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popquizhot-shot · 27 days

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thinking of writing a prequel of reader meeting jake, thoughts?

Magic

Moon Boys x reader<3

summary: you were married to Jake and after the events of moonknight, the boys get to know of jake and of you. Steven adores you but Marc just sees you as a friend. Right?

A/N: okay the timeline is a bit wonky but here's what i thought while writing the fic. Jake dated you for a year and a half before putting a ring on it. And you've been married for three years. You met Steven and Marc a year ago and have been dating Steven for eight months. Marc became friends with you a month after meeting you. please comment and reblog if you liked it!

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

@jake-g-lockley

Marc was a lot of things. Pig-headed, stubborn, horrible at communication, a fighter. But he wasn't arrogant He could admit it when he didn't know something.

But right now he knew one thing and one thing only, that Jake was a prime idiot.

Marc stayed in the background when Jake was fronting around you, most of the time. Not always, of course. He wasn't a perv and one to to intrude between a husband and a wife. But he knew you. So did Steven, and you knew them.

He'd considered you his friend. Maybe one of his best, just months after meeting you. You and him shared many a night after Jake's missions talking and watching movies, when your husband was knocked out. You made him fall in love with chai, something that knocked Steven's socks off and he'd taught you the basics of baseball so you weren't clueless when you watched baseball with him.

It wasn't always so nice.

"You're married?!"

"Yeah, what's your problem with that?" Jake had become defensive, he wouldn't let Marc or Steven breathe a single ill word towards you.

"No, it's no problem at all, pal." Marc seethed, outraged, "except for the fact that I was married to Layla! God what if she almost say you when we were married? No wonder it ended!"

"Fuck off, man. You know full well why your marriage didn't work out with Layla. And unlike her, I told my lady fucking everything. She knows everything, from the cave to the sarcophagus. So she knew what to do and what to be careful of, including you. So don't blame my marriage for the reason yours didn't work out."

This was when Steven had interjected, he was unsurprisingly on Jake's side.

"He's right, Marc. If his wife knows everything then you can't blame him, and it's honestly rather mean and unfair of you to be angry at someone you haven't even met."

It took a few hours for Marc to calm down, and actually, apologise to Jake.

Hesitantly, Jake offered, "Y'know, if you want you can meet her. She practically knows everything about you and uh, Steven's most probably seen her around. She goes to the museum every week."

"Wait a minute! That lady with the Van Gogh tote bag?"

"Yup."

"Oh wow! She's really sweet, and beautiful! Hell, mate. You scored."

Jake had to smile at that, he knew he scored with you. For the longest time he felt like you were too good for him and that someone as kind, clever, intelligent and beautiful as you shouldn't have had to settle for someone like him. But you'd kiss away every ill thought he had about himself and reassure him. Communication was a very, very vital and important part of the relationship and you had helped him learn that it wasn't selfish to voice his thoughts. Especially because he put everyone's needs before his for so long.

"I know, man."

Steven had readily agreed to front and meet you, and Marc was okay with being co-conscious during the interaction as well. So on one fine day, Jake had brought them to the house he considered his home. He worked to contribute to it's rent, and buy things for it and for you. It was home, after all. You were his home.

Marc didn't know what to expect but when Jake had stepped in and hung his jacket on the stand and taken his shoes off, footsteps could be heard running from the main bedroom and he saw you running straight into Jake's arms. Jake laughed wildly, picking you up and twirling you around, much to your delight as you kissed the life out of him.

When he put you down, he could get a clear glimpse of you. Your hair was messy and your t-shirt was rumpled. And when he saw you smile he knew why Jake had fallen in love with you. Why Steven thought you were beautiful and sweet. Verything about you screamed, home.

Your greeting to Jake threw both the boys off, "Who the fuck are you?"

Jake smirked, "The fuck you mean, ma?"

"I mean, who." you poked him once, "are." twice, "you?" thrice and Jake started giggling. Fucking giggling like some little schoolgirl. You laughed too, and hugged him tight.

"Hey, baby." he kissed your forehead and you smiled.

"Hi." you kissed his nose.

"I have two guys who'd like to meet you."he raised his eyebrows.

Your jaw dropped a little, "For real? Wait, you're being serious, you're not screwing with me?"

"Why would I screw with you, when I could just screw you?"

The men in his head and you all let out a simultaneous groan.

Steven met you first, and it went swell, you'd both bonded over history and literature. And a love for Taylor Swift. But that was a secret. You liked him a lot and he positively adored you.

Marc, on the other hand, was much more closed off, he'd be polite, but he'd be curt as well. A combination you didn't know was possible.

After a few weeks of trying to bond with him, resulting in almost a small meltdown. It had taken Jake being knocked out after a mission and being too tired to eat to actually get him to talk to you over a meal.

It was one of the best things he'd eaten in his goddamn life and the groan he'd let out after the first bite brought a laugh out of you.

So yes, Marc would consider you one of his best friends. Steven and you had started going out with each other a few months ago and it was going so well.

But not Marc.

Because he didn't like you like that.

Of course not, you were his friend.

You were his friend who made him laugh because you had the same dark sense of humour. You hugged him when he needed one but was too uptight to ask you. You, who googled the Cubs and learnt everything you could about them just so you could talk to him as well, the way you talked to Steven about Jane Austen and the Indus Valley.

He didn't know when it became something more to him.

And he didn't see how you'd look him at him when he laughed, or when he was focused on the TV, or when he made you tea the way you liked it, Jake had taught him how to do that.

No, to him, you were just his best friend.

And you were currently crying your eyes out because Jake and you had gotten into a huge fight. He'd missed your anniversary because of a mission and he was working with Hathor's avatar. He failed to mention the part where he was forced to pretend they were a thing to prevent being caught and you'd caught him smelling of her perfume and gotten rightfully furious.

Not because of her, but because he didn't tell you that it had been happening for a few days. That the week he'd spent away from you, he'd had to pretend he was someone else's and he was too scared to tell you. That's why you were mad, because you thought he didn't trust you.

You'd raised your voice as he turned his back on you and he turned around, face contorted in rage. Steven tried calming him down as he stalked over to you. You stood your ground, Jake would never lay a hand on you. You knew that. But it was what he said, that broke you.

"You're being a fucking nuisance. Instead of trying to understand, you're being more of a burden by finding shit to get mad at. Grow the fuck up."

That prime ass had the audacity to call you a burden. A nuisance.

And then he had the fucking nerve to leave and complete his mission and give control to Marc. Steven had chewed the fuck out of him and Marc would have loved to as well, but he needed to see you. See if you were okay.

As soon as he stepped in, he saw you on the sofa, rapidly wiping your tears away. You sagged again when you knew it was him. Somehow you always knew.

He furrowed his eyebrows at your disheveled state. Your eyes were swollen and wet with tears and you were breathing very heavily and in quick spurts.

"What do you need?" Marc asked you, sitting down beside you.

"C-can I have" you coughed, "a hug, Marc?" you said in a small voice, looking away.

Marc immediately moved to hug you close. Shushing you when you began to cry again.

What hurt was that he knew, and Jake knew, and Steven knew that you hated being a burden or an inconvenience to anyone. And today, the one man you trusted the most in this world had made you feel like that. And he couldn't even apologize.

'Jake you fucking idiot.' he rocked you a little, 'you better come out and fix this. she may be our friend but this is because of you, fix this.'

Jake remained silent in the reflection of the mirror next to the door. He looked wrecked at seeing you sob, and tears were falling down his own eyes.

'Mate.' Steven spoke up, he sounded mad, 'You made our girl cry. Stop being a fucking coward and fix this!'

When he was met with silence, Steven seethed, 'Marc, gimme the body.'

You knew exactly when it was Steven hugging you, and you kissed his cheek and breathed him in.

"Oh, love." he tried to comfort you, "I'm sorry. You're not a burden, I promise you." he kissed your forehead.

"I know that, Steven. I know I'm not a burden to you. I'm scared I'm becoming one to him. He doesn't even want to look at me!" you sniffed.

Steven glared at Jake in the mirror, who was wiping away his own tears.

Steven and Marc knew why Jake was so worked up. They knew that whoever Jake and Hathor's avatar was after called their bluff. They knew that those people had found the woman's partner and Jake was terrified for you and he couldn't even tell you because he never, ever wanted to be the reason for any feeling you had that wasn't bliss, happiness, content, or pleasure. And because he was sure he could find those assholes and beat the living shit out of them for even thinking of harming you.

But it wasn't their place to tell you, that much was apparent. Jake dug his grave, and then jumped into it. He had to crawl out of it on his own now.

"I just want to be someone he's happy to be with." you whisper and that's when Jake straightened up, heartbroken.

"Give me the body, hermano."

"All yours."

Only Jake scrunched the back of your shirts when he hugged you and you moved to hug him tightly as he whispered apologies in your ear.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry I made you feel like you were a burden and that I was anything but fucking delighted to be with you." he kissed your nose and then told you everything. Looking away because he was scared.

"I didn't tell you at first because I didn't want to just say that I had to pretend I was dating someone else and then fuck off for a week. I made a mistake in assuming that'd you get mad and it's because if I was in your place, I would be. But you're stronger than me, tesoro, and I failed to see that and I'm so sorry."

"Baby, I forgive you." you replied and he breathed out a sigh of relief, "But please, don't keep stuff like this in, okay? You can trust me, you know that."

He nodded fiercely and then he kissed you. Noses nudging and lips parting as he breathed you in like you were his lifeline, and he yours. He cupped your face and held you tight against him and when he pulled away you smiled at him, your eyes shining.

Steven fronted again with a little smile and you kissed him lovingly with a whispered 'i love you'. He just winked at you and kissed the back of your hand and then your forehead again before Jake took back control and carried you to the bed, kissing you deeply all the way.

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Marc was fine, no he just needed a glass of water. He'd carefully rolled off the bed, thankful that he was at least wearing sweatpants and padded to the kitchen.

He should have known that you were a light sleeper.

"Marc." you began, your voice raspy.

He hummed in reply and held out his glass to you. You accepted it and drank your fill, giving it back to him.

After a few more moments of silence, you spoke up, "I thanked Steven for comforting me. But I didn't thank you." you cleared your throat, "Thank you, Marc." you said, sincerely, "You're one of my best friends."

Marc smiled at you. Actually smiled. And you smiled back and kept going, "And Jake and Steven know this and are okay with it so I-"

"You don't have to thank me, honey." he patted your shoulder, trying to conceal his tears as he looked away because god he was dumb. Dumb enough to realize now, that he loved you, "I'm glad I'm your friend."

To him, you were everything. You were sunrays and moonbeams and everything that he believed was magical as a boy. Everything he stopped believing in as he grew up. The first time you made him laugh and joined him he felt sure that magic existed after all, because what else could you be?

He tried walking past you but you held his hand and he froze, tears streaming down his cheeks.

You walked over to him and held his face in your hands. His eyes shut as you wipe away his tears. And he whimpered as you kissed his forehead.

"Marc. Open your eyes and look at me." you said softly.

He was terrified. That you'd seen past his mask and were going to let him down gently. Because to you, what could he be? Certainly nothing more than a friend.

"Sweetheart. Please."

When his eyes finally opened, they met yours.

"Marc. I fucking love you." you confessed and he let out a sob. Pulling you into a tight hug.

"I love you. God I love you so much, Sweetheart." he says into your hair, kissing all over your face, but not your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked him, looking at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

He nods and your hands travel to his locks and pull them lightly as you bring your lips to his own. Humming sweetly as he wraps his arm around you and licks into you.

Yes, he reasons yet again as you hold his face in your hands and smile at him, magic does exist. And it's in his arms. He loves it and so do the men in his head who cheer for him, albeit sleepily, looking at you lovingly.

And they'd never let you go.

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One More- Poe Dameron x Reader

word count:1832

warnings: It's my first imagine for Poe, and it's all fluff!

summary: The reader is shy when it comes to kisses but she can't help but ask for one more.

feedback and comments are always welcome, I'd love to hear what you thought! Love you guys!

-M

(gif not mine!)

Everybody knew that you and Poe were together. You were amazingly shy, yet when around the people you loved and were close with you were much more outgoing. You and Poe had been friends since the second you walked onto the base. He was the first person to truly pay you any mind and it was an initial surprise. You always looked at him as if he was untouchable like a distant diamond sky. You felt so far away despite how close you were in the vicinity each day in the hangar. The thing you wanted the most finally happened, and it happened with the most unexpected man. You finally got to fall in love, and you fell in love with Poe Dameron.

You got to wake up to him every morning, well on days when things were slower, which were rare.

Walking towards your room your shoulders tensed as you heard footsteps coming your way. You struggled daily with your bashful nature, anxiety crept up on you in situations where it was definitely not the time for it. You slowly turned around just to see Rey walking towards you, you let out a big sigh and your shoulders relaxed when she smiled at you. “I was sent to find you,” she said, and you looked at her in confusion. “Why? Is everything alright?” you asked with concern. “Yeah, everything is just fine, Poe is just busy and couldn’t find you so he sent me,” she replied and you nodded your head. “Oh, ok, well, I guess we ought to get going then,” you said and smiled at her softly. She held out her arm and you gladly took it.

“What’s he fixing now?” you asked her with a small smile. She chuckled, “more like cleaning… again,” she said and it made you laugh. “Of course, he’s cleaning his x-wing, what else does he do?” you asked with a huff. “He fixes it after going out and getting shot at, then blowing stuff up,” Rey commented and it made you laugh harder as you entered the hangar. A few people heard your laugh and turned to look at you, you noticed their stares and immediately shut up, and looked down. Rey noticed this and moved her hand to place it on your back, “Hey, it’s ok, they aren’t looking at you anymore. Don’t be shy about your laugh, we all love it,” she said with a reassuring smile. You chuckled and shook your head, “I’m not too sure about that,” you said and she rolled her eyes. “Well, I am. So, believe it,” she had a smug smile on her face.

Poe immediately perked up when he heard a bout of your laughter ring through the hangar. A large smile formed on his face as he searched for you. BB-8 whirred happily when he heard your voice around the corner. Poe heard you and Rey speaking quietly and quickly went to go greet you with BB-8 in tow.

The first thing you heard was the joyful chirps and whirs of the droid you loved so much. A bright smile placed itself on your lips as he came into view along with Poe. “Hey, beautiful,” Poe said giddily as he quickly walked forward to pull you into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his chest. He pulled away after a few moments and you barely noticed that Rey had left already. “So, you sent for me Commander,” you said with a raised brow. He chuckled and gently dragged you back to his x-wing.

“I missed you,” he said and gently placed a kiss on your forehead. A blush covered your cheeks lightly as he pushed a stray hair behind your ear. “I missed you too,” you said and averted your gaze. You felt a nudge at your leg and looked to see BB-8, and it made you smile, “I missed you too BB,” you said. The droid chirped happily and it made you smile.

“So, why did you send Rey to find me?” you asked Poe. “I wanted to get this done faster so we could have some time together,” he explained and you smiled softly at him. “And lucky for you, I’m almost done,” he said before going back to cleaning up the ship he took care of so religiously. You smiled to yourself as you watched him work. You never would have thought that you would be able to call him yours. You were so shy and he was so outgoing and had such a strong personality. You were bashful and had such a gentle personality. Both of you were intelligent, though he was reckless.

You didn’t notice that he stopped working and turned to look at you. He could see the far-off look in your eyes and it made him chuckle. “What’s going on in that pretty little mind?” he spoke up. Your trance was broken by his words and it flustered you. “Oh-uh, It’s not much. Sorry for that,” you said quickly and wrung your hands together. “And why are you sorry? There’s no reason to be,” he said and wiped his hands clean before stepping over to you. He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you close. “What’s on your mind?” he asked softly and looked down at you with gentle and curious eyes. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am… I mean, I never thought I’d fall in love, let alone be loved by you,” you explained. He raised a brow and he looked at you in confusion. He lifted a hand to grip your chin so you would look up at him.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked. “I mean you’re so outgoing and you know, everyone here knows you. I’m not exactly the most extroverted person here, I’m more of a background character,” you expressed your feelings. His heart hurt at thought of you thinking of yourself as so little. You really had no idea how important you were.

“I noticed you the second you got here, and I swore that I would get to know you. I knew I had to know you and let me tell you, I was definitely not the only one to notice you,” he informed you. You looked at him with furrowed brows

He moved his hand to smooth his thumb over the crease in your brows. “I still hear them talk about you, you’re too beautiful to go unnoticed, too smart to not respect, and much too sweet not to love,” he said to you and you felt tears prick your eyes. “You think so?” you asked shakily. He smiled at you sweetly and placed both hands on your cheeks wiping away stray tears. “I know so,” he said and kissed your forehead.

“I love you, Poe,” you said and his smile brightened. “I love you too (y/n),” he said before leaning in to kiss you. You stopped him just before his lips touched yours, your timid nature getting the better of you.

“Not here,” you said softly. And brushed his thumbs over the blush dusting your cheeks. “Just one?” he almost pleaded. You giggled a bit at his tone. “Just one,” you said and let him lean in and place his lips on yours. It didn’t last longer than a moment but it was enough to make you ask for one more.

Your shyness was getting in the way of you asking for what you wanted. You wanted another kiss but you were much too nervous to ask. He could see that something was bothering you, “what’s wrong?” he asked You shook your head, “it’s nothing, just- it’s silly never mind,” you said and tried to push the subject aside. He could see that you were nervous, “You can tell me anything,” he said and stroked your cheek. “It’s more of a question, but it can wait I promise,” you explained. He looked at you unsurely, as if telling you that it was ok to ask him. “Would you-” you spoke softly before pausing for a second and shaking your head. “Would I what?” he asked and ran one hand through your hair. “Would you-would you kiss me again?” you asked sweetly. It was quiet enough that only he could hear it. A smile bloomed on his face as he looked at you with love-filled eyes. His heart absolutely melted at the sound of your question.

He chuckled and it made your cheeks burn in embarrassment. He could see that you were self-conscious, and his laughter died down. He smiled down at you before leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. Your arms were around his waist, the feeling of him close bringing you comfort. “I’d love to kiss you again,” he said with a grin. You smiled slightly at his words and nodded. “Is now ok?” you asked timidly. He let one hand settle on the back of your neck while the other wound in your hair. Instead of answering he gently pulled you in and placed his lips on yours. Your arms tightened around him and you could feel his hand running through your hair. You never felt safer than you did when he was holding you, and it was no different this time. He pulled away and smiled at the content look on your features.

“You never have to ask,” he said softly. You felt his breath on your lips and it made them curve upward. You reached up and placed your hands on his forearms, and you felt him place a kiss on your forehead.

“Will you come to bed now?” you asked softly and let your thumb run in circles on his arm. He chuckled but nodded his head. “I didn’t notice how late it was,” he said as he noticed the population began to dwindle. “Well, I’m done with this, so come on,” he said and squatted down just a bit for you to get on his back. “What are you doing Poe?” you asked with a gentle laugh. He smiled at the sound, “Hop on, let’s get to bed,” he said and you shook your head with a smile. “Are you sure?” you asked. “I wouldn’t be down here like this if I wasn’t,” he said and you sighed before climbing on his back. He held you up making sure you wouldn’t fall. Your legs were lightly wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. You let your head rest in the crook of his neck and placed a soft kiss on his skin. He smiled and placed a kiss on one of your arms. He could feel your smile, and your soft breathing as he carried you to your room.

“I love you, my shy girl,” he spoke softly to you, he could feel you hold him tighter and it made his heart melt. “I love you too, flyboy,” you whispered.

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