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l3m0ncyan · 11 months
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New to Life | Chapter 13
MoonKnight System x Hispanic! Latina! Teen! Reader
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Warning: Teen drinking, Vomit lmaoo, men being weird
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Y/N sat in the passenger seat of the white pearly cab. Jake kept his sight on the road, remaining silent throughout the car ride. She looked outside, and it was still dark out. Glancing at the analog clock on the radio it was 1:49am
She was only awake in order to keep the destruction of her and the other two alters safe. If it wasn’t in jeopardy, she would have ignored Jake Lockley.
“So why do you need my help again?” She finally broke the silence.
He didn't look at her, instead opening the glove compartment and pulling out a tan file, which he handed to her.
Nothing was written on it, despite her expectation that it would have a case number or the words "CLASSIFIED" in bold lettering.
She paused before peering inside, where she found documents and news articles, but at the top of the pile was a square photograph of a man with stubble and a low ponytail. He appeared to be in his final years of college.
"Okay, what about him?” She shrugged and motioned to the file on her lap.
"Keep looking through it," Jake groaned.
“It would be easier for you to just tell me…” She mumbled.
Y/N did as she was told and flipped through the file's pages. She read the articles and noticed how each one mentioned a cybercrime occurring in different parts of London, far apart from one another. The majority of those were small business owners and middle-class citizens.
“So he’s robbing people virtually?”
“Yes”
"I still don't see why you need my help, he's literally scrawny, and I bet you can take this guy down by yourself," Y/N leaned back.
"I know that, but he is very paranoid. College students are the only ones who can approach him." He cast a glance at her. "Usually, girls with an American accent"
"Hell no," she said as she closed the file, seeing where it was going.
“Y/N,” Jake said firmly.
"No; he's creepy, and me and Mania have only fought ordinary criminals." Like purse snatchers." She drew her arms across her chest.
“Mania?” Jake tossed a quick glance at her before returning his attention to the road, "You named the parasite?"
“Parasite?!”
"Uh, it doesn't like being called that, you ought to apologize," Y/N said nervously.
“I am not saying sorry to a—“
“Don’t” she pleaded.
“He better not go the second time!”
"Parasitic leech," Jake finished, his voice tinged with disgust.
“That is it!”
Mania suddenly stretched out a few limbs. One pair rushed to wrap themselves around Jake's neck. The others clung to the steering wheel. Taking over the driving duties from Jake.
“Shit!” Y/N yelled out
Mania began to swerve the cab on the street. Tires were heard screeching. Fortunately, there were no cars around to play bumper cars with.
Jake would try to steady the vehicle with his hand, but Mania strangling him stopped him. He struggled to peel the black tentacles away from his larynx.
“I am going to kill this piece of shit” Jake said between chokes.
"Mania, stop!" Y/N would grab the stems of all limbs and try to pull them away, but she was being hit side to side as the cab veered left and right.
“Not until he apologizes!”
Y/N grunted as she was once again thrown against the cabs door, “We’ll all die before that happens!”
“I'll make sure this one stays dead” Jake growled, referring to Mania.
A horn blew and there was a flash of lights as they all fought. They all turned to see a massive truck speeding towards them. Mania and Y/N let out a scream, and Jake's eyes widened.
Mania immediately returned to Y/N's body, leaving the wheel vacant. Jake rushed to return the vehicle to its lane. He then slammed into the breaks, creating a large force that caused him and Y/N to violently jolt forward and back.
The truck sent one last blow of its horn as it passed by them.
The two stayed quiet in the cab as only the sound of the sleeping city revolved around them.
Y/N caught her breath and glanced at Jake. He had a frown, and his eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at the street.
“…I still haven’t said yes to the job” She finally speaks.
Jake scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief, “You are still difficult; even after we almost die”
Y/N tightens her lips before continuing, “Technically, we can’t die because I have Mania and you have Khonshu—“
He cut her off, ignoring her last statement, “You tagged along after I said I’d pay you”
Jake finally looks over to her, who has her arms crossed.
"...Money ain't worth this," she crossed her arms. "Can't you just get someone else?"
“You are getting paid”
“Not enough”
“It’s more than what you get a day working in the museum,” he finally looked at her.
“At least my wellbeing is safe,” she said with an attitude.
"Weren't you saying that you don't die because of Manic?" he challenged.
"Mania, and you also have powers to help, far better than what I can do," she clarified.
Jake was on the verge of losing patience, which he never did, but with this girl, he felt like he was conversing with a child who kept whining.
Normally, if someone was being difficult, he'd just kill them, but in this case, he couldn't.
And it appeared that Jake's patience would be tested further as the young adult continued to argue with him. One upping him at every chance she had.
“Nadie te ha dicho que eres la niña mas enfadosa? Quien te entiende, primero que si y ahora que no” Jake pinches the bridge of his nose.
*Has no one told you that you are the most annoying girl? Who understands you, first yes and now no*
“Y nadie te ha dicho que te miras que tienes un pepino en el culo?” Y/N growled at him.
*And has no one told you that you look like you have a cucumber up your ass?*
"Hija de la chingada," he murmurs, "I'll pay you twice as much as I promised."
Y/N thought for a moment before nodding, “Fine”
The cab arrived at what appeared to be a three-story house. The front yard was made up of a stone driveway that circled a patch of rose bushes. It was constructed of red brick with four windows aligned on each floor.
There were flashing colored lights and people dancing inside. Outside the house, there were other people holding red cups, most likely with alcohol. The majority of the guests were college students, much like frat boys and sorority girls in teen movies.
"I've never been to a house party, especially one with people like them," Y/N scrunched her face as she shrank into her seat.
"You don't have to socialize, just go in and find the guy," Jake said, looking over to the group she mentioned.
He opened the window that showed the backseat, “There are your clothes since…”
He turned to face Y/N, who was dressed in pajamas and a large shirt. Her hair was also a mess because she had been sleeping an hour ago.
“This is the new style, you know that right? All the cool kids wear this” she mockingly said as she extended the hem of her t-shirt to show the graphic image.
"Not in England," he said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, placing one in his mouth and flickering the flame onto it, "Hurry and change."
She turned around to see a casual crop top and jeans sitting on the red leather seats. Jake appeared to have gone through her wardrobe before they left. It's no surprise he didn't ask her to change at home. She got out of the passenger seat and went into the back of the cab, nervous.
She approached the front of the large house and gazed at the large social gathering. When she walked in, music was blasting into her ears, and the smell of pot and alcohol enveloped her.
“God, that money better be worth it” she scowled.
A small buzz was heard from her right ear, specifically her earpiece.
“It will, how’s the party?” Jake’s voice came through.
"Just future doctors and lawyers getting high and drunk," she said, placing her fingers on it. "I'm still confused why you have me using this earpiece instead of our phones. It's like I'm in Spy Kids."
“Because the guy we’re trying to catch has gotten everyone’s info from their devices; phones, smart watch, technology”
Y/N stopped, “Isn’t he hearing us talking then?”
“I have our pieces immune to that sort of thing”
Y/N nodded and made her way through the house, intrigued in how Jake is more tech savvy than Marc and Steven.
A large group of people was dancing to the music being played in one large room, which appeared to be the living room. It had a balcony above it where more people were talking or making out.
Walking into the kitchen, there was people having shots as everyone cheered them on. To the side we’re some who were recording while others who were unamused and on their phones.
“Question, why is he getting into peoples phones?”
“It’s a way to find out who you are. Which will be easier for us to catch once he sees who you are”
“…he’s gonna see my shit?”
There was a hum, “Si, just stay calm when he comes around, and it will be fine,”
“But–”
“Hey I know you!”
Y/N whipped her head around, and before her was a guy around her age.
He was about the same height as she was, maybe an inch or two taller. He had long-ish blonde hair that fell above his shoulders.
His pale skin accentuated his blue eyes and freckles. He wore a blue and white striped sweatshirt with jeans and sneakers.
Y/N furrowed her brows as she stared at him, trying to remember if she had ever spoken to him. His accent matched the rest of England's, and he didn't resemble the man in the photo, so who was he?
He gave a small laugh and said, "Guess you don't know who I am, I'm Nickalus, but you can call me Nick for short. We have the same class; you usually sit next to me?"
Y/N made an ‘ohh’ sound as her head lifted in understanding, even though she didn’t recognize him. “Right, you… sorry I didn’t recognize you”
“It’s alright, no one really does,” he said bashfully.
Y/N gave an awkward smile and nodded, resuming her efforts to look for who she had come for.
Staying in the background didn't seem to be working when a girl their age approached them with two red cups and said, "Come on! Nobody can hide from me, so drink!"
“Nah, I’m good,” Y/N raised her hand to dismiss the offer.
“Same with her,” Nick pointed to Y/N with his thumb.
The girl ignored Nick and turned to face Y/N. “You are from the States, right? You know the legal drinking age is 18, right?” She taunted Y/N as she leaned in close.
The aroma of the dozen mixed alcohols filled her nostrils as she brought the cup closer to Y/N's face. Y/N took a look at the red liquid. It was a lovely ruby color and appeared to be sweet, but she knew it wasn't.
“Y/N…don't do it” Jake came through the small earpiece, “Remember why you are here”
Y/N stayed quiet as everyone in the kitchen began to cheer her on. Nick looked nervous beside her. Hesitantly, the two took the cups in their hands. The yelling became louder, submitting them even more to peer pressure.
“Drink, pussy!”
"Don't," Jake finally said before Y/N chugged it, causing him to sigh.
Her mouth was filled with the bitter taste of alcohol. It left a hot sensation in her esophagus as it passed through. Everyone cheered when she finished the cup and crushed it. Nick could only watch and follow.
Her face felt immediately warm. Her tongue was tingling, and without a pause, the same girl brought more to the two.
And Y/N continued to drink.
She couldn't help herself; after all the stress of college and keeping so many secrets, this was like a breather. It was also the first time she felt like she was in one of those college party movies. With less sex and more booze.
Jake was also there in case anything went wrong. That is, if he didn't decide to abandon her.
She started to feel tipsy after about five drinks, and everything around her seemed a little off. She set the cup down and turned to face Nick, who appeared to be far from sober. Despite the fact that she barely knew him, she grabbed the cup from him.
"OK, bud, I think you've had enough," she said as she patted his back.
He shook his head, “I can take it”
She objected and motioned for him to leave. Everyone else in the room booed, but she ignored them and followed Nick.
"Thank you, we barely met, and yet you helped me out," he said, surprised.
"Yeah, just watch your drinking," she said with a quick smile.
“I will, maybe we should–”
Before he could finish, the screeching sound of a microphone echoed from the living room. Seeing people follow the commotion, they followed as well.
The music stopped, and so did the dancing. They were all looking up at the indoor balcony from before.
The guy from the file was, as expected, at the top. The same stubble and low ponytail.
“How’s everyone doing?!” People cheered, and others raised their cups of alcohol.
“Good, good. Everyone knows, we are close to ending this year, right? Everyone is moving up. But for us seniors, it’s our last fucking year before we actually behave like adults”
People agreed with hoots and cheers. He raised a cup, and so did everyone.
Y/N squinted at his figure, trying to make out his personality, cringing at how he was trying to give off some sort of TV host vibe.
“To the last year of our lives! Class of 2023!”
The audience erupted, and the music began to play again. He sipped from his cup and scanned the crowd.
That's when his gaze was drawn to Y/N. It was a look that showed she was the one he was looking for.
As he smiled and began to walk downstairs, her eyes widened. Y/N slightly panicked, mostly because she was not in the right state to fight if it came to it.
"Fuck, he's coming to me," Y/N said, turning away from Nick and holding the earpiece down. "What should I do?"
“Maybe if you weren’t drinking, you would know." Jake mumbled.
“I could just leave if I want to”
"Do you remember the USB I gave you? Let him take you to his computer, plug in the USB, and wait for everything to download. Flirting is usually useful."
Y/N groaned and turned to face Nick before sneaking away from him. Being left to win the heart of the Alexander Hamilton lookalike.
Jake took another puff of smoke from his cigarette and blew it out the window after turning off the mic. He saw Y/N from one of the large windows while staring into the large mansion. She stood awkwardly by the stairs, waiting for the party's main attraction.
“Why did you lie and say she was needed for this mission? You could have easily went in and finished it quickly if you had not brought her”
Jake didn’t need to look to know who it was. Khonshu sat in the backseat, near the small window.
“I just wanted to see if she could do things like this.” Jake didn’t take his eyes off of her.
"Are you sure she can do this?" Khonshu hummed. "The little maggot can't even kill without causing chaos, let alone do it herself. Her own parasite is doing it for her. She's also now intoxicated."
“She doesn’t have to kill anyone for this,” Jake scrunched his face, “Either way, if she ruins the plan, Ill just step in”
Through the window, he followed her figure as it stumbled her way behind the target and soon disappeared upstairs.
"I just want to see if she can handle herself, just for entertainment," he said, blowing out a cloud and tapping the cigarette to release the bundle of ash at the end.
It was silent before Khonshu continued, “I hope you aren’t already getting attached to her like the other idiots”
Jake stopped from putting the cigarette into his mouth again, “...That won’t ever happen, especially for a brat like her”
He looked to one of the windows on the third story and could see the two teenagers walk in. Y/N, and the guy talked before sitting on his bed.
As the guy made his way to his mini fridge on a table, Y/N drummed her fingers on her knees. She took the chance to look around and try to find the computer, but she felt like she was dissociating. Still, the computer wasn't hard to find when it had a huge set-up like one of those Twitch streamers. She just had to find a way to download the files without him noticing.
“I will do it; keep him busy,” Mania said before coming out of her lower back and grabbing the USB from her pocket.
It made its way to the computer and plugged in the small device. As Y/N stared, her anxiety increased as she realized she was going to be caught.
“What's your go-to flavor for Buzzballz?” He asked.
She looked back at him with surprise and squinted, “Uh…”
“Don’t tell me you never tried it,” he laughed and brought out one, “You look more of a ‘Chili Mango’ kind gal”
He handed her a small round yellow bottle. The top has the silver part that any tin soda can has.
She looked down at it, feeling nauseous about having any more booze. Still, it was a way to keep him distracted. She clicked it open and brought the rim to her mouth, letting her body consume more liquid.
Immediately, her head felt like it was spinning. It was like she just spun in a circle for twenty minutes, and she was still feeling the symptoms.
Y/N felt the right side of her bed dip down. The guy was too close for comfort, and he raised a finger to her face. It then traveled down and rested on her shoulder.
"Too bad I'm graduating, we could have been something," he says into her neck.
Realizing the situation, she sobered up quickly and sat up, “Hey, how about you tell me about your place. It’s real big”
“That’s not the only thing that’s big”
“Done! Let us get out!”
“Okay! Well this was fun but I have to go, exams tomorrow you know” She stood up and began to back away to the door.
He followed and steered her away into a wall. Cornering her.
“Hey, I show you my room and you aren’t going to reward me?” He stood more defensive. Using his size as an advantage.
"That doesn't mean shit," she squinted, attempting to flee from the side but being stopped by an arm.
“Girls like you just make me harder” he smirked which gained him a sickened expression from Y/N.
“Hell no, let me get him!”
“Wait!”
Mania took control of Y/N's arms, blackening them as if she had dipped them in tar. It grabbed the guy's shoulders and pushed him up against the wall.
“Oh my god, what the fuck?!” He yelled.
He kicked his legs in an attempt to break Mania's grip. Y/N tried to lunge back to unclutch Mania, but it was obvious that this was not going to work.
"Mania let him go! He isn't worth it!" Y/N grunted as she continued to try to pull away. Mania began choking him gradually before huffing.
“Fine”
It dropped him and retracted back into Y/N’s body. He choked as he used his hand to soothe his throat.
He finally looked up and scowled at Y/N, “What the fuck are you?”
She remained motionless, her mouth agape. Her secret had been revealed, and it was to a complete stranger.
A stranger with the ability to expose her with the click of a few buttons. He had most likely heard about the 'monster' in the news.
He began to stand up, keeping his eye on her, “If you’re that alien from the news, you are about to earn me recognition. I'll let everyone know”
Y/N’s eyes widened, “Look you don’t–”
When they heard sirens outside, their voices fell silent. A blue light shone through the window. When the man rushed to the window sill and saw two cop cars, he knew. People began to flee the house.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” He ran a hand through his hair, “I’m turning you in to save my arse”
He turned back and Y/N was gone.
Y/N bolted through the back door and, with Mania's assistance, jumped the fence. Her feet landed on the sidewalk. Y/N kept running until the white cab passed her. It honked, and the window slid down to reveal Jake.
“Hurry or i'm leaving you” he said which rushed Y/N to the passenger side of the cab.
As she caught her breath, Jake began to drive away. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted up, and she was heaving from all the running and panic.
"Did you do what I asked?" He cast an eyebrow at her.
She nodded and brought out the USB from her pocket, “Yup, police came right after it finished downloading”
Jake tucked the small device into the pocket of his jacket. He cast a glance at Y/N, who was looking ahead with a worried expression.
He looked back onto the road, “Que paso?”
*What happened?”
“...I screwed up. He found out about Mania and now he’s going to be tell the police and I might be arrested” Her eyes stayed glued to the road.
Jake hummed, “Not going to happen…”
“Huh?” she turned to him
“I called the police. Told them that I wanted to report drug use in a party full of minors. If he does say anything, they'll just think it’s just the effects”
“But there wasn’t any– You planted drugs in the house?” She finally looked at him.
Jake remained silent, with only the low music from the radio playing in the background. "Did you just have some laying around?" she asked, taking his silence as a 'yes'.
He didn’t say anything which made it easy for her to ask, “Can you get me weed?”
“No,” he said with a stern voice.
She huffed and roughly threw her back onto the seat. With that sudden movement, she slowly sat up. Jake noticed her turning pale and looked at her. Sweat started to form on her brow and neck.
Y/N felt nauseous and her mouth began to fill with extra saliva.
Registering what was about to happen, Jake’s eyes expanded, “No, no! Not in here!”
Y/N ignored him as she felt her throat fill with a warm substance that wanted to escape. Her body recoiled without hesitation. Her mouth forced open, letting whatever it was out. Her eyes welled up as she retched.
Jake switched between looking at the road and back at Y/N. As the odor began to fill the car, he grimaced and rushed to lower the windows.
“Whoops…I can clean it up?” Y/N smiled sheepishly.
Jake frowned and stared straight ahead, saying nothing to avoid saying something he would later regret.
Y/N was awakened by a throbbing pain in the head. She tried with little success to ignore it in order to get another hour of sleep. The light from the sun stung her eyes as she slowly opened them, forcing her to close them quickly.
She slowly sat up and used her arm to create a barrier between the beams and her orbs. Once conscious, she felt all the feelings of a hangover.
Her stomach felt empty, as if she had emptied it all out, which she had. Her hair was stuck to her forehead from sweating the night before. Aside from that, her head felt like it was being squeezed with a tight grip.
She held her skull as she slowly stood up and shuffled to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and scanned each shelf. Her eyes fell upon a bottle of water which she quickly took in her hand.
Once she unscrewed the cap, she jugged a huge gulp of the cool liquid.
She wiped her mouth and walked into the living room, then into the bathroom.
When she looked in the mirror, her hair was all over the place and her under eyes were darker than usual.
Her face transformed into Manias within a second, holding a sharp smile.
“You look hilarious”
Not amused, Y/N only stared, “I thought you would have helped with hangovers”
“I only help you not act like a fool, while your body just does it on its own”
Y/N rolled her eyes as Mania chuckled. She reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste to remove the bad taste from her mouth.
“You remember what happened last night?”
“Pretty much, especially leaving Jake cleaning duty” she cringed at the last part.
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A knock came from the door which made Y/N stop cooking at the stove and move to the front of the apartment. She knew who it was without looking at the peephole.
Marc was standing in front of her, his hands in his pockets. He looked down and raised a brow, his confused expression quickly turning playful.
“Looks like you had fun last night. You went to one of your first college parties?”
Y/N scoffed, “I thought you would be freaking out right now. You know, especially from you and Steven’s talk yesterday”
Marc shrugged, “You’re standing in front of me aren’t you? So you made it home safe. Plus you might be too busy with a hangover to hear yelling from me. Steven though…”
His body tensed up quickly and Steven took over. He looked over at Y/N immediately. She knew immediately that he was about to talk her ear off.
And here she thought she left her parents lectures back in America.
“Did I not warn you Y/N?! Blimey, I’m surprised you got home last night, you could have woken up on the sidewalk!” He gestures to the outside of the building.
Steven’s yelling feels like it’s piercing Y/N’s mind. She tenses up and squeezes her eyes shut with the pitch sound.
Turns out, Mania wasn’t liking it either.
“Tell him to shut up before I eat his bowels!” Mania screeched.
“Steven! Shh!” She put her pointer finger against her lips.
Steven stopped and realized the situation, “Oh! I’m sorry but that is your fault”
“Okay whatever I’m sorry,” she waved it off and walked over to the stove to finish cooking breakfast which she and the two sat down to eat.
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Y/N walked down the brick path of the campus that led to the building of her class.
It was actually sunny out, yet still cold. It left her to wear her usual sweatshirt and jeans combo for the day.
However she wasn’t thinking of the day or about her fashion statement. After exposing herself to a person about Mania, she worries that her secret will be out to the world soon.
She hasn’t even explained it all to her family. Anytime the topic came up, she would change it. Which probably made it worse to gently lay news in the future.
“Why are you worrying about it so much? We are fine” Y/N could hear Mania was smiling.
“For now, what if next time Jake isn’t there? What if we hurt someone, deeming us as a threat to society?”
“That won’t happen, you are exaggerating”
Y/N adjusted the straps of her backpack on her shoulders, “Can you at least put yourself in my position? It would really—“
“Hey Y/N! Is that you?!”
She turned around and saw a familiar blonde running up to her. Reminding her of a scene that would play out in a show.
“How did he know your name?”
“Uh, yeah, Nick right?” She wrinkled her brows together.
“Oh wow you remembered!” His eyes seemed to sparkle with her acknowledgment of his existence.
She gave a small chuckle, “I mean yeah, I don’t forget faces, especially ones that go crazy with frat drinks”
He gave an embarrassed smile, “You remember that huh, thanks for stopping me before it got out of hand. Speaking of which, were you there when everyone got chased out by cops?”
“Yeah, I was able to run out before they caught me”
Nick nodded, “By the way, were you with the host before the cops came? I heard him yelling about an alien or something”
Y/N swallowed thick saliva, “Oh? I didn’t know that. I was in the restroom when I heard the sirens”
“Hmm, weird then, maybe it was the drinks” he shrugged.
Y/N agreed and let out a quiet sigh as the topic changed.
The two continued walking down the path to the building of their lecture block. There the two continued to talk and soon enough, Y/N was able to form a new friendship in London.
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Omggg I am so sorry for the 3 (?) month hiatus. I was deep writers blocks ass. Anyways this chapter I kinda wanted to focus more on Y/N’s and Jake’s relationship in order to start off the arc of her figuring out more about Mania. Also new character!
Let me know if y’all want any scenarios added onto here (please I beg, I need more creative juices flowing, college is sucking it all out of me :,))
Tag list: @itsjusspele @dustyinkpages @scoliobean @moonywritings @zeros-rot
Btw let me know if y’all want to be tagged in the next chapters :)
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crystalaris · 1 year
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Please Don’t Hate Me!
(Moon knight x Reincarnated teen Reader)
Marc Spector carries a lot of Secrets that more often than not get him into a world of trouble. Turns out his kid might have more than he does.
Poor Layla, she didn't sign up for this
In other words:
In a world where a person from our world reincarnates into moon knight and they Really, Really love their big family
Disclaimer: I do not own Moon Knight or the photos (I do edit the photos, but they are not mine)
Warnings: none at this time
Ch1 u r here, Ch 2, Ch 3
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Ch 1: Meeting, but only the Tail of the Coin is Shown
A woman with dark eyes stares at the blond in the bus window and sighs heavily. Pulling up her hood, tilting her head as she adds in her ear buds, one right after the other, completing the blond teenager look.
Smiling at her reflection she can't help the small want to pop some gum. Sad to say, she finished her last pack the other day. Still, it bothers her that she has to go back.
It’s much too soon.
If she could, she'd love to stay the night, but she can't let mama get any more suspicious. So leaving earlier is a no brainer, but still its painful.
She wasn't able to see him this time and it hurts just a bit, but being able to leave him a message and a present in their special place helps makes the ache that much smaller. Shutting her eyes, she sends a quick prayer to her god in hopes that he'll get to open his present to night since it's always been better fresh.
Just as she's finished, she feels a weight on the back of her head and snaps her eyes open in annoyance. Only to blink in pleasant surprise as a bright and happy grin forms on the reflective surface, ignoring the fondness forming, she stays still to the best of her ability.
She gently, but hungrily, she takes in the man's features. Dark, messy and slightly curled hair. The curve of his eyebrows, the softness of his nose against the back of her neck... she wishes so desperately in this moment that the windows were mirrors instead of a reflective surface. Wanting to see him clearly.
She whispers a word in her mind with such longing that she'd hate herself if it hadn't already been so long.
It nearly tears her resolve apart for him to be here, right at this moment, when she has no more options, but to leave.
She wants to turn around, to hold him and hug him tightly. Never letting go, but she can't.
She can't
To Him she is a stranger, a fly on the wall. She doesn't want to be that fly. She wants... she wants to just be there. She wants him to see her.
Her grip on the strap tightens, losening only with an exhale of a breath.
To her, it feels as if a fluffy cat has jumped into her lap, and no matter how much she wants to show her love to such a precious being, it's not allowed. It would be horrible if she scared the poor creature off.
So for now, she's willing to give him any form of comfort. Be it, A head to rest on. Or being A relaxing presence. So she stands still. Even when the bus passes her stop, she stays. It’s okay she doesn't mind the exercise.
That is nothing compared to this.
For her, at least.
Not even a moment has passed when the man twitches awake, jolting off of her back. The apologies rolling off his tongue. His reaction hurts, but she buries it, deep.
She offers him, what she assumes is a soft smile. When in reality it's small and sad. Causing the man to once again apologize.
Only relaxing when he sees her smile widen into a lighter, happier one, 'it's nice.' He thinks 'at least there's one person that doesn't hate me.'
When the man raises his drink and says, "Cheers" she can't help her laugh, thankfully it's short, but it does seem to brighten his day as well as hers.
She doesn't mind that he's different from the one she knows. It still helps, just a little, that this man is near, that he's looking with familiar deep chocolate eyes. ‘well’ she muses to herself, 'the colors are familiar at least.' these ones aren't the guarded, sad, happy eyes that greeted her in her childhood, nor the sharp ones that had scared her once upon a time.
This man's eyes are curious, but polite and very, very tired.
Even then it was only a glimpse before the man had run away- no, had to quickly leave the buss.
She watched as he ran into the imposing building, and the ache in her heart grew. Turning around she pushed past the pain, 'not yet.' She whispered to herself, 'not yet, but soon.'
She wanted to believe that.
And she did. She really, Really did.
She had been hoping, wishing and dreading constantly it over the past year.
It's been tough, but bearable.
Painful, but... she was expecting it.
One of the few things that dulled the ache? She knew they all would meet again.
'Besides' she mused to herself as she entered the London Sanctum, removing her wig 'It’s not like I haven't been visiting them. That and mama has been out hunting, it shouldn't be long now.'
Still she was grateful she got to see him before leaving
Looks like her god would be getting some of his favorite desserts tonight.
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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))
please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait
pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader
TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? angst, more angst, yelling, mentions of past child abuse, let me know if i missed anything.
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you were sat at the table in the kitchen the next morning while slowly picking at a muffin steven had made earlier.
marc sat across from you, and layla had left earlier as well.
it was silent. too silent. you could hear every drop of rain that fell on the ground a couple stories down.
that was until you decided to speak up.
"so... am i still grounded?" you ask uncomfortably.
marc sighs a runs a hand through his hair. "yes. but.. for less time. and i know this will.. absolutely break your heart but.. but..... oh motherfu- jake you do it"
"no"
"darling listen.." steven takes over. "we decided as a group.. and your mother and even khonshu agrees but... we've decided that you won't be able to be arachnid until you're eighteen.." your heart drops at stevens sentence.
"what..?" you ask shakily and marc sighs.
"i know it's hard to hear, but we really mean it this time. we can't have you out there getting hurt-"
"but you do it all the time!" you interrupt. "jake knows how important it is to me- he agrees that i should have freedom! right jake?" you look to him in the mirror and he gives you a sad look.
"wha- jake?! you too?! seriously- i- you've seen what i can do- i-" you cut yourself off, tearing up and putting your head in your hands, allows resting on the table.
steven sighs sadly. "it's okay darling, we're sorry but- you need to focus on your school work, i mean it's the beginning of march and you're failing almost all your classes! you haven't even been in school all too much either!" he raises his voice and you look up at him.
"you can't do this- it doesn't matter if i graduate i don't even know what i'm going to do in life- all i have are these stupid powers!" you tell back at him and a stern look takes over stevens face.
"no, you listen. you need to graduate, i'm not letting you throw your life away-"
"why not?! you're already taking away everything else!" you cut him off again.
steven scoffs, which is something unlike him to do. "excuse me? we are taking away one thing- and it hurts you don't you understand? it's gotten you kidnapped!" he raises his voice another notch.
you groan out of annoyance. "steven just stop- im not giving this up, i can't" you start. "there's people out there that need my help-"
"they have us, kid" marc says and you look to the mirror where he looks at you. "you aren't invincible! you're just a kid, you shouldn't be out there risking your life-"
"neither should you! what if one day khonshu can't heal you?! what- what if one day i just sit here like an idiot waiting for you to come home and you never do?!" you stand up from your seat.
"y/n we will always come home- but you however are young and inexperienced. you are more likely to die out there than we are" steven answers. "we can't lose you. we are doing this because we love you, i need you to understand that" he quiets his voice and you sigh, sitting back down.
"but that's why i-" you're interrupted by khonshu appearing in a thick fog before he turns to steven.
"we must go!" he shouts and you look to steven in a panic.
"no! i- i just got back-"
"darling listen, we will continue this when we get back but you have to promise me you'll stay here-"
"don't just leave! what's wrong with you?!-"
"casper is coming over to make sure you stay put- now we really have to go-" steven  continues to talk over you while his suit forms onto his body.
"steven this isn't fair-"
"don't talk to me about 'fair', now i love you, just stay here" steven days before leaving out the window, making you stare with wide eyes at all that just happened.
"great job 'dad'. sending my fucking boyfriend to come babysit me" you mutter under your breath as you speed walk to your room and slam the door shut, falling onto your bed face first.
that's when you immediately hear a knock at the front door and you groan out of annoyance.
"yeah okay- can't even get a fucking minute of peace" you mumble, swinging your door open to march to the front door.
you open it to see casper with a sad smile on his face. "are you okay?" he asks quietly and you sigh, dragging him in by his sleeve and shutting the door.
"i'm fine. it's not like you came here just to babysit me" you say sarcastically and sit down on the couch with your arms crossed.
casper sighs and goes to sit next to you. "i came here to make sure you're okay. and because i love you" he says honestly, and you look over to him.
"and to make sure i don't leave" you add and he shakes his head.
"even i know that i couldn't stop you if you really wanted to leave" he says and you nod. "that's true-"
"but you wouldn't. i can tell how exhausted you are right now" casper tells you and you look away, biting the inside of your cheek.
"i'm not even-"
"come on, marc told me everything that happened. have you even tried to sleep since then?" he asks and you stay quiet.
casper sighs and stands up in front of you, offering you a hand. "come on" is all he says before you take his hand.
he takes you to your room and pulls the blanket back on your bed.
you get the message and sit down, looking up at casper as he slips his shoes off before joining you.
"just get some sleep, okay? i'm worried about you" he pushes you down so that your head hits your pillow.
"i'm really not in the mood to sleep right now-" you try sitting back up and casper moves behind you to put his arms around your waist, keeping you from sitting up.
"casper-"
"you're not getting out of this and i'm not leaving until you fall asleep"
"how about you just don't leave at all"
"deal"
you smile to yourself before turning around in casper's arms to face him.
"and for the record, i love you too" you lean to press a kiss to casper's lips before burying your face in his neck.
casper sighs in content and hugs you closer, feeling almost just as tired as you were.
i'm not even two minutes both of you were fast asleep in each others arms, not a care in the world about anything that has ever happened.
meanwhile a few hours later you were still asleep, but in a different position.
you were on your back, head to the side while casper was still hugging your waist but with his face buried in your stomach.
and that's what jake had come home to.
he smiles as and shook his head before closing your door and quietly cleaning up the dried blood on his face.
it wasn't his by the way.
another hour passed and marc was extremely stressed about how tense them and you were before they left, and was almost scared of the next conversation you were going to have once you woke up.
he heard your door open a moment later and thought the worst.
that was until he realized it was casper and not you. he unknowingly let out a sigh of relief as casper approached him.
"how was she?" marc asks quietly and casper sits down next to him.
"justifiably angry" he starts. "i know that she understands why you're taking away arachnid, but it is a part of her now" he explains and marc sighs.
"i know but she's my kid.. she should be focusing on school, not listening to the news and going out to risk her life everyday" marc rants and casper nods.
"i miss her" casper confesses. "the real y/n. she used to try, like actually try. she had a job, and she tried her hardest in school but now.. she's changed so much" he takes a breath. "and i get that she's been going through things lately, like being kidnapped and- and taken by the police but- i need her back" he looks tearfully to marc, who gives him a concerned look.
"i can't let her destroy herself, i just can't" casper hides his tears behind his hands. "i love her marc. i would do anything to make her happy again"
marc puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. "i.. i know how that feels" he starts. "i'm glad she found someone like you.. and i hate that i just admitted that" casper smiles slightly at marc's comment and wiped his tears away.
"thank you, sir"
"call me marc.. you've earned it" marc mumbles and casper nods before marc furrows his brows in thought.
and that was when jake fronted, and casper noticed a change.
"you guys didn't actually have sex did you?" jake questions and casper quickly shakes his head
"no- no. we didn't..." he says.
"but?" jake adds and casper sighs.
"she.. she tried to get something started and i could tell she didn't want it" casper starts. "i.. i stopped her before anything actually happened.."
jake looks down at the ground. "..are you both okay?" he asks and casper nods.
"yeah, i.. i know she wasn't in the right headspace.... and i knew she was hurting" he finishes and jake nods.
"thank you"
casper looks confused. "for what? i just did the right thing- anybody would've done it-"
"no i.. we thank you for protecting her. even though she's technically a 'superhero' she still needs someone" jake starts. "someone like you" he admits and casper smiles slightly.
he's about to say something when you come wandering out, yawning and wiping away the tear stains from your cheeks.
nobody said anything. you just stood looking at them.
"you guys were talking about me.. weren't you?" you ask, already knowing the answer.
"all good things" casper tells you. he thought that one little lie couldn't hurt, as long as you didn't use all your energy up again from crying and being overall angry.
"does this mean you have to go home?" you ask him, not even bothering to acknowledge jake.
casper sighs. "i believe it does.. but we will see each other at school tomorrow, and i can help you get caught up" he offers while standing up.
you simply nod and tiredly walk over to him, wrapping your arms around him waist in a hug.
casper hugs you back and when you let go he heads to the door.
"i'll see you tomorrow, y/n. take care of yourself for me" he says before leaving.
you stare at the door for a moment before looking hesitantly at jake.
there was an awkward silence before either of you said anything.
"are you still mad at us?" jake asks which earns a scoff from marc at his bad choice in starting a conversation.
you furrow your brows and cross your arms in front of your chest. "what do you think, dip shit?" you retort and jake stands up with his hands on his hips.
"disculpe?" jake responds and you look away from him with a shake of your head.
"hey- look at me when i'm talking to you" he says sternly so with attitude, you look back at jake, who seemed to switch.
"don't call him that" steven starts, taking his hands off his hips to put them in his sweaters pockets. "you don't get to swear at us like that-"
"yeah? but what stopped me before?" you interrupt and steven takes a deep breath.
"don't interrupt me, and when you did it before it wasn't to hurt us- you better apologize to him or so help me-"
"so help you what? what are you going to do? send my boyfriend back here to babysit me while you go fuck around in your stupid suit?" you start angrily. "how about taking my phone- oh wait! you already have! god knows when i'll fucking get it back!"
"you watch your tone-"
"i'm not finished 'steven'" you say his name as if it's a curse in your mouth. "bet you're regretting adopting me now, huh? it's all been shits and giggles up until you took everything away from me! first my phone- and- and then arachnid- what's next?! are you going to starve me?! resort to beating me, because i damn well deserve it!"
stevens eyes widen at your words and the fact that your angrily yelling at him, marc and jake are just as shocked but can't find anything to possibly say.
"why did you even adopt me?! why bother trying- you've never been around kids before- and marc's had a bunch of trauma associated with it so why?!" you yell in stevens face and he hesitates in putting a hand on each of your shoulders.
"listen. we love you y/n, please just tell us why you're so worked up" he offers quietly and calmly and you stare up at him confused.
"..what...- you- answer my damn question!" you shove his hands off you you.
"we adopted you because we all saw part of ourselves in you.." steven starts.
that's when marc fronted. it was getting to be a bit too much for steven.
"even before jake.. me and steven both saw a part of ourselves in you. and you were hurting. you were overworked with school and your job, and you were being bullied at school- we had to at least help you" he starts and you calm down enough to listen.
"we.. grew attached. we became protective over you because we saw you as our kid. i have always had trouble expressing.. feelings... and so have you now please, please just tell us what's bothering you" he takes a breath. "please baby, i know you're hurting just tell us how we can help you" his voice breaks at the end of his sentence and you look down at the ground.
it's silent for a minute while you try and hold back tears.
"i.. if i can't help then what's the point..?" you start slowly, still staring at the floor. "i don't want to just sit here and do nothing... nobody else knows what's going on out there with harrow- and- and all that shit- i just want to stop it. it's my fault" you take a deep breath.
"i should've died out there where my mother left me.." you manage to rasp out before marc looks at you in absolute terror.
he moves his hands to each side of your face to lift your head up so he could look you in the eyes.
"don't you ever say that again, you hear me? nothing is your fault- and we're sorry for being so hard on you when you got home but you need to learn. you need to have a life outside arachnid, where you can get a job you love- maybe have a family of your own one day but you can't do that it you're constantly being hurt physically and emotionally" he pauses. "you need a break"
you don't say anything but your eyes gather with tears as you take in a shaky breath.
"..i'm sorry...." you manage to squeak out before tumbling into full blown sobs.
"i'm so sorry- i didn't mean to yell at you guys! i know why you do these things and i shouldn't take my anger out on you it's not fair! i'm sorry- i'm so so sorry-!" you get pulled into marc's chest, and your arms fall around his shoulders as you cry your heart out into his shirt.
"shh.. it's okay, we know you. we know you don't mean those things-"
"no marc you don't understand! i've been a horrible person to you guys and you didn't even do anything-"
"no. stop thinking like that, okay? i only want to hear you say good things about yourself, none of this self deprecating bullshit" marc rubs your back as you calm down, and you refuse to look up at him.
"i'm sorry.." you wipe your face. "stevens suit isn't stupid.. it's great" you sniff.
"it's okay darling, are you feeling better?" steven speaks up through the mirror on the wall.
"i shouldn't have yelled at you.." you say quietly, and wipe at your wet cheeks again.
"it's alright, you were just blowing off steam.. but next time just talk to us okay?" steven requests gently and you nod.
"good, now you seriously need to eat something, you're going to pass out from exhaustion" marc says and guides you back to the kitchen table where your muffin still sits from earlier in the day.
"if you want something else-"
"no.. it's fine" you cut him off and start taking small bites of the muffin.
you eat your muffin while marc sits across from you at the table, trying to decide if he should say anything.
he overall decides to, with the help of steven and jake.
"is there anything else bothering you..?" he asks and you look up at him and nod slightly.
he tilts his head at you as if asking you to go on.
you sigh and look down at the table, specifically the empty muffin wrapper.
"i just.. i miss how we used to be. i've been a terrible girlfriend to casper too.." you voice your worries and marc sighs.
"i miss you too. you lost yourself for a while and we are all here to help you, you know that" he starts. "and don't worry about casper. that kid loves you so much, i've seen it"
you look up at him and nod, slowly standing up from your chair, making marc do the same.
you slowly walk over to him to snake your arms around his waist and rest your forehead on his chest.
marc gently puts a hand around the back of your head and the other around your shoulder.
"it's okay. you'll be okay, kid" he tells you, which makes you tear up again.
you stood there with him for what felt like hours, and he didn't mind one bit.
steven and jake let him have this moment with you, letting him hold you while you calmed yourself.
who knows what the future would bring from here?
would you turn yourself around? would you go back to being an angst teenager?
but more importantly, would you lose someone close to you..?
i guess we won't know until later.
much later.
you thought this was going to be the end of this little chapter of your life didn't you?
tsk. you should know me better than that by now-
anyways, now, you're doing much better. it was now middle of april and you've gotten your grades up to C's, you get your phone for the day, and your dads take it at night and charge it in the kitchen.
your cats are no longer kittens, they have matured to the point where they fight for a spot on your bed, and whoever loses has to usually sleep with marc.
you'd gone on a couple dates with casper, who had gotten his first job at an ice cream parlor about 5 minutes away from his house.
so of course, he had to spoil you and take you to a fancy restaurant.
with a live quartet too. he wore the nicest clothes he had, and you did as well.
layla lent you an old dress of hers for the occasion, it was dark red with gold accents around the trim.
casper thought you crash landed there from heaven that night.
now back to present day, casper was walking you home from school while you fidgeted with your phone.
casper noticed the nervous tick, so he spoke up. "hey, you feeling alright?" he asks and you nod slightly.
"yeah.. just.. evie asked me to go to a party with her tonight and i'm nervous to ask my dads" you voice your worries and casper hums.
"well the worst they can do is say no" he points out and you turn your head to smile at him.
"i know. i guess i just needed reassurance, so thank you" you say kindly and casper opens the door to your apartment building for you.
"it's no problem. do you want me to come up with you?" he asks.
"no, that's okay. you should get home and get your brace off, i know it's been itching lately" you offer and casper chuckles.
"well i'll see you tomorrow then" he smiles.
you nod and lean in to give him a quick peck on the lips before backing up to the elevator.
"i love you, see you tomorrow" you smile and he waves before leaving.
you get a bit nervous in the elevator, watching the numbers rise as you reach your floor.
'the worst they can do is say no' you chant in your head before unlocking the door.
you walk in and leave your bag by the door while steven made tea at the stove.
"hey darling, how was school?" he turns to you for a second with a grin.
"it was good.." you say and steven turns to you with a confused look on his face.
"and..?" he asks and you fidget with your fingers before looking up at him.
"evie invited me to a party tonight.." you say quietly and steven looks over to the mirror on the wall.
"but it's fine if you want me to stay here i understand-"
"how much homework do you have?" marc asks and you blink a few times before answering.
"casper helped me finish it all during lunch"
marc sighs before nodding to steven.
"you can.. you can be out until 11 at the latest. and we will drive you there and back. you're lucky it's a weekend" he jokes and you smile at him.
"you mean it? i can go?" you ask excitedly.
steven nods. "you've been doing better, i think.. we think it'll be a nice reward for you, to keep you motivated, you know?"
"thank you!" you rush to hug steven and both marc and jake smile at you through the mirror.
steven reluctantly pulls away as jake speaks up. "now go clean your room"
"okay!- thanks dads!" you yell as you run to your room to begin cleaning.
i mean, what's the harm in letting you go to a party with your friend?
you've pulled yourself together and began focusing on school and your relationships with your loved ones.
you were finally you again.
what could possibly go wrong?
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A/N : omg this took way too long, but IM BACK!! i have more time to write now and im back in my baby scarab mindset lol. hope you enjoyed, and ill see you later!!
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bro did my man dirty 😢
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How do you think the moonboyz would react to a teen reader being kicked out from her house because she was a lesbian/bi?
Oh this was a.... ride to write. This fic is personal to me because as a closeted bi, this is a scenario that plays in my head a lot. It's scary knowing that there is a posibility that your family won't accept you for who you are.
Hope you like this fic, anon!
Warnings: mentions of homophobic characters, self depriciating thoughts, mentions of death, violence and physical abuse.
I know very little about DID. All that i have written in this fic is through my limited knowledge of DID through the show and through some websites.
I also used google translate for the Spanish dialogues. If the grammar is incorrect, please send me a message and i’ll correct it asap. I don’t mean to disrespect anyone
(English is not my first language. Please pardon any grammatical errors. Gifs not mine)
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After the incident in Cairo, Marc patched things up with Layla and the group shifted and settled down in London.
They had moved into a quiet little neighbourhood. The neighbours were friendly but Marc insisted on not befriending anyone, considering his line of work (lets just say he started taking up hitman jobs, okay)
Most people steered clear of the duo except you. You found comfort and solace in their home. You quickly warmed up to Layla and Steven
With your warm and bubbly nature, you basically had Steven wrapped around your finger.
He adored you, and was pretty sure no one would have the heart to hurt such a pure soul
Which is why it was a big surprise to find you on his doorstep, visibly shaking and crying, unable to form words. You had a bruise forming on your face.
He quickly pulled you inside and looked around for Layla becasue he was getting increasingly flustered looking at your face lined with tears.
You simply huged him and sobbed into his shirt. After you'd calm down, you'd explain eveeything. How you were caught on a date with your best friend, how your family flipped out when you said you weren't straight, how things got a little physical and how they kicked you out in the middle of the night, not wanting anything to do with you.
Steven was absolutely shocked at the revelation. He would want to give your family a piece of his mind right then but you were more important at that time.
You were tired from all the crying and asked Steven to cuddle with you. He nodded eagerly.
He brought all the snacks he had in his cupboard and switched on the TV and held you in his arms.
You felt him shift a bit and realized that it was Marc who was sitting next to you.
Marc understood how you felt. To be abused and thrown out by your own family. He pulled you closer and circled his palm on your back. The gesture made you tear up once again and Marc let you let out all the emotions. Once you calmed down once more, he kissed the top of your head abnd whispered, "No one will hurt you here, kiddo. I promise."
Jake had never formally met you. He'd always observe the other two fawn over you. He felt that they were capable enough to take care of you so he never truly felt a need to front.
You had fallen asleep, pressed next to Marc after he camled you down from yet another breakdown.
You were turning around in your sleep, whispering under your breath. You woke up with a start, screaming and covered in cold sweat. The nightmare you had was too real. You saw the dead body of your girlfirend surrounded by your family members, who were chanting, "This is all your fault."
You could still see the cold and lifeless eyes of your lover on the ground, and you thought it really was your fault. If only you never existed, none of this would've happened.
You started sobbing once again, whispering, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
A hand wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer. You turned and immediately knew it wasnt Marc or Steven. But you felt safe in his embrace.
"You're alright, niña (kid). I swear to protect you always. No one will ever harm you for as long as I'm alive, my little flor."(flower)
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positivelyholland · 2 years
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Omg! Imagine Jake, Marc and Steven finding out that their daughter got a boyfriend and sneaking out late at night to meet him and stuff. Who do you think would be the most upset? (I’m HC’ing Jake to be the most pissed off lmao)
tysm for ur request!
Jake
he would find out as he hears the window open and someone falling through it
he immediately thinks his house his being invaded
so he runs up to the room so fast
but when he sees its just his daughter sneaking back into her room
oh hes pissed
jake being jake, he pressures her into telling him where she was
and when she finallt caved in and told him about her boyfriend
he'd be extremely upset but not rly at her
it'd more like
who has the audacity to go near MY daughter
and honestly might try to break them up
because he may seem like this tough guy
but he has a MAJOR soft spot for his daughter
but wish the kid luck on the day they meet because he'll sure need it
Marc
he would find out in a similar way to how jake did
he would be pissed that she didnt tell him but i think he understands why
he would immediately wanna meet the kid before he makes any judgements
i think he would be super protective though
like not even in a bad way but he just genuinely wants the best for her
also she definitely forces her dad to have a daddy-daughter day after he finds out to ensure that he knows she's still his
because we know that marc would feel like hes losing his baby girl
and he wouldnt say it out loud but his daughter just knows
but i think he'd warm up to the idea pretty quickly
Steven
awwww he'd be heartbroken that his daughter didn't wanna tell him
i also feel like he'd be more upset at the fact that theyd been sneaking around
because they could've just told him and make everyone's lives easier
but if he likes the guy he'd be so supportive of the whole relationship
in general he'd just be so supportive but wouldnt hesitate to destroy the kid if he hurts her
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viintxgephrxg · 2 years
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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Teen Reader [GN]
𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: Platonic
𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺(𝘀): Marvel/Moon Knight
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: The Moon God; Khonshu chose Marc Spector as his avatar when the man was on the brink of death, little did they or the rest of the Ennead know, The God of Death; Anubis had chosen an avatar of his own
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: Series spoilers, angst, vulgar language, fighting, depictions of violence and death, gender neutral terms (they/them), (y/name) is used but no specific gender is assigned
𝗔/𝗡: hey lovelies! i’m so sorry i went on a hiatus for a bit and sort of abandoned this story for a little while, but i’ve got my groove back and pounded out the rest of this chapter, as in most of it was already written but a few pieces were missing and i’d just filled them :) don’t expect much because it’s kinda sloppy and a bit diced but i just really wanted to get a new one out.. i’d abandoned it for a bit because i didn’t want to write something that i would not be proud of.. again i’m so sorry this is so fucking late! as said i’d lost inspiration for the story and had a tough rut of writer’s block for a phat minute, but i’m back and chapters will be much more consistent now. thanks for understanding… enjoy!
[F/Name] = [Fake/Name]
The atmosphere in the boat was thick and tense, it was awkwardly uncomfortable to say the very least. And [Y/Name] didn't like it, they didn't like the intolerable air surrounding them. It felt like it was sneaking through their thickly barbed defenses and burrowing into their chest like a parasite.
They knew this would happen. They knew the mood would be metaphorically tight, and they swallowed slightly choked at the coil of said energy wrapping tightly around their neck.
"We have a bit of ways before Mogart's," Layla informed then she along with Marc found themselves looking to [Y/Name].
They'd opted to sit just a bit away from their parents, not so much so they were sat on an entirely different bench, just enough where there was space between them and [Y/Name]. "We wanna know what happened that night."
The incident in question left [Y/Name] utterly broken, forcing the teenager much too young for the fate they met, to haphazardly piece themselves back together.
They would move on to harden themselves to the world outside and the people that surrounded them, now protecting their broken pieces behind thick vaulted steel doors. Hoping the cold emptiness of the indifference they now held for everything would abate the searing ache in their heart. That it could somehow quench the burning in their chest, the fiercely sharp sting of the repercussions of what had occurred that horrible night some years ago.
But, they were not fortunate enough to be granted such freedoms. And their hurt and pain would now weigh down heavily on them, a weight that as the years have passed they learned to carry. Strong and firm in the resolute determination in keeping the pain from swallowing them in it's everlasting isolation and darkness.
On particularly hard nights few and far between young [Y/Name] would find themselves perched just outside their parent's window. The warmth from the love the two shared calling out to them like a siren, the golden wisps of the welcoming tenderness curling around their form and caressing their face.
And they very many times had desired to move through that window, sink into the warm embrace of family. Home. But they knew very well they could not, they didn't have the courage to. Not after... everything.
"What is there to know?" [Y/Name] averted, still not entirely comfortable —if at all, to share any information on the trauma they suffered through. They certainly didn't feel any sort of closure from it, that man was still alive, somewhere out there.
And they had been blocking it out from their mind for so long that they didn't think they'd even have the strength to recall it again. Therefore, they'd continue to keep all of those memories from ever resurfacing again. Even from their parents.
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Marc spat, unintentionally sounding more bitter and angry than he meant to. "I want to know where you've been the past five years! And I want to know why you never came back to us! To your family!"
"It.. was a long time ago.. it doesn't matter anymore," they gruffly choked out. It did matter, the man responsible was known among the family. And he had stabbed Marc in the back, unbeknownst to him of course.
Marc could sense the reluctance to tell him was because the haunting pain from their experience would utterly destroy them if they lived through it again. Even telling him about it seemed enough to cause them fear, the thought of having to relive that night solely for his knowledge made them anxious.
They just couldn't do it.
And he had enough sympathy from his own childhood that he tries so hard to repress, to understand they're reluctance and refusal. Instead of pushing them harder, he opted for a much gentler approach. Scooting forward on the bench he sat upon and taking their hand in his, [Y/Name] looked up from their narrowed glare at the bottom of the boat. And they felt a sliver of warmth in their chest at the understanding look in their father's eye.
"It does matter [Y/Name], because you're my kid.. my own flesh and blood. I love you more than anything as I have since the day you were born. Whether it was five years or a thousand, you matter to me. And you always will."
They exhaled raggedly at his words, the sliver of warmth from before had grown so exponentially they felt the urge to leap forward and hug him. Just sink into the warmth only a father can provide for his child, the urge was so prominent they felt the tingled twitch in their blood. Vibrating beneath their skin as it moved through their veins.
But, just as all these years that have passed, there was that wall of heartbroken betrayal that always divided them and Marc. Separating [Y/Name] from the one person they used to trust most in the entire world. Keeping them from reaching each other with it's bitterly cold build, made of nothing but pain and heartache and devastation. All melded together in a blockade that stood firm and strong between them and their father.
They slid their eyes closed with slanted brows, swallowed thickly and then with slight hesitance pulled their hand from his. "I think... I think that what happened is best left where it remains. It's best to leave the past in the past, we should not look back. Only ahead."
Marc felt another pang of aching hurt ripple through his body, he had made his confession to them. He had made his feelings to words and he had let them know exactly how he felt. And they had still distanced themselves.
But, he decided the other night when they had managed to interact with each other that he'd respect their desire for space. Therefore, he didn't touch much more on the matter. He could see their firm and resolute desire to leave that night where it sits, in the past. And he would —once again— respect their choice to keep it suppressed.
With a slight hitch in his chest he leaned back to press his back against the wall of the boat. And he exhaled softly when [Y/Name] pressed their hand against the lower half of their face then turned to face away from both him and Layla.
Layla, whom had been quiet during their entire interaction. She'd agreed so wholeheartedly with everything Marc had said to them. And she too had so desperately wished to know what happened that night. She needed the closure.
Regardless, of her child being there right in front of her in the flesh. She needed to know why they had changed so drastically, what exactly had occurred for them to be so withdrawn in themselves. And most importantly why there was such a bitter and intense air between them and her husband.. —ex-husband.
She had felt so many emotions when she saw them in his apartment that it made her head spin. There was the shock that had overwhelmed her, quickly followed by a deep disbelief at the fact they were standing there in front of her. And then came the relief, it was like a cold bucket of water had been thrown over that fiery and stifling ache in her chest.
It swiftly quenching that painful feeling of longing she —until previously— had thought would never, ever go away. A longing to just hold her child in her arms, just be with them... love them.
But, this invisible force that was keeping [Y/Name] and Marc apart was a wall she didn't understand. Because she didn't know. Only they and Marc knew. And even Marc was in the dark about what had went on when [Y/Name] had been left alone that night.
It was a blockade that was slowly starting to thicken, she could tell that it was already such a strong and sturdy barrier that she desired to know exactly how it was built. And why it was there. She knew there wasn't one between her and them, but she also knew that the space between them also was not entirely empty. It may be thin, but she could feel that it was there. Built upon the grounds of bad feelings between them and Marc.
And she didn't feel like that was fair. She, of the three, was the most in the unknown. And she felt lost on how to untangle the mess that was between her child and their father. Which in turn, left her lost on how to get her child back.
The one who was all smiles, happy and lively. Not the one that looked beat down by the world, and thoroughly exhausted, the one that had a dark and worn out look in their eyes. Like a walking corpse.
In the scheme of things, [Y/Name] was.. tired. Tired of life, tired of the weight of their trauma reminding them of it's existence every damn day. Like a knot in their shoulders and a heavy ache in their chest. They were done, and if they were being honest they didn't know how much longer they could keep this up. They were just.... done. And Layla could see that... she could see it clear as day in the way they carried themself. In the way they looked, their aura and presence, and the way they continued to deflect any sort of affection... and it broke her heart.
There was a silent agreement between all three members of the broken Spector family. Their conflict and unresolved deep hurt needed to be put on pause.. for now at least. There were no promises silently made by either parents they wouldn't request to be told of what had went on that night.
[Y/Name] knew they would ask again... eventually, but they were relieved all the same when it was in accord they'd focus on Ammit and Harrow first.
When the music on the boat picked up, the young teenager found themselves intrigued as the woman who had previously been sitting next to her stood and joined the other occupants near the back. She began ululating rhythmically to the sound of the music and the others cheered as she did so.
[Y/Name] kept their focus to those boat passengers, comfortable in just watching as they danced and enjoyed the company of others.
"I haven't heard that sound since... since our wedding," they heard Marc speak up. And while they weren't facing them they knew both of their parents were now paying sole attention to each other.
"You could've told me. You know? What it's been like for you, about Steven." Layla countered, and they listened as a tense silence followed. Shortly after Marc responded.
"For what it's worth I had it under control until very recently."
"What happened?"
Marc didn't have the heart nor the willpower to divulge the truth, because he faced the same weight that his child did. A primal need to keep his past trauma where it rightfully belongs.
"We could've handled it together." Layla warmly reminded, and [Y/Name] couldn't help it when their eyes narrowed at their father's response.
"Yeah. That's not really what I do, is it? Never really been able to just talk about everything."
"Anything real?"
"Yes."
"Yeah I know, but.. that doesn't mean that we shouldn't have." Again, Layla was being the warm and loving person her child knew her to be. Yes, of course their mother is a badass and they knew that very well.. but they also knew she was just as tender hearted when she needed to be.
"Yeah, maybe.. it's a little too late for that now though." Came Marc's reply and again his child felt slightly irked by his sniped response.
They didn't turn their head but listened attentively as their parents made their plan.
The small ferry had finally docked alongside a pier, the grounds of Mogart's mansion lively and alight with people bustling about. Marc climbed out first then offered a hand to Layla, and as his young teenager followed... offered his hand to them.
An offer they hesitated in taking though ultimately accepted, allowing their father to help them up onto the dock. As Marc was knelt on the ground sliding their bags beneath the dock's stair, movement on the water caught both his and [Y/Name]'s eye.
And the teenager tensed then bristled at the reveal it was the same two men they'd seen in the market, the ones that had disappeared into the crowd.
"Harrow's men keeping tabs?" Layla inquired upon also taking notice of the men, Marc responded he wasn't sure before Layla ordered them away.
"Remember; your name is Rufino Estrada, and you're our child; [F/Name]." She firmly stated as all three made their way through the flow of locals and up to the fenced off arena. The grass beneath their shoes turning to sand as the two different materials blended together on the border.
The arena ahead was lit up with pale white light, smaller bulbs of colored light strung up alongside flags across the beams that lined the fenced perimeter. Just ahead, they could see two golden pyramid structures on either side of the path up to the mansion. And they figured the sarcophagus of Senfu must be in one of them.
In front of them, a dark skinned man approached and Layla called out to him, Bek was his name. They shared a friendly handshake before the man turned and began to guide them to the sand arena. Marc grabbing Layla's hand, then placing his other on his teenager's back to truly sell the bit. [Y/Name] tensed but ultimately went with the last minute ruse and walked along with their parents.
The area ahead was.. sort of like an equestrian bullpen, and inside the fenced perimeter were men astride beautiful horses and clashing spears against each other as they passed. El-Mermah. Marc made a joke about that, poking at the owner of the property and making fun of his activities. Said man, had halted his horse several feet in front of them and dismounted, Bek easing a blood red robe onto his broad shoulders.
"Layla. Come in." He welcomed upon seeing her, and she walked up to him followed by Marc and their child. Of which was too focused on keeping an eye on their surroundings to pay much attention to the conversation that followed. Only zeroing back in on the interaction when Layla had introduced them.
Pushing [Y/Name] forward by a hand at their back, Mogart took their outstretched hand and shook it firmly before he turned around and began walking towards the gate at the far side.
"Keep your wits about you my little jackal."
They had reached the pyramid when the teenager's eyes found the sarcophagus, they ignored the conversation between the adults as they slunk backwards a bit, hiding behind their father as they urged their optical ability to come forward.
With practiced willpower they only allowed their pupils to slit, enhancing their vision and sharpening their sight keenly.
"Very clever baby Spector."
The scratched in writings were visible, and clear as day to them now. They began reading the hieroglyphs etched into the sides and inside the lid of the sarcophagus.
Though, the only thing the written words told them was how to guide the dead. And being the avatar to Anubis they had already known all the knowledge on that matter.
The answer they were looking for must be within the coffin somewhere. Then, they noticed the written texts of the astronomical plane.. the answer must be there somewhere. As vast and ever-going as it is.. they had to find a way to get that answer.
But the writings gave no more clues, they'd have to get closer. Maybe there was something on the wrappings of mummified man lied inside. There had to be more on the cartonnage, there must be.
When their parents were permitted access and began to walk towards the pyramid they followed, then moved to stand beside the sarcophagus. And as they had predicted there was astronomical markings on the papyrus fabric inside.
Only problem was, they didn't entirely understand it. It was obviously some kind of map or something other of the stars. Maybe a particular night perhaps?
They'd looked at it long enough to ultimately decide they'd need Steven, though their father was firm in his refusal to let the Londoner out. It wasn't until the urgency from his child did he ask Layla to leave so he could speak with Steven.
And she listened, walking out as the Anubis avatar, whom ignored their father's conversation, circled the sarcophagus. Trying to understand the writings all along the wood.
Then there was an abrupt click, and [Y/Name] shot up from behind the opened sarcophagus. Marc had a gun on Bek, and Mogart had entered with two other men pointing guns at Layla.
Two others entered and moved around the sarcophagus to stand behind the teenager, both pointing their guns at [Y/Name]'s head. Much to the tense annoyance and ferociously overprotective fury of Marc and Layla.
Mogart came in and went off on Layla about the situation, it wasn't until another man came in and whispered in his ear did he fixated on something else.
"It seems we have an interested third party here," Mogart mused as he stepped out. He jerked his head and his men forced the trio to follow him outside.
And [Y/Name] grit their teeth at the sight of Harrow, the man slowly moving closer with his cane in hand and two followers behind him. Their hands previously raised next to their head, had lowered when they saw he'd entered the palace courtyard.
Harrow mouthed off as predicted, after showing Mogart exactly what the staff he obtained from Ammit could do, he prattled on about Layla’s father and consequently [Y/Name]’s past too.
Revealing far too much with few too little context about what exactly had gone on that night. And in turn stirred the thick and tense atmosphere brewing between the young teenager and their mother and father.
"You won't tell them who is responsible," Harrow goaded, the young teenager gritting their teeth hard as their jaw clenched tightly. Their narrowed eyes furiously piercing him where he stood. The Ammit worshipper neared and lured Mogart into a showcase of Ammit's power. Lifting his cane and speaking in a different language as the glowing purple color erupted from the cane and the ground beneath the sarcophagus. Crushing the only guidance to Ammit's tomb and partially destroying the clues in finding it.
[Y/Name] ignored the burning stares of their parents —both staring hard at the fact Harrow knew of what had occurred that night, and they didn't— as they watched Harrow leave with his men. The long haired man turning back to smirk mockingly at the teenager. [Y/Name] felt a rage burning deep in their blood at his actions and the fact it had stirred the already dark and tense air between them and their parents. The loud demanding voices of Khonshu and Anubis encouraging them and Marc to suit up and escape the situation they were in, not helping at all in quelling the fiery burn in their chest.
Only when their voices grew too bothersome did the pair listen—
"They're gone!" One of Mogart's men exclaimed and they all looked to find both he and the teenager had indeed vanished. Then, a voice proclaimed the pair had gone to stand at the top of the pyramid.
They all looked to the pointed top of the golden structure, and sure enough, Marc was stood there with [Y/Name] crouched beside him. Both dawning their opposing suits of stark white and deep black.
"Don't kill any of them," [Y/Name] spoke out, they hadn't turned their head to their father, but he had definitely heard what they said.
"What?" Marc looked to them in disbelief at their request, then reeled back barely a touch when they turned to face him. Their eyes now a glowing amber with slit pupils, their stare sharp and hard.
"None of these men are meant to meet their end any time soon, no killing.. it is only more work for me."
“Very well.”
With that the two leapt off the pyramid to take action against the men surrounding them. And they’d handled them with practiced expertise.
Marc adhering to his child’s forewarning and holding back on killing any of them, merely injuring them enough to the point they wouldn’t longer stand against him or them.
The only one who had lost his life was Mogart, and that was [Y/Name]’s doing, solely because he was charging after their mother with a spear. And clear intent to murder written all across his face.—
— [Y/Name] sprinted forward as Mogart charged, they ignored their father’s call for their mother and dove for her. Pulling her out of the way in the nick of time.. Mogart’s horse with him astride thundering past, in one single and fluid motion, [Y/Name] stood and spun quickly with a spear in a white knuckle grip. They threw it fast and sharp sending the spear hurtling towards Mogart where it pierced through his back then further all the way through his chest. And he slumped then fell to the side off the horse and into the sand, where he lay in a growing puddle of deep crimson colored blood.
[Y/Name] had reacted on emotion alone in that moment.. and that was what bothered them. Normally they could just choke back any and all sentiment for others while on duty. But… their father’s return into their life was screwing with their feelings on the worst way possible.
And they didn’t like that affect he had on them. He didn’t deserve it. Not any kind of feelings —tender and loving.. or otherwise— did he deserve to see from them.
Their feelings were scrambling, ever since that moment on the boat and every event following behind and leading up to now. When he allowed a moment of vulnerability and laid out his feelings for them, when they had first began to fight Mogart’s men and he wrapped both Layla and them up in his cape to deflect bullets fired from the men.
[Y/Name] just couldn’t handle the tense atmosphere and they hoped this mission would be completed soon.. because no matter the circumstances between them and their father. They had agreed that for their god and for the safety of the world.. they would see this mission through to the end—
— no matter the cost.
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welovelouisandbucky · 2 years
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Moon Knight Incorrect Quotes #8?
(Y/n is cooking)
Steven: Any chance that’s for me?
Y/n: It’s for Jake. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.
Marc: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment
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letarasstuff · 2 years
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Stormy Nights might include new Meetings
(A/N): This sat in my drafts since July. Thank you so much for @madlencen for beta reading and your feedback. This also plays in the same universe as my other moon knight fics
Summary: Marc's cousin's daughter, who lives with them, finally gets to meet Jake Lockley. Who has to calm her from a panic attack first.
Warnings: Panic attack, description of a dysfunctional home life before the reader came to Marc, Steven, Layla and Jake, alcohol and drunks (mentions), lemme know when there is more
Wordcount: 1.4k
✨Masterlist✨ __________________________ (Y/N) has been on edge for the past couple of days for several reasons.
One of those being that ever since Marc and Steven work on functioning and communicating better as a system in therapy, they discover a third alter living among them. The teenager has yet to meet them, but she knows that Layla occasionally tags along to the system’s therapy sessions to learn how to support them better. That’s why she assumes that she will soon be introduced to the third alter. Hopefully.
Another reason is the weather. For a week or two now all weather channels forecast a big thunderstorm.
Growing up in an unstable home, (Y/N) learned to associate her home situation with the weather. Associate as in “it reminds her”. Actually, a thunderstorm is a good analogy to how things at home as the child of two emotionally unstable adults worked.
Suddenly, there is a certain tension in the air. Something that has been brewing for quite some time. For so long that the only way to get it out is by a loud bang and many other clashes.
You feel two powers trying to win. What is certain is that something like this is not winnable.
Clouds begin to darken the day, a sign of what you have to expect that night. As soon as you are able to, you check on your resources. Are you able to survive the night with what you have in your room or do you need to stock up on snacks, water, anything?
Quicker than anticipated, but not completely unexpected, the thunder starts. It’s just a rumbling in the distance at first. Still, you know it’s either now or never. You start to back out and hide in your room, locking your door behind you.
As the noise gets louder, you hole up under the covers. Maybe it helps and will muffle the clamor?
No such luck. You hear everything loud and clear. You ask yourself why. Why does it need to storm? Can’t life go on without it? Can’t it be prevented? You are just a child. Other children are able to grow up in worlds with just sunshine and occasional rain. Meanwhile you live through thunderstorms like these nearly weekly.
But something that is nearly worse than the thunder itself is the aftermath. The desolation outside after the storm wreaked havoc. Only being able to imagine what must have happened.
Fights between your parents were always something that left you shaking, witnessing every word and every noise. Every scream, every bang, every cry.
And the state of what should be a place of calmness and security -what in reality is now a battlefield of some sorts- is the foundation of issues in a child you can only resolve by talking. But like we established, talking things through wasn’t something that was practiced at this place. Never was and never will.
So yeah, this is why (Y/N) was on edge over the past few days. The fact that both Layla and Marc are out running errands separately isn’t doing anything for her. Especially since it started to rumpel in the distance.
Being unsure of when they are set to arrive, (Y/N) builts a little fortress of security in her room. Since there is nobody home to help her with the overwhelming feelings of angst and hurt from all the words she heard her parents shout at each other and being unable to forget them during such triggering times, the mountain of pillows and blankets are supposed to be a figure of comfort for her inner child.
But laying there, with a stuffie closely pressed to her chest, doesn’t really bring the desired results. In the end, it does even the opposite. Because now the teen isn’t able to get any kind of distraction while being hidden under her blanket and can only listen to the storm outside.
Thunder rumbles left and right, not really letting off for a second or so of silence. Lightning bolts crash through the dark sky, plunging the whole neighborhood in an eye-hurting bright flash.
Panic starts to settle in her chest, making it more difficult to breathe by every passing second. In an effort to drown out the noise and light (Y/N) tightens the blanket around her head.
In her shivering state, the teen doesn’t register the sound of the front door opening and closing, too focused on trying to discern whether or not the storm is getting quieter.
In the condition of anxiety and panic, she has found herself, (Y/N) just starts to cry.
But she doesn’t cry because of the angst.
She cries after her childhood. After all the good memories that are tinted by the awful nights of screaming matches and nasty insults.
She cries, because she isn’t able to make those memories good again. Whenever (Y/N) tries to make them a comfort, there is always a bitter sweet taste to them. The happiness is always overshadowed by the nights of terror, of dismay,
In her despair, a sudden set of arms pulls her into a deep pressuring hug. All the scared thoughts start to dissipate by the warmth and comfort brought to her by the atmosphere of the men she learned to love over the past few months.
As the thoughts slow down and the ever raging storm outside becomes one of many background noises, (Y/N) breaks the silence between them. “Thank you.” She whispers.
“No hay problema” (No problem), he answers in a husky voice.
Startled by the unfamiliar cadence and pitch, the teen sits up and gives him a good look over. She is not scared of him - the third party - in any way. Marc, Steven and Layla wouldn’t let him get even close to their entrusted child, if there is just the hint of any danger,
“Hi”, she says softly with a smile, “I’m (Y/N), Marc’s cousin’s daughter. I live here for the time being until my dad decides he is man enough to take care of me again.”
The man, who musters her with a wary look, gets up and takes a seat on the twin bed. “Hola, my name is Jake. Jake Lockley. I know who you are. The other two hadn’t shut up once after they finally noticed me. Wanted to update me on the current status of their life. But I knew you already. I know you from those weird family gatherings. Good thing you’re here now, cariño.” (dear/honey)
They let silence wash over them again, giving the two space to think about the current situation.
“Will you be here more often now?” Jake looks up to her. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll be here as often as you want me to and we are able arrange that.” His look is solemn, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
It’s true, he has known (Y/N) since she was a small child. Of course, she only knew him as Marc. But still, at those family gatherings, when the alcohol was flowing too freely for his liking with the amount of children that were running around between swaying adults.
In this moment he swore to himself to keep an eye out for that one child, who seemed used to situations like this. It takes a victim to spot a victim.
“I want to get to know you. Only if you want to, that is.” (Y/N) tries to avoid his glance. Suddenly, the string on her jumper’s hem is pretty interesting.
Unfortunately, by that she missed one of the rare smiles a Jake Lockley smiles. A little shame. But he is happy by her admission. She wants to get to know him. Something in Jake is relieved. Or it’s the part that’s intertwined with his other alters.
Speaking of them, they play fly on the wall. One still keeping a watchful eye. The other has heart eyes. Decide for yourself, who is who.
“So then this is set? Do we have like, a little picnic? Go and watch a baseball game? Have a play fight? Cooking together?” He shakes his head, amusement present on his face. Jake is sure they will get along greatly.
In the end they just started talking, sharing stories. Matching stories. Working out all the times they already had met. Just, living in the moment.
And just like that, the storm outside calms down just like the storm inside.
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l3m0ncyan · 1 year
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Marc Spector x Platonic! Reader, Steven Grant x Platonic! Reader, Jake Lockley x Platonic!Reader
Reader is gender neutral
Summary: After a huge argument between you and Marc, you two go without speaking for weeks. Until one day, the Moon system is missing and you go out looking for them to bring them back and apologize.
Note: Inspired by The Last of Us >:) also its more Marc x teen!reader tbh
Word count: 8,357 (gaahd daaamn)
Warning: ANGST, death, graphic, mentions of suicide
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Standing above your city, you looked down at the passing small cars and pedestrians. Each of them had their own story, and you wondered how they were doing. If they were going through what you were going through.
Each thought brought you closer to the edge of the abyss than you were already. The wind tried to blow you back as if to save you from your actions.
However, why should you be saved? Your parents were killed by a villain, and you spent your entire life trying to make them happy. But they had vanished, as had your motivation. You had no one else to love you the way they did.
You missed them so dearly that all you wanted to do was go and see them.
After reaching an acceptance, you lifted your foot off the cement, ready to free fall into peace.
“Are you alright?” You heard a man's voice come from behind you.
You turn around to see the same man dressed entirely in white. He was wrapped in cloth and wore what appeared to be body armor on parts of his body. A golden crest adorned the center of his chest. In addition to his costume, his mask featured two white glowing orbs.
“If I was, I wouldn’t be thinking about jumping off,” you say. He nods, admitting his obvious question. 
Without much thought, you look back to the edge and lift your foot up once again.
He extends his hand immediately as a deterrent to you continuing. "Wait, I know you might feel like there's nothing else to live for; believe me, I've felt that way before. But how will you know that the finish line was a better end if you just stop here?"
You keep quiet and just observe him. The wind howls, as if to say, take his hand and listen to what this man has to say. It wasn't what he said that made you reconsider, but rather how he attempted to save you. Why you?
You step off the ledge and take a step toward him. You can see him almost breathe out in relief. 
His mask vanishes, and you are startled before seeing a man with dark brown curly hair and tanned skin. He appears firm, but his eyes convey kindness.
You reach out to him and take his hand in yours.
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It was the middle of winter and spring four years later. The cold and plush feel of the sheets was incredible. The blanket on top of them kept you close and let you know you were safe.
However, a masculine voice broke all that peace. A well-known one at that.
“Hey, wake up”
The sound of metal rubbing against metal indicated that the curtains were being pulled apart, signaling the end of your comfort. You drew the blanket up to shield your face from the sun's rays.
It was immediately pulled down, and your body balled into a fetal position as the winter cold engulfed you. As you slowly opened your eyes, you noticed Marc holding your blanket away from you. As the drowsiness faded, you reached out an arm to reclaim it, but he yanked it away.
"I know the bed is comfortable, but it's time to go, kid." Marc draped the blanket over the bedframe. He then exited the small room and entered the main part of the apartment.
You sat up slowly, your bones cracking as you did so. You looked out the window, blinking away the sleepiness, to see the day was sunny but cold.
Groaning, you stood up and walked out of your room. You slowly shuffled towards Gus’s tank, grabbing the small plastic can of fish food.
“Already fed them,” a chipper voice was heard.
Looking through the fish tank to the kitchen, you noticed Steven preparing something on the stove. Giving a quick hum, you placed the food back on top of the tank.
“Morning to you, Gus," you said as you lightly tapped the glass of the tank.
You walked to the kitchen to catch a scent of what Steven was cooking.
"Good morning, you three." You sat at the table, awaiting breakfast.
Steven approached you, carrying a plate of vegan sausage and eggs with toast. "Eat up, you and Marc are-”
"Are we going to patrol again? But it's light out and people are walking around," you said as you picked up a piece of vegan meat from the plate with a fork.
"The guys who were trying to catch only happen to come out during the day. So you'll be bait," Marc clarified as he sat down and started eating from his plate.
“Like always,” You grumbled
You guys continued to eat your breakfast before getting ready to start your days.
You tried looking for the location that Marc mentioned earlier for today's small mission while walking side by side through the streets of London. Even though it was later, the cold was still with you two, so you wore two layers of clothing.
Shivering, you pulled the collar of your hoodie up to your chin to get warmth. “So who is it we’re trying to stop?”
"A group has been kidnapping people for human trafficking," Marc says before motioning to a table with two seats in front of a cafe.
You two sat at the table, puzzled as to why you were there.
"That's bad. And a coffee break?" As you leaned back in your chair, you said
Marc shakes his head and motions to a building under construction. It was surrounded by a green fence and a large tarp sign with the name of the construction company.
"That's where they're meeting; for now, we'll just wait for them to turn up." Marc reclines in his metal chair.
A waitress approaches and starts asking about your orders. Marc takes the lead as he examines the menu. Meanwhile, you're too preoccupied with looking behind Marc.
Behind him was a table filled with students your age. Each of them had a drink in front of them, and one of them appeared to make a joke based on the way everyone began to laugh.
You couldn't help but be envious of the scene. You were young but mature enough to attend college. However, you were unable to attend one due to a number of factors. As a result, you found it difficult to make friends or socialize with people your own age. Instead, you were with Marc, fighting bad guys.
A voice sounding muffled slowly became clear and snapped you back into reality, “Y/N”
Blinking in realization, you saw Marc and the waitress staring at you, waiting.
"What do you want, kid?" Marc inquired, sounding less annoyed and more patient.
"Oh, I'll just get some matcha tea." You looked up at the waitress for confirmation, and she nodded and walked away.
You two sat in silence, your gaze fixed on the group. Marc noticed as well after following your eyes.
“Anything on your mind?” He turned back to you.
You slightly jumped at how Marc was able to notice you in deep thought, “Nothing really…..actually there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you”
 Marc raised a brow and asked, “What is it?”
You shrank, not expecting to be able to speak, and said, "Uh, so I was wondering if I could go back to school..."
Marc stared at you and said, “College?”
You nodded, and the waitress returned with your drinks before you could explain further. You two exchanged an awkward smile before she asked if that was all. She returned to the cafe with just a nod from you two.
“How long have you been thinking about it?” Marc questions that once you two are alone again,
"For a while now," you cross your arms and lean back, your gaze fixed on the road and passing cars.the street and passing cars. "I was thinking I could fit it in on days when you don't need me and I'm stuck at home all day."
You say the last part with annoyance, which Marc notices.
Marc sighs, “Y/N…”
"I know you say that being out in public makes it easy for bad people to find me, but I guarantee you that I can handle myself." You put your elbows on the table to get closer to Marc so he can listen better.
“Y/N”
“I won’t get too many classes!”
“Y/N”
"I'll even stay late to patrol with you guys, and-"
“No!” Marc raises his voice.
You don't mind that a few people in the cafe are now staring at you two. You look down at your untouched cup of matcha, angry rather than sad. Marc sighs, running his hand through his hair.
"We can't risk problems like that; college might make things worse, and you won't be able to handle it on your own if something goes wrong," Marc declares.
You remain silent and stare down at your cup. Marc looks at you, his lips pursed in guilt. He tries to think of ways to break the tension, but nothing comes to mind.
A few cars speed up but then slow down to turn around in front of the previous building. Two men enter and take a look around before closing the gate to the entrance.
"Are you ready to go?" Marc casts a glance your way, but you avoid his sights.
"Please, just—...  We'll finish this job and then talk about college, okay?" Marc nearly begged.
Looking back up, you made eye contact, thinking about it before nodding, “Okay”
After going over the plan again, you were sent to speak to the group. A few men stood guard by the gate, watching you as you approached. "Hey, I believe I was told to come here?" You looked around and pointed to your phone.
"Another way she's getting people in?" one of the men asks the other.
"She?" You thought to yourself, "This is the first time I hear a girl is leading shit."
“Yeah, follow us” the man finally says and the gate opens, letting you two in.
You look behind you to see if Marc is nearby, but he isn't. You already know he's hiding and trust that he'll be there every step of the way, but being alone for this part is terrifying.
They lead you to the first floor of the unfinished structure. Because it isn't built, the walls aren't there, allowing the wind to blow inside. It is detrimental to your body's temperature.
Looking around, there are a few wooden tables with guns on top of them. It was clear that the group didn't care that it was out in the open.
When they notice you looking at the weapons, they zip tie your hands together without a warning. You struggle to pull your hands apart. The friction you create against the plastic causes your wrist to burn.
“What the fuck?! Get these off!” You give your best acting.
"Shut up, you guys always yell too loud and it's making me deaf," grunts the man. "Let her know that we have another one."
A man nods and walks away. The man walks towards you, pulling a chair to himself and sitting on it backwards. 
“Well get comfortable, because it’ll be the-“
"Will this be the last time?" You scoff, shaking your head. You didn't care if it messed up the plan; you were still irritated with Marc.
"You guys just don't know how to make conversation." you moan
"Looks like you're not scared anymore," the man says with a small laugh. "Can you tell me your name, kid?"
"Ew, don't call me a kid, and why does it matter what my name is? You're just going to change it, or however human trafficking works."
This time, the man laugh loudly, "Human trafficking?! That has nothing to do with what we plan to do."
A group walks in on cue, and a woman holds a long object wrapped in cloth. “We found it! Call Vanessa!”
You take a look around and notice how pleased everyone is with the info they have got. You're curious on what everyone is so excited about. Another woman walks in, her ginger hair tied in a tight ponytail. She's dressed in a dark green tank top, cargo pants, and combat boots. The thing is, she's your age.
At this point, it is obvious who is the leader of the whole situation and who they call Vanessa.
She walks by and glances at you and asks, “How many do we have now?”
“About 14, you think that’s enough?” The man from before stands up from the chair.
“We’ll see” Vanessa grabs the object and begins to unwrap it. 
You concentrate on the mystery item because some of the colors show through each time the cloth is unwrapped. Your eyes then widen with each repetition.
Unwrapped, Vanessa holds up a cane. A cane with a crocodile head on top. 
You recall Steven telling you about a fight he and Marc had with a man named Harrow. With the assistance of a goddess named Ammit, he used a cane similar to the one now in use to murder people.
Marc assured you that it had been destroyed and that you were safe, but are you still safe?
The way the two explained the power it possessed scared you. Jake, on the other hand, terrified you with his explanation of the world's future if it returned.
“Bring them to me, we’ll test it out” Vanessa says as she grips the cane.
You blink and realize what is about to happen. Two men lift you up and drag you towards Vanessa.
“Get off!” You try to get away from their grip but they tighten their hold. You search up and around the place, hoping Marc or Steven is there.
Vanessa brings the top of the cane towards your face. You move your head back to escape, but Vanessa keeps drawing it closer. 
Marc nor Steven nor Jake were seen. Since they were taking long, you acted on your own.
You use your right hand to pull out the pocket knife you're carrying. You take out the blade and force it through the loop of the zip tie on the plastic. With your hands free, you flip the knife around and aim it at one of the guys' thigh. You slam it into their femur, eliciting a scream from the man.
Both men lose their grip and you stand up, swinging the knife at the other man’s throat. As they back away, more come.
Vanessa glares at you before she tries to use the cane. It starts to glow and you back up into a corner. Theres nowhere to go as the rest of the group surrounds you.
Before Vanessa could send you flying, Marc comes in and side-kicks her down. The cane clatters to the floor and skids across the room. 
She lifts herself up and looks at Marc with hatred, "Its you"
Looking at Marc in his suit, he swings left and right at the men. A few members of the group appear from behind you while he is busy. You duck the punches with your knife in hand and target specific areas of their body with the blade.
With the last one dropping to the floor, you catch your breath and look over to see Marc still fighting. To your right is a woman shooting at him but of course not working. Still, it is throwing Marc off course as he fights.
You rush up to her, wrapping your arm around her neck and stabbing her in the stomach. As her body falls limp, she drops the gun to the floor.
Marc notices and finishes off the last man before walking to you.
“Let’s go” He says harshly
“They have the cane, we could get it back” You gesture to where the cane is.
“Let’s go!”
You both go quiet as you hear a loud buzzing sound. As if something is powering up. Turning around, you see Vanessa pointing the cane towards you two, a purple light glowing brighter and brighter.
Not hesitating, Marc picks you up before running out of the building and flies off the ground. A blast passes you two just missing by a bit.
Vanessa glares at you two as you make a break for it.
“Get more ready” she commands the last of her team standing, “He’s going to come back for this”
She holds the cane tightly in her hand, the metal crocodile shining from its polished material.
——
Marc set you down at the apartment after you kicked and squirmed in his grasp. His suit vanished, and he began to walk away from you, hands on his hips, looking down.
"I told you to stick to the plan," he said, his voice deep within his throat. You can almost feel the lingering anger from it.
"I did, but as you saw back there, I was almost killed!" you scrunch up your face as you set your sweater down and sit on the couch. "And I did just fine on my own," you crossed your arms and turned your gaze away from him.
"Really?" he scoffs, "Because it looked like you were being cornered back there, with what? A knife?" He mocked
You try to get a word in but right now Marc is blowing up, “You straight up ignored what I asked of you and almost got yourself killed!”
“But I didn’t,” you say firmly, looking straight into his eyes.
Marc bites his cheek and shakes his head, “You can forget about college”
“What?!” You stand up from the couch.
"You heard me, if I can't trust you to follow a simple plan, how can I trust you to go somewhere as simple as class?"
"Oh, so just because I decided to stand up for myself, you don’t trust me anymore?” 
You raised your eyebrows at him, and you both glared at each other. Steven could feel the tension rising and knew things were about to get out of hand. He made the decision to take control of the body right away.
Marc’s composure became timid and soft, and you knew why. Looking up at Steven, he gave a small, one sided smile.
“How about we cool off shall we?” He patted you on the shoulder and began to walk to the kitchen, “Ill make us lunch alright? How does that sound?”
He turned to you with a grin but you stared down to the floor and mumbled, “Im not hungry”
From there, you marched up to your room and shut the door.
“You two could have just talked it through,” Steven sighed.
Jake hummed in response, while Marc stayed quiet. 
“You guys might not be related but you sure act like father and daughter”
-
You sat on your bed, your gaze fixed on the wall across from you. There were a few posters and wall decorations, such as shelves with figurines, but directly across from you was a picture of you and Marc at a lake. Jake was cooking kebabs on the grill in the picture next to it. Another picture of you with Steven and Layla.
Just one mistake, and now you've lost the chance to get a normal sense of life. Lost the ability to make friends. Lost the ability to experience so many things all together.
As your thoughts ate you up, you felt a burst of wind. Soon after Khonshu was sitting at your desk that was in the corner of your room. He held his staff and looked at you, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence.
“Why are you here?” You said annoyed.
“I came to see if you might have been climbing through the window again.” He set the staff down, making it lean on the wall.
“You know about me sneaking out?”
“Yes, but don’t worry, I haven’t told your three fathers out there.” He slightly chuckled.
Your face scrunched up, “Don’t say that, you’ll probably jinx it”
After that, there was silence, and Khonshu exhaled, "They're just trying to protect you, especially Marc." They all do care about you”
“If they did care about me, they wouldn’t keep me locked up here,” you say, looking over to the window, seeing how it's still sunny out there.
Khonshu hesitates before continuing “...I know I shouldn’t say this but the reason why he has been keeping you safe is because he sees his younger brother in you” 
“He has a brother?”
“Had” he clarifies.
"Marc blames himself for his death and never forgave himself, despite the fact that he was only a child," Khonshu continues. "Perhaps that's why he wants to protect you and heal that wound."
You wrapped your head around what he said and only got angrier, “...So the real reason he kept me around was to use me as some kind of therapy?” 
Khonshu paused, “That isnt’t what I said”
“Well thats what it sounds like” you laugh and run your hands through your hair. You stand up from your bed and grab your other hoodie from your dresser and walk to the window.
“Where are you going?” Khonshu stands up, grabbing his staff in the process.
“Just– leave me alone” After you open the window and climb out onto the fire escape.
You descend the escape and walk to the place where you go to be alone. It’s a 20 minute walk from the flat but it’s worth it. It is an abandoned building with a stable flight of stairs leading to an open area with views of London. You walk over to the edge and sit, allowing your legs to dangle. Normally, you do this at night, but because the sun is shining, all you can do is stare at the sky and think.
-
As night falls, you can hear heavy footsteps ascending. When you turn your head, you see Marc in his white suit. His mask falls away, and you can see a sense of relief wash over him. His chest heaves as if he's just flown all over town looking for you. That he did.
You begin to stand up and he rushes towards you. He examines your face to see if your fine and then brings you into a hug.
“What the hell, you don’t just run off like that without telling me or sending me a text” he breathes out.
It would have been nice, but remembering what Khonshu said makes the embrace seem insincere. He was hugging his brother instead of you. You push him away, and he is taken aback but maintains his distance.
“Im tired, and I just want an explanation…” you finally say
Marc nods and asks, “Is it about college? Is that why you left?”
"Part of it” You breathe out, "But that’s not what I wanted to talk about”
“Then what is it?”
You take a moment to find the words but they aren’t hard to find. This makes Marc nervous though.
“Why did you save me?”
It went quiet, Marc looked at you confused, “What?”
“Back when we met, I was going to jump off that building, but you came and talked me out of it.” You hold your ground as you stare at him.
Marc stays quiet and you take that chance to continue talking, “I was supposed to die that day, I already had no plans for my life so I was ready. Instead, you came and saved me, why?”
“…I couldn’t just let you throw your life like that“ 
You scoffed, “Then tell me it was for me and not your brother”
Marc’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched, “Khonshu told you about my brother?”
You nodded, “So that’s why you saved me? To get closure or something?”
“No, Y/N I-“ 
“Then what?! Why was I so different that you had to save me?!” you said impatiently.
This time, you shoved him back. He stumbled but stayed on his feet.
“I’m now stuck here dealing with the bad part of the world again! I can’t even make friends because you think I’ll get hurt! And I have to live with hiding from everyone and everything, because of you!”
You try to shove him again, but Marc grabs your hands and pulls them away from you. He was hurt, but discovering the cane was back and failing to stop it was drowning it out. He didn't mean to say what he was about to say.
"Well, I couldn't just let you jump off and end up being a flat piece of meat! What?! Did you want to be another name on the list of people who couldn't deal with life anymore?!"
Taken aback, you step back. Marc notices what he said and closes his eyes in regret, “Kid, I didn’t mean to say that”
“…I should have jumped off faster,” you finally say, “I wish we had never fucking met”
Marc's lips part slightly and only stares at you. He forgets about earlier today and is only focused on you. How there are tears falling from your eyes when they only come out when you two are watching a sad movie. How you are angry when that only happens when you lose at Mario Kart. All these innocent reasons were out of the picture because he had said something he shouldn’t have.
“Y/N..” he reaches out to you but you slap his hand away.
"Don't fucking touch me," your words sting and tense Marc.
You walk past him and walk down the stairs, wiping all the tears with the sleeve of your sweater. Meanwhile Marc stays frozen in the same spot.
-
It’s been two weeks since your argument with Marc. Steven and Jake have taken turns in taking care of you since Marc decided to go AWOL.
He didn't do it because he wanted to; he did it because he knew you despised him. Despised him for never telling you the whole truth about your saving. But most importantly, for insulting your feelings.
The real reason you were angry with him wasn’t that he saved you. It was because he didn’t save you for you.
You were actually angry with him the first week. You didn't want to deal with him. You purposefully ignored him for the first week, only calling out to the other alters. When this happened, Steven and Jake felt terrible and looked at Marc, who only hid.
However, by the second week, all of that rage had vanished. You were no longer angry with him; instead, you missed him. You wanted to apologize, but you assumed he despised you because of the harsh words you used.
It was now raining and cold. It was like Mother Nature knew you were feeling gloomy and wanted to make it worse. You climbed out of bed and looked outside to the storm that was passing through. You frowned and turned to the door of your room.
You peeked to what was the rest of the apartment. It was quiet with only the bubbles from the fish tank bubbling and the rain hitting the roof. The boys weren’t here which left only you in the flat. You walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge to see if there was anything to eat.
Failing to do so, you shut the fridge door and turned to see a yellow lined sheet of paper on the dining table.
Taking a closer look, it looked like Marc’s handwriting. 
Knowing it was from him reminded you again of how much you missed him and his company. You were regretting ever trying to argue with him. If you hadn’t, he would have shared breakfast time with you like every other morning.
Hey, we went to find the cane. Well, be right back. Steven made some vegan stuff and left it on the stove. Please eat.
Even though it was just writing, you can tell Marc was hesitant in starting the note and felt like he was on thin ice. He was probably convinced by the other two to write.
It is delicious! I recommend heating on the stove instead of microwaving. Eat! You need strength! Also, we have news for you when we come back :)
You smiled at how Steven was so cheerful. You were honestly excited about what they had to say. Hopefully it meant you and Marc can stop going through silent treatment.
Cuídate mija, don’t open the door for anyone. My card is on the bed if you don’t want to eat Steven's cooking ;)
You almost laughed knowing it was Jake, he always loved bullying the other two. Getting to the last part, you notice how it switched to Marc’s handwriting again.
We’ll be back soon.
Love From, 
Marc, Steven, and Jake
You stared at how the word "love" was crossed out and wondered if Marc was the one who thought of it or if the others did. Either way, it moved you and you felt even worse about yelling at Marc.
You fold the note and put in the pocket of your sweatpants. Going to the fridge, you grab the pot of pasta and walk over to the stove. You heat it over the flame and wait for it boil.
In the meantime, you return to your room. You stoop to the level of your bed and place your hand beneath it. You move your hand around mindlessly until it comes into contact with a small box.
Pulling it out, you open it two see two blunts with a lighter inside. Once you take out both the lighter and a blunt, you make your way to the nearest window. 
Taking a look at the lighter, you examine the almost peeling moon sticker on it. It was from a sheet that you saw at the market when you went with Marc for groceries a while back
You slipped it into the basket before he noticed it in the line. All he did was simply look at it and give a small chuckle, glancing at you before putting it with the rest of the items.
You smiled as you inserted the blunt between your teeth and lit the end with your lighter. You inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke out the window and into the world. Notifying everyone who passes by that you are high at the moment.
The soothing patter of the rain put you in a pondering state. Wondering if you can handle another two months of not speaking to Marc again. 
Actually you couldn’t, and you didn’t want to. 
You didn’t want to give him the silent treatment anymore and you wanted to apologize. Apologize for not having a civil conversation which turned to a yelling battle.
You thought of the choice of words for Marc and how to repay him for the damage that was done.
Letting out another breath of smoke, you came to a closing. 
“Hope you aren’t angry with me” you sigh and put out the blunt.
—————
A Few Hours Earlier
—————
In his Moon Knight suit, Marc was jumping from building to building trying to find the new hiding spot of the group. The storm made it almost difficult to see any suspicious buildings in sight. However, they weren’t even in his mind right now.
“Mate, I think it’s time to talk about Y/N”
“Yes, I think you two should talk when we come back”
“I know,” Marc continued staring straight ahead, “I just don’t know how to apologize. They probably hate me”
“They don’t hate you, they idolize you”
“They do?”
“Of course, that move they did back at the hideout was yours. They have been watching you anytime you go and fight”
Marc maintains his silence but can't help but smile. This time it hits him how much he misses you as well. He misses being able to tell you about his day. Your movie nights and Nintendo tournaments. For you, he’ll do anything to make it up to you.
“…I’ll talk to them when we’re done with this,” he says.
Steven and Jake smile, “Then let’s get this done quickly”
Marc continues running on top of the roofs until he stops and sees a building with purple flowing out of the windows.
“That’s them”
Marc stands on the edge of a nearby building and examines each room, trying to find where the so called Vannessa is at.
“There”
Marc looks over to one window and sees Vanessa talking to some group members. In another window he can see the cane on a table unprotected.
Marc gets off the building and jumps into one of the windows closest to the cane. With the breaking of glass, everyone in the building is now alerted but Marc can take them.
That is until he feels his power begin to leak out of his body. Confused he looks to his hands and sees how his suit is starting to disappear to where soon he is just in his casual clothes. Looking around, he sees the group corner him with guns drawn. He doesn’t move a muscle and only raises his hands up to show surrender. Soon Vanessa makes her way in and stares at Marc. 
"I don't have a good feeling about this"
“Took you long enough. Got lost?” She said snarkily, “Oh wait, I forgot you're an ex-marine right?”
She then looks over to one of the men and gestures her head to Marc, “In the leg”
Before Marc can understand, a shotgun is loaded, soon aimed, and a bullet is fired at his thigh. Marc lets out a scream of pain and drops to his knees, holding the wound. Two men rush in and hold him against the wall.
"Marc!"
"Let me take control!"
Marc tries to get out of their grip, but with the pain in his leg throbbing, he feels his senses leaving.
Vanessa makes her way to him and crouches down to his level, looking into his eyes. 
“To cut it quick, remember how that red witch controlled that small town? Well it turns out she had a barrier going on, so I said why not I do it too. Point A you crossed and point B you are now powerless and,”
Vanessa takes out a blade and lodges it into Marc’s other thigh, which causes him to groan in pain, but he continues to look at her.
“Mortal. Oh, and I know about your weird alter, Jack? Jake? I don’t fucking know, but I know he’s a pain in the ass but with no mobility, he’s nothing”
"Hija del reputa madre"
Marc glares at her and stays quiet.
“Aren’t you wondering why I’m being a bitch to you?”
“Well when you see a bitch you’ll expect them to be a bitch” Marc remarks which causes Vanessa to land a punch on his face.
“Funny. You’re not going to be laughing soon. Do you know who I am?”
Marc huffs and just shrugs, “Why don’t you just tell me and get this over with”
Vanessa lands him another punch and this time Marc is now bleeding from his nose.
“Switzerland. You were there looking for the scarab, and my father,” Vanessa stabs Marc once again in the thigh, “was there and you killed him. For what? For trying to make the world a better place?”
Marc doesn’t say anything but just glares at her. Vanessa scoffs and gets up, walking to another table.
“Tourniquet his legs” is all she says before grabbing a bat. A woman does what she says and ties a rope above Marc’s wound.
Everyone watches Vanessa’s moves, awaiting for next command. She turns to him and winds her elbow back before landing a blow to Marc's head.
——
The rain was still going, which is what lulled you into sleep. You were laying on the couch with an arm covering half your face. The blunt might have also been part of the equation in your slumber.
The coffee table was a mess before but now an even bigger mess with the bowl of food that Steven made being on there with the fork inside. Next to it was your ashtray which had what was left of your blunt. 
You felt at peace before you heard urgent knocking at the door. Slowly opening your eyes, you sit up and hear your bones crack from being asleep.
Walking over to the door, you check the peephole and see Layla still knocking.
You open the door, and Layla looks at you a tad disappointed, "Hey, what’s up?”
“Can I come in? It’s urgent” She points to the inside of the apartment which you nod and let her in.
“Jesus, was that you?” Layla coughs and waves her hand to get the smoke that fills the room away.
“Uh, maybe. Anyway, what happened? You’re never this freaked out”
Layla bites her cheek, “Have you heard from Marc? Steven? Jake? Any of them?”
You blink, “Not as of lately, all I got was a note from them saying they were going to find the cane”
“Yeah, the last text I got was him saying he found the hideout, but I haven’t gotten a response.” Layla pulls out her phone.
She shows you the last message from him, which was about 5 hours ago. Usually Marc would need less than that to complete a job.
“Maybe things got heavy, they’re probably on their way now.” You try to reason, but in reality, you begin to worry.
“If they were, I would be able to see their location but it’s off. I have a bad feeling something might have happened” Layla's face is tense and she doesn't appear to be able to relax.
Usually Layla was the one who was the calmest amongst the trio. So whatever it was that happened must be bad.
“What do we do?” You cross your arms.
Layla fidgets with her wedding ring as she looks down, “I-I don’t know”
All you do is stare at Layla and try to think. The boys were always the brains in this sort of thing, all you did was follow. What would they do?
You can probably retrace your steps, but again, you have been missing out on all the meetings ever since you claimed your hatred for the side missions.
A blast of wind comes and blows away all the pages that were on the coffee table. You and Layla turn to the noise and see Khonshu. However, he looks rough and stressed. Having both of the ofthe group who always calm now stressed was odd and almost a bad omen. He doesn’t waste any time before he starts.
“They’re in trouble, the group created a barrier which caused me to unlatch from them” 
“What?” You say with disbelief.
“There’s no time! They are in grave danger and need help!”He bangs his staff on the ground to get the message across.
You feel your heart begin to beat rapidly. You’re almost frozen by the news that they're in danger. They have saved you countless of times so it would make sense to repay the debt.
“Take me,” you say and Layla looks at you shocked.
She grabs onto your shoulders, “Y/N, no. We have to go together, we don’t know what they are capable of”
“I can handle it on my own,” you say before removing her hands and holding them, “I’ll be fine, I’ll send you the address and you can meet us there”
You begin to walk to Khonshu which he does not hesitate to give you your own powers temporarily. You are quickly enveloped in a similar suit of the Moon Knight’s. If it was a normal situation, you would have gloated but today was different.
“Wait Y/N!” Layla calls out but you are gone. She looks around to think before she calls for an old friend.
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All you can do is keep running, jumping from building to building. Nothing else is on your mind but the three men who have been by your side for the past few years.
“It’s right there!” Khonshu called out.
You looked down and see a building with a purple glow coming from inside the windows before it leaves. That must have been the barrier that was made to stop Marc and the others from having Khonshu by their side. 
Khonshu immediately takes you to the building's entrance. It doesn’t take you long before you burst through the doors. The suit disappearing at the same time. You don’t let Khonshu explain to you how many there are or what they are capable of doing. All you want is to see Marc again and apologize for everything you've said. How you are glad that you met him.
You look around the first floor quickly to find signs of one of the boys being there but they aren’t. Rushing up the flight of stairs you find an open space with a few tables of a few weapons. You walk to one and grab a pistol. You check for bullets which thankfully it has a few.
You never learned to handle one before which leads you to grabbing a knife from there too. Once you look over your weapons, you hear a large thud coming from upstairs and grunting. 
“Marc” You breath out and sprint up the stairs.
All that adrenaline begins to spread through your body. That is until you get to the top of the stairs.
The scene is horrifying. Your eyes widen and you feel the world go quiet, only your heartbeat can be heard banging through your ears. At first you thought it was your pulse going crazy.
Thud 
It was just your pulse.
Thud
It was your pulse, thats what you kept telling yourself.
Thud
Marc received another blow to the head. He was helpless. He could only lie on his stomach and let blood drain from his nose and mouth. His left eye was purple and swollen. Red had now stained his dark brown curls.
All of this pain inflicting on him was coming from the red haired woman. Vanessa.
You're enraged, and you swear you see red. You point the gun at her, ready to fire, when one of the members notices you and tries to take the gun from you. You two fall to the ground while attempting, causing the gun to skid across the floor. You pull out your knife before he can get up. You swing it at the man horizontally. Making a cut at his neck.
Unfortunately, it is not deep enough. 
When the other two members notice your presence, they tackle you. You try to push them off with all your strength, but they pin your arms behind your back. Their weight crushes you, causing your cheek to collide with the cold floor.
“Get the fuck off me!” You yell out.
The man who you cut wipes the blood off and glares at you. He immediately rushes to you and begins to kick you in your stomach, calling you a ‘bitch’. Before he can do more damage, another member holds him back.
“Hey! Hey! Thats enough!” Says the man as he tries to keep his friend from beating you.
You don’t care about the man though. All your attention is on the redhead. You have never felt so much anger as you do right now.
“You’re going to fucking die!” You growl.
She looks at you and cocks her head to the side, “It’s you from before”
You continue to glare at her before two other people come in. One man and one woman, they look at the scene before continuing on with Vanessa.
“Who’s that?” The man points at you.
The woman then adds, “How are they here? Why weren’t you on watch?”
The one with the cut on his neck yells, “I didn’t know he’d bring someone else!” 
“Well thats enough, it won’t take long until people report a noise complaint” the man looks at Vannessa.
“You want what I want, right?” She grips the base of the bat as she stares at the man.
The man stays quiet and just says, “End it. Now”
Realizing what they said, you stop resisting and look over to Marc’s body. You look at him with pleading eyes and beg, “Guys, get up. Get up!”
Even though they are badly hurt, you can see the small shift between Steven and Jake. Jake, who tries to move but fails. Steven, who tries to reach out to you but can’t.
They soon give control to Marc. He tries his best to open his eyes and looks over at you. He mumbles your name, you’re the only thing he focuses on once again.
“Marc, fucking get up!” Your voice cracks.
You look back at Vanessa and now beg, “Please stop!”
She ignores you and winds her arm back, having a tight grip on the bat.
“Please don’t do this…” you sob, “Marc, please get up!”
Vanessa then brings the bat down and smashes it against Marc’s skull. Blood spilling more than there was.
“Nooo!” You yell out feeling your throat burn from forcing your vocal cords.
You sob as you stare at Marc’s lifeless body. The man who loved and protected you was no longer here. He was gone.
One of the members walk up to his body and spit on him, wishing him to be in hell. That same anger from before comes back up and you try to get up.
“I'll fucking kill you!” You keep repeating to them.
The members of the group began debating whether or not to kill you. However, as you stare at Marc, all of their voices become muffled. Your gaze then shifts to Vanessa, who drops the bat and turns to face you.
You remember her features. In fact, all of their features. Memorize them so they don't believe they are free. Keep them close by memorizing them. Remember them for Marc. Remember them for Steven. Remember them for Jake. It's for them.
You breathe heavily before one member comes to you and kicks you in the head to knock you out.
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“Y/N” Layla softly calls out to you, shaking your body awake.
She is wearing her suit given to her by Tawaret. She was too late though.
You open your eyes slowly and mumble, “Are they…”
Layla looks down and nods, “I’m sorry”
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Back at the apartment, you stayed sitting on their bed. What once used to be their bed. The sheets are still undone and you can still see where their head lay. They would have done the bed by now. There would be food being cooked right now. Instead, it was their funeral.
You fidget with the Star of David necklace that used to be theirs. Looking at it, remembering how it sat around their neck.
A knock comes from the door but you don’t try to get up. Usually it was one of them knocking, usually because they forgot their keys or wallet. But they aren’t here. The door didn’t matter.
It opens, and you can hear hesitant steps approaching you. Layla can be recognised by her heels clicking on the wooden floors. "Are you ready?" she asks, holding both hands over her stomach as she turns to face you.
Her voice is almost a whisper. She must have been crying all night. 
“Yeah…” You look up at her and see you were right.
Her eyes were red and her face tear stained. Yet she tried to keep her composure for you. She wore a black slim dress with black heels. Her hair was tied in a low ponytail.
For you, all you had on was a black jacket, shirt, and jeans with black boots. 
You two made your way outside the building to a taxi. Layla spoke to the driver while you remained silent and gazed out the window. You were numb because the world seemed numb to you.
Soon enough you got to the cemetery and saw a few people there. Not family but more of colleagues from his Egyptian work it seemed. You and Layla stayed close to his grave, watching as his coffin lowered inside. All you could do was think about his beaten face inside that coffin. 
Once buried, everyone quickly left except you. You remained motionless, staring at the tombstone. You got down on your knees, grabbed a small pebble, and placed it on top of the stone, following a Jewish tradition you'd learned beforehand.
“I'm so sorry, I should have said that earlier. If only I did” you croaked.
After bidding farewell to last guests, Layla walked up behind you and put a hand on your shoulder, “When your ready”
"Um, I'll catch up to you. I just need more time," you say, looking up at her.
Layla gives a tight smile and nods, “Okay." She walks away, her steps fading away.
You breath out, seeing your breath in the cold. Your fingers were frozen but you didn’t care. As expected, you feel the wind pass by you. Knowing who it was, you didn’t bother in looking up.
“I am sorry for your loss, Y/N” Khonshu gently says.
You don’t say anything and continue to stare at Marc’s carved name on the tombstone. Khonshu doesn’t find it surprising and understands.
He thinks before he says, “As you humans say, they are no longer suffering here-”
“I want to go look for them.” You don’t look up at him when you say it. You grab a handful of dirt from the ground and slowly release it back down.
Khonshu, surprised, responds, "It's dangerous, they wouldn't want you to go alone"
"I know they wouldn't want me to, but I want to. Are you going to help me?" You take a step forward and look at him. He looks into your eyes and sees the revenge burning within your irises.
He stays quiet, which you take as a no. “Fine, I’ll do it by myself”
You clench your fist and look down at the grave. Marc's death plays over and over in your mind. Each face flashes through your mind, and you consider how each one aided in his death. How you begged them to stop.
“I’m going to kill, every last one of them” 
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Anyways, wasn't that cool? :D
Also, I know the argument between the reader and Marc was dumb but you try coming up with an argument that isn't cliche or one that would be reasonable for you to get mad at. It was for the plot is what I'm trying to say.
If yall want me to write a happy ending to it let me know or don't idk
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Please Don't Hate Me!
(Moon knight x Reincarnated teen Reader)
Marc Spector carries a lot of Secrets that more often than not get him into a world of trouble. Turns out his kid might have more than he does.
Poor Layla , she didn't sign up for this
In other words:
In a world where a person from our world reincarnates into moon knight and they Really, Really love their big family
Disclaimer: I do not own Moon Knight or the photos (I do edit the photos, but they are not mine)
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Ch 3: You're in Deep Shit Marc Spector
Warning: mentions of depression and someone passing out,
also Layla steals the show, good for her
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Loud, constant clacking filled the dimming room as a woman with long, dark, curly hair sat at her desk typing away with a harsh, but determined look.
She was frustrated, royally pissed, but most of all, Layla was worried.
Her baby girl, yes hers.
Marc had left, leaving divorce papers a few weeks after his disappearance, sure they were unsigned, but she didn't care!
He. Left!
He has no right to say he cares!
He. Has. No. Fucking Right.
Marc Left.
And it tore her baby girl apart.
It tore her heart as well, but that she can handle.
She can be wounded, she can bleed till her last drop and she will still be able to move. It would be hard but she can get up and try again. It would take time and she would have to learn to trust again, but she could, would heal.
But watching her baby girl fall apart?
Literally fall apart, piece by piece?
That was the kicker.
The Final straw.
That was Marc stabbing her, them, in the back.
Layla had already lost her father, she can't help her wish to know how or why, but she could live.
She had met Marc, got married, and had a sweet baby girl. In a way she moved past her father's death.
She had a family of her own.
HAD!
Marc stole that from her!
Stole her new family! He ripped them apart viciously by leaving!
Of course she's livid!
Her sweet little baby girl nearly cried that first week that had gone by with absolutely no word from Marc.
At first, she thought he was on another one of Khonshu's missions. Sometimes they ran long. Normally it was no big deal. Sure, it was odd he hadn't said anything before leaving, but she understood how demanding that god could be. There were multiple talks and rants, the frustration with that topic alone could topple mountains.
So she had understood.
Key word, had.
Watching the frown appear on her daughters face when Layla said papa went on a trip was worrying, but not enough to draw Layla's attention.
Not yet, at the very least.
But when the week finished up and there were still no signs of Marc? Layla started to worry.
Worry that Marc was dead, long gone to a place neither could reach.
There is a saying that 'no news is good news'.
It's a Lie.
'No news' is Worse.
It's no wonder 'Hope' was in Pandora's box.
'No news' leaves you wondering what happened, how it happened, maybe even why. But you hold on to that hope, no matter how small. You pray nothing has gone wrong, every single day. You wait, holding your breath, 'One more day' you'll chant. 'I'll find out tomorrow' but when tomorrow comes? It's the exact same thing, making your worry and dread grow till eventually it slowly becomes a crushing weight. Hope, once an ally, has become the backstabber, the taunter, the solid boulder. It drives you crazy with 'what ifs'.
'No news' can mean so much more.
And it drags on in the most torturous of ways.
So when Marc didn't check in like normal, didn't warn her about the silence required on his mission, to keep them safe, she started to worry.
But their daughter, her little treasure who has fiercely loved her father for all these years, seemed to have noticed as well.
Layla never really knew just how much their baby girl paid attention to their comings and going. Honestly, she would have been impressed if those observations hadn't bothered her baby girl.
It had started small enough, a meal missed here, another skipped there. Her little girl sleeping in their bedroom, sometimes stealing some of Marc's shirts, the dirty shirts.
Layla didn't have the heart to scold her after the fourth time, not after that heartbreaking mumbled apology. She can't help but wonder where she learned those puppy dog eyes.
Not when Layla realized she hadn't seen her little girl in days.
Her child who would rather play outside with her father insread of watching a movie or play video games seemed to hide behind them now, almost obsessively. Layla's daughter Refusing to ride or even look at the swings, or anything that had to do with her activities with Marc. The tree he had caught her in was empty except for the leaves. The couch where she always slept on top of Marc now sat empty. The blanket now moved to the recliner. Touch no longer seemed to sooth her little girl.
The little hugger of the family just... seemed to ghost around the house.
The girl that would sing random songs while she baked family and friends treats, barely opened her mouth after the third week.
That finally snapped Layla out of it, enough to try ring Marc.
Good news, his phone went through.
Bad news, the asshole refused to pick up.
Oh, she didn't call him an asshole the first time she called, nor the second. But after the 54th call, 46 messages and 0 answers? Well, she naturally grew pissed.
Her messages started off sweet and worried, asking him when he'll be home, to, at the very least just let them know he's safe and that they miss him.
Then she started begging Marc to come home, their baby girl had passed out a d the doctor said it was from forgetting to eat.
That was the first and last time, for both her daughter and herself. Her baby girl now set timers to remember to eat and that message was the last time she begged Marc to come home.
He didn't care enough to come home, or he didn't care enough to listen. She didn't know which outcome was Marc's issue.
It didn't matter. He'd spectacularly burned that bridge.
At this point in time, it was more a matter of pride. She wanted to find Marc to drag answers out of that dick. And if he didn't have a good reason, even if he did, he would be toast. His answer would determine the level of burning she would do, if her daughter didn't do it first.
She could be quite vindictive when she felt it was necessary.
Layla was relieved when her baby came home from the sanctum one weekend with a massive smile on her face and an apology for worrying her mother on her lips. They had two long girls' day and spent those next two nights together.
Layla never asked what made her little treasure so happy. Too relieved that she had a better part of her daughter back.
Oh, her little girl was still sad, but not nearly to the extreme she was prior. Maybe she finally found a boyfriend at school or maybe she got a new friend. Layla had seen her little treasure wearing a small, thin red and gold bracelet with a small sapphire gem braided in as the master piece.
Layla hoped it was from a friend and not a lover. She didn't want to see her little girl that broken ever again.
If her father could cripple her, what would a lover do?
So Layla was relieved to see her daughter back on the swings, not as often as she had before, but it was enough.
So with one more thing settled, she could focus more on Marc.
And she was livid.
Harshly typing away on her keyboard, creating a long series of codes, a net of numbers.
Layla doesn't plan to leave anything to chance, all she needs is for Marc to pick up his phone one time. Even if he doesn't, this baby right here will slowly get closer each ring. A bit like the game Marco Polo treasure always made Marc play.
One way or another, she will get what she wants.
Fuck Marc's flightiness. She'll chase him to the end of the world if she has too. He owes them an explanation at the very least.
It's why she called her daughter back, in case they would have to go at a moments notice.
"Mama?"
With a few more key strokes Layla finishes and shouts over her shoulder, "In here, baby girl!"
There's a bit of shuffling before little treasure enters, "Could you hand me my cell, sweetheart?"
"Sure"
It takes no more than a moment, and with her daughters eyes following her, she connects her phone to her computer to start the download.
It's silent, and Layla can feel the slight tension in the air.
Really, it's at times like these that her little girl reminds her of Marc.
Letting out a sigh Layla relents, "I've almost got him."
She watches as her daughter perks up, "Really?!"
Layla can't help the mixed feelings forming in the pit of her stomach. For one thing she's delighted her daughter can smile like that again, for another Layla wishes it was she who could light up her daughters face. Though she can't really blame little treasure since she herself was a daddy's girl to begin with. "Really, Really." She quotes, earning a happy giggle from her girl, "Now why don't you get packing, we leave as soon as I can get a trace on the man."
She watches as her daughter freezes and turns back towards her and in a voice so quiet asks, "You mean, I can come with you?"
It's the unspoken 'this time' hanging in the air that makes Layla pause and look, really look at her daughter. The subtle hope hidden in her eyes that forces Layla to remember all the times her... their daughter asked if she could come. How she only asked once each time, never more, only once.
How?
How had Layla and Marc not noticed?
"Of course you're coming, -" her daughter's squeals of happiness and excitement cut Layla off. She watched as her little one ran off on quick, but surprisingly quiet feet. Layla would have smiled and shook her head, but not this time.
This time she just silently observed their little girl zooming to and fro, leaping over any obstacles. ...When was the last time her daughter was this excited? This free?
Pursing her lips, she nodded to herself.
Marc was in deep shit once she got a hold of him.
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AN: sorry for the late update. Just finished this chapter. Wattpad deleted 2 chapters this one was included (nearly shit myself in rage luckily it was only deleted on the app and I saved it from the website? Have no clue how that worked, I'm just so glad it did) also got sick... still sick but what ever.
I'm actually really happy Layla stole the rains for this one, really mama bear surprised me and I think it helps explain why Layla was so pissed at Marc. Before it felt more like she wanted to find Marc for her bruised pride and wanting answers (at least for me)
Gotta do some research on the story plots (haven’t seen the whole thing and don’t want to follow word for word so bullet points! … I thought I was done with research 😫)
Thanks for reading! ☺️
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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))
please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait
pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader
TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? kinda angst at the end, many mentions of throwing up, underage drinking, more drunk teen stuff, let me know if i missed anything.
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"alright let's go over this again- what time are you supposed to be home?"
"11 at the latest"
"and how will you get home?"
"you pick me up or khonshu walks me home"
"and what do you do if you get uncomfortable?"
"tell evie then call you"
"that's right" marc says and you sigh, feeling your leg bounce up and down due to the nerves.
your first highschool party. technically.
evie went to your school, but you didn't see each other at all. except when she would occasionally walk home.
marc parks the car at the side of the road, and you look over to evies house which was booming with music and colored lights.
and that was when she came out.
she was in a sparkly red dress that only reached to the middle of her thighs, and she had sparkling jewelry in every possible place she could.
you opened the door to step out of the car when you looked down at your own clothing- which consisted of plain black shorts, a white t shirt and jakes leather jacket.
"awwww! you look so cute!" evie compliments and you look down to the sidewalk shyly.
"hey" marc calls out behind you so you turn around. "don't do anything stupid, okay?"
you smile at him. "i won't. i love you guys" you say before shutting the door and walking to evie.
"that guy is familiar.. is he that cabbie that yells at people and causes scenes all the time?" she asks, leading you to the door.
"yeah... that's my dad"
"oh okay- wait- that's your dad?!"
"yeah-"
she interrupts you by laughing. "i've heard him yell the funniest things at people-" she keeps laughing as she opens the door.
you laugh along with her until you see the amount of people inside the house.
evie senses your nerves and turns to you. "if you get overwhelmed just tell me and i can hang out with you in my room if you want" she offers and it makes you feel better about going.
"thank you"
"now- for drinks we have apple juice, water, some sprite, and i think someone brought a bunch of alcohol but i don't drink-" she leads you to the kitchen.
"apple juice?" you ask almost excitedly and evie nods.
"well i can get you some and you can go hang out if you want, get to know people?" she suggests and you nod, walking to the huge living room where there's maybe 15 people dancing about on the floor, and you choose to go stand in the corner of the room and watch everyone as they have fun.
that was when someone came up to you.
"heyyyyy! i haven't seen you before! what's your name?!" a boy looking around your age starts, leaning against the wall next to you.
"i'm.. im y/n"
"ohhhhh! evies friend! i've heard so much about you!!" he slurs out taking a huge gulp of whatever liquid was in his red solo cup.
"uhh.. yeah. i'm evies friend-"
"well i'm bradley it's wonderful to meet you- you're so pretty!" he brings a hand up to brush down the bridge of your nose, making you lean away a bit.
"oh- i'm sorry force of habit" he pulls his hand away and puts it in his pocket.
"my ex used to let me admire her" he looks down at the ground and you watch in shock at the boy's dramatic expression.
"but she cheated on me!" he tears up, leaning to you again and hugging you, spilling all of his drink on the floor.
you just stand there and awkwardly pat his back.
"she- she cheated on me with my brother!" he sobs violently into your shoulder and squeezes his arms tighter around your waist.
evie comes back with your apple juice and looks shocked at the position you're in.
"what happened?" she whispers as she comes up next to you.
"this is my new friend bradley. i think he's wasted or something" you shrug and evie chuckles before rubbing his back, making him let go of you to wipe his tears, by dropping his empty cup on the floor.
he adjusts his beanie you didn't know he had on, which conveniently has embroidered writing on it saying 'sad boi' with a frowny face next to it.
he takes your hand in his and kisses it. "i'm sorry- you're just so pretty- are you single? would you ever cheat on me-?" he asks while still slurring his words together.
evie starts leading him away from you. "she's happily married, now let's go" she starts. "i'm just taking him up to the guest room really quick- i'll be right back" she hands you your cup of juice and you nod.
you look down at the wet spot on the floor from when bradley spilled his drink and cringe, moving to another corner of the room.
trouble just always seems to come your way and another boy approaches you.
"what's that you're drinking?" he asks nodding his head at you.
you just stare at him for a moment. "apple juice"
he lets out a single laugh. "yeah? and what else?" he asks completely serious.
you just stare at him again. "it's just apple juice-"
"awww, you got invited to a party and you're not even gonna drink? just a little bit?" he talks to you in a tone a mother would her child.
"no."
"come on, just take a sip" he holds his cup out to you and you look inside it, just seeing clear liquid. you could smell it from there and you lean your head away from it.
he chuckles again. "this your first time? come on, just a little"
"no thank you-"
"what are you? chicken?" he scoffs with a smile.
"what? no!" you get defensive, standing up straight.
"yes you are! just take a sip you pussy!" he shouts, making a couple people turn around to watch the exchange.
you notice the cup was about half full of probably many different kinds of alcohol, so you yank it from his hand and chug the whole thing in one breath.
you throw the cup down while the small crowd watching you cheers in delight.
you feel a sudden urge of confidence as a girl comes up to you while her friend pours both vodka and tequila in a red cup at the same time until it was almost all the way full.
you look to the boy from before and he nods. "come on my new friend! don't pussy out!" he jokes and you take the cup, again chugging the whole thing without taking a breath.
the crowd goes wild as you wipe the excess liquid from your mouth and you start coughing due to the sting of the burning sensation in your throat.
you throw the cup down again. "another!" you yell, causing the boy next to you to pour the tequila into your apple juice.
you take a breath before chugging that as well, then crushing the cup in your hand after feeling your stomach gurgle.
you put a hand to your stomach and breath slowly, feeling something reach your head.
now everything felt.. fuzzy. like when you try on your friends glasses and see how blind they truly are.
or taking your own glasses off and not being able to see shit.
you stumble back into the wall behind you and the boy wraps an arm around your shoulder and shoves another drink in your hand.
"drink up, you're the life of the party now!" he shouts, earning cheering from everyone again, who's attentions were all on you.
you slowly bring the cup to your lips when evie takes it from you, and you get surprised at the fact that she appeared out of no where.
"what are you doing?" she asks and then turns to the boy that still had an arm wrapped around your shoulder.
"did you pressure her into doing this?" she asks him angrily and he moves closer to you.
"nah, she just isn't a pussy" he looks over to you and turns your head towards him with his thumb and forefinger on your chin.
before you could register what was happening his lips were on yours and when you realized it you pushed him away and tripped him so that he was on the ground below you.
you bent down and grabbed a handful of his shirt and got in his face. "what the fuck is wrong with you?! you can't just kiss someone like that- i have a boyfriend!" you slam him back down and walk away, evie following you.
you find yourself in her kitchen, which was void of people, sitting at the island on a barstool.
"you okay?" she rubs your arm. "i'm so sorry about him- he's always like that"
"why are you friends with him?" you counter and she sighs, sitting on the stool next to you.
"he acts all goody goody in front of my parents and blackmails me into inviting him to parties" she says and you look to her.
"that.. that's not right.." you shake your head and she smiles at you.
"it's okay. he's just annoying" she scoffs and you let out a laugh.
"yeah like who just kisses someone like that- i don't even know his name!" you laugh again. "oh my god casper is going to be so mad at me. "you mumble, putting your head in your hands.
evie rubs your back. "he's not, he'll understand" she starts. "do you want to come dance with me?"
~~~
a couple hours later- about 10:30- you were guzzling down all the drinks people were shoving in your face.
they were all cheering you on for not passing out considering you've probably drank the equivalent of a whole bottle of vodka of all the types of alcohol in the house.
you were just about to drink some more when evie approached you again.
"heyyyy y/n- how about we take a break-"
"but evie! i'm not a pussy!" you retort and she takes your wrist and drags you from the crowd.
"hey- why'd you do that..?" you manage to slur out.
"i think it's time for you to go home- but! i had fun! and you had fun and i'll invite you over again but i think it's passed your bedtime"
"i ain't got a bedtime-"
"yes you do, now are you okay to walk home?"
"yeah i got someone"
"...okay.. well i'll see you later okay?" she leads you to the door and you adjust your jacket.
"y-yeah" you stutter, then hiccup.
evie softly smiles at you before closing the door and khonshu appears behind you.
"you are not well" he says and you turn around slowly, and stumble down the stairs from evie's house.
"i'm fine- m' jus' tired all of a sudden" you close your eyes for a second and when you open them you're right in front of the door to the apartment.
"what.."
"i am a god. don't be stupid" khonshu says, walking through the wall into the apartment, and you try to do the same only to end up hitting your head on the door.
"fuck!" you shout, trying to get the key out of your pocket to unlock the door.
let's just say when you get inside, marc is giving you a really weird look as you try to lock the door again.
"did you have fun..?" he asks, getting up off the couch to approach you and you struggle to get your shoes off.
"yeahhh" you say, almost tripping off your shoes to go and hug marc, leaning all your weight against him.
he was surprised until he smelt a familiar aroma. he takes your face in his hands and sees how bloodshot they are.
"have you been drinking?" he asks and you nod.
"i had some apple juice" you start laughing.
marc looks down at you in shock. "you- you reek of alcohol" he tells you and you look back up at him.
"well b'cause i'm not a pussy" you explain and he sighs.
"dude she is drunk" jake points out.
"i think you mean wasted" steven corrects.
"hey i can hear you!" you yell at the mirror, seeing steven put his hands up in surrender.
"and i'm not drunk!"
"oh yeah? tell the time" marc argues.
you slowly turn to the digital clock on the oven. "i am not drunk!" you say to the clock and marc sighs tiredly.
marc takes both your shoulders and guides you to your room. "you stay here, i doubt you've eaten anything lately" he makes you sit down on your bed to go get pop tarts from the kitchen.
you sit and begin to not feel well, like as if you swallowed acid.
marc comes back and see you visibly turning pale- and rushes you to the bathroom.
right as you get there you empty your guts into the toilet- and it burns even worse coming back up than it did going down.
you threw up for almost a whole minute and once you were done you were a sobbing mess.
marc carefully wiped the puke from your bottom lip with a wet towel, and used a different one to place against your forehead.
"take it easy-"
"dad! i'm sorry! i- i was being called a pussy for not drinking an' i don't like being made fun of anymore for i drank a little bit!" you cry, and marc just picks you up and carries you to your bed, setting you down and adjusting the cold cloth on your forehead.
"it's okay, kid. we'll talk in the morning okay? we love you" he says, gesturing to the pop tarts and glass of water. "please drink some water, okay"
"goodnight darling"
"buenas noches, dulce niña"
~~~
you woke up twice in the middle of the night to throw up.
and both times your dads were there to calm you down and make you drink water so you didn't get a headache.
they brought you pedro and luna who cuddled with you, knowing somehow that you were sick and needed a pick me up.
and it was the dreaded morning now, where you woke up with a pounding, ear splitting headache.
you groan and squeeze your eyes shut, running your hand down your face only to open your eyes and see steven sitting at your windowsill reading a book.
"what.. what are you doing..?" you grumble, trying to adjust to the light.
steven closes his book and sets it down beside him. "care to tell us why you came home drunk?" he asks.
"i don't know.." you say quietly, still feeling some effects of the alcohol. "i just.. it happened so fast" you sit up and sway a bit where you sit.
steven looks at you expectingly and you look away from him. "look- i didn't know there were drinks there-"
"so why did you do it?" marc asks, deciding to front. "do you know what underage drinking can do to you? you could've been poisoned" he starts and you scoff.
"poisoned by a bunch of seniors?"
"don't get smart with me right now. we can't keep fighting y/n" he ends quietly.
"it's been months since our last argument, but i can't let this slide" he says, making you look over to him sadly. "please explain yourself. and don't lie, please"
you look over to marc before starting. "this guy.. he kept calling me a pussy so i only drank a little bit.. at first" you add at the end.
"and everyone started cheering- so i took that as a good thing- so i started chugging cups of.."
"cups of what?" jake asks from your mirror.
you shrug nervously and marc shakes his head.
"that's extremely dangerous, y/n. you're lucky there wasn't anything too toxic in it- you could've gotten very sick!" he shouts and you nod.
"i really regret it.... i really shouldn't have done it. i feel like shit right now" you tell them honestly and marc nods.
"we need you to promise anything like this won't happen again" marc says and you nod.
"i promise dad- i mean it" you look into his eyes as you promise.
he nods and helps you up off your bed to bring you into a hug. you hug marc back until you feel your stomach acting up again.
jake sensed something was wrong and fronted to rush you to the bathroom.
once you got there you knelt in front of the toilet and spilled your guts again.
jake watched in pity as you finished, flushed the toilet and sat back against the bathtub on the floor.
you looked up at jake. "i'm sorry papa.." you whispered, looking down at the floor after.
"just.. clean up the kitchen and scoop the litter box. that's all for now" he tells you, so you smile and stand up, hugging him before he gently pushes you back.
"brush your teeth first, puke breath"
"fuck you, papa"
~~~
and of course, all three of your dads were thinking about all the activities from last night even after the first time you were forced to go to bed.
the first time you woke up, it was to call casper. to tell him you were drunk and that somebody kissed you and you felt super bad- and you needed to make sure he still loved you.
he said yes even though you were crying so hard you were drooling all over yourself.
and then you got forced to go back to sleep.
and then when you woke up the second time, it was because you were hungry- no, starving.
you ate two packages of pop tarts and some black olives. you almost ate the raspberries before marc hurried in because he heard noise, and helped you as you threw up again.
you slept soundly throughout the rest of the night, and now back to the present.
you ate some plain toast on the couch next to steven and the cats, who were cuddling on the armrest to your right.
"you feeling any better?" steven asks and you nod.
"thank you" you start. "definitely never doing that shit again- i hate throwing up" you shiver at the thought.
"glad you learned your lesson" steven says, and you lean your head against his shoulder as you start to fall asleep again.
steven smiles down at you, turning the tv off so he could get some sleep as well.
a nice sleepy morning for all of you, without anything to worry about at the moment.
except the fact you got wasted the night before and threw up a bunch.
but you'll be okay.
you'll all be okay.
~~~
A/N : love you guys, and i know exactly how many chapters are left >:)
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legally binded
Jenna Ortega x F!Reader
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Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.
Warnings/Tags: famous!reader, mentions of hard substances, intoxication, mature language, real people (do not read if any of these makes you uncomfortable)
Note: Wrote a quick one, I don't usually write about real people so (this is all fiction, don't take it seriously) Can you tell I'm procrastinating on my other WIPs.
Word Count: 2.1k+
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“Blacking out at a strip club in Vegas, are you fucking serious?”
Jake, your manager’s voice thunders around the office. 
You sink lower into the armchair, casting your eyes down – ashamed. From your peripheral, you can see Jake pacing up and down behind his desk and yanking at his tie; roughing up his usually neat-suited appearance. 
“Is it bad?” You gather the courage to ask.
There was a lot of shit that Jake lets you get away with. He’s known since you were a young teen with starry-eyed dreams. Except, your dreams did come true. You were living it, working with respected directors and actors on prestigious sets and projects; it was a shot in the dark that you would ever become a working actor much less a critically-acclaimed one but Jake took a chance on you.
But no one had warned you just how much you had to give up in order to keep succeeding at your dream. Work breeds more work, is that what they say?
Well if that’s the case, it certainly felt like it. Since your first big break, you haven’t stopped working. Seemingly flying to every crevice of the Earth to show face at yet another event they had scheduled on your calendar. 
You could barely name the day of the week.
Being in your teens in the public eye was not easy and it hasn’t gotten any easier as you entered your 20s. So they can sue you for trying to have some fun for once in your life. Granted, you may have gone overboard with it… that much you can own up to.
“Is it bad?” He scoffs, reiterating your question in a mocking tone and if it were anyone else you wouldn’t have been able to stave off your annoyance. “Try the end of times… you got locked up in jail. For possession of coke. You can imagine the headlines.”
You wince, clamping your eyes shut. Yeah, that is bad. “It wasn’t mine! It was–”
“Oh, I know whose it was!” Abruptly stopping, he swipes a finger in your direction shutting you up. “You and your little boy-toy can say goodbye to each other ‘til Liv and I fix this goddamn mess.”
“I didn’t know he had it on him, Jake. And he’s not my boy toy.” Your nose screws up in disgust. 
“It doesn’t matter anymore. The media caught wind of your weekend away in Vegas with that singer. Did you really think no one would recognize you with a famous musician in a strip club? They have pictures of you in cuffs, Y/N – you’re lucky you didn’t get pressed with charges for drug possession.” 
You hear the tired disappointment in Jake’s voice and feel guilt crawl around in your chest. No words seem to be good enough to fix the mess you created so you stay silent. You can add this to the list of headlines he has had to clean up recently. You keep your head down, like a petulant child called into the principal’s office – which in this situation, was an accurate comparison.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Y/N.” A higher-pitched voice echoes behind you and theoretically, if it were physically possible to pass through atoms, you’d be 6-feet under the Earth’s crust.
Far, far away from Liv.
“I already gave her the talk, Liv. We haven’t got the time. What’s the plan to fix this?” Jake crosses his arms, one elbow propped to hold his heavy head up. The bags under his eyes were a clear indication that like you, he also hasn’t slept since he bailed you out of Clark County Jail – a mere 10 hours ago.
All you knew is that you were waking up in a cold, dingy cell with a nasty hangover and an officer shouting from behind steel bars that someone had posted bail for you. Next thing you knew, you were being escorted out the side entrance of the building and into a blacked-out Escalade then driven to a private tarmac where a jet was waiting to take you back to Los Angeles.
Liv is also someone you accredit your success to. Jake and Liv are partners and often represent clients together. You liked to call them each other’s work husband/wife. Liv is a tough lady, only in her early 30s and already one of the most sought-after PR agents in Hollywood; has a boss-ass bitch attitude and a resting bitch face to match. Where Jake often played the good cop with you, Liv was guaranteed to be the complete opposite. 
Liv rounds the desk, standing beside Jake. She was dressed in business casual clothes but her hair wasn’t done like it usually was – a sign she had rushed over here upon your arrival. Staring you down with a menacing glare before rolling her eyes. “You’re not gonna like it, but I don’t care because we’re way past doing things your way.”
You sit up, a little scared. Liv is not one to mess around with. If she says it’s something you won’t like, you might as well go dig up your own grave. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I have an idea as to how to get some heat off your shoulders. Just until the press can find something else to fuss over.” She waves with a hand, furiously typing on her phone.
You and Jake shared a look, waiting for her to continue. 
“Well, are you going to tell us or not?” Jake huffs, throwing his hands in the air. Was he the only one in this damn room that felt like the sky was falling?
A knock interrupts before Liv can respond. “Hold that thought… Come in!” She holds a finger up, shoving her phone in her back pocket. 
You turn around, curiosity getting the better of you. Only, it was Jake’s assistant popping her head in. “Sorry for interrupting, sir. I know you said not to disturb you unless it was urgent.”
Jake runs a tired hand on his face. “Just get to the point, Em.” He says, not unkindly.
“Miss Olivia’s guests are here for the meeting. I was wondering if I can let them in?” The young assistant says timidly. Anyone can feel the thick tension in the room. No doubt she also saw the headlines plastered all over the internet of your face. There was an urgency in her mannerism that told you she wanted out of this conversation as soon as possible.
“Yes, let them in! Don’t make them wait.” She waves frantically. The door closes, leaving the three of you alone for a moment.
“Liv, what is this?” Jake asks before you can.
“Y/N, control your anger and be kind to our guests. This is for you, remember that.” She plasters a large smile with her last words as the door opens; multiple voices can be heard behind you. What the hell does that mean?
“Miss Ortega, great to officially meet you and Sarah, thank you for meeting us on such short notice.” Your head snaps to the side as Liv steps out from behind the desk to greet the people behind you.
The sight has you struck dumb. Why is Wednesday Addams in your manager’s office?
Granted, you know who she is. Who doesn’t? You can barely drive down any highway in L.A. without seeing her face plastered on some sort of billboard or building. But why is she here, in this office?
“Y/N I’d like you to meet Miss Ortega…” You were still rooted in your chair, just staring at them like an idiot. An uptick of a brow is raised as Jenna watches you remain unmoving. 
“Get up.” Jake kicks the back of your chair as he rounds the desk to greet Jenna and her manager, gritting under his breath. You spring up at the thud, rubbing your back in annoyance. 
“Nice to meet you, Miss Ortega.” You extend your hand when she finishes greeting Jake. 
She stood a good few inches under you, dressed casually in loose pants and a hoodie. She had a pair of sunglasses pushing her hair back, which was tied in a messy low bun; headphones around her neck.
You two have never crossed paths in all your years in Tinseltown – which was surprising considering you two are around the same age. There might have been an event or two that you had attended at the same time but you have never had the chance for a formal introduction. It wasn't difficult to see why the whole world was buzzing about Jenna Ortega.
“Just Jenna is fine.” She slides her hand in yours, sending a small, shy smile. The sparks you feel when your palms connect has you flinching almost imperceptibly. You see Jenna’s eyes snapping toward your connected hands telling you she may have felt it too. But before you can think too hard on it, you’re pulling away from her grasp. 
“Let’s all sit down, so we can tell you why you’re both here.”
Jenna takes the armchair to your left, and you fight to keep your sight straight ahead. “There’s no easy way to break the news. But here’s the CliffsNotes version. Over 24 hours ago, Y/N was arrested in Vegas. The press is having a field day, they already have the paps planted outside her house and every location she frequents. Our solution… a PR relationship, just until all of this has died down.”
You stare deadpan at Liv. Out of all the years, you have known her, this has to be the most balls-to-the-wall, bonkers shit she’s ever said to you. 
“What?” A sweet voice piques beside you, voicing out the shock you weren’t able to verbalize.
“A fake relationship, sweetie.” Her manager, Sarah says in a much sweeter tone than Liv could ever muster.
You can see her shake her head from your side eye. “We agreed to no PR stunts like this, Sarah.”
“I know, Jen. But with the recent controversy online… we just think this may be a good look. Liv called me last night and we came up with this plan and thought it couldn’t hurt with both of your situations.” At least her manager sounded apologetic. 
Jenna scoffs, feeling irritated and ambushed. “No offence, but I can handle a few nobodies online. And my situation is nowhere near as bad as hers. If anything how would pairing me up with someone who does drugs be good for my image.”
Your head snaps to her, nearly growling, “Watch it. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She bites back, turning to glare at you. “Is it not the truth?”
“No.”
“We got a drug user and a liar, great.” She mutters under her breath.
“Okay stop! You two don’t have a choice,” Sarah speaks up, sending Jenna a look you didn’t care enough to decipher. 
“Get someone else,” You say to Liv, ignoring everyone else around you. “Literally anyone else, please.” 
Jenna puffs out an incredulous scoff. “Screw you, dude.”
“Screw you too!”
“Jenna!” “Y/N!” The adults of the room shout over one another, chastising you both.
“That’s enough!” Jake shouts, getting you to break your intense glaring at the other actress. Jake’s tone slightly scared you, he was never one to raise his voice. And you knew you were balancing on some very thin and fragile ice with him at the moment. 
“This is the plan and that’s final! Jenna, everyone sees you as America’s sweetheart after the success of Wednesday. As much as it sucks, everyone is watching your next move, personally and professionally. And Y/N, you’ve been in the press for literally all the wrong things this year, and yet, the public can’t get enough of you. It’s good publicity on both sides… So you two will learn to get along – for the sake of both of your careers.” He says with a tone that leaned on threatening and you didn’t have the balls the challenge him on that. 
You had worked too hard for the life you have today just for it to be thrown away by a careless mistake. So if you had to buckle down and act in love with one of the most annoying people you had ever met, in world-record time, then so be it.
“How long…” You mumble, dropping your head in defeat.
“Three months at most. Less the quicker people forget about your night at the county jail.” Liv answers.
“Fine…” You conceded.
A few seconds of silence ring out before she answers, “Fine…”
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The enemy’s mate (Miles Quaritch x reader)
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Masterlist
Part 2
Description: Your fathers enemy being your vitra muntxa seemed like Eywa was punishing you. But maybe it wasn’t that bad after all.
vitra muntxa = soulmate
Warnings: pure filth, morally wrong probably, age gap, fingering/oral, p in v, breeding kink (because all men from that world have one - prove me wrong), slight mentions of death
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The moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew. And you were wondering what you did wrong in your life for Eywa to punish you like that. You were the oldest daughter of Neytiri and Jake and you knew the stories, you knew who the Na’vi looking soldier holding your siblings down there was. Quaritch. The sky demon who was one of the leading forces in the first war, was your vitra muntxa.
„You’re one of his“, Quaritch grinned at your younger brother, and you knew you couldn’t wait for your parents and Neteyam as backup, you had to act. You shot one arrow at the soldier holding Lo’ak and he fell to the ground with a thud. Your younger brother immediately started fighting but was grabbed by Quaritch, the taller and stronger man having no problem holding down the struggling teen.
„There’s another one!“, the woman shouted and you silently jumped to the ground, aiming and killing one of the soldiers with the big guns. You thought you had overlooked the group pretty well, registering every part of it, but when a big hand grabbed your arm and twisted it behind your back you knew there was one you hadn’t detected. You let out a pained gasp, your bow falling to the ground and you were sure your dad was going to chew you out for this mistake later.
„I got her!“, the soldier behind you shouted pushing you into the clearing, your eyes immediately scanning over your younger siblings. They seemed shaken but alright. Your eyes then gravitated to where your mate was still holding your brother, you didn’t want to look but couldn’t control it, you knew once you locked eyes, even he as someone who didn’t know the Na’vi culture and significance of vitra muntxa would realize something was going on.
You didn’t gauge the brutality that would be awoken in him the moment you locked eyes. You could hear your heart beat faster, suddenly feeling like gravity moved. It wasn’t the planet holding you down anymore, he was the one grounding you. The smirk on his face faded, and your siblings were reacting with shocked exclamations at the intense moment between you, knowing exactly what happened.
The other soldiers didn’t seem to realize that something was going on and the one behind you nudged you to keep moving. When you didn’t, still caught in the gaze of the tall sky demon a few meters across from you, he yanked at your queue. You whimpered pathetically, one of the most sensitive parts of your body wasn’t used to such force and Quaritch reaction to your pain was almost instant.
Quaritch could feel something he never felt before when he locked eyes with the blue beauty who was being pushed into the clearing. It seemed like everything else except her became meaningless, he could only see her. He didn’t even care about Sully or his own race or his mission anymore, his thoughts were only her, her, her. And when his soldier yanked at her hair and she whimpered, some primal instinct lashed out and he saw red.
You watched astonished as Quaritch let got of your brother, pointing his gun and shooting the soldier who had just yanked your hair, making him let go of you and fall to the ground. The others from his group watched in shock and it only took him seconds to cross the clearing and crouch down infront of you protectively growling. He saw the others reluctantly pointing their guns at him - and consequently at you - and shot two of them before tackling you to the ground when the others finally seemed to realize something went really wrong.
You realized your mother and father came out of the forest and dealt with the remaining soldiers, but you could only concentrate on the muscly man on top you caging you in with his body. Everywhere his skin touched you it left a pleasurably burning sensation in its wake. You couldn’t believe you were seriously growing wet in a situation like that, especially because of the sky demon responsible for so much death. But him raging like that for your protection was awaking something primal. His hot agitated breath against your neck didn’t help.
Suddenly he was pulled off of you, growling and seething the whole time. You were pulled up too, your mother hugging you tightly to her chest, and you could see Quaritch was being held down by your father and Neteyam. Your father pointed a gun at his head and you pushed your mother away frantically, without control over your own body. „No, Dad!“, you screamed in horror and everyone froze. Your parents looked at you in disbelief, why would you stop them from executing this murderer? Your voice was lost, not being able to bring the shame to your family that would eventually come with this confession.
Your brother took that burden of your shoulders. „He’s her vitra mutnxa“, Lo‘ak broke the silence, a pitiful look in his eyes. Your parents gasped, your mothers gaze full of sadness for her oldest daughter. Your father on the other hand was getting angry, just like Neteyam. „That’s why you killed your men Quaritch?! You will never have my daughter do you hear me? Never!“, he yelled at the man on his knees infront of him, who kept his eyes locked on the ground, his breathing still heavy.
„You can’t kill him ma Jake“, your mother pulled you back into her arms, not speaking out loud what she really meant. If they would kill him, they might aswell kill you too. Eventhough your vitra muntxa was someone like him, you would never recover from losing your mate, all happiness disappearing from your life. It wasn’t like normal mates, vitra muntxa was deeper and it was so rare there wasn’t a case of it since you were born.
When choosing a mate you had relative freedom, Eywa gently guiding you to the right person, but with soulmates, she basically pushed you into their arms and shackled you together. Your dad was visibly frustrated with the situation and you felt bad that you were the reason it had to be like that. All your siblings looked at you with shock and pity, and you hated every second of their gazes on you.
„We’re bringing him back, consult with Mo‘at“, your dad finally grunted, tying together Quaritchs hands and - with support of Neteyam - bringing him to his ikran. You wanted to follow, but your mother pulled you back. „No ma’ite, come we have to get your siblings home“, you were surprised she was so gentle with you, considering your mate was one of her biggest enemies. „I’m sorry sa’nu“, you whispered, the name you called her when you were smallish making her smile a little. „It is not your fault, it is Eywas will“, she kissed your forehead softly, before pulling you along to get the others home. (My daughter; Mommy)
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Your father was raging inside Mo‘ats tent for what felt like hours, your mate had been thrown into one of the prison cells that were located in the far back of High Camp, they were rarely used as the Omaticaya normally didn’t take prisoners. You weren’t allowed to go near Quaritch, your father was very clear about that, you’ve never seen him with that much agony in his eyes.
You were sitting motionless on a rock outside of your grandmothers tent, listening to your father shout about how he wouldn’t let you near that demon, how he would never allow him to touch his little girl. Your grandmother on the other side interpreted Eywas will - she was Tsahìk after all - and told your dad that it was sealed and there was no way out of this bound. You didn’t know what to think at all.
You were devastated on one hand, how could you even think of this kxitx bringing demon as your mate. But your body was betraying your mind, even the hours since your father pulled him off of you made you yearn for his closeness again. You felt ashamed of these thoughts, but there was nothing you could do. You couldn’t change this anyway, you would never try to disrespect Eywas plan. (Death)
Your thoughts were interrupted by your father nearly ripping off the fabric that was used as a door on your grandmothers tent. His furious eyes met your glossy ones and they immediately softened. He sighed, closing his eyes for a second and pinching his nose before making his way towards you. Without saying anything he pulled you into his arms, holding you close and without meaning to, you let a few tears spill over. „It’s going to be alright babygirl“, he hummed and stroked your hair, „come on, let’s get you home for now.“
You couldn’t sleep eventhough you were completely exhausted after this hell of a day. Your family was fast asleep, dinner had been kind of awkward but everyone tried to cheer you up making you feel better about it all. They didn’t treat you like an outcast, that seemed like win. But noone really breeched the topic that was on every mind in the room - the big, dangerous man a few hundred meters away.
You sighed silently, sitting up and looking at the stars you could see from where you were. Your body needed to be close to your mate, it had been so many hours already and your chest felt tighter by the second. Your eyes wandered over to your peacefully sleeping dad, quietly apologizing for doing what you were about to do.
You snuck out, careful not to step on anyone’s tails and wake them. That would surely rile up everyone’s emotions again. High camp was silent at night, a few warriors standing guard and they didn’t pay you any mind. Why should they? Only a few knew about what happened. Your guilt disappeared with every step, your body anticipating the closeness of your mate. You would deal with the consequences later.
But they came quicker than you thought, your grandmothers voice cutting you off. „Come here child“, she didn’t speak particularly loud, but it felt like she cut through you, making you for rigid and immediately obeying and entering her tent. „Grandmother“, you greeted her looking up through your eyelashes. „You’re going to see him“, she stated looking at you with a small smile.
„I…I’m sorry, please don’t tell dad, I’ll go back I promise“, you really didn’t want your father to know you were about to betray him like that. At least you felt like you were. „Nah, don’t be silly. I told your father you needed the touch of your vitra muntxa soon, but he wouldn’t listen“, she rolled her eyes, but then she got serious, pulling you close by your elbows.
„I know you feel guilty my child, but know this: Eywas Plan always works out and it is an honor, a rarerity to be granted with vitra muntxa“, she was strict about this, you could see it in her eyes. „He may be the sky demon that doomed us once, but that was in a different life, in the past. This is Eywas way to protect us, he can’t put a name on it, but he would never do anything to hurt you, do you hear me? Having this demon on our side, Eywa gave us a gift“, she was convinced of this, making you feel a little less guilty about it all.
„Will it ever be alright?“, you whispered, unsure of what the future would hold if this was your path. „It will“, she gave you an encouraging smile, a rare thing. „And now go, your mate needs you“, she ushered you out of her tent, and you were wondering what exactly she meant. Shaking of the confusion, you continued on your way to the back of the camp.
To get to the cell, you had to walk through a short stripe of forest, this section of the camp was completely isolated. You could see his cell was guarded by Tahset. Shuddering you remembered how he tried to come on to you during the last feast, and you had to physically push him off, breaking his nose in the process. Maybe you could use this to blackmail him into leaving you alone with Quaritch.
„Tahset!“, you called out for the young soldier, making him turn in your direction ready to strike. „Mawey, it’s only me“, you held your hands up in peace, his weapons lowering. „You should not be here“, he looked at you with a stern expression on his face. „And you shouldn’t touch the Olo’eyktans daughter if she doesn‘t want you to, but here we are“, you could here a low growl come from the cell behind the Na‘vi warrior, the effect it had on you instantaneously.
You pushed that aside though and concentrated on getting the guard to leave. „If you give me a few hours alone with the prisoner, I won’t tell my dad what you did“, you smirked at the way his eyes widened in fear. „Please don’t tell him“, he frantically looked behind you as if the Olo’eyktan would emerge from the forest. „Then leave“, you pointed behind you and reluctantly he stepped away, disappearing into the forest. Coward.
„What are you doing princess?“, the voice from inside the cell got your attention, you could see his face in the dark cell, his yellow eyes roaming your body. You chose not to answer, picking up the key from the hook on the wall and letting yourself in, before closing the door behind you, so that it wouldn’t be noticeable from outside. You put the key on the spike that was growing from a plant on the wall and took a deep breath, before turning around.
His eyes were already on you, he was sitting on the stone floor, his broad back leaning against the back of the cell, one leg bend and the other stretched out before him. Eywa, you had to admit he was incredibly attractive, the muscles on his arms bulging when he shifted under your gaze and he had to be at least two heads taller than you. Your tweng grew slightly moist, your body’s natural response to your mate out of your control.
Quaritch on the other hand felt like he was burning up, since he had been thrown in here hours ago, he could only think of you. He didn’t know what was happening to him, nobody talked to him and it didn’t matter anyway, he could just think abut breeding you. He wasn’t unfamiliar with sex, he had been a seasoned army official after all, but this type of need and longing, not only on a physical but emotional level left him dumbfounded.
He watched as you took in his form, the urge to touch you unbearable, but he didn’t want to scare you off. He was relieved you even came to see him. „What did you say about that bastard touching you?“, his mind was running wild with the need to protect you when he remembered how you blackmailed the guard to leave. A small smile made its way onto your face, and his heart skipped a beat, god you were pretty.
„No need to worry“, you were still standing, unsure how to proceed, „My name is (Y/N).“ „Pretty name“, he smirked slightly, his canines poking through, but his posture still rigid, „Miles Quaritch, but you probably know that.“ Oh yeah, you knew that. „Why do I feel like this?“, a few beads of sweat were running down his forehead and his fists were clenched tightly, making you frown. This wasn’t normal. „Mhm“, you hummed, kneeling down at the end of his outstretched foot. „We are vitra muntxa“, you explained, your hand resting on your knees, „that means soulmates.“
Soulmates? His first reaction was to scoff and tell you what kind of bullshit that was. But you looked at him with those big innocent eyes, and the way his heart sped up made him think that that could be a reasonable explanation as to why he killed part of his team for you. Not that he cared, you were safe. That would also explain why he was so fucking horny for you, eventhough the intensity still astonished him.
„Eywa hasn’t granted anyone the honor of having one in a long time“, you continued, „this is why you reacted so violently to me being hurt.“ You were still wondering why he seemed so strained, but then your eye fell onto the bulge in his pants and you blushed slightly. „Is that why I wanna fuck your sweet little pussy so bad?“, his vulgar language made you blush even more, but it also made the slick between your legs grow.
„Partly“, you told him, feeling his eyes on your body made you nervous. Then it clicked. He was older than you, and the vitra muntxa almost always led to intense emotions and physical reactions. You were young, but even you had gone through a few heat cycles already, every few months the body of a Na’vi would enter a heat or a rut. And because his body was more mature and he hadn’t had his first rut yet, the intense response of his body to finding his mate must have pushed him into his first one.
„You have your first rut“, your eyes met his in wonder and you felt bad, seeing how hard he restrained himself from obviously pouncing on you. „What, like a dog?“, he sneered and when you crawled closer, putting your hand on his forehead that changed into a groan. „Sweetheart if you don’t want me to spread those pretty long legs I suggest you don’t touch me right now“, his voice was rough and his eyes screwed shut.
You felt bad for him, he was burning up and he was obviously in pain. Your instincts were telling you to help your mate and if you were honest, you were yearning for him to touch you by now. Your family, your responsibilities, his past, all was forgotten in that moment. „Let me help you“, you whispered softly, swinging one leg over his and sitting on his thighs. He immediately moaned at the feeling of having you so close, his big hands flying to your waist, holding you tight.
„I don’t think I can control myself“, he pressed out between his teeth, but you were already pulling his shirt over his head, his arms lifting as if they had a life of their own. Your hand were running over his abs, his muscular pecs twitching under your soft touch. You were ignoring his warning, your hand fiddling with the unfamiliar clasp of his belt, but right as you open it, he snatched your hands in his steel grip.
By god, the young Na‘vi girl sitting on top of his thighs was going to be the death of him. His cock was rock hard, ready to slip into your tight little pussy, but he was sure you had never done this before and he didn’t want to hurt you. But when your small fingers opened his belt, he had to pull the brake or he would have just bent you over.
„If you touch me now, I’ll just shove it right in baby“, he groaned and shifted you two so you were laying on your back, his tall form perched between your thighs, the sight making the wet spot on your loincloth grow. „Let me prep you sweet girl, don’t wanna hurt you“, he hummed, impatiently ripping the cloth hiding your private parts. Your tits bounced slightly when he pulled of your top, making him groan.
When his eyes fell upon your clenching and slick hole, he couldn’t help but grind himself on the floor beneath him, the thought of fucking you driving him crazy. He could feel your hands bury themselves in his short hair, and when he looked up at you he saw your slightly desperate face. God you were so innocent and naive, he couldn’t wait to ruin you. „Please“, you whined and the sound went straight to his groin.
Without further delay his mouth was where you needed it most, his hands gripping your thighs tightly and holding you to him. Eywa, this had to be heaven, his big tongue circling your clit relentlessly and slipping down into your entrance every so often. You were never intimate with anyone before, but you doubted it would have been this good.
He was overwhelmed by your scent, his new senses being able to pick up so much more. The taste of your slick on his tongue made his eyes almost roll to the back of his head, he knew he would never get tired of eating this pussy, especially when he started to suck on your clit and the highpitched moans leaving your mouth made his possessive nature break through. He was a possessive man before he died, but with such a pretty young thing at his mercy, all to himself he was nearly going crazy with the need to claim you.
You felt his thick fingers prodding your entrance and the feeling of two of them slipping inside made you feel so full, that you were worried about his length fitting inside of you. „M-miles“, you whined, your high rapidly approaching and the male between your legs curled his fingers into the spongey spot inside you with ever thrust of his hand. „That’s it baby, this pussy is mine“, he groaned, „say it!“ „It’s yours! Please it’s yours, just let me…I need-“, you cut yourself off with a gasp when he sped up his fingers, the sucking on your clit getting even rougher.
„Cum for me baby, cum all over my tongue“, he growled lowly, his teeth slightly grazing your clit and that gave you the rest, the coil in your abdomen snapping and you trapped his head between your thighs with the force of your orgasm. Your tight walls clenched around his fingers and you moaned so loud, the rational part of you was scared someone would hear you. He fucked you all through your orgasm lapping up everything you got, but when you were whining from overstimulation, he wouldn’t let up.
His tongue drawing lazy circles around your clit, the pleasure from it all just too much and you tried to push his big head away from your twitching core. „No no, I need you to be all ready and satisfied to take my cock, so give me another one“, he was fully in his element, the way you were laying under him, writhing from the pleasure he gave you made him nearly cum in his pants. „Be a good girl will ya“, he growled against your abused cunt, the vibrations riling you up quickly.
„Yes, yes I’ll be your good girl“, you whimpered, hooded eyes watching as he gently started sucking on your clit again while he added a third finger. The picture of this big, bad soldier between your legs was never leaving your mind, your primal urges begging for his seed to fill your womb and - more than anything - to make tsaheylu.
The rough skin on his fingers was stimulating that one spot inside of your slick pussy, and the continuously stronger growing suction on your clit, made another, more intense, high approach quickly. „You’re already gonna cum again? God, I knew you were my perfect little mate“, he moaned, and when he called you his mate, your orgasm washed over you with a force that made your vision go white for a second. „Miles!“, you basically screamed his name, cumming all over his tongue and his grip on your thighs tightened even more. Eywa, it felt so good laying in his possessive arms while cumming on his tongue.
When you started to come down from your orgasm, he finally pulled away from you, taking his soaked fingers into his mouth and licking them clean. „You taste so good baby“, he grinned, his canines showing and your stomach tightening at the thought of what was to come, when he shuffled upwards, kneeling between your spread legs. „Ready to take my cock sweetheart?“, his pupils were blown, and you could see his rut was in full force.
Quaritch looked down at you, eyes hooded and all satisfied, your glistening pussy clenching around nothing and basically begging for him to fill it. Fuck, he couldn’t think of anything other than fucking you full of his cum, the thought of your small quivering form laying under him and cumming had him pulling his pants off in record time. Your eyes grew wide when his length was freed, slapping against his taunt stomach and he was proud of the way you tried to rub your thighs together for friction.
He leaned down, his biceps caging in your head and his cock sliding between your folds, mixing his precum with your slick. Before he could say anything else, he was caught off guard by your lips on his. He immediately reciprocated, kissing you passionately with a groan and the feeling of you pressed against his body drove him to the edge of insanity. Without much resistance his head slipped past your entrance making the breath hitch in your throat. He pulled away from your lips, using all his selfcontrol not to shove his dick all the way inside.
„Fuck you’re tight“, he groaned and slowly slipped more of his length inside, until he bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against your ass and he noticed his tail had wrapped around your thigh. „Miles“, you whispered underneath him, grabbing onto his shoulders for support and he hooked your legs around his slim waist. This had to be heaven, he was convinced that your pussy was the purpose of his life from now on.
You felt so full with his big cock inside you, and you felt so close to your mate. You didn’t care what the others thought, you just wanted him. Without thinking you pulled your queue out from behind you, the man on top of you - and inside of you - looking confused. „When we mate“, you explained breathlessly, a slight shift in his hips making his head hit your cervix, „we make tsaheylu. We connect our queues.“
Miles wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but he wanted to please you and so he pulled his own queue from behind him. He mirrored you, holding the end of it up just like you and watching with curiosity how you brought yours closer to his until the tendrils became one. And then it him, the overwhelming feeling spreading all over his blue body, he could feel everything. He could feel the way you felt, he could feel how much you wanted him. The need to breed you became overbearing, his hips starting to move on their own accord and you let your connected braids fall to the ground in favor of holding onto him.
„Pretty girl I can’t hold back no more“, he groaned in your ear making it twitch, his thrust strained and careful and you thought it was sweet that he didn’t want to hurt you. „Then don’t, please I need you ma mate“, you moaned and though you were still slightly delirious from tsaheylu, you could feel something snap inside of him and he mounted you more securely before pounding into you.
His thick head forced its way into what felt like deeper and deeper inside of you, the pleasure of your mate breeding you like this overwhelming you. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in and when he adjusted his angle, his head caught that spongey spot inside of you with every powerful thrust inside of you. „Gonna cum deep inside of this tight pussy, make sure no one can take you from me“, he groaned, his forehead coming to rest on yours while he continued fucking you closer to your orgasm.
You tightened at his words making him chuckle slightly. „Would you like that? My cum dripping out of that sweet cunt, everyone knowing you’re mine?“, he possessively gripped your ass in his hand, the other still holding him up. „Yes, yes please fill me up, I’m all yours“, you whined, his veiny cock battering your insides and a mix of his precum and your slick drenching you two. You were so close, the coil in your stomach tightening and when he reached down to toy with your clit, it snapped violently.
He moaned with you, feeling your pleasure through that weird connection you made and it pushed him over the edge too. He thrusted a couple more times before forcing his cock as far into you as it would go, spilling all he’s got into his little mate. The way you were still clenching and moaning around him, sucking his cum in, made him release a guttural growl, lowering himself onto you completely, careful not to crush you though.
You were completely exhausted, still full with your mates cock and filled to he brim with his seed. His muscles were pressed against you and a feeling of security came over you, the male above you feeling it to, due to tsaheylu. Both of you were still panting and he had his face buried in your neck, but your mouth acted faster than your brain. „I see you“, you whispered, shocked by your boldness. You knew he was physically attracted to you, but what you said was the equivalent to the human ‚I love you‘ and you weren’t sure if the battlescarred soldier on top of you would return your feelings just yet. If he even knew what the sentence you told him meant.
Quaritch on the other hand knew exactly what you had just said. He was on a different side of the war in the past, but he still knew some things about Na‘vi culture, an annoying Grace being the reason. He pulled away from your neck, sitting up slowly and pulling you with him, his dick never leaving the comfort of your soft walls. When he was seated with you on top of him - you were slightly whimpering because of the overstimulation from moving around - he softly took your face in one hand while the other held you close by your waist. He could honestly say that he returned your feelings, you became the most important thing in his lives over the last hours. Since he first locked eyes with you back in the forest he knew he could never live without you.
„I see you“, he smiled genuinely, your heart skipping a beat and a smile spreading over your face. Eventhough you knew your future was uncertain and the odds were against you, you were sure everything would be alright in that moment. Eywa had your back after all.
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That man just does sth to me, sue me if you want ahaha, anyway hope you liked it, would love to get some feedback for this morally wrong character pair <3
Tag: @eywas-heir
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positivelyholland · 2 years
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marc / steven / jake x daughter!reader whos dating peter parker aka spiderman in secret 😳 and they caught you on a hot moment… i think jake would straight go for peters head
yah jake would have no mercy... marc would also beat the shit out of peter but he would at least give him a head start, and steven would just go into protective dad mode and would try to be initmidating but he's secretly happy that his daughter found someone that makes her happy but if he finds out that someone broke his daughter's heart, he would definitely beat peter up too. i do think marc would be the one who warms up to the idea that his daughter has a boyfriend the quickest, but i don't know really
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welovelouisandbucky · 2 years
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Just a thought hear me out
What if the reader is a single teenparent and they just moved in right across where Steven/Marc/Jake lives but they don't know obviously, but one day when Steven returned from wherever he was and a saw a happy child running towards him and Steven with a v is full on in aww at the little child and gets on knees and picks the child up in his arms when the kid asks him to but then reader comes running to catch her child and she sees her child with him and gets all teary eye cause this is how she imagined how her child and father would look together and Steven gets all anxious and all cause he thinks she might be thinking he's trying to kidnap her kid but then he notices how young the reader and asks her and they have convo then Steven and reader quickly becomes close (platonically ofc) and then reader meets Marc and maybe Jake too one day when something bad happens like the kid gets kidnapped and Jake & Marc gets in full protective mode finds the kid and somehow Khonsu gets attached too to little kid and he helps them to find her/him and rescue kid and takes them back to the reader who is crying all the time when she sees the her child she immediately takes her child into her arms and hugs them tightly 🥺🥺 and all three them there be like🥺🥺🥺 soft
OKAY HERE IS THE LINK OF THE PROLOGUE
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