#autistic marc spector

[gaysexofficial]

steven being canonly autistic means that MARC is also autistic. first mcu superhero with autistic swag

[alfriis]

Marc Spector? more like Marc Spectrum

[geodaio]

first post and its moon knight stim hcs??? first post and its moon knight stim hcs.

ive literally been spinning these in my head for wayyyy too long, theyre half based on the show and half straight up just my hcs which are based on some of my own stims and i needed to share them SO:

Steven

it is literally canon that steven fiddles with his hands and sleeves, doing things like wringing his hands back and forth and just generally having a lot of little hands stims (i literally have reblogged gifs of his hand stims before)

i think he also fiddles with and runs his hands over different things, like different fabrics, to feel the texture of it (which is partially canon due to the scene in the Duat where hes running his hand over the pile of towels)

he also rubs the bottom of his sleeves and his shirts in-between his fingers to feel it! idk i just think hes a very texture stim sort of guy i think he loves feeling textures

pressure stims!!!!! he literally has this recurring motion that he does in the show where he holds his hands to his chest and i think he likes pressing down in a sort of half-hug motion to himself! i also think he sort of rubs over his heart when he does this sometimes

FIDGET TOY KING!!!! LITERALLY CANON!!!!! I think he has just more than the rubiks cube, i feel like he has other sorts of stim puzzles, maybe a fidget cube, things like that (i also think he would get really attached to those articulated stim toys that look like animals)

he would probably also make a lot of stim toys out of different objects, if you give him pretty much any object he will find a way to stim with it somehow

i feel like he definitely rocks back and forth, but it isn't very intense a lot of the time? it is more of a gentle sway, but he does it very often, especially when hes just standing still waiting for something

absolutely 100% a hand flapper, specifically up and down because he doesn't like the way that his fingers hit each other when he flaps his hands left to right

Jake

SOUND STIMS SOUND STIMS i think jake is such a sound stims guy

hes definitely big on whistling and humming, and makes a lot of little clicking and popping sounds with his mouth

he clicks his fingers a lot as well and moves his hand around while he does it so that the sound hits his ears in different ways (like a bat yknow? echolocation and all that)

loves to crack his knuckles for the sound and the feel, but has to shake his hands out a bit afterwards usually because they feel weird sometimes

he definitely has a stim where he taps the backs of his one hand with his other hand when hes wearing his gloves, because he loves the sound that his gloves make tapping against each other

he used to have a stim where he would drag his toe across the ground in shoes to make his leg bounce but then he would have to buy new shoes cause the toes would wear out so he does it less now

instead he rubs his shoes, specifically the toes, back and forth on the ground, specifically if hes sitting down and happens to have both of his feet on the floor

CHEWS ON FUCKING EVERYTHING if it can be chewed on, even if it shouldnt be chewed on, i guarentee he is chewing on it. i mean pencils i mean pencaps i mean zipper pulls i mean Anything-

he usually tries to have something edible to chew on at all times with him, usually some sort of hard candy, and he also has a chewing necklace that he wears a lot at the flat, and sometimes under his jacket if he feels like he'll need it when hes out and about

Marc

i feel like marc has a lot more subtle stims (hello masking!), unless hes around people he trusts

he definitely has a chewing stim, but specifically softer things like fabric and soft chewing necklaces

he bites on the edges of his sleeves when he is at the flat, specifically when he is thinking, or blankets and pillows if hes overwhelmed

if he not at the flat he usually just grinds his teeth if he has the need to chew on something, he constantly has jaw aches because of it

he rubs his hands and his knuckles over his thighs a lot and taps his fingers on his legs

i definitely think he clenches his fists over and over again before stretching his hands out like he wants to flap his hands but is too tense, especially in public

when he starts to unmask more he definitely does a lot of hand flapping mixed in with gesturing as he talks

he also cracks his knuckles and his wrists out repeatedly both for the sound and the feeling of it, he does it a lot when hes out of the flat

he also has a stim where he rolls his shoulders back and stretches out his neck? he isn't quite sure if it really is a stim but he does it for the same reasons that he does all of his other stims so it counts

i also think he rocks up onto the balls of his feet a lot and back down, mixed with a bit of rocking? this feels like one that he only really does when hes comfortable with who hes with

JUMPING!!!!!! THIS IS LITERALLY CANON!!!! he jumps up and down and tucks his legs up when he does to get more height and i think that he does it when hes really excited about something

[joyful-soul-collector]

[ms5m1th]

Papa loses Baby when playing hide and seek, but she won't come out until someone else calls her.

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"Baby, this isn't fun anymore! Come out now!"

No answer.

Marc had reluctantly began to play hide and seek with Baby, just wanting to entertain them for a while, but now they've disappeared. Now, he's running around the flat, checking in any and every space where they might be.

"Why would they be in the toilet!?"

"I don't know Steven! How did they get in top of the fridge that one time?! Can you tell me that!?"

"Calm down, the-"

"Why would I calm down when I CAN'T FIND THEM, JAKE!?"

Marc starts stimming, starting to get overwhelmed as tears started to well in his eyes.

"W-Where are they? I-I can't,"

If Marc was in his right mind, he would of heard a giggle coming from above him. But he wasn't, so he didn't. Jake, however, heard this and sighed.

'They're gonna kill us one day,' Jake thought before forcefully pushing to the front. Ignoring his headache, he looks up and glared. There they were, in the rafters like a damn monkey staring straight down at him.

"Guppy, get down. Now,"

Not noticing his tone, they tilted there head. "Why, Papi?" Jake said nothing, staring back at them. "You made Papa overwhelmed looking for you. You had him worried when you didn't answer his calls. I need you to come back down, now." This made them frown, but comply.

"Didn't mean to, Papi. I was silly," As they were about to fall, Jake caught them with a sigh. "I know that, Guppy, but Papa didn't know that you were trying to be silly. He thought something happened to you."

Guppy said nothing, and avoided the sight of Jake in their peripheral all together, looking at Gus' tank. "Hey," Jake softly guided their head towards him, caressing their face when they look past him but attentive.

"It's okay to be silly, but just try to pay more attention, okay? That way, no one gets overwhelmed, okay?"

Guppy nods, but their breathing gets heavier. "'Kay, didn't mean... d-didn't," They whine as they harmfully stim, their hands hitting their head as their eyes squeeze shut. Jake felt a gentle poke in his head, and allowed it, causing Marc to front.

"Sh, baby. It's okay, everything's alright." They shake their head, hitting it harder. "Hey, stop that." Marc grabs their hands and guided to his chest instead. The first few hits land on his collarbones before they tried to mask it. "Stop that, baby. Stop. You're gonna hurt yourself. You can hit Papa, it's okay."

They hesitantly but reluctantly started hitting his chest as Marc squeezed with the pressure that they needed. Eventually, they claimed down as was being rocked as Marc hummed.

"You okay, baby?" Guppy sniffles and blinks, snuggling closer to Marc. "No more hiding seek for a while, huh?" They shake their head softly, and falls asleep.

They weren't going to play that game for a while. But that was fine by them.

[purplehalnw]

What I really hope for season 2 of Moon Knight is that they at least mention that the system is autistic.

Bc like most viewers are not gonna know that a character is autistic unless its explicitly stated in the show and in most shows when they do explicitly state it its portrayed badly/stereotypically. So it would be really great if they did mention it so everyone can know that this is an actually good example of what autism can look like.

Maybe since Marc and Steven are going to try to live normal lives now maybe they could do it through a therapy session or smth. I kinda doubt that it'll happen since the autism was just a thing that Oscar Issac added in himself and not the writers. But it would be so great if they did and they had Marc and Steven talk about how Marc masks so much.

[trickster-jpeg]

Can’t You See That You’re Lost Without Me?

Summary: Snippet from the system's childhood. They were around seven years old when their mum left them on the side of the road one day. The whole thing must’ve only lasted with them chasing after the car for no longer than a few minutes, but it still stuck with them.

Warnings: I mean just major warning for child. The whole thing is triggered by them having a meltdown because they're overstimulated, so obviously Wendy's not gonna react with compassion or sympathy.

Word Count: 1123 It's On AO3 -> Here

They were around seven years old when their mum left them on the side of the road one day. The whole thing must’ve only lasted with them chasing after the car for no longer than a few minutes, but it still stuck with them.

They couldn’t remember the circumstances properly, the best that they could work out was that they’d been walking around shopping with their mum all day. From what they can remember, they didn’t think the day had even been that bad in all honesty. Their mum had even bought them a small stuffed teddy from a garden centre. A soft grey elephant that they’d fallen in love with upon sight.

They didn’t remember anything else until they were seated in the car, utterly exhausted as well as both hungry and thirsty. This combined with their legs aching after having done so much movement without break was really the perfect recipe for overstimulation and a meltdown. Neither of which was a fun experience to say the least. So when their mother said that they were going to stop off at and walk around another shop, the lump that had been growing in their throat suddenly swelled further.

Their sandpaper mouth and the hunger-pained knot in their stomach became apparent as they tried to soothe it by swallowing what little saliva they had in their mouth. A wave of frustration washed over them as they were suddenly aware of how drained they had become from the day’s events. Burning tears welled up in their eyes as they failed to verbalise their needs, not knowing how to formulate the words to tell their mother that they physically couldn’t will themself to use up anymore of the energy they didn’t have. Too exasperated to think properly, they kicked their feet out at the dashboard, their shoe colliding against it with a heavy clatter. In irritation, they violently shook their head in an attempt to convey what they were trying to tell her.

“NO!”

It was such a stupid thing to be pushed over the edge by, so ordinary. They knew now that they couldn’t help it, that meltdowns and overstimulation were just things they had to be careful of and at worst all they could do was try to minimise the damage. But at the time, they hadn’t known any better. Didn’t have the reassurance or the vocabulary to explain their behaviour. They had simply just been labelled a problem and told that they had to grow up. To learn how to act their age.

They couldn’t remember how it suddenly got worse. How it reached the point it did. All they knew was that it suddenly jumped to their mother pulling over on the side of the road and shouting at them to get out. They could remember the fear that coursed through them as they continued to kick the dash, desperately trying to get their words out to apologise and explain. But they couldn’t.

She reached over to harshly unbuckle their seatbelt. She angrily grabbed the handle and all but threw the door open, all while ordering them to get out of the car. Their breathing was heavy as the tears streamed from their eyes, their throat closing even tighter the more they made attempts at spitting their excuses out for her to hear. Not that she would’ve listened. She just kept shouting.

And then suddenly they were outside of the car. They couldn’t tell whether they’d voluntarily exited the vehicle with the terror of their mother’s fury acting as a catalyst, or whether she’d done something to push them out. All they knew is that the next moment in the sequence of events was that they were watching her reach over the now empty passenger seat and slam the door shut. All they knew was that they had been stood on the roadside as they watched in horror as the car began to speed away from them.

It took a moment for their brain to send the signals to their legs because they remember the shock as they tried to process what was happening at that moment in time. The disbelief as they stood on the patchy, dying grass and blinked the tears out of their eyes. Full body tremors rippling throughout their body like a beacon as the dirt kicked up on the road from where the car had been stationary not moments ago. Then they were clutching their new elephant friend in their hand desperate to not leave it behind and running after the vehicle as fast as their short legs could take them.

They know that they had screamed after her, begging for her to stop driving away from them. Breaths catching in their chest as they pushed themselves even further past the physical exertion they had been suffering as they wailed for her to come back. Their legs erupted with searing pain as their muscles consumed energy reserves they didn’t have. They howled with dread as they begged for her to stop and listen to their apologies. That they’d do whatever she wanted if only she’d let them back into the car.

They remember she stopped eventually. It must’ve felt longer in the moment as a child, because looking back on it she probably hadn’t driven that far away from them. She’d pulled up onto the side of the road again and as they sprinted to the door, they could still feel the way she’d stared at them as though she was looking into their very soul. Her piercing and uncaring gaze judging every fibre of them. They felt sick as they remembered the apologies that spilled from their lips like a tsunami. The trepidation as they felt the pressure to convince her to let them back into the car. To not leave them to find their way back home on their own.

Eventually, she muttered under her breath begrudgingly before reaching over and just barely popping the door open. They could still see the way they’d lunged to tug at the door, their body all but diving into the car seat as they thanked her for her patience. As they felt the relief at how ‘kind’ she had been letting them back into the vehicle and for putting up with their awful behaviour.

They didn’t remember anything else from that day. They didn’t try to. Why would they when they didn’t even want to know anymore about it? They just wanted to collect what they could to eventually try and bury it in the earth next to their mother and never visit the cemetery full of similar events that they had created. They didn’t bother marking its grave. It didn’t deserve the recognition of a headstone.

[angelmichelangelo]

stims that the moon knight system use based on stims that i use. here we go:

marc:

rocking back and forth (both standing and sitting) very self-soothing 10/10

picking at the skin around his fingernails esp when anxious or nervous

steven:

flapping his hands (he does this a few times in the show i think?) when overwhelmed both in a good and bad sense

using stim toys yes yes yes esp rubber bands. he def has a fidget spinner lol

jake:

humming. literally makes my brain feel so good idek how to explain it. i just gotta hum

repetitive behaviour. you pick something up and put it back down. you pick it back up, and put it back down.

[lovely-necromancy]

The Moon and the Stars ch5

Pairings: Mark Spector/Reader, Steven Grant/Reader, Jake Lockley/Reader

Warnings: Swear words, inaccurate DID, inaccurate Spanish (I’m like lvl one guys bonus I did grow up in a bilingual family so accurate bilingual moments)

Word count: 6,441

It was a long and silent walk back to the car. Everyone was walking on eggshells to not crack under the suffocating silence that had fallen over your now large group. The occasional sniffle could be heard from the young boy gripping your hand to the point it was starting to feel numb. As Mateo played with the rings on your fingers doing his best to calm down.

After you'd released him from the hug back in the library; you, Layla, and Peter all saw double. When standing next to Steven it would be hard to even try and deny who Mateo got his genes from. It was telling if it got even Peter to shut his mouth. Matt had to make his own conclusions based off of the general reactions. Thankfully for once he'd put a lid on his sarcastic comments and was allowing everyone else to have a moment to process the big reveal. Or he was focusing on how to explain this all to Foggy later, the man was like an overprotective older brother when it came to you, he probably wouldn't be too happy to know you'd have a child with this strange man.

There were a few glances sent Steven's way by large teak wood doe eyes. All the work Mateo did to soothe himself was undone with every glance he sent in the man's direction – the you boy's eyes fluttering rapidly and the grip on your hand constricting even more.

Not one of the system had said one word to him.

And it was heart breaking to watch Mateo struggle with the silence. You wanted nothing more than to engulf him in another hug and reassure him things were fine. That Steven, Marc, and Jake just needed a little bit to get their thoughts together; that unlike you the men hadn't been expecting to meet their future son this week. But it wasn't the time to have a sit down with the kid, you still needed to get him somewhere safe, somewhere with wards built in.

Not to mention you'd hate to just put the men on the spot like that – they deserved this brief moment of contemplation. Especially with the way Steven was wringing his hands as if he were trying to pop his wrist right off of his arm.

Then the silence was abruptly shattered for you and Steven when you got to the car.

“Kid's too small, he needs a booster seat.” Jake said via reflection in the back window as you all approached.

His gaze flickered towards Steven but would linger on Mateo as he spoke to his headmate, likely forgetting that you could also hear him.

Steven jumped out of his skin when the words suddenly came flying out, breaking him from his thoughts. The system could speak in their headspace and hear each other fine, but Steven was known to block out everything when he was so deep in thought. Scaring the hell out of Steven to get his attention had become accepted by all including Steven, begrudgingly.

Steven's jump went unnoticed to the other three as Peter had stopped walking suddenly and frantically began attempting to pop his ears. Layla looked on concerned and Matt stopped as she slowed down, not wanting to bump into his guide should she stop.

“You alright Peter?” she asked confused by his sudden jittery behavior.

“Uh...hm.. yeah just, got an intense ringing just now.”

The back of Peter's neck was practically crawling and he couldn't gauge where his senses were telling him to look.

“Well then, Mr. Parker we should probably get you home then. Maybe laying down will help that.” Matt let go of Layla's arm as he used his cane to find Peter again.

Taking your focus off of Jake's ranting you ask, “Did you guys need a ride?”

“No that's alright, I should get back to the firm. Have to get some work done today.” Matt jokes.

Peter nods, “And I need to pick up some things for May before dinner tonight.” Peter presses his hand to his ear and rapidly shakes it. Wincing as the pressure and motion to nothing to stop the ringing and tingling in his ear.

“Ok, just text when you get home.”

“You too.” Matt calls out as he finds his way using his cane to catch the sidewalk.

When Peter makes to leave without saying anything you call out to him, “I'm serious Parker, don't make me call May tonight. It'll be that LEGO ship if you do.”

“Ok, yea I'll text when I get home.”

Jake was still ranting to Steven having switched to Spanish when Steven kept ignoring him. Ignoring was the wrong term, the British man seemed more stumped on how to respond to the badgering coming from his normally laid back alter.

You sigh.

“We don't have time t run and grab a booster seat Jake.” you're tired and annoyed and it comes through in your tone.

You miss the way Layla's eyes follow Peter with a questioning frown in place.

Having finally gotten a response from someone Jake hones in on you instead.

“He's too small we need a booster seat.”

“And where do you suppose we go to get one? How would we all get there?” it's clear that if you take into account Jake's concern someone will have to stay behind with Mateo as the rest of the party gets a booster seat.

“There are stores literally everywhere it won't even take thirty minutes.” he bites back.

“Hah, in this city? It'll take thirty minutes just to park, ask Marc.”

Mateo tugs on your hand gaining your attention. You tilt your head at him with a small “Hmm?”

“Papi solo se preocuparse.”

And that's what launched Jake into commanding the body from Steven who was still a bit of a space cadet, unable to follow the alter's or your argument.

“Y buena razón!” Jake gently chides the boy before facing you, his posture straight as he meets you with direct eye contact. “A seat belt won't properly fit him, he'll get hurt if there's an accident.” he stresses to you.

“Ok, I get that, I really really do but what's your solution? You run to the store while we stay out in public,” you lean into whisper, “with a time traveler? The longer we stay out in the open the more risk we're putting Mateo in. We need to think about his safety, Jake.”

“I am thinking about his safety, you want him flying through -”

Mateo lets out a shrill yell.

“Family meeting!”

It's effective in stopping the argument between you and Jake.

You're eye level with your son before you really register what he's just asked for, surprisingly Jake also followed your lead, kneeling at his side.

“What's up?”

“Qué es?”

His little shoulders relax as his eyes dart from your face to Jake's and repeats the motion a few times. Finding his words before he speaks.

Wringing his hands he looks away from Jake, keeping his eyes trained on your own hands resting on your knees.

“Hola papi.” he whispers in the smallest voice.

And still Jake's features grow impossibly soft at the timid greeting, “Hola hijo, ¿qué pasa?” he asks gently.

Biting his lip Mateo looks up at his father once more scuffing his toe into the ground. He hesitantly stretches his arms out to the man. Jake's face is a mixture of confusion and pure shock when it clicks what the boy wants. Gingerly he wraps his arms around him, one arm firmly around his torso and the other coming up to let him cradle the back on his son's head as Mateo roosts into his chest.

With shakey pupils and unsteady breath Jake looks directly into your eyes over Mateo's shoulder. In that instant you both understood you needed to work together for your son's sake.

After Jake released Mateo from the embrace he looked deeply into your eyes and spoke as if he were trying to reach your soul.

“I don't like it but...I'll drive carefully. No middle seat though.” he says with an air of finality as his eyes turn back to their normal confident indifference.

You nod, “I trust you.” and you did.

You'd all made it back to your apartment in one peace; you even shot off texts to Foggy, Peter, and Matt letting them know that you'd made it home safely. You gave everyone free run to make themselves at home in your cozy little one bedroom apartment. Mateo stayed by your side clutching your hand in one of his while his other had Jake firmly planted.

You weren't sure who had the stronger grip on who in the moment.

Layla made her way to the couch and collapsed into it, taking a minute to breathe before straightening up and looking over at the three of you. Her heart clenched a little at the small family before her, a passing thought of a future she and Marc never had – had talked about but hadn't gone further than the what if phase.

She swallows that down, evening out her tone with a heavy exhale, “We gonna talk about this elephant in the room then?”

Mateo turns scanning the part of the room, even standing on his tip toes trying to peer down the hallway.

You choke back the laugh that threatens to spill from your lips, Layla bites back her smile – Jake has no qualms about letting out a small chortle at the child's naivety.

“It's just a saying baby, Auntie Layla just wants to talk about our family.” he doesn't look convinced by your explanation, like there could still be some type of elephant in the room but he'll accept your explanation for now.

You wait for Layla to speak again, knowing she has something on her mind. She takes her time eyes roaming over Mateo who stops his search and beams over to her with a small wave of your conjoined hands.

“Hi, auntie!”

She cracks a small smile despite the clench in her chest and the stinging behind her eyes.

“Hi Mateo, nice to meet you.” it gets a giggle out of the little boy, who bashfully tries to hide behind your legs.

Layla thinks carefully about her words before she asks, “So, Mateo Marc's your dad?”

The way his nose scrunches up and his brows dip down at that question is too cute. You really hadn't thought much about kids in your future, when you did they were just passing thoughts here or there but Mateo is really winning you over.

“No.” he says shaking his head and Jake stiffens next to you as you look from him to his mini me and back. There's no possible way they can't be related.

Jake's thumb flattens his knuckles in a muted cracking but there is no pop only the dull and heavy pressure on his knuckles.

“Steven's my dad. Marc's pops, and Jake is papi.” it's spoken with the conviction only a child could convey. Simple and with no room for argument; each word was spoken as if it were truth and law.

“And what else can you tell us hijo?”

Mateo stops trying to hide behind you when Jake speaks to him, he leans close to his father bumping into his side as he sways back and forth between you two.

“Um...” he mumbles before locking eyes with Jake. He straightens out his posture and says, “I'm seven and this is my first time jump!” his voice is filled with bravado and pride. His grin fades once he remembers something. Turning in on himself his hands slip from your grasps falling limp by his sides, shoulders slumping downwards making him appear smaller as well as downcast eyes stubbornly refuse to look any of you as he mumbles out, “I think...I missed my mark. I wasn't home I was here in zazi's apartment. I was supposed to be home.”

His eyes blink rapidly now.

All of you share a concerned look amongst yourselves at his distress.

“It's gonna be ok Mateo.” you coo rubbing a hand between his shoulders.

He shrinks in on himself even more and dejectedly mutters, “But I messed up twice.”

Messing with the already flattened and misshaped curls on his head you share looks with the other two, hoping they have a helpful suggestion. Layla has a frown set in place obviously concerned about the information while Jake stares at Mateo, man looks seconds away from scooping the poor thing into his arms.

With a sigh you pat your knees standing up and change the subject.

“It's gonna be fine, we'll figure this out. For now...it's almost dinner time, we should call something in – I wasn't expecting company so the shelves are pretty bare. You got any allergies?” nudging Mateo.

He nods, “I can't have dairy or gluten. And it needs to come from a kosher kitchen.”

You look at Jake who gives a confriming nod to your unasked question, before answering Mateo, “We're in New York, it shouldn't be an issue. I'll go get the menus.”

On the way to the kitchen you pull out your phone and text Peter. Jokes are your go to coping mechanism but you aren't sure if anyone in the other room is really ready for that right now. Instead you bother the neighborhood sarcastic comedian.

'You think a Rabi would know if an enby could birth a Jew?”

His reply is instant, 'o yea...meant to ask about that. I can get aunt may to ask next time she runs into rabi ruddenstien'

'home btw' he ends

Shaking your head at his antics you reply, 'Thanks Peter. For everything.'

'np..., Hey you gonna be ok with all this? there's smt strange about the marc guy'

'I know, and I may tell you later...idk I have to ask first.'

It takes him a bit to respond, probably relaying everything to May, 'ok just so you know i heard a certain spider is creeping around sure if you yell he'd hear'

The kid was too sweet for his own good sometimes.

Putting your phone back in your pocket you open the drawer that was home to various miss matched pot holders and a number of menus. Pushing back a glass that was precariously placed at the edge of the counter as you grabbed the menus.

When you get back to the living room you notice Mateo isn't there anymore and Jake is watching the hallway like a hawk.

Spreading the menus out on the coffee table in front of her you sit down next to Layla who's been very quiet this afternoon, “Bathroom?”

She startles a little, “Oh, yeah? I think, honestly I'm not sure he said he had to check on something and ran down that way.”

You relax into the couch with a shrug, there isn't much for Mateo to get into in your apartment so there's no reason for you to be worried. This is the perfect time to kick back a little, there's no time traveling seven year old on the loose and unattended, instead he's tucked safely in your protected apartment. All that's left is to figure out how to send him home.

“Were we thinking dinner then planning or planning over dinner?” you ask her.

She sighs, “This has all been...” casting a glance down the hallway and at Jake over by the window, “a lot to take in. Maybe we just...I dunno rest and pick back up in the morning?”

“It's your call Layla, I knew how deep this water was. I've already given Marc an out; y'know for helping with the whole sending Mateo back but now-” you motion towards the newly installed sentry in your apartment and she gives a slow understanding now – the system was unlikely to leave now knowing just how connected they were to this mission. “Seriously, if you wanted to call it quits right now I wouldn't blame you – or stop you for that matter. You've done more than enough, which...thank you by the way.”

There's a sad glimmer in her eyes as she looks at you. She makes her decision in that moment.

“No, no I'm staying.” her tone was firm and there was a small fire in her eyes. “They're my friends and you are too now. So, I'm helping. For the long run, I'm helping.”

You give her a smile hoping it communicates just how grateful you are for her help. While you would've easily let them all leave you wouldn't know the first place to start when it came to sending a time traveler back home to his time.

“Mateo, come here we're ordering dinner.” you call out down the hall.

It isn't long before curly haired boy comes rushing out of your room holding a jar with Coo following after him.

Layla's eyes widen and a comically large frown is set on her face, “Oh...I don't know what I was expecting...I mean I know they all said you had a pigeon but...wow.”

Her shock was actually the best reaction you'd had to someone meeting Coo, most people tended to freak out thinking he was a wild pigeon or given his scarring from abuse thought he was a mean bird.

You shrug off her comment as Coo excitedly flys up to your shoulder to perch and greet you. “Hey buddy, been good? Kept the house spider free?” you joke with him as you give him scritches.

Layla gestures to the jar in Mateo's hands, “Whatcha got there?”

The young boy holds out what you recognize as one of your home's many protection jars, despite it's sludgey appearance. You'd never had one of your jars turn out like this; sure they sometimes caught nasty energies and would rot one or two ingredients but never had they developed what can only be described as a tar like dark liquid – clinging and staining the sides of the jar at every little movement.

“Khonshu's mad.” you aren't sure what the flash of fear that spiked through you was from. The dead serious tone of a child giving a cryptic message or the fact that he was certain the jar was a result of his father's patron.

Very calmly you kneel to his level and take the jar from him, “Right, so yea...we'll talk to him later. Right now we're going to relax and have dinner alright?” he gives you a nod and you try to send your best reassuring smile in spite of the loud forceful beating of your heart.

When he beams back up at you you gently pet the top of his head, careful of his still formed curls. Standing back up you speak to Jake and Layla, “I'm gonna go ahead and...dispose of this, you guys pick something and I'll order when I get back I shouldn't be long.”

Mateo quickly takes your spot next to Layla taking two menus and scanning their offered items. Jake catches your gaze, eyes dipping down to look at the jar in your hands with a sneer. Jake moves from the window to be closer to the couch looking over the boy's shoulder, Mateo notices and leans closer to his papi to share the menu.

Kid had the man wrapped around his little finger and everyone in the room knew it.

Your ride up to the roof felt more a kin to a death march, as you made your way to the lovely community garden. Hawkeye had bought out the buildings on this block a while after the first snap. Not only did it help tenants in the area recover but it rebuilt the community by helping everyone pull in their resources without having to worry about rent. Even after the second snap it was a community that welcomed you with open arms. At the next community meeting you were actually going to open a petition for a bee hive or two to help improve pollination of the garden up here; it's also be a way to source local honey and wax for projects for kids at the library.

But that isn't what you were up here for – now you're using this garden as a way to take care of the gross sludge in a jar Khonshu had supposedly left for you. Taking a trowel you break the seal of the jar and pour a bit of soil from the garden in to it before you reseal it. Taking care to surround it with a small force field preventing anything from leaking out and spreading through the neighborhood. You set the intention to have the dirt purify the contents before you tuck the jar away to be brought out later when it isn't a nasty ball of negativity and hate just waiting to seep into someone's life.

“You have my sincere apologies, little witch.” the sudden voice has you jolting, hands nearly dropping the glass jar.

“Christ!”

“Not quite.” he muses “I am surprised that you've found the traveler so quickly...given your many follies.”

Another voice is quick to break through the peaceful dusk skyline, “Khonshu.” Jake's warning comes out as a growl towards his patron god.

The deity bristles under the hidden accusation, “Oh please, spare me your chivalrous act Lockley. Tell me if it hadn't been so obvious that the traveler was yours would you be this protective over the witchling? To think my own Moon Knight is to spawn what is sure to be a constant thorn in my side. This has the worm's influence all over it – the impudence, done to spite me no doubt.”

“I have no idea what tangent you're on about. But yes, we've found Mateo. He's safe and accounted for; now all we have to do is figure out how to send him home.”

Khonshu has stepped closer to you now, “And yet you intend to play house for the evening now that he's been located, rather than let me send him back this very instant by myself?”

Though he poses it as a question it's more of a critique.

“We agreed that-”

“No, I did not agree. We did however, make a deal...an arrangement one I plan on keeping. But know this witchling,” he takes another step towards you and Jake moves to step in between you, “do not test me by keeping the child here longer than it takes. I will send him back regardless...if need be.”

Inhaling deeply you steady your tone and inflection before speaking.

“All due respect Lord Khonshu,” you stress, “Mateo is seven. He hasn't seen his family in days. He has a right to be overwhelmed and volatile. On top of that your Moon Knights have just found out they have a future son. I think everyone would benefit from a few hours to process and relax. I mean unless you'd rather us feeble mortals push through the exhaustion and emotional duress potentially leading to a much bigger timeline mishap if Mateo misses his next stop. We don't know how accurate his jumps are and from the sound of it he'd been prepared and prepped for the first jump that landed him here.”

Your head is tilted to meet Khonshu's eye sockets head on, he tilts his head further up leaving his beak in your line  of sight.

“I pray you never meet a pettier god, my work will be cut out for me if you do. That tongue of yours could stand to remain still.”

Looking between you and Jake the god can't help but huff. Not even fully together and already you were getting on his nerves.

“Fine, I shall leave until morning. The second the moon sets we will be discussing this further.”

“Hold up!” Jake calls out halting the god in his attempt to leave.

Once he has the moon god's attention he asks, “Why give them the ability to see us – the reflections what purpose does that serve?”

Khonshu's posture is lax as he leisurely looks towards you, “You're mistaken Jake Lockley, I had nothing to do with that. The witchling is just coming into their powers now that they aren't stomping them down.”

Before either of you can ask him anything else a sharp gust of wind blows through taking Khonshu with it. Looking at each other you and Jake are left with a lot more questions than you'd started with.

The ride back down to the apartment seemed longer than the ride up to the gardens. Jake had given you the heads up that Mateo had picked out something he swore you'd love and so Jake went ahead and ordered the food. You still had about fifteen minutes left for the delivery to get there.

You thanked him and asked how much it was so you could pay him back.

Instead he changed the subject, “Mateo's a good name.” he compliments.

“Thanks, I've never been one to think about my future or the possibility of kids...but Mateo was just one name I'd throw around a bit. And – well when I saw him it was like I just knew it was meant for him.”

Jake nods, thumb rubbing the underside of his index finger.

“It suits him...and it doesn't sound too bad with our last names: Mateo Lockley, Mateo Grant, Mateo Spector.” he lists.

You find yourself staring at him with your lips pursed to the side, “You...each have different last names? Wait – sorry is that rude, I just hadn't given it much thought before so it's a bit surprising to hear.”

“It's fine. Not like it changes anything...but it may be difficult for you to choose which to take later.” he looks away with a shrug.

At first you thought one of the other men were in the reflective bit of the metal but when your gaze hit the wall it's only Jake's reflection staring back at you.

You hum out, “You mean if we all got married? I could just keep my name y'know.” you grin and look towards the man instead of the reflection as he turns to face you again.

He looks at you, brows furrowed and for a second you think it's Marc with his stone stern features, “What'd ya mean 'if'? Like we're just gonna knock ya up and be done with it?”

He seems offended by the mere thought, while you just let the comment roll off like water.

“Not everyone who have children together are married.”

Sparing a glance at your phone you do some quick calculations.

“That aside. Jake, we've only known each other for thirty-seven hours – give or take. We've just found out that we will have a child together sometime in the undisclosed future, who has special abilities. I ...we don't have to rush anything ok? We have time to figure this all out. Don't force yourself into some role just for Mateo's or my sake. If it's meant to be it will be.”

The doors open and you make your exit, Jake following behind. Before you can get too far he grabs at your wrist, holding you in place. It's not tight or suffocating and if you're honest with yourself you should have expected this level of romantic comedy drama from a man who so intensely watched Twilight on the plane last night. So, you weren't shocked that it happened, just another movie trop you can cross off the bucket list right up there with having a shitty day and getting splashed with rainwater from a truck speeding past.

“It's not forced...I want this – I want a family.”

Looking into his brown eyes all you see is truth but also a wave of uncertainty as though he's afraid of the rejection of his confession. You're in trouble in your future, those eyes all but seal it for you. All it'd take is just one glance at those captivating windows and you'd fold faster than a lawn chair, and given the exact replica just down the hall you can just about imagine how much you cave into your boys' demands.

“You are such a dork.” you say it so lightly and with a breathy laugh that Jake almost didn't hear it. Almost. His heart had skipped a best when he heard it.

“At the end of the day I guess you'll be my dork though. But again we have time.” you stress each word in your last sentence as you grab his other hand with yours rubbing a thumb along his torn up knuckles.

“We'll figure things out Jake. For tonight let's go try and relax. Be there for our son.”

Jake couldn't deny the tingling sparks he felt all over when you uttered the words 'our son', even if he wanted to he just couldn't. Jake Lockley never thought he or either of the other alters would ever be in this position but now he knows that they all get a chance at the domestic life: caring, loving spouse by their side rearing a well adjusted child who saw each man as a father. He may not know anything about you aside from being a witch with a somewhat auspicious past – if your friends were anything to go off of. But even at your worst you probably weren't as bad as he himself was. The hands you held onto so firmly yet so gently have killed people; just torn into their bodies and soaked in their blood or strangled the life out of them.

These hands of his didn't deserve to have soothing circles rubbed into them, or the feather light touches that caressed their callouses, they didn't deserve the delicate hold you had or the slight swaying of you swinging them. Jake Lockley was a bad man, not an evil one he'd just done a lot of nasty things in his life and in Marc's. But he's never been a selfish man – always put the system above himself personally...until he saw Mateo with his own eyes. Heard the boy call him 'papi'. Jake wanted to be selfish now, despite Marc's shutdown – the eerie silence triggering a meltdown for Steven – Jake wanted this. He wanted to have this nice loving family that he should have gotten as a child. Hell there was a reason you two had a child in the future so why not be selfish and find out.

He may not have known anything about you, but he was sure he could love you.

“You're right, there's no rush.” he returns the gentle grip on your hands bringing them up to his face to plant a gentle kiss on the back of your knuckles. It may have been just a small thank you but the way your breath hitched and your pupils dialated left him smirking. He could slow down to enjoy this, enjoy these moments – ultimately it didn't matter how long it took to get together because there was proof sitting on the floor of your apartment. Jake could be selfish and he'd get to have his family.

Closing his eyes he savors the moment nonetheless, releasing your hands with a deep exhale he turns serious once more, like he was just outside of the library earlier today.

“We're all sleeping in the living room, your apartment has too many weak points to keep track of.”

Rolling your eyes in spite of the soft smile on your face, “Mateo's right, you do worry too much.”

You two were just beginning to walk again when the elevator dinged and a delivery girl from the Shwarma place stepped out. You weren't a regular on her deliveries but she lived in the building so she knew you by sight.

“Hey got your order right here, havin' a party tonight?”

“Thanks Cayenne, no 've got family over.” patting yourself down you come to find your wallet isn't n you.

Before you can ask her to follow you to your apartment the man beside you steps in, tipping the woman and attempting to take the bags.

Cayenne looks back at you confused, once you nod she takes the tip and hands the bags right over.

“See you around.” she calls already waiting on the elevator.

“Have a good shift!”

Getting through the door you turn to Jake fumbling with the bags.

“Thanks for reminding me, so how much do I owe you for dinner Jake?”

The man freezes and his eyes dart to the side as he bites his lips. It's what makes you notice the change in posture, how he seems shorter than he was back in the hallway.

“Oh! Sorry, hey there Steven.”

Steven's chest puffs out a bit and his head stans a little higher when you correct yourself. Heart racing at the thought of you being able to tell them apart already, to see them differently even without speaking. He pushes down the insulting quip about it only being because of how pathetic he must be compared to how calm and sauve Jake had been with you. Meanwhile he couldn't even juggle the take away properly.

“No worries mate.” voice cracking up a bit as he attempts to be causual.

He coughs then searches for a place to put the bags down. With soft eyes and a softer smile playing at your face you sigh, watching the man awkwardly shuffle his way through your entry way.

“You can just put those down on the coffee table Steven, we'll do family style tonight. I'll be right there, just need to grab plates.”

Coming back out to the table with plates and drinks for everyone you notice Mateo going through your DvD collection.

“We told him we'd watch a movie after dinner, that's alright right?” Steven asked you with a frown that had him biting his lip just the smallest fraction.

Checking the time you frown a little yourself, “Maybe not after dinner, we could watch it while we eat. It's just, it's nearly sic and I'd just about bet someone's bedtime is eight thirty at the latest.”

It's difficult to lie when three sets of eyes catch him jump at being found out. At least Mateo had the decency to send an apologetic look Steven's way.

“Cheeky.” he mutters staring his son down, one of the things that stands out to him is Mateo has the same charmingly disarming smile Marc does. The smile that's reserved for joking with the elderly women in the park on his morning jogs or sent Steven's way when he gets the brunt of a prank meant for Jake.

Steven's face goes from annoyed and impressed to sheepish and sullen when he switches his attention from Mateo to you.

“Sorry, I hadn't even thought-”

Holding a hand up to the brit, “It's fine Steven, we haven't talked about this. But I know basic child development, and if I'm gonna be strict about anything it'll be bedtimes.” honing in on Mateo, “You sir already have a predisposition towards sleeping disorders, we don't need to go agitating any hereditary insomnia just yet.”

“Yes zazi, I know.” he turns his back to you and continues his search it looks like he has a specific movie in mind. Just before you can ask he lifts a box straight into the air high above his head.

“Oh what'd he pick?” Layla asks pausing her task of setting out the food.

“Night at the Museum.” you say confidently not even taking a second glance as you help her finish, you'd know that box anywhere.

Mateo nods handing the DvD to Steven to set up, “It's really good for it's age-”

“Watch it.” you warn.

He giggles as he whispers up to Steven, “plus zazi has a crush on Ahkmenrah.”

Steven bristles a little at that, not quite sure how he should feel about his future spouse crushing on another man. He knows it's silly and irrational but you aren't even together and it feels like he doesn't have a complete chance with you.

Layla raises an eyebrow at you to which you make a face in confusion, not like you have any idea what the two were whispering about.

After helping Steven set up the movie you all fell into a nice little repreive. It was kind of surreal how familiar watching a movie and eating dinner felt with the three new additions in your life. Mateo and Layla each even took turns ripping up falafel to feed Coo. The evening was filled with laughter and Steven's quips about the awful Egyptian lore. Everyting felt so domestic and it made you miss your family. You hadn't thought about them since just after everyone was snapped back. It stung a bit but looking around your coffee table you decided that if this was your new family it seemed like a pretty great one. You just hoped you could talk to Marc soon, he's the only one who hasn't offically met Mateo. To say ir worried you would be a massive understatement.

The movie is just at it's climax where Nick and Larry are trapped with Ahkmenrah, “Oh lovely fent he is innt he?” Steven snorts.

His sarcastic mumbling had you choke on your drink, not expecting that from the soft spoken clerk. But you wait and watch as the wrappings on the mummy unwind to reveal Rami Malek's gorgeous face.

“Oh very lovely.” Layla says with approval at Rami on the screen while sipping on her drink.

Steven just scowls a bit, pouting at the attention the actor is getting from the two of you. Through the reflection in the picture frame next to him you see Jake's face also screwed up in distaste. Or you assume it's Jake.

“It's probably just the accent.” you joke grabbing Steven's hand under the table.

The other two are none the wiser about the hand holding and you focus on the screen as Steven and possibly Jake stare at you in a mixture of emotion. A whirlwind so complex they aren't even really sure what they're feeling. Either way Steven relaxes.

“A lil' on the posh side though.” he jokes.

“Yea...probably a Chelsea fan.” that comment earns you a delightful chuckle from the man.

And you all finish the movie in peace. Once it's over Layla and Steven take charge of cleaning the table off as you and Mateo set the living room up for a sleepover. It's a mad dash through the apartment, grabbing all available pillows and blankets – it's either gonna be a nest or a pillow fort tonight or both.

[icehot13]

This is finally finished!!!! 🌘

[spooksier]

me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from

[jayke0]

Steven doesn't mask a lot. Although i bet he worries about certain social interactions, that man wears his heart on his sleeve and is happy to just stim with/info dump on anyone who will let him (it's me, I'm anyone.)

Marc, on the other hand, is constantly masking. He's always worried about how he comes off in situations and if he was too rude or blunt, he probably even rehearses conversations and thinks about what he did wrong when he gets home.

[reddedcherub]

lonely is a man without love 🌙🐊

[the-force-awakens]

poe and marc's meltdowns (the last jedi/summon the suit)

[oddballwriter]

Hiii! Me and my friends just got sucked into the hyperfixation that is moon knight and it’s lovely boys. I was hoping you could write some head canons for an anxious reader X all of them or an autistic reader and all of them. I would really appreciate it! Ngl i need Steven to comfort me when I’m overwhelmed in a crowd bc of my autism. Thank you in advance! ❤️

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Warnings: talks of reader being overstimulated and overwhelmed due to a situation. References to Marc's past. 

Author’s Snip: I sort of mixed both together. I don't know if this is good. I hope it is. I just felt like it would be nice to write about them helping reader through being overstimulated since I'm also autistic and have issues with getting overwhelmed in certain scenarios and situations.

Notes: To me, in my brain, I headcanon the boys are also autistic and are just the different archetypes and personalities amongst the community. No one come for me though, I just see a lot of myself in the boys individually as an autistic person. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

He perfectly understands, he has issues with larger crowds too if he's not ready to be thrown in that type of environment

Steven sometimes takes a moment to recognize signs that you're overstimulated by a situation or overwhelmed, but he doesn't take that long

He'll notice that something is up pretty quickly and ask "What's the matter?" to which it hits him the moment he's finished his sentence and says a little "Oh." and gets straight to calming you down or leading you away from where you are

I also have autism and when I experience anxiousness and overstimulation or overwhelmed I go nonverbal or have an issue speaking

If that happens with you Steven also understands and just gently moves you around to see which places get rid of what's causing you trouble

He'd never get annoyed by you for being either of those three things. He knows that being upset with you won't help you calm down at all. If anything it's just going to do the opposite

"Take as long as you need, love"

Steven's had his fair share of panic attacks and situations that rattled him, so he guides you through controlled breathing and rubbing your back if you're okay with being touched at that moment

Marc Spector

Marc isn't the best at handling or calming down an anxious or upset person

He's never been properly comforted before whenever he was upset the most he does is just drop whatever is happening and just ignoring it/sitting it out but not fully trying to relax, or he was upset so much that it made Steven or Jake front

Marc does do his best though

He knows what commonly helps but he's never actually had to stop and think of a way to stop it in greater detail

Marc understands that one thing that you should never do is get angry or annoyed with a person who's overwhelmed and upset because he knows what that's like and doesn't want to inflict that onto you

He finds a silent corner or space to sit at

"Let's just stay here for a minute or two. However, long you need."

Marc has you look at him and assures you "You're okay. You're fine. Just keep your eyes on me and breath."

Once you've calmed down he asks if you want to continue with what you were previously doing or head off and do something else

Jake Lockley

Jake can sense the slightest micro expression

So he knows right off the bat that a situation is making you overwhelmed or stressing you out

Which is great, but Jake is used to handling things with his fists or a weapon. So needless to say he needs to shift gears and get out of that instinct and bring you back down

I'm not saying he can't do that, I'm just saying that he needs to actually think for a moment

Similar to Steven, he leads you around to hopefully find a space that removes what's bothering you

He guides you through controlling your breathing and having you focus on something else

To which he watches you carefully till you've returned back to being calm and regulated

If you want, or need, to go back into that situation, and he's able to, Jake will hold your hand or have his hand somewhere on you to keep you grounded

[ms5m1th]

Baby wants to meet Daddy's friend, but she looks a little scary.

[No name or gender is going to be used in this. I'm trying to make it as gender neutral as possible on all of my works unless it's stated otherwise. I got this idea from an anonymous Anon. Thank you, Anon! Enjoy!]

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"Love, you okay?"

"Mhm,"

Baby looked out the window, kicking her feet, covering their ears and scrunching their nose at the sounds of the busy and loud bus. Steven beside them stares at their stimming with a worried face, and sighs. He should have made sure that she had brought everything before they had left the flat, but he didn't since their were running late.

'I told you to double check, and you ignored me. Now we're all uncomfortable because you decided to take the stupid bus.'

'Oi, leave him alone. You know he's uncomfortable driving.'

'So? Now Baby's uncomfortable because of him.'

"I know I messed up, Marc. No need to get upset over something that already happened."

Steven mumbled rolling his eyes. He then winced as the noise got louder, starting to get to him. Not as bad as Baby though. Baby whines quietly, squirming in their seat. They look at Steven with watery eyes.

"O-Off. Off. Please, Daddy, want off."

Their voice cracks, the hands over their ears shaking as they shook their head at the noise. Steven wraps on arms around them and squeezed with pressure, enough to calm them down.

"I know, love. It's a lot for your little ears, hm? We're almost there, little love. Daddy's gonna get you off, okay?"

"Now, please. Now,"

Before he could say anything the bus stopped. It was their stop. Steven quickly grabbed their bags and took her hand, tugging at it when Baby wasn't moving. They quickly get off, and Steven quickly squeezes them again, this time with both arms. He rocks them, shushing them when they whine, and kisses their head.

When Baby is finally calm, they pat Steven's back and tugs on his shirt. He pulls away, and examines their face.

"You okay, love?"

"Okay, Daddy." They nod.

He smiles, kisses their cheek and takes their hand.

"Do you remember where we're going, love?"

"Friends,"

"Do you remember her name?"

Baby nodded, not wanting to talk any longer. Seeing this, Steven squeezed their hand and continued.

"Daddy needs to go over to handle some big people stuff. You okay to keep yourself occupied while Daddy does that?"

Baby nods.

"My little love, we are finally here."

They stop in front of a hotel and Baby hums in confusion. They go in and Steven starts talking to the receptionist. Seeing her eyes on them, Baby slightly scoots behind Steven and grabs the bottom of his shirt, getting his alters attention.

'Steven,'

'I know, Marc,'

'They're getting anxious.'

'More shy than anxious.'

'Or both!'

Steven grabs Baby's hand, his thumb caressing their knuckles. As the two argued in his head, a voice called out to him.

"Marc?"

Steven turns around with a slight sigh. It was Layla. When seeing his face, she gave him a apologetic look.

"Sorry, Steven. I'm still getting used to it."

"Not for much longer though, right?"

He replied, following her to the elevator.

'That wasn't blunt, right?'

'I don't think so,'

'She's used to it.'

'So it was?'

Baby shuffled behind Steven, staring at Layla. She was pretty, but why did she look like that? They couldn't describe it, but it felt... wrong? Weird? What was the word?

Layla met her gaze, smiling slightly and waving. Baby just blinked a few times before hiding their face in his back, hands going to fiddle with the belt loops of his pants.

Scary.

Steven grabbed their hands and made her play with his fingers instead. The doors open and Layla walks out first, Steven following behind. Baby doesn't want to, but follows anyway. Layla opens the hotel room door and walks in. Steven stops, and turns back to Baby.

"You okay, love?"

They avoid eye contact with hotel room and shake their head.

"What's got you so nervous, hm?"

They point inside of the room at Layla.

"Why, love? Are you being shy because of how little you are today? Are you a little shy?"

Baby shrugs, hiding their face from his view.

"We're not gonna let anyone hurt you, okay? It'll be alright."

Baby nods, and they finally walk in.

"Do you have them?"

Steven nods, pulling a folder out of his bag.

"Love, can you sit over their with your toys please?"

Baby said nothing, but answers in their own kind of way by going over to the bed and sitting on it. They set down their bag, and tries to take off their shoes. When they don't budge, they growl, blowing out air through their nose aggressively. When Steven was about to help them, hearing their frustration, when Layla had already walked over.

"Do you need help, little one?"

Layla offers her a smile as she pointed to her still tied shoes. Baby stares at her for a second, before offering her foot. Quickly untying her shoes, she allowed Baby to slips them off. Baby squeals at her freed feet which causes both adults to laughing.

"Inside stims, little love." Steven reminded, chuckling.

"I think it's cute!" Layla giggles.

Maybe she wasn't as scary as they thought.

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