#moon knight system x gn Y/N

[traveller-of-the-knight]

Yes this turned out to be a Steven Grant x reader prompt where you slowly fall in love.

You haven't actually met yet but you fall asleep listening to "Gus" talking to himself and reading out loud...basically every night. God bless the thin walls.

One day gou saw a postcard gently placed infront of his door. You wanted to know more about the mysterious guy with the sweet voice, so you took a look.

"Sorry for the late response my little gator, I didn't have any phone access for a week! Ugh you know how it is... But it's ok, I heard your messages as soon as I could and I am so so so proud of you for the new job! I know you'll be a tour guide in no time!

PS: I hope you'll like the gift I got for you Gus, I think it'll brighten up the place!

~Love Mum 🩷

This is my first ever attempt of a fanfic, should I write the rest?

(hope it'll be decent enough to post, especially as my English aren't really the best and oh if they are, it takes lots of time)

[shadystarlightgentlemen]

Hopelessly in Love with You

Pairings: Steven Grant x gn!Reader, Marc Spector x gn!Reader, Jake Lockley x gn!Reader Summary: Even after all these decades you’re still head over heels in love with your husbands. And sometimes you can’t help but say it out loud. Warnings: Absolutely none. Just fluff—so much fluff! Word Count: 2805 word count A/N: I saw a facebook post about a woman saying that even after like a decade, she still got butterflies and stuff when she was around her husband, and so that’s what prompted this. 

This is technically in my Falling For Them series, but can be read separately. This was just something I wrote at 4 in the morning because I could. It was originally just Steven, but then I found it again 18 months later and decided to add more. So here it is

“I am in love with you.” 

Your husband looked up, his beautiful brown eyes blinking owlishly behind his glasses. You hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but when you’d looked up at him across the room, it was like all the air had rushed from your lungs.

Steven blinked again, his smile a little bewildered and soft as he said, “Well, that’s good, love. What with us being married and all.” 

It was a Wednesday afternoon and you were both doing your own thing. It wasn’t a particularly spectacular Wednesday afternoon—it wasn’t your anniversary or anyone’s birthday. You were spread out across the floor working on your novel and Steven was at his desk going over his notes for the new museum exhibit. 

But when you’d looked up to ask him about—hell, you couldn’t even remember what—you were hit with such a powerful wave of ‘Oh gods I am so in love with you’ that you could barely breathe. 

It had been thirty-two years since you’d said “I do” and you were still so much in love with him. And some days it would just hit you like that. Like a cannonball to the face that you were in love with these men, and they loved you back. It was the giddiest feeling in the world. 

You stood up, stepping over the papers that had seemingly exploded around you, and headed to Steven. His arms were already open to you as you scrambled awkwardly into his lap. It wasn’t nearly as easy as it had been in your twenties, but it made him chuckle slightly and you got there eventually. 

“No. You don’t understand,” you whispered solemnly, cupping his cheeks in your palms. “I am madly in love with you.” 

His face burst into a beautiful smile as his arms came around your waist. “I am madly in love with you too,” he whispered, leaning up to kiss you. 

Kissing Steven was like fireworks and slow dancing. The decades since you’d met hadn’t diminished the fire his touch sent racing through you. Every brush of his lips against yours had your heart racing and your soul singing. You tipped his head back to deepen the kiss, suddenly desperate for more, and his moan sent shivers through you. Your hands slipped into his hair and his slipped under your shirt. 

Gods, I could do this all day. 

You pulled back a fraction, just enough to rest your forehead on his as you both caught your breath. 

“If that was your proof, love, I may need some more evidence,” he teased. His thumbs drew circles on the skin under your shirt. 

You grinned, closing your eyes at his touch and he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. He lit a fire along your skin as he grazed his lips along your jaw to your pulse point. 

“Thirty-two years and you still make me feel like every kiss is our first kiss,” you whispered as he traced circles into your skin with reverential tenderness. You pulled one of his hands from your waist to over your heart where you could both feel it pounding away. “You make my heart race every time you look at me.” You brought his hand up to cup your cheek. “I feel like my face is going to break with how much I smile just thinking about you.” You move his hand to our stomach. “And I still get butterflies every time I wake up next to you in the morning.” 

Steven looked up at you like you were his reason for living. He looked at you like you’d taken all the air from his lungs and were filling them with pure oxygen. 

You leaned forward to trace his lips with yours. “Kissing you is like I’m learning to breathe all over again.” You couldn’t help your smile as you pulled back slightly. “It’s like I’m back at the start, falling for you all over again. And it is as easy as it was back then.” 

There was a shine to his eyes and he held you close as you placed soft kisses along the backs of his eyelids. 

“Except it’s better,” he said when he could finally speak. “It’s so much better than the beginning.” He cupped your cheek with a holy reverence like he still couldn’t believe you were real. “I don’t have to pretend like I don’t want to spend every second of my life kissing you. I don’t have to live with my imagination of what a future with you would be like.” His kiss was so unbearably soft you wanted to stay there forever. “I get to wake up every morning knowing you’re beside me. I get to tell you every day how much I love you. I get to be your husband.” 

Even after all these years the word still made butterflies erupt in your soul, and you could tell in the way his heart fluttered underneath your hand that it was the same for him. 

“Falling in love with you for the first time was breathtaking, but being married to you—it’s a dream come true.” 

You just had to kiss him again for that. 

You pulled back and settled into his arms, content to never move again. Steven shifted you slightly so he was comfortable and returned to his work on the exhibit. 

But eventually, your body made its complaints known and you had to move. You weren’t a spring chicken anymore and as delightful as it was to sit on your husband’s lap all day, you needed to move to a comfier spot for that to work. You tugged him after you, determined not to do anymore work, and headed to the couch. Today was officially now a cuddle day.

“Also, it’s been thirty-two years, four months and seventeen days.” He shrugged when your eyebrows shot up. “Jake’s been counting.” 

“Well,” you leaned in for another kiss. “Here’s to another twenty-two years, four months, seventeen days. And forever.” 

“Forever,” Steven breathed, wrapping you in his arms.

~~~

He looked so soft in the mornings. Like he’d never worried about anything in his life. 

You’d both been awake for a few hours now, but it was Saturday and you didn’t need to get out of bed at all if you didn’t want to. And lying next to your husband, you never wanted to move again. 

“You’re staring,” Marc murmured, eyes still closed.  

You reached out to trace his nose, softly following the path to his cheeks, his jaw, his eyelids. He kissed the tip of your finger when it passed his lips, and you died at the cuteness. 

“I can’t help it,” you said, biting your lip at how damn cute he was. “I am so in love with you.”

Under your finger his lips curled into that gorgeous smile you adored so dearly. “I love you too, baby.” 

You huffed out an exasperated sigh and shuffled closer. “No,” you said like he was being deliberately obtuse. You rolled both of you so you were on top of him, straddling him. Marc snorted, still grinning as his hands came up to hold you in place. He didn’t open his eyes. “I am in love with you.” 

“Ah.” He nodded like he finally understood. You poked him in the chest and he pressed his lips together to keep back a laugh. “Of course. My mistake.” 

He still hadn’t opened his eyes and you knew he was doing it just to be stubborn, so you leaned forward to kiss his eyelids. When that didn’t work, you pressed a line of soft kisses down his nose, mouth, chin, along his jaw and to his ear—right where you knew he was ticklish. 

He huffed a laugh and finally opened his eyes. “What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes crinkling in the corners. 

Your heart fluttered. Gods, you loved those eye crinkles. Your boys hadn’t had them when you’d met them. They hadn’t had much to laugh about back then, but over the years their laugh lines had deepened. And boy did you adore them. They were a sign of your darlings growing as people, and letting themselves be comfortable again. 

They were no longer ‘Moon Knight’ anymore, and it was mornings like these that were a reminder of that. They were all yours. You didn’t have to worry about losing them, nor did they ever have to worry about you getting hurt because of them. 

You were safe. All of you. 

And it was because of that safety your darlings could have laugh lines and lazy Saturday mornings with you. 

It was like Steven had said. Falling in love with them had been amazing, but being married was a million times better. You wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. 

You shrugged helplessly, almost too overcome for words. “I really am just so in love with you.” 

Marc melted at that. His grin softened into an adoring smile, and his hands came up to cradle your face. His thumb traced your cheek and you melted into his touch. The look in his eyes reminded you of the day he said “I do”, and of that night, and every day since. 

“I am absolutely in love with you too.” He pulled you closer to brush his lips against yours. “Every day I think I can’t possibly be more in love with you. But then the sun rises and I can’t breathe with how much more I love you.” 

You started at the unexpected poetry from your normally close-lipped husband. It wasn’t the first time he’d blown you away with his words, but just like always, you never expected it. You buried your face in his neck, cheeks aflame and heart racing. “You are impossible!” 

His laugh rumbled through his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tighter against him. “I learnt from the best,” he agreed, planting an adoring kiss on the side of your head. 

~~~

Jake was pouting. Every time you’d look over at him, he’d poke his bottom lip out and turn away, arms crossed. And every time you asked him what was wrong he’d just pout harder. He’d been like this all day and you were starting to wonder if this was a prank. Or if maybe you really had upset him. 

So finally you cornered him in the bathroom when he was hunched over cleaning out the cupboards. You stood in front of the door and raised an eyebrow at his back. He couldn’t escape now. 

He stood slowly, eyeing you and his blocked escape before he eyed the window too. But when he looked back at your narrowed eyes he knew he was pushing his luck so he just pouted. Again. With those damn puppy dog eyes. 

Gods, he’s killing me. And he knew it too. He knew what that look did to you. He’d seen you cave to Steven with it enough that he knew it was your weakness. All your darlings knew how to use it on you, but Jake wasn’t getting away with it today. 

“I don’t think so.” You took a step closer. “You’ve been pouting at me all day.” You closed the door. “And every time I ask you what’s wrong, you pout even more.” You stalked towards him until his back was against the wall and you were toe-to-toe. “So tell me. What. Is. Wrong?” 

Jake looked away, his chin tipped up so he was staring at the ceiling and resolutely avoiding your eyes. 

“Jake Lockley,” you warned. 

Your patience was wearing thin. You’d already ruled out this being a joke or a prank, and now you were left with him being upset over something you’d done. And it was exactly like Jake to avoid an issue upsetting him until it went away. If Marc or Steven were upset, all hell broke loose, but Jake? No, he’d let that simmer until he had an ulcer. 

And even after all these years, that was something you hadn’t helped him work through entirely. Hence today’s issue. 

You raised an eyebrow when he still hadn’t said anything. 

“You haven’t said it to me,” he finally muttered, pouting harder. 

You reached out to put your fingers to his chin, tilting his face back down to yours. “Haven’t said what, baby?” 

He avoided your eyes so you stepped even closer so you were all he could see, and finally he blurted, “You haven’t said you’re in love with me.” 

You frowned a little. “What do you mean? I say it all the time.” 

And you did. Every chance you could you’d tell your boys how much you loved them. You’d both gone through points in your lives where you thought no one loved you, so all four of you had made it a point to say it every chance you could. 

Hell, you had even instituted a system where three taps meant ‘I love you’ so you could all say it whenever you felt it, all without saying it. 

But Jake was shaking his head, pouting even harder as he forced himself to look away. “No, not like that. Not like you said to Steven and Marc. Not like that.” 

Oh. He was talking about yesterday with Marc and last week with Steven, where you’d been so in love with your husbands you couldn’t help but tell them. 

Oh, baby. Your other hand came up to cup his face, ducking your head so he could look at you and your heart skipped at the emotion in his eyes. 

He was jealous. 

You bit your lip to keep from grinning at how cute he looked. You hadn’t seen it before because you’d been focused on other things, but when Jake pouted…

Gods, you loved that look. You wanted to make him pout like that all the time. Maybe you could get him to look like that next time you were in bed. Make him beg a little…

You shivered at the delight that brought, and his eyes lit up a little at the movement. 

Stop it. Now’s not the time. 

You reached up to cup his cheeks and you knew there would never be a moment in your life where you weren’t in love with this gorgeous man. “Falling in love with you was inevitable,” you whispered, echoing the words of your vow all those years ago. “There has never been a moment where I haven’t been absolutely head over heels in love with you, Jake Lockley.” 

“Yeah?” He gave you a small smile, and you knew he was lapping up your words, just like he did every time. 

It had broken your heart when you’d learned that of all of them, Jake had been loved the least. That not once in his life had anyone told him that they loved him. From then on you’d made it your mission to tell him so often that he would never doubt his worth ever again. 

“Yeah, baby.” A smile escaped your lips and your eyes creased with how much you adored him. “Sometimes it just hits me how much I love you. Before I met you I didn’t realise I could love someone this much, and then I fell in love with you and—” you shrugged helplessly. “I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you.” 

Jake’s smile bloomed into a grin that had his eyes crinkling and his cheeks blushing. “Good.” 

Before you could react, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted up into the air. You shrieked, laughing, and clutched his shoulders to keep from falling. Even as old age crept into the bones of your darlings, they still surprised you with how much they could still do. 

He spun you around before setting you back on your feet, your back against the wall. He leaned in, trapping you against him as he curled a hand against your cheek. His nose brushed against yours and he was grinning so hard you knew his cheeks were aching. Just like yours. 

You arched into him, biting your lip as his thumb traced your cheekbone. 

“Tell me again,” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours in just the way he knew drove you crazy. 

Your heart pounded, and you wanted to bury your face into his chest to hide the blush burning across your cheeks, but you knew nothing but the truth would save you. So, you took a handful of his shirt and pulled him even closer. Then, with a brush of your lips against his, you said, “I am madly, deeply, inevitably and hopelessly in love with you, Jake Lockley.” 

He snickered. “Gross,” like he wasn’t entirely head over heels for you too, and pulled you in for a searing kiss. “But me too.”  

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[soft-girl-musings]

Salt & Pepper

Moon Knight System x GN!Reader

cross-posted to ao3

tags: rated T for teasing, domestic fluff, author does not condone touching people's hair without permission, no use of Y/N

wc: 1,078

fic summary: Marc, are you familiar with the term "silver fox"?

A/N: i might have a problem lol

_____________________

“Put. It. Down.”

Marc Spector does not startle easily. So when he nearly falls from his perch beside the bathtub, you’re surprised you have to steady him.

“Jesus, where’s the fire?” Marc picks up the towel and small cardboard box he’d dropped because of your outburst.

Shifting your focus, you zero in on the latter: hair dye, just as you’d suspected.

“So this is what you get up to when I’m away?” You tut, cradling his temples and shaking your head. "What happened to you?" 

"What? Nothing, I'm-"

"-I wasn't talking to you," you sigh, resting your forehead against the crown of his head. "How long has he been treating you like this, you poor things?"

“Ha-ha.”

You release his face to study it. "But seriously, how long have you been dying your hair?”

 “... For a couple of years. Started to turn gray from stress a while back, and I guess it never stopped.” He fidgets with the loose edge of the container.. “You really never noticed?”

You take the box and set it beside him. “You hid it well.”

You’re not judging him for dying his hair, it’s just… surprising. Marc’s never been one to fuss over his appearance, as far as you could tell. When you first saw his closet, you’d half expected it to be lined with the same outfit ten times, like in a cartoon. Most days, “dressing up” means adding a jacket or blazer.

 “Since when do you care? About your hair, I mean.” 

He shrugs. “I’m not gettin’ any younger, honey.”

“Neither am I.” You kiss the bridge of his nose. “You got a problem with that?”

“Of course not.”

“Good. Goes double for me, don’t you forget it.” Leaning in, Marc tries for another kiss, but you duck and grab the hair dye before turning away with a mischievous smirk.

“Gotta keep you honest,” you wink and dart out of the room before he can catch you.

_____________________

"Love?"

"Hm?"

"Might fall out if you keep playing with it like that.”

You’d been standing behind Steven for the past couple of minutes, meaning to check in on his preparations for his morning tour but had gotten distracted. Very distracted.

“Sorry,” you sigh, your fingers leaving the wisps of hair at the nape of his neck and trailing down to his shoulder. “It’s just… hm.”

Your conversation with Marc must have taken root: over the past few weeks, you’ve noticed the hair that had been dangerously close to another round of boxed dye abuse steadily turning lighter. A subtle blend of silver strands mix with the darker curls that frame his face, making his hair shine a bit brighter in the light of the desk lamp.

“It’s like starlight,” you finally state, leaning in to rest your head against his.

Steven sputters and puts his book aside. “Starli- that’s a bit much, yeah?” His brow furrows, but there’s no denying the smile tugging at his lips.

“Not if it’s true,” you contend. You adjust the reading glasses that had slid down his face and tuck a stray curl behind his ear. “It’s a good look on you.”

There’s no denying the heat rising to his cheeks when you talk. “This– you don’t–” Steven caves and sets his book down, hopelessly flustered. “Either go away or get over here. Cheeky.”

He makes room for you to settle into his lap, which you giddily accept. Your hands sink back into his curls and he shivers as you scratch his scalp.

“Did I ever tell you I had a thing for my professor, once upon a time?”

“Oh my days–” 

You’re not sure who kisses who, but you’re certainly not complaining. Neither is he.

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The time apart has been agony.

You check your phone for the fifth time this evening. They’ve been gone for what feels like months (it’s been weeks) handling some business in California, of all places. Marc said he’d call when they were on their way home, meaning no news is sad news.

You’re pulled from your pity party by a knock on the door. It’s late, and you’ve already signed for your dinner delivery. Slowly, you get up and grab the bat you keep by the entrance (with a sock slipped over the end per Jake’s advice).

The knocking continues, getting more urgent. You take a deep breath and look through the peephole. A large brown eye stares back and you yelp, dropping your bat. The unmistakable boom of Jake’s belly laughter mocks you from behind the door.

“You’re hilarious,” you groan, standing the bat back on its head and unlocking the door.

You’re ready to lay into him when you open the door, but you’re stunned into silence. Jake’s smile is highlighted by silvery stubble, dusted with black. He adjusts his cap as his dark eyebrows raise in mock surprise.

“What, no hello?”

You tear your eyes away from his jaw. “Hm? Oh. Hi.” You open the door wider for him to step in. “Marc said you’d call first.”

“No fun in that, is there? Besides, you looked ready to handle some trouble.” he shrugs off his coat as you lock the door behind him.

“Trouble, yes. Nuisance, debatable.” You sidle up to him and drape your arms around his waist. You place a kiss on his cheek; it’d be impossible for him to not notice how you let yours drag along the rough line of his jaw.

“I missed you too,” he laughs again. “But man, is it warm in here…”

He tosses his cap and it takes everything in him to not lose it when your eyes widen at the sight of his hair, now more gray than black and curls longer than you’ve seen them before. You’re too enraptured to be embarrassed at your obvious loss for words.

“Your hair…” You reach up to touch it, but Jake grabs your wrist.

“Tsk, tsk, you threaten and barely say a word to me, then go straight for the goods without so much as a ‘please’? What happened to decorum, hm?”

“You fucking tease,” you huff. “...please?”

“Well, since you asked nicely–” Jake can barely finish his thought before your lips are on his, your hand tangled in his starlit hair as soon as he lets go.

“I take it we should cancel Marc’s haircut?” he murmurs as you catch your breath.

Your free hand grazes the scruff on his cheek and you grin. “I wouldn’t complain if you did.”

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A/N: marvel you cowards give us gray-haired moon knight

ty for reading <3

event tags:@moonknight-events @spacecowboyhotch @juneknight

addtl tags: @mrs-lockley @lunar-ghoulie @shadystarlightgentlemen @casa-boiardi @nerdieforpedro @queerponcho (lmk if you'd like to be added to/removed from this wee tag list)

[ivystoryweaver]

With You part 14

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Summary: Your husband is a system and an amazing person. There's hope.

Pairings: Jake Lockley x gn!reader, Steven Grant x gn!reader, Marc Spector x gn!reader. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 2.4k

Content: So much fluff, these babies have earned it

Warnings: NONE, you can die happy. for now. well there is always cursing so... and the tiniest mention of Marc's past, slightly suggestive. not beta'd

PREVIOUSLY, on "With You"...

"Can I ask you something?" You echoed his question. "Do you want to be Moon Knight?"

He didn't answer for a while. And that pretty much told you everything you needed to know.

3:24 a.m.

Jake unlocked the front door and found you curled up in Steven's reading chair. Frowning, he wondered what had kept you awake, hoping it wasn't him. It felt good to be worried after, but he didn't want you to wait up.

Kneeling down in front of you, he gently smiled, watching the way your lips formed the sweetest pout as you deeply breathed in and out.

"What are you doing here, cariño?" He whispered, his eyes traveling over the face he'd come to love so much.

Watching you unguarded for another indulgent moment, he decided to take you to bed. This, of course, woke you up, earning him a sleepy smile and the musical sound of his name on your lips.

"Jake," you murmured sleepily, watching as he worked his way through his nightly routine - shedding his jacket and flat cap, pulling the gloves from his fingers, and all the things that never ceased to make you tingle with desire.

"We talked about you sleeping in that chair," he playfully scolded, sliding the tie from his neck before kicking off his shoes. Easing down on the edge of the bed, he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"You're gonna be twisted up in knots, and then I'm going to have to spend the rest of the night massaging them out of you."

"Sounds good to me," you drowsily giggled. "But I didn't fall asleep on purpose."

His dark eyebrows pinched together in confusion. "Why, then? One of Steven's books bore you to sleep?"

With all the sleepy noodle-y arm strength you could muster, you bopped him on the chest. "Nothing about Steven is boring."

"I know, I know," he conceded, trapping your hands in his and kissing your knuckles. "Steven reads to you in French." Playfully rolling his eyes, he added, "Yo te puedo leer en español."

"Damn, I love it when you do that," you sighed, your eyes heavy with exhaustion.

"Go to sleep," he sweetly admonished, a smile crinkling his nose as you let out a big yawn.

"You too," you murmured, your eyes flittering closed.

By this point, you were halfway draped across his lap. He didn't really have the heart to wake you again, so he eased down, holding you close.

"You're still dressed," you mumbled into his chest.

"You prefer me undressed?" The deep rumble in his chest equally soothed and exhilarated you. You never ceased to be amazed at how the timbre of his voice differed from Steven's so much.

"Always," you teased back, trying to make your fingers cooperate with your brain so you could unbutton his white shirt.

"Too late for all that, mi vida," he admonished, even as he pushed your hands aside and removed his shirt anyway.

"Party pooper," you pouted, nuzzling against his solid, bare chest, feeling satisfied that you'd gotten your way.

After a few moments of sleepy contentedness, he asked you one more question before he let you drift off. "You weren't really waiting up for me, were you, honey?"

"No," you sighed. "I was researching. And studying."

"Okay. Can I ask what you were researching?" He hated to keep you awake, but he was curious.

"Well I was studying for my next nursing exam, but I was researching some stuff Steven's been working on."

"Are you doing Steven's homework?" He teased, nuzzling your temple as he rubbed his strong hands up and down your back.

"No, it's about Khonshu and stuff like that. To help Marc. And you."

Halting the soothing motion over your back, he inched away so he could see your face. You thought he might disagree with what you were researching, but he nodded slowly.

"Steven's been talking to me about that," he confessed. "Marc too. I...I told him I was sorry."

Completely awake now, and extremely curious, you sat up in bed. "What are you sorry for, baby? If it's okay for me to ask. You guys don't have to tell me everything you say to each other."

"I know that," he gently smiled, sitting up to join you. Reaching for your hand, he tangled his fingers with yours, the way he did the first night he met you. "You know how I didn't want to take Marc's time away from you and...I think I might have actually done that."

"Jake - "

"No, just listen," he went on, squeezing your hand to let you know it was okay. "I've been watching over Marc for a long time - way before he knew I was there. And nothing has ever made him feel as safe as he feels with you. Not even Steven."

You heart stirred at this confession - both at the protectiveness of Jake over Marc, and the realization of how you could make Marc feel safe.

"So, it's not easy for me to feel like I'm not protecting him," Jake explained, rubbing his thumb back and forth over yours. "That's why I left you alone for so long and tried to keep him in the dark about Khonshu, but...I think maybe it's worse that I did."

Nodding slowly, you waited to see if he would continue.

"Feeling out of control - it really scares him. So not knowing part of himself - me, and not knowing Khonshu was there - it hurt him." Jake sighed, grateful to have you to talk to, after so many years of having no one. "But since Marc was the one who made the deal with Khonshu originally, and because I'm a part of him - all it did was make him angry at himself. He blames himself, you know."

"Oh, I know," you agreed, leaning over to rest your head against Jake's shoulder.

"But I think it's getting better," Jake added. "We talk a lot."

"You do?" A smile brightened your sleepy countenance. "Jake, that's wonderful. He needs you. I know he does."

"Mmm," Jake agreed, his eyelids drooping. "I better sleep or they'll both kill me."

The next morning, Steven was already up and making you breakfast by the time you clambered out of bed (neck as stiff as Jake had predicted) and hit the shower. Once you were dressed, you headed into the kitchen to the same question Jake had posed the night before.

"You alright, love?" Steven asked, noticing you rubbing a sore spot on your neck. "Been sleepin' in my chair again, have we?"

"Yes, I know," you playfully grumbled. "My fault."

Reaching for your hips, Steven turned you around and pulled your back against his chest with a little more force than you were used to from him.

"Steven," you giggled as his breath warmed the skin of your neck. You shivered as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, nibbling just a little before nuzzling his way to your ear.

"Do you have time for a neck massage?" He murmured, running the tip of his tongue along the shell of your ear, sending a wave of chills all the way down your body.

Biting your lip, you squirmed in his embrace, knowing very well you didn't have time to fool around.

"Massage? Yes," you stuttered out, wetting your lips. Thrusting your rear end backward, you groaned at what you felt developing there. "No time for that though."

Kissing a trail down the side of your neck, Steven stopped at your collarbone, gently biting before completely releasing you from his strong arms. "Je te vois plus tard, mon cœur.," he whispered, turning you around once more and pressing a tempting kiss to your mouth.

"How am I supposed to leave after that?" You gasped, swatting Steven's arm playfully. Grasping his oversized white t-shirt, you pulled his mouth back to yours.

'On the roof -M'

The note on the countertop sent a thrill through your body, which was a nice change from sheer panic or profound worry (when it came to Marc). Looking a little closer at the note, you noticed an arrow at the bottom of it, seeming to indicate to turn the paper over.

'Change out of your scrubs.'

Biting your lip excitedly, you decided to freshen up for just a few minutes, and change into one of Marc's favorite outfits. Nothing too fancy, but something that fit you perfectly, and always caught his eye.

Blowing out a nervous breath of anticipation, you decided to use the long ride up in the old building's lift to calm down a little. You loved Steven and Jake, of course, but it was Marc who was struggling so mightily lately, and who you had spent the least time with. You were elated to see him.

Your outfit choice paid off because, upon making your way out onto the roof, you saw that Marc had set up a rooftop dinner. And not just a picnic, like you and Steven were prone to do. This was something else.

Blinking a few times, you felt as if you had become the lead character in a rom com. It almost felt a little cliche, except that this was Marc Spector. So it was nothing short of miraculous.

Your Marc had found a small, circular patio table with two chairs, procured a table cloth, brought up the dishes from your grandmother... The food was likely catered and smelled delicious. A hodgepodge of colorful candles were lit on a silver tray - a makeshift centerpiece, you assumed.

Then there was Marc. Your husband. Dressed in a simple, fitted black t-shirt and jeans, his dark jacket was draped over the back of his chair. His inky curls were neatly smoothed away from his face, the way he preferred, and even before he reached you, you could smell the rustic warmth of his aftershave.

In his hands, he held three orange flowers: tiger lilies.

"I hope this isn't too much," he disclaimered, in classic Marc fashion. His warm, chocolate eyes met yours before briefly flickering down and back up your body. The tip of his tongue dragged temptingly across his bottom lip appreciatively.

"I just...I wanted to do something for you." Reaching up to scrub his hand over the back of his neck, he shuffled forward, thrusting the vibrant flowers out as a meek offering. "Tiger lilies. You said my voice was like tiger lilies...not long after we met. I don't know if you remember - "

"I remember," you breathed, surprising even yourself as moisture gathered in the corners of your eyes. "Thank you. They're beautiful." Reaching for the flowers, your fingers brushed his and you felt a thrill that he could make you weak for him after four and a half years.

"Come on," he urged, placing his arm around your shoulders to guide you to your chair. "I hope you're hungry. If not, it's okay, we can eat later - "

"I am," you quickly assured him. As soon as he took his seat, you reached across the table for his hand, careful to avoid the gathering of candle fire. The flames showed off the handsome contours of his face - the rusty warmth of his eyes, the strength of his square jaw. The scrub of stubble that tickled when he kissed you - something you were dying to do.

"You look...really good," he complimented, squeezing your hand affectionately. "I love when you wear that."

"I know," you smiled flirtatiously. "That's why I wore it."

He eagerly nodded, relaxing at this small triumph. But unsure of what to say next - of how to begin to explain to you the feelings bursting inside of him - he defaulted to the next sensible task.

"We should eat," he decided.

You were hungry, but really - you could hold his hand and stare at him forever. Nodding in agreement, you set your three lilies down on table's edge and squeezed his hand.

From there, conversation was pretty standard - he asked about your day, your co-workers and if you thought you might advance to the next level of nursing. He asked about your family and, of course, teased you for falling asleep in Steven's chair.

"Yes, my god - you guys are three-for-three on the chair interrogation," you playfully pouted. "I'll try not to do it again."

"Jake told me why you fell asleep...and Steven told me, you know - what you've been researching."

"I just want you to be okay," you confessed, reaching for his hand again, now that dinner was done. "I don't want you to ever be harmed like that again, Marc. It scared me so bad that Khonshu let you get hurt."

"I know," he nodded, and you realized, when you saw the distant, pained look in his eyes, that it scared him too. After a brief but comfortable silence, he went on.

"Steven talked to him, you know. Talked to Khonshu."

You probably looked like one of those cartoons with gigantic eyes bugging comedically out of the character's head.

"He what?"

Marc nodded, easing out of his chair. Keeping hold of your hand, he helped you to your feet and started leading you on a nighttime stroll around the rooftop.

"One night, he suited right the hell up - like, the whole, three-piece, Psycho Colonel Sanders get-up, marched right up here, to the roof, and said he would wait all night until the 'silly old bird' showed up," Marc explained.

"I think he wanted to call him the 'bloody stupid pigeon', but realized he might get an audience if he was a little bit nicer."

"Oh my god," you laughed out, concerned, but amused by Steven's antics. "What happened?"

"He gave Khonshu hell for what happened, apparently. I didn't hear him. Jake told me later, and then I asked Steven about it. Jake said he did hear it and he was laughing his ass off."

"The shit you three get up to in the middle of the night, I swear to god," you marveled. "Did Khonshu actually answer him?"

"Yes," Marc responded, bringing your stroll to a halt. Taking both of your hands in his, he stared deeply into your eyes. "He gave Steven the 'protect the travelers of the night' speech, like a damn broken record. So Steven said he would just take things up with the Ennead if he needed to."

"He did not!" You gasped. Steven had always been forthright and could be terribly sassy when he wanted to be, but this was next-level.

"He did," Marc confirmed. Shaking his head, he pulled you into his arms. "You know, when I was a kid...I never had anyone to look out for me. Not once. Not even my dad, but now..." His jaw twitched as he fought through his emotions, "Now I have three of you."

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[howellatme-writes]

Tomb Buster

Steven Grant x gn!reader, hints of Marc Spector gn!reader

Summary:

You returned from a trip abroad and are trying to get the spare key back to the apartment from Steven. However, you are unable to catch either of the boys due to their busy schedule, and you start to wonder if they are ignoring you.

Themes and warnings: Neighbors, Neighbors to lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hints of abuse, not beta-read, no use of y/n, gender-neutral reader (If I missed any warnings pls, let me know, and I'll add!)

Made for Moon Knight-cember Day 17/18: Rainy Day and/or VHS tape

Word Count: 3.4k

Author's Notes: First fic on my new writer's blog! I probably won't post very often, but I thought it would be nice to have a spot for my fics on Tumblr! Also, the first time I tried to specifically stay gender neutral with the reader, if I missed any pronouns, feel free to let me know!

It had been a few days since you returned from the trip abroad, and you still couldn’t catch Steven to get the spare key back to your apartment. His schedule was often the opposite of yours, and every time, you just continued to miss each other by mere minutes to and from the system’s various jobs. The responses to your texts to meet up the past few days were from Marc. They were short and avoidant, unlike the flirty, flowery texts Steven would send you featuring selfies with the plants he had watered for that day. 

One night, Steven initiated a late-night video chat, trying to cheer you up after a difficult night with your parents and co-workers. Then you realized the neighbor across the hall might have liked you more than you thought. His tired smile while he lay in bed at 2 in the morning, the freshly showered curls he brushed out of his face while he consoled you and let you vent about your issues made you realize you liked him back just as much. He told you about his boss, Donna, while you told him about your equally horrible boss while you’re stationed across the pond for work. Towards the end of your trip, you were starting to miss your home away from home more than you enjoyed being in your hometown, and it desperately showed in another Facetime call.

Marc started fronting the last few nights before you flew home, and the conversations were short. There were no selfies with your plants. He would just text, “Watering is done.” or “This cat’s shits are the worst thing I ever smelled.” Steven didn’t front as much, but his presence was still there. He even added googly eyes to the potted plants just to make you smile and laugh. Marc had sent you a phone with the caption, “I guess Steven snuck in when I thought I was asleep.” By the time you boarded your flight back to London, you were yearning to talk to Steven again, but it didn’t seem like you had that connection with Mark.

It was a rainy day, and you had just taken some of your propagated spider plants and potted them in some small terracotta pots when you checked your phone once again to see when you could meet up with Steven or Marc to get your spare key back. Nothing. You sat on the couch, placed the little spider plants on the coffee table, and leaned your elbows on your knees, your hand holding your chin as you huffed out a sigh, looking aimlessly around your apartment. If they weren’t interested, they would at least give you your key back, right? Hell, even just slide it under your door and never speak to you again. That was an option, too, right? Why are the boys stalling?

You reached to the sheet of googly eyes left by Steven and placed two eyes on each side of the plants’ pots. You couldn’t help but chuckle, and you decided to take it to the next level by reaching to grab a Sharpie to draw mouths to accompany each pair of eyes. On one side of the pot, a sad face with a tear, the other a smiley face. You did that with two of the pots, turning the sad faces towards you. You study them and pull out your phone, taking a picture of the tragic little spider plants, turn the pots, and repeat with the other side. Feeling mischievous and opening the texts, scrolling down to find their number, you attach the picture of the sad pots with the caption: “The plants miss you.” and hit send, waiting for his reaction.

After a few hours of sound sleep, you gradually become aware of a faint buzzing sound. As you start to stir and open your eyes, you realize your phone is on the table next to you, vibrating with incoming messages. You stretch your arms and legs, feeling your cat's weight on your chest and the warmth of its fur against your skin. Slowly, you sit up on the couch, blinking and yawning before picking up your phone. You squint at the screen, adjusting to the brightness, and see that two new texts are waiting for you. Your heart skips a beat as you realize they're from Steven, the person you've been waiting to hear back from. As you unlock your phone, your cat moves to the opposite end of the couch and curls up, seemingly undisturbed by your sudden movement.

“We should turn those plants' frowns upside down! -S” sent the text at 6:00 pm.

“???”- Was the last text sent at 9:00 pm.

The clock on the wall showed 9:52 PM, and you let out a deep sigh. You walked up to the window and glanced outside, only to see that it was pitch black and raining heavily. You couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, as you knew that you had probably missed meeting up with the boys again. You knew that Marc often picked up late-night shifts, but he never told you what he did.

With a tiny sliver of hope, you slide your phone into your pocket and pick up the two plants you had meant to give Steven. You stepped into some comfy slippers, went to his apartment across the hall, and knocked on the door, hoping he was home.

“Just a moment!” Steven calls, and you smile, feeling your heart start to race. After weeks of texting back and forth, you finally get to see him in person. After hearing several locks hurriedly being undone, Steven swings the door open to greet you, “Evenin’ Looking to get your spare key back?” breathing heavily, messy, damp curls in his face with an awkward smile and wrinkled brow. “Oh, you brought plants over?” he looked down at the two small plants with sad faces facing him.

“To be fair, they missed you. Look at them!” You try and smile. “I thought you might like them. A little extra thank you for caring for my cat and plants..”

“Oh. Oh! Thank you!” Steven said wide-eyed, “You can come on in if you like. I think Marc left your key by the fridge.” he gestured, letting you inside.

You step inside and kick your slippers off, looking around in awe at the sheer number of books. You could tell he had a lot of books from the video chats, but the amount of books covering the bookcases and every surface in his flat was beyond your imagination, “Wow… you have your books, I have my plants.” ​​

“I’m not bothering you boys or anything, am I?” you ask distantly. Despite the clutter, the flat just had this cozy feel, like you’d want to sit on a couch and curl up with Steven, blankets, tea, and a book.

“Ahhh yeah. Usually, I do a lot of reading when I can’t sleep.” Steven confessed sheepishly, rubbing his neck, “Would you like a cuppa or anything?” He asked from his tiny kitchen, already grabbing two cups from the cupboard.

“Yeah, sure,” you say, studying the makeshift furniture before you. A wooden top balancing upon half an end table and a sawhorse, with a small desk lamp on the left side, formed the kitchen table. Papers, maps, dirty dishes, and a magnifying glass lay on the table with other small tchotchkes. You walked past it to take in the rest of Marc and Steven’s flat, realizing it probably wasn’t the safest, sturdiest place for his first two plants.

“No. No!” Steven said quickly, “Not sure what Marc was doing before, but judging from the wet hair, probably a shower or somethin’.” Steven suggested offhandly as he put the kettle on.

Steven comes after you and grabs the plants from you, not noticing the hat or gloves. “Sorry about the mess. I’d blame Marc, but he’s always nagging at me to clean. Just never thought we’d have company.” He scurries around as if trying to find a spot to put them. Eventually, he settles, puts the plants on a small coffee table, and rushes to clear the couch of cardboard boxes before gesturing for you to sit down.

You walk further into the flat to see his desk against the skylight. It was still just as cluttered as the makeshift table, but at least the desk didn’t look like it would break with adding a plant or two, but space would have to be made for them. You shuffled around, and your foot bumped into something wet, a newsboy hat and leather gloves tucked under the desk, presumably damp from the rain.

You sit down on the worn leather couch and smile at him, moving one of the open boxes into your lap, just happy he was shifting all this stuff around to make space for you in the apartment, “It’s no problem, really. I was the one that just knocked on your door, no warning.”

“To be fair, Marc should’ve spent the last little bit sorting the place out instead of doing whatever he was doin'. Taking a shower, maybe; everything feels a little damp’,” Steven murmured as he sat on the couch. “ I-I was hoping you would come over, though,” he said, interlocking his own fingers together, not sure what to do with them, before just setting them down on his thighs.

“It’s fine. Really.” you try to reassure Steven, scooting closer to him on the couch, holding the box to your chest. “My apartment was totally deep-cleaned before I left. It’s usually not that clean, a little more cluttered.”

“Oh, yeah? Feel a bit better ‘bout this then.” Steven gestured to his organized chaos of the hastily moved boxes around the both of you.

You move a bit closer to him again under the guise of setting the box by your feet, “How was the flight? Still got any jet lag?” he quietly asks as you set the box down, and a well-worn VHS cover catches your eye, not even recognizing he was trying to make small talk.

You lean forward and pick the VHS up, “What's this relic of the past doing here?” I flip it over and read the title out loud, trying to tease him light-heartedly. “Tomb Buster? Huh. What sort of Off-brand Indiana Jones, B- movie, is this?” you chuckle, holding it up to Steven to show him without looking at the cover.

Steven froze like you had just found something extremely private and personal. “Well…uh-um-” his mouth open and shut, repeatedly struggling to find the words to say. Your brow furrows in confusion, wondering why the movie created such a reaction. He looks at his reflection on the TV in shock.

You turn the VHS tape around and look at the cover more closely. Moving your thumb, you  quietly read the wording at the bottom of the VHS tape, “When danger is near, Steven Grant has no fear?”

Steven darted nervously from the TV fearfully back to you, and he gulped audibly, speaking in a bit of a shaky voice “It’s one of Marc’s all-time favorite movies as a kid. It’s important to him, and he says he’s offended you called it ‘off-brand Indiana Jones.’”

“Oh.” You look back at the TV but don’t see what Steven sees. You spy the VHS player next to the Blu-ray, both covered in a thin layer of dust. “Have you ever seen it?” you ponder curiously.

Steven heaves a heavy sigh and takes the VHS tape from your hands, his warm fingers lingering on top of your own before placing the tape aside, “No. I haven’t.” he confessed quietly, looking up at you with sorrowful eyes. “Don’t think I’ll live up to my namesake.”

“Steven?” your hands reach out to grasp his again, feeling them tremble slightly. You rub the back of his hands with your thumbs, hoping to ease his anxiety.

“I’m not- I’m just something that Marc made up,” he whispered, ashamed, looking down at the VHS tape, “I found out when I saw- the movie poster one day. In his childhood bedroom.” He seemed to zone out for a moment, but when the kettle started whistling, it was like he had jumped out of his skin. He got up without a word, walking quickly to the stove as if thankful for the out in the conversation.

Steven sniffed as he grabbed a tin of tea bags from the cupboard trying to change the subject, “English Breakfast? Chamomile? I have lots. Take your pic.”

You felt awful as you stared down at the VHS tape. Dr. Steven Grant looked back at you as if judging you harshly. The plants' faces that felt comical mimicked the sadness of the heavy topic in the air. It never crossed your mind to ask who was the original and who was the alter. Part of you assumed it was Steven because you saw him the most between the two boys.

You slowly get up from the couch, follow him into the kitchen, and boldly wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind. Steven freezes again, avoiding your gaze, “Chai. I don’t care which one of you is original.” you murmur, resting your head against his shoulder as he slowly prepares his tea. You sighed, your breath on his neck making his hair stand on end, your lips almost brushing against his neck. “Our texts, the late-night Facetime, they were real, right? I always looked forward to your texts. There was something real between us, right?”

Steven nodded as he reached out to pick up the chai tea packet and tore it open. He then dunked the tea bag into the water for you. You tried to catch his gaze as you leaned against the counter to gauge his reaction. He seemed lost in thought, rocking against the countertop and staring straight into space. Finally, he looked at you and began pouring out his emotions. "But I'm not real!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking. "How could you be happy with us? Marc said you'd be daft to care about someone as bonkers as us. He doesn't know why I told you about us in the first place. He thinks we should keep our distance..."

“Steven! Marc!” you exclaim, trying to break his downward spiral, physically turning him into you, your hands grabbing his arms, almost wanting to shake some sense into him “I don’t care! I do care! I mean-”

His lips crash on yours, and before you know it, your hands find his curls, still a little wet from earlier, and he’s leaning against you, his hands on either side of you on the counter. As your cheeks touch, you can feel the tears that spilled down his, dampening your own. As you feel him suck your lower lip, he moves his hands to your hips. After a second, he pulls back, his face tinted with blush, apologizing profusely, “Sorry-I-shouldn’t have- I never- Not like this-”

“It’s okay. It’s more than okay.” I smile, caressing his cheek before kissing him again softly, trying to convey how much you care while your lips move against his.

“We should have a sit-down, yeah?” Steven asked quietly after a minute. You grabbed your mugs and moved back to the couch to sit. Steven takes a bit sip of his tea before setting it down on the coffee table. “I didn’t realize I was created to help Marc until very recently-” he began, and you reached out and rested your hand over his. “The way I found out wasn’t ideal. It was actually pretty traumatic.” He looked over at his reflection on the TV, pausing the conversation as your heart raced.

“Is Marc saying something?” you question

“It’s like we can see and hear each other in reflections sometimes. I don’t know how it works, but it does.” Steven comments, still looking at the black TV screen, before turning to meet your gaze again, “You know we have D.I.D, but I never told you why-”

“Oh Steven, it’s okay, I don’t need to…,” you try to say, squeezing his hand as you set my mug of tea down by the VHS tape. Steven’s guard came down with a small sigh of relief. “Steven, you or Marc can tell me when you’re ready. It doesn’t need to be tonight. We can just hang out or something.”

“Thank you.” Steven smiled earnestly. He looked back down at Tomb Busters and grabbed the tape, “Marc says we need to watch this ‘cinematic masterpiece’ before we trash talk it.” 

He looked at the back of the VHS, reading the synopsis. “Here, you’ll find archaeologist Grant up to his neck in danger and -spiders- up to his kneecaps in crawling arachnids. Steven hates spiders!!” he hums and nods in agreement. “He hates Nazis, too, and he’ll stop at nothing to keep those goose-stepping goons from obtaining the mystical statue of Coyolxauhqui.”

“Sounds like Indiana, but he hates snakes.”

It takes a minute to set it up, but Tomb Buster is playing on the TV as you snuggle into Steven under a blanket. It was almost like Marc and Steven were watching the movie with you. Steven repeated Marc’s commentary as the film went on, and much to your enjoyment, Marc even confessed that the movie was indeed a lot cheesier now that he was watching it as an adult. You were surprised Marc didn’t front to watch it himself, but it seemed like he wanted Steven to have some sort of positive experience with his namesake on the tv.

It was easy to pick up on some of the mannerisms that belonged to both the Steven on screen, and the Steven that gradually shifted to holding you as the movie continued. You would give his hand a slight squeeze or kiss his cheek when something was recognized, hoping it wasn’t too much of a challenging experience to see Marc’s muse for Steven on screen, but if it was, he never lot on. The movie concluded with a hint of a sequel, but after a quick internet search, you find the sequel never made it past the writer’s room.

“Float like a butterfly, sting like a Bee. My name is Steven with a V.” Steven sighed, disappointed when the movie finished. “I thought I came up with that.”

“When did you say that?” you ask, looking up at him.

“A while ago.” he spoke, gazing at you tenderly, “Watching Dr. Grant was odd, but it wasn’t as weird as I thought it would be. Thank you for watching it with us.”

You smile at him and sit up, glancing at the clock on your phone. It was nearly midnight. “Do you have work in the morning?” I asked quietly

Steven shrugs it off, “Yeah, but I don’t sleep much, remember? I’d Facetime you until 2 am at least.”

“I remember. Seeing you lay in bed, I couldn’t help but think your chest would make a good pillow.” you admit, feeling your cheeks heat up at the confession, “and I was right.”

Steven's face flushed with a tinge of pink as he leaned forward and whispered in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. "Can I kiss you again?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest. You nodded, leaning towards him, but he suddenly shifted his position, reaching for the spider plants nearby and hiding their googly-eyed expressions. "Don't need the spider plants watching us, do we?" he quipped, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You couldn't help but laugh at his comment, burying your head in his neck before your lips met again in another slow, passionate kiss. Steven seemed a little unsure of what to do with his hands, but he eventually rested them on your hips, his fingers trailing up and down your sides in a soft caress.

As you leaned your head against Steven's, you whispered breathlessly, "Maybe I don't need that spare key back after all."

You could feel his chest rumble with a soft chuckle as he responded, "Nah." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as your lips met once more, the world around you fading away as Steven held you in a sweet embrace.

[seven4asecret]

₊✩‧₊˚ Tipping The Scales Pt.6 ˚₊✩‧₊

Moonknight System x Layla x Gn! (Eventual Avatar) Reader

Content & Warnings: No pronouns, no Y/N, no Smut, descriptions of typical violence, eventual polyamory, & badly written fight scenes.

Ao3 Wattpad Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Chapter 6: A Happy Ending

You wake to the sunlight streaming through the curtains and something warm wrapped around your waist.

You furrow your brows at the harsh light as your eyes flutter open.

You can't help but smile at the sight that greets you as the haze of sleep clears from your vision.

Steven.

Gods... you never thought you'd be lucky enough to see him like this.

He lays next to you, hair curled and disheveled from sleeping, his lips turned up ever so slightly at the corners. You watch the steady rise and fall of his chest for a moment. He looks so peaceful, so content with his arms wrapped around you and his legs tangled with yours. You gaze at him softly until you can't take it anymore, your heart threatening to burst with affection if you don't.

You can't help but lean forward to press a kiss between his brows.

He stirs slightly, letting out a quiet noise as he tightens his arms around you slightly. You chuckle softly.

His eyes flutter open and a soft smile appears on his face. "Mmm... mornin' love." His voice is still slightly horse from sleep

You respond with peppering kisses to his forehead, then his cheeks, his temples, and jaw. Steven squirms under your attention, face scrunching as he bites back a laugh. "What's this for?"

"Nothing." You grin between pressing kisses all over his face, making him giggle. "I just happen to like you is all." You continue the kisses until he stops you, locking your lips with his.

You happily oblige, melting into the kiss. You hear a cough behind you and turn to see Layla standing in the doorway.

"Are you two almost finished? I have tea and coffee getting cold cause of you two." She grins, raising a brow in amusement. Her hair is worse than Steven's, curly strands sticking up everywhere. The sight made your heart flutter. You're sure some of her tousled coils found a way to defy gravity.

You smile, giving Steve a final kiss before sliding out of bed to greet her, wrapping your arms around her neck. "You're the best you know."

She hums in agreement, leaning closer. "I do."

Your grin widens, meeting her halfway in a kiss. "Course you do."

"Hey! Don't I get a turn too?" You feel a pair of arms around your waist. You look back to see Marc raising a brow at the two of you, a small smirk on his face.

"I suppose it's only fair." Layla pulls away to kiss her husband, an action you are quick to copy. You kiss him softly, a smile on your lips. Marc hums in contentment as he pulls back, the three of you heading into the kitchen for coffee and tea.

You adore your partners, all four of them now. You were still getting used to their third alter, he doesn't front as much but you love him all the same. Even if he insists on wearing those dorky hats and calling you the stupidest names. You'd never forgive him for calling you his ' pequeño chacal ' when he first saw you suit up while he was fronting. You weren't  that  short compared to him. But you were better off than Layla, who Jake quickly decided to dub the affectionate nickname of ' bicha '. He got slapped for that. Though the two of you had to put up with it. With Jake being the only one of the alters bearing the mantle of Moon Knight he was the only one to go out with the two of you to do your patron's bidding.

One amusing thing that resulted from defeating Ammit was watching your patrons adjust to sharing you.

In reality, it was a one-sided problem. Only Khonshu had the issue of not wanting to share. 

Anubis didn't mind. He was away for the most part, taking care of the position that had been taken from him while imprisoned. He was also recovering from being trapped for such a long time, his strength slowly returning to better aid you. This was preferred by Khonshu who wouldn't hesitate to make his disdain of the other god clear to you. He surprisingly never blamed you for becoming Anubis' Avatar, only ever momentarily setting aside his pride to admit he was glad that the other god had kept you safe. However, the lunar god would insist that you spend time with him to make up for it instead. You were his  priest after all.

You've lost count of how many times one of your partners has come home to see you lounging with the massive bird on the couch. His bandaged fingers ran through your hair as he regaled to you old tales of times long passed. It was a slightly awkward situation to be caught in but you found you didn't mind. Khonshu would also take you to the roof of the building after the sun had set and the stars began to appear in the sky. This would serve as the backdrop to a whole new set of stories, ones much more mystical. You felt a sense of peace in these times adoring the tales he would tell you in the quiet of the night. More than once you would find yourself dosing off with the feeling of his fingers in your hair only to wake the next morning in your bed, nestled between your partners.

When Anubis was with you things were a different story. The bird became clingy and overbearing, often trying to urge Anubis into a squabble with his sharp words. Anubis however, seemed to have the patience of a saint, that or he found Khonshu's irritation amusing. He would make sure to show you attention in his way, spending time with you to help you hone your gift, and show you exactly what you were capable of. Herbs and medicine became something you began to find an interest in, he took you off guard as he revealed just how advanced ancient Egyptians were with the craft. You suspected that half of his attentions to you were a deliberate attempt to piss off the moon god, catching a smirk on the god's face as Khonshu brooded in the corner, looking on. It certainly kept things interesting.

All and all, you were happy.

You couldn't help but smile as you watched your partners chat at the kitchen table, a warmth filling your heart at the sight.

Everything felt... perfect.

Balanced.

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The Nosy Neighbor

Title: The Nosy Neighbor

Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant x GN Platonic Young Adult Reader

Word Cound: 2,803

Request:

omg you’re back!!! i hope you’re doing alright, life’s treating you well and all that.

since you’re looking for requests might a suggest a platonic/familial moon knight x reader (maybe a male reader but gn works too!) where the reader is a teen that’s a part of Harrow’s cult. Moon boys try help the reader get out of the cult but unfortunately reader is stubborn af. eventually they realise that Arthur is taking advantage of them and start reluctantly helping Moon Knight. Marc maybe even seeing a bit of himself in the reader when it comes to their attitude towards others (just being rude and blunt to everyone).

thank you for the chance, and again great to see you back!

A/N: Here you go!!! I'm a bit worried I didn't make them very stubborn but I hope you don't mind it much. I hope you enjoy!!! And yes, life has been treating me well. I've only been at the gym and studying lol.

“You’re a lousy spy. Did you know that?”

Sitting in the shaded London apartment on a rather gloomy day, Steven Grant sat at his kitchen table with a mug of tea in his hands and the eyes of a spy staring right at him. Now there were many things about Steven’s life that he could permit reason for having someone observe his every move. Such as how little legal paperwork the man has compared to his alter from the Americas, Marc Spector, or how he and his alter work as vigilantes for an ancient Egyptian God. The system itself was an abnormality that gave many concerns to different parties around the globe. It was a matter of time before someone was sent to observe the system’s every movement. What caught Steven, and even Marc, off guard about the whole spy situation was how it was this specific neighbor. 

“Can’t say it was something I’ve been properly trained for.” spoke the spy before they took a long sip of the tea that Steven had offered them. 

No, no. Marc fretted inside of the system. They’re too young. If Harrow’s reaching out to kids like this then he’s getting desperate. 

“Has Harrow gotten desperate?” Steven asked the spy, only to receive a lame shrug. “You’re just a kid.”

Steven, shut up. That was rhetorical.

“Ouch. This kid still managed to get more information on you in two days than Harrow’s gotten in two years. So if you’re going to insult me, at least do it remembering that I can send everything I have on you with a simple rendezvous point away.”

Inside of the system Steven could feel Marc seethe in anger. The marine insisted to be released so that he may deal with the spy, but Steven ignored him and straightened himself up in his seat. 

The spy in question was a neighbor from across the hall of Steven’s apartment. Y/n l/n, he’d learned the first week when he’d moved into the apartment. They’d introduced themselves while Steven was fumbling for his keys amongst the moving boxes outside of his flat. His first impression of them wasn’t much. Just a young chap, probably in university, and though they seemed nice, they had a sort of attitude in the way they responded. Rather abrupt and tended to keep to themselves. But they were still up for conversation whenever they found Steven in the hallway. That was something the museum tour guide liked about the chap. 

So, for the next few days while Steven was moving into the apartment y/n would exit their own apartment to make small talk with the man before heading out on an errand. It was a habit that was maintained even after Steven was moved into the complex, as he often saw his neighbor while passing in the hallway. He was really pleased to have someone to talk to other than silent street performers or lonesome paintings in the museum, even if the kid could be a pain to talk to.

Marc had never made conversation with the kid himself. During one particular conversation with Steven he’d made it known that the kid probably lived alone. That thought alone never bothered him, as he’d seen all sorts back in Chicago. 

But then the kid started to annoy Marc. Slowly their eventual chance encounters turned to daily occurances. Steven never minded it but to Marc he grew irked. The kid seemed to leave exactly as Steven or Marc was at the threshold of their apartment, rummaging for their keys, always inquiring about what they’ve been up to and asked questions that would require them to go into specific detail of their life, that Marc suspected that something was up. Perhaps their neighbor was eager to learn the details of the system’s life for an employer. Harrow, maybe? The CIA? He’d warned Steven to not speak to their neighbor until he’d figured out a way to deal with the young thing, but Steven went and did the exact opposite of Marc’s warning by inviting y/n into their own apartment.

The spy observed the apartment around them while Steven was in thought. “You have a nice apartment, shame it’s such a mess.”

“It’s not that messy,” Steven dismissed the look they gave him, “I don’ suppose you want anotha cuppa?”

y/n looked to the mug in their hand and sloshed it around before nodding. “Yeah, why not. I think I’ve gotten past the suspicion that you’re trying to poison me.”

Steven smiled at the young thing with a chuckle, relieved that despite the situation they had a sense of humor, and grabbed the kettle that sat between the two. As he poured the steaming liquid into the mugs, there was a sort of silence in the air. He tried to ignore the look that y/n gave him, probably expecting for him to continue the conversation. 

“Thank you,” y/n accepted the mug from the gift shopist, “So how long have you known?”

“Known that you’ve been spying on us?” Steven sat back in his seat, “oh, we’ve known for a bit. Marc started catchin’ on ‘bit before me, but I’s was in denial about it. ‘Just that you’d been so nice an’ all, I told him ‘No, Marc, they’re just a nice chap. It’s just the generation these days, they don’t take the time to get to know their neighbors, we’re just not used to it when someone like them comes along’.”

He chuckled at his words, shaking his head and reaching for his reading glasses. “But a few weeks ago, Marc noticed you started receiving flowers. Tulips, always were tulips at your doormat. They’d came same time every week with a letter attached. That’s how your employers been communication’ with you, hasn’t he?” 

“Wow,” y/n chuckled in exasperation, and almost in disbelief at the accusations thrown by the man, “so let me get this straight, you’re accusation of me being a spy is because I’ve been receiving flowers? Is that all?”

“Quite is, actually.” 

“I’m sorry, Steven, but if you can’t see people as an enemy just because they have a partner and you don’t.”

“See, no you don’t. You know how I know?” Marc leaned over with his knees resting on his knees. “Cause all of this time we’ve met in the hallway, not once were you accompanied by your ‘partner’.  You keep to yourself. You don’t have people over. Not even kids your age. So even a one-nighter walking out of your door is going to catch my attention. But same as me, you’ve not been catching many fishes out there, hm?”

There was silence. y/n glared at the marine at the string of words they’d received. All the while the marine observed their expression with a snide smirk written on his lips. Marc didn’t particularly blame them for the way they looked at him, but he paid no mind in showing the teen the attitude they’d given the gift shopist for these last few weeks. 

“You know your boss has a real good sense of humor,” Marc tapped the mug against the table before hovering the ceramic to his lips. He spoke again before taking a swig. “ ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’ Way back in the day a Chinese general used to say that. He never lost a battle. Harrow must look up to him, choosing you for the job. Being across the hall can really let you into someone’s life.”

y/n looked at him as though they had no clue who they were speaking with. “Is it still you or is it the history buff talking now?”

“Nope, still me.” Marc clarified, unperturbed by the kid’s confusion. “I know a bit about history myself.”

“Oh.” y/n mused. Their eyes glanced between the marine and the cup between his fingers. “Sorry, it just seems like you’re more the muscle than the brains.”

Marc, completely ignoring the insult thrown at him, took another swig of his drink while y/n spoke again, making a face when he realized he’d drank Steven’s tea. “Alright, I’m a spy. What are you gonna do about it? Kill me? That’s not going to stop Harrow, he’s going to make the world right. ”

They watched the marine stand up from the table and make his way to the kitchen. Sitting atop the counter was a half-full pot of coffee he’d prepared earlier in the day. He grabbed a new mug from the counter and prepared his drink.

“We’s just wanna talk, is all. Understand why you’re doing what you’re doing.” Steven grabbed Marc’s cup of coffee and took a seat at the kitchen table once more. This time he’d pulled his seat closer to the young thing and nestled his forearms onto the table. “ well, I do. Marc just wants to get you out of our way and deal with Harrow already.”

“.”

Steven chuckled, “So, how did this whole thing start between you and Harrow?”

The spy took a long look at him. Steven could tell that they were debating as to whether or not to disclose such private information to their supposed enemy. They looked at him with a stone face, fingers tapping in thought before they weighed in their decision. Expression morphing to match the sigh of defeat they exhaled, y/n hunched over their cup and watched the tea leaves in their drink. 

“First time Harrow approached me about doing all of this I told him I’d do a lousy job, that I’d get caught. I told him to find someone else in town that could do it, but he was insistent for me to do it. Said that I was chosen to do it, that I was meant to do it.” They were mumbling, barely above a whisper that Marc had to lean closer to hear their words. Finally, after a few moments, they inhaled, straightening themselves into the chair. “Were you blipped?”

Marc observed the kid for a moment before answering. “No, I wasn’t.”

“I was a part of the population that was Blipped some years ago. When I came back there was no home to go back to and none of my family was accounted for, and the whole world didn’t care about people like me. But Harrow cared. He opened up his town to those who needed it and took the time to get to know every single person who came to him. Eventually, Arthur received a vision from the gods that he was meant to create a perfect world. He said that everyone who ever did us wrong would be punished. I mean, the world would be pure again. But he had a problem, you…”

y/n took a sip from their cup. All the while, Marc could only look at the teen with a straight face despite his anxiousness to the kid. It was obvious that the young thing suffered from Stockholm syndrome. They had the whole world turn their back on them. It was only natural that now they were so agreeing to the one person who showed them right, however double-sided it could have been.

“Harrow could easily send his men to my apartment and finish me off if he wanted to.” Marc admitted, knowing that his current living situation wasn’t exactly fort knox. “So why bother sending a spy on me?” 

“He said he wanted to know what makes you tick. Whether the rumors that you were unwell were true.” 

y/n paused and spoke with hesitation in his voice. “If there really are two of you in there.”

From inside the system, Steven shifted uncomfortably. It seemed that the news of the system spreads fast. 

“ ‘If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.’ “

y/n smirked, amused by the words that the marine mumbled. “Same general said that? Or are you making shit up now.”

“Same one,” Marc acknowledged the young thing before Steven fronted. Immediately the man’s posture shrank and the little spy felt more at ease with the gift shopist accompanying them. “You do realize that what Harrow’s doing is wrong, don’ you?” 

“Bringing justice to those who commit wrongs?” y/n shook their head confidently. “I don’t see anything wrong about that.”

Steven stared at y/n in disbelief, letting out a small scoff. “You don’ see anything wron- you can’t be serious? He’s probably about to take out half the planet. Aren’t you pissed from that guy- that- Thanos? Do you really want something like that to happen again? After everything you’ve been through?”

“The difference between him and Harrow is that it's all perfectly designed. Harrow brings justice to all of this! He’s wanting to kill off people before they get the chance to do something wrong! The people who were blipped, were blipped without discrimination. Doctors, murderers, criminals, children, lawyers! There were innocent people whose lives were ruined. My life was ruined. I was innocent.“

Marc’s voice was stern and rigid, trying to clear y/n’s riled up demeanor before they got more worked up. Only they were still going.

“You’re putting a perfect world at jeopardy, Harrow needs to make sure you don’t get in the way and-”

“Alright, stop, stop, stop.” Marc holds up his palm to the young thing in a final attempt to stop them, careful not to show any sign of aggression. “It’s mass genocide.” 

y/n stared at the marine for a long moment, showing no sign of speaking. Maybe they were realizing the depth of Marc’s words? Had he gotten through? If so, he needed to act fast. So, Marc grabs his chair and pulls it so that he sits closer to the young thing. “Alright, y/n, I’m gonna need you to listen very carefully to me. Okay? Now, I know Harrow took you into his wing, fed you, clothed you, gave you a place to go, an’ you feel like you want to do what you can to help him. Pay him back, even. Trust me, I’ve been there before. Owed my life to a god myself and it got me in more trouble than you know. But Harrow’s working with a god whose concept of crimes is much different than you and I’s are, so there are people who are going to be punished for things that aren’t as bad as we make ‘em to be. And if it comes down to that you are called to die for a crime that you have yet to commit, do you think Harrow’s going to vouch for you? Well, do you?”

The spy, unwavering eyes staring into Marc’s own, said nothing. But they didn’t need to. Marc knew very well that he was slowly making sense to the young thing.

“What’s happened to you is going to happen again, only this time you’re going to see what a mess the world was when you left it. It wasn’t a pretty sight. And between you and I, I don’t think the world can handle something like that happening once more. Now, it doesn’t have to be this way. You can change that. But you’re gonna have to help me. how about you and I work together, hm? The more I know about how Harrow’s whole operation works, the better I’ll be able to take him down. How’s that sound, hm?”

Though Marc didn’t get his answer right away, instead he shot back against his chair when y/n abruptly stood up from the table and began to make their way to the door. Reaching for their shoes that they’d left, drenched in water from the rain outside, they hurriedly put them on.

“You’re crazy,” They grumbled from the doorway. Marc remained seated at his place from the table. 

“Please, let me walk you out.” Steven stood up from the seat and reached for the door. He opened it, stepping to the side and patiently waited for y/n as they finished. 

“Just think about my offer.” Marc urged as y/n straightened themselves up and gazed at him with reluctance in their eyes. “There are worse enemies out there than me, yknow.”

y/n, in all their confidence, strode past the marine and exited into the hallway of the floor that they shared. Swiftly they strode to their apartment at the end of the hall, and as Marc watched them he watched how their stride fell almost too quickly when they noticed a bouquet of tulips awaiting their doorstep. 

Now, Marc didn’t know what exactly was in the letter that waited inside of the bouquet. But whatever was written inside of that piece of paper had made y/n question the theology behind Harrow’s conquest, as a few hours after their lovely conversation were they waiting outside of his doorstep with tulips in their hands. 

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Ice Skating Date Headcanons

Steven didn’t know what he was getting himself into. He didn’t know how to skate.

He doesn’t know if he or someone else sent that text about ice skating, but he couldn't say no because you seemed excited

“You are going to break our ankles Steven, Just call a quits and go home.”

“Oh hush Marc...” Steven mumbles as he gets his skates on

You looked (Beautiful/Handsome) 

You had a beanie with a puff ball on the top which tended to drag it down on your face

You had a nice scarf wrapped around you as well as a light coat.

Now that he thinks of it He probably should have brought something warmer

Once he stands up he wobbles and ends up grabbing on to you

He was worried it would make you uncomfortable but you laughed instead

His heart swells at the sound

“Alright on the ice we go!” Steven says

He makes sure to hold out an arm for support if you needed it

You didn’t seem to, but you held on anyway

Now when he got on the ice it was a different story

He was slipping and falling which was really embarrassing

But it made you laugh so he will deal with it.

After a while however his body felt weird. 

He felt more steady, like he was having an out of body experience

Because he sure as hell could not just suddenly learn to skate

His legs moved with confidence he didn’t have

He was sure Marc could hear his thoughts but he wasn’t saying anything

Steven was going to talk to Marc when he suddenly felt your hand in his

His face was burning red

He mouth was agape but his legs continued onward

You gripped him fiercely as to not fall on your own ass

But he hoped somewhere in there you wanted to be this close

He somehow found a way to twirl you which knocked you both down

You were laughing burying your head in his chest and he was sure you could hear his heart beat

“Get up Steven before your head gets cut off by someone's skates”

That made Stevens face sour. Mood ruined

He felt you tense up as your scrambled to get off of him

“Sorry... I guess I am a bit heavy...” You say

This breaks Stevens heart “N-No love it’s just I hit my head a bit!” He says standing up

“Good job mate now she’s upset!” Steven says internally

“How about some hot chocolate?” Steven asks with a smile

He was relieved that it lifted up your spirits a bit

He completely forgot the feeling of his body moving on its own accord

You both decided that skating was done for the day and to get some Cocoa at one of the stands

He was about to pay but you already had your card swiped

“You paid for the tickets I’ll pay for the drinks” You say with a smile

No one has ever bought him a drink

And never on a date has someone gone half and half

He isn’t offended, but it feels kind of nice 

When you come back to the table you both are sat at you smile

“I made sure to get Almond Milk because I think you mentioned you were Vegan” You say and hand it to him

He is shocked and he swears he feels his heart palpitating

No one really listens to his interests or accommodates his needs

Marc sure doesn’t, (At least when it comes to the Moon Knight stuff) he eats meat and sometimes he feels sick when he takes over the body so this was a nice change

“O-Oh thank you!” He exclaims and this causes you to giggle

You both talk for a while until mid afternoon

“I should really get back but... Could you walk me home?” When you ask that his smile brightens

You actually feel safe with him!

You want him to walk you home!

You trust him and might actually like him!

Then again this is the technical third date you both have had

This makes him think:

Should I make it official?

Is it to soon?

What if you’re uncomfortable 

what i-

“You need to answer them Steven!” Marc says

Steven looks up to see that you are waiting for a response

“Of course! I’ll walk you home any time you li- I mean... Yes...”

You giggle again “I would like that. Now I know who to call.” 

You say with a smirk

When you both get to your flat you actually let him inside the building and have him walk you up to your door

“Sorry I don’t want you to assume we are in here for sex... I don’t really want that... Yet”

He hears you say this and is met with many emotions

Sadness because you thought he might have assumed that is what he wanted

Anger because apparently someone made you think this before

and finally shock

You said “yet” Does that mean you are interested?

He shouldn’t think about that now though he wants to take this slow and so do you which makes him happy

“And that is perfectly fine! I didn’t assume that, that is what was going on. I was hoping you were enjoying my company” He says with a laugh

“Jeez now I sound like a-”

“Don’t belittle yourself you are setting clear boundaries, something I wish I could do sometimes. I am happy you feel comfortable to tell me what they are.”

The look of shock on your face made him even more upset

“T-Thanks... If I didn’t ruin our chances... Can we go out again?”

He beams when he hears this

“Of course! You text me what you would like to do and we will discuss!”

You nod and you both stand there in silence

He almost thinks he is over staying his welcome when suddenly he feels you slightly chapped yet soft lips on his cheek

“BYE!” You say before rushing to unlock the door and slamming it in his face

Steven stands there is shock for a moment before his body is suddenly dragging him away

When he gets home that later that evening all he can do is smile.

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Okay thanks and sincerely, fuck you (affectionate). I hardly ever get genuinely pained reading something online but congradulations ig. THE ANGST. JUST 🤌🤌🤌

but wait hear me out, what if, ikik crazy, but like it turns out reader was playing the Marc Card™ and "protecting" our beloved' from either the reader themselves, or also maybe more the situation they're in (equivalent to idk, perhaps the extreme and less than uh, pleasant circumstances dear marc, steven and jake have tied to their lives. superhero shit, family trauma, anything) OR they're just as fucked up in the head and emotionally constipated and such, and is under the impression they're, again, saving the guys from "having to deal with" the reader's shit instead of using communication like a sane fucking person in a relationship. But hey, couples goals amarite 🥰

Or both. Both can be good

Happy ending or not (bittersweet too, that counts), I am in no way suggesting this is healthy and reader shouldn't be sorry and recieve forgiveness, or not. especially knowing and reading abt how much it affected the whole system. call this self indulgent af man; and please don't write, respond or keep reading if this makes you uncomfortable in any way

In hindsight, I really should have placed that warning before the ask started truly getting into it. additionally, since I'm especially off with memory today, this is all in reference to your divorce drabble/headcanons btw

Thanks 2(x) for reading this far into my ramblings, and for sharing your bomb ass writing. again, it's hard for me to feel connected with the whole y/n shebang fandoms have going on, and, despite all odds, you pulled it off

Don't know how to end these things so yayy parting thumbs up👍

Divorce Pt. 2

A/n: CRYING, ROLLING ON THE FLOOR, SCREAMING, POUNDING MY FISTS Thank you so much for this!! I am literally so excited about this!! (Also sorry for taking so long to write this, I'm a little behind on requests lol)

((I will make a part three for if reader left to protect themselves from the Moon Knight side of things so this part is if reader left due to person issues so double the content!))

Warnings: yelling, anger, talk of depression, talk of panic attacks, talks of trauma, this ain't gonna be a fun ride

Gn! Reader Masterlist

Steven

Steven is the most calm out of Jake and Marc, but that's more like being the smartest guy on the football team

It's a really low bar to meet

Steven tries to be understanding in every situation he's in, truly

His mindset is 'you never know what someone's going through' and he takes it to heart

But this?

He finds it very hard to be understanding

He doesn't even want you here, but he let you through the front door, so it must mean something right?

After explaining in full enough detail as to why you did what you did, Steven is silent

Eerily silent

It feels like the silence in a horror movie before a monster jumps out

This is the part where I could say 'and one did, Jake starts yelling at you' but that's not what happens

Steven starts yelling at you

He starts yelling at you in a way you've only ever seen Marc or Jake do

And it was never directed at you before

It scares you

Steven is so irate, he doesn't notice you shrinking in on yourself

But if he did, I don't think he'd care

Not anymore

"You led us on, you led me on, for years! You made me think I deserved kindness, happiness, love, just to drop me and make me feel like I was worth nothing! I'm sorry you went through so much and I'm sorry you're still dealing with it, but Gods! That doesn't give you the right to completely toy with us and leave when you feel trapped! You're supposed to talk to us about it! Or at least text me if you didn't want to say anything!"

"We could've worked it out. We could've... We were married. That means you at least cared about us a little, right?"

Steven's anger eventually dies and fades into depression and heartbreak

At this moment he wishes you never showed up, never tried to fix anything

He was content with walking through life, blaming himself and thinking you were an angel that got stuck with an annoying gremlin

Cause how could you do any wrong?

Steven asks you to leave, barely above a whisper

If you don't move, he will

He'll lock himself in his room until you do

You may have thought you were helping, that you were easing his confusion and pain

You were wrong

All you did was set in motion another depressive episode and make Steven feel like the worst husband

He thinks, just for a second, that he must've been so terrible at comforting you and letting you know that he was there for you

And a second is all it takes for Steven to believe it

Marc

He starts laughing

Like, maniacal laughing

"You think you can just walk in here and give me some sorry ass excuse?"

"You married us, knowing you couldn't handle it, you married us! You stood at the alter, said vows you took the time to write, said yes after having the chance of leaving, and waited months after to say you didn't want this anymore?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Unlike Steven, Marc's rage doesn't settle into depression

It sits and festers until the moment you leave

He doesn't turn violent like Jake, but he looks seconds away from destroying the apartment

Even if you manage to explain further through Marc's yelling, it doesn't register that you were in pain or suffering

It doesn't even register that your slinking away in fear at the growing redness of Marc's face

"Why'd you even come here?! To make shit worse?!"

"Of course not! I thought-"

"You've already practically killed Steven! Did you come back to finish us off?"

"No! I was trying to-"

"I can't believe I trusted you! I-"

Marc cuts himself off, digging his palms into his eyes and sniffling

He's crying

Whether in anger, frustration, sadness, or all three, it doesn't matter

He's breaking down right in front of you and you know he must truly be broken to show such vulnerability in front of someone he hates

He yells at you to leave, to leave and never come back

Don't look at him, don't breathe next to him, don't even think about him

And don't ever, ever, try to call Steven

Marc will not hesitate to visit you in his suit

That's a lie, he'd never do that

Even now, after all the pain you caused him, he could never hurt you

Once you finally leave with Marc in tears, he finally falls to the floor and cries

He cries for hours and hours, unable to move or stop

He yells into his hands in agony and frustration

Why did nothing go right for him?

Was he cursed?

Doomed to never have a happy ending?

Your visit didn't help anyone or anything

You should've stayed home

Jake

Absolutely furious

Nothing can calm him down, Steven and Marc have no chance of forcing him into the head space if they tried (though it's not like they want to)

He doesn't let you in, but he walks around the apartment, yelling at you

No, not yelling

Screaming

He can't step back and think about your explanation, what is means and how it ties into your relationship

Lord help his neighbors because he will definitely throw something

Not at you, never at you

He may think he's a monster, willing to cross almost any line to fulfill his mission, but hurting you is one of the few strict lines he will never cross

He will throw things around you, slamming a lamp into the wall, throwing glass onto the floor

And while he is enraged, he's not blind

He sees his effect on you, how scared you look at him

And he thinks 'finally. finally I see how you really feel about me'

Tears remain in his eyes, not willing to fall and give you the satisfaction

He continues yelling and throwing things, hoping to scare you away

And it works

And when he's finally alone, he dissolves into sobs

He doesn't care who might walk past the open door and see him

He just cries and cries

He can't maintain the energy of being mad as much as he wants to

He may be able to do that in front of Steven and Marc, but the second he saw your face

All he wanted to do was bury his face in your neck and hold you

Apologize for his wrong doings and pray you would at least talk to him

But seeing how Steven and Marc dealt with your absence

And seeing how much you managed to wiggle into his heart before destroying it

He couldn't allow his feelings to control his mind

His top priority has always been, and will continue to be Steven and Marc

And he's willing to sacrifice everything to ensure they're safe

They're happy

And you took away their happiness

You will never be allowed in their apartment again, let alone their hearts

Jake will make sure of it

You will regret visiting

One day, everything is going to come full circle

And Jake isn't afraid of the man he might become to get the closure his brothers deserve

(beta reader note : ouchie two electric boogaloo.)

[teacupcollector]

Updated 11/19/22

Main Masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

The Undead Kind Of Love: Vampire Bucky Barnes x Reader Updated: 1/21/22 Series Masterlist Summary: When Y/N’s art project lands her in Romania she is met with very peculiar circumstances. Such as a weird old man speaking mythical nonsense, murders of both people and animals, an oncoming threat to her life, as well as her mysterious yet very hot next door neighbor with a weird obsession with beetroot juice. A Love Sweeter The Sugar Chubby Bucky x Baker Reader A/N: If you want this turned into a series let me know!

Summary: James Barnes was honorably discharged and since coming back he hasn’t adjusted well. His form of adjusting to the civilian lifestyle was in the form of comfort eating. When friends notice the recent change he finds himself at a local bakery and coffee shop try to get his life back together. While there he meets someone who is even sweeter then the pastries inside.

Insatiable: Winter Soldier x Reader, Possible Steve Kemp x Reader A/N: This will be getting really dark and have smut in it.

Summary: Y/N has moved across the country to the nice state of Oregon after a fall out with her family.  As she continues her journey down the desolate road she comes upon a mysterious stranger. Despite her inner confliction she befriends him. Little did she know, knowing him would change her life.

Frank Castle:

Rebel: Completed Father Matt Murdock x Daughter Reader x Platonic Frank Castle: 

Series Masterlist Summary-  (Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn't have a regular life having a blind father. He can't help with homework, Can't give her a have a ride to school, He can't see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure  then Matt ever has.

Loki:

Loki and His Follower: Completed

Series Masterlist 

Summary - When Loki's time on Earth is interrupted by a sudden voice in his head, everyone around him are suddenly suspicious. In order to determine that he is not a danger to those around him with his constant talking to himself they send him to a secluded location in a disguise. What happens when he meets a young woman who is also a  magical practitioner  and has been speaking to Loki all along.

The Snake and The Panther:  Discontinued Until Further Notice Cheating Loki Laufeyson x Wife Reader x T’Challa

Series Masterlist 

Summary-  Being married to Loki was all you wanted when he first decided to court you. It was like a Cinderella story and this was your happy ending. Sadly that was short lived when you found out about his infidelity. You are now on the planet Earth on the run from your inevitable confrontation. Living off the lands of Wakanda under the great leadership of the Black Panther himself and he seems to have taken an interest in you.

Moon Knight:

My Over-whelmed Heart Jake Lockley x GN Autistic Reader, (Minor) Steven Grant x GN Autistic Reader, (Minor) Marc Spector x GN Autistic Reader

Summary: Steven comes home to a situation he wasn’t prepared for so Jake immediately takes the reins for everyone's safety and helps you through your meltdown.

Head Cannons:

How The Moon Knight System React To You Being Misgendered 

Matt Murdock:

Rebel: Completed Father Matt Murdock x Daughter Reader x Platonic Frank Castle: Series Masterlist Summary-  (Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn't have a regular life having a blind father. He can't help with homework, Can't give her a have a ride to school, He can't see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure  then Matt ever has.

Peter Parker/Spiderman:

My Missing Piece: Updated 8/18/22

Series Masterlist 

Summary - After harsh words are said by the Avengers you decide to put your powers to the test and forget everything about them. With only a note of where to go you can only hope that this Peter person can help you figure out what really happened.

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Incorrect Quotes:

Steves Thots

T’challa/Black Panther:

The Snake and The Panther:  Discontinued Until Further Notice Cheating Loki Laufeyson x Wife Reader x T’Challa

Series Masterlist

Summary-  Being married to Loki was all you wanted when he first decided to court you. It was like a Cinderella story and this was your happy ending. Sadly that was short lived when you found out about his infidelity. You are now on the planet Earth on the run from your inevitable confrontation. Living off the lands of Wakanda under the great leadership of the Black Panther himself and he seems to have taken an interest in you.

[nemeseos-noctua]

hello!¡ idk if you guys have wrote for angst but i’ll req one since the reqs are open,, can i req for xiao, zhongli and venti where their [mortal] s/o slowly dies on their arms. yk since they’re basically immortal and how they’d react to losing another loved one. ty!

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: xiao, zhongli, venti (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: venti and zhongli story spoilers, not proofread

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: the way i teared UP while writing venti’s (also i love this request. i spent like 40 minutes writing it during a class but AGHH I LOVE THE FREEDOM I HAD WHILE WRITING IT)

a part of him hates himself for loving you

he knew. he knew you were but a mortal, a fleeting love and a fleeting life. and yet, he lowered his guard. he let himself love, he let himself feel joy and bask in your warmth that the lingering thought of ‘temporary’ left his veins

but holding you like this—in his arms, in his cold cold arms that already missed your missing warmth, his bloodied gloves and sunny irises:

he hates you. he hates you for loving him. he hates himself for loving you. he should’ve never subjected himself to this pain—

but he’ll never stop loving the memories of you

“Sorry, Xiao,” You smiled weakly, chest heaving with restrained coughs as the Yaksha winced, cradling you in his arms as the moon began to rise.

“Don’t speak. Conserve your energy,” The Adeptus disregarded your words, his heart pounding against his chest with a pain so unfamiliar, a pain of heartache he wish he never experienced.

Maybe, if he had rejected you that fateful night—he’d feel this pain still. He’d feel it, just, earlier.

Would it be worth it? To sacrifice your memories, your love— for an easier farewell. Maybe, if he had never fallen in love with you, maybe, if you had just stayed in your mortal life and never seeked him out—maybe it would be you who was crying on his behalf.

Gazing down at you, Xiao’s grip on the fabrics of your shirt tightened. You had changed since he first met you—wrinkles adorned your face, [e/c] eyes drooping and your bones were stiffer and more fragile than his ever was.

And yet, he loved you like the first time he met you—though he’d never admit it, appearance never really mattered to him anyways. Though he held a youthful visual, he knew that if his true age was put into a look... it’d be nothing more than skin and bones.

“I love you, Xiao.”

“Don’t.”

Don’t. Don’t make him love you even more, don’t make him miss you before you had even left.

Don’t. Don’t leave him—don’t leave him stranded again, destined to fight against demons and protect Liyue even after its archon’s passing. 

Don’t, don’t make him cry uncharacteristic tears. Don’t make him long for a love that was gone.

xiao would put you to rest once the beat of your heart comes to a stop

he is painfully familiar with the traditions of a passing. he is familiar with the way he’d set someone down into the earth. he is familiar with the soil and the rain and the moon and the stars

he—adeptus xiao—was familiar with death. in fact, he dealed in it

this is most likely xiao’s first time watching someone die from old age

or—someone he loves

he is used to the realm of immortals, he is used to watching them be murdered or sabotaged. but never has he seen old age take someone

and he wished to never see it again.

xiao would close his heart from the world—if it wasn’t closed already, it’d be barricaded by twice the amount. thorns used to block the outside world would stab his own heart, and xiao would only know grief for a period of time

he’d find himself coming back to your final resting place, he’d find himself planting glaze lilies and flowers at your grave as he mourns a lost love

he—still hates you. he hates the love you gave him and the love you shared... but now it doesn’t hurt so much anymore

your death would only prompt him to become stronger. to become colder, to hate the world even more than he already does

zhongli would sometimes visit xiao, and even he is pained by your death. the world—it twisted and turned, it moved and wove tales with the strings of fate...

but never before has xiao wished he was mortal. if he were mortal, he could pass peacefully. if he were mortal, he could meet you again

mortals.

xiao hates mortals.

he hates them because being mortal was what took you away from him

the touch of death has numbed to zhongli

he has experienced it far too much, but watching you fade in his arms was probably the worst yet most bittersweet way to go

on one hand, zhongli is relieved. he is relieved that you passed peacefully, he is relieved that you left without any pain

yet on the other hand, he is heartbroken. he is broken to watch yet another loved one go, he is broken to have to arrange the casket that you will sleep eternally in

zhongli is grateful. he is grateful to ever meet you, he is grateful to have the honor of putting a ring on your finger and being able to lock your lips with his. he is grateful for so many things and yet he still wants more

he wishes to hold you until time itself fades, he wishes to experience the present with you instead of dwelling on the past that you so regrettably will become apart of

he, zhongli, consultant of wangsheng’s funeral parlor—wished for time. a time he so selfishly held as an immortal.

“The glaze lilies are beautiful today, are they not?” Zhongli hummed, sipping on some tea as he gazed fondly out of the window. His warm coat did nothing to prevent the cold of his side, the lack of your voice or the missing light from your eyes.

Everyday was the same. Everyday was him sitting—alone—in the funeral parlor, the pungent smell of death and cremations flooding his senses as all he could do was watch. Watch the world go by, watch his friends and loved ones die one by one as he was subjected to an eternal dance of loss.

Though, Zhongli knows that you will never truly die as long as you are in his heart. He remembers your smile, your laughs, your growing pains and complaints, your eventual wisdom and hearty laugh that you shared with him moments before your time.

He remembers so much, he loves so much, he loves you and who you were, he loves you and all of you.

“I must admit, I miss you terribly,” The consultant’s voice softened, his fingers setting the tea in his hands down as a lump formed in his throat.

“Yet I would never regret loving you.”

zhongli would stay painfully normal

he does not want your death to hinder him—he knows you would not want that. so he lives life, he carries on—but your memory never leaves

your stories and triumphs will be the topic for one of his best stories. and that otherworldly traveler... he hopes they carry on your legacy with each and every world they visit

and he hopes you... you and your beautiful smiles, you and your love and your kindness and your ambitions—

he hopes you are resting peacefully in the flowers he prepared for you

venti would strum you your favorite tunes as you pass

a bittersweet smile paints his face as your back rests against his chest, frail and weak coughs leaving your system as you heave for a single breath

do you remember? do you remember the way the two of you used to climb the tree at windrise? do you remember how you’d drag him from the late diluc’s tavern? do you remember how you’d stay up late at night listening to his songs and mindless chatter?

he remembers. he remembers watching you grow, he remembers standing beside you as you ran for your dreams. he remembered gliding with you aboard the strange island of time you insisted on exploring

“I love you, so so so so so much, [Y/N]...” Venti would muster, wiping his tears as you couldn’t even turn around to gaze at him. To gaze at his youthful form and unchanging appearance, to gaze into those azure eyes you had fallen for and his scheming tactics. 

Burying his nose into the crook of your neck, Venti took one deep breath. He loved the way you smelled, how it seemed like you rolled in a field of sweet flowers (though he knew your stiff bones would never allow such a thing), how you used to play along with his schemes when you were younger.

Venti loves you, and all of you. He loved you when you were a young adult, he loved you when you were middle-aged, he loved you when you were an elder.

He love love love love loves you, so much so that it seemed to overpower the pain.

He knew your time was up, he knew his time with you was gone, but he persists on with your memory.

mondstadt has surely changed ever since your passing

venti finds himself waddling into angel’s share twice a day, even if he can’t afford it. he finds himself on the receiving end of pitied gazes and free drinks (for no reason, though everyone knows the reason). he finds the way klee is no longer a child and the way the honorary knight never visits mondstadt anymore quite jarring

he finds himself—lost. he has lost so many, watched so many go, held so many fallen friends in his hands that he can no longer count

though, he misses you. a lot, actually. when klee is busy being an adult and bombing abyss mages instead of fish, venti finds himself weaving tunes of your valor and honor at the statue of—himself

he finds himself longing for you, loving you as if you were still by his side. he sings and sings, strumming his lyre so much that he hopes you can hear them from the heavens

and after—after he has made his and your mark on the newer generation, venti, the windborne bard, falls into a slumber

he sleeps. he sleeps in celestia in hopes of dreaming a dream with you. he sleeps in hope of finding you in a neverland so beautiful

he hopes that one day when he descends once more amongst his people—he hopes you will be there. just like the first time he met you.

— constellations!

[ihavetolistentoastupidpigeon]

This is exciting! - S.G

“They want it to be a surprise!”   “It could be a trap...” 

“Marc don’t be a wet blanket. This is the first time someone is taking US out on a date.” 

“I do-”

“Let ho and enjoy yourself Marc. I know the accent will be annoying, but just try to have fun!” 

“Steven... It’s just... I don’t want to mess things up for you. You seem happy.”

“Marc... We have the same body. I don’t want you suffering. Just... Just try to get to know them okay?”

“Fine I will... Where are we meeting?”

“They will meet us after our shift at the museum. Everything will be okay Marc” 

“I wonder what the date will be...”

(If you could Take Marc or Steven on a date where would you take them? -Author)

[ihavetolistentoastupidpigeon]

What is the mystery date “Steven” asked to take you on?

“I hate you Marc...”

“I’m sorry Steven, but you know we have to do this.”

“Our body is exhausted we need to take a break.”

“We don’t  have ti-”

“Y/N texted!”

“St-”

“I didn’t mention a date...” Steven says *Scrolls up*

“Did you text them yesterday?”

“No Steven. They are your love interest not mine.”

“Then wh-”

“You probably just forgot or something. Just go on the date okay.”

“Jeez okay. Sorry Marc.”

(Write in the comments of what date you would like to go on! I’ll make a headcanon for it! - Author)

[ihavetolistentoastupidpigeon]

Art Museum Date Headcanons

This is Steven Grant’s second date with Y/N, who has thankfully given him a second chance.

(This is one of the first times I am doing headcanons I apologize if it isn’t that good lol - Author)

He decided to meet you at the museum , but gets there 15 minutes early

He buys your ticket and is holding a single white rose. He looked up the meaning of it and he agreed that a white rose would be perfect.

Once you arrive he will be nervous, but will try to play it cool. 

He will offer to hold on to the rose for you if you don’t feel like carrying it, but he beams when you take it and lift it to your nose

He will fall in pace with you as to not over take or make you feel like you need to catch up with him

He wants you to know that you are his equal and not someone who pressured you into a second date

He ends up getting comments from Marc: “Cool it Steven. Don’t sweat.”

While he found museum he made sure to research all the different pieces in hopes of impressing you

He even goes in deep on how certain colored paints were made.

He especially went into the history of Egyptian Blue

He will constantly check in to see if you are having fun

He tries to do it subtly as to not annoy you

He is happy when he notices you hand inching towards his

He will discreetly wipe his hand on his pants before holding your hand

He is flustered once he feels your thumb caressing his hand once holding it

He gets another comment from Marc: “Keep it together man or your palms will get clammy”

He knows that Marc isn’t as excited about this date as he is, but he has more dating experience so Steven is grateful for the advice

He will ask questions about who your favorite artist is

If you say that you have never had one he will quickly guide you to the exhibits he thinks you will like

He will buy you a Vincent van Gogh T-Shirt that has a silly pun like “Where did my Van Gogh” or “Sorry that I cut talked your ear off”

“That is really stupid Steven she might not li-”

Marc gets cut off by the laugh you are producing and Steven finds himself smirking at the speechless Marc

Towards the end he will ask if you’d like to get something to eat to hopefully extend the date

If you say yes he will take you to a lovely chip shop near by and continue to ask about you, your interests, and the like

He can feel Marc in his head through out this which makes him sweat even more

If you say no he will happily yet reluctantly say good bye

His spirits are immediately lifted however when you ask him to walk you home

 He is absolutely wired when he returns to his flat all he can do is ramble on about you

About how he hopes that you enjoyed your date or if he did something wrong, or the color of your clothing and how it brought out your eyes.

He is excited once he sees  your name light up on his phone

He receives a text from you saying: “Thank you for the date I had a great time! We should do it again!”

Now he really can’t stop thinking about you until he either falls asleep or releases the body to Marc

Overall the Date is is success

[ihavetolistentoastupidpigeon]

“So yeah I went out on a date with a person and it went swell! They said they would like to go again some time!. I’d like to text them again, but I don’t know their schedule...”

“...”

“You’re probably right they might be sleeping... I could send them a good night text? Or would that be to clingy?”

*The performers face over time is setting into a frown, but Steven still has yet to notice*

“What about Layla? Should I text her? I mean yeah I kissed her... I think Marc still has feelings for her. I don-” *Sigh* “I am going to sit here a bit longer...”

“You can’t avoid our night job forever Steven...”

[ihavetolistentoastupidpigeon]

Dream Date

Hello! After the spat with Marc we decided to give dating another go! luckily Y/N is giving me another chance. Problem is is that I don’t know where to take them. Do any Tumblrs know where a good spot/what a good date would be? It would be much appreciated! -S.G