#the moon boys

[synnamatic]

LOOK AT WHAT JUST ARRIVED!!

My moon boys are home. 🌙

[lunathebee]

☽ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ☽

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!fashion designer!reader | social media au (twitter+insta)

Summary: Y/n is in a collaboration with the famous brand vivienne westwood and fans are loving it, but there is a bigger surprise behind

Pt.1

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[the-archxr]

hi! if you are able to, can i please get a headcanon of our lovely moon boys with a S/O who is a little like steven? the reader is sweet and shy but also chaotic at times and swears/is sarcastic.... a lot. you know? a little mix who is usually sweet though. i haven't seen anything like that, so i would appreciate it. thank you :))

I AM SO SO SORRY THAT THIS IS LATE, I HAVE BEEN SWAMPED WITH SO MUCH LIFE SHIT AND SO MANY ASKS TO GET THROUGH, SO THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME.

but yes, here we go.

STEVEN

see the thing that I believe when it comes to Steven, and you kinda explained it perfectly with the personality insert, is that Steven’s not anti-social.

like homeboys shy, and chaotic and all over the fucking place, but he doesn’t want to be by himself. I think he just has a hard time articulating his thoughts to other people without coming across as “too much” or “annoying”.

because steven grant is a sass. king!

I mean when Donna was asking him what he would eat at the steakhouse and he literally deadpans, “idk, Donna. Salad. Bread.” LIKE THE DELIVERY OF THAT LINE IS JUST PURE SASS.

so I think steven being with someone who’s like that—someone who is shy, but won’t hesitate to be sarcastic or make a joke in front of a group of people—is like peak rom-com shit.

like the two of you would just get along so well, because neither of you have to worry about that barrier of “oh no, I need to control myself around other people”.

you would just get each other. I mean that level of understanding is all steven really wants. and the fact that he gets to find that in you? bonus.

MARC

now I think it’s obvious from viewing layla’s character that marc has a type for spit-fires. someone who is their own person, but can keep up with his energy.

but with marc I feel like your vibe would kinda throw him off at first??

like yeah you’re steven’s cute, shy friend (cause at this point y’all haven’t figured it out yet), and that’s fine, there’s nothing else to it.

but one day you’re playing a board game with marc (monopoly, cause no game gets people that riled up other than uno). and on one particular role, where he gets to build hotels on the green spaces, you deadass look him in the eyes and go “when the fuck did you become mr. moneybag?”

and the way in which marc freezes. like instant, automatic shock.

think that meme of the scared hamster: yeah, that’s marc.

but then you’re laughing, giggling all cutesy as you make your next move. and of course you’re laughing at marc’s face because you weren’t serious. you were just joking.

but marc doesn’t know that. and for the longest time marc calls you dr. jekyll because you def scare him.

(but he’s also a little in love with you, so it’s okay)

JAKE

now jake absolutely loves the rougher side of you.

he’s a rougher guy, even rougher than marc so he needs someone who’s a little rough-around-the-edges, too.

and naturally, I feel like jake has the mouth of a sailor (except you don’t know the meaning of any of the words he uses because he only swears in Spanish), so he needs to be with someone who isn’t turned off by swearing.

and so when you’re both driving in his limo, and this motherfucker cuts in front of you guys nearly taking off the bumper, jake goes to scream whatever profanity that’ll first come to mind (because he one thousand percent has severe road rage).

but you cut him to the chase.

and as you sit in the passenger seat, explicitly swearing to yourself at how fucking dumb that guy was, and how you can’t handle this shit today, jake just watches.

because you getting all angry, and then turning to him with the sweetest smile on your face and asking him if he wants to go get milkshakes, is the most amusing thing to him.

and from that moment, whenever he refers to you—whether that’s to others or when he’s just talking to you—he calls you mi fuego.

it’s only until you ask one late night in bed, that he tells you it means “my fire”.

✨the-archxr headcanons✨

[ninebluehearts]

Y/n: *struggling to see the Christmas parade*

Marc: here *picks y/n up and sets her on his shoulders*

Y/n: ....

Marc: better, baby?

Y/n: *arms slowly wrapping around his neck to hang on for dear life* better..

[sillypinkboy]

Have I. Have I talked about some stupid Headcannons about the moonboys and gum? I don't know. But anyway

Marc- only likes spearmint. He doesn't chew gum very often but when he does it will always be spearmint.

Steven- prefers fruit flavors but doesn't mind spearmint. Again, not someone that chews gum to often.

Jake- mostly sticks to flavors like cinnamon and ginger. He always has a pack in his car or pocket.

[mariasabanahabanabana]

Do it like a girl

A/N: At first this should be a fic (?) Inspired by the scene from “Grown up”, where Lenny breaks his son's leg, but as I adapted it, I don't know how to put the scene, so, I'll make two parts. (¿?)

Summary: Layla gives (T/N) a lifelong lesson.

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Marc Spector x Steven Grant x Layla El-fouly x Platonic!Reader

Layla el-fouly x reader

Warnings: pure fluff, soft and a Message of female empowerment / breaking gender roles

Yellow - konshu

Orange —Layla

Blue – Steven

Red - Marc

Green - Jake

Tired from the club's fair and multiple activities, you finally made it home. You couldn't wait to have a bath, eat the leftover slices of the frozen pizza you bought during the week with the money Layla and the guys left you and finally finish watching the last Star Wars trilogy, which to your surprise, one of the main characters was identical to Marc, Jake and Steven, however, when you heard that British accent and female voice coming from inside the flat, you rushed to open the door and then ran to hug them. —”Steven, Layla, guys, they're back…”

— It is nice to see you again, little human. -commented Konshu.

—”Oh, don't overdo it, you giant pigeon, I'm also glad you're not back in a statue this time”

With a moment's strength that was inordinate for the time they were gone, you hugged the boys.

-You really missed us, didn't you, love?

-I didn't remember you being so strong, it looks like someone was training, I just hope it wasn't while we were out or that someone was risking their own life trying to be like those New York clowns in their PJ's.

-You bet "compa"…Hey take it easy "pulga", our backs aren't what they used to be.

You forgot about your peculiar appearance, your grassy hair, dirt-stained socks and muddy face.

— I see someone had a particularly wild day with nature. I didn't know today was earth day.

Realizing what Layla was referring to, you immediately shook your head to tell them about your day.

-So in retrospect, you have to select one or more club before next week.

—”Yeah, there's only a problem, I don't know which to choose. I tried American football and Football and I loved both, but I can only take one, since they're on the same schedule”

— You mean, football and soccer…”Marc commented.

-"Like I said, American football and football."

-No, no, no, Babe, it's called football and soccer….

-”Dios”, only you gringos call football that way. -Jake refuted. -It's soccer!!!

-Actually it's football, since the sport as it's known worldwide was formalized here in England in the 19th century.

-”Gracias hermanito.”

-Marc, honey, you know I hate to take sides between the three of you and I usually support you where I can, but… you Americans and maybe some other country call soccer to football.

-¿What about you shifu? What do you call the sport of "balon pie?”

-For the tenth time you insensate human, my name is Konshu, not Shifu and as for the other, due to the immortality that my title of God confers upon me, I must say with certitude that while Marc Spector is not wrong he is also not correct, as the name varies by region, though it is popularly known as football and not football.

-Anyway, sweetheart, what was the problem you were saying you had?

-Oh that, I can't choose one and besides…. Well, I feel like I'm not the best, so I don't think they'll accept me…..

-Dear, nobody born wise, and besides, that's what your classes are for, so you can learn?

-Yes, but that doesn't seem to matter to the coaches, or at least not if it's from a girl"….

Out of nowhere and without realizing at what moment he took control, Jake spoke.

-¿Quien carajos do they think they are to talk to you like that? Tell us who they are, and I assure you that Konshu and I will make them see their worst nightmares to those hijos de pu...

Layla understood what you meant and immediately sat down next to you to cheer you up. -Wait, Jake…Habibi listen, if that's what you really want to do it, don't let anyone, especially a man tell you what to do, if you want to play football or soccer, do it, if you want to do science, do it, if you want to be or do such a thing, do it. If it's something you are passionate about, go for it and more. But just do it

-"Thank you, Layla"

Image credits to their respective artists

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Compa - friend (informal way / mexican slang)

Pulga - little one / chil / kiddo, etc (latin slang most use in Mexico)

Dios - God

Gringos - (American people)

Hermanito - Little brother / brother (hispanic / latin expression)

Balón pie - Football / soccer (Mesoamerica sport)

Quien - who

Carajos - Fuck / damn (it's a swear)

Quien carajos - wHO the hell / fuck / bloody hell / heck, etc (it's a swear with multiples uses)

Hijos de put4 - sons of a b!tch (latin swear)

[succulent-ghoul]

steven grant making you tea in the morning while your still getting over a nasty cold,, soft gentle rain pattering against the window. mumbling about not being sick as steven pushes you back into bed, messily tucking you in while giving you your tea gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.

[movietimegirl]

Marc: Ugh, Jake, for the love of God, can you please change this song!

Jake: No, Marc. Drivers get to choose the songs.

Steven: Hey Jake, can I pick a song?

Jake: Por supuesto, anything for you, little brother.

Marc:

[tangerinesteve]

thinking about how in episode 5 marc says he was discharged from the military for going AWOL during a fugue state

and thinking about steven clearly having no memory of ever coming to randomly in a war zone or anywhere near one

and thinking about how jake fronts when marc or steven are in trouble or in pain and just... handles the situation, however he sees fit (mainly with murders, but he handles it)

and thinking about how jake has stayed hidden from marc and steven for who knows how long

and thinking about how marc getting kicked out of the military directly caused them being enslaved to khonshu and that maybe there's a reason jake has stayed hidden from them because he knows he caused this and all this trouble and as much of a badass as he is, he's still scared that marc and steven might hate him

Ya know, just been thinking about some things and going absolutely coocoo bananas alone in my room. you know how it is.

[jokingmaiden]

i think the idea of Dr. Harrow being an alter in the mk system is really cool, specifically bc it would make a LOT of sense for a factive to be created from the distress of realizing a well-respected leader figure who repeatedly comments on their mental health is actually a culty bastard

like. they need someone who knows how to critically analyze the feelings they’re far too engrossed in to process logically? of course an alter would branch off to be able to process better after all they’ve been through!!

and it makes sense for it to be a harrow factive bc he’s become so aggressively influential in their lives, not only in how they’re thinking, but how their loved ones are thinking of them

it would also explain why he’s so absolutely conscious and autonomous, and why his interpretation of his own existence is so convincingly organic. he feels real bc he is real, just not in the life he originally thinks

i could ramble for hours but i’ll spare the internet my quarries. for now

[error-dark]

Bunch of sketches and a colored in Steven because yes.

[lunathebee]

☽ 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 ☽

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!fashion designer!reader | social media au (twitter+insta)

Summary: Fans are confused about whether the man in the suit is Y/n's bodyguard or her lover.

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[the-archxr]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a headcon for the moon boys and the reader running into a pinning ex lover? Maybe a little spice after the run in, if your comfortable.

Thank you so much for your time. Your writing in amazing and your dialog for Jake is ✨ the bees needs✨💜

Awe, thank you so much!!

BUT OKIEDOKIE ARTICHOKE, HERE WE GO

nsfw under the cut

So for context, let’s say you run into your ex on different occasions with them?? You’ll see what I mean.

STEVEN

So it all starts when you decided to go out for dinner.

This time, Steven’s fronting. It’s his turn to take you out on a nice date. To see you in a beautiful dress, sipping white wine and getting full on pasta.

Ya know, the typical romantic shit that the moon boys are one thousand percent suckers for.

But then this…completely random man comes up to the table.

And really, he shouldn’t be shocked that this guy approached you out of nowhere. Because you look beautiful. Painfully gorgeous. A Monét painting come to life.

It’s just unfortunate that this incredibly flirty stranger who knows no boundaries is your ex.

He’s a lot more calm and collected than Steven. A lot cooler in his demeanour as he makes you laugh.

But the thing about Steven is, he absolutely hates jealousy—hates being jealous. Though he hasn’t had much experience, as far as he can tell, it’s a gross emotion. A disgusting feeling that he knows is unrealistic because you love him.

You’re incredibly adamant about how much you love him (because who tf wouldn’t be with them).

Unfortunately, it’s hard to not feel this way whenever your ex shoots a glare in Steven’s direction.

But you’re not stupid. You easily pick up on the way you he disregards your boyfriend, and without hardly any effort, you bid a forceful goodbye to your ex and return your attention to Steven.

And Steven? Ugh that boy LIVES to be in your attention. And the fact that you chose him; picked him over the guy in the dark blue suit that keeps undressing you with his eyes, is marvellous.

A little too good to be true, in Steven’s eyes, but still marvellous.

However that doesn’t stop him from still being apprehensive. Doesn’t stop him from withholding all that jealousy from earlier. It’s unhealthy and he doesn’t deal with it—knows he should—but doesn’t know how to.

And it sucks because this wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. It was supposed to end with the two of you relaxing in a warm bath together, eating chocolate and listening to French music as you had slow passionate sex.

But there’s no way that’s happening, much to both of your dismays.

So for the rest of the evening, the two of you drop it.

Until, you run into your ex the next day.

MARC

This time, when your ex waves to you from a fruit stand on the street corner, Marc is with you.

And, though Marc is far more aggressive, far more assertive than Steven, he suffers from the same green-eyed monster almost immediately.

He saw him last night, in the reflection of the glass window behind your table, and even then, without ever talking to the guy, he hated him.

Was aggravated beyond anything.

Except, Marc doesn’t really let you know that. Luckily, he’s not that much of a talker to begin with, so you don’t see his silence as a bad thing at first.

He’s able to keep his feelings hidden for the most part.

But then

OH BUT THEN

The man has the audacity to touch you. To caress your elbow as you politely try to disengage his advances.

Your uncomfortable. So very uncomfortable, that Marc nearly beats the guy to a bloody pulp without a second thought.

But instead, the rational part of him that doesn’t want to cause you further stress, controls his thoughts. And his fists.

“I think you’ve over-stepped a boundary there, buddy.”

The guy, with a smug, thin grin on his face looks directly at Marc. “Have I?”

At that point, Marc can see, out of the corner of his peripheral, your eyes widen. Your grip on his hand tightens and your breathing picks up as you nervously look to him.

You’re pleading to him.

Please, don’t do this.

But in his anger, in that quick, white hot flash of emotion, Marc blacks out.

JAKE

And if you weren’t scared before, you sure as hell were now.

Because you recognize the change in pressure as he clenches his jaw and the darkening of his eyes.

You know it’s Jake fronting now. And that becomes a whole other problem because…

You can talk Marc down with almost no problem. You don’t even need to convince Steven to choose the route of non-violence. He already follows that river like a loose pebble caught in the stream.

But Jake?

Jake is a whole other untameable beast.

So you’re desperately pulling him away before he can even consider his next plan of attack.

Luckily, he lets you guide him. Though he keeps looking back behind him with a dangerous scowl on his face, silently hoping that this fucker follows so that way he has an excuse.

It isn’t until you get Jake through the door of your shared apartment that you finally allow yourself to breathe.

You dodged a bullet there, and you’re ready to just drop it and move on, but Jake is not.

Before you can even your shoes off, he has you pinned against the wall. One hand holds your wrists together above your head, and the other tilts your chin up to his.

“Goddammit, Jake. You need better fucking self-control, you know that?”

He smiles at you. A devilish grin as he lifts his clothed knee up into your cunt. You gasp at the hard contact. “Oh, you see, corazón, I have a lot of self-control.” He wraps his mouth around the edge of your ear, before tugging on it with his teeth. “If I didn’t, I would’ve fucked you right there in front of that pendejo.”

Another jolt of his leg muscle and you whimper. He laughs, because your body always betrays you. Never lets you be a brat without telling him that you want him inside you.

He then smells the lingering perfume on the junction of your shoulder and neck from last night, and inhales deeply.

You smell so fucking good.

“On second thought, maybe I should’ve taken you right there, hmm? Maybe he would’ve finally gotten the fucking hint that you’re taken.”

Then, it’s his turn to drag you. To guide you to the kitchen counter where he flattens your upper-body.

And you follow suit without a word. Because you know exactly what’s going to happen, and you’re already so excited. Already so wet between your thighs that you can’t do much but hold on to the other end of the counter and lift your ass up in preparation.

Marc and Steven don’t like getting jealous. But Jake doesn’t mind one bit.

Though he’s still respectful of your disdain for having a jealous boyfriend (because, he like the other two, trust you completely), it’s moments like these where he’s unbuttoning his jeans and pulling your hips back to meet his that he truly thrives in the feeling.

The need to protect. To defend. To mark whats fucking his.

And so he fucks you. Hard. It’s an unrelenting pace against the hard marble as the sound of his balls slap against you. The obscene rapid noises meet the occasional smack he places on your ass.

He doesn’t rely on build-up; doesn’t have the time to.

Instead, his hips snaps into you from behind until your panting and crying and writhing. Desperate to cum, desperate to clench around him as he fucks his arousal into you.

“Fuck, cariño. So tight for me. Bet he never fucked you like this. Never made you cum on his cock the way you cum on mine.”

He pulls three orgasms out of you—all from the same position with the rapid driving of his hips. He’s unable to relinquish power or have you on top of him until he’s sure that you’re his. That he’s leaking from every part of you. Joint sweat rolling off your back, and cum spilling out of your pussy.

The both of you are still fully clothed as he cums inside you; heaving and mumbling incoherent things in Spanish, until he’s spent, and stills inside your walls.

He fucks you so roughly, that by the end of the night you have a bruise from the edge of the counter along your pelvis and the hickies he left along your shoulders.

Though, he promises you, as he picks you up like a rag doll and walks into your bedroom, that he’s nowhere near done with you yet. And that by tomorrow morning, you’ll have long forgotten fuck-face’s name.

✨the-archxr headcanons✨

[ninebluehearts]

I want to cuddle the moonboys and call them "bubs" while playing with their hair 🥲💕

[traveller-of-the-knight]

*ok, but what is Jake's stragle?*

[mariasabanahabanabana]

Hazlo como niña

A/N: Al principio esto iba a ser un fic (¿?) Inspirado en la escena de "Son como niños 2", en donde Lenny le rompe la pierna a su hijo,pero conforme lo fui adaptando, no sé cómo meter la escena, así que, haré dos partes

Summary: Layla le da a (T/N) una lección para toda la vida

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Marc Spector x Steven Grant xLayla El-fouly xPlatonic!Reader

Layla el-fouly x reader

Warnings: pure fluff and soft

Amarillo - konshu

Naranja - Layla

Azul — Steven

Rojo - Marc

Verde — Jake

Cansada por la feria de selectivos y múltiples actividades que hubo en esta por fin lograste llegar a casa. Morias por darte un baño, comer las rebanas sobrante de la pizza congelada que compraste en la semana con el dinero que Layla y los chicos te dejaron y terminar de ver por fin la última trilogía de Star Wars, la cual para tu sorpresa,uno de los protagonistas era idéntico que Marc, Jake y Steven, sin embargo, al oír aquel acento británico y voz femenina venir de adentro del departamento, te apresuraste en abrir la puerta para posteriormente correr abrazarlos. —"Steven, Layla, chicos, Volvieron… "

—Igualmente, da gusto verte de nuevo pequeña humana. —Comentó Konshu.

-“Oh no exageres, tu paloma gigante, también me alegra que estas vez no vuelvas dentro de una estatua" .

Con una fuerza desmedida por el tiempo que estuvieron fuera, abrazaste a los chicos.

Con una fuerza desmedida por el tiempo que estuvieron fuera, abrazaste a los chicos.

—Si que nos extrañaste, ¿verdad cariño?

—Vaya no recordaba que tuvieses tanta fuerzas, al parecer alguien estuvo entrenando, solo espero que no haya sido en nuestra ausencia o que ese alguien se estuviese jugando la vida en un intento de ser como aquellos payasos arrogantes en piyamas de Nueva York

—Y que lo digas bro… Hey con calma pulga, nuestra espalda ya no es lo que era antes.

Por la emoción del momento te olvidaste de tu peculiar aspecto, tu pelo lleno de pasto, las calcetas manchadas de tierra y tu cara con lo que parecía ser lodo seco.

—Veo que alguien tuvo un día un tanto cercano con la naturaleza. No sabía que hoy era el día de la tierra.

Al entender a lo que se refería Layla, enseguida negaste para contarles sobre tu día.

—Entonces en retrospectiva, debes elegir uno o más selectivos a antes de la siguiente semana

—“Así es, solo que hay un problema, no sé por cuál decidirme. Intenté tanto con futbol americano como con futbol y ambos me encantaron, pero solo puedo elegir uno, ya que tienen el mismo horario"

—Querrás decir, futbol y soccer… -Comento Marc

-"Por eso, futbol americano y futbol"

—No, no, no, se dice futbol y soccer...

—De verdad, solo ustedes los gringos le dicen así al futbol. -Refuto Jake

—Que es soccer!!!

—De hecho es fútbol, ya que, el deporte como es conocido mundialmente se formalizó aquí en Inglaterra en el siglo XIX.

—Gracias hermanito

—Marc, cariño, sabes que odio tomar partido entre ustedes tres y que por lo general te apoyo en lo que puedo, pero… solo ustedes y si acaso uno que otro país le llaman soccer al futbol.

—"¿Que hay de ti shifu? ¿Tú como le dices al deporte del balón pie?”

—Por décima vez humana insensata, mi nombre es Konshu, no Shifu y en cuanto a lo del deporte, debido a la inmortalidad que mi título de Dios me concede puedo decir con certeza que si bien Marc Spector no está equivocado tampoco está en lo cierto, pues el nombre varía según la región, sin embargo, es popularmente conocido como futbol y no soccer

Mientras que Jake y Marc seguían discutiendo por la manera correcta en referirse al deporte, Steven tomo el control del cuerpo ahora

—A todo esto cariño, ¿cuál era el problema que decías tener?

-“Claro, eso, el problema es que no logro decidirme por uno y aparte... bueno, siento que no soy la mejor, por lo que no creo que me acepten...

—Cariño, nadie nace sabiendo, aparte, para eso son tus clases, para que aprendas...

—"Sí, pero tal parece que eso no le interesa a los entrenadores o no al menos si viene de parte de una chica"

—¿Quien carajos piensan que son ellos para hablarte así? Dinos quienes fueron y te aseguro que Konshu y yo les haremos ver sus peores pesadillas a esos hijos de…

Layla al entender a lo que te referías de inmediato se sentó a tu lado para poder consolarte. —Espera, Jake...Habibi escucha, si realmente eso es lo que quieres hazlo, no dejes que nadie, en especial un hombre te diga que hacer, si quieres jugar futbol o soccer, hazlo, si quieres dedicarte a la ciencia, hazlo, si quieres ser o hacer tal cosa, hazlo. Si es algo que te apasiona ve por ello y más.

-"Gracias Layla"

Créditos de las imágenes a sus respectivos artistas