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Middle of the Night - Short
Marc Spector x Jake Lockley x Steven Grant x Reader
Every time someone woke up in the middle of the night, it was always due to a nightmare.
And no matter how many times you tried to calm them, their fear consumed them.
Usually, it was Marc who woke up with a start, then Steven would come out, without any clue of what happened and go back to sleep.
But there were days, the bad ones when it was Jake who looked at you in the dark, you just sat there in silence. You didn't dare to move or touch them unless one of them told you that it would be okay.
Steven was often confused but you never told him the truth. You figured he came to the front because he wouldn't know.
"What happened, Darling?" Steven would ask.
"I woke you up because I moved, sorry." you lied as you smiled at him.
"No need to be sorry." he said before embracing you and going back to sleep.
Jake was often very disoriented for a couple of seconds before he collected himself and finally told you to go back to sleep.
"We are good, Mi Amor."
"I know but I still want to be sure." you said as you ran your hand down his cheek, making sure he was okay before moving down on the bed and embracing him. His arms squeezed you.
They often woke up, but every time they did, you were always there to calm them. To give them hugs and kisses and cuddles. To give them reassuring words and space when they needed it the most.
Marc was rather reserved during these times. He felt bad for waking you. His memories consumed him so greatly that he lost all sense for a split second. He knew he would never hurt you.
He loved you too much.
But even when he woke up crying and in pain, you were quick to jump into action and embrace him. No words were needed.
In the morning, you would be the first one to wake up.
You headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Toast and eggs always worked with all of your boys, no matter who woke up.
And soon, just as usual, you had a pair of strong arms wrapping themselves around you.
"Good morning," the voice came as he started to place kisses on your shoulder, moving you so he could reach your neck.
You smiled, because you knew that no matter just how bad of a nightmare they had the night before, in the mornings everything will make up for it.
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mdni 18+ only
everyday i wake up
(this is a oscar isaac character home)
welcome to my moonknight headcanons (also, yes i'm always down to elaborate or discuss)
Steven Grant, my sweet boy:
steven is actually working on skills in the bedroom. he's 100% branching out thanks to you. he's an eager and ready to learn student.
he's not entirely inexperienced but he's just so deeply obsessed with you. the way your clothes just always looks so good on your. hugging your curves and always bringing out your eyes. he may be biased but he thinks you're easily the most perfect woman in the whole world.
and the way you moan for him is just as perfect of course. steven 100% prefers to be face to face with you when it comes to sex. he has to see your face when he does anything.
and he's obsessed with how vocal you can get. when he's eating you out (honestly his favorite most of the time). the way your hands play with his hair as he'll lick and lap at your pretty clit.
"oh good steven. you're so good. such a good boy." and he's like putty. you cannot tell me that this man doesn't have a praise kink. bless his heart. he just wants to make you so happy. the way he flicks your clit with his tongue with hooded eyes because he's lowkey playing with himself with one hand while one dances at your entrance.
"steven. i need your fingers. please?" and he's just ready to please as he plunges his fingers in you. hair starting to become wet with sweat as an idea bubbles in his head. inserting two fingers into before removing his mouth.
"you have the prettiest cunt, love. it's so delicious and warm. i can't wait to put my dick in here." he tries. and he damn near cums his pants watching your eyes roll as you let out the most earth shattering moan. his eyes widen as he abandons your pussy all together. he didn't expect that.
"oh? do you like it when i talk like this? that's awfully naughty of you darling..." you're beginning to squirm as you wrap your legs around his torso. "steven just fuck me now please! you whine as you reach to take hold of his face to kiss him. and with that he's back to being a whiney mess at your words.
"fuck alright love."
Marc Spector: Resident dom (fight me. fight me rn)
absolutely dom. only a handful of times have you ever had any control. and that's fine because he 100% knows what he's doing obviously. he's gifted in the eating and bossing department.
he's got you on your knees in front of him just ramming the fuck out of your face and relishing in the gurgles and choking sounds your mouth is making. one hand in your hair and the other on the back of your head.
"oh what a good girl you are. good fucking girl. hey, relax your throat more. there you go little slut. swallow around my dick." he's tapping the side of your face before pulling your face off his dick. "you alright sweet girl?" he asked as he checks your face. he's revels in how ruined your makeup is as you nod at him, you're the one eager to please him now. he smiles almost darkly at you before grabbing you by your neck.
"good. because i didn't forget what a fucking brat you were today." he states as he drags you over to the bed, pushing you on it. "you have five seconds to strip. whatever's left on is getting ripped." he sighs taking his pants off. "you know i love you, but the way you acted today...i should have bent you over right there." he states as you assume the face down ass up position. reaching over to grab your face before
"remember i don't like brats. that shit may fly with Steven but never me. and i know Jake doesn't tolerate it either. so do me a favor. act like your brain actually fucking works." he warns as he lets go of your face. sitting up fully before beginning to pound your shit.
"let me enjoy this, don't make a sound. you make a sound and that's one more orgasm i'm giving you."
Jack Lockley: Hard dom.
(thank god this dude got minimal screentime bc idk how to act)
as aforementioned he's got a 0 brat tolerance. absolutely don't give this man attitude. he won't hesitate to smack your mouth a little or grab you by your face harshly before whispering to behave with a stone hard face.
he also will never hesitate to find a secluded area to fuck you hard in. he's fucked you against the window of both yours and his place for sure. no balcony is safe honestly. he loves to leave so many marks for the other two guys to find. he also has a safe word because when i say he gets rough i mean it.
he's choked you so hard he's made you pass out a hand full of times. then he'll patiently wait for you to wake up before continuing on while you whine and complain wondering why he stopped. muttering about how you're such a whore who only thinks about his dick.
he's giving your face a smack when he detects a little attitude. talking about "what was that? did you wanna say something little girl?!" and making you repeat yourself.
"your brain is fucking gone huh pretty girl? is that why you're talking to me like this?! i know i've fucked you out but talk to me like that again and i promise you that you can watch while i take care of myself." he literally growls as he grabs your hair and brings your head up so his hot breath hits your ear.
"because next time, i won't be nice and let you cum for the rest of the week." he says while releasing you.
(a/n please tell me this is a safe place for my moonlight slut thoughts please please please)
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WAIT HOLD ON
THERE'S TWO NEW FISHES WITH TWO FINS AS WELL
SO, LIKE,, DID JAKE BOUGHT BOTH MARC AND STEVEN A FISH? 😭
and oh my god I wonder if Jake took control one time then just found the fish floating, not making any movement and jake just
face palms
BUT THEN IMAGINE JAKE GOING TO THE PET SHOP DEMANDING TWO FISHES WITH TWO FINS HELP—
Jake: Look, lady. D'you have those goldfish with two fins? A pair of them? I need em quick.
The woman in the pet shop confused as fuck cause hadn't he just been here two times a week ago????: No? Sir, you've been here before demanding I give you a fish with one fin, now you want two with two fins?
Jake: Oh, well, yeah I want two. Just a little peace offering s'all.
CURRENTLY DYING RN
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Worthy Distraction (Marc Spector x reader)
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A/N: I just wanted to write some Marc Spector fluff to calm my brain. Also Marc Spector’s unruly curls are the love of my fucking life ugh
Word Count: 913 words
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Marc groans again, running his hand through his curls. This was the fifth or sixth time he had run his hands through his curls in pure frustration as they flopped hopelessly down onto his face.
You glare at him, the action of him constantly running his hands through his hair has been a worthy distraction, pulling you away from the work that you were doing and sending you staring straight at your best friend.
His handsome face was contorted into a look of concentration, eyebrows pulled down low and his mouth set into a magnificent frown that made him extra adorable. He was hunching over the book he was reading, finger skimming over the words as he gripped the pencil he was holding with determination.
You had invited him to the library so that you could spend some time with him as well as get your thesis done. The table that the both of you were using had snacks, papers, cups of coffee and books scattered all over it and you were sitting across from him.
The reality with this whole situation was that you were in love with Marc. You knew a little about his past and you knew about Steven and Jake, but even so, you had found every reason to still let yourself fall in love with him. He trusted you and when he began to open up, you felt him being vulnerable to you and that opened a whole new can of beans in your head.
Besides, you couldn’t deny that your best friend had a face worthy of the gods. He was hot and all you wanted to do was to kiss his nose and the frown line between his eyebrows.
He raised his hand up to his hair again and you stood up in frustration, slamming your hands down onto the table, scaring him and making him jump out of his seat.
“WHAT?!” he whisper-shouted, staring at you.
“Stop doing whatever you’re doing, it’s distracting me!” you whisper-shouted back, pointing at his hair. “You and your stupid hair, it’s just so…”
Your trail of, as Marc blinks up at you, a boyish smile gracing his face.
“What are you smiling at?” You questioned, folding your arms across your chest.
“At the fact that you’re looking at me instead of doing your work?” He answered, the smile somehow turning smug.
“That’s- That’s the whole point Marc, you’re really just distracting! Why can’t you stop fidgeting?” you said, groaning and rubbing your face with your hands.
“I can’t help it, my hair is too long and Steven won’t let me cut our hair.” he muttered, doing it again as his curls flopped back down onto his forehead.
“Well, think of something!” you warned giving him a stern look.
“You have to stop being so mean to me, you know? Or, I swear to god…” he trailed off, closing his book.
“You swear to god what, huh?” you push, putting your hands on your hips.
Marc stood up and walked to where you were standing, tipping his chin down slightly to look at you, making your breath hitch slightly and your glare wavered for a second. He was too close. You could see every detail on his face from this angle, every curve, every stubble and every inch of skin that you’d want your lips on. His lashes were long and his eyebags were prominent but it only made him look more beautiful and rugged. One of his hands cradled your face and the other reached out to tuck a stray piece of hair that curved down from your head.
“As if touching his own hair wasn’t enough, now he’s touching mine.” you thought as you gazed into his eyes.
“I swear to god, I will fall in love with you.” he breathed.
Your eyes widened and your gaze dropped to his lips, wondering if the both of you had the same thoughts. Your theory had been proven correct when Marc took a single step closer and let his lips fall onto yours, tilting his head slightly so that his nose didn’t bump yours. He kissed your lips softly and unhurriedly, ensuring you that he’d give you all the time in this world.
The both of you pull away slowly and you bite your lip and watch Marc from under your lashes. He was smiling, a light pink tinge covering the bridge of his nose, making him look so kiss-drunk.
“Damn Marc,” you said, a little lost for words.
“I had to do it, you just look so fuckin’ hot when you’re frustrated.” he chuckled, kissing your cheek.
You laugh softly, kissing his forehead, his nose and then his lips for one final assurance.
“Wait, let me fix your hair.” you mutter, curling a finger under his chin and tipping it up so that you can adjust the mane on his head.
You pulled out a few pins from your own hair and flattened his curls, pinning them in place before holding out your phone for him to see. Marc grins at your masterpiece and you hold out your hand for him to take, leading him back to the bench and tucking his hand and your hand into your hoodie pocket while you get back to work.
Marc fell asleep after a while, his arms around you and his face slotted into your neck, the soft whoosh of his breath on your skin providing you solace as you typed away.
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Safe word
Warnings: kinda NSFW, somnophilia, use of the safe word, mentions of anxiety and bondage.
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Training an assassin isn't easy, but training a group of kids to be assassins, to easy for a group of adults, specially considering the strength advantage.
When you got out of duty from being an assassin, ran away obviously, you didn't exactly follow you fellow's, Natasha Romanoff, steps, but rather kept a low profile, yes, using your skills for the sake of the people, bit in a much more secret and anonymous way.
Less secret now that you'll help your boyfriend (or boyfriends?), moon knight.
The sun made your skin look like pure gold, the sheets tangled around your waist and legs, your hair obviously a mess, but to Marc Spector you couldn't look more beautiful than right now.
It was a thing for both of you to wake the other up this way, it was something both of you really enjoyed, specially when it was really out of the blue, not for special occasions or anything like that.
You stirred a little on your sleep. The morning smelt great today for some reason. You slowly opened your eyes and blinked a few times, that's when you felt something off.
You looked up and noticed both of your hands tied right above your head, no one else was there.
You tried putting your fingers between the rope to try to find a weak spot to pull but failed, desperate you tried pulling a few times but nothing happened. That's when your eye caught the sight of something else in the room.
You quickly turned to look at him, your chest rising up and down, not something you were really controlling right now.
- "awwww, look at the poor y/n"
I pulled the rope one more time, I really didn't want to say it, I didn't want to seem weak, and if this is Marc's kink, why's he doing it without asking me first?!
He got on the bed, crawling on top of me, grabbing my cheeks with one hand and squeezing them.
- "look at the poor y/n, so vulnerable like this"
I couldn't take it anymore, the flashbacks running through my head, mostly after the cheek squeeze. I just couldn't.
- "Marc..." it came out barely as a whisper, as tears started to scape from my eyes. "Red, red, red" I said tiredly.
Marc's eyes went wide and his hands ran to untie mine.
I just fell into his embrace, crying my eyes out, the whole thing just made me think of so many things I just wanted to forget about entirely.
He stayed quiet, just holding me until I broke the hug, his hand going to my face immediately, making soothing movements.
I leaned into the palm of his hand, looking at him directly into his eyes.
- "I'm sorry", he whispered.
I blinked a few times.
- "I should've ask before doing something like this"
- "I'm kinda hungry"
He chuckled.
- "do you forgive me?"
- "if you make me breakfast, and promise to ask before doing anything like that, I forgive you"
- "I promise", he planted a kiss on my forehead, then putting them together, we stayed like that for a couple of seconds. I look up at him, and he did the same.
- "right, the breakfast", he said getting up, I laughed and quickly followed him.
The end:)
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Reach for the Moon | I. The Breaking
PAIRINGS: (Slow Burn, Romantic) Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, (Platonic) Steven Grant x Southeast Asian!Fem Reader, (Unrequited) Marc Spector x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, no use of Y/N, no physical description of the reader
WARNINGS: Unrequited love (Reader is in love with Marc, Marc is oblivious but means well), first love and heartbreak, Reader knows limited Spanish, italics in dialogue indicates Reader and her parents speaking a foreign language (unspecified), mentions of divorce and a brief mention of the military
WORD COUNT: 7.5k
SERIES SUMMARY: Inspired by the 1954 film & 1995 remake of Sabrina, No Moon Knight AU.
To heal your broken heart from your unrequited crush on Marc Spector, your family sends you to Singapore to help establish your cousin’s bakery. You return to New York two years later as a more confident woman, but you find yourself picking up the pieces of your broken heart (again) after seeing Marc still holding onto his first love. Sensing the pain and heartbreak between you and Marc, Jake steps in as a white knight to create distance to help both of you heal, but he was never supposed to fall in love with you.
Author's Note: Many thanks to @soft-girl-musings, @v4mpires0ap, @callingmrsbarnes for supporting me with this fic. It's been a long time coming 🤍 Special thanks to @flightlessangelwings for your guidance and advice on making writing more inclusive! Today is my birthday, and I wanted to share this to my dear friends who never gave up on me when I gave up on writing.
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THE BREAKING
You remembered your last night in New York— it was near the end of summer when you were set to leave to help your cousin establish her bakery in Singapore. While your friends and family were excited for your new adventure abroad, you had run away, letting your feet guide you to an all too familiar apartment building before you collapsed on the steps. Your heart was filled with dread, splintering into two like an old tree bending to the howling winds of sorrow and heartbreak.
How foolish you were, you thought to yourself as you sobbed on the steps, your face buried in your hands as the tears continued to pour out of you. Your heart held no contempt for your cousin or the beautiful country of Singapore; you loved your cousin dearly and always wanted to visit her there, but living in Singapore for two years would mean leaving him behind.
Marc Spector, the man you loved for so many years. The man who didn’t even know you existed, the man who didn’t love you back.
He was beautiful, handsome. Dark brown eyes and curly black hair, strong brows and the whisper of a five o’clock shadow kissing his jaw and cheeks. A smooth voice with a bit of a drawl that you found comforting and uniquely Marc. Broad, wide shoulders and sun-kissed tan skin, it did not take long for you to fall in love with him.
Like scenes from an old film, you replayed your cherished memories of him in your mind. His nose scrunching when laughing at one of your jokes, his proud smile when you showed him your college degree, his gentle lips on your forehead as he comforted you after a rough night.
As much as you love him, shards of guilt tore through you. Deep down, you knew he was still reeling from his divorce, and that he still harbored feelings for his ex-wife. A few nights after the two of you had too much to drink, Marc would recount the memories he shared with her that were near and dear to his heart. Each time he mentioned her name, daggers were impaled through you. How could you let yourself fall for someone who only saw you as a friend and still had feelings for their first love?
You had set yourself for heartbreak, and you had no one to blame but yourself as you tried to pick up the pieces and forget your feelings for him. Perhaps living in Singapore for two years would be for the best. You would make yourself forget about him and the distance would ease the pain and remedy the inevitable heartbreak that was soon to follow.
Before you could draft a plan, a pair of dark boots appeared in front of you, followed by the sound of a familiar voice calling your name in concern.
Your heart skipped a beat.
“What are you doing out here so late? What’s wrong?”
You pulled the sleeves of your shirt over your wrists as you hastily wiped your tears, using your sleeves as a makeshift tissue. “I’m fine, Jake. I just got lost in my head, please do not worry about me.”
Your lips quivered and your voice trembled as soon as you spoke, a sob threatening to escape from your throat as another wave of tears pricked the corners of your eyes. How silly of you to fall apart on the steps outside of his apartment building- have you no shame?
To your surprise, a thin cloth was offered to you, pulling you out of your thoughts before you could spiral into self-degradation and pity. Hesitantly, you looked up at him to find his brown eyes softening in empathy. When you didn’t accept the kerchief right away, he gently gestured it towards you again, urging you to take it.
With a quiet thank you, you accepted it, dabbing your eyes and steadying your breathing as you heard him take a seat on the steps beside you.
“Did someone hurt you?”
You shook your head, but kept your gaze fixed on the cloth in your hands. Even though Marc and Jake shared the same face, Jake was different. You couldn’t bear to look at him— one look, and he would see right through you.
Instead of answering him, you observed the scene in front of you. Across the street, two lovers exchanged sweet words and loving promises. Down the sidewalk, children screamed as they chased each other down the block. Cars, buses, and taxis drove by in a blur with only their flickering tail lights indicating their passing presence. You thought back to the nights you spent with Marc, your arm linked with his as he walked you home after you finished your night classes at the university. He would listen as you vented about the assignments your professors piled on you in the middle of midterms and other projects with similar deadlines.
“We’re proud of you, you know,” Marc said once you finished crossing the street. “Going to school to get your degree. I went straight into the Marines after high school and was discharged after …”
His voice trailed off, but you caught the stony expression on his face and the darkness that clouded his eyes. Your heart began to ache.
“I’m proud of you, too,” you nudged him lightly. “You’ve been through a lot, but you’re still here. I think that’s something worthy and important to celebrate.”
You grinned as you watched a smile form on his lips. How rare it was to see Marc smile, but how sweet it was to be the reason behind it.
After a moment, you answered him.
“I’m just sensitive, that’s all.”
The two of you sat in silence for a minute as you both listened to the bustling sounds of the city. That was the thing about Jake Lockley– his actions spoke louder than words, and him sitting here with you, letting you cry and stain his handkerchief with your eyeliner and mascara was enough to pull you out of your downward spiral.
“That may be true,” Jake hummed from beside you, “but it’s okay to be sensitive. It means that you care and feel things deeply.”
Perhaps a little too deeply, you mused as you folded his handkerchief. It was your parents’ idea for you to live in the Lion City for two years as a way for you to not only apply what you learned in college to the real world, but to keep you away from Marc.
“You need to forget about him. Pining after him will do you no good,” your father lectured one evening after Marc dropped you off at home. “He does nothing but bring you heartache.”
“He is a good man, Papa,” you reasoned.
Your mother sighed as she pulled you onto the couch to sit between her and your father. “We never said he was a bad person, my child. But we don’t want to see you heartbroken over him. You are young and have your whole life ahead of you to fall in love with someone else.”
Suppose they have a point, you reckoned. All your life, you fantasized about falling hopelessly in love with someone and that they would reciprocate your feelings in return, but life is not as colorful and sweet as the romantic novels you read.
“Have you ever fallen in love with someone you weren’t supposed to have feelings for?” You asked quietly.
Jake smiled softly, but you caught the pain in his voice as he spoke. “A long time ago, yes.”
You were not close friends with Jake, not to the same level as you were with Marc and Steven. With Jake, he was more private. Much like the cabbie that he was, it often felt like there was a window between the two of you. He was in the front seat, but you were in the back seat, only seeing rare glimpses of him through the window in between.
His brown eyes fell on yours, and he raised a curious, but amused, eyebrow at you. “What is it?”
“I’m sorry,” you apologized, your cheeks growing warm. “I don’t know you as well as I know Marc and Steven, so it’s a little strange for me to picture you as a man who was madly in love. You are always so quiet.”
To your surprise, Jake laughed, and you could not help but laugh along with him as you noticed how the corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed. It was not often you heard him laugh, but it was a delightful sound that you wanted to hear again.
“You’re a funny girl,” he chuckled, but you were not offended by his words. “But you do have a point. How about this? I’ll promise to show more of myself when you return from Singapore?”
You smiled at him as he extended his gloved hand to you. “I’d like that very much.”
His smile was kind in return as he shook your hand. Then, he stood, gently helping you up from where you were seated on the dusty steps.
“It’s getting late, conejita (little bunny), let me drive you home before your parents worry about you.”
You could not help but chuckle at the nickname he had given you as you followed him, barely catching the fond smile on his face as he helped you down the steps. Your tears had dried by then, your heart a little bit lighter while he guided you to his car.
Like a true gentleman, he opened the door for you, making sure you had your seatbelt on before heading to the other side. Inside, everything was uniquely Jake with the smell of leather and his cologne, the seats spacious and free of clutter. As he turned on the engine, the comforting melody of a Spanish love ballad played from the speakers, and you slowly closed your eyes.
The first few nights in Singapore were rough. You were miserable and heartbroken as you absentmindedly helped your aunt, uncle, and cousin clean up the new shop. Concerned as they were, they insisted that you rest, convinced you were exhausted from the jet lag and adjustment to the new time change. Of course, you should have known better that they would contact your parents. Not wanting to keep secrets, they told them about your unrequited crush on “a handsome boy back home,” and that you were heartbroken that he could not tell you goodbye.
The first few months, you wrote various letters to Steven. From tourist postcards to long handwritten letters, you poured your thoughts, feelings, and emotions into the letters, hoping that your best friend would offer you some solace and healing to your heartache.
I have never fallen in love so deeply, not even when I was a teenager. Isn’t it childish? My parents were worried, and now my aunt, uncle, and cousin fear I may not be helpful in establishing their bakery because of my “broken heart.” Growing up, I wanted to fall in love like in the movies, but I never expected it to be this painful and tragic. You would think that a smart girl like me would have fallen in love with someone else. Instead, I fell for a man who is still in love with his first love. I might as well be reaching for the moon.
It would take weeks, sometimes a couple months before your letter would reach him. You would anxiously check the mail each day, hoping for comfort from him. When you finally received his letter, you excused yourself to the kitchen where you sat with your face covered in flour, your apron already painted in various colors from testing different icings as you unfolded his letter.
You are still young, and you will find love again. The first love is always so painful, but do not fret, love. Have you forgotten? We already built rockets to reach the moon. It is a matter of finding the one that gravity pulls you to.
You cherished each letter you wrote him. Even in today’s digital age, you and Steven preferred pen, wrinkled papers, and postage stamps. You would collect the most colorful and vibrant postcards to send to Steven so he could add it to his collection, and you could not help but smile when he sent a picture of all your postcards taped to Gus’ fish tank. It felt a bit old-fashioned to wait months for a letter overseas, but more intimate as you shared stories and memories with each other.
The first few months were a bit painful, but as it turned into a year, your heart did not ache as much as when you left New York. Your cousin’s bakery took off during the first year, and soared to higher heights in the second with lines trailing out the door, but you were quick on your feet to bring out all the delectable treats and desserts that the city loved. One eventful night, your cousin brought you with her college friends to the local bar to celebrate, and you forgot that Marc broke your heart as you both sang to your favorite songs until your lungs ached and your throat ran dry.
You stumbled into the kitchen that night with your cousin, the two of you giggling as your aunt and uncle merely laughed at how affectionate the two of you were with each other. You quickly ran to your room to pull out a pen, your body filled with warmth as you sat at your bedroom window with your cousin’s cat curled at your feet.
Oh Steven, I haven’t felt this happy since leaving New York. I just got back from the karaoke bar with my cousin, and although I might be a little tipsy, I’ve learnt so many things here in Singapore. The night is young, but rich with dreams, wishes, and hope as I write underneath a full moon. Come what may, my heart will be open to new possibilities and adventures, for I am not the same person as I was yesterday. And before I forget, don’t tell my parents that I will be coming home a few weeks early; I want to surprise them, and I want to surprise you with how much I have grown. I would like to think I am not the same college girl who left with a broken heart, because I will return as a hopeful young woman who still dares to dream.
Before you knew it, you were packing your things and ready to return home. Your aunt, uncle, and cousin embraced you tightly with tearful smiles as they dropped you off at the airport, and soon, you were flying through the clouds. Your heart fluttered in excitement at seeing your family and friends again, and for once, you were not too worried about facing him again. You remained hopeful as you reminded yourself of how far you’ve come as you carried your dreams with you.
But perhaps you spoke too soon.
You called Steven a few nights before to plan for your arrival. Steven promised that he would pick you up at the JFK airport, but as you made it down the escalator, your heart nearly stopped. Waiting at the bottom was Marc Spector, holding up a sign with your name and a bouquet of flowers. His face is partially hidden by the shadow of his cap, but you could see the growing smile on his face as you approached.
“I know you were expecting Steven,” he explains as you stop in front of him, “but he remembered he can’t drive, so I offered to step in-”
Your heart swells as you take him in. It has been two years since you saw him last. You did not keep in touch with Marc as closely as you did with Steven, but seeing him hold a sign with flowers for you, you suddenly feel like that college girl again.
Before he could finish his sentence, you wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly.
“Thank you for coming for me,” you whisper. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”
Your heart skips a beat as he returns your embrace. With your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes. His arms are as strong as you remembered him, and the scent of his cologne brings you back to those nights he would pick you up after class to walk you home.
“It’s good to see you. We missed you.”
You ignore the sinking feeling in your chest as he pulls away. He looks down at you, and you could not help but smile at the warmth and softness in his brown eyes.
“I almost didn’t recognize you. You look different.”
“Different?”
Marc smiles softly. He smoothes a loose strand of your hair, and you pray in that moment that he did not feel the sudden heat rising to your cheeks from the contact.
“A good kind of different,” he answers, “you’re glowing.”
Butterflies flutter in your tummy at his words. It was true- you were a different woman now, and you were not the same college girl with an unrequited crush on her friend.
But in that moment, it seems all you could think about is his gentle smile. If you weren’t careful enough, you would slowly turn back into that lovesick girl.
Before you delve too deep into your thoughts, Marc smiles fondly at you again as he hands you the bouquet.
“Let me get your things, and then I can take you home.”
You smile at him as he gathers your belongings. As you follow him out of the terminal, your fingers absentmindedly trace the soft petals of the daffodils. They are a soft white and delicate between your fingertips, and you are already thinking about what vase to use and where to put it in your bedroom once you get home.
The ride home was quiet, and as much as you wanted to ask him about everything that you missed in the past two years, you were exhausted from your trip. It took some time, but Marc was able to persuade you to sleep, only lightly tapping your shoulder to wake you when he pulled up to your parents’ driveway. It was after dinner when you saw their silhouettes moving across the kitchen, and you could not wait to surprise them with your early arrival.
And surprised they were. Screams of joy and laughter echoed throughout the neighborhood as your family embraced you with overjoyed tears streaming down their cheeks. Much to your surprise, they were civil with Marc as he and your father helped bring your suitcases in, even offering that he could stay for some coffee before he politely declined. Whether he knew that your parents did not favor him as much compared to Steven, you didn’t know, but you were happy that he brought you home.
As he walks out the front door, you excuse yourself and call his name as you quickly follow after him.
“Thank you again for picking me up and taking me home,” you tell him as he turns around. “I wouldn’t have gotten here without you.”
He smiles softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he did so. “Anytime, I just want to make sure you get home safe.”
You smile shyly. This wasn’t the first time he brought you home, and it reminded you of the nights he would pick you up or walk you home after class. Just like old times.
Your mind was reeling, your heart soaring as you placed the bouquet of daffodils on your desk. Despite your parent’s disapproval (and much to your dismay, too), all the feelings you thought you moved on from Marc quickly resurfaced after seeing him again. You did your best to not think about him too much while you were in Singapore, but seeing him smile at you and having him take you home, you could feel yourself falling for him all over again.
It took a couple weeks to adjust to being back in New York, but it was wonderful to be home. You told your parents everything about your time in Singapore and the success of your cousin’s business. Every now and then, you would call her, your aunt, and uncle to see how popular their bakery became since you left. In the background of your video calls, you would see your uncle tending to a customer in the front, or your aunt reloading a tray of green tea mochi in their display case. You missed the hustle and bustle of Singapore, but you were glad to be in the familiarity of the Big Apple with your friends and family again.
Steven met with you first after you settled back into your routine. It was a Thursday afternoon as the two of you sat in your living room and exchanged gifts. You beamed at all the stories and anecdotes he shared with you.
“That’s amazing!” You told him. The two of you were cross-legged on the floor as you poured him another cup of tea. “I just know the kids are going to love having you as a tour guide in the King Tut exhibit at the Smithsonian.”
Your best friend grinned, a soft red dusting his smiling cheeks. “You think so? I start on Monday. I’m so nervous! I don’t want to mess it up or bore them with all the details, but you know how much I love Ancient Egypt.”
“You’re going to do great. You make history sound so fascinating and entertaining.” You smiled reassuringly at him. “I missed hearing all your stories while I was in Singapore.”
“Well, that just means I have to do some more research for you to get you up to speed,” Steven countered, and the two of you laughed. “I’m so happy that you’re back and that I get to meet with you again. We missed you so much.”
Once again, your heart skipped a beat at the thought of Marc missing you. But you quickly dismissed the thought as soon as it came— you and Marc were friends beforehand, after all. You already spent two years away from him, surely you should have gotten a grip over your unrequited crush on a man who had no romantic feelings for you whatsoever.
Your face must have fallen. Before you caught yourself, you found Steven’s brown eyes washing over you with concern. “You know, love, Marc told me he missed you too. I know you didn’t keep in touch with him frequently like you did with me. Are you doing okay?”
You swallowed hard as the other shoe dropped. As much as you hated to admit, it was true. Compared to the handwritten letters and postcards you sent Steven, your communication with Marc paled in comparison. You reasoned with yourself that the distance would do you good, and the only times you shared any correspondence with him were through some texts and pictures you sent via email. Like Marc, you did not have much social media, and you preferred to keep your private life private. But in the texts you both shared, they were straight-forward. You knew Marc was not fond of communicating through texts, and it was difficult to keep track of when he fronted with the time differences between New York and Singapore. Naturally, he fell through the cracks.
It’s been a few weeks since you saw Marc, and the last time you spoke with him was when he took you home after picking you up at the airport. You weren’t avoiding him, but you also did not trust yourself around him. One look at him, and all the feelings you tried to repress would suddenly rush to the surface.
“Does he know?” You asked, your voice quiet and hesitant. “About my feelings for him?”
You watched as Steven’s eyes softened. Whether your best friend was telling the truth, or telling you what you needed to hear to avoid hurting you, you did not know.
“No, he doesn’t.”
You nodded, but kept your gaze on your mournful expression looking up at you through your reflection on the glossy surface. The mug grew cold in your hands, and you no longer felt the warmth and comfort of your favorite tea.
Sensing the change in demeanor, you heard Steven clear his throat and set his mug on the table. Pulling you out of your thoughts, you glanced over at him to see a sheepish smile on his lips, his curls slightly askew.
“If you don’t mind, can I practice my first tour with you? I have my speeches ready, and I think I need to get you caught up on what you missed.”
You vaguely felt the sting in your cheeks as you smiled at him and nodded. “I would love to hear it. Tell me everything.”
As Steven practiced his first speech and tour with you, thoughts of Marc began to fade away. All you could do was smile as you listened to your friend recite the great history of ancient civilizations over your favorite cup of tea. Your heart ached as the afternoon bled into the evening, but it was not as painful as it was before. Things were different now— you were different— as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, reminding yourself that you had to move on, for your sake.
The days went by slowly, and soon it was summer. You smiled as the sun shined longer and the nights grew shorter, painting the sky vibrant hues of golds, oranges, and reds like a sparkling fire. You did not see Steven as often once he started his museum tours, but you always smiled at his texts.
It was a Thursday morning when you were at home when you heard your phone chime from across the room. Expecting it to be Steven gushing about his latest tour to elementary school children, you picked up your phone without a second thought, only for your heart to stop. Marc.
You did not mean to ignore him, but your communication with him was limited in the months you returned. It was for the best, you reasoned with yourself. The distance would do you good, and for a while, you truly believed that you moved on from your unrequited crush on your friend. But just a simple text and call of his name brought you back to the sleepless nights of staining your pillow with tears.
The rushing sound of your beating heart echoed in your ears as your fingers over the text. You couldn’t ignore him forever. He was your friend first, your heartbreak second.
Which led you to wearing your favorite dress with your arm linked through his as the two of you walked through the busy town square of a night market. Much to your parents (and Steven’s) concern, you agreed to meet with him.
“I haven’t talked to him since I left for Singapore,” you argued with your parents over dinner. “He was my friend first. I can’t ignore him forever.”
And honestly, you couldn’t, even if you tried. Marc was too observant, and the last thing you wanted was for him to think he hurt you. Even if your heart was breaking.
“I’m sure the food was better back in Singapore, but I thought that I could bring a part of it to you.”
You laugh softly as Marc turns to you. Seeing there was an Asian street food market in town that weekend, Marc invited you to come along. It was a way for you two to catch up since you had yet to have a full and proper conversation with him since you returned home. It was casual enough, and surely, no harm could be done.
“It’s still home,” you assure him, and your heart swells as he smiles at you.
How could you hate him when he still brought you joy?
“I researched what I could, but I’ll need your opinion since you’re the expert,” he teases, and you laugh again. “There’s so many choices, it’s almost overwhelming. Where do I start?”
You look around at the different vendors, booths, and trucks around the square. Even at this hour, there are so many people trying new things and enjoying the night. There really is no place like home.
“I’ll show you one of my favorites,” you tell him. “Have you had mochi donuts before?”
“It will be my first time,” Marc smiles at you, and you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as he extends his arm to you. “Show me.”
With a pounding heart, you link your arm through his as you guide him to the booth. Thankfully the line was not long, and you had food to temporarily distract you from the emotions rising to the surface.
The conversation began to flow into a steady rhythm as the night continued on. Two years have passed since you last stood by his side, but tonight, the memories gathered in your mind as if it were only yesterday. You found yourself laughing over the shenanigans that Marc and Steven found themselves in while you were gone, and in return, you shared stories of creating recipes and painting the town red with your cousin and her friends on sleepless nights.
For a little while, you fooled yourself into thinking it was the two of you, just like old times.
You sit on a bench as the night draws to a close. With his jacket around your shoulders, it takes everything in you to not pull it closer towards yourself. It may not mean nothing to him, but it means everything to you.
Across the promenade, a local college band begins to play as the strings of their guitar tunes out the noise of your beating heart. If you listen long enough, you would not have to hear your heart ache.
After a moment, Marc takes a shaky breath beside you, his dark brows furrowed. “Can I ask you something?”
You turn to face him. “Anything.”
You watch as a soft smile spreads across his lips, but you know him long enough to know that it did not reach his eyes.
“You’ve been different since Singapore,” he begins, and you swallow hard, fearing his next words. “You’ve been distant. Things just aren’t the same or what it used to be. I need to know—”
Your breath catches in your throat as he turns to look at you. His brown eyes were dark, filled with emotion that he seldom showed.
“Was it something I did?” He asks, his voice shaking. “Have I hurt you?”
Marc Spector was many things— observant, perceptive— but a heartbreaker? A heartbreaker was not one of them, even if he held your broken one in the palm of his hands.
“No, Marc—” you swallow the growing ache in your chest as you reach for him. “Please don’t ever think that. You did nothing wrong.” Gently, you squeeze his hands to comfort him.
You could not lie to him. You could not hurt him, not when he was like this.
“Things may be different, but I haven’t changed. Not really.”
But you have, in your own way. You would like to believe you have changed and grown into a young woman, but as you smiled at him, you wondered how much you really changed when your heart fluttered at his smile.
“You seem more grown up,” he whispers softly as he smoothes a strand of your hair. “Don’t grow up so fast that you don’t need me, kid.”
You blink, ignoring the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes at his words. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
With a comforting smile, he stretches his arm and places it around your shoulders to pull you close as his lips gently place a soft kiss on your forehead. Your heart skips a beat from his touch as the scent of his cologne envelopes you. It is so tempting to close your eyes and fall deeper into his embrace, but you fight against the heartstrings being tugged at your heart.
In the promenade, the band transitions to a softer, romantic song with a few slow strokes of an acoustic guitar. One by one, couples gather with their partners to sway and dance along. A soft smile graces your lips as you recognize the tune.
“This is one of my favorite Hozier songs,” you remark fondly as you remembered discovering his music for the first time. “Do you like his music—”
You look over at your friend, but stop. It was as if he was frozen in time, eyes wide as if he had seen a ghost.
“Marc?”
He did not answer. He remains frozen, paralyzed and rooted to the spot as if he was ensnared by invisible hands. You call out to him again as you grasp his hands in yours, trying to bring him back to reality.
Finally, his eyes meet yours, filled with nothing but pain and sorrow.
“This song—” he stammers, his voice hoarse. His gaze flickers between you and the band as the couples in the courtyard embrace one another to the lyrics. “This song was played at my wedding.”
Your heart sinks as you realize the significance. Layla.
“It was your song,” you breathe as the pain in your heart begins to splinter deep inside, tearing it in two. How insensitive of you to think that he was over his first love.
As if he was burned, Marc pulls away from you. He turns his head away, his voice low and trembling as he speaks.
“I’m sorry, kid, but please excuse me—”
Before you could say a word, he was already walking away, leaving you alone at the bench with his jacket around your shoulders.
Slowly, you pull your hands toward yourself. The tears that threatened you from before finally had the chance to fall, staining your cheeks with heartbreak and woe. Your heart twists as you watch the couples cradle each other as if they would fall apart without their touch. You were foolish to think that could be you and Marc one day. How could you fault him for still being in love with his first love when you still had feelings for him?
You should have said no, you scold yourself as you pull his jacket tighter around you, trying to comfort yourself with the lingering scent of his cologne and imagining that he was holding you in his arms. Tonight was a mistake, and you should have kept your distance from him. You should have listened to your parents and Steven’s words of caution, but here you were, crying alone on a bench.
Marc saw you as nothing more than a younger sister. He was never yours.
As you wipe the stray tears on your cheeks, you are pulled from your thoughts by a familiar handkerchief crossing your line of vision.
Stunned, you look up and find a pair of deep brown eyes washing over you in concern. He shares the same face, but you know the difference.
“A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t spend her evening shedding tears, conejita.”
A dry laugh escapes your lips as you accept the handkerchief. As you brush away your tears, he takes a seat beside you and whistles a low tune.
“Marc,” you clear your throat, trying to control the wave of tears that threatened to spill over. “Is he alright?”
“He’ll be fine, he just needs some time,” Jake answers. He looks over at you with a sympathetic gaze. “I’m sorry he walked away.”
You shrug as you look down, your fingers twisting the ends of his handkerchief to numb the heartache. Even when it hurt, you could not find it in yourself to be upset with him.
You echo his words. “I’ll be fine.”
He clicks his tongue with a shake of his head.
“We can’t have that,” he reasons as he stands and offers his hand to you with a gentle smile. “Let’s end the night on a good note.”
You ponder his words as you look up at him. Jake shares the same face as your best friends, but is different in his own way. Steven’s eyes were bright and doe-eyed while Marc’s were darker with a storm of emotion, but Jake was different.
Looking at him now, they are deeper, but filled with a sense of warmth and familiarity that you could not explain. It bewilders you, but at the same time, it was as if you were greeting an old friend.
Yet, there is so much about Jake that you did not know. You try not to let your worries get the best of you, but you remain hesitant and guarded at his intentions. You prefer not to know, and you would rather delude yourself into hoping he was not aware of your unrequited feelings for Marc, too. It seems everyone knows how you feel about him except the man himself.
As if he read your mind, he reaches forward to caress your cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear that falls from your eyes.
“I promise I have no ill intentions, conejita,” he comforts you with a gentle smile. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Your cheeks grow warm. “I don’t know you very well.”
He chuckles softly at you. “I promised I would show more of myself to you when you returned. Let me fulfill that promise.”
You remembered that night when he found you crying on the steps outside of his apartment before you left for Singapore. It felt so long ago, but it also felt as if it were yesterday.
With a sheepish smile, you accept his hand. “Lead the way.”
You allow him to guide you to the promenade with your hand in his. After a moment, he pulls you close with one of his hands settling on your back, the other holding yours as he begins to sway to the music. You follow his movements with one hand on his shoulder as the other was laced with his, keeping you connected to him.
You were not much of a dancer. For most of high school, you opted out of homecoming and only attended prom during your senior year, but even then, you were with friends. You never slow danced with anyone except your father whenever he played the old romantic love songs from his homeland in the kitchen on Saturday mornings.
An apology immediately falls from your lips as you accidentally step on his feet. “I’m so sorry—”
He tucks a finger under your chin, guiding you to look at him.
“Eyes on me,” he whispers. “Follow my movements. Pretend it’s just the two of us.”
Slowly, you nod, keeping your eyes on him as you follow his steps. Your cheeks feel warm from the contact, but you elect to ignore it. You could only imagine how you looked.
“When did you learn how to dance?” You ask him curiously. You did not want to say it, but you were surprised to see that he was a natural dancer.
“I’m a man of many hidden talents, and I am not one to reveal my secrets.”
You could not help but laugh at his answer as he grins playfully at you. He was always an enigma.
“Well, whoever taught you must have been a wonderful teacher,” you compliment him with a small and shy smile. “And whoever you danced with had a lucky partner.”
Jake laughs softly as he twirled you. Once you face him again, he smiles.
For the first time, you feel something foreign tug at your heartstrings. In the glimpses you have seen of Jake Lockley, you knew very little about him, but you knew enough to know he only revealed his true self to a select few.
Perhaps this time, you would finally meet the man in the front seat through the window in-between.
The ride home was quiet, but the silence was not suffocating. The city lights blurred past you as Jake hummed and whistled along to the Spanish melodies that played on the radio. Some songs you were familiar with from the playlists that Steven and Marc would often share with you. There were times when you asked them to teach you the language so you could better understand the songs they would sing, and in return, you shared the music from your family’s homeland. You did not recognize the songs that Jake played on the radio, but even in your limited understanding of the language, you found comfort in the harmonies.
Like a true gentleman, Jake walked you to your front door once he dropped you off at home. The lights were still on in the kitchen when you arrived, and you knew your parents were still awake and waiting for your return.
“Thank you for tonight,” you turn to him as you stop at your front door. “I had a good time with you and Marc.”
Your heart aches at the thought of Marc. There was so little he shared about his divorce with Layla, and from the little you knew about it, you knew he loved her deeply. The wound in his heart had yet to close and heal, much similar to yours.
Sensing your worry, Jake offers a reassuring smile.
“He’ll be alright,” he reassures you. “He just needs some time to himself, but I promise you he’ll be okay. Steven and I will look after him.”
You nod. You’ve seen Marc withdraw at times, but not like this. You could still see the fear on his face— he looked as if he had seen a ghost, and you wonder if he will be able to come back.
“Did you want to come inside? I made some mochi earlier that you could take home.”
He shakes his head, but still offers that comforting smile at you. “I’ll be alright, but thank you. Can you tell your parents I said hello?”
You smile weakly at him, feeling a bit comforted by his reassurance. “I will.”
As you watch him walk back to his car, your heart begins to ache, a dagger digging into your chest and you could barely breathe.
For a moment, he looked just like Marc. Slicked back dark hair, olive green jacket over his shoulders, and that soft, gentle smile.
There was a time when Marc would bring you home like this, right after your night classes. He would walk you to the front door, his jacket over your shoulders, a protective arm around you as it was already dark once the sun had set.
“Whenever you need me, you can call me,” he comforted you the first night you completed your night class. It was already fall with the days growing shorter and the nights growing darker, and you often called him to take you home since you felt unsafe walking across campus and waiting at the bus stop by yourself.
“You don’t need to take me home every Thursday because I’m scared of walking alone to the bus stop at night. I can call campus police for an escort,” you told him as he opened the car door for you.
Marc shook his head and took your bag from your shoulders as you stepped in. “The buses aren’t always reliable, and I need to make sure you’re home safe.”
You began to protest, but he smiled at you as he leaned down and kissed your forehead.
“No one can hurt you when I’m around,” he whispered. “You aren’t getting rid of me that easy, kid.”
But you did not have to do anything for Marc to leave you. How could you lose someone you loved if they were never yours?
You ignore the ache in your heart as Jake drives away, disappearing into the darkness like a dying star in the night sky. With a deep breath, you force a smile and step inside to find your parents waiting for you in the living room, eager to hear everything about your date.
It went well, you lie. We are just friends, and my feelings for him have faded. I am no longer in love with him.
I am no longer in love with Marc Spector, you repeat to yourself as you sit in your room, your fingers tracing the daffodil petals that you saved from the bouquet he had given you. You cherished the flowers he gifted you, but they have withered and died, their petals pressed into thin pieces you would have saved and kept near to your heart.
You remembered sitting in the field as a schoolgirl with flowers in your hand and giggling with your friends as you sang, he loves me, he loves me not.
You loved him, but he loves you not.
I am no longer in love with Marc Spector, you whisper, dropping the petals into the wastebasket.
I am no longer in love with Marc Spector.
Another petal falls, followed by the other.
I am no longer in love with Marc Spector.
A tear falls from your eyes as you drop the last petal, your hand empty without any trace of him.
It was time to let him go.
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Okay but it’s been 5 days since Moon Knight ENDED and not even ONCE since the show started, have I seen someone talking about that beautiful thin golden necklace Steven and Marc have on him at all time….. It’s barely visible and you can only see it when Steven (mostly him) and Marc uses his pj’s or the sweat set in the Duat.
Like????? I’ve seen so many horny people (me included) writing the most explicit things about these two wonderful men AND NO ONE IS GOING TO MENTION HOW HOT THAT NECKLACE LOOKS?
But it’s also cute… because it has his little star of David charm in the middle. (That’s something that truly passed over everyone’s head because, I believe, we all learned that Marc and Steven are Jewish from that scene in ep 5 but no, it’s clearly shown in episode 2).
You people impress me smh.
So there. Have something to look at, contemplate and feel things at (good, bad and horny) when watching MK again
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𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 (𝟐)
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ jake lockley x fem! reader & khonshu
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ spare key (1)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ my usual shit
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ IM A FUCKING PROPHET I WROTE THIS SATURDAY AND IF YOU WATCHED EP 6 OF MOONKNIGHT YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHY I AM SAYING THIS
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“What?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke, your entire body tensed.
“Awe, it’s okay doll.” He consoled you resting his hand in the middle of your back, he pressed another kiss to the top of your head.
“I don’t understand.” Even though it was Jake, and you honestly weren’t sure why he had come in and pretended to be Marc, and lied about not knowing Marc the night before you still needed to gain some sort of trust with him. So, you snuggled your head into his neck.
“Ya see, Marc and Sean wanna live a life without Khonshu. They’ve openly expressed this too many fucking time to count. They are not the only decision makers in this body, so when he needs work done that’s gonna be my job so they are not bothered with the burden. One day they’ll turn around, change their minds. ‘specially Marc, he can’t stand peace.” Jake laughed at the end of his statement.
“But Marc and Steven,” you put emphasis on his name, “are still in a deal with whoever that is.” You truly never got who Khonshu was explained to you. All you knew was that Marc owed him basically his life and that he had to do his dirty work for him, consequently that meant Steven was dragged along.
Jake chuckled, “True, but, there’s a chance they could get out of it, so for now I give them a little tiny chunk and I take the rest so that they might reconsider and even if they don’t I know what I’m doing.” He could feel your heavy breathing even though you masked your inner feelings on the outside.
“So you’re the safe guard in this whole ordeal?” You could feel Jake’s hand going up and down your back.
“Exactly princess, I’m just out until I’m not needed for Khonshu’s bidding. Then your little schedule will return to normal.” Jake took his other hand and smoothed out your hair, he felt you jump a little at the contact.
“So, why are you out now?” You knew deep down, though you were never told explicitly, that Khonshu’s bidding included murder. So the uncontrolled fear you had right now, especially after Jake said what he said was that he was going to kill you.
“They don’t know about me, so I’m not involved with the weekly plan ‘round here. I just wanted to pop in, tell ya the truth. I get why those two morons are so attached to ya though. I didn’t wanna do my job last night, I just wanted to stay and be with you.” You could hear sincerity in his voice but you weren’t sure whether you could believe him or not.
“You’re out right now just to see me and tell me the truth? Nothing else?” You had to hear from him that this wasn’t going to turn into one of the men waking up in their own body next to you dead.
“God, you gonna make me spell it out? I missed you, and you needed to know some stuff.” His voice raised at the beginning of his sentence and lowered the longer he spoke.
“Jake, you’re not gonna kill me are you?” You could feel your voice shake holding onto him a little tighter holding your breath.
“No! Of course not,” He laughed and squeezed you back, “I do need to ask something of you though.” His lips were at the shell of your ear now, you could feel his breath trickling down the side of your neck.
“What’s that?” You relaxed in his hold after you heard that he needed to make a deal with you, that ensured your current safety more than him saying he wasn’t going to kill you.
“Don’t tell Marc or the other one that I exist, if you do it’ll be a whole thing. Just super avoidable honestly.” He made his case quickly, though his voice didn’t rise above a whisper.
“Only if you keep this body safe and let me know it’s you when it’s you. No more funny business Jake. If you’re gonna be here, tell me.” The idea of lying to the two people you loved most hurt, but you knew it would hurt worse and cause them more issues if they knew that Jake existed. Steven had already had a hard enough time realizing Marc was real. And even though Marc loved Steven like a brother, the fact that he couldn’t live without him scared Marc and made him feel a little crazy. They were just starting to get along better and make boundaries, you couldn’t ruin that for them. Plus Jake wasn’t doing anything inherently awful towards the two of them.
“Really? That’s it. Damn, I thought I was really gonna have to make you promise,” He sighed in relief, Jake genuinely didn’t wanna cause you harm or make you do things you didn’t want to but if worse came to worse he would, “but alright, deal.”
“I’ll still be cleaning the white hoodie by the way, Marc will be infuriated if it’s covered in blood, he will also be suspicious and concerned.” You joked with Jake a little pulling back from his hold.
“Does that mean?” He let you go and you sat up taking hair out of your face.
“That you’re cleaning up the broken bowl in the living room? Yes. We made a deal, see if it would’ve really been Marc I would say give him the body and let him clean it up but since it was you go get the broom Hyde.” Jake laughed at you a little before sitting up and stretching.
Right when you thought everything was all settled and done with the proper arrangements made you turned your head and let out a scream of terror scooting back towards Jake quickly.
“What’s wrong?” Jake immediately didn’t know how to react other than to hold onto you and move slightly in front of you.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?” You took a pillow off your bed and threw it at the thing you saw standing next to your dresser.
“Khonshu,” Jake spoke to him like that was his friend, “you got more work for me?” Khonshu had his beak pointing down looking at the pillow that had just hit his body.
“THAT’S KHONSHU?!” You were still screaming, this was worse than figuring out about Jake, this was so much worse.
“You can see me?” Khonshu was now looking directly at you, with Jake loosening his grip, but yours was still tight on him.
“NoO I just threw that at the wall for no reason.” Your sarcasm was enough to make Jake snicker under his breath as he observed the interaction.
“You have sight, you can see beyond what other mortals can. Your capacity for knowledge outside of this Earth is vast.” Khnoshu ignored your sarcasm, still surprised at the new discovery before him.
“I’d rather not.” You closed your eyes and shook your head letting go of Jake.
“I’m afraid you have no choice, but I am glad that they have found you. The rarity of a human like you is to be protected at all costs.” Khonshu moved his beak inches each time looking between you and Jake.
You counted the names on your fingers just to make sure you were right, “There’s four of you now?”
“Yes, but you mustn’t let stupid and Marc know that you can see me for the time being. I will let you know when the time is right.” Khonshu spoke, he and Jake were similar, they were okay with you knowing of their existence, they just didn’t want the other half of this group to know.
“So you’re gonna be around and you want me to pretend like I don’t hear or see a giant mummified bird?” Khonshu gave you a slow nod.
“Look at you go, you’re special.” Jake kissed your temple before getting out of bed.
“I suspect that the two of us will become closer as time moves forward, I expect nothing from you. It’s just pleasant to be seen.” Khonshu stepped forward away from the wall and you assumed he was going to follow Jake out the door.
This was only going to get weirder..
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Dyed Hair Disaster
STEVEN GRANT X READER , MARC SPECTOR X READER , JAKE LOCKLEY X READER
prompt : the moon knight boys laugh at you and your horrible attempt at dyeing your hair
hi hi it's me again, this idea popped in my head when i was out shopping and thought of buying some boxed hair dye and then went "nope im gonna mess it up and people are gonna laugh at me." ENJOY!!
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It starts as any normal Monday. Steven is the one to wake up this morning since he has the morning shift at the museum. Before, Steven would not have been so excited to get to work. All he did was restock stupid merchandise and stand behind a counter all day after all. But recently, Jake had done...something to Donna that made her change her mind and gave him the tourist job. He won't question it, he's just happy to not have to look at those horrific items anymore.
Steven feels around beside him trying to look for your warm embrace so he can cling to you like a baby koala but frowns when he doesn't find you anywhere. The man blearily opens his eyes, squinting as he adjusts to the glaring light coming from the window. You must already be awake now if the window is open, that is unless Marc had left it open when he came home from patrol but Steven knew Marc would never be that careless.
His eyes dart around the bedroom with half-opened eyes and when he doesn't spot you anywhere, he reluctantly gets out of bed, swaying a bit as he's still not fully awake yet. Steven lets his feet guide him to his usual morning routine all while calling out your name.
When you don't answer after his third call, he starts to get worried. You had told him yesterday that you didn't have work today and even if you were to go out somewhere, you always make sure to put a sticky note on Gus' tank before you do to let him know.
So Steven starts checking the apartment, starting with the kitchen to see if you’d woken up earlier to make breakfast, then the living room in case you were watching the morning news, and then the bedroom again, thinking he would find you hidden somewhere somehow. He doesn’t find you anywhere though and as he feels himself starting to get a bit panicked, he notices in the corner of his eye, the bathroom door ajar where he can see a glimpse of your leg.
Steven lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and knocks once, then twice. When he doesn't hear your voice responding, he just opens the door, not thinking for a second about what you might be doing inside because his panic was really starting to set in.
Now, Steven expected to see many things when he opened the door. But what he didn't expect was to find you staring morbidly at the mirror, your hair covered in blotches of blue mixing with your natural hair color. A video on how to dye hair was playing on your phone that was placed on the sink. The sink that is also covered in a lot of blue hair dye.
When your head snaps sideways to look at him, there is an embarrassed flush to your face. Steven bites his bottom lip, trying his hardest to stifle in a giggle that is bubbling up in his throat. You looked quite silly with your tinted pink cheeks and strangely blue hair.
"If you laugh at me, I swear to god-"
It only took the sight of your angry face and the empty threat for Steven to break into a fit of laughter, clutching at his stomach as he laughs and laughs at the ridiculous situation happening right now. He pretty much doubles over in laughter when you yell at him to stop. God, you looked like a spotted puppy. He tells you this and receives a light slap to the shoulder. He doesn’t stop laughing though, only continues to laugh at you as his panic from before slowly fades away.
It’s just funny to him how this whole time, he’d been frantically searching the apartment from room to room, panicked eyes looking everywhere, thinking something bad had happened to you when all along, you were just hiding in the bathroom, the whole time not responding to Steven because you were stood shocked still because of the sight of your wacky hair in the mirror
"Oh goodness, love, I'm so sorry." He says between small giggles, wiping a single stray tear from his eyes. You don’t respond to him He can hear Marc's quiet voice in his head, telling him to give control just so he can see what's going on that's got Steven so worked up. Oh, Marc would love this.
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"Oh god, babe, what did you do?" Marc is leaning against you as he loudly dissolves into laughter the minute he sees you and your wildly colored hair. You slap at his arm and yell at him to stop laughing at you already, which only makes him laugh harder. He hears you groan in frustration as he drops down to the ground clutching at his side. God, Marc does not remember the last time he'd felt this amused by something but the sight of you was just too much. He feels a sharp kick to his stomach and looks up to see you looking angry as ever, which would look a lot scarier if your hair didn’t look like some weirdly spotted puffball.
Marc takes one and then two deep breaths to steady himself. He was still a bit giggly when he stands up but holds it in to not upset you anymore. You glare at him, staring daggers into his soul trying to scare him but Marc just cannot take you seriously when you look like that.
Marc grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks, forming duck lips on your face. He makes the same expression on his own face and then very briefly presses his duck lips to yours. The silly gesture brings a smile to your face, or well as much a smile as you can make with Marc's hand on your face.
He runs a hand through your unruly and truly terribly dyed hair and lets out another chuckle. To this, you roll your eyes and swat his hand away from your head. "Are you done laughing at me now? Gonna let Jake have a turn at laughing at me?" Marc's face brightens and yours fall. "Oh no. Don't you dare." Luckily for Marc, and unluckily for you, Jake has been waiting to front for a while.
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When Jake opens his eyes and sees your failed dye job he almost started to laugh hysterically as well but when seeing your genuinely upset, adorable face, he can’t help but only coo and hold your face gently in his hands, with you naturally leaning into it. Steven is right, you do look like a weirdly spotted puppy. He doesn’t tell you that though. The other boys have teased you enough.
“I won’t laugh darling, no need to worry about that.” He gently assures you. You place your hand over his and give him a soft smile. It sends a happy and warm feeling to Jake’s heart and he can’t help but smile back.
“You want help dyeing all this out?” Jake asks you, the hand that isn’t holding your face comes up to touch your hair. You swat his hand away the same way you did to Marc and scoff, crossing your arms on your chest. The missing warmth of your hand and face from his hand makes him pout. You completely ignore him though and walk towards the bedside table where you kept a small box of hair dye the color of your natural hair. Yeah right, as if you would know how to dye that back.
Jake swiftly snatches the box from your hands and orders you to just sit on the bathtub, relax a bit, and let him do the rest. When you deny him like the stubborn one you are, he scoops you up bridal style into his arms and carries you back to the bathroom, carefully avoiding your thrashing hands and legs from kicking or punching him in the face. He then gently sets you down on the empty bathtub where you immediately sag, seemingly accepting your humiliating fate of having your boyfriend fix your mess of a dye job.
He shakes his head at the adorable sight of you and your truly horrible mess of hair and finally gets to work on the hair dye.
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to another, a lover : s.g / m.s / j.l
little bit of evening fluff/angst, wrote this in less than an hour as i was craving this. (just under 1k)
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Steven was exhausted, that much was obvious to his alters. Now standing in front of your bathroom mirror Steven remains hunched over the sink. The cold water tap continues to run, the faint squeal of pressure almost lulling his eyes to close.
"C'mon buddy," Marc starts, smiling softly to Steven in the mirror noting the circles under his eyes are growing darker with each passing day. "it's been a long week."
"Marc is right, Steven." Jake even pipes up, something that the other two are still getting used to. "You gotta rest, let one of us take over, si?"
Shaking his head, Steven leans back from the sink with a loud yawn. "I'm fine guys," He waves them off before splashing his face with water and using one of your fuzzy towels to bury his tiredness. "plus we're at Y/n's."
Now, this is a new scenario for all of them. Previously, you'll tend to stay at Steven's, somewhere they can all relax. But now being at your place, this is new territory.
"Where is she anyway? It's gone too quiet." Marc questions, having noted you're normally somewhere making a mess, knocking things and falling as a result or singing along to the radio. Though they were small, mundane things, they were all so very you; something Steven (along with Marc and Jake) had grown to love.
Silence ensued throughout your flat, only the breeze blowing out the last lit candle being heard.
"Waitin' for me." Steven hums, rubbing his face.
A week ago, you both decided to spend some quality time together, go on little adventures around London, and have surprise dates revolving around history and wine. Though Marc and Jake were in the background whilst Steven fronted, by this morning they noticed Steven's weariness was more evident.
Noting your boyfriend's sleepy expression this evening, you placed your dress back into your wardrobe, opting for one of his shirts instead.
"I've cancelled that dinner reservation, Steven." You call out from your bedroom, unaware of Steven holding his head up in his hand over in the kitchen, jolting awake at your comment.
"You did what, love?" He blinks rapidly, his heartbeat accelerating bringing Marc to the forefront.
Taking over for a moment, Marc watches you emerge from your bedroom and it takes everything in him to not run over and take you in his arms, wishing to never let go.
A small smile graced your lips, the shy one that always turned joyful in a matter of seconds. Marc knew he'd never tire of seeing that, though, this wasn't for him. This was for Steven.
With that, knowing the system was safe, Marc stepped back and Steven returned.
"Honey, you're exhausted." A soft chuckle sounds from you as you shuffle over toward Steven. "I propose we just chill out here, I'll get the extra blankets, light some candles and just crash?"
Humming in agreement, Steven's eyes close as you pull his jacket from his shoulders, carefully removing it from his arms and tossing it aside.
"Come on then." You place your hand in his, gently tugging him away from the kitchen and plodding on over to your bedroom.
Steven reaches for the bathroom light switch, leaving him in complete darkness. "Let me have the body, amigo." Jake asks, feeling Steven slipping into unconsciousness before he's even left the bathroom.
Giving in to his exhaustion, Steven retreats and Jake takes over.
"Steven?" Your groggy voice catches Jake off guard; you're waiting for him, well, for Steven.
Jake clears his throat before entering your bedroom, closing the creaking door behind him. "You gotta get that checked, mi amor." He mutters under his breath.
"You say something?" Your question mixes with a heavy yawn, unaware of the smile gracing Jake's lips as he finds his way to your bedside.
"Nothing, babe." Jake tells you, trying his best to put on Steven's accent, resulting in disapproving remarks from Marc. "Just go to sleep, yeah?"
You mumble incoherently once Jake has slid under the covers, finding your way into his embrace. With your eyes closed and mind drifting away, you barely notice him tensing underneath you, nor pick up on how fast his heart is beating.
"Be chill, dude." Marc reminds Jake. "It's Y/n, remember?"
Jake inhales and exhales deeply, allowing himself to lift his arm around your back, resting his hand on your shoulder. He begins to draw patterns along your skin, humming an old lullaby whilst the other hand brushes your hair away from your eye.
Subconsciously, you scoot closer, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
"Sleep easy, Hermosa." Jake mumbles, turning his head ever so slightly so he could kiss your forehead, allowing his lips to linger against your soft skin.
Stirring, you tug on his shirt. "I love you, Steven." A whisper sounds before you give in to sleep completely, unaware of the man holding you close can feel his heart breaking once more.
"I love you too, Y/n." Jake blinks, knowing this is all he'll have, brief moments with you. "More than you'll ever know."
Marc sighs to himself whilst Steven remains completely out of it. "He has no idea how lucky he truly is, does he?" Marc thinks aloud, remembering fleeting moments you've shared whilst you remained unaware that it wasn't Steven.
But to you, no matter how often Marc or Jake made appearances, you remain oblivious. As to you, it was always Steven and always would be. And that, that was going to have to be enough.
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A Man With Love
Marc Spector/Jake Lockely/Steven Grant x Reader
Summary: You had to learn a lot, having two boyfriends, and one day you learned about a third.
When Steven told you about the other person inside his body, you thought it was a very weird way of telling someone 'It's not you, it's me' when breaking up with them.
But to your surprise, it wasn't a break up.
He just wanted you to meet Marc Spector.
It took a lot for you to fully wrap your head around what was happening, to fully understand his personality disorder and the reasoning behind it.
It broke your heart, yes, but you also understood.
With the help of the internet, you even managed to do your research to understand better.
You learned about triggers.
What to say and what not to say to either Marc or Steven.
But then, one day, someone else got triggered to the front.
You were on a date with Marc, having dinner in a nice cosy restaurant then on your way home you stopped at a small convenience store to grab some things before heading home.
You were in the snack aisle when a loud bang as if something exploded came from the front.
Men came barging into the store, you saw them as you leaned over and one of them noticed you.
Marc was in hiding.
"Get on the floor bitch!" you lifted your hands, but froze in terror at the gun pointed at you. "Are you deaf?! Get on the floor." the man took another step when Marc lounged forward, knocking the man out and the gun out of his hands. The man groaned in pain and you quickly dodged behind the shelves, kneeling onto the floor before letting your boyfriend take care of everything.
You knew he used to be a mercenary, so you didn't doubt his skills.
It still didn't stop your ears from ringing, you couldn't hear anything from your loud heartbeats.
You failed to notice your boyfriend in front of you. When you finally started to come back to your senses, you were home, sitting in Steven's favourite armchair with your boyfriend kneeling in front of you as he softly spoke.
You blinked a couple times before you started to hear what he was saying.
"We shouldn't have gone to that store, Chiquita. We should have just got you home. Lo siento, Mi amor." he placed a kiss on your hands and you were confused. You grabbed his chin and made him look into your eyes. "Lo siento, Chiquita." he said once more.
"You are not Marc." he shook his head. "Not Steven." another shake. "Who are you then?"
"I'm the one who does the dirty work, the one who does what the others can't, the one who saved you tonight."
"What's your name? Or should I call you Zorro?" you tried to joke.
"No, Mi amor. Jake Lockley, the one hiding in the dark. You must not mention me to Marc or Steven, they don't know about me. But I needed to save you, Chiquita."
Your eyes searched his. You did recall Marc mentioning blacking out as did Steven, they were sure the other was blocking them, but this made more sense.
"Have I met you before?"
"Once or twice. I came home once, you thought I was Marc, you insisted I take a bath while you made dinner. You fell asleep by the time I got out of the shower. Another time, you thought I was Steven, gave me a hug while I slept, kissed my back and fell asleep on me. Mi vida, I mean no harm to you or your relationship with the others. I merely watch through their eyes, that sounds wrong...I... I care for you, Mi vida."
"You saved me, thank you." he nodded and kissed your hand, you moved the other to his cheek. "You are so different, I can feel it, you are dangerous, mysterious and so fucking sexy."
"That might be the adrenaline, you never had a gun pointed at you before."
"No." your hand moved from his cheek to neck, to the necklace he wore with the star of David. Your eyes were looking at him as if you have never seen him before. Like he was the meal and you were the lion. "You are so different from them. Steven's sweet, Marc's serious and you, you are dangerous. Something in me tells me to run while my other half wants to just tear the shirt off of you."
"That might be lust. Chiquita."
"And you speak Spanish, you devil." Jake watched as your eyes darkened. He would be a liar to say that he wouldn't want you. He would be a liar if he said he never watched any of the other two have their way with you. He would be a liar if he said he wasn't thinking about the ways he would make you moan and groan. But he couldn't.
"I'll give the body back to Marc."
"Leaving so soon?"
"You will see me again, I promise."
"Say it in Spanish."
"Te prometo, Mi amor." and you nodded before you watched the change in his eyes.
"Marc, as I said, I'm fine, you saved me." you said with a smile as Marc tried to collect himself. He didn't remember saving you, he blamed his training.
"Love, are you really okay?"
"As I said, yes. Thank you."
You will keep Jake's secret as long as he wants you to. After all, you couldn't help but fall in love with all of them all over again.
Steven hugged you close. But both him and Marc was very suspicious as neither remembered anything of the incident.
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look baby, it’s a baby
pairings: jake lockley x reader , marc spector x reader , steven grant x reader
desc: three different reactions, one baby. how much better could it get?
warnings: pregnancy, infertility/miscarriage/child loss themes, swearing, sex mentions
a/n: this is a kind of request for @moonboisworld ,, i had already half written this so i know it’s not exactly your request but i hope you enjoy either way!! this had been sitting in my drafts for wayyyy too long
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it wasn’t like it was for lack of trying. it really, really wasn’t. you could count on one hand the amount of days you went between sex, especially around your more fertile days.
but still, at least once a month, a single line stared back at you. it didn’t hurt so much anymore, not after the years of trying, but there was still a lump in your throat when you swallowed.
it had been four years - four whole years of trying for a baby. you had tried everything, all the positions the websites told you to, every time you were fertile according to flo, hell - even changing your diet. four whole years that you and your husbands had been trying for that longed for baby.
every test you took, every three day late period, every time you were sick in the morning, it all added to the disappointment of that single line on the test. not once had you seen even the faintest trace of a second line.
it hurt - it did. but you couldn’t have asked for someone better to go through it with. marc was the one who would hold you when you cried, he himself being the most anxious to become a father.
jake was there in the physical ways, holding your hand at every doctors appointment and driving you to every health centre, every therapy session - everywhere.
steven put in the work. he read the books, researched every website he could find, did all the shopping - he longed to be a father the most. sure, all three of them couldn’t wait, but deep down for steven the thought of a child just completely overtook him, he was in love with this baby before it was even created.
it wasn’t easy for you, even with them. your parents were… eager, to say the least. every month without a pregnancy reveal that passed, they seemed to only get less patient, your mother dropping hints almost every time you saw her, and you tried to ignore her snide comments about your lack of bump.
she even bought maternity dresses for you.
it was irritating, to be short. but you dealt it with - promising yourself that when you were meant to become parents, you would.
about two years into trying, you realised it might be time to get tested. so you did, and it turned out that both you and your husbands were completely healthy, just painfully unlucky.
so you found yourself in the passenger seat next to jake, once again, on the way to the doctors. it had been about eight weeks since your last visit, you’d certainly been trying since then. you hadn’t taken a test, though, partly because you hoped that a doctor would give good news, partly because the thought of staring a single line made you feel like shit.
but the thing was, your period was due. today. normally, you’d wake up with it, blood staining the sheets, but you’d woken up completely clean. to make matters worse, you’d woke up completely nauseous for the last few weeks.
you hated to admit it gave you hope, but the butterflies in your stomach were flying around faster and faster the closer you got to the doctors.
how unlucky did you have to be? to try for four whole years, and not get pregnant even once. it would have made sense, to be infertile, or to have some kind of condition. but no, you were just fucking unlucky.
with every trip, you prepared for bad news. that you couldn’t have kids, you’d miscarry if you did. that might have been easier to take, but every doctor that looked at you in pity and shook their heads broke you a little more.
jake pulled in to a space, parking immaculate as per usual. it went in a blur - the walk from the car to the waiting room feeling more like muscle memory than a conscious action.
the smell of the waiting room always took you by surprise, you never got used to it. plastic, medical, stuffy air filled your lungs as you found an empty seat, feeling jake sit down next to you.
maybe it was stupid to wear a white dress. maybe, you were hoping that, deep down, the period would never come. the fabric would stay white, and the doctor would deliver fantastic news.
maybe it was just the way the washing cycle lined up.
“y/n grant?” the doctor called, snapping you from your thoughts.
you and jake stood up, him letting you walk in front. he followed behind, hand around your waist.
your doctor smiled at you from her chair, you two sitting across from her. she welcomed you, making small talk as you got comfortable.
“so, how long’s it been?” she asked, facing you two.
“um,” you thought for a moment. “about eight weeks, i think.”
she nodded, “and you’ve been trying since then?”
both you and jake nodded.
“y/n, any periods? abnormal discharge?”
“no,” you breathed. “i was just starting my period the last time we were here, so i’m actually due about now.”
“alright,” she wrote something down. “jake, right?”
he nodded. “morning.”
“have you been feeling alright? anything of note?”
“no, not really.”
she wrote something down again.
“we’re past the point of being awkward, so i’ll just ask it - how many times have you had sex since the last time you were here?”
you looked at each other, counting in your head. eight weeks, three or so times a week… “about twenty, give or take.”
writing something again, she hummed. “and you’ve not been using any protection?”
jake shook his head.
“alright, good. y/n, any sickness lately? in the morning, especially?”
“um,” you trailed the syllable. “a little, actually.”
both the doctor and jake looked at you, both as surprised as each other.
“it’s nothing major, just nausea and headaches.”
she tilted her head. “have you had any, like, fluttering sensations? cravings? backache, or anything?”
you hadn’t realised that until now. you really, truly hadn’t. putting it down to stress or period cravings - you genuinely hadn’t realised it.
the doctor seemed to notice your realisation, prompting you to lie on the all-too-familiar bed behind you. jake squeezed your hand and walked over with you, sitting at your side.
you pulled your dress up, the cool air making goosebumps rise on your skin. the coldness wasn’t helped by the gel the doctor spread on your stomach, it was well known to you, but still never got any longer.
the wait for the ultrasound machine to start up felt like a million years. medical processes you didn’t quite understand dragged on and on and on, your hands going clammy, intertwined with jake’s.
the ultrasound moved around your tummy, looking for the right picture.
when it came on screen, you didn’t know how to react.
a little, bean shaped image stared back. something was floating around, tiny little picture visible on the screen. you didn’t believe it.
“is that…?” you couldn’t even say it.
the doctor smiled. “i think, you might be pregnant.”
jake felt marc come forward, happily allowing the switch. marc leaned forward to the screen, not believing his own eyes. this couldn’t be right?
“oh my god, baby, it’s a baby..” he mumbled, turning back to you.
you lay, completely frozen. there was a baby. your baby, a real, actual baby.
looking back at your husband, you could see steven in his eyes. for the first time in four years, there was a spark. the spark that had been there when you first suggested having children.
“it’s a baby,” you repeated back to him.
“our baby.”
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Mood for tonight <3
I truly feel like we've been robbed of our unhinged taxi driver and them making the episode 45 minutes (supposed) long is just a straight up violation 🧍
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The Sun, Sky and Beyond (Moon Knight x reader): Valentine’s Day Special
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A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY BABIES <3 There’s nothing in this world greater than love and so may love find you in every aspect of your lives! Here’s a little day with the moon boys xxx
Word Count: 2.4k of fluff
You squint at the light that hit your eyes as you woke up to the sound of birds twittering outside your flat. You could smell the sunlight as it warmed the sheets, creating a comforting little bubble around you. You stretched your arm out only to find the space beside you empty. You hum and turn over onto the boys’ side, twisting your neck so that you could inhale their sweet familiar scent, grinning to yourself. The corner of the bed dipped slightly and your smile deepened, as their presence wrapped you in their embrace without them even laying a finger on you.
“Pst, baby, wake up.” Steven’s British drawl met your ears and greeted your brain with a shot of dopamine.
You stretched your arm towards him and beckoned him to join you. You feel the mattress move around you as he crawls over you and gently lays on top of you, the heaviness of his full body weight cracking and popping your sleepy joints. You groaned and laughed as Steven traced your neck with his nose, peppering tiny kisses in its wake.
“Let’s stay here forever, please?” you mumble as you run your hands through his unruly hair that was feathery soft and fluffy with sleep.
“I’d love that … but we have plans, love.” Steven whispered between kisses.
“We can still carry out ‘plans’ in bed, angel” you grinned as Steven slowly lifted his head from your neck.
“Now listen to me you little devil, don’t you dare tempt me with your tricks!” He feigned shock. “I’m left with no choice, I’ll have to banish the devil with my own hands.”
You gasped as one of Steven’s hands collected yours at the wrist and pinned it above your head before digging his fingers into your side. Steven knew all of your sweet spots and his skilled fingers tickled away, making you yelp and scream like a hyena. One of his legs pinned yours down, immobilizing you and you had to admit defeat before you peed yourself.
“OKAY, I’LL LISTEN!” you squealed when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Steven let go and brought his hands up to your face, brushing your hair away from your eyes with a smile.
“That’s my good girl. When we get back, we’ll most definitely listen to your plans, okay?” Steven smirked cheekily before giving you one last kiss and pulling you up with him.
“I do have a question for you though.” He says as he pulls you to the edge of the bed and kneels down on both knees in front of you.You raise your eyebrows to prompt him to continue. He reaches out and you think he's going to tuck your hair behind your ear but he pulls out three roses leaving you bewildered.
“Will you, my love, be our valentine?” Steven says, wiggling his eyebrows.
There was a pregnant pause as you stared at Steven. In that few seconds, you had a quaint realization that you were the luckiest human on the planet. Not many people are blessed with a loving partner, but you? You were blessed, not with one, but with three. Your heart ran itself on overdrive as it tried to pump blood cells into your brain for you to answer Steven’s question.
“Of course,” you breathed. “Of course I’ll be your valentine, all three of you.”
You were blushing and you swear Steven could feel your cheeks burning from where he knelt when he gave you a big toothy grin. You hid your face in your hands and felt like a schoolgirl for a second.
“Oh no, darling, what’s wrong?” Steven says, gently prying your hands from your face.
It’s not like you forgot it was Valentine’s Day, it’s just that today was the first time anyone had asked you to be their Valentine. After a whirlwind few months of dating your best friend, happiness you felt had infatuated you to the point that the idea of Valentine’s Day had totally slipped from your mind.
“It’s my first Valentine’s Day.” you whisper with a small smile.
“Oh!” Steven exclaimed.
“You scared me a little, but I think you may have forgotten that it’s our first Valentine’s Day too, if it makes you feel any better.” He said soothingly, as he caressed your cheek with his fingers.
You nod and watch as he stood up and scooped you up into his arms, making you giggle.
“We promise to make it count.” he said firmly as he carried you to the bathroom.
☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
You come out of the bathroom a few minutes later to find a long, billowing sleeved lilac maxi dress that had a long slit up the front lying on the bed. You gaped at it for a while before you noticed the shade and smirked. Scanning the room for any sign of your boys, you sneaked into your secret compartment in the closet and pulled out a lacy lilac lingerie set that you had been saving, saying your goodbyes to it before putting it on. You quickly run through your hair and make up while Steven hopped in the shower.
Once you applied your kohl, Marc stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. Your eyes widen slightly to take his physique from the reflection of the mirror as he walks towards you.
“Stop checking me out, you perv!” He tutted before giving you a downward smile as you rolled your eyes.
He slung his arms around you and before you realized, he brought his hands to the back of your neck and with a click, left a beautiful white gold chain with a stone pendant.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart. A little gift to add to your otherworldly appearance.” He smiled before kissing the top of your head and smoothing out your curls.
You stared open mouthed at the chain, your fingers grazing the flat oval stone. The stone was a peculiar color and you didn’t recognise it. On one side your initials were carved with a tiny intricate sun beside it.
“Marc, baby, this is lovely- why are you smiling like that?” You looked at Marc who had a mischievous smile on his face.
Otherworldly appearance.
“Marc, you did not!” you gasped, grabbing the pendant for a closer look.
“I, in fact, did not do anything stupid.” Marc said chuckling, “Asked the boss for some help.”
“It’s bloody beautiful.” you cradled the moon rock pendant in your hands standing up to press a kiss onto Marc’s lips.
“Glad you liked it, honey,” he said, glancing at the clock. “Alright, give me a few minutes, then Jake will show you your next surprise.
There’s more ?!
☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
You hold tightly onto Jake's hands as he leads you through a grass field, a soft satin blindfold obscuring your vision. The fresh smells of earth and grass hit you first, making you take a deep breath. You could feel the breeze flow through your hair. You feel yourself gently being pulled down. Instead of sitting on grass, your skin was presented with the feeling of soft wool. You could feel Jake slipping your sandals off and a rustle of something.
“You can open your eyes now. I hope you like it.” Jake’s lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered.
Nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to see. Your eyes were delighted by the rolling meadow before you, continuous hills of green that never seemed to have an ending. The bright sun and the singing birds made you think that you had stepped right into paradise, the seclusion of the place convincing you of that fact even more. You looked down and gapped at the enormous crochet blanket that had two large picnic baskets and pillows that surrounded you and Jake. A bouquet of orchids that matched the color of your dresses was perched on your lap and you lifted your hand to graze the flowers.
“Oh boys! This is beautiful.” You exclaimed, throwing your arms around Jake’s neck and hugging him close.
A Valentine’s Day picnic was definitely up there on your list of cute things that you’d never thought you would experience. You watch as Jake opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for the both of you before handing you one. You clink your glass with his and take a sip, the floral aroma of the wine tickling your nose and the citrusy flavors bursting on your tongue. You found out that they had filled the picnic baskets to the brim with your favorite snacks and fruits.
The boys had a system of taking turns and after your first glass of wine had been drained, you found Steven staring at you with a dopey look on his face.
“Come on, I have something for you.” He said, patting his lap.
“What here? In the open?” your eyes widened slightly.
“Gods, not that genius, lay your head here.” Steven laughed, rolling his eyes.
He pulled out his notebook as you settled your head on his lap, staring up at him.
“I wrote something for you.” Steven started shyly.
You nodded, encouraging him to go on, excited for what was in store for you.
“I’ve heard stories of angels but never thought they were true, but in seeing you I have become a believer. I only wake up with the dream to see you, to hear the air that is filled with your honeyed voice and to feel the sand that blossoms like flowers at your feet. In your beauty, I perceive life and with you beside me, I recognise myself and sought to follow your shadows. Looking beyond your divine appearance and seeing your soul, I see the true colors of your heart. The moon and white clouds beautifully blend with each other, so who else is there to understand the desires of my heart? My heart is not like yours as it has gone through changes and my reality is confusing, but you’ve managed to create a painting that involves my troubled soul crossing with yours.”
When he finished, you thought that your heart had stopped for a second. The words sunk deep into your skin and stitched your heart from all its sorrows, drowning you in a sea of Steven’s undying love. You were quite frankly speechless from the passage he had read from you, wondering how someone could see you the way that he did.
“Steven, shit, that was beautiful.” Your eyes began to well up with tears as you sat up to capture his lips in a blazing kiss. “You really think of me like this?”
“All the time, my love.” he breathed.
You spent the next few hours just talking to your boys about everything and anything under the sun. Your short attention span and the buzz from the alcohol caused you to jump from one topic to the next like a live wire but the boys just chuckled and jumped along with you.
“It’ll be so cute to raise children in a place like this, quiet and sweet, away from the bustle of the city, just being ourselves.” you say, popping a grape into your mouth.
“Oh yeah for sure. By the way, remember the tiny police station we passed by? When the children grow up we’ll definitely find them there on a daily basis because the little delinquents will be your children.” Marc said, grinning from ear to ear.
You hurled a grape at him which bounced off his aviators.
“Fine! Our children, happy?”
“That’s right, our.” you huff, settling back into the pillows.
While you were snacking, Marc pulled his guitar out and started to sing for you. It was your favorite thing in the world, watching Marc’s fingers dance lightly as he strummed the strings, humming to the tune.
“Howlin’ green, green rocky road,
You promenade in green,
Tell me who you love,
Tell me who you love?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.
“I love you!” you giggle.
His sweet voice envelopes you like a warm blanket.
“When I go by Baltimore,
Ain't no carpet on my floor,
You come along, and follow me.”
“I’ll follow you wherever, my love.” You smile as he finishes with a flourish.
He continued to serenade you until it was Jake’s turn and he shooed you away to explore while he set up everything. You walked around until you spotted a bed of wild daisies, plucking them and making two crowns, one for you and one for Jake. When you got back, Jake had set up paint, brushes and two small sized canvases.
“Jake! I have a surprise for you, close your eyes please!” You say as you hide the flower crowns behind your back.
As soon as he closed his eyes, you lightly balanced the flowers atop his head of curls, holding a compact mirror in front of him before asking him to open his eyes.
He squinted at the mirror and smiled radiantly when he noticed the crown on his head.
“Where's yours?” he asked.
You presented your crown to him and he gently took it from you, placing it on your head and smoothing down your hair, kissing your forehead and nose.
“Mi reina.” Jake declared as he bowed, making his crown go slightly lopsided, extending his hand for you to take.
You blushed and took his hand, letting him help you sit down. The both of you then got onto painting. Almost immediately, Jake ditched the brushes and started painting with his fingers, scooping globs of paint and slathering it onto the canvas. You followed suit soon and found it much more fun, layering the paint with your fingers. You stop after a while, watching as Jake’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his lips cutely pursed together. You silently lean over, until you booped Jake’s nose with a tiny bit of blue paint.
Jake looked at you with wide eyes before crossing his eyes to look at his nose. He blinked twice and you jumped into action leaning over and kissing him dramatically with a big muah. He finally snaps out of his daze and wipes his fingers, pushing the art supplies aside before tackling you. He locks you in his embrace and pins you down with a smirk on his face. He then lowers his lips to yours and returns your kiss with a bigger one that sent you and him into a fit of giggles.
“I love you so much, all three of you.” you smile up at your boyfriends’ face, your heart feeling totally at ease.
“We love you too, angel. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
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Summary: Jake x reader. A little angsty but fluffy ending.
A/n: a lot of Spanish that doesn't really matter to the plot, so I'm not gonna translate.
Reader has scarlet with powers.
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- "but then, le dijo que no quería estar peleando, y todos estábamos viendo y..."
I got carried away with excitement as I was telling a story I considered funny to Jake. I liked the idea that because he spoke Spanish I could just let myself lose in my own native language.
- "I don't understand a thing you're narrating my darling, but you look so beautiful today"
That cut me off and I turned to look at the same face, but different person now. Did Steven really planned to come out right now in the middle of my conversation with Jake? Was Jake bored and just decided to switch and let my rambling for another alter. Of course that alter was going to be Steven.
- "hi, love, I'm sorry for the confusion, I was just gossiping with Jake", I kissed him sweetly and lay down with him before falling asleep. I still had a lot of doubts in my mind that I was sure I had to attend later.
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- "y luego...", I started my experiment again, there's no way Jake was going to switch so fast, he's been with me for like 10 minutes, it'll be too suspicious or exactly the answer I was looking for. "Pero, pues, no me quise meter porque ya sabes cómo es Tara cuando..."
His eyes looked hypnotized, paying full attention to my words, brows furrowed together for brief moments and his head supported by his hand while he nodded to my words.
- "Hi, Steven", I smiled, tho, inside it hurted knowing damn well what just happened.
- "it always amazes me how you can tell us appart without even saying anything"
I kissed him sweetly.
- "have a good night, my love"
- "you too, my darling"
I couldn't hold it anymore, I was so angry. I checked Steven, he was deep into his sleep, carefully I got out of bed and walked out of the apartment.
A sigh escaped my mouth before walking towards the window. I crawled out of it, the fresh and cold air of the night hitting my face and making me easen up, but not enough.
I flew to where I knew I could let myself go freely. An abandoned building.
I came crushing through the ceiling, all the way from the top, to the bottom. When I reached the bottom I grabbed the first thing that crossed my path, smashing it against the wall, repeating the same over and over and over.
How could he do that to me, was I boring? Where my stories boring? If it's not about sex it isn't worth it to even be out? Just spending time together at least, no, it wasn't enough for him, I wasn't enough.
I broke, smashed and exploded the whole building down, kneeling in front of it when it was almost just ashes. But the last line still ringed through my mind.
I wasn't enough.
Moon knight's pov.
I felt when y/n left the bed, I thought she was just going to the bathroom, but a fair amount of time passed and she didn't come back. Lazily I got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, my eyes not fully open and my steps clumsy.
- "babe", I knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you okay?"
I yawned and scratched the parts of my body that suddenly were itchy, as I grew more and more sleepy.
- "y/n?" I opened the bathroom door but there was no one there. "Y/n?!" I checked the entire apartment and she wasn't there.
- "this isn't funny, mi vida" I tried calling her but her phone was in the house, that's when I really got worried.
Until a spark caught my eye, outside the window.
The red lights glowing wild and standing out in the dark and lights dead city.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and got changed into my suit.
Y/n's pov.
I couldn't take it anymore, my powers blinked as I lowered my hands, my legs were shaking slightly and my head was spinning, making my vision go blurry.
Moon knight's pov.
When I arrived I was ready to fight whatever y/n was fighting, but an old building wasn't really a worthy opponent.
- "y/n?" I knelt in front of her, turning her slightly, caressing her cheek, she seemed fine, just tired. Taking her in my arms, we came back to the apartment, quickly taking my suit off.
Y/n's pov
Cold.
It was very cold.
I didn't like it, just wanted to stop feeling that coldness. I angrily groaned and tried to move, but my head felt heavy, trying to keep my eyes closed in case the lights could hurt them, but I started to open the slowly, very slowly.
- "too cold", I hugged my own body.
- "are you kidding me? You want me to burn my fingers?"
- "this is hot for you?", I whimpered and hugged myself tightly, putting my knees to my chest level.
- "stop complaining and we'll finish faster"
- "it's too cold"
He sighed in defeat.
- "fine", he turned the hot water knob just a little bit, but enough for my taste.
His touch was slow and careful, my hair was already washed when I woke up.
After picking me up from the bathtub and carrying me to the bed, get got me underwear and lay next to me.
- "can you explain to me what happened today?"
This wasn't Jake, it was softer.
- "thanks for going for me, Marc"
- "anytime, love, but that doesn't answer my question"
- "I got mad at Jake", I wasn't really maintaining eye contact. Too nervous and tired to even try.
- "why were you mad at Jake, love? What did he do?", he lifted my chin with his finger, everything was quiet, the whole moment was just us, which made me even more nervous to talk about what I felt, what happened... and how I couldn't really control my anger at the end.
- " can I talk to him?"
- "I thought your were mad at him"
- "I need to... please..."
He hugged me, making us spoon, him behind me, his arm snaked in front of me.
- "talk to me, mi Cielo"
- "do you think I'm boring? Does something I do makes you feel the need to stop listening to me so desperately you have to change alter"
- "what?", he whispered. I turned around, now facing him.
- "if you're not comfortable listening to something I'm saying, or you just find me annoying, you can just say so, and not make me waste my saliva", I said turning again so he was facing my back.
- "didn't mean to make you feel that way"
- "how did you expect me to react when you just changed to stop listening to me"
He just stayed silent and hold me tighter.
- "I don't always have the best responses, Steven does"
- "I wasn't telling the story to Steven, specially when I'm speaking Spanish", I closed my eyes, making sure I didn't get angry again.
- "tomorrow we're going to that new restaurant you told me about, and you're gonna tell me everything you want, and I'll listen"
- "you can tell me anything you want too, you can trust me", I said facing him again.
- "I know I can... I'm just not sure I deserve..."
- "don't you dare say that, mi Cielo, te amo, I love you with all my heart, and I always will, that's why I love speaking with you and spending time with you, just like I love doing any of those things with any of you three, but when I feel like you love doing it with me too"
- "I'm sorry", he grabbed my hand and kissed it
- "I'm sorry too", I kissed his hand too and he laughed.
- "I don't deserve you...", he smiled, "te amo"
- "te amo" I kissed him sweetly as we fell asleep holding each other.
The end :)
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Results of WIP Poll
Thank you to everyone who participated in my WIP poll! Here are the results, and I'd love to hear your thoughts on which character you think it was 🥰 In ranking order!
Tagging: @soft-girl-musings @writefightandflightclub @venting402 @musing-magpie @sleepy-timaeus @marc-spectorr
I was supposed to protect you, not fall in love with you (34.8%)
Pairing: Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, (Platonic) Steven Grant x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, (Unrequited) Marc Spector x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader
Fic Title: Reach for the Moon | Series Masterlist | Part I. The Breaking
Summary: To heal your broken heart and move on from your unrequited crush on Marc Spector, your family sends you to help establish your cousin’s bakery in Singapore for two years. You return to New York as a more confident woman, but you find yourself picking up the pieces of your broken heart (again) after meeting Marc as he continues to heal from his divorce. Sensing the pain and heartbreak between you and Marc, Jake steps in to create some distance to protect you, but he was never meant to fall in love with you. No Moon Knight AU.
In another world, I would have loved to do laundry and taxes with you (23.7%)
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader
Fic Title: Forever the Name on My Lips
Summary: Chasing an anomaly through the Spider-Verse, Miguel finds himself stranded in a house that seem so familiar, but unfamiliar at the same time. He expects to find his way out, but what he does not expect is to see you standing in the doorway, your eyes wide as if you have seen a ghost, a wedding ring on your finger, wearing one of his college shirts. In his universe, you and Miguel never made it, but in yours, he was your late husband buried six feet under.
The dragon eats the moon, and I am afraid you will consume me whole (16.3%)
Pairing: Namor of Talokan (K'uk'ulkan) x Filipina (Kapampangan) Sirena Fem!Reader
Fic Title: Where the Spirit Meets the Bones | Part 2 (Title TBD)
Summary: Part 2 of Where the Spirit Meets the Bones. After reuniting with his Sirena, the King of Talokan returns to Asia’s Pearl of the Orient to see her again, only to learn that his Sirena is not what she seems (aka her human backstory revealed).
I never break a promise, but I broke my promise to you and fell in love with you (14.8%)
Pairing: Marc Spector x WOC!Reader
Fic Title: A Thousand Cuts Cornelia Street
Summary: Heartbreak is something you and your friend, Marc Spector, are familiar with. After one night of drinking and tears, you and Marc make a promises to each other to never fall in love again, but you soon find yourself breaking that promise. But you’ll be alright, it’s just a thousand cuts
We were never meant to be, but came to be, and only in this way. (10.4%)
Pairing: Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader
Fic Title: We'll Always Have New York
Summary: Wanting to get out of California, you temporarily move to live with your aunt in New York to help take care of her after her fall. Not wanting you to spend your time looking after her, she suggests setting a blind date between you and one of her old coworkers, only for him to stand you up at the restaurant. Mortified and heartbroken, you seek refuge at a nearby coffee shop where you meet a taxicab driver, Jake Lockley. Takes place before the events of Moon Knight.
#moon knight x reader#jake lockley x reader#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel ohara x reader#spiderman 2099 x reader#spider-man 2099 reader#namor x reader#k'uk'ulkan x reader#marvel imagines#moon knight imagines#moon knight imagine#across the spiderverse imagines#across the spider-verse imagines#miguel ohara imagines#miguel o'hara imagines#steven grant imagines#marc spector imagines#jake lockley imagines#namor imagines#black panther imagines#moon knight x you#jake lockley x you#marc spector x you#steven grant x you#miguel ohara x you#miguel o'hara x you#namor x you#k'uk'ulkan x you
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