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[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part ninety-four: "The Offer"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Karen, Marci, and you go shopping for the upcoming gala.

Or

Karen presents you with an interesting offer.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.] [FFTD Series Masterlist]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut, violence

a/n: So I split this part off of the gala smut installment that will be coming up next because I didn't want the smut to overshadow everything else. But hey, that means more installments! Also, tumblr is messing with my tag lists again so I apologize if they aren't working properly. Feedback is always appreciated!

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Picking up a fairly simple shoe from the display shelf that had caught your eye, you warily examined the three inch heel on the back of it. You didn't want to get anything that looked too dangerous for you to walk in at the gala this weekend, afraid you'd only end up embarrassing Matt and yourself if you did. Walking in heels certainly wasn’t your strong suit and you weren’t about to pretend that it was just to look a certain way in order to fit in at the event. But while you stood there studying the shoe in your hands, turning it from side to side inspecting it, a bright gold heel appeared in your line of sight. Your eyes immediately widened at the stiletto heel next to the slightly more sensible shoe in your hand. 

“I hope you're showing me that as an option for yourself, Marc,” you said, glancing up at her beside you. “Because I would absolutely break my neck wearing those.”

Marci scoffed, rolling her eyes at you. “Oh please,” she replied. “You wouldn't break your neck in these.”

You shot her a pointed look, a brow arching up onto your forehead. Slowly you watched as her expression shifted to one of doubt and uncertainty, her eyes dropping back down to the heel in her hand. Eventually she let out a defeated sigh, the heel lowering back to her side.

“Okay, it's likely you might sprain your ankle in them,” she conceded. “But then Matt could just carry you around all night, right? Do you really mean to tell me you wouldn't want that?”

“I'd rather him carry me around under different, less embarrassing circumstances,” you told her. “Not because I bought six inch heels that are the width of a toothpick under the assumption that I could spend an evening walking in them. Because we all know I can’t.”

“Fine,” Marci relented.

She turned, walking away to put the shoe back on the display shelf from where she’d found it. Your attention returned to the black heel in your hands as you once more contemplated your ability to survive in them for an entire evening. They didn’t look too intimidating–especially after the heel Marci had just suggested. 

“What about these?” Karen asked.

Glancing over your shoulder at the sound of her voice, you focused on the deep red heels she was holding up in her hand. They were stunning, you had to admit it. The color wasn't anything too crazy bright so it wouldn't stand out horribly against the black dress you'd already bought earlier today. Plus, they were almost the exact same shade of red as Matt’s Daredevil suit, a detail you figured he'd probably enjoy even if he couldn't see them himself. 

“You don't have to get black shoes just because the dress you bought is black,” Karen pointed out. “And the heels on these don't look too scary do they?”

“No,” you answered slowly, setting down the shoe in your hand and turning towards her. “They don't.”

You stepped over to where she’d been standing, reaching a hand out and accepting the heel from her outstretched one before examining it closer. She was right, they truthfully didn't look all that intimidating in comparison to most of the other heels in this high end store. Certainly more manageable than the gold heel Marci had just suggested. 

“Ohh, I like those,” Marci said, appearing over your shoulder and eyeing the shoe. “Definitely not too plain. I prefer these over those black ones you were just looking at. Nothing wrong with adding a little bit of color.”

“Okay, then. You’ve both convinced me,” you told them. “I’ll see if they have a pair in my size.”

With the shoe in hand, you made your way over towards a rather bored looking sales associate and asked for your size. Briefly they disappeared into a back room, eventually returning a minute later with the nicest shoe box you'd ever seen in your life. Which probably meant the price on them was something absolutely absurd, but so was the budget Matt had more than graciously given you for your day of shopping today. Something you were still confused about him doing since his sole reasoning was just that he wanted you to enjoy your evening with him at the gala.

Thanking the store associate politely, you took the shoe box and headed back over to the row of chairs near where Karen and Marci were still shopping. But as you neared the pair of them you overheard the loud, almost dramatic sigh that Marci had released. Slowly lowering yourself down into one of the chairs, you raised a brow at her curiously.

“What was that about?” you asked her.

“I have been dying for someone to just bring it up all day–just to touch the topic even once –but no one has. So I guess I’m just going to do it myself,” she answered you. “Are we ever going to address the fact that you’re dating Frank?” 

Her eyes pointedly focused on Karen when she’d asked the question. Karen, who had been eyeing a pair of dark green heels, slowly began to set them back down as Marci’s perfect brows shot up onto her forehead questioningly. Without further pause Marci continued on, clearly determined to cover the topic of Karen’s new boyfriend. 

“Because I've been waiting all day for the opportunity to talk about it, especially with hearing Foggy tell me all week about the office arguments your love life has been causing,” Marci explained. “I figured when I took the day off of work and joined you both for this girl's shopping trip that we would be all over this topic today but no one has brought it up. Not even once. But I mean, you're dating that Frank. You don’t think we want the details? Like… why are you dating him?”

Your eyes flew over to Karen, watching as her shoulders dropped as if she'd been expecting this subject to be brought up at some point today. Truthfully you were a bit surprised no one had mentioned anything until now as well, but you figured Karen just didn't want to risk being lectured once again. You could only imagine how much she’d had to deal with that from Matt all week already. 

Silently you watched as Karen blew out a breath, turning on her heel and making her way over to take a seat in one of the cushioned armchairs beside you, her arms crossed over her chest as she moved. Marci hurried over after her and settled down into the chair on the other side of Karen. With rapt attention she rested her elbows on the armrest and leaned in towards her, clearly waiting for the details.

“Alright, we might as well get this over with,” Karen said flatly. “Yes, I am dating that Frank. No, he's not insane. He's actually incredibly sweet, protective, and has a big heart. And I didn't rush into things with him either, despite what Matt might try to tell you,” she continued, looking back at you and rolling her eyes a little. “There's been something there between us for years but Frank never wanted to explore anything more because he thought me being with him would put me in danger. But he also wasn't entirely at a point where he was ready to open up to someone else in that sort of way after…well…everything that had happened with his family.”

“So does he still…do that?” Marci asked carefully. “You know the uh…activities he’s been known for?”

Karen’s gaze dropped to her hands in her lap, her blonde hair curtaining her face a little. “Yeah, but not to that extent. Matt won't exactly let him–which is for the best, don’t get me wrong,” she added quickly. “But he's an ex-marine who'd been taught how to do exactly that from his time when he was in the military. I can’t exactly blame him for defaulting to what the government trained him to do, especially considering that the people who were on the receiving end honestly kind of deserved it for what they did to his family.”

Marci shifted in her seat, peering around Karen and focusing on you. One of her blonde brows arched up onto her forehead again. “And what're your thoughts on this?” she asked.

You shrugged lightly, both women now focused on you. The heels you'd been about to try on were currently forgotten on the floor by your feet with the conversation that had arisen. 

“I mean, we all know how Matt spends some of his evenings,” you answered her. “It’s not like he hasn't done his fair share of similar things to criminals in the name of keeping the city safe. In some ways it would be hypocritical of me to view Frank differently–even if he has, you know, crossed a line that Matt very much refuses to cross.”

“So you just…are indifferent about this?” Marci asked curiously.

“Not exactly, but I don’t really know the guy,” you replied. “I trust Karen’s judgment though. I’d like to think she wouldn’t date someone who truly wasn’t a good person at heart, even if it's difficult for the rest of us to understand. And if this is something that’s been developing slowly over the years, I have no idea what’s happened between the two of them. Plus, I doubt any of us saying anything based on what we know from the media about Frank would actually change her view, because I know that alone wouldn’t make me suddenly walk away from Matt.”

“Exactly,” Karen stated, shooting you a smile. “He’s not the man the media painted him to be. There’s vastly more depth and heart to him. And he’s saved my life multiple times now– and Matt’s recently.”

A bout of nerves unexpectedly broke free in your stomach, a cold fear steadily unfurling in your gut at her words. You knew Matt put himself in danger going out as Daredevil the nights he did, that was nothing new, but hearing that Frank had saved his life recently certainly had an effect on you. Were those two getting involved in something dangerous in the evenings now? Involved in something you knew nothing about? Because you hadn’t heard Matt mention anything specific to you before, though you’d noticed he’d been a little more on edge some nights when he returned home.

“Well,” Marci said, sitting back in her chair, “I guess I’m just glad Fog doesn’t put on some funny little suit and run around at night like your men do. I don’t think I’d be as calm about it if he did.” Her head turned towards Karen as she focused on her again, her eyes narrowing curiously. “Is Frank coming to the gala, by the way? As your date?”

Karen laughed loudly, shaking her head. “No, absolutely not. He wanted nothing to do with it to begin with, and I’m pretty sure Matt would have an aneurysm if he did show his face. He says it’s because of the firm’s image, but I know there’s more to it than that.”

“Guess I’ll have to meet him another time, then,” Marci said in defeat. She looked past Karen, gesturing a hand at the shoebox by your feet. “Are you going to try those on then?”

Remembering the box on the floor, you glanced back down at it, though your mind was truthfully still on the comment Karen had made about Frank having recently saved Matt’s life. That growing fear of yours about Matt finding himself in danger and you being absolutely useless to do anything to help him suddenly hit you hard. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you felt your mood sour as you bent over and removed the lid from off the shoebox. The satin sheen of the dark red heels glistened in the overhead light, but all you could see was Matt in his suit, his body lying motionless somewhere in an alley surrounded by a pool of blood. Your stomach lurched and you bit the inside of your cheek even harder.

Karen leaned over in her chair, gently placing a hand on your forearm. “Hey, are you alright?” she asked softly.

Shifting your attention towards her, you caught the look of concern etched across her features. Behind her, you’d noticed that Marci had already risen to her feet and returned to browsing the selection of heels. 

“Yeah,” you answered, your eyes returning to Karen. “It’s just…you mentioned Frank saving Matt’s life recently and it had me thinking about something again.”

Karen’s blue eyes narrowed back at you. “About what?” she asked curiously.

You sighed, once more ignoring the shoes in front of you before sitting back in the chair and focusing on her. “Do you ever feel like maybe you’re…helpless?” you began carefully. “I mean now that you’re dating Frank? Even though I know things are still new between you both.” Shaking your head, you quickly added, “I mean, I know he doesn’t have the same urge to run around like some sort of superhero that Matt often has, but I can’t help but worry that if he ever actually needed help–or was in trouble or something–that I couldn't do anything. I haven’t been able to shake this fear that I just…wouldn’t be able to help him, you know? Because I'm not like him. I can't do what he does. I can’t really do anything.”

Karen’s head tilted a little to the side, something contemplative reflecting in her eyes as she studied you in silence for a moment. You wondered if she was going to tell you that you were being ridiculous until she finally spoke.

“No, I’ve definitely felt helpless before,” she answered softly. “Even before dating Frank. And I’ve certainly had it cross my mind that being with him could land me in the middle of something dangerous. Unlike Matt, he doesn’t exactly hide who he is when he goes out and does his thing. But that’s actually why I’ve had him training me in some self-defense and–” she paused, her eyes darting over to Marci who was clearly still very ignorant of this entire conversation, “–taking me to a shooting range lately. To practice.”

Surprise washed over you at her words. So Frank had been training her? To fight and shoot guns?

“You know,” she continued slowly, her eyes still carefully studying you, “if you want, I could see if he’d be willing to teach you, too. If it would make you feel a little better, I mean. Make you feel a little safer or more capable or whatever. I’m sure Frank wouldn’t mind.”

A nervous laugh slipped out of your mouth before you immediately cut it off, shaking your head firmly at the mere suggestion. There was no way in hell Matt would ever be okay with you doing that. If anyone was going to teach you self-defense, it would be him. Though, he’d only taught you some very basic things before he’d stopped, saying that you didn’t need to learn anything further. Because he always claimed that he’d be there to keep you safe–a promise you knew he couldn’t realistically keep. And one that completely ignored your fear about keeping him safe.

“Yeah, I really don’t think Matt would like that,” you told her. “He’s afraid of me getting too close to Frank for some reason. Doesn’t want to risk me getting hurt or something, I’m not sure. But I know Frank teaching me how to tie my damn shoe would start a fight. Hell, me breathing the same air in the same room as Frank would probably start a fight between us. One I’m not sure I need to deal with.”

Karen shrugged lightly in response before rising up out of her chair. “He doesn’t exactly have to know,” she pointed out. “At least, not at first. It’s not like Frank and I can’t keep a secret if it would make you feel better. I can’t imagine Matt would be all that mad at you for learning how to take care of yourself a little more after it's already happened. But it’s entirely up to you. I’m just throwing the offer out there.”

Your gaze dropped down to the dark red heels before you. The image of Matt's lifeless and bloody body in his suit laying all alone in an alley returned to your mind. You winced at the mental image. 

“Thanks, Karen,” you replied, eyes still on the heels in the box. “I’ll uh, keep the offer in mind, I guess.”

[jedi-luca]

Avenger Lane Chapter 10: Bad Romance

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention? 

Parings: Quinn Fabray x Reader / eventual Natasha x Reader(slow burn)

Warnings: Reader has a Penis, mentions of drug use

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You were sound asleep when the door busted open. You gasped, jolting awake still half asleep.

“Oh my gosh!” Quinn gasped, falling out of bed thankful you both had clothes on.

“Happy boythday papa!” Finley beamed holding a cup cake and Beth holding breakfast.

“Aw thanks sugar booger.” You say sleepily as your daughters climb up in bed.

“Mom, can you light it please?” Beth urged her mom handing her the lighter.

“Hmhm.” Quinn blinked awake taking the cup cake and setting it on Beth’s table. 

Finley climbed up on the bed with a huge smile on her face. “Papa, it’s your boythday! Yayyyyy!” She clapped.

“Hmhm.” You yawned, smiling.

Quinn smiled sleepily as she and the girls began singing happy birthday.

“And many more on channel 4, and scooby do on channel 2, and a big fat lady on channel 80, and all the rest on CBS!” Beth giggled, finishing along with a great attempt from her little sister.

“Aw thank you sweets.” You smiled, kissing all of your girls on the cheek. 

You lift the cinnamon waffle and give your daughters a piece as well as your wife before eating yours.

“Hmmm tasty!” Finley hummed.

“I’m still hungry… I think I need a little girl to eat!” You began tickling Finley and Beth’s laughter filling the house. 

Quinn recorded all of it on her phone and posted it on social media. Where your neighbor Natasha just watched. You looked so happy and so did the girls. The secret Tony gave her is eating her up inside.

Nat turned her head seeing you snuggling with your family as you all watched a movie.

‘Ugh how am I supposed to tell Y/N?’ she thought to herself.

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So far your birthday was going great. You spoke to your parents for a while, leaving out the tidbit of Quinn getting pregnant. You were coming back from dinner after dropping off your daughters with their aunt when you opened the front door.

“SURPRISE!!!!” 

You jolted in place, placing a hand over your heart with a grin. “Aww guys!” They’re were streamers everywhere and a large banner that read ‘Happy Birthday’

“Surprise motha fucka!” Santana and Brittany jumped you.

“Oof!” You felt the air leave your lungs feeling Santana give you a hug.

“Happy birthday best friend.” Mike smiled, taking the next hug.

“Thanks man.” You grinned.

Soon the gleeks all hugged you at once finally allowing your new found friends to get in on the love.

First Tony, the Barton’s, Steve, Peggy, and Bucky of course. Thor lifts you up along with Val and Carol. The Stranges nodding towards you. You completely forgot about them. They’re the only ones your wife truly liked. Truthfully you found Steven Strange a bit of an ass thankfully his wife keeps him in check.

Wanda and Vis, May and Happy. The Quills, Scott and Hope, Shaun and Kate, Marc and Layla, but the best was for last.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” Natasha smiled softly, hugging you close.

“Thanks Nat.” You squeezed her back.

Quinn loudly clapped her hands, startling you. “Alright drinks and karaoke time!”

You let go of Natasha and all of you made your way to the back.

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“Hey I was wondering where you went off too.” Natasha smiled seeing you in the kitchen.”

“Just needed a breather.” You muttered vaping your weed pen.

“Sure it wasn’t because Rachel is singing with Quinn?” The redhead kinked her brow.

“…No.” You muttered drinking the rest of your drink. You were crossfaded and ready to get shit faced.

“Hmhm.” The redhead chuckled sitting on the counter where you were leaning.

You grinned looking down at her jean covered legs.

“I got you something.” She said softly, taking it out of her pocket.

“Whhhat? You shouldn’t have.” You chuckled, taking the small box in your hand. You unwrapped it, opened the box and took out a necklace with the initials of your daughters on it.

“If you look through the top you’ll see them.” She smiled watching your jaw drop. You could see a picture of you and your little girls from the time you were in Natasha’s pool.

“Nat this is… thank you. I love it.” You chuckled, hugging her tightly against you. “It’s a really thoughtful and sweet gift. I love it.” You hand her the necklace to place it on you. She leaned in, unclasping the hook before placing it on you and leaning back again. 

“You’re welcome.” She said softly, you were both close and you don’t know if it’s her scent or being crossfaded but you have an urge to take her like a caveman. God, you get so horny when you drink. Her arms are still loosely hanging around your neck. You’re so close between her legs she can feel your bulge growing she leans in lightly kissing your cheek. “Happy birthday.” 

“Thank you…Where is Bruce?” You ask softly, stepping closer feeling her legs nudge you closer.

Natasha shrugs, she doesn’t have the energy to lie, not when she’s buzzed and can smell your scent.

“He doesn’t deserve you Nat.” You say boldly caressing her cheek.

She’s just going to tell you. Tell you her marriage is a sham, tell you that Quinn is the one that doesn’t deserve you. The words are on the edge of her lips when you start leaning closer “Y/N-” She husks arching her back ever so lightly to lighten the ache between her legs.

“You deserve so much better.” 

“The same could be said for you.” She whispers her hands now cupping our cheeks. She can feel how hard you are and God she just wants you to take her right there on the counter with your bitchy wife right outside. She arches once more so she can rub herself against you ever so slightly. You both hold eye contact as your hands hook beneath her legs. You’re both so close to pouncing one another when the back door opens. You both feel like the bubble has been burst. You both clear your throats as she pats your chest gently pushing you back a bit so she can get down. You turn slightly to rearrange your package discreetly.

“Hey Y/N.” Rachel cleared her throat, eyeing Natasha. “Quinn is looking for you.”

“Right.” You sigh softly remembering who you are married to. You feel a little sick thinking of the way you almost just ruined it due to a buzz. You walk away without giving Natasha another look afraid Rachel will sniff out what just transpired.

“So Quinn is right, you do want Y/N. It’s funny how they’re onto us yet they haven’t done anything about it.” Rachel says softly looking around the kitchen.

“Truly do not know what you’re talking about. I’m sorry, who are you?” Natasha furrowed her brow.

“I’m Rachel Berry.” The small brunette looked almost offended; everyone who had watched a musical or walked down Broadway knew her. “I started the glee club. Went to school with Quinn and Y/N. Tony award winning actress?”

“Ahh I see.”

“You know…” Rachel walks closer standing next to the Russian redhead. For once she met someone who was her height. “Maybe we could work together?” The starlet shrugged.

Natasha’s eyes widened realizing what she was implying.

“I can admit they would be better off divorced. Don’t you think?” Rachel furrowed her brow. “They’re both obviously unhappy.”

“I think you may be a little crazy.” Natasha chuckled, starting to walk past Rachel.

“Call me crazy but I see the way you look at Y/N, and I saw the way Y/N looked at you. You were seconds away from christening this countertop. You almost had Y/N. Almost. Your demise was doing it here in the kitchen. You’d have to do it somewhere no one would barge in and catch you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Y/N and I are friends. I am married.”

“Hmm. Hmhm. If it helps I’ve never seen Y/N look at any woman like that before. Not even Quinn. If we work together we could have them ya know… it wouldn’t take much. Their marriage has been threatening to crumble for a year now.”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you’re implying breaking up a marriage it’s sickening.”  Natasha gripped the handle when Rachel stopped her.

“I know you want Y/N. I’m not afraid to tell you I want Quinn. I’ve wanted her since high school. Y/N treats Quinn great no doubt but Quinn? The same can’t be said for her and everyone knows it. Just think about it huh? This little convo stays between us.” With that Rachel slips out of the back door like a snake as Natasha stands there in shock.

Natasha steadied her breathing a lot just happened and she needs to go back outside and act like it didn’t. God she has so much to tell you now and no idea how to do it.

The door opens again this time revealing Wanda. 

“Hey, there you are! Come on Y/N is about to play us a song Quinn got them a new guitar… are you okay?” Wanda quickly notices that her best friend was absolutely not okay. 

“I have so much to tell you.” Natasha sighed.

“Do you wanna get out of here and talk about it at my place?”

“No, no, I want to watch Y/N play. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

“Okay.” Wanda hugs her best friend tightly, helping her relax a bit. “Come on, I'll make you a drink.”

They both make their way back to the party when you are getting ready to play. Tina is back on bass, Blaine is on the keyboard, and although you’re missing Finn on drums Carol takes up the mantle claiming to be a drum God.

“Hey dude you okay?” Mike asked as you took a bump of coke. “How’d you even get that?”

“Santana.” You mutter taking a shot.

“Hey I haven’t seen you this way since Finn died. What happened?” He asks, taking you aside making you put the joint down.

“I think I almost just fucked up my marriage.” You hissed.

“With who?” Mike’s eyes widened. This was not you whatsoever. You lived for your family, you would never be the type to cheat.

“Nat.” You whisper.

“Oh wow. What happened?”

“She gave me a gift and I… Mike I got bricked up and we almost… We almost kissed and if we had I would have-” You inhale deeply about to have a panic attack.

“Heyyy whoa… Breathe.” He said holding your shoulders. “In.” He inhaled with you. “Now out.” He exhaled, nodding. “That’s it. Listen bud you didn’t cheat. Did you almost… yeah probably but you didn’t. You’re high and buzzed. I know Brittany gave you a mushroom you microdosed with her, vaping from your pen, drinking, and I don’t even know how much coke you’ve been doing. The thing is you’re out of it right now. It meant nothing.”

“I don’t know Mike.” You shook your head. “I was so close to ruining everything.”

“Hey stop it. It’s your birthday. You got carried away. You both probably won’t even remember this tomorrow. Now take a deep breath and go play your heart out.”

“Mike… Do you think Quinn doesn’t deserve me?”

Mike’s eyes widened a bit in a state of shock.

“Do you think I made a mistake marrying her? My parents did… Finn did…Sersi and now Nat-”

“Hey come on you’re spiraling.”

“But-” 

“You’re spiraling.” Mike shook his head. 

“Hey there you are!” Quinn smiled.

“Come on, everyone wants to hear you play!”

Quinn ushers you on the patio platform in front of the mic.

“I just want to thank all of you for coming out tonight. Thank you to my wife for setting this all up. Thank you all for the gifts and the drinks-”

“The drugs!” Santana cackled Quinn glaring at her.

The neighbors all chuckled. “I’ll take some!” Tony laughed as Pepper smacked his arm. “Ow honey I’m kidding.”

“Anyway thanks for letting me jam out with my old band. This one goes out to Finn I really fucking miss you man.” 

“Here here!” Mike clapped with the rest of the gleeks.

You pour one out for your old best friend before downing another shot.

You turn around counting with your band. Carol nodded and began drumming the first few beats before you and Tina joined in shredding it up.

“All her signals are getting lost in the ether

(That's what she wanted) 

She's a landslide with a city beneath her

(That's what she wanted)

So take a good look so you'll never forget it

(That's what she wanted)

Take a deep breath, I know I'm gonna regret it

(That's what she wanted)

Holly's lookin' dry, lookin' for an easy target

Let her slit my throat, give her ammo if she'll use it

Caution on the road, lies, lies and hidden danger

Southern Ohio’s breeding mommy's little monster

She's got a mission, and I'm collateral damage

(That's what she wanted)

She's the flower that you place on my casket

(That's what she wanted)

Savor the moment 'cause the memory's fleeting

Take a photograph as the last train is leaving”

Quinn always hated this song; she just knew you were singing about her. How could you not? 

“Holly's lookin' dry, lookin' for an easy target

Let her slit my throat, give her ammo if she'll use it

Caution on the road, lies, lies and hidden danger

Southern Ohio’s breeding mommy's little monster

“Think she’s singing about Quinn?” Tony asked leaning up to speak to Natasha. The redhead nodded, not saying a word. Truthfully she’s still thinking about what almost happened.

“(Better run, run, run, run, run) Holly, let me out

(Better run, run, run, run, run) Holly, let me out

(Better run, run, run, run, run) Holly, let me out

(Better run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run) Holly, let me ouuuut!”

“Yeahh!” Tony cheered loudly, clapping his hands.

“Damn I didn’t know Y/N could jam like a rockstar!” Sam chuckled.

“Kind of sexy.” Bucky muttered.

“Really?” Steve huffed.

“Okay but they’re super gay right?” Kurt whispered to his husband eyeing Steve and Bucky. 

“You can see it from space.” Blaine nodded.

“Poor Peggy.” They cringed seeing her sit next to her husband.

“Alright I'm gonna need my wife, Kurt, Mercedes, and Santana to come up here.”

You turn around briefly whispering to your band mates before turning around and strumming your guitar.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance”

“Ahhh this is my song bitch!” Santana laughed as the rest of the women and Kurt stand around the mic.

Everyone began to cheer before singing along. It was always a hit. Thankfully the gleeks remember whose part is whose.

“Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance!” Kurt sang.

“Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance” everyone sang next.

“I want your ugly, I want your disease I want your everything as long as it's free I want your love” Tina sang before moving so Mercedes could sing next.

“Love, love, love, I want your love (hey) I want your drama, the touch of your hand (hey) I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand I want your love

“Love, love, love, I want your love (love, love, love) (I want your love)”

Quinn stood next to you and began singing the part that always drove you crazy.

 “You know that I want you And you know that I need youI want it bad, your bad romance.” She bit your ear before you sang next looking right at Natasha.

“I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance”

Natasha gulped, were you sending her a message or was this just ironic? 

“Oh my god what happened in that house Y/N was totally singing to you!” Wanda hissed near her ear.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.” Nat muttered.

“Ugh, the suspense is killing me.” Wanda whined.

“Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance”

“I want your horror, I want your design 'Cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine I want your love” Mercedes sang. “Love, love, love, I want your love”

“I want your psycho, your vertigo shtick (hey) Want you in my rear window, baby, you're sick I want your love” Santana sang.

“Love, love, love, I want your love (love, love, love) (I want your love)”

“You know that I want you And you know that I need you ('cause I'm a free bitch, baby) I want it bad, your bad romance”

You desperately wanted to know what Natasha sounds like if she sang that part. You shake your head before singing your part.

“I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance”

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah Roma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance

Walk, walk, fashion baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, fashion baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, fashion baby Work it, move that bitch crazy Walk, walk, passion baby Work it, I'm a free bitch, baby

“I want your love, and I want your revenge

I want your love, I don't wanna be friends 

J'veux ton amour, et je veux ta revanche

J'veux ton amour, I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) No, I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh, caught in a bad romance) I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Want your bad romance! (oh-oh-oh)” 

Damn Santana still has it.

“Caught in a bad romance Want your bad romance I want your love, and I want your revenge You and me could write a bad romance (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I want your love and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Want your bad romance) Caught in a bad romance (Want your bad romance) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Want your bad romance) Caught in a bad romance Rah, rah-ah-ah-ahRoma, roma-ma Gaga, ooh-la-la Want your bad romance”

Everyone cheered and clapped.

“How often do you think they play this song?” Pepper glared at her husband. “I’m just saying they all had a part.” Tony shrugged.

“How many times must I remind you. They were in glee club together in high school.” Pepper grit.

“Good times!” You chuckled as the gleeks hugged and walked off the makeshift stage. “This next one was Finn’s favorite song so it’s a must. Feel free to sing along and pour one out for my boy.”

“Bet.” Sam Wilson nodded, pouring some into the grass.

“Sam it got on my boots.” Bucky gruffed.

“It’s for a fellow fallen soldier Buck, show some respect.” Sam Wilson glared.

As soon as the band began playing the intro Steve stood jumping up and down. “This is one of my favorites too!”

“Oh my.” Bucky muttered, clearly judging his booyfriend.

“Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo”

“I'm packed and I'm holding

I'm smiling, she's living, she's golden

She lives for me, says she lives for me

Ovation, her own motivation

She comes round and she goes down on me

And I make you smile, like a drug for you

Do ever what you wanna do, coming over you

Keep on smiling, what we go through

One stop to the rhythm that divides you

And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse

Chop another line like a coda with a curse

Come on like a freak show takes the stage

We give them the games we play, she said-“

“I want something else to get me through this

Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby

I want something else, I'm not listening when you say good-bye

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo

The sky was gold, it was rose

I was taking sips of it through my nose

And I wish I could get back there, someplace back there

Smiling in the pictures you would take

Doing crystal meth, will lift you up until you break

It won't stop, I won't come down

I keep stock with a tick-tock rhythm, a bump for the drop

And then I bumped up, I took the hit that I was given

Then I bumped again, then I bumped again

I said

How do I get back there to the place where I fell asleep inside you

How do I get myself back to the place where you said

I want something else to get me through this

Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby

I want something else, I'm not listening when you say good-bye

I believe in the sand beneath my toes

The beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling

I believe in the faith that grows

And that four right chords can make me cry

When I'm with you I feel like I could die

And that would be alright, alright

And when the plane came in, she said she was crashing

The velvet it rips in the city, we tripped on the urge to feel alive

Now I'm struggling to survive

Those days you were wearing that velvet dress

You're the priestess, I must confess

Those little red panties they pass the test

Slides up around the belly, face down on the mattress

One

And you hold me, and we are broken

Still it's all that I wanna do, just a little now

Feel myself, heading off the ground

I'm scared, I'm not coming down

No, no

And I won't run for my life

She's got her jaws now locked down in a smile

But nothing is alright, alright

And I want something else to get me through this life

Baby, I want something else

Not listening when you say

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

The sky was gold, it was rose 

I was taking sips of it through my nose 

And I wish I could get back there 

Someplace back there, in the place we used to start

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

Doo doo doo, doo doo-doo doo

I want something else

Steve clapped and whistled loudly. “Fuck yeah!” 

“He said a bad word.” Tony snorted.

You walked over to the Natasha with a grin.

“Sing a song for me?” You asked the redhead.

“Oh I don’t know-”

“Please? It’s my birthday. You can pick the song.”

Natasha sighed and nodded, taking your hand. You gave a lopsided grin and kissed the top of her hand.

You lead her up the patio. “What do you wanna sing?” 

“I think you know.” She kinks her brow and you know exactly what to play.

You take up your acoustic guitar and begin picking the strings before looking over at her.

“Boy, tell me, can you take my breath away?

Cruisin' down a heart-shaped highway

Got you swervin' lane-to-lane, don't hit the brakes

'Cause I'm feelin' so safe

I'll be your baby, on a Sunday

Oh, why don't we get out of town?

Call me your baby, on the same wave

Oh, no, no, there's no slowin' down!”

You grin at her, your eyes never having left hers and join her in the chorus.

“You and I, I

Ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

I'm on the back, I'm holdin' tight, I

Want you to take me for a ri-ide, ride

When I hula-hula, hula

So good, you'll take me to the jeweler-jeweler, jeweler

There's pink and purple in the sky-y-y

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i”

Quinn is bristling at this exchange especially when the redhead stands up and threads her fingers in your hair.

“Let me run my fingers through your salty hair

Go ahead, explore the island

Vibes so real that you can feel it in the air

I'm revvin' up your engine”

Natasha taps your chin and continues the song.

“I'll be your baby, on a Sunday

Oh, why don't we get out of town? (Why don't we get out of town?)

Call me your baby, catch the same wave

Oh, no, no, there's no slowin' down (let's go)”

“Quinn is going to kill Y/N.” Kurt muttered

“Okay but I’m loving this, their chemistry is through the roof!” Blaine smiled.

“You and I, I

Ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

I'm on the back, I'm holdin' tight, I

Want you to take me for a ri-ide, ride

When I hula-hula, hula

So good, you'll take me to the jeweler-jeweler, jeweler

There's pink and purple in the sky-y-y

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

No, no

You and I (you and I, I)

Ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

I'm on the back, I'm holdin' tight, I

Want you to take me for a ri-ide, ride

When I hula-hula, hula

So good, you'll take me to the jeweler-jeweler, jeweler

There's pink and purple in the sky-y-y

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i

I'll be your baby, on a Sunday

Oh, whoa

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i

Call me your baby, catch the same wave

Oh, whoa

We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i"

You quickly placed the guitar down and clapped whistling to cheer her on. You looked towards the crowd but didn’t see Quinn. Low and behold you couldn’t find Rachel either. You save that for later and focus on Natasha.

“That was beautiful Nat.” You chuckled and hugged her.

“Damn she’s sexy, Russian, and can sing?” Santana gawked with her wife Brittany.

“I know! No wonder Quinn is so jealous of her.” Brittany muttered.

“Where is that bitch anyway?” Santana squinted her eyes as she scanned the crowd.

“She went inside and so did Berry.” Brittany looked at her wife.

“Fuck Quinn.” Santana groaned.

Steve walked over to Bucky. “Buck.” He hissed. 

“What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost, or worse a naked woman.” He chuckled.

“Well.” Steve inhaled looking at you and Natasha.

“Oh shit you did.” Bucky chuckled. “Who?”

“Quinn and Rachel.” He whispered.

“What!?” Bucky exclaimed, making some people look over.

“Keep your voice down. It’s Y/N’s birthday.” He grit.

“I knew Quinn was no good.” Bucky muttered.

“Well we aren’t either. We are doing the exact same thing.”

“Hey take it easy, you said you were going to tell Peggy before she leaves again.”

Steve nodded watching Quinn and Rachel trickle out of the house.

“Do they know?” Bucky asked, looking away from them.

“No but they know someone knows. I broke a vase; I was in such shock.” He muttered.

“You’re going to have to tell Y/N.”

“Fuck.” Steve sighed he hated cursing but he knew this situation called for it. You and Quinn seemed so happy but then again he and Peggy did too. He knew he had to tell her and fast.

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“Okay spill.” Wanda said, placing a steaming hot cup of coffee in front of Natasha.

“Ughhhhh Wands!” Natasha whined banging her head on the table.

“Stop! Start from the beginning.” Wanda placed a plate of pancakes down.

“Remember how we had a football match back in August?”

“Yeaaaah.” Wanda nodded. “I had major FOMO that day.”

“Well Tony dropped a bombshell on me. Apparently someone close to Y/N turned down their full ride to MIT.”

“Oh my gosh!!! Shut up no!” Wanda gasped, her hand going over her mouth.

“Yes!”

“My money's on Quinn. She probably got scared Y/N would leave her and Beth or something.”

“I think it’s her too but Tony said we can’t just assume we need to talk to Y/N, but-“

“Neither of you want to break their family apart.” Wanda nodded. “That’s understandable.”

“So now I have this bigger secret than my fake relationship with Bruce, and now on top of that I have another that I don’t even know what to do with!”

“Oh my gosh what?! You’re killing me!” Wanda whined.

“Y/N and I had a moment in the kitchen last night.” Natasha sighed.

“Nat.” Wanda sighed. “Y/N is married-”

“I know!”

“I told you that gift was too personal-”

“But-”

“But no Nat. Listen. I love you but this is wrong.”

“I know.” Nat sighed. “I think it was just the alcohol… the only reason I brought that up is because of Rachel Berry.”

“The short one that kept singing broadway songs?”

“Yes! Anyway she cornered me right after and suggested we break them up.”

“What the hell? Hasn’t she been their friend since highschool?!”

“Yes!”

“What did she say?”

“She said she knows I like Y/N and she likes Quinn and thinks they should divorce that they aren’t truly happy together.”

“What a weirdo.” Wanda gasped.

“She told me to think about it. Now I have to tell Y/N that their career was stolen from them, and their old friend is a snake.” Natasha sighed. “Wands what do I do?” 

“Honestly, I would like to know if it happened to me.”

“But how do I even begin to tell Y/N? This is going to break Y/N’s heart, and worse, what if they don’t believe me?”

“You’ll have to treat it like a band aid.” Wanda sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. 

“This could ruin their relationship.”

“Or it could strengthen it.” Wanda raised her brow.

It was quiet for a beat when Vis walked in.

“I think the real question is Nat do you have feelings for Y/N?”

“Vis what the hell?” Wanda grit.

“I’m sorry I was hungry and didn’t want to interrupt!” He said, grabbing a plate.

“What do my feelings have to do with what happened?” Natasha asked.

“Because if you have feelings and you are both married granted yours is a sham-”

“Vis!” Wanda smacked his arm.

“I just mean if you have feelings for a married person you need to distance yourself.”

“Oh don’t worry after I speak with Y/N I’m sure they’ll stop talking to me.” Natasha smiled sarcastically. She was stuck between a rock in a hard place. One she's falling for you, two she needs to tell you her marriage is a sham, three someone stole your chance at MIT. How does someone even begin to unload all of that information?

[alexawynters]

Scarlet Whispers pt. 7

Gif not mine

A/N: A first date. Ish. Also, I do not understand fashion, can't put together an outfit irl to save my life. I had to do much googling and running the descriptions by several people before I deemed it "acceptable". Again, edited while stoned. Lissen. Lissen. It helps with my seizures more than any medications ever have and now that I'm allowed to smoke again, I will be. I wrote this while in the hospital if I recall so hopefully the time I was able to dedicate to it shines through?? Eh.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Trigger warnings (let me know if I forgot to tag anything): Mentions of past child abuse, stalking, horror, dubcon, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting, angst, smut. There will be bits of fluff tho.

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Masterlist with parts 1-6 here

When Wanda told you that morning she had a surprise planned, you weren't quite sure what to expect. As a woman with the ability to bend reality, the possibilities were endless. You inquired about the dress code, hoping for some insight into where she might be taking you. However, she left you puzzled when she said you could wear whatever you were comfortable in. When you sought clarification, expressing concerns about being under or overdressed, she delighted in flustering you. “Detka, you could wear a paper bag, and you would still be the most beautiful person in the room.”

You resisted the urge to flee the room when you saw the hungry look she gave you. Stumbling over your words, unsure of what you had said, you simply nodded and went back to your room to get ready. Soft chuckles echoed down the hall as you left, and you were thankful she couldn't see the pink dusting your cheeks. It was clear that she knew the effect she had on you, and her laughter confirmed it. It seemed like flustering you was her favorite pastime, and she had stopped pretending otherwise. Unsure of what to do with this information, you searched your closets for something suitable for the day.

Uncertain about the plan, but wanting to strike a balance between casual and dressed up, you decided to wear a dove grey short-sleeved button-up shirt. This choice exuded a casual yet polished vibe. The short sleeves provided a relaxed and laid-back appearance, while the button-up style added a touch of sophistication. Rolling up the sleeves suggested a practical and comfortable approach, perfect for a less formal setting. If Wanda were to take you somewhere slightly fancier, you could always unroll the sleeves.

For the pants, you decided to go with black slim-fit chinos. They offer adaptability, comfort, and the ability to seamlessly transition between different dress codes and occasions. You paired them with a simple black leather belt with silver accents. As for the shoes, you selected black and white Bruno Marc Rivera Oxfords. These shoes strike a balance between the formality of dress shoes and the relaxed comfort fit of sneakers.

Once you had picked out your outfit, you headed to the bathroom to get ready. Unlike witchy, you didn't have magic to speed up the process. Wanda hadn't given you a specific time limit, but it was probably better to get ready sooner rather than later. After a quick shower, you applied a simple layer of tinted moisturizer to your face. Feeling more prepared, you got dressed and made your way to the main hall to meet Wanda.

You were wholly unprepared for the sight that greeted you.

Before you stood Wanda, dressed in a red and black half turtleneck striped knitted peek-a-boo sweatshirt. The collar doesn't reach Wanda's chin, giving a tantalizing view of her neck, and the shoulder cutouts accentuate her defined muscles. She has paired the sweatshirt with faux leather dress leggings and black high-heeled booties. Her fingers are adorned with several silver rings, and you try not to imagine how they would feel if she were to touch you. As you take in her entire appearance, you gulp. Finally, your eyes meet, and Wanda grins knowingly, making you blush bright pink, and you know she has likely heard your thoughts.

“You look great, Wands.” you complimented, shyly.

The witch preens at your praise and returns it in kind. “You look pretty handsome yourself, detka. Are you ready to go?”

“Well since you won’t tell me where we’re going, I suppose so.” you tease, hoping she will relent and tell you the surprise.

Wanda simply smirks at your attempt and opens a portal behind her. Gesturing "after you," she invites you to confidently step through ahead of her. There was a time when you would have been terrified to go through any magical portal without Wanda physically by your side. However, you had seen enough of her skill to know that nothing bad would happen to you. As soon as you step through the portal, you find yourself facing a fish tank that spans an entire wall. Your heart soars with joy as you realize that Wanda has brought you to an aquarium, one of your favorite animal exhibits.

A soft hand slipped into yours and you heard the warm timbre of Wanda’s voice next to your ear. You could tell she was smiling. "Surprise."

You turned to look at the witch, your gaze filled with awe and gratitude. The only time you had ever been to the aquarium was during a school field trip, which you had managed to afford with some money you had scrounged up over the course of a few weeks. No one had ever taken the initiative to treat you to the aquarium before.

Wanda smiled warmly at you. "I know you feel anxious in large groups of people, so I rented the place just for us. You can take your time exploring any of the displays without worrying about anyone getting in your way. We have the entire day, dorogoya, and I have another surprise planned for dinner." She gently squeezed your hand and gave you a quick wink.

A gentle warmth fluttered in your chest, as if a burden had been lifted. No one had ever shown such thoughtfulness and kindness towards you. The fact that Wanda had listened attentively when you shared your fondest childhood memory of visiting the aquarium, and went out of her way to recreate that experience for you just to see you happy, made your heart feel alive like never before.

Overflowing with appreciation and joy, you couldn't help but throw yourself into the witch's arms. With her reflexes honed during her time with the Avengers, she caught you in a gentle embrace. As she felt her sweatshirt becoming damp with your tears, Wanda was about to ask what was wrong, but before she could utter a word, you whispered a quivering "thank you" while holding onto her tightly.

For Wanda, this didn't feel like the anticipated victory. Instead, her focus was solely on how perfect it felt to have you in her arms, as if that was how it should always be. She had missed you so much. While being the big spoon every night technically meant she was still holding you, it was a completely different experience for you to actively seek out her touch. Now that you were, Wanda never wanted to let you go.

She whispered comforting words to you while holding you, with one hand gently playing with your hair as you calmed down. After what felt like both an eternity and not enough time, you released yourself from her embrace and wiped away some of your tears. You apologized, feeling embarrassed. In a gesture of comfort and intimacy, Wanda's thumb wiped away the remaining tears from your face.

“You never have to apologize for your feelings, Y/N. Not to me. I am glad you trust me enough to be so vulnerable.”

You watched, dazed, as Wanda brought her thumb, the same one that had just wiped away your tears, to her mouth. While maintaining direct eye contact with you, she slowly inserted her thumb into her mouth and used her tongue to clean your tears from it.

“Uh.. Yeah. S-sure.” Ever the quick wit from you…

Pillow-like lips curved playfully. "Come on, detka, let's see what this place has to offer?" The witch extended her hand to you, and in your daze, you accepted it. She simply had to guide you to the first exhibit before your initial shock gave way to excitement for the day. Soon, you were practically bouncing from one plexiglass panel to another, enthusiastically discussing the beautiful fish you encountered. Throughout the entire experience, you never released Wanda's hand, and she was thrilled to let you hold on.

Wanda was captivated by your innocent excitement. Her laughter tinkled melodically as you narrated the fish's experiences to her, even going so far as giving them names. Your enthusiasm for your special interest, your extensive knowledge about fish surpassing her own, and your ability to provide additional details not found on the descriptive plaques, left Wanda gazing at you with love and amusement in her eyes. Of course, you were too engrossed in the beautiful fish to notice, and she happily listened to your enthusiastic info dumping.

As you explored the aquarium, you couldn't help but wonder if this feeling of joy was what children often experienced. Being able to take in the exhibits at your own pace, with Wanda attentively listening to your ramblings, made you feel carefree and happier than ever before. Never diminishing your enthusiasm; Wanda remained engaged throughout, even asking follow-up questions to your explanations. It didn't occur to you, but you hadn't let go of each other's hands almost the entire time, and it seemed that neither of you had any intention of doing so anytime soon.

The highlight of the experience was when you and Wanda turned the corner and you found yourselves in an outdoor viewing area that led to an enclosure. As you approached, your excitement grew - it was an interactive penguin encounter! A person dressed in a wetsuit entered through a door at the back of the enclosure and made their way towards you, indicating that they were ready to let you in. After opening the gate, they introduced themselves and warmly welcomed both of you. You turned to Wanda in disbelief, unable to contain your excitement about the opportunity to play with real, live penguins!

Wanda smiled tenderly at your surprise and gently nudged you to follow the trainer into the enclosure. Your hands only now separated, and you almost, almost wanted to skip the adorable birds just so you could continue holding the witch's hand. Excitement prevailed in the end though because how often does one get the chance to pet penguins?

The trainer went to get a bucket of fish and brought it over to you, demonstrating how to entice the penguins to your side. Although the semi-frozen fish felt disgusting when touched, you were willing to endure any uncomfortable texture rather than miss out on this opportunity. With bait in hand, you beckoned to a nearby penguin, waving the fish to gain its attention. Success! The penguin waddled over to you, and you tried to not to lose your shit at how adorable the bird was.

The penguins were clearly accustomed to human interaction. They showed no hesitation in getting close to you to retrieve their dinner. You had anticipated having to throw a fish or two before the penguins would come close enough to touch, but to your surprise, one of the penguins allowed you to pet it while it enjoyed it's meal.

All the while, Wanda stayed in the background, capturing countless pictures, and several videos of you cooing and awing over the birds. By now you had a waddle of penguins surrounding you, and you were thrilled to interact with each and every one of them, not wanting any to feel left out. Eventually it was time to go, but you insisted the trainer take a picture of you and Wanda crouching with the penguins, Wanda feeling overjoyed that you wanted her to be included in this memento.

At first, she stood slightly to the side, positioned to be in the photo but not to draw the focus from you. However, you weren't having any of that, wrapping your arm around her waist and pulling her gently into your side. She laughed at your enthusiasm, grateful for the gesture. While the trainer took the photo, your smile shifted from the camera to Wanda, filled with adoration for arranging such an amazing day for you. Unaware of your change in focus, the witch was too absorbed in the pleasant feeling of being pulled close to your side while the picture was taken.

At last, it was time to go, and the aquarium employee led you guys to where you could wash your hands. Throughout you were waxing poetic about how this was the best experience of your life, and you were pretty sure you were going to go to sleep that night dreaming about penguins. You couldn’t wait to print out the last picture of the two of you and frame it. You thanked the witch profusely.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, detka. I only wanted to provide you with a memorable experience.” Wanda smiled at you fondly.

“It certainly was that! I don’t think anything could ever top today!”

The witch grinned. “The day isn’t over just yet, dorogaya, we still have a little bit more.”

Your eyes widened. “More? What more could there possibly be?”

“Not much, but it is time for dinner, and why go elsewhere when the aquarium has it’s own restaurant?”

You weren’t going to lie, you had expected the restaurant to be cafeteria style, but you weren't disappointed by the idea. So, when you and Wanda walked in and saw the cozy, dimly lit restaurant, you were pleasantly surprised. In the center, there was a tube-shaped tank stretching from the floor to the ceiling, filled with some of the most vibrantly colored fish you had ever seen. The restaurant itself seemed to curve around this centerpiece as if it was made to showcase the tank. It probably had been.

There was limited seating available, with only one table already set up to host, situated right next to the tank. The table was adorned with a crisp navy linen tablecloth, plush chairs, and a small candle, creating an atmosphere of intimate seclusion. As the maître d’ guided both of you to the seating area, you couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful setting. Despite being a local attraction, this restaurant exuded a sense of luxury. Before the host could pull out your chair for you, Wanda intervened, gesturing for you to sit. Blushing, you followed her instructions, feeling pleasantly taken care of, as she carefully pushed your chair closer to the table and then took a seat herself.

The maître d’ introduced themselves and informed you that your waiter would be with you both shortly. Taking the time to get situated, Wanda asked you how you were enjoying your day so far. Naturally you launched into excited chatter about how wonderful it was, how happy you were to be here, and how thankful you were that Wanda had arranged this for you. You were practically gushing in your gratitude.

“Speaking of, witchy, how did you manage to pull this off anyway? Just out of curiosity. It can’t have been easy to get this done in such a short time frame.”

A wry grin spread across Wanda's face. "You'd be surprised what a little bit of magic and a black card can achieve." She winked, causing your stomach to flutter, and you gulped.

“Well consider me impressed. I think if I were to ever try the same thing, there would probably have a waitlist for a couple years.” You chuckled.

The pair of you settled into easy conversation, covering yours and Wanda’s favorite sights that day.

Of course, your favorite part was the penguins. How could it not be? Not only did you get to see them up close and personal, but you were also able to feed and pet them. You couldn't contain your excitement about printing out the picture, though intentionally not asking to see it on her phone because you didn't want to know what date would show, or if Wanda would even allow you to look. You didn't want to risk spoiling a perfectly good day by asking too many questions and potentially putting the witch in a bad mood.

Wanda's favorite was also the penguins, mainly because she found you incredibly adorable when you interacted with them. Witnessing your happiness, carefree nature and knowing that she had played a part in bringing that joy to you, made her immensely happy.

"I'm glad you're having a good time, detka. You know I would do anything for you," she said, her tone soft and inviting, as she took your hand in hers. Hearing the sincerity in her words, once again you felt upset with yourself for ever doubting her intentions. How could you even think she would betray you in any way? The touch of her hand on yours brought you back to the present moment, and a comforting feeling of warmth spread within you.

Just then, the waiter approached and introduced themselves, asking if you needed a moment or if you were ready to order. Anxiety immediately clouded your mind as you realized you hadn't even opened the menu yet. Before your panic could set in though, Wanda spoke up and ordered for both of you. It was interesting to you, because in past experiences you aggressively disliked when someone ordered for you without consulting you first. This time however you felt surprisingly comforted by it.

Perhaps it was because Wanda was a mind reader, or maybe she just knew you well enough to choose the perfect meal for you. Either way, you were more than content with the meal she had picked. Not to mention the warm feeling blooming in your chest at Wanda, having no doubt noticed your anxiety, had simply taken charge of the moment, so you didn't even have to think.

Once the food arrived, you realized that you were in fact ravenous. The embarrassingly loud growl from your stomach served as a reminder that neither you nor Wanda had eaten anything since breakfast. Sharing a knowing glance, you both burst into giggles. The food turned out to be even more delicious than anything you had ever expected, and you attributed it all to the witch standing before you. An immense sense of gratitude towards Wanda washed over you and you weren't sure if you could ever properly express it.

You glanced at the witch after taking your first bite and were surprised to see her thin hazel irises almost entirely eclipsed by blown pupils. Blinking, you replayed the last thirty seconds in your head to understand what had happened and realized that you might have accidentally moaned at the taste of the incredible food. Oops.

Meanwhile, Wanda's food remained on her fork, halfway to her mouth. The intensity of her gaze made you squirm, feeling as if she would prefer to devour you instead of the food currently on her fork. Your cheeks turned pink, and you coughed, feeling embarrassed.

You mumbled quietly, "The food is amazing."

Voice husky, thick with an emotion you weren’t sure you were ready to name, Wanda replied, “I’m glad you are enjoying it, lyubov moya. Eat as much as you want, if you want more, we can always order extra.” She finally took the bite which had been suspended, all the while never breaking eye contact with you. You subtly rubbed your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure caused by the increased blood flow to your core.

You quickly redirected your attention to your dinner, trying not to wolf it down in an attempt to distract yourself from the tension. Although you weren't completely certain about the situation, it seemed a possibility that the witch was flirting with you. The atmosphere had suddenly become so tense, and you struggled to understand it. Lack of experience with romantic partners, coupled with your tendency to feel awkward when someone you liked showed even the slightest interest, made it difficult for you. It's no surprise that your social ineptitude often prevented many romantic connections from flourishing in the first place.

Sensing your unease, Wanda swiftly breezed onto another topic. There would be an opportunity to press later on, but it was important to find the right balance between pursuing you and scaring you off. Luckily, she had plenty of time to make it work. And being able to read minds certainly helped.

Grateful for the reprieve, you effortlessly transitioned to the new topic, and suddenly everything felt right again. The rest of dinner went by without any further incidents, and you could honestly say that this day was possibly the best moment of your life.

Wanda appeared to understand your desires, needs, and worries with practiced ease. You had very few friends before meeting her, but after today, you would consider her to be your favorite person. Sure, there had been a few hiccups along the way, and perhaps some concerning signs that you should probably investigate further, but overall, Wanda made you feel secure and content. That was more than enough for you to view things through some rose-tinted glasses as you found yourself yearning for more of her time and attention.

All good things must come to an end, and eventually, the waiter arrived with the check. True to her word, Wanda discreetly presented her black card for payment, aiming to do so in a subtle manner that was not ostentatious. As you both stood to leave, you subtly glanced at the bill, eyes widening at the price as well as the generous tip she left. She had not been kidding about her funds, and briefly, you wondered where the money came from. You hadn't known Wanda to have a job the entire time you had known her. Then again, perhaps the superhero gigs had paid well? You had half a mind to ask her about it later, but knowing you, it would probably be forgotten.

Once out of sight of the aquarium staff, the witch opened a portal back to your cottage. With her arm still around you, you both headed home.

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[lizzie-is-here]

lonely is a man without love

part vii- choice

“hug me like the night holds the moon” - alexandra vasiliu

summary: fighting egyptian gods honestly isn’t that bad, especially when marc and steven look so good in their suits

wordcount: 2.1k

warnings: language, violence, honestly i think that’s it, not much fluff but i’ll make up for it in the last part i promise

a/n: thank y’all for being so patient with me, this isn’t the last part, there will be one more bc i want the moon boys to meet the avengers 😏 also wondering how oscar isaac feels knowing he’s played some of the hottest characters to exist bc my miguel obsession is concerning 💀 i hope y’all enjoy, love you all sm, have a great day 🫶🫶🫶

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“That’s fucking disgusting,” you murmur to yourself as three bullets fall out of your slowly-healing wounds.

Coming back from the dead was remarkably unremarkable, you think. However, the sensation of ammunition leaving your body on its own was rather unpleasant.

Heaving strained sighs, you wring out your hair as you make sure the room is empty.

“Ok, Taweret, what now?” you ask.

You don’t expect your body to seize up, and for her voice to leave your throat as you uncontrollably spew words.

“There will be an opening in a nearby wall to where Khonshu’s ushabti is at the Chamber of the Gods. Do you see it?”

You gasp, coughing from the intrusion. A few yards away, the bricks open, revealing a shady tunnel with glowing hieroglyphs. You still don’t fuck with small, dark, magic tunnels. But, you suppose you don’t have much of an option.

“Alright. I’m going in.”

The tunnel opens up to a massive chamber, and you can see Harrow and his team at the entrance, confronting what seem to be more avatars. You sneak past in perfect silence, weaving through tunnels on an instinct you suspect is controlled by Taweret.

Finally, you reach a wall of lamps. In front of each one is a tiny statue. Scanning each one, your eyes land on one that seems newer than the others.

“Surprise,” you singsong. “I’d recognize that ugly face anywhere. Now what?”

The same uncomfortable sensation takes over your voice.

“Smash it on the ground, it’ll free him.”

You raise the ushabti above your head before hurling it with some personal spite. It shatters on the floor, and the fog that emanates from it rises into a form.

“I do not sense Marc Spector in this world,” he announces. “He died fighting, no doubt.”

You raise a brow. “Yeah, no shit. Doing your dirty work.”

“It’s far from over. If Marc is truly gone, I am in need of an Avatar. Would you protect the travelers of the night-“

You wave your hands, cutting him off. “Would you shut the fuck up? I’m already Taweret’s temporary Avatar. Go resurrect Marc before I get Wanda to curse you.”

The god disappears in a cloud of dust, and you hear his voice echo from the main chamber. You listen in silence before a loud beeping interrupts.

When you look down at your gauntlet, the small screen displays words that make you audibly groan.

“Shit, shit shit shit,” you hiss, hurrying to the main chamber while also desperately trying to hang up the call. “Not the time, Nat!”

As you turn a corner, you come face to face with a squad of Harrow’s followers, and in your panic, you press the wrong button.

“Hey (Y/N)!” a chorus of voices say. Team dinner, shit again.

“Sorry guys, kinda busy right now!” you shout back, shooting down three people as you whip out a baton.

Wanda’s voice calls out through the fight.

“I felt your heart stop, (Y/N), what’s going on?”

Grunting, you throw a man into the wall before hopping on a woman’s shoulders to fling her backward.

Sighing, you tap the gauntlet, projecting the call so you can see their worried faces gathered around the phone.

“No biggie, I died for a little bit, but I’m all good.”

At the instant outburst, you wince. Probably should’ve chosen different words.

“Маленький паучок, ты такой мертвый, когда вернешься домой [Little spider, you’re so dead when you get home]!”

You roll your eyes, brushing off the term of endearment. With the room cleared, you run out of the Chamber of the Gods, right out the front of the Great Pyramid. Left and right, Harrow’s followers are judging the souls of civilians. Great. More headaches for you.

“Shit, kid. You need me and Buck to come over there?”

“He’s right, I’ll kill whoever did it.”

Firing blasts of energy from the gauntlets, you start taking down as many fanatics as you can. You’d rather not shoot them, but it would be easier, you have to admit.

“Did you at least die in a cool way?”

“Yelena, not the time.”

“C’mon, Cap. Let her have her fun.”

“Don’t start with me, Tony.”

“Guys!” you yell over the arguing. “I’m fine. We might have a new recruit, too. If he gets revived.”

Yelena gapes at the phone.

“You died together? Wow, pretty serious.” She wiggles her eyebrows as you strike down a man trying to grab at you. “Have you two kissed yet?”

You blush. “…Yes.”

The loud reactions have you cringing, but the blonde assassin grins.

“Awww… That’s disgusting. But I’m happy for you!” She shoves the phone to a very worried Natasha.

The redhead sighs as the team goes back to lighthearted bickering.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks.

You duck behind a corner, catching your breath. “Yeah, yeah Nat. I promise. I’ll be home soon, okay?”

She nods, and with one last goodbye, ends the call.

You slump against the wall you’re hidden behind, groaning and mumbling curses. When you peek out, you see a giant crocodile goddess swallowing souls.

“Oh, wonderful,” you sigh. “How the fuck am I supposed to fight that?”

“I have an idea!” Your voice says, once again not your own. “Plus, it comes with a rather fashionable outfit.”

Coughing as Taweret invades your senses, you shake your head. “Sorry, I don’t do those weird superhero costumes.”

“Please? It has wings- Ooh, and swords!”

“Ok, how about a compromise,” you suggest. “Just add the wings and swords to my suit?”

Apparently, the goddess is happy with that, because large metal wings form down your back, glinting silver in the candlelight. You can feel the handles of swords under them. When you wave an arm, the corresponding wing follows your movements.

“Oh…” you chuckle. “Sam’s gonna be SO jealous.”

Your moment of pure glee gets interrupted when a small white blur flies by, carrying a screaming man along.

“Ah. Glad to see you back, idiots,” you whisper to yourself, preparing to run over to where they fell. Instead, the wings boost you up onto the nearest building.

Taking a moment to balance yourself, you quickly adapt to the feeling of gliding on the metal wings and swoop in in time to kick Harrow’s ugly face before he strikes Marc.

Marc takes you in. The wings, the smirk on your face, the fact that you’re okay. He can’t help but be amazed.

When Harrow tries to strike again, you cross your arms, repelling the blast with the wings.

“Marc, are you-”

You get cut off by a tight hug and a kiss planted on your forehead.

“You’re alright,” he whispers, almost like he doesn't believe it. His hands hold you like you’ll disappear. He barely pauses before pulling you into a kiss, tension leaving his body as he sighs against your lips.

You smile. “I’m alright, it’s okay.”

In a flash, his suit changes, along with his voice.

“Wow, you look amazing. Where’d you get the wings?” Steven asks.

“Hi, Steven,” you chuckle as you turn. Harrow is finally standing up from where you knocked him on his ass, and dozens of his followers have gathered.

Steven perks up. “Hey, I’m really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have.”

It’s impossible to not grin at his antics. “Alright, let’s see it.”

You both break into a dead sprint, with you using the wings to boost you. The new swords fit perfectly in your hands, becoming deadly as you combine them with your baton training, twirling and twisting the blades as you slash through men.

When you turn around to check on Steven, you see Marc instead.

“It’s good to know you two are getting along now,” you chirp before charging forward, cutting down whoever you need to to get to the man at the center of it all.

You strike Harrow’s staff with both swords, tag-teaming him with Marc. You make a deadly combination. That is, until he slams the staff on the ground and sends you flying,

He holds you down, hand raised above you, before Steven tackles him away, leaving you to catch your breath.

The fight only escalates from there. Marc and Steven switch seamlessly, leaning into each others’ strengths. They fight Harrow to a standstill, holding him back from wrecking the world. Usual superhero stakes.

You, however, are preoccupied. Namely with ripping the doors off of vans and helping civilians.

A purple glow blooms behind you, and you can spot Marc holding back Harrow’s magic as you rush pedestrians away from the area.

Blocking bullets, you dive back into the fight as soon as you clear the area. But you don’t get far.

A stray blast of magic throws you to the ground. Hard. You groan as the tingling, nauseating feeling rushes over you. Your legs are too shaky to get up.

When you fight to raise your head, you see Marc. He took the brunt of the strike, evidenced by the crater he lays in. Harrow is stalking closer, raising his staff above him. When he brings it down, you can see the power leaving Marc’s body.

And you can’t have the first boyfriend (kind of? maybe?) you’ve ever had die before he even takes you out on a date.

The brick you hurl at Harrow hits his knee with careful precision, and he stumbles. With a vicious kick to his ribs, you knock him far enough away to help Marc up.

But it’s not Marc.

His suit may be the same, but the eyes are different. More tired. His posture is guarded, and the way he holds the crescent dagger is more offensive than defensive.

He says nothing as you head into the fray. Whoever he is, it’s the same alter that was on the roof in Cairo, and he’s ruthless.

Steven fights with blunt weapons. Marc fights with knives, but more on the defensive. Whoever this is… He fights like you.

You fight in tandem, whittling down Harrow’s strength until eventually, you break his staff over your knee and whoever’s controlling the body nearly kills him with the force he uses to take him down.

His eyes roll back, and Marc returns.

The fear in his eyes is enough to know that he has no clue what happened. He stands with your help, shakily surveying the area.

“That wasn’t you, was it, Steven?”

The other man fronts effortlessly, gripping your arm a bit tighter.

“Not a chance, mate,” he gasps.

“Whoever it was,” you say. “He’s been hiding all this time. And he’s definitely more violent than either of you.”

Far away, Ammit begins dragging an unconscious Khonshu away. You curse under your breath, watching the two giant gods disappear from your sight.

You turn to Marc. “Get Harrow. I know how we can stop Ammit.”

Dragging an unconscious man is easy work for him, and Marc tosses him onto an altar inside the Chamber of the Gods with little regard to further injuring him.

The chamber may be destroyed, but the magic still lingers. It’s residual energy, and takes a while to dissipate, you’ve learned. You’ve stumbled into Wanda’s red swirls and had horrible flashbacks for hours too many times to not learn your lesson.

“If you can imprison a god in a statue, why not a person? The power in this room should help us bind Ammit to Harrow’s body.” You glance up to the ceiling. “Taweret? Got a spell for us?”

Instead of losing control of your voice, you can hear her in your mind, merely guiding your actions.

You nod after a few seconds. “Ok. She says to take my hand, and we can start the spell.”

The strange sensation is back, and this time you’re chanting in Egyptian, hardly understanding the words as a lavender glow wraps around the room.

It circles the statues of the gods. For how destroyed the room is, they’re still intact. It completes the loop, leaving Marc’s hand and ending in yours.

A lavender haze streams from the ceiling, funneling into Harrow’s mouth as his eyes snap open.

“You can never contain me,” he says, voice overlapping with Ammit’s. “I’ll never stop.”

Khonshu appears next to you. You’ve grown used to it now, barely reacting.

“Finish it,” he growls. “And leave neither of them alive.

As Marc stands above Harrow, knife at the ready, your stomach twists.

“While he lives, so too does she.”

“I have to finish this,” Marc whispers to himself. “If not, I’ll never be free.”

You furrow your brow. “Marc. You are free. This is your choice.”

Khonshu cuts in. “The choice is vengeance. We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.”

“Now you sound just like her,” Marc says.

He drops the man on the altar, and your heart swells.

“If you want them dead, do it yourself.” You can’t control the smirk on your face as he stares the god dead in the eye.

Right before he speaks again, he glances at you for reassurance. You nod.

“Now, release us.”

[daphnefisherofficial]

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - MOON MAGIC AND MYSTERIES OF THE NIGHT WE MET.

“Who in their right mind would name themselves ‘Jake Lockley’?” Marc sneered, prompting Jake’s astral form to abruptly rise, about to throw fists at the Chicago man a few meters away from him.

“If this hijo de puta doesn’t shut up–”

“Will you two shut it?!” Steven finally shouted, acting as the middle ground between his mental brothers before turning his attention to you who is now sporting a bewildered look. “Mira? Are you alright?”

“I’m okay, Steven, don’t worry. Just trying to wrap my head around all of this”, you finally spoke, nodding gratefully to Steven as you grasped Jake’s hand in his astral form to physically express your gratitude. “First thing’s first - it’s nice to finally meet you, Jake Lockley”

“The honor is mine, princesa”, Jake chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your hand as Steven prevented the currently frustrated Marc to launch himself at his suave, Spanish-speaking New Yorker alter. “Hola a ti también, Steven, Marc.”

Hello to you too, Steven, Marc.

“Hello, Jake”, Steven greeted politely, waving an awkward hello. Marc, on the other hand, merely grimaces before flipping the bird, prompting Jake to chuckle at his host’s childishness.

“Looks like this is going to be more chaotic than I thought”, you shook your head as you couldn’t help but smile at the amusing interactions happening before you. This is proving to be a very strange day for you, no Sorcerer Supreme pun intended.

The room seemed to hum with energy as you circled around, absorbing the revelations that had just been thrust upon you. The three men in their respective corporeal forms simply observe as you work your moon magic, placing a protective spell to prevent any other spiritual forces from taking possession of their unconscious body.

“You’re some kind of witch, then?” Steven wondered aloud while witnessing your magical prowess before his eyes, while Marc and Jake were looking inquisitively at you as you took a seat at the foot of the bed. “Like Wanda Maximoff from the Avengers? Or was it Doctor Strange?”

“The politically correct term is a priestess, or babaylan in my mother tongue”, you started to explain. “I’m not a witch, but I did train to control my moon magic from Kamar Taj. It’s where Doctor Stephen Strange was taught with the mystic arts by the Ancient One. His mentor and I have been good friends for centuries”

“Centuries, bloody hell”, Steven exclaimed, not yet realizing the weight of your words. “And how old are you exactly?”

Jake snorted at Steven’s choice of words. “Pendejo, it’s rude to ask a woman her age–”

“He’s asking the right questions, so it’s fine”, you waved away, throwing a small smirk at Jake that he couldn’t help but return. “If you really wish to know the specifics, I was born in the early 900’s, so you do the math”

“You certainly haven’t aged a day”, Marc spoke mainly to himself. Upon hearing his thoughts aloud, you smiled serenely at his silent compliment. 

“I’m amazed you can still flirt with me at this stage”, you chuckled before shifting your gaze between Marc and Steven, straightening your posture before jumpstarting to your most pressing query. “So, my turn to ask you the questions. I’m guessing you two are not really twins, are you? Triplets, maybe?”

“I like your sense of humor, hermosa–”

“Zip it, Jake, this is serious”, Marc interrupted, clearly exasperated at his third alter’s quip as the latter made a face, rolling his eyes in derision. His astral form then reached out, a spectral hand brushing against your shoulder. "Steven and I - and apparently Jake too - we’re all facets of the same person sharing the same body”

“We suffer from a mental health condition known as Dissociative Identity Disorder” Steven spoke next, prompting you to nod slowly as the astonishment slowly painted your facade. “Have you ever heard of it?”

“Only read about it in clinical studies and theory”, you spoke softly as you absorbed the factual truth they’ve laid out to you. A myriad of emotions coursed through you as you absorbed their words: surprise, empathy, understanding. The truth was like a jigsaw piece that finally fit into place, and though the revelation was jarring, it also felt right. You couldn't fault them for keeping it hidden, for their fears and concerns were as genuine as the bond you had formed with them.

It was a lot to take in, and your mind whirled with questions. "Were you ever planning to tell me?"

"We plan to tell you, love, but we just don’t know how”, Steven stepped forward, his presence less domineering than Marc's but equally sincere. “We were afraid of how you'd react, of what you'd think of us."

“I know it’s not an easy matter to tell anyone”, you whispered, nodding slowly as you understood their reluctance. “I’m sure you haven’t meant for me to find out this way, but I’m glad to hear that you weren’t intending to keep this a secret from me”

“Of course not, baby”, Marc shook his head, his voice measured and somber as his translucent hand took yours as a symbol of reassurance. “We should’ve told you ages ago. I’m sorry you had to find out this way”

“We all are”, Steven chimed in, while Jake nodded thoughtfully in silent agreement.

“It’s alright, you don’t need to apologize”, you interrupted, much to the trio’s collective surprise. They knew how complicated their situation is, but your verbal acceptance was everything to them. “I can understand, I mean, you’re not the only ones guilty of keeping secrets, am I right?”

“I’m sure you had your reasons too”, Marc, of course, was the first to understand your hesitance to let them know of your other life. “But I want you to know that I’m here for you, Mira - we all are. You can confide in us, whenever you’re ready to tell”

“Thank you, Marc”, you smiled appreciatively. Steven, on the other hand, offered you a giddy smile at the realization that you were no ordinary woman.

“Your secret’s safe with us”, Steven chuckled. “I mean, we really don’t have anybody else to share it with. But it’s just bloody cool to know you’re a magical person. And coming from an ancient time too, I… wait, hang on a moment–”

“What is it, Steven?” you asked, indulging the curiosity of the British man hovering before you.

“When we talked back then about your history”, Steven started, recounting your earlier conversation on the first day you met. “You’ve actually lived during the times when your country’s colonizers discovered and invaded your homeland?”

Your knowing smile and multiple slow nods prompted Steven’s eyes to almost pop out of their sockets, his mouth agape as he slowly connected the dots with your creative storytelling that night. 

“Bloody hell-”

“I’m sorry to cut the storytelling time short, querida”, Jake’s voice was heard next, his tone apologetic but his expression meaning business. “But I have to tell you about what really happened last night. I’m assuming you would want to know that, sí?

"Yes, that’s right," you began, addressing the man who had saved you during the new moon, "Tell me what happened. Do you know who shot me last night?"

Jake Lockley leaned back against the room's battered wall, his rough-hewn features etched with a certain heaviness. "They were assassins, sent to eliminate you for good. They work for Set’s avatar, and it seems that they know you well, given their weapon of choice."

His revelation sent shivers down your spine, and you pressed further. "Knew me well, huh? I’m assuming the bullet was made of wolfsbane?"

“Yeah, that’s right”, Jake nodded, his voice low and gritty. "They took advantage of last night’s new moon, which weakened your innate ability as an avatar to a moon goddess to heal and be impervious to harm."

“That’s why you fronted. To save her”, Marc said, trying to piece his own memories together. “But how on earth did you survive that attack?”

“I’m curious to know that as well”, Steven added, his mind working to solve the imminent puzzle of Jake’s heroic act that night. “As far as I know, wolfsbane is also toxic to humans. We shouldn’t be able to survive that”

“About that”, Jake started, now avoiding everyone’s gaze as he kept his eyes directed on the wooden floor of their flat. “Mira’s healed wounds should answer that question”

“What do you mean by my healed wounds?” you echoed, pulling the sleeve of your white t-shirt once more to reveal the spot where you’ve been shot. Your heart quickened as you slowly pieced together the puzzle, arriving at the most feasible conclusion you could only think of. "It can’t be. You mean to tell me that you serve a moon god too?"

A sharp intake of breath echoed from Marc and Steven. They exchanged panicked glances, clearly rattled by your revelation.

“Es cierto, cariño”, Jake sighed, finally admitting his long kept secret. "I'm still serving Khonshu as his avatar, as the Moon Knight"

That’s right, honey.

Marc Spector and Steven Grant exchange incredulous glances, their collective disapproval resounding in the room. The room was immediately filled with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife as you watched the tumultuous battle unfold before you. Jake Lockley had just dropped a bomb of revelation that had left his two alters reeling, and a cacophony of outrage erupted from them both. Their voices overlapped, and their collective disapproval reverberated through the room like an ominous drumbeat.

"I can't believe you'd keep this from us, Jake!” Marc was the first to speak as he leaned forward, his hands clenched into fists. The anger in his voice is palpable, and Steven's expression mirrors his outrage. 

"So, you're telling us that you saved our life as Moon Knight that night in Cairo", Steven's voice was laced with disbelief, his eyes narrowing at Jake. “And you're still serving that lunatic god, Khonshu?!”

“I am”, Jake Lockley nods, his eyes unwavering. "It's the only way to truly protect all of us."

“This is fucking insane!” Marc gritted, barely containing his anger any longer as his face contorted with frustration. “Khonshu had us trapped in his service for years, and we barely got ourselves free. How can you do this?!”

“Jake, why?” Steven, ever the voice of reason, sought understanding amidst the chaos. “Why continue to serve as Moon Knight?"

"I serve because I have to, not because I want to”, Jake shifted uncomfortably, but his tone remained firm. “It's the only way I can do my job: to protect you both."

“We do not need protecting –”

“Maldito idiota, do you even know how many enemies you have, pendejo?” Jake rolled his eyes at Marc’s side comment, prompting the other to shake his head in pure disbelief. “Besides, I wasn’t just protecting you two”

“What do you mean?” Steven inquired, not understanding what other possible reason would Jake have to still take the mantle of Moon Knight. Jake's gaze then flickers to you, as if he's seeking your support. You meet his eyes, trying to understand the turmoil in his soul.

"It’s the only way I can protect you, Mira", Jake replied, his voice filled with a mix of regret and determination. His answer brought a brief silence to the room as you stood in the midst of it all, your mind whirling like a tempest as you tried to make sense of his current revelations.

Suddenly, Jake Lockley's eyes softened, and he revealed something that shocked you to your core. "I've known you for a long time. Even before all of this."

Your heart skips a beat at his words. You stand in the center of the room, your arms wrapped tightly around your own body as you struggle to absorb this revelation. 

"What do you mean, you've known me?” you took a deep breath, stepping closer to Jake. “How is that possible?"

“I remember the night we first met”, Jake's resolute gaze met yours as he nodded solemnly. "I wasn't the one who was fronting that time, but I remember seeing you. It was the night when Khonshu enlisted your help in shifting the night skies to find the right constellation leading to Ammit’s tomb.” 

The room grew quiet as your mind processed Jake's words. You struggled to remember that night, but everything was shrouded in fog. It felt like a distant dream, something you couldn't quite grasp.

“I don’t understand”, your mind raced, trying to grasp the implications of this revelation. “If you remember me, why Marc and Steven couldn’t? Why couldn’t they remember any of it? Why can't I remember you?”

“I was supposed to forget too, but Khonshu retained my memories of that night since I still serve as his avatar”, Jake sighed, his eyes a mix of sorrow and frustration. "As for Marc and Steven, those memories became recurring dreams that do not make sense”

"Wait a minute," Marc interjected, his eyes narrowing. "Jake’s right, we've had countless dreams about that night."

“That’s right, yeah”, Steven nodded in agreement. "Just like what he says - moving stars and shifting constellations. But it was always blurry, nonsensical."

Jake Lockley's gaze softens, and he begins to recount the dreams that Marc and Steven have been experiencing, helping his headmates remember what they could. These were the dreams that you've never been privy to, until now. 

In the midst of their quiet recollection and Jake's revelations, you continued your restless pacing around the room, your mind racing like a wildfire amidst the buzzing tension in the room. Something about all of this didn't sit right with you, and you require a direct line to the truth.

You needed answers, and you needed them now.

"I wish to speak to Khonshu," you declared, your voice unwavering. "Summon your god. I need to hear the truth from him, to explain all of this to me."

END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

To Have & To Hold: Part 11

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

Series Masterlist

Marc knew you were under a lot of stress and grief, which was why he didn't bother bringing this up to you. He wanted to, he really did want to tell you. He was going to, honest, but then the conflict with Harrow and your dad's passing...there just didn't seem to be a right time. Not to mention, you've been icing him out a bit since he kept you in the dark about your father's sacrifice. Nonetheless, he let you have your space, providing some comfort and peace when you let him close enough.

Even in those moments together, he still didn't think bringing this up was the right time. Bringing up that he was still technically married while you're mourning and planning a wedding just didn't seem right.

So he was dealing with this on his own, trying to get a hold of his estranged wife.

Yes, Marc was still married but him and Layla had been separated for years. A fight got too intense and she left and never came back. He never reached out either, his pride getting the best of him despite Steven wanting him to reach out so desperately.

Marc honestly didn't think he'd get married again, but then your father confided in him and Marc thought the arrangement wasn't that bad. He got something good out of it and he just hoped that you and he would get along.

He didn't really expect to fall for you as hard as he did. You accepted him and his alters. You found comfort in him and he did you.

That's why he felt so guilty for holding this secret from you for so long, but so much has happened and he can't tell you about it. Not yet, not until the papers are signed and the divorce is finalized. It' something you shouldn't have to deal with. It's his problem and his alone.

________________________

Wanda and Pietro hug you from both sides. The Maximoff twins both apologize for not being present for your father's funeral but you understood why they were gone. Business to do and what not.

"Not that I don't miss seeing you two, but I also know you're in the middle of a lot of business deals right now. So why did you call for lunch meeting?" you give them a cocked brow.

Pietro, ever the flirtatious one, smirks at you, "Can we not visit our favorite person?"

"You can, but I'm just curious is all."

Wanda sighs and begins playing with the stem of her mimosa glass, "I must admit that we do have something to tell you because we think it's important to know."

You sit up a little straighter, "What is it? What's wrong?"

Pietro looks at you with pity, "We received word that your husband to be met has been meeting with a private investigator on our property."

"A private investigator? For what?" your brows furrow in confusion and curiosity. What could Marc possibly need a private investigator for? And what did he keep from you?

"Wanda reaches out and holds your hand reassuringly, "He's married, Y/N."

You pull your hand back, "What?"

Pietro nods, "It's true. We didn't want to tell you right way, wanting to find out more for you first. He's been meeting with this PI for a few weeks now. Our people did some digging on what he's been investigating. He's married and he's been looking for his estranged wife for some time."

Wanda adds in, "But he's only looking for her because he's trying to finalize their divorce. Apparently he's been married all this time. Obviously, he can't marry you until his divorce is settled."

You lean back in your chair, arms crossing over your chest and brows furrowing, "Why the fuck didn't he tell me this? After all this time and he kept that from me? What else is he fucking hiding?"

Pietro shrugs, "That's all our people found out, sunshine. Do you want us to dig deeper?"

You shake your head, "No. Fuck that. I'm bringing it up to him." You're glad you ordered a mimosa as you down your entire glass. You place your glass onto the table, "Thank you for telling me."

You stand and grab your bag, pulling out your wallet. Wanda immediately shakes her head, "No. On us."

"Guys-"

"We owe you."

You pull out a few bills and place them on the table, "And I owe you. Thank you for informing me about my-about Marc."

"Will you be okay?" Pietro asks genuinely.

"I will be. Can't say the same for Marc." With that, you left your friends and immediately head home to speak with your...fiancé.

_________________________

"MARC SPECTOR!" you yell out your fiancé's as you enter your estate. Your voice bounces off the walls in echoes and you listen for a reply, but get none.

"He's out, Y/N," the caretaker of the estate, Dara, says, stepping out from her office.

"Did he mention where he'd be going?" you look back at the older woman who was practically a mother figure to you.

She shakes her head, "No. Just said he was leaving for a bit."

"Did he happen to take one of dad's cars?"

"The BMW."

You smile at her, "Perfect," you immediately pull out your phone and begin dialing a number.

Dara slowly approaches you, "Is everything okay?"

You scoff and bring the phone to your ear, hearing it dialing, "Not even the slightest, but I'll handle it. I'm a L/N. We know how to handle things."

The dialing stops with a "Yello?"

"Tony, I need you to track one of dad's cars, please."

"Sure thing, sunshine. Which one?" you hear the older man speak, the sound of typing in the background.

"The BMW."

You hear more typing, a few clicks of a mouse and, "Got it. Downtown in Barnes' territory in some coffeeshop on fifth street."

"Thank you."

"Should I be concerned?" your dad's old colleague asks.

"Not for me. For my future husband, maybe."

"Yikes. I've learned to stay out of other people's marital affairs."

You snort, "Yeah, that's probably best. But thank you, Tony."

"No problemo, kiddo. And you sure you're okay?"

You clench your jaw, "Really wish people would stop asking me that right now."

"Sorry. Well, good luck. Gimme a holler if you need anything else."

"Thanks, Tony. Bye." you end the call and turn to see Dara looking at you with concern written all over her face, "I'm fine," you grit out and she holds her hands up and slowly backs away.

You roll your neck and head back out the door.

_________________________

You spot your dad's BMW parked by the sidewalk. You park some cars behind it and practically storm into the coffeeshop.

You scan the tables and spot Marc in the back. He's sitting with a woman and their hands are intertwined. You're ready to march right over there but you pause. You see how he's looking at her, his eyes soft, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Your heart breaks a little seeing this side of Marc you don't think you've seen before. You mentally scold yourself for getting too emotional in this, in Marc, in all of it. This doesn't mean anything. The relationship you have with him is transactional. You get to keep running your charity organizations and he gets to lead your dad's business. Nothing in the contract said you had to be in love with each other.

You take a deep breath and decide turn back around and leave. You'll talk to Marc when he gets back.

[fromasgardandback]

𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

MARVEL 

Everyone

✩ Summer Road Trip

✩ New Recruitment

✩ Avengers Girls Night 

Bucky Barnes

✩ Coastal Bike Ride

✩ Rooftop Conversations

✩ Storm Clouds of Trust

Loki Laufeyson

✩ Serendipity & Mischief

✩ Stargazing and Memory Making

✩ Tour of Asgard Headcanon

✩ Trust Building Headcanon 

✩ Drunken Confessions

Marc Spector / Steven Grant / Jake Lockley

✩ Don’t Pretend, Not With Me [M]

✩ Workplace Crush [S]

✩ Egyptian Masterpiece [S]

✩ Friends To Lovers Headcanon [S]

✩ Full Nights Sleep Headcanon [M]

✩ First Dates Headcanon [M,S, J]

✩ She’s Mine Headcanon [J]

✩ Proposal Headcanon [M, S, J]

✩ Bride & Groom First Look Headcanon [M, S, J]

✩ Weddings Headcanon [M, S, J]

✩ Honeymoon Headcanon [M, S, J] 

Sam Wilson

✩ Louisiana Lovin’

Thor Odinson

✩ On The Go With The Guardians

Wanda Maximoff

✩ Avenging His Death

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Munson

✩ Metal Heads Headcanon

✩ Night Out With The Gang Headcanon

✩ Touch-Starved Lover Headcanon

✩ Vacation Headcanon

✩ Promposal Headcanon

✩ First Date Headcanon

✩ I Love You Headcanon

✩ Band’s First Album

✩ Fixing It 

✩ Family Video Store 

✩ Cold Rainy Days Headcanon 

✩ Graduation Headcanon 

✩ Fourth of July Celebrations

Boyfriend Eddie Headcanons ✩ School Eddie ✩ Domestic   🌴 ✩ College ✩ Rockstar ✩ Rainy Days ✩ Snowy Days ✩ Summer ✩ Fall ✩ Holidays

Steve Harrington

✩ The Girl Next Door Headcanon

✩ Babysitters Club Headcanon

Max Mayfield

✩ Big Sister Program Headcanon

✩ Healing Together Headcanon

Dustin Henderson

✩ The Favorite Harrington Headcanon

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker

✩ Naboo Paradise Headcanon

✩ The New Jedi Order   🌴

Obi-Wan Kenobi

✩ Double Padawans Headcanon 

✩ Not A Damsel In Distress

✩ Coruscant Café

ONE CHICAGO (closed)

✩ Family Cookout

✩ Detective Chuckles

✩ Sisters

[thirteens-lucky-tardis]

Let's talk Moon Knight

Here's one of my theories for the future of Moon Knight in the MCU

Layla el Faouly is the wife to protagonist Marc Spector, as you all know. When watching Moon Knight, I noticed something about her...

Let's take a closer look at her earrings. A moon is there, obviously, to represent Moon Knight.

Layla was the avatar of Tawaret for a short period of time, unsure if she will remain the avatar at this point in time. But back to the earrings...

Along with the moon, there appears to be what resembles a snake. In Egyptian mythology, the god of chaos, Apep, is depicted as a snake

Apep has a bad relationship with most of the gods/goddesses. Introducing Apep in the future of the MCU could pose a very interesting relationship between his avatar and Marc/Layla. Apep is one of the enemies of Ra, so his introduction could also mean the introduction of other gods/goddesses into the MCU, meaning more avatars.

Apep's avatar could potentially be a character already established in the MCU, or it could be an entirely new character. I feel whoever is the avatar would get along well with Wanda since Wanda has chaos magic.

Whether Layla's earrings are symbolic of the future or not, it's still interesting to talk about.

What do you guys think?

[hannah-the-red-head]

A Moon Knight Fanfiction…

But, where the Moon Boys are shipped with a Reader that’s Basically Yor Briar from Spy x Family

Who’s also a single mom raising a little girl with telepathic powers and has a dog with the power to see the Future.

Basically, I’m going to write the Moon Knight storyline but it’s reader insert Fanfiction where I ship the Moon boys (Marc, Steven and later Jake) with a single mom!Reader who has the skills, super enhanced strength, speed and flexibility of Yor Briar from Spy x Family.

Why?

BECAUSE I CAN AND WILL!!! *maniacal laughter*

Here’s how this is gonna go:

-Reader or Y/n Briar is a Black Widow turned Single Mom after retiring from S.H.I.E.L.D post Endgame. But in order to secure a better life for not only herself, but her daughter and sweetheart of a big dog, Y/n decided to take on one last mission that has the small group of three moving to London.

-Personality wise, Y/N is soft spoken, polite, kind, sweet and mature. She is innocent when it comes to love, becoming easily flustered and losing control over her own actions. However, when going on missions, her personality does a complete 180, becoming a natural born killer that’s calculated, cold and just plain terrifying.

(A better way to describe Y/n’s mindset is the moment where Yor considered “getting rid of the competition” so Anya can get into Eden College or the times where Yor innocently overreacted to any public display of affection.)

-Appearance wise, Y/N can be whatever the readers imagine, I’m going to be very vague about how I describe her. But she is going to keep her hairstyle (long and kept up) and her outfits are the same as Yor’s in Spy x Family.

-She wears the Thorn Princess dress as her suit and wields stiletto blades as weapons.

-Y/N has the power of a super soldier, the reflexes of Spiderman and Black Panther and the mind of one of the world’s deadliest killers trapped in a petite woman’s body.

-Y/N tries her hardest to hide her secret life from her daughter. But how about you try and hide your association with the Avengers to a curious 6 year old with a overactive imagination.

-Y/n’s daughter, Anya (Full name: Anastasia Wanda Natasha Briar), is a mutant with the power to read minds, easily figures out that her mom is a super spy and that her favorite aunts are Avengers! Waku Waku!~ She reminds you so much of her father, eccentricities and all.

-As for the recent addition to the family, Bond is a big white dog that looks more like a mix between a polar bear and a seal with black mitten paws. Not only is he a big sweetheart, but much like his little master, Bond has the ability to see into the future that only Anya can translate because of her telepathy. He was named after Anya’s favorite super spy (in this case James Bond rather than Bondman.)

-As for the mission, which Nick Fury himself personally asked Y/N to accept, was an investigative one, the target being a mercenary that caught SHIELD’s attention after HYDRA’s infiltration was exposed.

-Unfortunately, the database hadn’t fully retrieved the idenity of the mercenary aside from his current location. Which is where you come in, to find this mercenary and try to recruit him to the New Avengers initiative.

-It’s the kind of mission Y/N can finish in two days, but this mission is proving a bit difficult, especially when said neighbor is so damn charming that Y/N is slowly falling for the sweet insomniac with a love for Egyptology.

[artzychic27]

So can we get some headcanons about the science kids marvel au?

Cosette breaks the fourth wall. Constantly

Cosette: Hey. I’m Cosette. I occasionally break the fourth wall, and I oftentimes make crude jokes while being incredibly gay as fuck. Observe. Hey, Zoé~

Zoé: Not on camera!

Cosette: Fiiiiine. To be continued.

Simon has moments where he likes to escape to his own world. (Basically, he creates a mini Hex around him, and whatever he walks through, becomes part of the Hex until he walks away from it)

Sometimes, he subconsciously makes the Hex bigger until someone manages to snap him out of it, usually Denise

He and Lacey are first cousins

Pietro and Wanda were both sperm and egg donors, so they share some DNA, and... Yeah, they're first cousins

Lacey is always committing some sort of robbery, and the cops can never catch her

Marc is known for his grand entrances, but they can never top Jean’s, who literally flies in through the nonexistent roof of the school

Aurore can only turn parts of her body into diamonds, but it still hurts like hell when she punches you with a diamond fist

Reshma has nanotech tentacles built into the back of her shirts and her backpack, and she is not afraid to use them

Denise has some traces of Vibranium in their system, and that combined with their natural strength means trouble for everyone

Jean and Denise share a nod of respect from time to time

Denise is fluent in Wakandan

Also, they may or may not have punched a museum director for botching some historical facts about some African artifacts

Every time Zoé brings her thumb and middle finger together, people scream duck under tables

Marc is always constantly correcting things in Greek history textbooks… By crossing sentences out and correcting and rewriting them on the side

Reshma's tentacles come in handy when she's at fancy parties, and some old rich guys forget that she's fifteen

Marc ironically reads the Percy Jackson series

Denise and Jean get VERY excited for history class

Cosette: Hi, again, it's me. Yeah, Jean and Denise enjoy traumatizing Mme. Bustier during class with their extensive knowledge on colonization. It's fun.

Ismael and Marc only shapeshift when it's absolutely necessary... You know, when they want to mess with some of the Marvel hero kids

Marc: *Shapeshifted into Adrien* Look at me! I am gorgeous! And my long hair flows in the wind, and I am obviously jealous of my hotter first cousin!

Ismael: *Shapeshifted into Nathaniel* Ugh! I'm so emotionally constipated, and if not, I'm gonna turn into a monster! Woe is me!

Also, Ismael has blue patches of skin on his body

Zoé's the same, but purple

Aurore is always, constantly messing with the Marvel hero kids' minds so that she and the others can get away with crimes around the city and pranks around the school

Fortunately, it doesn't always work thanks to Juleka’s power

Mireille has her doubles fill in for her when she has to do stuff she doesn't feel like doing. Usually tests

Also, maybe don't put Zoé and Marinette in the same room

[lizzie-is-here]

🎃halloween with the avengers and co!🎃

summary: um. you can read so

warnings: this is literally me rambling, haunted places, animated bucky having like double d’s wtf, the most unorganized thing i’ve ever made don’t judge me

a/n: this is so messy but i had so much fun just writing whatever came to mind, apologies for jumping all over the place lol but hope you get a laugh out of it anyways 🤍🤍

OH MY GOD ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE DONE THIS

BUT YALL SHOULD KNOW THAT THE HOLIDAYS ARE MY FAVORITE THING

I MAY BE AN ATHEIST BUT CHRISTMAS IS THE BEST SHIT EVER

and i honestly spent halloween in my dorm bingeing movies and i’m rewatching werewolf by night and just realized i need to write for halloween so oops

halloween with the team is the best shit ever.

you want to wear a costume? no party like a stark party.

sure, some people are lazy and show up in their suits and call it a day (cough sam cough)

but it’s well made up for by peter and harley both going as tony (and arguing over who did it better) and kamala dressing as carol

yelena and nat would dress up as each other and make fun of the other

“i’m natasha and i’m an avenger and i love tight suits with no pockets so my ass looks good when i pose”

“i’m yelena and i have an addiction to sriracha and versace”

tony was going to show up as himself, but morgan wrangled the stark family into dressing as food. she’s a cheeseburger, obvi

steven convinced marc to go as an archaeologist, but when the latter fronts he instantly yanks off the funny hat and passes it to layla, who’s honestly just there to watch the chaos

wanda goes with her usual sokovian fortune teller costume, but the twins are more than excited to prance around the tower in search of candy

america brings a share of multiversal candy, some of which isn’t… exactly… edible

speaking of which, if you hand out candy instead, you end up setting up a trick-or-treating path in the tower for the younger team members, with each of the rooms serving as a stop

the eternals are split on halloween. ikaris, being the stoic dramatic hoe he is, thinks it’s overhyped. sersei’s happy to see little kids, sprite likes scaring people, you know

but with all of your experiences combined, none of you scare easily

the world’s greatest heroes can tank any horror movie with ease, barely startling at jumpscares or violent scenes

but they DO NOT handle haunted areas well

this is entirely based on my experience at the ohio state reformatory AKA the most haunted prison in the us. i went up for fall break since i used to live near mansfield before we moved, and HOLY FUCK YALL

THAT SHITS HAUNTED HAUNTED

i sat in the chair room :)

and it felt like someone punched the right side of my face :(

my right eye teared up and got super red :(((

but i got a piece of brick from the chapel :D

probably have an attachment now :((((

anyway, say you convince the team to visit. even better, you rope tony into paying for the ghost tour

every single noise will send the group jumping

bucky pulls a knife out of his pocket the moment you enter the west attic

steve starts out a skeptic but ends up refusing to even enter the chapel

peter freaking out bc “omg sam and colby and shane and ryan were here”

things are just made worse when wanda starts to mumble about “restless energy”

fuck that if the scarlet witch is nervous then you can be too

just finished werewolf by night moving on to the zombie episode of what if?

goddamn animated bucky has bigger tits than me

are y’all seein this shit

ok back on track

if jack and elsa are somehow involved there’ll be too many werewolf jokes made

but he’s too much of a sweetheart to really protest them

i love them so much and we only have like an hour of them 🥺

scott would dress up as an ant. i’m not taking criticism. he would try to make hope dress up as a wasp but when she refuses cassie does it.

bingeing halloween movies

arguing whether or not nightmare before christmas is a halloween or christmas movie

deciding the only right decision aka it’s a halloween movie stfu

shuri would come up with a slay costume i just know she would 😭

thor and jane would have a cringey couples costume cmon guys it’s literally canon

katy would show up as a hot dog

like the worst discount hot dog costume you’ve ever seen

shang and xialing would be forced to be ketchup and mustard respectively

once again argue with the wall

overall, you’ll have fun. it’ll be chaotic as fuck, but when it comes to the avengers, what isn’t?

hope everyone had a fun halloween! now go buy that discount candy bitches!

[therese-lokidottir]

I am really great full that mcu not make fun marc Spector DID and his suicidal thought. I meant mcu keep messing up character trauma and mental ill. Like loki suicidal thought, Wanda trauma and thor trauma and many trauma in mcu. I know sometimes they 'laughing ' they trauma and metal ill to make pains be less but make fun trauma is just wrong.

Can you really imagine that the narrative in moon Knight series make fun marc DID and mocked it specially from his love interest/his wife? It will be so cruel

Luckily that the showrunner not did that, yeah there's some characters thinking marc faking it but they reason justify because DID is something rare so one really know about DID and the situation was not really good either. I really thankful for the showrunner to care about the characters rather shoving cruel joke and 'Bada$$ women'.

I hope if moon Knight have season 2 or appear in big cinema it will be more good or good as season 1. But knowing mcu I no have big hope

I really enjoyed how Moon Knight respectfully showed Marc's grief and never looked down on his mental health.

Overall I think Moon Knight was really at avoiding most of the MCU's worst pitfalls. It doesn't feel bloated or like it's just advertising the next film or tv series. It never derails its plot or serious moments with snark or bad humor. And Layla just feels like a real character and never once feels like, look look we made a girl character, she's the coolest girlboss ever and she can do anything and is gurl.

I really liked Moon Knight, and I feel sad when I see reviews and articles dunking on it and saying Moon Knight is part of the decline of Super hero media and is too much of a C-rated character too work when to me when I see it as honestly one of the most enjoyable things phase four

[readerthatreadsss]

Hey!

Last updated 07/30/23.

So...my last post has been gaining me a few followers so I thought I'd make a post detailing specific characters that I'll write for.

I'll also copy and paste my past post about what I will and won't write at the end.

Also, anything I write will be X fem! Reader.

(I will be constantly updating this post as I become more comfortable with writing for more characters)

Marvel men

-Miguel O’Hara

-Marc Spector/the rest of the Moon Knight system

-Matt Murdock

-Frank Castle

-Peter Parker (all three)

-Steve Rogers

-Bucky Barnes

Marvel women

-Valkyrie

-Natasha Romanoff

-Wanda Maximoff

-Shuri (WIFE-sorry lemme calm down)

-Carol Danvers

-Darcy Lewis

Stranger Things (it's a short list cause most of the characters in the show are literally children :)

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Hopper (yup you read that right cause I love DILFS)

-Robin Buckley

Criminal Minds

-Every single one of them. (Nah I'm just playing)

-Spencer Reid

-Emily Prentiss

-Aaron Hotchner

-Jennifer Jareau

-Derek Morgan

-Luke Alvarez

Triple Frontier

-Every character except Ben Affleck's.

TVD (The Vampire Diaries)

-Damon Salvatore

-Stefan Salvatore

-Elijah Mikaelson

-Rebekah Mikaelson

-Klaus Mikaelson

Miscellaneous (characters from random fandoms/movies)

-Javier Peña (Narcos)

-Lloyd Hansen (Gray Man)

-Joel Miller (TLOU)

-Jake 'Hangman' Sersin (Top Gun: Maverick)

-Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw (Top Gun: Maverick)

-Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

-Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

-Castiel (Supernatural)

-Soldier Boy (The Boys)

-Lip Gallagher (Shameless)

-Carmen Berzatto (The Bear)

-Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

-Siobhan Roy (Succession)

-Bruce Wayne (Robert Pattinson or Christian Bale)

More to be added...

(Looking over this list I have arrived at the conclusion that I am a whore-)

In terms of what exactly I’m open to writing? I can write headcanons, blurbs, and one-shots. Specifically smut, angst, and fluff. The more descriptive you are in your requests, the easier it is for me to write them. But I don't mind the challenge of having to make my own plot.

Kinks/scenarios I’ll write smut for? Almost everything EXCEPT;

-inc3st

-r*pe

-Lactation kink

-pegging (into it in real life but I have no clue how to write it properly I'm sorry)

-Wax play (note I didn't say temperature play because I will write some stuff with Ice)

-Age play (specifically where a character is purposely behaving in a childlike manner/ baby talk. Daddy and Mommy kinks are welcomed tho!)

-CNC and noncon (I’ll definitely write some VERY MILD dubcon if asked tho)

-sexual activities with m1n0rs

-Domestic Vi0lence/ SexuaI abus3 (spanking is a yes tho)

-Scat & Piss

-Race play

-SEVERE knife kink (like I'll write a small knick or slice that barely bleeds or something but anything else is a no for me sorry)

-S3lf Harm/Su1cide (this is not to say that I feel any way towards people who struggle with these issues but I don't think I'm able to effectively represent them in my writing without triggering myself (as someone who has/is struggled with depression) and the last thing I want to do is offend anyone)

Anyways, that’s it for now! Like I said, feel free to make requests or even just send me a regular question or comment to get to know me! 

[faithinhome]

Neighbor Next Door- Stephen Strange/Female OC

18+ | minors please DNI

Summary: anna had always thought the doctor next door was attractive. and one interaction left her itching to get more of him.

Tags: age gap (25F & 40M), cheating (but not in the way you’d think), strong language, smut.

Additional characters (updated): Christine Palmer, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff & Marc Spector

Chapter 8: Decision

back home, stephen couldn't stop thinking about anna. anna had made this feel so much easier and now he'd ended it. but it was for her own good. he had to be the smart one here. the way she got mad over christine's picture and the way she reacted to her mentions today. he wasn't sure she was actually ready for something casual.

he just didn't know where this would go. he had to leave christine, he knew it. so what was he waiting for? christine's behaviour after she got caught cheating again was less than ideal. she was fussy, throwing tantrums and then begging for forgiveness. he could tell she wasn't really remorseful, she just wanted to be forgiven so she could go back to feeling like she didn't have to be accountable for something.

he was starting to get the idea that christine didn't really care. so what was stopping him, really?

even if he continued this marriage, things like this would happen over and over again. the bottom line was, christine did not care. and that stung. but stephen had decided to give this another chance, which hadn't come easy at all. and yet, after all of this, she did not care at all.

stephen wiped the tears that were flowing freely down his face. he felt like he knew what he had to do.

this was such a big decision, and he felt like he could discuss it with absolute nobody. he didn’t think he could turn to sam anymore, after having hurt anna’s feelings.

so, stephen headed toward the bar, because where else could he possibly go? he figured at least alcohol would help ease his anxiety.

as he sat alone in his seat, several women came up to him, but he found himself dismissing all of them. he was in the mood for company, yes. but not sexual.

eventually, he got talking to a nice guy that sat beside him.

“i see you’re getting all the women here” he’d started. stephen raised his head and looked over at the guy. “and you want none of it. me? i’m desperately looking for a girl but no one will approach me.”

stephen laughed in response. “sorry, buddy.”

“call me marc” the man smiled, his eyes chocolate brown. “marc spector.”

from that point on, they got to talking. and although stephen hadn’t really talked about his problems, he already felt lighter. having someone that deviated his attention, and just having that companionship helped. he was invited to an event that was taking place this friday.

“that sounds like fun” he smiled as marc texted him the info. “i’ll head on there right after i meet with my possibly new divorce lawyer.”

marc laughed. “oh, man, you’re gonna have to tell me how that went.”

stephen and marc parted ways outside the bar and stephen felt a little lighter. he checked his phone as he got in a cab, his heart leaping as he saw a text from anna. miss you.

he sighed to himself, closing his eyes momentarily. he started to type out a response but stopped himself. stephen locked his phone and put it back in his pocket. it stung ignoring her. but it was the best choice. she was acting on her emotion, but he had to be better.

stephen decided to focus on what he had to do next, and that was, meeting with his lawyer and preparing for a possible divorce.

he had to focus on keeping himself busy, because if he didn’t, he knew he’d find himself going back to anna while he needed to be strong for the both of them.

***

thankfully, anna had found a way to distract herself as well.

“bitch, is that a fucking stripper pole?” wanda laughed the moment she stepped into her friend’s living room, looking up at the new pole sitting at the center.

“you’re pole dancing?” sam inquired as he closed the door behind him.

“yes, sir!” anna grinned. “oh, this is going to be so exciting! i finally get to live my full slut fantasy!”

“oh, you don’t live that everyday already?” sam snorted, catching a pillow being thrown at his face by anna.

“i’m a little rusty, so don’t judge me” anna murmured as she grabbed the pole, kneeling as she swung around it before extending her leg and placing it against the pole.

“you look good to me” wanda offered as she sat on the couch.

“oo flexible” sam grinned. “show us more.”

anna grinned and tried to climb up the pole but failed. “yeah, i definitely need some more work. what do you guys think i should wear?”

“oh, you’re planning on wearing something” sam laughed.

anna rolled her eyes, giggling. “there’s an idea!”

“god, please no” sam laughed. “i don’t have the money to bail you out.”

stephen was always at the back of anna’s head, but she had something else that demanded her focus, which she was truly thankful for.

work was fine, but the fact that this was a bit challenging demanded more of her energy, so she had less of it that was directed at stephen.

she did wish stephen could see her perform. she knew he’d be impressed. she’d love to perform for him. hell, she’d opt out of this performance and reserve it just for him if he asked. but he hadn’t even responded to her text.

it hurt, but then again, she knew why stephen was doing it. on one hand, it was heartwarming knowing that he was looking out for her. on the other, what if he was just done with her and this was just an act?

she thought about it every night before she eventually fell asleep.

maybe it was a good thing stephen had put a hold on this before it progressed, because this clearly mattered in a way that affected her so much.

but she didn’t want this to end. maybe in a fantasy world, stephen would leave christine and choose her. but the reality was far too complicated.

anna continued to fill her time with more practice and picking out her costume for her performance. a whole week later, approached the night before her performance, and she had a hard time sleeping. she was up early the next day to practice one last time before leaving to get to the venue and start getting dressed.

***

stephen had found it so hard to stay away from anna. he kept replaying their night together in his head. he wasn’t proud of himself when he pleasured himself to it. but that memory and some pictures were all he had left of anna. they were neighbors, so he would see her often and it would just worsen his longing.

what was a guy to do?

he couldn’t get his mind off of her.

which helped come to the decision he’d been putting off this entire time. the decision to divorce christine.

he wouldn’t be so hung up on someone else if he truly had love left for christine. it felt like he did. but he wasn’t fully invested anymore. he felt ready to end it. he had a lot of doubts for sure. but he had to choose himself above all of them.

stephen cleared his throat as he reached into his bag, bringing out the envelope.

christine hummed as she made her eggs, unaware of what was coming next.

stephen walked over. “christine, can we talk?”

she stopped, turning the stove off. she turned with hesitation, eyeing stephen and the envelope. he hadn’t addressed her directly in a long while now.

“christine, i..” he started, trying not to get emotional. but it was hard not to feel the sting of his tears, that were already forming. he’d just been hurt so much, over and over. “i’ve come to a decision about us-“

“stephen, baby-“

“please, don’t interrupt me christine” he met her eyes, his own glassy with tears. “let me talk. you’ve done all the talking on your end. i’ve listened to you, heard you out. and christine, you’ll never know how much you’ve hurt me. i gave you a second chance. but you constantly got mad at me for my insecurities that were still fresh from what YOU did. you always failed to see the hurt on my face when you threw all these harsh words my way.”

tears were streaming down christine’s face as she shook her head, lips quivering.

“and i realized that” stephen couldn’t help as the tears rolled down his cheeks as well, his voice cracking. “you don’t really care, christine. and i can’t make you care. even if i forgave you now, without that genuine concern you’re supposed to have for me, this relationship will never be what it was meant to be.”

he held back a sob as he reached his arm out, holding the envelope in front of her.

“just sign those papers” he left out a soft sob, his heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. “and you can sleep with whoever you want to.”

“stephen no, please don’t say that” christine let out a soft cry. “baby, i’m so sorry. i don’t know a life without you. please.”

stephen looked away, failing to hold back another sob. “please don’t make this hard, christine. i’ve made my decision.”

“baby no” christine cried, walking up to stephen and cupping his face, trying to get him to look at her but he refused. “stephen, i can’t.”

he looked over at her as he heard her voice break and she pulled him into a kiss.

stephen couldn’t break away. he cupped a hand over her hand, tasting the salty tears as he kissed her back.

and the reality settled in that this was probably the last time he’d ever kiss the woman he’d fallen so madly in love with. that this was it. so he kissed her a little longer than he’d intended, savouring the moment.

because this was it. it was over.

he eventually stepped back, leaving the envelope on the counter. “i’ve loved you for as long as i can remember. i can’t do this anymore. i’ll come back tomorrow for the papers.”

with that, he grabbed his keys and walked out of the apartment, wiping his tears.

***

stephen had not gone back for the papers the next day. he just didn’t feel ready. he knew christine would try to win him back again. and he could not deal with that. he didn’t want anything weighing on his mind for the event he was going to later tonight.

he had the day off and spent the entire day relaxing, something he hadn’t done in a long time.

he stayed in at his hotel, watching tv and getting some reading done.

he started to get dressed a little early for the event, putting on his armani suit, studying his reflection in the mirror as he worked with his tie.

marc had texted him, asking if he wanted to meet for drinks prior. since strange was all ready, he agreed and drove to marc’s place.

they didn’t drink much, each having just one cocktail. “so, what can i expect at this event?” stephen asked.

“didn’t you read the pamphlet?” marc asked. “absolutely everything. mostly extremely attractive women. and other attractive people.”

speaking of attractive people, stephen immediately thought of anna. he missed her and wished they were going together.

“so is it just a bunch of performances?”

“and food. there’ll be singing, dancing. and later, there will be an open dance floor and drinks.”

“so why are we drinking now?” stephen laughed.

“cause shit’s expensive.”

“right” stephen only laughed in response.

it was safe to say stephen had a lot of money. and he often forgot what it was like before he had all this money too. so sometimes, he was a little slow when it came to catching on to the way others did things.

he would have been living in a huge mansion if it was just up to him. but christine was more modest. she wanted to live in a smaller, cozier place and wanted a sense of community.

he’d argued that they could also find a cul de sac. but she was adamant on going back to the apartment she’d grown up in.

and in this moment he realized, he could actually have as big of a house as he wanted. it was time to start planning his new life.

***

stephen’s friend had gotten them the absolute front row seats. he hadn’t done something like this in a long time. he was excited to be in a company that wasn’t his co-workers or his wife, and in a setting where he could relax and enjoy himself.

there were all sorts of performances. singing, dancing, someone even did a stand up. and there didn’t seem to be a theme, or even much of any rules. there were a plenty sultry performances displayed mostly by women. however, the one that followed a particular band performance, it was something stephen was not expecting.

he was a little drunk by now. not drunk enough to lose his senses. but just enough to enjoy himself and possibly take someone home. but he knew he wouldn’t do that.

the lights began to come back on stage and he saw a dark figure, standing beside a pole, facing away, her back to the crowd and hip jutted out.

anticipating a pole dance, the crowd went nuts. stephen returned the smile marc flashed at him, studying the silhouette of her curves.

the song began but they still couldn’t see the person. she began to move her body slowly, turning to face the pole and circled it once, earning a cheer from the crowd.

“i guess she likes to be a bit of a tease” stephen found himself mumbling to marc who agreed with enthusiasm.

she did another round and when the song eventually increased in tempo, she stepped back on the ground, face facing the crowd as the lights came on.

stephen’s breath hitched as a smiling anna graced his eyes. she was dressed in a tight fitting, short dress that shimmered under the lights. the dress was low cut, in typical anna style. she looked out into the crowd before climbing back up on the pole.

when she turned and was practically upside down, the crowd lost their mind.

stephen was losing his mind too. but he couldn’t make a single sound. he just watched, his mouth slightly agape. he didn’t know anna could do all that.

he leaned forward, his eyes glued to her. it was definitely her. and it was blowing his mind.

he felt his pants grow tighter around his crotch as he watched anna throw her head back, practically writhing against the pole.

something about her being so…on display for everyone to see. seeing all the men cheer for her… he felt this weird sense of possessiveness he’d never felt toward her before.

he was almost jealous of how she put on a show for everyone.

like he wanted to reach out, draw the curtains and have it just be them. like he wanted to share this moment between just them, without the others.

but on the other hand, he felt proud. proud of all she was doing, proud that the crowd let her know exactly just how much her insane talent and skill was being appreciated.

this feeling was so weird, so new, and honestly, it was intoxicating.

he awkwardly crossed his hands and placed them in his lap to cover his crotch, his cheeks warming. but he couldn’t take his eyes away from her. he had the freedom to look at her all he wanted, which is something he didn’t always get. even when they had sex together, he held back a little. but right now, he could look as much as he wanted. he studied all her little features and it was like she’d never been more beautiful.

stephen also stood up and applauded her when the performance ended. she took a bow and the curtains closed.

“i have to see her” stephen breathed.

marc laughed. “yeah buddy, i doubt that’s gonna happen. they don’t really allow that, this is not a strip club.”

stephen cringed. “no, marc, i know her. she’s my neighbor. we’ve hung out before.”

“whoa, does your wife know?” he asked.

“well she cheated on me so it shouldn’t matter, but yes” stephen mumbled.

“i mean, you could have them ask her” marc said. “and if she lets you in. go ahead.”

stephen didn’t even stay for the next performance. he immediately made his way through the venue, approaching a woman standing by the stage.

…

a/n: happy new year everyone!! one of my favourite moments this past year has definitely been starting this fic and having all of you wonderful people read it and engage with it. thank you for all your support 💗 as always, let me know what you think, and also let me know if you want to be added/removed from the taglist! i added marc spector because i absolutely love moonknight and marc’s v hot ok byeeee

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who is the better dancer?

“Let me be arrogant and bold and say myself,” she answered with a laugh in her voice. “I’ve been dancing a long time, and I really enjoy it.” The auburn haired witch was confident in her abilities. She was not perfect, but she had fun and enjoyed what she did.

“I enjoy dancing with them all, though it’s not exactly a common occurrence.” The laughter was still there, though warmer and more affectionate. “I can sometimes persuade Steven onto the dance floor if we’re at an event. He’s rather good. Jake is rather good with a spin across the floor. Or making me spin. And usually if trying to get out trouble. I’ll admit it puts a smile on my face.” And Marc— “Marc is good with a slow dance at the end of a very long night.”

who likes the outdoors more and who likes the indoors more?

“Hm… That’s tough. I suppose Jake likes being out and about. He must really rack up the miles. But it’s worth the long time away if it means being shown some secret spots later.” She gave a soft smile, then continued, “If I’m looking for Steven, I look indoors. I don’t mean to say he enjoys that more, but it’s his… habitat.” Her tone joking and light on the last word. “He’s in his element.”

“It’s hard to predict where Marc will be. Probably out and about. The city is his playground. But he’s at home indoors, too.” She turned those thoughts to herself, “It’s a cop out, but I like both. I like to travel and move, but I spend a lot of time working and researching indoors. And it’s nice to just relax and watch a movie now and then, or read a book.”

who’s a cat person and who’s a dog person?

“Diatrice tells me they’re dog people. I’ve come to find out that’s because she wants a dog and I feel she also likes to remind them of Jack Russell. Now there’s a dog I can come to like myself,” she replied, smirking ever so slightly. Truthfully, pets were an added pressure. But also a means to relax and a companion. That was maybe a nice thing to have.

“I’ve never had either as a pet. A cat suits my lifestyle more. I’m constantly moving and they could be in the shop. It’s hard to say if animals care for the Mission.”

who’s more social?

“I’m not sure how Jake manages to have a conversation with EVERYONE. I mean, a ten minute journey can take triple the time.” She made a face, cheeks puffed out before relaxing and laughing. “It’s a skill I wish I had. Steven is great, too - especially at a gala. He’s good with the political talk, even if it’s not what he would like to be doing. I do think it gets a little harder for him to do so when I purposely catch his eyes whilst trying to be so polite and diplomatic. It’s only catching his eyes, I swear.”

She smiled softly, amused and warm, “I would say Marc is social, but I get the feeling that’s not a view others share. But well, since he’s social with me, that’s what I care about. And he’s better than most think. To do his job you have to be. There’s different ways of being social. And as for myself? I like people. I enjoy talking to others. But it can be draining. I would happily sit and be myself, researching or working on something. Or reading for pleasure. But even if my social battery is drained, I would still happily sit with them.”

who makes the bed every morning?

“Steven,” she said simply, then flashed a smile. “He does it best. I think Jake puts in an attempt. And to be fair, Marc does too. Steven is impeccable.”

“I’m probably the worst on some days. My work is during the day or night, it depends. It’s not a set schedule. If I’m as nocturnal as they are, or Marc mostly, I’m usually up before them to try and do some yoga in actual daylight. The beds made by the time I’m back.” She paused, smile playing on her lips still. “If it’s a normal day and I’m asleep during the night, they usually come to bed when I should be waking up. …but perhaps I pretend to sleep a little longer.” Of course they knew it was pretend, but some things didn’t need to be said. She appreciated the lie in. She didn’t mind whether she was asleep at night or the day. Things changed so often, she was used to it.

who likes to keep the house cold and who likes to keep the house warm?

“The Mission is usually cold,” she said, scrunching up her nose before shrugging. “I don’t mind, really. And if it’s just me there’s a touch more warmth to the place.”

She couldn’t tell who liked it cold more or if none of them really cared. Since it didn’t bother her, she wasn’t going to change things. Besides, she liked wearing warm clothes. They were comfier.

who takes longer getting ready?

“I don’t think Jake or Marc would have a closer or wardrobe or dresser. I think for them it’s unnecessary.” It was a quirk that didn’t harm her, and so something she left be. Mostly. Jake had his style of clothing that suited him, and Marc had the suit. Civilian stuff? Not so much. Maybe a little more now. But hardly anything. Clothing didn’t bother her, and why force clothes on him he wasn’t comfortable in?

“Steven has his own style, and it’s quite dashing and dapper.” There was amusement in her tone, but it was good natured and her words were sincere. He looked good. The styles suited him. They ALL looked good - though she had to thank Marlene for showing her some of the very few pictures left from years ago. Boy, styles had really changed hadnt they? “He makes me look good when I stand next to him,” she joked, grinning brightly. “Out of the three, he takes longest. It’s understandable given his job. I’m probably behind him, but I do have magic on my side. And I’m in costume and uniform almost as much as Marc.”

who likes scary movies and who likes funny ones?

“I like scary movies. Marc, Steven, and Jake? They might watch them if I ask them to. It’s not their favourite style. I get it. They know real horror and scary stuff, plus some scary movies are plain awful. I guess for me it makes me feel better to see fake horror.” And she liked a safe thrill sometimes. “If I want to watch scary stuff, I can go to Marlene. I’m not going to force them to watch things. But I do like to watch movies now and then. I don’t know it’s just—- it’s taking a break.”

who screams when they see a bug and who ends up killing it?

She laughed at the question, trying to think about it. “I wish I could say Marc. It’s not Marc. I don’t know. I don’t scream, but it’s probably me that actually gets a start. It’s funny, I’ve fought giant bugs before but the small ones surprise me.” Wanda didn’t kill bugs, she also wouldn’t condemn people for doing that either. She mostly didn’t bother them until they bothered her. …had she once requested them to get rid of a bug that was bugging her? Maybe. Sometimes she forgot she had magic.

who is more technology challenged?

“We can all use technology. Jake uses it less. But I have to admire and be impressed that he doesn’t use the satnav as much as I do. It’s not that any of us can’t use technology, it’s that we just use it for different things.” She paused, thinking it over with a furrowed brow. When it came to technology, maybe even she used it less than others? “With being able to use magic, I guess don’t use it often. I mean, I don’t even use my phone much. I don’t— I mean, the Avengers get in contact. My brother just visits.”

who would be more likely to burn something in the oven?

“Marc and Steven can argue over this. They CAN cook, it’s just not often they do or want to. Jake can cook. Again, not often, but I like his meals.” Wanda gave a little nod, then tilted her head as she thought. “I can cook. I don’t do it a lot and it’s not like I’m a brilliant chef. But I can cook. I like to do it if I have some time. I don’t usually burn things. Honestly.“ She was better with vegetarian meals, but she would cook for them what they wanted - would be happy too. A take out now and then or cheap meal was fine occasionally, but not all the time. It was just one simple way of showing affection and warmth.

who talks in their sleep?

“I do. They do as well. Sometimes I can’t tell who,” she said, speaking softly and slowly. There was a pause, a shake of her head. “I speak usually during bad dreams. It’s not often, but I know it happens. Usually when I’m stressed before sleeping. Sometimes I talk outside of bad dreams.” At this, she brightened a little, soft and amused smirk beginning to grow on her features. “Actually, I maybe was a little evil. PERHAPS I have pretended to be asleep next to them and made a sleep request of something to do, or perhaps some action.” Credit to them for following through on the request. They probably knew she was awake, but in case they didn’t, Wanda knew a few mutterings in her sleep would make any of the three of them happy. Or blush. It depended.

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?

“Jake has done it more than the others, I feel he gets distracted more though. I swear Steven has done it before rushing off, but he says otherwise.” Truthfully? She probably had done it herself. Marc was adamant he’d never done it, which definitely caused her to make a face when he’d said as much but she would believe him. It was a simple, small action, easily forgettable.

who likes getting dressed up more?

“Jake.” Said confidently and firmly, before the witch laughed. “Okay, probably Steven and I. We’re perhaps a bad match, trying to outdo one another - or, no, outdo everyone else. As I said, he makes me look good when I stand by his side.” Still with a smile, she added, “But Marc pulls off any look he tries. It’s usually the suit, sure. But he pulls off any look with ease.”

“I have to try hard. I use magic, sure, so I can’t complain. I have it easy. But I think they put me to shame sometimes.” Whether it was true or not didn’t matter, because she saw them look so good.

who’s better at tying ties?

“They can all tie them better than I can,” Wanda answered with a shrug. “I don’t have a lot of practice. I can. I suppose. Something simple.” She just simply didn’t have much need.

who recorded the answering machine message on the house phone?

“I have. Not that I think it gets any use. I don’t think it’s ever been used and I don’t ask why we need one.” She paused, thinking it over then added, “Hopefully it doesn’t get used. The message is pretty much just joking and for them to hear.”

who’s better at planning romantic things?

“Steven and Jake are really good. Their styles are so different, but I like the surprise. It’s going somewhere different, or leaving things behind for a while. It’s something big or something little.” It was something that was sincere, and she appreciated their actions so much. She always wanted to repay them.

“Marc…” She paused, her smile softening, “I don’t have a love language. I like them all. But I like being around people I care for. I know it can get in the way. But I never feel useless or annoying or that he wants me gone. I value his time with me. I like the little gestures. I don’t need the big gestures.” To just take off his mask was enough. She’d never push or request it. The mask was now… him. It was how he presented himself. It didn’t change how she felt. But to see him without was GOOD.

who takes up more space in the closet?

“Steven. Don’t even look at me, it’s definitely him.” Well, it was between the two of them. “It really isn’t Marc or Jake. I’m surprised they actually have clothes sometimes. Clothes that fit and aren’t filled with holes or tears.”

who has more of a sweet tooth?

“I won’t deny that it’s me. I also won’t deny that they have worked that out and like a child I am rewarded for certain things with candy. It works.” Look, after a long day there was still things that needed done. And she appreciated something sweet to give her energy and keep motivated. “They all their favourites, which took a while to work out because I’m not sure they were always truthful in telling me when they didn’t like something I gave them. Luckily, I’m not picky - sour, sweet, anything, it’s fine.”

who drinks more often?

She scrunched up her nose as she thought, an unconscious habit. “I don’t drink. Not often, I mean. I’m a lightweight and sometimes— well, sometimes I have medication to take. They don’t mix.” Did they drink? Sure. But they weren’t drunk in her presence.

who is most likely to laugh during a serious situation?

“Hm. I’m not sure. It could be any of us, depends on the situation.” She absolutely had laughed or been sarcastic in a serious moment. Her life was so often full of those moments, that she just needed to make light of some circumstances. And sometimes a bad guy just needed to be laughed at.

[jupitersmoon167]

Original Character - Elina Spector

Full Name: Elina Abigail Spector-Grant el Faouly 

Faceclaim: Adelaide Kane

“You may not love her, but she is your daughter, Spector.” 

Elina Spector, daughter of Marc Spector, his alter Steven Grant, and Layla el Faouly. On Earth 426 at least.

Conceived after the events of Season 1 of Moon Knight, and born shortly after, Elina had a relatively normal childhood. That is, if you ignored the elephant in the room. The elephant being that she could see Khonshu clear as day when she was just a baby. It was only until she was a toddler that the system and Layla knew she could see Khonshu, and found out about Jake and the system still being Khonshu’s avatar (and if I ever do write more about this character, more will be delved upon that whole bucket of worms).

Over the next few years, with a few bumps in the road here and there, the family was at peace. With Marc and Steven helping Layla care for their daughter, and Jake fulfilling his duties with Khonshu. He also made sure to see Elina every time he fronted, before he left for whatever duty Khonshu sent him out for (he also did this in secret before the system found out about his existence). However, he never saw the girl as his child, only as his niece, earning the name Tío Jake from Elina.

Everything seemed to be all and well, up until Elina was 12 years old. With this being a different dimension, the timeline would be different compared to the original MCU timeline. In this dimension, the events of Infinity War took place years after Moon Knight. And when Thanos snapped his fingers, he took half of all life in the universe, including Layla and the Moon Knight system. Even Khonshu’s healing could not stop them from turning to dust. Shortly after the snap, another major event occurred, leaving Elina to be one of the last few humans on Earth, with only Khonshu at her side, as he refused to leave the girl he saw as his granddaughter.

Two years pass by, and Elina officially becomes his avatar after she nearly dies. And over the next few years, she traverses the earth with Khonshu at her side. That is, until the Watcher appears, asking for her aid in defeating Infinity Ultron, becoming a Guardian of the Multiverse (as seen in the What If… series). After defeating the variant Ultron, Elina refuses to go back home to Earth 426, seeing as there’s nothing left of her home, and having lost hope that she could bring back her family. So, the Watcher entrusts her to look after America Chavez, a being able to traverse the Multiverse at will.

Over their travels, the two become good friends (even seeing each other as sisters), and Elina protects her to the best of her ability. At least until Wanda Maximoff of Earth 199999 targets America for her power. Long story short, Elina Spector and Khonshu are included in the events of Doctor Strange: Multiverse of Madness. After the events of the film, Stephen and Wong have Elina stay in Kamar-Taj, wanting to keep an eye on her (and Elina refusing to leave America).

All seems well. At least until the Khonshu of that Earth detects Elina’s presence. He sends Jake to find her, and dispose of her, believing that she’s posing as his avatar. And when Elina finds out that the Moon Knight of this Earth hunting her down, is none other than her uncle, she realizes she’s just made things a lot more complicated for the system.

“Is that your Dad?”

“… Kind of?”

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