Moon Nights

Moon Nights

Summary: You wake up in the night and watch Steven sleep.

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader

Warnings: Fluff (like lots of it)

A/N: its my first fic! Loosely based on an idea i had weeks ago, let me know what you think!

Steven Grant couldn’t clean his apartment for shit.

Decked in dark décor, his apartment was filled with piles and piles of books, each one towering higher than the previous, his beloved one finned orange fish, Gus and some vintage furniture that you’ve seen him use occasionally. The brown hardwood floor was scattered with   letters and dirty laundry and you were pretty sure you had seen him push his muddy shoes deep under his bed. Despite being the biggest homebody, it looked like Steven was rarely home.

The condition of his apartment would have really bothered you, if you weren’t so busy staring at his sleeping frame.

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bye i already prepared myself when i saw the summary but here we are 😭 jake, eres mi hogar y mi paraiso

Glimpse of Us 

pairing (s): marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader

summary: you love all three of them equally, not knowing only one of them truly loves you just as much 

word count: 2.8k

warning (s): this is heavily inspired by glimpse of us by joji. that’s the warning

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.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Marc stared across the room at you, someone who he once thought he loved. He tried telling himself that he still loved you, but then he questioned himself if he ever did love you, or perhaps he was just seeing you as someone who could love him unconditionally. 

You came when he was at the lowest point in his life, and you had given him your hand, helping him up. You loved him with all of your heart, dealing with his demons and fighting against his nightmares. And yet, Marc realised now that as much as he wanted to love you, his heart was still hers, and not yours. 

He thought he was ready to move on after Layla, but he was wrong. He wished he would have realised it earlier, at least he would not be involving you in his mess of a heart, but now you were seeing him in your future, and Marc did not want to hurt you. 

He forced a smile when you came and pressed a kiss on his head, something which he has grown accustomed to, but now he could not help but feel irritated at the contact. Marc clenched his jaw, hoping that you could not see how distant he was getting with you. 

You loved him too much to see it.

“I have to leave for work now. But I’ll see you tonight, right?”

You asked, and Marc saw how hesitant you were. Of course, you always remembered the date night that you would have with him every week. Marc has stood you up for two weeks straight, wallowing himself in devastation as he thought you did not deserve to be treated like this. 

But still, when he said he was tired and had forgotten, you just nodded and told him that it was fine, and you would start planning for the next date night to make him feel better.

You loved him too much to realise that he was tired of you. 

Marc used to think he loved it when you rambled about something you were passionate about, with the gleam in your eyes and the smile which reached your eyes. He thought he adored it when you would learn to cook his favourite food, when you did not even love cooking. He used to feel like the luckiest man alive when you would listen to his past, swearing to him that you would always be there for him.

Now he was getting tired of you, but he also did not want to lose you, the only anchor to his sanity. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t think I can see you tonight.”

He saw your smile dropped, and he also saw how quickly you pulled yourself together, not wanting to make him feel bad about it, when he should. Marc realised that he was the one who kept throwing lies, but you always tried to make him feel like he was the better half in the relationship. With tears in your eyes, you gave him a nod, and a half-hearted smile. 

“It’s alright. If you have anything to talk about, you know you can talk to me.”

Worry was dripping from your voice, and Marc could not help but smiled at you. It was one of the reasons he did not want to tell you the truth. The truth that he had never loved you as much as you did him, and the truth that he had wished it was her who was smiling at him now instead of you. 

If you leave him, he would have no one else to cared for him as much as you did. Not even Layla. He could not tell you the truth. He needed you. 

“I love you, Marc.”

“I love you too."

Marc was not the only one who was bathing you in lies. Unbeknownst to you, Steven was hit with a pang of guilt every time he laid his eyes on you. Your sweet Steven, who could make the worst of your days better with just a smile of his, actually was lying through his teeth every time he said he loved you the most. 

Yes, he loved you, but he never meant to love you the most. He had her in his heart, and he saw her every time you looked at him. Oh, sometimes he wished he could fight these ugly feelings, so that he would not break your heart, but he could not. He was in love with her. 

While Marc was getting distant, Steven was getting closer. 

He believed that he had a lot to make up to you, and he planned to do it by showing you how much he cared about you, even if the things he did were only a play pretend. You never saw him as someone who could hurt you, and he was determined to keep it that way. 

He never wanted you to leave him. 

Steven loved the comfort you had given him, making him feel safe and loved every time he was with you. He knew if you found out that you were not the only one in his heart, you would be dejected and you would not think twice to leave. It was the last thing he wanted to happen. 

Thus Steven savoured every moment he had with you, trying his hardest not to think of her when he was with you. Marc might have come to accept that he would always think of her, but not Steven. The guilt was too heavy for him to carry, and so he spent his time pretending to love you, hoping that one day he would wake up with genuine love for you. 

“Thank you for today, Steven. I had a really good time.”

He let you intertwined your fingers with his, as both of you walked home from the art gallery. You had talked about it for a few times, and Steven thought you would be over the moon if he brought you there for a date. He was right. 

“I had a really good time too. But maybe because I’m with you.”

A shy smile grew on your face at his words, and Steven grinned, pride swelled in his chest when he managed to make you so happy with his presence. A tinge of guilt was still hanging above his head, but he chose to ignore it. 

“I always have a good time with you, Steven.”

Your words were so sweet and genuine, that tears started to pool in his eyes. He was beginning to see how wrong this whole thing was. He kept making you think that you were the apple of his eye, and you looked at him as if he hung the moon for you when all he ever did was trying to love you. 

He should not be doing this to you. 

But when you held on tighter on his arm, almost putting yourself behind him when a stranger was watching you— Steven knew he had to keep you safe with him. He was going to protect you, and he could only do that if you were with him. 

He knew you deserved to be with someone who truly loved you, but what if that someone hurt you? At least with him, you would not be hurt. Steven would always make sure that you had a smile on your face, and he was sure that he could never make you cry. You said so yourself, that Steven could never be the reason behind your tears. 

Steven was going to show you how loved you were, and he promised himself he would never shatter your precious heart. He would do it all for you because he loved you, it was just he loved her more and you had to stay second to her in everything.

But you did not need to know that.

And so he lied, hoping that you would feel his love for you. Even if it was not enough.

“I love you.”

It was always enough for you.

“I love you too, Steven.”

Jake hated this whole ordeal. He saw how badly Marc was treating you, with his missing dates and his lame excuses. He also despised the way you looked at Steven as if he was your soulmate, when he had another woman in his head every time he tried to think of the one he loved.

Marc and Steven were being cruel and unfair to you, and Jake loathed them for taking you for granted when you were the best thing that ever happened to them. They would never find anyone who could love them as much as you did. 

“Jake!”

A smile found its way on his face, when you walked in, only to realise that he was fronting. You always managed to make him feel so special and appreciated, with your soft touches and your loving words. He used to feel like he did not deserve your love, but you made sure him understand that you loved him so much. 

“Did you miss me, mi sol?”

You did not even answer him, running into his opened arms and kissing him with so much love that he might fall on the floor if he was not holding you. You caressed his face gently, staring at him as if you were afraid that he might disappear into the thin air. 

“I missed you so much.”

He said, knowing that you needed to hear it from him. When you buried your face in his chest, he only wrapped his arms around you tighter, resting his chin on your head. He wanted to stay that way with you forever if he could. He wanted it to be just you and him, and no one else could take you away from him. 

Jake was so in love with you. 

He loved you so much that it angered him every time he was reminded of Marc and Steven with their deceitful affection. He did not know how could they had somebody else to love, when you were there, loving them endlessly. You were always enough for Jake, and he never wanted it to change.

He could still remember when the weight of the world was bringing him down to his knees, you were there. Your heart broke when he got hurt, and back then he could not understand why. No one had ever cared for him before. He had chased you away, asking you to leave him alone but you stayed. 

You stayed with him when he was soaking your shirt with his tears. You held him when he could not find the words to tell you what was wrong with him. You loved him when he felt like he was undeserving of such affection. With you, his life was not all about guns and blood, and finally he found a purpose. 

Jake fell in love with you, and he never stopped falling.  

You saw the world in rose coloured glass, and at first it baffled you so much when Jake was so harsh and mean towards everyone but you. He never smiled at anyone else, and no one had ever heard him laugh except you. A mocking grin or a bitter chuckle? Those were reserved for everyone else, but you. You only deserved to see his genuine smile and hear his hearty laughter. 

“Why are you so mean to them?”

You had asked him once, and Jake just wanted to pull you close and kiss you. But you were pouting, and as much as he thought it was cute, he loved your smile more. 

“I’m mean to them because they’re not you, mi corazón.”

The smile you had given him that day was the prettiest he had ever seen, and he kissed you, again and again to remind you of how special you were to him. His world revolved around you now. 

He loved it when you kissed his nose, a giggle escaped your lips when he scrunched his nose. He loved it when you tickled him to wake him up, only to learn that he was not ticklish and he had tickled you back as a revenge. He loved it when you put your head on his chest, claiming that his heartbeat calmed you down. 

He loved everything you did and said. He truly loved you. 

Jake watched with an amused smile as you dropped your shopping bag on the counter. You could do something as simple as sorting out groceries, and he could fall in love with you all over again. Every day he found a new reason to love you even more than he already did. 

“Do you need help?”

You shook your head, but still, he made his way to you. He could not stay away from you much longer or he would suffer. He helped you sorting the groceries, glancing at you once in awhile, like a fool in love he was. His eyes landed on the tubs of ice cream you had bought. 

“I bought your favourite ice cream!”

You had seen him noticing the ice cream, and Jake felt warmth wrapped around his heart at the thoughtful gesture. You could see anything that reminded you of him, and you would buy it within a heartbeat. It was a way of showing your love.

But then his heart felt heavy, seeing another two tubs of ice cream which clearly were meant for Steven and Marc. All of them loved different flavours of ice cream, and you were well aware of that. You always remembered them. 

His heart was aching, not from jealousy, no. It was from the way you were so in love with him. The way you were so in love with Marc, and Steven. You trusted them with your life, loving them with all of your heart, not knowing that only one of them truly reciprocate your feelings. 

Jake felt like he was responsible for the lies both Marc and Steven were spluttering on you, even if he was not. He felt like he should tell you the truth because you deserved to know the truth. It would send you into a pit of agony, but at least you would not be lied to anymore. 

“I think you should come with me next time, and maybe you can stop me from buying so much snacks.” 

Jake watched as you laughed, trying to get all of the snacks you bought out of the shopping bag. He could only give you a soft smile, and he felt like he was going to cry when you returned his smile. You did not know how saddened he was, to think that one day you would discover the truth, and you would leave him. 

He believed that if he told you the truth about Marc and Steven, you would pack your things and leave. He did not know how to stop you, because when you looked at him, you could also see Marc and Steven. You would leave him in a forlorn state, as Jake had forgotten how to live without you.

So he swallowed the lump in his throat, and buried the guilt in the back of his mind. He could not tell you the truth about Marc and Steven’s fading feelings for you.

He was too in love with you to let you go. 

It might be selfish of him, but he found himself pulling you into his arms, as the thought of you leaving him was starting to make him feel sick. If you leave, Marc would lose his mind, Steven would lose his comfort, and Jake— He would lose you, the love of his life. 

He would never let it happen. 

So he just held you in his arms, showering your face in kisses and smiling when he heard your sweet laughter. You were in love with him, and he was in love with you. That was enough. For a moment, Jake could forget about what he knew and just focused on you, the person who owned his heart and soul. 

“I love you, Jake.”

Your declaration of love always sound so sweet and nectarous for him. Those words could mean nothing to the other two men, but Jake lived for your every word. He moved his hands from your hips to your face, resting his forehead against yours, never once did he look away from your loving eyes. 

You had been fed with too many fabricated words of love from Marc and Steven, and Jake was not going to add on them. He was going to make sure you know and feel how in love he was with you, and that you could plunge a knife through his chest and he would let you. 

“I love you too.”

You smiled, just like how you smiled at Marc and Steven when they said those words to you. For a moment, Jake was heartsick. He knew his words meant more than theirs, but you did not know that. You were in love with all of them, and if keeping you in the dark about Marc and Steven meant that Jake could love you forever, then he would have to do it. 

“I love you so much, princesa.”

Do u guys think he also came out like a size of ice cube or—

i can’t help but imagine that christopher was one of the kids that was born on october 1st 1989, and his poor mother had to birth a small cube with no warning

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pairing (s): marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader

word count: 2.4k

warning (s): fluff, fluff, and more fluff

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.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

You found a new hobby almost every week, and at this point, it did not baffle your boyfriends anymore. 

You could be so absorbed in embroidery, spending nights and days doing it, but then moving on to colouring books on the next week. Learning a new language was something that you do frequently, even if you would forget the languages since you already thinking to do other things like learning a music instrument. 

Steven found it amusing, and he would always be interested in whatever you are doing, trying his best to support you. Marc would be skeptical every time you tried something new, knowing that you would drop it in a few days, but he never said anything since your enthusiasm was too adorable in his eyes. Jake simply did not care, you could do anything you wanted as long as you were happy. 

Then origami sparked your interest and you wanted to try it. It reminded you of your childhood, when you would spend hours folding the papers, a proud smile would be on your face every time you got them right. No one was really interested in your origami when you showed them before, but now you got three of them, who would swoon over everything you do.

Steven was engulfed in his reading, and it was your favourite sight of him. He looked so cute with his reading glasses, the words on the pages he was reading seemed to drown out the world for a moment.

You smiled as you watched him, falling in love with him all over again. You got out of the bed, trying not to make any noise that could alert him. You grabbed your origami papers, grinning as you started to fold them, the thought of your boyfriend was swimming in your head.

You made one, then two. But then you decided to make another one, just because. 

Steven jumped a bit when he felt an arm around his shoulder, but then he smiled when he saw you. Your heart bursted in flames as you saw him smiling at you. You swore his sweet smile could make you forget about everything else in the world. He chuckled softly when he noticed you were staring at him. 

“Are you alright, love?”

He asked, and you nodded, kissing his forehead lovingly. A happy sigh escaped his lips at your gesture. 

“I love you, Steven.”

His face flushed, flustered no matter how many times you said it to him.

“I love you too.”

Hearing his words of love, you almost forgot what you were hiding behind your back. With a nervous smile, you put your little gifts for him on the table, next to the book he was reading. 

“I made these for you.”

Steven could not hold back a huge smile which was growing on his face when he saw the heart-shaped bookmarks you had made for him. The first bookmark was pink, and it was your colour so he did not really question it. He loved the pink heart-shaped bookmark. It was so cute, and it was so you.

But the other two were blue and yellow. When the colours seemed to mean nothing to others, but not to Steven. He paid attention to everything, especially when it came to you and there was no way he was going to forget his first date with you. He knew you chose the colours with a reason. 

“Is it because on our first date, I was wearing a blue shirt and you were wearing—“

“A yellow dress, yes.”

A giggle erupted in your chest when you realised Steven knew why you picked the colours. His heart warmed when he noticed how happy you were to know that he remembered the little details. It was not as if Steven could get you out of his mind. He thought about you every day even when you were by his side. 

“You can use these for your books. I was thinking of what origami should I make for you and I guessed these would be useful.”

Your voice was almost timid, and Steven wanted nothing more but to kiss you when you looked so pretty like that. 

“I love these so much. And they’re heart-shaped. So adorable.”

He said, watching as your eyes sparkled in excitement at his words. Steven did not wait any second to pull you in for a kiss, showing you just how much he loved the little heart-shaped bookmarks you made for him. 

Marc knew about the heart-shaped bookmarks you made for Steven, and he never expected anything from you since he was not as much of a reader like Steven. He would not want a bookmark when he could not even remember the last time he touched a book as himself and not Steven. 

But you were a thoughtful person, and you knew just what he needed.

As soon as he walked into your shared home, he was greeted by you who practically ran into his arms. Marc shook his head, but unable to hide his smile as he hugged you back, kissing your head softly.

“I missed you.”

Your voice was muffled against his chest, not wanting to leave his arms anytime soon. Marc’s smile turned into a grin, and he cupped your face, looking you in the eyes. 

“I missed you too.”

His favourite thing to do with you was just sitting in the couch together, as you talked to him about your day and he would tell you about his. There was something so calm and normal about it that just made his heart swell in happiness. His life was full of unexpected twists and turns, but with you, he could just let go of control and let himself be happy.

You were telling him about your awful colleague who made you feel bad today, and he listened carefully to your every word. He wanted to make sure that nothing bad happen to you. You seemed to notice his tense shoulders, making you quickly added that you were fine and your colleague was not that bad. 

“Oh, I have something for you!”

In the middle of the conversation, you just remembered that you a gift for him. Marc watched with an amused smile as you went to get your gift. He frowned when you came back, hiding something from him as you asked him to close his eyes. Groaning, he did what you told him to do. He was not going to lie, your gifts always manage to send him into a love spiral. 

“Open your eyes now.”

Marc raised his eyebrow, noticing that you were holding a small glass jar. He took it from you, and realised it was filled with colourful stars origami. He never thought some stupid folded papers would make him feel so appreciated and loved. What did he do to deserve you?

“I know this might seem foolish to you but the little stars are actually my love notes for you.” 

Oh, his heart. He could not say anything as he stared at you, lovestruck, feeling a wave of happy tears was going spill from his eyes. 

“The yellow stars are for your happy days, the blue stars are for your sad days even if I never want you to be sad at all. And oh, the pink stars are for whenever you need a reminder that I love you.” 

You wrote the love notes for him, folded them into little stars, put them in a jar just so he could keep it or take it anywhere he wanted. Marc felt like crying, but then he realised he was really crying. You have never seen him cry before. 

“Did I— Did I say something wrong, Marc? I’m so sorry if you don’t like it—“

Before you could panic even more, he kissed you. The kiss was tender and sweet, so effortlessly sweet that you felt dizzy afterwards. Breathless, you looked at Marc who had a love dazed smile on his face. 

“I’m so in love with you.”

He breathed out, and suddenly it felt like the first time for you hearing the confession of love from him. Heat rushed from your chest to your face, and you kissed him again, letting him melt under your touch. Felt like teasing you, Marc pulled away from you for a moment, chuckling when you pouted. 

“I think I need to read the pink stars now.”

“There’s no need for that tonight. I’m here to show you just how much I love you.”

Now you have not got the chance to see Jake for almost a week. He did not front as often as Marc and Steven, and honestly you missed him. But when you woke up that morning, your boyfriend was showering you with kisses, you knew it was him. You smiled when his lips found yours, leaving you breathless every time. 

“Do you miss me?”

You nodded, a shy smile was emblazoned on your face. There was something about Jake that made you feel like smiling and giggling whenever he looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes. His gaze was always sharp and tense, but not with you. 

“Do you miss me?”

You asked him back, running your fingers down his jaw, admiring how gorgeous he was. Jake grabbed your wrist, kissing your knuckles softly before moving his lips to place a kiss on your nose. 

“Of course, I do.”

He wanted to stay in bed all day, holding you close to his chest. It was during a moment like this that made him realise how smitten he was with you. He thought it was not possible for someone to fall in love this hard, but with you, he would do anything that you asked him to. You owned his heart and soul. 

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Really?”

You quickly sat up, unable to hide your excitement at his words. He nodded, a smirk was painted on his face as he went to get his surprise for you. You chewed on your bottom lip as you waited patiently. When he got back, your jaw dropped.

“I made this for you, mi sol.”

Jake gave you a bouquet of origami flowers, nerves were wrecking his soul. He was never the one with the thoughtful gifts, like you were. He was all about giving you the most expensive and outlandish gifts, thinking that you deserved the best things in the world. 

However, he found out about your new hobby and he thought it was cute. He also saw how you appreciated Steven and Marc with your new hobby, and he knew you would have an origami made for him too. Hence, before you could, he wanted to surprise you first, to show that he really cared. 

He saw you staring at the flowers in your hands. For the first time, Jake could not tell what you were feeling at the moment. There was a hint of a smile on your lips, but your eyes were watery and he was getting worried. 

“I’ve never done this before. The flowers might be a little weird because I learned from the internet and it was so hard. But you love flowers and you love origami so I thought you would like it.”

He never rambled before, and he winced when he realised he was rambling like Steven. Jake shook his head in disbelief. He always said he hated Steven’s rambling but now he was so nervous that he did the same thing. 

“You can just throw them away. I’ll buy you real flowers instead.”

He offered, not expecting you to gasp at his suggestion, like you were truly offended.

“Why would I throw them away?”

“Because… You hate them?”

You could not believe he thought you hated the origami flowers he made just for you. He was the toughest and the most intimidating boyfriend you had, and to think that he was doing something which was so precious to you just because you loved it— It was reminding you once again why you fell in love with him at the first place. 

“I would never throw these flowers away. I love them. I love you.”

You grabbed his arm, pulling him to sit next to you in bed. He rested his forehead against yours, taking your hands to intertwine your fingers with his. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear your heartbeat. 

“I can’t believe you learned to make these flowers just for me.”

“Honestly, the tutorial video is ten minutes long and it was really hard for me to focus.”

You laughed, and he sighed in content, wanting to listen to the sweet voice of yours forever. He still remembered how you used to put a hand over your mouth when you laughed, but Jake made sure to chase your insecurities away, letting you be yourself comfortably around him. 

You pulled away from him, only to look at the origami flowers with a smile on your face. Pride was spiralling in his chest, since he had never seen you smile so big that he was sure your cheeks started to hurt. 

“Marc and Steven can’t compete, can they?”

A smug smile was dancing on his lips, aware that they could hear what he just said. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to boost his ego even more. You knew they could get jealous over each other, but at the end of the day, you loved all of them and never once did you think to put them in comparison. 

“Don’t be mean, Jake.”

“I’m not being mean. I’m just telling the truth, like good people do.”

He retorted, and you shook your head at him, trying to seem like you were disagreeing with him but the grin on your face was telling him otherwise. Jake wrapped his arms around your waists, easily pulling you to lie on top of him. 

“I’m still buying you real flowers after this.” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I want to, mi sol. Now shut up and let me kiss you.” 

You knew now that whatever you do, no matter how silly or insignificant they were to you or to others— Those things were precious to your boyfriends. They would never let you feel unlovable or unappreciated, not as long as they were with you, and that meant forever.

Steven: Jake, if you had to choose between Marc and all the money in my pocket, what would you choose?

Jake:

Jake: How much money do you have?