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yikesitskennawrites · 2 years

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Transitions- Chapter One: The Neighbor Down The Hall

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A/n: I don’t know how many parts there are going to be to this series but I have some ideas planned out and I’m excited for this adventure. Also, I only used tumblr a handful of times years ago, so I’m still learning all the fun stuff this site has to offer. Bare with me during this process.

Pairings: Steven Grant x (platonic) Reader, Marc Spector x (platonic) Reader, Jake Lockley x (platonic) Reader, Layla El-Faouly x (platonic) Reader

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The apartment building you lived in had six floors total. You lived on the fifth floor. You swore the people above you stomped on purpose and the people below you hit their ceilings with their broomsticks and mop handles. The neighbors across the hall and next door liked to slam their door shut whenever they were entering or leaving their flat. But the worst neighbor lives three doors down the hall towards the elevator of the floor level. He yelled and screamed, a couple of times you heard him laughing about nightmares. You thought he was doing drugs and was having a bad trip but he never showed signs of drug use.

One time, you were in the elevator with him when he looked so frightened about something outside of the elevator doors. The terrified expression he wore really scared you because you didn't see anything, it didn't help that the lights were flickering in the hallway before the door closed and he continued to be frightened on the elevator ride. Even when you lived in New York up until you were fifteen, nothing scared you like that. Well, maybe the giant rats did and the mole people, but nothing was that terrifying until you were trapped in a small box with your weird as hell neighbor.

You needed change and moving over a thousand miles across the Atlantic ocean and new identity helped that. You are sixteen years old, although your travel documents and your forged birth certificate state that you are eighteen. You would have gone a couple years older than eighteen but you didn't think you could properly pass as a twenty year old; and you still were working for your high-school diploma, even though you could absolutely bullshit your level of education on job applications, you’d rather be familiar with topics sixteen and eighteen year olds know so if someone were to question you, you would know.

You still kept your real name rather than a fake one. It was more of a convenience factor and reliability, so if someone were to say your real name you would respond to it. It was also a sign of respect for your parents. They were no longer in your life, they would never be again.

The neighbor to your right slams their door shut causing the picture frames on the wall to sway from side to side. You sigh as you watch the fake golden frames to see if today was going to be the day that they would fall. Part of you wanted the picture frames to fall, maybe if your neighbor heard the shatter of the glass they would feel bad and would finally stop slamming their doors after you asked them to. But alas, the frame slowed to a stop and sat precariously on the tack you shoved into the drywall. Maybe another day.

Sunlight shone through your windows, soon the sun would be setting and it would be too dark to go out and do the grocery shopping you’ve been procrastinating on. For the fourth time that afternoon you recount through the pile of money you’ve been saving for groceries. Forty one pounds, the equivalent of fifty United States dollars. It would have to be enough for the bus transportation of five pounds for the ride to the store and back and for the food you need- not the cake slice you’ve been wanting. With a sigh, you pocket the money into your jean jacket and zip up the pocket to make sure that the money doesn't fall out. Grabbing your keys off of the kitchen counter before slipping on your sneakers, you exit your flat and lock the door behind you.

The hallway was dark as normal, the building was furnished to look nice for those who may want to live there after half of the population needed to rehome due to the blip. But, they of course overlooked the lighting. You began to slow to a stop in front of your weird neighbors door. The last time you saw him he was being carried out of his flat by two police officers, he’s been the talk of this building since nothing very interesting happens around here. Well, except for the vilangante dressed in white a white suit and cape. But, that wasn't your neighbor, that was some weirdo fighting something that bystanders could only describe as the force from Star Wars.

Purple aliens exist and that bastard killed half of the population, at this point you wouldn't be surprised if there were aliens that you couldn't see. Now, you placed your ear against the wooden door and listened for any noise that would show that he was back. But all you heard was a noise of water filtering that sounded like a fish tank. Your eyes landed on the floor of the hallway, there was sand outside of his door. You scrunch your eyes and remove your ear from the door before continuing on your journey towards the elevator. Why was there sand outside of his door?

You pushed the elevator button and waited for it to arrive on your floor, your tongue clicked against the roof of your mouth as you watched the numbers flash for each floor it was passing to reach yours. You looked over your shoulder and back to his apartment, part of you expected for him to open his door and chastise you about eavesdropping, it really was rude of you to do but you couldn't help but be curious. Wasn’t there a rumor that he got arrested for destroying his workplace toilets? Maybe he really was using drugs and it was so early on that he did not develop any symptoms yet.

The elevator opens and you step into the metal box before pressing the number for the first floor. Your eyes flicker away from the button and to the hallway, your lips part and your eyes stare as you watch the lights flicker several times before the doors close and you begin your descent. It was weird and stupid of you to think there was any correlation between your frightened neighbor screaming his head off in the elevator, the vigilante in the white suit fighting invisible creatures, and now you being alone in the same elevator he was in, but still chills ran down your spine at the thought of creatures you couldn’t see were following you around.

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The walk to the bus stop and the ride itself was uneventful, even the walk to the store was boring. Throughout your journey to get food for the week, your mind was consumed by your strange neighbor's whereabouts, was he still in jail? Was it true that he wrecked his workplace toilets and if so, why? What was he screaming at? Your hand reaches for the bag of frozen mixed vegetables and you pause in your reach. You remembered the flickering of the hallway lights from earlier today, was something there that you couldn't see? You shook your head at the thought, that's ridiculous right? You nod to yourself as you place the bag into your basket and walk towards the bakery section of the store. The last thing you needed was bread, you already gathered bagged rice, frozen chicken, and vegetables. Last week you spent some money on peanut butter and jelly, which you still had leftovers for, but you ran out of bread this morning. You’ve been on a budget since moving to England, your parents had very little in savings to pass down to you and the little you saved for college you used for the deposit on the apartment and the first six months of rent.

You didn’t have much to spend on goodies. The money you earned from your job working at a sandwich shop went towards rent, bills, and groceries. You didn’t have much left over to spend, the little you did went towards your weekly transportation between work and home, and home and the store. You stopped in the bakery section, your eyes landed on the single slices of cake they put at the end of the aisles for easy selling to hungry customers. The price of the single chocolate cake slice costs half as much as the loaf of bread you needed. Your mouth watered at the treat you’ve been craving.

You haven’t had cake since your fifteenth birthday, your sixteenth you spent the day working and came home to an empty apartment. You unzipped your jacket pocket and counted the cash you budgeted for this week's trip. It was still the same amount you counted when you left. Forty-one pounds. It was silly of you to think that more cash would have magically appeared in your pocket on the way to the store. With a sigh, you put the cash back into your pocket and zipped it shut. Your hands knit together, bringing the basket closer to your torso as your tongue darted out and wet your lips, your eyes never left the slice of cake.

Okay, it’s just one slice. You can eat peanut butter right out of the jar with a spoon, besides it's just a little treat. You deserve a treat. With a bit of excitement, you grabbed the top container of chocolate cake and put it in the basket before walking to the self-checkout section. Respectfully paying for the items you selected, you leave the store with a small hop in your step. You were smiling to yourself, your stomach began growling as you thought about the treat you bought. Two years ago- with your timeline of events because it's still hard to wrap your mind around that you lost five years of your life due to an alien with personal issues- you wouldn't have thought that cake would become a treat that you would have to choose bread over the majority of the time. You wouldn't have thought that your sixteen year old self would be moving to another continent and living by yourself, but here you are.

The setting sun glared into your eyes as you jogged to the bus stop, your fingers were wrapped around your grocery bags. The red hound bus was slowly approaching the stop and quickly you picked up your pace, by the time you got onto the bus and paid the fee, you were out of breath. One of your hands wrapped around the pole attached to the ceiling and floor of the vehicle as you prepared for the lurch of the bus before it continued on its daily route. You had roughly twenty minutes until your stop before it would be another ten minutes on foot before you reached your apartment.

The bus was crowded with evening travelers, there wasn't a single spot open to sit down in any of the seats. Most of the passengers stared at their phones, while others looked out the window of the vehicle. You were one of the latter people. You watched the scenery as you passed by, the television shows you watched back when you were in Northern America that took place in London didn't do it any justice. It was a beautiful city, everyday the sight of the same locations you saw always made you breathless. Especially during the times of the setting or rising sun and moon hit just right between buildings and through the crossing of branches from trees.

You wanted to record the everyday life of beautiful moments like this one and post them online for your friends and family who follow you on social media to see. But, you never did, they thought you were dead. One of the unlucky who was in the wrong place when being blipped back into existence. Just like your parents were. It was better for them to believe that you were dead anyways. Your hand tightened around the pole as the bus slowed to a stop before you released your grip and exited the bus, mumbling a thank you to the driver as you left.

The walk to your apartment was quiet, there weren't a lot of people out at this time. Most of the population of London was eating dinner and beginning to unwind from the day. You switched the bag of food from your right and to your left to give the joint a break. You were just a few minutes away from your apartment, plans to relax for the evening began to flood your mind but, of course, life had other plans. You let out a yell of surprise as you were shoved into a nearby alley, your shoulder hit the brick wall and you grunted at the impact. Your eyes flickered to the person who shoved you.

The person wore dark blue jeans and a long sleeved black shirt along with a mask covering the lower half of their face. They wore a baseball cap, strands of brown hair poked out underneath as their brown eyes glared daggers at you.

“Give me your money,” the man hisses, flicking open his switchblade. You swallow as your eyes stare at the knife. Great, you were getting mugged. The money you did have was from the leftovers that you didn't spend on bread, you were going to use that for next week's trip to the store. Slowly, you dropped your grocery bag to the ground and unzipped your pocket and pulled out the single pound.

“Are you bloody joking?” He asks while he snatches the pound from your hand.

“No,” you say, “I don’t have much money.”

“Give me your phone,” he demands as he stuffs the pound into his jean pocket. You swallow, and despite the sharp blade glinting in the setting sun and the sight of it causing you to panic a bit, you shook your head. You have too many irreplaceable things on the device. Too many pictures of a time before that you have yet to download onto a flash drive or print out. He’s not getting the damn phone.

“Are you mad? I have a knife and you’re refusing to give me your phone?” He says, it didn’t sound like a question. He steps forward and presses the tip of the blade into your neck as his other hand reaches for your jacket pocket. You clench your hands into a fist as you try to remember the correct way that your dad taught you how to throw a punch. Was the thumb supposed to be on the inside of your hand or the outside to prevent a broken joint?

The mugger smelled like cigarettes as he patted your pockets for the phone. Fuck it, you thought. You breathed in as you prepared to throw hands for your phone but a voice stopped you and it didn’t belong to the mugger.

“Step away from them,” a British voice says. Carefully, you shifted your head towards the entrance of the alley, the mugger was already looking at the new person. You barely contained your surprise as you saw the familiar figure of your neighbor standing with confidence and a dark look in his brown eyes. Well, your neighbor is no longer arrested so that solves that question of his whereabouts.

But despite how confident he looked in his abilities to beat this guy's ass, you didn’t feel very hopeful. Your neighbor looked like he hadn't been in any fights before, and the screaming from whatever he saw in the elevator that day really diminished any confidence you had in his abilities. Maybe, you should throw that punch now. Your neighbor took a step forward, his posture straightened and his jaw clenched as he continued the strides towards the two of you. With a little hesitation, you turned your head back to the mugger, feeling the knife's tip dig a little deeper into your skin and blood ran down your throat. You exhaled as you brought your right hand up and punched the mugger right the nose, he gasped and stumbled back as he clutched his nose. A string of swear words directed towards you left his mouth as your neighbor picked up him by the shoulder and pushed him into the brick wall.

Your hand stung, you spared a glance down at your fist to make sure that you didn't break it, it didn’t feel like it at least thanks to the adrenaline coursing through you. You glared at the mugger as you noticed that the handle of your groceries were wrapped around his ankle and your neighbor was stepping directly on the bag. Fuck, there goes your cake and more importantly your food for the week.

“You do this to everyone?” Your neighbor asks, his British accent was gone and was replaced by an American one. You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion as you watch the scene play out. He adds, “or just to kids?” You frown as the mugger shakes his head, the knife was discarded to the pavement.

“No,” the mugger says, his hands are wrapped around the wrists of your neighbor. “I do this to everyone, it's an equal opportunity for everyone.” Your stomach churned at his statement. It was obvious that he has done this before because of how confident he was to do it to you, but to state that it was “an equal opportunity” was what sickened you. It was possible that he did this to kids younger than you. You watch as your neighbor balled his hand into a fist and punched the mugger once, twice, three times until you finally had to look away when blood splattered on the brick wall and surrounding surfaces. You felt nauseated listening to the cracks on bones and groans coming from the mugger's mouth.

It felt like ages before you finally heard the noise stop and the soft sound of footsteps approach you. You should have left, you could be in danger because of how deranged your neighbor seemed. But, you stayed and you weren’t sure why until your neighbor bent down a bit your height and carefully placed a hand onto your shoulder. You flinched before your head slowly turned to look at him, his eyes were filled with worry and so much care that it gave you whiplash from the man that saved you from mugging and anything else that could have happened and to him making sure that you were okay.

“Are you okay?” He asks, his accent was back to British. Your stomach churned and you shook your head a little before you quickly shoved him a bit to the side and threw up onto the pavement. A hand was placed gently onto your back and rubbed small circles into your spine. He says, “Come on, I’ll walk you back home.” You stand up after making sure that you weren't going to throw up any more. You spared a glance at the unconscious body on the ground but just your eyes landed on it and your neighbor blocked your view with his body. Your eyes trailed up his torso before you looked at your neighbors face. Blood was smeared on his cheek and there were specks of it dotting across his skin.

“You live three doors down from me right?” He asks, back to the American accent. His jaw wasn’t as clenched as it was before and the crinkles around his eyes looked more relaxed. What the hell is going on? Is your hearing fucked or are you really hearing him switch accents?

“Yeah,” you hear yourself say, but it didn’t sound like you. Did you speak or did you imagine that? You must have spoken because your neighbor nodded. He gently places a hand back onto your back before pushing you towards the entrance of the alley.

“I’ll walk you home and explain to your parents that you’re in shock and what happened, alright?” He says. You cross your arms over your chest and begin your walk home, his words still struck a chord in you though. Who is he going to explain what happened to? Your parents are dead, you have nobody to explain the events of today to. You have nobody to come home to.

“I live alone,” You say quietly. You still weren't sure if you were speaking or not. He looks at you with a bit of surprise.

“Really, you look like you’re sixteen,” He states, you nod and pinch your fingers onto your arm. Pain surfaced from the area you pinched and you nod to yourself. Right, this isn't a dream, this is real. Your neighbor beat up your mugger and you’re in shock. Right, okay.

“How do you feel about coming over to my place then, just to make sure that you’re going to be okay,” He speaks with a British accent. You bite the inside of your cheek and feel a sting from the flesh before the taste of metal fills your mouth. You should go with him, just to have someone look after you until the shock wears off. Although, you had half the mind to decline his offer because you really weren’t sure if he was a drug addict and he did just probably kill somebody. Still, despite this thought, you threw all caution out the window and decided to trust this man, he did just save your life. If he wanted you dead he could have killed you in the alley with that one guy. Think positive, what could go wrong?

“Okay,” you say.

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pixalry · 2 years

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Steven & Knonshu - Created by Susto

On sale this week for 35% off at the artist’s TeePublic shop.

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antstarion · 1 year

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Im assuming this comic is canon to the mackay run. Ignore me if its not. The main reason this annual was interesting to me was because we got to see more of the dynamic between badr and knonshu. And most interestingly we see the cracks appearing. This is most likely pre issue 16 or post badrs hopeful resurrection, but ill take it to be pre issue 16.

In the mackay run we only see badr following knonshus orders. He works directly under him and is a seemingly perfect fist, especially when compared to marc. But as we see, there is a line. Badr wont kill diatrice, even when directly ordered to and when he knows knonshu is watching. He knows he's disappointing him but he does it anyways and he defends himself after.

It makes sense to me, hes a doctor. Its his day job to protect and help people just like he does at night. Yes he will kill people, but not people who are innocent and vulnerable like diatrice. Maybe marcs speech about them being brothers played a part too.

Something about this panel too. Knonshu looming in the shadows. His Influence always there even if its obscured and we cant see it. Badr is the light, he allows knonshu to be his shadow. And hes always following him around, even if you turn and hes not there

Something about the way Badr looks in the above panel too. Maybe its just an artistic choice or a style thing but he reminds me of marc here. The cape thing he has going on is very marc too. Because just like marc, he's losing his choice to not kill. And maybe, hopefully, realising that knonshu isn’t all good, especially if his purpose is helping people.

Although really the dynamics between the fists and knonshu are the most similar. In mackay marc is fairly free from knonshu, hes left his mark and he knows knonshu will be back but hes doing his own thing. Badr isn’t there yet. Knonshu is trying to take away his choice., make him into the “perfect” fist, but badr isn’t a killing machine yet, he still exercises his right to choose.

The dynamic between badr and knonshu is clearly toxic. The whole way he became fist of knonshu, theres already a preexisting power dynamic and sense of being indebted to him. From this annual though we can see there are still some boundaries. Makes me wonder if the reason knonshu didn’t save badr in issue 16 was because of this moment where he asserted the boundaries and disobeyed him.

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marcspectorstannie · 2 years

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✩ Am I crazy? ✩ (Steven grant x reader x Marc Spector)

Warnings: slight episode 5 spoilers,angst, mentions of death, slight swearing

Summary: Steven finds out about his mom, Marc has to remember everything as you comfort the both of them

An: this is kind of an awkward setting?? I wrote this with Marc and Steven being seperated in the hospital mind place so that's why im switching dialogue like that :/

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"Look Steven, you have to listen to me. Your mother, our mother, is dead. She has been for a while"

Marc grabbed Steven by his shoulders, forcing him to look at him. Stevens eyes locked with Marcs as his mind raced.

"She's not dead, are you mental? Don't say that, alright. I spoke with her just yesterday."

"Steven, are you sure you spoke to her or did you just leave another voice mail. Have you noticed she's never picked up? That she's never called you back after months? "

Steven's eyes darted from Marc to yours. His eyes stayed on you for longer that before, sensing that he wasn't lying.

"Steven hun, Marc is right.He told me everything that happened and I'm so sorry that happened to you, Marc for having to relive it, and you Steven for just finding out. But you have to listen to us, she isn't coming back."

His mouth clenched, holding back his tears.Marc let go of his shoulder, dropping his head and arms. He wouldn't blink, letting the tears that welled up in his eyes fall. Steven stepped back, nervously fidgeting with his hands to stop the shaking.

"Did she.... Did she really... "

The British accent filled the room. Marc nodded, turning his head to hide his face. You walked over to him slowly, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

"It's ok to cry Marc, it's ok."

Steven sat down, resting his head on blank wall. His chest rose up and down quickly. His eyes were so glossy, it's like they weren't even there. You looked over at Marc, noticing he'd fallen to his knees. He shook his head no multiple times.

"Check on Steven, make sure he's alright"

He choked up a few words, trying not to cry in front of you. You looked over to where Steven was and he was gone, the doors swinging from his presence. You went through the doors and found poor Steven curled up on the floor against the wall, sobbing softly.

"Love,I just want you to know that I'm here for you. Marc is here for you-"

"Am I crazy?"

Steven cut your words sharply. He looked at you agonizingly with his bloodshot eyes, tears staining his face and sweater.

"No love, no you're not crazy of course not. You just have a lot going on in your mind and that's ok."

You moved closer in front of him. You just wanted to hug him and Marc tightly and never let go, let them know everything will be alright. Steven buried his head back into his knees, letting a few more sobs escape. You finally couldn't take watching him cry anymore, so you gently kissed the top of his head and when to go check on Marc.

"God fucking dammit.. He wasn't supposed to know this way. He wasn't..."

That's what you heard, re-entering the room with marc still on the floor. His hair was ruffled all over the place, no longer slicked back. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he probably gave in and let the tears out. He had his mouth covered to silence the cries and not disturb you or Steven.

"Marc, look at me. It's ok to feel this way, it's ok for you to cry and express your feelings."

"Is it bad to be reacting this way over someone who abused you?"

His hushed voice was barely heard with his mouth still covered. His breathing had calmed down a bit now that you've come. He tried to look at you, but every time he felt more tears.

"No honey, it isn't bad. You still loved her, you acknowledged her horrible actions but still cared about her."

He continued staring at the floor, letting your words fill his head.

"I'll go get Steven, ok?"

You quickly got up and walked out the room to see Steven still on the floor but he isn't crying anymore.

"Love, come on. Let's go check on Marc. "

You held your hand out for him to grab and he hesitantly grabbed it. You led him to where he was, sniffling a couple times.

"Marc...."

Steven called out for him. Noticing he didn't respond, he slowly walked over to him and kneeled to his level.

"Marc, are you-"

He cut him off quickly but hugging him tightly. His hands clenched on the fabric of his sweatshirt.Steven quickly hugged back, letting each other process their thoughts.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry ."

Marc repeated the phrase multiple times. The poor man can't say it enough. He didn't want to hurt him, he didn't want to involve him at all. Now he's facing what he hid. The tension seemed to leave the room now that the news was told.

"You're not crazy Steven, you're not. I made you like this, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have dragged you into this"

You watched the two guys resolve their current situation piece by piece, finding out new things, learning things Steven shouldn't have.

"You guys should get some rest, clear your heads, ok? Don't need you guys going ballistic on me."

Steven looked at you, letting go of Marc and motioning you over. You rolled your eyes, and reluctantly walked over to them.

"I love you. Both of you"

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crystaljelly64 · 2 years

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“Breakthrough”

Posted this on Instagram too, but the quality got blown out so here 🌙✨

Was influenced by a friend’s DTIYS but knew I wasn’t gonna join it on time so it’s just an inspired piece, now! :D

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hollywillows · 2 years

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Hello) I saw you post about Moon Knight requests. And I just thought about something. Imagine Mark and his SO being in the same situation as he was with his mom (I actually mean that scene where she asks him to open the door). Maybe hi locked himself in the bathroom and smashed the mirror or something. And his SO just wants to help but his memories torture and haunt him and Marc refuses to open the door.

I don’t really know what should happen next but I just want pure fluff and cuddles for this broken soul.

Thank you❤️☀️

thank you for your request! i hope you enjoy <3 my moon knight requests (marc and steven) are open!

worthy - marc spector x reader

you’d just gotten home from your shift at work, and you were still smiling as you closed the door to your shared flat with marc. “marc! i’m home!” you said as you balanced on one foot, attempting to take off one of your heels.

the long hours you often had to endure at your job as a barista were well worth it to get to work with a few of your close friends, and you chuckled to yourself as you thought about one of the jokes that your closest friend had made that day.

once both formal shoes had been removed, you then noticed that marc hadn’t yet walked out to greet you. it wouldn’t have been something to worry most people, but you’d grown accustomed to him (or steven) walking out immediately to greet you and ask for all the details of your day.

“marc?” you called out hesitantly.

you knew he was home because the tea sitting on the counter top was freshly brewed, yet barely touched. your brows furrowed in concern as you then made your way further back into the living space, looking into your shared bedroom.

the covers were still placed as they’d been when you had made the bed that morning, and nothing else seemed out of place.

confused, you walked towards the bathroom to check there. that’s when you noticed that the door was closed. “marc?” you asked, wondering if he just hadn’t heard you before. the lack of response then worried you. “marc?” you repeated, your hand moving to the door knob.

locked. you struggled with it a moment more before sighing. “marc, are you okay? it’s me.” he once again didn’t say anything, and you reached for the knob of the door again. “marc, please open the door.”

you could hear a slight shuffling as he moved around, which confirmed that he was, indeed, inside the bathroom, and avoiding you.

this wouldn’t have been the first time that marc had needed space, or had wanted to be by himself. but he’d never before locked himself in any part of the house, and you were beyond worried.

“marc? steven?” you tried the name of his alter, but only heard a small sniffling in response. you were now leaning against the door, momentarily giving up on trying to open it. “please, it’s okay. i’m here. please unlock the door.”

you then heard the sound of shattering glass, and you mentally cursed as you assumed he’d punched the mirror. that let you have at least some sort of a guess of who was currently fronting. “marc. please.” you spoke more urgently now, once more attempting to open the locked door. “marc!”

he yelled from inside the bathroom, and you couldn’t tell if the anguished sound came from the pain of his hand or from something much deeper.

“marc.. marc, please open the door.” you tried weakly.

“no.” he finally spoke.

though you were relieved to hear him say something, your heart broke at the hint of genuine terror in his voice. “okay.” you reluctantly agreed, sitting down in front of the door, your back leaning against the wall.

you could only assume that he was sitting on the other side of the door in a similar fashion, and it would’ve perhaps looked cinematic from a different angle. but you were only worried about him as you gnawed at the insides of your cheeks.

despite how desperately you just wanted to hold him, to let him talk to you about whatever was going on, to kiss his knuckles and lead him back to bed, you sat there. you knew that he would open the door when he wanted to, and there was no use in pressing him to do so. if he’d found a safe space, a solace, in the bathroom, you had no right to take it from him.

you’d almost felt like you were going mad by the time the lock clicked. you stood instantly, waiting to see if the door would open. it didn’t, but you were surprised when marc said “come in.”

his voice was broken and deep, and you could tell that he’d been crying before you even opened the door. the mirror, sure enough, had been shattered, and marc was sitting in a slump on the floor in front of the sink, knuckles bright red with his own blood.

“marc..” you breathed out, dropping in front of him. he was still refusing to meet your gaze, taking interest in one of the tiles on the floor.

wordlessly, you took a hold of his hand. he didn’t object, which you took as a positive sign. once again, you wanted to allow him his own time to explain his thoughts to you. you sat in silence for what felt like hours before he cleared his throat.

“i’m sorry.” he still didn’t look at you as he spoke.

your thumb ran along the back of his hand. “hey, no, no, it’s okay. i’m not upset with you.” you assured him.

“i just mean- i’ve ruined your day.” he explained.

“what? no, no you haven’t.” you shook your head, your eyes focused on him as you grabbed his other hand into yours.

he finally looked up at you. “i don’t- i don’t even know what came over me.” he let out a sob. “one second everything was fine, and then the next i was… i was in here, and then.. then i heard you come home, and.. and i knew it was you, i knew it was. but it felt like.. like when my mom would come home. and then next thing i knew i was locking the door, and just hoping you wouldn’t walk in here. so you wouldn’t hit me. and.. and it was stupid. it was.. i know you don’t do that. and i know i can trust you, i know all that. but it just felt so real. and then suddenly you were her, and i didn’t know what to do, and..”

the sentence wasn’t finished as his arms wrapped around you, and you could feel him shaking as he began to sob into your shoulder.

you ran your hands along his back, pressing kisses to his face, his hair, anywhere you could reach. “i love you.” you didn’t know what else to say, but all you knew at the moment was that you were overwhelmed with your love for the broken man.

he pulled you even closer at your words, his face nuzzling into your neck, making it wet with his tears. “love you too.” he managed to speak, clinging onto your body.

once he’d calmed down and his crying had ceased, he pulled away from you. you ran your fingers along his face, wiping the drying tears away and brushing the hair from his face.

“i’m sorry i can’t be.. i can’t be normal for you. you deserve a normal love, and i can’t give that.” he frowned as he watched the care and love flicker in your eyes.

you shook your head. “i don’t want normal. i want you.”

“i don’t deserve you.”

“you don’t deserve what you’ve been through.” you countered. “everything.. she.. did to you? what she said to you? you were just a boy. and you never deserved any of that.” you held his head in your hands as you spoke. “but i’m going to be here for you, as long as you’ll let me, no matter what happens.”

you didn’t know what words would console him, what you could possibly say to convey how much you loved him, to convince him of how much love he deserved.

“you’re worthy.” you said. “i know you don’t think you are, but you are worthy of love. and i will do everything in my power to love you, every single day. every single day until you believe that you deserve it.”

another tear escaped from his eyes and you wiped it away just as quickly as it fell. he was now looking at you with a gaze that looked as awestruck as it had on your first date.

“i love you so much.” he said, moving back in to wrap you in his arms.

you smiled. “i know. i love you, too.”

“i know.”

after you’d sat there for some time, occasionally whispering nothings or pressing delicate kisses to each others’ shoulders, you helped him to his feet before leading him to your shared bed.

marc lay down next to you, immediately longing for your warmth. he pulled your body close to his, smiling at the feeling of contact with you as your legs entangled.

as you watched him slowly drift into sleep, you felt in your soul how much you loved him, how willingly you’d do anything for his happiness. it was true; he was yours and you were his, and you were going to do anything for him.

#hollywillows #moonknight imagine #moon knight #marc spector #marc spector imagine #steven grant imagine #steven grant #oscar isaac #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar isaac imagine #oscar isaac fic #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel #knonshu

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rhinestonex · 2 years

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Honestly? I’m so glad that the reason behind Marc and Steven existing is divergent from the comics. Like yes I’d prefer the “coming out” of his Judaism to be done better, but you know what?? It is SO much better to have it be done this way than in the traumatic, antisemitic way it was done in the comics ESPECIALLY since he’s the first canon Jewish character in the MCU and the actor/writers/directors aren’t Jewish (to my knowledge)

#moon knight #Marc Spector #Steven grant #knonshu #jake lockley #Judaism #Jewish #Jewish rep

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perfectlywakkocollection · 2 years

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Steven..

Marc: Steven, I swear if you kiss my wife or anything like that..I will kill both of us

Steven: Oh, that´s quite funny buttt..

**Steven does it anyway**

Marc: say goodbye Steven

Steven: BY- wait

#moon knight #moonknightedit #steven grant #marc spector #marc and steven #knonshu #chat #bye #funny #kiss #wife

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frisbs · 2 years

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Moonknightober 16, 17 #18: Avatar

#knonshu #layla #ushabti #moon knight #moonknightober2022 #mktober2022

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viscountmelbourne · 2 years

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Steven Grant is a total meow meow!!

#steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight #knonshu #khonsu #khonshu #mcu #dragoncon #dragon con #dragoncon 2022 #dragon con 2022

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ladywynne · 2 years

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Gifset Request!

Can someone please make something of Moon Knight toward the end of Summon the Suit when Marc explains how it works to Steven? Especially when he has a hard time saying "servitude", and maybe Khonshu towering over him or threatening Layla. Basically just showing how trapped Marc feels. Please!

#moon knight #request #marc spector #knonshu

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misscryptidart · 1 year

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Moon Knights got me fucked up all

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight Spoilers #Marvel #TW: Disney #oscar issac #ethan hawke #khonshu #man knonshu is #i wanna like the god #i do #but he has such TERRIBLE vibes #like deadbeat dad whose not malicious just kinda stupid

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antstarion · 2 years

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Some mackay run thoughts

finally defrosting my thoughts on this amazing run. mainly issue 5, 8, 14 and how badr and marc contrast each other. this is p much blurted straight out of my head so it might be a bit incoherent.

I think it's interesting how badr genuinely believes he can change, he doesn't hold onto the guilt of the past as much as marc does. And to be fair to him, he does change, he changes his opinion on vampires after reese comes to him in, as he explains in issue 5.

He can recognise that he fucked up. Yeah, it did take him being confronted with it but in the end he takes responsibility. And this contrasts marc a lot.

Issue 14 comes to mind for me. Particularly the part where Marc calls their DID "a liability" and steven confronts him asking "has any of that ever stemmed from our condition?" in reference to marcs problems and his actions. I think marc has built up this idea of himself as this ruthless person who acts without emotion and doesn't care about consequences, to hide the guilt he feels. It's easier for him to believe that people think he's "crazy" because of his condition rather than the things he's done (i.e. cutting bushmans face off and age of knonshu).

And he also creates the Mr knight persona in this run to be a positive face for the community. People are scared of moon knight but when they see mr knight it's different. Mr knight is a person people can come to for help, rather than run away from. To me, marc does this because he doesn't feel like he can be the person that people rely on, it has to be mr knight. That's also why he makes reese call him mr knight at first, to create that separation between him and other people. As mr knight he can be everything people need him to be without the negative connotations that come with the names moon knight and marc spector.

While badr can take responsibility pretty much on his own, it takes the entirety of issue 14 and steven and jake confronting marc and forcing him to look at himself to make marc realise he's the problem.

This isn't to say marc doesn't want to be better though, he says "I want to be normal" and I think this is his way of saying he wants to be better. For marc though his defintion of being better involves jake and steven not being there, to marc they're the problem. But like jake says he's too busy hating himself and blaming them. Marc passes the blame because he can't take it all himself.

Anyways more on issue 8 since that's why I originally started this post.

In issue 8 badr calls upon knonshu to defeat stained glass scarlet. A story vs story.

I think it's interesting how close hunters moon is to knonshu. With his backstory it makes sense, he spent his life looking for god despite feeling like everyone around him had already found him. After knonshu saved him he had solid proof of a higher being and somewhere to direct his faith. So of course he's more willing to pray to knonshu and call on him for help.

Badr is way more of a willing worshipper of knonshu and from what I can gather he enjoys it. Rather than feeling he owes something to the god and has to pay him back like marc does, I think badr fully identifies with his "fist on knonshu" role and embraces it. He believes in knonshu and what he stands for so much that he even tries to correct marc and stop him from straying from knonshus purpose when he is protecting the vampires.

Badr likes having knonshu with him at all times and carries him in all his actions. On the other hand, marc prefers to act alone and act for himself while pushing everyone (knonshu, steven, jake) away. That's what issue 14 is all about really, marc accepting that positive help from his headmates and from tigra and hunters moon. But knonshu is a notable exclusion from the people he's accepting help from at the end of the issue.

Marcs relationship with knonshu seems more strained. He doesn't connect with him often, hence the "I miss you". Marc does call on knonshu for help in issue 11 but this is a last resort. He's using knonshu to get to people under his protection. So to me, in that moment, his need to protect just outweighed his reluctance to interact with knonshu. A needs must sorta thing.

I think marc has an distant relationship with knonshu because of his religion too. He talks about being jewish to dr sterman in issue 5. Here it's clear that he had a complicated relationship with god before, but it was important to him. And after this panel marc openly states he regrets taking knonshus offers and resents himself for giving up on his religion.

Obviously after age of knonshu and those crazy events marc is going to be a bit more careful when following knonshus orders. So he sets up the midnight misson and starts doing things his own way and honestly good for him. He has his own interpretation of knonshus values and "protecting the travellers of the night" which differs from badrs, I think this shows marc separating himself from knonshu.

While for badr he found someone to worship and found a purpose, marc sees his servitude to knonshu as a burden. But he keeps doing it because as he says he "doesn't have anything else left".

Badr doesn't understand that. For badr knonshu is everything but that's because he chooses for it to be that way, while for marc knonshu has taken everything else away from him. There's no choice.

Stained glass scarlet here represents an inability to change. People pray to her for retribution, for vengeance. But this is not the way. The whole message being pushed is that people can change and this is very significant when we look at both badr and marc.

Badr tries to kill vampires because of his own past, he's hung up on this idea of revenge and has a prejudice towards them. But like the sort of fluid person he is, he does change and grow from his actions.

Marc saves the vampires and saves soldier despite his past because he wants to believe in people's power to change. He wants to believe in own power to improve and he wants other people to believe in it too. It doesn't come as easy to him as it does to badr, but he's trying. And now he's finally accepting steven and jakes help, I think he can.

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I don't know if any of my thoughts make sense but if you have anything to add or anything you think I got wrong pls tell me. I could scream about this run for hours.

#moon knight #moon knight comics #marc spector #moon knight meta #ig #hunters moon #moon knight (2021)#knonshu

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