#Jake calls Steven ‘Sunflower’

[ask-the-bastard-boss]

guhh.... okay im back again im sending this before i go to sleep ill respond in the morning.

uhhh. hey steven. y. you are aware ive been asleep in your little quiet room for like. 9 hours. are you the one that put this blanket over me-

hes wrapped in a soft blanket and a low buzz can be heard from him!!!!! purring.....

//@the-flys-buzz

“Oh.! Oh dear. I apologize in advance. Are you alright..? Also, of course. You seemed very tired. I felt bad for waking you. Besides that, are you alright? I also do feel rather silly. I thought I lost you. Ha. Suppose that’s just common fear.”

“Oh? Do you need food? Are you alright? Is there anything I can do to help you? Water? Uh.. yeah!”

[ohe.. hes yapping up a storm. Why? He’s.. nervous. Multiple reasons. One, sly is slightly sick! He knows Jake will drag him to sleep if he gets caught. Secondly, worried dad mode..]

[lollipencil]

ITPM: What If... Same-Age Robins?

Saw a few bits of things using this concept, and got inspired. I'd recommend reading/re-reading Chapter 1 of the main fic to avoid confusion. @harleyification, here it is as requested.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

It was halfway to their intended destination, when a soft thump from his right had Steven startle hard enough to almost summon the suit once more. "Howdy," another, darker clad Robin drawled, his hood almost highlighting his grin. "Heya Hood, we're getting burgers. You coming with?" the original Robin smiled calmly. "Yeah, alright."

Their walk from there was silent. Only once inside did Steven speak: "Um, yes, hello. We would like three burgers. Uh, please?" "And one black coffee," a voice added. For the second time that night, Steven jolted at the sudden arrival of a Robin. "Ah, no," Hood promptly stated to the shorter teen. "You've been up since yesterday night Red," Robin pointed out with his hands on his hips.

Red Robin's face soured. "Fine. One decaff black coffee then." "Would you like fries with that?" the cashier drawled. "Um, yes, please," Steven answered to a bunch of nods from the round of Robins.

"How many of these guys are there?" Marc asked incredulously as they claimed a table. "So," Robin chirped, "Powers?" "Yeah," Steven admitted, "In a way." "What's that mean?" Hood asked as the plates were set before them. Red said nothing, just pulled out a tablet and started tapping away. "...What do you lads know about the Egyptian gods?"

"That there's a lot of them?" Robin sheepishly replied. "Which one's relevant right now?" Red asked without looking up. "Khonshu," his name was punctuated by mouthfuls of fries. "Hey, hey, careful," Hood urged gently, "Try to not eat too much right now."

Steven paused and breathed. "Wound up in a... situation," he admited, trying to not think about the full story, "Managed to call to him by accident." "And now?" "I help him protect others who travel by night, as he protected u- me," Steven stumbled over the pronoun. Thankfully, none of them seemed to notice. A hum spread between the round, just as the door opened.

The last Robin had finally arrived. "So, this is where you all vanished to," he drawled blandly. "Put down your hackles," Hood snarked, "Can't some guys have a late-patrol snack with a new friend?" "You-!" "The fries are cooked in sunflower oil," Robin offered, burger halfway to his mouth. Crested Robin sighed through his nose before sitting next to Red Robin. Red moaned but said nothing and shuffled over, handing off the tablet to Crest as he took a big sip of his drink. It was a few minutes later that the Bat himself appeared.

The door was near silent as he entered. But the shadow he cast was obvious. Instantly, Marc and Jake who'd been about to go to sleep, were wide awake. "Mierda," Jake cursed quietly. If Batman noticed them, he said nothing. Just tiredly watched the Robins eating and turned to the cashier: "Thank you for taking care of them. I'll have a white Americano."

From there, a suprisingly comfortable silence settled. Steven managed about half of his burger before he had to stop. At Hood's look, Steven nodded, and he promptly transferred Steven's remaining fries Crest's way. Crest looked up at him and nodded in thanks.

Once the plates were more or less cleared, everyone got up and staggered out. The Batmobile was parked right outside. Before Steven could consider how to get back to their usual warehouse, a gentle hand on his back guided him into the Batmobile. All four Robins blinked as the door closed with Steven inside.

Then Hood snorted. As he covered his growing giggles, Red sighed and Robin just leaned into Steven's shoulder. "Not again," Crest lamented quietly. A deep echoing laugh followed them as they drove off.

[m00nsbaby]

Glitter & crimson II.

Marc Spector x F! Reader.

Tags & warnings. + 18, college AU, no mentions of Jake or Steven, cheating, dry humping, suggestive, no use of y/n. (For my Pedrito Pascal / Oscar Isaac girlies I’m so sorry but Joel is indeed based on Joel Miller pre-outbreak lol.)

Part 2 of “Glitter & crimson.” Word count. 2.4k

Summary. The guilt should have been enough to stop Marc. Was it fair what he was doing to you? He had noticed how happy you were with Joel, and despite the many differences in your lifestyles, he had done what was necessary to accommodate with both of you.

It wasn't fair; Joel Miller was worth it, he was aware of that.

But his selfishness had won this battle. After kissing you, he only confirmed that this was the little push he needed to convince himself that he wouldn't rest until you were his and his only.

The subject was never brought up again. As much as it hurt Marc's heart when he realized the kiss didn't mean as much to you as it did to him, he had to silently accept that no words would come from your mouth about it.

That he could handle, but defeat, never.

Even now, as he called your phone repeatedly, knowing you wouldn't answer because you were busy with Joel.

Well, talking to him, because during the week it was difficult for you to see each other spontaneously. "What a shame," Marc thought to himself.

He grabbed both bags of snacks when he confirmed he wouldn't receive a response from you and started the journey back to your apartment. You must have been ready for your impromptu movie afternoon.

As he was about to leave the supermarket, his gaze fixed on the bouquets of flowers displayed near the exit.

“What’s up with that?" you said, frowning as you covered the phone's receiver with your hand for a few seconds. "Wait, Joel, Marc's here."

"It's for you." He put on his best smile as he handed you the bouquet of sunflowers that had cost exactly $23. There went several days of ramen in an attempt to earn points with you.

You always said your standards for guys were so high because of how Marc treated you. Always so chivalrous, affectionate, and caring that no other guy had managed to reach his level. But flowers? That was new.

"Hello, Joel," he said, approaching the phone with that cynical smile of someone who knew things were going just as he wished. The twinkle in your eyes only fed his ego in the way he needed.

"Marc." His charming accent made you smile. Oh, sweet Joel, doing his best to tolerate your best friend. "How are you?"

"Incredible, a bit busy right now. Did she tell you we were having a movie afternoon?" He took the phone from your hands as you grabbed the bouquet of flowers, heading straight to the kitchen with a huge smile.

"Yes, she did." He cleared his throat, trying to decide if he was just teasing him or if he innocently told him about his plans with you as a way to make him feel more secure about it. "Well, I won't interrupt any longer then."

"Oh, you're never an interruption, Miller." If they had been face to face, he would have winked at him to complete his perfect performance. "Enjoy your work."

He didn't let him respond before ending the call.

"He had to hang up, said he had to get back to work," he shrugged as he entered the kitchen, leaving your phone on the counter.

"Thanks for the flowers, Marc. They're beautiful." You cupped his cheek with your hand to kiss the other, leaving a lipstick mark on him.

"It's nothing. I saw them and immediately thought of you." He felt like a puppy that had been patted on the head and told he was a good boy.

"Did you bring the..."

He lifted the bag in his hand, chocolate pretzels and sea salt flavored potato chips.

"I love you."

"I know." He rolled his eyes as he stepped aside to let you pass and leave the kitchen. "Have you chosen the movies for today?"

"The original Star Wars trilogy."

6 hours of duels and space politics? Was there a love stronger and deeper than his for you? Probably not.

"And how are things with Joel?" The silence was driving him crazy. After one and a half movies, Marc had to find a way not to collapse beside you on the couch.

You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. It was a strange question to ask so suddenly, it actually made you scoff.

"With Joel? Incredible." You shrugged as you ate another pretzel. As if his internal suffering wasn't enough, you decided to lick your lips to clean the chocolate off them.

He was on the verge of going to a psychiatric ward.

"Really? You hardly saw him last week."

"You know he has to work. His brother doesn't give him extra time off just because they're family." You brought the rest of your pretzel closer to him, offering it to him.

"Did you ever imagine dating someone who works in construction? It sounds like the most boring job you can imagine."

"It's actually quite interesting. The other day he was telling me about a house..."

You hit his shoulder when you heard him fake snoring, and laughed.

"Don't be silly! Besides, if we get married, he'll be able to fix any flaws in the house, and our kids would have the last name Miller, it sounds nice, don't you think?"

An expression of disgust appeared on his face. Not because Marc wasn't a hopeless romantic deep down inside, but because the idea of you dreaming about marrying someone other than him caused him tormenting nausea.

"I've heard better last names." He gave your thigh a squeeze as you rested your legs on his.

The only consolation he had was that while Joel could live on illusions and dreams, he was the one who was really with you. He could touch your skin, smell your perfume, and even hold your hand if he wanted. To him, the physical aspect meant so much more than any other nonexistent plan.

"Han and Leia are adorable, don't you think?" You avoided further discussion by resting your cheek on Marc's shoulder.

"Mhm." He leaned his head against yours. "Perfect for each other."

You exhaled heavily as you lazily stretched your arms. Your eyes had been closed for a while as you listened to the nonsense that Marc was watching on his phone.

You finished the marathon after the second movie. You knew your best friend was just about ten minutes away from descending into madness due to all the space discussions, so you chose to have compassion for him.

"Look at this." For the eighth time in about half an hour, you opened one of your eyes to see one of those kitten videos that seemed to enchant him. "It looks like you."

"Really? Like the last 4?" You rolled your eyes with that smile that screams 'I love you, but sometimes you're so dumb.'

Marc had already interrupted your attempt at a nap enough times that you ended up stretching. You turned toward him and pushed your body against his to get a closer look at his phone as he continued scrolling through his million kitten videos.

He prayed internally that you wouldn't notice how his heart was racing now that you were in that position. He had always been aware of his feelings for you, but ever since you didn't reject his first advance just a few days ago, his world had been turned upside down.

He had gone from 'I'll take this secret crush to the grave' to 'I'll get rid of any obstacle that might come between her and me' in such a short time that he couldn't even fully grasp how much he loved you.

"Look, another one." Marc also turned his head to let you see the phone better. His gaze fixed on you in the seconds you watched the video.

When it repeated for the third time, you looked at Marc.

"What?"

"What 'what'?" He was staring at you, his huge brown eyes practically glued to you.

"Marc, you're looking at me."

"I'm not looking at you." His eyes were practically fixated on you.

"Marc, you're looking at me."

"I'm not looking at you." He lowered the phone as if to let you know that all his attention was now focused on the fake argument. You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing.

"I can literally see you doing it right now."

"Who says I'm looking at you?" His hand slowly positioned itself on your abdomen, that part where your shirt didn't cover your skin since you lay down.

"No, no, no! Marc Spector, I swear if you..." Before you could threaten him, his fingers started tickling your sides, causing you to squirm clumsily on the bed, laughing.

"I wasn't looking at you!" Marc's laughter, calmer, accompanied you as you fought against his hands, trying to push him away from you.

It was more than clear that it wasn't going to work, not with Marc's stupidly strong arms. In fact, within seconds, he was on top of you, his hips between your legs, and holding your arms against the bed.

Both of you were breathing heavily, cheeks flushed, and eyes sparkling like that extra detail that always betrays the immense love between two people.

"You were looking at me," you whispered, still smiling.

"I'm looking at you now." Your heart stopped at the change in Marc's voice. It sounded exactly like in the dimly lit kitchen during the party.

You swallowed hard.

"Yes?" You teased. Logic was screaming at you to push him away as hard as you could and, if possible, leave that room, but it was like your brain shut down almost immediately. You could only think about the way Marc was watching your lips.

He almost seemed hungry.

"I always do." It was the last thing he said before leaning closer to you. His lips didn't waste time, finding yours and devouring them with wet and desperate kisses.

Guilt flooded your chest within seconds. Because you loved the taste of his lips, their perfect rhythm, and the way his tongue explored your mouth. Your desire wasn't purely physical; mentally, Marc was beginning to unravel you.

"Marc," you whispered against his mouth, almost like a moan. It was your last shred of sanity trying to call his attention.

His cock twitched against his jeans.

“Mhm?” When he adjusted his body to avoid crushing you with his weight, he realized he was at the perfect angle to move against you, finding some relief in the friction between his growing erection and your clothed cunt

You didn't answer, instead, your hands went to his neck as a way of begging him not to stop.

You sucked his tongue between your lips, making him moan against your mouth and he gave you another fake thrust. Maybe this was his chance to show you how good he could make you feel if you agreed to be his once and for all.

"L-Let me keep going, yes, love?" He whispered between gasps making you tremble. He was almost begging you. "Please please. Hurts."

It was a cheap trick and you both knew it but it was enough to convince you. You weren't explicit with your answer, but letting him continue was clear enough.

His lips left yours when they were sore from the bites. Marc slowly began to lower, kissing your chin and then your jawline at a stormy slow pace.

His hips had already taken a stable rhythm in his movements, and although both of you began to feel pain from the rubbing of the fabric and the way it was getting hot from the friction, there were no complaints about it, only moans and groans from you filling the room.

"M-More, please, Marc, more." He was sure that he had died and gone to heaven because there was no way he had you like this, begging him not to stop.

You heard the bed creak from the force of his movements, which were complemented by the clumsy way in which you raised your hips towards him looking for more.

He was hidden in your neck, you were looking at the ceiling that in your eyes began to fill with stars merely from pleasure. This wasn't at all like the nights with your hand or one of your pillows, and it wasn't like Joel either, as painful as it was to admit it.

This had layers on top, and the fact that it was forbidden was probably the one that fueled the passion the most.

He would have loved to see your face when you reached your orgasm but he was too busy pressing your wrists against the bed and sniffing the perfume on your neck for proof that this was real.

When the spasms started and made your legs shake, Marc gave a moan that was going to stay in your memory for the rest of your days, that sound alone would have been enough to make you cum a second time.

Not only was it visible the way his jeans began to form a darker stain from getting wet from his cum, it was perceptible to you, you could feel the moisture from your panties combined with Marc's fluids beginning to seep through the fabric.

In other circumstances, you might have considered using them to masturbate.

He stayed on top of you for a few more minutes, enjoying the way both of your breaths slowed down and were perfectly synchronized. Both remained silent and you decided to run your fingers over his back a couple of times as you had done many times before to relax your best friend.

"I should go change." He whispered after a while, slowly getting back up.

"Your clothes are in the guest room." You spoke just as low before clearing your throat.

Has Marc always looked this good? This image gave you just enough to fantasize about how perfect his after-sex glow would be. His cheeks were still flushed, his lips swollen and pink from your kisses, his messy hair, his eyes sparkling, and there was something so…attractive about the stain on his pants still being so visible.

You swallowed hard and tried to give him your best smile as he followed your directions with his visit to the guest room.

When the adrenaline of the moment was dying, the oppression in your chest returned. How could you be doing this to Joel?

And, a little worse, how was it possible that you were willing to risk your friendship with Marc for a few minutes of pleasure?

Your stomach turned immediately and you felt your eyes fill with tears the moment you picked up your phone. You took advantage of your moments of solitude to send a stupid goodnight message to Joel, hoping that this would calm the guilt that you felt starting to eat away at you.

Marc, meanwhile, couldn't have hidden his smile even if he wanted to. He wanted to jump, to scream, to raise his arms high in triumph now that he had no doubt of your feelings for him.

You both had reached a point of no return.

This is going to be a 6 part series!! <3 Love y’all.

Tags: @kingtwhiddleston​

[cringelordofchaos]

(for"sendacharacterandilllist"askgame) DREWWWWWWWWWWWWW

YAYYAYAYAYAYA SOMEONE ASKED ME

ok so drew !!!

favorite thing about them

everything. But if I had to choose then maybe his attachment issues or those little spiky strane of hair above one of his ears

least favorite thing about them

just the fact that his backstory is not revealed yet. Like I hope the whole "he has family issues and feels detached from them making him have a complicated and toxic view kn relationships as well as attachment issues" headcanon ks revealed to be canon otherwise, if he's acting the way he is just bc he does, then he makes for a pretty boring character no matter how "realistic" it would be (which it kinda wouldn't but whatever that's a separate discussion). so yeah like the lack of traits rather than the traits themselves ig. Though rosyclozy said season 2 is druffering 2 so I am EXCITED

brOTP

dria. draisy. dracy. idfk which I should pick. endless possibilities. and they all parallel each other in one way or another and I fucking love them platonically but I'm not interested in them romantically if I'm gonna be honest. they'd all fix him

OTP

this is so unfathomably predictive and obvious of me but Drake/PlumPeach like come on a) I relate to Drew's "I'm in love with my best friend but they can't know and they're in love with someone else" situation heavily,there are endless analyses to be made and written, endless fic potential, SO MANY songs about breakups that just Fit Them, they make each other worse and also interesting characters. Someone once called me an abuse apologist that should never date anyone because I shipped them? LMAO. that was like 3/2 years ago though. without drake drew just like... wouldnt have character. Which says a lot. Second OTP is HOT TAKE droey. I made a whole fucking post abt them please don't @ me o can explain themselves - also droey angst. Also they're complicated af as well. But they are also pretty annoying so I'm not sure lmao. Dria rules too but prefer it platonic

nOTP

Idk drelliot .?? It's so unfathomably cliche and stereotypical toxic yaoi material and I hate it but I also think it's funny so idk I don't really have notps unless it's siblings or bad age gaps cuz they make me uncomfortable

random headcanon

do I have to share only one? I want more so I'll do more. I think he's Filipino, he had one of those glow in the dark shoes in elementary school and flexed them HARD, he has major depressive disorder and maybe borderline personality disorder, he hyperfixates on video games, listens to mostly emo rap, spends most of his time inside during summer, gets a new iphone every year, cyberbullies little kids on roblox, also still plays roblox, gets expensive watches just to flex and also bc he measures his worth by wealth his parents give him bc that's the only love they show him LMAO, and thinks furries and weebs are cringe, and also i love him

unpopular opinion

he actually loved/loves zoey

song I associate with them

ok how about I drop my whole playlist for them instead

Alex G - Nintendo 64

Amy Winehouse - Back To Black

Annika Bennett - Boy Who Has Everything

Billie Eilish - Wish U Were Gay

BoyWithUke - Toxic

Conan Gray - Heather

DoshVO - Dear Jake

DoshVO - Do You Wanna Bully Hailey?

DoshVO - Like a Six "Zoey Diss"

DoshVO - Move Along

ElyOtto - SugarCrash!

Fran Vasilić - eyes blue or brown can't remember

5 Seconds Of Summer - Teeth

Gotye - Somebody That I Used To Know

Jack Stauber - Cupid

Kaden Mackay - Don't You Dare (Make Me Fall In Love With You)

Kali Uchis - Just A Stranger

Laufey - From The Start

Laufey - Promise

Laufey - Second Best

Liana Flores - papercut

Mitski - Old Friend

Olivia Rodrigo - drivers license

Olivia Rodrigo - traitor

Olivia Rodrigo - vampire

Regina Spektor - Two Birds On A Wire

Rex Orange County - Best Friend

Rex Orange County - Sunflower

Rex Orange County - Television / So Far So Good

Steven Universe - It's Over Isn't It

The Front Bottoms - Be Nice To Me

The Vaccines - Heartbreak Kid

The Walters - I Love You So

...wow. I really thought I had more - whatever, more to be added w time, dw

Also the song "you better move on" I have no idea who made it ???????? I just listened to the cover by Frank Wattkinson lmao

favorite picture of them

ooof this one's heard. I mean hard. shut up

ok ok so I like this one .

cuz he's just done with him. looks angry but probably suppressing his years so fucking much. leaving Jake behind after such struggle and effort to keep him... dam (and it also shows their height difference lmfao)

Or one of these !!

Another ones from the finale, he's just laughing and smiling from the sheer pain he's in and the utter irony that is his friendship with Jake and he's so hurt but he's probably doing this to keep himself from crying but he's also probably just laughing at how pathetic he is for trusting Jake or believing that they really had something when it all turned out to be a huge lie and he just can't believe in himself or anyone anymore

ahahaha

this one's just him being jelly like eurgj. 😠😒

this one's a funny reaction image concept

and I also love this one cuz like, first of all lol at his eyebags he's either been crying or not getting any sleep or BOTH, he'd also in a call with Zoey trying to get him back and he's just looking at the side like he's mad at her and he's hurt by her but he also looks like he's trying so hard to resist idk how to explain it man he can't deal with her but he can't deal without her yknow what I mean

Thank you for asking !!!!!!

[bigbadripley]

Chapter 23 - True Blue

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x Female!OC

Summary: Marc never expected to see his childhood friend Simone ever again. To Simone, Marc may as well have been dead. However, when Simone met Steven 15 years after Marc disappeared, she couldn’t help but notice how familiar he was.

18+ | 3.2k Words | Third-person omniscient | Darkfic | AU/AT |

Warnings: Heavy language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma, the effects of this in adulthood, smut mention, death mention, graphic descriptions of death, missing persons, maybe some typos, kidnapping, torture, violence, blood, gore, bodily fluids, DARK STUFF.

Tagging for the loves: @ahookedheroespureheart

A/N: This one is particularly brutal and has moments of graphic grodiness. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Chapter list 

"But it feels good to be known so well I can't hide from you like I hide from myself I remember who I am when I'm with you Your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue" -"True Blue" by boygenius

Marc and Steven were unexpectedly impressed with Jake's ability to get information. He seemed to know the names of everyone at the local pubs, diners, and cafes, and they all had eyes on the streets for him. One person he could always count on was a woman named Rose, who owned a local joint. 

Rose was a heavier-set woman with blonde hair and a friendly demeanor whose accent was southern English but clouded with twenty-five years of smoking. She took no nonsense in her establishment and made the best hotcakes around. It's said that her place would be more prominent if not for her staff, as she always hired ex-cons who couldn't get jobs, which was admirable to some and frowned upon by others. 

"Top of the mornin', Rosie," Jake called out as she entered the diner, sounding the bell on the door to make a soft ding sound. 

"Is that Jake Lockley, I hear? Sit down, honey. I'll make you some coffee." Rose responded from the back, no doubt manning her griddle. Jake did just that, sitting at the breakfast bar and knocking his knuckles against the wood as he waited. "I told you not to knock on my tables, Jake," Rose said as she came out of the swinging doors to the kitchen with a pot of coffee in one hand and one of the diner's signature teal mugs in the other. Jake held his hands up in surrender. 

"My apologies, beautiful, I forget." 

"Just don't let it happen again." She responded, placing the mug before him and filling it to the top with the bitter black liquid. "S'what brings you in so early?" 

"I'm lookin' to see if you've seen either of these people come through or pass by," Jake replied, pulling two wallet-sized photos out of his coat pocket. One was a picture of Simone that Marc kept of her holding a sunflower when they went to the botanical garden. The other was of John Walton, which was just a mugshot from her files. Rose leaned forward and rested her elbows on the bar, squinting and studying them closely. 

"Not the girl, but a similar-looking man comes through here every morning. Orders a scramble and a side of toast and beans to go." 

"And you're positive?" He asked for confirmation because it seemed like her eyesight wasn't great. Rosie nodded,

"Indeed, never forget a face." She answered. Jake was doubtful, given that the man was wanted and his face was planted on every news source in the United Kingdom, yet she didn't make the connection from the picture he showed her.

From there, it was decided that Steven would stake the place out because he was the least likely to jump Walton on site. According to Rose, Walton would be coming in any time now to get his usual.

The only options were to drop dead or live in agony, and Simone had never wished to die more than in this funky ass room. There was no way out, no way to rip the tape, no way she could muster the strength to run if she got free. If she screamed, she got zapped. If she got mouthy, she got cut. If she made too much of a fuss, she got hit. 

Walton wanted her to play the good captive therapist and listen to his bullshit for hours, but when it was clear that Simone didn't have it in her, he turned to a new tactic: punishment via words.

"Doctor, with all due respect, nobody's looking for you." He started, still giving her that shit-eating smile. "You have no family, no friends. Just a roommate and a casual fuck." 

She stayed quiet this time. Aside from the skin covered in layers of silver duct tape, she didn't have a single patch that didn't have a cut in it, shallow or deep. She felt if Walton hit her again, it would cause damage but not kill her. She was losing any fight she had left.

She continued to see things from the dark corner of the room. Her uncle and patients all taunted her for being the reason they died. It got to the point where she had to agree. It was her fault.

Steven was pretending to read the newspaper when Walton finally arrived, and it was clear why Rose wasn't able to pin him as the dangerous serial kidnapper and murderer who escaped prison. The man looked cleanly shaven and wore glasses and a button-up with a trenchcoat. Just an average guy.

Per Jake's instruction, Rose took his order as always, and Steven watched from a booth in the back. Walton said his pleases and thank yous, smiled politely, and seemed to have a habit of fidgeting with the little paper sugar packets at the bar while he waited, though it was clear he wasn't worried about getting caught. 

"Not that it matters, but this bloke doesn't look like he keeps women in his basement," Steven spoke quietly into the cheesing woman from the car dealer ad in the paper. "I'll bet if we weren't on this, the police would take a lot longer to find him." 

"You're pro'lly right, English. They're lookin' for a disheveled bearded prisoner, not a 40-somethin'-year-old factory worker type." Jake replied. "And what'd ya take my hat off for?"

"It was making my head itchy." Steven came back and replied. Just as he peeked over the paper again, Walton took his paper to-go bag and set out for whatever he had holed up. 

This was now Marc's operation as he followed the man at a distance, walking home instead of driving or hailing a taxi. It was a damp, humid day, and all Marc could think was how he hoped Moni was hydrated wherever he kept her. 

They watched as Walton disappeared through a heavy-looking door of an old brick building. It was a little small, likely abandoned due to his presence, and they were suddenly sure Moni was being kept there. Marc began to march in that direction but didn't make it very far before his feet were planted in the gravel. 

"It's daylight, Marc. He'll see us coming." Steven protested. As much as he wanted to get Simone as quickly as possible, he knew it would be a bad idea. Marc didn't listen and kept going, fully intending to put the fear of Gods into that man. 

"That's the idea,"

Simone realized she could make the sun go up or down just by closing her eyes. She didn't know how many days had passed; she didn't care. She was trapped, weakened, and no longer afraid to die as long as she didn't have to stay in the chair, covered in her bodily fluids, surrounded by death and decay and what seemed like hundreds of open wounds in her flesh. 

Upon opening her eyes, she saw Ericka this time. Tall, beautiful, with box braids. Though not dead, Ericka taunted her for being the reason her parents sent her to conversion therapy. She had confided in her what she went through during Simone's last visit to Chicago and the unimaginable things they put her through. 

"You couldn't keep your hands off me, whore! I'm traumatized because of you!"

That one's on me, too, hun. I'm sorry. 

Simone closed her eyes again and drifted away, drowning out the vision of her friend, and came back to a new face, one that she never thought or cared to know if they were still alive: her ex-boyfriend Oliver. Pale, tattoo-covered, curly sand-colored hair. He just stood, laughing at her. The man who held her to the wall by her neck and called her a slumwhore after she caught him cheating on her.

"Fuck you, Oli. I'll see you in hell too." She croaked from a dry throat through cracked lips, followed by a cough that tasted metallic. 

Her eyes fell shut again for another nondescript amount of time. She thought of Marc and how miserable she had made him. How she made him cry on her galley floor because she was an idiot and expected him to read her mind. 

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry." She whispered as if he was there. He imagined him holding her again, just one last time and warm tears rolled off of her cheeks and fell onto her numb legs. The salt burned the clean cuts along her face and thighs, reminding her she was still there. 

For the first time in a long time, Simone wondered if it was too late to get right with God if there was one. She knew all she needed to do was say a few more harsh words to Walton, and he would beat her to death like the others. It was time, and all she could think of was what she remembered of the old prayer her mom made her recite. 

"Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos..." She began weakly. The rest came to her as naturally as it did back when she was a child. "Santificado sea tu Nombre..." 

She faded out, drifting into sleep land again, her only escape. "Venga tu reino..." 

There were loud, but drowned-out sounds around her. Banging, breaking glass, yelling. Someone shouted her name. She thought it was her imagination again. "Hágase tu voluntad..."

Simone felt hands on her shoulders, prompting her to open her eyes again. She saw all white like an angel had come for her. Then saw Marc's face, unmistakable, even in her state. She thought she was dreaming. 

"You're gonna be alright, Moni. I got you. Everything's fine." He told her, ripping away at the tape surrounding her body. 

"No... I didn't finish my prayer... Ave, María, grátia plena..." She said, trailing off and realizing she was saying Hail Mary this time in her disorientation. 

Marc scooped her up into his arms, knowing there was no way she would be able to move. She was clearly weak, dehydrated, and skin caked with blood and covered in cuts... it was awful to see. It pissed him off so much that he considered sitting her back down to finish Walton off, having knocked him out and laid him on the pavement for police to pick up on arrival. 

Jake thought it would be wise if they didn't need to get Simone out of that place as soon as possible.

Steven felt it best to let the authorities handle him. Simone needed their focus now. 

Once the hospital had Simone, there wasn't much that could be done other than wait. They had her on fluids and ruled that she was malnourished and concussed but would recover just fine. Most of the cuts on her would heal without scarring, also. 

Once Joyce arrived, Marc explained everything he could to her and expressed that she was in a deep state of shock, not talking or doing much. A newsreel played on the waiting room television, informing everyone that it was safe to go outside again, for John Walton had been taken back into custody. 

"I'm guessing she wasn't up to giving a statement to the police?" Joyce asked as they looked through the window to her room. Marc shook his head,

"She won't speak to anyone."

"She'll need you, you know. Take her back to yours when they discharge her."

They did the very next day and recommended good foods and bedrest but encouraged movement in her arms and legs after being unable to use them for days. The only time Marc left the hospital was to allow Jake to get her car so they could take her home.

Simone was still quiet throughout the ride to their apartment. Jake tried to make conversation and get a rise out of her, but she just sat silently, staring out the window. 

Upon arrival, Marc helped her to the bed and sat her down while he drew her a bath, thinking it would help her soak and relax. Simone had so much she wanted to say but was afraid that tears would follow no matter what came out first. 

Her muscles and joints felt like they were rusted over, and her skin felt tight and itchy, where the scabbing began along her cuts. The gash on the side of her head from the knocks she took was glued, and some cuts were stitched. She was miserable no matter where you looked. 

Steven helped her to the bath, wrapping her arm over his shoulders and supporting her midsection, still causing her to move her legs a bit, but not as much. Once the struggle of undressing was over, he aided her into the tub.

"Easy does it, love. Let me know if it's too hot." He said as she dunked the first foot into the water shakily. Once the second foot was in, she started bending to sit, and he went with her, bringing his knees to the floor. It caused the cuts to sting like a thousand tiny needles, but it felt divine once she was seated. 

Simone sat with her knees hugged to her chest as Marc rang a washcloth out over her shoulders, letting the water warm any exposed skin before gently wiping away the dried blood from her forearms, neck, and hands. The water around her began to turn pink when he poured a cup of water over her head, loosening up any dried blood left in her dark hair. 

The bath was primarily silent, with Simone staring blankly at the water and watching dark drops fall from the ends of her strands. She hated being cared for but found great comfort in Marc sticking by her side. 

"We did everything your note said, Moni. All but the do not engage part, of course." Marc spoke up, leaning on the side of the tub and rubbing his thumb over her shoulder. Her face, neck, forearms, hands, and legs down to above her ankles were riddled with slices, and yet she was still lovely. 

"Yeah, and I know you said not to give back your money, but you can have it if you'd like." Steven popped in, hoping she would at least argue with him over it. 

"Don't think I've seen that much money before. Makes sense, though, ya live in an apartment with a roommate 'n drive a used bimmer from 2006." Jake chimed in. "Not surprisin' you been sittin' on that kinda cash." 

Nobody was able to get a word from her. She continued to stay spaced out, though she responded to each of them in her head. 

Marc, that was so fucking reckless, but you saved my life. And keep the money, Steven. I don't want it. Also, Jake, how do you think I was able to tip you so well? 

After soaking for about half an hour, Marc grabbed a towel for her and let the water drain as he helped her from the tub and dried her off, starting with her arms, abdomen, back, down to her legs, and feet. He draped the towel over her shoulders like a cape and thought to comment about her being a superhero but decided against it. 

Marc helped her limp back to the bed and sat her down to look for something to dress her in, remembering she took all her clothes and settled on one of his plain blue shirts and a pair of sweatpants. 

"I hope these will be alright." He said before taking her right hand and guiding it through the armhole, then the left before putting it over her head and pulling it down over her naked form. 

It was quick, but before the shirt was all the way on, Simone breathed in the familiar scent of the man she loved. The man she missed and feared she would never see again. Once the shirt was on, she brought shakey hands to the front collar and pulled it over the lower half of her face, reveling in it. 

The tears began to flow, and instead of asking questions or bothering with the pants, Marc helped her lay back and covered her up before getting into bed next to her and holding her. She still didn't speak as she silently wept, leaving dark wet patches on his gray shirt. 

Finally, Simone said something into Marc's chest. It was too muffled to fully make out, but he was sure she spoke. 

"What's that?" He asked for clarification. After several more sniffles and hitches in her breath, she pulled her face from his sternum and repeated herself. 

"I saw them. I saw my patients." She said. As predicted, the words only caused her to cry harder. Marc remembered seeing them, too, and couldn't imagine having to sit next to them for as long as she did. He tucked her closer to his chest,

"You're okay now, baby." He reassured her, trying to calm her sobs as best he could, delicately running his hand over her wet hair. He could feel Simone's body settle into his as her arm came up and over his torso, squeezing him back with what strength she could manage. 

"They aren't." She cried. Marc wouldn't accept this from her. He scooted down on the bed to look at her red, puffy face and glossy eyes. He caressed her wounded cheek with his hand comfortingly and made her look at him,

"That's not your fault, you hear me?" He told her. 

It��felt like it was her fault. In Simone's mind, this would never have happened if she had never taken Walton on as a patient. Her choice caused all of this death and torment in her life and the lives of those who cared for her patients. Still, she knew Marc wouldn't allow her to speak that way, so she nodded her response. 

With that, a pout began to form over her trembling lips as she agreed with him. She didn't believe what he said. Looking at his gorgeous face directly in front of her, drinking him in, feeling his chest swell and collapse as he breathed, it was more than she ever imagined she would get again. She didn't think she deserved it, yet she couldn't imagine letting it go. 

Marc couldn't recall ever seeing this much pain behind her face. 

He had never seen her so powerless in his life. 

He wouldn't see her like this again. 

"I'm not going anywhere. Nothing's taking you from me ever again." He half-repeated what he had said to her on the elevator when they had made up days before. His words turned Simone into an even bigger blubbering mess as she remembered the mistake she made that practically handed her to Walton on a silver platter. 

She chose to be alone. She should have stayed in bed. She should have said fuck that last cigarette. 

All Marc could do was hold her as she repeated how sorry she was over and over again. About what? He wouldn't tell. She had nothing to apologize for. 

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I love you florally

paring: Marc, Steven, Jake x fem! reader. established relationship, you are their girlfriend.

warnings: none.

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff. soft moon bois <3

summary: after missing your boyfriends when they are away for a mission, you decide to visit them and give them flowers.

a/n:

This is my first moon knight fic, go easy on me please. I'm potraying DID based on what they showed in the series, please correct me if I have written anything in the wrong way.

shoutout to my homegirl @imgoingtofreakoutnow for being my personal human translator for Spanish phrases 💗

The flower meanings are from google.

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You missed your boyfriends—that sentence was the understatement of the century. They were out of town due to a mission for Khonshu.

Now you stand outside Steven's apartment impatiently...ahem, excitedly.

"Steven!" holding three different flower bouquets in your arms, you awkwardly manage to knock on the door, "Jake!" another knock, "Marc, baby, it's me!" you call out.

Hey it's been two weeks and you missed your boyfriends terribly.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, my love!" you hear Steven's voice.

The door opens to reveal Steven. His eyes lit up at the sight of you, a fond smile decorating his face. He steps aside so you can walk inside.

You quickly walk towards a table and carefully place the flower bouquets there.

"Y/n, love-"

You turn around facing him with a grin, you jump hug him giving him no time to finish his sentence.

"Somebody really missed us, huh?" Mark teases you.

"You have no idea" you wrap your legs around his waist, encircling your arms around his neck. You rest your head on his shoulder and pulling him close as humanly possible. "I missed you", you stroke his shoulder with your thumb three times and inhaling his familiar, comforting scent. They knew you missed them.

His laugh reverberates through the hug, he turns his head to the side and places a light kiss on your head, rubbing on your back.

"Nosostros también, princesa"

You smile at Jake's nickname for you. You lift your head and peer into his eyes full of affection and sweet love for you. You untangle your arms from his neck and place your palms on the sides of his face.

He let's out a sigh, relaxing and leaning into your touch. He doesn't even realise how tensed he was until your gentle touch soothed him. If anyone could make Jake go soft, it's you. Holding you in that position, he walked towards bed.

"Let me front, I want to hold her too"

Steven was getting impatient as well.

"Hey, love. How have you been?" Steven asks you, getting on the bed, his arms still wrapped around you.

You adjust your position and push him back completely on the bed, and climbing on top on him in a straddling position. "Not great since you were all gone, leaving me here alone" you add a dramatic pout, "for two weeks"

"It was just a couple of weeks, darling" a chuckle escape his lips. And you would do anything to hear that adorable sound again.

You playfully hit his chest at his action. "It's still too long for my liking". You turn your eyes, glancing at the flower bouquets you brought for them. You get off him, moving to grab them.

"Not so fast, baby" Marc yanks your arm, making you fall on top of him.

It was your turn to smile, "As much as I love seeing you underneath me like this-" you kiss his lips and softly caress his cheek with pad of your thumb, "wait a second, I'll be on top of you again" you assure him before climbing off of him and the bed.

He props himself in one hand, "Is that a promise?"

You wink at him in response and make your way to give the flowers you lovingly bought for your boyfriends.

A bouquet of sunflowers and red roses for Steven. Positivity and love.

A bouquet of orange and red coloured tulips for Marc. Desire, passion and deep love.

A bouquet of pink and red camilias for Jake. Longing, love and passion.

"You got us flowers? aw love, that's sweet"

"Mm hmm"

No one had brought them flowers to them before.

Steven was caught up in your sweet gesture. He remembered how many times you told him he was and is worthy of all the love in gentlest and most passionate form. You reminded all three of them actually.

Now, Marc and Jake will never openly admit it, but it warmed them to their core to receive a simple, yet loving gesture from you.

Each of them took turns patiently, to kiss you softly. They kissed you like that multiple times before, but this time it was different. They kissed you with yearning, with careful gentleness and absolute adoration— Marc kissed your head, forehead, Jake kissed your cheek, and Steven kissed the tip of your nose making you giggle.

"I love you florally" you confessed.

"That's not a thing, babe" Marc chuckled.

"It is now" you grinned at him in response.

"You are adorable, princesa"

"And a dork" Steven joined, kissing your lips. "Adorkable"

You guys spent that afternoon cuddling in bed, talking about their mission and your work and catching up on Netflix.

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self care hcs

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the beard is the gif below 😗

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shaving

sometimes the boys get busy and they’ll forget to shave, or sometimes they just don’t have a razor

jake really really wants to grow it out into a full beard

steven likes the clean-shaven look or a little bit of stubble, but is fine with whatever

marc wants a full beard. badly.

when they go on long trips, jake and marc get their wish. they get a nice beard.

one time, they come home after a long trip and you decide that you really like their beard

it’s a little scratchy while it’s growing out, but feels nice when they kiss you

plus, they look really good with it

from then on, they usually let it grow to about that length

whenever marc is fronting, he likes to trim it with the fancy little shears you’d gotten him a little while ago

you got them when you noticed him trimming his beard with steven’s craft scissors and that would not do

so you bought him some and gave them to him, showing him how to fit him fingers into the small holes and rest his pinky over the ring

you helped him get straight cuts by holding the hair between two fingers and overlapping each piece he cut with the next to get it even

hair cutting

you also cut their hair for them most of the time

it was about a monthly occurrence, their latino genes making their hair grow wayyyy faster than most people’s

marc didn’t really trust people other than you and himself with sharp objects next to his head, too many bad experiences in the marines

the first few times with the new shears you missed a few spots, but found them within a day while you were playing with their hair

you went “oh crap” and tugged them back to the bathroom to fix the mistakes

they didn’t care much, as long as marc felt that he looked tidy enough to take himself seriously

marc wanted really short hair, a high and tight like he had as a marine

jake wanted to grow his hair out, long enough to pull back into a little man-bun or pony tail, with an undercut underneath

steven liked their haircut, and he got to make that call a) because it was an in-between from jakes’s and marc’s wishes and b) because he was the one who had a normal 9-5 job with the most human interaction

jake liked to front when you were cutting their hair, the feeling of your fingers and comb soothing him in a way most other things couldn’t (for once, he felt protected)

you eventually got really good at cutting their hair, perfecting the fade from long to short. they were so happy with it every time and it made you super happy

showering

they all love showering with you, obviously

marc takes super short showers, ever the military man (5-10 mins)

jake takes long, burning hot showers, and sometimes even baths (30-45 mins)

steven takes hot showers and often forgets he’s in there (like hour-long showers)

they all have different soaps, which can get a little pricey, but you’re all fairly well off so it’s okay

marc has vanilla bar soap for his body and scentless nivea men’s shampoo and conditioner

he’s the most likely to buy 3-in-1 in a pinch or while on a mission

jake has orange and sandalwood scented shampoo, conditioner, and body wash

he also has a long-ass facial routine every night before bed, and you’ll often stand beside him and do your own: neutrogena salicylic acid facial cleanser, sephora toner, a serum that’s way too expensive, eye cream because he never sleeps, and a neutrogena hydro-boost moisturizer

he won’t let you touch his face for 10 minutes after his routine is done, no exceptions unless you’re crying

steven uses everist vegan shampoo and conditioner that comes in nice little waste-free aluminum tubes (except the cap, which he diligently returns to the company), and uses a nice bar of vanilla body wash from a local market

water. literally just water.

steven is the most likely to stay hydrated with a conscious effort all the time, but jake is just always thirsty

you got each of them a nice 30 oz bottle: navy blue for marc, sunflower yellow for steven, and burgundy for jake

steven’s is absolutely covered in stickers and dents, and he fills it up and drinks it 3 times a day at work

marc’s has very few dents, meticulous as he is. he’s pretty forgetful, but does his best to remember it and when he does, he gets through the bottle

jake’s is barely a cylinder anymore. it’s also not recognizable as red. everywhere he goes, he gets a sticker. everywhere. if he sees one while he’s on a mission, he’ll grab it and stick it in his bag to put on later that night. he has to fill it 10-11 times/day on missions, 4-5 if he’s not being too active

working out

jake fronts to run three miles every morning and does strength training at least 5 times per week. usually it’s early in the morning, he never sleeps more than 10 hours, and that’s only after hard missions. otherwise it’s a max of 8 hours. very unhinged.

marc likes to do cardio at night, especially if he’s stressed, which is 7 times out of 10

steven doesn’t work out. like ever. not even when he’s upset.

overall the body gets in 3-6 miles per day, and about 3 hours of strength training per day minimum

they’re strong as fuck

eating habits

jake, as the protector, knows how to cook

he also really enjoys it, cooking for you and himself at night or waking you up with a nice breakfast after he’s gotten back from the gym and showered

steven likes to eat, but oftentimes forgets, especially if he has his nose buried in a book

you’ve taken to leaving snacks on his desk— apples, pears, bits of the dark chocolate you know he likes— and packing him a lunch every day before work. you try to get him in a little of every food group: some yogurt, pinwheels, and more chocolate is his favorite meal you pack him

marc forgets all the time. every time he fronts, especially around a meal time, you grab him something good to eat. if he fronts for long periods of time, you’ll pack him full meals that will last with or without cooling. you always throw some beef jerky into his bag, too.

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The Notecard: Message Received

Focus Ship: Jake Lockley x Reader

Word Count: 1575

Content: Meeting Jake for the first time, Jake going “Damn B, you live like this”, pep talks, Marc and Steven mentioned (not shown), Jake being a softy who wants the best for you (in his own way) 

Summary: After the events of the Sunflower incident, you meet another alter– who pretended to be Marc at first. He says that you two need to have a talk, but he lets you get to know him a bit first

A/N: Criticism welcomed for the portrayal of the characters and DID. I hope you enjoy the fic, if not, Happy Scrolling!

It wasn’t unusual when there was a knock at the door in the early hours of the morning. Marc got off his shift at six in the morning and visited often to make some coffee, and have the odd breakfast when either of you were up for it– even though Marc himself would eat something more suited for a late lunch or dinner. When it first started, it used to be on Saturdays, then it bled into Fridays and Mondays, lately it just seemed to be any random day where Marc– or Steven– felt like dropping in for a visit.

You weren’t complaining much.

Sure, it was early and any day you would rather sleep in then have to worry about getting ready for work, but you wouldn’t trade breakfast with Marc and Steven for anything.

When you opened the door, “morning.” It definitely wasn’t Steven with his usual relaxed stance and soft gaze. His eyebrows were scrunched, his posture more sturdy than usual. “Is everything alright?”

“With me, yeah, everything’s alright. I came by to see how you are.” He waited for you to let him in, and every half second standing here was diegetically accompanied by a mental metronome. You don’t step away from the doorframe, you were caught up on scanning him. On paper, it looked like Marc was fronting, but it was just something. The vibes were off. 

 “You’re not Marc, are you?”

The man looked down and smiled to himself, “you’re right about that, Sunshine. I’ll give you that.” His shoulders dropped, and now you were more awake. You stepped back to let the man stroll in. “Let’s sit down and have a chat,” he used his chin to point to the couch while he took off his jacket. When he got his jacket off and you were still observing him,  he made a sort of ‘whatever’ motion, laid his jacket to the arm of the couch closest to the door then set himself down on the end of the other. 

Maybe it was because it was early in the morning, or that you didn’t expect another altar to come to your door without much pretext, but you were still trying to wrap your head around this. Maybe if he didn’t come to you at this time, when it was supposed to be Marc here, you would catch on quicker, or if he doesn't call you by that name. He didn’t feel like Marc or Steven, but the way he looked at you felt familiar– in the strange twist in your stomach way.

 It’s different from having a regular stranger waltz in your apartment for the specific reason that this new person had the same face of someone you know. Yet again, last time you were put in that situation, you were standing with Marc in Steven’s place. It was a learning curve, for sure, but it worked out– really well as it turned out. 

Despite your unease, he’s been patient with you. Even if you can hear the silent “come on, sit down” chanting in his thoughts as he looked over to you. You walked past him to grab the stool in your kitchen. When you came back around, you made full eye contact before setting it down closer to the couch. You can’t remember the last time your heart raced because you had to talk to someone.

“You’re nervous, I get it, let me tell ya what– ask me two-three questions, then we can get to what I want to talk to you about. Is that good?” 

You didn’t see anything wrong with that. You sat down on the stool, not thinking of the question, but what he wanted to talk about. This didn’t feel like an introduction, it felt as within the short time knowing him, you failed somehow. 

“Alright,” he lifted his hand holding three fingers up, arm resting on the couch. “Take it away.”

As you thought of the question, your eyes drifted to the side until zeroing on the jacket. “Marc and Steven never said anything about you. Do they know,” the question fell from your mouth before your brain could catch up with its analysis. 

He brought in his thumb, “No. I only show up when things need to get done. They won’t know we talked here either, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“That doesn’t sound right.” Despite the past week, that was not what you were worried about. Maybe if you had gotten to bed at a reasonable hour, you would’ve been.

He shrugged. “It is what it is. Next question.”

Your mind went to the sunflowers on your desk, now slightly wilted from their days catching up to them. “If you’re the one who sent the flowers, how’d you do that without them knowing?”

“It’s not hard,” he put his middle finger down. ”I go to a shop when we’re supposed to be asleep, pay in cash, have them deliver it.” As he spoke, you focused on how he moved his left hand to match what he said. “Last question.”

Quite honestly, you weren’t too sure what to ask of him. It would be stupid to waste your last question on asking him what he was doing here or why he would go out of his way to send you flowers when that’s the reason why he came. If you wanted to know that soon, literally any question would do, wouldn’t it? 

If he was trying to impersonate Marc earlier than he’s probably done it before. Thinking back on it, the reason why the vibes were off is because he told you he came “to see how you are”. Marc wouldn’t need to make that clear, not at this point, but this guy probably wouldn’t be present… “Do you have a name?”

“Jake.”

“Ja- Your name is Jake?”

“Yeah, what's the problem with that— Ya know what, it doesn’t matter,” Jake said, leaning forward. His eyes were intense and forbade you from looking away. ”Look, I don’t watch what you and the other two be doing too much, but something I notice is you talk around the subject like it’s nothing. Like I said earlier, I show up when things need to get done. Steven thinks if he waits it out then you’ll tell him, Marc thinks he should give you your space to figure it out yourself, but it’s been weeks; and since those two won’t say anything, I will. You haven’t been doing so hot lately.” 

So that was what he wanted to talk about. “Well, yeah, it’s been busy and then I got the flowers–”

“No. This started long before the flowers. Don’t try to deny it. You know it, I know it, and yeah, even the other two know.”

 “They didn’t say anything…” You try to break eye contact, but no matter what you chose to look at your eyes went back to his.

“Because they know how you are. If you’re having a problem, you deal with it yourself. If they try to figure out what it is you avoid the subject or tell them what’s surface level. Neither of us believe it, so here I am. What’s the problem?”

“There’s not a problem.”

“So you have all these piles lying around your place for decoration? Your fridge has been nearly empty for weeks, is that part of it too? Then you look like you’re going to pass out if you stand in one place for too long– don’t get me wrong, you don’t look bad, but you look like shit. So all this that we see, that’s all for the giggles?”

“No. Look, I know the house is a mess. It’s just– “ steading your breath, you tried to pick your words carefully while wishing that he hadn’t decided to pick at the cracks in your armor so calmly. While it was too early, it would’ve been easier to fight back against the man who had your lovers’ face.“I’ve been having issues keeping up and I don��t know why. There’s no reason for it, it’s just me. I thought I was getting better. I’m an adult, I should be able to handle these things, but, yeah, obviously not. I can handle this, I just need to stop being so damn lazy.”

“Laziness isn’t the issue here, sunshine. Listen, I’m not the best person to be talking, but I think you're either burnt out ‘cuz you’re stressed all the damn time, or you're spiraling downward. I know you're used to handling these things on your own, and you don’t want anyone knowing what’s going on in that head of yours, but these two they really love you. It’s nuts. If you’re going through it, just say the word and they’ll do everything they can. Don’t try to make their decision on if you deserve their help, we want to be there, okay?”

You sat there, absorbing his words for a long time. Then you nodded; at first to yourself, then at Jake. “Okay…”  You still had to digest everything, but, logically, you knew he was right. You couldn’t imagine how the conversation would go, maybe because it was still too early. Your mind was on Marc and Steven and the past few weeks, they were trying; and if Jake was right about them wanting to help then “I’ll talk to them.” 

“You promise?”

You looked up to Jake again and nodded. “I promise.”

Message received.

[fuck-goes-on]

Palpitation

pairing/s: marc spector x reader, steven grant & reader, moon knight & reader, mr. knight & reader, jake lockley & reader

summary: the first time marc sees you, he gives the body palpitations

warning/s: PALPITATIONS HOW CAN I MAKE IT CLEARER, fluff, hurt/comfort?, DID (persecutor protectors), NO POWERS, marc WAS an asshole but now isnt, steven is the host/original personality, he/they pronouns for steven grant

note/s: somewhat continuation of "Numerous"!!! so go read that first!!! howEVER, do not read if you are triggered by PALPITATIONS 💀👀

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Marc started out as a persecutor protector, someone who preyed on Steven's fears and constantly threatened them to stay inside and never go out because the world would undeniably hurt him. He was snappy and angry all the time; Angry at the world and at their abusers, angry that Steven was so helpless and needed so much support, angry that Marc had to take the brunt of their trauma.

Now, however, after many therapy sessions and long system talks with everyone, Marc lived as a protector for Steven. Someone who actually kept what mattered the most safe, and that was Steven. Someone who could be trusted and welcomed, instead of feared. And that changed how Marc looked at himself.

He was actually happy.

Marc wasn't thrilled with the idea that somebody was getting close to Steven.

When he found out about you, he ranted to their primary protector, Moon Knight, about how dangerous it could be and how eventually you were gonna hurt them. But Moon calmed him down, telling him that no matter what happened, what was important was that they were all going to be there for Steven. Marc wasn't satisfied with that answer, but he couldn't argue anymore that he already had.

So when you and Steven went out for the nth time to hang out, Marc was co-conscious with Steven. He was at the back of their brain, silently watching everything and observing the people around them. He was a trained mercenary, and his primary mission was to protect Steven.

Yet as you called out to Steven and walked towards them, Marc felt dizzy. You were Steven's friend? That absolute magnificent, gorgeous and stunning human being?

The body's heart started to beat fast and hard, feeling it jump in the throat and making the head fuzzy. It skipped a beat and made the body grunt out and stumble back.

You, considerate friend you are, caught him before they could crash backwards. You guided them to sit down on a nearby bench, rubbing and patting their head as they tried to breathe in and out.

What the fuck?

Shit shit shit shit—

"Steven? Are you okay?" You asked Marc— Steven? No, Marc— and kneeled down right in front of him. He could only nod in agreement as relief took over the body, the heart finally calming down as he rested.

What is going on here?

Marc?

I-I don't know—

Marc ignored the questions thrown to him in his head by the others, more enchanted by how you looked with your pretty white polka-dot green shirt and your sunflower embroidered jeans. You looked immaculate in his eyes.

However, his daydreaming was interrupted with your hand waving over his face, checking if he was still out of it or not. So Marc put on his best Steven impression on and hoped he could fool you until he could switch out with them.

"Wha?" Marc feigned confusion and looked around before setting his eyes on you. You sighed in relief and gave him a big smile, getting up from your kneeling position and sitting next to him.

Your hand rested on his arm as you ask again, "Are you okay, Steven?"

"Hm, yes, no, I'm... I'm okay." Marc gave his best goofy smile and patted your hand.

"Do you want to go to the cafe nearby? Be in the air conditioning and cool down from the heat?" Your voice was soft and gentle, carefully helping him stand, even though Marc knew he didn't need it.

"That sounds wonderful, love."

[virgin-mojitos]

STEVEN GRANT SFW ALPHABET -- PT 3

*hides behind steven* hEEeEeEeEEeeYYY hoWwWw are YOUU? im sorry ill leave my apology to the end but for now as my first part of the apology, i give you this. enjoy!

Melt – What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

I mean, im literally the adorblest? So anything I do steven finds endearing. No im just kidding. I think the little quirks you might dislike about yourselves steven will most definitely find endearing, might I even add that he will quickly take a picture of you and save it (or make it his lock screen depending on how embarrassing it is…steven is a big tease my mind won’t be changed)

So like for example, your concentrated face? You might furrow your eyebrows, he might just come over and hold your face in his hand and straighten the crease between your eyebrows with his thumb if he thinks you’re gonna give yourself a headache…he might kiss it, depending on how sappy hes feeling…

If you pucker your lips while doing something (I envy you, god has favorites and its you) he WILL come and kiss you (threat)

Aaaaand if youre like me and stick out the tip of your tongue when youre deeply concentrated (its very embarrassing that’s why I don’t study with a group of people) he will sneakily take out his phone and take a picture…and set it as his wallpaper while dying of laughter

BONUS: “wha-? Steven why are you laughing at your phone?” “oh nothing dar- *steven catches a glimpse of his wallpaper* “HAHAAHAHA” “WHATS SO FUNNY SHOW ME- GASP HOW DARE YOU” and then its uncontrollable giggles again…traitorous steven

Nicknames – What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

My British boi, ‘love’ ‘darling’ ‘my love’ all the cliché british nicknames honestly. Maybe a flower if you remind him of one ‘sunflower’ ‘rose’…might I even add that these are the nicknames he calls you in the bedr- NOPE NOPE bad Layla this is SFW *sprays self with holy water using water gun*

Oh deary, I think he also loves to be called ‘love’ or ‘lovie’ (its my favorite) but also I read this in another one shot where jake calls steven ‘mr sunshine’ AND I THINK ITS PERFECT!! Just yea that mmm. MR SUNSHINE (go check it out its so fucking good and the author is very talented and just- sorry sorry heres the link

Obvious – How obvious do they make it that they like you?

Not as obvious as you might think, but yes obvious enough

Puppy dog eye FOR DAYYYYSSSSS

Secret admirer sort of person me thinks?

Like he would definitely “accidentally” overhear a conversation youre having with one of your friends about your favorite chocolate or flower or book that you cant find in any library…and you would mysteriously find them on your desk – THAT IS IF you are quite intimidating or might come off as unapproachable in public (same, I swear we do not bite…ish). That is until you form some sort of friendship and then hes just VERY obvious but – I was gonna say he wouldn’t make the first move but I remembered how steven kissed Layla in episode 4 (no not me Layla, unfortunately) and made the first move! So don’t worry about making the first move if youre too shy or scared, steven will help…and potentially fuck it up because of his nerves and he will need your help, please help the poor guy.

HOWEVER if youre a ball of sunshine in public (I envy you) then you could both be idiots in love but please take your obvious mutual puppy love eye out of my face, im trying to eat my salad here..

Pets – Do they have pets? Do they want them?

yES pets! Gus the second my baby. He takes such good care of his fishies, will occasionally give them food that theyre not supposed to eat (LIKE SPRINKLES STEVEN???) but that’s because he likes to share his food.

Im also in love with the HC that the moon system has a cat (thanks to my baby girl jake) and her name is luna (ha ha). Hes a bit wary of having a feline but that’s just due to his protectiveness over gus, but he will definitely warm up to luna after a while (jakes her favorite tho)

Quiet – How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

Dreamy sigh. The quiet moments are definitely the highlights of his and your day. Especially if you are also ND and youre just overstimulated or just, had a loud day? Is that even a thing? A day where it was just too much. Too much noise. Too much people. Too many people. Those days. So yes the calm moments are all you ever want sometimes.

Romance – How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

Come on now, come on. Were talking about steven ‘I got chocolates and flowers to a date I don’t have recollection of planning’ grant. That steven. Of course, my boi is romantic

Also, steven reads a lot, his special interest might be ancient Egyptians, but at heart steven is one of us. He defo reads romance books, classic or modern. And the occasional erotica of course.

He just has a lot of things he wants to try and experiment with. Like ice skating as a date? (marc might need to intervene because marc is born on ice, just for the sake of the body not ending up black and blue) but besides marc potentially high jacking the date, youre all good.

Just little cutsy date ideas he read about. Hes also very creative with his date ideas, so most of you guys’ dates is very fun

GIFT GIVINGGGGGGGG

PHYSICSL TOUCCCCCCHHHH

Safe – What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

Hmmm. So it’s a pretty tricky thing with steven. I don’t think it would take much for steven to trust you? And with the wrong people this attribute can be totally misused and abused or taken for granted.

Hes been lately made aware of that (via jake) and he goes to be closed off for the days after receiving the news. Hes just walking down the street with his jacket held tightly around him and just nervously looking at everyone, thinking back to every time his kindness was taken for granted.

BUT THEN enter you! Youre so sweet and just accepting and just- hes rambling.

So he tells you about his tendency to overshare and trust easily, so, you smile softly at him and put a hand his hand and tell him “steven if im taking advantage of your kindness you wont know it!” IM KIDDDINGGGGG, but if you indeed say that to be a little shit (like moi) you tell him that youre joking and give him a hug and rub his back “ I would never take advantage of the thing that made me fall in love with you darling” and thats when he finally relaxes into your embrace.

HHHIYYAA im so sorry for this delay i had exams last week and was not the freest. so as my apology pt 3 and pt 4 are gonna be posted within hours of each other!!! woooOoOOoOoo and the crowd cheers!!!

also i listened to this playlist while writing, its not mk related or anything its just a good playlist?? im rambling im sorry.

as always REBLOGS AND LIKES HELP BOOST MY EGO

(if you want more of these for the rest of the boys just tell me!)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Your husband Rhett is at a rodeo out of state and sneaks behind the stands to call you because you're his good luck charm and even if you're not there to kiss him, he sure as hell isn't gonna ride without telling you he loves you.

743 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

#4

Marc: Fuck it up, buttercup.

Khonshu: Go for the kill, daffodil!

Steven: Fight the power, sunflower!

Jake: Riot, bitch.

974 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#3

in celebration of finally finishing Peacemaker S1

1,156 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

#2

Jake when Steven and Marc completely ignore his sarcophagus:

6,723 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Marc and Steven seeing the other sarcophagus whilst escaping:

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Des concerts à Paris et autour

Avril 24. Author & Punisher + Casio judiciaire – Espace B 25. Erik Minkkinen – L'Epoque 26. Éliane Radigue par H. Breschand & L.-M. Marion + "Solo" de Jakob Ullmann + Benoît Burello : "Asphodel & the Island Sun" – Collège des Bernardins 26. Tim Olive, Anne-F. Jacques & Pascal Battus + Ritual Extra + Vincent Malassis + Paul Gremare – tba 26. True Widow + King Woman – Espace B 26. Aluk Todolo + Oranssi Pazuzu – Petit Bain 26. Kas Product + Dear Deer – Batofar 26. Rodolphe Burger + Sylvain Vanot – Le 104 ||COMPLET|| 27. Daniel Bachman + Jake Xerxes – Le Zorba 27. Wild Classical Musical Ensemble + Magnetix – La Station 27. Gaëtan Boudy & Clément Hauvrette : cinéconcert sur "M le maudit" de F. Lang – Le Cirque électrique 27. La Femme + Superpoze (dj) + NSDos + Zaltan + DK + Epsilove – Cité des sciences et de l'industrie 27. Jean-Sébastien Mariage & Olivier Lété avec Vincent Fortemps (fest. OW-AO) – Le Générateur (Gentilly) 27. The Jesus & Mary Chain – Elysée Montmartre ||COMPLET|| 28. Julien Gasc + Forever Parot + Dorian Pimpernel + Orval Carlos Sibelius – La Station 28. PVT + Faroe – Point FMR 28. Oxbow + Celeste + Sumac + Inter Arma (Old Town Bicycle fest.) – Le Gibus 28. Patten + UVB 76 + Le Vasco + Der Amethyst – Supersonic 28. Laurent Garnier b2b Michael Meyer + Vitalic + S3A – Trabendo 28. Michel Deltruc & Patricia Dallio avec Maki Watanabe (fest. OW-AO) – Le Générateur (Gentilly) 28/29. Gaëtan Boudy & Clément Hauvrette : cinéconcert sur "M le maudit" de F. Lang – Le Cirque électrique 29. Sébastien Roux – Le Bal 29. Dälek + Ovtrenoir + Jaye Jayle + Emma Ruth Rundle (Old Town Bicycle fest.) – Le Gibus 29. Frustration + Cheveu + JC Satan + La Femme + Usé + Violence conjugale + Cannibale + Marietta (dj) + Topper Harley (dj) – La Machine ||COMPLET|| 29. Abstract Keal Agram – Trabendo (gratuit) 29. Unglee Izi + Mesa of The Lost Women + Videophage + Trous aux rats + Molière + Cuntre + Evil Moisture + DJ France-86 (fest. Premier sang) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 29. ErikM & Louise Leverd avec Clara Cornil (fest. OW-AO) – Le Générateur (Gentilly) 29. Silent Servant + Peder Mannerfelt + François X + Heartbeat + Valentino Mora + Amila – Concrete 29. Guts Pie Earshot + La Flemme – Centre Barbara-FGO 30. Las Ondes Marteles + Woodloop + Trotski nautique + Supertrump – Centre Barbara-FGO 30. Nadja + Matt Jencik + Ensemble économique – Supersonic (gratuit) 30. Seefeel + BLN – Batofar 30. Bagarre + Les Hôpitaux + Puzupuzu + Boe Strummer + Pasteur Charles + Bambina – Petit Bain 30. Jean-Léon Pallandre & Isabelle Duthoit avec Skallistan (fest. OW-AO) – Le Générateur (Gentilly)

Mai 01. Jean-François Pauvros avec Ludor Citrik & Joan (fest. OW-AO) – Le Générateur (Gentilly) 01. Black Marble – Batofar ||REPORTÉ|| 02. Antoine Schmitt, Violaine Lochu & Garth Knox (fest. OW-AO) – Le Générateur (Gentilly) 03. Meat Wave – La mécanique ondulatoire 03. Seabuckthorn + Raoul Vignal + Albane Aubry – Les 3 baudets 04. Group A + N.M.O. – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 04. Qual – Espace B 04. Jeff Mills : Spirale Deluxe – La Seine musicale (Boulogne-Billancourt) 05. La Novia & Yann Gourdon : “In C” de Terry Riley – Centre Pompidou 05. Poni Hoax + Yula Kasp – La Station 05. C.A.R. + Léonie Pernet + Lil'Sugar – Le Klub 05. Anetha – La Machine 06. Esmerine + Bärlin – Espace B 06. Little Nemo + Babel 17 – Candy Shop 06. Paris Acid Boys + Peev (Marathon électronique) – 6, rue de La Pointe (Romainville) 07. Infecticide – Supersonic (gratuit) 09. Blanck Mass – Point FMR 09. Erevan Tusk + Nick Grey & The Random Orchestra + Franck Rabeyrolles + Hop on Me – La Java 10. Zombie Zombie + Tomaga + None + Tristesse contemporaine (dj) (Zombie Jamboree fest./10 ans de Julie Tipex) – La Machine 11. Cocaine Piss + Miss France + The Sunflowers – Supersonic (gratuit) 11. Oiseaux-Tempête + L'Effondras + Noyades – Trabendo 11. Laetitia Sadier + Solo Astra + Beat Mark (Le Beau fest.) – Espace B 11. Ambassador 21 + Lying Figures + Wild + Yorblind – Bus Palladium 12. Wire + Blackmail + Teknomom – La Maroquinerie 12. Fabrizio Rat + Camera – La Station 12. Étienne Jaumet + Gilb'r + Tolouse Low Trax (Zombie Jamboree fest./10 ans de Julie Tipex) – La Machine 12. Manu le Malin + AZF + 14anger + Sinus 0 – La Machine 13. Collection d'Arnell Andrea – Batofar 13. Jumo + Giorgia Angiuli + Nova Materia (Sound Design Party|D'Days) – Gaîté lyrique 13. Mammane Sadi + Novella + Blondi's Salvation + Biche + Mohamed Lamouri (Le Beau fest.) – La Station 13. Headless Horseman + Ventress + Blindr + Illnurse + Paulie Jan – Trabendo 13. Bas Mooy + UVB + Charlton + Sleeparchive – Nuits fauves 14. Lee Patterson – péniche Adélaïde 14. Thee Oh Sees + Häxxan – Trabendo 15. Chameleons Vox + Blue Mountain Expansion – Supersonic 15. James Ferraro + Ducktails + Typhonian Highlife – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 16. ToutEstBeau + Fiodor Novski & The Shiners – Espace B 16. Guerre froide + Wallenberg + The Saint Cyr & Pascale Le Berre – Petit Bain 17. Xiu Xiu + Le Prince Harry + Delacave – Petit Bain 18. Poison Point – Angora bar (gratuit) 18. Molecule + Pierre Berthet & Rie Nakajima (Soirée sonore) – Centre Pompidou (gratuit) 18. Philippe Laurent + Das Ding – La Java 19. Eloïse Descazes & Eric Chenaux – Médiathèque musicale (gratuit) 19. Vril + Henning Baer + James Ruskin + DJ Pete + Parfait – Dock Eiffel (La Plaine-Saint-Denis) 23. Sleaford Mods + Mark Wynn – Gaîté lyrique 23/24. Pascal Bouaziz : musique live pour "Nos féroces" de Séverine Rième (Rencontres chorégraphiques de Seine-Saint-Denis) – théâtre Berthelot (Montreuil) 24. Death in Vegas – Gaîté lyrique 24. God is an Astronaut – Flow 25. Collectif_Sin (Villette sonique) – Wip 25. Keiji Haino, Merzbow & Balasz Pandi + Afrirampo + Puce Mary (Villette sonique) – Trabendo 25. RA + Drab Majesty – Espace B 26. Soviet Soviet + Empereur + Dead + Scaffolder – Supersonic (gratuit) 26. Royal Trux + Groupe Doueh & Cheveu + Uranium Club + Bernardino Femminielli (Villette sonique) – Grande Halle de La Villette 26. La Colonie de vacances (Villette sonique) – Périphérique 26. Actress + Jacques Greene – Nuits fauves 27. Annette Peacock + OOIOO (Villette sonique) – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 27/28. Princess Nokia + Randomer + Marie Davidson + Doomsday Student + Mandolin Sister + The Goon Sax + Pizza Noise Mafia + Deena Abdelwahed + Volition Immanent + Mdou Moctar (Villette sonique) – Parc de La Villette (gratuit) 28. Einstürzende Neubauten + Jenny Hval – Grande Halle de La Villette 29. Ruins + Akaten + Zubi Zuva X + Acid Mother Temple SWR + Acid Mother Kirisute Gomen + Psyche Bugyo + Makoto Kawabata + Zoffy + Atsushi Tsuyama + Emiko Ota (Japanese New Music) – Gaîté lyrique 29. MSHR + Max Eilbacher & Duncan Moore + Acqua Dentata + Meryll Ampe & Romain Arnette – tba 29. Psychic TV 3 + Aikula – Petit Bain 30. Broken Social Scene – L'Alhambra 31. The Make Up + The Blind Shake (Villette sonique) – Cabaret sauvage

Juin 01. Kim Myrh & Lasse Marhaug + EKT (EriKm, Harald Kimmig & Olaf Tzschoppe) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 01. Society of Silence + Charles Fencker – Nuits fauves 02. Ansome + Myler + Ossian + Ayarcana + 138 – La Machine 04. Karima Walker + Mikko Savela – tba 04. Anetha + Kas:st + Octave One + Paranoid London + Rodhad... – Vélodrome (Saint-Quentin-en-Yvelines) 06. John Russell + Michel Doneda & Lê Quan Ninh – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 08. Primal Scream – Gaîté lyrique 08. Mikky Blanco (Loud & Proud) – tba 08. Soror Dolorosa + Schonwald – Bus Palladium 08. Sida + Cellular Chaos – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 09. Blurt – Espace b 09. Maud Geffray + Chloé + Voiron + Casual Gabberz + Krampf – Gaîté lyrique 09. Skinny Puppy + Carpenter Brut (fest. Download) –  Base aérienne 217 (Brétigny/Orge) 10/11. Richie Hawtin + Flying Lotus + Jon Hopkins (dj) + Moderat + Motor City Drums Ensemble + Recondite + A Tribe Called Quest + Solange + Nicolas Jaar + Parcels + Jessy Lanza + Action Bronson + Anderson Paak + Abra... (We Love Green) – Bois de Vincennes 11. Inhalt + Poison Point – La mécanique ondulatoire 11. Amanda Palmer & Edward Ka Spel – La Cigale 14. King Dude + Suzie Stapleton – La plage de Glazart (gratuit) 14. Charlemagne Palestine – musée d'Art et d'Histoire du judaïsme 16. Warum Joe + Asphalt + Last Night + Police Control + Colombey – La Station 22. Joëlle Léandre & Mike Ladd – Galerie Hus (sur résa) 30. Geneviève Pasquier + Position parallèle + Black Light Ascension – Le Zèbre de Belleville 30>10.07. Air + Metronomy + Jarvis Cocker & Chilly Gonzales + Savages + Devendra Banhart + Michael Kiwanuka + Tindesticks présentent "Minute Bodies" + James Vincent McMorrow + Lady Sir (Rachida Brakni & Gaëtan Roussel) + Kate Tempest + Calypso Valois + The Color Bars Experience joue Nick Drake (fest. Days Off) – Philharmonie

Juillet 01. Ke/Hil + Kommando + Tunnels of Āh + AntiVallium – Le Zèbre de Belleville 01/02. Soichi Terada + Antal b2b Hunee + San Proper + Margie + Renart + Mézigue + Rendez-vous... (Macki Music fest.) – parc de la mairie (Carrières/Seine) 02. The Color Bars Experience joue Nick Drake (Days Off) – Salle de répétition|Philharmonie 02. Tindersticks : cineconcert sur "Minute Bodies" de Suart Staples (Days Off) – Cité de la musique 03. Metronomy (Days Off) – Salle Boulez|Philharmonie 04. Savages + Kate Tempest (Days Off) – Cité de la musique 05. Group Doueh & Cheveu – Institut des Cultures d'Islam 06. Devandra Banhart  + Lisa Hannigan (Days Off) – Salle Boulez|Philharmonie 07/08. Varg + Exal + BLNDR + Ancient Methods + Voiski + AZF + Marie Davidson + Fils de Vénus + Nina Kraviz + Dixon + Marcel Dettmann + Moodymann + Apollonia + Levon Vincent + Midland Romare + Kaytranada + The Martinez Brothers + Jackmaster + DVS1 + Jlin + Avalon Emerson + Raheem Experience + Konstantin + Peggy Gou + Hugo LX + TGAF + Bamao Yende... (Peacock Society) – Parc floral (Vincennes) 07/08. Daikiri + Gloria + Tomaga + Le Villejuif Underground + The Limiñanas + Hey Colossus + Fai Baba... (La ferme électrique) – La Ferme du Plateau (Tournan-en-Brie) 08. Sourdure + Piu Piu (dj) + N.M.O. + Danny L. Harle (dj) (Siestes électroniques) – musée du Quai Branly (gratuit sur résa) 08. Air (Days Off) – Salle Boulez|Philharmonie 09. Jarvis Cocker & Chilly Gonzales (Days Off) – Cité de la musique 09. Carl Stone (dj) + Manu le Malin (dj) (Siestes électroniques) – musée du Quai Branly (gratuit sur résa) 10. Sufjan Stevens, Bryce Dessner, Nico Muhly & James McAlister (Days Off) – Salle Boulez|Philharmonie 15. Blawan – Rex Club 21. Hocico + Shaârghot – Petit Bain

Août 25>27. PJ Harvey + The XX + At the Drive In + Franz Ferdinand + Cypress Hill + Ty Segall + Rone + The Kills... (Rock en Seine) – Parc de Saint-Cloud

Septembre 21. Ennio Morricone – Bercy Arena 22. She Past Away – Petit Bain 27. Sigur Ros – Grand Rex ||COMPLET|| 28/29. Sigur Ros – Grand Rex

Octobre 03. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Zénith ||COMPLET|| 04. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Zénith 14. Wardruna – La Cigale 23. Mogwai – Grand Rex 28. Peter Hook & The Light – Le Trianon

Novembre 15. Igorrr – La Maroquinerie

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