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spectorbear · 2 years

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— teasing the moon knight characters

includes: steven grant, marc spector, layla el-faouly, arthur harrow, & khonshu

genre: smut headcanons (not bulleted, i got carried away)

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— Steven Grant

Steven would be putty in your palms the moment you gave him a fleeting kiss. You had been frustrated all day and he was deep into a book when you decided to tease him. Coming to him from behind, you delicately ran your fingers over his arms, to his shoulders, and back down. He let out a slow exhale, hoping it could sedate the growing bulge in his pants.

“Hello, love.” You muttered, leaning your head onto his shoulder to see what he was reading. Your hands ran down to his side, along the front of his stomach.

Steven would be melting, no longer thinking about whatever his book consisted of. The moment your arms wrapped fully around him and your chest found his back, he leaned his head back to get closer, to feel you further.

Your breath met his neck, warm and painful. Just your touch alone had him writhing and wanting. His chest tightened and his body hardened when you placed the softest of kisses on his neck.

“You’re killing me.” Steven breathed.

You tried to hold back a smile, bringing your arms closer to his lap. You felt him still beneath you, breath and body completely frozen as the very tip of your knuckles brushed against the front of his pants.

“Oh f—fuck.” He closed his eyes. You watched his hands curl into fists on the arms of the chair. His hips instinctively jumped. “Love, what are you doing?”

“Nothin’.” You gave him another kiss, just barely touching his neck with your lips. You gave him another one right after, this time on his jaw.

A breath. A deep inhale. And he was all yours.

— Marc Spector

Marc would be so frustrated when you decided to tease him right before entering the restaurant. You gave him such a good kiss, long and deep and passionate. He would want to take you right then and there, in the entrance of the gorgeous restaurant.

Just as he grabbed you, just as he pulled you closer to him and felt your chest against his, you pulled away. He chased after you as you took a step back, seeking more of you. But you only gave him a gentle, innocent, smile and took the back of his arm to lead him into the place.

You loved knowing the effect you had on Marc. His demeanor is usually so composed, so stoic and annoyed. But to see him flustered and frustrated by you made you smile.

He gulped, trying to bring himself back to reality, to tell the hostess about the table reservation. You caught every deep breath, every swallow, every fidget of his hands as he tried to fix his pants.

“What’s the matter, Marc?” You offered as you followed the hostess to your table. “You seem...”

“Don’t.” He would warn, giving you a look. “I’m already—” His eyes scanned the tables to make sure no one was listening. “I’m already hard. Whatever you say next will make me take you to the bathrooms before appetizers.”

You grinned. Under the table, you ran a foot along his ankle just to feel him freeze. “Who says that isn’t what I want?”

— Layla El Faouly

Layla would hate being teased in the best way possible. The moment your hands traced her nose, she would stare down at you with a soft smile. You gave her soft kisses from her nose, to her cheeks, to the corner of her lips, to her jaw, down to her collarbone, briefly across her breasts, to her sternum. Your hands moved from your previous tracing to running down her body in slow motions, from her sides to the outside of her thighs.

She would watch, anticipating but never expecting the softness and barely-there kisses that you gave her. Her breath would get heavier the lower you got, the feel of you there but not really there driving her crazy.

When you smiled into a kiss right below her belly button, she rose her hips expectantly. But you only moved back up to press another kiss to her stomach.

With a sigh, she would giggle, “Go back down!”

“I like seeing you like this.” You would smile back, hands still hovering just above the outside of her thighs.

Layla would try to bring you back to her, trying to bring you back up so she could kiss you properly. She would want nothing more than your lips on hers, her hands entangled in yours, the feel of the both of you together.

But you would only continue to give her feather-like kisses up and down her body and never truly where she needed it the most.

“I hate you,” She breathed, high on the feel of you. Your kisses made their way to her thighs now, chaste kisses along the inside and so close to where she wanted you. “Seriously.”

A smile. A giggle. And you would give in.

— Arthur Harrow

Arthur would be surprised when you teased him. He was usually the one to tease you, giving you neck kisses and giving you back hugs. So, when you reversed the roles, it would take him a moment to realize that you had taken over control.

You were cuddling, his arms wrapped around you with your back to his chest. In a sudden decision, you ground your ass into him.

You wanted to see what he would do after he explicitly told you that he had a big day the next day.

You rolled your hips again, feeling him grow against you. You were testing waters, but also jumping directly into the deep end. His arms would grab you so quickly, freezing you in your motions.

“I said that I have a busy day tomorrow. Tread carefully.”

You responded by flipping your body around, running your hand down his side to the outside of his thigh. He looked down at you with a warning look, but you pretended that you didn’t see. You rubbed your palm against the front of his pants. He hissed at your touch, but didn’t stop you.

Being someone who desires conclusions and finality, he was not used to being teased. He would want things to go his way, to be under his rule and dictation. Yet, there you were, making his brain go blank as to why he would ever want to be anything other than yours.

He closed his eyes briefly, as if to pray. You gave his bulge a particularly slow trace that made his hips twitch. Something similar to a low groan left his lips that made you clench your thighs.

“How can I tread carefully when you make noises like that?” You teased, looking to his face. He wasn’t even looking at you, eyes between your bodies.

Your touch was light and slow, and his eyes were entirely focused on your hand against him. There was nothing but you.

— Khonshu

Khonshu is not one to tease. He is a god, after all. He is above petty human things, and he definitely would not want to be tortured by one. But when you were feeling particularly brave, you decided to tease him.

The two of you often got into fights, and it typically ended in sex. You were the first person in decades that could see him without his intervention, and the first person in centuries that he could touch and feel and make him feel alive.

You were arguing about something unimportant. In your apartment, you both stood on opposite ends of the single room, yelling in the empty space between you. The tension in the room was catastrophic. Khonshu was unconsciously causing things to fly around and drop to the floor. His deep voice was engraving itself into your chest and heart; you barely understood the words coming from your own mouth, the tension of him brainwashing you.

The huge god sighed deeply. His chest rose and fell quickly, staff laid gently against the wall. All at once, you just wanted to fuck him. Everything that was once anger and annoyance turned quickly into lust.

“You’re so fucking frustrating.” He spoke, voice laced with venom and heat.

You couldn’t even clap back. All you could do was hold back a teasing smile, moving toward him. Tension in the air was deep and hung low. You moved smoothly to him, breathing him in the closer you got.

“Am I?” You offered, feigning innocence.

“Yes.” He looked down at you, voice a lot lower than before. “You are quite literally the most infuriating human I have ever talked to.”

You pressed your palm to his chest, feeling the wrapping that covered his body. Heat seared through the both of you. All of the air was vacuumed out of the room, leaving you breathless.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, hand grasping your wrist.

“What do you mean?” You raised your eyebrows, eyes not leaving him.

“You’re unbelievable.” Khonshu’s breath was heavy in his chest. You looked so innocent as you traced your hand down to his waist. He felt a shiver rise through him.

This is what torture felt like, and it was far worse than being banished by the other gods. You were far worse, and it was incredibly beautiful to him.

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vampirzina · 1 year

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have a meme i filled out on a whim in the middle of the night. my personal take. a column is empty because i find that its impossible between them

#moon knight hc #moon knight meme #moon knight headcanon #moon knight #marc spector headcanon #steven grant headcanon #jake lockley headcanon #layla el faouly headcanon #khonshu headcanon

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kasplonkable · 2 years

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Domestic Hcs: Layla El-Faouly

I just get the feeling she's an early riser. But by early riser, I mean she's up an already organising what you're both doing, while also in the process of waking you up too

Like, it'll be 5am and she's there with a cup of coffee, letting you know that she's going on a hike in less than an hour, and you're coming with her

"Babe, it's literally 4:47 AM, the sun isn't even fully up yet"

"But it's almost up, which means we're wasting time!"

Despite that, it's always worth it to see the way the early morning light casts shadows on her face; she looks even more striking than normal in the orange glow of the sunrise

You have these extravagant movie nights, where you end up making a blanket fort and putting up fairy lights, and making hot chocolates heaped with whipped cream and marshmallows

She gently kisses you when you get whipped cream on your top lip

She also gets mad at the movie you're watching, like if it's a horror movie then she's yelling about the logic used

"Oh yeah, great idea!! Split up with a serial killer in the house, what could possibly go wrong?"

But it's worse if it's a romance movie

Both of you will be playfully gagging at the kissing scenes and rolling your eyes at the cheesy lines, giggling whenever something dumb happens

Dancing around the kitchen in fuzzy socks

You get so caught up in the moment that you forget the pasta until it bubbles over, making a loud hiss that makes you both jump

I imagine her house being really bright and airy, and full of cool artifacts

When you first saw them, you thought they were just cool replicas, until you eventually figured out the truth

"Wait, Layla, is that the real statue of khufu?"

"..........it's too nice to sit in a museum"

"How did you even get it?......Babe?!"

It's not like you're going to tell anyone though, so for now it'll just have to stay on the bookshelf, right next to her collection of French poetry

One day you walk into the kitchen to find Layla talking to a stray calico cat at the window. She had given her a small plate of chicken that she'd been cooking for lunch and a bit of water

You didn't want to disrupt the moment by walking in, so you watched from the doorway with the most loving expression a person could muster

After that, the cat would keep coming back. Same time everyday there would be tapping and loud meowing coming from the kitchen; the signal it was time to feed her

You're not quite sure when it happened, but eventually she kind of let herself in, roaming the house, before getting comfortable on the bed and falling asleep

Since then she's never left

Layla always considered herself more of a dog person, but it melts your heart when you see her with the cat curled up in her lap

She has. So. Many. Boots. And because she takes them off at the door, you find yourself tripping over a pair sometimes when you're on your way out

But then, you leave books around the house constantly, sometimes to the point where she can't even see the table underneath all the papers

One would think you get annoyed at eachother for these things, but somehow it's endearing to find boots at the door and know Layla is home from a long day. Just like how she finds books on the table and knows you've become passionate about something new

Despite that, I reckon she's a pretty tidy person

She takes spring cleaning very seriously. On the first day of spring, she puts up a checklist of everything that needs to be sorted out, and systematically works her way through it

It's too much to get done in one day, but you work together and the list is cleared within about a week

It's nice to take a moment to sit down, knowing that there's nothing left to do except curl up, and enjoy eachothers company

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Is it obvious yet how much I love her? I've been wanting to write this for ages, but studying has been getting in the way. Speaking of, this will probably be my last post for a couple of months. Exam stress is getting real and I want to give myself the best chance I can to do well! I do have some more stuff in the works, but I won't be looking at it until my exams are done. Hope you enjoyed this though, and as always, feel free to request anything and I'll get to it when I can!! :-)

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lalah-cupcake · 11 months

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i miss them SO much. anyway happy pride month!

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annachum · 9 months

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Some HCs about Marc Spector and Layla El Faouly during their one year in Egypt before they got married :

. Layla and her Egyptian friends came to meet Marc and his US mercenary friends

. Layla and her Egyptian friends show Marc and his US mercenary friends in tow about Egyptian cultures and such

. Marc and Layla visiting temples of several Egyptian Pharoahs and Layla kneels in front of Ramses II and Nefertari's temple, and Marc was encouraged to follow suit

. Marc eventually meets Layla's Egyptian family who are all generally somewhat wary of him at first ( cuz some of them initially thought Marc is ' one of those grave rpbbers ' ) yet they soon grew to accept and respect Marc.

. The first time Marc and US Mercenary friends tried Koshari, it was in a diner in Cairo where they went there with Layla and her Egyptian friends. IT WAS LOVE AT FIRST BITE FOR MARC AND HIS US FRIENDS IN TOW BTW

. Marc and Layla got married in a fine Egyptian/Bedouin/Persian wedding ( I HC that Layla's maternal grandma is an Iranian immigrant btw and her mom is of Bedouin descent from Alexandria ) in Cairo and they ALL HAVE A BLAST

. Marc writes a fanfic called An American in Cairo, loosely based on how he and Layla meet and fell for each other and all, with changed names. He also credited Layla and her Egyptian friends and family for giving Marc and his US mercenary friends insight on Egyptian culture and all

. Layla and her Egyptian friends regularly tell Marc and his US mercenary friends about Egyptian folklore, myths and history 🤩🤩🤩🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

. FYI Layla and her Egyptian friends are TOUCHED by the An American in Cairo fic, which became very popular online

. Marc is currently planning to write An American in Cairo II, loosely based on the events in Moon Knight series 🤩🤩🤩🥺🥺🥺

#marc spector #layla el faouly #egyptian culture #mcu hcs #moon knight #egyptian mythology #egyptian history #egyptian folklore #koshari #cairo

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marvelhellscape · 2 years

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Transmasc Moon System

I'm not projecting, but I am very much projecting.

Marc felt uncomfortable in his body all of his life but never considered why. As he became aware of his DID he assumed that was it, and so he would dress more masculine because he told himself that "Steven likes to dress like this". Eventually, he began to use the nickname 'Marc' over his birth name, and when he was old enough, Marc left to get away from his family.

When he left, Marc began to wonder if his bodily discomfort was because he wasn't the "original" and he went through a bit of a crisis. He eventually blocked any thought of that out, and he buried himself in the army and his work. In uniform, his dysphoria wasn't as big of a problem. He was a soldier first, and when discharged, Marc kept some sort of uniform.

Marc died at the foot of Khonshu, and when brought back to life as Moon Knight, Marc found himself in a very masculine suit. The chest plate hid his naturally feminine chest, and the armor left his sex ambiguous. He loved it and as Moon Knight, he became the man, Marc Spector. His history wasn't important anymore, and the woman he was 'supposed to be' was lost.

Through underground connections, Marc gets onto hormones. He learns that top surgery is an option, and he negotiated with Khonshu to allow his body vulnerability through the surgery. Khonshu heals his scars and wounds as soon as he is out of the hospital, and Mark is left with a flat chest. There are no scars when Khonshu heals him.

Layla and Marc get together due to the same reasons, and Marc has to reluctantly inform her that he isn't cis. She praises his surgeon, and she has no issue with his anatomy (bi Layla rights).

Steven takes place as the host due to trauma. They've been on hormones for a few years. In the headspace, Steven looks similar to the body on hormones, and the only issue is his junk. Steven experiences lots of amnesia and strong dissociation connected to his genitals, and he doesn't know his dick isn't real. Layla is the one to break it to Steven that his body is female. She realizes in the way he talks about himself that he doesn't know, and she comforts him as he freaks out.

Jake doesn't care about the body. He shrugs off questions about his gender and lets people use any pronouns when referring to him specifically. They have fronted before to beat someone up when they misgendered Steven, but that's another story. He will protect his system.

(Bonus: Jake's inner world image isn't clearly male or female. He is the boots-on-the-ground cab driver, and the situation he is needed for affects whether he is that rough man Jake, Jackie, or just Khonshu's friend)

#trans moon knight #trans steven grant #trans jake lockely #trans marc spector #trans hc #moon knight system #moon knight spoilers #moon knight #layla el faouly #bi layla #trans masculine #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #khonshu #marvel #worldbuilding #concept #idea

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molemoon · 2 years

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Headcanon: Layla has alopecia

I posted this on discord, @usaigi said I should post on here so here goes:

Not so much a headcanon so much as something that would be interesting to explore, but May Calamawy has alopecia (which is why they gave it to her character in Ramy) and now I’m imagining Layla with alopecia. She strikes me as someone who always wants to be in control of a situation, and it would be hard for her to accept something out of her control. It’s often triggered by stress, so I’m imagining it could happen after the death of her father.

When she meets Marc, she hides it because she doesn’t want him to see her as weak. For Layla, she’d probably see any bald patches as a physical representation of her stress, which would be hard for her as she wants to suppress that. She always keeps her hair tied up to cover any patches, and at one point while they’re dating he says he’d love to see what it looks like down. She refuses, but doesn’t tell him why. He doesn’t mention it again, because he doesn’t want to push boundaries, but it sticks with Layla because she knows how beautiful her hair looks when it’s down. She wants to show him, but she’s afraid of showing what she sees as an imperfection.

One day, after a mission together, full of adrenaline, she takes her hair down and shows him the patches. He kisses them and says they’re beautiful, just as Layla knew he would, but the real battle was letting him see her be vulnerable.

It comes back post-cairo, as alopecia often appears as a delayed reaction to stress, and she has to go through it again with Steven. She refuses to let Marc tell steven, and goes back to hiding the patches and pinning her hair up, not letting either of them touch it. Steven can see she’s unhappy, but doesn’t know why. He tries to help her feel better by cooking for her, buying her new books, taking her to art galleries etc. It just makes her feel worse, because now she feels like she’s upsetting him.

Marc keeps it a secret from Steven because he promised Layla that he would, but she won’t let him see it in case Steven is there too. He tells her that she’s beautiful, that it doesn’t make her weak and that Steven won’t see it like that, but she’s still affected by it. Eventually she decides to stop hiding it. Steven immediately points it out with absolutely zero tact and says he thinks the pattern is really pretty, and it’s so obvious that he believes it that it helps her to believe it too.

#let layla be vulnerable! makes me think of something may said in the making-of documentary #she said that it was important for her to incorporate vulnerability in that character because it made layla more real #it shows that female characters don’t have to be emotionless to be strong #layla el faouly #moon knight #marc spector #moon knight headcanon #moon knight hc #steven grant

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luke-o-lophus · 2 years

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God Forbidden

Summary : Marc finds himself in his hotel room between the meeting with the Gods and his search for Senfu's sarcophagus. He takes a moment to let his thoughts deepen, darken.

Warnings: Marc's mental health, ableism, blood mentioned but no violence, self depreciating thoughts, suicidal thoughts, dark character study, ANGST

Marc doesn't remember returning to his hotel room. His feet find their way there, or maybe that's how the magic of the Great Pyramids works. Maybe a portal opened up to bring him here. He absently fumbles through pockets for the key, eyes trained on the dried streaks of blood all over his arm as he unlocks the door. To the mess he had left the night before.

Marc often fantasizes about coming back to a clean, safe, warm home after a long day of work. It's a luxury he has been privy to for only a short period and may just have gotten addicted to. Tt's gone back to the old ways ever since he parted ways with Layla.

Then again, he isn't sure what he did today counts as 'work'. He hadn't known he'll be thrust into a meeting with the literal Gods when he left this room earlier today. He drops onto the bed with a sigh, covering his eyes with an arm. His wrists throbbed, a phantom crawl of pulsating energy. He allows himself to scrunch his face, a whimper bubbling at the throat. He's trying not to think of what just happened, but his mind is being treacherous, rewarding him with vivid flashes of memory.

This is a man who does not know his own name.

This is a safe space to tell us if you feel exploited by Khonshu.

This is not about my feelings.

He has done no crime.

Marc should be used to it by now, but it somehow still hurts. So many times he thought he has done it, he's free from the grasp of his mental health. When he established himself as a capable marine, he'd thought he'd finally made it. Then the harsh cold reality hit him in the face, and he was left with the realization that it will never be enough. First putting his life on the line for his country and now for goodness knows who, he's still reduced to a broken mind. Nobody pauses to glance at what he has managed to achieve despite that. Even when he himself sets his feelings aside, it's still not enough, and people wonder why he doesn't open up more. It's not worth it.

There's an ache in his lower back, an annoying sting at his knees. That memory has him rolling aside and curling his legs to his core. Harrow towering over him, standing between his subdued form and the council of Gods. How easily Harrow had pretended to care for his well-being and used it as leverage against him. After all, who believes the words of someone who is unwell, needs help? Not even the Gods.

They weren't his Gods, but they were somebody's. And they had seen everything, done nothing. Deep embarrassment crawls through Marc's veins. He had just admitted to a room full of beings that he was in need of help...when has that ever gone well? Hasn't he learnt enough?

There's a residual burn in his throat, courtesy of Khonshu's shouting. He isn't suprised, but he lets himself be a little disappointed that Khonshu did not tell him he'd take over his body. That the God did not see the need to get his consent, hell even inform him. He does not understand, but again how can He?

Marc knows he should clean up soon, before the blood dries enough to need scraping off. But he lets himself slip into his thoughts for just a while. He wishes he could just slip away from all this, curled on soft covers in a nondescript hotel room. To not worry about the blood on his hands, the ache in his bones, the tears in his eyes. To give in to the exhaustion burrowed impossibly deep in his soul. He vaguely wonders if Steven ever feels like this. But no, Steven is too pure, too hopeful for such thoughts. This darkness is reserved just for him and whatever other monsters reside in his brain. Monsters whose begging whispers for help go unheard by a whole Council of Gods.

Maybe the only God who will regard him seriously is Ammit. She sounds like someone who could actually dish out what he deserves, and maybe even craves. At this moment obliteration doesn't seem too bad compared to what Khonshu puts him through...all to stop her. And for what?

He physically shakes off those thoughts, curls tangling even more at the movement. Clicks his tongue a few times to draw himself back to reality. There's a lot to do; find Senfu's sarcophagus, find Harrow, stop him. Swinging his legs off the bed, he sighs at the sight of the pyramids through the single window. A quick shower sounds good right now, a fresh shirt, a cap. Maybe it's not worth it, but he'll try. For Steven, for Layla, for whoever else who may die if Harrow succeeds. Or maybe, he'll die trying. Either way, that is worth it.

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marcskywalker · 2 years

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marclayla modern au

Journalism student Layla el Faouly meets physics major Marc by accident, really.

"Well, actually, I'm double majoring in physics and literature. And I'm pretty sure you were stalking me."

"Don't lie, Spector. You were stalking me cause-"

"No I wasn't!"

"You couldn't resist my beauty and-"

"I knew I never should've complimented you."

"My charm and my seductive gaze-"

"Seductive gaze?! You're on crack. You're actually on cra-"

"And the rhythm of my voice-"

"I beg of you, baby, please stop."

[ft. mechanic Jake and literature student Steven]

He's lonely in college. Which isn't a surprise because he's lonely everywhere except in his own head.

He sees her for the first time, by chance, while leaving Steven's class in foundations of language. "Who is she?", he's taking longer than necessary to gather up the books Steven brought to class he'll never understand why he doesn't just go digital "Who is who?" Marc takes a look at her again as answer. She is literally glowing by the window if he wasn't so dumbstruck by her beauty he'd remember it's probably the sunlight refracting "Oh her." Steven's smugness is so obvious, but for what, Marc doesn't know, "Layla. I told you about her. The cute one." "Irrelevant, Steven. You find everyone cute."

Once he sees her, he sees her everywhere. She's at the café he goes to, she's at the library. On his way to his classes. Everywhere. He watches her take out books from the library, he watches her buy pastries, he watches her tie her hair up when it gets too hot, he watches her-

He watches her a lot.

He wants to talk to her, he really does. It's just that every time he stands to talk, he gets too flustered and anxious, and sits back down.

"Marc, this is just ridiculous." Steven can moan and whine as much as he wants but there is no way Marc is going to embarrass himself. Marc knows his own value "you really don't. That is literally 50% of your therapy." and he knows there is no way he is on the same as Layla.

So he resigns to just watching her.

And maybe going the same café everyday.

And maybe the literature section of the library more often.

And maybe the garden-

........

Steven's right. This is getting ridiculous.

#layla el faouly #marc spector #marclayla #steven grant #I swear i don't want to write fics or one shots #I just wanna write hcs and metas #but EVERYTHING ALWAYS turns into a lil fic #idk why #or how

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kuramauzumaki18-blog · 1 year

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HEADCANONS DOS MOON BOYS

Marc Spector

Marc é o único dos garotos que canta, na minha cabeça ele seria aquele que canta melhor. Ele teria pedido Layla em casamento assim, cantando para ela.

Marc não gosta que gritem com ele por trauma da sua mãe.

Konshu só é capaz de manipular Marc porque ele não tem autoestima e acredita merecer tudo que acontece com ele.

Marc ama cachorros e queria muito ter um, mas nãosabe nem cuidar de si mesmo ou de um peixe, quem dira de um cão(embora provavelmente faria bem para ele).

Ele realmente não sabe de nada da religião egípcia por achar muito "nerd", mas usou o conhecimento de Steven para impressionar Layla pelo menos uma vez.

Dos meninos e da Lalyla, ele é o único que cozinha comida comestível de verdade.

Marc tenta ser, geralmente, o cara legal e descolado , mas na verdade é tímido e muito preocupado em agradar quem ele gosta.

Marc dirige como se a vida dele estivesse em perigo, por isso é sempre a Layla que dirige os carros e não ele.

Ele tem o instinto de autopreservação igual o de um esquilo que fumou maconha.

Ele bebe muito whisky.

Odeia doces, porém gosta de comer açúcar puro, sem motivo, só achei fofo.

Ele não se lembra como conheceu a própria esposa, ele simplesmente acordou um dia pensando "ok, é hoje que encontro a filha do arqueólogo e digo a verdade." E quando foi ver já tinha o número dela no telefone e havia passado 2 dias desde que ele havia chegado.

Ele nunca comentou sobre isso com ela, apenas por pensar que talvez estivesse bêbado na hora em que a conheceu.

Marc tem medo de tempestades.

Ele chora quando Layla, Jake ou Steven dizem "Eu te amo" para ele.

Ele é diabético.

Ele é judeu.

Não tinha muitos amigos na escola.

Marc é bissexual ou Assexual.

Ele gosta de roupas flexíveis e que não agarram ele, mas também que não sejam excessivamente largas.

Ele põe as mãos no peito quando se sente angustiado.

Marc gosta de café preto e os cubos de açúcar ele come de colher no café da manhã.

Ou anda de cueca pela casa ou anda sem nada.

Gosta de sentar na beira de prédios.

Steven Grant

Steven é um péssimo cantor, porém, toca flauta e violino, embora nunca toque em público pq fica nervoso e quebra os instrumentos ou erra as notas.

Odeia pelos no rosto, raspa todos quando pode, Jake quer mata-lo por isso.

É o único dos meninos q não obedece o Konshu.

Ele não gosta que o ignorem, Steven gosta de ser ouvido e se mágoa caso alguém o deixe de lado enquanto ele fala.

Konshu só odeia o pobre do Steven pq sabe q sem ele o Marc seria muito mais perigoso e sanguinário que o Jake.

Steven gosta de peixes, mas apenas os dourados com uma barbatana e isso tem um motivo, ele sente q não se encaixa com os outros então gosta de n ser o único estranho, por isso o Gus é tão importante para ele, Gus também é estranho e n se encaixa com os outros peixinhos.

Ele não gosta realmente de ler, quer dizer, ele gosta, mas especificamente sobre o Egito, acredito que Steven tenha diversos livros sobre o lugar e sua religião, etc, mas o resto dos livros na casa dele ? Apenas coleção, ele é um acumulador e não suporta jogar nada fora.

Ele põe as mãos no peito quando está muito feliz.

Ele recita poesia francesa para Layla.

Ele e Layla adoram ter um momento sozinhos para assistir filmes ou simplesmente conversar.

Steven gosta de chá. Toma sempre que pode no café da manhã.

Também odeia doces, mas sabe fazer cupcakes e picoles de limão.

Ele não faz ideia de como arranjou o emprego no museu, mas pensou que era apenas sonâmbulo e seguiu sua vida.(Foi Marc quem convenceu Donna, a chefe, a aceitar eles)

Steven não sabe dirigir, ele sempre perde o foco no que tá fazendo e acaba esquecendo de sinalizar ou puxar o freio.

Steven gosta de tempestades, obviamente como mora em Londres ele tem que gostar. Ele toma chá e lê um livro enquanto fica na janela vendo a chuva cair.

Ele é sempre o primeiro a dizer "Eu te amo" pq todos os outros são muito "durões" para isso.

Os apelidos de Konshu são dados por ele. Ex: Pombo dos infernos, Pássaro maldito, idiota, etc)

Konshu odeia conversar com Steven pq o garoto nunca cala a boca, Steven pode e fará todas e qualquer pergunta que ele puder pensar. Ex: É verdade que o homem pisou na lua todos esses anos atrás? E Konshu não saberá responder pq talvez a humanidade n esteja pronta para ouvir a verdade.

Stven é ateu, irônico, eu sei.

Steven é Heterossexual, mas não parece o tipo de cara que se importaria em usar saias ou passar maquiagem ou algo parecido.

Ele e Layla sempre penteiam o cabelo um do outro.

Suas roupas favoritas são as largas, com estampa, cheia de tecido macio e quentinhas.

Ele coleciona meias do Doctor Who.

Grita horrorizado sempre que assume o corpo e Marc esta nu ou de cueca, ele gosta muito de estar coberto por roupas, principalmente quando Layla está por perto.

Steven costuma ser o mais tímido dos três, porém quando tem intimidade o suficiente ele é simplesmente aquele amigo de humor mórbido que é muito fofo.

Acha rude ver Layla no banho apesar de ela e eles (Marc, Steven e Jake) serem casados.

Steven pode e vai se fingir de idiota apenas para irritar os outros.

Steven tem alergia a rosas.

Come massa de biscoitos crua.

É canhoto.

Jake Lockely

Jake n canta e nem toca instrumento, porém dança melhor entre os outros, sabe dança de rua e tango, sabe balé também, mas nunca vai admitir.

Ele odeia ser tocado sem aviso, ele é o alter criado para proteger Steven e Marc da agressão física, para ele o toque nunca é uma coisa boa.

Chora de soluçar quando recebe um "Eu te amo".

Jake fala muita putaria em espanhol, mas quando alguém entende o que ele esta falando ele fica vermelho e fica tímido.

Foi ele quem conheceu Layla, após uma missão de Konshu, Marc apagou em cima de um prédio e sobrou a Jake levá-lo para casa, porém Marc estava "levemente" embriagado e Jake tropeçou e caiu em um beco. Por sorte do destino foi Layla que o salvou e quando ele acordou os dois conversaram e se tornaram amigos, Layla passou o número para ele e os dois combinaram de sair mais.

Jake adora tempestades, seu sonho é ver um raio atingir uma arvore ou poste, ou, com sorte, alguém vivo.

Só xinga em espanhol, segundo ele é mais satisfatório assim.

É muito Homossexual ou muito Heterossexual.

É alérgico a cachorro.

Gostava do Gus, inclusive foi ele quem conseguiu o Gus 2.0 para Steven.

Ele assumia o controle muitas vezes durante o tempo de Marc no exército.

Importuna os meninos para deixarem ele ter um bigode.

Ter um bigode grande e bonito é seu sonho.

Fez uma tatuagem de unicórnio atrás da orelha, é tão pequena que nunca notaram, mas ele acha engraçado o fato de Layla saber disso e nunca comentar nada.

Konshu e ele só fazem merda.

Ele é o favorito do Konshu.

Não sabe cozinhar, mas faz uma salada de pimenta que é outro nível.

Adora música, vai dançar n importa onde.

Coloca as mãos sob o peito quando esta se segurando para não socar alguém.

É claustrofóbico.

Se pudesse ver sua mãe novamente ele aceitaria. Apenas para poder socar seus olhos e matá-la novamente.

Por algum motivo ele tem medo de gatos. Diz que são criaturas demoníacas.

Anda apenas de cueca e boina dentro da casa.

Gosta da boina pq acha bonitinho, só por isso.

Se ele pudesse daria socos em Marc para ele parar de se meter em problemas.

Sempre leva Layla nos jantares mais românticos.

Conhece a cidade como a palma da mão.

Toma chocolate quente no café da manhã.

Fuma cigarros para ajudar Marc e Steven a se matarem mais rápido.

Sua letra é a mais feia dos meninos pois foi o único alter que não aparecia na escola, logo nunca foi ensinado a escrever e teve que aprender sozinho.

Sabe desenhar.

É destro.

Ama carros e dirige como profissional.

Suas roupas favoritas são apertadas e que cobrem seu corpo do pescoço aos pés.

Quando Marc não estava e ele se encontrava com Layla ele dizia que fingir ser espanhol era um dos fetichis dele.(sim, ele disse que seu transtorno mental era um fetiche.)

Adora novelas.

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mexicana-hermosa · 27 days

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Layla El-Faouly hc.

Warning: SMUT!!!! pure smut tbh.

a/n: felt a little silly making these headcannons. also so so sorry if this out of character this is just my opinion. also there’s not really enough of her in the show to really see her.😞

I feel like she would be more into vanilla sex. Like she would still be a dom, but like the softest dom you could ever think of.

While being a soft dom, I feel like she’d also be like the best brat tamer. For example; “This is why we shouldn’t be a brat. Don’t want to get teased like this again, hm?”

Layla would definitely take good care of you after sex. (esp if she was rough)

She would feel bad for being “too” rough even with how many times you told her it was okay.

Layla is also super gentle with you (most of the time) especially if you’re a still virgin.

She most definitely talks you through it.

Like I’m so convinced on this. Don’t ask how I know.

Another example because I need this woman. “I know baby, I know. But it feels so good doesn’t it? Just focus on yourself and let me do all the work.”

She gives you the princess treatment after it. I just know she does.

She runs you a bath and gets you clothes to sleep in. She’ll do everything.

An absolute GOD with her mouth (she showed told me herself)

She’ll get so into the taste of your pussy that she won’t even realize when you cum until you’re whimpering and begging her to calm down.

When/if that happens she’ll feel so guilty.

“I’m so sorry baby. You just taste so good.”

She’ll press an insane amount of kisses all over your face before holding you to sleep.

Most definitely a boob and thigh girl.

Of course she loves every inch of you, but she can’t get enough of your thighs and boobs.

Sometimes she’ll even motorboat you for fun.

Leaves an insane amount of hickeys all over your thighs.

She doesn’t like being a sub, it makes her feel weak, and not in a good way.

Sometimes when she’s too tired she’ll let you take control.

I’m taking fic requests!! I may not be able to get to them quick, since I am a college student. But I’ll get to them when I can!! I’ll do Oscar Isaac characters, Pedro Pascal characters, and obviously, my wifey Layla. (for oscar and pedro characters i might not be the best since im a lesbian) I will also gladly write platonic fics!

#moon knight #layla el faouly x reader #layla el faouly #oscar isaac #pedro pascal

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360iris · 1 year

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Backroom of a bad dream | dec. second ‘22 (fic)

marc spector x reader, moon knight system x reader x layla el-faouly, angst, hurt/comfort?

Dimly lit | dec. fourth ‘22 (blurb)

marc spector x reader x steven grant, fluff?? kinda

Rose-colored boy | dec. sixth ‘22 (blurb)

steven grant x reader, hurt/comfort? idk, it’s cute tho

Moon Knight System Dynamics | dec. 23rd ‘22 (drabble)

moon boys x reader, fluff

NSFW Moon Knight System HC + Blurbs | jan. 11th ‘23 (drabble)

moon boys x reader, smut

Make it awkward | jan. 14th ‘23 (fic)

steven grant x camgirl!reader, jake lockley x reader

Is just to love | jan. 24th ‘23 (blurb)

jake lockley x reader, fluff

Tu promesa de adorarme | feb. 8th ‘23 (blurb)

marc spector x reader, fluff

Call it bed rest | feb. 15th ‘23 (fic)

married bestfriend!layla el faouly x reader x marc spector, fluff + smut

Good days | feb. 24th ‘23 (fic)

vampire!steven grant x reader (feat. marc spector & jake lockley), smut

Précis | april 27th ‘23 (blurb)

marc spector x reader, smut

Me & U, Isn’t | april 28th ‘23 (fic)

santiago ‘pope’ garcia x reader, angst + smut

Bloom & Brew Coffeehouse: Lilac and Orchid | nov. 29th ‘23 (fic)

florist!steven grant x fem bipoc!oc, fluff/smut, cafe/flower shop au

So don’t run (they’re not so tough) | nov. fifth ‘22 (fic)

poly!marauders, angst and grief

With a feeling | nov. twentieth ‘22 (blurb)

poly!prongsfoot, mature

Falling in love (with a feeling) pt. I | nov. twenty-first ‘22 (series)

eventual poly!prongsfoot x reader, mature

Falling in love (with a feeling) pt. II | nov. twenty-fifth ‘22 (series)

eventual poly!prongsfoot x reader, mature

Girldad!James Potter + mafia au | nov. twenty-six ‘22 (blurb)

poly!marauders, fluff

— HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST (FICS)

— HARRY POTTER BLURBS

— BTS MASTERLIST (FICS)

float like a butterfly, sting like a bee 🐝

steven grant, moon knight

SMILE 📸 — you’re on camera!

marc spector, moon knight

a man after my own heart 🤍

marc spector, moon knight

only the best 🫶

din djarin, the mandolorian

my favorite cheaters 🤭💗

jonathan levy/mira levy, scenes from a marriage

who has the choice like Smarty does? nobody, nobody, nobody.

pedro pascal

oh, Levy! you’re so fine!

jonathan levy, scenes from a marriage

save who you can save

joel miller, the last of us hbo

just to sleep at night

steven grant, moon knight

she belongs to the 🌃

layla el faouly, moon knight

Oh???

frankie “catfish” morales, triple frontier

Out of her head, she sang

layla el faouly, moon knight

All I want is you now

marc spector, moon knight

Bodies, bodies, bodies…

steven grant & marc spector, moon knight

M a m a b o y 🖍️

steven grant & marc spector, moon knight

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messrmoonyy · 1 year

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Hiya! Can I request either a one shot of Layla and a shy reader? Reader invites her out on a date but doesn’t specifically say it’s a date because they are so timid. So Layla only realizes that it’s a date halfway through. OR hcs about what Layla is like when she realizes she’s in love with you. Whichever interests you more :3

A date. Of sorts

Layla El-Faouly x afab reader

A/N- Hello my sweet anon! I absolutely did both because my love for Layla El-Faouly knows no bounds. Sorry this took way. Way. longer than expected I accidentally deleted it when I finshed it and had to re write it all 😩 the hcs are over on my masterlist and were posted forvever ago. This is my first full layla os but I hope you enjoy <3

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: none. It’s fluff. Tooth rotting.

Masterlist- requests are open! <3

Comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

You were woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. At first you didn’t fully acknowledge it, rolling over to the other side of the bed and guessing it was more than likely just in your dream. But then it started up again and you realised it was in fact your phone, you rolled back and picked it up just before it finished ringing.

“ hello? “ you mumbled as you held it to to your ear, not even looking at who it was that was calling, your eyes still half closed.

“ well hello to you sleepy head “ your eyes opened fully at the sound of her voice, butterflies erupting in your stomach the way that they always did whenever you spoke to her.

“ lay- Layla. Hi? “ she chuckled over the phone as you tried to shake the sleep away from your head. What time was it?

“ where are you it’s 10am? “

“ what? We’re closed today “ you mumbled and let your head drop back down into your pillow, your eyes falling closed again, still holding the phone to your ear.

“ you know what day it is? “ you frowned at the odd question. Of course you did. That’s why you hadn’t moved from bed yet and had no stress about going to bed early the previous night. In fact you’d been up until almost 4.

“ what? “

“ my gods. Y/N. It’s stock count day! The whole reason we are closed. You said you’d help “ you could practically hear her pouting at you through the phone. You groaned and rubbed at your forehead, a headache starting to make itself apparent behind your eyes “ please? “

“ give me half an hour? 45 minutes tops?“

“ life saver! See you soon “ you tossed your phone to the end your bed with a groan. Rubbing at your eyes to wipe away the sleep. It’s not like you had any real plans for today, you had agreed to help her out. And you could think of worst ways to spend the day.

You’d had a crush on Layla ever since she’d started working at the antiques store with you. The day she’d come in searching for a job you’d simply froze in her presence.

“ hey! I was wondering if there were any jobs available here I have a lot of experience “ you’d been like a deer in headlights. No one really ever came in and when they did it was older people, or the odd hipster trying to seem quirky and different by shopping for antiques. Never someone like her. You’d not even managed a word, simply squeaked and scurried off into the back for your manager.

You hadn’t actually managed a conversation with her until 2 weeks of her being there. Even now you struggled sometimes. When you couldn’t see her it wasn’t so bad, you would have long conversations on the phone often. Even if you were mostly listening. But in person? She was far too overwhelming.

How did anyone have the ability to stand in her presence and simply just… be okay? She was like one of the Egyptian goddesses she seemed so interested in, beauty beyond anything of a mere mortal.

Though maybe you were over exaggerating. But then again. Maybe not.

You rolled out of bed and shuffled over to your bathroom to wake yourself up with a shower, trying to be as fast as possible to not keep Layla waiting. The entire process passing by in a half asleep daze.

Your body still seemed reluctant to be up and moving though, so much so that it took you three attempts just to find the correct arm hole in your t shirt. And then you swore you tried every single key on your door before you found the right one.

So before you even attempted to navigate the tube, you headed for Starbucks. Knocking back your coffee before you even reached the platform, burning your mouth in the process. But at least it made you feel a little more awake.

Thankfully the world seemed to be on your side, the tube ride smooth as could be with not as many tourists popping themselves in awkward places like normal. You didn’t know how many times you’d accidentally walked into someone trying to decipher a tube map, parking themselves right in the way of everyone.

Your little lie in actually was quite the lifesaver though, meaning you’d missed the vast majority of the rush hour crowd. Of course it was busy, you didn’t think you’d ever actually seen London… quiet. But you weren’t sandwiched up against a bunch of strangers at least. You actually had a space mostly to yourself. There was even an empty seat but you thought you’d probably just drop off again if you sat down.

So you stayed standing, it wasn’t a long journey anyway. And it provided more people watching opportunities. You’d always kept yourself to yourself, always on the quieter and more timid side your entire life. So you’d grown pretty good at reading people.

And the tube was full of… interesting people to look at.

There was always at least one person reading. Usually a dog of some kind tucked in someone’s arms too. Sometimes both. Business men in suits, someone talking too loud on their phone, couples giving far too much pda, a whole array of languages and accents. Maybe a tiny part of you actually enjoyed the tube.

You did feel slightly envious of people sometimes. When you’d see people so clearly more confident and comfortable in their skin than you. Happy to take up space and be heard. The couples too, so unapologetically in love with each other that they didn’t care about where they were or who saw them. It did make you feel a little lonely sometimes.

When you stepped off in Shoreditch you felt far more awake.

You always felt a little out of place in Shoreditch, not even remotely cool enough to be walking around there never mind working. But then again, the antique store you worked in didn’t particularly fit in either. So it was quite the match when you thought about it.

You popped into Costa before heading to the store, grabbing yourself something a little less caffeine based. You were nervous enough around Layla as it was never mind adding coffee shakes to the mix. And grabbed something for Layla too. Before finally heading to work a little later than planned.

You pushed open the stiff door of the shop, balancing the drinks as you did. The door itself was practically antique you were certain it had never been changed and that one day it would just stick completely, locking you in or out.

She was no where in sight as you closed the door, the tiny brass bell above it tinkling to signal someone had come inside. The little portable radio was on quietly behind the counter, slightly staticky because it was almost impossible to get a decent signal. It seemed to be half way between two stations. Take that overlapping with stormzy in some odd mash up.

“ there she is! Better late than never sleeping beauty “ Layla appeared from the back room, clearly hearing the bell as you’d entered the shop. She looked as beautiful as ever, her beaming smile made you weak in the knees. You were silently thankful you’d not opted for another coffee after all.

“ sorry I’m late “ she waved a hand as if to dismiss the apology and walked around the counter “ I got you a drink “

“ ooo thank you “ She pulled you in for a quick squeeze of a hug. She enveloped you in a mist of her perfume and shampoo, vanilla and coconut clouding your senses like a drug. Her soft curls tickling your cheek, her hands pressed firmly to your back. You were a total goner. Completely.

“ no problem “ you said quietly as she picked up the cup and drank almost half of it in one go “ thirsty? “

“ I’ve been here since 7! “ she said with a small laugh and stifled a yawn as if to prove the point “ someone was still snoozing at that point “ she teased, pulling a little notepad from the back pocket of her jeans “ I’ve done most of the backstock. We just need to take note of everything on the shop floor. Shouldn’t take us too long “

“ I’m sorry. It just completely slipped my mind “ she gave a small smile and squeezed your arm softly.

“ don’t. It’s fine. I think I’m more productive alone actually. No distractions “ she caught your eye for the briefest second before letting go.

You took half the shop each, taking note of every item the shop had to offer. You wished the system was more efficient. But your boss seemed to want to keep not only the stock antique, but the stocking systems too. You kept glancing over at her as you took note of everything in the silvers cabinet, half hiding behind the cabinet and a silver jug as not to be caught.

But she never seemed to notice you looking. Always oblivious to what you thought was your obvious staring and lovestruck gazes, your stutters and inability to form sentences around her most of the time. Maybe she just put it down to your nervous nature. Which you guessed half of it was in a way.

She reached up to count the pieces of a hand painted dinnerware set, her jumper riding up slightly and exposing a sliver of her skin. You had to look away, your cheeks flushing pink. Pathetic.

When you reached the artwork section your brain started wondering again, looking at one particular piece depicting two girls on a picnic in beautiful flowing dresses. You wondered if they were friends or something more. Old art had a habit of showing women so clearly in love but marking them as friends. Women in intimate and close encounters but descriptions stating that was simply how intimacy worked in that era.

It made you look over at her again.

You knew she liked girls, she’d mentioned it in passing once or twice. Small mentions of an ex girlfriend or a failed date. But you also knew she’d been married to a man. Part of you wondered if she was just one of those girls who only said they liked girls, thinking it was some way to make herself seem more appealing and quirky.

She was too kind, too gentle, too… perfect to be like that though. Wasn’t she? You turned back to the artwork, imagining some perfect date like the one in the paint like that with her. If anything it would be a perfect choice simply because it was relatively stress free. Picnics were relaxing. Calm. Not an anxiety attack trigger in sight.

And it might not even totally come across as a date… in fact she wouldn’t even have to know. You could simply…. Test the waters as it were. Just two friends. Having a picnic. Just like the piece of art.

But having the courage to actually ask her? That was going to take some working up to.

“ almost done over there? “ you startled as Layla called you from the other side of the shop, looking over at you with a smile and leaning back to see you from behind a cabinet.

“ I- yeah. Yeah nearly done “ you made haste and finished taking note of everything on your side of the shop, making sure every piece of an old chess set was there when Layla joined you again.

“ boo “ her voiced was soft, right by your ear and fingers poking at your sides. You startled more at her closeness than her actually making you jump, her warm breath against your skin sending a trail of goosebumps across your arms. Heat rose up your neck and blossomed across your cheeks. You wanted her fingers to dance across those goosebumps, read your skin like brail and understand your feeling without even having to say it.

If only.

“ hey “ you said quietly, softly clearing you throat in hopes she hadn’t noticed your nerves at her closeness.

“ hungry? I’m starved “ she draped an arm over your shoulder the other on her hip and moved next to you, looking down at your notebook. If anyone looked through the windows now they might think you were a couple. You kinda liked that “ just one shelf left to do? “

“ yes “

“ right. I’m gonna go get us some lunch then…. Jolenes? I think we deserve some pastries, don’t you? “ you chanced a look up at her, very much gazing like some lovestruck teenager. She gave you a warm smile, eyes crinkling at the edges and nose scrunching slightly

“ yeah. Sounds good. Pastries “ her smile grew and she gave you a squeeze before letting you go, heading behind the counter and grabbing her bag.

“ right. You get that final shelf done. I’ll go get us some treats. I’ll be like 10 minutes okay? “ you nodded and watched as she fished around her bag for her purse before heading for the door “ get working, you! You’ve got the time it takes me to go get food and get back. If you’re not done I’ll eat yours “ she disappeared out the door with a wink.

You finished the last shelf with a goofy smile on your face, practically floating on air, the same way you always did whenever she paid you any kind of attention that might prove more than just being friendly.

In fact something seemed to click in your brain and all of a sudden you had decided. You would ask her on that picnic. You would. She didn’t have to know it was a date, didn’t have to know your feelings. Your intentions. All she had to know was two people who were friends, having a friendly picnic dinner. That was all.

You would do it. You would do it. It would be easy. Easier than you thought.

‘ hi layla. Want to go on a picnic with me? ‘

‘ layla did you wanna come to the park with me tomorrow? Picnic and the outdoor cinema? ‘

‘ layla. Let’s go to the outdoor cinema with a picnic tomorrow! ‘

You internally groaned at how stupid you sounded, and you hadn’t even said them out loud. You sighed and took note of the remaining items on the shelf.

“ Layla. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the park tomorrow- no…. Layla! Fancy a picnic tomorrow? “ you placed your notebook down with a frustrated sigh “ Layla. Do you like the movie Grease?- everyone fucking likes Grease come on “ you would’ve sounded like a mad woman if anyone entered the shop now “ Layla. The outdoor cinema is running tomorrow. Shall we go? Let’s take a picnic?… not bad not bad “ You made your way back to the counter, now that your side of the shop had been accounted for “ Layla… “

“ yes? “ you dropped your pen as she returned, paper bag in one hand and cup holder of drinks in the other, pushing the door open with her hip and elbow.

“ oh! N-nothing. Talking to myself “ you hurried over to pull the door further open for her.

“ first sign of madness “ she said with a cheeky smile and headed for the counter “ hot chocolate. Almond croissant, lemon muffin “ she said as she opened the paper bag, handing over smaller paper bags to you. You smiled and took the paper cup from her too.

“ thank you “ she rummaged around the bag for her own food, taking a bite into a pain au chocolat with a sigh.

“ gods I’m so hungry “ she practically moaned, taking another big bite. You smiled into your cup, taking a sip of the hot chocolate and feeling your stomach grumble in response.

You were both quiet as you ate your treats, Layla double checking over her notebook and occasionally swiping away pastry crumbs.

You thought about your plans to ask her out. Feeling more relaxed in that moment than you had been all day, a calm atmosphere between you. Comfortable. Barely any butterflies fluttering around in your chest.

“ Layla “ you said softly spurring through it before you could lose the tiny bit of courage you’d found, fiddling slightly with the paper bag your muffin had come in.

“ hmm? “ she glanced up at you, big brown eyes full of kindness and care the same way they always were. You were speechless again, words refusing to form in your mouth now that you were looking her right in the eyes “ y/n?”

‘ I think I’m in love with you would you go on a date with me? Please? ‘

You wished you could say it. Wished you had the balls to just tell her. Instead your mouth just opened and closed a couple of times. You probably looked like an idiot.

“ are you okay? “ she asked with some concern filtering into her words, her hand gently falling on your wrist.

“ I- would you maybe. I mean only if you want- like. I mean- fuck “ your cheeks burned as you failed to even form the sentence you’d been practicing. You felt completely useless.

“ you’re being weird “ Layla said with a raised eyebrow.

“ m’ always weird “ you tried with a slight smile. It made a smile blossom on Laylas face too, the kind that made the corners of her eyes crinkle, the kind that made you want to melt into a puddle on the ground. She playfully nudged your arm and propped her elbow on the counter, chin in the palm of her hand.

“ come on what’s wrong, why are you getting flustered. It’s just me. Remember what I told you, deep breath in your nose, out slowly through your mouth. Gather your thoughts. And try again. You got this “ she was always so kind. So gentle.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, taking her advice and taking a breath.

“ there’s. There’s this picnic in the park thing happening tomorrow. They’re doing this projector movie and you take a blanket and food and. I was just. Well- do you want to… would you maybe like to go? “ you waited for the frown or the excuse as to why she couldn’t make it. But Instead she smiled and nodded enthusiastically, her curls bouncing around her head.

“ that sounds amazing! Yeah I’ll go with you “ she flipped her notebook closed and picked it up “ come on then let’s get this all finished. don’t wanna be here all day do we “ you watched slightly dumbstruck as she linked her arms with yours and you stumbled slightly as she lead you into the back room for the final checks. She was acting as if it was a totally normal thing to have been asked and you still couldn’t quite believe she had said yes.

But maybe the idea that she may think it was simply just a friends thing was working? Either way. You had a date with Layla and that was both exciting and terrifying as all hell.

You’d never been more nervous in your life as you tried to find a decent outfit for your date. It was silly because Layla didnt even think it was a date, you shouldn’t be treating it as one even if that had been the intention all along.

You looked at the piles of clothes scattering your bed, all the choices you’d decided against before sighing and closing your eyes. You took a deep breath in some attempt to relax before looking back at yourself in the mirror. You looked nice. Not too smart. Not too casual.

You’d been preparing all day, up since 6 with too much nervous energy to sleep any longer. You’d nipped out to get a whole array of snacks and nibbles for your picnic, stopping at a flower seller on the corner on the way home too. Whether or not you’d actually give her the flowers was a whole new story. But you’d brought them all the same.

You wondered what she’d be wearing. If you were too over dressed. Or under dressed. It was silly. This was Layla. She wasn’t going to judge you for something as ficcle as clothes. You were being silly. Over thinking. Getting in your head.

There was a knock on the door and your heart started hammering in your chest. The outfit you had on would have to do.

“ one second! “ you called and headed into the kitchenette to grab the tote bag full of snacks for your picnic, hesitating before carefully putting in the small bunch of flowers too. Hidden so that if you didn’t get brave enough to give them to her she’d never have to know they’d even existed.

You were over thinking things far too much. You shook your head and headed for the front door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

“ Hey! Oh you look nice “ she greeted, beaming smile on her face. You froze, unable to say anything to her “ I brought a blanket and some drinks, like we said. You got the snacks? “ you nodded, still unable to talk as you very blatantly stared at her. She was so. Beautiful. How on earth were you even going to make it through the evening with her looking like that?

It wasn’t like she was even in anything fancy, she just…. Looked nice “ you okay? Y/n? “ she placed a hand on your shoulder, a warm smile on her face. She was going to be the death of you.

“ yeah. Yeah I’m okay. Tired “ she gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze as you said it, sympathy in her eyes

“ fresh air will wake you up. Come on let’s go we don’t wanna miss the start of the movie “ you locked the door to your flat and followed her to the stairs. The lift in your flats hadn’t worked for months now.

A part of you wondered if she knew your secret intentions, knew your fear to ask her outright on a date. You hoped not. She probably just thought it was exactly what it seemed, two friends going out together.

“ did you… did you have a nice day? “ you asked, in some attempt to calm your nerves with some normal conversation.

“ yeah it was fine. Nothing too exciting. You? “ I spent the whole day panicking about our date that you don’t know is a date and did literally nothing productive. It was great!

“ nothing really “ she smiled and you both fell quiet for a few moments. You were stood so close together her hand was brushing against yours as you walked and it was making your cheeks flush.

You wanted to hold her hand. You wondered if it was soft and smooth or rough with the years she had spent at dig sites in Egypt. If it would fit nicely in your own.

“ oh careful! “ in your daydreaming you hadn’t been paying attention to your surroundings, almost walking right into a lamppost. She grabbed onto your hand and tugged you around it with a laugh and a shake of her head “ you’re away with the fairies today! “ she laughed and squeezed your hand lightly. It was as if she’d read your mind.

“ sorry “ you practically choked on your embarrassment but she just squeezed your hand again and beamed at you.

“ come on let’s get to this movie before you get yourself into mischief “ you noticed as you walked she didn’t drop your hand. Kept it firmly in her own as she walked down the street in her usual confident strides. Maybe she knew you wanted to hold her hand. Maybe you’d been staring. Either way you didn’t really mind.

You made it to the park just as the movie was starting. She found a empty spot in the grass and laid down the blanket, both of you spreading out the drinks and snacks you’d brought with you.

You looked at the flowers in the bag and debated for a moment before taking them out and clearing your throat.

“ erm… Layla “

“ hmm? “ she asked, half looking away from the movie.

“ for you? “ it came out as more of a question than a statement. But you’d gained the confidence to even take them out of the bag. That was something. She turned fully to look at you, a questioning look blossoming into a smile as she saw the small bunch of flowers in your hands.

“ really? “ she asked gently, taking them from your hands “ they’re lovely, y/n “ she pulled you in for a hug, careful not squish the flowers between you. Her perfume flooded your nose and it somehow eased your nerves again.

You got that fluttering feeling in your chest again. As if a million butterflies had erupted out of your heart, filling your lungs so that it took your breath away. She took your breath away.

You barely watched the movie. You watched her. Completely and utterly enamoured by her as you always were, looking away any time she glanced over at you and hoping she hadn’t caught you. Looking particularly interested in the hummus and carrots and hoping your cheeks werent too bright. It seemed to work for the most part.

She sang along to the songs, nodding her head along to the beat, curls bouncing around her face in a way that was mesmerising. You felt as though you should be trying to make some kind of conversation with her, ask her about her dating life? isn’t that what happened on dates?

“ would. Would you ever date anyone like Danny? “ you asked and laughed a little, planning to play it off as a joke if she found it weird.

“ no way. He’s awful to her most of the time! “ you nodded and pushed a mini sausage roll around on your paper plate

“ who would you then? Date I mean? “ she shrugged, still watching the screen intently

“ someone kind. That’s boring isn’t it? But it’s what I want. I’ve done the whole moody, brooding, tough guy type. Maybe I need a little change. Someone a little softer “ she glanced over at you and it flushed your cheeks red for the millionth time, causing you to focus back on your plate again.

“ your husband? He was like that? Moody? “

“ so moody “ she said with a sigh, still watching the screen “ and secretive “ you watched her face carefully, trying to decipher her exact thoughts. Trying to decide if it was longing or sadness you were hearing in her voice. Longing to have the man back or sadness that it was over, but at peace “ you can’t have a relationship that’s built on secrecy you know? It doesn’t work “

“ what secrets did he have? “ you didnt know why you were asking, you didn’t want to know about him really. The man that had managed to be able to call Layla his own. And had hurt her so badly

“ you wouldn’t believe me if I told you “ she said with a laugh and shrugged “ I have my own secrets too. But I like to think I’ll get to the point some day to tell someone, if I loved them. I thought I loved Marc and I thought he loved me but… so many secrets “ you cautiously reached over and squeezed her hand lightly and she smiled “ don’t worry I’m fine. Over it. Besides got my eye on someone new “

Your heart sank. It felt as though it were made of lead, plummeting from your chest and weighing heavily in your stomach. You dropped her hand and reached for your drink, some attempt to hide your burning disappointment. Of course she liked someone. And no doubt they liked her back too. Of course

Layla didn’t seem to pick up on your upset, grinning at the screen as Sandy appeared after her make over “ she looks totally amazing but it’s sad she has to change for him isn’t it? “ you nodded “ she looks hot. But I think I liked her better before “

“ why? “ she shrugged again

“ quite. Kind. Caring… sweet. Not trying to prove anything to anyone. I like that “

“ I always thought that. When I was younger I loved Sandy I always felt a lot like her “ you tried your best to appear as normal as could be, ignoring your disappointment and heartbreak that Layla would soon be in work talking about someone that wasn’t you.

“ do me a favour? Never go get some hot biker make over then “ she said with a grin and nudged you with her arm. Humming along with the song “ I quite like you how you are, the ‘Sandra D’ type huh? “ you gave her a small smile and nodded

“ no pleather jumpssuits. Got it “

The movie ended and she offered to walk back with you, proudly carrying the flowers you felt stupid about bringing now.

You expected her to say goodbye at the door to your building but she insisted she walk you right to your door. Part of you just wanted her to leave, you wanted to cry into a pint of ice cream for the rest of the night about how stupid you were. But she was too kind. Too polite. Of course she wanted to ensure you got home safe.

As you reached your door you placed the food bag down and rummaged in your handbag for your keys.

“ thank you for co- “ as you looked back up to her, before you could even finish your sentence, she was pressing a soft kiss to your lips, so sudden it took you by surprise. You froze. Not even kissing her back right away, too In shock to even process what was going on.

Your eyes fluttered closed and she smiled against your lips, clearly feeling you relax slightly, a hand sliding to press against your lower bag and pull you in closer.

“ Layla- I… what? “ she giggled at your shock, nudging the backs of her fingers against your burning cheek as she pulled away. She simply shrugged.

“ most people end a date with a kiss. Why should we be any different? And you didn’t seem to be getting my hints “

“ date? What date I.. no this wasn’t- maybe it was but- when? “ she laughed again as you failed to string together a sentence for the second time in a row, brain foggy with the memory of her soft plump lips brushing against your own. You felt like melting into the floor below you. But she was more than used to it by now.

“ you had me at first I won’t lie to you. But the flowers? Very cute attempts at flirting? Is that why you were so nervous when you asked me? Cause it’s a date? Hm? “ it did feel like a weight off your shoulders honestly, you gave a small sigh as your shoulders physically relaxed under the metaphorical weight leaving.

“ yes “ you prepared yourself for the let down, for her to say it was sweet and all. But she didn’t like you like that. But instead she simply smiled and leant back in, lips brushing over yours, noses bumping slightly. And then she kissed you again.

You were thankful she seemed to know what she was doing far more than you, holding your face so gently in her hands whilst yours hung useless and slightly awkward in between you. It was how you’d always imagined it, her lips as soft as you’d thought, the slight taste of her coconut lip balm hovering in your mouth. When she pulled away the second time she placed another soft kiss to your nose before stepping back.

“ how about- “ Layla spoke again, brushing your hair away from your face gently “ I take you on a date next hmm? There’s this amazing restaurant in Hammersmith that does traditional Egyptian cuisine, it’s awesome. I can take you there? The Basbousa there will rot your teeth in the best way I promise “

you couldn’t quite find the words still, shock still rendering your voice useless as you realised Layla wanted to take you on date. You. Your feelings weren’t one sided. She did like you back. She did want to go on a date with you.

“ that’d be amazing “

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