#like. basically Marc putting up a front but hes still doing it

[robocops-a-christ-allegory]

Ive been being nice but too many people are saying this is the best moonknight run theres ever been so Im posting these panels out of context

Stop making him talk like this Jed hes at least 40.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hi Fen! Hope you're doing well <3

I've been having such a hard time going to sleep lately and I was wondering if the moon boys ever have that problem - when they're not trying to stay up that is. So what do you think? Do any of them have trouble falling asleep? What do they do when that happens? And how do you think they'd help a Reader who couldn't fall asleep?

I’m so sorry you’re having trouble sleeping! (And that it’s taken me so long to reply) I hope you're doing better now <3

Rating: PG  Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: brief mention to sex

Steven

Doesn’t have trouble sleeping, and can go to sleep quite easily when he’s not fighting it AND when Marc isn’t co-fronting (Marc’s sleeping issues bleed over into Steven).

When you can’t sleep though Steven is more than happy to stay up with you.

“Spend most of my adult life on 2 hours of sleep a day, didn't I? Yes. So this isn’t even water off a duck’s back, this is air off a duck’s back, this is not even noticeable love.” 

Will suggest lots of different things to do: reading (he will read to you if you want to try to sleep), watch something, listen to music, go on a weird London at 3:30am walk, “the night tube is running and we could go to 24 hour karaoke in Soho?”, “did you know these libraries are open at 4am?”, “I know a 24 gym that has a pool, we could go swimming!”, “Beckenham Place Park actually has open water swimming, I bet we’d be the only ones there! But I’m gonna wear a nose clip because I don’t want possible brain-eating amoeba up my nose, do I? No.” Proceeds to tell you a documentary's worth of information about Naegleria fowleri and how it was found in 1978 in Bath, so “yes it is in the UK Marc.”

Basically he’s full of ideas about where to go in the middle of the night that’s open because that’s what he used to do when he was trying not to sleep. (Also it’s nice to do things when there’s not so many people about.) 

Will suggest driving to a spot he knows outside of London where there’s less light pollution to look at the stars. Will wake up Jake to do the driving. Will bully the hell out of Khonshu if the sky isn’t clear. (And will make him get rid of the cloud.) 

100% would ask if you would like him to fuck you to sleep.

Marc

He’s not asleep either. 

Usually gets Steven or Jake to fall asleep for him.

However, if they’re already asleep, or not available, he goes with the ‘I am laying down with my eyes closed, because it’s still resting’ philosophy. 

He tries not to toss and turn a lot, but he does bless him. 

Has tried to drink himself to sleep on several occasions. 

Doesn’t like to see you having trouble sleeping at all and spends ages fussing over you. 

Fluffs the pillows, gets extra blankets, gets less blankets, turns the heating on, gets the fan out, will run you a bath and put all the lavender stuff in and make you 500 herbal teas, then change the bed covers. 

Will offer to sleep on the sofa or the floor so he doesn’t disturb you while you’re trying to sleep. (Then apologies when you obviously hate the idea of him being away from you.)

Is giving ALL the cuddles, however you want them. Will lay in the most uncomfortable position for himself for you to be comfy (will not tell you the position is uncomfortable for him.)

Tells you the most outrageously made up stories in quiet hushed tones to help lull you to sleep and then acts mock offended if you doubt that anything he says didn’t really happen.

Makes you cum on his mouth repeatedly until you’re so exhausted you have no choice but to fall asleep.

Jake

Can actually fall asleep anywhere at any time. 

I still firmly believe that before Steven and Marc know about him he would front just to go to sleep because they are so bad at getting some shut eye and constantly run the body into the ground.

Has melatonin tablets and a whole pharmacy's worth of sleeping aids to share. 

Will 100% take you for a drive to try to get you to fall asleep (or just to take you somewhere if you want, or if Steven has woken him up to drive.)

“Jake, I need you to drive to-”

“Steven… It's bedtime, time for sleep. No driving.”

“Oh, but S/O is having trouble sleeping and-”

Jake is already out of bed with his car keys in hand.

Will offer to be your weighted blanket and lay all over you. 

Says he will threaten Khonshu to keep the sun down so you can rest if it takes you a while to get to sleep. 

Tries to (lovingly) bore you to sleep by counting sheep out loud and in detail. “This one is a Merino sheep, the ones that are very fluffy. Her name is Harold. She likes grass, but not clover. Which is unusual for a sheep. So that’s one so far, one sheep. Now this next one is…”

Doesn’t offer sexy times because he doesn’t want to be pushy, however if you suggest it he’s happily all over you.

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Blossoms & Whiskers

prompt: painting

pairing: jake lockley x f!reader

contents: anxiety, a couple kisses, avoidant love confessions

wc: 1.1k

an: the first of hopefully many promotional fics for the @moonknight-events’ bingo @juneknight & i have going on right now. DISCLAIMER: as a event runner i will not be entered in the drawing for prizes. this is promotional only.

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As soon as you enter the flat you know who’s fronting. There’s the faint smell of paint wafting through the space and the covered canvas that Jake keeps easeled in the living room is gone. The window to the fire escape is open and there’s a mason jar full of murky water in your view. His hand appears, dipping and swirling the brush.

“Jake?” You yell as you kick off your shoes and hang up your light jacket.

“Out here. I’ll be in in 20,” He calls back distractedly through the window, hand disappearing.

You’d never seen Jake paint, it was something he’d picked up in the last few months and something preferred to do on his own, like many other things in his life. But, you always like to imagine the expression on his face. Brown eyes under a furrowed brow, intense and scrutinizing as always. His nose scrunched in concentration, the tip of tongue sticking out the corner of his full mouth like it does when the two of you play Jenga. The lines he paints are as sharp and precise as the lines of his body.

You peg him for a structured modernist, dependent on clear contrast and definite shapes. One day you hope to no longer guess, you hope that he’ll share even the smallest bit of his art with you.

You decide to take a quick shower and put on a kettle for some tea. By the time he’s slinking through the window carefully with the canvas, you’re curled up on the couch with a book. His eyes linger on you, enjoying how incredibly cozy you look.

“Took longer than expected,” He explains as he sets the painting back on the easel, turning it away from you.

You don't look up when you respond, “It's alright, honey. Cover it up and come snuggle.”

Jake is quiet for a handful of moments, unmoving. Finally he says, “It's finished.”

Your eyes freeze on the page, but you don’t move. Your interest in piqued. “Oh?”

“It’s for you. I’d like you to see it.”

“Are you sure?” You ask gently.

“I’m sure. Always sure about you,” He adds his voice is still quiet, but firm.

You grin, throwing your book on the floor as you stand, uncaring about what page you were on. Jake was sharing this with you. For a moment you wonder if he’s shared this with Marc or Steven at all– they’d mentioned giving his privacy. But if he was sharing this with you, certainly he’d shared it with them.

“Eyes closed,” He instructs, and you quickly follow suit. “Good girl.”

With your eyes covered, you can hear your own breath more clearly, hear the quiet drag of the easel against the wood floor. Hear his quiet, even steps.

His hands come to rest on your waist, and you feel his mouth brush the shell of your ear as he whispers. “Open for me.”

You open your eyes to rows upon rows of your favorite flower. The sun hangs low in the sky, just beginning to dip below the horizon, a few clouds dotting around. It’s much brighter than you ever imagined. Jake is a conglomerate of neutrals and darks, leather and basics. To see so much color, such an obvious lightness from his own hands stuns you. As you take more in, you see a black cat frolicking through the stems, batting at one of the flowers. Its eyes shine mischievously.

It’s your turn to fall quiet, your eyes whisking over the canvas time and time again, drinking in all you can.

“Don’t comment too quickly,” He says dryly, his hands squeezing your hips.

“Oh, Jake, its beautiful,” You breathe softly, taking a small step forward to examine it in further detail, wanting to see each and every stroke.

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, that comfortable warmth that you bring to his chest multiplying tenfold. “You think so?” He asks, trying to sound noncommittal.

“I know so. Is this cat supposed to be ours?” You point to it, grinning up at him. He’d mentioned his want for cat a few times, but it wouldn’t be a possibility until the lease was up so that you all could move to a pet friendly place.

Jake hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering to you before they return to the canvas. Jake was the last of the boys to come around. Your relationship is the newest, and though it is no less sweet, no less passionate sometimes he struggles to be open with you. You’re patient, knowing that every piece of the man standing beside you is worth waiting for.

“It's supposed to be me,” He admits quietly.

“You?”

“The cat is me, and everything else…is you.”

“Me?”

He grows quiet again, trying to figure out what to say. He so desperately wants you to understand. You gaze up at him, watching as he mulls things over, gathering up the words to tell you what this all means to him. What you mean to him.

“Its me, basking in everything that is you. You love the sunset, you love pointing out shapes in the clouds. You love these flowers. There’s more there, more intention that I could explain. But I hope that one day, the cat, that you’ll—“ He stops, realizing that he’d got too carried away. He was about to show all his cards.

You raise a hand to cup his cheek tenderly, “I do. I do already, Jake. It’s easy.”

His gaze grows more intense as he studies you, searching for any dishonesty. There’s not a drop in your eyes. “Me too.”

Jake didn’t know it could be this easy. Sure neither of you have said the words outright, but he can feel it in the way you look at him right now. You lean in, closing the gap between you to press a soft kiss to his mouth before, one he gets lost in. And when you pull away, you simply turn back to the painting. Your hands reach out, fingers wiggling and his hand darts out, grasping yours.

“It’s still wet,” He reminds you, squeezing your hand gently before he lets it go.

“Right, sorry,” You murmur sheepishly.

All of this has you feeling a little shy— held but with hands that are afraid you’ll break. You could ask him to say it, you could say it yourself but you know that things are the slowest with him. Sometimes you have to treat him like the cat he’s painted. He’ll spook easily, retreating into solitude.

You tuck the idea of asking for more in your back pocket. Another time. Instead you ask, “So…where are we hanging it?”

Jake relaxes. He knows your thinking face, could see you weighing the pros and cons. It feels good to know how you feel about him and even better to know how well you know him.

He drops a kiss on your forehead before moving towards the fireplace. “I was thinkin’ here.”

“I’ll go get those sticky strip thingies,” You say, marching towards the closer that holds everything from spare linens, holiday decorations and yes— sticky strip thingies.

“Command strips,” Jake corrects you, snorting softly under his breath.

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[tyblackthornsheadphones]

Hiya! Maybe some hurt and comfort fic with the moon boys after the reader got hurt in a street scuffle thing? :)

i reread this only once and yes, i did notice the inconsistent verb tenses but honestly i don’t have the energy to go back and change it. i tried to keep physical descriptions of the reader to a minimum so it should be gender neutral and any race. if not, please let me know so i can fix it.

i also kind of forgot the reader was supposed to be hurt and wrote it more emotional but i hope it’s fine anyway. (i’m so bad at following requests i’m so sorry)

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the two men had come out of nowhere, forcing you into an alleyway under the dark cover of the night. your only comfort was the thought that your boys were watching the city for these exact types of people, maybe they would come save you. and if you managed to hold off the two men for just long enough, you could get out of this alive.

you weren’t a fighter. marc had taught you basic self-defence, but even so you wouldn’t have been able to take on two big, buff men with guns and eyes that spoke of deranged thoughts and lack of care for any life but their own.

the rest was a blur. a white caped hero throwing punches, a body jumping in front of your own, blood on the concrete and on gloved hands.

“let’s get you home, amor.”

jake was angry, you could hear it in his tone, but you were still frozen in fear from the encounter, your mind buzzing yet simultaneously unable to string together any coherent thoughts. so you didn’t respond, and he carried you home in his arms, jumping into the loft through the window you always kept open for him on nights like these, the one you’d forgotten to close before leaving.

you have a routine for when your boys come back from their duties as moonknight. the suit heals their wounds, but it doesn’t wash away the blood. you run a warm cloth over their skin until the blood and grime is all washed off, a slow repetitive process that gives their mind the time to deal with the violence they committed and store away the memories somewhere far back.

it’s easy to let your muscle memory take over.

“you don’t have to do that tonight,” jake says, “let us take care of you. we want to make sure you’re alright after that.”

you shake your head. there’s still a part of you that’s numb, and you don’t think you could put your feelings into words, you don’t think there’s any real way to voice the way you were convinced you were going to die, the way your brain flashed through everything you regret and your friends you haven’t seen in a while and the goals you’d never accomplish.

the suit falls away and it’s just your jake. not the hero of london or the fist of vengeance, just your worried boyfriend.

you clean his knuckles of the blood that always somehow manages to seep through the bandages that make up their suit. his body tenses, and when you look up, you meet marc’s eyes. his jaw is clenched in a way that you recognise, he wants to speak but doesn’t quite know how to say it, he’s worried talking about it might not be what you need right now.

“i’m sorry,” you say finally, “for going out. a friend needed my help and i thought i could walk back home after. i didn’t think…”

“not your fault,” marc replies, “we should’ve gotten them before they even had the chance to touch you.”

“it’s not your fault either, you know,” you put the dirty cloth down.

he shakes his head. there’s no point in having this argument, it’s the same every time. you argue that it’s impossible to save everyone, that london is a huge city and they’re just one body that can only accomplish so much. marc’s dumb guilty conscience convinces him that any person he can’t save in time is blood on his hands, not the fault of the criminals who committed the act, but his for not being able to save them.

you understand why, and the fights always come back to the same thing.

the last remnants of adrenaline are fading and your hands grow shaky. marc leads you to bed, but you know this is the part where he leaves, back into the headspace while one of the others (usually steven) hold you under the safety of the blankets. he likes to take care of you, to provide, but he still struggles to be soft.

“i was so scared,” you finally admit when the lights are turned off and the room is dark and the boys can’t see your face. it’s easier to admit when you don’t have to look into the eyes of the men who act as london’s protectors, constantly in dangerous situations. you don’t have to deal with the feelings of inferiority, like comparing yourself to marc’s strong and brave ex-wife who would surely have been able to defend herself.

you don’t even know which one is fronting. maybe they all are. when the tears start to fall, all you care about is the comforting familiarity of the strong arms around you and the scent of the men you love.

[moonshynecybin]

expand on your marc/bezz thoughts please callie i want to hear everythinggggg

what a fucking. a/b/o ass podium. truly insane dynamics on display on all fronts UMMMM. so. the only. scenario where i can see anything like this happening in marc’s crazy little hot girl mind. is if he is triangulating his desire for vale through his little protege. like the thesis of this is. alpha bezz juuuuuuust understanding his sexuality here confronted with. the wettest happiest neediest omega the world has ever seen. anyways under the cut she got. LONG ♥️

so. BASICALLY. in my mind palace marc was on heat suppressants off the shits for yearrrrrs until his arm kind of made him go cold turkey because they interfered with his pain meds (giving up control over his heats ANOTHER thing marc hates so bad about it all) and vale shows up in the paddock for the first time since marc left the murderbike to a place where marc is FINALLYYYY catching a whiff of happiness after four miserable years (portimao alsooooo compelling, but marc is now like, EYE think a lot less anxious on the bike) and marc’s biological clock decides he’s safe, realizes his alpha is in proximity (wind changes and his knees feel like jelly), and goes off like five alarm claxon sirens like YOUR DICK APPOINTMENT HAS ARRIVEDDDD. truly marc smells insane he LOOKS insane the wet patches on the racetrack on saturday where allegedly from rain but NEVER rule out that they were actually a result of marc marquez’s wap

but despite every alpha in the paddock being like IS THAT ALLOWED?? marc is like. he is stillllll learning to respect his body still yearning to put everything on the line for another taste of that top step JUST got to a place where he feels like hes adapting to the bike and gaining confidence. he literally got POLE in the SPANISHHH GRAND PRIX, thats an insane carrot on a stick for our little guy who is so wrong in the head <3 and marc has always been a guy who needs to contextualize his suffering as a narrative arc to cope with it all so hes veryyyyyy aware of the sway a weekend like this can have in terms of his confidence! AND his career! and when he crashes in the sprint he looks at his hands and SERIOUSLY considers not going for it (allllll of the injury stuff. again it’s JEREZ. and the body keeps the SCORE !!) but it’s marc and its spainnnnnn, so he spends the night before the race going through his first heat since he was 15 ALONE and feeling absolutely out of his fucking MIND. (valentino rossi inside the same square mile or so as him and he wants to pick up the phone and call him so bad he wants 2 CRY. three fingers deep in himself one of vale's hoodies from 2014 spread out on the bed and it’s not enoughhhh). but the night passes. and its sunday and he's not 100% out of it but! hes insane in the pussy and he actually feels a bit clearer. still smells crazy but less shaky and ALWAYS determined. so he races!!!

AND BEZZ. oh boy. synthesizing the thoughts of many scholars on this topic. bezz is somewhat newly single VERY newly aware of his sexuality AND the kind of alpha that sees a hot omega who is CLEARLY in heat without a partner and feels crazy. dogboy 9000%. what do you MEAN no one is taking care of him?? jennifer lawrence voice. what do you mean. what do you meannnnnn. a service top realizing no one is SERVICING marc and as such becoming wildly horny AND itchy under the collar without being able to name exactly why. base instincts are going CRAZY while pecco is politely ignoring it all.

so bez is out of his head but just barelyyyy realizing it. mostly just kind of knows that he wants marc 2 pay attention to him so bad. soso bad. clumsy a little embarrassing. truly WATCH the cooldown room video bezz is constantly asking marc little questions and touching him and trying to get him into the conversation (staring at marc waiting for him to talk and marc does not!) like bezz is going right through pecco (his homoerotic bestie of OUR fiance and straddling in parc ferme fame) to BLAST marc in the face on the podium. he is specifically going to HIM to clink champagne bottles. he is staring at marc in the press conference giving him the up and down like a horny psycho. he is complimenting his riding and licking his lips and touching marc's waist and tracing his lil finger over the part of marc that USED TO BE HURT with the careful tenderness of someone MUCH more familiar with marc than he is lmao. truly. cunt struck. scenting him off IMPOLITELY. friendship ENDED with heterosexuality marc marquez's ass is now my hypothetical best friend. if no one will top him then EYE WILL. behavior!!!

but marc is ATTEMPTING to nobly IGNORE this... aware he's in heat (its burned off a bit, for the time being, after the adrenaline of the race... mellowed out to edgy horniness...) and aware bezz is an alpha and he can SMELL how interested he is and. well the attention is interesting and feels good and the base part of his stomach that likes feeling hot enjoys the way bezz smell is tugging at him BUTTT he's taken!! like not really but he ISSSSS!! so hes ignoring bezz keeping his eyes determinedly on that screen watching the overtake he tried on pecco... but the paddock is tiny and after the race marc decides to go out and celebrate and. hes horny and happy and a lil bit keyed up from vale being there and. as fate would have it. he lands at the same bar that the academy crew is rolling at. and bezz is there and. he comes up to marc. and sort of. clumsily tries to talk to him. buy him a drink. and hes young and hes charming and marc is going to cut him loose as gracefully as he can and fuck off to ride out the rest of his heat in peace but. bezz cracks a joke in his lilting italian accent (marc has a FETISHHH) and marc barks out a jajajaja cackle before he can help it (everyone. says one of the ways bezz is most like vale is his HUMORRR)... and marc is DRUNK and bezz is SWEET and TOUCHING HIM and he smells GOOD and also. when marc closes his eyes he can catch a whiff of VALE on bezz's SKIN... and it curls into his chest and makes something in his heat addled brain settle in a way he's been craving all weekend... lighting him up and holding him down in a way that clutching onto that hoody that doesnt smell like vale anymore three fingers deep in himself didnt... and its justtttt enough to let bezz take him home....

[romanarose]

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Marc Spector x GN!reader

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Summary: Marc and you enjoy rough sex, but when Marc asks you to try something new, it quickly goes downhill.

Warnings and Content: reverences to BDSM, Dom/sub, whipping with a belt, Marc's abusive childhood, references to self-harm in the past, mention of self-harm scars, just.... a lot of talk about self-harm. Misuse of BDSM. Breach of trust in a D/s dynamic, miscommunication. This isn't meant to be a perfect or even good D/s relationship or relationship in general. this is a relationship that is struggling right now. Don't look to fanfiction for sex and relationship advice. Marc is self-destructing, reader isn't the best at handling it but the are trying. Lots of crying lmfao. If I miss anything LMK but really this is a proceed at your own caution situation as I've at least laid out the basic themes.

Immersability: Marc can pick up reader. I think that's it? I usually write Fem!reader but there really wasn't a reason to make this fem so I put GN!reader this time. If I accidentally fem coded something lmk.

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“Are you ready to talk about it?”

Marc looked up from his food he had barely eaten. You’d made him his favorite: chicken strips and fries. Marc was a picky eater due to his sensory issues so you were happy to have simple little meals when Marc was fronting for dinner. He’d been absent for a few days, only fronting when Steven and Jake insisted. You’d been worried, after all. The last night you and Marc had together hadn’t ended well, and you wanted to talk to him.

*

“That’s it, I’m calling it.” You said, climbing off the back of Marc’s legs that you had been stradling and quickly pulled on your robe.

“I- what?” The panic in Marc’s voice was evident. You and Marc… liked things rough, but unlike you and Jake, it was you who was the dominant in this dynamic. You and Marc had been doing things like this for a while, clearly defined boundaries and safewords and communication had made a smooth going of things. Marc had been having a bit of a tough time lately so you had stuck to regular love-making, but tonight he had come to you with a request to try something new. He wanted you to use a belt on him.

“Something’s wrong, Marc.”

His face was still in the mattress, face down, but lift enough to speak without looking at you. “I didn’t use the safeword?” It was more a question than a statement.

“Well, I am. Red, on your behalf.” You weren’t super into the idea of using a belt on him, but you weren’t uncomfortable, and since it was something he wanted, you decided to give it a try. Pretty quickly, you didn’t think it was going to happen again but you intended on seeing it through. Marc usually whimpered and yelped during sex, but you could tell his pleasure even still… something told you this was different. This was wrong. He didn’t use his safe word, but he didn’t need to. You knew him.

“I’m fine-”

“Turn over” You instruct, and when he doesn’t you nudge him over gently. Your heart hurts at the tears in his eyes, but his boxer briefs tell you what you suspected. His erection was gone. “Marc…”

Immediately, his lip quivers, breath shaky and he sputters out apologies and you remember your job. It’s not to chastise him, not to question him. Not right now. Right now you need to take care of him.

First was reassurance. “Hey, hey baby,” You cup his face. “It’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

Second was always his weighted blanket. He didn’t usually sleep with it, so you kept it under the bed for any time he needed the pressure.

Third depended. If he needed anything medical or was hurt, that was next, but you didn’t think what you had done was too bad (your hesitant actions didn’t lead to anything harsh and you had been researching and reaching out to others on how to do this correctly.). Right now, Marc needed to calm down. With tears wetting his cheeks and his anxiety over thinking he ruined the scene, he needed reassurance next. 

“Can I lay with you?” You ask as you tuck the blanket over him the way he likes. When he nodded, you lie down beside him. “The usual?” He nodded again, and you place yourself how you usually did. You lay on his chest, arms holding him, right leg bent over his, adding to the weight of the blanket.

“You didn’t do a thing wrong, Marc. You were perfect, this is me, okay? My choice to end it.”

You stay like that for a while before asking to check his back when his breathing was normal. He nodded again and you knew he wasn’t going to be talking the rest of the night. That was okay, you knew how to communicate without words. Marc rolls over, and you see you were correct; not much as far as wounds. You ice him and gently rub aloe vera ointment over the small welts. Once that was done, you help him in dressing in his most comfortable pj’s and resume your previous position until he fell asleep.

You woke up to Steven that morning.

*

“Talk about what?” Marc tried to deflect, but you cocked your head to the side and raised your eyebrows.

“The other night, Marc. We need to talk about it.”

He avoided your eyes again and mumbled. “I wasn’t the one who safworded.”

You couldn’t help but sigh. “Marc, honey, please? I wanna talk about it so I know what I did wrong-”

His eyes flicked up, his tone harsher than you were used to. “Only thing you did wrong was safeword.”

Taken aback, you feel your chest tightening with anxiety at the argument bubbling. You want to dial it back, but the implication of his words hurt. “Marc… I’m allow to use the safe word too”

Immediately he looked regretful. “No- that’s not what I meant, fuck, sorry…” You gave him a second to regain his thoughts. “I just meant you shouldn’t have done it for me.”

You soften, understanding what he meant. “Baby, you were clearly uncomfortable, and that makes me uncomfortable.” 

“I was fine!” He snapped, yelling at you and you see it right away when Jake takes over. “Lo siento, amor.”

“It’s okay, Jake.” But it was clear that his shouting hurt your feelings.

“He shouldn’t yell at you like that.” Jake began eating the chicken. One thing about Jake is he’s going to take care of Marc, and that includes eating when Marc won’t.

“We’ve been… going through a little bit of a rough patch…” You conceded, admitting it to yourself for the first time. The last month with Marc had been hard. He was drifting, and you couldn’t figure out how to stop it. 

“It’s not you. He loves you very much.”

“I know he does, I love him.”

“I know.” Jake stuffed his mouth full of chicken. “I told him it wasn’t a good idea to reenact his moms abuse, but he never listens to me.”

That caught your attention. “Wait, what?” You weren’t stupid. You knew his enjoyment of rough sex probably had something to do with his childhood, but Marc didn’t divulge much other than his mom physically abused him.

“Oh great, Marc’s yelling at me now, I guess he never told you his mom whipped-” Marc took the body back. “SHUT UP!” He screamed with eyes pinched shut. You sat in silence until they opened again. When he saw you looking at him with wide eyes, he spoke quietly. “Sorry, I didn’t think… I didn’t realize I was in control again…”

“It’s okay…” You whisper. “Marc… what was Jake gonna say.”

Marc sighed, closing his eyes I think you know.

You did, but you wanted him to say it.

“Marc?” Your voice was shaking and seemed so distant from you as you slowly realized what happened, what he had done. What he had made you do.

“She whipped me with a belt.” Marc’s face was deadset, the look he gave when he was trying so hard not to show emotion, but the heavy rise and fall of his chest always gave it away.

You stand up suddenly. “Marc…” stepping backwards as Marc stands with you, you try to get distance  from him, disgust with yourself permeating your bones.

“Marc…”

“Baby, it’s not what you think-” He held out his hand to calm you but your body began to curl in on itself, horrified as you wrap your arms around your waist.

“Were you using me to self harm?”

Horror washed over his face. “No! No that’s not it!”

“But you were! You were using me to hurt yourself, to punish yourself! That’s sick, Marc! Sick!” You couldn’t believe he’d made you an accomplice in his battle against himself.

“It’s not like that, I swear!”

“Making me into your mother, Marc? How could you use me like that?” The tears were welling in your eyes, hurt and self-loathing swelling your thoughts. 

“Baby…” Marc looked like he was about to cry himself. “It’s not- it’s not that big a deal…” Marc always tried to down play, to refuse help, to refuse to admit when something he’d done hurt you. Not because he didn’t think he was wrong. Marc always thought he was in the wrong. No, it was because he didn’t think he was worth crying over.

“YES IT IS!” In a fit of frustration, you reach for the kitchen knife. Marc didn’t jump, didn’t startle. He knew whatever you were doing, you wouldn’t hurt him. You give him the handle and hold out your wrist. “Cut me.”

He looked as confused as he was horrified. “Wha-”

“Cut me!” A litany of scars riddles your wrist, he knew what asking him to add to it meant.

“No!” Marc set the knife down far away from you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him in concern. “Baby, why would I do that?” He kissed the scars., speaking softly now as you cried freely. “C’mon, your scaring me… are you having urges to hurt yourself again?”

Classic Marc, always more worried about you. “N-o,” You stammer, crying hard as Marc pulls you into a hug. “That’s the point! You’-d-d-d never help me hurt myself, why would you ask me to hurt you like that?” You are crying, legs shaking and you don’t feel you can keep standing.

Marc sinks to the floor with you, holding you close and crying with you. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry.” He held you in his arms for a while until you started to calm down. When you were no longer shaking, Marc lifted you up, carrying you to your bedroom.

First, he reassured you. “You didn’t do anything wrong, baby girl. It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault.”

Next was the weighted blanket. It was a gift from you to the boys, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t sleep under it sometimes.

“Can I lay with you?” He asked, and when you nodded, too tired to speak, he crawled under the blanket with you. “The usual?” You consented, and Marc wrapped you up tight in his arms, leg draped over yours in extra comfort.

Lastly, he whispered more assurances in your ear.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“I shouldn’t have done that to you.”

“Rest, we’ll talk about it later.”

“Everything is going to be alright.”

And you knew it would be. It always would be between you four. Marc just needed help, and he needed to let you help.

Rough sex was out for now. If you couldn’t trust him to use the safe word, you wouldn’t be putting him or yourself in that position. Slowly, Marc opened up and let you, Steven and Jake in, and slowly things got better. It took time, to be sure, and a lot of work on both your parts to repair the trust that was broken, but you loved Marc and Marc loved you.

In the end, Marc was right. Everything was okay.

***************

angsty marc overwhelmingly won my poll. yall like to see a pretty boy cry, huh?

@moonknightly this is the fic i was brainstorming months ago that hurt you so bad lol

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[hopelessrromantix]

content: fingering, top!reader, jake attempts to power bottom, basically no marc I'm sry :/, ignore misspellings pls, I'm high

“You sure he’ll like it?” Steven questioned, looking over his body in the mirror. Though the others weren’t in the mirror, he knew they were still listening in. They were a lot nowadays unless one of them wanted privacy. He wore a matching lace set, one he’d found while getting distracted online.

“When doesn’t he?” Jake questioned, taking over the mirror. His ego was evident in his tone. He ran a hand through his hair, winking at a nervous-looking Steven. Marc rolled his eyes from another mirror on the far wall.

“What if he doesn’t?” the nervous man asked again, looking over himself with an unsure expression.

“If who doesn’t what?” You questioned, appearing from in the door to your bedroom.

The second the question left your lips, you looked over Steven. He looked amazing, lace clinging onto his skin, exposing most of it. You could see the way his small cock pulsed in his panties, the lace not doing much to conceal it. It was complete with a nearly see through bra, one much too thin to hide anything.

You smiled, putting together Steven’s previous statement. “I can confirm he does in fact like it.”

He sighed with relief, watching as you entered the bedroom, walking over to him in front of the mirror. You wrapped your arms around him, leaning into the crook of his neck. You sucked softly, forcing a moan out of Steven’s throat.

“You do?” He checked, allowing hope to cross his features,

“You look amazing, love,” You assured as he slowly melted into you. You ran your hands down his sides, tracing his hips slowly. He pushed himself back into you, his ass resting against your crotch.

He was smiling, though you could tell by the small glares into the mirror that he was talking to one of the others. Likely Jake, if he was getting annoyed.

“Does Jake have a comment?” You asked, still focused on guiding your hands over his body.

“He wants to take my place, but we had an agreement,” Steve complained, glaring into the mirror. You smiled at that.

“Jake can plan his own day,” You promised. “I’d love to see you in this again.” Your eyes fell from his face, tracing his body in the mirror. The lace did nothing to hide his features and only made him look better. As far as you were concerned, this was your new favorite outfit of theres.

Steven was calmer at that, smiling at the way Jake rolled his eyes. “I’m holding him to that,” Jake assured, smiling. Still, he didn’t try to take over, leaving Steven to front while both he and Marc watched on.

You’d grown used to the idea of two others sitting in on nights you spent time with your boyfriend. It was exciting, even. And knowing there were having their own little argument about who you’d get to ruin was nice.

Steven’s whine interrupted your thoughts, “Y/n, please?” His voice was high, eyes gazing at you from the corner of his vision. You hadn’t noticed the way you were gripping him, one hand firmly grasping his waist while the other palmed his middle thigh.

“Not enough for you?” You questioned, fully knowing the answer. Steven shook his head, his eyes silently begging you to do something. “Don’t worry, love.”

You held two fingers to Steven’s mouth, smirked as he took them in without question. You continued to trace up and down his body, stopping at his chest to tweak his nipples. He moaned around you fingers, his tongue swirling around the digits as best he could.

After deciding it was enough, you slid your fingers out of his mouth, moving aside the thin lace panties he wore.

You let one finger sink in, treasuring the way Steven bit down on his lip. Though he wasn’t fully stretched, you were able to slide your finger with ease. You slid another next to it enjoying the moan you got from Steven.

“Please keep going.” He opened his mouth to continue, but you curled your fingers against his prostate, stopping whatever words were going to tumble out of his mouth. The sentence died on his tongue, leaving nothing but moans and whimpers.

You could feel him fluttering around your fingers and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re coming already.” Steven’s low whine was all the response you needed. “Did you think about this before I got here?”

Steven nodded rapidly, his head falling against your shoulder. You moved your fingers rapidly, curling them against his prostate with each thrust.

“Marc fingered himself thinking of you.” Steven revealed. You’d have to keep that one in mind for next time you saw Marc.

“Did he imagine me doing this?” You asked Steven, studying the expression on his face.

This time Steven shook his head. “Said he thought of when you let us ride you,” Steven’s voice was weak, and only got weaker when you added a third finger. “Oh fuck, Sir.” The title made you smirk. Steven’s hand reached back to grip your hip, as if it could convince you to go faster.

“You wanna cum in your panties for me, pretty boy?” You asked, watching Steven’s dick twitch rapidly in his underwear. Steven never needed much help to cum. The first time you’d had sex, he’d ended up cumming in his pants. He was no different now, riled up by simple actions.

He nodded, his moans reassuring you. “Wanna cum for you Sir, please?” He begged with such a pretty tone, his eyes begging you as he pressed quick kisses to your jaw.

“Go ahead, baby boy.”

He did so immediately after, a large wet spot forming at the front of his panties. He went limp in your arms, leaning on you for support.

“You okay there?” You asked after a second, helping him lean up so you could sit down on the bed.

Instead, you were pushed onto the bed by Steven and immediately startled, a hand placed against your chest.

“Better than okay, cariño.”

“I thought I said you should give Steven his own time?” You questioned, eyes narrowing.

Jake shrugged, slowly unbuttoning your pants. He didn’t bother sliding them completely off, just enough to pull your cock out over your boxers.

“Steven can steal you later,” He sank down on you, his mouth falling open as well as yours. He was tight around you and gripping your shoulders tightly as he slid down your length. “Fuck, Sir.”

You didn’t wait for him to adjust, grabbing his hips and bouncing him up and down while thrusting up into him. “Well, if you want to steal time from Steven, you should be happy to take whatever I give you, right?”

Jake nodded, the sudden surge of pleasure too much for him to do much else.

“Good boy.”

[oddballwriter]

Unexpected Addition Part 3: Next Move

Summary: And with the group of mysterious artifact thieves making their next move, you and the boys make a plan and head off to get to their next location and be steps ahead.

Warnings: Marc is still a bit snarky and makes some vaguely rude comments to the reader. There’s some fluff with Jake at the end. 

Author’s Snip: Okay okay okay. I can see that this series is the fan favorite. I’m sorry for neglecting it. /gen And I’m sorry for trying to feed you vampire reader propaganda. /j /lh I will say that actually reading over the past two parts helped make this one. If I’m being honest I don’t really remember what my reason for not making part three was??? Maybe I really was hyper focused on Dwelling in the Night. I hope this suffices. Maybe not, I don’t know.

Notes: Unimportant information but I was listening to the Mandela Catalogue Heaven Says remix on loop while writing this.

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

Word Count: 1,144

It had been some time since the last move of this mysterious group that was collecting paranormal and macabre artifacts. It was honestly a longer waiting game than any of you, including your gods, would have liked. Too still of water sometimes meant that something was happening and you all just hadn't become aware yet. But lo and behold, you manage to catch fresh word of some ritual artifacts in Africa and China just got nabbed.

"They're still moving in the same direction!" you screamed out in joy when you unlocked the flat's door, carrying a bunch of things in your arms. Marc was the one fronting at the time, originally enjoying a televised game of baseball until you started screaming like a mad woman. "What in the world are you screaming about? Who's moving in the same direction?" Marc grumbled, you quickly answered with "The group we've been waiting for. They're finally making a move!" in a joyful voice as you shuffled around to lay out a few things to definitely show and explain to him some master plan that you managed to cook up.

"Can this wait or...?" Marc asks. You glance towards him, having your giddy smile fall at the comment. "Marc, this is part of our mission," you say, "And if my theory is correct then no, it can't." you add.

Marc just shrugs it off and walks towards where you are, where you have a printout of two articles, a map of the world, and a pencil in hand. "Alright. Start talking, and keep it short." Marc prompts. You nod and begin.

"So I already mapped out the spots they already hit before we stopped them. Well, I noticed that they were going in a certain pattern. England, France, Russia, Romina." you explain and list off, though Marc could tell that you had now put a cap on what most likely would have been similar enthusiasm to when you first explained this to Steven. Nevertheless, you go on, now drawing out spots on the map, "But now that China and Africa just got hit by them, that confirms my theory that they were going clockwise and still are.". You do take a moment to comment "It's kind of dumb to still move in the same pattern that you were before though.".

"Maybe they were just betting that laying low would do the trick." Marc suggests. "Then that means we're going to be a few steps ahead of them now." you reply. "That's my girl." Marc could hear Jake praising you from inside his head. Well, at least that means that he's listening to the information, if he's not busy ogling at you that is.

Marc focuses back in on you and what you're saying. He was distracted for a little bit of the rest of your explaining but from what he could gather it was along the lines of that they will continue going in a clockwise path around the world. At some point, the words clear up and you say "So, their next location will be Japan. I mean, that place would basically be their candy store, there's a lot of paranormal and spiritual stuff there.".

Marc thinks over the theory and next location, scanning the marks on the map with his eyes. He quarks a brow when he notices a hole in the theory for Japan being their next stop. "What about India? Don't they have a lot of spiritual stuff there too?" Marc questions. You look at the country printed on the paper saying "Oh, yeah! I knew I missed something in my briefing.", you pick up the article clippings you had printed out. "The theft in Africa and China happened a while ago with China being the last place to be hit. There was a similar time frame with the two of them and the rest of the other locations. So they're most likely already there and in the midst of planning on how to get things there. It would be best to beat them to their next location on their route. In the meantime, we can make our own plan and finally have a way to take them down." you explain, "Like I said, we'll be a few steps ahead of them." you comment.

For a second, your arm almost moves to boop Marc on the nose, but you stop the motion before your finger can actually make contact, "Did they get all that?" you ask as you switch the motion to seem like you were going to point at his head in reference to Steven and Jake. Marc nods, ignoring the habit and pretending that the point was what you were trying to do originally.

"So, I'm guessing that we need to book and pack now and then catch the earliest flight to Japan?" Marc asks, to which you confirm with a nod.

After a long few days of booking, packing, flying in the crack of daylight, and traveling, you finally made it to your hotel in Japan. To say that the two of you were severely tired and jet-lagged from the trip was an understatement. Marc barely noticed the fact that in the room there were actually two beds. He must have started for longer than he thought he did because you interject, saying "The second one is for you and Steven, and Jake if he wants some space." you add before lying down on the other bed.

You figured that after you laid down to sleep of your lag, Marc did the same because after being pretty much unconscious for who knows how long, you're waken up by the weight on the bed shifting and arms wrapping around you. Turning around, you hear Jake's familiar voice say "It's just me, bella durmiente.". You feel his stubble on your neck as he nests his head between the gap while he gets into a spooning position and puts the covers back over you and him.

"In case I want some space my ass." Jake comments with a soft laugh, "Like I'd want to not sleep in the same bed with you when I have the chance." he says as he kisses your shoulder. You smile and roll onto your other side so that you can now face towards him and bury your face in his warm chest. "I know this is a mission and we're meant to plan out how we're going to get a stake on these people, but we can use getting info as a way to see some places." you mention. You feel Jake's chest vibrate as he hums in approval of the idea. "That would be nice." Jake says, "More time for bonding and also having some really nice dates." he remarks.

"We'll see..." you say through a yawn just before falling back asleep with Jake following suit after.

[scarlet-shakedown]

Midnight Suns - Chapter 2

Summary: The Devil gives Johnny his first bounty, but it gets complicated.

TW: Language & Dark Themes

I don’t remember much. It hurt so bad at first but then it was the best feeling I’d ever felt. I was riding. Riding faster than I ever had before. I let him take over and it was like I was free; unchained.

I had to go somewhere. I had this overwhelming feeling like I was late. I pulled myself away from the mirror I had locked my gaze into and stumbled out the front door. I was late and I had to fucking hurry. I hobbled onto the seat of my motorcycle and met my warm bones to its cold handlebars. I felt every rumble that quaked from the bike as if the very soul I sold resided within its engine. I sped out of my driveway and onto the road, shooting straight for the highway. Nothing was going to get in my way and I was determined to arrive on time.

I pushed through the road, blurring my vision from how fast I flew down it. I was going faster and faster and I wasn’t planning on slowing down. I continued along the highway until I saw a man in the middle of the street dressed head to toe in a fancy black suit. He held a marble cane in his hand raised above his feet. As I continued to barrel forward, he calmly loosened his grip, sending the cane to thud against the ground. And with that sudden motion, my motorcycle halted abruptly, sending me flying off it and landing face first in front of him. I stood up quickly and dusted myself off. I instantly recognized the man stood in front of me. I’d managed to forget somehow. Maybe he made me forget.

I met my gaze with his and growled in a deep, gravely voice, “You.. did this to me.”

A beast wearing the flesh of man; the Devil stood before me.

“No, Johnny!” He chuckled. “You did this.”

“You told me.. I could save him.” I hissed regretfully.

“Well unfortunately, I can only save people who want to be saved. Your brother was basically asking to die with those street races.”

I was overwhelmed with anger. I wanted to hurt him worse than he hurt me but I couldn’t move; he wouldn’t let me.

He grinned then blurted his speech, “Now Johnny, if we’re done with this meaningless conversation, I’ve got a job for you. Not a big one! We can call it baby’s first bounty. There’s a werewolf out tonight, but if you look to sky, you’ll see it’s not a full moon. That isn’t supposed to happen. I want you to get on that bike of yours, and go put that mutt down.”

And so I got back on my motorcycle and did just that. I wanted to fight back and tell him to screw himself, but something deep down told me it would be pointless.

After a bit of looking for the monster, I found it scurrying into the woods. I veered off the road and sped right next to the werewolf I was looking for. He was running; it looked like he was running from something before I found him. I jumped from my bike and tackled the beast to the dirt. It looked docile, and wasn’t trying to scratch me or escape, but I had a job to do. I raised my fist, smoldering with heat, ready to end the beast. The creature looked scared, but the empathy I felt quickly vanished. I arched my arm back, ready to plunge my fist into the beast’s heart, when a chunk of metal hit the back of my head, allowing the creature to move to safety.

I looked behind me and saw a man dressed in finely tailored white suit.

“Ooh Lord.” He quickly muttered under his breath.

I was filled with an anger, a deep rooted, ancient rage that was not my own. “Are you God?” I sputtered the words the spirit in me wanted to say.

He quipped back quickly, “Umm.. no, mate. I’m Steven.. w-with a V.”

I quickly looked at the werewolf cowering nearby, with the spirit still speaking through me, “Why do you protect it?”

The spirit wanted me to attack. It felt the presence of souls unjustly ended from within Steven. I tried to fight back but it quickly overpowered me. I lunged towards him.

“Marc, Marc! Do something!” Steven shouted as I leapt forward.

Right before I was able to grab him, he threw a right hook, perfectly landing across my face. I fell to the floor almost immediately after.

I looked at him standing above me, his posture different than before. He muttered to himself, “Jesus.”

Before I blacked out, the spirit spoke one more time, “He’s… won’t… save you.” Then everything went dark.

[temporalbystander]

So @erisluna35 liked my last post and reblogged another. To refamiliarise myself with what they are about I read through their blog. Came across a lot of salt regarding the treatment Chloe got in season 4 and 5 and derision specifically. So it is their fault I am up this late with a very disturbing realisation. Long winded ramble under the cut.

In my original rewrite of the show, you know all the tedious writing of how Faybon interacts with the episodes putting him way more front and centre than an OC should ever be, the big twist, after the paradox thing, was meant to be him realising that, even if we can't influence history, we can influence people. That even though he couldn't stop Monarch or Felix, or stop the akumatisations, him being there did make an impact on the people. Which is where we get to my disturbing realisation about Derision.

Yes I didn't watch the episode but I'm aware of what Kim did because of Chloe pushing him and while I headcanon some things being a bit different, such as the water phobia being solely based around being in a relationship while at the school pool and her and Kim having a very strained relationship afterwards, I more or less accepted it as something plausible.

Same for some of Chloe's "pure evil" characterisation like in Sole crusher. The reason for this? While I only got partway into season one of my actual rewrite and my notes were just things to refer to with some possible Faybon input, my mind still filled in the blanks. Still had Faybon going to class alongside all these students, witnessing all these interactions and having some of his own... But I'm stalling because... I never realised just HOW in-depth my mind had gone. See the invisible thing was just a handwave at the beginning for why he wasn't involved before horrificator. The time paradox was another handwave to explain the invisibility and him being unable to change things. All these things came AFTER I had seen all three seasons and had started coming up with alternative scenarios. So, even though the "drama" has Faybon being overlooked, forgotten, and unaffected by the healing ladybugs, the day to day stuff my brain filled in ignored all of that.

My point? I accepted Chloe as capable of much worse because I'd had Faybon constantly running interference and slowly trying to get her to change. I accepted Kim as able to do such a mean prank because him and Faybon would always but heads and got into many arguments as what is a prank versus what is bullying. I accepted how stressed being the guardian made Marinette because I'd had Faybon helping her get away to transform. I accepted everything the fourth season threw at me because I'd had Faybon basically running around and filling in all the character development and screentime the writers wouldn't give us.

Worst of all? I BELIEVED Chloe was regressing because, chronologically, by the time she starts being uncaring and crueler to everyone? Faybon has learnt about being a paradox and has given up trying to change anything. I accepted a "completely irredeemable" Chloe because, in my mind, that's what would happen without Faybon continuously making an effort. Completely forgetting he was never apart of things in the first place. So, to me, Chloe in season 4 is a result of Faybon being depressed.

But it gets worse. Marinette going overboard with her stalking? Faybon and Alya team up to reel her back in. Adrien just stuck in his room? Faybon breaks him out to spend time with his friends. Luka just Marinette's love interest? He's now Faybon's confidant and gives him the advice he needs to keep going. Zoe... Being a Mary Sue? It's Faybon who talks to her, brainstorms ideas on getting through to Chloe, who listens to her stories about New York and is the first one to figure out her feelings for Marinette and, though she never says it, realises THAT is what made the other prep students in New York bully her. It's Faybon who then helps her spend more time with Rose and Juleka and Marc and Nathaniel. It's Faybon who gives Sabrina the e-mail address of the cute boy she was talking to in the New York special and it's Faybon who comforts her when that falls through.

So many issues in the writing and with the characters that I, seemingly unconsciously, just had Faybon fix. I didn't write any of this down anywhere but it is stuff I know happens and is another reason why I abandoned the rewrite and why I struggle writing. Faybon is the wildcard from Persona on a New Game plus. He's juggling friendships, school, multiple jobs, homework and dealing with supervillains daily. And some how does it all perfectly. No wonder I needed to pull him back, it was way too much.

[dark-twist-fairytales]

*throws more blankets at you while also sending hugs* Okay, let's see...screw it, crossover. Your characters playing Among Us, what are they like? Doesn't have to be in depth or anything

*takes blanket (and your hugs) in a tight wrap*

"Doesn't have to be in depth", you know who you're talking to, right? If it gets too long, I'll put it under a cut. It'll be both Imposter and Crewmate (I'm basic, shhh), and which one they prefer playing as. Edit: It got too long with Ezhno alone. It's under the cut.

Ezhno Nies ArcCoil

Ezhno doesn't play many mobile games that aren't one handed, so he wouldn't have a lot of experience playing. On a computer, it's a little different, but generally still the same rules applies. He actually prefers playing imposter, since it's less buttons to focus on, and he's surprisingly good at it. He's silent in chatting and allows others to give alibis. Unless it's voice chat, then he actually talks. On crewmate, he's DEFINITELY the last one to get his tasks done, even in ghost form. It's just difficult for him to move fast.

Keegan Moore

Keegan isn't a fan of Among Us, since he just hates lying. If he does play, he prefers crewmate, as he likes to focus on tasks. He is the type of person to ignore dead bodies right beside him and get accused of being imposter and getting voted out. Generally pretry quiet in chat, since he's not good at communicating, same thing with voice chat. If he does get imposter, there's a 50/50 shot of him leaving the game and entering a new lobby. Only time he doesn't is with friends, but you can TELL he's imposter, since he votes himself to leave.

Malli Till

Oh, lord, do NOT give this boy imposter. He likes playing Among Us, and tries to play both sides of it, but he likes being crewmate and sneaking around. Being the imposter is anxiety inducing to him, especially if his partner leaves the game, or it's a single-imposter game. He's more chatty in game than he is in real life, both voice and messages.

Riker Larsen

He'll try to play casually, but ends up getting WAY competitive. He's the type of guy to throw his phone on the bed and scream in anguish like his first born just got killed in front of him at a loss of a very good game. And the go about his day like nothing happened. He likes both roles and takes them both seriously. He's also the guy to start with the questions 'who and where' to the person who found the body.

Joey Garcia

They're the type of person to just do what they're told by the game, silently do it, but throw in false information to cause. chaos. Like, people learn to take her information like a penny in a pocket to a rich man. They just love it. There are some points where they take it seriously, but mostly, just being chaos.

Kyro Davis

Uh.. Kyro doesn't actually know WHAT Among Us is. They've owned a pager or Nokia for most of their life. They have no clue what mobile games actually are. If they did play, they'd just be very confused of what the fuck is happening.

Marc Åström

He doesn't actually have mobile games on his phone, the only game he has is Minesweeper, and a few games that Gremlin has downloaded. He mostly uses his phone for communication, and prefers playing arcade games like pinball, Fix-it Felix, or Pac-Man. He also likes the coin pushers, oddly. But, yeah. Has never touched a console, computer, or mobile game that wasn't a basic.

Damen Michaels

Fucking LOVES playing imposter. Right out the bat. Being able to act sneaky and corner someone to kill them, using doors and lights to his advantage. This boy has developed strategy from playing as imposter so much. Honestly? 9 times out of 10, he's the type of person to make Riker rage, because he's just good at it. He's also good at being crewmate and guessing who the imposter is, but he loves being imposter himself.

[silverjetsystm]

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ] – Accepting!

Adding

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,  or lack thereof ?

Because really these are intertwined questions that scaffold into the Mission and other things.

Love – regardless of it’s romantic, familial, platonic – is rare in Marc’s life. People get hurt. People die. He gets rejected. Easier to travel light than drag people into hell. Marc would say he loves like the moon loves the sun. Radiance reflected off of Layla. He loves because Layla loves him, loves the three of them. If he can be forgiven and loved, doesn't that mean he can forgive himself? Well. Not in his mind. It's a lovely dream. Her forgiveness is as close as he will get. 

He's possessive out of protection out of fear. His wife has gone through much because of him. His duty. The only reason he left was out of fear of Khonshu trapping her. Which, he should've trusted her more. He's caught in a snarl of things he's done, things he's seen, and things done to him. Her safety takes priority. When he thought he was the hazard, he removed himself. 

Marc isn't a big gesture kind of guy. He doesn't talk much about his past. He shoots for small, thoughtful things. He teaches Layla how to protect herself and will move the environment for her. Guy in the way? Gone. Can't see? Well, he's gonna get them a window.

Unlike 616, the Mission is a place Layla and the System create together. It's still MK who deals the House of Shadows and makes the place moon related but the multi front community aid project are collaborative with Layla at the head. Marc is possessive over it because the Mission represents so much of their family rather than 616!Marc white knuckling it because he created it by himself and the Midnight Missionaries came later. In 222, their adopted son and eventual/basically son-in-law live on-site. Steven teaches there. Indigo and Jakob get married there. 

Steven doesn’t think much of himself. Just a guy. A gift-shopist. An academic. He isn’t tough like Marc or Jake and certainly isn’t as social as Jake. He quotes poetry, books, films, to convey other peoples' words for the depth of emotion he feels. The correct, right phrases are linked together, saved for the right moment. He loves how in-sync Layla and him can be and appreciates when she catches him up to something that isn’t clicking. Steven doesn’t have a possessive bone in his body. When he forgets him and Layla are married, he sees her ring and assumes she isn’t married to him. She’s out of his league. The surprised-soft expression he makes when she reveals they are makes my heart ache.

Jake romantically loves like how he loves in other ways. With open hands, plenty of physical touch. He’s perpetually loud, from his volume to mannerisms. 'Hey, look at her, look at us' can waft off of him. He considers them a team, a partnership, and also isn’t possessive. He’s also the one who can listen and take critique and hard truths without turning it into a conflict or needing to choose words carefully.

Okay, now for 616.

Like 222, love has been few and far in-between from Marc’s point of view. He puts up walls to keep people from getting hurt and keep himself from being hurt. When he was younger, he was confident. Thought he was hot shit. Military guy thing. He didn’t have a lot of attachments outside of the siblings in arms he was originally with and then a few close friends in the CIA and mercenary circles. Randall killed one of his girlfriends in the CIA days and I think that’s when Marc decided to be done with the whole romance angle.

Until Marlene. Except for Frenchie and Marlene at that time, Marc doesn’t really have many other contacts on the day to day. Grant has his business connections. Jake has Gena and the boys and Crawley. I mean, Gena, the boys, and Crawley are also Marc's friends but like Marlene and Grant, they were Jake's friends first.

These nights, Marc is not that great at picking up romantic interest. He’s used to thinking himself as the worst person around and isn’t fit for that type of connection. I can count his canon love interests off on one hand and Frenchie hangs out on the other hand. But uh. Love finds a way.

Grant is good at picking up interest cues. He styles himself as a gentleman and likes to show people around, have a good time. I think he’s the one who took the Marlene breakup the hardest since him and Marlene were together first. Before Marc started taking control outside of MK and past activities. So he’s slower to trust and considers himself ‘rusty.’

Jake is similar to his 222 counterpart. He’s also good at picking up interest cues and takes things as they come. It takes a while for him to figure out what type of  love he’s feeling (romantic or platonic) because Jake’s heart is so freaking big. He may appear too down to earth at times and seems like a scoundrel than a romantic interest. Interesting mix of old man and teen energy all at once.

[kiss-inthekitchen]

you know it's not the same

summary: there was only one bed!!! in cairo, you and Marc check into the last available hotel room in the city. you haven't seen him since he left you months ago, and the sleeping arrangements force you both to face the feelings you've been harboring since then

pairing: marc spector x reader (reader is basically in Layla's situation but i wanted to keep to the reader format)

wc: 1.3k

a/n: my first moon knight fic!! basically kinda sorta in line with the canon storyline of episodes 2 & 3, a little bit hurt/comfort, some pining, read chapter 2 here

You couldn’t believe this was happening. 

Your hands gripped the wrought iron railing, knuckles blanched white, breathing in measured inhales of dry desert air. In through your nose, fill your stomach with air, hold. Out through your mouth, hold. Start again. That was your usual mantra, except now it was spiced up by the exciting addition of try not to think about Marc. 

Marc, who was probably seething right now. Or maybe he wasn’t, maybe… You shook your head. There was no use in wishful thinking. Besides, you should’ve learned a long time ago not to guess at Marc’s thoughts. But it was hard, the man gave you nothing, even when you asked directly. It made it almost impossible to keep your thoughts from running wild.

You didn’t want to let yourself go there, anyway. To imagine that Marc’s problem with your sleeping arrangements wasn’t that he was forced to be near you, but that he wanted to be. 

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Marc scoffed, stalled in the short hallway between the door to your room and the bed. The lone, queen sized bed in the last hotel in Cairo with any availability. 

You squeezed past him, trying to see what he saw, trying harder still to ignore the flush of warmth that bloomed across your skin when your arm brushed his. You could only hope you hadn’t visibly deflated when you realized his apparent disdain for sharing a bed with you again. 

“I’m going back downstairs, there has to be something–” he started, refusing to look at you, not putting his bags down. 

“They already said it was the only room available,” your voice came out quieter than you wanted, sounded like it didn’t belong to you at all. 

Marc didn’t respond, just set his jaw, dropped his bags. You placed yours down, as far away from him as you could in the small room. Marc sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for the phone to argue with the front desk anyway.

“Is it really so bad?” you spoke in that quiet voice again. You knew better than to expect an answer from him, turning on your heel as he lifted the receiver. 

Marc couldn’t look at you. Seconds away from shattering completely, telling you he loved you, pulling your body into his, collapsing under the weight of absolutely everything. He couldn’t look at you. The line picked up. “Yeah, hi, I’ve got a problem with the room–”

You weren’t sure how long you’d been standing on the balcony. Marc’s conversation with the person at the desk didn’t last long, there was really nothing they could do. You were sure that Marc was going to insist on sleeping on the floor, and you didn’t have it in you to argue with him. 

The air was too hot, the city below too loud. Sweat clung to you, sticking your shirt to your skin. You’d have to go back inside soon. The sensations were overwhelming you, but you couldn’t imagine facing Marc again either. Everything felt suffocating. 

You finally step back inside, intent on heading straight for the shower to get just a little more time, as if there could be enough distractions in your little hotel room to keep you from settling into heavy silence with Marc. One of you would probably have to leave. Something twisted in your chest at the thought. Somehow, the idea of being away from Marc again almost felt worse than being with him. 

Unfortunately for you, Marc was sat in the middle of the room, completely unavoidable to your gaze as you tried to high tail it to the bathroom. He was slumped against the bed, a bottle of whiskey in hand– when did he get that?– and all but his boxer briefs removed and tossed haphazardly on the floor. The sight of him brought you up short, your feet planted against your will, all but skidding to a stop as if you were in a cartoon. Smooth. 

He noticed you, obviously, a smirk gracing his mouth despite himself. 

Your gaze moved up from his thighs, the smooth expanse of his abdomen, his toned chest, skin glistening from the desert heat that poured in through the balcony door. Your gaze continued to travel up until you got to his face, his mouth quirked up, one eyebrow raised as he watched realization dawn on you. You’re staring. You’re staring and he’s been watching you the entire time. 

You’re frozen, caught in his gravity. “I’m just–” Oh no, why were you speaking? “I was just gonna take a shower,” you explained, finally tearing your gaze from him and looking in the general direction of the bathroom.  

“Okay,” he drawled, amused. “You don’t need my permission.” 

“I know,” you frowned, opening your mouth and then closing it again. And then you open it one more time, against your will, because all the gods hate you. “Bye.” 

You walked to the bathroom in a daze, closing the door behind you and leaning against it. Bye?! What sin could you have possibly committed to warrant embarrassing yourself in front of your mostly-naked almost-ex husband? 

You push off from the door, turning the shower on. What the fuck was Marc doing? Was he trying to embarrass you? Was this some kind of game? A test you’d failed? A test you’d passed? You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the memory of your husband as naked as you’d seen him in months, his perfect umber skin on full display, teasing you with that look he always used to give you before… 

You twist the handle the opposite way, setting the water temperature to just above freezing.

As soon as the door closed behind you, the smirk dropped from Marc’s lips. How had he fucked up already? He shouldn’t be teasing you, no matter how much he may love the way your brain seems to short circuit when you’re flustered, the way you trip over yourself when he so much as throws a smirk in your direction.The way you clearly miss him the same way he misses you. 

Stop it, he tells himself. He had to have more self control than this. 

He’s too busy internally berating himself to notice the sound of the shower cutting off, the creak of the door hinges as you step out. 

You’d forgotten your bag in your haste to get to the shower, a realization that initially made you cringe at the thought of walking through the room in nothing but a towel, but then again, maybe that was what Marc deserved. You clutch the flimsy white fabric to your body, padding over to your bag. 

Marc nearly startles when he finally notices you near the foot of the bed, managing to control his reaction even though you’ve snuck up on him. Your hair is tied up messily atop your head, droplets of water clinging to your skin, running down your back and disappearing into the towel wrapped tightly around you. He used to see you like this all the time. It’s something so mundane, but the stray bits of hair sticking out from your bun have him swallowing against the lump in his throat. A scarily strong part of him wants to go to you, follow the trail of a water droplet with his finger, press a kiss to your shoulder as he holds you close. 

You turn, feeling his eyes on you. “Forgot my bag,” you offer weakly, before you’re walking away with it in your grasp. Marc is on his feet before the door has even closed behind you. 

By the time you come back out, he’s gone. 

[lunathebee]

Pairing: Marc Spector x  florist!fem!reader (with hints of Steven Grant x florist!fem!reader)

Warning: fluff (no I mean, me trying to write fluff for the first time), Steven loves his burrito, Layla doesn't exist just for the sake of this story

A/n: THIS IS PART 1, I repeat PART 1 😭😭😭 Istg I messed up some stuff and I have no choice but to write a bit more and call it a day, I am terribly sorry, part 2 will be post soon!

Summary: For the first time ever, Steven might be better at talking to a girl than Marc, but that doesn't mean Marc just gonna stand and watch him does so.

Steven is chewing down on a vegan burrito, talking to Gus about how his day at the museum went when suddenly Marc speaks up. "Steven, since when do you like flowers so much?"

It was a totally random and offset question for Steven, but not for Marc though, he is a man who knows what he wants and how to get it in the most subtle way.

"Oh whut? You mean those books? They're not mine, Y/n was kind enough to let me borrow it, nice to learn something besides just alien and Egyptian mythology init?" Steven smiles when mentioning your name, taking another big bite from the burrito while Marc is still starting at the big pile of books about floriography.

"And... who is Y/n?" Marc asked while trying his best to be clueless, of course he knows Y/n; she owns a small flower shop on the road where Steven takes the bus to work every day, always looking so perfect and flawless at 7 a.m.

Sometimes Marc feels a teeny tiny bit guilty about how he takes over the body whenever the bus gets near to Y/n's flower shop, and after a few seconds of staring, hoping to see you, he gave the body back to Steven, leaving the British man confused like a deer in front of a headlight.

"Oh Y/n is this absolutely wonderful florist that I met when I tried to find some flowers for my first date that... didn't go quite as well as you remember..." To be honest, Steven just wants to eat his burrito in peace and finish it quickly, but if the topic is about Y/n and not Khonsu then he would be glad to join in.

"Ah well then, I was wondering if you could introduce --- " Marc's voice starts to fade out because Steven is too into the burrito.

But wait, why is he eating this burrito so fast in the first place? Steven thinks to himself for a moment, and the memory of Donna talking to him floods into his mind, making him yell out. "OH BLOODY HELL, DONNA PUT ME ON INVENTORY TONIGHT, I gotta go now talktoyoulaterMarc!!" Steven bolted out the door, clutching his work bag, leaving Marc *behind* disappointed; perhaps he could continue this conversation with Steven over the weekend?

===☾︎ ☾︎ ☾︎===

"No way... Marc, are you serious? You have a crush on Y/n?!" Steven can't believe what Marc has told him, this is even more shocking than the discovery of the tomb of Tutankhamun.

"That is a childish way to say how a man is interested in a woman Steven, and I swear if you laugh at me-"

"No no no, why would I? Wow, good for you mate. I thought you would stick to fighting forever! With that silly old birb Khonsu, am I right Gus? " Steven exclaimed while sprinkling some fish food into the tank and missed how annoyed Marc looked.

'Tch, gimme a break' Marc thinks to himself while thinking about what Steven has said. Did he really spend that much time being an avatar? To the point where he gets lovestruck and doesn't even know how to talk to a girl?

"The main point is are you gonna introduce me to her or not?"

Steven feels strange after hearing Marc say that, what now? A guy who is not afraid of fighting and blood is scared of this sweet florist girl? "Why don't you just... introduce YOURSELF to her? Besides, I wouldn't know how to explain to her that you and I are basically the same, but at the same time we are not, bit odd init?"

Steven has a point though, it would be harder and more confusing if he told you about Marc. It seems like the only option left is for Marc to say hi to you himself (even if he wants to or not). God, how Marc wishes Monday would just come soon so he can meet you.

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 32

anon - Ok I’ve like uh never done this b4 but for baby scarab what if you did like a freaky Friday thing where reader and Marc have like a nasty fight and then they wake up in each others bodies the next morning and they basically have to go through the day as each other lmfao

anon - Hear me out plz plz plz do a freaky Friday thing 4 baby scarab where Marc/steven/jake and reader have a nasty fight and wake up in each other’s bodies n have to go through the day PLZPLZPLZPLZPLZPZL

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A/N : :) is all imma say

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : this is all over the place- sorry if its hard to read lol

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

playlist

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

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, tiny angst, body switch, you make the moon boys uncomfortable numerous times. let me know if i missed anything

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PART 2 OF 2

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you woke up feeling sick.

groggily with your eyes still closed, you throw a hand off your chest, not belonging to you of course.

you yawn and slowly get up, suddenly craving pop tarts.

when you stand up you look around, feeling taller than usual, but you just brush it off as being tired.

but when you go to shoot a web out to open the cupboards with them- nothing happens.

that wakes you up immediately.

you panic as you look down to your wrists- seeing no holes and that these aren’t even your hands.

you mutter curses to yourself as you rush to find a mirror- easily finding one of the many and screaming once you see yourself.

well- not yourself per say- but you in steven, marc, and jakes body.

you screaming woke up whoever was fronting in your body, and they look up confused until they see you- in their body.

“bloody hell..” a british accent says from your body as you continue to stare at yourself in the mirror, absolutely in shock.

“did we separate bodies again?” 

“are you hearing yourself right now?” you assumed it was marc talking, but it was weird in your voice.

“..oh bollocks” is all steven said- still weird in your body.

he gets up, looking around and then back to you- or himself.

it’s confusing.

“do you think we’ve..” steven starts, and khonshu decides to make an appearance.

“yes, your bodies have been switched” khonshu starts and you glare at him.

“and why the fuck did you do that?” you grit out at him, feeling awkward about not having your own voice.

 “you and the spider child need to make up! i’m sick of the fighting. act like adults” he says sternly while you stare at him in rage.

“you want us to act like adults?” you say a bit to calmly.

khonshu nods and you scoff. 

“first you turn me into a cat- and now i’m old” you complain, and marc- with your face- glares at you from the mirror.

“just work it out and i’ll change you back” the bird shrugs, leaving again.

“wait- no khonshu, come back” you say into thin air.

“stupid bird” you mutter, looking back to steven, who’s still in your body and staring back at you.

“this is so weird” steven says and you nod.

“it’s not fair- i don’t even have my webs anymore” you complain, steven looking down at your wrists and humming.

“but if marc and jake transferred over with me..”

“but they’re literally a part of you. the spider stuff only stays in my body i guess” you shrug, oddly calm about the situation.

you wouldn’t put it past you if something weirder ever happened. this is your life now.

“so what? me and marc apologize to each other for whatever we did and knonshu charges us back?” you ask, and steven nods.

“i guess, i mean that’s what he said.”

“okay so apologize then” you tell marc, who’s now fronting in your body.

“excuse me? you apologize” he responds, and you scoff.

“but i didn’t do anything wrong”

“well i didn’t either.”

“silencio”

you and marc both look to the source of your voice speaking in spanish, that being jake.

“you two better sort this out, we need our own bodies back” he tells you all, and you nod.

“right” you mutter, marc looking down at your hands.

“why are your hands so small?” he asks you and you scoff.

“why are your hands so big? they are the size of my face” you tell him, pointing at your own face.

“when i said i wanted to see myself in the third person this isn’t what i meant” you mumble to yourself, pacing around the room.

“i don’t like it down here” marc suddenly speaks up, referring to how you’re shorter than him.

“hey, ass. it’s not my fault you’re a tree” you retort and steven decides to take over.

“okay, we need a distraction. from all this bloody arguing” he starts.

“how about we go take a walk, yeah?” the shorter figure in the room heads to the door, struggling to get your shoes on for a moment.

“you’re making me go out looking like that?” you ask, gesturing to yourself- with an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants.

“like what? you look fine” steven shrugs.

“but i-“

you’re cut off by your phone ringing in your pocket, well- stevens pocket? it was on your body.

steven pulls it out and pales at the contact. “it’s your boyfriend what do i do?” he panics, and you give him a look.

“he’s not my boyfriend, and just ignore it” you respond, and steven just slips your phone back in the pocket it came from.

“did you seriously just use my mouth to say that?” marc cuts in and you wave him off.

“but seriously, y/n, you look fine” steven continues and you scoff again.

“you’re only saying that because-“

“because you’re a beautiful young lady, now let’s go” he opens the door, leaving you awkwardly to slip on stevens shoes and follow after him.

“still weird” you mutter, closing and locking the door behind you.

it was very strange to talk to steven in your body- hell, it was even stranger being in his.

“where exactly are we going?” you ask, steven instinctively looking down before looking up at you.

“i thought seeing howard would calm you down” he shrugged and you chuckle.

“yeah, it would” you agree, the elevator stopping and the doors sliding open before you two get off.

“i still can’t get over how weird this is” you cringe, and steven nods.

“well once you and marc quit being ding dongs, we’ll be back in our respective bodies” he shrugs, leading you towards the pond behind the cafe.

“we aren’t ding dongs” marc speaks up, and you nod in agreement, kicking a rock on the sidewalk.

“whatever- just talk it out, yeah?” steven suggests and you shrug.

“but i didn’t do anything” you say.

you hear marc chuckle and you roll your eyes. “really? you didn’t do anything? i have a list of the things you did” marc informs you and you scoff.

“yeah? well i can say the same for you” you retort while steven groans in annoyance.

you’re about to complain again when you hear your phone ring again, which makes steven pull it out and see that it’s casper again.

“he’s desperate” jake speaks up and you roll your eyes again.

“don’t answer” you give steven a look, which is still strange considering you’re basically looking at yourself.

steven just smirks and presses answer, holding the phone to his ear while you gape at him.

“you’re fucking dead” you glare at him, still walking.

“y/n? are you okay? you usually answer” you can hear casper’s voice, considering your volume was still high.

“yeah sorry about that, i was just a little busy.” steven starts and you cringe, wishing you could strangle him without people seeing and calling the police.

“oh- uhm.. that’s okay” you can tell casper was hesitant in speaking.

“it’s just one of those days, innit?” 

“what’s with the accent? are you okay?” casper asks and your eyes widen, and steven freeze, both of you standing on to the side of the sidewalk.

it’s silent for a moment before casper starts talking again. “listen, i’m going to head over just to make sure you’re okay” he starts and steven mutters curses.

you swipe a finger across your throat, making steven make a face, backing away from you a couple steps.

“did you take your medicine this morning?” casper asks again and steven goes to respond. 

“no, i forgot but you don’t have to come over” steven says swiftly, and you sigh.

“i don’t have to stay- plus my mom made more bread” he says and you’re at a crossroads.

either not have casper come over- miss out on bread but save the embarrassment.

or get that bread and be embarrassed.

it was a hard decision- that steven made for you.

“oh- oh- sure sure, uh..” 

“okay, i’ll head over in a few. see you later, y/n” casper interrupts and hangs up, steven turning to you in panic.

“shit” you mutter. “we gotta go” you steer yourself and steven around, speed walking back to the apartment building.

“what are we going to do?” steven whines in your voice.

“just don’t say anything- just have marc front, he doesn’t have the accent” you start.

“i swear on khonshu if he tries to kiss us-“ marc interrupts and you cut him off.

“nonono- don’t even say that”

“it could happen” jake says.

“shut up” you reply, coming up to the elevator inside already.

you two are unfortunately stopped by a woman, well- you’re stopped by a woman.

“hey, can you help me?” she asks you, eyeing steven beside you in your child like body.

“sure? what with?” you ask, and the woman gets closer to you.

she was a fairly pretty lady, basic white girl though.

bleach blonde, spray tan, and all that.

she leaned closer to your shoved a map in your face. “which of these is better?” she points to two different bars close by.

“oh this one for sure” you point to the first one, not knowing a clue about it.

she giggles, yanking the map back and sending a quick look to steven.

“you should join me tonight then, of course if your.. daughter doesn’t mind” she flips her hair and bats her eyelashes at you.

you snort and steven makes a face.

the lady’s smile fades a bit at your reaction, and you hold back a laugh.

“have you seen him- me?” you stutter, putting a hand to your chest.

the lady scoffs, rolling her eyes and strutting out of the building, you laughing in response.

“i don’t really look like a knob, do i?” steven asks, gesturing to your- his face.

“nah, i just didn’t want to talk to her” you shrug.

“then let’s never speak about that again” marc speaks up, you and steven nodding.

“anyways- try to get casper out of there as quick as you can” you advise, steven just nodding until marc takes over.

“what about you? what will you do?” he wonders and you wince.

“hide” 

“are you serious?” marc starts, clicking your floors button. “you’re going to leave us alone with your boyfriend?” 

“he’s not my boyfriend”

“but you want him to be” jake sings out and you groan in annoyance.

the elevator opens and you rush out, unlocking the door after finding the keys and pushing yourself inside.

“i’m going to go insane.” you conclude, staring at yourself in the mirror.

“i hate being old. my back hurts” you say sarcastically.

marc snorts and closes the door.

“listen kid, i won’t embarrass you, i’ll just take the bread and kick him out” he shrugs.

you nod slowly and sigh. “if he insists on staying just say it’s spider stuff” 

marc nods and gives you a thumbs up, and as if on cue, someone’s knocking at the door.

you go and sit in the kitchen, on the counter while marc gets the door- in your body.

still really strange to think about.

you’re swinging your- marc’s legs back and forth when you hear casper talking to him.

“are you sure you’re okay? is steven or.. marc here?” you can hear him ask, making you unconsciously smile.

“yep. he’s here. thank you for the bread, goodbye” you hear the door slam shut, and hope casper left with a good mood.

you didn’t want to make him sad or anything, and you’d definitely call him tomorrow saying you’d had an off day.

“y/n, i got the bread” you hear marc- as yourself come into the kitchen, putting the bread on the counter. it was wrapped in that clear wrap stuff so that it was germ free.

“did he look too upset?” you ask instantly, marc shaking his head.

“just.. he looked disappointed?” he shrugs and you groan.

“you didn’t have to be so blunt”

“sorry” he mutters, surprising you.

“…what?” you murmur, sliding off the counter, marc walking a bit closer to you.

“not just about being a dick to your- casper, for being.. being me” he tells you, and you purse your lips and sigh.

“i just wanted to prove that i’m strong enough” you mumble, feeling a weird sensation throughout your body, making you close your eyes tight.

once you open them, you’re back in your own body, and you look up at marc with wide eyes.

“that’s all it took? really?” you flip off the air.

“fuck that dumb bird-“ you’re cut off by marc hugging you tightly, burying his face in your hair.

“i meant it… i.. i know you’re strong enough i just.. i get nervous”

you nod against him, and wrap your arms around him in return.

“next time we go patrolling just please stay behind so we can form some kind of plan” marc suggests and you nod again.

“i’ll stay, i promise” you say, hugging him tighter.

you two eventually let go, looking at each other properly. “i’m so glad we’re back in our own bodies” you chuckle.

“yeah, that was-“

“weird”

“yeah”

you both share a small laugh, moving to the couch with marc following behind.

“how was it being young again?” you ask sarcastically, sitting down on the couch.

marc does the same and gives you a look. “how was it being tall?” he retorts, you rolling your eyes.

“how was it being-“

“okay enough” steven cuts in, you snickering.

“but in all seriousness.. i think you two needed that” steven says again and you make a face at him.

“what the hell?” you mutter, stevens eyes widening.

“oh no, not the whole body switch thing- the apologizing and understanding” he clarifies and you shrug.

“i guess” marc shrugs as well, pulling you into him while you close your eyes due to the calm atmosphere.

“i’m-“

“shh, just let me enjoy this before you annoy me for the rest of the day” marc says, patting your head.

“fine but i still didn’t get my pop tarts and i need energy so i can beat up khonshu” 

marc chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head, letting you relax into his side.

“i need to make lunch-“

“shush steven”

the rest of the day was you and the guys talking through what your next outing would be like.

patrolling, i mean.

you had a whole set up- you’d find crime with your y/n tingle, then you’d find it and form a plan- and then.. do the plan.

pretty simple.

plus jake had to explain to marc that you’d be perfectly fine due to the healing armor khonshu had gifted you.

and you were going to be fine.

because as long as you had your dads, you’d always be fine.

actually, a little more than fine.

you’d be great.

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A/N : sorry for the short chapters lately, ive just been busy.

i really hoped you all liked it and thank you all so much for the support!! i love all the interactions i have with you guys, it makes me smile :)

see you all in two days <33

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I've made a couple of posts about Jake but I definitely cannot neglect Marc and Steven so here goes

I absolutely love the scene in the Field of Reeds and then in the Duat. The expression on Marc's face when Taweret tells him that the Field of Reeds is a manifestation of the peace he's always wanted looked like "how is this peaceful when I don't have Steven with me??" and after being slightly put off by the way they had his scales balance after Steven died, I quite liked how quickly they resolved that. I'm pretty sure Osiris opened the door back into life for them as an apology for refusing to believe Khonshu and Marc when they tried the Ennead that Harrow was releasing Ammit, because that choice was basically responsible for their death. (still don't like any of the Ennead, but not ALL of your decisions were bad, Osiris, congrats)

The fact that the INSTANT Marc drew breath again, Khonshu went "Ah yay he's back" and disappeared in the middle of a battle was so funny. Like I get that he needs an avatar to properly fight Ammit but he really did just go "MY HUMAN IS BACK FINALLY" and leave everyone without so much as a goodbye.

Me: Marc looks like a bat when he's flying Brother: Batmarc Me, nodding: Batmarc

THE SHOT WHEN HARROW AND MARC RUSH AT EACH OTHER ON THE PYRAMID WAS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!! the changing perspective, floating up so only the moon was in view as Marc kneed Harrow in the face, shifting to Khonshu attacking Ammit...all gorgeous

Marc calling Layla "baby." that is all (although also him staring up at her kind of dazed and then taking off his mask so he can see her better and bear hugging her before moving back a little to just look at her and make sure she's okay) And then Steven fronting while Marc's in the middle of fussing over her to tell her she looks amazing ADORABLE

"I'm really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have" WE!! IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO SEE THEM SO FULLY ACCEPTING OF EACH OTHER

On Marc and Steven fighting in unison: I found it really cool that Steven has batons (blunt instruments, definitely will hurt and incapacitate, but somewhat less likely to kill) while Marc has the crescent knife things (sharp, more precise, more likely to cause lethal damage). And the way Steven throws his baton at Harrow and it comes back to Marc!! The flowing transitions between Marc and Steven as they play off of each other's strengths in battle are so COOL and I really love it

Also epic in that battle was Marc and Steven fighting side by side with Layla! I am always a sucker for battle couples who look gorgeous while they beat the crap out of you

A little thing that I appreciated - Harrow trying to get under Marc's skin by telling him that if only Ammit had been released, she could have gotten rid of Marc and Marc's family would have been happier, and Marc just does not engage at all. Because good for him that doesn't deserve a response

The way that Marc looks over to Layla as he's dying (AGAIN), only to see her under heavy fire and that's when Jake fronts? I rest my case that Jake is aggressively protective and fronts only to keep his system from getting killed (again) and, I think, to save Layla. And the fact that Marc double checks to make sure it wasn't Steven who utterly wrecked those guys even though he knows it wasn't Steven, and then they both process "ah there's another one of us in here great" and just...LEAVE IT is great.

Marc deciding to not kill Ammit was amazing!! Good for him!! ("You want them dead? Do it yourself" Khonshu: "Okay fine I'll just ask Jake later")

Appearing in the mental hospital again worried me for a second, I don't what I thought but it wasn't good. But the facial transition between Steven and Marc is more fluid, more subtle now, and even though it takes my poor brain a couple of seconds to catch up (the accent change helps a lot), the skill in the subtlety is amazing, well done yet again Oscar Issac. I'm still curious about Harrow's "glass in shoes" habit but I liked the nod to it.

I gotta say I cannot tell the difference between groggy Steven and groggy Marc so I had no idea which one of them was fronting when he woke up. The two fish swimming together in the tank though!! I love it!! (I'm curious about the sand, though, if it's a preventative measure for their third alter surfacing, what's stopping Jake from just....undoing the leg cuff and fixing the sand? but I digress. the last couple of minutes had a very distinct "running out of time" vibe but that's okay)

and a bit more on Jake....he's so clean and mercenary (gloves, obviously killed those orderlies very silently in order to get in without raising any alarms) and simultaneously SO PETTY (he just kind of throws Harrow into the limo and then kicks the wheelchair for absolutely no reason). And that dangerous glare...the way he shoots Harrow twice like Harrow shot him twice...no WONDER Khonshu went straight to Jake as his avatar, he will get vengeance and he has no qualms about it