Blind Reflections
A fanfic about Jake having a great group of friends and daddy issues, also I ship him with everybody
This is a teaser of my fanfic, so not a full chaper
characters: Jake Lockley, Matt Murdock, Karen Page, Foggy Nelson, Jessica Jones, Elias Spector
tags/warnings: This is a general fanfic, but it leans mostly on the angsty side, nothing too angsty on this teaser though. Also no beta read, just the gang being very potective friends and Jake having dady issues because duh. Also I mention Judaism but I am not Jewish.
The reason I am posting this is so people who are interested in the fanfic to comment on the post so I can notify them when chapter one drops.
Words: 900
Chapter name: Elias Spector
The man on the other side of the door with dark curls and wet hair was holding his phone tightly.
There was a knock at the door, nobody knew where they were living here except-
“I’m sorry I didn’t know where else to go” Elias Spector said.
Foggy took a step backwards to let him in again but nobody else moved, they just stared at him, he is not a threat, at least not for them but they wouldn’t do that to Jake, or the others, especially not Karen who was blocking him like a protective mother.
Elias realized his unexpected visit wasn’t enough to be welcomed so he proceeded to explain “Someone broke into my house, they, they started a fire, I was supposed to be there! They were going to kill me, please I need to know what’s going on, what is my son involved in, who are you people? Let me in, I have a right to know! You don’t-”
“Karen…” Matt said. “We have to let him in.”
Karen hesitated but was surprised when she looked around and everyone looked welcomed.
“Not for long” she said and moved to allow him to enter.
“Thank you, thank you really!”
“Don’t thank us yet” Matt added as they guided him to the living room and Foggy filled him a glass of water, putting it in front him, in the center of the coffee table.
“So, when did this happen?” Asked Jessica, who by the looks of it wasn’t happier than Karen to allow him to be there.
“The police called me twenty minutes ago, when I was gathering my things at the hotel. Who would do such a thing? Haven’t my family suffered enough?”
“Sir, is there anyone you know that would have the motive to do that?”
“No I-”
“Look, you’re… it doesn’t have to be connected to your son’s life choices, who we still as we told you before know very little about.” That was of course now a lie, but he didn’t need to know that.
“What she means is…” Matt interrupted “you’re a Rabbi, there are many antisemitic organizations and individuals we need to look into.”
That seemed to have offended Elias “Never in the last twenty years my community has suffered such an attack! We live a peaceful life and just because we’re Jewish doesn’t mean, everything has to be connected to it!”
“But you are Jewish…” Jessica added, not giving a shit if she angered him more.
“And my son is an international criminal!” he finally yelled, making the others look at each other, hopping his son was still asleep, Karen stood up and went to check on him.
“Sir you don’t need to yell we can hear you clearly.” Matt commented, as he indeed was hearing him, more that clearly, over the sound of his heart and his breaths incoherently leaving his mouth, making each syllable sound different, to him. The anxiety and the fear made him sound like if he had just run a marathon, feelings that overcame the furry that had started to raise.
“You can hear me? Because I think you can’t! Two different people have come to me in the last ten days looking for information about Marc; urgently! And I know my son hasn’t made the brightest choices or the best connections, I am not a fool I know who he is, he is dangerous, and I will not allow him to bring any more pain to my family.”
The bedroom door squawked slightly open but closed with force immediately, making everyone turn around.
“Sorry, I’ll be back in a second!” Karen said from the other side but Matt had heard the entire conversation behind the closed doors but he didn’t have to, he knew exactly what was going to happen so he excused himself to go help Karen.
“What family?” Jessica asked, looking straight into his eyes. “It’s just you, isn’t it?”
“Jessica-” Foggy tried to stop her before she made him yell again but the door opened, this time nobody was hiding the person behind it.
Elias stayed still, he put his glass down and slowly stood up, without breaking eye contact with the door. He rubbed his fingertips together just like Steven uses to do. He would have looked down in shame, if he wasn’t so surprised, or maybe we wouldn’t realize why he should feel ashamed. No matter how anyone was feeling, the truth was, Elias Spector was standing in the middle of the living room, his son avoiding his look from across the room, only stealing a couple of glimpses, as hard as he tried to stop himself, just to make him realize that what’s happening is true and not just some voice, some distant memory of nightmare echoing in his head.
“M, Marc.” Elias tried to ask but it came out less that a question and more like an announcement, a deduction.
His son from across the room stayed still like a pole, looking at the fine details of the carpet, probably counting all the red flowers. His hands and feet where running cold and he forced himself to speak in the coldest more distant way possible but his voice was still shaking with all of his feelings in the end of every second word.
“I have a house in the west side of the state, you should be safe there, I’ll inform a friend to stay with you, now leave, go back to your hotel.”
That's it folks, comment if you want to read more
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Iceman anon again :)
Oh, I think I've read that fic! I've read pretty much every fic out there where Bobby is listed as a Jewish character.
As for fic of my own- I actually have a few pieces in the works, most of which have reached the end of the first draft. Mostly I’m in the stage where I’m doing research to iron out the nuances, which is time consuming because not only am I still trying to determine which tradition Bobby belongs to, I’m also trying not to overlap with the other Jewish characters I want to work with (because even within Ashkenazi Jews there’s a lot of differences depending on where one is from and I want to capture the diversity within Judaism) in addition to using a 1960s setting for a lot of what I write. It takes a lot of research to get these nuances right, and the more I’ve researched the more I’ve fallen in love with Judaism .
Anyway all that to say: I am a gentile, but tomorrow I’m meeting with a Rabbi to start conversion
Idk it's a tumblr post with zero likes so I don't think you've read that?
Mazel Tov on the conversion btw!
But yeah the 1960s were a different country (especially to my immigrant ass).
I personally think Bobby would be reform or conservative given his mother married a Catholic at all. But that's my hc!
Kitty is canonically reform, I believe. In one comic her Rabbi is a woman which points to her being reform but isn't unheard of in other denominations.
From what we can see about Max/Erik (Magneto) his family are very assimilated but still practiced high holidays in secret.
The only Orthodox Judaism representation are Moon Knight System's family whose father is an Orthodox Rabbi. The system themselves/himself is pretty lapsed
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I made the grave mistake of thinking of 10 yo marc who was scared and confused because randall is not there anymore and his mom is always so mean to him and he keeps forgetting what he was doing or where he put his favorite toy soldier. no like just imagine how disorienting life must've been for lil marc please I'm crying
One day he goes to Wendy because the habit of falling into his mom's arms whenever he's scared hasn't been beaten out of him yet because he's so confused and it's unsettling, he feels like he's constantly time traveling. One moment he's trying to clean Randall's wardrobe and the next moment he's eating cereals at midday.
"Mom?"
Ever since Randall di-
No.
Ever since Randall went away, his mom spends most of her time yelling, crying or drinking out of that stinking bottle. Today, she's doing the latter; curled up on the couch, a blanket thrown over herself, flipping through a photo album while cradling a bottle of wine. marc just wants to be that bottle of wine, at that moment, embraced and handled with care
"Ah," her glassy eyes looked over at him for barely a moment before turning away, "It's you."
"Mom, I'm-"
"Stop calling me that. Fucking menace." she throws the blanket off, moving to walk away from Marc.
"I'm scared." he ignores her grumbling. He's pretty sure he will start time traveling again if he pays too much attention to her words.
"You're scared?" she stares at him with wide eyes and smile on her face. But it's not his mom's smile, not the warm and open one. This smile is sharp, pulling towards one side. He's never seen someone look angry while smiling, wasn't it something you did when you're happy?
"You drowned my son. Imagine how scared my baby was. My little Randall. And you killed him." she takes a step towards him, to make sure her words got through his head, as if he won't already relive every second of this in nightmares for years, "You have no right to be scared anymore. All of this is your fucking fault."
Marc wants to yell. To scream. That he didn't kill Randall....... at least he didn't mean to. But his mom's lips are still moving.
Randall was his first baby. Randall was his first friend.
And now he had to learn how to live with time traveling without a brother.
He wants to tell her all this. Tell her how he is so scared and he just wants to not be scared anymore. she can make it go away he knows she can fix everything for him But the words get stuck behind the beating heart in his throat. And she is walking away,
and away,
and away,
and away.....
"It's okay, kid. It's okay."
His dad is hugging him?
"You know it's just been a hard time for your mom, right?" he's wiping away tears Marc doesn't remember shedding.
"Dad? What's happening?"
oh no no no no no no no not this again.
"Dad please please please it's so scary. Please, dad. Please."
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What’s your guys’ opinion about Marc’s relationship with his father?
I know that he left, both when he was 18 years old and at his mother’s funeral, and it’s unlikely that Marc’s father knows about his son’s DID (since it was never brought up in the show and, from what I’ve learned, DID is a very covert disorder) but I wonder if Marc’s father does the same to him that Steven tries to do with Wendy.
Like, does Elias wonder about what Marc is doing, what’s going on in his son’s life? Does he wonder what Marc is so busy with that he can’t even take two seconds to let him know he’s alive? Does Elias call Marc once in a while? Does he leave messages asking about his life, wondering what he’s up to, giving him blessings on Chanukah, Rosh Hashana, Pesach?
My real 3am thoughts, right there.
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