#give us Jake Lockley in season two

[embracethemadmess]

Pics of Oscar Isaac channeling his inner Jake Lockley that I found on Pinterest for an inspo for my steven/jake fanfic

Enjoy

Bonus

Jake is a talented guitarist, I won’t take any criticism in that statement.

[moonlight-prose]

✧ KINKTOBER 2023 ✧

Once more kinktober is upon us! Spooky season has officially arrived and with a new set of filthy fics to give us all a fun time. While I was going to skip doing it this year altogether, I figured what was the fun in that? I am adamant on finishing this list this year which means I will be writing my ass off. So here's to a fun filled filthy October. Here we go!

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WEEK ONE: 10/1 - 10/8 ──── "I am the love witch."

day one: hair pulling + choking - joel miller

day two: photos - mickey "fanboy" garcia

day three: handjob + mirror sex - frankie morales

day four: cockwarning + dirty talk - jake "hangman" seresin

day five: guided masturbation + intercrural sex - marc spector

day six: spit kink - joaquín torres

day seven: creampie - steven grant

day eight: double penetration + threesome - bradley "rooster" bradshaw x f!reader x jake "hangman" seresin

WEEK TWO: 10/9 - 10/16 ──── "I have crossed oceans of time to find you."

day nine: blood play - miguel o'hara

day ten: thigh riding - jake lockley

day eleven: shower sex - joel miller

day twelve: mutual masturbation + phone sex - steven grant

day thirteen: overstimulation - tommy miller

day fourteen: nipple play + scissoring - natasha "phoenix" trace

day fifteen: cunnilingus + cum eating - bradley "rooster" bradshaw

day sixteen: sixty-nine + anal play - marc spector

WEEK THREE: 10/17 - 10/24 ──── "Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead."

day seventeen: deep throating - mickey "fanboy" garcia

day eighteen: sex pollen - miguel o'hara

day nineteen: dry humping - cassian andor

day twenty: praise kink - joel miller

day twenty-one: breath play + fingering - anakin skywalker

day twenty-two: rough sex + dom/sub - tommy miller

day twenty-three: restraints - din djarin

day twenty-four: sex toys + orgasm control - jake lockley

WEEK FOUR: 10/25 - 10/31 ──── "The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones."

day twenty-five: oral fixation - joel miller

day twenty-six: exhibitionism - steven grant

day twenty-seven: strip tease - bradley "rooster" bradshaw

day twenty-eight: consensual somnophilia - joaquín torres

day twenty-nine: biting/marking + squirting - miguel o'hara

day thirty: breeding - din djarin

day thirty-one: dealer's choice!

[resonmalvo]

My Moon Knight Season 2 ideas cause I lost trust to D+ Marvel TV after Secret Invasion

Oscar Isaac as Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

Marc trying to have a normal life after the event of last season，but the shadow of Khonshu and the darkness from his past make this difficult.

May Calamawy as Layla El-Faouly

Layla finds herself in a dilemma，whether to become a superhero or just use her new power to do she used to do，and a vengeful force is dragging her back to Marc's life.

LaMonica Garrett as Raul Bushman

A merciless mercenary，one of the cause of Marc's trauma，he and Marc's path are going to be crossed again，and Bushman doesn't mind taking Marc out again if Marc blocks his way to what he wants.

Assaad Bouab as Jean-Paul“Frenchie”Duchamp

Frenchie is an old but estranged friend of Marc and Layla's，Marc felt guilty about him because of the catastrophic events of the past，and they have to reconnect because of an old enemy.

F. Murray Abraham as Khonshu

The God of Moon continues to manipulate Marc，Steven and Jake，but he needs to pay attention to a new supernatural threat

Joe Dempise as Jeffrey Wilde-Mogart

The brother of Anton Mogart，a arms dealer cartel leader in Madripoor，after the death of his brother，the fire of vengeance towards Marc and Layla let him make deals with two dangerous existences，one is a supernatural force，and the other is Raul Bushman

Amirah Vann as Gena Landers

A local cafe owner in London，a good friend of Jake，she's a widow with two kids，and is

currently struggling because of the lease. Jake is trying his best not to involve her into his own mess

Shaun Scott as Bertrand Crawley

A street performer in London，Jake's friend，promise Jake to look out for Steven and Marc when Jake is not in control of the body（and give their information to Jake），he's also a know-it-all，he knows what happened in the underworld of London

Rashida Jones as Dr. Andrea Sterman

Marc's therapist，she cares about Marc a lot，she guides Marc through his entire life trying to find the real cause of his trauma and his personality，she also devoted to build a therapy clinic for people who aren't wealthy enough to get help.

Julianne Nicholson as Scarlet Fasinera

The owner of the shelter where Marc volunteered to help，she's a kind， caring but mysterious woman，offering places for women who can't find a home，she also have many dark secrets from her past.

[yikesitskennawrites]

Transitions- Chapter Thirty: Carving Pumpkins With Friends

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Pairings: Steven Grant x (platonic) Reader, Marc Spector x (platonic) Reader, Jake Lockley x (platonic) Reader, Layla El-Faouly x (platonic) Reader

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“Okay, so we have sugar, flour, cinnamon…” Steven says. You lean against the handrail of the grocery cart as you watch him stare at the list of groceries in his hands. He wore his glasses as he squinted down at the paper and occasionally he pushed them up the bridge of his nose whenever it slid to far down it. Today was Friday, there were seven more days until Halloween and you had wanted to celebrate the holiday before the month was over. You wanted to get into the spooky season by watching cartoons and eating snacks with your friends. You used to do that with your best friend. You would order pizza and watch horror movies with her and she would bring over candy and chips and together you would stay up until the early hours of November first. 

Unfortunately, you were getting too old for costumes and trick or treating, so instead this was how you were going to celebrate the season leading up to the holiday. After Marc picked you up from work by standing outside of it until you left the building. You had brought up the idea of baking snickerdoodle cookies and carving pumpkins. Instead of taking the route back to the apartment  complex, Marc and you walked about two blocks until you reached another bus stop that was taking passengers to the area of the grocery store. Now, here the three of you were, shopping for supplies to bake cookies and do the weekend grocery shopping on a Friday rather than a Sunday this time. 

“We need vanilla extract, cream of tartar and soy milk.” He says as he looks up from the list and to the signs above the end of the aisle. “I think it’s the next one over for the first two.” He adds. “C’mon.” He gestures for you to follow him down the shelves and you push the cart as he leads the way. Your eyes scan the shelves as you pass, you were originally in the cereal aisle because you need more for the week. You had convinced Steven to add the box of Lucky Charms to the list again even though you only ate the marshmallows out of it and fed the rest to the birds. You told him that you would pay for it if he decides not to and he rolled his eyes at that and told you to put it in the bloody cart. You only snap your attention forward when you hear Steven yelp and feel his glare on you. 

“Don’t ram the buggy into my ankles,” He says. You give him a sheepish, apologetic smile. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You say and he hums before he continues on the trek to the next aisle over. You follow him, this time a little more attentive of where you were going. You round the corner and walk down the baking aisle. You only come to a stop once you reach him and pauses in his steps to stare at the seasonings for baking. You already were in the same aisle earlier when you got the cinnamon, but instead of looking down the list and correlating what ingredient may be in the same aisle as another ingredient, Steven decided to shop whatever item was next on the list. 

So far, the items in the shopping cart were bread, oat milk, canned red beans and black beans, broccoli, apples, mushrooms, toilet paper, cinnamon, salt, sugar, flour, and fresh chicken breast from the butchers. Steven wasn’t looking forward to buying that last item but Marc declared that you can’t just survive off of broccoli and Lucky Charms and that a growing kid still needs protein to grow strong and healthy. You were somewhat sure that you stopped growing but you weren’t going to complain because you missed chicken. You watch as Steven steps forward and grabs the cream of tartar before tossing it into the cart. 

“Okay, up next is tools for pumpkin carving.” He looks down the aisles and at the signs once more before frowning a bit. “Where would that be?” You shrug. In New York, they used to have a pack of pumpkin carving tools sitting at the end of the aisles for people to grab, but so far there were only toys that tempted children to beg their parents to buy in London. Usually, you saw those small tablets that you put in water and it would grow your own dinosaur, but lately you've been seeing those TY beanie bears in Halloween theme and small keychain squishmallows with bright colors. 

Steven takes off down the aisle and you let go of the cart to step forward and grab the bottle of vanilla extract before placing it in the cart and following him down it. You stop at the end with Steven and he shoots a small apology to a woman who wants to enter the aisle you both were blocking the entrance to. You give her an apologetic mumble before scooting the cart closer to the shelf. The color of a lavender color rubber duck at the end of the aisle catches your attention and you stare at it. It had a pink five point star and the center of its head and beady black eyes staring down into the cart below it. You kind of wanted it. You don’t need it, it wasn’t something that you were going to ask your friends for or buy it yourself; but still, that didn’t stop the urge to buy it just to have it. 

You reach over the cart and snap it from its hook before bringing it closer to you to look at. You don’t need it. You turn it over in your hands and a small smile spreads across your face at the name tag painted around its neck in a dark blue circle with a small white font that stated this duck's name was Mille. You don’t need it. But, god, do you want it.

“Do you think the tools will be next to the pumpkins, kid?” Marc asks.  You jump as you look towards him, the duck still in your grip. 

“Um, yeah.” You say as you put the duck onto the shelf next to you. “They’ll most likely be there.” You push forward the cart and look both ways before your eyes land on a pile of pumpkins next to the double doors of the entrance and exit. You push the cart towards it and with Marc in tow before you stop a couple of feet away from the pile and grab the packet of tools hanging on a clip on a nearby wall. 

“Okay so, choose the ones that you think will be best for carving.” Marc says as you step away from the cart and he takes your place by leaning over the handle bar. 

“Well, what ones do you want?” You ask as you look over your shoulder at him. 

“Choose whatever you think is best.” 

“Do you not know how to choose pumpkins?” You ask. He shrugs and you watch as he looks a little past you and to the fruit piled behind you. 

“It was never something I really learned.” He admits and you frown. 

“You’re going to learn today.” You say, “Look for the bright ones and check for any squishy spots.” You watch him stand still and stare at you, waiting for you to pick for him. You huff out a breath and place your hands on your hips. 

“Marc.” You state. “C’mon. There's no harm in learning something new.” He pushes the cart forward until he stops next to you and you bend down and grab one. 

“Look at this,” You hold up a small pumpkin that had its head caving in with a dark brown spot. “You see this? It’s gross and decaying. Nobody is going to buy this and it’s terrible for carving because the inside will most likely be matching.” You set it back down and scan the pile for another one. 

You point at a slightly bigger one and say, “That one looks decent. Go ahead and turn it over to see if it looks okay on the bottom.” He glances at you before trailing his eyes to the area you were pointing in. 

“This one?” He asks as he bends down and places his hand on the one that you weren’t looking at. 

“No, the one next to it. No, Marc, the one in front of it- no not that one, the other direction. Bingo.” You smile at him as he lifts up the pumpkin and turns it over in his arms to look at the bottom of it. 

“It looks okay.” He says. You smile as you step forward and look at it. 

“You want that one?” You ask and he shrugs. “If you do, you can put it in the cart and help me search for three more.” He moves towards the cart and falters in his steps before he looks at you with furrowed brows. 

“Three?” He asks. “But there's you, me, and Steven.”

“And Jake.” You add and he frowns. “It’s up to him if he wants to carve anything, but if he chooses not to we can just use that one as a bonus one or keep it until Layla comes back and she can carve. When is she coming back again?” 

“No clue.” He answers as he places his chosen pumpkin into the cart and returns to you to help you look for some good pumpkins. 

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The ride to the apartment complex wasn’t as bad if you were to take the bus with  several bags of groceries and pumpkins sitting between your feet on a crowded bus after people  got off of work. Marc decided that it would be a good idea to call a taxi so you could avoid that terrible experience. You offered to buy the fee for the ride back to the building since they bought the groceries and they refused to even consider that. So, after a long negotiation in the back of the taxi, they paid for the fee and told you to put your money back into your pocket. Luckily, the elevator for your building was fixed so you and Marc didn’t struggle with bringing the groceries up the five flights of stairs and to Stevens apartment. 

After unlocking the door with the key Jake made for you, you pack in the groceries into the kitchen and begin putting stuff away. The ingredients you need for the cookies were left out on the counter as you put away the Lucky Charms into the cabinet above the toaster and the bread into the bread cabinet on the right side of the sink. The only thing that made you stop in your task of putting away the groceries was the sight of a lavender colored rubber duck sitting at the bottom of a paper bag next to the broccoli. You reach into the sack and pull it out, Mille the duck stared right back at you as you looked down at it. You blink at the sight of the duck that you were thinking of buying but didn’t. 

“What’s this?” You ask and hold up the toy to show Marc. He shuts the fridge door as he turns to look at you

“I thought you would like it,” He shrugs. “I saw you looking at it and I put it in the cart.”

“You didn’t have to.” You say with a small smile on your face. He reaches into the bag next to you and pulls out the broccoli.

“I know.” He says. You turn the duck between your fingers and set it on the counter next to you as he adds, “Steven, what temperature do I need to preheat the oven for the cookies?” You grab the metal bowls from underneath the counter and set them next to the duck before unfolding the recipe Steven wrote down on some scratch paper. 

“He says it's three-seventy-five. Do you mind doing that, kid?” Marc asks as he reopens the fridge door and places the vegetable into the drawer. You turn towards the oven and press the buttons to set it to the correct temperature before leaning against the counter and watching Marc grab the mixer from underneath the counter next to the fridge. You move forward and place Mille onto the recipe to keep it in place as you begin to grab ingredients and their proper measuring tools from the kitchen drawer before dumping it into the container. 

“I got that.” He says as he looks into the bowl and looks at the ingredients you added. “You can go get into something more comfortable if you want. Get out of your work clothes.”

“It’s fine,” You say. “I have to do laundry today. I don’t think I have any clean clothes.” You measure out the apple cider into a table spoon and add it to the mix before scanning the recipe for the next step.

You reach for the spatula to scrape the mixture into the mixer as he says, “You can borrow some of ours if you want.” You falter in your movement and glance at him with questioning eyes. Was this a joke? But he doesn’t look at you as he grabs the spatula and takes the bowl from you. 

“I think there’s some pajama pants in the lower drawer and a shirt in the top one.” He says. It was just clothes, you don’t know why borrowing your friends clothes because you don’t have any clean ones to wear was such a big deal. You wore your best friends sweatshirts and shirts and your dad's clothing all the time. So, why did his offer make everything feel like it froze in time? Your fingers curl inwards and touch your palm gently as you slowly lower your hand to your side. Millie the duck stares right at you as you swallow and swivel on your heels before walking to the dresser near Stevens bed. You think it was such a big deal because you were borrowing clothes from friends and maybe you didn’t think that you would have the opportunity to do that again. 

You pull out a pair of blue plaid pajama bottoms and an old t-shirt that had the faded markings of a band on tour in the United States in the year of 2003. You walk to the bathroom with the clothes in your arms before you shut the door and peel off your work clothes before slipping on the borrowed items. They were a little bigger on you, the bagginess of the shirt was comfortable and the pants slipped down your hips a bit until you tightened the strings. You kicked your own clothes into the corner of the bathroom so nobody would trip over it and made a mental reminder to retrieve the items later before you drag Steven down to the laundry room.

You push open the door and go back to the kitchen to hear the noise of the mixture doing its job and Marc keeping a careful eye on it. You stop next to the counter and a small smile spreads across your face at the sight of Mille. You dip your finger into the remaining batter on the sides of the container you were using to combine the ingredients and try a bit of it. It doesn’t taste terrible, it could be a little better but to be fair you were used to normal snickerdoodles and not a vegan recipe of the cookies. Maybe it will taste a bit better once it is cooked. 

“Don’t eat the batter.” Marc says after he shut off the machine and glances at you. You stick your tongue out at him and pick up a bit, pinching it between your fingers as you toss it at him. The cookie dough lands against his cheek and falls to the ground. You stare at one another for a moment, a small smile spreading across your face as he registers what you just did. He slowly turns around and scrapes a small handful of dough out of the bowl and rolls it into a ball. 

“Not fair,” You say. “I did a tiny bit because that’s all I had. You have a lot more than I do and that,” You point to the dough in his hands, “is like the size of a baseball.”

“A baseball?” He asks. “It’s smaller than that.”

“Okay, a golf ball size.” 

“Better.” He says. 

“You’re throwing away a cookie size ball of dough as an act of revenge?”

“It’s one cookie, nobody is going to miss it.” 

“I will.” You say. “I’ll miss it.” He hums and throws it lightly at you, it smacks your chest and you catch it with your hands. 

“You didn’t miss.” He shrugs. “You actually caught it.” You glance down at the ball of dough there was some lint attached to it from the shirt you wore and you briefly allow yourself to feel a bit of disgust before you toss it into the air and catch it with your hands a couple of times. 

“Y’know what?” You say, “I’m going to be the bigger person and not throw this back at you.”

“Really?”

“Nope.” You grin and throw the ball at him hard enough to make a loud smack against his chest. He lets out a harsh breath and rubs the center of his chest as he lets the dough fall to the ground. You honestly didn’t mean to throw it that hard, you did want to catch him by surprise but not enough to actually hurt him. “Sorry,” You say.

“At least you have good aim.” He says and then adds, “A tough throw too.”

“Thanks?” You say. “I, uh, actually didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

“I know.” He answers. You shuffle to your other foot as you watch him bend down and pick up the ball of dough before throwing it into the trash can. You trail your eyes to read the instructions for the next step.

“The recipe says to make tablespoon size balls and place them on a cookie sheet and bake them for twelve minutes.” You say.

“You know what tablespoon size is, right?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Are you sure? Because you said the golf ball size was the size of a baseball.”

“Shut up.” You breathe out and he laughs. The noise startles you a bit because you didn’t expect it. But as you watch his eyes light up and the noise leaving him sounds genuine, you can’t help but grin. It was rare to hear and see Marc laugh, plenty of times you have seen Steven do it and Jake only once but Marc was usually hiding away and letting Steven take the wheel. You look away from him so he won’t get bashful and tap out, so you open the drawer full of utensils and grab a spoon before pushing past him and grabbing the bowl of dough and a cookie sheet from underneath the counter. 

“Do you need help with it or do you know the right size?” He asks and you playfully roll your eyes. 

“I got it,” You tell him. “After this, do you want to carve the pumpkins?”

“I think on the back of the carving kit that it said that it came with tracing paper for designs.” 

“You can do whatever you want to yours.” You say. 

“What are you going to do?” He asks. You hum and glance out the window ahead of you. 

“I don’t know,” You shrug. The October weather makes everything appear much gloomier. The skys were a dark gray and the forecast notification on your phone said that it was going to rain. You shivered a little as your eyes land on a falcon sitting on the windowsill across from Stevens flat. You don’t know much about birds but you think that they were supposed to fly North for winter by now. A knot in your stomach forms and you swallow as you register it as the same feeling you always get whenever Khonshu or another god is nearby. You know the feeling of dread a little too well by now.

“Hey Marc?” You say, your voice wavering a little.

“Yeah?”

“What type of falcon is that?” You jut your chin towards it and he brushes past you and stands next to you. He stares out the window, your eyes never moving from the bird. It had visible light brown spots along its back and yellow legs with black talons clutching the sill. 

“What falcon?” 

“The one on the windowsill.” You say. Your eyes never waver from the bird.

“There’s no falcon.” Marc says and the knot tightens in the pit of your stomach. You inhale sharply, all the air from the world seems to be taken from you at that moment. You feel color drain from your face and your mouth dry up like a desert. Your heart pounds against your chest and your body begins to tremble. The falcon sat on the sill staring directly at the window you stared out of. It was a little hard to tell with the distance but you swear that it titled its head at you like it was taunting you. 

“What do you mean?” You breathe out shakily. The last time this feeling was in your body, you got held out a window and whatever was about to happen next, you aren’t looking forward to it.

“There’s no bird, kid.” He says. Your lips wobble and you can feel a build up of tears behind your eyes. “What do you see?”

“A falcon.” You whisper. 

“What is it doing?” 

“It’s just sitting there and looking right at me.” You say. 

“What does it look like?” Steven asks. 

“Brown spots on its back and yellow legs and black talons. Maybe dark brown it’s a little difficult to tell…” Your breath hitches as it spreads its wings. A series of white feathers lined its wings in vertical rows, each one had a black spot centered in the middle of the feather as if it was an eye. You almost take a step back as you watch it flap its wings once before it leaps off of the ledge and flies upwards and into the sky. You watch as it flies above the apartment complex you were in until it was out of view. 

“A falcon?” He asks as he places his hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure it was a falcon?”

“Yeah,” You nod. The knot in your stomach loosens and the feeling of dread dissipates from your body. What the actual fuck? You were glad that nothing had happened but hot damn, a fucking dramatic flare that this god has. You feel the muscles in your body relaxing and your trembling hands slowly stop shaking. You glance down to your knuckles, the color slowly fading back to your skin tone as the blood rushes through your hand. You didn’t realize you were white-knuckling the spoon that hard or at all. You drop the spoon into the bowl and force your head to turn away from the window and to Steven. He had a quizzical expression on his face. His eyes stare at the window which makes you believe that he was listening to whatever Marc or Jake had to say. You lean back against the counter and cross your arms over your chest as you stare at the pumpkins, you’re supposed to carve those today. You were supposed to think about what to carve into your pumpkin and bond with Marc, but now you’re trying to register what happened the last couple of minutes. Was it minutes or did everything happen in seconds? Everything happened quickly and that was hard to wrap your mind around.

How come neither Marc or Steven saw the bird? Didn’t Jake say that the deities will only show themselves to who they are interested in? Maybe your lantern for the damn gods is too bright. You let out a shuddered breath as Steven walks away and turns on the television to a news broadcast and sets it to a loud enough volume that you can hear it clearly from the kitchen. He returns to where you stood and reaches around you and grabs the mixer bowl and cookie sheet before placing it on the counter on the other side of the sink. He slowly picks up the spoon and scoops out a spoonful of dough before plucking it from the utensil and rolling it into a ball. He places it next to the few you have already completed and you watch him do this until the baking sheet has twelve balls and he places it in the oven and sets a timer for the cookies.

“What are you thinking of carving, dove?” He asks quietly. You almost laugh, how can you brush past this like it was just a normal occurrence? How can you continue your day like that didn’t just happen? 

Your fingers clutch your sides as you ask, “Steven, what gods are associated with falcons?”

“Horus.” He says, “Which in turn is associated with Osiris and Isis, the parents of Horus; and the grandmother of Horus is Nut and the grandfather is Geb. The uncle of Horus is Set and the aunt is Nepthys.” You swallow. You carried around the Eye of Horus and you don’t know if you insulted them or if it was a beacon, either way you were in their line of sight and you might have pissed off an entire family. “There’s more but…I think it would be best if you could register the information I gave you.”

“So they’re all related?” You ask.

“In a sense. I just made it easier for you to understand in terms that I think would be familiar to you.” He answers. You lean your head back against the cabinet and groan. You carried around a symbol of protection for comfort and you had no fucking clue if it meant any more than that because you just went with what Steven told you. You were stupid enough not to do your own research and you don’t blame Steven at all for it, you blame yourself. 

“You’re going to have to show me your scrapbook sometime, Steven. Teach me about these deities.” You groan. You can’t fucking believe that you may have pissed off a entire family. You don’t know how close these gods and goddesses may be to one another but if it was anything like how close you were to your parents, you probably upset these deities. Fuck, honestly, you carried around a piece of paper not truly knowing what it meant and not understanding the culture and the religion of the deities and you dived head in first because it made you feel like it was a security blanket. 

“It’s almost completed. Just a few more details and it’ll be ready to show you.” Maybe you’ll do your own research this weekend if he doesn’t finish it by Sunday. You want to give him the chance to teach you every detail about these gods so you know who you may be dealing with because you know that he’ll be good at it and will make it easier for you to understand things; and after he teaches you, you’ll do your own research and do it thoroughly because holy fucking shit you learned your lesson. Fuck me, you thought. The lantern this whole time was the piece of paper you carried on you for comfort.

You rub your hands up and down your face and say, “Fuck.” You don’t know how much longer you can take being stalked by a deity and harassed and threatened. You remove your hands from your face and watch Steven as he toyed with the corner of the carving kit. It came with a knife to cut the pumpkin and a scraper to take out the guts of it along with some tracing paper that had designs on it for the fruit. 

“I think I’m going to carve a bat into mine.” He says. “That’s seasonal and I don’t remember seeing many bat patterns in pumpkins around here.” You saw plenty of typical jack-o-lanterns with sharp teeth and circles for eyes on the way to the complex. Some residents of London had pumpkins sitting on their steps or in their windows. 

“You know how to open it up right?” You ask. You want to talk more about the falcon you saw and the god that is attached to that animal and the piece of paper you once carried; but there wasn’t much to talk about, all bases were temporarily covered and you can tell that Steven wants to distract you away from the harassment of the deity. 

“From the top?”

“Well, you can,” You admit. “But it’s better if it's from the bottom because it stays fresher longer that way. You got any vaseline?”

“Yeah?”

“Great. We can put that on the edges we cut and keep it moisturized so it wouldn’t rot as quickly.” You say. 

“What are you going to carve?” He repeats his question from earlier and you shrug. 

“I don’t know.” You say. You did think about it on the taxi ride over to the apartment but, every thought since then has been thrown out the window and you couldn’t remember any idea that you came up with. 

“Well, you can teach me how to cut open mine and think about what you might want to do.” He offers and you nod. 

“Go get the vaseline and I’ll get the tools to help cut it.” You say. He glances at the carving kit and back to you with a raised eyebrow.

“You don’t think that this knife they gave us will help?” He asks. 

“No, but a butcher knife will.” You say. 

“I’ll get the first aid kit too.” He says. You almost laugh. 

“What? You don’t trust me that I won’t chop off one of my limbs?”

“Maybe I should pre-dial nine-nine-nine.” He says as he walks away and you let out a laugh. 

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You spent the whole time while several batches of snickerdoodles were cooking in the oven helping Steven cut a hole into the bottom of his pumpkin and remove the guts and seeds from the fruit. The two of you chatted about your day, and the things that you wanted to do over the weekend. You told him about cooking the pumpkin seeds for a snack and he agreed that it sounded good. You talked about Lauren and her plans for the Halloween holiday of taking Jamie and Molly out with Kris to go trick-or-treating and a Halloween party they were invited to by a mutual friend of theirs. They were dressing up as Megan and Graham from But I’m a Cheerleader. Lauren showed you the costumes she ordered on Amazon, it was a cute outfit and you don’t think that you have seen couples dress up as the characters for the holiday so it was neat to see something different. 

Steven told you about the neighbor down the hall who seems to avoid him like he had the plague. He described her to you as the exact same person who teased you about being in a lovers quarrel with Steven back when they weren’t answering the door because Jake took the body out for a spin and you weren’t aware of him. You laugh and cringe a bit at the awkward memory as you tell him about the accusation she made. He makes an O shape with his mouth as he realizes why she won’t even tell him hello when they’re in the lift together. He then tells you about a documentary airing on the telly tonight that he wants to watch and asks if you’ll want to watch it with him. It was about the mammals in the Atlantic ocean and the effect of the blip on the environment. You heard about the whales in the Hudson river during the time that half of the universe was gone, but you didn’t look further into it because you were dealing with everything else. 

You tell him yes and he looks ecstatic about it. You were beginning to carve into the bottom of your own pumpkin when Steven finished his and proudly showed it to you. 

“That looks really good.” You tell him. The bat was from a stencil piece of paper he found from the kit and it looks honestly good for his first pumpkin- which he has been repeatedly telling you since you began teaching him how to remove the inside of the fruit.

“Really?” He asks and you nod. “It’s my first pumpkin.” 

You smile and gesture to it with your scooper as you tell him, “You should take a picture of it and send it to the group chat. Layla would love to see it and you can have the photo on your phone.” He nods, curls bouncing against his forehead as he wipes his hands on the towel to get rid of the slime from his fingertips. He grabs his phone from the counter and takes several pictures of his pumpkin, the flash of it distracts you from your work and even more so as he aims the camera lens at you. 

“Okay, say cheese.” He says. You press your lips together as the light flashes and temporarily blinds you. You blink away the spots in your vision as he frowns at the pictures before he lifts the camera once more and adds, “Give me a real smile.” 

“That was a real smile.” You protest. 

“That was more of a, take the picture and leave me alone, type of photos.” He rolls his eyes. “Layla will want something genuine from you.” You feel your heart constrict a bit in your chest as you make the comparison that this felt almost like Homecoming pictures. It was awkward taking photos in an outfit you felt insecure in and being the center of attention for your parents. You shifted from foot to foot awkwardly as he gave you a look that was similar to the one your mom used to give to you as she tried to wait patiently for you to show her your teeth and the crinkle of your eyes. Your dad would be standing off to the side and either holding up his own phone vertically and taking a dozen pictures every minute or encouraging you to smile. 

You feel a lump form in your throat as you force the corners of your lips upwards and Steven genuinely looked happy for you as he hit the circle button on his phone and the flash of the camera blinded you for several moments until he felt satisfied that he had decent photos to send to his wife. You blink away the spots in your vision as you turn your gaze back to your pumpkin and try to ignore the emotions building up in your chest. You felt your phone vibrate several times in your pocket and you guessed that Steven sent several photos separately rather than at once. 

“I think I’m going to carve a regular jack-o-lantern for mine,” Marc says. You looked up at him and saw that he was looking at the stencils from the kit. “You mind helping me, kid?” He doesn’t look at you as the question leaves his mouth. You let a shuddered breath leave you and you nod.

“You saw how I taught Steven to do it, right?” You ask. 

“I might need a reminder.” He shrugs. You know that he had to see and remember what you showed Steven, Marc wouldn’t forget how to turn the pumpkin upside down and cut a hole in the bottom of it. That would be too simple to forget. So, you know that this was his way of comforting you through your own anxiety and emotions by giving you a distraction and you were grateful for it. 

“Yeah,” You say. “You’re an old man, of course you would forget this easily.” 

“You better watch it or I’ll ball up some of these guts in this bowl and throw it at you.” He says. You narrow your eyes at him. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Go ahead and fuck around and find out,” He replies. You reach for his pumpkin and turn it over. “You know what you’re going to carve yet?” You hum as you grasp the knife and stab into the fruit before beginning to hacksaw a circle into it. 

“I think I’ll carve the Big Dipper or the Cassiopeia constellation. Whichever looks cooler with the candle light inside of it.” You tell him. He places his hand on your arm and you let go of the knife before he takes over. You guess that it was his way of telling you that you were going to hurt yourself and he didn’t want that. You honestly wouldn’t want that for either of you, so you were glad that he was taking over since he had more accuracy than you.

You turn your own pumpkin over, “Do you mind if you do mine next?” 

“I refuse.” He says as he pries out the bottom of the pumpkin with the knife and places the bottom of it on the counter before crossing the few steps to your own and beginning to cut into it. You watch him silently as the sound of the knife sawing around the pumpkin and the news broadcast on the television fills the air between you. You mumble a thanks as he pries out the bottom and steps away from the pumpkin for you to begin gutting it. You scrunch your noses at the slimy texture of the guts as you pull it from the sides and place it into the container Steven provided. Later, you will have to sort through it for the seeds to cook it for a snack and that wasn’t something you were looking forward to, but whatever gets you those damn seeds you will fight for.

“Do you know how to drive a car?” Marc asks. You grab the scraper in hopes that it would be hell of a lot easier to loosen the guts from the wall. 

“No.” You say. “I know the basics of it. Like there's a pedal for gas and one for break, and there's a steering wheel that you turn to go wherever. But I don’t know much more than that.”

“Would you like to learn?”

“Learn what?”

“Learn how to drive.” He states. You pause in your movements and look at him, he was continuing to pull the guts out of his pumpkin like what he said didn’t faze him at all.

“What car are you going to teach me in?” You ask. 

“I might know someone.”

“Someone.” You say. “Like a sketchy guy?”

“In a sense.”

“Marc.�� You say. “Are you serious?”

“Well, yeah. You need to learn how to drive and get from point A to point B.”

“Yeah, I agree with that-”

“-Good-”

“-But, you want me to drive some sketchy person's car?” You say. “You want me to get involved with someone who you deem sketchy and trust worthy enough to drive their car.”

“...Yeah.” He says. You drop the scraper onto the counter and stare at him incredulously.

“How do you even know this person?”

“They helped me with supplies and rentals for missions when I had them.”

“Rentals.” You state. “You rented cars from this person?”

“Kind of, yeah.”

“Did you return the rentals?”

“No.” He says. “They were seen at the crime scenes so I drove them off into whatever the closest largest body of water I could find.” You almost rub your face with your hands as an exasperated sigh leaves you.

“Y’know what, if you could find something that’s less sketchy and I wouldn’t get cross-referenced to any crime, I’ll be down for you to teach me how to drive.” You say. “But, I am not getting more tangled in a mess because you “rented” a car from someone you deem sketchy.”

“Fair.” He says. 

“Besides, if I get pulled over while driving a stolen car, I will be absolutely pissed. I don’t have my permit and I will be fined and maybe even arrested.”

“True.” He says.

“Are you listening?” You ask and watch him glance away from his pumpkin and to you. 

“Yeah.” He says. “We’re not going to put you at risk. Getting you hurt or in danger or put in jail was never our intention.” You decide not to bring up their threats of returning you in for fraud. 

“And?”

“And what?”

“You’re not going to try to get me to drive in a stolen car.”

“Okay.” He says. “Deal.” He holds out his hand and you try not to show your disgust as you see the slimy pumpkin guts cover his hand. You place your hand on his arm and he grasps your own with his hand. You shake once before you let go and brush off the guts on your arm with a towel.

“You want to watch Over the Garden Wall with me this weekend?” You ask. He hums and nods once. 

“Yeah.” He says. “Actually, only if you don’t hog all the marshmallows from the Lucky Charms this time.”

“Oof,” You say. “That’s a hefty price. You’re asking for a lot.”

“I’m only asking for what’s fair.” He replies. “You took all the marshmallows from the box and you only left the grains.”

“As I should, the grains are gross.” You say. “But I did make a deal with Steven to eat all of the cereal and not just the marshmallows in the store. So, I suppose that I will share the marshmallows with you.”

“You’re going to give me mostly the grains aren’t you?”

“You don’t know that. Stop making assumptions.” You say. 

“You fucking are. You’re a table thief and a marshmallow bandit.”

“Okay, but one of those was not intentional.”

“You took a table from some kids setting up a lemonade stand.”

“You don’t know that. They could have just placed it outside to draw the scenery around them.” 

“You still took a table.”

“I thought it was free!” You defend yourself. “Jake intentionally took a colored bulb from someone and I don’t hear you speaking about it. Your alter is a light bulb thief.” 

“Yeah, but at least he took it from someone who deserved it. You? You took a table from some kids.” 

“I’m never going to live this down am I?”

“Not while you’re stuck with us.” He says. “You never answered, marshmallow bandit. Is it a deal or no deal?”

“It’s a deal.” You say. He holds out his arm to shake on it and you narrow your eyes on his gross slimy hand. “I’ll take your end of the deal as a promise. I am not letting you touch me with your slimy, gross hands.” He lurches towards you with his hand outstretched. 

“Don’t you fucking touch me.” You hiss out as he stalks towards you and you back away. “Marc.” He speeds up a bit and you turn around and run away as he chases after you. “Marc!” You yell as you run through the apartment and his footsteps follow yours. Laughter leaves you as you dodge furniture and the man chasing after you. 

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You finished carving your own pumpkin by the time it hit five thirty. You decided on carving the Scorpio constellation to challenge yourself and because you thought it looked better than the Cassiopeia. You were right and very satisfied when you placed the pumpkin over the lit candle and it immediately became one of your favorite carvings you have done the past holidays. Marcs looked good, he put some detail on the pumpkin by taking some of the paint Layla left and tracing the shapes of the face to make it pop out more. You thought that Jake wasn’t going to show because Steven began to talk about dinner and what to make when there was that shift you were hoping for. Jake stood in front of the open fridge, his back straighter than Stevens and his movements more precise and quicker than his alters. He shut the door and swiveled on his heel. 

“You got a pumpkin waiting for you.” You gesture to the fruit sitting on the counter as you sort through the guts in the bowl for the seeds. He doesn’t say anything as he slides the fruit towards him and grabs the knife you were using earlier before stabbing into the bottom of the pumpkin and sawing quickly. You watch him pry out the bottom with the knife before dropping the knife to the counter and scooping out the guts with his hands and placing it on the counter rather than the bowl. You wrinkle your nose at the thought of the guts being on the surface of the space you use. But you decided not to bitch to him about it because you were worried that it would piss him off enough to go back into the headspace and leave you to clean up the mess. 

Your eyes trail to the television broadcast, you can hear the reporter talking about the fire that happened in Birmingham at the end of August from where you stood. You push yourself off of the counter and walk towards the television, not bothering to shoot a glance at Jake as you pass him. On the screen, you saw the footage of the fire and the confirmation of sixteen bodies being found in the rubble of the building and the newscaster speaking about how this was a tragedy and an electrical fire was the cause of the accident. You weren’t prepared for the pictures of the victims flashing on the screen. You stare at the photos with wide eyes and a parted mouth. 

These were photos from before their lives were taken, your eyes scanning the three rows of almost six, searching for someone you may recognize from the grocery store or a person who rode the morning route to work or a customer you may have served. Your breath catches in your throat as you spot the lady from the bus stop and that one who ordered a sandwich from your work picture was glowing on the screen. She looked completely different from how you remembered her, she looked more happy in the photo than she did when she asked if Ammit could judge you. Underneath her photo was her name and as much as you were okay with a cult being killed for the greater good of humanity, it somehow became much more personal now that you knew her name. 

Amanda Bright, her name was Amanda bright and she looked like any other person you interact with in the city; and that was terrifying. You reach for the television remote and hit the power button, the sudden silence of the apartment, save for Gus' fish tank, was deafening. You turn on your heel and walk back to the kitchen, resuming the same place you leaned against the counter as Jake continued to take out the guts of his pumpkin. You watch him quietly as thoughts raced through your mind of the news footage you just watched. You could have sworn that they said seventeen people were estimated to be dead last time and today they said sixteen and showed sixteen photos. So, number seventeen was that kid that Jake let go, the kid that was your age and in a cult rooting for a goddess they believe can be released. 

There was another kid mixed into these tangled strings, Elias Dean. He was the one who was killed at Towers Bridge. Why did he die? What did he do? Why kill a kid in this mess? What was the point of killing a child? You bite your cheek at your thoughts as you watch Jake continue to pull out the guts of the pumpkin quietly. How did a child get tangled in these strings? 

And wasn’t Elias the same name as Marcs, Steven, and Jake's father? That can’t be a coincidence, can it?

“Elias Dean,” You say. “That was the name of the kid that was murdered at Towers Bridge. What happened?” He doesn’t look at you as he continues his activity for a while. You thought he was going to ignore you and you were willing to let that slide, you could ask him another time and give him this day to not talk about his missions. You have come to a decision that Jake chooses to do stuff that would inevitably protect the system and the people the system cares about, if he did murder Elias Dean, he had a reason for it. You doubt that he would kill a  kid after letting number seventeen go. 

“He was standing up to Harrow's cult when I arrived.” Jake says, nearly startling you when he spoke. “They didn’t like what he had to say so they pushed him off.” Fun, a kid who figured out right and wrong and tried to correct it and got murdered because of it. It sounds awfully like the U.S justice system. 

“He has the same name as your dad.” You say. “Do you think that’s a coincidence?”

“No es mi padre.” Jake says, his tone a bit harsh. You spare a glance at him and catch his gaze. 

“He’s not my dad.” He says. You both shared eye contact for a moment, his eyes were intense and you would have felt intimidated if you didn’t feel as comfortable as you do with him now. 

“Okay,” You say. “He’s not your dad.” You don’t know what happened to Marc's brain to cause it to create several people. But, you weren’t going to press for it, whatever it was that happened had to be traumatic because DID forms when a person goes through something really rough; so, whatever happened in their past you don’t want them to relive it or recount it to you until they are comfortable with you enough to open up to you and that’s if they ever become comfortable.

“Damn straight.” He says. 

“But, you know him as Elias. My question is-”

“Yeah, I know what your question is and I can tell you that I don’t know.” 

“You don’t know?” You ask. 

“Sí, no lo sé.” He says. You know a little Spanish from freshman year of high-school, so you know the first part of it which makes you think that he is indeed confirming that he doesn’t know. You look down at the recipe for snickerdoodles before reaching for Millie and rolling the duck in your hands as you think of his answer. If he does know, he has a reason for hiding it from you and you should trust him on that decision to keep you in the dark on this. If you were in a cult and knew the identity of Mr. Knight, which has to be impossible in the first place because Mr. Knight always wore a mask; and if he did show his face, it would absolutely be the last thing his victims see. So, how likely would it be if you found out the identity of Moon Knight? Low chance, maybe twenty three percent out of one hundred. Not completely zero but not great chances either. 

You open your mouth to speak when he cuts you off, “Can we talk about other things that don’t have to do with my nine to five job?” You almost stare blankly at him due to his question. It threw you off track and derailed any thoughts you had about his statement that he doesn’t know why the Tower Bridge victim shares the same name with his biological father. 

“Can you teach me Spanish some time?” You ask. “I know a little from freshman year but not a lot.”

“You want me to teach you my language sometime?” He asks and you nod. 

“I would like to speak to you in your first language, yes.” You say. “You learned English and I would like to learn Spanish.”

“Okay.” He says. He reaches for the knife and begins to carve into the pumpkin. You watch him silently for a few moments, wondering if he will go through his agreement when he asks, “What’s that?” He juts his chin towards your pumpkin.

“It’s the Scorpio star constellation.” You say, trailing your eyes to your pumpkin “It looked a lot cooler than the Big Dipper constellation.” 

“I’ll teach you Spanish if you teach me constellations.” He says. You understood what he meant, he doesn’t want to feel like he’s being friendly to you by teaching you his first language but rather trading knowledge for knowledge. You were fine with that. 

“Okay,” You say. “It gives me a chance to be a nerd and to use that telescope you bought me, thanks by the way.” He grunts and you place Millie onto the table. “Also, thanks for that light bulb.”

“It’s no problem, table thief.”

“Light bulb thief.”

“I can take that back from you.” He warns. 

“No thanks, I would like to see in my apartment even if the lighting is a bit ominous.” You say. His brows furrow. 

“I thought all kids like colored lighting. Isn’t that in every teenager's bedroom nowadays?”

“You sound old, like your age is really showing in your words.”

“Shut up.” He says and you laugh which soon turns into a screech when he flicks the pumpkin guts at you. You give him a disgusted look when you take the towel and rub your cheek where the guts landed. 

“That’s rude.” You tell him, only half joking. You drop the towel to the counter as you watch a small smile spread across his face. “What are you carving?” 

“A cat.” He says. You smile a little and shift your eyes to it. It was hard to see how it was going from where you stood, but you don’t want to wander closer to him and make him feel like you're criticizing his work. So, you watched him from a distance and tried to gauge his expressions for progress, but nothing came of it. 

“What type of cat?” You ask. 

“The typical black cat for Halloween,” He shrugs. 

“Do you like cats?” 

“Always wanted one.” He says. 

“Well, what’s stopping you?” You ask and he gives you a look. Right, being Khonshus bitch and not wanting to front more than he has to. But, this right now, says something entirely different. This was the longest he has ever been willing to be fronting outside of being Mr. Knight. Maybe, your pep talk for him getting his own life and being deserving of it gave him a kick that he needed. You don’t tell him any of that, but you were about to open your mouth to nag him into getting a cat or beginning to feed the strays in the neighborhood if he wasn’t already when the caller ID for Layla glowed on your phone. Her photo was set to one that she sent to the group chat when she was in Switzerland. 

“Layla's calling, I have to take this.”

“You don’t have to take it, you want to take the call.” He corrects and you shake your head. 

“No, I have to.” You stick your tongue out at him as you swipe the accept button and bring the phone up to your ear. “Hey, Layla.”

“Hey, I’m going to be in London tomorrow. Do you want to go to the mall or something?” 

“You’re going to be in London tomorrow? Are you deadass?”

“Absolutely, table thief.” You can hear the smile in her voice and it makes you feel giddy. 

“I thought you weren’t going to be back for a much longer time.” 

“Change of plans. The deal was closed early.” She states and you hum. You don’t bother to ask if it was closed early because the deal went well or terribly wrong because someone got killed. “Do you want to go?” You nod fervently. 

“Yeah! Of course. Oh guess what?” You laugh and you can feel the excitement building up in your body for tomorrow. You get to go to the mall and go with Layla. You miss her a lot despite not trying to miss her. Oh man, you get to see her tomorrow. You glance at Jake and he has a soft smile on his face, or maybe he looked to be in a decent mood. Either way, he wasn’t frowning or looking like a frog at the moment.

“What?” She asks and you imagine her with a grin on her face. 

“Jake stole a light bulb for me.” You say and this time she's the one who laughs.

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[doctorofmagic]

Hi! I'm a big fan of your blog and thanks to you I fell in love with doomstrange ejjfjfjfkdkd. I recently watched the movie Grinch and for some weird reason I just kept on imagining Grinch as Doom and Stephen Strange as Cindy. The whole to tying to save somebody's broken heart and convincing everyone that he's a good person on the inside is just💞💗💞💗💞💗 And I also found a song called Be Nice To Me that fits them so well. It's sad that this ship is not that popular when it has so much potential! I also hope that the MCU will give them some juicy interactions. Anyways, love your blog and I wish you happy holidays!! 💖🎉

One of us, one of us, one of us!

wefjoerirueiofewio seriously tho, that's so kind of you!!

You're absolutely right to assume Victor would make a perfect Grinch because look, we even have this gem

(highly recommended reading from What The--?! #10. It's not canon but it's super sweet and fun!)

To be fair, I think the perfect person for the role of Cindy would be Doreen. She's been (pardon the pun) beating Victor's ass for a long time but she is nice to him from time to time and even gave a Christmas gift to him in person!

(from Season's Beatings #1)

But yes, Stephen has vouched for him more times than I can count 😭 he's one of his first apologists and I'm always down for it.

(From Infamous Iron Man #12)

About the song... Omg "You're a killer and I'm your best friend" lmaoooo it's them! Thank you for the rec, I really liked it!! Personally, my favorite Doomstrange song is Undisclosed Desires (it's literally them, I swear, even the Mephisto thing, the mask, the violence and anger aaaaa).

It really is sad that they're not popular but well, I may not be an artist but I always try to write content on them (even though I'm more obsessed with other fandoms atm). There was a time when I was hoping to see their interactions in the MCU in the hope that they'd become more popular, but these days I just dread how they will portray Victor, honestly. I mean, with Waldron??? What can we truly expect?

The only person I trust to write him is Ryan Coogler. He made an amazing job with Namor (and Killmonger). I'm pretty sure he'd nail Victor and wouldn't whitewash him. But if he is to be introduced in the FF movie, my hopes are not that high. I personally don't feel comfortable with shipping characters who were mischaracterized and/on whitewashed for that matter (what they did to Jake Lockley is criminal fr). Besides, Secret Wars will be adapted and uh, if that's the only interaction between them, we know it won't end well. But let's wait and see! Perhaps I will be able to drag more people to the 616 side of the ship 👀

Thank you so much for your kind words, I hope you have a wonderful time! Happy holidays and stay safe 💜✨

(writers are insaaaane for writing these two in this kind of relationship in which you don't know if they're really close or not but they feel comfortable around one another, like??? 😭 And the fact that they spent 45 days living under the same roof? That Stephen knows how to speak Latverian?? That they call each other by their first names? Sorry, I miss them so much, I'm starving for content *sobs in the distance*)

[emily-ella-nightshade89]

JAKE MOTHERFUCKING LOCKLEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[indigocookie]

IF WE GET MOON KNIGHT SEASON TWO I’M GONNA FUCKING RIOT. YOU MEAN TO TELL ME I GET MY MOON BOYS AND LAYLA BACK??? PLEASE PLEASE IT’S ALL I WANT.

[mrcspectr]

I was playing around with my Jake Lockley playlist and like.. Goliath by Woodkid, ya’ll.

[yoursecondfirstlove]

🌖Little Muffin🌒 p.3

P.1 P.2 P.4 P.5

Moon boys x f!reader

(Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader, Jake Lockley x reader)

There truly is nothing like a sleepover to bring people together, or get them at each others throats, something (y/n) quickly learns.

Word count:1396 words

Warnings: FLUFF!! This is damn near the fluffiest shit I’ve ever written, play fighting, description of light injury, slightly suggestive, alcohol consumption, the moon boys being the cutie patooties they are

Steven would like to say inviting (y/n) to stay the next few nights in the flat was a purely tactical decision, I mean, think about all the time they waste going to each other’s places right? They have a plan to settle, how are they gonna do that when they’re stuck running after each other? The logic was sound enough but it wasn’t the reason for the suggestion, all the boys knew it, he wanted to spend more time with her, open up a new sense of closeness that Marc had strictly kept closed for years. He loved the idea for having her for a few days, give her room to be vulnerable. What’s the worst that can happen right?

The other two had very different reactions to the development. Jake threw his head back and thanked every god he knew of that Steven ‘finally grew some balls’ and progressed things with her or at least established room to do so, Marc on the other hand stayed completely silent, not giving any opinion on the matter. However he had caused Steven to “slip” while cutting up fruit earlier, resulting in a shallow but still nasty gash on his index finger. Steven yelped in pain, dropping the knife as if it burned him. He suckled at his wound before turning to the reflection in the toaster, as expected, Marc was there glaring at him. “Cheers for that mate, very mature!”

A know rang through the flat and Steven had all but rushed to leave all he was doing to get the door to reveal (y/n) standing with a large pizza box and a smaller box set on top of it, hung from her arm was a plastic bag filled with different drinks and on her back a backpack filled with clothes and toiletries. “Let’s get this cute little sleepover kickin’ shall we?” She said with a giggle, Steven gave his own laugh back letting her in, she brushed by him to set the boxes on the counter. “I got us pizza, but don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours Steven, I wouldn’t dream of forgetting about you” she spun to face him holding out the smaller box to him. He took it and opened it to reveal spaghetti in a creamy sauce and seasoned with herbs. “This, my adorable little friend, is the best vegan pasta you will ever put in that pretty mouth” (y/n) stated with a proud grin. Steven flushed pink and looked up at her, smiling, “that’s really lovely of you, thank you” (y/n) didn’t respond, just scrunch her face into a sweet, adorable smile. She placed her hand in his cheek briefly, no doubt feeling the searing heat of it, before turning back around to set down the drinks. ‘Oh lookie gettin special treatment as always’ Jake grumbled ‘it’s not special treatment, she’s just making sure he eats and she didn’t want to make US eat vegan pizza’ Marc rationalised prompting another scoff from Jake.

They had worked on exit strategies for about three hours before deciding to reward themselves with a movie. Steven was still in control at this point, his spaghetti devoured and what was left of the pizza still in its box. They were both making slow work of some red wine as they calmly chatted through the film. After a moment of silence (y/n) felt an arm stretch across her “Encantada de verte preciosa” a New York accent breathed into her hair. A smile bloomed on (y/n)’s face “hi Jake” she looked up at him to see a flirtatious, pleased look on his face. “We done with the plans shit for the night?” He asked teaching for his wine glass and downing it before pouring himself another. “Oh yeah don’t you worry, I know you’re ‘not exactly the plans guy’” she said, mocking his accent when she quoted him. He scoffed out a laugh and looked at her with the same divine predatory look as he licked one of his canines, a habit he had that (y/n) already know would always drive her crazy. Jake shuffled to sit even closer to (y/n) “so I gotta ask…” his thumb began rubbing her cheekbone softly “what’s the sleeping arrangement for tonight?” His suggestive tone dripping with tease and the other two promptly started screaming ‘what the fuck man?!!’ ‘What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing mate?!’ “Jacob Lockley!” (Y/n) reeled back in faux dramatic horror “are you propositioning me?” Even though she was faking shock the smile didn’t shake from her face for a second. “Hey I didn’t say nothin’ ‘bout that, it’s your little mind that went there muñeca” a sarcastic laugh burst from (y/n)’s lips at she hit his chest “don’t even you know exactly what you were doing!” Jake let out a rare, hearty laugh “oh I knew what I was doin’ huh?” (Y/n) continued to swat at his chest while giggling “oh it’s like that?” Jake asked “yeah it’s like that” “oh it’s like that is it?” “Fuck yeah it is Lockley” “al-fuckin-right then” Jake continued to laugh as he started the dreaded couch wrestling match of the year, flailing limbs and giggling, man it was just a blood bath. Jake had managed to pin (y/n) to the sofa and the giggling, little by little, died down as they made searing eye contact. “Hi there…” Jake said lowly “we’ll hello” a foxlike grin spread over Jakes face for a moment and then..his eyes rolled back.

His eyes returned to hers and a warm grin spread on his face “would you look at that” Marc’s voice said “the almighty (y/n) (l/n) taken down by little ol’ Jake Lockley huh?” (Y/n) giggled again “shut up you asshole…do you feel like getting off of me anytime soon?” She asked teasingly. Marc smiled but he didn’t laugh, he didn’t get off of her either. The pause was most likely a few seconds but it felt like hours. “No…no not really” he finally said lowly. He leaned down hesitantly, his right hand moved from pinning her wrist to cup her jaw. He had brought his face within an inch of hers and looked in her eyes to check that she was okay with this, she was, she really, really was. With the assurance he took the plunge he should have taken a long time ago and connected their lips. His kiss was passionate but it wasn’t hungry, it was tender. It wasn’t rough but it was confident, sure. His other hand moved as well to wrap around her waist as he lowers his hips to be flush with hers. (Y/n)s hands went to grip one of his biceps and softly hold his hand on her jaw. Once they started kissing they didn’t stop for a few minutes, the kisses never grew harsh of sexually charged, they stayed exactly as they were, loving and intimate. Once their lips parted they were tingling, they made eye contact again and Marc kissed out a chuckled before burying his face in her neck and hair “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” he grumbled, still sheepishly chuckling. (Y/n) giggled and moved a hand to softly hold the back of his neck “yeah…yeah me too.” Marc sighed as he held himself up to look at her again through heavy eyelids “we’re so dumb” he said prompting a laugh from (y/n) “yeah…yeah we are” she said continuing to chuckle being joined by Marc as he leaned down again for yet another tender kiss.

They did end up sleeping in the same bed that night. No sex, just cuddling. Although (y/n) may have done the classic butt wiggled while spooning to tease him a little. It was damn near domestic. They were both so content. (Y/n) knew that if she was going to do this with Marc, at this rate, the other two came as a package deal. Marc knew this too. They had both come to terms with that. Not only had (y/n) come to terms with it, she was excited to experience it. Three totally different men with the same beautiful face. There was much to explore and a couple more nights before she had to go back to the safe house. It was anyones guess of what would happen, those guesses would certainly have a common theme, but, who knows.

A/n: honestly the love for this series makes me so god damn happy and this fic is actually the most fun I’ve had writing a fic in a WHILE. More to come for sure

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[obnoxioussmiley]

Bittersweet

Pairing: Jake Lockley X Reader

Warnings: we see Steven for a moment!! Yeah that’s probably the only good thing that happens. BIG ANGST. Some mild swearing.

Summary: Harrow reveals the ugly truth about how you and Jake met.

Yeah so I haven’t seen the season finale yet, so if this doesn’t line up with whatever happens don’t go crazy on me.

“You’re gonna lose,” You spoke, glaring at the man across the cave. He sat poised on one of the stone formations, giving you a sympathetic smile. “And I personally cannot wait to see it happen.”

You turned, walking through the entrance of the hallway, when he spoke five careful words, making you freeze in your tracks.

“He called you ‘headache’, right?” His voice echoed in the cave. You have no indication that you had stopped, yet he continued. “You and your brother fought a lot, but you knew you loved each other. Even despite all the mistakes he made.” You took a slow breath in, trying to stay quiet as you listened. “He was a messy person, a thief, a mercenary. But you kept in touch, you knew he’d always have your back so you kept his secrets.” You clenched your fists, hating about he so carelessly talked about him. “And then he died, murdered in the desert at an archaeological site, by his own partner.” A pause. “Tell me, do you know what Marc Spector did before you met him?”

“How do you know this, huh? You’ve been watching him? Fucking stalker,” You walked back out from the hallway, voice shaking. If looks could kill he would be at Anubis’ feet. He didn’t answer, simply gave you a look of pity. “What, you’re trying to tell me Marc killed him? I call bullshit.”

“You’re right, he didn’t,” He simply responded, “But he was there.”

It was silent for a moment, you contemplating whether you believed what he was saying. “Okay, he was there, whatever. There’s no way he knew we were related, it’s not his fault they got betrayed. If you’re trying to turn us against each other, it won’t work.”

Harrow simply chuckled, standing up from his seat. “I know how your brother died for one reason,” He stood the cane in front of him, resting both hands on it. “That day you and Steven were chased by my jackal, I read his scales. All of their scales, including Jake’s.”

You narrowed your eyes, “And what the hell does Jake have to do with my brother?”

“How did you meet Jake? Was it purely coincidental that one of the mercenaries your brother worked with ran into you?” He questioned, “Or is it a possibility that Jake knew exactly what happened to your brother when you met?”

You felt your blood run cold as you thought back to that day. You had been sat at a bar in London when Jake sat next to you out of nowhere, introducing himself. You two got along so well so fast that you could argue you loved him from the start, you believed that he would never hurt you.

But he knew? He knew how your brother died before you? Did Marc and Steven even know?

“It must feel horrible to discover this,” Harrow commented, “To find out the one person you thought you could trust, had been lying to you the whole time.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to show how it had really started to tear you up inside. “Are you done?” When he didn’t say anything, you turned, walking down the cave hallway.

It lead to a tomb, where you found Steven holding a statue as he looked down at the sarcophagus in awe. Hearing your footsteps, he turned, the grin on his face growing wider. He held up the ushabti, “Look! We did it, we’re winning!”

You had to remind yourself that Steven was entirely innocent in all of this. You forced a smile, even though you felt like throwing up. It must’ve still been noticeable, for his face grew wary.

“Is everything alright?” He asked gingerly, moving to step towards you. You involuntarily stepped back, holding your hands out to stop him. You were shaking slightly and you couldn’t will your body to quit it.

“I’m fine, I’m okay, I just-” You took a shaky breath, staring at him, “Can Jake hear me?”

Steven, who had become steadily anxious at your guarded behavior, glanced down at the water on the floor. “Uh- Yeah, he can,” He gave you an uneasy look, “Are you sure you’re okay? He’s a bit worried..”

You let out a short laugh. Ignoring his question, you focused your gaze to the ground, hoping he was looking at you from the puddle’s reflection. “Jake, I don’t want you to front around me, I don’t want to speak to you or listen to a goddamn thing you say unless it’s the truth,” You spat out. You sounded angry, but you truly were scared, fearing that the truth was exactly as Harrow said.

Steven inhaled sharply, his eyes rolling back for moment as Jake completely disregarded what you just said and practically forced his way into control. You watched as the body language changed and his demeanor darkened to that of the man you had adored for the last few years.

Once he was fully fronting, he gave you a confused look, and tried to step closer, “Whats wrong?”

You took another step back, stumbling over the uneven stones. “I want the truth, Jake.”

Seeing your clearly frightened reaction, he put his hands up next to his head in surrender, “Sweetheart, Marc says we gotta get out of here before Harrow finds us, come on.”

He nodded his head in the direction of the exit, but you just shook your head. “No, I don’t wanna go anywhere with you, bring back Steven or Marc.”

Hurt painted his face as he studied you, trying to figure out what had made you so tense. It was like seeing an injured animal go into fight or flight mode. He sighed, getting frustrated, “Can we please-”

“No!” You shouted, “No, I’m not going.”

Exasperated, he dropped his hands, “Okay, what the hell’s going on? We don’t have time for this.” You visibly flinched at his sudden change in tone and his face softened. “No- I didn’t mean-”

“My brother’s death - did you know?” You asked carefully.

Not even stone-cold Jake Lockley was prepared for this, and it was obvious by the panic that flashed across his face. He had frozen at the question and that told you all you needed to know.

A mixture of horror and heart-break twisted onto your face as you reeled from the truth. “Oh my god,” You mumbled out, feeling the air leave your lungs. “You knew this whole time.”

He was at a loss for words, trying to think of the right things to say. But there wasn’t any. Bracing himself, he responded, “I did.” He ran his hands roughly through his hair, “You weren’t supposed to found out this way.”

“No, I don’t think I was meant to find out at all,” You bit back.

“I was going to tell you, I wanted to-”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I was scared!” He confessed, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Well, you’ve really gone and done it now.”

His face contorted in fear at your bitter tone, he’d never seen you like this before. Sure, you’ve had your fights, but nothing ever close to being this bad. He couldn’t handle the look of disgust you wore towards him. “Let me explain.”

“I don’t want too hear it.”

“Babe-” He stopped, hearing the voices of Harrow’s men start echoing towards the room. “Baby, we gotta leave, please just-”

“I’m not leaving with you,” You insisted, “I can’t trust a single thing that you say.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Give me Marc or Steven and I’ll go with them, but I’m not leaving here with you.”

The voices grew closer and Jake cursed before retreating, letting Marc front to get you to safety. He really fucked it up this time.

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[inklore]

are you too missing moon knight wednesdays? hungover from seeing our favorite moon boys kick ass and look exceptionally good while doing so? are you sitting on the edge of your seat waiting for marvel to give us a season two or at least a movie appearance? well then welcome to the hang(over) the moon writing challenge!

HANG(OVER) THE MOON!

hello, darlings! if you couldn’t already tell from the above we, as many others, are quite hungover from the moon knight finale. so what does one do when they can’t get over a show and are impatiently waiting for more content? you come up with a writing challenge to ease the pain, to bring the moon knight hoes together to create the content marvel is withholding from us! 

so @burnthoneymint and i decided to come up with this challenge not only for the reasons above but also because we love the show, the characters, actors, to the point of feral addiction and we know so many others that feel the same way. 

below you will find all the rules, guidelines, start and end date, theme and basis of the challenge. we hope that our fellow moon knight lovers will join in and we’ll all be blessed with more amazing content, and hopefully ease the pain of this hangover! 

THE CHALLENGE!

the theme for this challenge is: mythology with a modern twist! it can be any mythology, any myth, whatever tale, story, dynamic, it can be your typical hades and persephone or it can be a myth no one knows too much about, it can be greek, egyptian, norse, it’s all welcome and encouraged! 

we do not have a set list of what myths you can and cannot use in hopes that it will help creativity blossom and give everyone more open options to all of the different myths and mythologies out there. but if you do need some guidance in the subject please feel free to message either one of us. 

the only thing that it must have/feature is a modern twist. you can choose to incorporate that in whatever way you see fit, i’m sure whatever your wonderful minds come up with it will be amazing. 

RULES AND GUIDLINES!

THIS IS A STRICTLY 18+ CHALLENGE, minors please dni.

genres that are welcome: smut, fluff, angst, dark, dubcon, noncon, etc. the only thing we ask is that you please add the proper content warnings.

content and genres that are not welcome: incest, underage, necrophilia, feet and scat kink, watersports, age play, and race play. pieces with any of the following will be ignored. 

you do not have to be following either of us to be able to join in / submit a piece, as well as there is no need to ‘sign up’ or send in an ask to join, anyone is welcome, encouraged and allowed.

there is no limit to how short or long the piece needs to be. just please add the ‘read more / keeping reading’ feature if it goes past 300-500 words, out of respect for everyone's thumbs when scrolling. 

feel free to add any tropes, settings, relationship dynamics, etc. let your creativity prosper, you do not have to just stay in the realm of the ‘typical myth’, especially with the added modernity. 

do not worry or stress your little minds with someone choosing the same myth as you, everyone writes different, has their own style and way of telling a story so there may be  similarities on the myth and ship, but that is as far as it will go. 

please tag @burnthoneymint​ and @inklore​ once you have posted your piece, as well as including the #hangoverthemoonchallenge or #moonknightwritingchallenge in the tags of the post.

CHARACTERS APLLICABLE!

marc spector, steven grant, jake lockley, layla el-faouly, khonshu

if there is another character from the show you would like to write (as the main love interest) then please feel free to message us and ask. but harrow will not be accepted, respectfully no. you may add any other character from the show as a side character, villain, etc, though. 

you can write about more than one of the boys, or characters, as the love interest. poly fics are more than welcome and highly encouraged!

START AND END DATE!

START DATE: NOW END DATE: AUGUST 6TH

[marckinggrant]

Moon Knight Assembled Thots

The production process of the show being more of an adventure movie makes sense. I can tell that the main focus really was on capturing the sorta heavy original comic issue #1 aesthetics of Moon Knight

I like the way the suit has came out as a need to not make it SWAT like. It fits the overall environment theming of the movie not having a big focus on the mythology and heavy egyptian theming.

The process of writing the story just based on aesthetics of the comics feel like it was kinda a fib. I'm sure they got inspiration from the comics but mostly at the beginning of the OG comic and a ton of the Lemire run for episode 5.

I appreciate how they try to explain the origins to the modern day writing scenario with Moon Knight going from multiple identities to being a DID system.

And boiiii hearing Oscar saying his research and the correct terminology when it comes to the matter of discussing DID systems felt very refreshing. CAN WE HAVE THAT IN SEASON 2 PLZ? U3U

Oscar's GUTEN TAG phrasing made my heart get all juicyyyyy mmmmmmmmmmmm

The concept of Steven being Moon Knight sounds so sweet honestly. He is pretty much given the ability to fly and get great amounts of healing from the suit. Kinda gives me the vibe of giving your sibling or lover the greatest build you ever have in a multiplayer mode. I think Marc would give Steven the more bulky Moon Knight armor if he could for protecction!

Oscar Isaac loving Steven so much, he's his favorite and he wants to befriend Steven! C'MON WORLD!!! Plz give Oscar his boi Steven. We need that to be a universe possibility. We need a multiverse episode of Oscar finally meeting his boi Steven and simping for the bees knees with a V!

I love how Oscar described two heavy aspects of Marc. First one being Marc embodying the rage from what happened to him as a child to use it as vengeance. And the second one being rage at himself feeling deserving of what he got. That he himself is just a slave to that rage and nothing else. To me, it sorta links with Marc's initial perspective with potentially Jake and Steven. With Jake I feel like they're gonna pull him being "the guy" that represents Marc's need to rebel against injustice befallen to him.

And the second viewing kinda relating to his initial view of Steven. As someone that holds a higher priority of life over his own, that the world only needs his enslaved rage power and that he deserves to only be seen that way. Only deserves to be seen as a function instead of an actual person because Marc should always serve a great purpose to satisfy the world :(

Jake Lockley crumbs are at his sarcophag'd feet and I cannot ask for more *kiss* >3>

[itkmoonknight]

    Episode 5:

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy – plenty of exciting speculation around Moon Knight potentially entering the Netflix Marvel Universe (finally!) High Priests Connor and Rey discuss the exciting news which came from what to expect in the upcoming Punisher TV show – fingers crossed it’s for our boy, MK!

We wrap up the first tremendous arc by Jeff Lemire and Greg Smallwood in issue #5 of “Moon Knight” (Vol. 8) as well as revisit a classic with Vol. 1 issue #12 – “The Nightmare of Morpheus”.

Speaking of which, a new segment, “Character Spotlight” kicks off with an in-depth review of Morpheus the villian – get to know the history, powers and relevance that Morpheus has for Moon Knight as well as the rest of the Marvel Universe. It’s all here in this one episode – grab some moonshine and get ya false idols out, because it’s Moon Knight all the way, baby!

The Bare Bones:

Lemire’s Moon Knight, issue #5 – “ Welcome to New Egypt: Part 5 of 5”

Stopped at the entrance to the mysterious pyramid by what appears to be himself, Mr. Knight attacks the classic costumed Moon Knight after Marlene is coaxed to follow the mysterious imposter.

Mr. Knight manages to stab Moon Knight but is quickly countered and Mr. Knight can’t help as Marlene is whisked away.

Mr. Knight follows the trail of blood but what follows is not what he expects at all.

Deep in the pyramid, Mr. Knight arrives at a tomb door where the trail stops but as he enters, his world changes.

Finding himself no longer Mr. Knight and in the pyramid ,but in fact on the moon, Marc Spector has to immediately escape from the sounds of growls and space wolves which lead him through another doorway.

Beyond this, he comes out the other side as Steven Grant and now on set of some production, with Marlene surprisingly there to greet him. The reunion is short lived however, as the familiar faces of Billy and Bobby (the hospital wardens) attack Steven, forcing him through yet another door.

Again, his world is upended and we now see Jake Lockley on the seedy streets of New York, late night

no doubt, and in a far less salubrious part of town. Despite the different world, Billy and Bobby pop up again to cause grief but Jake manages to elude them once again via a third doorway.

Reality returns to Mr. Knight and he is once again confronted by the Classic Moon Knight visage and the creature underneath the mask. It is Khonshu, and the deity’s plan of wanting to possess Marc (both mentally and physically) are revealed.

Marc Spector refuses, and to escape it looks as though he would prefer death over submission. He flees out of the pyramid and wilfully leaps to his death, after which there is only darkness.

Marc finds himself abruptly awake and as Steven Grant in his bed.

Marlene is there to wish him a good morning and as Steven Grant looks over the New York skyline. He can’t help but shed a tear of joy at what he finally considers for himself, some inner peace.

Moon Knight, Vol. 1 issue #12 –  “ The Nightmare of Morpheus”

Dr. Peter Alraune (Marlene’s brother) ponders over the guilt he bears for his patient, Robert Markham, who has gone horribly astray.

Just as he decides to report Markham to the police over the phone as missing, an intruder breaks in and reveals himself to be Markham himself, though now totally crazed and disfigured.

With mysterious dark powers, Markham (calling himself Morpheus after the Greek god) assaults Alraune but before he is able to finish the job, the police arrive and Morpheus flees into the night.

Marlene hears news of her brother now in hospital and pleads to Steven Grant to accompany her to see him. Peter slips in and out of consciousness but sadly as Marlene and Steven arrive, he falls into a coma.

It’s not long during their visit that Morpheus returns to presumably finish what he started, and as he attacks the hospital police guards, Moon Knight springs into action!

Morpheus proves, however, too much for Moon Knight to handle, and he makes short work of Moon Knight using his versatile ebon energy.

Moon Knight licks his wounds and returns to the scene of the crime (Peter Alraune’s office) to try and dig up information on Morpheus.

He is greeted by detective Flint – a seasoned, weary D.I who rather than get in Moon Knight’s way, assists him. Flint gives Moon Knight vital information and the thankful White knight leaves the office in search of Morpheus.

Meanwhile, as Morpheus becomes more and more crazed, he decides to rob a bank, which is easily detected by Moon Knight.

The two clash again, and for a second time, Morpheus beats Moon Knight effortlessly.

Moon Knight vows to do better and chases Morpheus into a zoo and after an intense fight where both seem to win at some point, Moon Knight lures Morpheus towards an electric generator.

Feigning injury, Moon Knight tricks Morpheus to shoot at the generator and as Moon Knight had hoped the electricity negates Morpheus’ ebon energy, rendering him powerless and at the mercy of the Fist of Khonshu.

Morpheus is arrested and brought to Seagate prison where he is sedated – effectively keeping Morpheus and his ebon energy under wraps.

Moon Knight forges a friendship with Detective Flint and as the story ends, Peter Alraune wakes from his coma, much to Marlene’s delight.

 Show Notes:

‘The Punisher’ May Feature An Appearance by Another Marvel Hero

More speculation regarding Moon Knight in the Punisher Netflix show

5 Actors who could portray Moon Knight in Netflix

Moon Knight Vol. 8, issue #5 – “Welcome to New Egypt – Part 5 of 5”

Moon Knight Vol. 1, issue #12 – “The Nightmare of Morpheus”

Morpheus – Marvel Wiki Profile

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Episode 5 – Sleepless & Eyelid-less Episode 5: Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy - plenty of exciting speculation around Moon Knight potentially entering the Netflix Marvel Universe (finally!) High Priests Connor and Rey discuss the exciting news which came from what to expect in the upcoming Punisher TV show - fingers crossed it's for our boy, MK!