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80pairsofcrocs · 9 months

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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? kinda angst at the end, many mentions of throwing up, underage drinking, more drunk teen stuff, let me know if i missed anything.

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"alright let's go over this again- what time are you supposed to be home?"

"11 at the latest"

"and how will you get home?"

"you pick me up or khonshu walks me home"

"and what do you do if you get uncomfortable?"

"tell evie then call you"

"that's right" marc says and you sigh, feeling your leg bounce up and down due to the nerves.

your first highschool party. technically.

evie went to your school, but you didn't see each other at all. except when she would occasionally walk home.

marc parks the car at the side of the road, and you look over to evies house which was booming with music and colored lights.

and that was when she came out.

she was in a sparkly red dress that only reached to the middle of her thighs, and she had sparkling jewelry in every possible place she could.

you opened the door to step out of the car when you looked down at your own clothing- which consisted of plain black shorts, a white t shirt and jakes leather jacket.

"awwww! you look so cute!" evie compliments and you look down to the sidewalk shyly.

"hey" marc calls out behind you so you turn around. "don't do anything stupid, okay?"

you smile at him. "i won't. i love you guys" you say before shutting the door and walking to evie.

"that guy is familiar.. is he that cabbie that yells at people and causes scenes all the time?" she asks, leading you to the door.

"yeah... that's my dad"

"oh okay- wait- that's your dad?!"

"yeah-"

she interrupts you by laughing. "i've heard him yell the funniest things at people-" she keeps laughing as she opens the door.

you laugh along with her until you see the amount of people inside the house.

evie senses your nerves and turns to you. "if you get overwhelmed just tell me and i can hang out with you in my room if you want" she offers and it makes you feel better about going.

"thank you"

"now- for drinks we have apple juice, water, some sprite, and i think someone brought a bunch of alcohol but i don't drink-" she leads you to the kitchen.

"apple juice?" you ask almost excitedly and evie nods.

"well i can get you some and you can go hang out if you want, get to know people?" she suggests and you nod, walking to the huge living room where there's maybe 15 people dancing about on the floor, and you choose to go stand in the corner of the room and watch everyone as they have fun.

that was when someone came up to you.

"heyyyyy! i haven't seen you before! what's your name?!" a boy looking around your age starts, leaning against the wall next to you.

"i'm.. im y/n"

"ohhhhh! evies friend! i've heard so much about you!!" he slurs out taking a huge gulp of whatever liquid was in his red solo cup.

"uhh.. yeah. i'm evies friend-"

"well i'm bradley it's wonderful to meet you- you're so pretty!" he brings a hand up to brush down the bridge of your nose, making you lean away a bit.

"oh- i'm sorry force of habit" he pulls his hand away and puts it in his pocket.

"my ex used to let me admire her" he looks down at the ground and you watch in shock at the boy's dramatic expression.

"but she cheated on me!" he tears up, leaning to you again and hugging you, spilling all of his drink on the floor.

you just stand there and awkwardly pat his back.

"she- she cheated on me with my brother!" he sobs violently into your shoulder and squeezes his arms tighter around your waist.

evie comes back with your apple juice and looks shocked at the position you're in.

"what happened?" she whispers as she comes up next to you.

"this is my new friend bradley. i think he's wasted or something" you shrug and evie chuckles before rubbing his back, making him let go of you to wipe his tears, by dropping his empty cup on the floor.

he adjusts his beanie you didn't know he had on, which conveniently has embroidered writing on it saying 'sad boi' with a frowny face next to it.

he takes your hand in his and kisses it. "i'm sorry- you're just so pretty- are you single? would you ever cheat on me-?" he asks while still slurring his words together.

evie starts leading him away from you. "she's happily married, now let's go" she starts. "i'm just taking him up to the guest room really quick- i'll be right back" she hands you your cup of juice and you nod.

you look down at the wet spot on the floor from when bradley spilled his drink and cringe, moving to another corner of the room.

trouble just always seems to come your way and another boy approaches you.

"what's that you're drinking?" he asks nodding his head at you.

you just stare at him for a moment. "apple juice"

he lets out a single laugh. "yeah? and what else?" he asks completely serious.

you just stare at him again. "it's just apple juice-"

"awww, you got invited to a party and you're not even gonna drink? just a little bit?" he talks to you in a tone a mother would her child.

"no."

"come on, just take a sip" he holds his cup out to you and you look inside it, just seeing clear liquid. you could smell it from there and you lean your head away from it.

he chuckles again. "this your first time? come on, just a little"

"no thank you-"

"what are you? chicken?" he scoffs with a smile.

"what? no!" you get defensive, standing up straight.

"yes you are! just take a sip you pussy!" he shouts, making a couple people turn around to watch the exchange.

you notice the cup was about half full of probably many different kinds of alcohol, so you yank it from his hand and chug the whole thing in one breath.

you throw the cup down while the small crowd watching you cheers in delight.

you feel a sudden urge of confidence as a girl comes up to you while her friend pours both vodka and tequila in a red cup at the same time until it was almost all the way full.

you look to the boy from before and he nods. "come on my new friend! don't pussy out!" he jokes and you take the cup, again chugging the whole thing without taking a breath.

the crowd goes wild as you wipe the excess liquid from your mouth and you start coughing due to the sting of the burning sensation in your throat.

you throw the cup down again. "another!" you yell, causing the boy next to you to pour the tequila into your apple juice.

you take a breath before chugging that as well, then crushing the cup in your hand after feeling your stomach gurgle.

you put a hand to your stomach and breath slowly, feeling something reach your head.

now everything felt.. fuzzy. like when you try on your friends glasses and see how blind they truly are.

or taking your own glasses off and not being able to see shit.

you stumble back into the wall behind you and the boy wraps an arm around your shoulder and shoves another drink in your hand.

"drink up, you're the life of the party now!" he shouts, earning cheering from everyone again, who's attentions were all on you.

you slowly bring the cup to your lips when evie takes it from you, and you get surprised at the fact that she appeared out of no where.

"what are you doing?" she asks and then turns to the boy that still had an arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"did you pressure her into doing this?" she asks him angrily and he moves closer to you.

"nah, she just isn't a pussy" he looks over to you and turns your head towards him with his thumb and forefinger on your chin.

before you could register what was happening his lips were on yours and when you realized it you pushed him away and tripped him so that he was on the ground below you.

you bent down and grabbed a handful of his shirt and got in his face. "what the fuck is wrong with you?! you can't just kiss someone like that- i have a boyfriend!" you slam him back down and walk away, evie following you.

you find yourself in her kitchen, which was void of people, sitting at the island on a barstool.

"you okay?" she rubs your arm. "i'm so sorry about him- he's always like that"

"why are you friends with him?" you counter and she sighs, sitting on the stool next to you.

"he acts all goody goody in front of my parents and blackmails me into inviting him to parties" she says and you look to her.

"that.. that's not right.." you shake your head and she smiles at you.

"it's okay. he's just annoying" she scoffs and you let out a laugh.

"yeah like who just kisses someone like that- i don't even know his name!" you laugh again. "oh my god casper is going to be so mad at me. "you mumble, putting your head in your hands.

evie rubs your back. "he's not, he'll understand" she starts. "do you want to come dance with me?"

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a couple hours later- about 10:30- you were guzzling down all the drinks people were shoving in your face.

they were all cheering you on for not passing out considering you've probably drank the equivalent of a whole bottle of vodka of all the types of alcohol in the house.

you were just about to drink some more when evie approached you again.

"heyyyy y/n- how about we take a break-"

"but evie! i'm not a pussy!" you retort and she takes your wrist and drags you from the crowd.

"hey- why'd you do that..?" you manage to slur out.

"i think it's time for you to go home- but! i had fun! and you had fun and i'll invite you over again but i think it's passed your bedtime"

"i ain't got a bedtime-"

"yes you do, now are you okay to walk home?"

"yeah i got someone"

"...okay.. well i'll see you later okay?" she leads you to the door and you adjust your jacket.

"y-yeah" you stutter, then hiccup.

evie softly smiles at you before closing the door and khonshu appears behind you.

"you are not well" he says and you turn around slowly, and stumble down the stairs from evie's house.

"i'm fine- m' jus' tired all of a sudden" you close your eyes for a second and when you open them you're right in front of the door to the apartment.

"what.."

"i am a god. don't be stupid" khonshu says, walking through the wall into the apartment, and you try to do the same only to end up hitting your head on the door.

"fuck!" you shout, trying to get the key out of your pocket to unlock the door.

let's just say when you get inside, marc is giving you a really weird look as you try to lock the door again.

"did you have fun..?" he asks, getting up off the couch to approach you and you struggle to get your shoes off.

"yeahhh" you say, almost tripping off your shoes to go and hug marc, leaning all your weight against him.

he was surprised until he smelt a familiar aroma. he takes your face in his hands and sees how bloodshot they are.

"have you been drinking?" he asks and you nod.

"i had some apple juice" you start laughing.

marc looks down at you in shock. "you- you reek of alcohol" he tells you and you look back up at him.

"well b'cause i'm not a pussy" you explain and he sighs.

"dude she is drunk" jake points out.

"i think you mean wasted" steven corrects.

"hey i can hear you!" you yell at the mirror, seeing steven put his hands up in surrender.

"and i'm not drunk!"

"oh yeah? tell the time" marc argues.

you slowly turn to the digital clock on the oven. "i am not drunk!" you say to the clock and marc sighs tiredly.

marc takes both your shoulders and guides you to your room. "you stay here, i doubt you've eaten anything lately" he makes you sit down on your bed to go get pop tarts from the kitchen.

you sit and begin to not feel well, like as if you swallowed acid.

marc comes back and see you visibly turning pale- and rushes you to the bathroom.

right as you get there you empty your guts into the toilet- and it burns even worse coming back up than it did going down.

you threw up for almost a whole minute and once you were done you were a sobbing mess.

marc carefully wiped the puke from your bottom lip with a wet towel, and used a different one to place against your forehead.

"take it easy-"

"dad! i'm sorry! i- i was being called a pussy for not drinking an' i don't like being made fun of anymore for i drank a little bit!" you cry, and marc just picks you up and carries you to your bed, setting you down and adjusting the cold cloth on your forehead.

"it's okay, kid. we'll talk in the morning okay? we love you" he says, gesturing to the pop tarts and glass of water. "please drink some water, okay"

"goodnight darling"

"buenas noches, dulce niña"

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you woke up twice in the middle of the night to throw up.

and both times your dads were there to calm you down and make you drink water so you didn't get a headache.

they brought you pedro and luna who cuddled with you, knowing somehow that you were sick and needed a pick me up.

and it was the dreaded morning now, where you woke up with a pounding, ear splitting headache.

you groan and squeeze your eyes shut, running your hand down your face only to open your eyes and see steven sitting at your windowsill reading a book.

"what.. what are you doing..?" you grumble, trying to adjust to the light.

steven closes his book and sets it down beside him. "care to tell us why you came home drunk?" he asks.

"i don't know.." you say quietly, still feeling some effects of the alcohol. "i just.. it happened so fast" you sit up and sway a bit where you sit.

steven looks at you expectingly and you look away from him. "look- i didn't know there were drinks there-"

"so why did you do it?" marc asks, deciding to front. "do you know what underage drinking can do to you? you could've been poisoned" he starts and you scoff.

"poisoned by a bunch of seniors?"

"don't get smart with me right now. we can't keep fighting y/n" he ends quietly.

"it's been months since our last argument, but i can't let this slide" he says, making you look over to him sadly. "please explain yourself. and don't lie, please"

you look over to marc before starting. "this guy.. he kept calling me a pussy so i only drank a little bit.. at first" you add at the end.

"and everyone started cheering- so i took that as a good thing- so i started chugging cups of.."

"cups of what?" jake asks from your mirror.

you shrug nervously and marc shakes his head.

"that's extremely dangerous, y/n. you're lucky there wasn't anything too toxic in it- you could've gotten very sick!" he shouts and you nod.

"i really regret it.... i really shouldn't have done it. i feel like shit right now" you tell them honestly and marc nods.

"we need you to promise anything like this won't happen again" marc says and you nod.

"i promise dad- i mean it" you look into his eyes as you promise.

he nods and helps you up off your bed to bring you into a hug. you hug marc back until you feel your stomach acting up again.

jake sensed something was wrong and fronted to rush you to the bathroom.

once you got there you knelt in front of the toilet and spilled your guts again.

jake watched in pity as you finished, flushed the toilet and sat back against the bathtub on the floor.

you looked up at jake. "i'm sorry papa.." you whispered, looking down at the floor after.

"just.. clean up the kitchen and scoop the litter box. that's all for now" he tells you, so you smile and stand up, hugging him before he gently pushes you back.

"brush your teeth first, puke breath"

"fuck you, papa"

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and of course, all three of your dads were thinking about all the activities from last night even after the first time you were forced to go to bed.

the first time you woke up, it was to call casper. to tell him you were drunk and that somebody kissed you and you felt super bad- and you needed to make sure he still loved you.

he said yes even though you were crying so hard you were drooling all over yourself.

and then you got forced to go back to sleep.

and then when you woke up the second time, it was because you were hungry- no, starving.

you ate two packages of pop tarts and some black olives. you almost ate the raspberries before marc hurried in because he heard noise, and helped you as you threw up again.

you slept soundly throughout the rest of the night, and now back to the present.

you ate some plain toast on the couch next to steven and the cats, who were cuddling on the armrest to your right.

"you feeling any better?" steven asks and you nod.

"thank you" you start. "definitely never doing that shit again- i hate throwing up" you shiver at the thought.

"glad you learned your lesson" steven says, and you lean your head against his shoulder as you start to fall asleep again.

steven smiles down at you, turning the tv off so he could get some sleep as well.

a nice sleepy morning for all of you, without anything to worry about at the moment.

except the fact you got wasted the night before and threw up a bunch.

but you'll be okay.

you'll all be okay.

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A/N : love you guys, and i know exactly how many chapters are left >:)

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moonywritings · 1 year

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Help from your friends.

Moonknight x Teen reader PLATONIC.

Genre : Oneshot.

Pairing : Steven Grant x teen reader, Marc Spector x teen reader, Jake Lockley x teen reader.

Summary : Your friends help you build a shelf.

Sitting on the ground, legs crossed, you cast an annoyed glance at the plans spread out in front of you. No matter how hard you read and reread them, examine the many diagrams in detail and even look on the internet, you still hadn't managed to assemble this damn shelf, even after a good hour of assembling and disassembling the many parts.

You groaned for what felt like the hundredth time today and threw up your arms in exasperation. Handiwork was obviously not for you.

You liked to read more than anything and you had decided to buy one of those pretty book shelves from IKEA to store your many books. You were tired of leaving them lying around in piles bigger than you. At night, you'd trip over them sometimes and then have to pick them up and pile them up again as you rubbed your sore toes.

You lay on your back, crushing your tools and some building plans, and rubbed your eyes. You almost didn't hear the knock on your apartment door. You indicated that the door was unlocked in a loud, weary voice. The door creaked open, then slammed shut, and you heard familiar footsteps crossing your hallway.

"Hiya love !"

You straighten up hastily, a big smile on your face.

"Hello Steven !"

He smiled back at you with the same energy then turned to the window and you knew he was listening to his two alters.

"Marc and Jake say hello too."

"Hi guys !" You waved awkwardly, not sure if they could see you.

Steven held grocery bags in his hands filled with what appeared to be sweets, sodas and chips. He often brought you snacks and books when he visited you, and you smile thinking that he spoils you a lot. He put them on the couch and walked over to you as you rose to greet him. He hugged you tightly, then released you, his gaze lingering on the mess that littered the floor of your living room.

"What happened here ?"

You fidgeted a little, embarrassed.

"I was trying to assemble a bookshelf, but it turned out to be more difficult than expected,” you confessed.

"Why didn't you call us ? We could have helped."

Without waiting for your answer, he frantically reached into his shirt pockets and pulled out his pair of rectangular reading glasses. You smile as you watch him put them on his nose and sit on the floor, in the same spot where you were a moment ago.

He began rummaging through the many plans and brought a few to his face to examine. You tried in vain to restrict your laughter to his old man's attitude. A chuckle escaped your lips and you couldn't stop it. Steven looked up from the papers he was holding and gave you a questioning look.

"What is it ? What's funny ?"

"You," you replied with a mocking look.

"Me ?" He says pointing his index finger to his chest. "Why ?"

"You look like a grandma."

You burst out laughing at his shocked look. He rolled his eyes playfully and returned his attention to his work.

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Half an hour had passed. Steven now had the same desperate look you had earlier. His curly hair stood on end from every time he'd run his hand through it.

You sighed in annoyance and stood up, your leg bones cracking after all the time you'd been sitting on the floor.

"Ummm... You want tea ? I'll make tea."

You stomped towards the kitchen without waiting for his response.

"Hey, Steven. Give me the body, you're messing it up !"

"I'm definitely not going to give you the body !" Steven exclaimed. "I know you'll end up getting upset and throwing everything away. They don't need that," he added, watching you bustle behind the counter, a kettle full of water in your hand.

"What ? I would never do that!"

"Stevie is right, amigo. You can't keep your cool," Jake sneered, joining the conversation between the british and the american.

You heard the man arguing with his reflection for a few more minutes, laughing. Eventually you saw the body straighten up and lose its shy and friendly look to be replaced with a tense body and a deep frown. You knew it was Marc who were fronting now. You watched him shake the blueprints and tools and mutter annoyedly for a few more minutes before the whistle of the kettle startles you.

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"That doesn't make any sense ! And why is it so hard it's just a damn bookshelf !"

"I told you, hermano."

"Oh shut up Jake !"

"You're never gonna make it if you keep arguing like this !" said Steven wearily. "Now shut up and focus on that bloody shelf before they come back."

Marc stared at the shelf he had partially built. He took a sip of the tea you had brought him and concentrated on his work while you picked up your books scattered all over the apartment, ready to put them in their new location.

"C'mon hermano, give me the body. I can do it faster than you."

Five minutes later, the large white shelf stood against the wall with a proud Jake leaning on it.

"How in the hell did you do that ?!" Marc spat in an annoyed tone.

"I always said I was the smartest of us," Jake replied smugly with a smirk. The american answered him with an irritating growl.

"Well done Jake !" exclaimed Steven.

"Jake, you did it !"

He turned to you, who had just come out of your room, a stack of books in your arms, and a wide grin. You put them on the floor and examined the shelf with an admiring look.

"Yeah, it was nothing, don't wor..."

He was interrupted by your arms hugging him tightly. Surprised, he did not immediately return your hug.

"Thanks guys. What would I do without you, hm ?"

"You probably would never assemble this damn shelf," he sneered, his arms around you.

You giggled in his neck and released him. You could sense it was Marc now.

"Do you want to do a movie night ?" You asked hopefully. You were always very happy to spend time with them and you also wanted to thank them for helping you.

"Of course kiddo. Why do you think we bought snacks ?" he said, pointing to the bags Steven had put on your couch earlier.

You grinned and thanked him.

"So, what do you want to watch ?"

"Harry Potter."

"AGAIN ?!"

"Yes, again. Now sit down and shut up. I'll go get the snacks Steven bought."

He sat down on the couch, grumbling, and turned on the TV. He complained a lot but you knew he loved doing movie nights no matter what movie you chose. You also knew he secretly enjoyed watching Harry Potter. As long as it was with you, he would be happy, they would all be happy.

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I wanted to try and write a oneshot for once, I hope you liked it ;) Sorry for my English 😅

Moony🌛

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 2 years

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*Marc being tired of all the shit in his life*: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

Jake: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2.

Steven: Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice.

Konshu: Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Y/N: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

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l3m0ncyan · 10 months

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Heyy can you maybe write something about moonboys with a reader who was lots of religous trauma (catholic) if u feel comfortable doing so.

AN: Hey! Sorry about taking too long but I finally had time to write your request! I kinda wrote a mix of catholicism and Christianity when I did this so I hope I still nailed it with what you were looking for

Summary: After being kicked out of your religious parent's home, you reply to a flyer looking for a roommate from Steven Grant. Fast forward to the present, you find yourself going out on a date, but anxiety consumes you when Marc and the alters witness you kissing your date.

The reader is non-binary and queer in this

Warnings: hinting of homophobia, panic attacks, anxiety, ANGST/COMFORT

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You trudged down the busy sidewalk, your steps heavy and slow. Your backpack was heavy on your back, and the bag full of clothes in your hand didn't make things any easier.

You felt as though you were moving through a thick fog, lost in thought and barely aware of your surroundings. Your mind was consumed by a single question: how did you end up here?

It wasn't until you stopped at a red light that you remembered. The memories flooded back to you all at once, overwhelming you. You closed your eyes and tried pushing them away, but they persisted. The shouting, the tears, the slammed doors. The final confrontation that had led to you being thrown out of your own home.

Your heart raced as you stood in the living room, your parents' accusing stares fixed on you. Your mother's face was twisted in anger, and your father's expression was one of disgust.

"How could you do this to us?" your mother spat, her voice seething with rage. "Do you think this is what the lord wanted!?"

You stood frozen, your mind reeling as you tried to comprehend what was happening. You had known that your parents were devout Catholics, but you didn’t expect them to react so harshly to the news of who you were attracted to.

"I'm sorry," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your mother's hand flew out, slapping you hard across the face. You stumbled back, your cheek stinging from the impact. Your father stepped forward, his voice low and menacing.

"We won't have a fag of a child," he growled. "You're not welcome here anymore. You leave tonight. Come back when the lord has banished that demon in you"

Tears streamed down your face as you gathered your things, your parents' hateful words ringing in your ears. As you stepped out into the cold night air, you knew that your life would never be the same again.

You opened your eyes again, taking a deep breath and looking around. The city bustled around you, indifferent to your pain. But you couldn't afford to stop and wallow in self-pity. With a heavy heart, you continued on your way, your mind still weighed down by the painful memories.

As you walked down the street, you couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief. It was crazy to think that one short kiss could have changed your life so drastically.

“So stupid,” you mumbled.

Despite the pain and anger you felt, you couldn't help but find some humor in the situation. It was like something out of a bad movie, a clichéd plotline about a teenager who rebelled against their parents' wishes.

The sound of a car horn jolted you out of your thoughts, and you hurriedly crossed the street, feeling the weight of your backpack dragging you down.

Continuing along the path of London, the concrete sidewalk felt unforgiving against the soles of your feet. Every step made your feet ache, and you were grateful to stumble upon the familiar sight of the library. Its grand entrance welcomed you with open arms, and you could feel a wave of relief wash over you.

As you stepped inside, the scent of aged leather and paper wafted through the air. It was a comforting smell, one that reminded you of the countless hours you had spent here before. The library had always been a sanctuary for you, a place where you could escape from the turmoil of the outside world.

You made your way to a secluded corner, away from the prying eyes of strangers. The couch you settled into was plush and inviting, with swirling designs that seemed to soothe your frayed nerves. You sank into the cushions, grateful for the momentary respite from the harsh realities of life.

One thing that you were surprised with was how your parents didn’t bother taking your phone. They probably thought you would infect them with such queer thoughts. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at the small joke you made in your mind.

You knew that living on the streets was not sustainable, especially with the unpredictable London weather. Pulling up the browser on said phone, you searched for flatmate postings in the area.

As you scrolled through countless ads, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness. Most places were too expensive or too far from where you needed to be.

It seemed like your search was fruitless until you stumbled upon a flyer for a room in a shared flat.

You read the description and noticed that the person even added a bio for themselves. Which seemed helpful. Turns out it was a man who was around his 30s by the name of Steven Grant.

Reading his traits, it seemed like he fancied Egypt and was sort of awkward from the way he wrote his sentences. As if he was hesitant. It was probably a red flag, especially since he seemed like he was twice your age.

But then again, what was the harm? You still had your job and could always leave if things didn't work out.

You typed out a message, introducing yourself and expressing interest in the room. You tried not to think too much about the age difference, telling yourself that it was just a temporary living situation.

As you hit send, a wave of nervousness washed over you. What if he was a creep? What if he didn't like you? What if it was all a mistake?

You decided to distract yourself by looking around the library. Your eyes landed on a bookshelf filled with classic novels, and you couldn't resist the urge to pick one up.

As you flipped through the pages, you felt yourself getting lost in the story. The sound of your phone buzzing broke you out of your trance, and you quickly checked the message.

To your surprise, Steven had responded quickly, and he seemed friendly and genuine in his response. You smiled to yourself, feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time in a long time.

You quickly jotted down the address, feeling a glimmer of hope. It wasn't much, but it was a start. You knew that you had to take action and make things happen for yourself.

Packing up your things, you made your way out of the library and back onto the busy streets. The grey sky had turned into a light drizzle, and you could feel the droplets hitting your face.

–

As you stood in front of the red brick building, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness. It was a humble structure, decent enough for someone to live there. However, with the cold London air wrapped around you, the building looked like a sanctuary in your eyes.

Your pressed the button corresponding to the apartment number Steven Grant had provided. Soon enough the intercom cracked to life and his flowed through the speaker. It was a soft British tone, tinged with a hint of nervousness.

"Hello? Is that… uh, Y/N?" Steven's voice came through, slightly stammering. The uncertainty in his tone mirrored your own, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of connection in that shared vulnerability.

"Yeah, it's me," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm here for the room. We've been talking online?"

“Yes! I remember,” he said, “I’ll buzz you in, take the elevator to the fifth floor and well so on”

With each word from Steven's voice, you could sense a genuine warmth and kindness. It made you feel a little more at ease as you approached the building's entrance. The door clicked open, granting you access to the building's interior.

Opting for the elevator, you stepped inside, noticing the worn-out state of its mirrored walls. It wasn't the most glamorous elevator, but you weren’t about to turn back just because of this

The soft chime of the elevator announced your arrival, and the doors opened to reveal a hallway with green carpeting and red-bricked walls.

You followed the hallway, your footsteps muffled by the carpet, until you reached the designated door, you knocked.

As the door swung open, revealing Steven Grant, you couldn't help but notice the details that made up his appearance.

His tousled dark brown curls framed his face, and the barely noticeable eye bags beneath his eyes hinted at a life filled with worries and late nights. He wore a button-up shirt with a subtle blue pattern and grey jeans. His body language was a rather timid one. Yet he still managed to hold a warm smile.

“Hello, you must be Y/N. I am Steven. Steven Grant to be exact, but you probably already know that by now” he smiled sheepishly.

You smiled back and he offered his hand to shake which you obliged. He invited you in and spent the time introducing each other. After getting to know each other, he showed you your room and left you alone to rest.

---

Time passed swiftly, and before you knew it, two years had gone by since you first moved in with Steven. The bond between you two had grown stronger with each passing day. What began as a mere arrangement of roommates had blossomed into a genuine friendship.

Steven, with his kind and gentle nature, had made you feel comfortable and welcomed from the very beginning. Despite his busy schedule, he always found time to chat and get to know you better. You shared stories, discovered you two had a few things in common, and bonded.

In the daily routine of your lives, you found a rhythm. Steven worked long hours, often returning home exhausted from his job at the museum.

On those days, you took it upon yourself to prepare a comforting meal, a small gesture of gratitude for his hospitality. And on his days off, he would take charge of the kitchen, preparing delicious meals for the two of you to enjoy.

Beyond the confines of your flat, you explored the city together, whether it was a simple movie night in or a trip to buy essentials for the apartment. These moments of shared companionship filled your days with warmth and laughter.

It was during this time, after months of living together, that Steven finally revealed his unique condition to you. With a mix of worry and relief, he shared that he had a disorder that allowed him to have alters—different personalities within the same body. Rather than being frightened or turned away, you found it intriguing and accepted it without hesitation. Your acceptance meant the world to Steven, and he introduced you to his alters, Marc Spector and Jake Lockley.

Marc, the original owner of the body, and Jake, who primarily appeared at night, treated you with the same kindness and respect that Steven did. They became like older brothers to you, providing support and friendship without judgment.

Yet, despite the close bond you had formed with Steven and his alters, you still kept a secret from them. The reason behind your search for a roommate remained unspoken. You simply alluded to problems at home, and thankfully, they never pressed for further details.

In a surprising turn of events, they eventually revealed one of their greatest secrets to you - their alter egos were vigilantes, harnessing the powers of an Egyptian god named Khonshu. Initially shocked by this revelation, you couldn't fathom that your best friend had powers. Steven had to make you a cup of tea as you sat on the couch trying to wrap your head around this special truth.

In the end, though, you found it actually awesome and kept him and the others up with your many questions.

—

It was now June and being an almost young adult has brought you more stress. With all the shifts you have taken plus class work, Steven and the others can almost see the white hairs on your scalp.

Opening the door to the flat, you sat your belongings on the small wooden table and walked over to the couch. You practically threw yourself on it, putting your head back on the head rest. You heard a few pops as you did.

As you tried resting, the feeling of your phone buzzing for a second made you lift your head.

Taking a look at the lock screen, you saw the name of the one person who seemed to be the one to make you the happiest person in the world.

Just seeing their name gave you butterflies.

As you were about to open the message, a gust of wind and the sound of a window opening caught your attention.

The crisp breeze carried the sounds of the bustling city into the flat. Without even needing to glance in that direction, you knew it was Marc, or Moon Knight, making his entrance. The distinct outfit he wore and the grunts of effort were unmistakable.

Quickly, you put your phone away, attempting to hide it by slipping it into the pocket of your sweater. You don’t know why but it made you terrified if Marc or the others knew who you might have fallen for.

As Marc finally managed to squeeze himself through the window, he landed "gracefully" on the floor. His eyes scanned the room, and his gaze briefly met yours. He offered a small nod of acknowledgment before proceeding to make his mask disappear and soon his suit, revealing his familiar face beneath.

"Long day?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of teasiness. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a plastic cup from the cupboard.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Yeah, it's been hectic. Work, classes… feels like I'm juggling a hundred things at once. How about you?"

"Oh, you know how it is. The usual patrol, taking down some low-level criminals, and listening to the bird screech every few seconds. Nothing too out of the ordinary." he rolled his shoulders back. He grabbed the pint that sat on the dining table, poured water into his cup, and proceeded to take a sip.

You nodded, faking your interest in his day being a vigilante while your mind secretly wandered back to the message that still awaited your attention.

“Have you eaten?” Marc makes his way towards the couch, looming over your side.

You shake your head and give a simple ‘no’. Marc nods and hums but Steven becomes worried. Something that you have gotten used to.

“Are you hungry?” he asks once he takes control of the body, “I can cook us some dinner”

“I’m good, you go ahead and eat. I think I’m going to get some sleep” you say as you begin to get up and stretch.

Steven, sensing the fatigue in your voice, stepped towards your view, his brows furrowing with worry.

"Are you sure you don't want anything? I could whip up something quick and light," he insisted, his nurturing nature shining through.

You shook your head, trying to push aside the fatigue that weighed heavily on your shoulders. "Thanks, Steven, but I really just need some rest. We can eat dinner tomorrow, yeah?," you assured him, grateful for his concern.

Steven hesitated but gave a quick nod. With a heartfelt "good night," you left the living room and retreated to your room.

You shut the door behind you and kicked off your shoes and placed them to the short shoe rack you bought a while ago. Not bothering to change out of your work clothes, you immediately took out your cellphone front the pocket of you sweater and clicked on the message that waited on your lock screen.

The messaging app opened the chat with a new message. As your eyes scanned the words, a smile slowly formed on your lips, stretching wider.

They had invited you to the local festival in London, and the thought of spending a day together filled you with excitement. Indulging in delicious food, and maybe even strolling hand in hand made your heart skip a beat.

Quickly you replied and hit send. It didn’t take long for you to get a reply, one that ended with a heart emoji. It felt too good to be true.

However, a familiar sense of anxiety began to creep in. The fear of Steven and the others judging and rejecting you weighed heavily on your heart.

Even though after all the kindness they shown you and offering you a safe space and unwavering support, the pain left from your past made it difficult to fully let go of the fear.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice that you were biting your nails until now. With a sigh, you brought your hand down and clenched it into a fist.

"I need to calm down," you tell yourself.

Taking in a deep, calming breath, you reminded yourself that for now, you would simply tell Steven and the others that you were going out with a friend.

But as your mind wandered further, a new wave of uncertainty washed over you. What would happen when you and your crush became official?

Leaving the thought to marinate in your mind, you settled back on your bed, the weariness of the day finally catching up to you. As you closed your eyes, sleep enveloped you.

Looking out the window of your room, the sight of the setting sun cast a warm orange glow across the sky. From what you felt from the breeze coming through the window, you can tell your date was going to have the perfect weather.

Making sure you had all your essentials, you stepped out of your room and gently closed the door behind you. Expecting the others to be out, you quietly glided through the living room towards the front door of the apartment, eager to begin your evening.

However, just as you were about to make your exit, a gruff voice chimed in from the kitchen, momentarily halting your progress. “Y honde vas con tanta prisa?”.

*"And where are you going with such a rush?"*

You turned to see Jake, one of Steven's alters, leaning casually on the dining table. He held a mug of coffee in his hand, his trademark cab driver's hat adding a touch of character to his appearance. It was a rare sight to see him up and about at this time, usually only crossing paths with him during late-night snack runs.

You hesitated, unsure of how to respond to his unexpected presence. Gathering your composure, you mustered up a casual tone and replied, "Oh, I'm just going out with a friend to that festival that's been happening. Should be fun."

Jake let out a thoughtful 'hmm' and nodded in acknowledgment. "Alright, have fun," he said in his distinct Spanish accent, taking a sip of his coffee. His brief response hinted that he knew there was more to your plans than what you were revealing.

Feeling a mixture of relief and curiosity, you offered a small smile and replied, "Thanks, Jake. I'll see you later," before turning back towards the front door.

“Don’t count on it,” is the last thing you hear before you shut the door.

You make your round from the elevator, to the lobby, and finally to the outside of the apartment complex.

The trip to the festival location was quick, and before you knew it, the cab dropped you off in front of the entrance. Two poles held up a banner displaying the festival's name, and your excitement grew as you took in the vibrant scene before you. Colorful carps fluttered in the air, and the aroma of various cuisines filled your senses. The lively music and the buzz of conversation and laughter added to the festive atmosphere.

Before entering, you took a moment to pull out your phone and let your date know that you had arrived. As you glanced around the crowd, searching for any familiar faces, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

Turning around, your heart skipped a beat as you saw your date standing there with a warm smile. Their well-put-together outfit only made you fall for them more.

"Hey, you look amazing," they complimented, their words sending a pleasant tingle down your spine.

Blushing slightly, you replied with a grateful "Thanks," appreciating their kind words. They gestured towards the festival and asked if you were ready to head in.

With a quick nod, you both began walking towards the entrance, their hand gently holding onto yours. The touch sent a wave of warmth and comfort through you, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of affection.

As you walked together, they glanced at you with a gentle expression. "So we don't lose each other," they said, their words laced with a touch of playful concern.

You tried your best to hide your growing blush, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you replied, "Okay,"

Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Marc sat on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through the channels on the television. With the sun having gone down and nothing else to occupy his time, he welcomed the break. However, the peace was short-lived as Steven and Jake's conversation echoed in the headspace.

"I'm telling you, I can always tell when someone is lying," Jake asserted confidently to Steven.

Curiosity piqued, Steven responded eagerly, "Oh, do you believe Y/N is going on her first date? I wonder why she didn't tell us. We could have offered our help."

Jake's reply dripped with sarcasm, "Yes, we could have been so helpful. With your track record of missing dates, and Marc’s of telling Layla he wants a divorce before vanishing into thin air. Yes, we're the experts."

Defending himself, Steven huffed, "I could have still provided some assistance. Besides, I'm sure you've had your fair share of dates while you're out and about as Moon Knight."

Jake's response hinted at a different topic, "I got straight to the point with my 'dates'."

Steven was taken aback, his voice filled with surprise, "…I won't ask for details. But maybe you could have given them some advice and shared your methods for making dates go well."

"I'm not going to tell my strategies for getting women into bed to a young person," Jake argued.

Steven persisted, his curiosity getting the better of him, "Bloody hell, is that what you did when we blacked out?!"

Flipping to a channel reporting breaking news, Marc quickly shushed the ongoing conversation between Steven and Jake, raising the volume of the TV.

The broadcast displayed a blurry image of a large creature with glowing white eyes, seen prowling the streets of London. According to the report, the sighting had occurred just an hour ago.

"Shit, I thought we got rid of the jackals," Marc muttered under his breath, his expression tense.

Steven's worry was evident as he responded, "Guess not all of them."

Jake, usually reserved, suddenly pointed something out from the picture. "Look," he said, gesturing towards the background. The frozen image revealed the silhouette of what appeared to be a ferris wheel and colorful lights.

Realization dawned on Steven, his voice filled with concern. "Wait, isn't that the festival Y/N is at?"

Without hesitation, Marc stood up and headed towards the coat hanger, grabbing his jacket. "We need to go find her," he stated firmly, the other alters nodding in agreement, their determination silently shared

As you strolled through the festival, enjoying each other's company, you immersed yourselves in the vibrant atmosphere. The dark sky was illuminated by the moon and the colorful lights, casting a magical glow over the surroundings. The cool breeze carried the tantalizing aroma of various food stalls, tempting your senses.

You and your date had experienced much of what the festival had to offer. From sampling treats from different stands to enjoying live music performances, every moment was filled with joy and laughter.

However, your favorite memory was the enchanting ride on the ferris wheel, where you shared breathtaking views of the city of London.

Now, as you continued to walk hand in hand, your companion led you to a mesmerizing sight—a large electronic tree adorned with hanging vines that emitted a soft, ethereal glow. The scene reminded you of the mystical Tree of Souls from the movie Avatar.

In the midst of this enchanting moment, you felt your phone vibrate with incoming messages. Glancing at it briefly, you saw that Marc had sent a message.

Deciding it could wait, you slipped your phone back into your pocket, fully immersing yourself in the magical ambiance of the festival and cherishing the time you had left with your date.

- As Marc rushed through the bustling festival, his eyes darted around in search of his roommate among the sea of people. Determined to find them, he skillfully maneuvered through the crowd, pushing past groups of festival-goers.

Steven anxiously asked if you had replied yet. Marc quickly retrieved his phone and checked the messaging app, only to find that the message was still marked as "delivered."

Frustration welled up within him, and he let out an exasperated groan. "They better be having the time of their life if they're not answering," Marc grumbled under his breath.

Refusing to be distracted, Marc continued his search, his eyes scanning the festival grounds. Suddenly, Jake's voice broke through the noise, drawing Marc's attention to a beautifully illuminated tree in the distance

Marc looks over and sees you with your date engaged in what seems to be a cheerful conversation. He maneuvered his way through the crowd, skillfully navigating the sea of people toward the tree.

“You know, I was really nervous for today,” you say bashfully, looking down.

“Why?”

“I just didn’t want to mess up, I didn’t want to mess up around you…” You sigh and look down.

They reached out, their thumb and forefinger gently lifting your chin, urging you to meet their gaze.

"You don't have to worry about messing up around me," they reassured you, their voice filled with warmth.

Your lips begin to close and do.

The soft touch of your lips meeting theirs sent a surge of electricity through your body, igniting a fire within you. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the embrace, the world around you fading away into a blur of colors and lights.

As you finally parted, a shared smile spread across your faces. The air between you felt charged with indescribable energy, and a playful giggle escaped your lips, echoing their own laughter.

“Y/N!”

As Marc's voice cuts through the air, calling out your name, your heart skips a beat, and a rush of anxiety floods your veins. Time seems to slow down, and a wave of coldness washes over you, chilling you to the core.

He saw, didn’t he?

He saw the kiss.

You see yourself standing in the living room again, trapped in the midst of your parents' loud yelling. Their voices merge into a cacophony, filling the room with tension and hostility. And then, the painful sting of a slap against your cheek, a searing reminder of who you are.

The memory lingers, intertwining with the present moment, as your breath becomes shallow and rapid. The sense of not belonging, of being unwanted, threatens to suffocate you.

In the midst of your escalating panic, the presence of Marc and the others becomes an ominous presence. Their gazes, their judgment, all meeting you, magnifying your self-doubt and insecurity. The fear of being rejected and abandoned by the very people who have shown you kindness gnaws at your core.

As the piercing screams rupture the air, jolting you out of the tormenting loop of your thoughts, your attention snaps towards the source of the commotion. Panic and chaos grip the atmosphere as people scatter in a frenzied frenzy.

The sight that greets your eyes fills you with terror. A grotesque creature resembling a naked Doberman, with a menacing roar, rampages through the crowd, leaving destruction in its wake.

You look back at Marc but he’s gone and soon enough you hear a ‘watch out’. Looking back to the creature you see it charging at your crush. Immediately you jump and push them out of the way, knocking both of you to the ground.

You stand up and offer them a hand, “You okay?”

They nod and smile, “Yeah,”

Before you can say anything else, you hear a growl, and you two turn to see it targeting the both of you. Without a moment's hesitation, you position yourself in front of them, using your body as a shield to protect them from imminent danger.

Your heart pounds in your chest, the adrenaline surging through your system heightening your senses.

As you navigate the chaotic scene, your mind races, desperately trying to find an escape or help from others. But it’s no use; you’re being cornered with your backs toward the fake tree and everyone has already run away.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’ll be fine,” you mutter to yourself, having hope that one of the alters will come to help you. That’s if they would even save you two.

The ferocious jackal growls, its predatory instincts guiding its every move. It inches closer, its eyes fixed on you and your crush, hungry for its prey.

With no warning, it leaps with its fangs ready to pierce through your skin. You flinch away while still guarding the person you care about behind your body.

Waiting for the teeth to pierce, it doesn’t come. You cautiously open your eyes, bracing for the worst. Instead, a wave of relief washes over you as you witness Marc, fully suited up, intercepting the jackal's attack. He grips its jaws firmly to prevent its fangs from reaching you.

"Go!" Marc's strained voice resounds, he uses his energy to hurl the jackal against a nearby stand.

Without hesitation, you seize the opportunity, nodding in acknowledgment. Grasping the hand of the person you cherish, you sprint away from the chaotic scene, your focus fixed on finding safety.

–

After Marc and the others took care of the jackal, the police and paramedics had thoroughly questioned you and your date, ensuring that both of you were unharmed and gathering information about the incident.

They dropped you off at the apartment, promising to have the next date somewhere far from demon dogs. After a lighthearted chuckle, you shared a quick kiss and you were left alone.

The memory of the kiss weighed heavily on your mind, filling you with an overwhelming sense of panic and anxiety. The same feeling you had when your parents told you about one of the church members seeing your kiss.

The rush of emotions threatened to consume you as you stepped into the elevator, each floor passing in a blur, the descent feeling unbearably fast.

Your heart raced, your breath quickened, and you yearned for time to slow down, to grant you a moment of respite before facing the impending turmoil.

You stepped into the apartment, only to find the window where Marc had been yesterday opened once again, this time it was Steven. It seemed as though he wanted to be the first to make sure you were safe. Regardless of his intention, you couldn't linger in the living room. Every fiber of your being screamed for escape, to distance yourself from the piercing scrutiny of his gaze.

Steven shed his suit, reverting to his casual attire, and his shoulders visibly relaxed as he exhaled, ready to greet you. However, before he could utter a complete sentence, you darted past him, your body tense and trembling with fear. Avoiding his gaze at all costs, you spoke with hurried words, expressing your intention to leave.

“I’ll leave,”

Confusion etched across Steven's face as he followed behind you. Entering your room, you left the door open, revealing the chaos of your hastily tossed wardrobe contents strewn across your bed. Your frenzied movements hinted at a desperate attempt to escape, to sever any ties that could hold you back.

“Hey, hey, what–” Approaching cautiously, Steven tried to intervene, his words cut off as you flinched away from his touch. Shocked, he retreated, his eyes fixed upon you with a mix of concern and worry.

Silence enveloped the room, allowing him to piece together the fragments of your behavior. The memory of Marc's discovery at the festival tree flashed in his mind, the sheer terror upon your face as he witnessed your kiss. It almost reminded him of Marc when he was a child and had to face his mother.

“I’ll be done quick, just don’t– I…” You tried to speak but your voice shook and dared to break.

Sensing your need for solace, Steven chose his words carefully. “Do you…want to talk about it?” he offered, inviting you to share the burden that weighed so heavily upon you.

Your gaze lifted slowly, meeting his eyes, and although no words escaped your lips, a silent nod conveyed your willingness to open up. Steven settled himself upon your bed, creating a safe space for you.

The moment you sat beside him and saw his gentle features, letting you know everything was alright, you broke down. Through trembling sobs, you poured out the reason behind your decision to leave your family. Each tear that fell carried with it the weight of two years' worth of fear and anguish.

Steven stayed silent, allowing you the space to release your emotions that you had been suppressing. His heart panged with how much you went through.

Towards the end, you finally tell him your deepest fear, your voice quivering, “I was scared… scared that if I told you guys, you would look at me differently or treat me like my parents did. You guys were the only ones who ever cared about me.”

Without hesitation, Steven pulled you into a tight embrace, offering the warmth and comfort you so desperately needed.

He felt the tremors coursing through your body, the intensity of your sobs increasing with each passing moment. Gently, he rubbed soothing circles on your back, whispering reassuring words, "It's okay… it's okay."

Once you calmed down, Steven gently pulled away, his hands resting on your shoulders, his gaze unwavering as he looked into your eyes.

"We will always be here for you, alright? Me and the others, we won't ever leave your side. And why should we? Just because you've found someone who brings you happiness? Remember, you are deserving of love and acceptance, regardless of anyone else's opinions"

A fragile smile tugged at the corners of your lips, your eyes still red from crying. As Steven's presence seamlessly transitioned to that of Marc, he tightened his grip on your shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze.

"Whatever your parents or anyone else thinks, who cares? Fuck them," he declared, his voice brimming with support, “The only opinion you should care about is yours.”

You smile and nod as you wipe away the already dry tears. "Thanks," you say, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you

Marc returns the smile but then pauses, as if someone else was talking to him. "Jake says that we love and support you all the way through," he relays, his gaze briefly shifting upward.

Immediately, Marc's body tenses and Jake takes control. "He translated wrong, pero algo asi” Jake interjects, his tone slightly awkward.

*”something like that”*

You chuckle at their exchange, appreciating their effort to make you feel better. Trusting your instincts, you pull Jake into a hug, catching him off guard. He awkwardly pats your back before wrapping his arms around you awkwardly.

“Steven take control. No estoy acostumbrado a cosas como esta” Jake whispers, and in a seamless transition, Steven replaces Jake, hugging you tightly.

*”Im not used to stuff like this”*

After the touching moment, Steven starts asking about your date, eager to hear how it went and if you had fun. He expresses his excitement about the kiss and eagerly shares in your joy.

Throughout the conversation, Marc would pop up, being protective. He asks if they made you uncomfortable or if they offended you. Despite your reassurances that the date went well and that you enjoyed it, Jake continues to question, saying how he knows a few ways to make them never hurt you.

All you can do is just chuckle as the three try to learn more of the person who stole your heart.

Months pass, and you begin to bring your partner to the apartment, introducing them to Steven and the other alters. Usually Steven takes control of the body, since Marc and Jake would either try to embarrass you or test your partner's commitment. However, their attempts fail, especially after years of being together with your partner.

No matter what, the three still accept the two of you with open arms.

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I feel like I didn’t write enough interactions of reader with the Moon men but I hope y’all liked it :)

#marc spector x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #marc spector #moon knight #platonic #steven grant #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #Jake lockley x teen!reader #x nonbinary reader #x teen!reader #jake lockley

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theseawakes · 2 years

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So I accidentally came across the "you're not my dad" vine and immediately thought about Jake picking Y/N up from school for the first time

Jake: yo kid, let's go home

Y/N, not knowing Jake yet: you're not my dad! you lost your hearing or something? ugly ass fucking... weird hat

Marc hearing them: that's my kid

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #x teen!reader #marc spector x teen!reader #jake lockley x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #moon knight x reader platonic #marc is a proud dad

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avatar-of-procrastination · 2 years

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How do you think the moonboyz would react to a teen reader being kicked out from her house because she was a lesbian/bi?

Oh this was a.... ride to write. This fic is personal to me because as a closeted bi, this is a scenario that plays in my head a lot. It's scary knowing that there is a posibility that your family won't accept you for who you are.

Hope you like this fic, anon!

Warnings: mentions of homophobic characters, self depriciating thoughts, mentions of death, violence and physical abuse.

I know very little about DID. All that i have written in this fic is through my limited knowledge of DID through the show and through some websites.

I also used google translate for the Spanish dialogues. If the grammar is incorrect, please send me a message and i’ll correct it asap. I don’t mean to disrespect anyone

(English is not my first language. Please pardon any grammatical errors. Gifs not mine)

After the incident in Cairo, Marc patched things up with Layla and the group shifted and settled down in London.

They had moved into a quiet little neighbourhood. The neighbours were friendly but Marc insisted on not befriending anyone, considering his line of work (lets just say he started taking up hitman jobs, okay)

Most people steered clear of the duo except you. You found comfort and solace in their home. You quickly warmed up to Layla and Steven

With your warm and bubbly nature, you basically had Steven wrapped around your finger.

He adored you, and was pretty sure no one would have the heart to hurt such a pure soul

Which is why it was a big surprise to find you on his doorstep, visibly shaking and crying, unable to form words. You had a bruise forming on your face.

He quickly pulled you inside and looked around for Layla becasue he was getting increasingly flustered looking at your face lined with tears.

You simply huged him and sobbed into his shirt. After you'd calm down, you'd explain eveeything. How you were caught on a date with your best friend, how your family flipped out when you said you weren't straight, how things got a little physical and how they kicked you out in the middle of the night, not wanting anything to do with you.

Steven was absolutely shocked at the revelation. He would want to give your family a piece of his mind right then but you were more important at that time.

You were tired from all the crying and asked Steven to cuddle with you. He nodded eagerly.

He brought all the snacks he had in his cupboard and switched on the TV and held you in his arms.

You felt him shift a bit and realized that it was Marc who was sitting next to you.

Marc understood how you felt. To be abused and thrown out by your own family. He pulled you closer and circled his palm on your back. The gesture made you tear up once again and Marc let you let out all the emotions. Once you calmed down once more, he kissed the top of your head abnd whispered, "No one will hurt you here, kiddo. I promise."

Jake had never formally met you. He'd always observe the other two fawn over you. He felt that they were capable enough to take care of you so he never truly felt a need to front.

You had fallen asleep, pressed next to Marc after he camled you down from yet another breakdown.

You were turning around in your sleep, whispering under your breath. You woke up with a start, screaming and covered in cold sweat. The nightmare you had was too real. You saw the dead body of your girlfirend surrounded by your family members, who were chanting, "This is all your fault."

You could still see the cold and lifeless eyes of your lover on the ground, and you thought it really was your fault. If only you never existed, none of this would've happened.

You started sobbing once again, whispering, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

A hand wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer. You turned and immediately knew it wasnt Marc or Steven. But you felt safe in his embrace.

"You're alright, niña (kid). I swear to protect you always. No one will ever harm you for as long as I'm alive, my little flor."(flower)

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autmism · 1 year

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prom dress

pairing(s) ; moonsys x teen!reader, marc spector x teen!reader, steven grant x teen!reader, jake lockley × teen!reader

warning(s) ; little hurt/comfort but more comfort

synopsis; (request) Hi! I hope I'm not bothering you or anything but I've been reading your Moonknight fics and their really good! I was wondering if you could do a platonic Moonknight fanfic where the teen! reader gets stood up at her school prom and she comes crying to boys how she didn't get a chance to dance in her princess dress and so the guys comfort her and each of them dance with her in their own style. This just me suffering from my daddy issues…. just think it would be sweet and wholesome.

-> masterlist

a/n: HI tysm for the requests!! im glad you like my fics i hope you enjoy !!! ty for all the reqs i have i will get to them soon i promise

y/n stepped out of the elevator doors, ready to drag herself into bed and forget about her problems. what she hadn’t expected was for marc to be stood outside his flat door waiting for her to get back from the dance.

“hey! how’d it go kid?”

“not in the mood, goodnight.” y/n sighed, walking past marc.

“hey, hey, hey? slow down, what’s going on?” marc put a hand on y/n’s shoulder, a concerned look on his face.

“it’s fine, i don’t want to talk about it.” y/n rolled her eyes.

“c’mon kid, you can talk to me, steven’ll make you some hot chocolate?” marc smiled nervously.

“you promise?” y/n frowned, averting her eyes from him. the last thing she wanted to do was breakdown in front of the man she considered a father figure.

“i’d force him if it made you feel better,” marc got the keys to his flat out his pocket, smiling as he noticed y/n trying not to laugh, “c’mon talk to us, what happened?”

y/n sat down on the first seat she could find, the couch, and frowned, “it’s embarrassing… i feel like such a loser.”

“oh you poor thing, what happened out there? you could use a hot chocolate i suppose… even though it’s not such a smart idea to have chocolate before bedtime.. sorry, rambling again.. classic me!” steven laughed, grabbing the ingredients he needed from the fridge, “you can talk to us about anything, love! i promise you that none of us will think you’re a loser, since you aren’t one!”

“thanks steven..” y/n sighed, “you remember max?”

“max? the kid who asked you to prom? what’d he do?” marc fronted, immediately abandoning steven’s task of making hot chocolate at the mention of a boy’s name. you’d think he had a child of his own with the way he stood in the kitchen doorway with his hands on his hips.

“he stood me up.” y/n’s voice cracked, as she put her head in her hands.

“i’m so sorry, kiddo,” marc’s tone softened and he left the kitchen to sit next to y/n on the couch, “what an asshole, he’s missing out on the best kid!”

“he didn’t seem to miss much when his tongue was down another girl’s throat.” y/n started crying and marc tensed up, he was truly not the man for the job. comfort was more steven’s thing.

marc put a hand around her shoulder and let her lean on him while she cried, “it’s gonna be okay..”

“it’s not okay!” y/n leaned into him, hugging him tightly as she cried. to be truthful, y/n was thankful that marc, steven and jake were all part of her life. she didn’t have an outstanding father and to have three separate father figures she could look up to instead of her biological father was a miracle.

“you’re still young, you’re gonna have plenty of boyfriends and girlfriends in your life,” he frowned, rubbing circles into her back.

“but i don’t want anyone else, i wanted him!”

“i know, i know… but sometimes things just don’t work out and that’s not your fault, kid,” he rested his head on hers, “you may want this guy now, but trust me you’ll find better.”

“he was so sweet… i don’t get what i did wrong?” she whimpered, marc could practically hear the pain she was in just by her voice.

“hey.” marc pulled y/n away from him and put his hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes, “this is not your fault, you are a great kid, got it?”

“what went wrong then?”

“he went wrong. you did everything right, okay?” he raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, expecting her to agree.

“i guess so…” y/n mumbled, her sobbing turning into silent tears.

“you look great too, told you the dress was a good choice,” he smiled proudly, silently celebrating that she chose the dress that he recommended.

“you’re just saying that, you have to,” y/n laughed, wiping her face with her arm.

“woah? you calling me a liar? not cool, y/n.” marc crossed his arms over his chest.

“oh c’mon you know what i mean, ya big baby.” y/n rolled her eyes, shoving marc playfully.

“the dress looks great and you look beautiful tonight, kid.” he smiled, hoping that he was articulating how sincere he was being.

“i do like the dress.. i guess i’m just being stupid, but i’m just upset i didn’t get to dance with it on..?” y/n trailed off, sounding unsure of herself.

“dance? someone say dance?” y/n looked up to see jake smirking and getting up from the couch, “the night is still young, you’ve got time to dance!”

“hi jake,” y/n sighed, as he started to pull on her arms, trying to annoy her into getting up.

“not happy to see me?” jake pouted dramatically.

“you and marc are such babies, you know what i meant, asshole!” y/n laughed, reluctantly getting up after she accepted that jake wouldn’t have stopped until one of them was either dead or knocked out. he was always quite persistent; annoyingly persistent.

“c’mon the night is still young, dance with me!” he pulled y/n to an open space in the flat.

“you certainly aren’t.” y/n muttered.

“hey? friendly fire, i’m just trying to help not let that dress go to waste!” he scoffed.

“sorry, bad night… as you probably could tell.” y/n sighed, “thank you..”

jake decided to play a song that marc had been listening to lately, called ‘bahlam maak’. it was a recommendation from layla and jake thought y/n might enjoy it as well. it was slow and calming - way better than whatever they would’ve played at a prom. y/n followed jake’s lead, a small smile growing on her face.

“thank you, jake… this is really nice,” she looked down, “i’ve always wondered what it would feel like to go to a daughter-father dance… i think it would feel something like this.”

jake’s smile grew on his face, pride swelling in his chest. there was always an unspoken father-daughter bond between the two, but to hear her say it made him ecstatic.

“i’ve always wanted to beat up my daughter’s shitty boyfriends, guess we both win, eh?” he smirked, seeing y/n try to stifle her laughs, “seriously, i’ll do it, say the word and he vanishes mysteriously.”

“jake, you can’t kill him,” y/n scoffed, “if anyone’s doing that it’s me.”

“attagirl.”

“jake..?”

“hm?”

“thank you for this, i know… i can be a bit of a pain-“

“a bit?” he raised an eyebrow.

“okay, i’ll keep the rest to myself instead, good job.” y/n rolled her eyes.

“hey, i’m kidding!”

“you better be,” she scoffed, “thank you for being here for me, even when i can be a pain in the ass, i know i’m not easy to be around, but you, marc and steven somehow manage to put up with me, so thank you.”

jake’s grin fell from his face, knowing that some of the words she was saying were not words that she had thought of, these were things that had been put into her head by her father.

“c’mon, you’re not a pain in the ass, you’re the best kid i’ve ever met.”

“got a lot of friends that are kids, huh?”

“okay smart ass, not the time,” he looked at her, clearly unamused, “you’re not difficult to be around at all, you’re an intelligent, beautiful and quick witted young girl and you’ve got a bright future ahead, chiquitita.”

“now i’m crying again,” y/n pouted.

“and i’m still offering to beat this asshole’s ass.”

“you’re just looking for excuses to beat someone up!” y/n protested.

“ah, ya got me,” he chuckled, “i’m gonna let steven make you that hot chocolate now, we did promise.”

“thank you jake,” y/n smiled, as he turned the music off and paused for a second before steven fronted.

“oh look at you! aren’t you just a princess tonight,” steven smiled.

“a snotty princess, sure.” y/n laughed, before taking a seat back on the couch.

“well, i think you look amazing! and any guy that stands you up is a bloody plonker, yeah?”

“absolute fucking plonker,” y/n huffed.

“alright, you’re upset so i will let that one slide, but watch your language, love.” steven scolded her, pointing a finger at her with a stern look on his face.

“if jake can threaten to kill someone, i can say a few bad words.”

“well. uhm. hot chocolate! that’s what i’m doing!” steven scurried off. he was always less than thrilled to hear about the things jake says, knowing all the things jake say are vulgar and downright criminal.

“you going home then? or not tonight?” steven asked from the kitchen, as he got back to making the hot chocolate.

“is it okay if i stay here?” y/n rubbed her face with her arm, “there’s some things my dad said that weren’t so nice, but turned out happening anyways… i don’t really want to hear about.. yeah, i’ll stay, if it’s okay?”

“‘course it’s okay, you’re always welcome here!”

“thanks steven,” y/n smiled, “and marc and jake.”

“no specific order right?” steven rolled his eyes, heading jake and marc bickering about which one of them she prefers.

“no specific order! quit your fighting marc and jake!” y/n laughed, knowing the things the two were saying from witnessing the same argument countless of times.

“told you,” steven mumbled, shooting a stern look at the reflective surface of the kettle, where marc stared at him with a frown on his face.

“hey steven?” y/n called out.

“just a sec, love! i’m on my way!”

y/n eagerly accepted the hot chocolate in a mug labelled ‘world’s best grandpa’, which had been a gift from her to jake. she insisted that originally she wanted to get the dad mug, but they were out of stock. they all knew it was a lie and y/n wanted to poke fun of their age, but also that y/n was too embarrassed at the time to admit she saw them as a father and thought a lighthearted grandpa mug would ease her into being able to say it one day.

“have you ever been stood up before?” y/n asked after a sip of hot chocolate, “i ask you, because jake probably stands people up and marc is marc.”

that’s misinformation.

what the hell is that supposed to mean?

“oh, countless of times,” steven ignored jake and marc again, “it’s not great, innit?”

“not great at all…” y/n sighed, “i know marc said it wasn’t me, but i can’t help but think if it was me, i mean the girl he was kissing… and then there’s me?”

“hmm,” steven paused, “well, sometimes these things are out of our control and when they are that means we never had control to change what could happen, but this bloke had all the control in the situation and made a bloody awful choice.”

“so if i did everything the right way and can’t see how i could’ve done anything differently, but can see that with the other person, then it’s not my fault.”

“exactly!”

“thanks steven… i didn’t really consider it from that point of view…”

“you feelin’ a bit better?“ steven asked, smiling as she sipped on the hot chocolate.

“a lot thank you,” y/n smiled back, “i can’t thank you enough for everything, coming over to your place is the best time of my life, just.. it’s nice and it makes the hard days worth it.

“oh, you’re gonna make me bloody cry now!” steven wrapped his arms around y/n, but being mindful of the hot drink in her hands.

“sorry.”

“it’s alright, love.”

#moonknight #moonknight x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant #jake lockley x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #moonknight x teen!reader #marc spector x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #jake lockley x teen!reader

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welovelouisandbucky · 2 years

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Moon Knight Incorrect Quotes #8?

(Y/n is cooking)

Steven: Any chance that’s for me?

Y/n: It’s for Jake. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.

Marc: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment

#marvel #incorrect quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrest meme #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #moon knight memes #marc spector incorrect quotes #steven grant x teen!reader #steven grant incorrect quotes #jake lockley x teen!reader #jake lockely incorrect quotes #jake lockley #moon knight incorrect quotes

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jupitersmoon167 · 2 years

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My obsession of Moon Knight is starting to take over my creative thought process. I just came up with the idea of a Moon Knight x teen!reader where the reader is the daughter of Marc/Steven (with Jake being more like an uncle figure towards the reader) and Layla. But here’s the kicker: she’s from another dimension where her parents are dead and has taken up the mantle of Moon Knight after her fathers passing.

In my delusional state (I’ve been bedridden with a massive migraine for the past few hours unable to fall asleep), I’ve come up with a plot where America Chavez winds up in the readers dimension (where Marc/Steven/Jake and Layla were both snapped, but never returned cause the avengers never got the stones back, leaving the reader on her own), and the reader decides to join America and protect her from multiversal threats coming to take her power. This all leads to Multiverse of Madness, and after the events of the movie, the reader stays on Earth 616 since she has no one to go back to on her own Earth.

I’d imagine this would take place after Season 1 of Moon Knight, so Jake is Khonshu’s avatar without Marc/Steven knowing. So when Khonshu (of Earth 616) senses another avatar of his, he sends Jake to investigate and to dispose of the “imposter” (when in reality it’s the reader with her own Khonshu (who btw is very protective of her and has become a surrogate parent of sorts to her since her parents were blipped)).

This leads to them fighting, they’re both trading killing blows (which don’t work cause they’re both healing from the suits), and the reader doesn’t know who exactly she’s fighting (other than it’s this Earth’s Moon Knight) until the last second when she recognizes Jake’s voice. And in a moment of disbelief, she whispers “Tío Jake?”

And then…….yeah that’s all I got. There’s bits and pieces after this, but I think I’ve shared enough for one post. Might share more later (who am I kidding, of course I am, I have no self restraint whatsoever).

Edit: I finally made the character sheet for Elina Spector for those who want to see it

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x teen!reader #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness #marc spector x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #jake lockley x teen!reader #layla el fouly x teen!reader #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #layla el faouly #Elina Spector

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m4xedout · 2 years

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One Fin Wonder

Welcome to one fin wonder! This is the first chapter of this series!

content warning!: swearing? Mentions of blood, homeless child, reader is 14-15!

Okay..here we go!

Well then!- you didn't order a wake up call...literally..

"..y/n?" Oh its Sam! Wonder if we'll hang out today-

"I'm moving."

What?

Oh shit.

Holy shit no no no.

Sam was the only friend you could go to- THE ONLY PERSON YOU KNEW IF THIS BLOODY TOWN.

Whew..okay.,calm down..maybe it's a joke...Sam jokes alot so it has to be!

"Ahah..haha..hah.. g-good one Sam " you laughed, trying to make it seem like you weren't about to cry.

"What?..what do you mean 'good one's? nothing about this is good y/n!" "Okay! I'm sorry..I thought you were joking.."

Well shit.

"Okay..well?" "I- I'm sorry I have to pack." -beep!-

...

Well this isn't how you thought your summer would start.

Okay well! Time to go search for a job!!..again

You started walking towards the old lady who had always had you help with her cats, you were glad to help, but today was payday! Of 20 dollars but- you could get some food with that!

"Hello Candice! How are the kitties?" The old lady turned around to see you and smiled "oh hello lovey! Goodness you're getting tall heheh, we-well here's your 20 dollars dearie" she handed it to you and before you walked away "buy yourself something to eat sugar!"

"I will think you miss Candi-" and then you bumped into someone

"Shit sorry! My bad" you help the old man up and grab his weird looking cane..

"No no child forgive me, I was just looking at the kittens, you must be working here is that it?" He spoke with a harsh voice, refering to the old lady's shop.

"Oh no! Im just a helper, that's all"

"Helper?..yes..you will do good child"..ew.

"Yeah..aheh.. I gotta go sorry about the bump sir!" You speed walked away and could feel his eyes staring at you from afar.

You end up at some fish shop and see a help wanted poster in the window

"Nice!" You whisper to yourself as you walk in

"Hello there!" Said a woman from behind the counter on the right "be right with you"

You stand there and see all the little fishies swimming about

"Okay love what can i help you with?" "Oh I'm here for the help wanted?"

Her eyes lit up, must be hard working in a fish shop alone

"Oh yes! Thank you! We'll get right to it!" "I-- wait- I don't have to sign anything?"

"Well it's not that hard to take care of fish love, just feed em and watch them swim about their sad little lives!" Heh funny

After she showed you around, she said she was gonna close up shop for the day before-

"Hey uh excuse me?" Oh? First customer!

"Yeah uh do you have a goldfish with one fin?"..one fin? Any other gold fish and he wants one with one fin?...okay

"Uh sir? We have plenty more gold fish with two fins-" "no I need one with one fin!"..

"Sir, please calm down or we'll have to ask you to leave" "okay yeah uh...just give me a goldfish..and hurry, please."

You went to get the gold fish and hand it to the man "here you are sir, a gold fish with two fins! Take care!" He payed you

"Shit let's hope so." and just like that he was gone.

"Weirdo" said the woman

"Maybe he needs it for..something? Art?" You said

"Yeah..anyways darling here's your pay" she hands you a check for 50 dollars

"I- OH MY GOD!" You damn near yelled

She looks at you with confusion as you let out a nervous laugh

"Sorry..I just didn't expect this much holy cow!" "You've done well for you first day on the job!" She pats you on the shoulder

"Now let's go before some other weirdo comes for a blue puffer fish!"

Later that evening you had went to look for a place to settle, when you couldn't find you decind to cross the towns, you went into an alley way and hurried because you didn't want to die in there.

Qnd you came out safely until some random woman wondered up to you qnd asked for you hands, you thought she was gonna rob you so you politely declined, you started to walk way

When you felt her hands grab you and pull you into the alley way.. fucker.

She shoves you against the wall and roughly grabbed your hands

Suddenly, a man in a white suit and cape, came down from the ceiling, and tossed the woman across the alley way, his fists were bloody, and dripping

You sat there, terrified, holy shit, this was how you were gonna die, oh my god.

The man spoke "hey kid you okay?" He sounded familiar?

"Uh..yeah.. just winded I think I'll be okay" "okay, you got a place to stay? Anywhere to go?"..."no"...

"Okay then come with me". He grabbed you hand as gently as he could as he had the feeling they'd be sore tomorrow

He led you in front of a flat, you walked to the front and turned around "hey man thanks-"..he was gone.

After you went in to apply, you promised you'd have more money to pay off the rent

It was a big flat honestly

Just a bed which was fixed pretty good, and a fridge with a couple of food left, you threw out the expired stuff, and layer down

You began to charge your phone and set an alarm.

"7:00"

Okay.

This was your life now.

This is your home.

Can't believe this all happend in one day.

but.

What were you gonna do about it?

You worked at a fish shop

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Holy shit, omg YAY :D

just a big thanks to @80pairsofcrocs for the name, and the courage, they're honestly the best person I've met on this app, and I gotta say, I really do love you guys, it may not seem like much here but thank you, seriously <3

#moonknight x reader #moonknight x teen!reader #marc spector x teen!reader #jake lockley x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader

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book-place · 2 years

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Annoying Partners

Warnings: violence, pain, gunshot wounds, fighting, guns, other weapons, cursing, (probably) badly translated Spanish from google, mentions of stitches, mentions of car accidents, loss of parents, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Jake Lockley x teen reader

Requests: Hi, I absolutely love your Moon Knight works! I was wondering if you could do a fic with Marc/Jake x Teen!Reader with 12, 22 and 33 from the dialogue prompts?

i was just hoping to request him w 9 and 19 from your dialogue prompt list?? teen reader whom is his daughter and they’re super close, maybe she’s a vigilante on her own or even an avatar herself and she gets really badly hurt, heavy w the angst if you don’t mind and feel free to end it however you want :)

Jake Lockley with teen reader

How about Jake lockley x platonic teen reader, the reader be either a daughter or something along that line? Jake is very soft with the kid

Requests by: @thekaibabes @rabbitfxxdinsxmniac @tripleabattery

*not my gif*

Summary: When you become a new vigilante, you and Jake are quickly assumed to be ‘partners’. That annoyed you both to no end

A/N: The bolded words are the writing prompts and the translation of Spanish words

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“What took you so long?” Jake Lockley grunted, not even turning around to face you.

With a small, frustrated sigh, you moved to stand next to him, overlooking the city from the top of the building, “I got caught up in a robbery.”

The topic wasn’t pushed any further.

The crisp air hit you like a speed train, biting at the little parts of your skin that were exposed to the night. And though the wind was strong, there were no clouds in sight that might have suggested an upcoming storm. In fact, it was one of the clearest nights in a you had seen in a long time with not a cloud in sight, instead replaced by hundreds of twinkling stars.

It really was beautiful.

And as much as you would like to sit there all night stargazing, you had more pressing matters at hand. Keeping the city of Cairo safe from the crime that came alive in the nighttime.

Just over a month ago, you had come to the realization that you could do more, be more, and help the people of your now dangerous city.

From a very young age, your parents had put you in all kinds of self defense and fighting classes. Neither of them were idiots, they knew the rate of crime was climbing astronomically. They had wanted their only daughter to be able to look after herself, even if they weren’t around anymore.

It turned out that they had been right to have their concerns, because just over a year ago, they had gotten into a car crash and didn’t make it. And though you were absolutely devastated, you were able to hold your own in the world, just like they had wanted you to be able to.

And until recently, you hadn’t really known just how much use it could come in.

You had been walking back to the home of your kind, temporary foster family after a long day of working at a small nearby shop, when you had heard a scream coming from an alley you were in the process of walking past.

Unlike a normal person, you had taken off running in that direction, ignoring the hammering of your heart that sounded through your ears, wide eyes whipping around the small space.

Your vision had landed on the sight of a woman sobbing in a brick corner with a man standing barely a couple inches away, waving a gun in front of her face while there was a sneer on his.

Looking back now, you didn’t actually remember any thoughts running through your head as you silenced your footsteps, and quickly creeped over to the man, using the element of surprise to help you accomplish a goal you didn’t even know you had.

While he still was yet to see you, you spun around, lifting your leg up and with all your force kicking the loosely gripped gun out of his outstretched hand.

“What the-“ He had said, head snapped over to you so fast you were sure that he was supposed to get whiplash.

But you hadn’t even let him finish his sentence as you quickly brought your leg back down, instead, lifting only your knee up and hitting him where it hurt. Bad.

When he was collapsing to the ground, it was as if you were seeing it in slow motion as you reared your arm back and struck him straight in the jaw, successfully knocking him unconscious.

The woman had begun sobbing for a new reason, throwing herself into your arms and thanking you profoundly, not even caring that you were a teenager who just knocked out a fully grown man.

And then suddenly, all of that training, everything you had learned, finally seemed to mean something. And for once, you saw it in a new light. A glorious, savior-like light.

Not long after, you had begun to hatch a plan about following in the steps of the handful of people in the world who rose above all else to help protect the planet.

People like the avengers.

But you also knew that there were some of them- like Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Iron Man- who didn’t even have powers, but were still able to help people nonetheless.

You aspired to be like them.

On your first night of patrol though, you had caught a man- Jakes- attention. He had noticed your slightly sloppy form as you tried to stop a shoplifter, and intervened to help the process go faster.

Right after, you had snapped at him, telling him off and that he had no right to do it.

His eyes narrowed and zeroed in on you. And though you had a pretty good outfit and disguise, the sound of your voice told him that you were only a kid- not even over twenty.

After that night, it seemed that you ran into each other constantly, making the city the two of you shared seem smaller, and it eventually caught people's attention, dubbing the two of you as partners right away.

Both of you had resented the idea at first, barely able to stand each other, but it slowly grew on you- the title of parenters and the thought of having one to watch your back- and pretty soon the two of you weren’t dreading every time you would see one another.

In fact, you both grew quite close. Without sharing your identities, obviously. And keeping up your playful banter, neither of you willing to admit that you cared for the other.

He finally looked over at you, and his eyebrows rose beneath his mask, “Wow, you look terrible.” He said, as unhelpful as ever.

You felt yourself rolling your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest in irritation, “Gee, thanks. That’s just what I needed after being beaten up by a bunch of goons before I was finally able to kick their asses.”

After close observation, Jake finally noticed the way you were favoring putting all your weight on your right foot instead of your left, and that there was a tear in the sleeve of your suit, dried blood forming around it.

His body quickly turned to yours, gently taking the injured arm in his hands, not missing the way you flinched slightly, “Do I need to beat someone up?” He asked in all seriousness.

You let out a slight chuckle, you knew it was his way of asking if you were okay.

You shook your head as you laughed, “Not unless you plan on going to visit the prison where those men were just sent.”

As you examined the wound for the first time, you missed the way his jaw ticked, and didn’t quite hear when he mumbled, “Don’t test me.”

With a huff, you pulled your arm out of his grip once you deemed it to be fine without stitches- for a little while longer at least, “It’s fine. I’m fine.” You said, almost absentmindedly.

“It’s okay to not be okay sometimes. You know that, right?” You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. You couldn’t see the way his eyes were burning into yours as he asked. You didn’t understand that he actually cared.

When you couldn’t decide if there was a joking tone in his voice, you let out a mix between a scoff and a laugh and opened your mouth to say something else, but the sound of an explosion cut you off.

Both of your heads quickly snapped to face behind you, and looks of horrors automatically became like permanent masks on your faces.

Without another second's hesitation, you both took off in the direction, not even needing to communicate to understand what the other was thinking.

Due to the buildings closenesses to each other, you were both easily able to leap from building to building, never breaking your fast moving pace to look down and feel the height you were at to get to and frighten you.

The familiar feel of adrenaline began to kick into your body, dulling all of the former pain from your previous fight, but you weren’t stupid enough to think that it went away completely. The feeling surged through your veins in a way that woke you up with a jolt and no longer did you feel tired for staying up until four in the morning the night before.

With the speed that the two of you were going at, it didn’t take you long to reach the warehouse on the outskirts of the city that had been blown up, but everything was already in chaos.

People stood around the rubble, some covered in soot and ash, others in burn marks, but all of them were shooting at each other, screaming bloody murder as if it were a war cry.

It was two rival gangs. It dawned upon you when you saw differing tattoos on people's necks and how some helped each other while shooting at everyone else.

You could only hope and pray that no innocent people had been caught inside the building moments ago, or outside of it now.

There were only two men who weren’t fighting with guns, and they stood in the very center of all the other fighting, honestly surprising you that they weren’t getting shot with the bullets that were raining down like a storm every which way.

They were fighting tooth and nail the old fashioned way, taking turns punching each other in the face and kicking them in the stomachs.

They had to be the leaders.

With one glance at Jake, you knew you were both thinking the same thing. And without a word, you both dove into action.

You went to the closest man that was aiming his gun at another, and took two batons out of a holder on a belt around your waist, smacking him across the back of the head once and watching him fall to a heap on the ground.

Making sure your mask was still securely tightened around your face you moved onto the next person. And the next. Dodging bullets as if you were fast enough to do so, when in reality you weren’t. These people were just really lousy shots.

Hitting another woman across the face, you watched as she leaned back with a cry, but didn’t go down.

Instead, she reached for a blade you didn’t realize she had, and with blind range began making furious swipes at you as you kept jumping back, doing your best to stay out of her reach. Then, you swept your leg under hers as she went to jump forward, making her tumble backwards and hit her head on her way down.

“Nice try, gillipollas.” You used a word you had heard Jake say to a thief once, you assumed it was bad, peering down at her closed eyes, not caring if you butchered the pronunciation.

(Asshole)

By now, Jake had knocked down just as many people as you, and there were only a handful left, including the two leaders that had halted their fighting to stare at you and your partner.

The two men exchanged a look, seeming to come to the understanding that they had bigger enemies then each other right now, and they had to focus all of their- however little there now was- strength on the new threat.

You almost laughed at how stupid it was, when the signal was given to attack the two of you.

They didn’t even last a full sixty seconds.

Then it was just you two and the two leaders left.

“Well,” One of them, the shorter and balder of the two, said, spreading his arms out as if waiting for a large hug, “It appears that we have come to a bit of a predicament.”

“A bit?” You couldn’t tell if Jake's voice held amusement or irritation.

“But let me make this clear to you,” The man continued as if he didn’t even hear him, “You have made a mistake crossing paths with us today.”

For the first time since that first woman you had saved, you saw everything in slow motion.

You saw both of the men slowly take out their guns and raise them at you and Jake, who were both defenseless to their deadly weapons, and before they could fire, you picked up your own weapons. With as much force and accuracy as you could muster, you let out a small cry as you threw your batons straight at the men, hitting each of them in the head before they both fell down just like the rest of them.

Then, everything was back to normal speed as you fell to the ground, collapsing ungracefully into a panting and sweating heap.

You hadn’t even heard the gun go off.

Without comprehending Jake scrambling down to kneel beside you, you looked down at your torso in curiosity, watching as scarlet red slowly began to spread along your outfit, as if someone spilled a glass of cranberry juice on it.

Your eyes finally found their way up to the man, realizing and caring for the first time that you never actually knew his name, just the name he was given when he put on the mask.

For some reason, that thought made the corner of your lips pull down into a frown that didn’t go away as your eyes began to droop.

You were so, so tired.

All of the adrenaline was draining out of your system like a busted pipe, and the pain began spreading in the place of it, replacing every relaxed part of you with the pain of thousands of knives driving in through your flesh.

It just made you want to sleep away the pain, make it go away as you dreamed of happier times. When your parents were still alive and you were all one happy family.

“¡Eh! ¡Eh!” He exclaimed, lightly but firmly tapping the side of your face as your eyelids tried to slip shut, “Keep your eyes open. We did it, we won. Just keep your eyes open and we can celebrate.” As he told you, his head whipped aimlessly around for help, though he knew that the only people around were unconscious on the floor.

(Hey! Hey!)

How so very badly he wanted to march over to the man who managed to shoot you before you hit, and show him a glimpse of the pain you were feeling, but he knew that at the moment you needed him. For now, other pathetic human being could wait.

He supposed that’s why he found your head cradled in his lap as he pushed your hair out of your face gently, poking you annoyingly as needed to keep you awake.

An ambulance as well as the police and fire department had been called to help out with everything, but you were Jake's first priority. So as soon as they got there, he would see to it that you were theirs as well.

“Can we get ice cream to celebrate?” You slurred, blinking up at the man slowly.

He let out a watery chuckle, refusing to let any stupid tears stray down his face as he looked down at your vulnerable form. In all his time of knowing you, no matter how hard you were hit, you always got up again and brushed it off. It was one of the things he admired most about you.

But something deep down inside him, something that screamed ‘dark’ and ‘hopelessness’ told him that it wouldn’t be like that this time. And he refused to accept that.

“Hey,” Your hand reached up to loosely grab his wrist, and his eyes were once again on you, “…I know that I can be a… pain in the ass sometimes.” Sirens were finally heard in the far distance, “But thank you for putting up with me… thanks for being my partner, even if you didn’t want to be.”

The man firmly shook his head, it was getting harder and harder to keep his emotions at bay, “Why am I getting the feeling that you’re trying to say goodbye?” His voice was soft, broken, “No adiós, none of that.” He sternly commanded.

(Bye)

A slow and pained chuckle left you.

The sirens were so close now.

“It was nice knowing you, no matter how annoying you can be sometimes.”

And just like that, your eyes closed, finally allowing the welcoming darkness to swallow you whole, looking for the peace that it would bring.

Jake panicked, lightly slapping your face again, and when you didn’t stir he quickly placed two fingers to the side of your throat.

There was no pulse.

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baby scarab || 63

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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read, mention of doctors, needles, mention of child abuse, mentions of scars, KINDA SHORT?, let me know if i missed anything.

~~~

marc was next to disappear, making jake be the only one in control.

and without khonshu he didn't have much.

his daughter was just taken away from him by the police because they thought that she was being abused.

so he did what any sane person would do, and wait.

he knew khonshu was out there and as soon as you were in a secured location he would let jake know.

meanwhile, while he dealt with his emotions, you were just waking up a few hours later.

it was almost noon that day when you peeled your eyes open to see that you were in a grey room, on a bed.

there were two chairs next to it and a nightstand on the other side.

you also noticed the camera in the corner of the room.

you tried sitting up, but when you moved your arms they felt like they were stuck to something.

and they were. each of your wrists were handcuffed to the edges of the metal bed frame.

you pull against them with all the strength you have in your body, but come out with nothing.

your body was still weak with whatever those police stuck in you.

you hear a buzz and the door to your right unlock, making you dart your head in its direction, making you struggle against the cuffs again, the metal on metal burning your ears as they clang together.

the door opens and in comes a man, who was dressed in a tan trench coat, and strangely was also wearing a mask and sunglasses with a hat, and was carrying a binder.

he thanked whoever let him in and turned to you as the door locked again.

"hey, it's okay. you're safe" he tells you as he sits in the farthest chair from you.

you stop struggling to freeze while staring at the man with wide eyes.

"i'm detective wilson, i'm just here to ask you a few questions" you sense a grin under the face mask.

you just switch to a glare. "my dad isn't fucking beating me. now let me go home" you grit out and the man winces comically.

"damn. the mouth on you- okay-" he sighs tiredly. "i'm not actually here to ask you questions- i'm not even a detective" he starts and you begin to feel confused.

"then wha-"

"shhhh! they can hear us" he whispers and you shakily nod.

"i have a friend who has a friend who has a daughter, and that's you- so i decided that i would help my friend of a friends daughter get back home"

you blink twice before scoffing.

"yeah? and who's your friend of a friend?" you ask suspiciously.

"spider-man" he answers cockily and your eyes widen.

"wha-"

"now stay quiet, i'm busting you out of here" he whispers loudly and you nod quickly.

this man takes out one of those big metal cutters out of his trench coats pocket, and brings it down to the handcuff on your right wrist.

you squeeze your eyes shut and turn away only to hear the metal snap before your hand is free.

the man crawls across the bed, over your legs and he gets halfway over before you kick him off of you on to the other side.

he makes a loud noise of discomfort before getting up and getting the other handcuff off.

you start to get up when he rounds the bed when you stumble trying to take a step.

"careful, they drugged you up pretty good" the man whispers to you, and you nod, letting him lead you to the door.

"wait- they locked it" you tell him and he just clicks his tongue.

"oh that? you think i can't get this punk ass door to open?" he asks rhetorically and pulls a gun out of one of his pockets.

your eyes widen as far as they can go and you freeze in place.

"cover your ears, honey bunches" he starts, aiming the gun at the doorknob. "mr. pool is about to bust you outta this joint"

~~~

"okay, now that we're all back we need to make some kind of plan" marc takes the lead, looking to his two other alters.

they decided to separate bodies again, making it a bit easier on khonshu to talk to them.

khonshu had returned a bit before steven and marc came back from deep in the headspace.

"so she's at some hospital outside of town?" steven asks khonshu, repeating what he initially told them.

khonshu nods.

"okay so here's what we could do..-" marc starts, while jake slowly backs away towards his daughters room.

steven, marc, and khonshu were trying to come up with plans, only a little too busy to notice jakes absence.

he backed into the room and shut the door about halfway, and stared around.

it was messy if anything. more pictures gathered on the walls. pictures of yourself and them, and some of you and casper, even one with evie.

jake bit the inside of his cheek as he stepped closer to your bed, seeing your nightstand drawer left open, so he couldn't help but look inside.

while disgusted by the small cardboard box of condoms that looked like it was ripped open by an animal, he noticed a velvet box.

the curiosity got the best of him, and he gently picked it up, opening it to see a golden ring, with laylas name engraved into it.

the ring had a scarab on it, painted in shimmering orange paint while a few heart shaped pieces of metal surrounded it. along with it, a note, taped to the bottom of the box.

jake opened it, half smiling.

'for mom,

i had this ring custom made for you a while ago and never found a good opportunity to actually give it to you. if you're seeing this on mother's day then happy mother's day!! but if you're not then i'd still like to do something with just you. i want to thank you for taking me in as your own, and even though you could never replace my birth mother, nobody could ever replace you. you're the best mom i ever could've had, so thank you for adopting me with my dads.

i love you, mom.

from, y/n'

jake teared up with a small smile and folded the note back up and put the box back, then turning to set his eyes on his jacket.

the leather jacket he let you borrow on your trip to the doctor. it was laying on your bed, smoothed out on top of your blankets.

jakes smile turned into a frown, but the tears didn't stop.

he took his jacket in his hands and sat on the bed, folding in on himself as he clutched the leather in his hands.

he let a choked sob come out, then heard the door creak.

"..jake?" steven starts quietly. "are you alright?" that's all it took for jake to completely break down, while steven and marc rush to him.

"hey what happened?" steven asks gently and jake picks his head up to violently wipe at his wet cheeks.

"we can't lose her- we can't-"

"take a breath, we'll get her back" marc confidentially says without missing a beat, making jake nod and listen to his instruction.

"they had no right" he shakes his head, taking his hat off and tossing it to the side, not caring where it landed.

"jake listen to me" marc starts. "our daughter has gotten into way worse, and being honest she could find her way back all in her own"

he sighs. "but this is different, she didn't leave on her own. she was taken by actual police so it might take a bit to get her back"

"but she's safe?" jake asks quietly and steven nods.

"we promise"

"then let's carry on with the plan" jake wipes at his cheeks. "our daughter needs us"

~~~

"fuck"

"hey, young lady, watch your mouth"

"well sorry, but you're not the one who just fucking tripped" you grit out, letting the man drag you through the long white hallways of the hospital you were in.

he told you that he was going to get you out of there without anyone noticing, and then help you get home.

you decided to just trust him. you needed to get home to your family and this was the only way to do it.

"sir? where are you taking that patient?" a female voice asks from behind you two.

it was obvious you were a patient there, the uncomfortable and itchy gown made sure of it.

"out" he answers quickly, grabbing onto your wrist and full on sprinting away, while the lady yells after you.

"wait- let go! we're heading right for a window!" you yell at him, as he sprints towards a floor to ceiling window.

"i know! just hang on!" he yells back, turning to grab you by the waist and jump at the window, causing it to break, leaving you both to plummet towards the concrete sidewalk.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" you scream, grabbing at the man's jacket as tight as you could.

you squeeze your eyes shut the closer you get to the ground, when you feel yourself lift up and swing away, similar to when you would swing around london at night.

next thing you knew, you were standing on solid ground while the man's coat and hat were dropped to the ground behind you while you were being rushed towards an alleyway.

"hey! what-"

"shh! shh! let me explain-" you cut him off by kicking him in the shin, making him gasp, and that's when you see his face for the first time.

it almost looked like a raisin in a fucked up way.

"dude-"

"hey, just listen and don't fucking kick me again, i'm trying to help you" he starts and you just blink.

he sighs. "leave the questions for later" he starts while putting a red and black mask over his face. "for now, my names deadpool"

~~~

"WHAT!? SHES GONE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHES FUCKING GONE?!" layla screams from over marc's phone.

he sighs and looks out the window to his left. "they had reason to take her layla, we just don't know what to do.." he explains while steven and jake were coming up with some bullshit plan in the other room.

"well where is she now?!"

"..at a hospital a couple miles out from town" marc stutters, fighting tears that were coming to his eyes. "khonshu followed her there"

"jesus- well i'm coming over then" layla hangs up after scoffing and marc's eye twitches before he slams the phone down.

that gathers the attention of both steven and jake, who slowly approach marc who now had his head in his hands, still sitting at the kitchen table.

it's silent before marc inhales sharply and sits up straight, with a clenched jaw while wringing a hand around his right wrist.

"hey, don't do that" steven reaches out gently, separating marc's hands as he relaxes all of his muscles and completely falls onto steven, arms around his back clawing at his shirt.

"we have- we have to get her back" marc grits out in a pitch higher that usual.

"i know, we know marc. we will i promise" steven rushes to reassure him.

steven felt absolutely terrible right now. even though they all loved you dearly, steven couldn't focus on himself but his alters.

because without them, he feels he wouldn't even be here in the first place.

marc tried his hardest to remain calm, but even after jakes small meltdown he felt almost powerless.

"should we go out? look for her?" marc asks in between shuttering breaths.

"i think that's the best idea" steven starts. "but what about layla? she's coming over"

"shit" marc mumbles.

"jake and i could go and-"

"no, i want to be there" marc starts. "i need her to know it's not her fault- and to apologize"

steven stays quiet and sits down next to marc where he was sat on the couch.

"she made it pretty clear how she felt about us forcing her to the doctor, and now it's come back and bitten us in the ass. i need to apologize for being a dick about it too" marc sighs.

"you weren't a dick-"

"yes he was, amigo" jake cuts in from wherever he was listening from.

he enters the room. "but she still doesn't hate you" he defends.

marc just sighs and shakes his head.

"i just want to know if she's okay right now" he says.

~~~

"THIS IS NOT OKAY!!" you shout, earning the attention of the man who's dragging you around tall buildings, earning looks from pedestrians.

"you'll be fine! it's just a light jog!" 'deadpool' turns his head to yell back.

you were still wearing the hospital gown and those socks with the sticky things on the bottom, and it hurt every time you took another step.

you just groan and allow this almost complete stranger in a spandex suit and mask to lead you around, until he suddenly stops, making you run into his back.

"what the fu-"

"hey! what did i say about the language?"

"to watch it" you respond.

"exactly, now let's get you a change of clothes, hm?" he gestures towards the thrift store you just stopped by, so you shrug.

"let's make it quick, i want to go home" you tell him sternly and he nods.

you both walk in and you scan the room, seeing there aren't that many people and that the person at the register was on their phone.

nobody even noticed that you look like you just escaped a hospital- which you did- and the man with you was in a literal superhero suit with two huge swords on his back.

the man- deadpool- almost sprints over to a prom dress that was on display, and you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"how about this? it's very sparkly" he twirls it around and you scoff.

"no"

"OOH- but this one! it's perfect" he throws the previous dress to the floor to show you a bright hot pink sundress.

you just turn away with a smile, shuffling through a rack of pants.

"maybe next time" you mumble which makes him gasp.

"really?! you're just the sweetest, we need to hang out more!" he swings an arm around your shoulder.

"you pretty much saved my life so i'd be down" you begin. "as long as you don't like.. murder me or something" you add and he takes his arm off you to shove a shirt into your arms.

"perfect- now go try those on so we can get you home" he starts guiding you by the shoulders to the dressing room.

you just sighed and went along with it, locking the door once you were in the room.

you now notice the black shirt, which had a small unicorn with rainbow hair right in the center of it.

your eye twitches but you decide against leaving the changing room to argue with him.

you slip your hospital gown off and stare in the mirror, furrowing your eyebrows.

it's weird to be doing this in a changing room after you just escaped a hospital, but you can't help but stare at the scars that littered your body.

a gunshot wound on your thing from when harrow was brought back to life, multiple scars on your abdomen from fighting, and some on your face from fights at school and such.

and of course the huge ones on your back from when you got cut by one of your foster 'mothers' by a broken beer bottle.

you look away and reach for the pants, putting them on quickly before the shirt.

it was still a bit cold out since it was only the beginning of march, so you shiver once before shoving the door back open, stopping when your path is blocked by 'deadpool'.

you raise an eyebrow when he leads you away, and to the doors.

"wait don't we have to pay for this stuff-"

"nope! just run!" he grabs your hand, running out of the store as the once distracted employee shouted to stop just before you turned the next corner.

"wait- this isn't right!" you angrily rip your hand away from his to stop.

he sighs and puts his hands on his head.

"but muffin-cakes, nows not the time to think about what's right, the police are probably tracking you down and your family is worried about you" he walks a step closer to you and puts his hands on your shoulders.

"now believe me, you get back home, and be with your family no matter how much you think you'll see them in the future" he shakes your shoulders a bit, making your eyes widen.

"okay, okay let's just go-"

"that's the spirit! now come on!" he begins to run with you again.

~~~

layla was now at yours and marc's place, pacing back and forth while scolding marc.

"did you even think about what that doctor might do if she saw those scars?!" she yells, making marc cringe.

"layla.." he sighs. "i... didn't even think about it i just assumed it'd be done-"

"she was traumatized! don't you realize she has been tortured by doctors all her life?!" layla rubs her temples. "sorry- i don't mean to yell i'm just worried, what if she left the hospital? what if somebody took her?"

"layla" marc stands up, putting a hand on each of her shoulders. "you know our girl is tough. she'll be okay. we should go out and find her" he decides and layla nods.

"can we come?" steven pipes up, referring to him and jake.

"no" marc starts getting his shoes on.

"wha- why?!" steven whines, wringing his wrists with his hands.

marc goes over to him to stop his hands. "because i need you two to stay here in case she comes back" he tells him softly.

steven just sighs. "i want to be there when you find her.." he says sadly and marc nods.

"i know but i really need you guys to stay-"

"she's our daughter too you know" steven points out and jake nods from where he stands.

marc sighs tiredly and looks to layla for help, but she just shrugs.

"please? i promise we'll get back as soon as we can" marc tries to assure steven.

steven doesn't say anything, making marc continue to get ready to go.

layla just looks sadly at steven. he really wanted to be there when his daughter was found.

"..fine..." steven sighs and moves to the bed, sitting on it and refusing to look at marc, or anyone for that matter.

"let's just go, he'll calm down once y/ns back" layla says, and marc nods.

"stay safe amigos" jake tips his hat at the both of them before they go.

after marc and layla were out the door, that's when steven broke down.

jake heard his stifled sons and went to calm him. "steven, i know you want to help but we have to stay in case she comes home-"

"but she's our daughter too! it's not fair!" steven whines and cries like a toddler throwing a tantrum, but jake gets it.

he would've volunteered to go too if it wasn't for the fact that he was afraid.

afraid you still hated them since your fight.

jake sighs. "just stop crying.. she will be back before you know it" he nods to steven, who's beginning to calm himself down.

"yeah yeah, thank you jake"

~~~

"there it is! that's my apartment building!" you stop in your tracks to look across the street and grin widely, deadpool stopping as well.

"well don't just sit here like a bag of dicks, we have to find your parents" he shrugs, walking across the street and up to the doors only to see a disheveled couple sprint out.

"what the fuck-" the man says, staring at deadpool's suit.

he then turns to you and that's when you gasp to yourself.

it was marc and layla.

you stand as still as a statue, deadpool trying to figure out what was going on.

"is that her..?" marc asks layla in a panic, seeing you just stand and stare wide eyed at them.

"baby is that you?!" marc decides to shout and it doesn't even take a second to start sprinting over to where they stood, not even bothering to check if cars were coming in your direction.

lucky for you, there wasn't.

marc and layla both held hands tightly as they also jogged in your direction, before you throw yourself into their arms, hysterically sobbing.

"i'm so- so sorry-" you start but layla shushes you.

"no no, don't apologize" she and marc both hold you as you have an arm wrapped around both of them.

you open your eyes to pull back and look to marc.

"oh honey.. this is my fault. i shouldn't have made you-"

"no dad. it's okay" you wipe a tear from your face before proceeding. "is.. are steven and jake in there..?" you ask and marc gasps.

"shit- we have to go! they are waiting in the apartment!" layla panics, remembering how steven was before they left.

marc then turns and sees deadpool just watching them, fiddling with a gun.

"i- did you help her..?" he asks him and he nods.

"of course i did, if i didn't the author would've procrastinated the whole 'finding home' thing" he waves them off and marc makes a face before guiding you to the doors.

you turn back, right before entering the building. "thank you wade" you say genuinely and send a small smile wades way.

"of course, sugar plum. wouldn't want the readers to get too sad do we?" he the walks off.

you just shake your head and grabs your mothers hand, walking with both your parents to the elevator.

~~~

it was actually extremely awkward in the elevator since all of your adrenaline was coming down, and you look up slowly at marc.

"are you guys still mad at me..?" you ask and marc sighs.

"not now" he mumbles and layla gives him a stern look.

you just kick the ground and stare at the elevator doors before they open.

marc almost drags you to the apartment with layla mumbling curses before you freeze in place at the door, seeing your two other dads.

they whip around once they hear the door open and that's when steven breaks down in tears.

"o-oh my gods! she- she's back!" he basically sprints over to take you into his arms, you doing the same.

"oh darling, my heart, i missed you so much- i thought something bad would happen to you!" he takes you back to hold you by the shoulders and stare into your eyes.

"dad.. i'm sorry" you whisper with tears in your eyes.

steven simply shakes his head. "s'nothing to be sorry for" he basically passes you onto jake, who squeezes you almost as tight as he can.

you struggle a bit to breath before he lets go, taking in your appearance.

"is that.. is that a unicorn on your shirt?" he asks with a raised brow.

you look down at your shirt, and remember that wade had picked it for you.

"yeah" you breath out, then look back up at him.

"y/n" marc says from behind you.

layla was just standing with her arms crossed, shaking her head.

"i need to talk to you. in private" he says sternly, moving to go into house room, and you follow hesitantly, leaving jake, steven, and layla behind.

marc closes the door behind you after you walk it, and you go to sit on your bed.

he sniffles and turns to you. "i'm so sorry kid.. i- i didn't mean to leave on a bad note- not that i knew that the police would take you away-"

"dad" you speak up, stopping the beginning of a rant. "i would've gone insane if i was away from you guys for another second. i should've come home.." you stand up, walking slowly to marc.

"what if.. what if i never saw you again?" you ask yourself, and marc sheds a tear.

you reach a hand up and wipe it away from his face, and he leans into your touch. "i love you so much. i would crumble and die if i never got to see your beautiful face again. you are the best daughter i could've ever asked for, i hope you know that"

you smile. "you're one of the best dads ever, and for the record i love you more"

"i love you most"

you lean forward and take marc in a hug, and he does the same, holding the back of your head gently in one of his hands.

you felt at peace.

you felt.. loved.

more than ever before. by a long shot.

deadpool had sent you a text, saying he got the police off your tail.

you didn't ask how, you were just grateful.

you left your room with marc and khonshu put your dads back into one body, and you cuddled with them alternating, and with layla on the couch.

after you changed of course.

into one of your moms shirts and stevens sweatpants.

your cats curled up near you too.

you had your whole family with you that night, and you couldn't be happier.

let's just pray once you get unsuspended you finally have a normal day at school.

with casper of course, your first love.

well, after your parents of course.

~~~

A/N : sorry this took forever, just super busy again. exams and shit. ily all so much

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crystalaris · 1 year

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Please Don’t Hate Me!

(Moon knight x Reincarnated teen Reader)

Marc Spector carries a lot of Secrets that more often than not get him into a world of trouble. Turns out his kid might have more than he does.

Poor Layla , she didn’t sign up for this

In other words:

In a world where a person from our world reincarnates into moon knight and they Really, Really love their big family

Disclaimer: I do not own Moon Knight or the photos (I do edit the photos, but they are not mine)

Ch 1, ch2 you are here, Ch 3

Ch 2: Message Received

Jake x teen reader

Warning: Fluff, hints at the past, brief mention of fighting

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Being woken up by a god to do his bidding was normally one of his better wake-up calls.

This time however was a little different, if not a bit disappointing.

He had been looking forward to seeing her again, only to be informed by said god that she had to go back, but left a note and gift. So hey, at least he had something else to enjoy.

Still, it was rare for him to have human interaction, besides beating the living shit out of his attackers and doing Khonshu's work. Really his little gatita turned out to be a breath of fresh air he never knew he needed. One that Marc needed too.

A big bonus in his book.

She was easily becoming their world. Their world, not Marc's, not Jake's, but Their's. It's a very novel feeling to care for and be cared for.

So Jake understands why Marc left. Why Marc wanted to protect his precious people. It doesn't mean he agreed or wanted too, but he respects Marc's decision.

He lets Marc make the choice, but Jake will step in to solve the problem.

Like he did in the Marines.

Like he did as a mercenary.

Like he did with Marc's daughter.

Heh.

He can't help the fond smile when he remembers his first meeting with the kid. It started off simple. A warning from Khonshu, threatening the girl only for them to end up as fast friends.

She became his friend before she grew to be his daughter. It was a little odd to wrap his head around when he got the story from her, but he could tell she was being honest.

The more she spoke, the more she explained, the less tense she got.

Oh, she was as innocent as Steven, but unlike Steven she knew about him, about Them. All of them. It was... nice.

Nice, not having to hide. Nice, that his world wasn't only around violence anymore. It was nice that he knew something Marc didn't that wasn't the jobs or attacks.

Jake was grateful to both Marc and Layla for having her. He could live for once.

What was the real kicker was just how much his presence helped his little gatita's happiness grow. He liked that she would ask questions, bounce ideas off of him. He liked how she would fall asleep on his shoulder when talking to him. How she would climb in his lap and wrap his arms around herself.

How when he had a long night she would always make a small batch of baked goods, be it cake, muffins or cookies.

How all he had to do to see her was 'knock' on her door and she would open it. How it was funny that one time Marc woke up in her bed with her, nearly freaking out (which woke Jake up) only for his little gatita to thank Marc for staying when she had a nightmare. Marc was more relaxed after that.

So let's just say, Jake slept there more often.

It got to the point that when even Marc had a really bad night he would carry her to his and Layla's room to sleep.

Jake had never really been happier.

So when Marc left them, left his little gatita behind, to protect them, he wasn't really thrilled.

Sure she had warned him this might happen. That Marc would leave and that was around the start of everything, that when the bitch died Steven would be around a bit more permanently.

So it was back to being the hidden protector, the fighter, the heavy hitter.

It was okay, perfectly normal for him. Sure, he may have taken out more of his frustrations on what his gatita called 'villains' or 'scums' of the night, but it was justified.

So when about a week after Steven popped out and moved to London, about three weeks into leaving his little gatita, Khonshu woke Jake up earlier, claiming to have a special mission for him. Grunting, Jake begrudgingly obliged.

He hadn't been very happy with the stupid bird since the god made that useless comment in front of Marc. He knew the god was extremely proud of gatita but couldn't he have kept his beak shut?

So with his hat on, he followed Khonshu, drifting through the shadows to avoid being seen.

"There." Khonshu pointed his staff and Jake followed.

Not hearing anything but a single pair of footsteps, Jake wondered what this person did to earn Khonshu's attention.

Quietly and quickly he went behind the person, observing her.

She was tall, but slightly shorter than him, her long black hair tied into a simple three-way braid, her back was turned and she was holding... cookies?

Her shoulders were tensed as if she felt him following, and quickly she turned into an alley.

He followed only for his arm to be grabbed and a firm force pulled him forward. Lifting his other arm he blocked then quickly shifted when he felt her knee jerk up. In a flash he broke his arm free grabbing one of her arms readying an attack, only for both of them to freeze when they got a good look at each other.

"Gatita?"

"Papí?"

He felt his features soften for the first time in weeks. "Papí!" She shouted as she wrapped her arms around his torso tightly, head leaning on his chest as Jake wrapped his arms gently and unsure if she really was there, then tightly once he could still feel her. It was a feeling that he so desperately missed, "I missed you." She muffled into his chest, "I missed you so, so much Papí."

He couldn't help holding her tighter, grabbing the back of her head and bringing it closer, he kissed the top of her head, "Yo a la gatita. Yo también" they could have been standing like that for hours and they wouldn't know, they had each other again and that's all that mattered.

When they had finally pulled away, still not letting the other go, Jake asked, "What are you doing here?"

Her grin was teasing, "Aren't you happy to see me Papí?"

He just rolled his eyes, "Sí, mi gatita." Hugging her again. He missed this. Missed the contact, the banter, missed his hija. "But how?"

"The sanctum." She chirped. "Yao said I still shouldn't use my sling ring unless absolutely necessary, but said I could use the doors in the sanctum and I remembered London had its own so it really wasn't that far. Really you should be thanking Steven for choosing London. Papa probably would have chosen Seattle or something, then I'd happily risk the Ancient One's wraith and punishment to see you!"

Jake just chuckles and shakes his head, "Still can't believe your in cahoots with the Mystics leader, gatita."

Turning herself around, her back to his chest and leans into it, raising her head to look at him cheekily, "Me neither, papí. It it was much easier than with Tony, she was expecting my letter in the first place. Tony just went nuts when mine kept coming in." She chuckled. "Almost felt sorry if it wasn't so funny. You should have seen the look on his face when he found me."

He could stop the squeeze of her shoulders, "When was this, and why didn't you tell me?" He knew his tone was harsh, he was worried alright. She should have told him.

Her gaze turned sheepish, "Lo siento Papí, pensé que sabías. He came to school after he fixed his reactor. He wanted to know how I knew." She paused and that worried him a bit. "I should probably tell you, I've got his phone number. We still talk occasionally."

He wasn't happy, that much she could tell by the furrow of his brows and the now harsh frown, "Why are you keeping in contact with a grown ass man!?" He spat.

She laughed and he sent her a harsh glare that could make anyone else piss themselves, she however found it sweet. Just another reassurance he still loved her.

She really, really couldn't stop her smirk however, "Really, Jake? Aren't you a 'grown ass man', too?"

"Sí." He affirmed, " and you're mi hija, gatita. Mine to protect, including chasing off those wolves." Grinning sharply at her.

She laughed, but it soon teetered off as that sharp smile was still on his face, "Papí?" It was almost hesitant.

It turned wicked, "I'm going to have to punish you, poca gatita."

Her eyes wavered as she tried to back up, still stuck in his arms, "Papí?" She tried to pull away again, "no?" And then she felt the wiggling of fingers at her sides and screamed while laughing, "Paaapí, hah ha ha nooooooooo! Paaapí hah, stop hah!" As she did her best to get away, screaming and wiggling with laughter as he gave chase, each tackling each other in glee.

Jake may not have been ticklish, but he had missed playing with his daughter. The absolute relief he felt when she was there was amazing. He forgave Khonshu that night, and just enjoyed the fact that his daughter found a way to visit. Layla thought she was training over the weekend, so their secret was safe. The most surprising was when Khonshu had given them the whole night together and the two agreed that was the closest thing that'd ever get as an apology from the god.

From then on she had made sure to visit on the weekends, this was the first one she's had to miss.

It makes the night seem longer, still he has a job to do.

It's when he enters his white limo that he finally smiles, under the dash, on the passengers side is a red bag, the same shade as the interior. Even when she's not here, she makes him proud. Knowing that she would have had to search specifically for this bag as a 'just in case' fills him with pride. She was prepared, hiding things in plain sight. He taught her that. Him.

It's the little things, he's found, that have mattered the most over these years.

Grabbing the bag, he sets it on his lap and pulls out... napkins. He can't help the gentle laugh, 'She knows me so well.' He thinks fondly as he pulls out a ziplock bag.

Again he grins at her hand writing 'ley' in silver sharpie completing the name: Ziplockley 🤍

His heart swells with affection, 'Always noticing the oddest things.' He'll be sure to put it in with the first Father's Day card she made him, in the secret compartment. She was so fidgety when she gave it to him, so shy.

If anyone asks, there was too much dust in the air and no he didn't cry, nobody saw. The only person that was there was crying into his shoulder, so there.

She even gave Jake, Steven's cards so he could keep them safe. He's really looking forward to Stevens face once he finds out. He's already added a special card just for Steven adding his own flare to it. "Congratulations! It's a Girl! It only took you about ____ years to find out!" He's still waiting to fill in the blank. He might just throw in his gatita's baby booties, if Layla still kept them.

He's looking forward to both of their reactions. If he's lucky he might just get Marc in on it.

Reaching in the Lockley bag he grabs a cookie and enjoys, pulling out the hand written note.

Sitting in his limo with a cookie hanging out of his mouth as he reads his little gatita's words.

Papí,

El entrenamiento fue muy bien hoy. Tenía muchas ganas de volver a verte, pero mamá me envió un mensaje de texto diciendo que quiere que vuelva a casa. Creo que se está acercando a encontrar a papá o al menos tiene un plan o dos. Aún así, desearía haberlo hecho mañana, pero ya sabes, mamá, terca y decidida.

Hice unas galletas. Espero que te gusten los snickerdoodles, algunos son el azúcar de canela original, pero los otros son glaseado de miel y canela. Sé que no quieres ensuciar a tu bebé, así que no pude hacer el pastel como originalmente quería, lo siento.

Aún así, espero que les gusten, ¡manténganse a salvo!

Con mucho amor,

tu pequeño gatita

P.D. ¿Podrías agregar una ingle extra o dos? Estoy un poco enojado porque no puedo verte esta noche. ¡Ojalá estuviera allí!

A smile grew on his face as he took another bite, 'That's my girl'. He finds it interesting how far they've come since their first meeting and in a way he's grateful for it. He's not just the Silent Protector anymore, he's also a proud father.

Of Marc's little spawn none the less.

His little moment gets interrupted by Khonshu knocking on his window's glass. Rolling his eyes he carefully folds the note and stuffs it in his jacket's inside pocket where it'll be safe and rolls down the window.

Nodding to the bird man he starts his engine, ready to go.

But there was one important thing he had to ask, "Why do you smell like almonds?"

Khonshu looked at his cheeky avatar, before stomping his staff on the ground and motioning forward, "Silence Lockley! There are travelers of the night to defend!"

Jake nearly cackled as he drove off.

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Translation:

gatita = kitten

Yo a la gatita. Yo también = Me too kitten. Me too.

hija = daughter

lo siento Papí, pensé que sabías = sorry Papí, i thought you knew

The note:

Daddy,

Training went really well today. I was really looking forward to seeing you again, but mama sent me a text that she wants me back home. I think she's getting close to finding papa or she at least has a plan or two. Still, wish she'd have done that tomorrow but you know mama, stubborn and determined.

I made some cookies. Hope you like snickerdoodles, some are the original cinnamon sugar, but the others are cinnamon honey glaze. I know you don't want to get your baby dirty, so I couldn't do the cake like I originally wanted, sorry.

Still I hope you like them, keep safe!

With lots of Love,

Your little Kitten

P.S. could you add in an extra groin or two? I'm a little pissed I can't see you tonight. Wish I was there!

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AN: so for this fan fic I've been getting lots of family ideas that won't fit into the main story, but I still want them to be shared, especially the family moments. I've been making a list of possible one shots for this AU, but I would love other ideas. Requests could make this story better. I'm a firm believer in, 'One idea Leads to Another'.

Also, you'll notice that I'm not naming the OC, honestly doing so in ch 1 was an accident, but I'm going to keep it up, she's just going to have nicknames from everyone. I want to avoid (y/n) since it takes away from the story for some people.

Hope you enjoy and please review or comment, it inspires me

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 2 years

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Being Marc Spector’s sibling

Pairings: Marc Spector x gn!teen!reader, (Steven Grant x gn!teen!reader, Moon Knight x gn!teen!reader, Konshu x gn!teen!reader, Jake Lockley x gn!teen!reader)

Imagine: what I think it would be like to be Marc Spector’s little sibling

Warnings: child abuse, abandonment, mention of death, angst, protective Marc and Steven, fluff (is fluff even a warning) mention of school and grades

A/N first of please ignore the fact that I accidentally spelled Konshus name wrong a few times in this, I don’t have the energy to fix it.

so I’m finally back at writing, it’s the first day of summer break and I’m continuing writing the request that I have, and sorry for the wait on those requests, but at least I hope you can enjoy this for the time being.

And I added the grade part because if you are anything like me you don’t have the best grades in school and are kinda tired of all the readers have like the highest grade or so

And lastly I did not exactly follow the mcu timeline with everything in this, just so you guys know

I’m thinking you were like very young when Marc and Randall went to the cave, like a baby or something like that

So growing up you wouldn’t of really known who Randall was

But guess what your mother still blamed you and Marc for what happened to Randall, even though you hadn’t done anything, it wasn’t like you could do anything, as you were a baby at the time

Your mother thought that if you hadn’t been born then she could of had more attention on Randall and Marc, to make sure that Marc didn’t do anything stupid

Because of that when you got older your so called mother started hitting you as he did with Marc

Though it rarely happened to you as Marc promised himself to always protect you, he couldn’t protect Randall so you got all his attention instead of both his younger siblings

Marc took most of the beatings, and when he left when he was older it all changed, after all now you were the only child that your mother could beat

Your father had tried to stop some of the beating but it was to no luck

Though luckily for you, you were able to walk away just like Marc had done

Once again your father knew he couldn’t stop his other child from walking away so instead he gave you a bit of money and went home, not without a goodbye of course

And with that you were finally out in the world away from that hell you had called home for so many years

You hadn’t heard of Marc in a very long time and you didn’t really know what to do

But unbeknown to you ever since Marc had become the avatar of Konchu he had always made sure to at least twice a week (often more) check that you were okay, especially when you still lived with your parents

Ultimately you ended up moving to London, studying at one of the best schools

You got a job at the library close by your apartment and actually got a pretty good amount of money from it, it was enough to get you by

So one day when Steven walked into the library to loan a book you didn’t know it was him

You hadn’t seen Marc or Steven in a very long time and had no idea how they looked now, as you never even went to your mothers funeral

Of course you knew Steven you had met him a few times as a kid when Marc still lived at home, he was the one who used to read to you every night if Marc had a really bad day that day, and you had seemed to love when Steven read to you as he read with such enthusiasm and excitement

Though eventually you figured out that it was them

And let just say you were angry

Marc had literally left with Steven without contacting you in any way possible

Turns out Steven had thought he talked to you every day but he wasn’t as well as he never talked to your mother either

So that left you angry at Marc, you thought he had died

But when Marc talked to you about it he also told you that if he wanted you to be safe Konchu had told him that you and Gina couldn’t be in contact

After that the two of you tried to slowly mend together your relationship

It had its ups and downs but eventually you all made it work

Even Konchu let the two of you be, for some reason he liked you and couldn’t bare to see you sad, and well for some reason you could see him (he thought it could be because you and Marc shared blood, but none of you ever truly figured it out)

One of the strongest memories of these times I think would be the first time you saw Marc fight with the Moon Knight suit

You had nearly been mugged by a few thieves while going to the store late at night bc you had to go buy something (idk what)

That was when Moon Knight showed up and beat the crap out of the guy until Steven were able to stop Marc, as he reminded Marc that you were in fact still there watching everything

So Marc stopped and went over to you instead and comforted you

Turns out a few days later those thieves ended up dead not because of Marc or Steven no because of Jake, who you had actually never met before

After that night you were a bit scared at first as it had reminded you of your mother but eventually after a lot of promises for Marc about not killing people while you were close by, and a lot of cuddles from Marc as well it all turned out okay

Eventually you guys moved into the same apartment as Marc was like your guardian at the moment

Turns out it was one of the best things you ever did

Marc usually bought you some kind of snack and often times he made Stevn come home with something from the museum as it turns out after seeing Konchu for the first time you got fascinated by Egyptian mythology

Turns out Marc is better at cooking food than you are

And now you had someone to help you with your homework, and this time around in school you didn’t need to bother about getting the highest grade, it didn’t matter if you were best in your class or not as you didn’t need to try and get your mothers attention, or to try and make her proud

And all of this was a very big relief

A lot of pranks were pulled on Konchu by you and Marc, or you and Konchu pulled pranks on Marc after all you never really got to do that as a child

And Marc had brought back some of your childhood for you that you had missed out on, all those thing that other kids used to do that you never could, well Marc made sure that you could have your freedom now

Overall you and Marc have the best sibling bond

And eventually Steven and Jake became your siblings as well

+ you met Layla sometime on the way and the two of you always go against Marc with each other

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letarasstuff · 2 years

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Stormy Nights might include new Meetings

(A/N): This sat in my drafts since July. Thank you so much for @madlencen for beta reading and your feedback. This also plays in the same universe as my other moon knight fics

Summary: Marc's cousin's daughter, who lives with them, finally gets to meet Jake Lockley. Who has to calm her from a panic attack first.

Warnings: Panic attack, description of a dysfunctional home life before the reader came to Marc, Steven, Layla and Jake, alcohol and drunks (mentions), lemme know when there is more

Wordcount: 1.4k

✨Masterlist✨ __________________________ (Y/N) has been on edge for the past couple of days for several reasons.

One of those being that ever since Marc and Steven work on functioning and communicating better as a system in therapy, they discover a third alter living among them. The teenager has yet to meet them, but she knows that Layla occasionally tags along to the system’s therapy sessions to learn how to support them better. That’s why she assumes that she will soon be introduced to the third alter. Hopefully.

Another reason is the weather. For a week or two now all weather channels forecast a big thunderstorm.

Growing up in an unstable home, (Y/N) learned to associate her home situation with the weather. Associate as in “it reminds her”. Actually, a thunderstorm is a good analogy to how things at home as the child of two emotionally unstable adults worked.

Suddenly, there is a certain tension in the air. Something that has been brewing for quite some time. For so long that the only way to get it out is by a loud bang and many other clashes.

You feel two powers trying to win. What is certain is that something like this is not winnable.

Clouds begin to darken the day, a sign of what you have to expect that night. As soon as you are able to, you check on your resources. Are you able to survive the night with what you have in your room or do you need to stock up on snacks, water, anything?

Quicker than anticipated, but not completely unexpected, the thunder starts. It’s just a rumbling in the distance at first. Still, you know it’s either now or never. You start to back out and hide in your room, locking your door behind you.

As the noise gets louder, you hole up under the covers. Maybe it helps and will muffle the clamor?

No such luck. You hear everything loud and clear. You ask yourself why. Why does it need to storm? Can’t life go on without it? Can’t it be prevented? You are just a child. Other children are able to grow up in worlds with just sunshine and occasional rain. Meanwhile you live through thunderstorms like these nearly weekly.

But something that is nearly worse than the thunder itself is the aftermath. The desolation outside after the storm wreaked havoc. Only being able to imagine what must have happened.

Fights between your parents were always something that left you shaking, witnessing every word and every noise. Every scream, every bang, every cry.

And the state of what should be a place of calmness and security -what in reality is now a battlefield of some sorts- is the foundation of issues in a child you can only resolve by talking. But like we established, talking things through wasn’t something that was practiced at this place. Never was and never will.

So yeah, this is why (Y/N) was on edge over the past few days. The fact that both Layla and Marc are out running errands separately isn’t doing anything for her. Especially since it started to rumpel in the distance.

Being unsure of when they are set to arrive, (Y/N) builts a little fortress of security in her room. Since there is nobody home to help her with the overwhelming feelings of angst and hurt from all the words she heard her parents shout at each other and being unable to forget them during such triggering times, the mountain of pillows and blankets are supposed to be a figure of comfort for her inner child.

But laying there, with a stuffie closely pressed to her chest, doesn’t really bring the desired results. In the end, it does even the opposite. Because now the teen isn’t able to get any kind of distraction while being hidden under her blanket and can only listen to the storm outside.

Thunder rumbles left and right, not really letting off for a second or so of silence. Lightning bolts crash through the dark sky, plunging the whole neighborhood in an eye-hurting bright flash.

Panic starts to settle in her chest, making it more difficult to breathe by every passing second. In an effort to drown out the noise and light (Y/N) tightens the blanket around her head.

In her shivering state, the teen doesn’t register the sound of the front door opening and closing, too focused on trying to discern whether or not the storm is getting quieter.

In the condition of anxiety and panic, she has found herself, (Y/N) just starts to cry.

But she doesn’t cry because of the angst.

She cries after her childhood. After all the good memories that are tinted by the awful nights of screaming matches and nasty insults.

She cries, because she isn’t able to make those memories good again. Whenever (Y/N) tries to make them a comfort, there is always a bitter sweet taste to them. The happiness is always overshadowed by the nights of terror, of dismay,

In her despair, a sudden set of arms pulls her into a deep pressuring hug. All the scared thoughts start to dissipate by the warmth and comfort brought to her by the atmosphere of the men she learned to love over the past few months.

As the thoughts slow down and the ever raging storm outside becomes one of many background noises, (Y/N) breaks the silence between them. “Thank you.” She whispers.

“No hay problema” (No problem), he answers in a husky voice.

Startled by the unfamiliar cadence and pitch, the teen sits up and gives him a good look over. She is not scared of him - the third party - in any way. Marc, Steven and Layla wouldn’t let him get even close to their entrusted child, if there is just the hint of any danger,

“Hi”, she says softly with a smile, “I’m (Y/N), Marc’s cousin’s daughter. I live here for the time being until my dad decides he is man enough to take care of me again.”

The man, who musters her with a wary look, gets up and takes a seat on the twin bed. “Hola, my name is Jake. Jake Lockley. I know who you are. The other two hadn’t shut up once after they finally noticed me. Wanted to update me on the current status of their life. But I knew you already. I know you from those weird family gatherings. Good thing you’re here now, cariño.” (dear/honey)

They let silence wash over them again, giving the two space to think about the current situation.

“Will you be here more often now?” Jake looks up to her. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll be here as often as you want me to and we are able arrange that.” His look is solemn, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

It’s true, he has known (Y/N) since she was a small child. Of course, she only knew him as Marc. But still, at those family gatherings, when the alcohol was flowing too freely for his liking with the amount of children that were running around between swaying adults.

In this moment he swore to himself to keep an eye out for that one child, who seemed used to situations like this. It takes a victim to spot a victim.

“I want to get to know you. Only if you want to, that is.” (Y/N) tries to avoid his glance. Suddenly, the string on her jumper’s hem is pretty interesting.

Unfortunately, by that she missed one of the rare smiles a Jake Lockley smiles. A little shame. But he is happy by her admission. She wants to get to know him. Something in Jake is relieved. Or it’s the part that’s intertwined with his other alters.

Speaking of them, they play fly on the wall. One still keeping a watchful eye. The other has heart eyes. Decide for yourself, who is who.

“So then this is set? Do we have like, a little picnic? Go and watch a baseball game? Have a play fight? Cooking together?” He shakes his head, amusement present on his face. Jake is sure they will get along greatly.

In the end they just started talking, sharing stories. Matching stories. Working out all the times they already had met. Just, living in the moment.

And just like that, the storm outside calms down just like the storm inside.

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