#marc is so fucking thoughtful like BOTH his parents

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

FFXIV Write: Another Free Day

In which Marcelin Varlineau proposes to Ebegei Mol and receives a stunning answer. SFW.

“Marc, try this!”

“Marc, look what my insert relative’s name here made! Try it! Please!”

These were common refrains Marcelin Varlineau heard from his partner sounds so dreary but lover isn’t quite appropriate to use around family so perhaps significant other? Ugh. That’s even worse. They, along with his parents, were attending a hunt and feast to celebrate a religious holiday for the Mol tribe.

Of course, that meant Ebegei was introducing him to a seemingly endless number of relatives of hers as well as occasionally being given a look from his father which Marcelin knew to mean “get your ass over here so Mum can brag about you.”

Which she’s done a lot.

Presently, Marcelin was debating when the “right” time was.

We’ve been left alone for the past few minutes, so maybe we can…I can…

“Hey Begi,” Marcelin leaned down to kiss her head. “Can we go somewhere private for a minute or two?”

The xaela looked up at him, puzzled. “Are you well?”

Shit.

He reassured her (I hope) with another kiss, this time on her forehead. “Fine, my love. But there’s something I must speak to you about.”

Still very much skeptical, Ebegei nodded, let her mother know they were leaving for a bit, and then accompanied him to her favorite rock formation outside Mol Iloh.

He smiled to himself as he thought about the first time she had taken him there.

“Marc, like this. Pick me up and…” She gestured to a ledge. “We’ll be the same height if I sit!”

She’s under five fulms.

I’m six fulms eight inches.

With a half smile and shaking his head, Marcelin did as his lady ordered, and to his shock, she was completely right---face to face.

“Told you, Marc.”

And then she kissed him.

As did he that first time he did so again.

And soon as he placed her on the ledge, she wrapped her legs around him as much as she can and kissed him soundly.

“Begi,” Marcelin panted, smiling. “I need to ask you something…”

She raised an amused eyebrow. “Then ask, Marc.”

My darling Ebegei is nothing if not direct.

“Will you marry me, Ebegei Mol?” He whispered, cupping her face in his calloused hands. Please say yes. Please. Please. Please. PLEASE.

Ebegei struggled not to grin. “Only if you marry me tonight.”

WHAT?!?!

Marcelin blinked several times. “I…fuck, Hami will kill me if I—”

“Marc, Hami’s in Reunion. He’s on his way here with Daisuke.” WHAT?!?!?! SHE DID?!?! WAIT---DID SHE??!?! “I know it makes you sad that you and Hami aren’t together more, so I asked if he and Daisuke could attend as well. They were delayed in Gridania, which is why they’re late…” She chuckled apologetically. “I wanted it to be a surprise. Little did I know—” She tapped her head and laughed. “You already planned to propose!” She guided his hands from her face to her waist. She looks at me like I’m the only person on the star. “Oh Marc, you’re the greatest joy of my life. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Thank fuck.

He exhaled and pulled a ring from his trouser pocket. “This is a very special ring, Ebegei.” Marcelin held it between two fingers, his gaze never leaving hers. “You see it’s made from wood, yes? The wood is maple from Coerthas. And you see the inlay? Crushed shells from eastern La Noscea with mother of pearl from the Ruby Sea, white gold shavings I bought from Reunion last time we were here, and diamond dust from Thavnair. I worked with a goldsmith in Ul’dah to put it all together.” This has been my special project for the past six moons. Bells and bells toiling away. Worrying if she’ll like it…

Her pink eyes widened and then suddenly, she threw her arms around his neck. “All the pieces of us…our families…I love it. I love it.” Ebegei placed several kisses on his soft cheek. “I love you, Marc. My sun, moon, and stars.” Ooooooh, I know that look. She grinned madly, kissed him one more time, took the ring out of my hand, and then nudged him back so she could hop off the ledge. “Come. Let’s get married.”

And so we married in Mol Iloh in front of her family and tribe…and Mum and Dad and Hami and Daisuke.

Sorry, rest of my siblings.

We’ll have a party at the Shirogane house to celebrate.

[sl0t4matt]

m. guiu bfb! head canons 18+

bfb= best friends brother also listened to this on repeat while writing lol

best friends brother

bfb! marc, that you had a crush on since middle school. embarrassing? you know.

bfb! marc, who’s his and his sisters fights you were watching. not sure what to do, you just waited until they were finished screaming at each other. he even looked good angry with the way his jaw was clenching. annoying, really.

bfb! marc, that randomly comes into his sisters room whenever you’re there, annoying her.

bfb! marc, that chews louder on purpose just to annoy the both of you. seriously, ew!

bfb! marc, that you thought you never even had a chance with. him only ever seeing you as his sisters weird best friend.

bfb! marc, that got even handsomer this summer. that asshole.

bfb! marc, who you sometimes thought was going to make a move. or maybe it was all in your head.

bfb! marc, that started to notice how much your body has changed when he saw you at the beach this summer. maybe he was a bit of a freak for watching you lay there, tanning yourself but fuck. how could he not look at you, with the way your nipples were peeking through that bikini of yours, that shows you off in every right places. fuck when did you get tits and when did his sisters best friend get so hot?

bfb! marc, that comes into his sisters room, acting like he needs something, only to get to see you. you hold eye contact for a few seconds, until martina scolds him out again.

bfb! marc, that only gets along with his sister when their parents are out of town and they throw a party. it’s a win- win situation. he’s getting an opportunity to get laid and you and martina have a reason to get drunk. (also the getting laid part).

bfb! marc, that secretly told every guy in town not to start anything with you. seriously, how immature?!

bfb! marc, that you got caught making out with by his sister on their party. yikes!

bfb! marc, that got yelled at by his sister, her not even being slightly mad at you, since she thought it was her fuck boy of a brother trying to get on her nerves again. she assumed it was one sided and that you would never like an annoying and stupid guy like him. but that’s exactly your type.

bfb! marc, that tries to talk to you after that kiss, but you kept on ignoring him, not wanting to jeopardise you and martinas relationship.

bfb! marc, that finally got you to talk to him which lead you to the backseat of his car. poor martina..

bfb! marc, that you agreed with that your relationship with him stays on the hook up basis.

bfb! marc, that is down badd for you, begging for you to go down on him. in his words your head ‘game’ being unreal. 😭

bfb! marc, that gets off on your snaps.

bfb! marc, that even though your relationship status being purely ‘hooking up’, doesn’t want you to be with any other guy.

bfb! marc, that invites you over to his house whenever his sister isn’t there. like right now. “so, what do you wanna do?” he asks. you roll your eyes. “i don’t know, play with barbie dolls?” you reply, laughing. “yeah, whatever.” he scoffs, his head disappearing in the covers, as he goes down on you. he starts by leaving wet kisses over your stomach, travelling them down until he meets your needy cunt. you bite your lip, reaching out to his hair, gripping it. his hand slides up your body, going under your top to grip your tit. you pull the covers slightly down, catching him smirking. “you wanna see what i’m doing to you like little slut, don’t you?” he chuckles, lowly. “shut up.” you mutter, placing his head back to where you need him the most. “marc have you taken my-.” fuck. martina. “shit. fuck. get out!” marc jumps, getting off of you. the door slams shut, leaving you and marc looking at the door, still in shock. you get up, leaving marc’s room to get into martina’s. you sigh, knocking on her door before getting in. you sit down beside her on the bed, your hand meeting your head. “i’m so sorry. fuck, i don’t know what i was thinking.” you sigh, shaking your head. you turn around to face her. “i swear i was gonna end it.” “we’re you really? do you like him?!” she whisper yells. “i-. i don’t know.” you avoid her eyes. looking into them while you weren’t being true to her was never your specialty. “you do!” she shakes her head, huffing. “i did since middle school, martina-.” you try explaining before she cuts you off. “he’s going to break your heart.” she says before getting up, leaving you in the room alone.

bfb! marc, that finally caught you after all the time you’ve been ignoring his texts. “please, let’s talk through we can-.” you cut him off. “we can what marc? hook up again? god are you seriously that dumb?!” he sighs. “you know how weird it’s been between us her after it happened? i had to regain her trust after eighteen years of friendship. i’m not gonna ruin that just because i like you.” you say in one breathe. “you like me?” he furrows, looking down on you. “shit, i shouldn’t have said that.” you sigh, shaking your head. “you like me?” he asks, repeating himself. “it doesn’t matter now.. but yes, i do.” you look up at him. “i like you too.” he mutters. “marc we can’t.” you whisper. he takes your hands in his, reassuring you. “she’s gonna have to live with it. not everything is about her, she has to see that.” he scoffs. “don’t say that.” you tell him, rolling your eyes. he shrugs.

bfb! marc, who’s sister you told about him also liking you. she wasn’t so happy to hear about it at first but ‘had to live with it’ just like marc said.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Burning Wood

Marc Spector x GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: Marc gets a boner.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: One day I'll have to answer for my sins.

Warnings: blow job in a forest, Marc calling reader 'baby', getting a boner in public and being a little into it, swearing, typos - my head is really not in the game atm, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1831

Marc pressed his cold nose into your neck as he hugged you from behind. You shiver, instinctively flinching away from his touch and he giggles. 

He presses his nose against you again. 

“Marc,” you chastise, but there’s humour in your voice.

“What?” He grins, obviously knowing exactly what he’s doing. 

“How is your nose so freezing?”

“How is your neck so warm?” 

You chuckle and sigh, putting your hands over his arms. You both stare at the bonfire for a moment longer. 

“I don’t get how you can be cold standing next to this thing,” you motion your hands to the flames. 

Marc jogs on the spot a little, just to amuse you. “It’s cold, let’s stand closer.” 

You laugh. “We’ll be in the fire.”

“Hmmm,” he nuzzles into your neck again and kisses your skin lightly. “Nice and toasty.” 

So far, Marc had enjoyed visiting your family, even if they did live in the middle of nowhere. He thought he was going to go a little stir crazy at first, playfully making shinning jibes, but then he’d kind of… got used to it. The stillness. The forest walks. The tiny village with the population of 62. 

A few kids ran around with sparklers under the watchful gaze of their parents, several people held out marshmallows need the flames. There was warm mead and hot chocolate if anyone wanted it. 

Marc sighed, resting his chin on your shoulder for a second before he muttered, “my hands are cold too.” 

“Marc,” you laugh, “you’re wearing gloves.” 

“I know.”

“Well, you’re not putting them on me.”

“But you’re so warm.” He teases, tensing his arms as if he’s going to move and try to sneak under your shirt. 

“Fuck off.” You grin and grab hold of his hands to stop them going anywhere.

“That’s not nice,” he pouts playfully. “I’m going to freeze to death and you're not going to help me?” 

“You are not, besides, I thought Chicago got pretty cold? Shouldn’t you be used to this?” You tease. 

He grumbles something into your shoulder.

“What?” 

“I said, Chicago isn’t damp cold. Here’s damp cold. Gets into everything.” 

You snort. “Aww, poor baby.” 

“Yeah,” he nods and kisses your cheek. “Poor me, where’s the sympathy for me?” 

You can hear the grin in his voice, he always loved playing up because it made you laugh. Though he seemed a little extra needy right now. Not normally the one for physical affection in public. Maybe the darkness of the night helped.

The bonfire snaps a little, still going strong and you pat Marc’s hair with your gloved hand as you lean back against him. 

He sighs, pressing his face into your shoulder as you brush against the semi-hard outline of cock. 

You pause. Ah. So that was why he was being so handsy. 

“Ohhhhh,” you whisper, dragging out the word to be a menace and lean back again a little to press against his bulge. “I see, hugging me so that you can use me as a shield for prying eyes are you?”

“No.” He says into your shoulder, his voice obscured by your coat. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Okay, well I’ll just-” You go to move but his arms tighten around you.

“Stay here.” 

You giggle. 

He lifts his head up and kisses your cheek again. “I did not hug you to use you as a shield,” he tries to sound stern but the smile in his voice wins out. “I came to hug you and…”

“And?” You raise an eyebrow at him. 

“And then this happened.” 

“From a hug?” You say disbelievingly. 

“Hmm,” he grumbles.”You smell nice.” 

You laugh, “I smell like burning wood.” 

“Yeah, well, that and your natural smell,” he nuzzles into your neck again and breathes deeply. “Smells really good. Smells like… comfort, or something.” 

Despite the sweet tone to his words, you can’t resist a tease. “And that made you horny?”

He tuts and rolls his eyes, giving you a little squeeze. “Yes, okay, it made me really horny. Happy?” 

You pause and then nod, “yes.” You say with a touch too much enthusiasm and Marc laughs. 

“Okay, well good to have your approval.” 

You smile and lean back against him, pressing your back to his chest. There’s a pause before you push back a little more, rubbing against his erection again. 

He stifles a moan into your coat. “Stop it.” He hisses, but you can tell he doesn’t mean it. 

“Stop what?” You say innocently. 

“You know what.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Marc.” You punctuate the end of the sentence by gently leaning back and rolling your hips against him. 

He groans softly and presses into you. You hear the click in his throat as he swallows. “Do you want me to come in my jeans? Because that’s what’s gonna happen if you keep doing that.” He hisses.

“What?” You say, all mock surprise. “So quickly.” 

He lets out a little grunt of annoyance and presses his face back into your coat.

The realisation that maybe Marc Spector was a little into the risk of being caught started to piece together in your mind. 

You pause for a second before deciding. “Okay.” You pull out of his embrace and turn to face him. 

“Okay?” He startles, his eyebrows pinched together in disappointment, thinking the game is over. 

“Hmm,” you smile sweetly and take his hand before you start walking and urging him to follow. It takes him a second to get the hint. 

No one else seems to notice, or mind, as you both head away from the celebrations. Following the little well trodden path that leads back to the village. 

Marc follows close, a step behind until you are far enough away from the bonfire to be seen by anyone there, but close enough that the light from it just about illuminates your path. 

You guide him off the trail into the thick outcrop of trees.

“Baby, what are we-”

You silence him with a harsh kiss, licking into his mouth when he parts his lips in surprise. He moans instantly, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you close even as you push him up against a thick oak tree. 

He kisses back needily, his breathing already ragged and cheeks warm. His nose, however, is still cold. 

You kiss his cheek lightly before you trail your lips down his jaw and nip lightly at his pulse point. 

He groans, bucking against you and squirming a little, biting his lip to keep himself vaguely quiet. 

“Didn’t realise you had a thing for the outside.” You tease and Marc huffs. 

“I don’t.” 

“Sure, sure,” you suck on his neck and he gasps, his body bending toward you, trying to wrap itself around you. You slowly run your hands down to his cock, the poor thing trapped in the tight confines of his jeans. 

He groans again, the sound grumbling through his chest and into you. “Baby,” he bites his lip, and even though you can’t make out his exact expression in the poor light, you can picture it perfectly in your mind. How his brow furrowed needily, how wide his pupils were.

You unbuckle his belt, the sound of the leather opening makes his eyes roll back and he has to bite his tongue to stop the loud moan that threatens to escape. 

He stays still as he can as you undo his jeans, his hands on your arms, needing to touch you and keep you close despite wanting to give you room to manoeuvre. 

And when you sink to your knees he shudders, throwing his head back against the tree bark and sighing softly. 

You take your gloves off and shove them into your coat pocket.

“Baby, I-” He swallows down his words, screwing his eyes tight as your warm hands pull him free and you suck on his head. 

Precum spreads across your tongue, salty and rich as you moan softly, the reverberations running down the length of him and making his muscles twitch. 

You pull back, just enough to pump the length of his a few times while your other hand massages his balls, one finger lightly pressing on his perineum. 

He shudders, sighing out into the darkness as you lap at his weeping slit with the flat of your tongue, running it along and swirling around his tip before swallowing him down. 

He cries out, grabbing hold of your shoulders as you take him as deeply as you can. He fights the urge to buck up and thrust himself completely in your throat, his bottom lip between his teeth as you move up and down, drawing his pleasure out like poison from a bite. He tries to fight against it, tries to prolong the sensation as long as he can, to relax into it. But he’s too worked up, too desperate. And his orgasm rapidly approaches. 

The earth and dead leaves are soft under your knees, the dampness of the dirt soaking a little into your trousers, but you don’t mind. Focusing solely on Marc’s little whimpers and pleads, sounds you’re sure he doesn’t even realise he’s making. 

How his legs shake, how his cock twitches in your throat, how his fingers dig into you. 

He rolls his hips slightly, panting and you know he’s close, practically there. Warmth builds in your chest, pride at how trusting he is with you, how he knows you’ll take care of him. 

You sink lower, relaxing your throat as much as you can and slipping him a centimetre further inside. 

Marc gasps, the sound loud but not enough to raise suspicion, he bucks once, swearing and trying to mutter a warning but you press closer to him and swallow as he spirts into your throat. 

He shakes as stars explode behind his eyes, as pleasure washes over him and momentarily rids him of his strength. He moans your name softly, gasping and keeping a firm hold on your shoulder to keep himself upright. 

You keep moving, letting him ride his orgasm out before you lick him clean and tuck him back into his jeans. 

You laugh a little as you try to get the zip up. 

“What?” He smiles, his voice floaty and wonderfully blissed out. 

“I can’t get your jeans closed with your dick still hard.” You giggle. 

“Oh,” he chuckles and helps you to your feet. “Don’t worry about it.” He kisses your cheek, your neck, nipping lightly at your skin before he kisses your lips and holding you close. 

“Don’t worry about it?”

“Yeah, well, we’re going back to the house anyway.”

“Oh, are we?” You smile.

He nods. 

“I thought we were going back to the bonfire?” You tease. 

He growls playfully, kissing the spot just under your ear. “Oh no, we’re going back and I’m going to fuck you into the mattress and make you scream while the village is empty and everyone else is here.” 

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MEDICAL LEAK AU pt2

Part 1 here

Chapter 2 is up on ao3

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Please be advised of content warning for suicide - no descriptions but some cruel words - see ao3 for sections to skip and message me if you need to.

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Would you still love me if I told you my darkest secrets?

Ch 2-

~3k

They stumble through the doorway to the motorhome, Marc instantly collapsing onto the worn couch tucked into the corner. Alex has procured a blanket from somewhere and is busily tucking it around him, refusing to let Marc out of his sight. He bustles around the small kitchenette, busying himself with making some coffee.

Neither of their parents were able to attend the race this weekend. Marc doesn’t know if he is grateful for that, or not. They both knew, of course. It had been a testing time for the family, the fallout with Valentino, along with the public backlash, and Marc’s declining mental health had left him heartbroken and hopeless. After his first attempt, Marc returned to his room stripped bare. All signs of Valentino Rossi expunged whilst he was in a hospital bed; the only reminder was his broken heart. It had just made Marc cry harder at the time, Roser wrapped around him in his childhood bedroom. It had taken him many years to pick up the pieces after that, with several other falls along the way. But he takes comfort in the fact he is still here, life has beaten him down over and over; he has been kicked (literally), beaten, and spat out by both Vale and the media, but he always kept going. His family has made it out, they are safe, and he is safe. And really, that is all he can ask for.

Alex observes Marc with increasing concern. He has been on the sofa, swaddled in blankets, for 45 minutes with no signs of movement. His coffee mug is forgotten in his hands, as he stares blankly at the wall, no doubt revisiting the years that haunted them both. As much as Marc likes to pretend that he is unaffected, Alex knows that those years did lasting damage to his psyche; he has noticed in the way he acts around others, how he no longer trusts so easily, and how he seems to be acting around almost everyone except a select few people. He knows that his older brother harbours a lot of guilt for the past, thinking that he had done Alex some kind of disservice. Alex is just glad he still has an older brother.

At some point a Gresini representative knocks on the motorhome door, speaking to Alex in hushed tones. After they leave, Marc numbly listens to his brother relaying the extent of the damage. The media has found out about Marc’s suicide attempts in 2015, but no one knows the details, and it is hoped that it will stay that way. So far, no other records have been accessed, or at least not published. Legal is already working tirelessly to understand what has gone wrong, but for now there is nothing Marc can do. News has spread fast, and Marc does not doubt that by tomorrow the entire grid will know about how fucking pitiful he is. The thought makes his head hurt and his eyes water.

“You should try to get some sleep. The team are putting out a statement about respecting your privacy but for now there is nothing more we can do”.

Marc nods slowly, feeling adrift amongst all that has happened today. He rises unsteadily to his feet and shuffles to the bathroom. He flicks the switch and blinks heavily at the harsh lights which blind him. He almost doesn’t recognise the person in the reflection, with a pale face and hollow eyes. He shudders, it reminds him of a time when every mirror would render the same hideous portrait of despair every day. Marc pointedly avoids looking at his reflection again. He knows Alex won’t leave him alone tonight, fearful of the unhealed wounds the past has left which have once again been reopened. Instead, with a resigned sigh, Marc finishes in the bathroom and hauls himself into bed, Alex curling up on the other side. The position is so reminiscent of their younger years, filling him with a hollow kind of sadness. A heavy blanket of exhaustion weighs upon him, and that, alongside his brother's soothing presence, lulls him into a deep sleep.

*

Marc awakes to an empty bed and the sound of knocking on their motorhome door. He takes a moment to recentre himself. It must be around 8 am, given the way the light spills in from the window. It is Saturday morning in Misano and yesterday the entire MotoGP world discovered arguably his biggest secret. Marc isn’t sure good morning is appropriate.

The hushed whispers of two familiar voices filter in from the living area, clearly speaking softly to let Marc rest. He groans and blindly feels around for his phone, before remembering that Alex had taken it off him at some point yesterday. It was probably for the best that he didn’t know what the media were saying right now. Bastards.

He rolls out of bed, grabs a pair of sweats and the first t-shirt he sees (it is definitely Alex’s, given that it’s way too long for him) and stumbles into the kitchen, where a cup of coffee is already waiting on the counter. He has never been more grateful for his little brother and his worldly knowledge that 8 is too early for Marc. He’s a little shocked to see Aleix Espargaro sitting next to his brother on the sofa, both watching him with matching worried expressions. He would laugh at the sight of the two men mirroring each other in such a dad-coded way, if not for the current circumstances. Instead, he frowns back at them. Aleix rises to his feet, approaching Marc cautiously, giving him a chance to move away, before drawing him into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

The older man holds him for some time, Marc’s head tucked into his neck. As he pulls away, Aleix’s hands come to the side of his face, holding him gently.

“Promise me you will tell me if it happens again, I do not like the thought of you in so much pain. But now I see that you have already been through it. You should never have had to do it alone, Cariño.”

His eyes are anguished but sincere throughout his speech, observing Marc with undisguised worry and affection. Marc can’t stand it and looks away once Aleix has released him, worrying his lower lip. The older man takes this as his cue, thanking Alex for his coffee, and quietly making his way over to the door, not before shooting him a concerned glance.

“You will let me know if anyone gives you shit today, I will keep an eye out for you. Look after yourself, Marc.”

And with that, he’s gone, the quiet snick of the door behind him. Marc raises an eyebrow at Alex.

“What was that?”

Alex sighs, “He is concerned about you, hermano, he has always had a soft spot for you. He is annoyed at himself for not noticing sooner.”

“I hide it well”

“I know”

*

The rest of the morning is relatively normal. The people he interacts with are evidently unsure of the acceptable conduct for this situation; Marc finds it terribly amusing, in a dark kind of way. He has decided the best course of action is to pretend nothing has happened in the twisted hope that if he ignores it, everyone else will too. He’s sure his old therapist would be delighted. The security presence in the paddock appears to have suspiciously doubled overnight. People are staring, he can feel it in the way the back of his neck prickles, but no one approaches him. He doesn’t care if they must bring in the goddamn military if that’s what it takes to prevent another PR disaster.

He makes it to the pitlane in record time, dodging all signs of human life, taking the back alleys wherever possible. He enters the rear entrance of the Gresini garage, finding his crew to check in before qualifying. He is pleased with the bike set-up from yesterday, feeling confident in the pace this weekend. On the bad days, Marc thinks he will never know the feeling of winning again, that he will never experience a champagne shower from the top step of the podium, the world chanting his name. That he will fade into irrelevance, a has-been of the sport, once Valentino Rossi’s great rival, now just another name. But this year is the closest he has come in 3 years, and he is not willing to let go without a fight, because Marc Marquez is synonymous with winning, it is his purpose and his destiny. If he is not riding, if he is not winning, he does not know who he truly is.

He watches the junior categories warm up, reminiscing on those days of his career, before the pressure and before Valentino. He is glad to see David achieving so much this season. He sees a younger version of himself in the boy and it scares him, terrified that the young Columbian will get burnt in the same way that Marc did. He vows to do everything in his power to protect him but let him grow into the world champion he is destined to be. They already training together, and Marc can see the way he is rubbing off on the teenager, he just hopes that does not become a curse.

*

The second free practice of the weekend occurs without a hitch, landing both Alex and Marc into Q2, much to the chagrin of the Italian fans (and really, could people not let it go by now?). Marc is determined not to let the recent events hinder his performance. Despite this, he is increasingly aware of his rising anxiety about facing the others on the grid. His mind is consumed by thoughts of judgement and disgust, creating pictures of his colleagues deserting him, refusing to be seen with him as in 2015. No matter how hard he tries, even after his talk with Aleix this morning, he is frantic with worry, unable to sit still.

“You will wear a hole in the floor if you do not stop soon.”

Alex appears from around the corner, watching him pace.

“We need to get ready. Are you feeling okay?”

Marc can’t face the idea of putting the younger through even more pain because of him, so he simply nods in agreement, refusing to meet the unconvinced look Alex is no doubt giving him.

He already has his leathers on, so he grabs the rest of his kit, and starts towards his crew, Alex heading in the opposite direction. He shoves down his fear and greets the people waiting for him with a plethora of fist bumps and hugs. He is grateful that his team are treating him as usual, seemingly recovered from yesterday’s shock. Some had wrapped him in a hug earlier this morning, others laying comforting hands on his shoulders, unabashedly showing their support and filling him with warmth. He holds onto that feeling as he prepares to ride, knowing a few more people are fighting in his corner.

*

Marc feels alive. The bike is singing underneath him, so responsive to him. Every move is calculated to perfection, cornering on the edge of impossible - he’s probably giving the guys in the garage a heart attack every lap. But he feels like he’s flying, whipping around the track on a bike that loves him as much as he loves it. He knows he’s putting in good times, his pace almost matching the newer Ducati, something which is the talk of the paddock at the moment. The move to a different constructor has brought a new lease of life to his career, quieting the doubts and prompting the whispers: “Marc Marquez is back”.

By the time the checkered flag falls, Marc is on top of the world. His mind wiped clear of the media, Valentino, and 2015. He doesn’t know where he placed, and it isn’t until he looks up at the timing board and sees his 93 at the top of the list, that he allows himself to grin.

Marc rides back to the garage, tailed by Alex, still grinning under his helmet. He is greeted and is greeted with a warm reception from the team, cheering as he and his brother come to a halt. He is rained in congratulations from his team, hands slapping his back and wide smiles directed at him. It is then that he spots Dovi. His old friend is standing to the side, a proud smile face. Marc has no idea what he is doing here, but he isn’t about to complain, having missed the older man in recent years. Dovi was one of the few people who had his back all those years ago, for which he is endlessly grateful. He jumps off his bike and almost straight into Dovi’s arms, uncaring of the cameras trained on the pair.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ah, can I not come and see my friend outperform everyone in the sport that we both love?”

Marc huffs a laugh in response, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. He knows why Dovi is truly here, despite his friend’s bullshit, but he cannot bring himself to be annoyed about his obvious weakness. It is nice to have a friend who is not Alex around. He knows affection is rolling off him in waves but simply does not care -pleased at the ease that is quick to settle between them, despite the years.

“I will be with you in a few minutes, go annoy someone else whilst we debrief”

Dovi laughs at that, making Marc grin, all teeth, in return.

Debrief is a quick affair, the team are delighted with p1, and simply want to talk about the race set-up, as well the minute areas for improvement on track. They release Marc after 20 minutes, giving him proud smiles and comforting touches as he leaves. He is once again overwhelmed by his love for the team which has re-awoken his passion for the sport which has taken but also given him so much.

A quick scan of the garage tells him Dovi has found one Alex Marquez to annoy, much to Marc’s amusement. He grabs his phone off the table (he had regained possession of it from Alex earlier) and turns it on for the first time in 12 hours, desperate to check his messages since he has 5 minutes to himself. He scrolls through his notifications.

His manager and parents have messaged, the latter asking him to call them when he has a chance, although he’s sure they have probably spoken to Alex, explaining the lack of urgency. He has a message from Casey Stoner, telling him to keep his head up and to ignore the media, although his choice of words is a little stronger. Marc lets out a startled laugh, warmed by the unexpected gesture from the older man. The next text makes him stop in his tracks, confusion bubbling inside him. It’s from an unknown number, and simply reads “Stop playing games.” A sense of unease fills Marc as he deletes the message, unwilling to entertain whoever thinks they can hide behind a screen and say what they want, he should just forget about it. The final and most recent text is from Dani. It simply reads “Tell Dovi he’s a dick for stealing my thunder. Unfair advantage, he was already in the country. We’ll be there in a few hours.”

A hand lands on his shoulder from behind, and Dovi’s head follows. Nosy fucker. He lets out a cackle at the text, pulling away to laugh even harder. Marc very much feels like he’s missed a joke, and he has no clue who “we” refers to. He simply replies to the chat with a thumbs up and accepts his fate of being coddled by the older riders for the rest of the weekend.

*

The pole position high doesn’t last very long. Marc and Dovi are walking back towards the motorhomes when he comes crashing back down to earth. Saturdays are always a bit chaotic at the track. But today, it feels worse than usual, with people staring and murmuring as they pass. Some of the comments are less than pleasant. Marc tries not to let it affect him, portraying a persona of indifference, no matter how much the words sting. Dovi talks lowly as they walk, his presence reassuring amidst the harsh whispers washing over them, swelling in a crescendo of cruelty.

“-he should have taken more pills”

“-can’t believe he actually did it”

“How selfish-”

“Have you seen the articles? I read that-”

From the limited information he has been given, or overheard, Marc gathers that the public reaction to the news has been mixed, to say the least. Some people are outraged by the leak and the subsequent media frenzy, destroying any sense of privacy left in Marc’s life. Others have been senselessly cruel, spewing hatred online about his mental health or even going as far as suggesting that he deserves it. Marc swallows the bile in the back of his throat, unwilling to break now. He knows he can’t let the public see his defences crumble, it will only give them more opportunity to kick him when he’s down. He’s so wrapped up in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice who they’re walking towards, until it’s too late.

Marc hears Valentino before he sees him, talking to Pecco in hushed tones. His rapid-fire Italian is so familiar, yet also a distant memory. He feels the way his companion stiffens as they approach the pair and senses their eyes burning into him in return. No doubt Pecco has already told the older all about Marc’s breakdown yesterday. The reminder that Valentino is once more witnessing his life falling apart is nauseating. Marc steadfastly ignores them as Dovi steers them in the right direction. A confrontation is not what he needs right now.

He doesn’t register anything is off until someone careens straight into their path, sending Marc stumbling backwards in shock. He flinches at the look of pure hatred on the fan’s face.

“You should have done it properly; you couldn’t even kill yourself correctly. The world would be a better place without you.”

Marc chokes on his breath, his eyes burning, rapidly blinking as he tries to parse the scathing words. Dovi is frozen in shock, horrified that anyone would utter such a thing. Time freezes as the people close enough to have overheard all turn to look in their direction, willing a response from Marc. Ironically, it’s Pecco who breaks the moment, face like thunder as he storms over. Marc watches in a haze as Pecco reaches them, breathing heavily and shooting a look at Dovi, prompting him to drag the Spaniard to safety. Marc distantly registers Valentino frowning over at them, a flash of unreadable emotion in his eyes as he watches Dovi tugging him away.

Marc doesn’t look back, mind too preoccupied with the stewing self-loathing in his gut and the cloud of dark thoughts in his head. As such, he doesn’t see Pecco looming over the man who spat such vicious words at him, gesturing at security for him to be removed and permanently banned. He doesn’t see the older Italian glaring at Marc and Dovi’s retreating forms, a mixture of resentment and jealousy staining his features. He does, however, hear Valentino whispering that it’s not worth it, leading a distraught Pecco away, cracking Marc’s heart clean in two, once again.

[moonshynecybin]

if people thought i was some mastermind criminal at 22 on top of everything that is actually wrong with me i’d go a bit insane trying to be understood too but like he actually Is not normal so all he can do is show family members lmao like look i have human parents i’m a real boy!! meanwhile vale is just mentally and spiritually above that shit. in a rosquez reconciliation universe marc would have a camera crew at the ranch filming his 17th documentary that year and vale would hatee it i think

i DO think one fun thing vale could kinda teach marc how to do post reconciliation is uh. how to be a lil more protective of his privacy. not have cameras inside the house so much. like obviously vale is and was more famous than marc, so his relationship with it is a little different, but hes always been more keen on only opening the doors to his private up life under p controlled circumstances. and marc is ALSO in control of that documentary but idk. i dont think vale would necessarily allow an extremely intimate documentary like that to get made in the first place. and marc has his reasons, a lot of which are connected to vale and public perception of marc post sepang, and a lot of which are career-oriented (all in is designed as a comeback narrative, and i think its helped tell people (like ducati...) that marc's arm doesnt mean that hes washed etc), but i think once that rivalry/rift has been mended a lil and marc is quote unquote BACK it might be something he'd be open to chilling out about. and certainly smth vale UNDERSTANDS but doesnt necessarily ENJOY so i could see them doing some joint pr obligations out of the house but keeping a big production like that a lil bit farther away except for ranch competitions and stuff like that... idk i think the instagram story blitz from both would still be crazy though. we do get a blurry old man pic of marc in his briefs on the m1 that marc reposts to his story with a yellow heart and its like. okay so you guys were just fucking

[remotepixel]

Hey could I please request headcannons for how Marc and Steven would act as yandads?

Hi!! Thank you for requesting, and sorry this took longer than normal. I have mocks rn and some important exams in May and overall struggling to correctly manage my time lol.

Tw: Yanderes themes + off-hand mentions of kidnapping.

Steven:

-Panic is his main mood when dealing with you; he honestly has no clue what he’s doing.

-He’ll be the one you’re around most, and normally the one to deal out any consequences for your actions (the worst you’re getting is a ‘stern warning’ and a ten-minute timeout because he feels bad).

-He’s never risen a child before, and there’s not really any textbooks about how to parent a kid your alter kidnapped. I definitely get that vibe he would read mummy blogs though out of pure desperation (he’s trying his best </3).

-Steven is a big pushover. He’ll weakly defend himself if anyone accuse him - stating he’s just trying to make you happy - but it’s obvious enough that even he can’t defend himself properly.

-He’s pretty easily manipulated through your emotions. If you start crying, or even look slightly sad, the guy immediately backpedals on whatever it was.

-Since he’s super into Ancient Egypt, he knows how important interests can be. He’ll research into what like to try and make conversation. He’ll fully support any hobbies, skills, etc and try his best to support you if he’s able to.

-While writing this, I got this image of Steven, at like fucking 2am, half-asleep, trying desperately to understand all your ‘GenZ’ references like he’s studying some ancient literature. It’s an excuse to talk to you so he’ll take it, but god he wished you were a Ennead fanatic or something to make this a bit easier.

-He gives the vibe of randomly dropping some phrases that he hears you say to try and bond. He’ll probably give up after the first time though because you just stared blankly at him and he couldn’t deal with the embarrassment.

Marc:

-I guess it makes sense but Marc and Steven are both pretty similar in this situation, Marc just likes putting up a ‘i’m in control’ façade because he can’t correctly deal with his emotions (same).

-He’s even more scared than Steven, just better at hiding it. Obviously, his view on parental figures has been greatly screwed over by his own childhood, and despite vowing to himself he would never be the same, he always worries that he’ll cross that line.

-I think out of the two of them, he’d probably be the one to kidnap you, assuming that’s what happened, but he’ll be distant at the start.

-It’s not that he doesn’t want to comfort you, he just has no clue how to do it. And he will much rather show his love in his own way than mess up with his words.

-You’ll find little things you like around the apartment, or your favourite food just happens to be the one he brought for tonight.

-Honestly, I think he’ll also be a pushover. As much as he probably shits on Steven for being so, he can’t stand to see you disappointed, and he doesn’t have the ‘luxury’ (he never asks) of speaking to you everyday like Steven does.

-After a few months, he’ll start to be more open - small smiles, etc etc - but it depends on you mostly. If you seem happier, he’ll take over the body more, maybe for a movie night or a board game.

-If you’re just as or more angry/sad than at the start, he’s remaining firmly inside the headspace when you’re around. He’d rather live through Steven than have to confront the familiarly haunting look on your face.

A bit random but I have this cute thought of them putting more mirrors (or just any sort of reflective surface) around the apartment so both of them can hang out with you, even if only one can control the body.

[nitewrighter]

Oren Koth Inspirations/Reading List

I thought it would be fun to compile a list of media that helped inspire Oren's character for me, along with some notes on how they factor into his character (...and maybe how worth your time they are)

The Dark Knights Metal Saga by Scott Snyder/The Batman Who Laughs miniseries by Scott Snyder and James Tynion IV

Honestly these are both pretty mid in terms of actual emotional hooks but on a worldbuilding and aesthetic level, they had me hooked. I just loved the 'Metals of the World forge' aspects of it, anmd the incorporation of "The Bleed" from Superman: Beyond in Final Crisis. For me, The Dark Knights Metal Saga really only works as kind of a meta deconstruction of just how overpowered and oversaturated Batman has become in the DC universe, and now Batman has to confront himself as the biggest threat to the DC universe. Actually I read the TBWL miniseries before I actually read the Dark Knights Metal Saga because my dumb ass thought that would be the introduction of the character and not its own spin-off story. Honestly I love James Tynion's Non-DCU stuff way better than what I've read of him in the actual DCU (Please check out The Nice House on the Lake and W0rldTr33!!) but I LOVED the mechanics in the TBWL spin-off as well, with Dark Metal as this incursion into our world.

2. Murder Falcon by Daniel Warren Johnson

While not actually a DC story, this story informed a lot of Oren's character with the emphasis of Metal music as a vehicle of hope and raw expression. I'm in love with both the raw emotion of the story and scrappy, yet lovingly rendered art.

3. The Death of Hawkman by Marc Andreyko

This is the story that introduced to me all the potential of a Rannian/Thanagarian duo between Adam Strange and Carter hall, even if Adam Strange is from Earth, he very much identifies with Rann. Basically the reason Oren came about as a character was, I once received a blog ask that was like, "What's your ideal Teen Titans lineup?" and I said, "Well no matter what I want Aleea Strange on it because she's never been developed past being a child and a vehicle for her parents' angst, so I'd like to see her actually have a coming of age story." And then my brain immediately went, "AND she has a Thanagarian love interest." And thus Oren was born. Boren.

4. Justice League Episodes 41-42: "The Terror Beyond."

AKA "I now have an excuse to incorporate as much cosmic horror as I want into Oren's writing."

5. Justice League Episodes 50-52: "Starcrossed"

Look: I'll be honest: I'm just straight up scared to even begin to get into Hawkman/Hawkgirl/Hawkwoman's absolute shitshow of comics continuity. I'm still trying to figure out what comics to read to untangle that Gordian knot, but in the meantime, this three episode arc is Good Hawkgirl Angst and it still informs a lot of the vibes I get from Thanagar in the comics as I move through them, which is, "Beefing with this many people at once is simply not sustainable, Thanagar."

6. Adam Strange: Between Two Worlds

This compiles some wildly tonally different Adam Strange runs but as a result gives you a pretty solid overview on Rann and how it's fucked up.

[fantasticharmonymiracle]

Let me say that I have infinite respect for @thelastaerie for providing us with a ton of fantastic and masterfully written fics about Kay and Marc's love story, truly. However, the entire fandom needs to be true with themselves and realise that if Freier Fall was irl Kay would never, EVER even consider getting back with Marc.

Let me elaborate:

Marc was definitely in love with Kay especially towards the end of the film but that doesn't mean he loved him because he never made the effort, as we know, and never saw Kay as his first choice. He technically was Plan B in case Bettina, which she did, didn't take him back. As romantic as we want to paint it, it doesn't put a good foundation for yet another toxic fling almost fifteen years after.

Also, very problematic is the fact that Kay pursued Marc in a questionable way like in the woods. I didn't hear any consent being given for that hand job or whatever happened (haven't seen the film in a while) and also, Kay clearly saw that Marc was basically married and with a baby on the way. It's not ethical at all to go after a taken man, regardless of the fact that you think he's a closeted gay man and you feel the itching urge to play the saviour angel and drag him out of the closet. I feel like both of them would realise it was certainly a heated time of their life but also not the best to jump back into and bring back chaos into their existence.

Bettina, she's a boss BUT that shower scene I cannot stand to watch, it feels way too violent and if a sequel happens I'm not sure how they should deal with the whole co-parenting deal without addressing that bit.

On top of this all, they may be both men but the punches they threw at each other are not acceptable whatsoever irl. It's not sexy nor a sign of true love. It's plain violence and a cheap substitute for grown-up talk. I get it, in films one has to emphasize emotions to draw the audience in but if I was Kay and I had Marc beg me to get back together... Like fuck I would after that and after I was literally thrown under the bus to save his sorry ass.

In terms of character as well, Kay comes across as a weirdly crafted excuse to drag the plot cause a wannabe cop smoking weed and taking ecstasy is surely "attractive" on camera but doesn't make sense in the real world. Why would you pick police as your career choice? Conquering the enemy from the inside is surely not gonna last that long, innit? This being said, considering the wild nature of Kay I doubt he'd fit well with Marc, even after his potential development and acquired emotional intelligence. I see older Kay as an accomplished something in whichever field having the time of his life in Berlin, or just a deranged junkie somewhere in Germany. Certainly, if we go with option 1, not one that would lower his standards for Marc, still. He wouldn't slow down for him again after being treated like shit.

Irl Marc would probably see the experience as an awakening but it wouldn't do a 180 on him, he'd still be the Stuttgart cop who now admits to himself he likes blokes OR would have a massive identity crisis, drop out of police and have a very hard time for the next 10/15 years, still not good unless we want a Trainspotting kinda love story (meaning the hopeless, scum of the earth vibes).

To end this rambling, not a good match but good entertainment. Certainly magical to read fiction about them because they allow so much freedom for the imagination.

Ps. @thelastaerie PLEASE do a fiction inspired by their other films together (wink wink that military one I can't watch because ffs I don't speak German -yet)

Apologies if this post is utter shite, I'm in the back of a moving car about to chunder and can't put my thoughts into coherent sentences. The main idea is somewhere round here.

[anitalianfrie]

Right so what's up with MotoGP omegaverse?

so, this should be the moment where i admit i don't even remember half of the guys competing because i started after the end of the season and i laser-focused on the marquez brothers and the italian guys. Anyway, I'm not going to give you a list of who i think is what, because we're here to talk about DYNAMICS. thoughts under the cut because i got a bit ranty.

So, motorsports are an hypermasculine enviroment, every single one of them. Think how bad it gets when you are riding death machines at 200kph that will try to kill you at every turn. You have to be strong you have to be aggresive you have to be a real man you have to fuck a lot (i'm not sure how this translates to being able to ride motorcycles but i also never claimed to be in the head of somebody really stupid) = you have to be an alpha. So of course for the longest time only alphas where considered strong enough to ride properly. Betas? too weak, not aggressive enough. Omegas? they can hold the umbrellas, maximum. They are too submissive, they will never overtake an alpha, they will lay down and show their neck to be mated right then and there when the alphas should do their real manly racingTM.

This of course doesn't take in account the fact that kids will start riding minibikes waaayyy before showing their second gender (in their puberty) so. Beta riders are most definitely there, and once stereotypes around omegas start to subside in the family sphere (thank you omega activists) and parents allow their omega kids to continue racing, omegas are there too.

Which doesn't mean that betas and omegas (in particular the latter) aren't treated horribly and always underestimated. A couple of omega champions (Jorge and Marc) change a bit the perspective, but the rosquez divorce sets everything back to 50 years. (No, i'm joking. Mostly. Just know that the rosquez divorce here is bad. really bad) Still, in the paddock there isn't much equality: alphas are almost always half of the grid, if not more, followed in numbers by betas and then omegas.

Are relationships between riders incentivized? OF COURSE NAWT, because those evil cunning omegas will try to make the big, strong alphas loose their focus from the championships with their evil ways. And betas are not even considered, because a true alpha rider will only fuck a traditional, stay-at-home omega that will raise their pups while he throws himself down the circuits at 200kph on the other side of the world. (you know, like true alphas do). And of course omegas are expected to not get pregnant because they're an investiment for the team and the least they can do is not getting a pup bred inside them and ruin the championship for everyone. As you might imagine, omegas get offered waayyy less contracts than alphas and betas.

I said before that i wasn't going to say who's what because i've put down like, maybe five riders, but i changed my mind, so.

Jorge is an omega, as per @whatwepostintheshadows amazing post, as is Marc. Vale is an alpha, more on those two here. Dani i'm not really sure, because I can see him both as an alpha and a beta, always criticized for not being alpha enough/not agressive/strong enough. Alex is probably a beta. Enea is probably an alpha (is this purely based on his nickname being "la bestia"? maybe. I'm open to discussions about him). And for the academy, I'm sure of pecco being a beta, but i'm not sure about anybody else.

Suggestions/ideas in the askbox and/or dms about this are highly appreciated please do come to talk to me about this :)))

[bigbadripley]

I Wish you Roses - Prologue

Marc Spector/Steven Grant 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+!! | 1,417 Words | Third-person omniscient | Dark?fic/Angst/Eventual Smut | AU/AT | Warnings: OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma. Mention of childhood sexual, physical, and emotional abuse, the effects of child abuse in adulthood, murder, suicide, alcohol use, drug mention, all the parents in this story are terrible, The only saving grace is Steven

A/N: The songs used for this fic may not have anything to do with the story besides my thoughts when I hear the chosen lyrics. That being said, the chapter titles won't always make sense. It's just an idea I had.

I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings. I wrote this entirely as a trauma dump. 

Lastly, Marc/Steven being involved and the addition of a traumatized psychiatrist is in no way meant to romanticize, fetishize, or otherwise; mental illness or illnesses/trauma. 

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

Chapter list

"Never thought I would be without you I wish you love, I wish you well I wish you roses while you can still smell 'em With pretty flowers can come the bee sting" -"I Wish you Roses" by Kali Uchis

 I'm not great at writing like you are or brave enough to tell you all of this to your face. I don't even know if I'll be able to give you this note, but I want to try. I think you're great, and you should also see that in yourself. I like your hair and how soft it always is, same with your skin. I like the clothes you wear even though you don't always like them, you always look good. You're super funny and smart as fuck, and you're really pretty. I can't stop thinking about how cool it would be to not have to cut through the woods to get to your house anymore. Maybe we could get a place after graduation? I know your mom only likes me sometimes, and this is probably really weird to read, but I'm okay with just being best friends if you don't like me like that. I don't want things to be weird, so we can still run away and play bingo in the old folks home when we're 70. No matter what, I love you Moni. 

-Count Spector

P.S. if you read this and you don't like it please don't yell at me.

 It was an ordinary Tuesday afternoon when they met. 

It likely wouldn't have happened if Steven hadn't insisted that he and Marc go see an actual therapist, and Marc finally broke, telling him to go on his own. 

Ever since the divorce was finalized, Marc had been acting this way. They both obviously had their issues, but Marc was convinced that Steven would likely be his only companion again from then on.

That was what drove Steven to try and seek professional guidance. How do two people living in a single body branch out and get to know other people? He took the first step by finding a psychiatrist in the area. 

Steven wasn't sure what to expect when he picked Dr. Dooley, a polite-looking gent who was likely 60 years old. He just knew one person with an open appointment slot had experience with their problems. 

He arrived 20 minutes early in hopes of getting their paperwork filled out and getting in sooner. Neither he nor Marc expected to walk into the waiting room and be stopped dead in their tracks. 

Directly behind the reception desk was a wooden door with a metal plaque that dawned "Dr. Simone Fredrick" on it, and to the side was a crystal clear glass window to the office. 

The blinds were drawn, and they spotted a woman in a yellow button-up top through that window. This woman had long dark hair, skin that took the same tone as a cup of London Fog, and the sweetest smile that fit perfectly to the lower half of her face. She was chatting with another man who was barely visible through the window but was clearly the doctor they came to see. 

She was the most incredible woman Steven had ever laid eyes on. It was terrifying for him.

Without further deliberation, Marc backed them out of the office and outside. "Steven, Holy shit!" He said.

"She was gorgeous, yeah?" Steven replied. Marc popped back in, feeling slightly panicky. 

"We can't go back in there."

Steven felt Marc's anxiety but couldn't pinpoint why he was suddenly feeling this way. "Why the bloody hell not? We have an appointment!"

"I know that woman, or I knew her, at least," Marc said. Steven took control, thinking he had never seen her before, and stepped over to look through the glass doors. 

There she was, still talking to Dr. Dooley. She turned her head in their direction, and he moved to the side of the building again before she could spot them.

"How do you know her?" Steven asked, trying to make sense of it.

"We were friends in school. She was probably the only friend I had. She's-"

"She's so attractive it's unreal. I gotta meet her." Steven insisted. Marc took back over without warning and began walking in the opposite direction of the office.

"Nope. Absolutely not. Odds are she'll recognize me, and it'll be weird." 

Just as quickly, Steven changed their direction. "She won't recognize me, though." He said. Marc wouldn't budge on the subject. Knowing Simone, she would clock him right away. He pivoted and began walking the other way again.

"Right, the guy who shares a whole fuckin' face with me. Genius! We're going home."

"Why are you the one chickening out?" Steven asked, stopping them where they were, realizing to passersby they must look nuts pacing back and forth.

"Because I know she's gonna take one good look at us and say 'Marc motherfucking Spector' and hit me! And she's got a ruthless right hook that I don't think either of us wanna be on the business end of." 

As he spoke, he started taking off further down the sidewalk. 

Under no circumstances are we coming back to this place. Moni looks happy, let's not fuck that up. Marc thought to himself. Steven had just about given in to Marc's insistence.

"Excuse me?" They heard a sweet, American voice speak up from behind them. They stopped and turned around slowly to find Simone, who had seen them looking through the door after all, waiting for them to respond. 

Steven got in the driver's seat, and Marc retreated back to his corner of their collective brain. 

"Oh, hi." Steven greeted. 

Simone couldn't quite place it: she had seen this man before. Somewhere, somehow. She was surprised that he had a local accent, seeing as she didn't know many locals, particularly ones this gorgeous. She figured there wasn't any harm in coming out and asking. 

"Do I know you? I saw you from inside, and I could've sworn-"

"I don't believe we've had the pleasure," Steven said, holding his hand out. "Steven Grant," He introduced himself as casually as he could muster. She was even more beautiful up close.

Though Simone found him charming, she indeed hadn't met him before. She stuck her hand out and shook,

"Simone Fredrick." She greeted. She found him quite handsome when he wasn't creeping through her office door. So much so that their handshake was dragging on a bit longer than average. 

The pair realized this at the same time and pulled their hands away. Simone gestured to the building they were standing by, realizing there was zero context to how she spotted him. "I work just inside there, by the way. I'm taking lunch now, but I can help if you were looking for someone through that door." She said, followed by a laugh. 

Steven found the humor in it, realizing they hadn't backed out soon enough and admiring how adorable she was about teasing him for it. "Just never been in that building before. Wanted to see what it was all about... psychiatry and all." He told her awkwardly. 

Simone sensed this was a lie, but Steven spoke up again before she could overthink it. "You got a business card?" He asked. 

There was silence between them for a second as Simone thought about it. Business card? Like, he wants my office number? Who am I, Patrick Bateman? 

"I don't, actually. But-" Simone stopped and dug through her bag for a moment, pulling out a pen and an old punch card to a bubble tea place nearby. She put the card on the brick wall and wrote out her office number before, in a feat of spontaneity, she also wrote her personal cell number. "The first one is the number to the office, with my direct extension. The other is my cell." She told him as the card changed hands. 

Steven looked at the card and smiled, noticing how professional her handwriting looked and how she crossed her sevens. "I'll be using these." He told her. He took a second to think if he should ask her to lunch right then and there but realized how quiet Marc was. 

Shit, he thought. I should get home and talk to him about this. 

"I should get going. It was nice meeting you, Simone." Steven said, backing up down the sidewalk. Simone flashed him a million-dollar grin and nodded,

"You, as well, Steven."

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

March of the Tropes Day 6: Flower Shop

Marcelin Varlineau decides to buy Ebegei Mol flowers. SFW.

“Pardon me,” Marcelin Varlineau said softly as he approached the young man at a flower stand. “I want to buy some flowers for a young lady, and I honestly don’t know what she’d like.”

“Ah, I see. I could recommend—”

“Ha! Marc, why not just ask me?”

“EBEGEI?!” Marcelin squeaked, turning towards the object of his affection. In her very pretty hands, was a bouquet of purple and blue flowers.

“I asked one of my friends what I should do for you, and she suggested flowers. I see you had the same plan!” She smiled wide, her pink eyes twinkling. “Who did you ask?”

Marcelin rubbed the back of his neck. My Bapa grabbed me, dragged me Radz-at-Han, and then conducted an interrogation with Mummy laughing her ass off while we had lunch. I’m twenty-five summers! He doesn’t need to do this! But he does because he loves us. Oh Bapa. “I wrote my father a note asking for advice. His response was to immediately teleport to Gridania and take me home to talk to him and Mum.” A lopsided smile appeared on his face. “And yes, we had the very same idea.”

“Ahem.” The young man at the flower stand does not look amused. Oh dear. “What kind of flowers do you want?”

Ebegei thought for a moment. “Hmmm, I have an Ishgardian friend who knows ‘flower language.’ He said something once about a single red rose being very meaningful. How about that?”

THAT’S IT?!?! You don’t want a bouquet? I’ll buy the biggest one! “You sure? I can—”

She shook her head, still smiling. “Yes. I want a single red rose please.”

What does a single red rose mean? Fuck, I wish Uncle Aymeric were here! The young man at the flower stand prepared the rose, took the gil from Marcelin, and handed him the rose. Marcelin bashfully handed the rose to Ebegei, who gave him the bouquet. “It’s lovely, Ebegei. Thank you.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m blushing like Mummy. FUCK.

“So is this, Marc. You are such a sweet, kind man.” I AM GOING TO BURST INTO FLAMES! Ebegei, still smiling, glanced up at him. “Our party leader said our next job doesn’t start until tomorrow. Would you like to spend the day together? I understand if you’re busy—”

“I’m not! I’m not busy. I’d love to.”

As the pair walked away from the flower stand, Master Beatin shook his head. “Nophica save us, he’s just as awkward as his both his parents.”

[xhollandlilsx]

Red Card - (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Concept- Leah and Y/N have been broken up for months, but things kick off when Leah gets jealous during the game against Y/Ns team.

Warnings - Injuries.

People, break up and makeup.

They fallout, fix it, kiss and carry on. But for Leah and I, we had done that for the last time. We ended things for good a little over 3 months ago, agreeing that we couldn’t keep on the way we were. The constant arguing, the overprotection from Leah and towards the end the lack of trust.

After my signing for Manchester United, after being the top goal scorer in the league, that’s when everything started to go downhill, fans would release photos of Alessia and I, saying how cute of a couple we would be, or fake stories about how a ‘close source’ had admitted we were seeing eachother, despite Leah and I being open about our relationship. It all got too much for the two of us, so I travelled down to London, and we both came to a decision.

It took me over a month to feel a little bit like myself again, Lucy was my saving grace throughout, I had been friends with her since our parents used to go on holidays and we’d find any grass we could and kick the ball back and forth, showing off. She FaceTimed me nearly every day, and forced me to get up.

**********

“You got everything in that bag, Mary Poppins?” Ella asked as I walked over toward where some of the girls were waiting outside the coach, I let a smirk cross my face and patted the duffel bag I had on my shoulder.

“Alright, leave my bag alone. I like to be prepared for anything.” I replied with a shrug and stuffing my hands in my pockets.

“What, like a natural disaster? You got a lifetime of food in there?” She laughed slightly as I raised my middle and index finger, telling her to fuck off.

“We all ready?” Marc asked holding a clipboard and looking over all of us like we were kids on a school trip.

“Are you ready?” Ona asked, whispering slightly to me as she was stood behind me, I knew why she��d asked, because of who we were travelling to play. Arsenal.

I smiled a thin lipped smile before following Tooney onto the coach, sitting next to her as Alessia and Mary sat the other side. I tried to drown out the thoughts that were now flooding my mind, and the anxiety that made me feel sick at the thought of even seeing her face again.

I threw my headphones in and threw my pre game playlist on, it mostly consisted of rock, rage against the machine, AC/DC, Def Leppard so on and so forth.

I crossed my arms over my chest and closed my eyes, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone so they’d start a conversation.

*********

The 4 hour coach journey wasn’t too bad, I’d managed to somewhat calm my nerves, doing some affirmations, repeating to myself that I’m Y/N fucking Y/L/N. What have I got to be nervous about?

The coach pulled up in the carpark and I could see fans waiting behind the fences next to us, my eyes scanned them as I saw a fair amount of United shirts, I smiled and waved before walking over, something we weren’t supposed to do, but I hated the fact they’d waited there for us and nobody’s going over.

They all near screamed when I went over, I smiled and shook a few hands, saying a few hi’s, taking photos and signing one persons shirt. One of the Arsenal security men did come over and try to usher me inside faster.

“You’re such a softy for fans” Ella smiled slightly as she sat on the bench in the changing rooms putting her shin pads and socks on. I kept my puffer jacket on, the badge still over my heart, and my joggers with my initials and number 11 on them. I threw my shins on under my joggers and threw my socks and spare boots on. I rolled my socks right down so they were bunched around my ankles and tied my laces.

“Well I don’t like ignoring them. They came all this way to support us. And waited, it’s cold Ella” I laughed slightly before standing up and pulling the shorter girl with me. I wasn’t too tall, sitting at 5’7, which was a good average compared to some.

“In all seriousness, you ready?” She asked as we walked out of the tunnel toward the other end of the pitch to warm up both carrying our bottles. The Arsenal players were already out here warming up on the opposite side. It took everything in me not to look over, to look for her. I restrained myself, knowing eventually I’d have to see her, being a forward, but as of now, I need to pretend she’s not there. Keep my focus.

“I’m fine El. Grab a ball.” I nodded to her as Alessia walked over too, the three of us throwing our bottle off to the side while we waited for the rest of our team to come out and for one of the trainers.

We started kicking it in a triangle, talking as the stand filled up, I threw my hands in my pockets of my coat as I could feel them starting to freeze, only taking them out to smooth out my hair, my well known two braids into a bun.

“Okay girls, two lines behind the cones” We warmed up, all just taking the piss out of eachother, usual banter for us, before heading back inside the tunnel and to the changing room.

**********

We got into position after Marc announced the starting eleven. As usual I was upfront, we had kick off so I stood with the ball at my feet, my arms freezing off, but knowing I’d warm up after a while, as I love running laps around players.

The whistle blew and the game was off, I passed to Katie, who held it and waited for the Arsenal players to get stuck in. I found myself stood next to Laura, as I nudged her playfully, I had played for Arsenal for years, they were still like a family to me, and I stayed good friends with a few of them, especially Beth and Viv, it was difficult for them not to ask Leah and I about eachother but they tried their best.

“Ella. Ella!” I shouted to her as we were waiting for McCabe to take the throw in, my voice carrying, and harsh, I always sounded angry and authorative, the winger looked at me as I motioned for her to fall back slightly, to which she did, but when the throw in was taken she threw it to Viv who was unmarked, someone who should’ve been picked up by a defender, “Hey where were we?!”

I watched as Ona dealt with it and passed to Ella who carried it as far as she could up the pitch, before passing to me as I was running with her, I wasn’t vain or anything but I knew I was faster than any of the defenders at Arsenal, I was a fast runner to say the least.

I began to dribble forward towards where Zinsberger was waiting with open arms, when I saw a flash of red in the corner of my eye, and a slide tackle came at me, I knew exactly who it was, so when I saw her about to go down for it, I chipped the ball up and jumped forward over her, fast thinking, the thinking that got me nominated for a fair amount of awards. Once clear of her I kicked the ball into the top left corner, only cheering once I knew it had hit the net.

I felt Alessia run over and jump on my back, she had been running with me the entire time, just marked. I smiled and cheered as the fans erupted. I set her down as Tooney came running over and high fived me. I ran back into position high fiving a few of my team on the way, my eyes wandering to her, she looked like she was trying to hide her anger, as she walked back into her position, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. I still felt that anxious feeling but it wasn’t so bad anymore. She was staring at where Alessia’s hand was still on my shoulder.

My heart hurt though, regardless of what happened when we were together or how long we’ve been apart, I still loved her. My heart beat for that girl. That was until the 86th minute, when that flash of red took me off my feet in one of the dirtiest tackles I’d ever seen. Leah could be quite aggressive at times, but I never thought she’d pull something like this, no matter how angry she was.

I felt the air get knocked out of me as I rolled onto my back trying to breathe. Searing pain coming from my side, I felt someone land at my side, Alessia. I was slightly panicking. I had been winded before but never like this. I glanced at the blonde defender once where she stood with wide eyes and a hand over her mouth, not realising what she’d just done in blind rage.

The ref called for the medics as a few of the Arsenal players pulled Leah away and were all shocked at her behaviour. I covered my face with my arm as I tried to take at least one breath that wasn’t cut short.

“Y/N, I’m just gonna lift your shirt is that okay?“ The medic asked as she crouched down beside me, I nodded still not being able to speak, and gripping Alessia’s hand for dear life.

They pulled my shirt up their knuckle grazing my side ever so slightly making me let out a strangled yell, catching the attention of most players on the pitch, everyone looking over wanting to know what the damage was.

“Yeah..” The medic sighed, before waving the others over and signalling for them to get the stretcher. I couldn’t move my torso at the moment, my eyes watered knowing I’d be out for a while, as I let my head fall to the side seeing Leah stood there wiping her eyes, pushing anyone away who tried to touch her.

*********

“Knock knock” I heard someone announce before walking in, it was Ella, she stood there with a sympathetic smile and a bunch of flowers. I smiled and shook my head, “I’ve come take you home”

“Thankyou” I nodded sitting up, hissing in pain, and reaching for my shirt, seeing as though I was just in a sports bra and a big patch of gauze and tape on the right side of my torso. I could see some of the immediate bruising peeking over the top of it.

“How you feeling?” She asked as I stood up from the bed, holding my shirt in my hand.

“Like my ex just fractured two of my ribs.” I sighed with a slight smile, if I didn’t laugh I’d cry.

“Yeah, that was behind anything I’d seen before Y/N/N.” She shrugged, as another knock came from the door and Ella opened it, her face falling as she nodded for the blonde to come in.

“You’ve got some nerve” I shook my head as Ella slipped out of the room without another word obviously not wanting to be in the middle.

“I know, Y/N I’m so sorry I-“

“Sorry ain’t fixing this Leah. Sorry was when you’d accuse me of sleeping with Alessia. Sorry was when you’d call me when angry and drunk at 3am, this isn’t sorry Leah.” I shook my head as she looked down at my torso, where the abs I was so proud of were slightly covered. Her face going pale at the sight of the gauze.

“I know… I messed up, I did and I don’t know how I can fix it.”

“You can’t.” I reached for my shirt and pulled it on wincing and trying to control my breathing while pulling it down, I let out a sigh as she looked down, before looking out the window at the street lights, the time sitting at around 11pm, “I can’t play for 6 weeks.”

My eyes watered, as her face contorted into a look of pain and guilt as she looked away closing her eyes, she knew how much football meant to me. I lived and breathed it.

“I can’t play, and it’s your fault Leah. My god, you know I wanted to talk to you after the game. To tell you, I don’t even know what I wanted to tell you anymore. But now? Leah, in the past 4 months you’ve taken away the only two things my heart beats for…”

“Two?”

“Just go” I shook my head and turned away from her, I heard some shuffling and a pause before, the door opened and closed, allowing me to finally let the tears flow.

Part 2?

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 35

anon - OMG OMG OMG You're Baby Scarab Series is absolutely amazing! I was wondering wondering, since crazy stuff has happened in this series, what if the reader becomes a little kid or something. Like they wake up, and they're a little child for a day or something. Feel free to ignore this. You're series is amazing.

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anon - i can imagine y/n and the moon boys having a just dance battle cause y/n coaxed them into it tbh

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anon - Idk silly idea I love

So imagine reader has a shit day right and the boys are doing moon knight stuff and they get a text from their phone like come to the roof nerd and it’s big bro Spider-Man!!

Just imagine him playing some fun music and dancing with the reader on the roof

Me and my friend did this once, we both were in rlly bad states of depression and we ended up blasting music and he and I danced to stupid songs in the rain

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A/N : random af, filler chapter. also requests are way different from what i wrote but hey, i have to make it fit somewhere right? hope you like it either way

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : enjoy khonshu fucking up your body again :D

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

playlist

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

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, little y/n, little y/n having a breakdown(?), khonshu being khonshu, eating disorders(?), starvation, let me know if i missed anything

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you woke up in the same position you fell asleep in.

you just kept your eyes closed since you didn’t feel like being a part of the world yet.

you were stuck thinking about that kid.

yesterday, you were thinking over and over about how you wish you were a kid again, and had someone there for you.

actually there for you.

not just some drunk foster parents, or the foster parents that hated you.

you let out a deep breath and decided to carefully maneuver yourself off jake, as to not wake him up.

when you stood up you felt that something was off right away.

“khonshu” you murmur, the bird showing up in front of you.

“what did you do this time?” you ask tiredly, rubbing your eyes.

“your thoughts were sad, i thought this would make you feel.. better” he explains and you raise an eyebrow.

“i feel short, what did you do?” you ask again and khonshu tilts his head.

“i de-aged you” he says calmly and you just stare up at him.

you weren’t even mad. you were used to all khonshus bullshit by now.

“and how far did you de-age me?” you ask impatiently.

khonshu hesitates in answering. “it would appear that you have the body of an 8 year old” he tells you quietly and you take an all too calm breath.

you felt your shirt slide down one of your shoulders, making you pull it back up.

you were a fairly small 8 year old.

you were malnourished at that age, and it’s like khonshu and just brought it all back.

unintentionally of course, he means well and you know that.

well- for the most part.

he wanted to make you feel better but didn’t know how.

so this is what he came up with.

“change me back” you shake your head, having to crane your neck more than usual look look at him.

“…” he doesn’t say anything and you give him a look.

“khonshu”

“it wears off in 12 hours”

“i have work today, what am i supposed to do?”

“not go? did i accidentally give you an 8 year olds brain too?” he asks sarcastically and you scoff.

“i have to call my boss but i sound like a child” you complain.

“that’s because you are one”

“yeah, no thanks to you” you glare, and khonshu sighs loudly before walking past you to jake.

he pokes jake in the chest with the crescent on the top of his moon stick, making jake hit it away and blink a few times before glaring at him.

“lockley we have an issue” khonshu tells him and jake groans in annoyance.

“what did you do this time?” he mumbles.

khonshu just nods his head over to you, who was now looking down at your now oversized clothing and fiddling with your sleeve.

jake gasps quickly and sits up as fast as he can to come over and kneel down in front of you.

“princesa, are you okay? does it hurt?” he puts his hands up to your face, bringing you to look at him.

“other that being smaller than usual, i’m fine” you nod to him, and he looks you over once again.

“pajaro estupido” jake shakes his head, khonshu taking this as his cue to leave.

jake turns back to stare at you, to which you just stare back.

“i’m to tired to care, and i need you to call natalie” you say, cringing at your slightly higher pitched voice.

“yeah yeah- i’ll.. i’ll do that” jake nods distractedly. “where’s your phone?”

you shrug and point to the bed, remembering it was in your pocket when you went to sleep.

you’re very careless with your phone- like you don’t even charge it half the time.

you can’t even remember the last time it got to 100%.

jake flings the blanket around, finding your phone half stuffed under a pillow, and picking it up.

he puts your password in and goes into your contacts to find natalie, when he sees an unfamiliar name.

“who’s peter?” all three of them ask at the same time.

you just blink up at them while jake rolls his eyes. 

“you better explain after i call your boss” he says sternly and you nod.

jake clicks her contact and holds the phone to his ear while you turn your attention to marc and jake in one of the mirrors.

you can’t reach the mirror now, but you can still look up at it.

“is peter a new friend? you should’ve told us” steven whines and you look down, feeling kind of bad for not telling them about your secret training with spider-man.

“when jakes done i’ll explain everything, i promise” you tell both of them and they nod hesitantly, exchanging glances.

that’s when jake came back over, starting to hand your phone back to you before taking it back last minute.

“children shouldn’t have phones, it’ll melt your brain” he says to you with a smile and you groan in annoyance, walking to the couch to take a seat.

“you’re so mean” you mumble.

jake slips your phone in his pocket, and goes to sit next to your small frame on the couch.

“you said you’d explain, now explain” marc tells you and you sigh.

“where do i even start?” you mumble to yourself.

“you can’t tell anyone though, but peter is spider-man, the other spider guy we saw yesterday” you start.

“he’s.. he’s been helping me with my abilities at night sometimes while you guys are asleep” you end quietly and you can sense marc giving you ‘that’ look.

“he saw me on the news in america. apparently they know about me over there, so he came all this way to help me” you begin.

“we became friends quickly since we have almost identical abilities, and since we.. we can relate to each other on a certain level” you finish.

“how do you relate?” steven asks and you hesitate.

“we’re both orphans” you nod and jake furrows his brows.

“so you’ve been sneaking out at night to go hang out with a boy?” he asks and you make a face.

“he’s like two years older than me, and he’s been training me, that’s all” you defend peter, and he hums.

“do you mind if we tag along next time?” he asks and you stare at him for a second.

“..sure” you say quietly, and he chuckles in victory.

“you know, i thought you’d freak out more” you say honestly and marc is the one to respond.

“if he’s helping you control your powers than i’m completely fine with it” he tells you and jake nods.

“ditto” steven agrees and you chuckle again, and right before you can say another word a loud crack of thunder rumbles through the air, making you flinch and cover your ears.

jake turns his attention to you in concern, seeing as your hands are shaking while covering your ears.

he lightly taps your shoulder, making you look up at him.

“princesa?” he starts, guiding your hands down. “you okay?” he asks and you nod.

“i forgot about my fear of storms as a kid, and it doesn’t help that i have enhanced hearing now” you explain the best you can, and you see that steven started to front.

“wait how’s that even work? i thought it was just your body that was changed” he says and khonshu appears perched on the back of the couch.

“actually, it was only her mind that stayed the same, her fears however..” he trails off and steven purses his lips.

a flash of lightning lights up the room through the window, and you instinctively gasp and hide your face in your hands.

“well why would you even do this, you dumb bird? don’t you see that she doesn’t like it?” steven scolds him and khonshu sighs.

“it’s not my fault she wanted someone to care about her as a child” khonshu starts, surprising all of you.

you swipe your finger across your throat while glaring at khonshu, and another quieter crack of thunder sounds in the room.

you- without your full control, lean over and grip stevens shirt while burying your face in his shoulder, making him gasp quietly in surprise, then quickly put a hand to your back to give you a sense of comfort.

“what do you mean nobody cared about her? her foster parents.. they cared about her… right?” steven trails off, looking down at you and then sighing.

“y/n”

you look up at him, and you see that he’s giving you a look.

“not all of them took care of me” you mumble. “i don’t like talking about it” you look back down, still gripping his shirt in one of your hands.

“i won’t force you to talk about it but.. if you ever want to we’re always here” he assures you and you nod, seeing another flash and hearing another loud boom.

you sneakily bring a hand down to stevens pocket, and snatching your phone as jake gives you a look through the mirror on the coffee table, but it softens when he realizes what had calmed you down as a kid.

because it sure as hell wasn’t the adults in the home. it was music. beautiful sound to distract you from the loud obnoxious ones coming from outside.

you focus on the patter of rain on the roof as you bring up spotify and putting the phone to your ear, steven still not even noticing you took your phone out of his pocket.

he was busy glaring at khonshu. “you’re lucky i don’t want to leave her, or you’d be toast” he threatens, your music playing faintly in your ear.

“are you a wizard? how would you turn me to toast?” khonshu asks, genuinely curious.

steven deadpans at him then looks back to you, noticing that you’re listening to something.

“hey- when’d you-“ another crack of thunder had you tensing up, stevens arms tightening around you.

“..does it calm you down?” seven asks as a flash of lighting lights up the room again.

he relaxes a little when he feels you nod. “here, stand up” he nudges you and you do so, phone still to your ear.

steven quickly goes to close the curtains, so you won’t freak out by the sudden flashes.

he comes back over and gently takes the phone from you, turning up the volume to reveal that what you’re listening to was some of the more mellow songs by olivia rodrigo.

steven smiles and puts the phone down on the coffee table and takes your hands in his, yours reaching higher than usual to your now lack in height.

steven frowns a bit when he sees how bony and skinny your arms were, since your now huge sleeves rolled down.

he also took notice of the slight hollowness of your cheeks. you noticed the slight trace of guilt on his face, which made you confused.

“what’s wrong?” you ask ask the two of you sway back and forth, your eye twitching whenever you hear thunder.

“i’m going to be blunt and ask you if at this age your foster parents ever fed you” steven says which makes you bite the inside of your cheek while you debate on answering.

“..sometimes” you answer and he lets out a shaky breath.

“why? why would anyone treat you this way?” he says more to himself than anyone else.

“because they only took me in to make themselves look good” you start.

“they would make me wear fancy dresses whenever they had friends over. they.. i had to sneak downstairs in the middle of the night to get food, and i would get caught” you take a shaky breath, looking up at steven with glassy eyes.

“then they wouldn’t let me have any food for days as a punishment” you end quietly.

“Las matare” you hear jake mutter, and you chuckle softly before taking your hands out of stevens and wrapping them around his waist, his own going around your back.

“yeah, for once i can agree with you” marc says to jake.

you feel calm when your music stops for a second, signaling that you’d gotten a notification.

you begrudgingly left steven and went to check it when you saw it was peter.

“what is it?” steven asks hesitantly, not wanting to pry.

“it’s peter, he wants me to come up to the roof in an hour, after the rain stops” you tell them and marc groans.

“don’t even start- i’m going to do it” you inform them and marc speaks up.

“then let us go with you”

“but-“

“y/n”

“fine”

~~~

after steven forced brunch down your throat, it was almost time for you guys to go up to meet peter.

he’d noticed how you were hesitant in eating anything- must have been your body not feeling hungry due to the fact you were basically starved at that age.

this was one of the many things you hadn’t told them about your barely-there childhood, which you refused to talk about if not necessary.

it was necessary now since you had to explain why you weren’t hungry- which you had a large appetite now since you could buy your own food, and your larger metabolism from the spider bite.

it’s only been 4 hours since you’d gotten changed, so that meant another 8 until you were back to yourself.

your spidey sense was ringing in your ears, which made you perk up, and the now fronting marc noticed.

“is he here?”

you nod, heading for the window. marc followed after you, making sure you wouldn’t fall to your death.

you made it up, and he saw you peak down and shoot a web to him, sticking to his arm.

he gave you a look of panic as you smirk, yanking on the web to have him hanging off of it. 

“kid- i swear if you drop me-“

“i won’t drop you, you baby” you retort, pulling him up enough so that he can grab the edge and pull himself up.

once he gets to his feet, he points a finger at you. “don’t you ever do that again” he says sternly and you put your hands up in surrender, and turn around to see peter staring in your direction, his mask up.

“h-hey” you hear his stutter, obviously wondering what exactly was happening.

a small girl who looked exactly like you, and the guy you went home with from the alley.

“another tingle?” you ask peter, both you and marc approaching him.

“yeah, and i think i can sense the problem” he says sarcastically, and you chuckle.

“don’t worry, it’ll wear off” you start. “peter, this is marc” you end up introducing and marc nods to him, brows furrowed.

“marc, peter” you introduce again, peter waving to him.

“so if this is marc, where are the other two?” peter whispers to you once he gets close enough.

you look down at the still damp ground. “they’re in there” you say and you sense peters confusion.

“there’s three of ‘em in one body” you explain shortly and he nods.

“hello sir. i’m, i’m peter. peter parker” he starts, putting out a hand. “well- you know i’m peter i’m just- i’m just gonna stop talking now”

marc eyes his covered hand and then reaches out to shake it.

“marc spector” marc starts. “moon knight” he shakes peters hand firmly, making peter nervous.

“okay, there’s too much testosterone here- what now?” you ask, both the boys taking their hands back.

“well- well i just-“

“you help y/n with her abilities right?” marc asks, hands in his pockets.

you stare between the two, peters mask coming down so that he can look at marc properly.

“i do, yeah” peter nods, marc tilting his head at him.

“and you’re treating her good?” he questions and peter nods right away.

“he does” you confirm, and marc nods.

“good.” he takes a breath. “that’s good, she needs you” marc tells peter, and both of you are surprised.

“she needs someone relate to, so i’m glad you’re here for her” he gives peter a tight lipped smile and peter smiles back.

both men look to you while you just blink up at the both of them.

“peter” you start. “how far do your webs go?”

“i- uhm.. i don’t know, this is a new formula” he says and a smile forms on your face.

“well, i bet mine go farther than yours” you scoff, walking to the edge of the roof, peter and marc following.

“do you want to bet?” peter asks and you nod.

“if i win i get to pick what you teach me next” you say and peter nods.

“that’s fair” he starts. “if i win i get to pick then, and trust me you don’t want that” he jokes and you let out a sarcastic laugh.

marc enjoyed just observing off to the side, seeing you happy like this made him happy.

steven and jake on the other hand, felt all the same, but jake was a bit wishy washy about peter.

you and peter reach both of your arms out, counting down and then shooting a web out, yours going quite farther than peters.

it must have been the fact that the webs you had were superior since they were made literally inside you.

there’s no non-weird way to say it, really.

you turn to give a now red-faced peter a look.

“i want you to help me with swinging” you say with a smile.

“i knew you were going to say that” peter shakes his head, chuckling.

marc watched with a smile, and peter noticed.

“listen, i kind of have bad news” peter looks at you, both of your smiles fading a bit.

“i have to go back home- to america in two weeks” he says and you look up at him with glossy eyes.

damn your little kid habits.

“what? will you ever come back?” you ask and peter nods.

“of course i will, i just.. i know you can do great here” peter tells you, bending down to reach your height.

“just remember this, okay?” he starts and you nod.

“with great power.. there is also great responsibility” he nods at you and you smile.

“i’ll miss you. i’ll make sure london stays safe” you assure him and he chuckles.

“i know you will” he stands back up completely and turns to marc.

“marc, and steven, jake.. if you can hear me” he starts, mumbling the last part.

“if you’re ever in america, you always have a place to stay” peter tells him and marc nods.

“nice meeting you” he tells him.

peter nods again awkwardly, and backs up, mask forming back on his face.

“edith just.. i have to go i’m so sorry” he says and you just smile at him.

“i get it, i’ll see you” you say and he waves, hopping off the roof.

you turn to marc who was fighting a smile. “you don’t completely hate him” you nudge his shoulder, also jumping off the roof.

marc’s eyes widen and he looks over to see you standing on the wall, looking up at him with a smirk.

he just lets out a breath and rolls his eyes.

~~~

once you were all back inside, you ended up laying on steven, while he watched the news, you tracing shapes into his chest with your tiny finger.

you perked up at the mention of the crime you stopped just yesterday.

“yeah, she saved my boys life” the mom of the boy says to the camera.

you and steven both focus in on it, and you feel your stomach full with butterflies.

“so, since you’re the first official person saved by this spider-hero, what do you think her name should be?” the news lady asks the little boy in his mothers arms.

“arachnid!” he yells, arms out in the air, the mother laughing.

you gasp and sit up, almost hitting steven in the chin with your head.

“ohmygosh!” you say quickly with a smile.

“dude! i have a cool name now!” you throw yourself forward and wrap your shirt arms around stevens neck, his arms going around you too.

“oh! darling, i’m so proud of you!” steven starts.

“that’s amazing, congratulations!” you hear marc.

jake is the next to speak. “Estoy tan orgullosa de ti, cariño”

~~~

even khonshu had congratulated you, by changing you back early.

he found a way. he’s khonshu.

so of course your appetite came back, and you ate two packages of pop tarts, steven being perfectly fine with it.

all of them were fine with it, really.

as long as you were back to yourself, they were fine with it.

more than fine, they were proud of you for being comfortable to be yourself around them.

so so proud.

they would be proud for every single accomplishment you make.

and they always will.

~~~

A/N : endings are rushed nowadays, but whatever i’m not perfect :) but i do try to be

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[joe9cool]

Collide-Justin Herbert-11

"Happy Belated Bitch! Did you get my gift?" Sara was relaxing in her hot bath while chatting with Bella. Justin was at therapy and practice, so he would be gone all day. The sinus infection had cleared up beautifully over the next two days, thanks to the antibiotics and nasal sprays. Justin was right about the yogurt.

She was upset because she missed Bella's birthday. Usually they spend their birthdays together. But this time, between the illness and the premiere there was no way Sara could make it to New York.

"Oh my god I did! Thank you so much! I'm wearing it now as we speak." It was a $40,000 Bvlgari watch with her sign engraved in it. "Don't worry about missing my birthday dinner, my mom was a killjoy. Making sure I didn't break my diet." Sara laughed. Yolanda was something else. "Did you even get cake?" Bella was silent. "Oh come on Isabella!"

"I got a cupcake!" Sara rolled her eyes. "Unacceptable. Everyone gets cake on their birthday! When you come visit I'll get you one." Things were silent on her friends end "what?" "Well it's funny you should mention me visiting you cause……"

Sara gasped and almost dropped her phone in the water. "No fucking way!" On cue they both screamed. "Bitch when did you get in?"

"Marc and I just checked in this morning! We're staying at his apartment!" Another scream came from both girls. "Marc wants to do a bar thing at Jerry's since he's never been. You should get your coworkers. Also bring Justin! I want to meet him!"

It was Sara's turn to be silent. "I don't want to overwhelm him."

"Oh come on! He's your boyfriend! We have to meet him eventually." She knew that was true. "You know what? I'll see if he wants to come. I know they have a game Monday at home. There's no reason for him not to!"

"Perfect! How does Friday night sound?" They also made plans to go shopping for outfits as well the next day. Once they hung up Sara thought about how Justin would react. Would he object? Think it was too soon? I mean it was only fair that he met her friends. She had met his parents, his team, and technically his brother's girlfriend. ( although she didn't really remember it) why couldn't he meet her friends? He knew about them and she's spoken about them before. 

After the water got cold, she got out and wrapped herself in her warm bathroom and went to her huge walk in closet for some comfy lounge wear. She decided to go to Justin's side. They had.a small space in each other's closets for clothing and other personal items. As Sara was going through his things, she thought about his closets at home. If he was going to come meet her friends, Nike sweats were unacceptable. He had suits and polo tops and khaki pants. But he had no jeans, no casual wear. Once she grabbed a sweatshirt and slipped into it she grabbed her laptop and started online browsing at men's clothing stores. Instead of going to Louis Vuitton and luxury men's clothing she went to Macy's. Luckily just like any girl she peaked at the size of Justin's pants and shirts

After a few hours and spending $900 at macys she couldn't help but go on Nordstroms. They had so many nice accessories and a few cologne bottles. He smelled nice with his soap. After overnight shipping and taxes she had spent around $2000 for Justin. He was worth it though and besides money wasn't an object. It was almost sweetest day, it was a gift for her sweetie.

By the time Justin got home it was 8pm, and Sara couldn't wait to tell him the news. After he made sure she took her medicine. 

"So my best friend Bella and her boyfriend are coming to town." He looked up from washing his hands. "Oh yeah?"

"Marc is throwing her a belated birthday party with our friends and some cast members at Jerry's Thursday. I know you have a shortened day Thursday. Everyone wants to meet you." He sideeyed her.  "Whose everyone? 

"It will be small like around 10-12 people

 Plus it's Jerry's! Super lowkey."

"Uh yeah I don't know we play Monday night primitive with the team in the same division. I got to spend every moment preparing."

Sara was getting frustrated. "Justin only for a couple hours. My friends know I have a boyfriend but they want to meet them."

He shook his head. "I'm not comfortable with that. All of these people know we are together. What if someone takes a photo and it gets around? I don't need that right now."

Tears started to sting at Sara's eyes. "I met your friends. Why can't you meet mine."

Justin didn't look at her "technically they are my teammates."

That was it. How dare he disrespect her. Without another word she got up. Not caring what she was wearing she grabbed her keys and headed to the front door. She didn't want him to see she had been crying. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going for a ride. Don't wait up." Unfortunately Justin used his size to his advantage and she was pulled back and forced to face him. "Are you crying?" She looked away. "Talk to me"

"Why do you always have to be an ass? I've met your family, your 'teammates' on a short notice. You can't do this one thing for me?" He didn't say anything, so she continued on. "Yes pictures will be taken. But none on social media. Even if they were my friends know how private I am and wouldn't do that to me. The fact that you think the worst like that is insulting. Are you embarrassed to be with me? 

Justin's eyes widened. "No! That's not it at all! It's just….." Sara wasn't playing games and was death staring at him. "It's just intimidating, okay? I'm not used to your world. Meeting all of these people, I don't know. I feel like they know how to say and do the right things and then there's me."

"Justin, they are all people just like you and me. We don't say and do all the right things. We're human. You think I wasn't terrified of meeting the people you keep near you? But I did it. Because I care about you. But I feel like you don't really care about me" the tears came back.

Justin grabbed her face. "Hey no I promise that isn't it. I care about you alot. I'm sorry if I make you feel like I don't. That's not what I'm trying to do. I'll go with you, just please don't leave my side."

She nodded. "I won't. I would never do that to you. This is a 50-50 Justin." He nodded and kissed her. "I love that you call me out on my bullshit."

"Well I'll be doing it more often." She smiled. "Do you have a late day tomorrow?" He had to think. "No just more tape and some practice. Should be home by 5."

"I got a surprise for you." He raised his eyebrows? " Really? Does it involve you naked?" She ran her hands up and down his chest. "If you're a good boy. Then yes it can." Truth be told she did pick up some lingerie. Though whenever they had sex it was usually her in her normal bras and underwear. Justin didn't care cause it usually came right off with the clothes. 

She wanted to explore and try new things. Things with Justin were great in the bedroom, but they were vanilla. He did mention tying her up once and she wondered how many kinks he had that didn't get discovered.

All the other bitches he's been with were probably boring she thought bitterly. 

"Sara?' She looked up. "Yes

"You  look like you're ready to smack me." She smiled. "Just lost in thought I guess. You wanna watch a movie and make milkshakes?"

He smiled back. "That sounds great." 

She headed over to the fridge and pulled out all the items, while he looked for a movie she pulled off her hoodie and left herself just in a bra. Grabbing the can of whipped cream she opened her mouth and let the cool cream hit her tongue. She made a total show of it as well. When she was finished she grabbed one of the Moschino cherries out of the jar and tilted her head back again. Using her tongue to pluck the cherry of the stem she moaned. 

During chewing she opened her eyes to find Justin staring at her. She smirked, and decided to take it a step further, she reached behind and took off her bra. Once she was exposed her nipples started to harden from the chilly air and being under his stare. Grabbing the whip cream he gave her a look as If to say 'I dare you.' She sprayed a strip up her sternum and also on her nipples.

Everything happened so fast. 

She was lifted up on the counter as she felt his tongue everywhere. He sucked and bit on her neck and then licked the cream off her nipples before sucking. "Oh god Justin." He moaned before she felt her bottoms being pulled off. Sara pulled Justin up towards her so their lips could meet. "How are your ribs?" Dhe asked when they broke away. 

"Why do you always ask me that when we have sex?"  She laughed. "No, I wanted to ask so I can ride you." He groaned. "You're gonna kill me, you know that?"

Not wanting to wait,she pulled him to the floor. Once he was in position she grabbed his dick and proceeded to lower herself on him. Eyes rolling in the back of her head she heard him moan "that's it. Oh god, so good." Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she found her rhythm. Justin played with her breasts and occasionally slapped her ass. "Justin," she breathed out. "Choke me?"

"Huh?" He got out of his pleasure fogged brain. "Are you sure?" He had never done that before. He was so much bigger than her.

"Justin please choke me!" He took his hand off her breast and wrapped it around her neck. After applying some light pressure. "Justin Yes! Yes! Yes!" More pressure. "Oh my god I'm gonna cum!" Slowly she reached behind her and began applying pressure to his balls. Justin's eyes rolled in the back of his head. "Sara. Ugh. " letting out a loud moan He emptied himself in her. She continued to bounce. His other hand went down and began to rub her clit. In just ten seconds she fell apart and fell to the side.

"Ow." He turned to look at her while catching his breath. "Oh shit. Did I go too hard?" She shook her head. "No, it was great. I just forgot we weren't on the bed." They both started laughing. Justin gathered Sara in his arms and smiled when she planted a kiss on his chest. After a few moments. "We need to put that ice cream back in the fridge."

Justin shrugged "well we were gonna do milkshakes." Eventually they got up and dressed. The milkshakes came out perfect and they watched the movie. During the movie Sara's phone dinged with messages. She saw Justin's eyes look down at her device. "Who is that?"

She shrugged "I don't know. Just ignore it."

Ding

Ding

He gave her a look. She grabbed it and saw it was an Instagram message.

Jbbigbear is now following you.

Hi.

I heard you're not feeling well. Justin was saying on the plane Sunday. Hope youre feeling better!

She smiled. That was sweet.  She followed him back and responded.

Hi! I am feeling much better. Sinus infection. Those are always fun!"

Jbbigbear: I get those alot. You do sinus rinses?

No. Too afraid to do them.

Jjbigbear: try it sometime they help so much!

Thanks! I definitely will! This feeling is awful.

"Who is that?" Justin normally didn't care, but she was even paying attention to the movie.  "It's Joey."

"Bosa?" Sara didn't notice but Justin's jaw clenched. Bosa never extended himself. Was he a friendly guy? Of course, but not this way. "He was just asking me how I was doing. You told the guys I was sick?"

“Yeah they wanted to come over when we got in, but I was talking to Erika and she said she was home. Why did you lie by the way?"

"I didn't want to bother you. You had a game." He rolled his eyes. "So? I would have had one of your people check in on you."

Putting her phone down she scooted closer to him. "Justin I know football is more important right now." He was silent.

"What makes you say that?" She looked surprised "well I mean, you live and breathe football. Look at Tom and Gisele, he chose football over her and the kids."

"That's a shit example, if I have a family I'm not going to be playing football forever. Some things are just more important than football."

She had to ask the million dollar question

 "Would you say I'm more important than football?"

"Yes." He didn't hesitate. It was a second thought. Which for him was unusual. Everything came after the game. With Sara his things changed. It was different, it was…. Nice. She smiled and kissed him. Laying her head on his lap they turned back into the movie

After a while Sara was bored. She began stroking his legs.  Once she did that for a while her hand crept up to what she wanted the most. Justin sucked in a sharp breath. "God you are insatiable. Dirty girl" She giggled and he lifted up so she could pull down his sweats. Once his cock was freed she spit on him to create a lube. After a few seconds of jerking her spit mixed with his precum.  She ran her thumb across his tip and he moaned. "Please Sara take it in your mouth."  She pretended to think about it for a moment.

"Stop teasing." He growled, then gasped as she did what she was told. She moaned as she hollowed her mouth. After a few bobs she pulled off. "Justin fuck my face."

"Okay. Uhh fuck. Squeeze my thigh if it gets too much." He gathered her hair in a makeshift ponytail while went back to work and took him all the way to her throat. Once she relaxed. She felt Justin's hands apply pressure to her head. Tears gathered at her eyes as she became wet as Justin used her like a sex doll. She fucking loved it. She was gagging on his dick and Justin was loving it as well. He was so into it he forgot he was supposed to be forcing Sara on him. This allowed her to pull up for air, a trail of spit left on his dick and she begun jerking him again

Justin's head was back, mouth wide open as his moans became louder. She opened her mouth as he began shooting on her face and in her mouth. She kept sucking as he finished and she felt his hand pull her off of him. "Holy fuck" She looked up to see Justin staring at the ceiling. "You are amazing." 

"Unlock your phone." Slowly he did and handed it to her. She tapped the camera app and turned it to selfie mode. With his cum on her face she took a couple photos and handed it back to him. " a little something for when we are away from each other"

Justin had a dopey smile on his face. A regular occurrence when he came. "You look beautiful with my cum on your face." She giggled as she got up to wash her face. After that they cuddled and watched a couple of shows before falling asleep.

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"I feel stupid." Sara swatted at his shoulder. "Shut it! You look great! Incredibly sexy!" He looked at himself in her mirror. This was something he would never wear. A snug fitting v-neck shirt with dark jeans. On his feet were Ralph Lauren shoes.. he grabbed the dark Jean jacket and put it on. Okay, he had to admit he did look good.

When he came to Sara’s after practice he was greeted by a ton of packages and boxes. "What's all this?"

She had a huge smile as she was pouring dressing on a big bowl of salad, no doubt their dinner. "It's your surprise!" He turned and looked at her. Eyebrows raised. "This isn't you naked."

She rolled her eyes. "Maybe that will come later if you're good. I got you some presents for sweetest day!"

His face softened. He was touched. "Babe, this looks expensive." He saw the huge Nordstrom box, and the barney's box. "This must have cost a fortune. I can't accept this!"

"Well you're gonna have to. You can't insult your girlfriend by refusing this." He smiled. "At least tell me how much this all cost." She shook her head. "No way that's rude. You would have a heart attack." 

He picked up a Rolex box. He stared in disbelief. "Sara, that is Rolex! You know how much that is!"

"It's expensive, I know. However I shot an ad campaign a year ago. I asked them for a favor. Open it first."  He carefully unwrapped the package. Once taking the lid off he saw the watch. It was a gorgeous sapphire face with diamonds around the face. It was gorgeous. He was getting choked up. "Baby you really didn't have to.

She walked up to him. "Let me spoil you please "

Once he put it down he unwrapped all of the other boxes. He had to admit he felt like a kid on Christmas. Once everything was unboxed, he was surrounded by new clothing, casual and golf as well as pregame fits. Sara went to her bedroom and got the last box, Justin's eyes followed her as she reappeared with the orange box with the blue ribbon. 

‘Louis Vuitton’ He looked. “Sara I can’t.”

She set the box down and sushed him. “First of all, before you say something, I didn’t technically buy it. It was a gift when I attended Paris Fashion week last year. They asked me to pick out a bag and I chose this one. I said I would give it as a gift sometime, and I havent found that time til now.” All of her friends were wealthy, and she hooked up all of her hometown friends many times before. Her sisters were wealthy, especially the one with the NHL husband.  Justin never bought himself anything expensive based on what she had seen. She felt like he deserved this.

Unwrapping the bow and lifting the led he unfolded the wrapping paper to reveal the Damier Graphite Keepall Bandouliere 45 bag. It was gorgeous, he had to admit. It did make him feel better that it was given as a gift and not something she purchased. He stood up and kissed her. “Thank you so much. I don’t deserve this.” She pressed her face against his hard chest. “You’re welcome. Now I want you to try some stuff on, I need to see if it fits.

Which brought them to where  they were now. He felt like he was a kid again, trying on stuff at the store while his mom fussed about. He put on the next outfit, a gray button up, sleek black pants and dress shoes. Okay, he was feeling this. After about twenty outfit changes he was ready for his surprise for being a good boy. He put the clothes away in Sara's room where he saw the Victoria's Secret. He gave her a shit eating grin. "So this is my gift? I've been good"

Sara didn't miss a beat. "You got a ton of gifts already." He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach. "Don't tease me" He growled. She smirked. “I am not, I am offended you would think I would do that.” His large hands were rubbing her stomach, lifting her shirt in the process. “I don’t know if you deserve it, you weren’t going to accept my gifts.”

All of the sudden she was bent over on the bed. She felt Justin’s large hand on her ass before she felt the smack. “I spent so much money on you and this is what you do? I don’t think you deserve this pussy.” She felt his weight on her as she felt him whisper in her ear. “I don’t think you can make that call.” Her leggings were pulled down, along with her underwear. She moaned as she felt the sting of a slap. The next sound was shuffling as he pulled down his pants and underwear before he pushed into her. Sara gasped as she felt Justin’s large body cover her as he began to thrust. “Faster! Faster!” She breathed and he obliged. 

“Oh god baby you feel so good.” Justin gasped out as he lifted himself up to change the angle of his thrusting,which his partner enjoyed. “Uh uh uh!” Sara cried out as she felt Justin near his end. His hand snaked down and rubbed her clit, which sent her over the edge. Once they both finished, they both collapsed on the bed. They both scooted up the bed, both exhausted, Justin pulled Sara close to him and they both fell asleep.

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It was Friday night, and instead of Justin relaxing and getting ready to watch tape. He was getting a facial. Sara had come over to his place while he was at practice to get ready for her best friend's party. He was nervous, it had been on the back of his mind at practice that he was going to be at a party with supermodel Bella Hadid, and other celebrities. Granted, it was a party of fifteen people and he knew Joe and his wife would be as well. It was still nerve wracking. 

When he got home, Sara made him take a hot shower. It was to help his pores, once he did that. Sara got to work with a mask on his and her face. Then she took some roller looking thing, while she put slimy serums and an under eye mask.  “This is gonna help with your skin looking good.” She stated as she put some clear substance on his lips. He tried to swat her away when she took the tweezers and began plucking his eyebrow hair. “Stop that hurts” She hit his hands away. “Oh please you get slammed by 200 lbs men every sunday and you’re complaining?” She rolled her eyes. “You made me sit through last night’s boring ass game.”

He pouted. “I thought you liked watching football.”

“I like watching you play football.” She smirked. “I also like watching Joe Burrow too.” He groaned as she plucked another hair. “Not him, do you know how many times I have heard everyone fawn over him?”

“Well have you looked at him?”

“I have, many times, thank you very much. Just to let you know we played them last year and we won.”

“I could go low blow right now but I won’t” she got off of him. “Now how do you feel?” He rubbed his face. “Like a million bucks.” He did feel good. While he usually just washed his face, his skin always had some sort of blemish or issue. The entire time Sara was lecturing him about products and moisturizer. Also how important SPF was especially living in California. “Ill get you a skincare starter routine.” Sara told him as she began to slip on her undergarments. Justin stared at her for a minute before he came back to reality. “You will not, you spent too much money on me already. I cannot let you do that.” She rolled her eyes.  “Well I can get you this stuff for free. I already have a shit ton in my cabinet from brands and PR packages.”

He smiled. This was different, his girlfriend talking about giving him skincare, him going to meet her friends. Going out in public where people knew they were together. It was weird, but not in a bad way? This was a natural part of any relationship, but as selfish as it seemed he liked it just being the both of them. Sara turned around and smiled at him as she curled her hair and his heart skipped a beat. She looked gorgeous, a black sequined jumpsuit with the bottoms being see through underneath black spandex shorts. Hair was curled, makeup was smokey (she did her hair and makeup herself. Didn't want to risk tipping anyone off) He was wearing the gray button up shirt with black pants and polo shoes. His hair was styled with a bit of gel and he was shaved. Sara waved him over in front of the full length mirror. Once she had her sky high heels on she took a selfie in the mirror. Looking like a perfect polished couple, she opened her phone to text Marc and Bella they were on their way. 

Justin wanted to drive to Jerry's. It made him feel manly. Also the main reason being he had to focus on something besides how nerve wracking this was. They took her Mercedes due to slightly tinted windows in the evening. The whole way Sara noticed he was quiet and tapping on the steering wheel. She grabbed his hand and held it with both of hers and it still didn't even cover his. "Hey. At the end of the day they are people just like you and me. Okay." He looked over for a second and nodded. "You know there are people out there who are having the same reaction at the thought of meeting you and what do you say to that?"

He smiled. "That I'm just a man from Oregon."

"Exactly and they're just people from parts of the United States, and I'm just a stubborn woman from Pennsylvania." He laughed. It seemed to calm him down a bit, but she could tell there were nerves, which was to be expected. Meeting new people is daunting. Once they pulled into Jerry’s and saw all of the cars he wanted to turn around and leave, but he knew this was important to Sara, and he did force her to meet his team and parents, which he hasn’t met hers yet. 

Sara had posted a few selfies to her insta. While many of her friends and family responded and hyped her up there was one that stood out. 

Jbbigbear: You look great! Have fun. Post tons of pics!

Saracwozniak : You sound like my mom!

Jbbigbear: if I had told you my real thoughts I wouldn't sound like a mom.

Saracwozniak: down boy

Once they got in they barely recognized the place. It was Decorated to the nones. Balloons and flowers everywhere. There was a DJ set up in the corner with a photo booth. Food was catered and in the middle was a two tiered cake. Justin saw Bella and what he assumed to be her boyfriend talking to others including Joe and Alisha.

Bella spotted them first, and Sara was thrown into a hug with the tall, slender supermodel. "Ahhh it's been too long! I can't believe I missed you while you were in New York!" She pulled away and her focus was on the man taller than her. "You must be Justin." She hugged Justin. "Holy shit you're huge!" Justin blushed. "Sorry it's just I've never come face to face with a football player before." Once Marc pulled away from Sara's hug he shook Justin's hand.

Justin was introduced to quite a few people that night. From Sara's coworkers to Bella's model friends. It felt like more than fifteen people. Everyone was welcoming and friendly. But he still sat at one of the tables in the corner while Sara was pulled away into her friend group. 

He was browsing his phone and saw an incoming message from Taylor

Thanks for the flowers, I don't understand why you would send them.

He was about to formulate a reply when he felt the chair across from him move. He looked up and put his phone away when he saw Bella and the blonde with the two first names. "Where's Sara?"

"She's in the bathroom. We thought this would be a good opportunity to get to know you." The blonde. Anna? Said 

"Look. Sara told us how you were and that you didn't like all this fame stuff, and we get it it's overwhelming. I'm sure you think we thrive off it but we are very private people. Ann-Sophie hid her pregnancy from the media until it was leaked halfway through. Marc and I didn't start making appearances til we were together for at least a year."

Justin was very uncomfortable. "I don't understand where this is going."

"We understand that you and Sara love your privacy, but when this relationship goes public. And whether you like it or not, things are gonna change. We want to make sure you are in it. Sara likes you a lot, and we want to make sure you are on the up and up. Otherwise we will fuck you up."

His eyes widened, not believing that he was being threatened by models. "Are you threatening me?"

"It's a promise." They saw Sara approach the table. "So she tells us you're from Oregon? What part?"

He stuttered a bit before Sara reached the table. "Eugene. Right by Oregon University where I went to school." Sara sat next to him "what were you guys just talking about" She gave her girlfriends a look.

Ann-sophie threw up her hands. "Nothing! God why do you always think the worst of us?"

Sara didn't miss a beat "cause you two are usually doing the worst." Justin laughed.

"We just wanted to know the guy you've been ditching us for."

"I haven't been ditching you two. You guys are in New York. "

Suddenly the DJ announced the food was open. Justin and Sara grabbed their plates and sat back down, this time being the two of them. "So tell me what did they really say to you?"

He looked up from his plate. "They wanted to kick my ass if I hurt you." She threw her head back in exasperating fashion. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! They are not actually going to do it."

He smiled. "I get it. It's okay" he didn't want to mention the part where they stated about going public with their relationship. Now was not the time. But after a few minutes in silence he had to ask. "Hey listen."

"Mind if we join you guys? Joe and Alisha occupied the two empty spots next to them. "No it's fine." Sara smiled. The two began to fall into conversation. At one point Sara went to grab Justin's hand across the table to hold it. He pulled away, which didn't go unnoticed by Alisha. "So are you ready for the new season to start?" Joe asked, oblivious to the anger Sara was feeling.

"Yes I haven't read the full script but its gonna be crazy with all the plot twist and turns"

"There's so many sex scenes though." Sara nodded. "Yes Greg and I have a few

This time Justin butt in. "Huh?"

She waved him off. "My character and her main off and on dude. We are supposed to have this insane argument and then we have sex. Then there's one I can't remember the details of."

"Oh really. "Justin was jealous. It made her smile

Justin's phone rang. "Excuse me, I'll be right back." He stepped outside the bar.

"What the fuck was that about?" Alisha questioned as soon as he disappeared.

"Wait what?" Joe looked between the two women. "She tried to reach for his hand and he backed away from it. Also I have not seen him even make an effort to anyone in this party besides Bella and Ann-Sophie and they approached him"

Sara sighed. "I don't know, we were doing so well. We made it official as well. But I don't know. He's not comfortable with all this.”

Alisha rolled her eyes. "He's still your boyfriend though, like has he ever heard of compromise?" Joe put his hand on her arm. "Babe stop. Everyone is different."

The topic was dropped and Sara went to check her phone.

Jbbigbear: I'm seeing pics of the party. Everyone looks well. Also a karaoke machine? I'm offended I wasn't invited.

Saracwozniak: You do karaoke? I'd never peg you for that.

Jbigbear: what? It's fun. Give me a few drinks and I'll be up there with the classics. I used to party hard in college Sara  I went to Ohio State.

She wondered if she should have brought Joey instead.

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"Hello?" Justin was confused as to why a restricted number would be calling.

"Hellloooooo" it was Taylor, 

"What the hell? Why are you calling me?"

"Why'd you send the flowers?" She was drinking. This was great 

"My manager sent them. I wasn't made aware of it til she told me."

"So thats it? Is really ocer?" She was slurring. He never pegged her as a big drinker. Usually having wine when they hung out."

"What is going on with you!? This isn't you. We agreed on the conditions."

"Jusgin you just ended things one moments your fine and then it's like you want noothing to do with me." She started crying and he cringed. He couldn't believe he was doing this shit right now. "Listen, I'm not doing this right now. I'm watching tape right now. Sober up and don't do anything stupid."

"It doesn't sound like yourrrr home."

"Goodbye." He hung up and took a deep breath. This was ridiculous, he was going to have to lay down the law with her.

He headed back in to find Sara and her friends singing karaoke. He recognized ‘Real Slim Shady playing.”

“You want one?” He looked over to find Marc with a Corona in hand, he took one and took a swig of it. “Thanks”

“Those girls really are something arent they?” He turned to look at Marc. “What do you mean?”

“I saw them corner you at the table earlier, giving you the usual ‘hurt her I’ll kill you talk.”

“And you know that cause?”

“Sara, Ann-Sophie,and Gigi gave the exact same talk to me. These girls are tight, they have all been in toxic relationships. They look out for each other." He slapped Justin on the back. "I know this is overwhelming, trust me. I was an art dealer. Then one day this brunette walks into my shop. I asked for her number, thinking she wouldn't call me back. But here we are."

Justin smiled. "We met at Joe and Alisha's wedding. My buddy forced me to go. She's made the first move on everything." Marc laughed. "Sounds like Sara. She is great, you know? Sweet, always putting others first."

"She's fantastic." Justin agreed. "My whole world was football. Everything was the game and ball. Right now I'd be watching tape." This was the first time he had admit to anyone, even himself, that he was crazy about the brunette dancing in a circle her friends created.

Marc smiled. "Well I'm glad you're here. You need to explain the game to me.  I got a client that gave me tickets to the Jets game. I didn't want to offend him so I have to go, but I don't know shit about football."

Justin went over the rules with him until it was time for cake. After it was sliced up and served, everyone hit the dance floor. Despite Justin being a terrible dancer, he found out a couple beers later he didn't care what anyone thought. The couple danced the night away. Oblivious to everyone around them.

The songs were very fast paced. Until the DJ decided he wanted couples on the floor. At one point when Sara was getting water, Justin asked the DJ to play a slow song

Once Sara came back he nodded at the DJ who made the announcement. "Alright everyone this is a special request. Let's give everyone a break from twerking." The crowd laughed. "Everyone grab your partner and have a dance. This song is called 'Quitting you'

To Sara’s surprise, Justin grabbed her hand and led her back to the floor before the song started playing

I think about you all the time

I can't get you off my mind

If they only knew

Who I'd been talking to

You got a place off the park

I'll come by after dark

Cause I was scared when you let me in.

The tears gathered in her eyes as she looked at Justin. He met her gaze and smiled.

And it hurts

All through out my insides

I couldn't stop if I tried loving you

I'll never learn

So I'll call you when I'm outside

Said the keys behind the porch light of unit 2 

And I thought of maybe quitting.

But there's no quitting you 

Bella and Marc were among the couples on the floor watching Justin and Sara 

"So what do you think of them?" She asked her boyfriend. Marc smiled 

"I think they're great. Opposites attract, and I think if they can survive the fame. They will get married."

Bella wasn't sure. "We will see."

Every couple was so into each other on the floor that they didn't notice one of the guests' phone camera on Justin and Sara

It was 1am when they left the party. Sara had promised Jerry that she was going to send in a cleanup crew in the afternoon in addition to a large amount of cash.

After the group disbanded in the parking lot Justin drove home, being the more sober of the two since he only had two beers. She was a little tipsy, but it was wearing off since she was snacking on the leftovers after all that dancing.

However right now she was horny. "Justin?"

"Yes?" 

"When you get to this light make a left and then another left and park." He looked around.

"Uh we are talking about a back road with forests. There's nothing around."

"Yes, exactly."

"Uh I don't think that's safe."

"Oh okay." That changed his tune and he followed her directions. Once he parked he turned towards her. "Do you want privacy?"

Before he could get another sentence out of his mouth she kissed him furiously. "Get in the back seat. " She stated.

"I don't give a shit. Once you make the second turn just park it. I'm gonna be sick." She lied

"Babe you said you were sick." "No I'm not. Now get in the back seat." She unbulcked herself and ungracefully slid into the back seat. Causing Justin to laugh. He was still unsure. "This isn't a good idea. What If the cops come."

"One. This is going to be quick. Two. No cops come by here. Me and my Friends have been here alot. Now please get in the fucking back seat!"

"Fine!" He opened the door and got in the back, knowing he was too large to do what she did. Once he got situated in the back. "Uh how is this going to work?"

She pressed the button to open the sunroof. Wishing she wore a dress instead, she took up the lace bottoms before beginning to remove the jumpsuit. Justin got to work undoing his pants and underwear. Eventually she got nude, and he began to kiss and suck at her nipples. She moaned, grateful for any kind of touch. Running her fingers through his hair. She grabbed his dick and sank onto it, both of them moaning. Justin was huge, so Sara's head was poking out the sunroof. It was a funny sight, and it will probably be funny later but right now the young couple were on a mission. Justin buried his face in her breasts as she grabbed the opening of the sunroof to help her bounce  "Justin!" She moaned as he rotated his hips to match hers. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the danger of being caught that Sara came fast. Justin followed after with the aftershocks of his partner's orgasm.

"Oh my god." He breathed as Sara laid on him. After a minute she got off of him and went to grab napkins out of the center console. She noticed the look he gave her. "I eat a lot in my car." He laughed and she joined him. "I've never done this before."

He kissed her. "Me either." Once they dressed and got back on the road. He reached for hand. "I have something to ask you?"

 She raised her eyebrow at him. "So the week of the 23rd is a bye week for us. I wanted to go home for a few days. See family."

"Yeah I'll watch over Nova." He snorted.

"Thats not what I wanted to know. I want you to come with me. We could drive up there. It's 8 hours, and I have a house close to my parents. We can stay there, or-" He was rambling, it was cute.

She kissed the back of his hand. "Of course I'll come with you! I've never been to Oregon.” She kissed him on the cheek. The rest of the way was filled with a loving silence, an unspoken agreement that she was to spend the weekend at his place.

Once he pulled into his garage. She slipped out and entered his house, him behind her. “You know all that dancing and sweating. I feel really dirty." She unzipped her jumpsuit. Despite the fact that they just had sex in the car, his mouth was dry.

"I'm not tired at all." Sara continued. "Wanna join me in the shower?"

Without a word, he followed her into the bathroom.

A.N. Hey Guys! wanted to get some this out. Remember my inbox is always open and I am always down to talk about anything.! Also, next chapter is going to have a surprise meet and greet between 

[romanarose]

Seattle: Chapter 5

Marc Spector X fem! OC

Seattle Masterlist

Part 4 : Part 6

Summary: Rebecca and Marc travel back to Chicago for a funeral, Rebecca and Marc face people from their past, together.

Warnings: References to domestic violence, sexual assault via condom tampering, references to child abuse, shown child abuse (aggressive behavior/manhandling/pain inflicted on teenagers), mentions of miscarriage, inflicting miscarriage, siblings being siblings, victim blaming, Marc and Rebecca are in a bit of a fight, Rebecca got some anger she gotta work on.

Not proof read, this literally took me hours I'm so tired of looking at it

This picture is just so cute asdfgjkl look how mad he is, he’s pouting watching the others fight knowing he’s not supposed to intervene

A/N got my groove back, last chapter sucked ass, this is much better. the flashbacks have tie in with the present, top tier

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“Mac, I told you 1000 times you didn’t have to come”

It had been nearly two months at this point. Two months of divorce paper work and filing complaints with the court, getting medical and police records. Jack’s calls and texts to Becca had become none-stop, to the point where the courts ordered all phone communication to go through Matty. No protection or restraining order was granted, however the judge seemed to think Jack “wasn’t an immediate threat”. It still seemed like Rebecca would be granted the divorce and a settlement, Matt and Foggy were good at their job, but the male judge still seemed to take things easy on Jack, despite the overwhelming evidence.

“Oh, yeah, sure, and leave you to deal with him alone? Yeah Beccs, I’m definitely gonna do that” Marc rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “And I told you, that you don’t have to go in the first place.” After several decade of drinking and poor health, Rebecca’s dad died of a heart attack. Marc knew better than most that this does not bring the relief that many might think, but it doesn’t bring the sorrow you’d expect from the death of a parent. It brings both, and it’s confusing as hell. He tried to tell her she didn’t have to go to the funeral or the shiva, but she insisted she had too. Rebecca had lost years to Jack, years of traditions and faith, Marc assumed this was part of her reclaiming it.

Problem was, Jack was going too. Asa invited him. Rebecca refused to tell Asa the brunt of what happened, Marc figured this was out of pride, or embarrassment, but either way, Asa had taken Jack's side in the divorce, as had much of the family. Still, for whatever reason, Rebecca had decided it was her duty to go and help. She had already insta-carted groceries she’d need to feed the family after services. Rebecca wasn’t observing the complete shiva, no she couldn’t take her family that long. Funeral was the evening of their flight, which left at 6 in the fucking morning, then one day of shiva with everyone, Sunday, they’d get lunch with Elias, and her and Marc might spend some time at their old stomping grounds, then head home monday in time for Steven to teach his evening class, and Rebecca would finish out the shiva in her own way. ‘In and out’ she had said, like it was a fucking heist. Somehow, this was more intimidating than any mission he had been on before. Chicago, his dad, her dad, Jack, Asa… it was all overwhelming. Hey mate, I’ll be here, yeah? I can fake your accent pretty well. Maybe not for dad, but enough to get by with the shiva, so it’s too much, let me take over, yeah?

I’ll be fine, Steven, thanks

Marc.

He sighed. Yeah, okay, I’ll let you take the body if I need it.

And just talk to her. She understands. She loves you.

I need to be here for her

I know, but she’s still embarrassed. Allowing her to help you, will help her too. She wants to repay you

She doesn’t have too-

I know, but she wanted to.

“I know you don’t want to come. I can handle Jack and Asa by myself” She insisted, breaking Marc out of his thoughts.

Marc scoffs, they’ve had this argument 100 the last few days since Asa called to tell her her dad passed. “Yeah, right, and leave you to get back together with Jack” He rolled his eyes as he kept walking straight ahead. When he didn’t hear her voice telling him to fuck off, like she had several times since they had been… are they fighting? He turned around to find her glaring at him, arms crossed. He sighs, the bustle of the airport terminal suddenly very loud. “What?”

“That was a dick thing to say” she pointed at him. “And you fucking know it.” Behind her anger was genuine hurt, and Marc didn’t like to see her hurt.

“I’m sorry.”

She softened, but was still on edge. “It’s fine Marc, just… if you’re coming with me, you need to try and behave, or I will not hesitate to kick you out of the shiva.” She was dead serious as she continued walking to their flight. Fuck, Marc needed coffee. He turned to the Starbucks and got in line with Rebecca.

“I know you will, baby” He smirked a bit. “You might be the most terrifying girl I’ve dated.”

“Am I really scarier than Layla?” She asked, smiling at him, then ordering for both of them.

“Hm” he pretended to think it over. “You both have crazy eyes, let's call it a tie”

Marc Elias Spector had been in a lot of situations in his life. Recently, meaning last week, he had agreed to being the avatar for an Egyptian god, because it was slightly better than death. Slightly. But as he sat in Rebecca’s living room with her and her fiance, he wondered if it was too late to choose the other alternative. 

Jack didn’t like him. That was okay, he didn’t like Jack. He seemed arrogant, smug, harsh. But the worst part is, Rebecca was nervous. When was the last time he saw Becca nervous? She wasn’t even nervous around her dad. But she was nervous around Jack. She got him food and whiskey and whatever he wanted, and Marc couldn’t quite put his finger on how this felt wrong to him. Rebecca was a caretaker, she took care of Asa, she took care of Marc, and she even took care of her dad in the early years. But this… this felt like serving. This felt like watching Rebecca waitress as he waited for her shift to end.

“So Marc,” Jack starts “Becky tells me you work in Cairo, helping with expeditions?” So that's what she told him. Marc eased a bit, a swell of pride in his chest. Marc and Rebecca didn’t have secrets. Jack and her did.

“Yeah” He nods along with her lie seamlessly. “For now anyway. I tend to go where life takes me”

“Is that why you’re here? Work is too unstable, you need somewhere to crash?” It wasn’t so much what Jack said, but how he said it. He was condescending. Pretty rich boy who had everything laid out for him, felt superior to Marc. Did he know Rebecca’s struggles with housing? Did he make her feel bad for it? Or did she keep that part of her life from him? Was she ashamed of her time homeless, or was she ashamed of Marc?”

Marc felt himself flaring with anger, but he looked at Becca, sitting so far away on the other side of the couch. She could feel the tension. For her, he’d play nice. “Nope” He smiled as best he could. “Just wanted to be here for the wedding” he lied through his teeth.

“I bet you do” Jack smiled. Marc smiled. Becca smiled. Marc swore he saw her mouth ‘fuck’

Silence persisted.

Being in Chicago was not one of Marc’s favorite places to be, but it wasn’t one of the worst. Chicago is a major city, the various bullshit odd jobs he worked would bring him there from time to time, and he got used to being in the vicinity, seeing old sights and the familiar culture. This would be slightly more difficult, as Rebecca’s family was in the same neighborhood as his, but as long as he avoided the surrounding streets to his house, he’d be okay. Rebecca would never ask him to enter that area. She didn’t even ask him to come, honestly. Marc was already going to go, of course, but when he found out Jack was attending the services, he wasn’t going to leave Rebecca alone for a second

This had been… tense, the last few days. There had been times the last two months that they bickered, even fought, but it wasn’t bad. She was hurting, she was suffering. She always apologized, even when she didn’t really need to. That was a byproduct of Jack too. Rebecca was proud, always admitting when she was wong, but never when she wasn’t. Marc allowed her to apologize, picking his battles. She was starting to look more like herself again; color coming back in her face, the chemicals fading out of her hair, allowing it to curl again. She even cut it off again and dyed it closer to her natural color again. She was also acting more like herself, the bickering was evidence of that. But the last few days were different. Marc found himself with a bunch of feelings he couldn’t really discern, an anger in him he didn’t feel comfortable with, an anger that seemed to center around her, and he couldn’t place why. 

So he had been distancing himself, not wanting to take his anger out of her in any way, allowing Steven to take the body a majority of the time. Rebecca noticed, but didn’t say anything. He assumed she figured it had to do with going back to Chicago, but there was something else.

When they arrived at Rebecca’s childhood home, he felt the nervousness he often did in their childhood while standing at this very doorstep. Some things never change. 

“Marc.” Carl was standing in the doorway. Maybe it’s the memory being distorted by the haze of the past, or maybe he really was towering over Marc. Carl was always tall, that’s where Becca got it. By the end of puberty, Rebecca was an inch taller than Marc, sanding at 5’10. Marc was always on the shorter side, but at 14 he had barely started his growth spurt. Embarrassingly, people thought Rebecca was his older sister in more than one situation. Right now, Marc wished he was taller, stronger, braver. He wanted to fight for her, stand up to her dad, stand up to his mom… but right now, they were both pretty helpless. The most they could do was be there for each other, and protect each other in school. Rebecca’s grades were significantly better, she helped Marc with school so he could avoid getting whipped when grades came in. Likewise, although they never told people they were dating, Marc’s protective grasp on her shoulders out in public and the way they were attached at the hip generally kept her safe from men at school. At 14, he wasn’t exactly the strongest in the high school, but he had absolutely thrown punches for her before. And for other reasons. And for no reason. Point being, although he wasn’t strong, he was known for being a bit crazy. Psycho was thrown around a lot.

“Hello, Mr. Levi” Marc tried his best to be polite. He had seen what Carl had done to Rebecca, and always tried to avoid that, although he suspected he wouldn’t dare, considering his dad's position in the temple. Marc had always told Rebecca he’d talk to his dad for her, get Rebecca and Asa help, but Rebecca had the martyr complex of a catholic. She rationed that Carl only hurt her, not Asa, and being sent to foster care would absolutely hurt him. It wasn’t Marc’s place to make that choice for her, so he minded his business. “Is Becca home?”

Carl looked at him for a moment, considering the boy. “Yeah, she’s in her room, but I think we should have a talk first.” The tone he used was strangely calm, the tone Wendy used before she hurt Marc, it sent a shiver down his spine, but he was in no position to argue, stepping inside the hallway at Carl’s motioning. “What’s going on with you guys.”

Marc had wondered how long until this conversation happened. Elias and Wendy both teased Marc about her, one more gently than the other, but neither malicious. Wendy mostly referred to her as Marc’s “little girlfriend” on good days, or “That Levi girl” on bad ones. His dad hadn’t exactly given him “the sex talk”, school’s lackluster sex ed had covered most of what Marc knew. Not having friends that weren’t Rebecca really cut into his knowledge on the subject, and his dad certainly didn’t have any hidden porno mags to find, so the barebones basics of public education had to due on the mechanical end. What Elias did give him was a very basic, but very straightforward (and very humiliating) talk on consent. Of course, that wasn’t the word he used, but that was the theme of one of the few talks his dad had given him in regards to being a man, and it had happened after Elias asked what his relationship with Rebecca was last year. With a blushing Marc desperately trying to escape the conversation, insisting they were just friends, Elias told him all that he really needed to know about sex. Make sure sh’s comfortable, make sure she actually wants it. Don’t force, don’t beg, don’t bargain for it. Make sure she’s enjoying herself, and stop if she’s not. Years latter, although Marc could write a book on his dads mistakes, he would always respect his dad for not giving the simple “don’t do it”. Marc had barely ever thought about kids, Layla didn’t want them, and he wasn’t really sure he could do it right, but he knew if he ever did, this was one talk he’d pass down to his son. 

He had a feeling this is not where Carl was going.

Asa opened the door. “Hey Becca” He greeted his sister with a warm hug, and it seemed like the grief may have swept away some tension, at least for now. “Marc” he extended a hand, which Marc shook. “Thanks for coming, it’s nice to see you again.” He sounded sincere, at least.

“You too Asa. I’m sorry for your loss”

Asa smirked, and looked a little more like the preteen Marc knew way back. “No, you’re not, but it’s fine, please, come in.”

Rebecca went right to work with the groceries that were delivered, prepping for the gathering after the funeral. People from the temple would probably drop by, offer condolences, and maybe stop to chat to see what the gossip was on Asa and Rebecca’s lives, but no one really liked Carl, and their family wasn’t that big. Marc could tell she was nervous. Jack was literally only going to be there to piss torment Rebecca and piss off Marc. Men like Jack usually separated their partners from their family, Jack’s method was a bit different. Jack was big on portraying perfection, abusive families and sibling tensions wouldn’t do. Rebecca was forced back into a relationship with her dad and brother. She wasn’t upset about seeing Asa, she counted that as a blessing, but Jack was in total control, stepping into the role Marc occupied before, hence Asa taking Jack’s side in the divorce. They still played video games online regularly, despite not talking to Rebecca since she left, until he called to let her know their dad had a heart attack.

Services went as expected, a jewish funeral despite Carl’s lack of participation in the faith. When he felt Rebecca’s hand squeeze Marc’s hard, he knew that meant she spotted Jack. She remained strong, always so strong, his pillar, his rock. He would be that for her.

Marc didn’t leave her side for a second. She spent most of her time in the kitchen prepping and plating and cooking, not exactly eager to be in the room with her family who all just adored Jack. He watched her angrily cut a cucumber with the aggression of a butcher. “You doing okay Beccs? We can-”

She slammed the knife on the cutting board, and Marc was thankful she couldn’t see him startle. “Marc Spector, suggest we leave again and I’m kicking you out.” She stared at the wall ahead of her. 

“Beccs-”

She turned to him. “Don’t ‘Beccs’ me, Marc, you don’t want to be here, so just go, go back to the hotel, or go back to New York, I don’t fucking care, I’ll deal with this myself.”

He groaned. “Of course I don’t want to be here Rebecca! Nothing good happened her, not in this house, not in this city, nothing, being here brings back bad memories I try my damnest to forget, and I don’t understand why you insist on being here!”

“He’s my dad”

Marc threw up his hands. “I get it, Rebecca! I get it, you’re morally superior to me, you go to your dads funeral, you forgive him after everything he did to you, you forgive Jack, again and again, you’re better than me, I get it”

Marc… mate…

Rebecca stared at him, and Marc braced for a fight, for her to yell at him and for them to bicker like they had been, but instead her face just softened. “Is that why you’ve been so upset this week?”

“Yes” He practically whined out, feeling relief at being able to pinpoint the source of his anger. 

“Honey…” She took his hand. “I’m not blaming you for not going to your mom's shiva… I don’t think I’m better than you. Our lives were very, very different, your relationship with Wendy was very different. You hadn’t even talked to her for, what? A decade? You did what you could, and I don’t blame you for the choices you made. My dad and I… things were more complicated, there was good and bad”

Marc closed his eyes, shaking his head. “There was good with us to, it’s just… it’s hard to separate it from the rest”

Rebecca wrapped her hands around his waist, drawing the man she loved in for a hug, relieved to know where the tension that had surrounded them came from. “Marc, honey, I know. These things will always be complicated. We have to deal with them in our own way. For me, this is closure. Laying it all to rest. For you, it would be letting her win.” She kissed his forehead softly. “I’m so proud of you, I’ve always been so fucking proud of you. You’ve come so far, despite everything, and you’ve done so much of it alone.”

He shook his head as he nestled into her neck, smelling her. “No, not alone. I had you, I had Layla, I had Steven, even if he didn’t know it.”

“Baby, you shouldered so much alone, don’t mitigate how far you’ve come, how strong you are, I’m so, so proud”

They stayed like that for a moment, so lost in the embrace that they didn’t notice anyone enter the room. 

“I expected as much”

Jack

Marc felt felt her rip on his tighten, and he turned her away from where the voice was, putting his body between them.

“What. Is. Going on with you guys?” Carl repeated, when Marc was too scared to answer.

“Nothing sir” He managed to get out, trying not to shake, trying to stand tall and brave.

“You guys aren’t fucking?” 

Looking back, Marc couldn’t fathom every saying that to a 14 year old his daughter was friends with, but Carl had no tact.

“No sir, we’re friends”

Carl laughed at that, putting a hand on Marc’s shoulder. “That’s what they always say”

Wincing at the touch, he put his brave face back on, refusing to back down. “We’re not-ah!” Carl’s grip on his shoulder squeezed down painfully tight, digging into his skill, and all Marc’s mustered bravado dissipated.

“I honestly don’t care, but I ain’t raising another kid”

If Marc was less terrified, he’d laugh at that. Becca raised herself and Asa.

Carl continued. “You get her pregnant, I will kill both of you.” He shoved Marc into a side table, causing Marc to fall down into it, the commission drawing Becca out of her room at the end of the hall.

When she saw Marc on the floor, she quickly ran to him, but was stopped when her dad clamped a hand over her mouth, shoving her against the wall. “I’ll tell you what I told your little boyfriend. You can be a whore all you want, but you get knocked up, you’re both dead. Understood?”

Unable to speak with the hand over her, she simply glared at him, unwilling to give in.

His hold on her face began bruising, making Rebecca yelp. “Is that clear? Or do I have to ask Marc?” 

She glanced over to where Marc was frozen on the floor. She didn’t want him hurt. Rebecca swallowed her pride and nodded. Carl let go, and walked away, mumbling obscenities about Rebecca she didn’t even hear, she was quickly at Marc’s side. “C’mon, let’s go to the library, start on that paper”

“I’m sorry” He muttered as he stood up, shaking from the interaction. 

She helped him stand. “For what?”

“For no stopping him, I wanted to… but I just… I froze” Marc looked down, embarrassed, his masculinity already at a low point, this did not help.

“Marc” She steadied him, forcing him to look her in the eye. “It is not your job to protect me. I can handle myself”

“I know”

But Marc felt like it was his job to protect her, ever since that first act of kindness she shared with him, and he continued to feel that way for the next 2 decades together. As they exited the house, Marc heard steps and turned around, catching Asa watching them leave with a look in his eyes Marc couldn’t read.

Jack was munching on a latke. “Good stuff. You always did like your food.” He punctuated the comment with a glance to her stomach.

Rebecca held Marc back by his shirt. “Jack, let’s not do this”

Asa entered the room. “Do what?” He frowned at Marc, who was clearly postering, gearing up for a fight.

Jack answered. “Rebecca is holding Marc back from fighting me” It wasn’t a lie, but a bit dramatic.

Asa scrubbed his face with his hands. “Fucking hell you two, this is why I didn’t want you to come. It’s always dramatics with you two!”

Marc scoffed. “Dramatics? Asa, you invited your sister's ex-husband-”

“We’re still married,” Jack reminded them.

Marc ignored him. “To your dad shiva, that’s insane! Do you have any idea what he did to her?”

Asa crossed his arms. “I know all about the divorce, Spector, that’s half the reason dad had the heart attack!”

“You’re blaming me for that?”

“YES!” Asa shouted. “It’s always you Marc! Ever since I can remember you’ve caused her problems! Jesus, the amount of time he kicked her stomach because he thought you knocked her up-”

Marc didn’t know that, but when he turned to Rebecca, the guilty look on her face confirmed she had never intended on him finding out.

Jack was smirking, allowing the scene to play out.

Asa continued. “All this time, you constantly fucked her life up, constantly got in the way of things, leading her on, then she finally moves on from you, gets married, and you can’t even let her have that?”

Marc felt like he could burst out of his skin. The suit he had rented was stiff and uncomfortable, the church was way too much. Too hot, too noisy, to crowded. Everything was happening at once. Were christian churches always like this?  He picked at a scab on his arm, cracked his knuckles, and tore at his nails, trying to find something for his fingers to do to calm him, but Christ, when was this supposed to start? He checked his watch. 10 minuets ago. He supposed it was normal for weddings to start late, all the girls needing their hair and make up done, the guys running off to grab one thing or another, everyone probably drunk by this point. Did baptists drink? Yeah, yeah, they did, it was in the services. Wait, no, that was the catholics. Were baptists the ones that did the speaking in tongues? Or was that pentecostals? Or Calvinists? No, Calvinists were the ones with the really bleak outlook. Was Calvinism a religion or a philosophy? Which one was the 19 Kids and Counting people?

Marc was interrupted from his strange thought process by a hand on his shoulder. “Marc?”

It was Asa, all dressed up for his role as a groomsman. Damn, he hadn’t seen the kid in a long time, he really grew up. 

“Hey man” Marc stood up, shaking the hand of the boy he had thought of as a little brother for much of his early life, but who had become a stranger. “Good to see you.”

He nodded, not impressed. “She’s asking for you”

“Who?”

“Who the fuck else do you know here?”

Rude, but the point was made. 

Marc frowned. “Why?”

Sighing and rolling his eyes, Asa practically dragged Marc out of the pew. “I don’t know, but she won’t walk until you talk to her”

Asa dragged him to the door to where Rebecca was, through a sea of bridesmaids and a wedding party he didn’t recognize a face of. Must all be Jack’s friends. 

Marc went to open the door, but Asa stopped him. “Marc, listen. I know we haven't gotten along the last few years, but I need you to do this for me” he was serious, earnest, but Marc was wary, nodding for Asa to continue with his request. “Let her have this” He must have seen the confusion in Marc’s face. “Whatever it is you two have had, it needs to end. At least in the form it’s been in. She cannot keep waiting for you to pop in and out of her life. She needs a new start, and this is it. Jack is good for her, keeps her focused, takes care of her. She has a good life with him. I don’t know what she needs you for but.” Asa closed his eyes and sighed before opening them. “But don’t get in the way of her happiness, Spector. Please, man to man” There was a pleading look in Asa’s eyes.

Marc wondered if Asa was right, had Marc gotten in the way of Rebecca’s life? ‘Whatever it is you two have had’ what did Asa think they had? Did Rebecca say something? Did she have the same feelings Marc felt?

Asa took his hand off the handle, and Marc entered the room. Rebecca was pacing the floor, turning when she heard it open.

Marc watched Asa’s face for a while. The little boy he had helped raise had changed a lot over the years, for better or for worse, but even after everything, even after all the fights he had witnessed Becca get in over the years, he cared deeply for his sister, his mind had just been skewed and manipulated by their dad and Jack, not unlike Rebecca. Marc was about to let him have this, to back down like Becca’s touch requested of him, when she spoke.

“You think Marc is the reason all this happened?”

All three men turned to her.

“Marc has done nothing but try to protect me since he was 9 years old, Asa. You are too young to remember a time before him, but dad was always like that! And Jack? Jack and I aren’t getting a divorce because of Marc, we’re getting a divorce because he beat the shit out of me!”

Asa’s brow furrowed in confusion, glancing at Jack with suspicion.

“This” She motioned to the pink scar on her face. “I didn’t trip and spill coffee, Jack threw tea at me!”

Marc watched as Rebecca laid it open for Asa, finally letting her brother in on the secrets she’d been keeping. 

Jack tried to deny it, but she talked over him, only booking at her brother as she stepped forward. “Dad attempted to make me miscarry an imaginary baby, but he,” she pointed at Jack “He purposely got me pregnant, which I did not agree too, and then beat me so bad I bruised my rips and actually miscarried.”

Asa believed her, turning to Jack. “What the actual fuck man?”

Jack stayed cool, calm, attempting to talk his way out of it. “I didn’t do shit, c’mon Asa, you know me.”

Asa looked to Rebecca.

She looked at him gently, eyes filled with a sadness he rarely saw in her. “Asa, I wouldn’t lie to you, not about this”

Asa wanted to believe Jack. It was easier to believe Jack, to believe their dad, to hate Marc and blame him for Rebecca’s choices, but when he looked at them… All he could see was the ever-honest, painfully honest face of the woman who raised him, and the friend who had been there when his dad wasn’t. “Jack, get the fuck out.”

“Asa-”

“GET OUT!” Asa shouted, placing himself between Jack and his sister.

Jack turned to Rebecca “This isn’t over, I’m dragging this divorce out as long as possible, and I’ll bleed you dry while doing it”

Marc stepped back up. “Leave without making a scene, or I swear to god-”

Jack turned to Marc “I will fucking kill you” Before leaving.

Asa started to go after him for that threat, but Marc caught his shoulder. Asa turned quickly into Marc, taking him in an embrace. “I’m sorry” he muttered, apologizing for the last 20 years of near-silence and anger

Rebecca joined their hug. “Oh Ace, it’s okay”

Marc held him in a hug, relieved to have both the people he grew up with in his arms, safe, out of Jack and Carl’s grasp.

“Becc, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know” She pulled back, brushing a dark curl that wasn’t unlike Marc’s out of his face. “Let’s get through day one of the shiva, we can talk more after people leave, okay?”

Feeling more like a baby brother than he had in years, Asa nodded.

She was stunning, something straight out of a wedding magazine. Extensions in her hair that was half up, the rest in loose curls that cascaded from a tiara. The dress had to be designer, an a-line off the shoulder, low neckline and floral and lace detailing, something she looked beautiful in, but so distinctly not her.

Her face lit up when she saw him. ‘Marc! HI!” She stayed away from him, instead of rushing to take his hand like she used to. Marc supposed this was more appropriate, seeing as she was always married.

“Hey, metukah, what’s going on?”

She wrung her hand nervously.  Since when was her nervous? “I’m just… just anxious, thats all. Big day” A slight chuckle. She was hiding something.

“Are you… are you having second thoughts?”

Her face faltered. “Well, not exactly… just… thoughts in general…”

He paused. This could be it. He could tell her. Two decades after meeting, 15 or so years after they gave their bodies to each other that night, he could do it. He could tell her loved her. He could take her away. “Becca.. Do you want to go?”

She hesitated. “I… I don’t know…”

“Is something wrong with him? Did Jack do anything?” 

Rebecca shook her head. She wasn’t lying. He knew when she was lying, which was rare. “I’m just nervous”

“Why did you want to talk to me?” Give me something, he thought something that says you love me.

“You’re my best friend”

Was he? They had spoken less and less since she started seeing Jack… 

He could tell her. He should tell her.

I love you I love you I love you

Are you sure you want her in this right now?

A chill ran through Marc’s spin with that ever more familiar voice in his head, he didn't dare look to the side. He knew who was standing there, a grim reminder of who he had become. 

Marc didn’t have a stable job, a steady incoming, consistent housing. 

He was the avatar for a god

He was a killer

He couldn’t provide anything for her. He never had been able to give her what she deserves, what Jack can. With Jack, she’ll never have to worry about living on the streets or when she’s going to eat. Jack’s never killed.

Marc thought through the faces of everyone he killed, every death he was responsible for.

She deserved better than what he could offer her.

“Rebecca, honey, it’s just jitters, that’s all” It killed him to say it. “He’ll take care of you, you’ll be happy.” Marc had to fight back the anger at himself, the frustration he felt, the tears of helplessness. This wasn’t his life. He couldn’t give her anything. This was the life she deserved. Pretty things, safety, security. He approached her, taking both her hands in his. “Rebecca, you make a beautiful bride”

She nodded, taking in the sight of him, and for a moment he could almost imagine he was at the alter with her, that it was him she was marrying… he let go on her hands before the fantasy took over. 

When the night ended and guests left, Marc, Becca and Asa sat in the living room like they had done countless times throughout the years, catching up, reminiscing, hashing over old beefs and memories. Marc sensed a change, a change for the better.

They were a family again.

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I AM THROWING UP THE IMPLICATION BEHIND THIS????? HUEH

IS THIS THE FUCKING REASON FELIX DID NOT FUCKING IDEK WHAT TO CALL IT THANOSIFY??? KAGAMI THEYRE ALL SIBLINGS??????? AND THE FUCKING PARENTS ARE PUSHING THEM TOGETHER KNOWINGLY?????

also like major majorly fuck gabriel he deserves the cataclysm cant wait till the bitch is dead

HE STOLE THE RING FROM NATALIE????????????

why is this suddenly an episode reaction- eh well

wait- they both have rings???

this is gonna be causing so many issues for my poor boy

the hand gesture is sending me she is not the cat here sir

NO CUZ TIKKI FUCKING TOLD YOU WHATS THE POINT OF COVERING YOURSELF NOW MAAM

ASDFGHJKLKJHGFDFGHFD HE GOT CHANGED BEST MANS FR FR

LOOK AT HIM U GUYS BABY BOY SUNSHINE LOML COMRADE MAYO

them.

FOR A SECOND I THOUGHT THAT WAS THE PLACE WITH EMELIES STATUE KDKJNCNS BUT ALSO WHAT IS THE POINT OF BEING RICH IF YOURE NOT DOING THIS HES SO VALID FOR THIS LOML GEN

confidence suits her so well YES EVERY SINGLE TIME

she fucking beat his ass in that game btw

is natalie gonna get fucking akumatised istfg

kagami yaar meri jaan

i forgot how much i fucking hated lila

just here watching GABRIEL calling MARI the "toxic" one my gUY

i love kagami and how straightforward she is about stuff and communicates even tho she has issues

i also hate lila but idc enough about her i just wanted to say that cuz kagami is still naive in places and uk the fandoms about to hate her for believing lila when literally everyone else did too

so what im seeing here is kagami first got akumatised cuz of lila but mainly her feelings towards mari and is now again getting akumatised also cuz of lila but now her feelings are towards adrien?

like ive said before and will say again MAKE THEM POLY ATP FFS

also where tf is luka um- random but why exactly wasnt he with kitty section tf

AWWWW THEYRE CLOUD WATCHING

ok did marc or nath make those clouds cuz i-

i hate it here

that was surprisingly and a comparitively more straightforward lucky charm THATS SO 🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌

sims moment fr fr

theyre such good friends stop

talking of which that beginning thing was really toxic having a partner i would NOT want my friends doing that atleast not on our first kiss

ALL IM FUCKING SAYING-

MAY I INTRODUCE U TO THIS LITTLE THING CALLED POLYAMORY

i am done. im glad they didnt kiss because they werent in the mood anymore i fucking hate gabriel and lila. kagami i hope you get the best and all that you deserve. i am lowkey scared for nathalie.