#dad!jake lockley

[hoedamn-eron]

sports day

It's your daughter's sports day at school, and Jake decides to take part in the "dad race".

Warnings: Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Dad!Jake Lockley. Fluffy. Proofread. Edited on the phone app so apologies for any layout errors, I will fix when I have a computer. Word count: 1,791 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

This was loosely inspired by my partner's attempt at the dad race at our son's sports day.

When you told the system you were pregnant, it had thrown your worlds off balance. 

You expected it, obviously, since you hadn’t actually planned to get pregnant, but as Steven had said, ‘these things happen, don’t they love?’ 

After talking it through with all of them and going through your options, you had decided that you were ready, that you were stable enough in your job and the bigger flat you’d all moved into that you could extend your family. 

What you hadn’t expected was Marc and Jake to disappear from your life completely afterwards. 

You understood, really, but it still hurt. Steven tried to be there for you as much as he could, being as enthusiastic enough for the four of you, but you couldn’t help but miss Marc and Jake. You didn’t feel whole without all of you together, experiencing the family you were about to make. 

Things changed at your 20-week mark, where at your anomaly scan, about to find out the gender of your baby, you turn to look at Steven excitedly, only to find Marc staring at the screen, his eyes watery as he gripped your hand tightly. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze as you find out you were having a baby girl, and you looked over to see him silently crying as he stared at the screen. You didn’t interrupt him, letting him have his moment with his daughter. 

It was on the way home from your appointment, where Marc was still staring at the ultrasound in his hands, where he apologised for disappearing. 

“I didn’t know how to handle it…so I ran,” Marc muttered to you as you climbed into your car. 

“It’s okay, Marc,” you whispered, afraid to be any louder in the comfort of your car. 

He was already shaking your head at you. “No, it wasn’t. I got scared, it wasn’t in our plans – “ 

“Marc, it’s okay,” you say again, cupping his cheek with your hand, your thumb stroking at his cheek gently. “You’re here now, that’s what matters.” 

You talk about it all night with him back at your flat, listening as Marc spilled his feelings and fears to you, barely able to look at you whilst doing so. You held his hands through his talking, grounding him and letting him get his feelings out to you. It was Marc that went to bed with you that night. 

After that, Marc, and Steven both fronted as much as they could equally to help out with the pregnancy. You appreciated it really, but you ended up crying to Marc one night about Jake, who you hadn’t seen in months. He let you cry into his shoulder, spilling your own fears and how empty you feel, and how bad you feel because of that, because him and Steven have been wonderful, and you didn’t want to sound ungrateful. 

“You’re not ungrateful, baby,” said Marc. “Jake’s just…Jake’s just dealing with it. He’ll come around.” 

You were afraid you didn’t believe him, and you were sure Marc didn’t even believe himself either. 

However, you were proven wrong a few months later. You were reaching the end of your pregnancy when you see Jake again. You walk into the kitchen, ready to get your daily craving of those vanilla biscuits (that Steven tries and fails to hide from everyone), and you find Jake staring intently at the ultrasound photos that Steven had lovingly stuck to the fridge. 

You don’t say anything, trying to be as quiet as possible as you move around the kitchen, treating him like a skittish deer. 

“Marc said it was a girl,” Jake said, almost sounding too loud in the quiet kitchen. 

You hesitate before turning to look at him and answering. “Yeah. We’re struggling for a name.” 

Jake was silent for a moment before answering, “I like Sienna.” 

You felt your heart swell in your chest before nodding, tears in your eyes. “That’s a lovely name, Jake.” 

You went into labour late one Winter evening. It was a long and tiring process, but you managed to get through it with the help of your boys; all three of them. Sienna Dalilah Spector was born with a set of lungs on her, weighing a chunky eight pounds and ten ounces, with all three of her fathers immediately wrapped around her finger. 

And it hadn’t changed since in the five and a half years since. 

So much so, that Jake was crazily cheering for Sienna as she ran in her egg and spoon race. She was coming second to last, which was fine, because she probably just wanted the sticker at the end of it, for participation. Her dark curly hair was up in the ponytail you’d placed it in that morning, albeit looking a little more flyaway than it had when she left to go to school with Jake. 

“Well done, Sienna!” you called as she crossed the finishing line, already skipping over to her teacher to get her sticker. 

“She’s getting more confident, huh?” Jake asked you, his eyes watching his daughter like a hawk, his overprotective habits evidently dying hard. 

You nod, smiling as Sienna ran back to the starting line. She’d had a tough start to the year, moving up from nursery into Reception in a different school and not knowing anyone, and she’d had some behavioural issues at the beginning, but she settled in eventually, with some extra support from the school and you, and her dads. Now she had a small group of friends, who she would talk your ear off about whenever she got in from school, about what games they played, what lessons they learned, and what they got up to the night before when they weren’t at school. You were so proud of how far she’d come, as were Steven, Marc, and Jake. 

After a few more races, the teachers announced a break for the children for a drink, before doing the parent’s racing. 

You grinned at you look at Jake. “Gonna do it?” 

Jake scoffed. “Obviously. Gotta make my princesa proud.” 

Not a few seconds later, Jake’s legs were surrounded by an overexcited five-year-old. “Daddy! Are you gonna run?” 

Jake laughed as he picked up Sienna, placing her on his forearm. “Yeah, I am.” 

Sienna didn’t fully understand her fathers’ condition, she just knew that sometimes Jake was Marc, or Marc was Steven, or Steven was sometimes Jake, but sometimes he was also Marc. She didn’t have a favourite; she had a different relationship with each alter, and sometimes she liked having tea parties with Marc, but she also liked visiting the museums with Steven. Her favourite thing to do with Jake was to just drive around in the car and listen to music, singing at the top of their voices. You weren’t privy to their concerts; it was ‘their thing’ Jake had teased you. 

“Are you going to get stickers like me?” Sienna asked, pointing to the collection she had on her too big PE shirt. 

“I’m gonna try,” said Jake. “You gonna cheer for me? The loudest?” 

Sienna nodded. “Yeah!” 

“Gonna beat all the other dads?” 

You give him a swat on the arm as Sienna cheered. “Yeah!” 

“All right, I’ll try my best,” Jake said, before putting Sienna down at her teacher called the children back and asking for the fathers to make their way to the starting line. “I’ll see you later, princesa.” 

Sienna, without another look at her parents, ran away to join her class at the starting line. You look at Jake. “Go easy on the other dads,” you said, grinning. “Not everyone here is super powered avatar for an Egyptian God.” 

Jake snorted, giving you a light shove as you laughed at him. “I’ll try.” 

He wasn’t going to try at all. 

As Jake walked away, joining the other fathers at the starting line, you grab your phone, because you were absolutely not missing this moment (that you would definitely be showing to Marc and Steven later); Jake Lockley, the last to accept your pregnancy, who was scared shitless about becoming a dad, was willingly running a race for his daughter. You can see him grinning at Sienna before giving her a thumbs up before getting in place, preparing to run. 

You giggle as you press record on your phone, filming Jake raring to go, that competitive look on his face, the one he gets when Marc is winding him up and dares him to do something (probably) stupid. You giggle, before cheering, “Go Jake!” before adding, “It’s for the kids!” 

You see him subtly smirking, obviously hearing you, the underlining message of take it easy hanging in the air. 

Sienna’s teacher clapped her hands to gain everyone’s attention, before calling, “On your marks…get set…GO!” 

You immediately start cheering with the other parents as the dads run from the starting line. You’re surprised to actually find Jake holding back a bit, giving the other dads a chance. You giggle as you followed him with your phone, seeing that he was aiming for third place. You cheer and whoop along with the other parents, and just when the dads were approaching the finishing line, Jake sped up, making it look effortless, before crossing the finishing line in first place. You’d never seen the boys in action as Moon Knight (it was something they tried hard to hide from you), so seeing Jake running like it was no problem at all took your breath away. 

You didn’t realise how fast they could actually run. 

Trying to hide your shock at Jake’s speed, you roll your eyes as Jake spotted you, before you finish the video on Jake getting his first-place sticker on his chest. He looked for Sienna before pointing to his sticker, Sienna giving him a thumbs up. Jake practically sauntered over to you as you shook your head at him. “You’re a sore winner.” 

“Baby,” said Jake, teasingly. 

“Couldn’t even hold back at a kids event,” you say, mockingly. “Big macho man, just had to win the dad race.” 

“Gotta show ‘em how it’s done,” Jake said, grinning. He was so proud of himself, and you knew he was doing it to annoy you. 

“Burro,” you mutter to him, and he gasps in mock shock, his hand on his chest as if you wounded him. 

“Nena,” he said. “You kiss our daughter with that mouth?” 

You give him a light punch on the arm, chuckling as Sienna’s teacher calls for the mum race to start. 

Jake raises his eyebrows at you with a grin but you’re already shaking your head. “No.” 

“Why?” he asks. “I had to do it.” 

“Because I won’t win,” you say, grinning. 

Jake snorted a laugh. “Sore loser.”

• Burro - jackass • Nena - chick/general term of endearment

[soulreader05]

𝓚𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓒𝓪𝓯𝓮 🐈 ☕️

Based off this au

Y/N found a box with stray kittens inside during a rainy day, and decides to bring them in the cafe because someone needs to look after these little ones. And that would be the identical black cats, Marc and Jake, they get to father Hiba and Sheba, who are twin brown kittens, Hiba is the wild one, Sheba is much more calmer but she will hiss at anyone who tries her or Hiba. She tolerates Marc and Jake, but she will judge EVERYONE in the cafe. Quietly though, because she’s that b*tch.

The twins have a little brother named Augustus, he’s an orange Arabian mau kitten, he usually sticks close to them but he likes hanging out with Steven, he tends to copy his movements. Gus is a very energetic and playful little tot, he love getting treats and interacting with humans. Steven lets the older cats in the cafe, mostly indulge him except for Blue, Jack, and Nathan.

Zaria is a rare Brazilian shorthair kitten with painted blue spots, her and Hiba get along fine, she’s always trashing the cafe, picking fights with older cats like Anselm, Blue, and Leto. Cecil was just chilling with his catnip when he suddenly noticed a little kitten staring him down, he meowed and she instantly jumped at him. And that’s how Cecil became Zaria’s dad.

Tokala is a rescued Abyssinian kitten from an illegal dog fighting rig, she was practically bait for big dogs, poor thing was left with scratches and bite marks on her big ears. She’s skittish around anyone that’s bigger than her, the cafe learned the hard way from when Cecil went over to greet her only to be met with a scratched nose. She got into a brawl with Zaria, that’s when Leto finally jumped down from his high perch and just snatched Toka up. She became his feral kitten.

Ebele is a brown ragdoll kitten, they’re very sweet and gentle. Their owner left them behind at the cat cafe. Anselm and Jonathan heard Ebele trying to call out to their owner, the older cats felt bad for the little one and looked amongst each other and that’s when a clash began between the two cats on who was keeping the baby as their own. Before any cat could lose a claw, Y/N quietly snatched Jonathan to get him groomed. Anselm from then on out became Ebele’s father.

Jamie is a grey american shorthair kitten, they’re very quiet and independent, prefers doing their own thing and watching humans from a distance in their personal spot. They don’t like socializing with anyone. So Y/N tried to pick out all the older cats in the cafe who seemed the friendliest to parent/mentor Jamie to get them to socialize. They didn’t like that, so the little one chose the only big cat that seemed to get them the most to be their dad and that was…the asshole. Nathan.

Parisa is a tiny Persian stray kitten, the second loudest kitten in the cat cafe. When she first got to the cafe, everyone had a kitten of their own, she tried to get any older cat’s attention or a human but they were sadly busy, that’s when Basil saw her all by herself and decided to take little fluff ball as his. Parisa loves to dress up and play with toys, she’s very energetic, she likes cuddling with Basil and she always try to kiss his injured eye.

Bambi is a grey pixie-bob kitten, he’s very gentle and curious, kinda acts like a puppy. You can tell that he used to be raised in a barn. He got to the cafe by Jack, he found the little guy on the side of road when sneaking out of the cafe one night, he took one sniff of Bambi and decided to keep him since he wanted to see what’s the fuss about kittens. He got attached to him very quickly.

Daisy is an amputee Burmese kitten, she’s very attention-seeking and mischievous as hell, likes to cause fights but never gets caught in the crossfire. To put it simply, this kitty…is a little sh*t and it doesn’t help that her cat mentor/father is a spoiled brat. Blue took Daisy as his own when she began her first mischievous act in the cafe, after that he instantly napped her and took her to his personal spot to groom his new baby.

Antonio is a orange ocicat kitten, he’s a very adventurous and energetic little one, him and Gus are buddies, and on occasion he loves causing mischief with Daisy, but his pranks are slightly more toned-down then hers. Tony enjoys climbing on the things, especially the cat tree, he likes jumping down on high perches. Jonathan saved him from falling on his dumb a$$, that’s how he got a kitten of his own. Now that poor old cat is gonna be stuck stressing over this adrenaline junky kitten’s dangerous shenanigans.

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*: :*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:

Tagging: @ominoose @sillymarillly @ladywynne @oddballwriter @reallyrallyauthor @hoedamn-eron @gingersforeverbox @libblesdoodles @xxjust-a-kidxx @iolaussharpe-24 @autismsupermusicalassassin

[terry-perry]

Villain: Seriously, how many of you freaks do I have to fight?

Steven: Oh, I’m the only one that matters. See, you messed with my daughter, and now, I am going to fuck you!

Villain: …

Marc: …

Everyone: …

Jake: Well, this just got interesting.

Marcy: It’s fuck you up, dad.

Steven: Wait, what did I say?

[soulreader05]

He would most definitely do this.

Girl Dad Jake energy

[blueumbriel]

Got to have those off days

Previous Artwork featuring Steven If you want a commission, head over to my VGen page!

[ivystoryweaver]

What a Mother Can Be

Pairing: Moon Dads! Steven Grant x mother!reader, Marc Spector x mother!reader. (Jake is mentioned). The story does not state that this reader has given birth to these children, nor the reader's gender, so anyone who could ever feel like a mother would be included here.

Word Count: 1.7k

Content: MOON DADS!! fluff, domestic fluff, kids, married life, it's Mother's Day, kissing, mentions of food and eating, there is a tinge of angst-ish, as Wendy Spector is mentioned, but this is not an angsty fic. This story is what I wish for the Moon Boys IF this is what they would want. They deserve to heal and they deserve a family if they want one - whatever that may look like. not beta'd

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

He finds you in the kitchen early Sunday morning, standing over a hot griddle, pancakes sizzling.

Your babbling toddler wiggles in the high chair, pinching one Cheerio at a time in her chubby fingers and stuffing it into her mouth, making a kind of weird mush as she entertains herself.

You back is turned to him so you don’t realize he’s there until his arms wind around you from behind.

“You can’t cook today,” he breathes on your ear, stealthily removing the spatula from your hand.

You giggle and pretend to shrug him off. “Why not?”

“It’s Mother’s Day,” he declares, with an adoring kiss to your cheek.

“So? We have two boys about to come barreling in here,” you remind him matter-of- factly. “My present to myself is not listening to them demanding to know what’s for breakfast.”

A sliver of shame shoots through Steven's heart. He intended to wake up before you and take care of all this: breakfast and the kids. But Jake was out late last night and he accidentally overslept.

“Dada!” Lockley calls from her high chair, playfully slapping her hands down on the tray.

“Hey, sweet girl,” Steven greets his daughter, bending over to kiss her forehead. “Did you know it’s Mummy’s day?

“Ma-ma, Ma-ma, Ma-ma,” Lockley wiggles back and forth, chanting proudly.

As predicted, two energetic boys burst into the kitchen, their tousled curls an adorable mess.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” the twins shout in unison, holding up a handmade banner, constructed from about 60 post-it notes stuck together.

“Wowww,” you whistle in admiration. “Somebody’s been ransacking my office for supplies.” You wink, kneeling down to inspect their handiwork, and assuming they were unable to locate the construction paper to make this unique banner.

Then you take a closer look as Steven tends to the pancakes, finishing them up and removing them from the heat.

“Oh…” Your eyes mist over instantly when you realize the reasoning behind using such small paper to build a banner.

"There's messages on each one," Grant, the oldest twin by two minutes, shyly murmurs.

"Read 'em, read 'em, Mom!" Your energetic Jakob almost tears the feeble construct apart with his bouncing up and down.

Several of the notes boast simple messages such as, "Happy Mother's Day!" or "We love you!"

A few of them have small handprints - Mother's Day classics. There's even a tiny handprint, with LOCKLEY printed messily underneath.

"We had to write hers because she can't write," Jakob states the obvious. "But she tried to eat the Post-its."

"I'm sure she did," you chuckle, glancing over a few "coupons" where the boys have offered to load the dishwasher, fold laundry, give you a back rub and the like.

Then you notice a rather good drawing of your family under a banner reading, "The Spectors": You, holding baby Lockley. Grant and Jakob are flanking either side of you. And there are three dads pictured and labeled, Marc, Steven, Jake, underneath, "DAD" written in all caps. "MOM" is above your head.

"Grant, did you draw this, bud?" You ask your little artist, ruffling his curls.

"Yeah. It was hard to fit everyone on a Post-it, so I made it on two. So you have to keep them together...okay?" His dark eyebrows shoot up hopefully.

You nod, continuing to inspect each one.

Jake has written a few notes in Spanish and Steven left you a riddle...which led to a second riddle underneath the first one. And a third.

Jakob is giddy, dying to tell you what the riddle's answers are, but Grant silences him.

The bottom post it says, "Turn around."

Curious, you stand back up and turn to find Steven holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand and a wrapped present in the other.

"One-two-three," you hear Grant coach. Then Jakob joins in. "Surprise!" Your husband and twin sons chorus.

"Happy Mother's Day, darling," Steven smiles at you, handing you your gifts. "These are from Marc and me."

"Thank you, I love them," you accept the flowers and kiss him sweetly on the lips.

"And Jake says he's going to get Frenchie to babysit next weekend so he can take you out in the city and 'show you off.' His words."

You snort, clearly amused. "Frenchie wants to babysit these three?"

"Yay!" Jakob cheers. "Uncle Frenchie! Uncle Frenchie!"

"Fen-he!" Lockley attempts, bouncing in her chair.

"See, everyone loves the idea," Steven grins, nodding for you to open the wrapped gift. "You can wear this."

A moment later, as he places your flowers in some fresh water, you unwrap your gift.

"It's beautiful," you gasp, touching the golden necklace, bearing hieroglyphs.

"It represents motherhood," Steven gushes. "Here, I made sure to get the paper that explains it all."

"Thank you." Wrapping your arms around his neck you hug him tightly. "Will you put it on me?"

Steven obliges, and you turn back to your boys. "What do you guys think?"

"It's pretty, Mom," Grant sweetly replies.

But Jakob has already dropped his half of the banner and is reaching for a pancake when Steven clears his throat pointedly.

The five of you gather around the table for an all too sugary breakfast before heading out to the park to get some fresh air, let the kids play and spend some quality time together.

Lockley can't walk quite yet, so she's rolling and scooting on a blanket on the grass while Grant and Jakob play close by.

Steven has already apologized for oversleeping, but you confess that you heard Jake come home extremely late. Lockley had a fussy night, so you turned off the baby monitor not ten minutes after he fell asleep and spent most of the early morning rocking your sweet, fussy girl.

"The perfect mom, as always," Steven compliments, with a sparkle in his eye. "And the day's not over yet. There's more to come."

You tangle your fingers with his, laying your head on his shoulder. After a brief silence, you ask, "How's Marc?"

You normally don't ask one alter to deliver messages for another. Half the time, they don't know anyway. But this is Marc. On Mother's Day.

"Quiet," Steven answers. "I think he's okay."

You hum a response, handing Lockley the pacifier she spit out.

"And you, my love? How are you today?"

Because Steven lost his mom too. And not simply because she passed away, but because the mother he thought was his was not real. Parts of her were real, to Steven anyway. The parts from childhood when she wasn't drunk, wasn't violent.

Those were Steven's memories to hold.

But he lost who he thought she was, as well.

"I'm better this year. Better every year," he nods, eyes focused on his twins playing together. "Get to spend this day with the best mum there is."

He gazes over at you adoringly.

"Thank you," you whisper, sealing your mouth to his.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Later that evening, after you and Steven have wrangled three kids into bed, you decide to take a quick shower.

When you emerge, Marc is waiting for you with a glass of wine.

"Happy Mother's Day," his dark eyes flicker down the curves of your body and he wets his lips.

"Marc," you breathe, taking the wine glass from his hand and setting it aside so you can throw your arms around him. "I didn't think I would see you today."

His strong forearms flex against your back, pulling you closer. "I'm here. Did you get the flowers?"

"Yeah they're on the dining room table. Thank you, they're beautiful."

"Good." Easing back, he kisses your mouth, before taking your hand and retrieving your wine glass. "Come on."

The sound of the record player drifts faintly down the hall, welcoming you into the den, where Marc has built a fire.

"I know it's May, but I turned the air down low," he explains, answering your quizzical look. "I know how much you love a fire."

You beam at him as he leads you to sit down on the plush rug in front of the fireplace. There's a tray with some adult-worthy snacks, like - the nice brand of cheese and fancy chocolates.

"No kids allowed," he winks, knowing you're always the one to give up the last pancake or slice of pizza for your children, or for him.

"Oooh, okay, this almost feels like an anniversary." You reach for a chocolate as the two of you get comfortable.

"Too much?" He questions, dark eyes focused intently on the way your lips wrap around the candy.

"Owh naw - its puwfect," you mumble, mouth stuffed full of a truffle.

Marc laughs, nodding mockingly, but playfully. "Sexy."

"I know," you humph, finishing your treat. "But today's my day. I don't have to be sexy."

"You couldn't help that if you tried," he smoothly counters, reaching up with his thumb to swipe chocolate from the corner of your mouth.

"You're really racking up the points here, babe, like, this is..." You glance all around you before taking a swig of your wine. "This is good. Really good."

"I thought you could use some kid-free time," he explains, "With your favorite things - without Jakob eating them all first."

You share a laugh, knowing it's true. Jakob is barely a middle child, but he certainly acts like one.

"If you want some alone time, just say the word," Marc adds, a bit reluctantly. "I just want you to be able to relax."

Setting down your wine glass, you pull him close by his t-shirt. "Don't you dare. You're mine."

You surge forward to meet his lips in a hungry kiss, the wine and the pampering treatment truly reminding you of more of a romantic anniversary setting than anything else.

Marc hums against your lips, cupping your face in his hand as you deepen the kiss, licking open the seam of his mouth to taste him. The wine and the chocolate and the essence of your husband soothes and thrills you equally as you melt into his arms.

"Thank you," you whisper, rubbing your nose against his as you part for air. "Thank you for making me a mother."

He touches his forehead to yours and earnestly returns, "Thank you for showing me what a mother can be."

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Moon Knight Masterlist | Holiday Fics Masterlist | Main Masterlist

updates blog - @ivystoryupdates

[moonknightblog]

Headcanon: Jake tried to get them emancipated when they turned 16, but it never went through.

[soulreader05]

Reasons why their kids got sent to jail.

Sheba & Hiba Spector Lockley : Arson, Museum Theft, Vigilantism, Assault against cops.

Augustus ‘Gus’ Grant : accomplice to the twins (Innocent)

Zaria Dennis : Vandalism, Burglary, Arson, Auto Theft, Terrorism, Assault against an officer, attempted murder.

Romeo Belo Tell : Gambling, Pickpocketing, Underage drinking, He also yelled at the top of his lungs that cops are bastards.

Jamie Alvarez Bateman : Cyber Crimes (Hacking into Area 51), Blackmail, Conspiracy

Daisy Jones : Arson, Theft, Murder, Torture, Physical Assault, Assault to officer. (She broke several cop arms).

Bambi Jackson : He was framed. His boy is innocent. (The only crime he committed was insulting a cop.)

Mushi, i just saw a post of Oscar Isaac characters reacting to their ex texting them that they’re in jail. Now I’m just wondering on how they’d react to their kids in jail? Because some of my kid OC are menaces to society.

Jake: I can't believe this, I am so disappointed in you. I raised you better than this! I raised you to call me before the cops arrive and deny everything!!!!

Steven: OHHOHOHO MY POOR ANGEL WOT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOUUUU 😭😭😭 MY POOR FING OH I KNOW IT WASNT YOU, ITS MY FAULT, ITS IN MY GENES EVER SINCE I VANDALIZED THAT TOILET OHMY LITTLE DARLING 😭😭😭

Cecil: did they find my weed stashed in the car door? wait, dont reply over text. tell em i'll bring bail in like... one orr five hours. i gotta pawn off my xbox. And dont drop any soap. xoxo

William: I'm not bailing you out. Doing time will do you good. Learn some cards.

Nathan: Fuck around and find out kid, I already know you're in jail, I've been watching you through the security cams for the past ten minutes. Stop fucking crying, you're ruining my credibility. PR is gonna be a fucking nightmare you little shit.

Blue: I'll have a guy pick you up in a bit. While you're there, see if Cuntrina is there, tell her she's late for her fucking shift. Also, you're being locked in the closet when you get home.

Jack: 🖕🏻skill issue

[skootiethedemon]

Ohh Jake your Pun are…to die for 😂 😝 I do have to say Jake making bad pun would be a hilarious gag don’t you think hehe 😜

[dis-aster9255]

Calm evening 🚬

[cheapbourbon]

“Is consort the same in all languages?”

I believe so Khonshu says.

…

I finally got around to doing some Fanart of my all time favorite Moon Knight fic series- We don't need to say it to each other by: deadonarrival on Ao3.

I don’t know if the author is here on tumblr or not. D=

Those fics= fucking perfection. Do mind the tags tho if you go looking, here there be monster(fucking).

[soulreader05]

Augustus ‘Gus’ Grant : Hi Mr. Dad! I got this knife for you :)

Jake Lockley : Gracias pequeño.

Gus : It’s a really pretty one, extra fresh!

Jake : . . . Kid, how can a knife be fresh?

Gus : oh! I just pulled it out of my leg hole an hour ago.

Jake : **drops knife.** (Steven is gonna kill me…)

[terry-perry]

Can I request either a Dad!Miguel O’Hara or Dad!Moon Knight where they’re singing luna de xelajú with their partner (the reader) and/or their daughter? thank you and I love your writing ❤️

Love this song!

Italicized lyrics - Marcy singing

Bold lyrics - Jake singing

Bold and italicized lyrics - Both singing

You woke up later than intended. It had been a long night as you had done plenty of online work until 2 in the morning. You wanted to spend a good chunk of hours not looking at a screen. Now that some of those hours were spent sleeping, it was time for food. Before that, however, you reached over to your husband's side of the bed. Unfortunately, it was empty.

"Aww," you whined softly. You must've slept longer than intended.

You slowly lifted your head off the pillow to listen for an idea of where he could be. The sound you were met with was unexpected as you heard two guitars strumming in melody.

They were at it again, you realized with a smile.

You slipped out of bed and made your way out of the bedroom. The music grew louder as you walked down the hall. You could hear Marcy's soft singing, almost like she was whispering. She had such a lovely voice. You and your husband wished she showed it off more.

You hoped these little sessions would do just the thing to help her come out of her shell, at least a little.

You entered the kitchen and, sure enough, your husband and daughter were seated at the table, continuing to play and sing together.

"Luna de Xelajú que supistes alumbrar,"

Marcy was getting better with her Spanish. You had Jake to thank for mastering the language. He was the side of your husband who spoke it, and he found the best way to teach her. He fueled his lessons with her love for music and taught her about songs he thought she'd enjoy.

The song they were currently playing together came with a sad love story involving a romance forced to end. The singer could only plead to the moon and wish for their love to return somehow. It was beautiful and tragic. Marcy loved it right away.

"En mis noches de pena por una morena de dulce mirar,"

"Luna de Xelajú me diste inspiración,"

"La canción que hoy te canto regada con llanto de mi corazón,"

Through Jake, she was able to discover a wide variety of music by Latin artists. He also showed her how to properly perform their songs by pronouncing them in a proper accent. He told her about the importance of rolling her rs and the tilde, among other things that made her sound almost like a native Spanish speaker.

"En mi vida no habrá, más cariño que tu mi amor,"

He never had doubts about her picking up the language. Not only was it in her blood but he knew once she put her mind to something, nothing could stop her from achieving her goals. He saw that in the way she mastered the guitar in only a few months and then added singing to the mix. It was just the confidence she needed a little more work on.

"Luna que me alumbro en mis noches de amor,"

You leaned against the archway and enjoyed the last few moments of the song with a soft smile. No matter what side of your husband was interacting with your daughter, they were always such a great source of strength and comfort to you as you were to them. Each special bond was hard to replicate. You were just happy Marcy could have one with each of them.

"Hoy consuelas la pena,"

"Por una morena que me abandono."

You gave a little applause for their performance. They, at last, acknowledged your presence by grinning at you in appreciation before Marcy turned back to Jake.

"¿Cómo estaba ese papi?" She casually asked her father how she did after the song was finished.

Jake chuckled warmly and leaned over to kiss the top of her head.

"Mucho mejor mi luna. ¡Bien hecho!"

[soulreader05]

Okay, so I thought of this as more of a family costume, basically, The Moon Boys and Layla are dressing up as Bob and Linda Belcher, while their kids are dressing up as Tina, Louise, and Gene, all from Bobs Burger.

Hello everyone!

What would the Moon Boys dress as for Halloween?

[rm14hitman]

Upcoming Cloak and Dagger skin could match with Mr.Knight.

Netease is giving in to the Dad Knight agenda.

[cartoonsbyandie]

Some favs