand, finds your clumsiness endlessly amusing. 

He wouldn’t hesitate to pull you away from a burning pot or to help you stand up if you fell, of course. But unlike Steven who worried endlessly, waiting anxiously by your side as you cooked or cleaned, he found your daring efforts amusing and fun. Especially when he’d be able to tease you afterwards, see the adorable way in which your face would crinkle up in embarrassment, thereby giving him an excuse to kiss away the sour expression from your face. 

Juggling trying to retain whatever was ‘normal’ for Steven with a mercenary’s life and an Egyptian god constantly bothering him in the background, there was something so comforting and normal about watching you. His favorite sight in the world was whenever you’d stay up late waiting for him to get home then fall asleep on the sofa, your face smushed into the cushions, your chest rising in soft breaths as you slept. Being able to carry you back to bed, after arranging the pillows and blankets to be as comfortable as they could, before falling into the sheets with you was how he wished every day could be. 

His heart burned for you. And amongst the millions of things he loved about you, above all, it was your heart - your never ending desire to help others, your generosity, your need to always give back to others. He even saw one time that you’d scheduled various anniversaries into your phone, each day color coded and neatly organized - he pretended to have not seen the first month anniversary notification and acted surprised a week later when you pulled out a pair of tickets to a new musical. His right arm never left your waist as you clung to him afterwards, the uneven cobblestoned streets of London making walking (especially as you were drunk) ever more difficult. 

“Oh!” you suddenly stopped walking, causing Marc to almost tip over to the side at the suddenness and force with which you stopped walking. Cautious, he quickly surveyed the surroundings, expecting you to have seen something to make you nervous. “Remind me to take out the cake I have in the fridge before Marc gets home.” 

His heart was overflowing with warmth as he chuckled quietly, brushing away your hair from your face so he could better see it under the moonlight.

“Baby, I am Marc.” 

You simply hummed in response, his reply not seemingly registering in your brain for a few moments before your eyes widened in shock.

“You are! No, now I ruined the surprise.” you dramatically flailed your arms, almost falling over as you took a misstep. Marc’s reflexes were fast, quickly pulling you into his chest as a black cab rushed by. 

“Careful, angel. Almost got run over by London traffic.” 

Gently walking you towards the other side of the street, Marc was vigilant to keep you away from the side facing the open traffic all the way until the two of you reached the flat. Opening the door took several tries as you insisted on being useful and opening it yourself, but you kept on dropping the key or using the wrong key for the door. 

“Just help the little human already.” Khonshu grumbled from the background, his arms crossed and his tone unamused. But Marc didn’t care. There was something so cute about seeing you get frustrated, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration as you tried over and over again to open the door. When Marc eventually stepped in and opened it in one try, you threw your arms around him, kissing his face and calling him your hero, causing him to accidentally knock against the kitchen counter with a mug falling and shattering on the floor as a result.

“My clumsy baby. What will I ever do with you…” he commented against your lips, the pads of his thumbs drawing circles on your face.

“Perhaps you could begin by cleaning up the filth on the floor.” 

Marc was about to chastise the god when your head suddenly whipped around to the tall creature. 

“Shut it, birdie! It was a mistake.” 

“... You can see me?” the god’s voice changed from annoyance to one of surprise, clearly having underestimated your abilities to perceive beyond the mortal world.

“Yes! And you need to stop being so mean to Steven, he’s a good boy.” 

The god was baffled into silence as Marc let out a wild laugh at your antics, hugging you closer to his chest.

God, he loved you. 

The sound of the door finally unlocking snapped him out of his memories, his thoughts running wild when you finally stepped out of the bathroom, nervously pulling at the ends of the fabric whilst looking yourself over in the mirror repeatedly. He knew you were meeting with your best friend’s fiancee tonight and that you want to make ‘the best impression possible.’ His throat immediately ran dry, his eyes hungrily drinking in your figure whilst you took his silence to be a bad thing.

“Oh no, does it look bad on me? Is it too much? Should I change? I can grab-” 

A swift kiss to your lips, firm but still gentle, cut your rambling off. 

“You look perfect, baby. Now you have to leave if you want to catch your Uber on time.” 

“Right.” you smiled against his lips. Quickly fixing your hair in the mirror one last time and grabbing your bag - quickly shoving your phone inside - you raced to the front door in your socks, knocking over a pile of books that the god had been skimming through for the past few hours.

“I’m so sorry, Khonshu!” you felt horrible, knowing that he’d been skimming over the books for hours, as you dropped onto your knees and began to pick them up one by one. The god let out a displeased sigh - at this point, the god had come to oddly respect you and care for you in his own right. But even so, he couldn’t help but marvel at your clumsiness. It was unlike anything else he’d ever seen. 

Marc was quick to arrive by your side, gently coaxing you away from the pile of books.

“It’s alright, baby, you go ahead. I’ll clean this up.” 

Apologizing fervently again, you planted one last kiss on Marc’s lips before hurriedly exiting the flat, the force with which you slammed the door causing the flat to shake. Shaking his head sideways in amusement, Marc quickly went about picking up the books as the god watched from above him. 

“I sincerely do not understand how one mortal can both perceive the higher realms whilst struggling to maintain basic balance and hand-eye coordination.” 

Marc chuckled.

“It’s a mystery to me too.” 

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Jake didn’t worry for you nor did he find your clumsiness amusing. 

No, seeing you trip, knock over, cut yourself accidentally or drop things made his protective side kick in, his body immediately wrapping around yours and shielding you from whatever danger was created. It was a bit much at times, causing even Marc and Steven to complain - “they’re London cyclists, Jake, they’re supposed to go a bit fast” - but Jake didn’t care. He hated to see you in pain, to see any markings or discoloration on your pretty skin, so it was primal instinct to be protective around you. 

Sometimes you’d pout when he’d seat you away from an open flame or insist on holding your hand in open streets, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t the best with words - like Steven - nor with spending quality time with you - like Marc - so his love for you spilled over in his actions. Jake was fiercely protective of you, unafraid to snap, push or get a little violent with people if they could ever hurt you. Or if they flirted with you.

As Jake eyed the menu of the small cafe nestled in the corner of the bookstore, your order memorized like the back of his hand, he missed your figure leaving his side as a certain book cover on the top shelf caught your eye. Having decided what to order, he returned his gaze to his side to ask you if you’d like the usual, before he realized that you were no longer next to him. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, seeing that you’d opted to climb up a ladder to reach a book on the top shelf in the historical fiction section.

His brain immediately flashed with numerous scenarios of what could go wrong - you’d fall off the ladder, hit your head on a sharp corner and get a concussion, get a paper cut from flipping through too quickly - and Jake was quick to abandon his place in line, only to be cut off by another man accidentally walking into you as you stepped off the ladder. Engrossed in whatever was written on the back cover of the book, you hadn’t seen the man blocking your pathway who was now apologizing to you profusely.

“I’m terribly sorry for that.” the man kept repeating his apologies, bending down to retrieve your fallen book. Jealousy coursed through Jake’s veins upon realizing that the man was objectively good looking, his brown hair well styled, his prim suit indicating that he probably held a well off, stable job. It was one of Jake’s insecurities - the fact that he (or Marc or Steven for that matter, but especially him) could not offer you a ‘normal’ life free of violence, doomsdays and existential threats. And the way you keep giggling and entertaining the man’s quips caused his stomach to twist and anger to bubble up in his chest, his fists clenching by his sides. Jake wasn’t thinking when he stormed up to where you were standing and pulled you right against him, lacing your fingers with his. 

“Mi corazón, we should leave now if we want to catch the bus in time.” his voice was sweet when speaking to you but his glare to the man was deadly, who was now shifting uncomfortably under Jake’s stare. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh, but Spencer was just about to tell me-” 

You weren’t able to finish your sentence nor get your book back from Spencer as Jake quickly dragged you away, leaving the brunette man confused and alone with your book. Jake was silent for a few moments, simply dragging you behind him as you hurried your pace in an effort to keep up with him amongst the busy crowds of pedestrians.

“What was that for?” you pouted. 

Jake stopped, dropping your hand before letting out a curt sigh. 

“That bastardo was flirting with you. Plus, he could’ve hurt you by knocking into you while you were stepping off a ladder.” 

The mix of jealousy and insecurity dripping from his voice caused your expression to soften, your delicate hands coming up to cup his face.

“It’s sweet of you to worry, Jake, but I’m fine, see? Also, even if he was flirting, I would never be interested in him. Not when I have the most handsome, caring and amazing boyfriends by my side.” 

His anger slowly dissipated, your lips meeting his in a gentle manner, which he was quick to turn into a full out steamy makeout session by pinning you against the brick wall of the alleyway. You laughed against his lips at his eagerness as a small smirk spreads across his lips.

“You’re mine, mi amor, aren’t you?” he growled.

“All yours, Jake... But I did really want to buy that book so you’ll have to make it up to me.” 

He kisses you again, his intoxicating mix of sandalwood and fresh leather flooding your senses.

“Of course. I’ll buy you that book. And anything else you’d ever want.” 

“Can I open my eyes now?” you whined, the blindfold placed on your eyes having meant you’d been led in complete darkness for the past ten minutes. Based on the attire you were told to wear and the soft feeling of grass and dirt underneath your feet, you had a feeling you were in a hilly area or a park, but you had no idea why you were here or what Jake had planned for date night. Jake simply chuckled in response.

“In a minute.” 

A few rustles of paper and the sound of fabric being straightened out, then he carefully took off the blindfold from your eyes, revealing the gorgeous sight in front. A hastily sprung out picnic basket laid out with white and red checkered squares, pinned to the grassy floor with a few glass candles. Two wine glasses and a bottle of wine sat in the middle. It was intimate and small, yet so beautifully done, you felt your heart squeeze in appreciation as you looked up at Jake’s face (which was uncharacteristically shy and withdrawn in this instance).

“Sorry for the... rather messy presentation. Steven and Marc helped with a few things but I’m usually not very good with these things, so-”

“It’s perfect.” you cut him off quickly, grabbing his hands and squeezing them in reassurance. “Thank you, thank you all so much. This is just… the best thing I could’ve asked for on our sixth month anniversary.” 

Jake’s shoulders quickly relaxed, a sly smirk appearing on his face.

“Oh, just wait until you see, mi vida, what we have planned for you.” 

As Jake sat down next to you, you popped open the wine bottle and began to pour him a glass, accidentally spilling some onto his pants. 

“Shit! I’m so sorry-” you quickly placed down the drinks, searching for some tissues and water to help rub out the stain. But Jake simply couldn’t care, choosing instead to admire you: the way your eyes glittered in the moonlight or the way the faint glow of the candles below carved your face in shadows.

“God, I’m just so clumsy, did we bring any tissues? Or I can run down to a nearby-” you continued to ramble, becoming silent only when Jake's hand reached out for yours, wrapping around your wrist and setting you back down on to the floor.

“It’s alright, mi amor. Just sit and enjoy this night with me, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

And as the two of you sat in silence, the object in his left pocket felt heavier than ever.

“Thank goodness the wine didn’t spill onto the ring.” Steven remarked.

“Though, that would have been very (Y/n)-esque to do.” Marc added.

And as he tore his gaze away from the night sky and onto you, all Jake could think about was how much he wanted to spend to spend the rest of his life with you. Even through all the falls, bruises, wine spills, forgotten items and cuts you’d rack up along the way.

a/n: sooo basically I haven't posted any fics since Aug of 2020. Whew. So posting this is pretty nervewracking for me. Sorry if this fic wasn't the best, I am a little rusty. Not sure if any of my older followers are reading this but if you stuck around, thank you!

As for everyone else, please let me know if you enjoyed by liking/commenting/reblogging - if the feedback is positive I may write more in this fandom :)

❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️

[hyunybyuny]

domesticity

Pairing: Marc Spector X Fem!Reader / Steven Grant x Fem!reader / Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You move into a new flat with the moon boys and they have their first tastes of domestic bliss.

Warnings: Implied smut: p in v, oral (f receiving). Minors DNI. But mostly it's fluff. A bit of hurt/comfort. Domesticity but that's literally in the title. Omniscient pov.

Word count: 3.8K

A/n: I'm very excited about this. I worked really hard on it so please please please let me know if you like it. Thank you to @sugared-tea for proof reading. Dividers by @firefly-graphics reposted because it didnt show up in tags. wtf tumblr.

Marc was terrified. 

His heart pounded in his head and it was hard to breathe in the small office he sat in. The stale air choked him, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt, and his nails dug into the cheap leather of the arm chair. The landlord glanced up at him briefly while explaining the tenancy agreement to you. He sat behind an impressive desk, wore a cheap suit, and smelled like his secretary’s perfume. It made Marc distrust him. You noticed that the landlord had stopped mid sentence and looked up from the documents in front of you. You followed his gaze until it landed on Marc.

Suddenly it was silent, he could breathe again, and all he could smell was the jasmine and honey scent of your perfume. You offered him a knowing smile, reached over and placed your hand on his knee.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You knew it was hard for him. The horror he faced as a child made seemingly normal life events difficult. There was a reason he was alone for so long. When he was alone no one could hurt him, and he couldn’t hurt anyone else. Then he met you. Or, rather, Steven met you.

It has been a whirlwind ever since. You fell for Steven quickly. You fell for Marc and Jake just as quickly when they fronted around you. Suddenly he no longer slept on a cot in a storage container, but woke up to you asleep on his chest in Steven’s flat. He took you on ice cream dates, walked you home, and tasted the cotton candy ice cream on your lips. You were so soft, and he felt like he didn’t deserve it, but he was addicted.

The longer you dated, the sooner you realized that it would just be easier if you moved into a flat with the boys. If you lived together you wouldn’t have to wonder who‘s staying at who’s flat. It would just be coming home. 

Steven and Jake agreed. Marc closed up, distanced himself. Fear clouded his mind and he retreated. You didn’t see or hear from him for a while, Steven had control of the body for almost a week. Steven was the one who convinced him to just talk to you, and Marc will never forget the look of relief on your face when he showed up at your door one night. When he explained that he wasn’t ready, that he needed more time before he made a commitment like that, he was worried he would hurt you.

It was the opposite. You understood without forcing him to explain. You promised you would wait til he was ready. Then promised that it would be okay if he was never ready. You made it clear that your only concern was that he felt comfortable and safe. He had a brief moment of “oh”, because he couldn’t remember the last time somebody other than one of his alters cared about his comfort. 

You kept your promise and waited till he was ready. It meant the world to him.

Now you sat next to him in the landlord's office. It felt like you had searched for a flat for ages. It had to be between the garden center you worked at and the museum so that neither you or Steven would be late. 

Marc noticed how disappointment had started to weigh on you when you couldn’t find a place at first. So when he saw the way your face lit up when the two of you viewed this flat, he knew it was the one.

You shook his knee as worry pricked at your heart and your eyes searched his face for any sign that he needed to back out before it was too late. 

“Hey…We don’t have to…” You reminded him gently.

But god he wanted to.

“Hand me the pen.” 

It’s rough at first. The two of you cramped on the cot he used to sleep on with only a thin blanket that provided almost no warmth. You lived out of suitcases. There was no furniture yet so the two of you ate dinners on the floor. You shared a bottle of cheap wine and laughed over your to-go containers of food. Your heart fluttered when he looked at you that way. Before you knew it he had pulled you onto your feet and asked you to dance with him.

It was full of stumbles and wheezes of laughter as he twirled you too quickly for the song that played from your phone. You stepped on his toes but he didn’t have time to feel the pain because you pressed your body into his and draped your arms around his shoulders. You beamed at him when his hands found your waist and he guided the two of you in a slow sway around the empty living room. Your hand slid up to the back of his neck and you pulled him down for a kiss that left you both breathless and needy.

Neither of you have ever felt so at home.

Now you went on Ikea dates, and you explained how a ‘sunflower yellow’ throw blanket would compliment the ‘cloud gray’ color of the couch. He thought he understood, but then he saw the variety of yellow throw blankets and realized they all looked the same. He picked one up and asked if you liked it, and you shook your head and told him it was more of a ‘daffodil yellow’. Never in his life did he think he would get a lecture in the middle of an Ikea about the differences between two shades of yellow that both had flower names.

Meanwhile, you were amazed that he didn’t seem to see the difference when he picked up a ‘goldenrod’ yellow blanket. The hopeful look on his face made you melt, so you told him it was perfect and you dropped it in your cart.

When you asked Marc what color scheme he wanted for the bathroom he was caught off guard. He didn’t know that people had color schemes for their bathrooms. According to you, coral was common. Teal was even more common. He pointed out a set of lilac towels with white accents and you said it was very ‘French countryside’ which he assumed was a good thing as you placed the set in the cart. 

As the two of you left the bath section you stopped suddenly, which caused Marc to crash into your back. You eyed a rack full of fuzzy gray bathrobes, and reached a hand out to feel how soft it was before you looked over your shoulder at Marc with pleading eyes. 

“No.”

“Why not?” You questioned as you stuck your bottom lip out in your signature pout.

The next thing he knew you beamed next to him as the clerk rang up the towels, blanket, and two of the fuzzy bathrobes. 

For most nights that summer you curled up with Marc on the couch and watched the Cubs game. You withheld the fact that you, and your entire family, were Cardinals fans (which also meant you had a St. Louis cap hidden under some extra blankets on the top shelf of the closet). You knew at some point you’d have to tell him, but at the moment you were content on letting him watch his favorite team while his head rested on your lap.

When there wasn’t a Cubs game to watch you made two cups of sleepytime tea before you cozied up in bed with Marc. The two of you would try to read before bed, but it would never last long. It was impossible to concentrate when you started to kiss his neck, or when you’d take the book from his hands and straddle his waist. Your lips tasted like spearmint, chamomile, and lemongrass when you kissed him.

“It was a boring book, anyways.” He sighed into your mouth, separating the kiss only so he could tug your shirt off of you.  “Don’t know how Steven reads that shit.”

There are moments, of course, that aren’t so pretty. Arguments that break out and lead to eating dinners in a cold silence that suffocated the both of you. Marc  always seemed to leave the table early, despite the rule he had requested that you always finish meals together. 

He had a tendency to try and push you away. For the most part you were able to tolerate it, you knew there were some things you didn’t know about him yet and you weren’t going to pressure him to talk about it.

You tried to sleep  on the couch those nights, cocooned in the  sunflower goldenrod colored blanket. He tried to sleep on the bed until he realized that he can’t sleep without you. He made his way into the living room, and you lifted your tear stained face to look at him. Guilt plagued his heart as soon as he caught sight of your red eyes. 

He sat on the edge of the coffee table and leaned towards you with his elbows digging into his thighs and his hands clasped together. He’s not great at apologies but he tried his best and you knew that. So you lift the blanket, invite him in, and he’s relieved because he can’t remember the last time someone forgave him. But you do. Every time.

It doesn’t take long before you’re writhing underneath him, the blanket and your clothes discarded on the floor. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and your nails dragging angry red lines down his back. The cold silence that once filled the flat was replaced by the heavenly sound of you chanting his name. Punctuating each whispered word of “I love you” with a rough thrust into you. 

In a way, Steven missed his old flat. Not that he regretted moving in somewhere with you, it’s just that there were a lot of memories tied to that dusty attic level flat he used to call home. Not all the memories were great, of course, but they were still memories. There were times in that flat where he was aware of just how lonely he was, so lonely that he talked to his one-finned best friend. There were other times when he enjoyed the quiet after having spent all day listening to Donna bitch at him. Then of course there was the time he was dragged out in cuffs by people who worked for Harrow. But it’s also where he had his first kiss with you, where he first told you he loved you, and where you spent long nights just talking about anything and everything with him. It was very bittersweet when he moved out.

Now, though, you woke him up early every morning for work. It was something he had grown used to. No longer having to depend on the alarm on his phone. You peppered kisses across his face, neck , and collar bones until he groggily lifted his head and wished you good morning.

You joined him in his morning showers and complained about the cold until he turned up the temperature so much that steam fogged the glass. You kissed the scratches that lingered on his back from the other night with Marc and muttered a shy apology. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your chest into his back. You claimed that somehow the water was still too cold for you.

It took him a while to catch on.

Eventually your lingering touches and the way you pressed against him clicked something in his brain. He pressed you against the steam frosted glass as his lips attacked whatever skin he could reach. He was intoxicated by the scent of your tea tree and peppermint body wash as he nipped and sucked dark marks onto your neck before he soothed it with his tongue. 

“Kinda defeats the point of a shower, doesn’t it?” You laughed. 

Afterwards he sat at the kitchen table and sipped on the cup of tea you made him. He’s wrapped in one of the fuzzy bathrobes you convinced Marc to buy. Damp curls rested on his forehead as he gazed down through his reading glasses at  his note cards for the tours he had to give at work that day. He kept getting distracted by the occasional flutter of the skirt on your sundress when you passed him. 

“Did you feed Tut, Cleo, and Osiris?” 

“Yes, dove.”

When you moved into the flat you convinced the boys to get a third goldfish for Jake, which he promptly named after the god of the underworld. The name suited the fish, considering the fact that the tank was decorated to look like the Duat.

Part of your morning  routine included watering the plants that needed it. The flat was filled with plants from peperomias to zamioculcas. Steven’s personal favorite was the peace lily. Which was, admittedly, a little biased because that was the plant he bought from you the day he met you. You had told him that the peace lily would help him sleep. He kept coming back to the garden center  because he loved listening to you talk. You’ve taught him a lot. Gardenia relieves anxiety, boston ferns remove toxins, jasmine soothes the body and mind, and pothos purifies the air. He believed you. Then again, he’d believe you if you told him the sky was purple.

Just when he thought you couldn’t possibly find room for another plant, you would come home from work with a new one. Not that it upset him. He was the last person who could judge you, given his growing collection of books. If anything, it made him happy to see you so happy that you had another plant. What made him happiest about it, though, was that you wanted him involved in your hobby.

You just adored how much Steven cared about the plants. He always helped you care for them, even repotted a few for you if they got too big for the ones they were in. He’d also have brief moments of panic if one of the plants became shriveled, thinking he had killed it. He always had the most heart broken look when he would show you the potted plant that he believed was gone forever. Then when you would explain that it just needed water or needed to be fed fertilizer, it would be the first time he ever heard of having to “feed” plants. 

Steven always walked you to work, even if it put him at risk for being late. He stole a kiss from you before you walked into the shop, your lips tasted like peppermint toothpaste and watermelon lip balm. He told you to have a good day before he turned and walked in the opposite direction to head to the museum. 

Steven would also always pick you up from work. He’d wait outside while you finished closing up. One particular night when he picked you up, you skipped out the doors with a shopping bag hidden behind your back as you beamed at him, a bit of potting soil smudged on your cheek.

“Got you something.”

Even though he tried to get you to show him the gift you got him, you made him wait until you got back to the flat. When you did finally get home you made him sit on the couch and close his eyes while you pulled the gift out of the bag.

You sat on his lap and facing him before you told him he could open his eyes. You hold up a white shirt with a small  green monstera leaf on it and the words ‘plant dad’ underneath it. Apparently your shop had started selling these shirts and you thought it was perfect for him. Then you told him it got even better. You reached into the bag again and pulled out a second one but it said ‘plant mom’. You usually found matching couples shirts to be a little too much, but these were your Achilles heel. 

Steven, on the other hand, loved that you thought of him when you saw the shirt. It showed in the way he smiled at you before he pulled you in for a kiss he’s been desperate for since you got home.

It wasn’t always so sweet when you came home, though. Sometimes you had a bad day at work and you’d be silent the entire way home, your head throbbing from the headache annoying customers had caused, and your body aching from lifting heavy bags of soil all day. 

These were the nights that all Steven cared about was taking care of you. He’d run you a bath with lavender bath soaks because he learned from you that the scent was soothing. He’d order your favorite food because neither of you really wanted to cook. But mostly he smothered you in kisses. His body tangled with yours as he placed small pecks  all across your face. He was only satisfied once he saw your smile and heard your laugh.

He would let you rant to him if you needed to. His hand would trail up and down your arm soothingly as he listened until you had no more frustration left in you. Or he would talk about his day if you didn’t want to talk about yours. You would lay on your stomach with your chin resting in your palm as he told you about the different tours he gave, or if Donna was particularly bitchy that day.

Eventually he would see the way your eyes drooped with exhaustion and he would convince you it was time to sleep. You’d lay your head on his chest and listen to his heart beat as his fingers combed through your hair. He whispered promises that tomorrow would be a better day and he’d tell you how much he loved you before sleep claimed your tired mind. 

Jake adjusted to domestic life the fastest.

There were very few constants in his life, and you were one of them. 

You don’t see him as much as you would like to, but when you do it’s as if he was never gone. 

One thing that Jake firmly believed in was cooking together. There was something about the laughter that flowed between the two of you and the gentle, grazing touches you shared when you passed each other in the small kitchen. It was usually during the ungodly hours of the night. He woke you up the same way you were coaxed to sleep, soft kisses sprinkled across your face until your eyes sleepily fluttered open.

“Do you want french toast?”

He enjoyed making breakfast with you because he hardly ever got to spend mornings with you. So the two of you made french toast in the middle of the night, complete with sliced kiwis, strawberries, maple syrup and powdered sugar. It was a rot-your-teeth type of sweetness that only you got to experience as you shared sticky, maple syrup flavored kisses under the flicker from the television. 

There are some nights, though, where you don’t see him at all. As if on autopilot, you would wake up in the middle of the night expecting to be tempted out of bed by the promise of sweet breakfast foods. Except all you would find is an empty bed and a note left for you on your side table that you were only supposed to see in the morning.

The note would explain where he was going, and when he would expect to come back from his mission. He would also ask you not to worry about him as he told you he would be fine. That didn’t stop you. You hardly slept when he was away. Your mind ran through all the possible what if’s during every hour of every day he was gone.

On the nights you expected him to return you didn’t sleep at all. You checked your phone every ten minutes as your heart thumped anxiously in your chest when the time he said he would be back drew closer. Then that time passed and dread settled in your mind. Your chest felt crushed, which made it impossible to breathe as a chill crawled slowly across your body. 

Jake would find you still awake, waiting for him, when he would finally come home several hours later than he said he would. Your head would snap up from where you were seated at the kitchen table and before he could so much as blink, you’re rushing to him. You cling to him as if he would disappear, a squeak of a sob would escape your lips as you buried your face in his shoulder.

He’d be quick to pull away just slightly as his hands found your face and he wiped the tears that flowed from your eyes. He whispered assurances that he was okay before you even asked, as your hands fisted the material of his shirt. He hated that he was the one that made you feel like this. 

“I’m okay, mi amor.”

You checked him everywhere for injuries, even though you knew Khonshu’s armor healed him. You had to check because your mind would not stop worrying if you didn’t. He let you, because he would do anything to soothe the worry that flooded your mind. He hated how tired you looked as you fretted over him. 

You wished he’d stop. That he’d tell the fossilized turkey to fuck off so you didn’t have to sit and worry that something had happened to Jake. 

Jake wished you’d realize that he does it so he could protect you, Marc, Steven, and everyone else.

But that conversation can be tabled for another time. 

For now he apologized with his head between your thighs. He pinned your hips to the bed as he coaxed the second third orgasm from you. You had  lost count at this point as they all seemed to blend together. Your head thrown back and fingers twisted in the white satin sheets as his name escaped your lips, breathless and needy. When he brought you down from your high he dotted kisses along both your thighs before he trailed them up your body. He kissed between the valley of your breasts, across your collar bones, along your neck, and on both of your cheeks before he finally met your lips. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his lips, and your hands fumbled for the waistline of his boxers. He stopped you before you could push them down, and mumbled onto your lips that he only wanted to take care of you tonight. Then he grinned.

“Do you want french toast?”

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Love Bites (MAIN Steven Grant x Jealous! Reader) SMUT!

Hi this is based from an ask from @dopeqff

Summary: You go to give Steven his lunch on his first day as a tour guide, which leads to some interesting following events.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected p i v (wrap it before you tap it), oral (m recieving), jealousy, insecure thoughts, biting (f giving), smutty steven (that's a warning ok?). MINORS DNI

Feel free to ask for more requests, I may not be able to get to them all immediately but I will eventually!

You considered yourself to be a pacifist. Believing that violence should be avoided until absolutely necessary, like life or death. 

However you were seriously considering cutting that woman's manicured hands off of her body if she didn’t get them off of your boyfriend. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t trust Steven (or Marc and Jake for that matter), you trusted them completely. It was just a darker, more feral, more insecure part of you that looked at that person's hands and wanted to tear them from his arm. You watched as she tried every trick in the book, fingers dancing along his arm, gasp you must work out a lot Steven, the fluttering of the eyes with a look that just says ‘notice me’,  god you could practically hear her. However, you were content to stay next to the gift shop in the museum, silently seething at the woman but supporting Steven on his first day as a tour guide for now. Your poor Steven probably didn’t even realize what was going on, he was too engrossed talking about the mummification process to notice the woman's (not really) subtle advances. You were about to take a walk to clear your head before you noticed how her eyes darted to his ass and bit her lip. 

You checked the clock and you thanked all the gods that it was around Steven’s lunch break time. However he hadn’t noticed since he was so involved in answering and giving thorough explanations to the seemingly never ending questions that the woman asked. 

Your low heels lightly clacked against the marble floor as you made your way to your curly haired vigilante. You were thankful you brought him his lunch that he probably didn’t even know he forgot. 

You got to him just before the woman could ask another question that she just didn’t care about. You lightly tapped Steven on the shoulder, hoping your face was light hiding your seething feelings. He paused as he turned to you, you could see his dark eyes light up and the smile that you were convinced could blind the sun god himself stretched over his face. 

“Darling,” Steven said, the woman beside him glared at you, you tried to pay her no mind. You held up the brown paper bag with the words “Steven with a V” written in his handwriting. 

“Couldn’t let you miss lunch again love,” You said in a light tone, you hand him the paper bag with a kiss on his cheek. You lingered there for a second, recuperating the glare the blonde woman behind him was giving you. You wanted to kiss him breathless in front of her, grab his ass as you glared at her with a silent message in your eyes. 

Mine

But you knew that Steven would probably blush profusely and get reprimanded on his first day, so you did what you could do. You were sweet, you were a silent storm, brewing. 

“Well now that you’re here, why don’t we both go to lunch?” Steven asked, his fingers playing with the paper bag slightly. His hands always needed something to do, whether that's playing with the strings on his jacket, solving a puzzle or…more pleasurable. 

“Sounds like a plan,” You look behind Steven, right at the woman who Steven by now has completely forgotten about and smile a sweet and subtle ‘fuck you’ smile. Steven was about to walk away when the woman stopped him, and he clearly was startled, after forgetting her. 

“Wait,” she said, god you hated her voice, it was too high pitched and nasally, “I still have a few questions regarding a thing we saw at the beginning of the tour.” 

“It’s ok,” Steven said pointing to the person taking his place during lunch, “Bob will be able to answer those questions,” He holds out his hand to shake hers, “I’m off, lovely meeting you Sarah.” 

You heard her slightly huff before you headed off towards the front doors to find somewhere to eat together. You were a few feet away from the museum when you heard Steven let out a chuckle. 

“What’s funny?” You asked curiously. 

“You,” Steven said, “I never thought I would live to see the day that I’d have someone getting jealous over somebody flirting with me.” His words shocked you. 

“Me! Jealous,” You asked incredulously and a little defensively, “what would I be jealous about. She was just clearly very interested in what you had to say that she simply couldn’t contain herself.” Steven responded by chuckling more. His deep voice rumbling in his chest, eye crinkling in amusement as he admires the embarrassed flush invades your face and gives you away. Usually you’re the one to catch him being jealous, not the other way around so this was a treat. And if he was being honest, it made him feel special, knowing that he could have that effect on you as well. However, while he adored the pout that was currently on your face that you were trying to hide, he loved your smiles and laughter far more. 

He grabbed your hand from your face, uncovering your blushing face. 

“Although I’m flattered,” He starts as he kisses your cheek, “jealousy doesn’t suit you, I like seeing you smile more.” He stops you and brings you to the side of the sidewalk, where a wall full of graffiti laid bare, he kisses your nose before finally bringing you for a sweet and tender kiss on your lips. His kiss was always soft, full of love and tenderness. It was like kissing a dream, beautiful and leaves you in a sort of cloudy gaze, barely remembering it until his lips were on yours again. You would have probably kissed more if it wasn’t for the resounding rumble of your stomach interrupting you, reminding you that while you brought lunch for Steven you had barely eaten today. You and Steven looked at each other before laughing, his hands in yours, you both searched for a place to eat together. 

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You laid in bed with Steven, you washed the sheets earlier that day and you had just gotten out of the shower so a fresh scent surrounded you. The only thing it was missing was him. 

Without him there thoughts of the day passed by, the woman from the museum still on your mind. You were so happy with Steven and Marc, and Jake. But you’ve been happy before, you’ve trusted before only to have it thrown back at your face. You start worrying that maybe you were misreading the situation, maybe you were harsh, maybe this is one of the good things that doesn't last and this is the beginning of the end. 

You were so caught up with your inner demons that you didn’t register your personal angel sliding into the freshly washed and dried sheets until you felt a hand cradle your face. 

“What’s going on in that mind of yours darling?” Steven asked, dark eyes unwavering. 

“Steven I-” 

“Darling what is it you always say to us?”

“Communication is key.” 

“Correct,” Steven said as his hand went from cradling your face to holding your hand, “so communicate darling, I’m all ears.” 

“I get scared sometimes,” You admit unable to say no to him, “today I have you. But tomorrow is never a given, I’m so scared that someday when I’ve let go completely that you’ll want nothing to do with me. That you’ll regret me and leave. I know this is rubbish, but I still worry. I also worry I may have been a little too harsh on Sarah from the gift shop today.” true to his word Steven lets you let it out. His eyes and ears never deviated once.

“It’s ok to get scared,” Steven starts, “I could say the same things too, I am the luckiest bastard today because I have you, but I can be the sorriest knob on the earth tomorrow if you decide I’m too broken to be loved. But while I have you, I plan on holding you, loving you, I plan on keeping that heart you gave me safe and warm, like how you are keeping mine.” Your eyes look away before he directs your attention back at him, “hey look at me,” his thumb ghosts over your cheeks, “I’m yours, nothing can change that.” 

You bring your face to his, your lips molding together like puzzle pieces, you just fit. Your hands cradle his face, before going to his scalp as you lift one leg and straddle him on the bed. Your hands gently massage the space between his ear and hair. You hear him moan as his large hands grip your hips firmly, tanned digits digging into soft flesh, as the kisses now become opened mouthed and breathing becomes ragged. 

Stevens hands move from their place on your waist and dance up your side before grabbing the hem of your nightshirt. He parts from you for just a second to which you respond with a slight wine, you open your eyes to see his midnight eyes asking silently, pleading really, to lift your shirt. You bite your lip as you nod, lifting your arms he practically tore the shirt from you. The bite of night air made goosebumps rise all over your skin, the mixture of the aroused look in your eyes and how your topless figure bathed in the moonlight left Steven absolutely breathless with love and lust. You could see his dark eyes darken as he drank you in, no matter how many times Steven has seen you he always got the same look as though he was looking at you for the first time. And that made you feel cherished. 

Steven’s mouth lowered itself on your left breast, nipple in mouth, sucking, biting, tugging. Dragging choked, and needy whimpers and moans from you as you clutch onto his dark, damp curls. Back arching into his mouth, while his left hand played with your right breast and his right hand kneading the flesh of your ass. All of this went straight to your core, feral need flooded you as your mouth lowered itself to his ear. You nibbled at the top of his ear, licked and tugged at the lower part. Which seemed to send Steven into a needy frenzy of his own, he could feel your hot breath in his ear, deep and seductive. 

“Let me touch you,” you whispered moaning in his ear as you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, “I need to touch you love please.” 

For you he would do anything. 

He stopped and excitedly got rid of the last shred of clothing separating your top halves together. Just as he was about to continue worshiping your breasts the way they deserved, you gently pushed him back, letting your hands roam around his toned body. Memorizing every detail. 

Every scar, every mole, every freckle and goosebump. 

You want to memorize it all. 

Your lips latch onto his neck, sucking and kissing your way down to his clavicle. His breathing gets more erratic as he is so hard he throbs, his hands dancing patterns onto your skin. Your kisses continue downward, you take a small detour to take his dark nipple in your mouth sucking before lightly biting. His back arched at the sensation, urging for more, begging. However you have other plans as your hands gently caress the outline of his cock through his sleep pants. Noting the slight wet spot right where you knew the head was, a mischievous smirk settled on your lips. Your kisses travel lower, and lower until you are at eye level with the decent sized bulge. Your eyes look up at the half lidded and sex addled eyes of your lover before kissing the tip through the pants. The groan was guttural and damn did that do wonders for your confidence. You’ve brought him here, to the point between saving and utter ruin. Your eyes ask a silent question and he nodds fervently, your hands reach the waistband of his pants and he lifts his hips. You pull them down until his cock sprang forward, slapping against his stomach. It made your mouth water as you pulled back the foreskin and gave the tip of it a kiss before enveloping him within your mouth. 

Steven swears as his fingers clutch the hair on your scalp in a tight grip as you bob your head up and down in a consistent and steady rhythm. Your tongue tracing the outline of the vein on the underside of his shaft. You look up and as you see Steven fall apart beneath you, his chest rising and falling erratically as you pick up your pace. You decide to get dangerous as you just barely let your teeth graze him. Suddenly you are pulled off of him, the salty taste of his precum lingering on your tongue as he mashes his pillow soft, kiss swollen lips against yours, nearly drawing blood. The kiss is all lust and teeth and tongue. His hands grab the flesh of your ass tightly, for sure leaving bruises in their wake. And you know you’ll wear those bruises on your ass like a badge of honor.  

As the kiss died down he pressed his sweat covered forehead against yours. 

“That was close,” Steven whispered breathlessly, “I would’ve made a mess if you had done that again.” 

“That good huh?” you joked just as breathless as him as he kissed you again, sweetly. The combination of the feral and lust blown kiss from earlier to the sweet and domestic kiss was enough for your mind to whirl. 

“Better than good,” Steven said, breaking away from the kiss, “but I want you to come before I do darling.” 

You suddenly felt full as Steven thrusted his hips upward connecting you together. The pleasure filled screamed that came out of you made you sure that tomorrow you will receive a noise complaint…again. 

Steven’s hands steadied you as you fell forward, your chest against his as he began thrusting upward. Bouncing you up and down his lower appendage. 

You could barely form a coherent sentence as Steven expertly rocked into you and hit consistently in that one goddamn spot that made you see white. It was difficult to believe that Steven was so awkward about sex before when he’s fucking you so damn good. Your sweat covered chest rubbing against his, his hands firmly on your and the sole attention you were receiving was all contributing to the tight coil forming in your belly. It only got tighter once his diligent and skilled fingers found the sensitive little bundle of nerves and started rubbing in lazy circles that you felt the coil get impossibly tight as you felt him throb inside you. 

“I’m not gonna last much longer my darling,” he confesses as his lips attack your neck, “you’re so tight, let go my darling cum for me.” 

At that you did, you felt the surge of mind blowing pleasure that you didn’t realize you bit harshly onto Stevens neck. However at the feeling of your teeth sinking into him and marking him he exploded, unable to keep rocking into you as his release leaked out of where you both were joined. 

You both stayed like that for a while, with you collapsed on top of him, gently kissing the mark you left on him as an apology. While he lovingly traced the outline of your spine and the red marks he knew will darken into bruises by morning. Both of you basked in each other's afterglow, not having the energy to move and nearly falling asleep. However Steven, the man who was always so attentive to your needs, knew you would be uncomfortable in a few hours if he didn’t clean you up. So reluctantly he removed himself from you with a wet plop, you groaned as you felt so empty without him. He kissed your temple and tried to remove himself from you, letting you know he was just gonna get a wet rag to clean you up with as well. 

You drifted in and out of sleep as you heard him in the bathroom over wetting the rag with warm water. 

He came back not a few minutes later with a warm wet rag and cleaned you up, although you were sensitive the warm wet rag was a welcome. After cleaning you up Steven disposed of the rag after cleaning himself up as well, he slid in next to you. His chin resting on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around your torso. 

“How in the bloody hell am I going to cover this love bite tomorrow.”

You fell asleep smiling proudly at yourself.

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Redjun. ♥️

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Aaaaaaaaahh Head empty only Lee Taeyong. Ngl why so little of him. Still gonna stream tho its a bop. Lucases and Taemins part is 💯.

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I created this before watching last episode expecting the worst. So I am so thankfull the last episode filled me with happiness even thou I wanted to fight Mil multiple times.

I really wanted to create something quick so here you have two gifs with crying tine. ✨ because he is baby