Hello Again. This is a reborn for this account. Its been a long time since I'd be here, but this time I'm coming back with a few things to share with everyone 😃
As Always, some of this fics were in my previous account @captaingravity55 and I'll be posting some things new for my followers. Thanks for the wait ❤
- 🌠 = Alternative Universe (AU!) - 🌟 = My Favourites
- 🔥 = Sexual Tension - 🔞 = Smut
So, at last, thanks you for all the likes, comments and reblogs in the posts. It's mean so much for me and they keep me writing and trying to be better in this everyday.
XOXO
Noelia
▪️Poe Dameron: "The Hottest Pilot of the Resistance"
🔸 New Last Name 🌟 💖
🔸 Confessions of a Loyal droid 😆💖
🔸 Pilot Proof 💖
🔸 Guilty Pleasures (Crossover) 💖
🔸 La Cuna del Imperio, Un Lazo para la Resistencia (Novel)
🔸 A Cup and a dose of Daring 💖
🔸 Feelings 💖
🔸 X - Wing 💖😆
🔸 Blues 💖😭 (New!)
🔸️ Teddy Bear 🌟😆💖 (New!)
▪️Din "Mando" Djarin: "Best Father of the Galaxy"
🔸 The “Child’s” Fault 🌟 💖
🔸 Confidence 💖
▪️Steve Rogers | Captain America: "The Boy with a Heart of Gold"
🔸Secrets 🌟 💖😆
▪️Bucky Barnes | The Winter Soldier: "The Soldier with a Vibranium Arm"
🔸Protective Girl 💖
🔸 First Dance Since 1943 💖
🔸 Captain America 🌟 💖😆
🔸 Cupcake 🌟 💖
🔸 Dust (Part 1) 😭 / Come Back (Part 2) 💖
🔸 Future, maybe 💖😆
🔸Day in Paradise 💖
🔸 I'm here for you 👫🏻
🔸 Red Lipstick 💖 (New!)
🔸 You're Mine, Don't Forget it (Soon...) 😭💖
🔸One More Try 🌟 😭💖
🔸 Confessions of Tequila Shots 😭😆💖
🔸Emotions 🌟💖💖
🔸Left Behind 😭😭😭💖
🔸️ Nightmares 😭💖 (New!)
🔸️ New Avengers 😆😆💖
🔸️ Special Night 💖💖 (New!)
🔸Mine
🔸Find You
▪️Loki Laufeyson | Odinson: "The God Who Born To Be King"
🔸Candy. 💖
🔸Avenger 😭
🔸Asgard (Soon...) 💖
🔸First Time Feelings (Soon...) 🌟💖
🔸 Brother... (Soon) 😭👫🏻
🔸 Same Heart in Differents Times (Series) | 1°: Starbucks |
▪️Sam Wilson | Falcon | Captain America: "A Good Man with a Big Heart"
🔸What I Gotta Do (part 1) 💖 | I'm Yours (part 2) 💖
▪️Helmut Zemo: "The Baron with a Broken Heart"
🔸You Need Me 👫🏻
🔸Superhero? 💖
🔸The Best Gift 🌟 😆
▪️Xu Shang Chi: "The King of the Karaoke Nights"
🔸 Nice to meet you, again 🌟💖
🔸 Karaoke Nights 😆💖 (New!)
▪️ Marc Spector|Steven Grant|Jake Lockley|Mr.Knight|Moon Knight: "The One You Didn't See Coming"
🔸 It's Time to Say That Word (Part 1) | Promises I Can't Keep (Part 2) | Midnight Mission (Part 3)
🔸All That I Need
🔸 Inappropriate Thoughts
🔸A little bit talk about Us
🔸First Date: Ice Cream
🔸Sticky Notes
🔸Feel The Same
🔸Confessions
🔸Best Man in the Word
Other Fics (Ships)
🔹Rey (Rebel Captain - Rogue One) 💖
🔹Seeing you again (Melendaire - The Good Doctor) 😭💖
🔹 First Step - (Sherlolly - Sherlock BBC) 💖
🔹 Stars (Agnes/Cristobal - Star Trek Picard) 💖
🔹 Family (TimeQuake - Agents of Shield) 💖
🔹 A Serious Conversation (TimeQuake - Agents of Shield) 😆
Pairing: None. Just Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson as partners and friends. Mention of Bucky Barnes X Female Reader. Mentions of Helmut Zemo.
Alternative scene for CA: BMW based on the trailers.
Warning ⚠️: None. Possible spoilers from TFATWS, possible spoilers from CA:BNW (if I was right in what I wrote a few months ago)
Author's Note: Hello everyone. I would like to post this early but the storm here in Buenos Aires makes disasters and the internet was off almost all day. So, here's the thing: When a months ago in some news Marvel told that Bucky wasn't in CA: BNW, I thought "Bucky has to be in at least one scene of this movie" and I wrote this in... March 27th of 2024. As always, the characters belong to Marvel Studios but the imagination is mine.
So... This is the result.
I have had so much fun writing again with two of my favourites marvel boys and this is my little fic about them.
Thanks for reading my Ted Talk and I hope you enjoyed reading this.
PS: It's 05:34 A.M here.
I hope you like it and always the reblogs and comments means so much for me 🩷
..............
Present Day
Sam smiles with a hint of mockery as soon as he sees his partner coming down the stairs with his typical annoyed expression and a bag hanging on his shoulder. When Bucky sees him, he smiles because despite himself, he learned to love him too.
- You look good, old man.
- Steve is no longer here to protect you and you know it, Wilson. Be careful what you say to me - The two share a hug that conveys many emotions and laugh as if they were two friends who haven’t seen each other for a long time. Sam spends a lot of time texting Bucky and ends up at his house every friday he can just to bother him. It had been two years since they had made peace with their pasts and their new futures. Bucky is very proud of Sam and his work as the new Captain America and Sam was proud of Bucky for his integration into today's society and his new job in the Government - Cap.
- Sergeant - Bucky steps away as he pulls an iPhone out of his pocket and sees a message that makes him smile. He steps away instantly as soon as he hears Sam laugh. - Is that a modern phone? And is there a smile on your face? Who melted the Winter Soldier?
- Shut up Sam, I have a reputation to maintain - Bucky tries to hide a shy smile but without losing the hardness of his voice. Sam continues smiling as if he had been given a great birthday present.
- You're not fooling me, handsome. Tell me.
Both walk among the people, who go here and there, some look at them as they pass and Bucky shakes his head.
- I went out into society a little more and I might be meeting someone. Nothing important yet.
- Everything is important to you, Bucky. Even to me.
- I know.
- How are things with the government?
- More difficult than I expected. A little easier from above and I'd do great at the job.
- I found out that the new boss is De Fontaine. How are you doing?
- It's hard, she thinks that anyone don't notice, but I know she's cynical, but there we go, as long as she lets me do my job, I'll try to deal with her when the time comes.
- You know that if things get tough we'll be there to put them in place - Sam hits Bucky's arm but he stops looking around, alerting Sam who comes a little closer, looking for some confidence between them.
- Uh... About that. I won't be able to go with you this time, Cap.
- What do you mean no? Are you tired of me? - The joke is real but those who know him know that his tone is different.
- Maybe, in fact, yes. I need that umbilical cord that Steve tied us to be cut - They both laugh as some soldiers pass by them and salute them as their positions correspond. Bucky frowns because, as Sam knows, he's still not used to returning to his military status.
- No. I'd actually like to go with you, regardless of all the joking, but I was asked to take on an intelligence mission.
- It's coming from Above?
- Actually, from Below. Classified. You know what I mean. - Sam nods and leads him to an office where no one can hear them. As soon as they enter, he leans against the door and Bucky crosses his arms - There's a De Fontaine dispatch team... And it's very difficult.
- It's more difficult that deal with you?
Bucky's silence tells him that this is serious. Very serious.
- They do the dirty work, Sam. And they're afraid it will get out of hand.
- How is that?
Bucky looks around and sighs. For a moment Sam knows he's thinking about telling him the problem but he doesn't hesitate.
- Do you remember Belova?
- Natasha's sister? The crazy woman who tried to kill Barton? What does she have to do with this group?
- She's the leader of the team. They were sent on some kind of suicide mission and they don't know about it. And they're afraid that when they find out...
- Damn. It'll end badly. And what are you going to do with them?
- For now I just have to keep an eye on them and investigate each one. Then I'll see what I do if things get out of hand.
- I don't like the sound of that, Buck.
- If I think about it, I don't either.
- And if everything goes out of control, what will you do...? - Sam thinks about how his friend doesn't need help, but he still wants to go with him. This is much more serious than an act of government.
He sees his friend look at the window and Sam shakes his head as he approaches and hits his arm. He knows that innocent puppy expression, and he doesn't like it a bit.
- You'll look for him, right?
- I didn't say that. It came out of your mouth. - Bucky shrugs and avoids looking at his face.
- What the fuck, James. You'll go for him.
- You know that if everything goes to hell, I think Zemo is the one who can get rid of them. - Bucky admits as Sam's curses fill the room.
- What if he betrays you and joins them?
- I wouldn't expect anything less from him.
Sam refuses to think about taking Zemo out of the Raft and provoking the wrath of the Dora Milaje again, but he knows that Bucky will only do it if he has no other alternative and with his help. And probably the presence of the Sokovian is not enough.
The two leave the office and walk to the hangar where a car is waiting for Sam that will take him to the hotel to change his clotehs and then meet the President of the United States and a motorcycle that is parked several meters behind several government cars.
- So I won't see you for a few months?
For a moment, Sam thinks about the phrase, which seems to come from one of the romantic comedies that his sister watches and clicks his tongue in displeasure.
- Probably not, you'll hear from me if things don't go as I hope.
Bucky looks at the government agents waiting near the car that Sam must get in and he squeezes his shoulder.
- Be careful, Barnes. I promised Steve you'd make it to 200 in one piece. - Bucky lets out a curse in the middle of a laugh and shakes Sam's hand, who takes it without hesitation to pull him in for a hug. - I'm happy to see you okay and in the real world, Bucky. I mean it.
- Me too.
Bucky steps away and points to the car before walking away a little.
- And before you go, tell me, who's the young lady? Or maybe a young man?
- I know you always wanted me to notice you, Sam, but you won't be that lucky - Sam makes an offended face and then laughs - It's her, Sam. She's my neighbor.
- You didn't look far, did you? Did she help you find the apartment, with all the stuff, or was it the typical "I went to the wrong door" move?
- She takes care of my cat.
Sam is going to scoff at his words until he processes what his friend says.
- You, ex-Hydra agent, soldier with very little humor and zero tolerance for any other living being, do you have a cat?
- Yes. It's been almost two years that Alpine lives with me.
- And how come I didn't know? What I mean is where the cat was when I was in your apartment?
- You don't know everything about me, Sam. You know what I want you to know about me. He was with my neighbour. I told you that a few moments ago.
Bucky laughs out loud at Sam's surprised face and he mutters an insult under his breath, but seeing his friend happy makes him happy.
- Yeah right, Sigmund Freud. Whatever you say.
Bucky's phone rings and when he sees it, Sam knows from the expression on his face that it's from work.
- I have to go, Sam. Take care of yourself, will you?
Sam knows that's the hardest thing that can come out of his friend's mouth: Emotions
- You too, Barnes.
- Try not to die out there, I won't be able to stop your fall when your suit fails.
- Try not to die, Soldier. Otherwise I have to pay someone else to take care of my ass.
They both laugh and as Bucky gets on the bike, Sam approaches and shakes his hand, joking aside. Serious and somewhat worried. After all, he is his friend.
- Take care of yourself, seriously.
- I will. If you need me, just make the call and I'll be here.
- I know. Same for you. Don't forget that.
Bucky rolls his eyes and laughs as he adjusts his bag on his back and starts the bike.
- Come on, come over and kiss me. I know you want it, Sam. This is how we say goodbye properly.
- Do you want it that much, Barnes? Just ask for it and you've got it.
They both laugh, and Sam says goodbye making the army sign to his friend. Bucky nods and leaves the parking lot and for the first time in a long time, Sam feels happy with the result of the goodbye.
They are both fine. The world can fall apart and they will be there for each other.
Hello Everyone 👋🏻 I have news and a post coming...
In this case, it's not a fic per se, it's something that I wrote a few months ago when Marvel said that Bucky won't be in Captain America: BNW.
I wrote a scene (that for me, could happen at the beginning of the movie) between Sam and Bucky thinking in their new interaction after TFATWS.
And I'll post it today. Because the Fan Screening is tomorrow here in Buenos Aires (and I can't go 😭) and the premiere is today in the US, so, Today is the day.
And other news, I'm writing a new series with Bucky, Sam and Zemo (since TFATWS I love so mucho write with these three boys ❤️) and some of the Thunderbolts, and Moon Knight, Loki and others (cof cof, Reed Richards) of course, and other things.
And I hope you like it 😊
I call this "The Undercover Series" will be a couple of posts where the reader has to be undercover to help this team and things happens with one of the boys.
I have to be honest, I love write with morally grey men. It's one of my guilty pleasure 🤭
I know it's been a long time like my dear Taylor says, but... A lot of things happened in my life and my family's and I needed a break. About everything.
But that doesn't mean I stopped writing. In fact, the opposite happened. I started writing novels (which are in a drawer) and continued writing fanfics.
About Marvel. A LOT.
With my favorite morally grey men, I started writing with others and I'm reconciling with this fan side that I moved away from but that I'm ready to return to. I'll probably start re-uploading all my previous fics, with the corresponding corrections and everything because you guys deserve the best.
So... This is a full time comeback. And I hope you guys want to join me in starting this up again.
Pairing: James Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Friendship), Marc Spector (Moon Boys) x Fem!Reader (Friendship)
Inspired by: A VERY CRAZY THOUGHT of my mind.
Mentions of: DID
Warnings ⚠️: SMUT +18. Platonic Relationship between Reader with Bucky and Moon Boys. Fluff. Flirting. Mentions of sex. Friendship. Partners. Bucky is part of Thunderbolts and Moon Boys of Avengers. (Bucky too). Mentions of insults. Bucky and Marc hate each other. Post! MoonKnight. Post!FATWS.
Author's Note: Hello everyone after a while!! How are you doing?
Your writer was off of the internet 'cause I'm on my hospital practices and if everything's alright, I'm on my way to graduate in the next weeks so it's a little bit difficult find time to write for you all.
But, Marvel kick off yesterday with all the anouncements in the D23 and... Bucky being part of the Thunderbolts gave me a little bit of ideas 😏 and maybe my illusion to see him making team with the Moon Boys at some point of this Multiverse Saga end definitely in this fic.
First, thanks for all the likes, comments and reblogs in my fics, I know that I'm not online the time that I'd like, but when I see a notification about it, means the world to me. So thanks ❤️
Second, this fic is only the begging if this... I have two fics more with my Marvel Husbands and... It's like an addiction, so, I hope can bring you the others soon.
Last thing, this is my poor intent to do something spicy and smut. The other fic have a more of the last, I promise. Don't be so rude with me, please.
In the end, I hope that you like this new fic, that enjoy with the reading and again, thanks for all.
Noe 🌸
- Alone again, Doll?
I smile as I turn slightly tosee Bucky approaching with his hands in his jacket pockets and that characteristic calm expression on his face. I stop for him to catch up my steps and he barely reaches my side, he taps me lightly on the shoulder to keep me going walking.
- No, in fact I know that every time I go out late of work you all are here.
He frowns at the plural mention and I know he doesn't suspect that they are here too, whether on the terraces or in a car following in my footsteps.
- I'm here...
I turn only to give him a look he knows all too well, and his expression changes to one of utter annoyance.
- You know who I'm talking about.
Bucky grunts a second after Marc appears by my side and gives Bucky a furious and meaningful look.
- Barnes...
- Spector…
I walk in the middle of them, as they seem to growl in each other's presence.
- Can you two at least take into account that I'm here and pretend you like each other for a dammit moment?!
- The only one I care about here is you, baby. He can go direct and non stop to hell.
- Marc…
- Let him be an asshole, Doll. He speaks from the dark side of his soul. I like more Steven, actually.
- He doesn't say the same about you, Barnes.
They both stop and I stand between them with my back to Marc and my hand on Bucky's chest. I can feel the anger emanating from both of their bodies, and even more so from Marc's, which is multiplied by three.
The hardest thing about them being my friends wasn't the fact that they didn't get along, but the misconception they had of each other is the real problem: Marc thought that being in the Thunderbolts, Bucky was a villain while Bucky thought the system was bad. Marc, Steven and Jake were the villains who shouldn't be with the Avengers, which wasn't entirely real, at least in the eyes of everyone it wasn't.
- Stop there both of you. Listen, I thought you'd be smarter to at least respect each other in front of me, but I see you think with something more than your brain.
The two stare at me as if horns had grown out of me and I keep walking, a minute later, both are back by my side, walking without saying a word.
- Look, I would take your hands with each one of mines, for that I have two hands and I keep it busy - I raise the small bouquet of flowers and the cell phone - and besides, we are in the street. Nice show we would give to all the people here.
- That's solvable - Marc and Bucky take away my flowers and my cell phone, put it in my bag and hold my hand at the same time, watching the other's action out of the corner of their eyes - I don't care what they say, less if that's involve you.
- We already started with the kitsch, be more original Spector.
- And you will continue with the fucking nickname "Doll"?
I let out a sigh as I resign myself to hearing them fight like two children for the last piece of cake on the table and focus on Bucky's delicate grip and the contrast of the metal against my skin or Marc's warmth and security as he approaches me enough as if it will try to protect me from something bad. As if Bucky was "the bad thing" that he should protect me from.
"Well done, Marc. You have just shown our girl that you are the most idiotic being in the universe. You need to mark the space around her and that's it, you are a fucking dog" (Jake)
Jake's voice made Marc click his tongue as he glared at Bucky, who was currently looking to the sides for anyone following them and didn't move away from his girl.
"Jake's right, besides, James isn't a bad guy. You just have to give the opportunity to get to know him" Jake laughed at Steven's words and snorted a phrase, which Steven interpreted as an insult, in Spanish.
"Vete a la mierda, Grant. A few minutes ago you were breathing fire from your mouth when he took her hand. Admit you don't like him and that's it. Déjame a mí arreglar esto." (Jake)
"You won't be able to kill him like you tried to do with Harrow and a single shot"
Marc thought as he focused on the swinging of their linked hands rather than on the new government toy.
- Okay I'm going to say something to both of you - I slam on my brakes causing them to let me go and stand next to each other like two children who are being scolded - I like you both, I adore you and you are very very important to me, but I need you to at least try not to look at each other like you're going to kill yourself as soon as I get back.
- You ask too much, Doll.
- For this time, only this time, I agree with him - Marc indicates to Bucky and Bucky lets out one of those smiles full of arrogance that makes Marc growl in response - Don't push your luck, White Wolf.
- Neither do you, psychopath KFC.
- Hey - They both look at me again and I drop my shoulders in surrender. It is impossible to mediate between these two - Look, if I could, I would be with both of you and it wouldn't bother me because you know how much you….
I fall silent when I see that the mens are silent and looking at me as if I am some kind of gift that they have given to both of them.
- What... what's wrong with you?
- Did you just say you would be with us? Together?
Bucky indicates to Marc and then to him with a look full of surprise and disbelief and I don't understand why.
- Actually, due to Marc's system, I should say with all four, to express myself in the right terms.
- Baby, are you listening to your words?
- What the hell is wrong with you? Are you deaf?
- No, but… - The two look at each other complicitly for a few seconds and when they turn to me, the mischievous sparkle in their eyes makes me aware of my words - What thoughts do you have with us?
Fuck Fuck. Did I just say out loud that I wanted to be with both, at the same time?
I feel the heat start to rise up my neck and settle on my cheeks, as I try to explain that it was just an expression, but the words don't come out. I gasp like a fish but nothing comes out and they both pull away enough to walk over to me and position themselves, Marc behind me and Bucky in front of me.
- No… it's not what I meant, that is, it's not what you understood. And you know it…
- Really, Baby? Because you're very nervous - I feel Marc's breath tickling under my ear and I restrain myself from letting out a sigh that makes me even more ridiculous - What do you say, Barnes?
- I like the color in your cheeks, doll. You look adorable - He come closer enough to caress my face and let his hand fall to my neck, leaving warmth in every place he touches - I think... I could make an exception with you, Spector.
- Me too. We are agree.
- About what…?
- What about this, doll? Think about it - I hear Marc take a step forward and Bucky take another, until his chest almost touches mine. We are in the middle of a street without people, one of those far from the center and I thank God that there is no one else, otherwise I will die of shame or I will want to kill whoever interrupts - What do you think if we fight for who will be with you first?
- James…
- Shh, listen to me and then you tell me - He gets close enough to my ear and lets out a laugh that makes me shiver - Or better yet, let's this thing clear, who will be first inside you....
- No… You are misunderstanding the situation and my words.
I can barely finish my sentence when I feel Marc wrap his arm around my waist and pull me closer to his body, getting as far away from Bucky as possible, and if it wasn't for the bag, I'd be right on top of him.
- And if we misinterpreting your words... why haven't you left yet?
I remain silent as I close my eyes and subconsciously admit that my mind is in a short moment that I will not be able to get out of. The dreams I've had with them flash through my head in a second and my breath quickens.
- Marc…
- Let us take care of you, baby. We can get along in this aspect. And not fight over who is first with you when…
- ... We can be with you at the same time - I let out a sigh as soon as I hear Bucky finish Marc's sentence and I know that, if I don't do something, I won't be able to get out of it with all my heart - Say yes, doll.
- Say what do you want from us and we will do anything for you.
- That's all?
- Whatever you want, is yours, that includes us.
I move away quickly and feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest at the turn of the conversation. I see them both agitated, somewhat disturbed and surprised by my behavior, but still, I feel that I could not live without the other.
- I'll say yes when you both get along - I admit pointing at them and move further away, walking back to back - I don't want that you to be friends, but you have to work as a team with me.
- Then... - The two looked at each other with a smile as I saw that Marc's suit began to appear, his gray cape moved according to the breeze and his mask did not appear, making me notice the white gleam of the full moon in his eyes and Bucky opened the jacket as if he needed freedom of movement - Run, Doll.
Oh oh. They would work as a team, to catch me.
- Because once we get to you, you will have no escape from us.
Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of bad days. Thoughts. Marc's POV. Mentions of Steven. Mentions of Layla. Post!Moon Knight. Insecurities.
Author's Note: Hello Everybody again!!!
I'm sorry about being out of Tumblr all this time, but my exams don't let me some rest. Just today I'm free and for a few days.
And I was having a writer block. I have a lot of ideas but the inspiration wasn't there. I hope you understand me.
So, sorry again. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
But, I'm here with another fic with one of my beloved Moon Boys. So I hope so so much that this fic likes you, that enjoy your reading and thanks all the likes and reblogs, and welcome to my new followers!
XOXO Noe! 😘
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It's just another friday
staring at herself in the bathroom mirror...
I watch her get ready in our room and I can't help but laugh. She hurries through her clothes for something to wear, but she still doesn't realize that to me, she always looks amazing in whatever she's wearing: Whether she's wearing teddy bear leggings, her work uniform, or those blue bunny pajamas she wears when she is on her period.
She is always beautiful to me.
I lean against the bathroom door frame as she walks past me blowing a kiss in the air and I carefully watch her movements as if it's something I want to learn.
And in fact, I want to learn.
I want to learn to have that delicacy that she has every time she caresses my hair when I come back from one of those nights that I want to forget, making me think only that she is in front of me and nothing else exists.
In conveying emotions like those worried eyes that I know very well suffer every time she sees us leave.
In the brightness they have when she see me enter our apartment crawling towards their side, in that horrible armchair where they wait for me awake every night, reading a book, listening to the radio with their headphones on or dozing, where I know that I have my safe place dropping to my knees in front of her with my head resting on her lap as she mumbles words I catch in breaths about a hot shower, microwaved food, and a "I'm glad you're here" that just makes me thank heaven, every second I breathe, for that moment when Steven decided to use his daily ration of courage to say that simple "Hello" to her at the bus stop on his way to work.
I want to capture a little of that softness with which she slips out of my arms as she smiles at me and indicates with a mischievous, teasing gleam the bathroom, where she is now putting on her makeup as if it were a work of art that she must not ruin in front of the mirror.
She frowns as she searches through the 10 or so lipsticks she has in her little blue bag and I get close enough to grab the red lipstick that's on our bedside table and hand it to her with a smile.
If there is something that I consider my weakness is to see her with that lipstick.
Damn, if she looks hot without any makeup, that lipstick is my downfall.
I even found myself searching the internet in the middle of the night while she slept how to buy the damn company or at least patent the color so it would only be made for her.
- Marc?
She avoids looking at me as she takes the lipstick from my hands because she knows what goes through my head when I see her wearing it.
She knows very well that the only thing my primitive instinct thinks about is not letting her out of these four walls and deep inside of me, in reality I only think about excluding her from a world that I feel can and will try to take her away from me.
- Umm? - I watch her turn as she swipes her lipstick in front of my face getting my attention.
- Are you okay? - I focus on her voice as I hear Steven complain that I don't answer her question and that I sure look like an idiot staring at her.
But I can't do anything else but look at her, look at her with the hope that her image will be engraved in my head and erase the vast majority of thoughts that don't let me rest at night, like the sight of my hands covered in blood every time that I come home and try to clean up so she doesn't notice it enough to freak out, or the fact that I'd like to tell her that it was a quiet night and that I only saved people without taking anyone's life, but we both know which is not so.
It is very difficult to have a quiet night with Khonshu at our backs.
- Marc? You worry me.
I shake my head without answering her questions as if it's enough for that sad and fleeting look to disappear from her eyes, but I am distracted by them, by those rosy cheeks that make me smile every time I remember how she blushes when I whisper things to her inappropriate to the ear when passing by her.
- I'm good, baby.
- Are you serious? - She turns as she leans the same way I do on the other side of the door and our lips are inches apart. I close my eyes losing myself in that aroma of strawberries that her lipstick gives off and the notes of that Arabic perfume that she loves so much. Those little details stick in my head every time I'm away from her. When I open them again, she looks at me curiously, with a hint of mistrust at my words and a sigh trapped between her lips.
I close the distance between us and give him a short kiss before my thoughts become responsible for my actions. As always, she blushes and shakes her head, accepting that I don't want to talk about whatever is on my mind.
That's my way of saying "Not today" and she silently denies my "seductive" way of ending or avoiding a conversation that may be uncomfortable and, for sure, painful for both of us.
She gives me my space and intrudes on it when I need it most and I can't bring myself to say it out loud.
She's my light at the end of my dark road.
It was from the first day I saw her myself, standing in that bookstore, looking at the window full of copies of different colors, themes and sizes with as much admiration as if they were candy that a child is dying to devour, looking for perhaps, the next reading that would invade her thoughts or that, perhaps, would take her away from this world.
And she is not even aware that she takes me away from the torments of my world.
- Will you go like this?
Her question brings me back to the here and now, and I can't help but sigh seeing her in that beautiful red dress she bought weeks ago at Layla's encouragement and only tried on once in front of Steven, who ended up cursing several times when he should have left. to work. I never agreed with him so much on anything.
I even heard Jake's annoyed mutterings in Spanish about "Trabajo del demonio" and suggesting we stay with her.
He was so right that it didn't bother me to tell him about it.
But Steven and his dream job was something that we were forbidden to screw up. Even if Steven wanted to do it.
- You look… Wow. You look so beautiful baby.
- Thanks, Spector - She smiles at me as she walks over to the mirror and takes the little moon charm I gave her for our first anniversary and holds it out for me to put on. As I did so I touch her neck and I hear her release a sigh that does nothing but affect my little self-control - You know I love you but you didn't make me dress like that for you to go with something so simple.
- If you want, you can go only with one of my t-shirts and you will be amazing. It doesn't bother me, even that would tell whoever looks that you're only mine.
- You and your possessiveness - she turns and takes my hand while she pulls me towards the closet and I let myself go as if I wanted to fulfill each of the desires that go through her head - That one I love so much.
- Don't give me ideas.
We both laugh and as soon as she turns around, I summon the Mr. Knight suit while asking Steven not to make a big deal out of it and lend it to me just for tonight.
I know she has a soft spot for that suit, and honestly, I grew to appreciate it over time.
- Is that good for you, baby?
- I won't tell you what to wear because practically what you wear looks good on you, but you should try wearing a white shirt… - Silence. A deep silence of those you feel when someone is speechless, amazed or distracted. I lean against one of the bedposts while the woman in my thoughts is looking at me like she's some kind of candy that she wants to devour. For a moment her eyes sparkle and she bites her lip in an unconscious act that wreaks havoc on my insides. She likes what she sees, but deep down I know she likes the idea of me wearing it and not Steven - Oh...
That's the answer I expected.
It is always a very good sign leave her speechless. Therefore, the velvet box that I carry in my pocket will also leave her speechless.
- Marc….
Her breathing is just as agitated as mine, but I know that if I approach responding at my name made a plea coming out of her lips, there will be no dinner, no plans, or anything that this outing implies.
God, I love her so much that I forget the most primitive thought about myself.
- We have…?
- Yes baby. We have to go to that dinner - She shakes her head as she walks over and grabs both lapels of my vest until she pushes me against the nearest wall like she has all the strength in the universe. I give her a mischievous smile as I wrap my arms around her and pull her close enough so that there isn't the slightest distance between our bodies, which are connecting in the right parts. Fucking God. I hate to do the "Good Boy thing's" - Listen to me, today I want to show you off. I want every man on this fucking planet to know that you're with me. That you are mine, that I own your laughter as well as your moans. Let them know that only I am for you and that nothing, and no one, will take me away from you. You've heard?
- It's okay. But it surprises me since you usually don't want to go out once you get deep into these topics, you know what I mean.
I let out a laugh as I turn around listening to her screams as I corner her in the place where she was before and she sees me with the only expression I hope to imitate until the day I die: Love.
- Marc?
- huh?
- I love you.
- And I love you, baby - He puts his arms around my neck and hugs me as if we hadn't seen each other in a long time. And for a moment, I hold back the urge to cry.
"Thank you Steven for talking to her that day"
"I knew I had to do it, it was the right one for her and I couldn't let her go. Go and make sure she accepts our proposal, it's the most important thing now"
- Do you want to share with me what makes you smile?
I turn my attention back to her smiling and simply nod in her direction.
- You. And Steven too.
We both laugh as I pull away enough to pick up her small bag and extend my hand to her, which she takes without hesitation, making me feel like gravity doesn't affect me and I'm tied only to her.
- We go?
- Of course. Will you at least tell me where we're going?
Prompt: A game of 20 questions that ends with “Can I kiss you?”
Requested By: @spuffyfan394 (mystery prompt)
Plot: Y/n has a crush on Spock, and avoids him because of it. Spock has a crush on Y/n, but does not acknowledge it. After being exposed to unusual spores on a planet, you and Spock get placed in quarantine together. So, to pass the time, you decide to play a good old game of 20 Questions to learn more about each other. But, the classic game, seems to reveal more than expected.
Pairing: Spock (Disco/SNW) x GN!Reader
Warnings: Length? This is quite a long one lol. Also this is my first time writing for Disco/SNW Spock, so it might be slightly ooc.
Words: 3.7k
Note: I have yet to watch Strange New Worlds, but this does take place on the Enterprise.
General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo
Star Trek Taglist: @starfleetimagines, @resplendentlady (idk your new url) -- (let me know if you don't want to be included in the Discovery or Strange New Worlds tag)
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You tried to keep your eyes straight ahead, or on the scanner, but you always found them wandering back to Spock as he walked in front of you. It would be so much easier if it wasn't just the two of you. If he had insisted on someone else coming along. Or just someone other than you.
When you had been told Spock wanted you to come with him down to the planet, you feared you would panic. You didn't think he would ever invite you on a mission, let alone acknowledge your training. Which, he seemed to know a remarkable amount about.
Once you arrived in the transporter room, you expected others as well. But you were met only by Lt. Commander Spock, to beam down with, and the Captain to see you off. You wanted to ask why, but you always found yourself somewhat speechless in Spock's presence, much to your own annoyance.
How could you form a crush on him without having had a conversation longer than a few sentences?
Maybe it was the way he seemed to know everything. Intelligence was sexy after all.
Plus, his voice, his voice seemed to send a chill up your spine whenever you heard it.
Or maybe it was the way that bits of his human side wold come through when he spoke to the Captain or Number One. The way he would raise one brown at a joke he did not understand. Or the way he would try to make a joke that only some could understand.
Being so lost in your thoughts, you missed when Spock looked back at you. He could tell you were lost in thought by the familiar look on your face. He often saw it when he would look at you on the bridge. You always seemed to be thinking about something, your mind never empty or calm, at least when you were working. Perhaps you were much more serene when you were off duty.
Being honest with himself, you intrigued him. You were one of the smartest officers on the Enterprise, but you never tried to prove yourself, or make yourself known.
You seemed to be burdened by heavy emotion, as he would sometimes catch you, when you think no one is looking, and he could see it all over you. But the second you know someone is looking, or the second you are needed, you can shut it away. Much like a Vulcan in some respects.
You were selfless and often put others burdens before yourself. He had heard many officers talking about ways you've helped them, or how you've put yourself in harms way to save them. He even saw it for himself once. And he admired you for that.
In a more human way than he was expecting, he found himself drawn to you. He would find his eyes wandering to you on the bridge. Or he would always pick up on your voice in the room. It was so much nicer to listen to that others. But he almost never heard it in close proximity. And when he did, he could never seem to tear his eyes away from you.
That was something that confused him, even troubled him in a way. When he would see you with others on board, you were all smiles and conversation. But the second you were with Spock, you were quiet, stoic, and barely ever spoke.
Did he intimidate you? Did you think he would chastise you for your usual demeanor? Did you hate him? Or, perhaps, did he make you nervous in another way?
"Uhm, Commander Spock?"
Spock halted in his steps at the sound of your voice and turned back to face you. You had stopped a ways back, and had a confused look on your face.
"Yes Lieutenant?"
"Isn't the signal coming from this way?" You asked as you pointed to the left of you.
Looking down at his own scanner, he realized that he had gotten so lost in thought that he had not been paying attention. Walking back towards you, he met your eyes. "You are correct. I apologize, I seemed to be lost in thought."
You just smiled at him and stepped away, signalling that he was to go ahead of you. His eyes lingered on you for a moment before he began to head towards the signal. It was close now, he needed to focus. He could think about you later.
You both came to a stop when you saw in front of you, a large field of big orange bulbs, that appeared to be flowers. The two of you looked at your scanned and back at the plants.
"The unusual signal we traced does seem to be coming from these plants" Spock said as he took a step closer.
"They don't appear to be dangerous, but it's hard to say, since the signal is unknown to us." you noted. "But what about them could be sending a signal so strong you can see it from orbit?"
"A good question indeed. Perhaps we should take a sample back to The Enterprise."
You nodded, as you reached into your bag and pulled out a small blade. Spock rose one brow as he saw this and you stared at him for a moment.
"What?"
He tilted his head lightly. "Do you always carry a blade with you?"
You paused awkwardly for a moment. "Yes?"
You saw his lip quirk slightly, in what you could only say was an almost smile. Even if it wasn't a full smile, it still made your blood rush.
Reaching towards the plant cautiously, you placed the blade at the stock and began to cut. As the whole plant seemed to move, you jumped back in alarm.
Spock stared in surprise as the flower seemed to lurch in reaction to your blade, before the leaves slowly started to unravel.
"I think I...hurt it." You said softly, guilt easily heard in your tone.
As the large bloom opened fully, you were taken aback at how beautiful it was. The inside was an array or oranges, reds and blacks. But your eyes were suddenly drawn to the center of the flower as a hole of some kind opened up. Suddenly a thick cloud of pollen was fired out, coating you and Spock.
You both tumbled back and covered your faces, coughing as you struggled to breathe.
"A defense mechanism." You coughed out.
Spock tapped his communicator. "Lt Commander Spock to Enterprise."
"Spock this is Captain Pike, what's going on down there? Your vital signs are spiking."
Spock shook his head as he grew dizzy. Looking over at you, he noticed you were leaning over, with your hands on your thighs as you tried to stay steady.
"The signal was coming from some sort of large flowering plant. We attempted to take a sample but it reacted in defense. We were hit with what seemed to be a large cloud of pollen, but now- now we are feeling affects of debilitation."
"Alright, get ready to be transported back."
"No!" You voice broke in, and Spock looked over at you. "My scans are showing signs of contagious toxin. If you bring us on board the pollen might effect anyone around us."
Spock looked at his scanner. "Lieutenant L/N is right Captain."
"Okay, then prepare for decontamination and quarantine protocols."
You and Spock locked eyes as you both swayed on your feet. Looking back down at the ground you sighed.
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You looked around the empty room, it's bright lights shining down on you. Spock sat on a bench nearby, watching you. You felt goosebumps cover your arms as you realized this. It was hard for you to speak to Spock, your shyness around him making it so. But being in quarantine with him, alone and in complete silence was worse.
Purposefully looking around the barren room you finally spoke, somewhat alarmed at how loud your voice seemed in the empty room.
"Why do they keep these rooms so empty? Wouldn't you want to distract a patient from the thoughts that would be going through their minds in this sort of situation?"
Looking over at Spock, you saw him consider this as he looked around the room. Opening his mouth, you saw him hesitate for a second. "I- I do not know." His eyes met yours. "Logic would suggest the colors and silence in the room would be soothing."
You frowned and rose a brow. "Really? I feel like I'd go crazy in here after a while."
"Your argument does make sense as well. I am unsure as to why the room is so vacant."
"I mean, you'd think there would at least be books or something." You said as you walked to one side of the room. "It feels more like solitary confinement."
"Perhaps this is something you could bring up to the Doctor once we are released."
"Maybe I will." You said with a hint of agreement.
Spock watched you for another moment as you walked slowly to the nearby bed and sat down. You looked down at your feet, and tapped yours fingers rhythmically on the bed.
"I believe that was the longest conversation we have had during our acquaintance."
He watched as a small smile spread across your face, and you slowly looked over at him. "I think it was too."
"We have been on the same ship for quite a while, and even crossed paths at the academy."
He saw the way your eyes widened a bit. "I- I didn't realize you had noticed me. At the academy, I mean."
"I did. You often had the highest marks in many of your classes."
You repressed a smile and shrugged your shoulder as you leaned back and looked up at the cieling. "You were often the only person I couldn't do better than. Not that I ever expected too."
Spock watched you for a moment. "I would like to know more about you."
He saw the way you seemed to freeze, your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes widened for a second and you seemed speechless. After a moment you looked over at him. "You do?"
He nodded once.
Your heart was hammering in your chest. You never expected him to show any interest in you before, but now this was almost overwhelming. "Well, uh, what do you want to know?"
He thought to himself for a moment before he spoke. "I am unsure. Anything really."
You opened your mouth and found that you were unsure of what to say. Thinking back to your time at the academy, and how you got to know your roommate you turned towards Spock.
"How about a game of twenty questions?"
You watched as he rose one brow and tilted his head a bit. "I do not know that game."
"Well, there are technically two versions of the game. The original is one person thinks of an object, and the other player, or players, has twenty questions they can ask to narrow it down and guess it. But, there is another version, in which two people ask twenty questions, ten each in this case, about the other person, to get to know them."
Spock thought it over for a moment before he rose suddenly. You watched him as he walked over to you and sat down on the bed beside you, much closer than you had expected.
Meeting your eyes, he nodded once. "I would like to play."
Your breath was shallow as you adjusted yourself, unsure if you should move away or not. "Alright, I'll go first. Uhm..."
What did you want to know about him? Everything. But where should you start? Are there things he would find offensive? Things that might trigger bad memories? You decided to just start out simple.
"Alright. Question one, what is your favorite thing about Vulcan?"
Spock tilted his head as he thought about what you asked. Looking to the floor, and back to you, he spoke calmly. "I have always been fond of the warm colors that stretch across Vulcan during the evening."
"You like the sunsets?"
He looked back at you and nodded softly. "Yes. Is that odd?"
You shook your head. "No, no I love sunsets too."
Spock seemed lost in thought for a moment as he stared at you. Clearing your throat lightly you spoke softly. It's your turn now."
"Oh, yes." He looked down at his feet for a moment, and then back at you. "Why did you join Star Fleet?"
"Oh, well. It kind of ran in the family for a long time, before, well, before it didn't. My father was the first to break tradition, he never liked the idea of Star Fleet, I never really understood why. But, I always adored the idea of it. Especially after the stories I heard from my grandparents. Once I was old enough, I decided to go to the academy, even though my father did not approve. He doesn't talk to me much anymore, but my grandparents do." You smiled softly before you looked over at him and frowned a bit. "Was that an answer?" You almost laughed.
He smiled softly. "Yes, I believe I understood, and related in some ways."
You knew of Spock's decision to go to star fleet academy instead of the Vulcan science academy. And how it went against his father's ideals for him. You figured he would not want you to press on the topic. Fiddling with your fingers a bit, you thought of another question.
"Question three, why Science instead of any other division?"
"It seemed logical, as science has always been easy for me to comprehend, and...in many ways, enjoy." Before you could respond, Spock straightened up a bit. "I believe I have my next question."
You nodded in encouragement, and he spoke slowly. "Question Four. Do I intimidate you?"
You blinked in surprise and stared agape at him for a moment before you finally spoke. "I...can you ellaborate?"
"You never seem to be...comfortable around me, so I was wondering it there was a reason."
You felt a small wave of guilt wash over you. "Oh. Well...in some ways, yes. But in no way negatively. I mean, you were always above me at the academy, your intelligence and work ethic is much stronger than mine, so in some ways yes, you do intimidate me. But...I'm not uncomfortable around you, I just, didn't think you'd like me...I guess."
"I would ask you why you think that, but it is not my turn for a question."
You blinked before letting out a small laugh. "Alright, um, question five. I'm sorry that I made you think you made me uncomfortable. Can you forgive me?"
A small smile crossed his face briefly before he spoke. "I can, and do forgive you."
You smiled at him, and waited for him to speak again.
"Why did you think I would not like you?"
You let out a soft sigh. "I...don't have a great track record with Vulcan's. I think I annoy them, sometimes. I ask a lot of questions, and question a lot of their answers. So, I guess I just assumed that, like them, you would not really enjoy my company."
"I think questioning is the best way to learn. I do know that many Vulcan's do not wish to be questioned, or challenged, I have met the same problem during my life on Vulcan. So I believe, that is simply another thing we have in common. And, as to clear the air. I do like you."
You felt your heart palpitate, and your ears burn hot. Ignoring it you smiled at him. "Well, I will also add to the record, that I like you too."
Yours and Spock's eyes seemed to lock steadily for a moment as some form of tension began to build between you. Looking away, you stood up, and cleared your throat. You could feel your anxiety rising, as the tension in the room grew thick. You walked around the small area of the room.
"Alright, question seven. Why did you ask for me specifically to come down to the planet with you instead of another officer?"
"I believed you to be the most competent in the situation. On a previous mission in which we encountered an unusual signal, you were the first to figure out what it was. I thought perhaps this time, you could do the same again."
"Oh. Yeah, okay, that makes sense. Though, it proved to be wrong, as I have no idea how a plant can do that."
"Nor do I." He added. "Though, I would not doubt that you might have figured it out it we had more time, and were not in this situation."
You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. "I appreciate the confidence in my abilities."
He nodded his head lightly in recognition before he suddenly stood up. You felt a small jolt as he did so, uncertain as to what he was going to do.
"Question eight. Why do you not display your abilities more often on The Enterprise? I believe you are one of the smartest officers on board, and more competent than most, yet you do not often express it except in times of need."
You shrugged a bit. "I'm not very fond of show-offs. Nor do I wish to play a game of who's the best when on bridge. It's not a competition to me."
"That is logical reasoning, though I would not be afraid to show off a bit in the future. You deserve to be recognized for your abilities."
"How is it you recognize them so easily?" You asked quickly, catching yourself off guard.
Spock approached you, and you felt your stomach clench. "That is your next question?"
"Yeah, I guess it is."
"I recognize them, because I notice you. Question ten, you were offered a position on another, more capable ship when you graduated the academy, why did you choose the Enterprise?"
You were thrown off by his comment leading so quickly into another question. "Because I didn't like the Captain, he was a bigoted war-lover. What do you mean you notice me?"
"I notice you because you stand out, even when you think no one see's you. Question twelve, there was another reason other than intimidation that causes you to avoid me, what is it?"
"I don't avoid you."
"Yes you do."
"I- I don't mean too."
He titled his head lightly. "But you do."
You felt as though you were being interrogated, but you were not afraid. "You make me nervous" You finally admitted.
"Why?"
"Not your turn." You countered and you saw his eyes seem to widen, as his lip curved up slightly. "Question thirteen, why is it so important to you that you know me?"
His eyes darted around your face for a moment before he spoke. "Because you intrigue me."
"Wh-" you stopped yourself before you finished, deciding to wait for your next question.
"Why do I make you nervous?" He asked again, his eyes almost burning into you.
Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you felt as though you might blow over with one stiff breeze. The tension between you and Spock was thick, and he seemed to get closer and closer with every question he asked.
"I think it may be because of the same reason I intrigue you."
He tilted his head to the side as he seemed to study your face. "And yet neither of us seem able to say it aloud."
"Why do you think that is?"
"Because it is logical to be afraid that one of us is mistaken, in thinking we know what the other is feeling." Your eyes were locked again, and neither of you had the will to look away. Spock took a small step closer as he spoke. "Do you have feelings for me Y/n?"
You seemed almost stuck in a trance as his eyes bored into yours. His voice was steady, and deep, and seemed to pull the truth out of you, as you mumbled a soft "Yes." Your breath was unsteady, and your voice soft. "So, was I mistaken?"
He softly shook his head "No." His eyes finally broke from yours as he looked at your lips. Meeting your eyes again, he leaned in closer to you, his face only a few inches away. "I believe we are on question eighteen of our game."
You nodded softly as you watched his eyes darted between your eyes and lips again.
"If I asked you, if I could kiss you. Would you say yes?"
You took a short breath, as you began to feel almost delirious. Was this a dream?
Your voice was soft, just above a whisper "Yes." This time your eyes darted from his eyes to his lips. "Are you going to ask if you can kiss me?"
As Spock inched a little closer, his lips almost brushing yours, he spoke "Yes". His nose brushed yours lightly, as he spoke his final question, his lips just touching yours as he spoke "Can I kiss you?"
You nodded your head almost unnoticeablely, as you whispered out a soft "Yes."
The word barely left your mouth before his lips were pressed against yours. You did not realize you were standing near the wall until your back was pressed against it as he deepened the kiss. One hand was cupping your face, as the other grabbed your waist. You pressed your hands against his chest and grabbed the fabric, before you brought one hand up to his neck, as you leaned into the kiss.
You seemed to get lost in each other, time passing without you really realizing. As you heard the room comm come on, and the Doctors voice echo through the room.
"Good news guys, you'll be out of their shortly. We only have one more test result to wait for."
"Thank you Doctor." Spock said almost breathlessly as he was still holding you close, his forehead pressed against yours and his eyes staring into yours.
"You guys need anything?"
"No. I believe we are quite content."
You smiled at this comment, as Spock gently caressed your cheek with his thumb. "I did not believe I would ever enjoy being in quarantine."
You let out a soft laugh. "Neither did I."
Spock pulled you into another deep, yet brief kiss. When he pulled away he smiled softly at you. "I apologize I took so long to make my feelings known."
"And I'm sorry I avoided you because of mine."
"I believe your game of twenty questions seemed to prove quite fruitful."
"Yes," you chuckled "I believe it did."
xx End xx
I had trouble finding a place to end this without it being left off awkwardly, but I hope you liked it! I know it was pretty long and a bit of a slow-burn lol.
Character: Jake Lockley (Mostly) / Steven Grant (Mentions of Marc Spector)
Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector x Fem!Reader x Jake Lockley
Mentions: DID
Inspired by: One Crazy idea and Moon Knight Comics
Warnings ⚠️: Nothing. Fun. So So Fun. Spicy talking. Mentions of sex. Fluff. Domestic things. Established relationship. Post!Moon Knight!
Author's Note: Hi everyone. I Hope you're doing well!!!
I'm so sorry for my absence but I'm trying to save the semester of the university and I hardly have time to write.
I'm going to be honest with all of you, I have at least 19 ideas in my drive, and this is one that I finished a little while ago.
How was this fic born? Easy, we were talking with my mom about Moon Knight especially our Moon boy Jake and the subject of the "mustache" in the comics, and came up and a comment led to another thing that ended in my crazy idea that Jake has a drawer with fake mustaches like Marge Simpson has a drawer full of replacement collars.
In addition to my laughter every time I remember it and since I can't make a meme, I wrote it 🤭
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- Love, do you want to help me look for the keys? - Steven's voice full of uncertainty reaches me from the kitchen. I know from the tone of his voice that he must be frowning and most likely Marc is complaining in his head. I go out to meet him and I see him looking in the armchairs, on the small counter of his kitchen and as soon as I pass by his side, I give him a kiss on the cheek before walking away towards one of his many libraries .
I look at the pyramid-shaped clock on one side and it tells me it's 8:30.
The time that Steven should be on the bus.
- Donna will kill me.
- She won't because she's not your boss anymore, darling. Don't forget - I walk past him as I stroke his shoulders and hear his sigh at the delicacy of my touch - Now you're the best tour guide in the museum, so Donna can go and ruin another's life now.
- Did I tell you today that I love you? -I laugh as soon as I feel his arms around my waist, bringing me close enough so that there is no space between our bodies while I feel his lips leave a kiss against my neck - If I didn't, I love you.
I blush at his words and move as I pull away and gaze scan the apartment.
Steven had become even more confident since we started dating, helped in part by Marc and Jake, but it was easier for him to express his emotions since that "I love you" that slipped out after our first anniversary as a couple and he found that I hadn't ran away from him.
- You always say it like I'm going to forget it.
- I always have to remind you - I hear his laugh from the other side of the apartment, more specifically in our room and I roll my eyes. Another characteristic that had become more evident in Steven was an overconfidence that increased when he was Mr. Knight, but that was my guilty pleasure to see - No trace of them, right?
- Before you continue looking, why don't you use mine? - The silence made me raise my head and as soon as I take my bag to look for them, I can't find them - They're the ones we're looking for, right?
- I don't know where I left mine, love. Maybe I dropped them in the street or in a fight... I don't know.
- You and your clueless Egyptian head - I shake my head as I search through his books, the kitchen cupboards and even the bathroom, but there is no trace of even the little elephant that he has as a keychain - Didn't you leave them in the drawer of the bedside table's light? Where are the rubik's cubes?
- If they're there, I didn't see it.
I walk quickly towards the small table while Steven returns to the kitchen checking Gus's fish tank on his way and I check his drawer, but I only find a book, his perfume, three rubik's cubes and one of them broken, I imagine product of the lack of patience of Marc or Jake's anger, and various crossword puzzles.
The other drawer belongs to Jake because he has one of those guns with a silencer that only he can have next to his bed without looking like something crazy and macabre together with that brown beret that he loves so much, and I barely open the last drawer of the bedside table from Steven, which theoretically belongs to Marc and I see its contents, I refrain from bursting out laughing.
Am I hallucinating or that what I see there are fake mustaches?
I turn to Steven who mutters something about having left it on a book, that this here is like looking for a needle in a haystack and I try not to imagine myself with one of those little artifacts, if I can call it that.
I try to say something but all I can do is let out a giggle, which gets Steven's attention and he turns and walks over to where I'm standing.
- Love, tell me you found them or I'll be late… - I turn without saying a word with one of the little "whiskers" in my hand, containing my desire to laugh as best I can and Steven sees it as if he had a cockroach in my hand -... Are those...? That's not mine.
- Are you sure? - I move away while I open the drawer and I can not contain the desire to laugh anymore as soon as I see his face as surprised as mine was sure when I opened the drawer the first time seeing the exaggerated amount of mustaches in it, which remind me of the tribbles from Star Trek or the Gremlins, that if I throw water at them after midnight, they will multiply even more - Because this says something else.
- Are you used to wearing a mustache now, Marc? Is it some kind of sexual fantasy or what?! - Steven's voice sounds terrified and I let out a laugh that catches his attention. My stomach hurts from laughing so much and even more from imagining that either of them are walking around with one of these as the most natural thing in the universe.
- Stop laughing at me, muñequita.
Jake's cold, serious tone doesn't stop my laughter, but it makes it even more uncontrollable knowing that he owns the drawer.
- I'm sorry is that…. - I take a deep breath while I feel that the heat takes over my face and not because of the annoying and penetrating look of him - It's just that...
- Keep laughing, muñequita. Keep doing ot, then I'm going to laugh when I take care of you and you can't walk for a week after I get tired of making you mine.
I laugh again without paying too much attention to his words that cause heat to spread throughout my body and I look at the drawer again, which reminds me for a moment of Marge Simpson's dresser drawer with its thousands of pearls necklaces, and I glance at Jake, who looks at me like he wants to scream in anger.
- Why? - It's the only word I manage to get out of my lips in its entirety, without being interrupted by a laugh or a smile.
- It's my alibi so they don't recognize me - I remain silent as I sit on the edge of our bed and I feel that the desire to laugh begins to lessen a little, but as soon as his image with his "alibi" appears in my head, my poor attempts fail miserably - Tell me you're not serious, Jake.
- I'm very serious, muñeca.
- Is your alibi a drawer full of fake mustaches? - I laugh again that makes his eyes narrow and look at me as if he could stop my teasing with a single look, while my eyes fill with tears blurring his image. If I continue like this, I'll have a fit from laughing so much - Can I tell you something? I always thought the mustache would look horrible on you... it doesn't go with your handsome face. And this confirms it.
I extend my mustache in his direction until it is level with his lips and I laugh again as I confirm my theory: I don't like the way it looks on him at all. They make it look older and very, very fake. I let out a giggle that does nothing but annoy him and Jake takes a few steps closer while running his tongue over his lips, as if savoring a thought that only he knows and looks around me, more precisely at the Steven shirt that i'm wearing and the bed.
- Have I stopped being your personal clown, mí amor?
The tone of his voice drops several decibels and his voice with that Spanish accent causes several chills in my body, which seems not to react to my actions.
My God, forgive me but it is too hot to hear him speak in Spanish.
- Forgive me darling, but it is difficult for you to stop being so every time I see you and remember this.
Jake peers at the clock, weighing his options without even saying a word, he cheekily looks me up and down like I'm a dessert he's going to take his time eating, then looks back at the clock on the wall with a sigh. He weighs heavily as, noticeably resigned, he grabs Steven's bag from the small chair as he walks to the door and yanks the door handle with a bang, popping the lock out of the door as if it were paper, then pulling out the keys from one of the small drawers located on the large shelf next to the door.
How is that…?
- You save yourself from the fact that Steven will be late for work - He mutters as if he were holding back the desire to close the door and keep his promise, but Steven's work was important to him, as it is to everyone - If it weren't for that, and because this is his life's work, I'd have you screaming for mercy under me, muñequita.
I hold back a groan as he pulls his legs up onto the bed, listening to his breathing get heavier even though he separates us several feet from each other.
- I'm sorry Lockley. Or should I say…
He shakes his head as he falls silent for a second and then smiles, that mischievous, cynical smile he only has when he's about to get into one of his "mischief."
And by his "mischief", I mean what he'll do to me when he gets home from work.
- Don't you dare, mí amor - He approaches so fast that I can't escape from his hands and he is fast enough to immobilize me in bed, while I feel his warm breath in my ear - I want you to think about this, that when I return tonight you won't run away from me. I'll be the one to have fun with you - He holds my hands with one of his while the other goes down until he puts it under Steven's shirt and gently touches my stomach, drawing small circles - I'll make you scream so much that I'll forget about your laughter and your teasing, muñequita.
- You will not do it. They will defend me from you - I make fun of him but something in his eyes changes and I guess his plans just by looking at him - Oh...
- That's it, amor. You need to understand that tonight, Steven and Marc are on my side - He pulls away from me not before pressing his lips against mine and I barely want to pull him into my arms, he walks away laughing - Who's having fun now?
- Both of us? Don't you like that I had a little bit of fun with you?
- Of course, I love that you have fun but not at my expense - I let out another laugh as I look at the drawer and I see him shake his head as he walks towards the door - You're not safe from me tonight, hermosa. Don't forget it.
This is- this is- *Huffs a frustrated laugh groan, one of those ones that you only can have when you write and have read the best thing ever and couldn’t possibly add to the same sphere because all you need exists in this fic* This is sheer perfection.
Character: Jake Lockley (Mostly) / Steven Grant (Mentions of Marc Spector)
Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector x Fem!Reader x Jake Lockley
Mentions: DID
Inspired by: One Crazy idea and Moon Knight Comics
Warnings ⚠️: Nothing. Fun. So So Fun. Spicy talking. Mentions of sex. Fluff. Domestic things. Established relationship. Post!Moon Knight!
Author's Note: Hi everyone. I Hope you're doing well!!!
I'm so sorry for my absence but I'm trying to save the semester of the university and I hardly have time to write.
I'm going to be honest with all of you, I have at least 19 ideas in my drive, and this is one that I finished a little while ago.
How was this fic born? Easy, we were talking with my mom about Moon Knight especially our Moon boy Jake and the subject of the "mustache" in the comics, and came up and a comment led to another thing that ended in my crazy idea that Jake has a drawer with fake mustaches like Marge Simpson has a drawer full of replacement collars.
In addition to my laughter every time I remember it and since I can't make a meme, I wrote it 🤭
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- Love, do you want to help me look for the keys? - Steven's voice full of uncertainty reaches me from the kitchen. I know from the tone of his voice that he must be frowning and most likely Marc is complaining in his head. I go out to meet him and I see him looking in the armchairs, on the small counter of his kitchen and as soon as I pass by his side, I give him a kiss on the cheek before walking away towards one of his many libraries .
I look at the pyramid-shaped clock on one side and it tells me it's 8:30.
The time that Steven should be on the bus.
- Donna will kill me.
- She won't because she's not your boss anymore, darling. Don't forget - I walk past him as I stroke his shoulders and hear his sigh at the delicacy of my touch - Now you're the best tour guide in the museum, so Donna can go and ruin another's life now.
- Did I tell you today that I love you? -I laugh as soon as I feel his arms around my waist, bringing me close enough so that there is no space between our bodies while I feel his lips leave a kiss against my neck - If I didn't, I love you.
I blush at his words and move as I pull away and gaze scan the apartment.
Steven had become even more confident since we started dating, helped in part by Marc and Jake, but it was easier for him to express his emotions since that "I love you" that slipped out after our first anniversary as a couple and he found that I hadn't ran away from him.
- You always say it like I'm going to forget it.
- I always have to remind you - I hear his laugh from the other side of the apartment, more specifically in our room and I roll my eyes. Another characteristic that had become more evident in Steven was an overconfidence that increased when he was Mr. Knight, but that was my guilty pleasure to see - No trace of them, right?
- Before you continue looking, why don't you use mine? - The silence made me raise my head and as soon as I take my bag to look for them, I can't find them - They're the ones we're looking for, right?
- I don't know where I left mine, love. Maybe I dropped them in the street or in a fight... I don't know.
- You and your clueless Egyptian head - I shake my head as I search through his books, the kitchen cupboards and even the bathroom, but there is no trace of even the little elephant that he has as a keychain - Didn't you leave them in the drawer of the bedside table's light? Where are the rubik's cubes?
- If they're there, I didn't see it.
I walk quickly towards the small table while Steven returns to the kitchen checking Gus's fish tank on his way and I check his drawer, but I only find a book, his perfume, three rubik's cubes and one of them broken, I imagine product of the lack of patience of Marc or Jake's anger, and various crossword puzzles.
The other drawer belongs to Jake because he has one of those guns with a silencer that only he can have next to his bed without looking like something crazy and macabre together with that brown beret that he loves so much, and I barely open the last drawer of the bedside table from Steven, which theoretically belongs to Marc and I see its contents, I refrain from bursting out laughing.
Am I hallucinating or that what I see there are fake mustaches?
I turn to Steven who mutters something about having left it on a book, that this here is like looking for a needle in a haystack and I try not to imagine myself with one of those little artifacts, if I can call it that.
I try to say something but all I can do is let out a giggle, which gets Steven's attention and he turns and walks over to where I'm standing.
- Love, tell me you found them or I'll be late… - I turn without saying a word with one of the little "whiskers" in my hand, containing my desire to laugh as best I can and Steven sees it as if he had a cockroach in my hand -... Are those...? That's not mine.
- Are you sure? - I move away while I open the drawer and I can not contain the desire to laugh anymore as soon as I see his face as surprised as mine was sure when I opened the drawer the first time seeing the exaggerated amount of mustaches in it, which remind me of the tribbles from Star Trek or the Gremlins, that if I throw water at them after midnight, they will multiply even more - Because this says something else.
- Are you used to wearing a mustache now, Marc? Is it some kind of sexual fantasy or what?! - Steven's voice sounds terrified and I let out a laugh that catches his attention. My stomach hurts from laughing so much and even more from imagining that either of them are walking around with one of these as the most natural thing in the universe.
- Stop laughing at me, muñequita.
Jake's cold, serious tone doesn't stop my laughter, but it makes it even more uncontrollable knowing that he owns the drawer.
- I'm sorry is that…. - I take a deep breath while I feel that the heat takes over my face and not because of the annoying and penetrating look of him - It's just that...
- Keep laughing, muñequita. Keep doing ot, then I'm going to laugh when I take care of you and you can't walk for a week after I get tired of making you mine.
I laugh again without paying too much attention to his words that cause heat to spread throughout my body and I look at the drawer again, which reminds me for a moment of Marge Simpson's dresser drawer with its thousands of pearls necklaces, and I glance at Jake, who looks at me like he wants to scream in anger.
- Why? - It's the only word I manage to get out of my lips in its entirety, without being interrupted by a laugh or a smile.
- It's my alibi so they don't recognize me - I remain silent as I sit on the edge of our bed and I feel that the desire to laugh begins to lessen a little, but as soon as his image with his "alibi" appears in my head, my poor attempts fail miserably - Tell me you're not serious, Jake.
- I'm very serious, muñeca.
- Is your alibi a drawer full of fake mustaches? - I laugh again that makes his eyes narrow and look at me as if he could stop my teasing with a single look, while my eyes fill with tears blurring his image. If I continue like this, I'll have a fit from laughing so much - Can I tell you something? I always thought the mustache would look horrible on you... it doesn't go with your handsome face. And this confirms it.
I extend my mustache in his direction until it is level with his lips and I laugh again as I confirm my theory: I don't like the way it looks on him at all. They make it look older and very, very fake. I let out a giggle that does nothing but annoy him and Jake takes a few steps closer while running his tongue over his lips, as if savoring a thought that only he knows and looks around me, more precisely at the Steven shirt that i'm wearing and the bed.
- Have I stopped being your personal clown, mí amor?
The tone of his voice drops several decibels and his voice with that Spanish accent causes several chills in my body, which seems not to react to my actions.
My God, forgive me but it is too hot to hear him speak in Spanish.
- Forgive me darling, but it is difficult for you to stop being so every time I see you and remember this.
Jake peers at the clock, weighing his options without even saying a word, he cheekily looks me up and down like I'm a dessert he's going to take his time eating, then looks back at the clock on the wall with a sigh. He weighs heavily as, noticeably resigned, he grabs Steven's bag from the small chair as he walks to the door and yanks the door handle with a bang, popping the lock out of the door as if it were paper, then pulling out the keys from one of the small drawers located on the large shelf next to the door.
How is that…?
- You save yourself from the fact that Steven will be late for work - He mutters as if he were holding back the desire to close the door and keep his promise, but Steven's work was important to him, as it is to everyone - If it weren't for that, and because this is his life's work, I'd have you screaming for mercy under me, muñequita.
I hold back a groan as he pulls his legs up onto the bed, listening to his breathing get heavier even though he separates us several feet from each other.
- I'm sorry Lockley. Or should I say…
He shakes his head as he falls silent for a second and then smiles, that mischievous, cynical smile he only has when he's about to get into one of his "mischief."
And by his "mischief", I mean what he'll do to me when he gets home from work.
- Don't you dare, mí amor - He approaches so fast that I can't escape from his hands and he is fast enough to immobilize me in bed, while I feel his warm breath in my ear - I want you to think about this, that when I return tonight you won't run away from me. I'll be the one to have fun with you - He holds my hands with one of his while the other goes down until he puts it under Steven's shirt and gently touches my stomach, drawing small circles - I'll make you scream so much that I'll forget about your laughter and your teasing, muñequita.
- You will not do it. They will defend me from you - I make fun of him but something in his eyes changes and I guess his plans just by looking at him - Oh...
- That's it, amor. You need to understand that tonight, Steven and Marc are on my side - He pulls away from me not before pressing his lips against mine and I barely want to pull him into my arms, he walks away laughing - Who's having fun now?
- Both of us? Don't you like that I had a little bit of fun with you?
- Of course, I love that you have fun but not at my expense - I let out another laugh as I look at the drawer and I see him shake his head as he walks towards the door - You're not safe from me tonight, hermosa. Don't forget it.
