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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 1 month

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Free Ride

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: T •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

Summary: Your taxi driver is surprisingly familiar.

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A/N: Set in London, Jake is driving a black cab in my mind for some reason.

Warnings: Jake being mistaken for Steven, kisses, awkward silences, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1161

You got into the cab quickly, the cold night air raking its nails over your skin. You pulled your coat a little higher and shivered.

The bar crawl hadn’t exactly gone to plan. Two of your friends had had to check out early, and a third had hooked up with someone they’d met while getting a round. You’d decided to call it a night.

“Hi,” you greeted the driver, about to give your address when you pause in surprise. “Steven?”

Jake freezes, watching your reflection in the rear view mirror.

“Steven Grant, you, you live on the floor above me.” You smile. “I didn’t realise you drove a cab?”

He swallows, raising his chin up in a nod, his mind racing. He’d left it far too long to deny it. “I… just, part time.” He spoke quietly, adding a croak to his voice to disguise the difference in accent.

“You okay?”

“Yeah… cold.” He tapped his throat, “so, erm, home?”

You nod, “yeah. Sorry you’re unwell, hope you feel better soon.”

He shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

You nod again, something about the energy in the cab seemed… odd. Different. You were on pretty good terms with Steven since he’d helped you out when you were lugging your shelves up the stairs (they were too wide for the lift.) You chatted when you ran into each other going out or coming back. Somehow you both usually ended up going to the local sainsbury’s at the same time for your weekly shop and had kind of settled into a not exactly planned routine where you would wait for each other and do it together.

Steven talked. A lot. In the best way possible. Excitedly and passionately. Bubbly and enthusiastic. He genuinely listened as well, asking follow up questions and nodding. But even when he was listening, he wasn’t quiet. Always adding in ‘hmms’ and ‘oh right’, and little snippets of commentary that warmed your heart.

Now he was quiet. Pulled in and zipped up.

Maybe it was just the cold making his throat hurt. You’d have to get him something to help, maybe tomorrow you could knock on with some ginger, lemon, and honey tea.

Maybe, maybe, maybe…

You stilt your head to the side as you watch him drive. He takes a turn smoothly, travelling down the late night roads without as much as a pause. Or a word.

It just didn’t make sense.

How unlike Steven he was being. You pause, for a second entertaining the idea that he wasn’t actually him. But that made no sense did it? He’d have to be an identical twin, and besides, he was talking you back to your flat. If he wasn't Steven, how would he know where you lived?

“I didn’t know you could drive?” You say, speaking up a little to try to hide the spike of nervousness that had settled in your gut. You had been so sure that he’d told you he couldn’t… though had that just been an excuse? A reason to tag along with you when you went food shopping? Was his quietness now embarrassment from being caught out?

“Hmm,” he nodded, glancing back at you again in the rear view mirror. “I don’t mention it… much.”

You nod. “Yeah.” You pick at your fingernails as he drums his hands against the steering wheel, waiting for the light to change.

The silence stretches out, almost blanketing the low grumble of the engine. It’s sickening. Nerve wrecking.

“How’s work?” You blurt out, and then quickly clarify. “Both I mean, how’s driving going today and how’s the museum?” He glances back at you again, the action is starting to remind you of a priest in a confessional.

“It’s all… normal.”

“Normal?”

“Fine. Normal.”

You don’t speak again until he pulls up by the block of flats, putting on the handbrake and getting into neutral. He puts his hands on his lap, folded neatly with his palms facing upwards.

“How much do I owe you?” You ask.

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s on me.”

“Stev-”

He turns quickly, flicking off his seatbelt in a practised move so that he can twist his body fully around to face you.

For a moment you think he’s going to say something, reveal some grand secret but instead he pauses before giving you a very weak smile.

“It’s on me.” His voice is quiet, barely there at all. And, for the briefest second you could have sworn that his accent was different.

“Thank you.”

He shrugs politely, dismissing it as if it was nothing.

Before he can turn away you reach out for his shoulder, the action instinctive and leaving you lost for a reason why you did it.

He glances at your hand for a second before looking back to your face.

You lean forward. “Thank you.” You repeat softly, and slowly kiss his left cheek, giving him plenty of time to pull away and rebuff you if he wanted to.

Instead he leans slightly into the touch, swallowing and turning his head towards you. His nose brushes against yours and you think he’s going to turn back to facing the wheel, but instead he presses his lips to yours hesitantly.

You squeeze his arm, surprised but responsive as you kiss him back.

He kisses you slowly, but intentionally. Swiping the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip before opening your mouth with his own and licking inside. He groans, low in his chest as the kiss becomes hungrier, boarding on desperation as he presses as close to you as he physically can in his position.

When suddenly he pulls back, blinking heavily. A mumbled, ‘sorry’, just escaping his lips.

“It’s okay.” Your voice is quiet too, your mind only just catching up with what happened.

He turns back, putting his seatbelt on with a click and staring straight ahead. “Have a good night.”

“I, erm, I’ll see you later.” You mutter as you get out, feeling almost shaky from what just happened. Your thoughts reeling.

You get up to your flat in a daze. You’d kissed him, well, he’d kissed you. Did that mean anything? Had you done something to chase him off?

You change into your pyjamas and brush your teeth, staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror.

There’s a soft knock at your front door and you freeze. Wait.

Maybe it’s a neighbor's door. Maybe it’s noise from another flat.

There’s a knock again, still soft and your phone buzzes. A message from Steven, ‘can we talk?’

Fuck.

You head to the door, checking the peep hole and confirming that yes, it is Steven outside your door. You unlock and open it quickly.

“Steven, I-”

You don’t get a chance to finish your sentence before he moves forward quickly and kisses you deeply. His hands settle on your hip, the back of your neck as he walks you further inside and kicks the door shut with the heel of his foot.

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vampirzina · 3 months

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Hi! Can you do the pet headcannon thing with the moonknight system with a hedgehog, rabbit, or fish? Because I have all three! ♥️

warning(s): gn pronouns, spikes, fluff, sfw, established relationship, mdni

notes: an old request. it will be answered now .. 🤍

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Someone like Marc Spector wouldn’t have much of a reaction, at first.

— A rabbit and fish, fine. As long as they aren’t too clingy, he can deal with it.

— He may pay more attention to the kinder and more unassuming of your trio, the rabbit, but it’s not much more attention than he gives you. It’s more of fleeting affectionate moments between them.

— But when your hedgehog becomes rather picky and seems totally averse to his touch, he leaves them alone and doesn’t try. However, if they bite, he’d complain to you about it.

“I can’t not tell them to bite. It’s probably because you keep ignoring them,” you stated rather annoyedly. “Why don’t you try and be nice?”

— Helping him befriend your hedgehog was actually… Endearing, in a way. But he still doesn’t go looking for them on his own (he likes your rabbit more, and although he doesn’t say so, it’s obvious).

— After a long day, if you so happen not to be there or away, he finds comfort in your rabbit the most.

Steven Grant is more attentive than his peers, and he gets along fast with your pets.

— Obviously, he’s more into your fish. If they’re not an aggressive breed, he thinks they could make a good friend for Gus and offers to move them in with each other. Your fish is never not spoiled, having just as many nice things as Gus.

— Your fish is the first thing he checks on when you both come home, and the last thing he checks on when he leaves.

— He’s okay with your rabbit, and if you looked hard enough, there’s a resemblance in them. Still, he lets them relax on his lap as he’s looking over something some nights.

— As for your hedgehog, he’s nice to them, but their adamance on avoiding him when he’s next to you is a little saddening. He retracts his hand at the slightest flare of spikes.

— Unlike Marc, he doesn’t need you to tell him to make an effort to befriend them. He apologizes to your “Gus,” who is used to his attention, to focus on making the hedgehog comfortable enough.

— Treats them like a baby, honestly. You’d come home one day to a balled up hedgehog napping on him

“Home late, aren’t you,” he didn’t need to look up from his flip phone as he mashes at the buttons, arms caging the resting ball of spikes on his lap. “How was work?”

— He’d be lying if he said he loved them all equally, but his bond with your rabbit and hedgehog have tripled.

Jake Lockley wouldn’t pursue it, at first.

— He would eye them as the ones with feet would patter around, and he’s become warier of where he steps, especially because of the hedgehog.

— He’d be standing in the kitchen when they nipped at his ankle, and when he’d curse at the pinch, he wouldn’t become upset with them per se, but he’d frustratedly keep his ankles off the floor.

— He’d maintain a sort of roommate-like relationship with them, for the most part. The way he’d bond with them, over time, would actually be because he’d take the hedgehogs shedded spike and poke you with it.

A swift hand comes to slap your partner at the sudden sharp poke. Jake laughs when you give him a scowl.

“Throw that away. Matter of fact,” you grumbled, but you sat up anyway to snatch it from him. “Give it to me.”

— He’d come to like your hedgehog the most out of all your pets. Your rabbit was a rabbit, fine, and your fish swam and did things; but none of them had the potential to tease and pester you like your hedgehog.

— He calls them by a different name than what you named them, and you reckon if you didn’t keep an eye on him, he’d have your hedgehog for himself.

— It’s definitely become one of his favorite animals.

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shadystarlightgentlemen · 2 years

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The Moon Boy’s React to You Calling Them “My Life” in Their First/Second Language

A/N: First fic on this blog!! Wooo! Hope you like it <3

Warnings: none, major fluff, slight angst?, I used Google Translate so I apologize if anything is incorrect!!

Gender neutral reader, but use of prince and princess in Spanish

Steven

Steven had never felt such joy in his life besides when he first asked you out and you said yes

He was just walking into your shared apartment, a tired yet relieved look on his face

Donna was up his ass all day and it really pissed him off, but coming home to you made the tension in his shoulders and frustration disappear

“Hi Elliott, how was your day?” “Hi ma vie, it was alright. How was work?”

He stops breathing. Straight up. He just stands there and stares at you

He knew French was a common language and mostly used for it’s romantic sound, but it was coming from you

You learned a little bit of French just to make him happy and he fell harder in love with you for it

He knew you loved him, of course he did, how could he not?

You made that it very clear every second of the day from your random cute texts to making him tea just before he enter the door from work to the randoms love notes you place all over the apartment, but to call him your life? Oh his heart

He melted on the spot, he’s literally just a puddle

After he calmed his heart and tamed the ferocious blush on his cheeks, he tackles you in a hug, peppering your face with kisses and grinning like an idiot. An idiot in love.

"Mon ange, mon amour, mon cœur, mes étoiles c'était incroyable! Je vous aime!"

Marc

Oh baby boy

Touch starved baby boy

He wasn’t use to displays of affection, platonic or otherwise

His poor little heart

He had just gotten back from getting lunch for you and him, he was not ready for the bomb you were about to drop on him

He didn’t have a bad day per say, he was just so mentally tired, he almost didn’t recognize the Arabic passing through your lips

“Hey Y/n, I got you your favorite.” “Hayati, thank you! Did you grab the mail on your way up? I’m expecting a package and-Marc? Are you ok?“

Look what you did, you made him cry

He hasn’t even closed the front door before he’s crying and staring at you

You got up to make sure he was physically ok when he collapsed in your arms, desperately grabbing at your shirt and pulling you oh so close

He had never felt so loved, so appreciated, so soft

You life? He’s your life? Really?? You promise??

He was always so scared of messing up your relationship, but this eased any insecurities for at least a week

“Ana ahibuk.”

Jake

Jake is the most romantic alter, Steven coming in close second of course, but when Steven isn’t getting you flowers or sending you little notes, Jake is picking up a little more around the apartment, making you food, and giving you messages

He has such a bleeding heart for you, you don’t understand

He would do anything for you, all you have to do is ask

After a particulaly long night protecting the travelers of the night, he came home all bruised and tired

You had just sat down when he came plopping himself next to you and laying his head in your lap, ignoring the aching and pounding in his limbs and head

“Holà, príncipe/princesa.” “Holà mi vida! I got some pizza on the counter if you want any ok?“ “What?” “There’s pizza on the counter from your favorite place downtown and-” “No, no, no before that, what’d you say?” You didn’t even get a chance to respond

Jake had sat up and kissed you like you were his only source of oxygen

Hearing his first language on your tongue sent shock waves of happiness and love down his spine, he couldn’t even feel his sprained wrist and multiple broken ribs anymore

After he was done taking your breath away, he rested his forehead on yours

“You mean that? ¿Realmente significo tanto para ti?” “I love you, Jake, of course I mean it.”

Jake was down bad and by the wide grin and love sick sigh, he was more than happy to roll over and dive deeper in love

Fist of Vengeance be damned, he was so soft for you

“Te amo mi principe/princesa. Eres lo mejor que me ha pasado.”

Ma vie = My life

Mon ange, mon amour, mon cœur, mes étoiles c'était incroyable! Je vous aime = My angel, my love, my heart, my stars, that was amazing! I love you

Hayati = My life

Ana ahibuk = I love you

Holà, príncipe/princesa = Hi, prince/princess

Holà mi vida = Hi my life

¿Realmente significo tanto para ti? = Do I really mean that much to you?

Te amo mi principe/princesa. Eres lo mejor que me ha pasado = I love you my prince/princess. You are the best thing that’s happened to me

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savemefromanepicoftimewasted · 2 years

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He's Good With Cats

Jake Lockley X GN!Reader There was just one little downside to finally being able to sleep at night for the two of you. Luna, and Minx, the two cats you and Jake had adopted when Marc had moved back to the states. a/n:this is my first gender neutral fic! but also let's be real Lockley is 100% a cat guy and we love him for it

The air was chilled, curling around the room like a thick blanket as the couple slept peacefully buried under the duvet in their bed. Jake had wrapped himself around you like a koala, giving you enough heat that you’d been able to fall asleep with no issue. Normally with it being so cold you’d always struggle to sleep, but with Jake’s body heat you’d hit the pillow and knock right out.

Jake was thankful you were able to sleep, he’d seen how much your insomnia would keep you up all night, much like Steven’s would. Thankfully his wasn’t as severe anymore, not after learning about Marc and Jake. There was just one little downside to finally being able to sleep at night for the two of you. Luna, and Minx, the two cats you and Jake had adopted when Marc had moved back to the states.

Jake had been the first alter to meet you during a mission, he’d been dealing with Khonshu’s usual bullshit when you’d both run into one another. He refused to admit he’d been smitten right away, that it took more time for him to fall in love. In reality, Jake had fallen in love with you almost immediately, smitten with the person that you were through and through.

So once they got back to Steven’s flat in London, Jake couldn’t stop thinking about you, about the amazing person that you were, and he was determined to find you once more. Steven on the other hand didn’t want to leave, he’d had too many memories inside the small flat. Marc didn’t want to argue with either alter, refusing to give his two cents when it came to moving. Jake had relented, texting you whenever given the chance, and apologizing that he couldn’t contact you sooner. They could see how much he loved you, how upset he was that he couldn’t actually be there with you.

“C’mon Jake, I can see it whenever you text them, what’s going on?” Marc was trying to see why Jake had been so closed off lately, the other alter only coming out for missions.

I don’t think he’s going to say anything, he hasn’t talked to us in weeks.Steven had been worried whenever he fronted, unable to feel Jake’s presence whenever he was able to front, going about his day.

“Steven, don’t do that, I’m just trying to see what’s wrong,” Marc had been trying everything he could to figure out what was wrong.

Just leave him alone, if he wants to front then we’ll give him space, and if not then that’s fine too.

Marc sighed, there truly was no point in beating a dead horse at this rate, if Jake didn’t want to front, he couldn’t force him to come out.The flat was quiet for another two days before Jake made an appearance, it was obvious that something was bothering him. Marc had barely noticed when his reflection changed, that Jake was suddenly staring back at him for a moment before turning so that Marc couldn’t notice.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?” Marc didn’t turn to look at him, simply sipped at his coffee while waiting for a response.

Jake looked ready to hide, to leave the headspace entirely and forget this entire interaction was even happening.

‘There was someone I met, but I don’t think they’re going to wait for me, I can’t give them anything to even wait for,’

Marc frowned, when had Jake had time to meet someone? He never mentioned it before.

Is that why you wanted to move? Because you met someone during that mission in New York?‘They know about you by the way, not that it matters,’

Marc went to ask about you, to see what was going on, unfortunately Jake decided to make himself scarce before Marc, or Steven could ask anymore questions.

“You know what? Maybe it is time to move back home, we only have so many opportunities out here anyway,” Marc had been thinking about moving for a while, the flat held so many negative memories.

As long as it’s your decision, I won’t argue.Marc knew he’d miss the flat, along with Steven, but deep down he couldn’t stay somewhere that they weren’t going to be happy. And if it meant Jake could find you once more, well that was a secret for him to know.

Jake had rolled onto his back, the pair of you starting to sweat due to his body heat and the massive amount of blankets you’d crawled under. Though he refused to roll any farther away, just in case you needed him at any moment.

Luna popped her head into the room, noticing that both her owners were still asleep, Minx curled up in her own cat bed by the window. Ignoring the black cat, her sister as both you and Jake had begun calling her, Luna made her way over to the bed. She wanted her own cuddles, and Jake was going to be the person she got them from.

Hopping onto the bed she walked over to the sleeping man, crawling over the blankets to where his lap was. Jake hadn’t so much as stirred, snoring softly as he slept peacefully in the chilled room. Luna decided the next best thing to wake up her favorite parent was to start kneading the blanket, nails digging into the plush duvet.

Jake stirred for a moment, confused as to what was going on. The moon was still high in the sky, and Khonshu hadn’t bothered them for any missions lately, so why was he awake. The sound of purring pulled his attention away from the window, of course it was Luna.

“Hey pretty girl, what’re you up to?” Jake ran a hand along her back, smiling when she plopped down onto his chest.

Luna rubbed against his bearded cheek, purring louder as he pulled the duvet over her soft body. Jake loved when the cats cuddled in bed with you guys, it only really happened whenever you each had a day off, or the weather was shitty and you guys didn’t want to leave the apartment.

“You just wanted to cuddle with daddy, didn’t you?” Jake chuckled, reaching a hand over to where you laid.

It was obvious you weren’t going to wake up anytime soon, which wasn’t an issue for Jake seeing as he wanted to make sure you slept. Minx was still asleep in her little bed, tail wrapped around her body as if for protection.

She reminded Jake of himself at times, trying to use everything he could to protect himself, but all he really needed was you. Things felt so good with you, Jake, along with Steven, and Marc, were all happy. Maybe he could convince the other two that it was time to propose, he’d been thinking about it for a while, and with things finally calming down he felt happy.

“Maybe I will go down and get a ring tomorrow,” Jake rubbed Luna’s back down to her tail, wincing slightly as her nails dug into his chest.

Luna was clearly on board, and he knew Minx wouldn’t complain if her parents got engaged, and later on, married, so Jake would do it. For now though, he would get some more sleep with his fur baby, and his love.

Sweet dreams.

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stevengrant-enthusiast · 1 year

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Drunken Confessions

note: Hello!1 I'm having brain rot and currently procrastinating on my research paper. and instead, I wrote this. This is the first fic I've ever written, so please be kind! Please excuse any grammatical mistakes (I wrote this at 2 am). I don't know if anyone will actually read the shit that I post here, but I'm just gonna use this blog as a creative outlet. Love ya'll and enjoy

SUMMARY: You are sad because of Jake Lockley. You are drunk. You tell him that you are sad in your drunk state. That's it.

Pairing: Jake Lockley x gn!Reader (Marc and Steven mentioned)

Rating: fluff! and angst?? Kissing. idk

Warnings: ***I DO NOT HAVE DID** Unrealistic depiction of DID. If I wrote something that is offense, please let me know and I'll fix it ASAP. mentions of alcohol. Established relationship. No use of y/n.

Word Count:900

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Drinking when sad is never a good idea. But when your friends drag you along their bar hopping adventures on a Saturday in London, you already knew that getting pissed drunk was inevitable even before the night began.

Your shit attitude tonight didn’t arise from the fact that you were late to your work today or because your boss chewed you out for a mistake your co-worker made on a report, but rather something- or someone- else. Jake Lockley.

It’s so stupid. You know Jake. He’s a night owl and your schedules don’t really match up. He didn’t mean for it to happen but you guys have just been out of sync lately. And before he knew it, it had almost been 2 weeks since you last saw each other. But as the days went on, you couldn’t help but feel that a piece of you was missing- like a black and empty void growing bigger and bigger everyday.

You guessed that tonight (plus the alcohol) was the final straw, the tipping moment that sent you into a dizzy nightmare of paranoia. Or more realistically, your sobriety had left you along with your rationale and critical thinking skills, because by the end of the night, you had fallen into the deep conspiracy that Jake was avoiding you. He didn’t love you anymore and never wanted to see you again.

And before you could clear your head of this catastrophe of a thought, you were at their doorstep. Still drunk and wobbly.

Slowly, you give three knocks on the door and it opens almost immediately- it’s Jake. You figure (even in your drunken state) from his hat and tie that he is on his way out for the night shift as a cab driver. It’s Saturday night, so yeah. A lot of drunk strangers are probably looking for a ride back home at this hour.

But right now, you see him. In his white shirt. A little scruff of a beard. You didn’t mean to cry, but you couldn’t help the tears that fell fervently at the beautiful sight of him.

“Mi vida?! What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?”

Of course his mind would go to that. But instead of answering, you just look at him with glassy eyes and a slight frown. His eyes are blown open with concern and his brows in a furrow. His hands are readily reaching out in a desperate attempt to comfort you.

You subside the tears for a moment to gather the courage to ask him the impending question that has been bothering you for the past couple hours.

“Jake.. Where have you been? I missed you..”

His face relaxes and tilts slightly up in realization. He pulls you inside the flat by the waist and holds you close.

“Lo siento mi alma… I’ve been so busy lately. I’ve neglected you.”

Your heart breaks silently at his words. Here’s Jake, busting his ass on his job. Dealing with annoying drunks every night and coming home at the crack of dawn. And you’re selfishly centering yourself in his problems. You look up at him with a face somehow sadder than before.

“No, no. Don’t be sorry. you didn’t do anything wrong. I- I just thought you didn’t want to see me anymore. I’m sorry.”

“That's insane mi corazón, you know that. But I'm so sorry for making you feel that way. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“It's just.. just sometimes I'm too sensitive I guess. And.. I feel like I'm not there for you when you need my support or anything else.”

You choke on your words as they come up. In an attempt to fight the tears that are on the verge of spilling, you bite your lower lip and bury your face into his chest, soaking up his white shirt.

Jake gently cups your face in his big hands and tilts it to meet your gaze. He looks at you with his puppy dog eyes that kind of remind you of Steven. But unlike Steven, his look carries a sternness behind them. It's a bittersweet look, but it tells you that he's here for you. And he is serious about you.

“No. You’re perfect for me. You don't owe me anything. And I’ve missed you too, angel. so much.”

“I care about you Jake. I wanna know what you’re up to, y’know? I wanna hear about your day..”

“I know love. I’ll come out more often I swear. I guess I didn’t want to bother when you spend time with Steven or Marc.”

Your heart swoons at him concerning over your relationship with the other moonboys. You love them all equally so so much.

And the truth is, of course Jake missed you. Everything about you. But for him, just seeing you through the eyes of Marc and Steven was enough. The mere sight of you gave him all the strength he needed to go on about his day. He just forgot for a second that you also need him as well. The thought makes his heart warm and he smiles.

“I wanna spend time with you too, dumbass!” you reply.

You both start laughing and before you know it, you’re kissing him. It's a little sloppy, given your state, but it's with earnest conviction. You kiss him like he’s water and you’re dying of dehydration on a blazing desert. It’s a kiss that’s gentle yet powerful, both parties so needy but cautious. It’s crazy. You didn’t know you were capable of giving and receiving so much love before meeting these three. And you thank the stars for letting their paths cross with yours.

To your disliking, you part from his lips.

“When do you have to leave?” you ask.

He checks his phone for the time.

“In thirty or forty minutes? Why?”

At his response, you crash your lips back onto his face and push him to the bedroom.

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THANK YOU FOR READING. Maybe ill write a part two if I can gather the courage to write smut.. As of now, I can't do it without getting into a laughing fit all alone in my dorm, making me look like the JokerTM. (I think my roommates are worried).

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x gender neutral reader #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fic #oscar issac #marvel #mcu #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you

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tomurderornottomurder · 2 years

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used; marc spector & steven grant & jake lockley

pair. marc spector & steven grant & jake lockley x gn!reader

summ. your mother figure uses you and upsets you so much that you stumble to steven's apartment and all three of the boys try to comfort you

gen. hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

tw. vague emotional abuse, mentions marc's abusive mom, toxic parental relationships, a death threat (from jake to ur mom, kind of), and mentions food at the end

wc. 1000+

note. vent fic sorry :( also tried giving the boys equal time but idk how well i did. also i feel like this is kinda all over the place but eh

It's a strange thing for the person who's supposed to be like a mother to you to use you as she does. And now that you stop letting her use you like the piece of meat you feel like, she's sad and angry and disappointed. And your heart feels choked up and you're crying now. You lose your appetite and are sick to your stomach. You very much want to throw yourself into a street. But unfortunately for you, your body takes over as you retreat inside your mind, leading you to Steven's apartment. Your body slumps you against his door and quickly it's opened.

"What are you doing here?" Jake asks. Then he sees the tears and Steven takes over.

"Dear?" He bends down, caressing your cheek. "Come on," He wraps an arm around you and leans you against him, wrapping an arm around you, and guiding you inside.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," You mutter over and over again into his shoulder as your head falls against him.

"What?" Steven looks at you with curious, concerned eyes as he sits next to you on the edge of his bed. "What have you got to be sorry for?" He takes a hold of your hand, rubbing his thumb over the top of it.

You shake your head, "No, no, no." You squeeze your eyes shut and more and more tears fall.

Steven's face falls before Marc fronts.

Marc pulls you into his chest, combing his fingers through your hair at the back of your head. "Hey," He whispers, "Can you please tell me what's wrong?"

You start to hiccup as your cries grow worse. "I'm sorry," You howl out.

"Sorry for what, sweetheart?" Marc leans in close his forehead lightly pressing against yours almost a feather-like touch and the warmth of his breath fans against your face.

Your eyes flicker up, looking into his. Your lips immediately curl down further; a significant grimace. "I don't wanna talk about it," You manage to answer with quivering lips and bleary eyes. "Please, I don't wanna-" You're cut off by Marc pulling you against him again.

He rubs one hand up and down your back. His other hand cradles your head. Marc closes his eyes and Steven takes his place.

Steven pulls back, holding the base of your neck, looking at you so sympathetically. He shakes a little bit before he leans in pressing kisses against your forehead. It's something he only does when he knows you're having an especially hard time. "What can I do, love?" His forehead presses against yours almost like Marc's had but he's a little more confident in touching you (which any other time would not be the case).

Your lips quiver as you look into his eyes and he holds your hands. Then you watch Steven's eyes roll back and hear Jake's voice.

"Who's the pendejo I have to kill?"

That actually makes you laugh. Jake was always quick to anger but it was just because he was very protective of you, of Marc and Steven too; that's just his nature. He's a natural-born protector if you will. You look at him with eyes that are far brighter than they've been and you give his hands a little squeeze. "I don't want you to kill my mom… or anyone for that matter."

"Your mom?" He asks softly. His eyes are soft as he looks at you and it makes you want to cry even more.

"Yeah…" You nod. You know this is a sore topic given Marc's mom's treatment of them. You look away, not able to meet his gaze. You sniffle and bring up a hand to your nose holding it there for a second before bringing it up further to wipe the tears from your eyes. Your other hand still holds his and your breath hitches when he gives it a squeeze.

"Your mom, what did she do?" He squeezes your hand again gently.

"She just- She used me for something." You swallow, feeling a lump form in your throat. "That's all I wanna say right now," You drop your head and lean your body forward, softly crashing your head against his shoulder.

"Okay," You hear Jake say and you assume he's talking to Marc and Steven. He then leans his head down, whispering in your ear, "We're gonna take care of you, cariño mío (my dear)." And you know he means it, his words are always true (not that Steven or Marc's aren't). He pulls you against him as he moves across the bed to sit up against the headboard while you lay on top of him. He runs his hand over your upper body, rubbing gently at your back and sides.

A few hours later. Your head rests in your hand as you sit watching Marc in the kitchen. After laying with Jake for a while, then Steven as he rambled on about Egypt, and then Marc just in silence, he saw the time and decided to cook for the both of you. And you happily watch him now, feeling a lot better than earlier but still somber. It's only natural after all. A smile tugs at your lips as Marc does a little trick for you, looking at you with a goofy smile -something you only see once in a blue moon, he's always so serious.

Another ten minutes go by and he plates the food before setting it out on the table, in front of you and himself. You two sit and eat quietly. You hum, savoring the taste. Marc's always been good at cooking, he just never really gets to exercise the skill. You compliment his cooking and the rest of the time is spent in comfortable silence. Marc finishes eating way before you do and reaches out for your hand, holding it gently while rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You look at him and smile and he does the same.

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deadqueerboys · 2 years

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Jake: Alright, you've figured out all the nicknames I've given you, do you know what mi luna means?

Y/n: No, why?

Jake: Good, it means a bad thing, asshole.

(Mi luna = My Moon)

#x gn reader #gn reader #moon knight incorrect quotes #incorrect moon knight quotes #moon knight x y/n #moon knight x reader #x reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #jake x reader #mr knight #oscar isaac moon knight #jake lockley x gn!reader #jake lockley x gender neutral reader

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writingformyblorbos · 2 years

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Si un día

Jake Lockley × gn!Reader Summary: You meet a cab driver the night you leave a relationship. Warnings: Mentions of DID, unhealthy relationships, infidelity, and canon typical violence. Not proof read. Word count: 4.5k a/n: This story is based on a poem written by Colombian author Gabriel García Márquez called "Si un día", and as soon as I read it, I just KNEW I had to write something with Jake (Let's be honest, my boo doesn't get as much love as he should). I hope this is an improvement from the mess that part 5 of ica turned out to be. I hope you enjoy this!

Si un día quieres llorar, llámame,

Heavy water drops hit against the pavement of the street and thunder could be heard in the distance. Your lack of umbrella made your dampened clothes cling onto your skin, and you could no longer tell if your face was so wet because of the rain or because of you crying non-stop.

Alone, you stood in the middle of the ruthless storm, suitcases full of your belongings right next to you, trying to fetch a cab to take you as far away as humanly possible from that place.

After what seemed like an eternity of waving your hand, one taxi driver had been decent enough to make a stop for you.

Hastily, you pulled your bags inside the car, apologizing to the driver for taking too long in doing so.

“Where can I take you?” he asked.

Where were you going? You had nowhere else to go. You had moved out of your old apartment about a year ago and had no relatives nor friends nearby to crash with.

You remained silent for a while, thinking about what your next move would be.

“Do you know any cheap hotels nearby? I need somewhere to spend the night.”

“Sure,” the driver replied and pulled out of the driveway and into the street.

Working as a cab driver, Jake had seen many people from all over the place, heard and taken part in many stories, some good, and others not so good. The usual for someone in his line of work. However, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt that bad for a person.

His heart sank in his chest whenever he caught a glimpse of you through the rear-view mirror, your nose reddened, your eyes puffy, and as if it wasn’t enough for you, absolutely soaked from head to toe.

The drops of water on the window raced to the bottom in a similar fashion to the tears on your face, reflecting the lights adorning the streets as they merged into one.

You thought it to be beautiful. Two water droplets, combining in order to reach a common goal. Or was one leading the other one directly to its downfall, selfish enough to bring the other drop down with itself?

Your finger traced a droplet on the glass as it made its way to the bottom.

“Two years.”

“Excuse me?” Jake was caught off guard by your brief comment.

Normally, you wouldn’t share your problems with strangers; that was something reserved for your therapy sessions. Yet you figured bottling up your resentment and anger wouldn’t do you any good. Besides, you would most likely never see him again, right?

“I spent two years in a relationship,” you continued, “Gave up on a lot of things. Turned down so many opportunities. All in the name of keeping things afloat. To keep the relationship going.”

Jake stepped on the breaks at the sight of the red light, his brows furrowed as he paid careful attention to your words.

“And for what?” you scoffed, “To end up getting cheated on?” your voice broke while saying that last sentence.

You shook your head, disappointed of yourself. In hindsight, there had been signs of an affair. Minuscule hints. You had your suspicions; whether you hadn’t noticed or had decided to look past them, it didn’t matter anymore. Today, everything had become crystal clear. Catching them red handed was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

How could you have been so dumb? Regardless, it was far too late to regret things. Wishing to change them wouldn’t do a thing. Even if you could somehow travel back in time, the sentiment behind the cheating still stood. The need for cheating might have come from a lack of adequacy from your part.

“Maybe no matter how hard I tried, I would never be enough,” you whispered.

Jake couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of your mouth. You got cheated on and you blamed yourself for it?

He opened the glove box to reach for a box of tissues he kept for emergencies such as this one and handed them to you.

Yes, it was a small gesture, nevertheless, you lightened up a bit. He didn’t seem to be judging you either, his brown eyes staring at you understandingly.

The light turned green, the cab continuing its trajectory.

no prometo hacerte reír, pero puedo llorar contigo.

It took a while for him to break the silence, mostly because he was uncertain as to how to approach such a sensitive topic, “From what I’m hearing, you tried your best. If your partner took it for granted, then that’s on them.”

Despite his best efforts, his words came out somewhat harsh and unfiltered. Jake was a man of many skills: he was a good hitman and an even better cabbie; on the other hand, having heart-to-heart conversations with his passengers wasn’t exactly his forte.

You thought perhaps his words had some truth to them. At least, you hoped they did.

“For what it’s worth, relationships are overrated. The media paints them as something magical, but it’s all bullshit, right?” Jake chuckled. You remained silent, though. Again, his specialty was beating up guys, not comforting others.

You understood where he was coming from, and even appreciated his attempt at making you feel better, but it didn’t really fizzle out the betrayal in your gut.

“My bad, I didn’t mean to—”

“No, you’re sort of right,” you interrupted him, wiping away your tears with a tissue. “Things are a lot more complicated than what they make it out to be on tv.”

About ten minutes later, Jake parked in front to the main entrance of a hotel and exited the pilot’s seat to help you with your bags.

“It’s no fancy place. Their sheets smell kinda weird and the elevator is often out of service,” he placed the suitcase in front of him, “but compared to other hotels I’ve been at, this is the most decent one.”

“Thanks,” you replied and paid him.

Jake entered his car, relatively satisfied by knowing you would have a place to safely spend the night.

Before he left off, you knocked on the glass window of the cab, to which he lowered the window so he could hear you.

“Is there any way I can call you? You know, in case I need a ride,” you asked. He certainly didn’t expect you to ask for his contact information, especially after the comment he’d made earlier. “I’ve had my fair share of bad experiences with Uber and other apps like that, so I’d rather not risk it.”

In a way, he was honored you felt like he gave you a good enough service to merit that kind of trust. He nodded and reached for a sticky note he had on his cup holder, writing down his name and the phone number.

“Thanks for the ride,” you took the piece of paper and read the name on it, “…Jake.”

“Sure thing,” he looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to introduce yourself as well.

“(y/n).”

He tipped his flat cap, “I’ll see you around then, (y/n).”

Sí un día logras escapar, no dudes en llamarme,

Two weeks later, Jake received a call from you. He didn’t expect to hear back from you so soon. His mood had lightened up when he heard you wanted him to take you somewhere. He walked with a pep in his step and jammed out to songs on his way there. He thought if the chance arose, he could actually get to know you better. He could even ask you out?

Stop right there.

No, that would be very unsensitive on his behalf; you were fresh out of a relationship, and he had seen firsthand how sudden and awful it had been for you. He shut down the idea as soon as it had appeared on his mind.

For now, he was content with the fact that you two would see each other again, even if it was just for a ride somewhere.

Once Jake arrived, he could see you standing outside the same building he’d picked you up from the night you’d met, boxes full of your belongings on the floor.

You knew your ex wouldn’t be at home, so you’d decided to pick your things up and bring them over to your new apartment.

Though, you would have to spare the trouble of packing all of your things, since your ex seemed to have already done the job for you, apparently eager to get you out of the apartment you’d once shared. The life you’d once shared.

At the very least, you were glad things were over and you were beginning to get a hold of your life once again. You were aware it would take more than two weeks to get over your tumultuous breakup, but things were looking on the brighter side.

You waved at Jake, and he quickly exited his car to help you carry the boxes to his cab. Once you were both inside, you gave him the address of your new place and drove off.

no prometo pedirte que te quedes, pero podré escapar contigo.

The talk while on your way was much more lighthearted than when the two of you had met. You avoided at all costs talking about your ex; instead, you went on about how excited you were to move in into your new apartment, how you’d had your eye on that specific area for a while now, and most of all, how relieved you were to start from scratch.

Jake, meanwhile, listened to you with undivided attention. Even if his eyes were glued to the road ahead of him, he heard every tiny detail you had to tell him: how much you loved the view you had from the apartment, how cozy your new bedroom was, the new throw pillows you had bought for your couch.

God, he could spend the rest of the day hearing you go on and on about what made you happy, catching an occasional giggle every now and then that would play like a symphony in his ears, and still, it wouldn’t be enough for him.

It would never be enough.

You felt you had talked poor Jake’s ear off, so you considered it to only be fair to give him a chance to speak.

“I was wondering, how long have you been a cab driver?” you asked.

It was funny. Time was an odd concept for him, since having to share a body with other two individuals who would front more often than him would tend to warp his perception of it.

Jake rubbed his chin, “Too many years. But don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change professions for anything in the world.”

He truly believed that. If it were up to him, he would break the deal with Khonshu in a heartbeat and live out the reminder of his days in peace and quiet as a cabbie. Sure, all within the limitations being part of a system entails, but he’d try to make up for all the years of wrongdoings he’d been forced to do on Khonshu’s behalf.

A smile crept up on his face at the thought of a life free from the ancient god’s grip. You, unbeknownst to what was going through his head, interpreted it as a sign of love for his profession, which compelled you to know even more of what made working as a driver so charming to Jake.

You asked him what his most interesting story in all his years of driving a cab was, and oh boy, did Jake Lockley have a repertoire of the stories from his many years of driving people around.

The rest of the ride to your new apartment was spent listening to Jake telling you the many experiences he’d had in his years of driving people around, stories of a guy who had chased a girl to the airport rom-com style, a teenage kid who had clearly had his first drink ever and threw up all over the floor of his cab, an old lady who took her four cats to the vet all at the same time and one ended up scratching Jake in the face; the list of his adventures could go on and on.

Once you were in the apartment, with some help from Jake, the last boxes were finally set inside.

What you loved the most about your new home was that it was your own. While yes, you were renting it, the only limit you had when it came to customization was money. Other than that, this had been the most you’d been able to express within a space. Tiny details scattered around were hints of what you liked, what your hobbies or interests were.

There were no more eye rolls or complaints from your ex about how or where your things were placed, or how your styles collided with each other. This was truly yours and yours only.

Rubbing off the sweat from his forehead, Jake decided it was better to not overstay his welcome.

“I should get going.”

“Wait!” you stopped him before he reached for the door. “Wouldn’t you like to stay for dinner?” he had helped you get your things from his car free of charge, it was the least you could do in return. “If you’re not busy, of course.”

You wanted him to stay? The idea didn’t quite click in his head. Most people always avoided his company; even his alters, Marc and Steven, whom had a vague acknowledgment of his existence, evaded reaching out to him like the plague for whatever reason Jake was unaware of.

What was it that you saw in him that made you actively seek out spending more time with him?

It didn’t matter to Jake, because for the first time ever, he didn’t feel so lonely in this world.

“I’d love to.”

Si un día no quieres hablar con nadie, llámame,

It had been four months since that fateful night that led you to meet Jake Lockley, your newest friend, confidant, and first choice for transportation.

In the past, he would prefer to be inside the headspace, letting Steven and Marc live out their lives happily. He enjoyed the temporary silence he could get, since most of the times he fronted, it involved dealing with the chaos of his life.

However, things had changed ever since he became friends with you. Now, he tried fronting as much as he possibly could.

After so many years of a meaningful connection with somebody else being something intangible, he finally knew what it was like to have someone else in his life. Never would he have thought he would have any friends. He wasn’t the social type, which didn’t exactly make him the best candidate for friendship.

Somehow, you managed to see the good in him, oblivious to the many atrocities he’d done. You made him a better person.

Which is why he worried as soon as he saw your text messages.

‘Can you come for me asap?’

‘Something happened’

‘I need fresh air and I don’t want to be alone.’

He felt panic brewing on his stomach when he saw those words reflected on his phone. Were you hurt? Did something happen? He had no idea, but he had to know if you were alright, right away.

By the time he got to the building, you were waiting at the foot of the stairs, just as red faced as you’d been when the two of you met. The trail of tears on your cheeks spoke a thousand words, unlike you.

Numbness spread all over your limbs. A thousand thoughts were racing in your head, yet you were unable to put them into words. Anger and misery, all mixed inside of you, overwhelming your every sense. And to think you had been the one to bring all of this upon yourself.

Against the advice of almost everyone you knew, you had decided to look through you ex’s Instagram. You had no idea why they were so adamant on you not going there. What could be so bad for them to warn you to stay away from it at all costs?

You wish you’d listened to them.

The very first post on the profile was a video of your ex, kneeling in front of the person he’d cheated on you with, holding an engagement ring.

An engagement ring.

Marriage was something you would’ve liked, yet you’d both reached an agreement that you’d never marry, since your ex despised the idea of it, even going as far as describing it as ’bureaucratic nonsense’. And you were alright with that if it meant both of you would stay together.

So much for bureaucratic nonsense now, huh?

You wanted to spill your heart out to him, tell him how everything that had happened made you upset, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to it. Even if you tried, the lump in your throat rendered your voice useless, making anything you said a garbled mess.

Jake didn’t need any words from you, however. He reached out his gloved hand and helped you get up from the stairs and to the car, one hand gently placed on your back.

Once you were both inside, he tapped the steering wheel, trying to come up with a way to get you to feel better. And then he got an idea.

There was a park he liked to go to whenever he felt stressed, melancholic, or overwhelmed in general with his emotions. More specifically, there was a spot with a bench that was mostly out of sight, surrounded by beautiful sycamore trees. His safe spot.

“I know a place. Can I take you there?”

At that very moment, you trusted Jake’s judgement with every fiber of your being. So, you nodded, willing to go wherever he took you.

estaremos en silencio.

The drive to the park was a quiet one, neither Jake nor you uttering a single word. He was desperate to know what had made you so blue, but he was aware that, at the moment, what you probably needed the most was silence.

At the park, you followed Jake through the stone path, and eventually, into a spot hidden from plain sight with a worn-out iron bench and a single streetlamp next to it. You both sat in it, taking in the nocturnal breeze that slightly swayed the tree branches.

Your lip quivered as tears fell from your eyes, feeling the cold of the autumn air on the trails your tears left behind. You wished you weren’t crying for what your ex had done, but you couldn’t help it.

The empty whole that had been left on your chest the day you left, that you had been trying to desperately fill for the past four months, became undone in a matter of seconds, your emotions flooding everything all at once.

Jake watched as you held your face in your hands, sobbing uncontrollably. It made him feel powerless to watch you suffering like this. He had no idea on how to calm you down, how to comfort you, and it tore his heart to shreds. He wanted nothing more than to share your pain, so it could be more bearable for you, but he couldn’t.

With no idea on what to do to make things better, he sheepishly placed a hand on your back, carefully rubbing and patting it. It wouldn’t make things better, but he hoped you would find comfort in his touch.

And you did. The warmth his timid hand offered grounded you back to reality, bringing you back from the pit of your thoughts, like a lifesaver tied to a rope dragging you out of the ocean, or the comfort of sitting next to a fireplace in a cold winter night.

Involuntarily, your forehead went to rest in his arm, seeking more of that solace you were urgently craving and were finding in his being.

His heart melted when he felt the weight of you leaning against him. He reciprocated wrapping his arm around your back and resting his chin on top of your head, giving you as much consolation as he possibly could.

You remained in Jake’s embrace for the rest of the night.

Pero si me llamas un día y no te contesto, ven corriendo a mí,

With the holidays just around the corner, you had brought it upon yourself to begin gift shopping for your friends and relatives. You had spent the majority of the day going from store to store, picking out the gifts for the people on your list. You glanced at it, only to see one person you hadn’t bought a gift for yet: Jake.

Since the meltdown you had at the park, the two of you had grown even closer than before. You would spend hours together, talking about whatever it was that was on either of your minds. Though he remained relatively hush about his personal life, never mentioning any family nor friends aside from you.

Amongst the few things that you had learned about him through the past months was that he liked Frank Sinatra and Pedro Infante, Gabriel García Márquez was his favorite author, and that he loved having a cup of coffee in the mornings.

So, your choices were split between a Sinatra vinyl, a beautifully illustrated collection of Garcia’s most popular books, or a stainless steel mug to keep his coffee warm in the mornings.

Unfortunately, the sun was setting in the horizon, and the weather forecast predicted heavy snowing during the evening, which meant you would have to look for Jake’s gift tomorrow.

You managed to fish out your phone from one of your pockets, despite the many bags you were carrying, to call Jake to ask him to pick you up.

After a while of waiting for him to pick up, though, you were sent to voicemail. Which was weird, seeing as he always had his phone with him and would usually answer. You tried again, thinking maybe he was busy.

Voicemail again.

Now you were beginning to worry. When it became evident that he wouldn’t pick up, you tried texting him to verify if he was alright.

'Jake?'

'Are you ok?'

'I'm worried about you.'

Radio silence.

Seeing as he wasn't going to respond anytime soon, you decided it would be best if you got a bus back to your apartment and then tried reaching out to him once more.

As soon as you arrived to your apartment, you set the bags aside and tried calling Jake again. Nothing. Another text message. Nothing. You tried looking in the news for any car accidents, silently praying you wouldn’t find anything pertaining to a taxi. Still nothing. He had truly vanished off the face of the earth. What was going on?

That was until you remembered the park Jake had taken you to that night. He mentioned something about him going there when he didn’t feel okay. If luck was on your side, maybe you would find him there, right?

With no time to waste, you geared up properly to go out into the harsh winter weather and made your way to the park.

When you arrived, you began following the path Jake had guided you through that night, which was perfectly camouflaged by a layer of fresh snow. You could see a cloud of your breath in front of you and could feel your ears starting to go numb, and still you went on with the hope of finding Jake.

Finally, you made it to the lonely bench, and that was when you saw Jake sitting there, his expression blank and his eyes watery.

"Jake?" you called out his name, and he seemed surprised by your sudden appearance. You sat down next to him, trying to read his expression.

"You shouldn't be here." He murmured.

"Why not?"

His brow furrowed and his gaze dropped to the snowy ground. "I'm no good to be around."

"What do you mean?"

He looked up at you and took a deep breath. "I'm not a good man, (y/n), I've done horrible things. Unspeakable things. I don't deserve anything."

A tear rolled down his cheek and he clasped his hands together so tight they started to tremble.

"Don't say that, Jake," you reached out to gently grab his hands with his own, "that's not true."

He shook his head. If only you knew. You were always too kind to him, and he was sure that if you ever found out about the other side of his life, you would go running the opposite direction.

The day prior, Khonshu had sent him on one of his usual missions. Nothing out of the ordinary, pulling off a hit on a local gang. Except this time, a kid spotted him while on the act.

The poor boy must’ve been 7 or 8 years old. He stood quietly as Jake was surrounded by the bodies of the people who had died by his hand. The blood of the men on the ground trickled down his tattered gloves, landing in the white snow, painting it like watercolors on a wet paper.

Pure terror emanated from his eyes as he met eyes with Jake. It didn’t matter how long the kid had been there, Jake was sure the little one would be scarred for life, and it would all be his fault.

“It was foolish of him to be there.”

Those were the only words Khonshu offered to Jake, which certainly didn’t make him feel any better.

He was exhausted of being Khonshu’s fist of vengeance. The many people he’d had to kill weighed on his conscience like heavy boulders, tearing him apart. The constant danger he lived in only made him more paranoid, doubting the intentions of anyone who ever crossed his path. He wanted out, to live a normal life, but he knew that was impossible.

And what worried him the most was that all of his actions would eventually harm you. You were one of the few good things in his life, and he would never forgive himself if something ever happened to you.

“Jake, listen to me,” you urged him to look at you, “You are a good man. Whatever it is that you've done in the past, you clearly regret it. And that's all that matters."

You reached out to gently grab his hands with his own, "You've taught me something very important in the past five months, and that is that we can't allow the past to define our present. It hurts, but we have to learn from it and keep going forward."

Jake looked up at you with misty eyes and held your face in the palm of his hand. You were truly a sight for sore eyes.

He gave you the tiniest of smiles before he leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips. A passionate kiss that told you how much he had wanted to do this all along.

Your heart melted at the feeling of Jake’s warm lips caressing yours. You pulled him in closer, and as you became lost in each other, you realized that tears were falling down his cheeks. You brushed them away with your thumbs and pulled away to kiss his nose softly.

"You're a good man, Jake. I promise."

porque sin duda, te necesitaré.

Translation of the poem: "If some day you want to cry, call me, I can't promise I'll make you laugh, but I can cry with you. If some day you manage to run away, do not hesitate to call me, I can't promise I'll ask you to stay, but I can run away with you. If some day you don't want to talk with anyone, call me, we'll be in silence. But if you call me some day and I don't answer, come running to me, because without a doubt, I'll need you."

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 9 days

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Let's Get Out Of Here

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: M •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

Summary: You've met your Dad's best friend before.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: This one was so difficult.

Warnings: Implied sexy times, Reader has a sort of family backstory, Reader's Dad had Reader very young, Reader has a good relationship with their Dad, Jake being a flirt, swearing, overuse of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

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“And this is Jake.”

Your smile freezes on your face as your Dad gestures to his aforementioned best friend. If it wasn’t for the grounding warmth of his hand on your arm you were sure you would have had an out of body experience.

Him.

Oh fuck.

How could it be him?

“Nice to finally meet you Jake.” You nod and shake his hand when he holds his out to you.

“Likewise.” His own smile is polite, tailored to a mask of neutrality that you can see through. He’s shitting himself just as much as you are.

Your Dad laughs, thankfully oblivious to the sudden tension in air. “I’m glad you two could finally meet.”

If it wasn’t for social norms you’d turn on your heels and just march right out of there. Maybe you could hide somewhere in the crowd.

Your Father and Step-Mother were renewing their vows, and were throwing an ‘engagement’ party of sorts.

They’d long ago moved out of the town you’d grown up in, as had you and sadly your new home was further away from them than you’d have liked. So you didn’t get to see them in person as much as you wanted to.

Jake had met your Dad about four years ago, the two becoming fast friends. From what your Dad had told you Jake travelled a lot, but when they did meet up they always got on like a house on fire. He was, as well, a little camera shy. Covering his face or ducking out of the way in group photos, so the most you’d ever seen of him was the arm of his leather jacket, a blurred cap, or the scruff of curls poking just into frame.

It had become a running joke that this ‘Jake’ was either imaginary, or a spy.

Your Dad had had you young, an accident that he always called ‘his greatest achievement’. Despite his youth and the barely sixteen years between you, he had been and was a wonderful father.

Someone calls your Dad’s name and he excuses himself quickly, darting off before you even have a chance to protest.

You look after him forlornly, your shoulders slumping.

Maybe running away wasn’t such a break of social norms.

“Hi.” Jake says softly, having taken a step closer.

You turn back to him. He’s shoved his hands in his pocket, looking down before giving you an uncertain smile.

You return the gesture.

“I’m so sorry-” You blurt out.

“I didn’t know you-” He starts at the same time.

You both laugh.

“What are the odds?” He says with a shrug.

“Well, I guess a fondness for you runs in the family?”

Jake pulls a face and you laugh.

“Don’t say that.” He grins.

You try and fail to hide your smile. “Sorry.”

He shakes his head. “Maybe… if I’d told you my name?”

“Well,” you shift your weight, relaxing a little. “I didn’t tell you mine either.”

“We were a little preoccupied.”

“Hmm.” You nod and close your eyes for a second to let the wave of embarrassment pass. “The first time yeah… but I think by the sixth we probably should have.”

He laughs again. It’s a musical sound, deep and rich. Calming in its certainty. “What did you save my number as?”

Heat burns a little under your skin. “Pretty guy.”

“Pretty guy?” His eyebrows raise, but not in upset, just surprise.

“Yeah, well,” you pull a face. “You’re pretty and a guy, so…”

He puffs his chest out a little, leaning a fraction closer. “You think I’m pretty.” He teases.

You give him a sincere look. “I think you’re beautiful.”

The honesty gives him pause for just a beat before he quickly recovers. “Says you.”

“Says me?”

“Yeah, says you. You’re stunning.” He lightly touches your forearm, his fingertips just ghosting over your skin.

You swallow, trying not to get lost in his eyes. “Shut up. What do you have me saved as then?”

He grins, not breaking eye contact for a moment before he pulls out his phone and shows you your contact information. There’s a single red heart emoji listed as your name.

“I didn’t take you as a romantic.” You tease.

He chuckles, leaning close and whispering in your ear. “Haven’t been treating you right then, have I?” He softly brushes the tip of his nose along your ear and you shiver. “Let me show you just how romantic I can be?”

He leans back just enough for you to see his expression, the question in his dark eyes as he nods his head towards the venue doors.

You grin. “Let’s get out of here.”

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vampirzina · 2 years

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Cooking by the Book

How the moon boys’ would help out in the kitchen. Or at least try to.

Masterlist | AO3

warnings: none, except maybe burnt food and playing with food. all love and fluff here

written in headcanon format

Let's make cupcakes!

Marc Spector

Cupcakes? For what? For who?

He knows he doesn't have to help, but he does anyway because he loves you

When you point out the book recipe, he tries to adhere to it but he often either mixes up the portions or gets it right

He accidentally added a little bit more flour than water, so he adds more water to try and fix it

Makes it worse

"No, babe, it's okay," You laugh. "I'll fix it. Can you turn on the oven? It says to preheat the oven to 350."

Simple enough, so he doesn't mess up and is done in less than a minute

Back hugs and neck kisses when you're stirring the batter

When you're done and the cupcakes in the oven, Marc lets you do the frosting instead of attempting it

He watches the sheer concentration on your face

Oh yeah, the icing is interesting too

When both the cupcakes and icing is done, you offer to let him put the icing on them

Makes a mess of it

It turns into a battle of him trying to put the leftover icing somewhere on you and you trying not to get icing in your hair

Let's make cookies!

Steven Grant

Honestly something just really simple

Again, you two are following the book recipe for chocolate chip

He reads the recipe first before attempting it

Has his reading glasses on to make sure he reads the portions right

If he's not sure he asks you

"It doesn't matter the order, right?"

He's better at portions than Marc, not perfect, but good enough

He takes his time with the batter to make sure most of the measurements are right

Once he's got the batter down, you stir it and ask him to set up the parchment paper, pan and oven

He refers to the book for instructions too even though he trusts you know what you're doing

Because he definitely doesn't

You and him make a couple shapes with the cookies and then pop them in the oven

He reads the recipe over one more time before joining you to cuddle and let them cook

Yeah... Cuddle. You guys fell asleep.

Woke up to the smell of burning and Steven still asleep below you, somehow not even smelling the smoke to move even a little

You managed to save the cookies before they went up in flames, and it was just awful. The oven would have to be thoroughly cleaned later

Burnt burnt burnt. Everything burned, through and through

"Aw," Steven crooned. "All burnt, aren't they? Sorry, love." Disappointed, you shook your head, "It's fine. It's really not, but it's fine."

Lots of kisses afterwards like it was his fault (you told him it wasn't, but he still showered you with apologies and kisses anyway)

Steven bought you cookies to make up for it the next day

Let's make alfredo!

Jake Lockley

Jake has better sense when cooking than other two but not by a wide margin

He wanted to make something a lot more complicated, but you weren't in the mood

He already didn't want to bake anything sweet, so you had to scramble to find something else and save baking for another day

Music. He plays music while you two are in the kitchen and cooking something

He doesn't actually help much. Just be around you and watch the food being made

It's not that he barely helps, he just has a distraction: You

He's more touchy with you than the pasta or the alfredo sauce that needs to be made

Luckily the pasta isn't the worst part of it

He follows you from the book to the food while he back hugs you

When you're stirring the base for the sauce, he holds your hands and stirs with you

Like Marc, lots of tender kisses

He adds the cheese for you and takes over the sauce while you finish the straining the pasta

Puts away the book entirely when he thinks you’re not looking

He's not much of a talker when the music is playing, he just likes watching you cook and not being too much in the way, and you enjoy his company

Adding the finishing touches to the food, you two eat and watch a movie

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jakecockley · 2 years

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MOON KNIGHT MASTERLIST

fluff ✨ | angst ❤️‍🩹 | dark 🌒 | suggestive 🌚 | smut 🔥

HEADCANONS: 1 |

『 MARC SPECTOR 』

my lover boy ✨ (coming soon)

you asked marc if the two of you could go to a field of flowers to take some photos. yet as soon as you get there and time passes, you end up laying in the field together and picking beautiful flowers for each other.

『 STEVEN GRANT 』

for you, my moonflower ✨ (coming soon)

the moonboys noticed you've been feeling down lately. steven goes out to get you a few things, in hopes it will make you feel better.

in the stars ❤️‍🩹 (coming soon)

steven can’t comprehend that you’re gone. in search of comfort, he goes to one of your favorite places that you always loved to go to, reminding him of you.

『 JAKE LOCKLEY 』

your smile, you’re everything ✨

you're in the kitchen cooking something up for your boyfriend, jake. when you turn to look at him and he looks back at you, your heart swells. jake feels the exact same way, maybe even more.

y las empanadas? ✨🌚

jake comes home tired after a long week of work as moon knight and his alters bickering on the way there. but he's heartfelt as soon as he sees his favorite food on the table... and most of all, you in one of his shirts.

signs and knives ✨❤️‍🩹🌒 (coming soon)

jake takes you out in new york and the two of you have blissful fun, but what makes your date even better is your boyfriend’s signing, who is still learning. honestly, you couldn’t have asked for a better lover. looking at him, you reminisce the night you met jake lockley.

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lunar-soldier · 1 year

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O Sol E A Lua (a moonknight x reader fanfic)

(The future chapters for this fanfic shall be posted via wattpad and AO3, but I wanted to give the tumblr people a taste of the first chapter on here!)

(Also, two things:

>I write very spaced out, mainly because it’s easier for me to process while reading. if you don’t enjoy reading fanfics in that style, this will NOT be for you

>this fanfic will include ALL alters, not just one, so keep that in mind!

Other than that, enjoy! :-) )

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You fiddled with the ring on your finger while looking out the window. The sound of chattering kids on the bus had caused you to space out, so you we're occupying yourself with your own thoughts once again. If past you had seen current you, they would be laughing at how silly your whole situation was at this moment. You, a previous military soldier, now watching over a bunch of kids on a field trip to the museum? You were definitely too overqualified for this job. However, your mother had insisted you volunteer for this to watch over your youngest sibling. You don't know if she had noticed you distancing yourself from everyone again, or if she saw this as a prime opportunity to have you and your little brother bond, but both were completely in the realm of possibility. After all, she knew how this month was hard for you.

It was the month he died.

A loud hiss snapped you out of your trance-like thoughts as you realized you had made it to your destination. Once the last kid had walked out, you quickly followed behind as you helped guide the kids up the stairs to the looming building ahead. It was huge, you had never seen a museum as expansive up close before. Hell, you hadn't seen the inside of a museum at ALL, save for watching the Night at the Museum franchise, but you highly doubted you would see any little cowboys or Roman soldiers in here. As far as you knew, this place specialized in some ancient civilization or another, but you forgot which one they-

Towering pillars with various drawings and a few ancient sarcophagus remnants hinted at the theme of the whole place. Ancient Egypt. You knew that you were going to some art museum, but it seems they currently had some Egyptian exhibit going on. Fate had some sick sense of humor, considering how his last mission was related to such ruins. And of all the months too, it had to be this one.

A sheet of ice coated over your heart as you continued through the tour with the rest of the children. It's just for an hour, you could survive this!! Adjusting your blue jean button up, you walk past a brightly lit gift shop, noticing a couple of people in your peripheral.

"...looks like another school is comin' in today! Aww, don't they look cute Donna?"

"Steve, if I wanted to spend my time at work watching some kids, I'd be a stay at home mom. Just keep tagging those plushies, please!"

You paid no mind to the conversation from the gift shop, maybe once you cleared your head you could stop by, but your main goal was to stop yourself from crying in front of everyone.

"...it is said that Hathor was not only the goddess of love, but also music!"

Ok yeah, this was getting very boring

After about 45 minutes of chatter about things that you had almost no interest about, you decided to actually take a peak at the gift shop. With no one in sight as you walked in, you wondered if everyone from earlier had went to lunch? Never the less, you gazed at all of the cheap Knick Knacks and plushies. God, these were all way too cheaply made for WAY too high a price.

Fossil digging kits, gem stone creation kits...slime kits? How is any of this actually history related?

However, one little thing did catch your eye.

It was a small pair of earrings, that had a circle with a line along the bottom, and both shapes being wrapped together with another small piece of metal. You assumed it had to be some type of god's symbol, or even some symbol of death or whatever, but again, Egyptian mythos was NEVER one of your strong suits. You were more of a Norse and Roman mythology person yourself.

But no matter, it was cute, way too expensive, and would mark the day you actually braved through an entire exhibit that reminded you of nothing but your previous heartbreak. If that was something to even commemorate.

As you walked up to the counter, still not a soul in sight, you began fiddling with the other toys around the check out stand. One thing in particular was this wooden popping rifle, which reminded you of your old military days. you pretended to fight off swarms of enemies, popping the gun every now and again, when some footsteps from behind caused you to swing your whole body around.

Including the toy gun.

"He-OW!"

As the victim of your swing covered their now injured face, you dropped the toy to tend to their wound

"OHMYGOD I am SO sorry!-"

"Nonono! It's ok I shouldn't have scared you-"

"No I shouldn't have been playing with that stupid toy-"

"I-it's fine, really! It's just my nose, no biggie!!"

As the male figure revealed his face, you had to take a second to realize who was standing in front of you.

It was a man, who wore clothing that almost seemed too big for him, maybe hand-me-downs? He had black curly hair, much too ruffled for it to even seem slightly professional-

And the exact face of your old friend.

Too stunned to speak, you stared at the man as he awkwardly cleaned himself up as best as possible, before giving you a smile, a bandaid now covering his nose

"See? All better! Just a wee little mark, ill get by!"

This man sounded nothing like the man you knew, but had, seemingly, the same exact face? What kind of shit day is this?

"N-names Steven by the way! Friends call me Steve. Or, well, more like my boss does. Everyone else just calls me ol' Steven!"

This man was also WAY too dorky to be him too

"Hey, a-are you ok? I didn't mean to scare you, honest!"

Shaking you out of your thoughts, you give a polite smile anyway.

"Nono, your ok!! You just...look so familiar? But it's probably just my bad memory gettin' to me."

"Oh!" Steven remarked, a sigh of relief escaping him. Had he really been anxious about upsetting you, even though YOU hit HIM in the face?

"I actually get that a lot. Many people say I got the strikin' resemblance to a celebrity or two! Mainly my mum, but I still get it every now and again!"

Looking down, the man's face lit up at seeing the little trinket you had in your hands.

"OH!! You're gettin' some Shen Ring earrings?? That's actually a very fascinating symbol! In many cases it was used as a symbol of protection, so it's very fitting to wear it on some jewelry!"

This caused you to raise an eyebrow

"You actually know about this kind of stuff?"

"W-well ya! I love Ancient Egypt. I actually originally applied to be a guide through the museum's Egyptian section, However they told me the only space open was in the gift shop."

"Sooo they thought you weren't qualified?"

"I'mean, I doubt it was because of that," he clarified, clearing his throat a little. "but I wouldn't give it up for the world though! Being close to what I love makes me so happy, and I love the people who come through here!"

Seeing someone gush about something the way he was was almost adorable. Most people you've met absolutely HATE their jobs, so seeing someone so invested was almost...refreshing? Even if it wasn't something you were passionate about, It made you happy seeing someone so invested.

Running his thumb over the earrings, he then snapped himself out of his own trance

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hold you up so long! Here, I'll check you out over here!"

Walking over to the counter, a familiar beep summoned the total onto the screen.

"You know, I'd actually be interested in learning about Egyptian facts."

This response from you made Steven's face beam

"Really?"

"I mean yeah. I've never met someone so invested about this stuff in person. Plus I want to go to Egypt one day-" a lie. "So maybe, you could...teach me?"

Growing a grin from ear to ear, he excitedly shook his head in agreement.

"Yeahyeah!! I-I would love that actually! I've never met someone ACTUALLY interested in learning about it, it would be such an honor!"

"Sweet! When are you usually here?"

"Oh, all the time!"

"You work...every day?"

"Oh-well-not really! I have one day usually, but it goes by so fast I can barely remember those days, so it feels like I'm here every day, haha!"

That was a really weird response, but you decide to push that worry to the side. Fuck, maybe he was just scared that his boss was around and didn't want to get fired for "gossiping" about his job.

"Well ok then! I'll come by tomorrow then. Oh, what kinda coffee do you like?"

The response took Steven back as he furiously shook his head

"Ohnono, you don't have to! I really don't need a coffee-"

"Nonsense! You're here all the time! There has to be something you like!"

He pondered the question hard.

"Well...I really enjoy a good chai latte?"

"Perfect, a Chai latte will greet you first thing tomorrow then!"

As soon as you said that, the group of kids you had walked in with began walking to the busses

"Oh shit. I gotta bounce. But hey! I'm free tomorrow, so I'll see you then!"

Steven nodded as you put the earrings in your pocket, waving you goodbye before he got startled from being yelled by his boss from the back room.

What made you think this was a good idea?! You DON'T like Egypt, why would you agree to that! This was stupid, YOU are stupid!

Deep down, you knew the reason why you even decided to interact with the man. But you felt...guilty? Did he look like your old crush? Yes. Did he bring back all those old memories you thought you buried in the depths of your brain? Also yes.

But he was 100% different, you were certain. He was timid, shy, but also would not stop talking about something he was passionate about. He was never like that, for as long as you knew him.

Walking back to your apartment, you clicked on the old vintage lamp in the corner of your room, sighing before flopping onto your couch. On the coffee table, a small picture lay upside down, the back reading:

Spector and(L/N). Circa 2010

Always together, never apart

Maybe in distance, but never in heart.

"Ugh, forgot to put that cheesy shit away..."

Shoving the old picture into the side table drawer, you turned on the tv and poured yourself a strong drink.

"Things have to change, and me along with it. I can't keep being stuck like this."

You glanced at the earrings you had placed down.

"...maybe this will be for the better?"

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