#Steven Grant x Teacher!Reader

[oddballwriter]

Extra Credit

Summary: You and Steven decide to do some roleplay in the bedroom.

Warnings: Teacher/student relationship ROLEPLAY. Roleplay kink/roleplay for sex. Gender, pronouns, and sex anatomy of the reader is not specified but they are the one doing the penetrating (you can envision it as a dick or a strap-on. Male/Character receiving penetration. Steven being a bottom. Praise kink (character receiving). Dom reader/Sub Steven. 

Author’s Snip: I was originally going to have the reader in the 'sub' roles for this but after someone gave me the idea to have Marc in the sub role for his part of the roleplay I decided that all three of them get to be the sub roles because they deserve to be submissive for once. I also was planning on having all three of the boys together but I decided that I'm going to give you all a treat and give you separate ones of the boys for this idea.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,614

Checking that your outfit and things are right you send Steven a text that you're ready and waiting on him. You hear a knock on the front door of the flat, you know that means that the scene has begun. You take a breath to get into character and walk your way to the door from the desk, opening it to reveal Steven.

"Hello, professor." Steven smiles, nervously standing. You sense that the nervousness is from having to keep to his role but treat it like it's part of the roleplay. "Hello, Steven," you greet with a warm smile, "Come on in. I'm glad you could make it," you say as you step aside to let him in. "Well, you know, it's a bit important," Steven says as he walks in and stands just inside the flat instead of going someplace more inside the flat. After all, this is 'your' place in this scenario. "That it is." you respond.

After a brief moment and a slightly awkward glance from Steven he finally speaks, "I'm very sorry to have to come to you in your own home. I know I'm meant to see you during your office hours." he states. "It's alright, Steven. Usually, I do have students talk to me outside of class during office hours only but I figured you would be a worthy exception," you claim. "Here," you place a hand on his lower back and gently guide him around, grabbing a chair from another spot and setting it next to, his, your desk, "Make yourself comfortable.".

Steven nods and sits down in the chair, your hand slides up from his back to his shoulder as he does so. "Would you like something to drink?" you ask, "Water, tea, coffee, a glass of wine maybe? You seem a bit tense." you list with a bit of a joke at the end. Steven gives a timid laugh and says no. You nod and move towards the desk chair to have a seat, in the process, your hand leaves Steven's shoulder which irks a micro reaction out of him that you ignore.

You pull up a fake grade sheet that you made for this role-play to pretend to look at and be fake disappointed by. You sigh, "I'll be honest with you Steven. Your grade doesn't look too good. You're just under the bar for a passing grade." you explain to him. "I know," Steven mumbles. "I want to say that I'm willing to round it up but it's low enough that that's not possible," you claim while giving him a pitying look. "You're a clever man and a very well-mannered student, Steven." you place a hand on his knee, "I hate to see you struggling so, especially so close to the end of the course," you mention.

"Is there anything I can do?" Steven asks before clearing his throat, "I need to pass this to get the credits in." he tells you with his little doe eyes. You notice him crossing his legs, something he does when he has an erection and wants to hide it but in the process he makes himself smaller. You move in closer.

"Do you think I could do something for extra credit? Something that could make it to the range where you can round it up, or... something?" Steven stammers. You can see the blush on his face and sense the heat radiating off his body by touching his thigh. You bite your lip and keep going. "I wish I could but I don't do extra credit, you know that," you say.

"Maybe you could make another exception for me," Steven suggests with a labored huff. You look at him, seeing his red blushed cheeks and seeing the look in his eyes. He's definitely becoming more comfortable with this judging by his stammering turning into the lightly pitch strained tone that he gets when he's turned on.

"Steven," you mutter, "You're awfully tense and warm." you say as you touch his forehead and chest, "Are you alright?" you fake your concern more and get up to get him some water.

"Are you sure I can't do anything to get you to give me some point?" he huffs abruptly as he leans into the touch a bit as it leaves.

You act like you just realized what he's getting at. "I don't think that would be right," you say making your tines more clearly faked as you say "Students and professors aren't supposed to be doing things together outside of the normal relationship they're meant to have.". You start to massage his shoulder a bit, your touch going from 'accidental' to teasing. Steven crosses his legs tighter, "I won't tell if you won't, professor.".

  It’s off to the races from there. A kiss turns into a sloppy one, into Steven grabbing at whatever he can on your body and you the same but also taking on leading him into standing up and stumbling around. Steven lets you lead the way to the bed but has dropped the part about not knowing the layout of the flat, which you don’t mind, wanting the same thing he does. 

  You lay Steven on the bed, on his back, bending over him, and stood between his legs so that he couldn’t close them. Your mouth moves from his lips to his neck to gently kiss and suck at certain spots as your hands paw and grip at his waist and hips, Steven letting out soft moans as you do so. “Are you sure you want to do this? I can just give you the points if you want to change your mind,” you whisper in his ear. “Keep going.” he pleads through a breath, gripping at the waist of your pants. “Don’t rush it, Steven. I’m not going to just take what I want.” you say as you lift your head to look at him, “I don’t want to hurt my favorite student after all, hm?” you hum. 

  More sloppy kisses are given before you carefully unbutton his shirt and then open the button of his pants, gliding your hands on his hot skin causing him to squirm. “You’re so sensitive.” you chuckle, “Are you always like this?” you ask, slowly coaxing his pants off as you talk. Steven nods, turning away to hide his face. You use one of your hands to make him look back at you, “Don’t be shy about it. It’s cute.” you coo. “It makes me wonder how sensitive it is inside of you.”, you push another kiss on the pulse of his neck and feel his heartbeat through his skin. 

  You get his pants and briefs off, revealing his aching cock, already collecting precum on the tip. Without much thought, you move down to lick it off which earns a loud whine from the poor Steven. You decide that you don’t want to torture him any longer and back away to get ready. After fumbling around and placing lube, you go back to being over him, lining up with Steven’s entrance. “Are you ready?” you ask, Steven nods and so you push into him slowly, “Just relax for me.” you direct. Very slowly, you push in and out of him letting him get used to the feeling. Soon his soft grunts turn back into moans. 

  “There you go.” you praise. 

  Steven covers his mouth to hide his moans as you speed up to a regular pace. “Why are you hiding your moans? I want to hear you,” you tease as you go in deeper, making Steven let out an audibly loud moan even with his hand muffling it. Steven takes his hand away to say “I don’t want anyone else to hear~” in a whine. You take to opportunity to catch his hand with yours while you thrust into him, pinning his wrists above his head and using one hand to keep them there while your other hand goes back to holding his hips steady. “They won’t care. They don’t need to know you’re getting fucked for a better grade.” you taunt. 

  As you keep going moans and loud whines fall out of Steven. You’re sure that at this point no one cares when you two have sex, probably having gotten used to tuning out the muffled sound of Steven getting it through the walls.  

  At a certain point, you both get more desperate, your thrusts get sloppier and Steven, now too preoccupied with the pleasure he’s receiving, is bucking his hips to try and get more by trying to move with you. The hand that was holding Steven’s wrists is gone but Steven doesn’t cover his mouth with them now. Now he digs his nails into your back for dear life as he tries to get to his release. “Keep going! Please~” he begs, “I’m close!” he claims. “ I know,” you reply, “I’m almost there too.”. 

  Steven starts to let out more high-pitched whines and arch his back, you just keep going, knowing that he’s getting ready to come. “Come on, Steven,” you pant, “Let it all out for me. Come for me like you want that grade.” you encourage. He takes your harsher near-climax thrusts.

  “You’re being such a good boy.” you praise.

  And like you snipped a rubber band, Steven’s body lets him come at your words. He rides it out while you thrust out your own and finish. Both of you are sweating panting messes snapping out of the daleriam you put yourselves in. 

After catching your breath you look back at Steven. “That was fun,” you comment as you kiss his cheek. “We should try this again sometime.”. Steven nods. 

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[romanarose]

Nice Job!

Steven Grant x fem!reader

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Summary: Steven had a praise kink

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), praise kink, being a silly goose

I mention "the kids" super duper vaguely as a reason to have stickers in a purse. In my head reader is a teacher bc i am XD but this can mean biological kids, nieces or nephews, little cousins, etc whatever you want!

quick smut below the cut

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"Feel so fucking good, Steven, my good boy, my Steven" You praise your boyfriend as you spready out for him on the couch, Steven worshiping at your shrine, paying his respects with the sacrifice of his own stimulation for the sake of your pleasure. He could jerk himself off if he wanted to, but he seemed unwilling to remove his fingers from your cunt and clit. Steven was a busy man.

"Steven, need you closer Steven, almost-oh fuck- almost there baby" You tug on his curls, drawing him impossibly closer into you, so much so you were certain he was going to suffocate between your pussy lips, but it didn't matter, not to him. It's how he'd want to go. When you cum you're bucking your cunt against him, fucking yourself on his early awaiting face. As he licked up every drop of your cum, you here him whining, a gentle whimper from his throat as he ate your though your orgasm.

"Good boy, such a good boy, my Steven, oooooh"

Letting go of his hair, you rest back on the couch, panting, only to find he's still licking between your folds, practically humping your leg, so desperate to please. You gentle nudge him back.

"Rest, baby, you did perfect, you deserve to rest."

With a soft smile, Steven rested his head on your thigh, still knelt between your legs, smiling up adoringly at you.

"You sound so beautiful when you cum, love"

You smile right back. "So do you, love" you tease his pet name to you, booping his nose,

"How did you know I came?" He asked with a curious grin and a joyful crinkle in his eyes.

"Laughing, you reply. "You always cum in your pants when you eat me out that intensely, pretty boy."

Steven beamed up at you at the praise. "Can't help it that you're this pretty, darling girl."

You pet Steven's hair, combing through the lush curls as he laid his head on you, massaging his scalp when you get an idea. Reaching into your purse, you pulled out the sticker pack you had gotten for the kids. You pick out a particular one, showing Steven the star that says, "Nice job!" and stick it on his forehead.

Looking up at you quizzically, Steven simply informs you. "You're a bit of an odd one, aren't you?"

But all you can do is smile at your precious boyfriend with his cum-soaked face, a bright yellow sticker on top.

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this one is for the girlies in the whorefully yours discord specifically @campingwiththecharmings and @whatthefishh who came up with this idea

I hope y’all liked bc I did this and finished Take Your Time today despite being sick

Don’t let this one flop 😂

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[soft-girl-musings]

Comedy of Errors (MK Spring Bingo #3)

Steven Grant x GN!Reader

cross-posted to ao3

tags: theater kid slander (affectionate), amateur references to Shakespeare, steven and reader teach high school, no use of y/n

wc: 1,341

fic summary: The course of true love never did run smooth. And neither does the play you watch unfold.

A/N: as a recovering theater kid, this was a fun one. enjoy!

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It's poor etiquette to laugh. Right?

How you ended up sitting in a high school theater on a Sunday afternoon, you have no idea. Well, that's not true: you never can say no to your favorite students. When they begged you to come to their closing matinee, you had no choice but to cough up the ticket money (with no faculty discount, to add insult to inconvenience).

So here you are, seated in the darkened auditorium, watching what could only be described as chaos unfold on your school's professional-grade thrust stage.

In the lobby you'd heard whispers of how last night's cast party had gotten a bit too rowdy, rendering a few upperclassmen unable to attend their final performance. It didn’t matter what circle you ran in at their age: you’d learned years ago that a “mysterious illness” following any high school party probably isn’t the flu.

Thankfully there were enough students to fill in the missing principal roles, but with only the morning to prepare, it’s a wonder they've gotten through each scene. Draped in ill-fitting costumes with scripts in hand, the students have tried their best to piece together one last staging of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. All you know about this play is that it’s a comedy, but you don’t think you’re supposed to laugh at every blunder and mishap.

(It’s very hard not to.)

Across the house you see Mr. Grant, one of the younger teachers on campus, whose face mirrors how you feel. He’s probably trying for a look of statuesque stoicism, but all he's managed to pull off is mild bewilderment.

You haven’t spoken to your coworker much– mainly because there’s rarely a moment where he’s without another colleague talking his ear off or hanging on every word of his (admittedly delicious) accent. He’s a newer hire, having come from London to teach a few history courses but was moved to the literature department the moment your principal saw the top of his resume. The modern education system, ladies and gentlemen.

The man is dressed to impress: black turtleneck under a sharp tweed ensemble, his usually wild curls tamed a bit as they grace his forehead, he certainly looks the part of a private school instructor. But there’s no denying the entirely unserious look on his face: he is one blunder away from losing his cool.

You don’t realize how long you’ve been staring until his bright brown eyes connect with yours. In an instant you understand why so many students doodle his name in the margins of their notebooks: his exasperated stare has you instantly weak.

–which is poor timing, given the scene unfolding onstage between you. An unrehearsed kiss goes wrong, and the two of you slap your hands over your mouths to subdue your laughter.

The rest of Act I goes the same way. You try to follow along, but every so often your eyes drift to Mr. Grant white-knuckling his way through the rough performance. When your eyes connect again (and again, and again) you both struggle to contain your laughter. Knowing that tears are likely stinging your colleague's eyes the same as yours makes you feel like less of an ass.

The curtain closes for intermission and you rest your head in your hands. How is this only half over?

“Bit of a rough watch, yeah?”

Your head snaps up– those brilliant brown eyes widen at your expression, now only one row of seats between the two of you.

“Mr. Grant–”

“Steven,” he says quickly, offering his hand. You take it and smile.

“Steven,” you begin again, giving your name in return. “I don’t mean to be rude, but aren’t some of these kids–”

“–in my Shakespearean Studies course? Quite a few, really.” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “But we’ve focused more on the historical tragedies. Don’t think a textbook can teach comedic timing.”

“Oh, I've laughed plenty.” You fidget with your program and look back to the stage. “At least they’re trying their best, I’m sure part of you is proud.”

Steven’s smile grows as he shakes his head. “I’ll be honest, it’s nice to know they’ve looked at the material for once.” He leans in. “Last week I asked them where the phrase ‘double, double, toil and trouble’ came from, and someone said Harry Potter.”

You laugh out loud for the first time all evening. It feels nice to not hide it. You miss how Steven takes in the sight of you, as well as his loss for words when you calm down.

“I have a confession to make,” you say hoarsely, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. “I have no idea what’s supposed to be happening. I’m lost as hell.”

“Maybe I could–” he trips over his words and his feet as he clambers around the seats to sit next to you. “Maybe I could help you out. Bit of an expert, myself. What they pay me for, and all–”

“Sure,” you stop him with a smile. “I’d like that.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and settles in. Pulling out a pair of reading glasses, he opens his program.

“Right. So, A Midsummer Night’s Dream…”

The rest of your intermission is spent receiving a crash-course in William Shakespeare. You’re amazed at how he spouts the most minute details about recurring symbolism, character motivations, and even the historical context of the play up until the lights dim and the show resumes. You squeeze his forearm to silently suggest taking a break, and he chokes down whatever factoid was about to tumble out next.

Maybe it’s because the students have found their footing. Maybe your mini-lecture has filled in the gaps so you can better follow along. Or maybe it’s the sight of Mr. Grant– Steven– sitting beside you, rapt attention on the stage as his readers slide down his nose each time he laughs and leans in to explain the joke, drawing closer and wafting his subtle cologne your way between still-too-loud whispers. Whatever the reason, you’re enjoying the second half of this show much more than the first.

The play draws to a close with a happy ending. One of the fae characters comes downstage to address the audience as the rest of the cast departs.

“If we shadows have offended,

Think but this and all is mended:

That you have but slumbered here

While these visions did appear…”

“Star pupil, that one,” Steven whispers once more. “Deserves every bit of the spotlight.”

You squeeze his arm again, this time not moving your hand or looking his way. You both take in the last words of the performance in dazed silence.

“...Give me your hands, if we be friends,

And Robin shall restore amends.”

With that, the fairy bows and the stage fades to black.

The audience erupts into applause as the cast returns onstage. You and Steven cheer and swap last-minute quips about the performance as the standing ovation thunders around you.

You exit the auditorium together and are immediately swarmed by a handful of students– some yours, some his– who eagerly await your feedback. You each congratulate the cast, getting them to sign your programs to commemorate the day.

Finally you’re able to break away and step into the brisk evening air.

“Well that was… something,” you laugh.

Steven grins as he fastens his coat. “‘Least they’ll be tuckered out in first period, yeah? Might get a bit of peace tomorrow morning.” He pulls something out of his pocket and hands it to you. “Sorry, don’t want you to leave that behind. Could be worth something someday.”

You take your folded program back from him. “Oh, I'm sure.”

With an awkward wave, Steven steps back. “Right. Well, see you around.”

“See you, Steven.”

You turn to head toward your car. As you walk, you unfold your program to see a new signature on the back page, followed by a phone number.

Let me know if you need any more Shakespeare translated. I’m fond of the love poems, myself ;)

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A/N: mk bingo has been a blast, i'm grateful for the chance to put these guys in Situations. that's one for each of em now. we'll see who gets attention next...

also, some inspiration was taken from this post (rip)

as always, ty for reading <3

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[wintersoldierslover]

my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series

dbf!bucky  -  brothers bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson - all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper

robin buckley - nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton

John B. - Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -   Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson - Druig

Eddie Brock - Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black - Remus Lupin 

James Potter - Poly!Marauders

Lily potter -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley - Fred Weasley

Severus Snape - Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam - aonung - lo’ak

rotxo - kiri - spider

jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey

tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster - Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams - Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller - Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake - Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -   Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay) -   Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit) -  James Maguire (Derby Girls)

Jake Peralta - Nick Miller  - Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish - AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can I request The Moonkinght boys with a Tall and Stoic Male History Teacher ?

Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and Jake Lockley x male reader

Headcanons

I’ve missed the moonboys, they still have a special place in my heart even though I’ve been mainly into DC lately.

You most likely met Steven first out of all of them, having to take your students on trips to the museum he works at. And at the end of the trips, they’re allowed to go into the giftshop, where you meet the cute clerk.

In the beginning its just small talk, until you learn how much he truly knows about Egyptology and the likes. And even though you rarely show any outward emotions, you listen closely when Steven infodumps about the subject.

I could imagine you visiting the museum quite regularly, with students of all ages, or to give speeches and the like. But you also start going on your own just to look at the things there and to talk to Steven.

If this takes place after the series then March and Jake are of course cautious about you, since your tall and show very few emotions, which means they cant really read you. Of course, Steven always defends you, since he’s so happy to finally have someone to talk too.

You end up able to pull some strings and get Steven to help guide your students around and talking about Egypt. Steven almost doesn’t believe you since its too good to be true, since all he’s ever wanted was to be a guide.

After his first time guiding your students around, you ask him out for coffee. Steven gladly accepts not thinking too deeply about it, until Marc tells him you asked him on a date.

The first date you guys go on is a little awkward but in an endearing way, since Steven has never been the one people focus on. It has always been Marc or Jake, and since he really likes you, he wants this date to go well.

He even gets you to crack a small laugh, which sends not only Stevens, but Marcs and Jakes hearts stuttering. Over time the other two have developed feelings for you as well, even though they’ve never interacted with you on their own.

When you guys start officially dating Steven is on a high for weeks after that, texting you about his day and planning dates for the two of you, with the help of Marc and Jake of course.

The first time you meet Marc or Jake is most likely an accident, or Steven has had a horrible day. Maybe Steven is so stressed one small mistake like breaking one of your cups has him retreating back into himself, pushing Marc to the front.

Marc isn’t used to interacting with you, and he tries to stay in the role of Steven since they don’t want to scare you off, but you’re an educated man so you notice the changes. After a while you ask him what’s truly wrong, looking at him with visible concern.

It takes some debating between Jake and Marc, but Marc ends up telling you the truth since its for the best. You’d figure it out one way or another, so its better they tell you when it’s up to them.

They expect you to react negatively, so they’re all surprised when you just accept it and thank them for telling you. They all get a little flustered when you ask them if there are boundaries or limits, or triggers you need to look out for. They’ve never really had someone care enough to want to make them comfortable like that.

After that your relationship with Steven continues on like before, but you also hang out with Jake and Marc every now and then. It takes even longer for Marc and Jakes feelings to come to the front, and its most likely with the help of Steven.

Like Steven kissing you and then pushing Jake to the front, or when your cuddling in bed he shoves Marc to the front. They’re both very embarrassed about having fallen for you two, so when they finally confess you just lean down and kiss them and welcome them with open arms.

You’re the smart one in the relationship, and they all abuse your height to reach things. Sure, they aren’t a short man, not at all, but why should they step on their tippytoes to reach something when your right there.

They also all enjoy pulling you down by your shirt when they want to kiss you, or using your tie to pull you down when they want to tease you.

All three of them also thrive off of making you smile since you are a very stoic person, so when they get you to smile just a little they can live off of that high for a while. They also try to find ways to make you laugh, even if its just a huff out the nose, it still counts.

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren't necessarily written and/or posted in April, but that's when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

The Recruit, Care, & Late Night Talking (Poe Dameron x F!Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie

when the sun came up you were looking at me (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @dameronalone

fwb (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Out of the Desert (cowboy!ace!Din Djarin x ace!Reader) - @softlyspector

kiss to the inner wrist (Din Djarin x Reader) - @softlyspector

Poe + Flirting in awkward situations (Poe Dameron x Force-Sensitive!Reader) - @dameronalone

Din + Tending to wounds (Din Djarin x Reader) - @dameronalone

better safe than sorry (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Moon Knight

🔥A Bit Dodgy (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Get Well Soon (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Sweet Requitement (Dormroom!Marc Spector x Reader) - @juneknight

Let Down Your Hair (Steven Grant x Muslim!Hijabi!Reader) - @welcometostayingawake

Merry, Happy (Steven Grant x Muslim!Reader) & Merry, Happy II (Moon Boys x Muslim!Reader) - @welcometostayingawake

Embrace (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Milk (Marc Spector x Reader) - @luc-k-y

Someone’s gonna light you up (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

Tell me your name (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) | Te amo (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

The letter (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

🔥Whatever you give (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

I'm Staying (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

🔥Feels Nice (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Blemish (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Upon reflection (Steven Grant x Reader) - @silversweetpea

🔥Personal Time (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

🔥Not a Doctor (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Marc + I'll carry you to bed (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @dameronalone

🔥Précis (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @360iris

The Last of Us

sweet, sweet sugar (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @unrefinedmusings

Code Red (Joel Miller x F!Reader) | (Joel's POV) - @softlyspector

Sweet Nothing: The Morning & Sweet Nothing: Mohawk (Joel Miller x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Bullseye (Joel Miller x Reader) - @softlyspector

Unplanned (Joel Miller x F!Teacher!Reader) - @softlyspector

🔥Failures (Joel Miller x F!Teacher!Reader) - @softlyspector

Triple Frontier

🔥Preciously Plump (Santiago Garcia x F!PlusSized!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Packing (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Over a Ledger (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Filled (Benny Miller x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Ex Machina

🔥It'll Be Fun (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional (another Choose Your Own Adventure story - cannot hype these enough fr)

In Pain (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

🔥Efficiency (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @writefightandflightclub

Belated (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Ebo (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Batman/The Dark Knight

🔥Vouyer!Bruce Wayne/Batman (cb!Bruce Wayne x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

Daredevil

🔥Pretty Boy (Matt Murdock x F!Reader) - @foli-vora

Narcos

The Sun Also Rises (Javier Peña x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥One Touch (Javier Peña x F!Reader) - @psychedelic-ink

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

[bitchyglitterfox]

Down Bad For Teacher - Professor!Steven Grant x F!Reader

Warnings: none really, just good old fashion fluff and smut! First smut I've written in a while.

A/n: this goes out to my wonderful friend @romanarose who gave me the idea! Also the discovery I used is an actual discovery that happened last month!

*****

You were currently taking notes, quickly writing as you listened to Dr. Grant explain his archeological adventures in Egypt. When the university had announced they would be hosting an Egyptology seminar led by your hero Dr. Steven Grant, you quickly jumped at the chance to hear him speak. 

"As you can see in these slides," Steven pauses, using his laser pointer to guide everyone's attention to the screen, "we discovered an ancient royal tomb. It dates back to the 18th dynasty. Could anyone tell me when the 18th dynasty had accused?" 

You stop your writing and quickly raise your hand, you raise your head and scan the room to see if anyone else has as well. Thanking the almighty God's above for allowing you to be the only one with your hand in the air. 

"Yes, you in the front row with the puffball pen." He calls upon you with the most beautiful smile.

"Yes, the 18th century occurred between 1550 BC and 1292 BC" you say while standing up and straightening out your outfit.

He gives you another award winning smile, "that is correct! Very good!" He thinks he's subtle with the way he is checking you out but you notice and it causes you to blush. 

The rest of the lecture goes on without a hitch. More students were speaking up and answering. As the seminar continued anytime you looked up, yours and Dr Grant's eyes would meet. Each time would make you blush. 

Once the seminar was finished you hung back and waited until everyone left before approaching him. 

"Hi, Dr. Grant, I don't mean to bother you but you've been my hero since I started uni," you say trying not to stutter or make a fool of yourself. 

"Why thank you darling," he stops shuffling his papers, "and who might you be?" 

"My name is Y/n L/n, I'm a fourth year archeology student with a focus in Egyptology'' you say very proudly. You've worked hard to get where you are at. Many nights spent alone working on papers, while your friends went out to party. 

"If you wouldn't mind, would you like to grab a coffee with me? We could go more in depth in the information you presented today? I'm sorry if I'm being really straight forward, I uh don't usually do this."

"I'd love to," he smiles.

****

You never thought you'd end up here after your little friendly coffee outing with the cute Dr. but here you are in bed as he continues to thrust his cock deep inside you, you can feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. 

"F-fuck Steven, right there. Oh fuck!" You moan out. 

"Oh bloody hell, your pussy was made for me love," he says before spitting on his fingers and rubbing slow but tight circles onto your clit, causing you to squeal with delight. 

You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten once more. 

This would be the third orgasm he'd pulled out of you. Once from his eating your cunt as if it was his last meal and the other when you had made it to the couch. 

You had just finished your coffee date, stveen had mentioned he had some books that went into more detail about the archeological digs he had been a part of. You had looked at all the books scattered around the rather large flat in awe. You were so lost in thought you didn't register that you said "wow i could just kiss you" when you noticed his blush and how his lips parted slightly. Within seconds his lips were on yours and he'd led you to the couch where he had you ride his thigh the wet stain on his trousers only for you to end up here on your way to your third orgasm of the night.

Steven moves his hand from your clit up your stomach and to your breast, tweaking your right nipple, causing you to arch your back in pleasure. You grip his forearm that's placed near your head. 

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Steven I feel you so deep, oh Gods I'm gonna come," your hand tightly grips the sheets tightly as you feel the coil snap. 

"Fuck love," his thrusts stop as you feel his cock twitch inside. Pleasure fills your senses as you scream out Steven's name as you feel him paint your insides with thick white ropes. 

After you both catch your breaths, he gently pulls out of you causing you to hiss from the emptiness.

He gently places a kiss against your lips and walks to the bathroom. You lean your head back against his pillows and and relax into his scent, he smells like balsam, vanilla and musk. A scent you could get lost into forever. 

When Steven returns with a warm wet rag, you lean up against his headboard as he begins to gently clean you up, being gentle with how sensitive you currently are, when he finishes he tosses the soiled rage into the hamper. 

He leans forward and places one hand against your cheek and kisses you once more. 

"I don't usually go around sleeping with students but you are something different, a good something else." he says smiling at you as a curl falls on his forehead.

"Well it's a good thing I'm not one of your students," you giggle, "I really enjoyed tonight and I hope this doesn't have to be a one time ordeal," biting your lip.

"It doesn't have to be if you don't want it to be love," he says, moving a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

"Good because I don't want it to be," you reply, pulling him back in for another kiss. 

[layla4567]

I'm just a librarian ✿ pt3

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: It seemed like a normal day like so many others, but soon you will realize that something went terribly wrong and the nightmare has just begun.

Warnings: attempted home invasion, a bit of anxiety/worry, course words (just "fuck") and Marc being rude

A/N: Finally Marc appears..

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

I got up early as always, I got out of bed dressing awkwardly even with my eyes closed. I wasn't going to have time to eat breakfast so on the way I bought a coffee and a croissant that I put in my mouth while jogging to work. I walked through the door greeting my usual friend who was looking at me with a tired face.

" 'Ello Selfmah, howfh youh dgoin?"-I said with my croissant in my mouth and waving with my free hand

"Did you know that talking with your mouth open is rude?"-she looked me accusingly like a teacher

I pouted taking the croissant out of my mouth and she looked at me rolling her eyes. Even though I bothered her, she loved me. As usual, I sat at my desk, accommodating some books that I had next to. As I touched the lid of one, a brown-eyed face flooded my mind. "History of Egypt". Steven… he's supposed to return the other books about Khonsu today. I was looking forward to seeing him, wait, looking forward to seeing him? Why was I so anxious to see him again? To see his dreamy eyes, to hear his tender laugh again. I shook my head to banish those thoughts, I couldn't fall in love, not now.

The minutes passed and several people entered the library but none of them was Steven. I had already finished my meager breakfast except for the coffee, which was a little less than half full. I was getting anxious so I got up and started walking around the room trying to find something to keep me distracted. I started sorting books that didn't need to be sorted, I even started sweeping a corner that had a bit of dust. I even started to annoy Selma by interrupting her to help her with something that clearly she could do on her own. Irritated, she spoke to me as courteously as she could.

"Y/n please calm down! I'm sure your Steven will come, be patient for god's sake"

I noticed that she accented the word "your" but I was too worried to get mad about it.

"Bu-but, what if something bad happened to him?"

Selma rubbed my arm with the intention of calming me down, something new for her since she doesn't like physical contact very much.

"Listen, Steven is a little distracted right? Maybe he forgot to bring you the books again and that doesn't mean something bad happened to him. Don't always think the worst."-she gave me a lopsided smile

I didn't feel so convinced but it was obvious that Selma made an effort to calm me down so I gave her the pleasure. I stopped looking for things to order and sat in my chair finishing my coffee. But the hours passed and no news from the British boy. It is true that he was forgetful but he did not usually take so long. The afternoon was falling and I was desperate, I was about to call the police or whatever when I saw him. He came in with his usual backpack and a white shirt with gray pants, but something was wrong, I realized as soon as I saw his face. He didn't look the same, he was frowning, he looked more serious than normal as if he didn't know how to smile. Even his always messy and curly hair now looked more combed and pulled back. He walked over to me and placed the books on my desk.

"Promised is debt, thank you"

That was it, not even a "hello" or a "how are you". Steven was very strange that day, I could even say that his voice sounded different, not only was it deeper but he even seemed to force his British accent as if he didn't know how to do it naturally.

"Hi Steven, are you ok? I was worried about you I thought you would not come"

I was surprised to hear those words from my mouth. If I wanted to hide the fact that I'm possibly starting to like Steven, I was doing it very badly.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry"

His words were meant to be warm and kind but the way he said it came off abrupt as if he wanted to keep me out of his business. That disappointed me. And what confirmed to me that something strange was happening with him that day was his look. And I wasn't just referring to the fact that he seemed angry, but that his eyes didn't have that playful, innocent glint they always did, they seemed…dull. That man was definitely not Steven.

"Well, you know you can count on me for whatever you want, do you need another book or-"

"I'm fine thanks, have a good day"

He left without saying anything else. Steven had interrupted me and left me speechless. I swallowed uncomfortable and intimidated. Why was he so rude today? Had something bothered him so much that he behaved like this? The worst thing was that he tried to be "nice" but failed pathetically. His courtesy words were forced and he said them just for that, out of courtesy. I was more worried than before

My friend approached me with a mocking smile.

"Well, he finally arrived. See? I told you that you had to be patient. Seems like he can't live without you"

She walked away bursting into exaggerated laughter but I was distracted and worried, with a frown I began to drum on the desk. I didn't understand what was going on but I wanted to find out. During the rest of the day I was very distracted and could not concentrate on my work. More than once I made a mistake with the book that my client requested and every time they spoke to me I seemed to be very far from there. At the end of the day the boss approached me seriously, that was a bad omen.

"Y/n can I talk to you for a second?"

With my heart in my hand, I answered yes.

"Today I notice you are very distracted, I don't know what it is or if you have a problem with your daily life but I have made a decision"

My palms were sweating as my heart rate increased, I prayed to all the gods I knew that he wouldn't fire me.

"Why don't you take a little vacation? Just a few days, what do you think? And then you could go back to work more quietly. You are honestly the best employee I have-Selma behind the boss opened her mouth as a sign of offense- and I would like your job performance not to drop".

The soul returned to my body and I breathed relieved. Thank you. To be honest I didn't expect that at all.

"Thanks for the suggestion, I think I'll follow your advice. Maybe I need a vacation after all"

The boss gave me a warm, fatherly smile and left. Selma who was behind him approached me suspicious

"I can't believe the boss said that you are the best employee"

We laughed to release the tension, we both knew she didn't mean it.

"Anyway, if you invite me to your vacations I don't get mad, huh?"

I shook my head laughing as I headed home. I left her talking to herself.

"Oh you know where I always wanted to go? Rome. Can you imagine visiting the coliseum or eating the pizza you want?-she stopped seeing the ceiling to see me walk away- Hey where are you going!? That is a no?"

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It was already getting dark and I returned to my apartment along the same path as always, through those cobbled streets that resounded with each step I took. But this time she wasn't as relaxed as the time before. I still couldn't stop thinking about what was happening to Steven. I continued walking deep in my thoughts and suddenly I remembered that strange figure that I had seen the night before. I looked distractedly towards the roofs of the houses but this time I didn't see anyone.

I went home exhausted and closed the door behind me. I took off my shoes, I had blisters from so much walking. I took off my clothes and put on my emerald green nightgown. I combed my hair that was now cascading past my shoulders. I didn't want to think about everything that happened so I decided to have dinner. The food was already prepared, I just had to heat it up. I sat down and ate without much desire, Steven's issue was bothering me, maybe after all a few days off would do me good. I was already yawning so I put the empty plate in the sink and decided to lie down to read a bit until I fell asleep. Reading was too exciting but little by little I felt like my eyelids were heavy and closed on their own.

Suddenly a noise woke me up, I didn't know that it was perhaps my book that fell to the ground with a clicking noise. But I heard it again, someone had knocked on my door. I woke up with a start, who could it be at that hour? I walked barefoot towards my door and when I opened it my surprise was even greater.

"Steven!!"

I opened the door a little more trying to articulate a word but he quickly entered without giving me time to protest and closed the door carefully, fearing that someone would follow him.

"Can you explain to me what the hell is goi-!?"

I couldn't say anything else because Steven covered my mouth with his big hand and pinned me against the wall. His body and his face were too close for my liking.

"Listen, some men are chasing me. I can't tell you why, I just need you to tell them I'm not here if they come knocking on the door. Now I will remove my hand from your mouth, but don't yell, understand?"

His whisper was threatening but his breath on my face tickled me. But instead his gaze was hard and cold as ice. He slowly freed myself from his grip and didn't yell but went along with it, speaking softly.

"But what the fuck?? Do you think you can enter my house just like that?! Tell me what is happening right now!"

He silenced me with a finger in his mouth.

"Calm down okay? I can't explain anything to you, yet"

I was about to retort furiously when a knock sounded on my door. It was them. He quickly hid in my closet without saying anything and I nervously opened my door to see who was calling. Two tall men with tanned complexions were looking at me with unfriendly faces. I feared for my life

"Excuse me for the interruption, miss, but haven't you seen a man a little shorter than us, middle-aged, dark brown hair around here?"

Their faces were still serious and I didn't like the way they addressed me with that attempt at kindness.

"N-no, why?"

I wanted to sound confident but the words came out weakly in a stutter.

"It's nothing serious, don't panic. Let's just say that the man owes us a little money, he has debts to pay you know?"-he said with a forced smile

"Well he didn't come here, if I have news I'll let you know"

I was about to close the door when his hand firmly gripped the edge of the door. My body trembled

"Are you sure he wasn't here? Could we come by to confirm please?"

The strength of that man was intimidating, he was struggling to open the door while I was struggling to close it. He had advanced a foot about to enter my apartment. Scared and as I could grab the door with both hands and exclaimed

"I already told you that he is not here, good night!!"

I slammed the door shut and leaned my back against the wood recovering my breath. Steven came out of my closet slowly. I put an eye in the door lock to check that the men had left. They stood for a second trying to listen behind the door and then left.

"Thanks for not saying anything, I owe you one"

Oh now he thanks me. I was fed up, fed up and furious. Steven refused to tell me the truth and to top it off some thugs wanted to enter my house

"Stop it. I need you to tell me the truth, does it seem normal to you that two men who look like serial killers have knocked on my door? I'm tired of all this Steven.."

He looked at me with a tired look and sighed.

"I'm not Steven"

"What?.."

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Sorry for leaving you on hold, I was going to keep writing but I got tired lol

tag:@corpsebridenightamare

[alisonwritesimagines]

Teacher Love ~Steven Grant Imagine~

Requested by anonymous:

Steven Grant x gn reader, Steven being history professor (preferably in hs/middle school, he would be great with kids I just know it), reader showing up in his class, unannounced, Steven continuing to teach and at the end of the class, reader asks him out or tells him to get ready for some fancy suprise or something.

Summary: The students in the school you and Steven work at have a bet to see if you and Steven get together.

Author’s Note: For a limited time only, I'm accepting requests until January 30th!

Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them

Warnings: Fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of students, mentions of working at a school

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Do not repost this anywhere!

The students at the high school both you and Steven Grant worked at has always favored you both. And there were many reasons to why.

You were a great English teacher who always had some good jokes and understood that being a teen was rough. You also helped out each student and encouraged them to at least get a good or passing grade.

And there was Steven. A history teacher who had a devotion for mythology. Especially Egyptian mythology. But everyone loved how he taught them and how he was patient with them.

However, it wasn't until the students began to see you two eat in each other's rooms during lunch time. Rotating at least every week. Then they noticed how you two would always sit next to each other in every assembling and every pep rally they would go to. Then it finally came to when a group of students saw you both out at a bookstore together looking a little more friendly.

"I have a question," one of your students asked one day after school.

"Okay. What is it?" You asked, stopping your grading. You smiled up at your student as you looked at them.

"Are you and Mr. Grant a thing?" Your student asked.

"I'm sorry?" You asked confused.

"Sorry, it's just- You two always seem close and most of us would love to see you two get together. I mean, in a way, we ship you two," your student explains.

"Ship?"

"Yeah. Kinda like how most of us ship Gatsby and Nick in The Great Gatsby," your student explains further.

"Well, in all honesty, my personal life should remain personal to me," you tell your student.

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright. Just remember that some people prefer to have their lives private for their own comfort," you tell them.

"Sorry. But also, can you take a look at my essay and see if I'm going in the right track?" Your student asked.

"Of course."

The next day, you told Steven about your interaction with your student. The two of you sat in your classroom as you both ate lunch together. Sometimes, you would make a little dessert for you both and sometimes, Steven would have lunch for you both to eat together.

"What does that mean? Ship? Isn't that a large boat?" Steven asked you.

"It is but I believe it's a slang now for the younger generation. It means that they like us together," you explain.

"Interesting," Steven said as he continued to eat his food.

"Yeah. But the students mean well right?" You asked.

"Yeah. Of course."

After work, you were with one of your other teacher friends as you two were helping each other get a plan ready for your next book assignments.

"So get this, our students ship me and Steven. Isn't that funny?" You asked.

"No. Because everyone can see it. You two really like each other," she tells you.

"What are you talking about?"

"We all see the way you two look at each other," she tells you.

"What do you mean?"

"You two are so oblivious. Look, remember when that one guy asked you out and you declined him?"

"Yes."

"Why did you decline him? It was very obvious he was into you and he was perfect."

"I just wasn't interested."

"Because he wasn't Steven. You know most of your conversations are about what you and Steven do," she mentions.

When you got home, you thought about on what she said. Did you like Steven but is oblivious to your feelings? You looked around at your apartment to see the things that you had out that were gifts from Steven. Your eyes widen in shock as you realized that you did like Steven.

Friday rolled around and you knew what you wanted to do. You didn't have a sixth period or a class before the school day ended. So you slipped into Steven's classroom where he was teaching about the aftermath of World War II. Steven looked at you before looking back at his students.

"Read pages 301 to 305 for a moment please," Steven said before walking over to you.

"Is everything okay?" Steven asked you.

"Yes. I was just wondering if I can watch you and your class till the end?" You asked.

"Of course. Do you want to sit at my desk?" Steven asked you.

"Yes. Thank you," you smiled.

You watched as Steven continue to teach until the bell rung. You waved at some of your students that you had in your class as they walked out of the room. Once you both were alone, you stood up from the table.

"What do I owe the pleasure?" Steven asked you.

"Well, Mr. Grant. I was hoping you can accompany me on a date tonight?" You asked.

"A-A date?" Steven asked in shock. He could feel his heart racing and he could feel himself grow slightly dizzy.

Steven couldn't believe that the person he had been falling in love with everyday, was asking him out on a date.

"Yes. I know this restaurant that has a good vegan menu selection," you tell him.

"I-I would live that," Steven tells you. You smiled at him before kissing his cheek.

"Dress semi-formal. We're going on a date after all," you tell him.

"Of course," Steven smiled happily at you.

Unknowingly, when you walked out of his classroom, your students were around the corner, trying to see if there was any difference after you walked out.

"They're definitely going on a date," one of the students said as they watched you walk away happily.

"Where do you think they're going?"

"Probably somewhere vegan. Remember, Mr. Grant's vegan," one of them pointed out.

"Should we follow them? I'm in the rooting-for-them bet pool and I could get about twenty bucks from ten people each," another student said.

"No. We'll find out on Monday. Come on. My mom's waiting in the car."

[itsss4t4n]

Who I write for /Rules

Masterlist

I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 18 now soo..) but I really wanna do it again.

So this is a list of characters/fandoms I write for as well as some rules for asks. Some things may be missing from this list so if you dont see something on this list, feel free to ask. :))

I will add a prompt list to this blog soon but again feel free to request other scenarious. Do add as much detail as you want to a request and please ALWAYS have at least some sort of prompt, as i'm really not good with coming up with storys on my own yet.

I WILL NOT DO SMUT SO DONT REQUEST IT! I might however do spicy stuff (Nothing more than making out tho).

My writing will be for all ages but please still be careful if the fic-warnings include sensitive topics and i might repost some 18+ things so be careful when navigating my blog.

Please be nice and have manners when requesting.

If you have any questions at all if i write for something, or if a topic you want me to write about is okay or not, please reach out through my asks or my inbox.

Also please include what gender/pronouns you want the reader to have (i write for all genders):)))

I write both romantic and platonic for all my characters. Although Teen!readers will always be platonic if the character is an adult.

I also write poly relationships. AUs are also totally on the table (big Fan of celebrity AUs).

Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher.

(Also english isnt my first language, and even know in my opinion i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)

Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-george Weasley

-lee jordan

-Charly weasley

-Bill weasley

-cedric diggory

-Fleur delacour

-olliver wood

-sirius black

-remus lupin

Marauders

-James potter

-sirius black

-remus lupin

-regulus black

-Evan rosier

-Barty crouch jr

-pandora lestrange

-lilly evans

-marlene mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

-Sebastian Sallow

-Ominus Gaunt

-Gareth Weasley

-Poppy Sweetings

-Imelda Reyes

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Emmet Cullen

-carlisle cullen

-esme cullen

-rosalie hale

-alice cullen

-sam uley

-Paul lahote

-charlie swan

-Leah clearwater

pjo

-Percy jackson

-Anabeth chase

-luke castellan

-clarrisse larue

-selena beauregard

-charles beckendorf

-ethan nakamura

-nico di anglo (no romantic fem readers)

-rachel elizabeth dare

-will solace (no romantic fem reader)

-travis stoll

-connor stoll

-hazel levesque (no romantic)

-jason grace

-leo valdez

-piper mclean

Magnus chase

-Magnus chase

-samirah al abbas ( no romantic)

-alex fierro

-blitzen

-hearthstone

-malory keen

-tj (thomas jefferson jr)

Kane chronicles (havent read it in a while so might be ooc)

-Carter kane

-sadie kane

-anubis

-walt stone

MCU (Avengers)

-bucky Barnes

-steve rogers

-tony stark

-sam wilson

-natasha romanoff

-yelena belova

-Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

-MJ

-Wanda maximof

-Piedro maximof

-Clint barton

-scott lang

-stephen strange

-kate bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

-peter quill

-gamora

Moonknight

-steven grant

-mark spector

-layla el-faouly

Daredevil (Season 1)

-matt murdock

-Foggy nelson

-Karen page

-James wesley

X-men universe

-Deadpool

-Weasly

-francis

-Xavier

-negasonic

-mystic

-Angel

-kurt

Venom

-Eddie Brock

DC

-Harley Quinn

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

Disney Descendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Carlos devil

-Jay

-Benjamin beast

-Chad charming

-Audrey rose

-jane

-lonnie

-Uma

-Harry hook

-Gil

Kingsmen

-Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

-Bette Whitlaw

-oren lennox

-shane madej (no romantic fem readers)

-June park

Jennifers Body

-Jennifer Check

-Colin gray

Ever after high

-all characters

Redacted Audios (no x reader, just ships)

-literally all characters

[the-hat0]

Angel

Description: What if the moonknight system had sweet and caring girlfriend who could do no harm? Only she may have let them slide numerous times on questionable behavior including the start of the relationship.

Warning ⚠️: Stalking, Smut, Manipulation. (Tell me if I need to add ones I didn't catch)

Marc Spector x f!readers x Steven Grant and Jake lockley.

Part two : here

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If innocence was really a person, it would be you. Every action, conviction, thought or even word was out of the purity of your heart. So much emotion of love and tenderness were displayed in everything thing you did. Which attracted your sweet lovers to you? Didn't it?

It all began with one man and then, BAM!

Your life is altered forever.

Your job is a substitute for a small elementary school in London. You loved your job, you were all the kid's favorite substitute teacher. I mean these five-year-olds went crazy just for you and to add the cherry on top of that you are taking your students to the museum for a history lesson on Egypt.

"Kids line up...Okay one, two three..that's all my students"

Your group bunched up with the rest of the other classes as the teachers and tour guides walked to the sections that were on the tour. This more than gave you enough time to roam around the museum. You look at exhibits until you found yourself in the gift shop.

You began looking around at the stuffed animals wondering which one the kids would love the most for the classroom. There was an Osiris, a Horus one and your hands grabbed the only one you hadn't heard about which was the God: Konshu.

"C-can I help you, ma'am?" A small meek startles you from behind. You quickly turn and your elbow knows over the display of plushies. You quickly get on the ground and pick them up so does the stranger. You hand him the konshu plushie, you just had in your hand and both of your eyes meet for the first time.

You both hold the plushie as you stare at each other like you are in a trance. You pull back your hair behind your ear out of habit. "I'm sorry about your display ...um...steven? Is that right? with a v?" You say with a small laugh which breaks the trance steven is in. "Yes...it is right...and the display is fine. It's my job anyways and your name is Y/n?" He says as he points at your name tag sticker, the ones that say my name is.

"Yes, it is," You say while giving your sweet signature smile at him. He looks at you as if he's never seen such a woman smile before. His eyes are wide and looking into yours like they are trying to find an answer to a question but all you can do is smile sweetly at this kind man.

Then his concentration snaps to a blond speed walking to the gift shop. She looks pissed at both of you. You look behind you to see what steven is staring at only see an angry face.

"Bollocks, let me clean these up before Donna chews my head off", he says to you and tears the plushie from your grasp. He picks up the other plushes and puts them back on the display that looks like a cargo box.

You grab the konshu one again and walk over to the cash register. Steven quickly walks over to the register and rings up your purchase.

"Thank you for buying something before I got my head bitten off". He says as he gives you a kind smile. You hand him your card, "is it your supervisor? Maybe I can explain what happened before she yells at you? Also you're welcome, my students are going to love this cute guy" You smile back at him but before he answers. A woman's voice cuts through, "Stephen, what in bloody hell were you doing? Did he scare you, ma'am?"

She asks him in a stern tone and then looks at you with utter concern and worry on her face. You immediately react to her, "Oh no ma'am, Your employee helped me pick up the display I accidentally dropped. I'm so sorry for causing a mess, have a wonderful day. I need to be on my way now" You quickly scurry to go find your class not paying attention to the eyes of your kind helper named Steven with a v.

One month later

Steven could only remember your first name but he was also good at remembering your school name on one of the backpacks of the students.

He began to stalk your school's page trying to find you in his spare time. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by his two headmates.

Steven, what are you doing? This is the fifth time you've visited the page within an hour. Goddamn, you meet one woman and you're a madman.

"You don't get it, Marc. She is just...special, mate. There's something about her...almost like attracting bees" Steven confesses to marc as he looks in the mirror. He goes back to look on his laptop for anything sign of a social, email, anything that would trace back to you but nothing pops up.

Well, whatever the hell this is. It's gotta stop, I'm not getting caught in your shit or going to jail.

Steven stops cyberstalking at the behest of Marc's words.

Another month goes by, Marc is fronting that day. He decided to relax at some bar. He is in the corner of the building so as not to be seen by others while he converses with the other two but you instantly spot him. You eagerly walk over to his table, "Steven...with a v?" You say with your smile plastered on your face. Marc looks at you and is stunned at your appearance, you may dress conservatively but your outfits always give you a good church girl kind of vibe. The doe eye look is what you could imagine.

He still doesn't say anything but watches your face heat up like a match. Your cheeks tint red as you tuck your hair behind your ear. "Well, here's my number...okay bye, yeah?" You set the piece of paper on his table and scurry on your way.

Marc understands what steven meant by the way bees are attracted to you. You wear yourself like a delicate handkerchief but your words and smile, are addictive like sugar cubes. Making everything and everyone sweeter as well.

Then his thoughts hit him, maybe he should've let steven front when you came up to the table? I mean poor steven was practically begging for the body but all marc could do was stare at you. Then a dangerous thought pops in his head, what if you had you his way and you were only his? Images of naked you take to the imagination when he gets home.

Now for the first time, he almost gets an idea of what you would feel like his fingertips, on his tip, and his lips. He imagines what you would look like nude, crying, and begging for his|

WOAH THERE MATE, You interested in Y/n now?!

Steven cuts in on Marc's fantasies of you. Which steven did have his eye on you first and the other two only caught glimpses of you that day and didn't say anything before about your presence.

Jake, tell Marc. I'm in the right, Jake??

Marc rolls his eyes and looks into the mirror where steven glares at him. "Listen, Steven, I'll make you a deal. I'll try to find her info and you try to get a date with her. Got it? " Marc cooly says as he pulls out the number you gave him.

...Deal.

Steven calls you immediately that day and you guys go on wonderful dates only thing is Marc is getting info on you so Steven knows what you like and don't like. Every tidbit of your life, Steven knows about but listens to talk about how you recall them and studies the little gestures your body makes.

Steven begins a new toxic trait in the matter of days the dates happen. Since the boys are still moon knight due to Jake. Marc gets the address to your small apartment, this is where a shrine in your honor is built. Crowning items of the shrine are a candle you love the smell of and your panties. Small nicknacks you wanted or touched, a photo of a movie date. Things the glorious Marc Spector stole for Steven's little shrine which has now become his as well.

Jake had yet to interact with the mess of his two headmates but the dates get better and better, so the day of will you be's or are we now's is today.

Steven fidgets with his jacket as you two sit on the bus ramp from your museum tour that lovely steven gave you. "Y/n ....we've been going on some really lovely dates....so what is the next step here, darling?" He stares into your eyes and you give him your smile. "I would love to be your girlfriend, Steven with a v" You let out a giggle as your lips meet his. You two feel like teenagers kissing on the bus ramp but Marc is getting greedy, he fronts for just a second and sucks onto your tongue tenderly. He pulls away and peppers your neck with kisses. You let out small moans that almost sound like whispers if you paid close attention.

You two board the bus and Steven/Marc guides you into his home. He sits on the bed in his as you sit in his lap, he continues to give your neck attention and goes up. All you do is stare at the decor and allow steven to make your body his.

"Darling? I need to tell you something about me.." Steven says with somewhat hesitation. He stops kissing your neck and you turn to him with soft eyes and he smiles kindly at you.

He pecks your lips as he explains his disorder to you. " I have DID, and my two other headmates are eager to meet, darling. Well...Marc does, I don't know about Jake" He continues to talk as you listen patiently. He never tells you that you met Marc that day at the bar out of revenge for his little fantasy about you.

After your intimate talk, Steven slowly undressed you. He slips off your cardigan first and then unbuttons your white collar shirt . Steven struggles with the buttons on your long Grey skirt until you help slip it off for him. All your clothes drop to the floor and make a plop sound as they do.

Then it's time to undress your undergarments as removes his clothes. Now both of you are in underwear, only now steven is struggling with the hook of your bra.

"Baby do you need help...?" You softly ask in a whispering tone. "N-no, I'm all good darling," Steven says as he finally unhooks it. The strap falls gracefully off your shoulder and you slightly turn to steven who becomes every turned on at the sight of that moment.

You take it off and throw it somewhere. You face the final boss who looks at your like you are not even real.

"Steven....make love to me," You say so softly that only it could be heard by you two if anyone was around and ...others. your cheeks turn that sweet red tint like that day at the forgotten bar marc was at.

Steven's eyes droop a little as if he is tipsy. You straddle his lap, he toys at your breasts that now have perked up. His thumbs fiddle with your nipple making you moan a little, it makes your toes curl at the sensation of Steven's mouth on your boob as he sucks on the nipple of your right breast. "S-steven..please." You whisper as the sensation of your sensitive nipples makes you cry out, then he lets go of your breast making a popping noise.

You lay on the bed as steven gets on his knees. He slides your panties to the side. He gently pulls your pussy towards him. He swipes his finger across your slit making you cry out and jerk back from the feeling. He contently smiles at you, "You're practically dripping for me, darling" His voice makes your pussy throb and all you can do is lay there.

Steven picks up your legs and put them over his shoulder. The thought begins to tease steven. What if he blew on your cunt? How would you react? But instead, he does something even more hysterical. He shoves his face into your cunt and begins to smell it. You cry out his name loudly as he continues to do it. All the feelings of his nose brushing against your clit, his breathing from him smelling. It all feels overwhelming but in the best way possible.

Stop fucking around and eat her out, Steven or I'll start taking control

He snaps out of the moment and put his mouth onto your cunt, he shoves his tongue in your tight home first making you cry out again and thrust into his face. Steven takes his tongue out of your tight hole, he begins to give your clit some much need love. Sending you over the edge even more, "S-steven wait ...I'm - " You try to talk as Steven sucks on your clit. Your orgasm reaches its height and your body trembles. Steven pulls away and takes off your underwear including his. He gently flips you over where your ass is up high for him. He grabs your hips and gently positioned himself, you gasp as he enters your cunt and immediately greets him clenching tightly. He moans out sensation. "It's okay, darling. Shh, shh just focus on your second orgasm." He says with such sweetness in his voice.

He softly thrust into you. Letting you adjust to his size but unsatisfied with the pace you rock your ass into him so that he goes faster. "F..faster....please" You attempt to speak out the words that sound broken in your mouth as steven gently hits your spot. You cry into the sheets as his pace fastens making you spiral into more pleasure.

You begin to clench your lover's dick with your walls and your legs shake with familiarity as the high steven told you to chase is coming. Steven throws one sharp thrust and you cum all over his dick. You squeeze his dick tightly making him pulsate and cum into you.

"Are you alright, darling?" Steven asks as he kisses your back. He takes out his dick and some of his cum spills out. He gets up quickly and proceeds to get a wet rag. He returns to bed to find you passed out from the overstimulation of tonight's sweet moment. He wipes you down there nonetheless and cleans up enough to where it's good enough.

Steven snuggles up next to you and nuzzles into your hair basking in your scent.

Five hours later , You wake to see steven is facing the other way in bed. You slowly get out and go into the kitchen. Only trying to find a cup, you fill up an empty clean glass and begin to tip toe about your bf's apartment. You look at everything and touch almost everything like some sort of five-year-old. Until you look in the closet and find a shrine ....your eyes widen as you step back in shock. As you walk backward you feel a tall figure behind you and Steven puts his hand over your mouth to stop you from yelling.

"Shh, baby girl, I know you're scared. It's okay, my name is Marc. Steven told you about me, didn't he?" He asks you and you slowly nod. He releases his hand from your mouth and you look back at the shrine. "Steven and...my little pity project.. he's so in love with you. Couldn't help himself from Stalking you". Marc says as walks over to it and turns off the fake candles so they don't die out.

Marc then scoots over on his knees to you. He looks so tired and small you think to yourself. Anyone would have run far far away from this, but that's not you. Any person would have said the red flags are there including a felony. Marc kisses your knees making you melt, you run your hair through his curls and fall for this man too. "Forgive us, baby. Please forgive Steven. I'll take all the blame, baby. Just stay" He states as his hand rummages upwards.

He is making you feel like God, giving his damnation before he even crossed the gates of heaven. "I...I forgive you...as long as you didn't hurt anyone, right?" You ask with hope in your heart that the new man you love isn't that bad. You place your hands through his curls as Marc is slowly unraveling all the clean steven did off of you.

But you're merely an angel. So sweet and forgiving in the name of love, you turned a blind eye to this so much.....

Time: 4:07 finished

Part two will be soon

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@certainchildmentality - •Imagine how funny would It be If BS got in trouble at school while the boys have seperate bodies and they get a call from school, so at the principal's office once they arrive the principal just goes "I frigging quit".

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A/N : just an angst chapter really

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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read, short but i worked hard on it :). let me know if i missed anything.

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you saw casper approaching the building, and like your prediction, he was walking quickly with a blank stare on his face.

you gave him a tight lipped smile and walked towards him so that you were standing face to face.

"are they watching us right now?" he whispers and you shake your head with a laugh.

"no, but if we don't go soon they might come looking" you say, so you both leave the building to go on your way to school.

"you know what today is right?" he asks you and you hum.

"no, what is it?"

"you finally get to take a form home, since you have your dads now" he tells you and you smile.

every year at your school your homeroom teacher would hand out these forms.

like with your guardians names and numbers on it in case of emergency.

you've never filled one out.

and you've always gotten made fun of for it.

"it'll be a nice change" you say, and casper nods.

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in your homeroom, which you've had the same teacher for four years now, placed you right next to that ferret boy she knew you didn't like.

you ignored him as he kept asking if you were going to deny a form, since you always did.

but this year, you finally took it to everyone's surprise.

"dude, she's almost 18, and she just now got adopted?" some girl in the front of the class said, whispering to her friends.

"who are you kidding? whoever it is will probably give her up. you know her history" another girl whispers back, and you pretend not to hear it.

"they're right you know" the blonde next to you smirks while you put your information on the paper.

when you don't answer, his smirk falls and he slams his hand on the desk.

"wait, is your father that freak with the cab service? what's his name.." he mutters to himself and you look over to him.

"they- he's not a freak" you defend and the blonde perks up in his seat.

"they? who's they?" he asks smugly. "i always knew there was something off. strange man, he is" he clicks his tongue while you feel your eye twitch.

"they are not strange" you grit out, close to raising your volume.

he seemed to be feeding off of it though, and took your paper off your desk to read it.

"wait.. why are there three people for father?" he asks in genuine curiosity.

you don't answer but glare at him instead, which makes his scoff.

"well are you going to answer?" he asks snootily as he slams your paper back down on your desk.

"they had d.i.d" you answer quietly and he hums.

"and i thought you couldn't get crazier" he mumbles.

your eye twitches again before you slam your hand on your desk, standing up as the whole room goes silent.

the blonde stands up too, making himself seem taller than he already is by looking down at you.

"both of you sit down!" your teacher exclaims at the both of you, so you shove the boy away from you to do so.

he gets angry at that and shoves you back, but out of your chair and onto the floor.

everyone already knew what was coming and the teacher just sighed, leaving the room to get reinforcements.

some kids had their cameras out, and the others were just watching intently.

you get up and rush towards the blonde, shoving him again, but before your senses could save you, you're back on the floor with him above you.

"you are such a freak! just like your 'dads'" he yells at you, so you push him to the side so you could get on top of him instead of the other way around.

the first thing you did was draw your arm back while he shielded his face, but you hit them away and punched him square in the jaw.

the students around the two of you gasped and some even laughed.

"they aren't freaks!" you shout at him, still hitting him while he tries to push you off of him.

"get off me! you're insane!" he yells, and you bring your fist back again, and it's almost like you blacked out.

students flooded in the large room, with their cameras out while a couple other teachers came in too.

when you came back to your senses, there was blood on your fists, the source being the blondes nose.

he had scratched at your face while trying to get you off of him, so there was some blood there too.

you were suddenly pulled off him, and you were about to push whoever it was off you but it was who it was that stopped you.

for some reason, casper must have come in along with some other people from other classes.

he must've known it was you.

you let him pull you away from the boy on the floor, who was getting help up from a teacher.

you refused to look at casper, worried he'd actually be scared of you now.

"that's right, get away you crazy piece of-"

"quiet! both of you to the office right now!" the teacher helping the boy up exclaims.

you take one glance at casper, then slowly get your bag, staining the straps with your bloody hands.

casper followed after you though, stopping you in the empty hallway by grabbing lightly at your elbow.

"are you okay?" he asks you and you sigh.

"i don't know" you shrug.

he lets go of your elbow to pull you into a hug. "come on, i'll walk you to the office but after that i have to go" he tells you and you nod again this shoulder.

you both walk to the main office, before you part ways with sad half smiles, the lady at the reception giving you a glare as you walked in.

you sat in one of the chairs, throwing your bag to the floor.

"huh, looks like you have an emergency contact this year. lucky you" the lady says sarcastically as your eyes widen.

you forgot about that.

your paper must have made it to the office in the time it took for them to break up the fight.

you knew how it would go now, one of your dads would have to come in and have a talk with your principal.

the blonde came in a couple minutes later, with what looked like his father.

his dad was almost an exact replica of him, except his hair was longer and he looked like he was dressed for a funeral.

he glared daggers into the side of your face, which made your senses almost sting in your ears.

the door opened again, and you looked to see marc, giving you a look as he came to sit in the chair next to you.

"what did you do?" he grits out, trying to keep his volume down.

"nothing" you respond and he scoffs.

"yeah, we'll see about that" he replies.

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"from the footage of many students, it looks like y/n is the one who started the fight" you principal explained.

he had taken both you and marc, then the blonde and his father into his office.

marc was standing behind you, a hand on your shoulder to keep you in your seat.

the other boys father was just pacing the room, like he owned the place.

"i say this on y/n's behalf when i say i'm sorry for her behavior" marc apologizes professionally, and you roll your eyes, sure that steven and jake could see it from wherever they were watching from.

"saying that you're sorry isn't enough" the blondes father starts, staring over at marc. "she put her filthy hands on my son, i could have her kicked out of school- hell, i could have her put back in that damn asylum" he shouts at the end of his sentence.

you take in a sharp breath while you feel your eyes fill up with tears, looking up at the man.

"crying? really?" he scoffs and marc furrows his brows.

"don't threaten my daughter" he says to him sternly with a sharp glare.

the principal clears his throat to get everyone's attention.

"the best we could do is out of school suspension, three days for y/n, one for-"

"thats bullshit" you cut him off, causing almost everyone in the room to go into shock.

"he started it-"

"i did not!"

"yes you did! you-"

"quiet!" the principal yells.

"what i said goes, so i recommend going home and thinking about your actions" he says, finalizing the situation.

you scoff and marc takes his hand off your shoulder to almost pull you up to your feet by the back of your shirt.

you left the building, going in a different direction to the car marc probably sped over to get here.

"get in the car" he tells you and you sigh before doing so.

he got in after you and started it, beginning your tense ride home.

after a couple minutes he decides to speak up. "what were you thinking? it's only like your fourth day there"

you blink once before answering. "i was defending you"

marc makes a face and shakes his head.

"i'm not lying, he called you crazy-"

"i don't care what he said, it's not okay to start fights" marc gets close to yelling, but knows he can't.

he's on the verge of shouting at you for two reasons, the first being that he's pissed at you, and the second is because he's pissed at himself for being pissed at you.

he doesn't want to be mad, but you did beat a kid already, and it was only like your fourth day at school after already missing two.

"but-"

"y/n, all three of us are disappointed in you, but i would like to hear what happened" steven says while marc focuses on not crashing the car.

"i was filling out my emergency contact papers and he took it from me when i actually filled it out" you start.

"he asked me why i had there of you put down as my dad so i told him you have d.i.d" you take a breath.

steven nods for you to continue in the rear view mirror.

"..he called you guys crazy. because of your d.i.d, but you're not, you guys are normal and i just can't stand him"

"it's one thing to call me crazy but don't bring my family into it, you don't know them" you say more to yourself than steven.

he hums before speaking.

"your heart was in the right place"

"your actions however- kid you got suspended" marc finishes for steven.

you look down at your shoes and furrow your brows.

"i'm not sorry though, he deserved it"

you swore you could hear marc grind his teeth, keeping back from possibly snapping at you.

"you're lucky layla got a mission from taweret" marc mumbles and you scoff.

"i bet she would be on my side" you reply.

"you know what? not another word out do you until we get home" marc closes the conversation and you move to lean on the window.

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marc walked ahead of you with a hand around your forearm, making sure you wouldn't run off and hide somewhere.

"sit down at the table" marc says to you, so you put your bag down on the ground to stomp over to the table, sitting down and crossing your arms.

marc sits across from you and makes eye contact before staring his rant.

"first of all, you're grounded. one week, no phone, no having casper over- nothing" you let out a shaky breath at his stern voice, never really hearing him this serious directed at you before.

"that's not fair, i was defending you" you cut him off before he started again.

"it's not fair? y/n you gave that kid a bloody nose"

"he has a point darling, you can't go hitting people there's other ways to solve things" steven says to you, yet marc refused to let anyone else front.

jake stayed quiet, knowing he would only make things worse with what he had to say.

"so give me your phone" marc holds his hand out but you stay still as a statue.

he raises an eyebrow at you before shaking his head.

"now, give it" he says in a warning tone and you scoff before taking your phone out of your pocket and slamming it into his hand.

he pockets it without another word, and before he could even get anything out you get up out of your seat.

"hey i'm not done talking to you, sit back down"

"well i am" you reply, marc raising his eyebrows at you.

"fine, then go to your room" he starts. "and if you slam that door i'm taking it off the hinges!" he calls out after you as you speed-walk to your room, shutting the door as nicely as you could with the anger you had flooding your senses.

you felt tears building up in your eyes, so you sit down on your bed with your face in your hands.

"not fair" you mumble to yourself over and over, until you shoot up, sending a presence in the room.

it was khonshu, perched up on your dresser looking down at you, tears rolling down your face.

"i apologize for their behavior" he mocks, which makes you smile a tiny bit.

"i just don't understand why they can't see it from my perspective" you shake your head, wiping your face with your sleeve.

"they are angry that you got into a fight, but they are really just worried" khonshu offers his own perspective.

you don't say anything, just deciding to curl up on your bed and think.

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"oh my god, i was way too hard on her" marc mutters, staring into the mirror sitting on the kitchen table in front of him.

"marc it's fine, she just needs time to cool off" steven defends, but marc shakes his head.

"i just want her to be safe, and defending us from some jerk kid isn't helping"

"in my opinion, you did just fine" jake starts, shrugging. "i mean, look, she hit a kid"

"right, but i'm starting to see why" marc begins, getting up from his seat. "i need to go talk to her, you think she'll listen?" he asks the two.

steven nods with a small smile and jake shrugs.

marc heads over to your room and presses his ear against the door, hearing nothing he decides to open it slowly.

you were curled up up your bed, facing the door as you drew imaginary circles into your blanket below you.

marc sat down at the edge of your bed and waited until he rehearsed his words in his head enough.

"would you mind explaining the situation again?" he asks gently and you stop your motions, looking over to him.

"he asked why there were three names for my emergency contact" you sigh. "so i told him you guys have d.i.d, like you told me to if anyone asked"

marc nods to signal to keep talking.

"..he called you guys crazy. and insane. he was in my space too so i pushed him and then he pushed me.. and i'm sure you can guess what happens next" you explain.

marc puts a hand on your leg, rubbing his thumb in circles in a calming motion.

"i'm just upset you're already in trouble. it's the.. hitting. you can yell at him all you want, call him names if he pisses you off but don't go picking physical fights" he negotiates and you nod.

"i'm sorry" you mumble.

marc sighs. "it's okay, it's just that steven had something important to do today and we don't want to leave you here alone with khonshu" he groans.

you furrow your brows. "what does steven have to do?"

"i signed up for online classes at a university but i have an in person interview thing" steven explains for himself and you eyes widen, sitting up.

"i'm so sorry" you cover your mouth with your hand, feeling tears gather back up in your eyes.

"hey, it's okay, you apologized, nobodies mad at you" steven says while marc reaches an arm out to wrap around your waist, pulling you to him.

"i was only mad at first. you just need to think a bit before you act, okay?" marc asks and you nod against his shoulder.

"steven i'm sorry. i didn't know you were going to have an interview and now i fucked it up-"

"shh! you didn't ruin anything, you can just come with us" he shrugs from your mirror, which marc shakes his head to.

"no, she's still grounded"

"but it'll be like a business trip, she might actually learn something. it's in a museum anyways" steven shrugs.

jake chuckles in the background at the whole exchange.

"just take her with you, amigos" he says and marc sighs.

"fine" he sees you smile when he agrees. "looks like we're going on a field trip"

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A/N : yea so i worked so hard on this one, so i hope you like it

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[lunathebee]

Pairing: Marc Spector x  florist!fem!reader (with hints of Steven Grant x florist!fem!reader)

Warning: fluff, Steven and reader being sassy, me doing research and have to trust Google (again)

A/n: This is the second part to a fic I wrote lol, whewww, likes, reblogs and comments are much much appreciated

Summary: Steven and Marc working together like they're on a serious mission. The mission: making you fall for Marc.

Taglist: @eyelessfaces

PART 1 IS HERE

Marc wished Monday would just come soon so he could meet you, but now he wants to take that back. Steven has suggested that learning something about flowers would make it easier to start a conversation with you, but he said nothing about how hard it would be to learn them.

"Now Marc, can you tell me what this flower symbolizes?" Steven is a really good teacher, but Marc is definitely not the best student.

"I don't know Steven, it just looks like every other flower except it's purple!" Marc groans, feeling impatient

Why can't he just straight up walk up to you and say he wants to take you on a date? Why does he have to learn and remember all of these flower meanings and symbolism and whatever the hell Steven can think of?

Marc guesses it would be really cool if he could see your eyes light up and how surprised you would be if he could casually talk about flowers like he submerged himself in years of floriography, but in reality, that's not him, Steven is the one who does so.

Not that it will make Marc feel depressed or lose all hope of wooing you, he can do even better if he wants to, cmon, he vs Steven? The *sweet bubbly love-to-read British man* Steven?...

'fuck...' Marc thinks to himself, he is not an easily jealous man but Steven clearly has the upper hand in this situation. Insecurity is a deadly disease and Marc could feel it slowly creeping up inside him, squeezing his heart to the point where it was almost unbearable.

"Okay well maybe we can try-" Steven's voice was cut off when Marc suddenly stood up, making the chair let out a horrible squeak that made both of them cringe.

"No no no, I'm not learning it anymore! This is going to take forever, surely there must be another way. " Marc looks like a child that got kicked out of the candy store, all pouty and sad. On the other hand, Steven doesn't look so different either.

"Ugh...I think you're right Marc...oh oh! How about you go and talk to her like normal, and when Y/n asks about flowers, you can just look in the nearest mirror and repeat what I said! Oh blimey, I'm a bloody genius!" Steven seems really proud of his plan as he speaks at the speed of light, Marc hates to admit it, but he also thinks it's brilliant and very easy to go with too.

"That it! STEVEN, YOU'RE A GENIUS "

"I'm A GENIUSSSS"

And while Steven is still busy dancing out of happiness, Marc let out a relieved sigh, now he can proudly say that he really wants Monday to come soon.

===☾︎ ☾︎ ☾︎===

"Ah-chooo" You can't help but let out a sneeze, unsure if it is because of the pollen from the flowers or if someone just mentioned your name somewhere, but that won't stop you from opening your shop at 7 a.m. sharp like usual of course.

Well, the sneeze won't, but a man standing like a tree outside of your shop could.

"Hello....sir? "The shop is still not fully open yet, but if you're in a hurry for a bouquet, maybe I could help?" You speak out in an unsure way, not because you are scared, but because those brown eyes look very familiar.

When the man comes closer and Y/n can finally take a good look at him, her whole demeanor and facial expression change in a blink of eyes. "Oh Steven! Come in come in, you looking for roses again? The Hibiscus also just arrived yesterday, so you are in luck" You speak without looking at Marc, too busy setting up flowers in a vase until it is presentable.

"I....umm" The more Marc look at you, the more nervous he get, his palm start to get sweaty and it is worse when he can't even think of anything to speak.

While Marc is silently dying inside, too busy with his own thoughts, he hasn't noticed you have been staring at him like he is wearing the most ridiculous outfit ever, not to him, but to you of course.

'Since when did Steven get into jeans and jewelry chains? And the baseball cap and black t-shirt too...' Y/n recalls her closet encounter with Steven: he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with sneakers, had a death grip on the brown bag like his life depended on it, and on top of that, he had those puppy dog eyes!

Whoever is standing in front of Y/n is definitely not Steven, maybe she is wrong, but there is only one way to test it.

Without saying anything, you come up and slap Marc's butt like it's the most casual thing in humankind.

(the end)

(jk, i like leaving cliffhanger, i guess i will make a part 3 to this LMAOOO)

[jake-g-lockley]

The Light of My Knight | Moon Knight x Desi!Reader | Chapter 1: Lord of Dance

Parings: Steven Grant x femdesi!Reader Warnings: Talking about anxiety and stress, parental trauma, racism, colorism, is this angst? Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Translations will be at the bottom of the chapter xoxo, this is the first time in a long time that I have written something outside of academic writing and I really pushed my brain over the edge with this haha

Taglist: @brekkers-desigirl @wordacadabra @paymeinkash @ahookedheroespureheart Chapter 2

You slowly and groggily sit up, stretching your arms up and over your head, right hand still holding onto your whale plushie. Blindly, you grab around at your bedside table for your phone with your left hand, switch it on and realize that you were awake before your alarm went off.

“Wow, I guess that I am way too excited for my first day of work huh?” You muttered to yourself, trying to blink away the sleep from your eyes.

You knew that you couldn’t go back to sleep, so you swung yourself out of bed and had a quick wash-up, and started to tidy up your flat. As you cleaned, your mind began to wander back to your past, which was riddled with uncertainty.

Indian and Hindu history has always been a passion of yours. You’ve always wanted to be a historian, finally to be the person to share your culture and history instead of hearing it from some vellaikaaran who had only learnt it from the history books and never really experienced the culture. But they never understood, your parents, your toxic, traditional adhering parents. They never wanted you to be a historian, instead, they wanted you to be the normal daughter, the one who would be a doctor, lawyer, or accountant. They constantly brought up your failures, your mistakes.

You look up and you gaze at the mirror in front of you and you see flashes of the girl who your parents wanted you to be. As the tears flowed down your cheeks, you saw the person who wasn’t her parent's daughter, living alone in her flat in London, struggling to get jobs to keep said flat, and enough anxiety and stress to put down an elephant. You think back to all the times you were called ugly by your relatives, how they would put you down for your golden brown skin.

“You are never going to get married if you don’t lighten up that skin of yours.” your grand-aunt once said.

“Your parents are fools for letting you go out looking like this, like someone’s maid.” your other aunt would say.

Those words never left you, no matter how hard you scrubbed at your skin raw or how many at-home remedies you tried. You sob at the times where you were cat-called and thrown slurs at the restaurant that you worked at to get you through university.

You kept to yourself and never made any friends in university, you felt like a loser compared to all of the girls who had confidence levels higher than the Burj Khalifa. The bullies made you feel small, withdrawn and you had nowhere to go.

You were tired, so tired of everyone letting you know that you were not good enough.

As you blink away your tears, and you see yourself again, the you that you wanted people to see. The you who would sit with your great grandmother, your Acchi, for hours on end, listening to all of the tales, myths, legends and even the pain that was endured by your ancestors before you. Moving out of your parent's house and in with Acchi was probably the best decision you made in your adult life.

You were only 18, freshly kicked out of your home for wanting to pursue history and you had no one to help you. But Acchi was there and she insisted that you come and live with her in Chidambaram, Tamil Nadu, to learn her art. Acchi was a classical dance teacher, she taught Bharatanatyam.

You never knew that you could dance, your parents made you stay at home and learn multiple musical instruments as they noted your slightly plump frame. Despite your protests, Acchi never stopped teaching you. She had a heavenly singing voice that would help you feel lost in the stories that you were dancing to.

You danced till your lungs lost their breath, you danced till your legs were so sore that you could barely move them without feeling waves of pain, you danced till the trauma of your past dissipated and the sounds of your salangai mended your broken heart.

That was until it all stopped. One minute she was there and the next minute she was gone. You knew Acchi was getting old, but she was nimble and healthy and oh you wished that she would live forever. When she succumbed to old age, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You would sit at the temple for hours and hours, staring directly at the idol of Lord Shiva, begging Him silently to bring her back, to heal your misery. Until you felt it. You could never explain what happened that day. Something just told you to follow your gut, to remember everything that you have been taught.

The stories that your Acchi told you had ignited something that could never be extinguished and it burned through you like your lifeline. The gods who kept you alive and the dance that channeled energy that only you could justify. Now, 10 years later, you knew your path.

A weird form of clarity settled in and you felt some healing energy channeling through you. “Only you can write your own history Y/N. Today is the day that you prove everyone wrong and make your Acchi proud!” you muttered back at your tear-stained reflection. You wipe your eyes and step carefully towards your bathroom to get ready for your first day. ☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You stare up at the colossal British Museum in front of you and warmth spreads through your chest even with the cold winds cutting harshly into your delicate skin. You grab your coat closer, say a small prayer and stomp away towards the entrance. The museum was not fully open yet, only a few staff here and there and a man at the security desk giggling at something on his phone.

Suddenly, you spot the magnificent artifact. Standing on a pedestal a few feet away from you was the statue of Lord Siva as the Lord of Dance, Lord Nataraja. Tears threatened to accumulate in your eyes again and you stepped forwards, not noticed by the giggling man. Your eyes scanned the idol in front of you and you felt a small pang of pain. The British were famous for stealing artifacts from the countries that they colonized and now all of them are displayed at their national museum.

You bit your lip as your mind fumbled at the thoughts that were flowing around you. “You're not supposed to be here, you should be at home, in India.” you addressed the Lord in front of you in a whisper.

Talking to the gods directly like this is not a thing, but to you, it felt normal as you believed that god came from within you. Then you smiled slightly and said “Since you are here, I’d like to ask for a small favor.” you hesitate, thinking of how to word your next sentence.

“Please send me a sign that I’ll be safe and I’ll be okay.”

A slight shiver runs down your spine as you breathe in the cold air whooshing through the museum and suddenly, you felt that fire inside of you as you held your gaze straight at the idol, that feeling of home, security as well as passion danced around you. Without even thinking twice, you let it envelop you and you pressed your hands together in prayer and you closed your eyes bowing your head slightly. You didn’t know how long you stood there but then you heard the sweetest sound your brain had ever processed.

You thought you imagined it at first, and you kept your eyes closed but you lifted your head slightly. It was a voice, a soft beautiful voice coming from the direction of the idol before you. Then you furrowed your eyebrows, thinking hard. “Does Lord Nataraja speak with a British accent?” you muttered.

Then you heard it again, soft, welcoming. But then you felt the hand on your shoulder and your eyes flew open as realization dawned, bringing you out of your little trance. Your eyes met with the most beautiful brown baby doe eyes that were framed with long dark eyelashes and laced with worry. You gasped slightly, bringing your hand to your mouth as the person before you snatched his hand back quickly. You took a step back and you couldn't help but stare.

He was gorgeous. Nope, scratch that, he looked like a god, despite being clad in a wild patterned shirt, his pale, olive undertone skin glowing slightly under the soft twinkle of the display lights. His curls flopped lazily onto his forehead and his eyebrows were knitted together in a concerned manner. His cheekbones sat high on his face and it curved down to a magnificent jaw. Your eyes trailed down the hook of his nose and settled onto his lips which were moving ever so gracefully which made your heart skip a few beats. They looked soft, oh so soft.

His lips were moving.

He was talking to you.

“Heya, you alright?” his voice penetrated through your thoughts, still soft and welcoming but confused. You opened your mouth and blinked but couldn't get the words out of your voice box. Instead you nod as your eyes still scan the beautiful man, his hands clasped close to him, his shoulders rounded as he slouches slightly forward. Then suddenly, you catch his name tag in your gaze.

Steven.

Suddenly it all clicked as your brain started to fire up your neurons again. This was Steven Grant, the guy you were supposed to meet for your first day. You took a deep breath, realizing that you hadn’t been breathing and suddenly realized that you were acting like an absolute moron.

“Hi, there! Oh, you must be Steven, I’m Y/N, I’m so sorry for this, I should have waited for you at the front desk. I’m okay, just slightly overwhelmed by the morning rush, that's all!” you blurt out, earning a beaming smile from Steven.

Oh yea, this man is going to be the death of me.

“Oh, so you’re the newbie! Yea, I’m Steven. With a V! Welcome to the British Museum. So, what drew you to Lord Nataraja?” He asked enthusiastically, averting his eyes towards the statue. You weren’t expecting to be quizzed so early on but you answered anyway.

“Well, I’m a Hindu, a Shaivite, to be exact, and I’ve always prayed to Lord Nataraja. This statue is from the Chola period and it is made in my ancestral homeland, Tamil Nadu. He is in the ananda tandava position as the Lord of Dance, with Ganga flowing through his hair and Apasmara, the dwarfish demon of ignorance, under his right foot.” You say, before catching Steven’s eye again and stopping abruptly. He was grinning from ear to ear, a boyish smile, as kind and as warm as his voice was.

“Oh gods. I’m so sorry, I’m rambling aren’t I?” you say, slightly shrinking under Steven’s gaze.

“No, no you’re not!” He says chuckling slightly. “It's great to know that the people we’re hiring actually know what they’re talking about”

You return his smile. He seems like such a genuine person and radiated a form of happiness that you wanted to be engulfed in. “Come on then, let me show you where you’ll be working!” Steven says cheerfully as he beacons you towards the museum offices.

Oh, it’s going to be a long, long day, gods help me.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Translations for the Tamil words: - Vellaikaaran: white people - Acchi: Maternal Great-Grandmother - Chidambaram, Tamil Nadu: City and State in India - Bharatanatyam: Classical Indian Dance - Salangai: A musical anklet tied to the feet of classical Indian dancers - Ganga: Ganga is the personification of the river Ganges who is worshiped by Hindus as the goddess of purification and forgiveness.

Chapter 2

Reblogs are appreciated <3 love you all so so much *muah*

[campingwiththecharmings]

PART TWO (part one is here)

**please be sure to read any/all warnings attached to recommended fics prior to reading**

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Moon Knight

🔥cocktails (Jake Lockley x Shy!F!Reader) - @runa-falls

🔥house of balloons (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh

🔥Death to Dignity (Marc Spector x Reader) - @juneknight

🔥Heat (Alpha!Jake Lockley x Omega!F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Walk You Home (Steven Grant x Reader) - @writingsoftheloser

Boy Meets Cat, Boy Meets Girl (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Burn (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Museum Date (Marc Spector x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥Good Boy, Steven (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

The Lake (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Stitches (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Cry (Marc Spector x Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

🔥Praying for Love (Marc Spector x F!Stripper!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Cheat (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Bonfire Night (Uni!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

March the 9th (Marc Spector x Reader) - @ivystoryweaver

Comedy of Errors (Teacher!Steven Grant x Teacher!Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Salt & Pepper (Moon Boys x Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Perfect Find (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Sprinkles (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥What You Like (Marc Spector x F!Reader x Steven Grant) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Not Enough (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Stranger Danger (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Searching (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

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[l3m0ncyan]

New to Life | Chapter 9

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Hispanic!Teen! Reader

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Warning: angst (again)

Note: when y’all see -()-, play Cien Años by Pedro Infante. Gives you a better feel on the scene ;)

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You take a deep breath in and your eyes widen. When you lifted your head, you were met with a coughing fit from your throat. Smacking your chest with your hands to try to get the oxygen in your lungs moving again.

Squinting at how bright it is, you feel as if you're in a fever dream; neither it nor you feel real. Your muscles appear to be numb, but they are beginning to move again. It's chilly, which makes you want to hug yourself, especially since you were in 90-degree weather just a few minutes ago.

“Jesus! You ok Y/N?”

That voice sounds familiar. You turn your head to the left and notice someone from the past. It was one of your close friends from middle school. They looked just like how they did before. You gulp and stare at them confused on why they are there.

“How- what?” You try to regain your breathing.

They just smile and give a small laugh, “You fell asleep. We’re you up all night watching your senpai~”

Your entire body cringes. You really did try to bury all the embarrassing memories from your puberty years. All the incorrect Japanese pronunciations you and your friends attempted. You guys fetishized gay men in comic books and anime. You close your eyes, hoping to keep those thoughts at bay before ripping your brain out.

Speaking of which, you begin to turn your head around rapidly. You notice you are back at the same old spot where you and your old friend group would hang at during lunch. Sitting by you, we’re the rest of your them. All still looking like they did before.

"Anywho, last night I was watching Yuri on Ice, right? Man! When Yuri and Victor kissed I was scream-"

“How? We’re not- I graduated highschool, how am I back?” You look around to look for clues on why you’re there.

They each looked up at you as some ate chips or food from the school. They held a puzzled look.

“Man are you ok? Did you eat some of Justins edibles?” One asks with a joking tone.

You look down and realize you're not wearing the pants and green shirt Marc lent you. Instead, you were dressed entirely in burgundy oversized sweatpants and a hoodie. What happened to Marc? How about Steven?

That’s when the faint memory comes to you like a flood. You were shot by Harrow. You limped and fell onto Marc’s arms. Last thing you remember is just him saying to stay awake. Then it just faded black.

I died? You think to yourself and start to get up. This isn’t right. Wasn’t the afterlife supposed to be just clouds and sunshine? Not middle school of all places.

Before you can try to walk around to find where you were, the bell rings. That same bell that always told you it was time to go and endure lectures while you dealt with some of the most annoying people.

Your friends begin to pack up and one gestures you to come along as they see you stunned there.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late for history”

You blink and just nod, not questioning it. You follow them through the hallways and nostalgia just comes to you.

There’s the restrooms where you and your friends would die laughing. The spot where you guys would meet up in the mornings. Where you would hide as you and your group would spy on another as they had a romantic moment with their partner. Wrinkling your face, you feel the second hand embarrassment come again.

You notice some of the people are old classmates but notice how some of the teachers walking look way too familiar. As you walk past by one, you examine their face and see that they look like Donna. You may be going crazy but you know damn well that she wasn’t at all part of your middle school years.

Then comes another teacher, the girl who Steven stood up in their date. Again, she may be older than you but you know that she would not be a teacher in this time.

Continuing to tag along, your feet walk on their own as they begin to remember the route to your old history class. You and your friend walk in, heading straight to your seat. You take in the decorations and the way the desks are arranged. Just like how they looked 6 years ago.

She begins to gather her supplies while sitting next to you. You simply sit and look around. As you feel and smell the air, more memories begin to surface. You notice the kid who used to bully you all year in the corner of your eye. One example would be when he teased you about having a crush and then proceeded to tell them about you. However, he dropped out of high school and is now struggling as a want tobe rapper. The karma almost makes you laugh.

Staring at him for too long causes him to notice you and make a disgusted face. He jolts his body forward, as a way to scare you or that he’ll fight you. You roll your eyes and continue to look around. You forgot how childish kids from back then were, you wonder how they would react to seeing their past selves.

"Watch out, his girlfriend is coming" Your friend whispers to you. You furrow your eyes.

You hear a chair move and footsteps coming your way. Looking up, you see one of the kids friends coming up to you. The girl who had a crush on him which caused her to be the rudest and nastiest person. She was only stuck being his friend to try to win him over, which never happened. Instead, she lost all that friend group by highschool. Now she’s studying to be a nurse. Jeez do you feel bad for her future patients.

“Why the fuck are you staring?,” she says and then smirks, “Wait don’t tell me you have a crush on him!”

She begins to cover her mouth and gives her high-pitched laugh that always annoys you. You just stare in amusement. Noticing her features, she is still her young self. You look back at your body and see that you have accomplished puberty. Meaning you must be an 18-year-old among a bunch of 12 years olds. And no one cared, which leads to more speculation that you are not supposed to be there.

“Hello! I’m talking to you!” She snaps her fingers infront of you, “oh my god, why were you staring at me? Oh shit! Don’t tell me your a lesbian! You have a crush on me don’t you?!”

She continues to laugh and at this point you are trying to hard to not pull this girls hair. Being older, you should have an advantage on keeping her quiet at least. Remembering the rumors of how her dad was seen sleeping with her moms sister, you decided to use that.

“Girl are you okay? I know that your dad loves to keep it in the family, if you know what I mean” you whisper, “but you don’t gotta be a bitch about it”

This shit might be real cringy in the future or wouldn’t work but right now it might be the best someone hears as a roast in middle school.

She stands there in shock, “Fucking bitch” she says before stomping back to her seat.

You can hear how the guys are snickering and her telling them to shut up.

The door then opens and the teacher comes in. Expecting for the old 7th grade one to come in, instead you see a slouched man walk in with coffee in his hand. He’s wearing a cream cardigan and brown button up underneath with slacks.

“Alright how was lunch, gators?” A British accent comes out.

You shoot your eyes up to the front and see Steven smiling to the class. Everyone returns it and hear some respond back. He nods and prepares whatever it is on his desk for the lesson. You however are still in shock to see Steven in an environment like this.

“Todays agenda will be on Egypt. My favorite subject” he sighs dreamily.

You stand up instantly, “Steven! What the hell?”

Everyone in the class stares at you and whisper to each other. Your friend just looks at you weirdly and avoids their gaze at you.

Steven is caught off guard and clears his throat, “Now Y/N watch your language. Also it’s Mr.Grant, sit”

“No no no, you aren’t a middle school teacher, you are or well were a gift shopist”

The same girl from before chuckles, “Damn she’s a crackhead!”

There are a few laughs and Steven shakes his head, “G/N that wasn’t very nice. Y/N you seem tired, why don’t you head to the nurses office?”

He gestures outside and you see another face, Marc wearing security clothes. It seems like he came by to check out what the ruckus was all about. Seeing that you are the one disturbing the class, he gestures for you to come out. Seeing the two in the same place was weird but you quickly snap out of it.

“Oh come on! Don’t you see how you guys look the same?!” You point at Marc.

“I mean we are brothers…” Steven smiles.

The class yells a ‘what’ and begins questioning him, just like any would. Steven puts his hands up to try to quiet the class down. He says something but you can’t hear because Marc is pushing you out the door

You two walk through the hall with small steps being heard. The hallways are empty and all the classroom doors are closed, when usually there were some open. Once the door closed from your history class, everything was quiet. You looked over to Marc who was just staring straight ahead.

“Marc, you have to listen to me. You have DID and Steven is one of your alters. You had powers that came from a god named Khonshu!”

Marc shakes his head, “You probably have a fever or something”

“It’s true! We were in Cairo trying to find the tomb of Ammit!”

“Alright alright, how about you tell that to the nurse” he opens the door to the nurse's office and pushes you in.

Before you can turn to try to explain more to him, you are met with the door shutting in your face. You stand there trying to think of what to do next. Well, the only thing you can do is play along. Maybe it's a dream or something while Marc and Layla are trying to help you on the other side. Like those weird dreams people in comas get.

You turn to where the nurse's desk is and there are chairs lined up against the wall. On the opposite side, there are two doors that lead to the main office and the vice principal's office. Walking through the center, you notice that one of the kids sitting there.

However, they look older than the rest of the school. Pausing by them, they look up and your heart stops.

It was the guy who you saw at the alley that one night. He wore a hood and all his clothes were dark. His under eyes were dark and he seemed over everything.

"You. You gave me that fucking parasite thing!" You confront him. Walking to him in a stand off-ish way.

He furrows his eyebrows and scowls, "What are you talking about?"

"I tried to help you and all you did was cause me problems! If it weren't for you my parents wouldn't be-"

"Is there something wrong?" a feminine voice pops in from the corner.

Layla is standing to your right with a badge hanging around her neck. Her hair is tied back and she seems more, happy. She’s wearing a long grey cardigan and tight jeans.

"Layla! Please tell me you remember what happened!" Ignoring the guy sitting, you run toward her, "You were with Marc and me trying to find Ammits tomb, we were chased by mummy priests!"

She shakes her head, "Oh Y/N, I believe that was just a dream you had" she places her palm on your forehead.

You move her hand away, "It wasn't! I don't know what's going on, but I know that this," You wave your hands around the air to gesture to the school, "This isn't real, it's all fake!"

Layla pouts and places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it reassuring, "Y/N...I believe you need to see your counselor"

You stare at her and she notices your confusion. She then gestures to the left, a door where a sign hangs with the word 'counselor'. You look back at her for reassurance and she simply nods.

You take slow steps, mainly because you wonder who might be behind that door. Maybe Khonshu? You kinda chuckle at the thought of Khonshu listening to every kid's problems. Maybe even wearing cardigan like Layla and Steven did. Drinking coffee or eating salad for his lunch every time.

When you open the door, you see a desk with a comfortable chair in front of you. A bookcase with many books and small decor is located in the back. Nonetheless, you can identify small objects. When you look closer, you notice that some of them are statues of Egyptian gods, the same ones you used to stock in the gift shop. Aside from the decor, the counselor is nowhere to be seen.

Footsteps are then heard from behind, "Sorry, I went to get a donut from the cafeteria, the staff bought a few dozen for us. Well not the student but you know”

A man walks in and heads to his desk. You stand there in shock as you see the man who killed you. The one who was the cause of you and Steven having to be in Egypt all of a sudden. He has his grey hair that's slicked back while wearing a cardigan. Harrow takes a bite from the donut and looks at you with a smile.

Was he smiling because he knows he killed you? Or because he won?

You glared at him as you sank into the chair. He notices and slowly nods his head. Putting the food down, he dusts off any crumbs from his shirt and takes out a file from a drawer. He then takes out a pair of glasses and puts them on.

You take a glance at it and see your picture clipped onto the documents. On the said documents you can tell it has information on you but not precisely what since it's upside down.

“It’s nice to see you again L/N, but from the looks of it, you don’t seem to agree” he gives a small laugh.

You don't say anything and just stare at him. He takes in your silence and sighs.

"Y/N, I have noticed lately that you have been staying in this, fantasy world. And this fantasy world has taken up your mind that caused you to not be able to tell what is real and what is not," You don't say anything but just give him a scowl.

"Look, I know. I too feel like going into a world where I feel like I am a powerful...what is that one show you kids like?" He thinks and then snaps his fingers, "Tokyo ghoul! A ghoul creature with those tentacles, but that's not real Y/N. What was real, was when you used to be an excellent student and daughter-"

"What do you want? Why, why are you acting like I forgot that you shot me" You finally breathe out.

"Y/N I am only trying to help. I never shot you. If I did, you would probably be in the hospital and I in jail" he laughs.

"You think I'm stupid?" You stand up and lean your body on his desk using your arms as support, "You shot me out there! At the tomb, because you were trying to steal Ammits ushabti thing!"

"I see Mr. Grant's history lessons have been also feeding into your imagination...Y/N this has become rather worrying and I might have to-"

You slam your palms onto the table, "I am not crazy! I am not!" You begin to pull your hair.

"Right, Y/N I am saddened to say this but I will have to call your parents so we can come up with a...plan on ways to help you"

“No...you’re not doing anything until me and the others stop you"

You hear the door open and security Marc is standing there ready to take you away. You look around for an escape route but the room is too small to do anything. So the only plan is to push through Marc and run out.

Of course, Marc grabs you but you use what he taught you before to unlatch himself from you. Layla calls out to you but you ignore her calls and run through the door. You pause to look around where to go but see Marc marching to you.

You follow your feet's lead and turn your heel, beginning to runoff. Running through the corridors, you notice that there is no one else there despite the fact that you recall the number of people ditching or going to the restroom. Hearing Marc and Layla call out to you send your adrenaline skyrocketing. You notice a few Egyptian jars strewn about the halls as you run.

What? You think to yourself

You don't even know where you are running to but you are hoping that this dream ends with you waking up to the real Marc and Layla. Feeling your legs begin to burn, you look for any door near but there isn't any. You then realize that the hallways keep going and that usually you would have been met with a wing of classes.

You turn one corner and see a door. Hoping it's unlocked, which it is, you rush in and close it immediately. You crouch down to hide your silhouette from the small window. Taking in your surroundings, you see that you are inside the janitor's closet.

Hearing the voices of the fake Marc and Layla fading away, you decide to stand up cautiously. Looking through you see the coast is clear and you open the door.

Everything changes as you walk out. It's not the same walls you remember from middle school. It was now an all-white hall with brick walls and tiles on the floors. It is lit by fluorescent lights, which give the space a cold feel. This time, there were several doors leading to who knows where.

Although it looks creepy, you were actually happy. It meant that you didn't have to experience pubescent years again plus deal with being called crazy. Also this is a sign

You place your palms on your knees as you catch your breath. Practically laughing. Now you have to find out where you were and how to get back to the real world.

You begin to walk through the hall to where there are two wide doors. Pushing them open, you notice how in the second part there have dangling lanterns that are swaying side to side. Continuing to walk through, you see how there are rolling steel tables with white towels folded on top.

Instantly, you hear voices coming from the next part. Still paranoid about Harrow sending fake Marc and Layla, you carefully push the doors open.

Your gaze is drawn to a figure exiting a room with caution. It has dark brown curly hair and is dressed in a white sweatshirt and sweatpants. The way they're coming out makes you think of someone.

"Marc?" You say in a low tone.

He turns around and his eyes widen at the sight of you. He stands still for a minute, trying to comprehend if you're really the one standing there.

"Y/N?" he almost smiles with saying your name.

The two of you stand like that for a few seconds before another figure comes out with a black outfit this time and with timid language. He looks confused as to why Marc might have stopped.

"Is that..."

"Steven" Marc grins and gestures to Steven.

Steven turns to you and smiles widely, "Y/N?"

You don't think about what the next steps should be because all you want to do is hug them. Perhaps it's to ensure they're real or it could be that you really missed them. The ones who stood by your side when you were lost in a different country. You dash forward and practically leap into their arms. The two hug you tightly, scared that if they let you go, you would leave them again.

You two stay like that for a few seconds before you pull away. You glance from Marc to Steven, puzzlement finally hitting you.

“This is so weird,” you breathe out, “how?”

“I really dont have a reason” Marc shrugs.

“He just found me locked up in a sarcophagus. We’re you locked in one too?” Steven looks at you.

You shake your head, “Nah, I was actually back at my old middle school, it was weird. You were a history teacher, Marc was a security guard, Layla a nurse, and Harrow a…counselor?”

The two look baffled, “Harrow? The one who’s trying to end the world?” Marc asks.

You nod, “Yup, he wanted to send me away I think because I was crazy for imagining gods and curses”

“Ironic because it seems we are in a mental hospital” Steven looks around the hall.

Remembering you two were still there, you squeeze yours eyes trying to think, “Wait quick question, what happened after I was you know, shot?”

Marc breathes in, “Harrow and his men found us, Layla ran away luckily while I tried to distract them. But…”

“We we’re then shot by Harrow” Steven grimaces

“Which had you guys killed” You confirm.

The two nod and you stand there with a hand on your chin. If the three of you died, why were you in weird places? Especially a mental asylum? You weren’t all religious but wasn’t heaven supposed to be clouds and rainbows? Unless you did not go to heaven or hell but are now stuck in purgatory. Not a goal on your bucket list might you add.

“Then that means, we’re dead while Harrow is out there trying to kill everyone” You begin to panic.

Steven thins his lips and pats your back for reassurance. Marc shakes his head and looks to the opposite side of the hall.

“No, we are getting out of here. We aren’t staying dead,” Marc looks firmly at you and Steven, yet it feels like that last statement was directed more toward you.

He motioned for you two to follow him and he begins to take long strides while checking if it was safe to go. Steven sort of followed his movements but you just walked normally and checked around.

You three passed by an open room with another sarcophagus inside. There was a banging from inside, and it was shaking. Because it was standing, you were surprised that it didn't fall with the sudden movements.

“Any of you opening that?” You asked

“No”

“Don’t think so”

Taking that as a fair no, you guys continued to walk to the end of the hall where there was another steel table with towels. By the wall, we’re more white chairs lined on the wall. Most importantly there was another pair of big doors at the end.

When you see heavy footsteps approaching and a large shadow looming on the other side of the door, the three of you come to a halt. You stand guard, looking for any weapon you can use because you can't use your powers. The footsteps become increasingly close. As your anxiety grows, you can hear your heartbeat through your ears. You stand your ground between Marc and Steven, ready to fight anyone.

The doors swing open and out comes a hippo with gold circle on top of her head. She wears a dress with a blue beetle placed on her chest.

You three look up at her in shock, feeling your heart pounding. There’s a moment of silence before she raises her hand and waves.

“Hi!” She says cheerily

This immediately causes you three to scream in terror. You grab both Marc and Steven's arms and hug them tightly, hoping to keep the hippo at bay. As a result, the two lean on you for protection as well. You're all hugging for dear life at this point, like one of those cartoon characters.

-

Your screams continue and you notice that you are in a different place again. The screaming dies down and you see that you are back to the old counselor office, except Harrow is infront of you.

“Calm down. Y/N? Y/N. Your mind is spiraling out of control” He looks at you with concern.

You breathe in heavily, still trying to get a sense of how you ended back there.

“You keep coming back to being a student in middle school to a fantasy you have created where you are some hero’s sidekick in London. Plus some reason, make Ms.La Fouly, Mr.Grant, and Mr.Spector a parental figure…”

You squeeze your eyes and slowly open them to try to keep the pain in your head from growing. Looking at Harrow confused he continues on.

“Y/N, why is it you don’t accept your parents?”

You scoff, “Alright this is funny, really, but I gotta get going” you begin to stand up.

“Y/N were still not finished, please let me help you”

“Nah, you ain’t trying to help. You’re just pretending to be I don’t know,” you gesture your hand to him, “A counselor? Really?” You laugh.

“This is real Y/N I am not some villain made up in your head. I am just a man who rides the bus to get here and who tries to help young teens, like you, find yourself”

Shaking your head, you try to walk away.

“Please Y/N, we are close to making a breakthrough. Last time, you said something about a car ride?”

You breathe in and bite your cheek. To the corner of your eye, you see a cane appear next to the door. Eyeing it, you see a crocodile head on top, it was Harrows. Moving your hand close to it, you grab onto the stem and turn to Harrow.

“Hey, thanks. I really do feel very…counseled but uh, I really don’t like you” you walk closer to Harris and wind your arm back with the cane in hand.

The door opens and security comes in, holding you back while one tries to grab the cane from you.

“Let go! He’s going to kill everyone! Listen!” You screech but hear the electric sound of a taser.

Seconds later, you are met with a static feeling to your side and you fall down. Everything becoming blurry.

-

Your vision returns to normal, and instead of falling, you are now standing between Steven and Marc. Your screams subside, and you take a deep breath to try to comprehend what has just occurred.

“Oh shit, that was a real mind trip” you give a small laugh and hold your head. You let go of the men and take a few steps back.

Marc who is also trying to understand what happened, looks over to you “Did you go somewhere different too?”

“Yeah? I take it you did too” you begin to regain your breath.

“Are they always this intense?” The hippo asks Steven.

“Them? Uh well him almost every day. Her, not so much” he shrugs. He looks over to you to see if you are alright. All you do is just hold a thumbs up.

The hippo nods and then points to Steven and Marc, “Are you two like twins?”

“No” Marc counters but Steven doesn't, making Marc give a sigh.

She nods and then looks at you, “Are you their sister?”

You give a fake laugh, “Uh no. I’m actually a friendly neighbor of theirs"

“Ok, great. This really cleared this whole situation up for me” she smiles.

"Yeah, same here. I thought we were shot to death" Marc breathes out.

The hippo giggles, "Oh well this will really bake your noodle, but I am afraid you guys are actually quite dead"

You three stiffen up and stare at the hippo.

"Sorry what?" You smile awkwardly smile.

"I'm dead? Were dead?" Marc clears.

Steven stares into space in shock. You for an odd reason are taking it rather well; either it was due to the realization from earlier or you are going through shock.

"Actually I have..." she pauses and begins to pull out paper rolled together, "Hold on, it has been a minute since we've had a soul pass through here"

She unfolds the paper and reads off it, "Aha! Okay, here we go. Welcome, gentle traveler- Er well travelers" she corrects herself.

She starts to use hand movements to make the welcome seem grander.

"To the realm of the Duat"

Steven then blurts out, "Duat? The Egyptian underworld...this is Tawaret, goddess of women and children, and she is guiding us through our journey to the afterlife"

"The afterlife? This is our afterlife?" Marc asks and begins to walk around, trying to comprehend this is where he will stay for eternity.

"An afterlife. Not the afterlife. You would be surprised how many intersectional planes of untethered consciousness exist," She then gives a small gasp, "Like the Ancestral Plane. Oh! Just gorgeous"

"Wait, then why are we in a…"you take a second to look around, “mental ward?”

Tawaret snaps her fingers, "Actually I have cards about this hang on," she begins to flip through many cards, “Ahah! So since the Duat is something that the human mind can’t comprehend, you may perceive this realm as something more easily recognizable for you, a psych wards the first but hey, we can roll with it right?”

“Then why would we imagine this realm to be a psychiatric hospital?” Steven asks.

“Because we’re insane” Marc exhales, “we’re insane”. He begins to walk away slowly and begins to ramble on why they or he is insane.

“I mean a talking hippo and bird, you being out of my body, you being dead,” he points to you, “and now the afterlife right?”

“Marc?” Steven calls out to him.

You look at him as if he really did lost it. Maybe it was some sort of shock he was going through.

“Hey man, I don’t think we should wander off” you look back to Steven for guidance but he just apologizes to Tawaret for Marc’s actions. Sighing, you continue to stare at Marc as he begins to walk away.

“Oh man, Dr.Harrows right” Marc continues

“Dr Harrow?”

You tilt your head, “Was he a doctor for you?”

“Psychiatrist” Marc clears, “Ill prove to you guys right now that we are insane. I’ll open these doors and we will be back at the ward where no gods exist and Y/N is just away at college”

You look to Steven again, whispering how Marc has lost it.

“I feel conscious enough to know that I am definitely not part of your hallucinations dude” you cross your arms.

Marc ignores you and walks towards two set of doors, “Watch, there’ll be a bunch of patients and there’s Crowley probably about to yell-“

“Hey hey Marc, don’t go in there” You warn

“Marc? Marc” Steven gestures to Marc to stop.

Marc opens the door wide, “Bingo-ohh! Oh my god!”

You and Steven follow behind to see what stopped Marc.

Walking through the doors, you find yourself towards the front of a ship that is covered in wood planks. At the edges, there are tall poles that have those same orange lanterns hanging above. Infront of you, there is what seems to be a scale that has an Egyptian statue holding both plates. At the end of the boat, there is another statue of a god.

Aside from the ship, the sky is covered in purple toned clouds which hide a yellow tint sky. Instead of hearing waves crashing against the ship, you hear grains of sand crashing from the weight.

“I’m not crazy” Marc laughs in relief, “I’m dead, we’re dead”.

“I’m glad you aren’t, didn’t want to deal with that” you tease.

He looks over to you and his smile falls, realizing now that you too are dead. “Where did you say we’re going?” He looks over to Tawaret.

“We’re sailing to A’aru. To the field of Reeds, right Tawaret?” Steven asks her.

“Ah so he’s the smart one?” She smiles

You nod, “Yup, trust me. This guy knows more Egyptian facts than a history teacher”. You pat his back and he smiles. Pretty much taking it that you are somewhat proud and happy with it instead of embarrassed.

“Gladly appreciated then. Oh, well if your hearts balanced in life, then you will spend eternity in paradise. The Field of Reeds!” She smiles.

You nod and continue to look around the ship, avoiding the edge of course.

“But before we get there, I’ve just got to do a quick little…” she walks closer to Marc and Steven, plunging her hands into their chest.

You gasp as you hear squishing sounds before she pulls out two hearts. The hearts look like marble that were sculpted into that shape.

“Oh goody! It worked! Here was little old me worrying I’d blow your chest wide open” she smiles and walks down to the scale.

“Wait what?” The two say

“What’s she doing?” Marc’s eyes follow Tawaret.

“She’s weighing our hearts on the Scales of Justice and the feather of truth. Egyptians believed your heart was the sign of who you really were in life. If the scales balance by the time you end the journey, then your soul is allowed into the Field of Reeds”

“What if they don’t?” Marc asks.

“You get thrown overboard. Whoo!” She cheers and makes a gesture of you falling off, “You will then be dragged down by the dead into the Duat, where you’ll be frozen in sand forever”

She then looks over to you and smiles, “Oh right, let’s not forget you”

You back away, “Hey hey, not after you saying my chest might explode!”

Tawaret waves it off, “Oh you’ll be fine! I promise”

You hesitate for a second and take two steps towards her. Marc and Steven look at you both with worry.

Tawaret then puts a hand in your chest and you feel your breath stop. In your chest, you get a cold and airy sensation and is then stopped when she pulls out another white heart.

“See easy” she then takes it away.

Another scale then appears and Tawaret places your heart on it. It begins to go up and down, meaning you would wait to be balanced. You begin to feel your chest, thinking that you were left with a gaping hole. Fortunately you were fine.

The two men walk to the edge and you cautiously follow behind. You guys look down and see dunes of sand and rocks around. The thrashing of the grains of sand fill your ears.

“Oh ok, yeah uh if the boat to Mogarts scared me, this shit is freaking me out more” you step away and the boys do the same.

“It’s alright you won’t fall” Marc reassures you.

“Yeah, and if you trip, we’ll just catch you” Steven smiles and you smile back at them.

“I don’t care what this hippo says. There’s no way we’re ending up down there. And we’re not going to the Field of Reeds, either” Marc whispers to the both of you.

You pout, “Oh and here I wanted to go explore it. Have a sweet vacation” you sarcastically say. Unfortunately the boys don’t take it as a joke and stare at you.

Holding your hands up in surrender you reassure them, “Jokes! Just jokes”

“Right, well what are you proposing?” Steven gazes at Marc.

“If it comes to it…kill the hippo and steal the boat” Marc whispers even lower.

“What?!” You and Steven say.

“Um fellas?” Tawaret calls to you three.

Walking up, you see how Marc’s and Stevens scale is still trying to balance but this time there is a rusty sound coming from it.

“What? Why is it doing that? Why is it moving like that?” Steven inspects.

“I don’t know. I do not have a card for this” she gives an awkward laugh. She takes the hearts off the scales and notices the change, “It’s the hearts, they aren’t full. It’s like they each feel incomplete”

“What does that mean?” Marc crosses his arms.

“Without balanced Scales, the Duat will eventually claim your soul” she says seriously, “This boat contains all of a life’s memories. Now I don’t know what you two have been hiding, but my advice is get in there and show each other the truth. Balance your scales before we reach the Field of Reeds”

They nod and Steven looks over to you, “What about her? Is she alright at least?”

You look at Tawaret with hopeful eyes and she walks to your scales next. She sees how they almost seem balanced but they are moving slightly still. She looks at it confused and grabs your heart and sees the scale balance.

“What does that mean? Do I have a empty heart or something?” You ask, waiting for her answer.

Tawaret turns your heart at different angles and stops at an area, “It seems like, your heart has a crack”

You take a long blink with the news, “Excuse me what?”

“Hmm, if theirs are incomplete then that means you just need to fix it. Perhaps there are a few memories you decided to block out. Just get closure from them and soon you would be able to cross over” she smiles.

You slowly nod, “Wouldn’t Tumblr eat up the picture of my heart and what you said just now”. You look to the other two and they nod.

The three of you make your way back to where you came out of. The doors shut behind you and are now met with the long hallway from before.

“So how are we supposed to do this?” Marc walks down the hallway.

“Not sure…You think Laylas all right?” Steven asks.

“You really like her huh?” You smirk at him and he just gives you a blank stare, “I think she’s fine, she’s a strong woman”

“Knowing her, she’ll go on a suicide mission to stop Harrow herself”

“That means we better hurry, doesn’t it?” You nod to Stevens comment.

“Know what Layla would be all right with?”

“Don’t, just don’t say it”

“I’m just saying there is one hippo and three of us. And this ship can’t be that hard to steer”

“Marc, we are not about to have all the gods come after us just cause we killed their sweet hippo goddess” you look at him.

“Oh are you falling for her too?” Marc tilts his head.

“What? No! I’m just saying-What do you mean by too?” You feel your face heat up.

“You we’re quite fond with Hathor. Specifically her avatar” Steven backs up Marc.

“Oh you’re in on it too. But hey she’s a pretty lady and I can’t help it” you shrug.

Marc smirks, “Right, then you wouldn’t mind me telling her about your teenage crush on her when we get back to the living world?”

You turn to Marc and point a finger to him, “Spector, don’t make me tell Layla how you call out for her in your sleep”

Marc stays quiet and scoffs, “No I don’t…when have I ever?”

“Back at the hotel mate, I hear it even when I’m away” Steven teases.

“Oh you too huh? Don’t act like I haven’t forgotten about that kiss back there”

“That was unexpected, not gonna lie” you thin your lips.

Steven turns red and shakes his head, “Shouldn’t we be trying to cross over?” His voice going high pitched.

Marc and you realize, causing you three to stop.

“Oh yeah, so uh I guess,” you look to a door and notice a yellow light coming from within, “I’ll be going my way then”

Steven grabs your shoulder, “Wait shouldn’t we come with you?”

You look to him and Marc who wear a concerned expression. You gently smile, “I think I’ll be fine. Plus I don’t think you would want to see my cringy memories or you with me”

They hesitate but nod, letting go of your shoulder, Steven holds up his pinky finger.

“Promise me you’ll be safe and that together we will go back” you stare at his offer and then at him. He seems to be a bit serious even while smiling.

“Jeez, you make it sound like you won’t ever see me again” you laugh. You bring your pinky to Stevens and bend them together. From the corner of your eye, you see Marc standing awkwardly waiting for you to say something to him.

“Do you want to promise too?” You smirk.

He rolls his eyes but brings his pinky to you too. You two wrap your pinkies together.

“See you later” he smiles.

“Later”

You open the yellow lit door and wave to them as you enter.

-

Walking in, you notice how you are no longer in the white walled ward. Now, you are back to your middle school hall way. This time it is longer than it usually is and notice doors close together on either sides.

You walk down the hall and see how one doors window is showing a view of a memory. In this memory it is where you are talking to Steven while working back at the gift shop. Smiling at the memory, you continue on and see that on the opposite side, there is another memory of you and Marc eating a hawawshi.

Continuing on, you see a door open. A bit creeped out, you walk cautiously towards it and see a classroom. However the few desks are moved towards the sides to make a path through the room. At the front there is a white board with a teachers desk by it.

Catching your eye, you see that the walls are covered with many flyers. Stepping closer, you notice they aren’t flyers but past certificates and awards you received from elementary to highschool. Seeing them all together, it sets in that you really did get many.

You turn to the other side of the wall and notice old work from your school years with high scores. The ones that you notice more are the ones from kinder and such. The ones where you were tasked to draw or count the shapes. Remembering how easy life was back then.

“Man, do I wish I can go back”

You then notice one sheet marked with a red color, 11/30. It was a low score. You remember when your teacher showed it to your mother during conferences. Did it make your mother angry? Yes it did.

Even with all these high scores and achievements, this one thing she didn’t let slide. You look down and then hear a quiet chime. Turning to the sound you see how the scale from before is on the teachers desk.

Walking towards it, you grab your marble heart and see how on the crack, a glowing white piece filled the beginning of it. You still had more to go but now knowing what the goal was, it would be easy to get back to Marc and Steven.

Walking back out, you look for another door to go to. With the amount of doors, it feels like it’ll take forever but thankfully the ones you needed to go into made themselves obvious. At the end of the hall you notice another open door. Shrugging you decide to walk towards it.

Through it, you see how you are back in the living room of your house, the one where you spent your childhood. Nostalgia hit you so much with how the furniture was placed and the old decor. Even the smell was driving you to past memories. You look around and walk into the kitchen, there your mom is chopping vegetables to make lunch.

She looks younger and probably a bit happier. She had her hair tied in a low ponytail and she wore a blue striped shirt with cargo pants, while wearing sandals.

“Y/N! Ontas?” She called out.

Hearing small footsteps running in, a little girl runs through your body giggling. Your mother picks her up and kisses her cheek. The little girl giggles in return as her mother kisses spots that are ticklish.

“Ay mija, te ensuciaste” she smiles and wipes off whatever it is on the girls face.

The little girl then turns her face, there you notice it’s little you. You smile as you see her jump down and grab a juice box from a pack.

“Háblale a tus hermanas que me ayuden a cocinar” your small head nods at your mothers command and you run to your older siblings room.

Following behind, excited almost to see the old room where you used to hang out. To feel like a cool kid. Well before you were kicked out by the preteens.

“My mom says to help her cook” your voice being high pitched catches you off guard.

You never knew how your voice has changed until now.

Your older sister rolls her eyes and nods. You look more into the room and see the bright colors and the 2000s style decor.

Your child self however was not too interested on seeing the details and walked into your room that you shared with your parents. You only had bits and pieces of how it used to look but now it was all cleared up. You saw the old queen bed, the corner where you had your toy box, the box tv, and the old drawer filled with your clothes.

Tiny you walked over to your toys and pulled out two dolls. There she started to play with them, coming up with a whole scenario for them. Crouching down, you smile at how you had no care in the world. The only important thing to you was whether Clawdeen and Barbie would find the missing jewels.

The door opens to your mother grabbing her purse and changing out of her sandals. She looked over to younger you.

“Me falta ingredientes para el ceviche, voy a la tienda, quieres ir?” She asks you. You shake your head and lift your dolls.

She nods and says she’ll be right back. Hearing the car drive away, you continue on to play with your dolls. Soon enough, your oldest sister walks into the room.

“Hey, can you keep a secret?”

Younger you nods.

You start to remember, you don’t like where this is going.

“We’ll…I will be moving out and I got the house. Want to go see?” She grins at you.

Of course this excites you. Dropping everything, younger you nods and begins to grab her shoes. You follow behind the past you and your sister. Taking a better look at your older sister, you can see she has her belly growing. This was back when she was pregnant of your first nephew, you realize.

“Alright, remember, it’s a secret. So you can’t tell my mom” she places a finger on her lips.

This realization hits even more when you see the rest of your siblings getting ready. You shake your head automatically and back away, seeing yourself happy to see your older sister and nephews future home.

“Oh don’t go. Please, don’t go” you look at your younger self but she can’t hear.

Following behind your siblings, when you walk through the door, you are now at a different house. The house in which your sister moved into. Everything was still empty and there were a few boxes and furniture still waiting to be set up.

You see how younger you is running around with all the big space. Your parents house was small, and you remember always watching movies and shows where it showed a family in a big house. Fantasizing that you would get to experience having your own room. Being able to walk up and down the stairs. Especially imagining walking down to see your family sitting all together watching tv just like those tv shows did.

Hearing whispers from the corner, your attention on younger you is taken and you turn to where your two older sisters are talking.

“My mom can’t know” Your sister who was pregnant said, “She’s going freak out and I don’t know what she’ll do but she’ll try to keep me at the house”

You tilt your head, you don’t remember hearing them talk about this. Then again, you were just a kid who wanted to play in their imagination.

“Yeah don’t worry, we won’t say anything. Just make sure we get home before she comes back” Your other sister says.

You feel your self freeze up and your heart pound faster than it did before. The part from your memory was coming close, the one you didn’t like thinking about.

“You guys have to go now. Before she comes. Just go!” You look into your sisters eyes but she doesn’t notice your presence.

You breathe heavily and run your hand through your hair. At this point, you are having an anxiety attack. Closing your eyes, trying to imagine a different place, you open them to see that you are at the front yard of your parents house. You look around and see your mom standing outside, angrily watching as she sees you and your sisters come out of the car.

Your sisters don’t notice since their talking but once they turn their faces become grim. Younger you smiles, seeing that your mother is home. Running up to her for a hug, she shoves you back.

Your throat tightens as you see younger you look hurt as she stares back to your mother.

“Onde estaban?!” She yells at you three.

Your sister stares down, “Nomas fuimos a la tienda por algo…”

Your mom not believing it, looks at you, “Y tu? Me vas a mentir también?!” She harshly says.

Remembering how your sisters said to keep it a secret, you stay quiet for a second, “A-a la tienda…”

You stare at younger you afraid. You just want to go and pull her away. To scream at your mom to leave her alone. In your child self, you were thinking about your father coming to the rescue but he was working. Obviously, you never really got to see him since he always overworked himself. Leaving you and your sisters to deal with your mom.

Suddenly your mother grabs child you and drags her to the car. Hearing your sisters telling her to stop, your mother ignores them and pushes you into the passenger seat. She walks around the car and hops into the drivers seat.

“No, no, no. I ain’t doing this. No” you turn and run into the house.

-

The house is no longer one but now a classroom. This time, it was your old elementary classroom. More nostalgia comes through as you see the past school supplies laying around. Taking a moment to calm down, your attention is caught when seeing your old teacher sitting at her desk and infront of her is you and your mother. This time you are a bit older, probably 8 years old now.

Walking towards the three, you hear your teacher talking to your mother.

“Su hija está siendo bien en sus lecturas, pero en las matemáticas no tanto,” your teacher then pulls out a worksheet from a folder and slides it to you mother. On it, it shows many math problems and on the corner of the sheet is the numbers 11/30 with a red circle around it.

You mother doesn’t say anything and nods. Your teacher explains ways on how to help you understand the problems and how to work through them. She then hands her a stack of what seems to be practice problems.

After the conference ends, you follow behind your mother and younger you out the school. Walking to the car, you mother begins to talk.

“No entiendes esto?” She shows younger you the low scored sheet. All you do is shake your head.

“No…pero ando tratando-“

“Como es que no lo entiendes? Tu prima Jessica lo puede acer, a ella le dieron un certificado”

Younger you stays quiet and just looks down.

Well maybe it’s because she doesn’t have to stress out with shit from you every single second, you glare at your mother.

You and your mother step into the car and begin to drive away. You stand there as you see them leave. You roll your eyes and turn around.

-

This time it is night now. Loud music is blasting and you hear people laughing. You see many tables scattered with leftover food and a few bottles of beer around. Taking in the surroundings, you see that you are at your aunts old house.

Trying to figure out who the party is for, you walk around and see a table decorated with the name of that same cousin your mother compared you too. Everything decorated beautifully with candy and such scattered.

You groan, knowing damn well it’s a party for her birthday and with her getting an award your aunt made it a big deal that she decided to host a huge celebration because of it.

As everyone danced, in the corner of your eye, you see now 13 year old you sitting at a table. Away from everyone, just watching them with hatred. The way everyone was faking it. The way they hated each other but pretended to get along. You hated it.

You had a black jacket with a green shirt underneath. For pants you just had a normal pair of jeans on with sneakers. Back then, you never cared for parties which meant you didn’t pay much kind to your outfits.

The music is suddenly turned down and your aunt calls out to everyone, saying how she has a speech. Pre-teen you rolls her eyes as she has her arms crossed. People gather around her and your cousin, waiting for what the announcement will be. Fortunately, you are at a safe distance where you are away but can still hear what she will say.

“Hello! I’m glad everyone was able to come and share their time for my daughter,” she says with an accent, “Nomas quería darles gracias por venir y también para felicitar a mi hija. Es una niña muy inteligente, y estoy muy orgullosa por ella. Ella a ganado muchas certificados y premios, que más puede pedir una madre. La quiero!”

Everyone cheers, yelling praises to your cousin. You see past you look at your parents who are also part of the cheering crowd. Her expression falls and saddens. You’ve never seen them be so happy and proud of you. Instead that attention was going to your cousin. Someone who wasn’t even close to them.

You scowled and turned to your cousin, staring at how she and your aunt hugged each other tightly.

That scowl then fades and you frown. You would never admit this, but you did feel envious of them. Why did your cousin have that kind of relationship with her mother? It never seemed like she had to try to please her. Anything she did made her happy. Hell, it made your parents happy. To top it all off, her father comes in and gives her a hug, following with a “Te quiero”. There it was, something you never heard your father say to you.

Even after everything you did, your parents never did give you the attention you deserved.

When you tried, all your parents would do is just say a “Well done” and move on with their day. Anything you did, it never went noticed. You always wondered whether they even cared about your effort.

Someone walks to younger you and takes a seat by her. It’s an older man, with grey hair and wrinkled cheeks. Wearing a thick jacket and holding a cane.

Recognizing your grandfather, you walk closer to him and kneel down to him. Feeling tears trying to escape. You smile and reach out to feel his face but your hand goes through. You slowly pull your hand back and sigh.

“Hmm, estas la primera vez que los miro así de felices junto” he says rather amused.

Younger you turns to him and smiles, “Si, me sorprendió. No vas a ir a bailar?” You say with a teasing tone.

He scoffs and shakes his head, “Si voy, no me van a dejar. Van a tratar de obtener su herencia al mentir que me quieren”

Young you just nods and smiles, “Quien crees que no lo está fingiendo?”

Your grandfather takes a second to think and turns to you, “Tu”

“Porque?”

“He estado aquí en la tierra el tiempo suficiente para decirte quién solo está ahí para ti cuando necesitan algo y cuando alguien solo necesita alguien a su lado ”

You smile, remembering the quote that he told you that night, now using it everywhere you go. And that quote is probably what helped you befriend Steven. You were able to tell he was a person who just needed someone by his side, and it was true. He has never been happier. Even with Marc, all he did need was someone but he tried pushing them away. That was until you broke that cycle.

Remembering you were still in your memories, you looked around to try to leave. Perhaps it was enough to make your heart no longer broken.

Seeing a door open at your aunts house, you walked over to it and walked through. Ending up in your parents living room, the one of now, or technically from a few months ago.

-

Past you was sitting on the couch, your leg bouncing as you thought of how to break the news to your parents. Your mother and father walked in and sat on the couch, they both smiled as they waited for you to speak up. It was weird how they were more happy now than they were a few years ago. That’s what grandkids did, they became the parents you wished you had.

“Uh, tengo algo para decirles…” you twiddled your thumbs trying to get the confidence to tell them. To tell them that you were accepted to Kings College London. A college with nursing programs and such. How you were planning on moving out there, away from here.

“Una universidad en Londres me aceptó. Tiene un programa de enfermería y tiene buenas críticas”

You sense your parents tense up and look at each other.

“Estás asegura? No ay otros universidades con la misma programa aquí? Así que te puedes quedar en la casa” you mom says and looks to your father for support.

He stays quiet for a moment, “Que es la diferencia allá? Vas estar estudiando la misma cosa come acá. Una sobrina que tengo, estudia en uno en-“

You cut him off, not wanting to endure more comparisons “Dicen que pagan para el vuelo y donde me quedo”

It was a lie of course, you were saving up money to afford a flight over there plus to get your own place. All you wanted to do was leave. All your siblings had moved out already and you were alone. Alone with your parents criticisms. Alone with the comparisons. And alone with dealing with their arguments.

Your parents nod and hesitate, “Pues, si es la universidad que quieres ir, no te podemos parar”

You were actually surprised they let you go. But you were glad. You were able to meet Steven, Marc, and Layla.

-

With a blink of an eye, you were then transported to the backseat of a moving car. You looked around and hear your mother yelling at someone. Moving closer to the front, you see how younger you from before is frozen on the passenger seat, looking down.

“No puedo creer que me hayas mentido. Después de todo lo que he hecho por ti” your mother grips the steering wheel.

“Sorry mami,” younger you says but it goes unnoticed.

“Ya estoy lidiando con tu hermana que nos avergüenza con su embarazo. Te lo puedes creer? Tenemos una puta en nuestra propia casa”

Shaking your head with how she insults your sister you glare at your mother, “How can you say that about your own daughter? Especially infront of your youngest”

“Sabes, tuve que casarme con un hombre que ni siquiera amaba ni él me ama. Dar a luz a sus hijos por los que me sacrifiqué tanto. Solo para que me traten como una mierda” your mothers voice breaks and begins to cry.

This is where younger you starts to think over this statement. Seeing her own mother hurting and saying how having kids was a sacrifice, a seed was planted. If she or her sisters weren’t born, her mother would have been happy. Maybe there was a way to make her happy and that was to be the best in the family.

“Mami, lo siento, no te mentiré más” younger you pleads, hoping that she’ll just turn back and you get to be home.

Younger you is crying at this point but your mother ignores it. She continues on about how her own family hates her.

“Al mejor me tengo que matar, así ustedes pueden estar feliz” she says which causes your child self to freeze and shake her head. Telling her mother not to, that she’ll miss her.

“Ya párale! Nomas es niña! Nomas fui niña!” You yell out to your mother. Tears are now rolling down your cheeks and you feel your throat clench.

This was the memory you hated. The one you despised. It reminded you how any good you’ve done for your mother, goes unnoticed when one bad happens. But it mostly made you think of how you still try to appease her when all she ever did was build anxiety in you from the start.

-

Blinking again, you are now standing and you are under a green tent. Infront of you is a coffin with many people surrounding it. Everyone wearing black and crying. There are a few chair set up around with a few personal items.

You see your aunts and cousins holding tissues up their noses as they sob. Next to the coffin, you notice 14 year old you just staring at it. You’re not crying. You wouldn’t be showing everyone else your emotional side.

Walking close to the coffin, you see the ring of flowers that are by it, have a picture in the middle. It was your grandfather. It was his funeral. He died a few months after that one party, no one knew he would. But the tumors in his torso said otherwise.

Past you then turns to your cousin who is sobbing and talking about how she was very close to your grandfather.

“I always talked to him and he always had jokes to tell” she blows onto her tissue.

Anger boils within 14 year old you and just stares at her. But the thing to tip her off was the next line.

“He told me before he died, that I was one of his favorite grandkids. The only one who tried to spend time with him, if only I had more”

That was it, you needed an outlet for emotions and here was your chance.

“Can you shut the fuck up?” You snarl at her

Everyone pauses and stares at you, “Excuse me?”

“You know damn well you never talked to him. You never did. You said it yourself, that he was an annoying old man!”

She looks around and furrows her brows at you, “I would never say that!”

Her mother then steps in, “No le hables a mi hija de esa manera. Sé que los celos te están engulliendo, pero tienes que controlarlos”

“Y/N, ya párale” your mother says firmly.

Ignoring her, you look at your aunt, “Oh, no me digas eso cuando lo sepas muy bien, acabas de jugar a la buena hija solo para que puedas conseguir terreno!”

She looks shocked and stays quiet.

“Y/N ya!”

“Por qué ustedes están actuando como si ahora el los importaba cuando siempre lo ignoraban? Todas ustedes son perras-“

Slap!

Your cheek was stinging and you stood there shocked. You slowly turned to see that your mom just slapped you.

“A mi familia no se habla así!” Your mom. Your own mother. Standing up to her sister instead of her own daughter.

You turn to your father who was standing behind her. Hoping he would stand up for you, but he doesn’t. All he does is just shake his head

You glare at them, “…Claro, no me sorprenden que los quieren mas que su propia hija”

Your mothers eyes widen. You push past everyone and as you walk past a cooler filled with beer. You grab one and just walk away as you hear your sisters protests.

You follow behind past you and find her sitting by a tree as she stares into the distance. With the beer already open, she takes a large sip. Her eyes are tinted red and she continues to grip onto the beer bottle.

You remember the thoughts from that day.

You hated how this family worked. How your mother always chose her family instead of the one she made. How your father was never there for you.

Then it went to sadness. Why did your grandfather leave you? Didn’t he know you would be alone? That the family would be in chaos without him. Or was this his way to escape it. If so, she wanted to escape it too.

Past you took another gulp of beer and let the heavy tears fall. Those quiet tears then became loud sobs. She then threw the bottle and cried into her arms.

As you watched her cry, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You didn’t even notice how past you disappeared and how you were now alone. You dropped to you knees and sobbed.

Remembering how you were just a kid who wanted to have fun. To make her family proud. All this responsibility on her shoulders. Having to deal with her mothers negative thoughts. You were just a kid.

A kid who wanted to have a mother who was as caring as the ones from movies. Where she would be happy with anything you did. One that didn’t compare you at every chance she had. A mother who wouldn’t use you as an outlet for her problems. One that chose you before anyone else.

Wanting a father that you spent most afternoons with. One that wouldn’t miss your birthdays or award ceremonies. Who would make you laugh. Where he would stand up for you. One who would spend time with you no matter what. A father who protected you from every danger.

Your cries became loud and you screamed out, holding your arms close. Your throat hurt from the sobs but you didn’t care. All the sadness from years ago were finally coming out. You tried to breathe but crying made it hard.

A few feet away, the scales were starting to balance out again. You couldn’t see it, but the crack on your heart began to heal the more you cried. This was all you needed.

You lift your head up, trying to calm down. Your eyes felt swollen and your body weak. The ground began to change from grass to wooden floorboards. Continuing to hold your chest, you saw how the scales balanced. From behind you hear Tawarets voice come close.

“You did it. You balanced your scales” she said with a warm smile.

You stayed on your knees and looked up at her, “Does that mean…”

“You can now be in the Field of Reeds”

-()-

Turning your head slowly, your view is no longer a sky painted with purple hues nor sandy dunes. Now it is a sky with a yellow sunset. Looking down, you are no longer on hard wooden floors but soft earth. Up to your shoulders we’re many stems with a fluffy top.

So this was the Field of Reeds.

Even with Steven describing it, you never thought you would see it yourself. Or even believed it would be this beautiful and calming.

You just stay staring out to the sun as you feel a soft breeze hit your face, drying up all the tears you let go of before. Your breathing began to regulate and you continued stay on your knees.

At this point, you didn’t care where you were or what had to be done. You even ignored Tawaret who stood behind. All you wanted was to take this moment of peace.

——

“Where is she?” Marc walks away from the hippo, trying to find you.

He too was in the Field of Reeds now. Except he wasn’t exactly happy, no he found it as a step back from trying to leave. Plus now, you two have lost someone from the trio.

“She is over there,” Tawaret pointed to where you continued to sit in the distance, "She has sat there for almost thirty minutes. Quite worried about her". Marc took a quick second to stare at you before he began to walk towards you.

No longer crying but just holding a stoic expression as the reeds gently hit your body. Staring at the sun, expecting it to go down but after minutes passed by, it still stayed in the same spot. Something you liked since you never got to see the sunset.

Footsteps came near but you ignored them. Marc walked to your side and looked at you. Making sure you were alright but the red, puffy eyes said something else.

“Y/N?”

You didn’t respond which caused him to crouch down to your level. Taking a closer look, he can see your tear-stained face. You were in deep thought before you began to talk.

"You know, the real reason why I moved to London wasn't just because my 'dream' school was here, but to run away from feeling overlooked" Marc decided to sit down, readying for the conversation.

"I thought that being here would stop me from wanting my parents to appreciate me. Even a slight bit of it," you laugh, "yet I'm over here trying to become a nurse just so my parents can see that I was worth the effort."

Marc remains silent and gazes out at the sun. You just needed someone to listen and hear you out at this point. You seemed to be keeping everything inside back in the living world. It reminded him of himself, back when he was a teen.

"It's even more degrading when I even apologize for every mistake I make. I can't even remember a single time in my life when someone has apologized for hurting my feelings."

That's when you finally turn to Marc, eyes warming up again with tears threatening to fall, "I've been the best I can be, and my parents don't see it. Why? Why don't they?"

Marc draws you in for an embrace, pressing your head against his chest. Your body reacts to each cry you make, unbothered that you appear vulnerable. Marc’s hug feels protective and safe, something that you needed. You pull away and wipe your face after he notices your body relaxing.

He thinks of the next thing to say, knowing that you are hurting from whatever memories you have seen.

“I don’t have a clear answer on why your parents can’t see you, but just know they have to be blind,” he smiles and places his palm on your back.

“You have got to be the most hardworking and kind person I have met. Before you and Steven met me, I remember seeing how you got shit done at the shop. How at the same time, you would stand up for Steven when others didn’t. How you have the balls to go and what? Tag along to try to save the world? What person your age does that?”

“I heard rumors that Spider-Man might be 16, saving the world” you sniffle.

“That’s because he has powers that he learned to use and a suit to make himself look pretty. He signed up for it but you didn’t, and you still went out there to kick ass, like how you were throwing guys into the river back at Mogart’s.” he gently elbows you.

You give a small laugh and it makes Marc happy to see you feeling better.

“Kid, just know that no matter what your parents think, me, Steven, and Layla will always have your back. And if it makes any difference we think you are the best daughter there is” he smiles.

“Really?”

Marc nods and you smile at the gesture.

“If we do get a tomorrow, will you guys be there?” You ask, hopeful at the question.

“Of course” He hugs you and you hug back.

When you let go, you look around trying to find the other twin. “Where’s Steven?”

Marc frowns and looks down, “The Duat got him…”

You look at him and your eyes shift more wide. Steven the one who made you see the better side of the world was gone. You felt a sort of emptiness in your heart and you wanted to do something about it.

“Is there a way to get him back? There has to be right?”

“There is,” Marc smiled, “But if we try to, we won’t be able to come back here”

You pause and take a look around the plane. It was beautiful and quiet of course. It was the peace you always looked for, but, if Steven wasn’t there to share it with him, what was the point. After everything Steven has done for you, it would seem unfair to not try to save him.

“So what do we do?” You begin to stand up and so does Marc.

“We’ll go back and go through a gate to get us back to our bodies” He said with a determined tone.

“Yes, but he also forgot to mention that you two will be returning to bodies filled with led” Tawaret appeared from behind you two.

Whipping your heads around, you looked up to the hippo goddess.

“Marc might be able to come back with the help of Khonshu but unfortunately for you Y/N…” she held both her hands.

“…I would just die again and come back” You say, aware now of your choices.

Marc stares at you and shakes his head, “No, I won’t have you die again. We’ll figure something out. Khonshu probably has some kind of healing magic or something for you”

Tawaret thinks for a moment and hesitates, “There may be a way. Maybe having Y/N become an avatar for Khonshu might work”

Marc shakes his head, “Not happening”. He looks away and ponders for a minute, “…I can maybe strike up a deal to have you be his avatar, temporarily”

“What kind of deal would we be talking about?” Furrowing your eyes as you wait for his answer.

“…I would stick around him longer after we stop Harrow”

You knew Marc and Steven didn’t like Khonshu as much as you did. Noticing the way they seemed more laid back when he was gone, you would understand why they wouldn’t want to be with him anymore. But he was willing to leave that behind just so you can live.

You stalled but nodded to the offer. Marc took this as a sign to go and he began walking away. Following behind, the scenery changed to no longer a bright yellow scene but to the dark purple from before. This time, you two were on the sands of the Duat.

Looking around, only dunes were seen from a distance. That was until you two noticed a tall rock but it had gods carved on a side. In the center there was two big doors with engravings

Aside from that, infront of them was Steven. But he was frozen in place and his body was made out of sand. Half of his body was also deep in the sands, meaning he’d probably been there for a while.

Walking close to him, Marc crouches down and so do you. Now face to face with Steven.

“Man Steven, this does not suit you” you give a small laugh but really it pains you to see him like this.

Marc smiles at your comment. He moves his head closer to Steven and speaks in a low tone.

“I don’t know if you can hear me…from the moment you arrived, way back then, we were so young. You saved me” Marc’s voice begins to break.

Seeing as how he is having a moment with his alter, you stand up and give him some space. You wonder what it was that they saw that caused you three to be there. Besides that, you did wonder what it was that caused Marc to have an alter.

You remember searching up more into the subject back at the hotel and ways one would gain it was through trauma. Recalling the emotions you got when you thought of Marc’s past ached your heart. You never tried to ask him about it since it may have been triggering to think of.

Your thoughts then stop when you feel your toes to your ankles becoming weak. Looking down, you see that your body is slowly turning into sand. If you stay there longer, you might look just like Steven.

Peering back at Marc, you saw that his body was turning into sand too. Although it was a whisper, the last thing you hear Marc say was;

“You are the only real super power, I ever had”

Marc puts his hand on Stevens and they are then turned into sand. Freaking out, you stare at them and then at yourself. Shocked that you still weren’t turned even though you and Marc had been here for the same amount of time.

“No, no, no, no! Guys come on!” You limp your way to them but stop when you hear the large doors before you open, revealing a bright light.

Using your arm as shade for your eyes, you look down to the two and notice their heart glow a pale yellow. Crinkling sounds are then heard from Steven and his head starts turning back to normal, soon his entire body, plus Marc and they both breath out. The heart disappears and they sit there now conscious.

“Marc? Y/N?” Steven looks at Marc and then at you with a smile. Beginning to stand up he begins to nag you two, “You guys came back? What the hells wrong with you two?”

“I did a whole speech there” Marc smiles

“Hey I couldn’t leave my best friend behind” you grin.

Steven struggles to walk to you but you grab him before he falls. He gives you a squeeze and Marc joins in.

“Jeez will the gods know us for hugging huh?” You poke fun at.

They pull away and laugh. Seeing that the gates are open, you three hear a loud rumble come from behind. Looking back, you see a large wave of sand coming towards you.

“Oh shit! Come on!” You help Steven drag Marc to the gate, since he is still turned to sand.

“I’m slowing you guys down, just go without me” Marc says.

“Hell no” You shake your head.

“Nope, we are almost there. We can do it”

You guys continue to limp your way as fast as you can. Adrenaline pumping as you hear the sand coming closer.

That’s when you hear a loud laugh come from behind. Turning back you see Tawaret sailing her ship on the the wave.

“Osiris, you old softie!” She then rams the ship against the wave, giving you three time to cross, “Now run!”

Steven puts his arms up and cheers, “Hippo!”

“Let’s fucking go!” You roar as well.

Marc begins to pull you two back as he says to go. You guys continue to charge but you begin to slow down.

Remembering what would happen after you come back to the world stayed in your mind. Marc and Steven would have to deal with Khonshu just for the sake of you. How could you do that to your own friends.

“Come on! We’re almost there” Steven yells out.

You let go of Marc and stand still, thinking of the choice you would make. Sensing that you were staying back, the boys look at you concerned.

“What is it Y/N? Let’s go! We’re almost there” Steven smiles.

“…kid?” Marc notices your in deep thought.

You gulp and look into their eyes, “I can’t have you give up your freedom from Khonshu, just to let me live another life again…”

Steven looks at you confused, “What? No, Y/N you still have much to live for”

You shake your head, keeping your grin and feeling your eyes water once again, “Thanks for making me look forward to life and making me feel cared for,” a few tears fall.

“Y/N, it’s alright, we don’t mind being with Khonshu. As long as your with us, that’s all that matters” Marc tries to grab you but you push his hand away.

“Marc, thanks for listening” you look at Marc and then turn to Steven, “And Steven…thanks for unlocking that door for me”

Putting both hands on them, you use all your strength to push them through the gates. They yell at you to stop and to come with them but you ignore their pleases. With one final push, they then disappear through the bright light.

You stand still as your body is turned into sand. Closing your eyes, you feel a sense of coldness consume your body, then everything turned dark.

-

Marc stands up as bullets fall out of his wounds. Cloth begins to wrap around his body until he is covered in grey. He looks at himself through the reflection of the water around him and makes the mask disappear. Walking over to Y/N’s body that was left by the tomb of Alexander the Great, he crouched down and moved the hair out of her face.

Steven then grabs control of the body and stares at her with grief.

“There has to be something we can do, she can’t be gone”

Marc gets control again and also stares down, “There’s nothing, least we can do is stop Harrow. She would have wanted that”

Steven stays quiet, “Can we at least take her body somewhere else? She shouldn’t be around other corpses”

Marc nods and picks Y/N up, walking her out of the pyramid.

Outside, Khonshu awaits for them with his staff as the sun begins to set. Once Marc is near him, he places Y/N’s body down where the sun hits her.

“I see the maggot didn’t make it out” Khonshu comments

Marc glares at him as he positions her arms over the stomach.

“I did not mean to offend. In honesty, I will be missing her snarky remarks” Khonshu says.

Marc ignores him and gives Y/N one last look before he leaves. He was planning on coming back, to give her a proper burial and ceremony. Away from Egypt and England, back to where she was safe. For now, he was about to release the anger he was feeling on a few in Cairo.

-

You open your eyes and see that you are back at the Field of Reeds. Everything was the same, with the sunset and plants everywhere. However this time there was a statue standing by you.

“Ah your here!” Tawaret says.

Turning to her you tilt your head, “Why? I thought-“

“That darkness would be your eternity? Nope! Luckily for you, someone wanted to save you” she grins.

You scrunch your brows together, “Are you making me your avatar?”

“Oh no, although I did like you, I found another. You may know her”

“You got Layla didn’t you?” It immediately clicked.

She nods and then remembers why you’re there.

“Right! Y/N someone wants to meet you” she gestured to your side.

You follow the direction and find yourself looking up at a woman. However she had the head of a cow with horns. The horns had gold rings on them and in between the horns was a red circle. Her ears had piercings and her head was adorned with long gold strands that gave shape of hair. She wore a red long dress that had a blue ribbon tied around her waist. On her biceps and wrists, she had blue adorned cuffs. Around her neck was a gold Egyptian collar that had many blue and red jewels.

Aside from her appearance, she gave a gentle aura which made it easier for Y/N to feel comfortable around. She smiled down at you and gestured to Tawaret that she was free to leave.

“Hello Y/N, you may not remember me, but we have met before”

You continue to stare at her and think of where you might have met a goddess. The day you went to the Ennead hit you and your eyes widened.

“Hathor? W-what happened to-“

She frowns, “Yatzil, sadly was killed by Harrow. Her spirit although is running free in the Field of Reeds, something you may be familiar with?”

You nod and rub the back of your neck. Yes, you might have developed a small crush on her avatar but Yatzil was kind. Being killed just for trying to save humanity sparked something you.

“So I take it you want me to become your avatar instead”

She nods, “Precisely, I found you to be the one suited to be one. Aside from the irony that you and Khonshus avatar are friends just like how me and him were, is enough reason. However, the way you stick by friends till the end, literally, was something that made you stand out”

You breathed in, prepared for her question. You wouldn’t lie, it was quite exciting but with the way Marc made his experience with Khonshu sound, made you think otherwise.

“Y/N, do you accept becoming my voice and protecting all of those worthy of my love?” She says.

Thinking about the powers you already have back in the living world, you feel like you are cheating in life.

“Can we make this a temporary thing? Like just after we kick Harrows ass, you and me go out separate ways? I don’t know, I feel like I am being given too much power for puny mind to comprehend” you use your hands to speak.

Hathor laughs at your remark, “You are quite funny, unfortunate I won’t have you as my avatar for long. Yes, unlike Khonshu, I am fine with that offer”

Surprised she didn’t send a lighting bolt at you, the choice is easier to make now.

“…alright, let’s go” you extend your hand out.

She smiles and shakes your hand, wind begins to spiral around you and reeds go flying. Vision becoming blurry, you swear you passed out.

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With a great gasp, Y/N immediately holds her rib area. The pain coming rapidly back as she is revived. She looks around and notices that she is no longer in the dark tomb from before surrounded by water. Now she is laid on sand with only the orange skies left from the sun, turning into a shade of pink and purples. Beginning to sit up, she feels a wave of air from behind.

“Then rise and become my Noble Sun ” Hathor’s voice is heard from behind and Y/N begins to stand up, letting go of her wound.

Yet there was no wound and she felt stronger than ever. She extended both arms as she felt a sort of power coming through. Wind was rushing around her, making her hair rise up.

As her eyes began to glow white, her clothes began to transform into something else. Her shirt lost its sleeves and collar, becoming a red top that rounded on her chest. A gold armor piece then enveloped over her waist that had bumps. Pants turned into grey cotton ones and her shoes changed into golden boots that had leather pieces to tighten them.

From the waist below, came out the same color red of her top to create an open skirt, outlined with gold. A big piece of gold armor came around her wrist that went almost up to her elbow. On her biceps were gold cuffs that had blue jewels on them.

To finish the suit, a gold Egyptian collar appeared around her neck that had vertical blue pieces of metal that created a pattern. From the top of the collar and up was another gold piece that had ridges on them. Finally a band of gold, wrapped around her head with the symbol of Hathor; two horns connected with a red jewel in the center.

Y/N looked down and up to her arms, feeling the new outfit. She smiled seeing that she looked like a hero. She felt a piece of metal touch her arm and she looked down. On her side was a gold thick piece shaped as an ankh. Seeing that she was confused, Hathor gave a small laugh, “Concentrate your power on it”

Y/N listened to her command and the ankh suddenly extended which caused her to hold it away from her. She analyzed the piece and noticed the end was sharpened to act like a spear. Concentrating her focus on it again, the ankh shrunk back to its normal size. Holding it with both hands, she smiled.

“This is something else”

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Picture of suit + visual of Hathor

Okay so I apologize for making this shit too sad and making the reader you cry but it was part of the plan 👍🏼.

Also why did I change it from calling the reader “her” to “you” and then back to “her”? Well it was to show that in the afterlife, you are more aware of yourself and shit like that. Like before, you were focusing on what Marc was doing right? But now it’s just focusing on you and your “backstory”. Also I apologize if it sounds weird, it’s been long since I wrote it in second point of view.

Btw with the song I chose for when you go into the Field of Reeds, I wanted the same feel from the show where that one Spanish song plays when Marc goes there. So why not use a old popular song 🤷🏽‍♀️. You can change it if you want but I felt like it fit. Also when you read it, imagine yourself in the field to be more with the reader LMAO

I hope y’all liked it and stay tuned for the next chapter :)

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