I love people who craft and I love learning about other people's crafts because every single one is full of little things that non-practitioners wouldn't notice but others in the craft RAVE about.
Like, I'm a knitter, and before I started I couldn't tell a knit fabric from a crocheted one, and I mostly would appreciate pretty color choices and overall patterns. But now I drool over perfectly uniform stockinette or a good stretchy bind off, and don't even start me on neat floats on the back of fair isle!
Quilters will talk about the binding and stitch choice on a finished quilt, ceramics artists will gush over how a glaze turned out, embroiderers will sigh at perfectly smooth satin stitch, and a woodworker can spot a good join from a mile away.
There is so much more beauty and artistry in the world than we can see on our own.
Actor Steve and Normal Guy Eddie Master List: Something Good
I officially named this fic “Something Good”! Follow the tag #somethinggoodfic for updates || Inspired by this post @kingdomvel || I will be updating this with all parts
warnings‼️: donna’s bitch ass 😒 i HATE her bro oh my god + crude language + suggestive (they make-out for a lil bit, reader wears lingerie) + sexual imagery.
In your eyes, he deserves nothing but good things and a full night’s sleep. Alas, he can’t have both.
He sighs into the phone and you can hear the exhaustion in it. You can almost feel it, too.
“‘m just ready to come home to you.” He chuckles dryly.
You don’t know what to say to that. “Mhm.”
It’s times like this when you wish you could handle another person’s problem.
You know how much of a bitch his boss, Donna, is.
You can’t believe her. You can’t fathom just how annoyingly rude, pathetically rude, and disrespectfully rude someone can be— let alone to Steven.
He’s your golden boy, the best man alive. The love of your life.
How can someone hurt the feelings of a guy that doesn’t have a single bad bone in his body?
To know he’s being treated like shit and know you can’t do anything about it irks your soul.
“Alright, love, I’ve gotta go. But I’ll see you tonight?”
You beam at his reminder. “Mhmmm.”
“I love you.”
You’ll never get tired of hearing that.
“I love you.” You echo with butterflies swarming around your ribs.
You end the call and think about every time Steven’s had to go through a rough patch because of her; the Devil incarnate.
And maybe that’s a bit of an overkill but you digress. She is a poison spewing cunt built from a miserable stack of shit.
And you know what else? Maybe you will do something about it.
Your boyfriend is exhausted.
It’s nothing like tiredness after a night’s work of acting as Khonshu’s right hand, but it’s something.
His eyes threaten to close on him not too long before his body starts to weigh heavier each step he takes.
Just gotta make it to the elevator.
He’s hopeful, but it doesn’t last long. There’s a dreaded sign that forms the letters he wishes weren’t there.
Out of order. Use the stairs.
He stares blankly at the white piece of paper with the black, bold words staring right back at him. As if it’s mocking him.
He sighs deeply and begrudgingly moves up the four flights of stairs. Every time he blinks, he imagines his bed.
It's not too hot but not too cold.
You’re in your designated spot right next to him, curled up under the blanket watching some movie.
Steven fishes for his key to open up his little paradise.
It’s almost dark. The only sources of light being the outside hallway he stands in and the faint orange tint emitting from the direction of his bedroom.
“Love?” He calls out.
You don’t answer him. You want him to come to you and see for himself so you wait. Patiently, excitedly.
He closes the door and passes by his reflection where Marc is telling him to follow the light.
She’s in there, I can feel her.
“I know.” He hums softly.
Steven can feel Jake’s curiosity.
The mysterious man doesn’t talk much but when his presence is needed, his actions tend to speak for him.
Steven knows this because he could feel the restlessness in the brooding man when you wouldn’t pick up your phone— a curse of your ringer always being on silent mode.
“What’s going on—?”
His mouth dries up. His jaw goes slack and his eyes are cartoonishly large.
Wide awake now, huh?
Steven doesn’t bother to answer. Not when he’s too busy gawking at you.
You’re on your side, an elbow propped up to give your head an angle of his entrance. Your legs are slightly bent at the knee and your other arm rests on the curves of your side.
Lacy red lingerie and the warm, rich smell of amber cloud his senses.
You see him visibly change; his shoulders drop their tension, he straightens up his back a bit and the muscles on his face relax. You definitely don’t miss the way his dark eyes run a trail across your body and when they meet your eyes, you recognize him.
“Go back inside, Marc.”
He scoffs. “Oh, come on. Seriously?”
Your face doesn’t change and when he realizes he won’t change your mind, he retreats.
“Alright, alright.” He raises both hands to show complacency. “But I’ll be watching.” He winks at you and before you can scold him, he’s gone. Left just as fast as he appeared.
Your sweet Steven is just blushy and nervous, his gaze darting all around the room. From the candles to the rose petal covered bed.
He picks up a petal and blinks. He’s touched.
“All this… f’me?” He asks so gently, it melts your heart.
You sit up at the front of the bed; he’s between your knees and he looks down at you while you look up at him.
“Why, you expecting someone else?” You lightly tease.
You stand from the bed and he backs up a bit to give you space but you quickly close it. Your arms wrap around his neck and he gulps.
His hands are a bit shaky but he still has an ounce of courage to place them on your hips. His fingers subconsciously press into the flesh.
You pull him closer and his eyes zero in on your tinted lips.
“I know you’re probably tired from today,” You murmur. “but I don’t want you to think about that right now.”
You pry a stubborn curl away from his face and bask in his gaze. The pad of your finger traces along the edge of his nose and he laughs through his nose.
His chin turns downwards but you tilt it back up. His eyes look back and forth between yours, searching for the comfort he’s desperate for. And you give it to him.
You press a soft kiss to his forehead, one to his nose, and a last one to his lips.
He melts into your affection and his mind slips away from the terrible recollection of that day’s past events.
His hold on your hips warm your cold, almost-naked body. Your lips intertwine with his and you hear him mumble.
“What did you do?” He can’t wonder but ask.
You throw your head back and giggle incredulously. “What did I just say!”
He smiles at the sound of your joy but he couldn’t help himself. He has to know.
“You’re in a better mood than I am, that means something.”
You roll your eyes playfully and kiss him breathless.
You grab a fistful of his luscious curls and he groans into your mouth as you tug lightly.
You take a couple steps backwards and almost have him when the familiar sting of a bra strap snapping against your skin breaks you apart.
You hiss. “Ow— what the—?!”
That look on your boyfriend’s face tells you it isn’t that gentle, sweet-natured man you adore.
“Marc.” You warn.
“I’m sorry, baby, I had to! You look so fucking beautiful right now and I’ve always wanted to do that—”
You place a finger on his lips, shutting him up.“Okay, look. You’re gonna give him the body for the rest of the night and I will see you tomorrow morning. Sound good?”
He raises an eyebrow at your directions and grabs a handful of your thighs, pulling you flush against him. “You’re so hot when you’re bossy. You know that?”
“Yeah.” You smirk.
He quickly pecks your lips and you can’t help but smile at his eagerness.
“Tomorrow morning.” You promise.
Before Steven changes his mind, you turn around and push him on the bed, quickly climbing on top of him.
His eyes grow once more at your actions.
“Please, Steven. No more interruptions.”
He sits up and watches you sit down his lap. “O-okay.”
His heart speeds up as you plant your hands on his shoulders once again and work your way up.
Your kisses stain his neck and he shudders under you.
It’s strange, how he can never get used to your affection. All his life, all he’s ever wanted was tender care and now that he’s got it; he doesn’t know how to act.
You hear him grunt and sigh. He turns and angles his head so you can have more access.
You’re man’s a quick learner.
His hands wander your back, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.
Your lips touch his jaw and he’s putty in your hands. They graze over the skin a bit before you whisper, “You with me so far?”.
“Yes.”
He’s on autopilot.
He feels the familiar sensation of your grin on his skin and he pulls back to see it in all of its glory.
He’s staring at you but all you see back in his eyes is the woman who’s most deserving of it.
It’s kind of poetic, actually.
You know how people say sex leaves your skin with a sort of ‘afterglow’? Like, there’s a visible light in your face, skin, and eyes— one that can’t be ignored.
“Is there something on my face?”
Well, he can’t not wonder out loud. The man’s been getting stares, sly grins, even a pat on the back from the janitor.
You really don’t know?
Steven rolls his eyes. “I don’t think I would’ve asked if I knew, mate.”
Marc huffs amusedly at his sass but answers him nonetheless.
It has to do with your… activities last night.
Steven feels his face warm at the mention but what did that mean?
An afterglow, Steven. It’s literally all over your face.
“Bollocks.” He whispers.
Yeah, she had plenty of those.
Steven groans at his crude remark. “That’s what we’re doing. Seriously?”
But it couldn’t be that obvious… could it?
His train of thought are halted to a full stop as he hears his boss yelling at some poor chap.
Remind me, why can’t you just quit?
“Because I love my job too much to let someone sway me away from it.”
Steven’s watching as Donna carries a box full of her own stuff and is being escorted… outside?
He looks around and finds a coworker watching the spectacle as well.
“Pardon me, but what’s going on?”
“You didn’t hear? They found some contraband inside the stuffed toys.”
Now this was something he did not see coming.
Wow.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I’m being set up!” Donna cries. “Please, you have to believe me!”
Steven’s having a hard time believing this but one thing he knows for sure: you don’t play about him.
