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Il y a quelqu'un pour tout le monde

[There's someone for everyone]

Fem!Y/N x Oscar Issac!Young! Modern!Gomez Addams

Summary:

              Y/Ns always been different, making dating life almost impossible, but she's happy like this, that is until a certain family come to visit her house, and a certain brother seemed to catch her attention

Y/N is a bit more like Wednesday in this than mortician but if this becomes a series you may or may not see some character development.

Translations are in Bold and Red

Y/n I want you in your room and don't come out unless I say so"

"Bu-"

"No buts OK? These people want to look at our house to buy it and I don't want you and you scaring them away with your.."

"Lack of compassion?"

"No"

"Stories of the underworld?"

"Not quite"

"The impending sense of doom I tend to inflict on everyone and everything I come into contact with"

Mum snaps her fingers and nods as I simply toll my eyes before retiring back to my room.

Ever since I was young I knew I was different.

I never cared for the silly little cartoons and toys other people my age seemed to fawn over, no instead I spent my time writing stories and poetry on how I truly felt alone.

When I was in a particularly good mood I would write horror and poems describing death but the joyful poems seemed to be nothing in comparison to the lonieless ones.

And recently it has only gotten worse and mum and dad want to move out following my grandma's death to be closer to my grandad. For the longest time it's just been us and now we want I co-operate another person into our family, plus its bad enough having them judge me, I don't need another one and Grandads the worst, and with no Grandmare to keep him in check it's a death wish for a strange 18 year old.

"Ah the Addams! Please do come in"

I hear my mum greet them at the door and here four pairs of footsteps waddle in. I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling as I try to block out voices downstairs. I hear mum and dad and the four pairs of footsteps make their way up the stairs and pray I can be left alone in my room. They look around every other room and just as I think I have gotten away with it.

"What's this room?"

It'd a female voice and sounds like a Barbra. I bet she's a soccer mum with her two pride and joys following her. I can imagine their faces when they see my room decorated to my own taste. The whole room top to bottom is painted black with a old wardrobe I found on the street and painted it myself a desk homage by screws of wood from when dad build the shed full of pills of paper and my bed, a rectangle in the edge of the room, I loved it it was my safe place but mum and dad had there own views.

"Oh, that's my daughter's room! She isn't very sociable but I suppose I can nudge her out if you want to take a look..but uh I would warn you she has a particular..style but don't be alarmed! She's a sweetheart"

That was possibly the biggest insult of my life.

I hear a misrule knock on my door, the one that attempts to make a tune and u groan and mentally prepare myself for how this is going to go. I take a deep breath and open the door.

"Sweetheart do you mind stepping outside for a minute, our guests want to take a quick look at your room"

I squint my eyes at her as she over pronounces guests before nodding and walking to one side, and to say I was wrong about the family was an understatement.

The mum and dad seemed to pass as normal, each gave me a kind smile as they walked into my room, yes classic mum but I couldn't Imagine her being snobby, she had piercing black eyes and her hair just as striking. The dad however seemed to be a typical amefain one, just a little bit taller and seamed approachable.

Then came the other two.

The first one to walk in was a pale and Klippel-Feil Syndrome, don't ask why I know this I went thru a phase when I was younger and once it get focused on something I know everything about it so when I went through a Doctor phase I know know many desires of by heart and some would say its smart, others would say it's pathetic but either way it makes me stand out and that's always been the one thing I'm good at.

The first one walked in without acknowledging me, joining his parents in my dark whole of a room.

The second one though was different, he carried himself differently and almost made me feel small in my oversized hoodie and legend to his perfectly coordinated outfit from head to toe.

He looks to be about my age and his hair is slicked back and very impressive eye liner grazes his eyelids. His eyes are a dark brown colour and he's nothing like I have ever seen before. Unlike his brother, this one does acknowledge me in the best way possible. Before walking into my room he lifts my hand up to his mouth and gives it a light kiss. I turn my head questionly at him but even I can't deny they smile and blush creeping into my face, u haven't felt like this ever, I feel alive and I never want it to stop. He smiles into my hand and places it down.

"Pleasure to met you mon amour"

My love

"le plaisir est tout pour moi monsieur Addams"

The pleasure is all mine Mister Addams

Many sleepless nights also meant I was almost fluent in French witch Is weird I guess for having no desire to leave my room nerv mind going to another country but with all the books I had randomly on that topic it felt only right. I would be observer to by them books in hope of learning the language and finding true live at 10 years old, but harsh truth of reality kicked in at 12 and now I know what I'm destined to be

Alone.

The second one seemingly blushes before walking into my room, laughing. I could do amazing things, I do that alot.

Once everyone is in my room I head downstairs and put the TV on.

I glick through the channels before turning on Netflix and watch 'His houses' a personal favourite. Dad doesn't like me watching films like this but I don't see what's wrong with it, it isn't that scary despite others reactions to it and of anything I find amusing.

I hear mumbles of conversation upstairs until the four guests make her way back down.

"Y/n! What are you watching"

Mum urgently tries to get me to tint of my favourite film, what ist not like there's any kids around.

"His house"

I say not looking from the TV

"Why don't you watch it upstairs?"

"You just kicked me out of upstairs"

"Well I'm kicking you back in"

"Pourquoi as-tu si honte de moi?"

Why are you so ashamed of me?

"You know I don't speak french"

"Peut-être devriez-vous apprendre"

Maybe you should learn

"Y/n! Upstairs now!"

I sigh and turn the TV off and walk upstairs. I accidentally bump into the second one and he gives me an almost sad and understanding smile. I attempt one back but I can't imagine how it looks, I've always hated my smile. Before I walk up the stairs I feel him place something in my back pocket. I don't see what it is there since I want to get out of there as soon as possible but I would be lying if my hast wasn't only because of that.

I rush into my room and shut the door, I put on my small lamp in the corner of my room and reach into my back pocket. It s peace of paper, a cornet peace to be exact with a phone number scribbled on the the words-

Appelez-moi?

(Oui, je parle français)

Call me?

(Yes I speak french)

I smile widely at the note and even though I'm alone in my room I make sure no one's around.

I don't use my phone much, never mind texting but I suppose I can't make an exception.

I walk over to my desk and get it out the drawer and hope it has a battery in it.

15%

That's enough for now.

I get the paper and carefully type in the number. I'm.not sure what to do for the contact name, I don't know is name anyways and settle for

'The second one'

The name I have deemed him in my head.

Once I added the contact name I debate to send him a text right away or wait until he's left me I diced to wait as I don't want to seem desperate or needy but sit in since and hope in for them to just go so I can send him a text.

What should I say?

Hi I'm the weird girl who lives in the house your peratam are trying to buy?

Or

Where did you learn French?

Or

Hello!

The possibilities are endless but keep me entertained before I hear some polite goodbyes and the door shut. I pick up my phone and almost immediately start.

[>-Y/n >-Gomez]

Sorry you had to put up with my mum,<

she's insurable<

>I take it your the French speaking

Girl from the house?

>And don't worry my Mum's the same

Why? Do you give your number out<

often?

>No, actually you're the first.

I'm flattered<

>You should be

I never got your name?<

>Gomez Addams

>I never got yours either?

Y/N L/N<

You have a nice name<

>No tan hermosa como tu amor

Not as beautiful as yours love

That's not french<

>My family come from España

>How do you know french?

Don't know.. I guess I got bored<

>With what?

Everything<

>Fair enough

>Your different

What do you mean<

>Not sure yet

>Are you free tomorrow? There's a ice cream place I want to try

What time<

>3:00?

>I'll pick you up?

Will you pay?<

>Is this a deciding factor?

Yes<

>Then I will pay and pick you up

à bientôt Monsieur Addams<

See you there Mister Addams

>Et vous Mademoiselle L/N

And you Miss L/N

_______________________________________

I smile like a stuiped girl with a crush, witch I spouse I am and here my phone buzz,

5% Connect Charger

And I do just that, and maybe do a couple of happy stories, tonight seemed like the right night

#moon knight #blue jones x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #sucker punch #blue jones #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #gomez addams x reader #oscar issac as gomez addams

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Idk if this could happen but...

What if jake shot konshu?

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Go follow so it looks like I have friends

Also I'll follow back :)))

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Yall too this day I don't know why franchises make things INCREDIBLY GAY only to push the straight agenda on there characters.

Like of you don't want gay characters

DONT MAKE THEM STARE AT EACHOUTHERS LIPS OR GET JELOUS WHEN THE LOVE INTRESY FLIRTS WITH THEM

DO MAKE THEM HAVE A ROMACE!!

ITS WHAT THEY DESERVE

#steddie #finnpoe #loki x mobius #lokious #gay #stranger things

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Friendly reminder that my blog is the most inconstant thing in your life

If you followed for one fandom get ready for a butt load of shit from another fandom you may or may not have heard of

This may make people unfollow me but it needs to be said

This will be pinned on my blog as a warning to everyone, you are lost go home

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Steve: Welcome, fellow idiots

Y/n: Hello, Steve

Steve: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot

Y/n: You underestimate me

#steve harrington #stranger things incorrect quotes #stranger things #Steve harrington x reader

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Dustin*noiticing Steve isnt there*:

Has anyone seen my older-male-friend?

Oh GoD StEve!!

The younger sibling adrenaline is kicking in!

STEVE!!!!

I can see every EaUqAtIoN

Exuse me mam? Have you see a teenage boy about *jumps up* this high

Clearly gay we've just haven't had the talk!

*High Pitched* STEVE

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Give me Oscar issac as Gomez Addams Fanfiction or I swear to god ill do it myself

Edit:

Hehe

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Monsters Together

Blue Jones x Tomboy?/Boyish/Short hair/reader

But you can just skip like the first 2 paragraphs if this isn't you

"Blue Jones wasn't the man of her dreams. It was a lie she told herself ever since she met him, maybe now she can start telling herself the truth."

Summary:

Y/N L/N was never one to fit it, always questioning Blues motives and ways in exchange for her own money. Every month they would meet, y/n would g9vr Blue money and Blue would treat his girls.with respect. But what happens when they slowly look forward to these meetings?

This is 100% self endulging fan fiction

Slight illusions to sex toys, not acutal smut tho

┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ╽ ࣭ ࣪ ┊𖡼̩̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧𖡼̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧̩̩̩̩┊ ࣭ ࣪ ྏ̮̩̩̩̩̩ ̣ ͘╽ ࣭ ࣪┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩

Y/n didn't fit into the gender norms of her society.

In the 1950s a woman having short hair and dressing almost exclusively in suits was absurd, and made Blue detest her.

She was everything Blue hated in a woman, she talked back, never wore anything revealing and never gave into his charms. Her hair wasn't even glamoires, it was cut like a man's, god knows here she got it done.

She was also a 'feminist' meaning she belived in women's rights witch was BAD for Blues buisness, not that he wasn't totally against the idea..he just really likes the money it brings him.

However she was incredibly wealthy, and that did attract Blue, so they made a deal.

He treats the girls nicer, and he receives monthly funding from Y/n.

The exchanges were short and snappy. Blue having a go at Y/ns 'masculine' qualities and y/n pointing out Blues messed up the past and how she shouldn't even be doing business with 'scum like him'.

But it didn't take long for Blue to look forward to these monthly meetings.

He would never admit it but he enjoyed the back and forth banger the two shared and he admired the way y/n looked.

Not many women could pull off short hair but he had to admit it she did it, and she did it well.

All of Blues hatred for the women went away one day, 23rd April and he remembers it clear as day.

She walked in surrounded by his goons as per usual, wearing her suit as per usual but she lacked her usual..pettiness.

To say Blue was shocked when she didn't make a passing comment on being escorted around by security would be an understatement.Instead she just sat there, reaching for the money and slamming it on his desk. Blue looks at the money and y/n, she only gives a nod before walking off.

"Wait"

Blue reaches for the money, flicking it between his fingers, Y/n looks annoyed that Blue called her back.

"What"

Her jaw is clenched and fists balled up, she makes eye contact with Blue and he places the money on his desk, giving it a slight pat before walking over towards a distraught looking y/n.

"Really? No sly comments? Want to make fun out of my outfit? What is it to-"

"Blue just-i'm not in the mood today okay? You have your money and I haven't heard any reports from girls so we're good here yeah?"

Blue stands there speechless ad y/n opens the door and leaves, he's not entirely sure what his thought process was but before he knew it he was chasing her out of his office and down the stairs.

"Y/n! Just wait!"

"What Blue?"

Y/n didn't expect anyone else so she let the tears go she had been holding in for what has felt like hours.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing Blue..it's just my um.. Husband was found with another woman"

Blue couldn't understand?

Y/n is so confident, funny, sarcastic and had good looks why would anyone be in their right mind…

F

U

C

K

This is when he knew he was in deep,

but messed with the realisation was anger,

And Blue knew exactly what he was going to do.

"Sorry to bother you y/n"

And he simply walked off, not before muttering to one of his goons

"Find her Husband and bring him to me by tonight, if you don't i'll kill you too"

The poor guy gave a timid nod before running in the same way y/n exited.

Blue was going to kill that man, and yes he was crazy but y/n doesn't need to know. Weird how seeing someone vulnerable can spark so many emotions. Maybe Boue should be working on that but now is not the time.

┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ╽ ࣭ ࣪ ┊𖡼̩̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧𖡼̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧̩̩̩̩┊ ࣭ ࣪ ྏ̮̩̩̩̩̩ ̣ ͘╽ ࣭ ࣪┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩

"Mr.Jones"

Blue sat at his desk, cigarette between his two fingers and feet propped up on the desk. He looked up at the poor boy he treated before, he simpleing noffs and gets up to close the blinds of his officers

Y/Ns Husband walks in, two guards grab his elbows as Blue closes the blinds, they leave him in the middle of the office before walling off and locking the door from the outside.

"Mr…"

Blue sits back down. He knew y/n had a husband but never got to talking about it with her. He waits for then man to respond, not looking in his eyes, he wants to save that for when he slits his throat

"None of your damn business…who are you? Why am I here? Did y/n send you?"

"Why would she send me?"

Blue thoughts went faster than they did on earth. Was y/n dirty? No, I mean she wanted the sweet innocent girl he would usually find attractive, but she had..

Morals

Or did she?

"Oh please,that women kills whoever looks at her wrong"

Blue sat there, speechless before coming to a realisation..if she was dirty, surely she would want the man dead there heard, Blue got up, moving his feet of his desk with grace and walked across the room, not bore keeping the guy in the chest, ge lets out a groan of pain and Blue simply smiled, he walked over and knocked on the door, the guard outside opens it and Blue whispers.

"Find me Y/n in the next two hours"

┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ╽ ࣭ ࣪ ┊𖡼̩̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧𖡼̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧̩̩̩̩┊ ࣭ ࣪ ྏ̮̩̩̩̩̩ ̣ ͘╽ ࣭ ࣪┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩

The Next few hours went by slow, but it was all worth it when Vlue sore Y/ns dace as she walked thought the door to find her Husband battery and beatin up, s sick smile grew on her face as she looked over at Blue who gave a wink.

Y/n would never admit it, but she always felt attracted to Blue, he had done some messed up stuff but once y/n looked past that she could see a glass of a halfway decent man, which is not what she wanted.

She wanted Blue to lay off the girls, give them fair pay and not abuse his power. She was afraid he was going soft, which lessened the attraction by a lot. The only reason she was with this scumbag on the floor is he had seen her kill his brother, so to keep him from tattling on her she gave him head every couple of days. She hated it though, she felt like nothing but ru girls that worked for Blue, she wanted to be in control in the relationship, and she was but not in the way she wanted.

In short y/n wanted a submissive man who was okay with murder and look exacly like Blue Jones, but she knew there was no way Blue wad sub in bed so she chose to keep dreaming.

All of this aside, y/n was hurt when she found her husband with another woman. Not because of what she sore but what he said.

"You really think I even cared? You forced me into this relationship! And no wonder you had to, no one will ever love you for who you are y/n! No one! You're a Monster!"

And now she was standing informed of hum, not a word was spoken as she looked at Blue and back down at her Husband.

"Was going to kill him for you.. but then I thought it would be a gentlemen thing to do, guns in my top draw sweetheart"

Y/n walked over to Blues desk, and slowly opens the draw, and there was a gun and a knife and some ropes and some-

Y/n quickly grabbed the gun and shut the door, not wanting to see what..contraptions Blue had in that drawer.

"You Bitch!"

The man helplessly shouted, y/n pointed the gun at him, she hesitated causing her to miss and hit his shoulder, he clutched it and made eye contact with his wife.

'No one..Will love you y/n..no-"

A gun fire was heard,but not from y/ns gone, she looked down at Blue, still sitting at his desk but the calm and sister expression he had was replaced with anger and pain, he shot the guy right in the head.

"Sorry sweetheart, I know I should have let you-"

"It's alright Blue, I don't think I could hear him yabber on any longer"

Blue laughs slights before turning in his chest to face the women, she had tears balling up in here eye, Blue knew not to pry but curiosity got the better of him

"It isn't true..what he said ya know"

Y/n shook her head and Blue placed the gun down to walk at her side. Y/n had never expected this sought of softness from a man right after they killed someone, but here he was. Blue Jones wasn't the man of her dreams. It was a lie she told herself ever since she met him, maybe now she can start telling herself the truth.

Blue cupped her head with his hands and gave her a smile she never thought she was worthy of having.

"It isn't..okay..I should know"

Blue wiped the tears from her eyes and y/n closed them, she has never felt love like this before, and she loves it.

"I'm a monster Blue"

"Did he tell you that?"

Y/n nodded her head and Blues lips curled into a frown before pulling her in for a kiss.

It was nothing like either of them had experienced before. The love, pain and joy all pour into the way their lips move in sinq.

"Maybe..we could be monsters together"

"I'd like that"

"Me too"

#blue jones #blue jones x reader #moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #sucker punch #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #Blue jones x fem!reader #Blue Jones x Reader #oscar issac imagine #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar issac x reader #oscar isaac #oscar issac x fem!reader

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Ethan Hawke complimenting Oscar Isaac’s skirt suit +

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Why do they need 8 legs?

Marc Spector/Steven Grant (Slight Jake Lockley) x GN!Reader

Summary: Steven and Marc are tough guys, they used to be the Avatar for an Ancient Egyption God for god's sake! But they have one weakness..

✨️spiders✨️

Set after the events of the series, slightly allusions to smut at the end but there isn't any, (you can imagine they have a tickle fight if your not into that sort of thing)

Also btw I actually have Shark Sliders and I where them everywhere :DD

Y/n! HELP!"

Steven shouts from the kitchen, despacito filling his voice, I throw my book down not bothering to bookmark it and run to the kitchen.

"Steven! Marc! Are you OK? What happened!?"

I scan the room for any threats, none apart from Stevens fear in his eyes

"See! You big baby you've scared them"

The fear leaves Stevens face and is replaced by a annoyed mercenary known as Marc Spector"

"Marc it's massive"

Steven whispers back into the reflection on one of the random mirrors that you have put up around the house, this one hand in a kitchen cabinet, it wasn't the best look in the world but it makes for sentries like these even more funny as Steven seems to be augering with his reflection.

"What's massive?"

As funny as this is I need to know what has caused Steven to look this distressed.

"There's a spider"

"What"

He points at the corner of the kitchen to where on the wall there is a spider, I haven't even noticed it either because of the fact my boyfriend was screaming for help so the fact is a TINY HARMLESS SPIDER!!.

I shake my head and take of my *amazing* shark sliders and go to kill the spider.

"No!"

"What!"

"Don't kill it!!"

"Oh my god Steven!"

I laugh and walk over to his distraught face, the poor guys nearly in tears.

"Steven, is it just a spider OK? It can't hurt you"

I cup his face in my hand, he leads into my touch as I stroke his cheek

"They have 8 legs Y/N!"

I light again and pull away, Steven gives me a pout and I give him one back, I put my shark slider back in and get a glass and an old magazine and Cargill captures the spider.

"Why do they need that many legs"

Steven continues in a whisper, I hold the glass up to see the little.guy, before walking over to Steven.

"Nonononono y/n get away from me"

"Come on Seven! Just say hello"

He comes face to face with the glass and the spider he gulps before whispering underneath his breath.

"Hello Mr.Spider"

I take the glass away and he lets out a breath, I open the window and set the super free, even though it will probably die anyways but Steven doesn't need to know that.

"Well done really manley of you"

I recognise the slite Chicago accent and slap Marc on the shoulder.

"Hey! I'm nor the one who made you pick up the beast"

"Hey Marc! You were scared of it to"

Steven takes control, it's funny when they have these arguments but also INCREDIBLY ANNOYING.

"GUYS! Calm down okay! The spider's gone you're both safe and i'll defend you two as long as I live"

I give a little superhero pose and Steven laughs before Marc takes control wrapping his arms around me and wearing the same goofy grin I am

"Dork"

He mutters before kissing me, I pull back before he gets into it to make one last point.

"You're scared too!"

"Shut up"

He buries his head into my shoulder to hide the blush covering his face.

"I mean I can kinda understand Steven,but Marc Spector! Ex-Mercenary and Ex-Avatar of the Egyptian God Konshu! Scared of a teeny weeny spider"

Marc stays quite before kissing my cheek

"You were going to kill it!"

He says on my shoulder, nuzzling his face into my neck, peppering me with kisses.

"No I-mmhh"

He gets the right spot on my neck, causing me to let out a moun, Marc's

eyes light up and he pick me up

"Marc! Stop! Where are we going!"

I laugh as he carries me across Stevens flat onto his bed before laying me down.

"This is revenge mi amor'

#steven grant x gender neutral reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant #marc spector x gender neutral reader #oscar issac x male reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #oscar issac imagine #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar issac x reader #oscar isaac #moon knight

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...I need help

OSCAR ISAAC as BLUE JONES. (Sucker Punch 2011)

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Hello!!! Its me

Go follow @realworldsucksendhelp I'm moving to writing on there I have 3 fics up already! Unfortunately I'm not taking requests at the min as I'm working on a series over there! Thanks you guys ❤️❤️❤️

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Anyone know what the poem was called that Lalya and Steven recited in Ep.2 and even better of you know what they said! I would watch the ep but I'm on the train right now and writing the next part of 'im still on love with you' because of all the support it's getting ❤️❤️

Enjoy this gif iv found >:))

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I will always love you

Summary:

Marc and Y/n relashonship begain in a intruding environment, a Mental Hospital. But when y/n gets transferred, Marc is left alone, but sooner or later Lalya El-Faouly needs y/ns help to distinguish between Marc Spector and Steven grant.

(I suck at Summarys LMAO

In this AU Marc is a pateint and Y/n is a Doctor. Kinds angsty lol

Also I don't have DID so I dont want to hurt anyone with my description of it :)

It has become a daily ritual.

Every night when you were on duty you would go visit Patient 57.

Or Marc Spector as you knew him.

Every night you would lay on his bed and he would lay on your chest. You would play with his hair as you spoke meaningless sentences, the moon shone through the barred window as Marc would kiss you like you've never been kissed before.

But tonight it had to end.

You were being transferred.

Somehow,someway,someone had found out about yours and Marc's relationship, and soon enough you had to leave, and you had to tell him.

"y/n!"

He examined excitedly as he ran to the door to hug you. You held back tears as you returned the hug, you knew what was coming.

"Hi Marc"

Your voice broke and tears escaped your eyes as you clinged onto Marc for dear life.

"Hey"

He takes a step back and holds to cup your face, worry covers his beautiful features as he wiped the tears from your eyes.

"What's wrong?"

You went to cup his face, his eyebrows furrowed in concern, it was usually you who did the comforting at night, Marc's mind tried to figure out why you were upset.

"Marc I-Im being transferred"

The world ended right there for Marc.

The only good thing left in his life was gone.

"What-whay? Baby why?"

"They found out Marc..and they want me gone and I tried, I really tried."

You broke down Sobs in front of Marc, he holds you whispering 'it's not your fault' in your ear over and over. You really did try. You argued it was good for him that you have a connection but they agreed back saying he needs to heal not grow attachments.

Marc was in the hospital for 'going crazy'

He has had multiple accounts of a Egyption God by the name of Konshu haunting his dreams and commanding him to kill. In the end Marc turned himself in, he knew he was going crazy and the more you got to know the more reason he had to do so. His life was unfair and difficult. It took awhile but Marc admitted to what his mother had done to him, and you almost vomited. The fact people like this still exist makes you want to shelter Marc forever, but even you knew that was unfair, so you had to settle for being there at night keeping him from his nightmares and the so-called 'Procter of the night Konshu.

"It's okay it's okay..you'll come visit right?"

You nod as you pull him in for a kiss. It was salty as both of your tears mixed with each others.

"When?"

He asked, dreading filling his eyes.

"Tomorrow"

"Stay.. tonight one more night please"

"Of course my love"

You smoth hsi hair out and he leads into your touch you smile and walk him over to his bed, laying down first and him I top of you.

There were no meaningless sentences tonight. Every word meant the world to you both and you swore to remember this night, the night where everything was perfect once more.

Unfortunately night won't last forever. Morning came and you had to say your last goodbyes. The guards had to hold Marc back and you walked away, giving one last look at the man who will always have your heart.

'I love you!"

He shouts before being pulled in by whoever, you didn't care.

"I love you too"

And you walked away after 2 years of this, it was over, and you had never known emptiness like this

⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆ ༺♡༻ ᓚᘏᗢ ⁺ . 𓆩 𔓕 𓆪 . ⁺ ⋆ ࣪.

Marc was in a good mood today, it was vising day and alough he coudnt touch you he could hear your voice again.

He walked out with a spring in his steap, even saying good moring to the gaurds as he sat and waited for you.

And waited.

And waited.

"Times up!"

What?

You promised him?

Marc couldn't fight back the anger, he wasn't mad at you, he couldn't be, there had to be something else.

"No!"

He yelled, the doctors went to restrain him again as he struggled and called out your name like you will magically appear. Eventually he gives up, letting out a sob,

"I still love you"

He mutters before blacking out

⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆ ༺♡༻ ᓚᘏᗢ ⁺ . 𓆩 𔓕 𓆪 . ⁺ ⋆ ࣪.

You've quit.

You couldn't be with the familiar walls without Marc to be there, easing the pain of working in such a place. You turned over in your bed to see a calendar marked

MARCH 23rd

VISITING DAY!!!

Scribbled out.

You let the tears loose from your eyes like you do every morning. You can't go. Marc needs to move on. As much as it pains you, you are doing the right thing.

You tell yourself over and over again.

You check the time 10:28

You slept in anyways, you can't make it now. You huff and turn on your back to stare at the ceiling.

"I still love you"

You whisper, before closing your eyes and dreaming of Marc Spector, the man who will always have your heart.

⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆ ༺♡༻ ᓚᘏᗢ ⁺ . 𓆩 𔓕 𓆪 . ⁺ ⋆ ࣪.

5 Years Later

To say a lot can happen in 5 years in an over statement. The whole thing happened with the blip but you remained unaffected and considering you had no loved ones you didn't mourn already.

You still mourned Marc Spector.

You had got a job as a librarian in London, you loved it. It was quieter than your old job and more peaceful. You were surrounded by knowledge and spent most of your free time reading. You live in a messy one room flat, it wasn't perfect but it was home.

Every day you would go, get a coffee on your way back from work, and plan to drink it either re-watching [fav tv show/movie] or say you're going to read a new book, but just re read [fav book].

And that's what you are doing right now, fumbling with the keys in one hand and holding your coffee in the other, you opened the door and-

"HOLY SHIT!!"

There was a woman in your flat. You went to panic mode instantly as she tried to calm you down.

"No No No it's okay listen! Please okay , I can explain everything!"

"So what? You can kidnap me or something! I watch true crime documentaries! Okay so just.. ya know"

The women looks confused, slightly impressed and also 100% DONE with this bullshit.

"I'm a friend of Marc Spectors, your Y/n L/n right?"

The mention of his name gave you relief and pain at the same time. You wanted to scream in joy and let oit tears of sorrow. As much as you want to, you can't see Marc Spector again, it's all too much.

"I'm sorry, i think you have to wrong person"

Your whole demeanour changed and the women picked up on that.

"My name is Layla El-Faouly, I am a friend of Marc from his days as a Mercenary, it says here that you where his doctor for a while and..somethings up"

As much as you want to pretend this never happened, you owe it to yourself, you owe it to Marc and you owe it to everyone who has tried separating you that maybe, just maybe this could work.

"What is it?"

Lalya smiles in relide before starting to explain the situation.

"Marc doesn't rambert me he doesn't remember when he was a Mercenary, or his mum or anything! He had this weird accent on, I think it's supposed to be British, and says his name is 'Steven Grant and he works at a gift shop."

"DID"

I say almost instantly. Alters tend not to be aware of each other at first, had Marc always been like this? I fell as his doctor for 2 years I should have picked up on something.

"Dissociative identity disorder"

Lalays says, almost dumbfounded.

"Marc never showed signs of this in the hospital"

I begin, getting more comfortable as I believe I can trust this Layla person

"and his trauma took place during his childhood and that's how it tends to start. The alters protect them from reality, in which case for Marc was his mum…do you know if anything has happened recently with Marc that might have sparked up more trauma for him"

Lalya shakes her head in almost shame before speaking up.

"Maybe he didn't need protecting from reality in the hospital"

I stare down at my coffee and taking in what Lalya said, I take a sip and look up at her.

"Been looking through my files"

"Didn't take much looking.. Look, I know you're important to Marc and, I thought he was healed, ya know he was out of the hospital and I didnt want to see him right away. I thought he needed time, but something came up and Marc's in serious trouble and.. I think your the only one who can help him"

I look back down at my coffee before reaching for my keys, Lalya smiles at me and rushes to the door.

"Have you ever ridden a Motorcycle before?"

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