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terry-perry · 2 days ago
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Pairing: Dad!Marc Spector x Mom!Reader, implied Steven Grant x Reader and Jake Lockley x Reader (not the main focus of the story)
OC: Marcy Spector
A/N: Time for some more Marcy Spector content that's a little fluffier, in honor of Father's Day! Back when she still thought her dad was the coolest guy ever.
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Marc was set to go. He couldn't believe Khonshu called him to do this. Of course he said yes, but from what the god discussed with him about the trip, it sounded like he was going to miss another birthday. He was lucky to have married the patient, understanding soul that was you, but that didn't make things hurt less. If anything, he kinda wished you would show him some irrational anger towards him. Might make things easier.
"Daddy?"
He paused his packing to turn toward the entrance of the bedroom. His daughter, Marcy, stood there with her stuffed best friend, Kermit, in her arms. That toy pig hardly ever left her side.
"You leaving, Daddy?"
"Yeah baby," Marc sighed, crouching down so he was at eye level with the 4-year-old. "Khonshu needs me to help save the world."
"You really good at it," she said, smiling.
Marcy was aware, more or less, of not only his condition, but what he did as Moon Knight. You and Marc didn't go into too many details, of course. Really, she should just know her dad does what he needs to do to keep the world a safer place and sometimes needs Papa Steven and Papi Jake to help out with things.
"I do my best," he said to her, smiling back. "Can I count on you to take care of things while I'm gone?"
"Yes, sir!"
She gave a little salute and did her best to give a serious face she's seen him do many times. This had Marc give an emotional laugh.
"Take Kermit with you, Daddy," she suddenly suggested.
When she presented the stuffed pig to him, he didn't think his heart can get any fuller.
"Baby, are you sure?" He asked, knowing how much she loved Kermit more than any other toy she had.
"He'll keep you safe!" She reasoned. "And he's a good pillow."
His eyes teared up a little as he accepted him. He'd be sure to take good care of him.
"C'mere," he lifted her up and put her on the bed where he sat next to her. "I have something for you, too."
He turned to dig through the drawer of his nightstand until finding what he needed.
"I know your birthday is in a couple of days, but I want to give this to you now. Sorry it isn't wrapped."
He instructed her to hold out her hand where he placed a small silver bracelet. On the center of it was what appeared to be a giant eye. Its pupil a shiny gemstone Marcy couldn't help but admire.
"Pretty..." she softly stated as she examined it.
"You know how Khonshu helps Daddy be a superhero? Well he's not the only god around. Has Papa told you about Horus?"
"I think so..."
He chuckled. He couldn't blame her for not remembering every bit of information Steven throws at her.
"Like Khonshu, he helps control the sky," he explained, slipping the bracelet on her little wrist. "And legend has it, he can see everything through the sun and the moon. Because those are his eyes."
"Cool!"
"Really cool," he lifted her hand to present the bracelet now on her. "He'll also be able to look after you through this eye. He'll watch over you and Mommy whenever I'm not here. Wear this, and you'll always be safe and feel like the strong warrior I know you are."
She nodded in understanding before scooting closer to wrap her arms around his neck. "Thank you, daddy. I wear it forever."
He kissed her temple and held her tight. Glancing up, he saw you witnessing everything from the doorway with your own watery smile. He smiled back and moved his eyes down to your wrist where you wore a bracelet identical to Marcy's.
He had reassured you beforehand that this didn't have anything to do with avatars. No way in hell was he going to involve you and especially your little girl in the business. The gods had simply wanted to find a way to thank Marc for putting a stop to Ammit as well as make up for not believing him and Khonshu about Harrow.
They didn't expect for him to request this. They accepted it, nevertheless, assuring him no harm would come to you or your daughter as long as you wore the bracelets. An extra form of protection as he did Khonshu's bidding.
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jakelcckley · a day ago
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No, I am definitely, certainly, unquestionably, undeniably, and beyond any doubt not a simp.
(gifs used are not mine)
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dystopian-reverie · 21 hours ago
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pls enjoy this low-quality meme I made THis is a season 2 manifestation post btw
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80pairsofcrocs · 2 days ago
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baby scarab || 23
anon - Hii -so I was thinking- what if marc/steven/jake hasn’t shaved in a few days and some long-ish? stubble is starting to show. So there we are in the bathroom, you sat on top of the counter *cue Steven disapproving in dad language*, and they r just trying to do their thing. except, like a pesky teenager, your poking and prodding at his face while throwing out some commentary like “oh em jee you should leave it. I think you look quite spiffy” or “try and grow it out to your knees so I can braid it”. At this point your giggling like crazy and he’s swatting your hands away, stifling a laugh cuz this is low key entertaining. Until marc/steven/jake has had enough of your childish bs and hauls you out of the bathroom “Alright, you wanna be a thorn in my shoe?” then starts a huge tickle fight war and it’s all platonic love afterwards :D
💖Just a cute suggestion for your series I wanted to share cuz I absolutely adore your stories <33
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A/N : i feel like i coulda done better with this request, so im def making another based off of it later on
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masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist
A/N : very rushed and all over the place
please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait
pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader
TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, mentions of abduction, fluff. let me know if i missed anything
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marc and steven were up all night, not that they could sleep in the first place.
they both switched who was in control of the body for what felt like a million times, both of them just needing to be with you.
they did have one thing in common though, they both would run their fingers lightly over the scabbed over letters on your arm.
‘to remind you of what you are’
it was bullshit, now that you knew both your parents were dead.
you always thought your mother was a monster for leaving you out like trash the day you were born, but now you feel guilty because she gave her life to make sure you had a half decent one.
but you were right about your father, he let you sit on the side of the road, he was the reason you were there.
he killed your mother.
the thing is, you’ve been awake for a couple minutes, just laying there while you could sense it was steven who was running his hand up and down your back.
you felt his chest rise shakily before you furrow your brows in confusion.
well, you were confused until you could somehow smell the scent of salty tears.
you pick your head up slowly and do in fact see that steven was silently crying.
“steven?” you say quietly, and that seemed to fuel the fire as he sits up and just clings to you as tight as he can while not hurting you.
you were surprised by the sudden movement, so you had to hang onto his shirt to make sure you didn’t fall over.
steven had his face buried in your neck, and you dart your eyes around the room, not knowing what to do.
“i’m so sorry we weren’t there” his voice a pitch higher than it usually is, cracking at every other word.
you shake your head, while your senses are being overwhelmed by the scent of salt.
“it’s not your fault, it’s not anyones fault” you start. “you couldn’t have known” you pulls steven off of you to look him in the eye.
“so for the love of god, please stop crying” you say while steven makes an offended face at you.
“i can’t help it i just can’t lose you” he tells you honestly and you lean your forehead against his.
“you won’t. i promise” you reassure him, and you take a deep breath in which you regret since the overwhelming smell reaches your nose again.
“jesus- no i’m serious though stop crying please” you gently wipe the tears off his face with your sleeve, covering your nose with your other hand.
“what?” steven says confusingly.
 “i think i’ve unlocked another power” you say dramatically, then hearing footsteps from the hallway behind you.
you then remembered that this was matt and foggys hotel, well at least what you could remember from last night.
“hey, spider kids awake, how are you feeling?” foggy asks you, him being the first to come out to the living area.
you smile at him as he makes his way to the coffee maker. “i’m good” you answer and he nods.
you turned back to steven and got annoyed that you could barely see him, so you shot a web out at the curtains and yank them open.
you look back at steven and gasp, making him worried until you start laughing.
“what.. what are you laughing at?” he asks, and you point at his face.
“you got a little something” you gesture to the lower half of his entire face.
he reaches a hand up and immediately realizes what you’re talking about. “very funny” he scoffs.
“i’m not laughing in a mean way- it- it just makes you look less like a senile old man” you shrug.
steven glares at you. “i’m not a senile old man” he rolls his eyes at you. “it just grows fast” he murmurs quietly but you catch it due to your enhanced hearing.
“oh, tell marc about the smell thing, i want to see what weird name he comes up with” you chuckle.
steven chuckles, shaking his head at your comment. he honestly knew you were okay, knowing you could still act like your regular self calmed him.
he still was a little embarrassed at the fact you were making fun of the starts of a beard forming on his face though.
steven was right, it grows very fast, i mean so does the hair on his head which was already getting longer than he wants it to be.
he’s cut out of his thoughts by you suddenly getting off of him and moving slowly down the small hallway.
you got to the cracked bedroom door before steven could say a word, leaving him with foggy who had offered him a cup of coffee.
meanwhile you peaked into the cracked door, seeing matt sitting on the bed while facing towards the window opposite of you.
“you can come in you know” he says, making you jump.
“sorry” you apologize, walking in slowly. “and here i thought you were just a lawyer” you say sarcastically.
“and here i thought you were just a barista” he shoots back, and you snort.
“a really good barista, don’t forget that” you reply.
matt chuckles and looks in your direction, as your to his right, still standing.
“how’d you know my name?” you start. “back at the cafe” you elaborate.
matt sighs. “..i knew your mother” he says quietly, and your breath hitches.
“you.. you knew my mother?” you ask quietly and matt nods.
“she was actually a professor at the college me and foggy went to” he says with a small smile.
“she used to put scratch and sniff stickers on my walking stick” he chuckles and you feel your eyes start to tear up.
“what was she like?” you ask meekly, and matt pats the spot next to him on the bed.
you sit down and wait for matt to start speaking. “she was.. she was the sweetest person i’ve ever met” he admits and you take a deep breath.
“she taught law, just not the class i attended, but she was one of the smartest people i knew as well” he takes another breath.
“i can tell you got most of her genes, you’re smart, and just by hearing you talk to your.. dad? you remind me so much of her”
“how’d you get to know her so well?” you ask out of jealousy and curiosity.
“she used to tutor me and foggy.”
you take a shaky breath and clench your jaw. “you keep mentioning a promise, what was it?” you ask a bit too quickly.
matt put his head down. “..when she was pregnant with you.. she made me promise to make sure you didn’t get taken by your father”
“she refused to ever talk about him so of course i would promise to protect her daughter if she ever mentioned him”
you take a deep breath, and feel a tear fall. “well thank you” you say quietly.
“so do you have like a cool super hero name, or..” you trail off, hoping to change the subject.
matt chuckles lightly and turns back to you. “it’s daredevil” you start to laugh, making matt hit you in the ankle with his walking stick.
you didn’t mind, you just ceased your laughter. “thank you though. i mean it” you finish quietly, and matt stands up, you doing the same.
“well if you ever need me, here’s my card” he hands you a business card out of his pocket.
you hum and take it, putting it in your pocket and nodding towards the door.
“stevens probably on the verge of tears again- we should uhm..” you point to the door even though you know he can’t see you.
matt just nods and heads for the door, as if he knew where it was as he walks through it.
you stand there for a second, but then decide to follow after him to where steven shoots his head to you as soon as you walk into his sight.
he doesn’t say anything, but just nods his head over gesturing you to come over by him.
you do, and as soon as you sit down, steven lays his head on your shoulder.
you rest your chin on his head, wrapping an arm around his slouched figure.
“you’re such a baby” you mutter.
“i am not” he picks his head up to give you a look.
“besides, the only baby here is you, you’re like twelve” steven scoffs at you and you gasp dramatically.
“i am not twelve-“
“really? you sure act like you are” 
“do you two always argue like this?” matt suddenly asks, making both you and steven turn to him.
“yep”
“no”
the both of you responded at the same time.
matt chuckles. “if you want i can call you guys a cab if you want to get home” he offers and you nod.
you look at steven, who was nodding as well. “yeah, that’d be great thank you” 
“foggy, do you mind?” matt asks, and foggy rolls his eyes.
“yeah, whatever” he starts, turning to you and steven. “it’ll probably be here in like 5 minutes” he turns away to make the call.
“we’re going to stay at my place, we can grab some of your stuff first though” steven tells you and you nod.
“i was going to stay there anyways, i ran out of pop tarts” you nudge him in the shoulder and he chuckles.
“i have a serious question and you have to answer me honestly” steven says, and you nod, looking at him with the same blank expression he had on.
“are you only using me for pop tarts?” he questions completely serious.
you look down to the ground and pretend to act like you just betrayed him. “i do” you nod while steven dramatically gasps.
“i knew it” he puts his head into his hands.
you break character and laugh a little, patting steven on the back. “you could be a good actor” you start. “i almost believed that you were about to cry again”
“i wasn’t-“
“cabs here” foggy interrupts and you flip yourself over the couch to look out the window and see that a cab is indeed parked outside.
“we better get going then” steven gets up, waving you over.
you walk to steven who was already near the door, matt and foggy opening it for us.
“safe travels, we hope you guys feel better” foggy starts, matt nodding along.
“and remember, i’m just a call away” matt finishes and you snicker. 
“see you around daredevil” you say quietly and steven nods along.
“thank you so much, if i can do anything to-“
“oh no, that won’t be necessary” matt interrupts.
both you and steven nod before leaving the room. “thanks again” you give a salute to foggy and start walking down the hall, steven behind you.
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nothing was said the whole ride back to the apartment complex, since even though you got sleep, you were still tired.
and you couldn’t imagine how tired steven, marc, and jake were, they’ve been up since yesterday with little to no sleep last night.
you were broken out of your thoughts by steven patting you on the shoulder and getting out of the cab.
you get out of the cab as well, following steven inside and to the elevator.
it was also a silent ride up the elevator, and walk to your place, where steven was by your side the whole time you were gathering necessities.
when you were done, steven locked the door so fast when you got back to his place.
you gave him a look. “sorry, just nervous” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.
“it’s alright” you nod in understanding, tossing your stuff on the couch.
you see steven run a hand over his face, and then cringe before heading to the bathroom, leaving the door wide open.
you took that as an invitation to go see what he was doing, and it took him about 12 seconds for him to realize that you were standing right next to him.
“oh for the love of all things holy, stop scaring me!” he exclaims, digging through one of the drawers to the sink for something.
you raise an eyebrow and hop up on the wide counter once he’s done in the drawer.
he gives you a look and shakes his head.
“not gonna kick me out?” you ask, suddenly interested in what he was doing.
“what are you doing anyways?” and your question is answered when he holds up a razor and a small can of shaving cream.
you let your head fall back on the mirror. “nooo you’re not supposed to shave it” you complain, and steven raises an eyebrow at you.
“i’m not supposed to?” he asks, and you pick your head up and nod.
“no, you’re not” you start. “you should like grow it out to your knees so that you can braid it” you snort, and steven rolls his eyes.
“see what i mean about pain in the ass?” marc asks steven from the mirror.
you give marc an offended look and turn back to steven.
“i’m sorry to break it to you, but you don’t control everything i do” steven says to you in a tone he would if he was talking to a baby, poking your nose right after.
“i don’t do that in the first place” you shoot back, watching as stevens hand goes for the can of shaving cream.
you manage to grab it first and point it right at stevens face, making him back away a step and shield his face with his hands.
“woah woah woah- give me that” he orders but you shake your head.
“don’t shave it off then” you suddenly get defensive.
all for fun of course, you just liked pushing their buttons.
“just give him the can, kid” marc says but you shake your head again.
“i.. i’ll put it back in the drawer if you give it to me” steven says reluctantly.
you raise your eyebrows. “are you lying?” you ask lowly, and steven scoffs.
“what? hah- no..” he shakes his head slowly and you slowly start to hand him the can.
right before he can reach it though, you pull it back and spray some of the shaving cream in your hand and smacking steven in the face with it.
he gasps while squeezing his eyes shut, wiping the shaving cream off his face and proceeding to open his eyes to glare at you.
you go from smiling to a straight face when you sense his hand coming towards you so you just direct it back at him, making the shaving cream get in his hair.
you start laughing again as steven just slouches in defeat, looking at you with betrayal.
“i win” you declare, moving to slick back his hair with the shaving cream.
you continue laughing as steven just stares at you as if daring you to make another move.
and you’re about to of course, but he speaks up first. “you think that’s funny, yeah?” he asks you smugly and you can already tell what’s about to happen.
“define funny” you dodge the question, and you see steven and marc make eye contact through the mirror before it’s marc that’s in front of you now.
“you do, don’t you?” marc asks even more smug than steven sounded.
you shake your head. “noOo” you say sarcastically.
marc snickers, and you don’t move, letting marc take the can out of your hands.
marc tilts his head at you. “don’t take this too personally.”
you pout for a second, but then just let it happen.
you now looked almost identical to marc, having shaving cream all over your face. except you didn’t have it in your hair.
“how’s it feel?” marc asks smugly and you groan.
“terrible, get it off” you whine, turning the sink on and getting off the counter to get all the shaving cream off your face.
marc does the same, both of you getting all the shaving cream off of yourselves.
well, except marc’s hair since you kind of got it everywhere.
marc sighs as you get the last of the shaving cream off of you
“oops” you say, making marc give you a look.
“okay okay, sorry” you say with your hands up, heading for the door, which was still open.
“go sit down, parasite” marc says jokingly and you groan, but do what he said anyways.
you were on the couch waiting for marc to wash all the shaving cream out of his hair.
he eventually came out, as steven again since marc got annoyed and made steven wash out the shaving cream instead.
his hair was all frizzy from the shaving cream and water, and it made you snort.
steven sat down beside you and poked you lightly in the side, making you yelp quietly.
“that’s what you get for making fun of me” he says, and you sigh.
“i wasn’t making fun of you” you start, steven turning to you in interest. 
“sure you weren’t” he begins. “you tired?” he asks and you nod slowly.
“yes, and i know you are too so please for the love of god get some sleep tonight” you plead, and steven sighs.
“oh, i will don’t you worry your little head about me” he assures you while running a hand up and down your back.
“i will after you stop acting like a cranky old grandpa” you say which makes steven laugh.
“okay, i admit that i feel like a cranky old grandpa at the moment” he admits and leans back, you leaning on his chest after he does. 
“why?” you question. “is it because you’re tired?” you finish, feeling steven nod.
you don’t say anything else, so you reach your hand around stevens back and up to his head, gently running your fingers through his hair.
“jake disappeared again” steven says softly and you bury your face deeper into his chest.
“he better be back soon then” you say, on the verge of falling asleep.
it was only like noon, but you two were tired so it didn’t really matter.
it was dark in the room anyways.
“let’s not fall asleep here, though” steven interrupts your peace.
you groan and tug on his hair before letting go, and steven lifts you up by the shoulders.
“one, don’t pull my hair, and two, which one of your stuffed animals do you want?” he asks and you look behind you to see them at the edge of the couch.
“mmmmhm both of them” you say slowly, still looking at the taweret and khonshu plushies sitting on the couch.
“alright, head to the bed then alright?” he asks, and you do so slowly.
steven joins you after you get comfortable, handing you both your plushies and you wrap your arms around them, stuffing your face in one.
steven moves you carefully so that your on top of him, like how you’re usually are.
he has one arm on your back, the other off to the side somewhere. 
you had one arm wrapped around your plushies, while the other found its way back to stevens hair.
you just ran your fingers through it and massaged his head before falling asleep soon after.
steven was calmed by your hand in his hair, it assured him that you were there in front of him.
alive and as healthy as you can be.
he noticed how your hand stopped moving and your breathing slowed, and only then let himself fall asleep.
it was a rough night last night, and now with jake off to god knows where, he’s going to need just a little support.
it’s a good thing he has you then, and marc.
but mostly you.
he presses a kiss to your head, and closes his eyes, finally letting sleep take over.
compared to last night, this was better.
so much better.
and it was all because you were safe.
you were safe.
and steven, marc, and jake would go to the end of the world to make sure you stayed that way.
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A/N : okay, first thing is thanks for reading!!! also i might go to updating every other day. sorry if you dont like it, but its summer time now so i have more responsibilities.
see yall in two days <3
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writingformyblorbos · a day ago
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Jake Lockley/Steven Grant/Marc Spector × gn!Reader (hints of Layla × Reader in the future?) Summary: Harrow is alive, which means Ammit is as well. You have to find him before it's too late. Warnings: Things are going to get a bit angsty. Canon typical violence (guns, stabbing, wounds, murder in general), mentions of DID and anxiety. A somewhat grafic wound description. Not proof read (I don't know if I don't get my things proofread because I'm too lazy to ask or because I'm afraid of being judged by others. Guess we'll never know) Word cound: 4.3k (don't ask me how I did it, idk either) a/n: I want to thank Jennifer Saunders for making the I need a hero cover for Shrek 2, otherwise I would’ve had no idea on how to vizualize the action scene, which would’ve led me to give up on ica altogether. Also it’s probably going to be bad, but I beg you to please cut me some slack, it’s my first time writing a fight scene. Anywho, please enjoy!!!
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If you had asked yourself a few days ago what you would be doing Wednesday evening, your best guess would’ve been watching a movie, reading a book, perhaps going out for some drinks with Colt if you were feeling a little bold. However, getting ready to infiltrate a cult to try and get some information on its leader’s whereabouts who posed a worldwide threat was definitely not something you planned on adding to your schedule.
You’d had your fake story revised by Layla, Steven, and Marc: your name was Sunny, and you had just been kicked out of your flat because you couldn’t afford rent anymore. You were one of the many people lost in the blip, and once you’d returned, your life had been turned upside down. Your job? Terminated. Your parents? Dead. With no support system, you were an ideal target for a cult. You only hoped the fanatics would find it convincing enough.
Marc and Steven had stayed back at their flat, most likely coming to terms with the fact that there was another alter within their system, Jake. While they were doing that, Layla was driving you to your home to change into different clothes.
“I had a feeling,” Layla revealed to you as the doors of the elevator closed, “About Jake’s existence.”
You pressed the button to take you to the ground floor, “How so?”
“In Cairo, Harrow’s men were shooting at me, and he was about to kill Marc. But then, something changed in him. It’s like… he wasn’t holding back anymore.” The elevator dinged and its doors opened. “He took down everyone, including Harrow. After things died down, he said he’d blacked out,” Layla stepped out of the elevator alongside you. You opened the door for the both of you and exited the complex. “I only hope the three of them figure things out.” You nodded in response.
Layla walked to a motorbike parked next to the building. She grabbed one of the black helmets and handed it to you, “Put this on, you’re gonna need it.”
The air was hitting your face as you drove through the streets, gripping Layla’s shoulders for dear life.
“How did you meet Steven, anyways?” she looked at you through the rear-view mirror.
You proceeded to explain the whole Tesco situation, how that led you to get Steven’s number and going out on a date with him.
“A date?”
“It was going well, actually. Best date I’d had in a while. That was, of course, until he got stabbed.”
She laughed, “I wouldn’t want my date to be stabbed, either.”
Her motorbike came to a halt as you got to a red light. Layla quickly glanced back at you, “You’re gonna fall off if you keep holding onto my shoulders, you know.”
You knew hugging her from behind would be more efficient, but you didn’t want to be inappropriate. “Wait, can I…?”
It was obvious what you were proposing, and Layla nodded, “Yeah, don’t worry about it.” You carefully slid your arms around Layla’s abdomen, feeling the warmth emanating from her body. “I’m happy for Steven,” she looked at you once again through the mirror, “You’re quite the catch.” You felt blood rushing to your cheeks in light of her comment. The traffic light turned green, and you were both once again on the move.
Once you arrived, you led Layla into your small flat. Signs of the hurried escape you made yesterday were evident, your suitcases still laid out on the couch.
“Sorry for the mess,” you apologized to Layla, “Last time I was here, I was in a bit of a hurry.” She shook her head and insisted you not to worry. You frantically started clearing the couch for her to have somewhere to sit, “Would you like some water, tea?” you asked, not wanting to be impolite in front of your guest.
“(y/n), I appreciate it, but we have to be quick.” That stopped you dead on your tracks. Right, you weren’t there to clean up. Her words stung, but you knew she wasn’t coming from a place of malice. You apologized and hurried back to your room.
You opened your closet and got to work. After a while, you managed to combine some old clothes you hadn’t worn in years along with dirty clothes in order to make an outfit that would fit ‘Sunny’. You exited your room and saw Layla examining the shelf behind the armchair, fixated on a particular picture frame you knew all too well. She noticed you out of the corner of her eye and jumped, excusing herself for prying. “It’s ok! I’m sorry for startling you,” you told her, trying to soothe her worries.
You looked at the picture as well. It was a family photo, a much younger version of your parents holding your baby self. You remembered the many lonely nights you’d clutched the frame tightly to your chest, crying your eyes out, hoping that maybe your parents would someday return.
“I lost them to the blip,” you stood next to Layla, “That day, after seeing many of my co-workers disappearing into thin air, I called them to see if they were okay. When they didn’t answer…”. You felt your heart sink into your chest as you said the last sentence, yet you couldn’t quite put your pain into words. The hole you felt in your heart when your calls went unanswered. Opening the door of your childhood door to be greeted to the heart-breaking silence. You knew it was over, that they were back, but the gaping wound that remained open five years was only beginning to heal. A tear ran through your cheek, “I kept it to remind myself that they would’ve liked me to go on with my life.” You were thankful you had stuck with that philosophy, otherwise you would’ve never moved to London.
You could sense grief in Layla’s honey eyes, as if she empathized with your feelings, but couldn’t quite vocalize her sorrow. Nevertheless, she eyed you from head to toe and reached for your forearm, “Looking good, Sunny,” she smiled and headed to the door, “Let’s go.”
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You were a few blocks from where the neighbourhood started, standing next to Layla’s motorbike while she was on a call with Marc. She hung up and made her way to you.
“Marc and Steven are on their way,” she grabbed a flip phone from her pocket, “If you get in trouble, call us or text us. This phone has both of our numbers” she handed you the phone and you took it from her hand.
“What about my phone?” you thought it would be easier to add her number to your phone and take it with you.
“They might try to take it away, it’s better if you use this one” She offered to keep your phone in the meantime. “Be careful. They are armed and dangerous. Never let your guard down.” Her warning gave you chills. Were these guys really that bad?
After walking a few blocks more, you arrived at the place, expecting to see everyone dressed in the same attire, maybe people sitting in a circle, chanting something in an unknown language around a fireplace and whatnot. Instead, you were met by some kids playing football on the streets, neighbours chatting in the stairs of their apartments and tending to the small community garden out on the street. By all means, this seemed to be a pleasant place to be at, not quite the cult-like environment you’d expected. Regardless of everyone acting normal, you stuck out like a sore thumb as you walked through the street. You seemed to have caught the attention of many of the people there, staring at you like as if you were carrying a grenade in your pocket. Despite this, a young lady appeared to have pitied you, approaching you tenderly.
“Can we help you?” she examined your face, “You seem… lost.”
You took this as an opportunity to begin playing the role of the lost lamb. “I am,” you nodded, “I… I need help.”
“That’s alright, love,” she stroked your back, “Come with me, I know someone who can help you,” she beckoned. You felt guilty for abusing the woman’s generosity, but you kept telling yourself it was for the greater good.
She ushered you down the street and asked you your name. You replied with your fake name, not wanting to give away your real identity. She nodded and walked towards a small pen where a man was tending to goats. “Marvin, do you happen to know where Bobbi is?” she patted your back, “Our friend Sunny here needs help.”
“Lynn!” the big man greeted the woman, “Yeah, she’s in the diner, I believe,” he said as he scratched the goat’s head. She thanked him and led you to a few steps further to a large brick building.
When you entered, you could spot a communal diner, more potted vegetables, and an area with a makeshift cinema. With her hand still on your back, she walked you to a tiny gathering of people. You were able to make out a bit of the conversation they were having “… need to find a way to get our hands on that Stela. Also, make sure to keep sending money to Chicago. We need to make sure that maniac doesn’t get to—”
“Bobbi!”, Lynn called out. “I believe we could use some help,” she squeezed your arm, “right?”
Bobbi gave some orders to the individuals she was talking to and they scattered. She walked towards you, reading your every move. “Don’t be scared,” she beckoned you towards a table, “Let us talk.”
You both sat across each other, Simple Twist of Fate playing faintly through some speakers. “Tell me, what’s your name?” she crossed her hands on the table.
“Sunny.”
“And what brough you to us, Sunny?”
You tried sounding as miserable as possible, “I… feel lost. Ever since the blip, really.” You continued telling your pre-made sob story, trying to channel some of the very real feelings you’d felt, hoping it would make your story more believable.
Bobbi listened carefully to your every word, clueless to the fact you were lying. “It’s still baffling I lost five years of my life.” You tilted your head, facing the plastic tablecloth of the table you were fidgeting with.
“You won’t have to worry about material things anymore, Sunny. We have clothes, warm food and a place for you to sleep,” Bobbi stood up from the table, encouraging you to do the same, “Just one thing, before I show you around, Can I hold your hands?” she held out her palms so they faced upwards. The tattoo of the crocodile scales on her forearm was now visible, tormenting you. You reluctantly agreed, placing your hands inside of hers. She held them tightly and you saw the tattoo begin to move. Panicked, you tried pulling away, but Bobbi made sure to keep you in place, “Shh, it won’t take long, I promise.”
The tattoo finally stopped moving, turning green and returning to its original state. Despite you thinking this was something good, Bobbi looked wearily at you. “Why don't you come with me?.” You had a bad feeling about following her, provoking you to quickly send a ‘SOS’ text with the flip phone. You walked through a set of wooden stairs and arrived to a storage room worthy of a horror movie. It was full of what you hoped were mannequins wrapped in cloth and plastic, but knew deep down were most likely dead bodies. A man pinned you to a wall and started emptying out your pockets, including the phone Layla gave you. He then pushed you into the floor, and the doors slammed shut behind you, leaving you to your own devices. “Enjoy your stay, ‘Sunny’.” Bobbi mocked you through the door, and you could hear the sarcasm in her voice when she mentioned your made-up name. How had she found out, though?
“No, no, no, wait!!” you began banging your hands on the wooden door, hoping someone would be able to hear you. You leaned into the door and heard Bobbi giving instructions to the people outside the door. “… with Khonshu’s avatar. Whatever happens, make sure they stay there. Station people outside that window as well. You two, come with me. We need to find Khonshu and Taweret’s avatars.”
You were at least glad you’d managed to warn Layla before they took the phone away.
You began scanning your surroundings, tying to find an exit in case neither of them arrived. The giant window was sealed of by wooden planks, and the stairs that lead to the terrace were far too high for you to reach. You came to the scary conclusion that the only way out would be through that door, otherwise, you were trapped there for good. The ambience of the desolate and eerie room started making your anxiety flare up; you could only wish they were already on their way.
Every minute gone by felt like an eternity, awaiting any sign of their arrival. You were sat in a fetal position, your head between your legs. You were beginning to feel lightheaded, your breathing increasing in pace, when suddenly sounds of a fight on the outside became evident. Then, BAM! The door flung open, the masked figure with the formal white suit coming right through it and greeted you with a “Hello there.”
“Steven!” at this point, you could’ve easily recognized his voice, even if it was miles away.
He ran to you and offered his hand to help you up, “Let’s get you out of here, shall we?” Two men entered into the room and stormed at you. Steven kicked one of them in the chest, and he knocked the other one throwing his baton at his face as you watched from a safe distance. He then went to the door and locked it from the inside.
“How are we going to get out of here?” you turned to him.
He eyed the sealed window and looked at you. “I think I’ve got an idea.”
Steven began ripping the wooden planks off the window, grunting as he did, leaving the glassless window exposed. “Marc?”
Almost as soon as Steven asked for Marc, the suit vanished and turned into the mummy-like costume.
“On it,” Marc exits through the broken window, gesturing you to do the same. You do so and stand on the window ledge next to him. He grabs you by the waist, positioning himself to jump off the edge. “Hold on tight.”
“What?!” Before you get an answer, he leaps down the building, with you hugging him as tightly as you can.
Harrow’s people notice your landing immediately and start shooting. Marc shields you with his cape. He finally pulls away and throws one of his moon-shaped darts into one of the man’s chest, charging and punching the other one.
“Come on, let’s go!” he turns around and grabs you by the arm, running off with him. You made your way down one street, only to find it barricaded by men with guns. “Over here!” Marc shouted as he dragged you down the other street, except there were more people. You were surrounded from both sides.
You thought that would be the end of you, until a pair of golden wings pierced through one side of the armed crowd.
“This side is clear!” Layla yelled as the bullets bounced off her wings. The three of you headed that way. You could feel your heart leaping out of your chest as you ran. The rest of the mob was catching up with you, though. You grabbed a crowbar laying on the street to defend yourself. As the swarm of angry fanatics got nearer, Layla looked at Marc. “Right?”
“Left.”
Soon enough, both of them began taking down the group of people, Marc occasionally switching to Steven and vice versa.
Someone charged at you, and out of instinct, you fiercely struck them in the head with the crowbar. You paused to look at what you had just done. The man laid there, unconscious.
BANG!
You began feeling an intense burning on your thigh, the pain so intense you fell against a wall. You’d never felt anything like that in your entire life. The stinging sensation didn’t cease even when you pressed your hand against the source of pain. Your eyes grew wide as you freed your grip from your thigh, your palm now covered in crimson red. Layla swiftly ran to your aid.
“Leave me here! You two go!” you cried out to her.
She instantly shook her head, “What?! Not a chance!” and dragged you to a corner. Marc seemed to have noticed her since he followed the two of you.
As soon as Marc spots you and Layla on the ground, something seemed to have snapped inside of him, as if the gravity of the situation was dawning on him. He throws his head back and, once again, his costume switches to the version you were very familiar with. Jake's costume. A cult member tries to ambush him from the back, but he throws him on the ground and immediately slices his throat, blood gushing all over his costume.
Layla shares the same dumbfound look in her eyes as she sees Jake hurries towards you. He lifts you off the floor bridal-style, and asks Layla, “Where’s your bike?”
“We’re almost there.”
He adjusts you in his arms, and both of them start sprinting out to the street. Fortunately, Layla’s motorbike was close enough. You were hastily sandwiched between Layla and Jake, with Layla at the wheel. You dashed through the streets as you held onto Layla with one arm, you other hand preoccupied with your wounded leg. You began feeling a cold spot where the breeze was hitting your blood-ridden trousers.
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After some time of going through twists and turns all over the place in what you assumed to be an attempt to lose anyone following you, you deicded to speak up.
“We’re going to the hospital, right?” you asked Layla, the pain from your leg refusing to die down.
“We can’t. Harrow has people all over the place,” Jake interjected, “Imagine this, you're hooked up to an IV. One of Harrow’s followers cranks up the morphine and boom, you’re a goner. Let’s just get back to Stevie’s place and I’ll patch you up. You’ll be good as new on Friday; you have my word.”
He could be right, but you didn’t want to die from an infected bullet wound, “Thank you, but no thank you. Please take us to a hospital, Layla”
“Don’t! This whole plan’s going to shit if you get killed,” he yelled.
“I won’t! I’ll notice if they mess with my dosage!”
“Oh really? What are you now, a doctor?” he teased.
“No, but I’d rather be treated by a professional, not Mr. Mercenary over here.”
Jake scoffed, “Now that’s real nice of you. Remind me who dealt with the guy that mugged you on Monday? That’s right, Mr. Mercenary himself! Now Layla, would you be so kind as to—?”
“Will the two of you just shut up?!” the motorbike brusquely stopped on the side of the street next to an apartment complex. She stood up and made her costume disappear, whipping out a set of keys from her pockets. “We’re staying here for the night. I have things to treat that wound upstairs.”
You both stayed silent from the shock for a moment. Layla unlocked the main entrance of the building, “Are you two coming or what?” she shouted from the door.
“Yup, sorry,” you muttered
“Sí, señora,” Jake replied soon after, “O bueno, más bien señorita,” he said under his breath
He made his costume vanish and carried you once more bridal style through the entrance. After an uncomfortable elevator ride, you finally made it inside Layla’s apartment. Jake waited for Layla to place a towel underneath the leather couch. After she did, he carefully laid you down. He took off his jacket and threw it on the other couch.
“I’ll get the med kit,” Layla announced.
Jake followed suit, “Yeah, I’ll go wash my hands.”
You took this moment alone to scan your surroundings to distract you from the pain. Unlike Steven’s place, Layla’s home was all tidied up, although it still carried the maximalist aesthetic, having many trinkets and books placed neatly on shelves and bookcases. On the sideboard near the entrance, you spotted a framed polaroid picture of who you supposed to be a younger Layla besides a man you assumed was her father, with some sort of archaeological site behind them. Perhaps that’s why she was drawn to the family photo you had on your bookshelf. Next to it was another picture. This time, it was Layla with a flowy, white dress, holding a bouquet, and the person next to her wearing a tuxedo was… Steven?
Layla appeared from the kitchen with a box and a glass of water, her hair now tied up. “Sorry I couldn’t take you up on that water back at your place,” she handed the glass to you, “It would’ve been nice to simply sit there and chat,” she placed some pills on your other hand and muttered, “This should help with the pain.”
You took the pills and watched Layla as she knelt on the ground to lay out the contents of the med kit on the coffee table. The photo of Steven and Layla kept nagging your conscience, so you decided to do something about it. “I know it’s none of my business but…” it was sort of your business, since Steven did agree to go on a date with you, and if he was married, it meant he had either cheated on her, or they just had open relationship, “A-Are you and Steven… married?” you couldn’t help but stumble on your words.
She diverted her focus from placing things on the table onto you, smiling and shaking her head, “No, I was married to Marc,” she stood up, “And we officially ended it about a week ago. Although we had been separated for a few months now.”
She went on to seat next to you on the couch . “We realized we needed time alone to figure things out.”
Before you could reply, Jake came bursting out from the bathroom. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”
He knelt next to you and inspected the wound. “Luck seems to be on your side today.” you would argue otherwise, but at the very least that meant he had good news, “The bullet doesn’t seem to have hit any arteries, it’s mostly superficial.” He sprayed you with lidocaine, “Let’s fish this little bastard out.”
Layla offered her hand for you to squeeze, but you refused, not wanting to hurt her. “The lidocaine won’t do much,” she insisted, “Wanna see who’s stronger?”
You acceded to her proposal, unsure as to what she was referring to, and began squeezing as soon as Jake started the recovery efforts. To counteract you crushing her hand, Layla, tried to squeeze as the same amount of force you were. That’s what she meant by finding out who was stronger.
“In the meantime, tell me: did you find anything?” she asked. You had almost forgotten the reason you’d gotten shot in the first place.
“I did,” you managed to say through gritted teeth, “They said something about getting their hands on a Stela.”
“Did they specify what Stela?” Layla inquired. You shook your head.
“They also said something about sending money to Chicago to— Ouch!” you angrily turned to face Jake.
“Can’t you speak without moving so much?” he argued for himself.
You carried on, “To keep some maniac away from someone.”
Layla concluded, “That’s probably where Harrow is.”
After a while of doing who knows what, Jake, at last, recovered the bullet from your thigh with a proclamation of victory. “Congratulations!” he announced as if he was talking about a new-born baby, “It’s a bullet. And his name will be… Carlos!” You couldn’t help but giggle at his silly comment.
After Jake stitched and bandaged you up, Layla excused herself to her bedroom. Even though she’d offered her bed to you, you had declined. It’s not like you could’ve moved much, anyways.
Jake, on the other hand, had occupied the spot next to you on the couch once you were sitting. He sprawled out his limbs and closed his eyes. For a while, you thought he was asleep. That was until you heard the faintest ‘I’m sorry’ escaping his lips.
"I'm sorry for earlier," he paused, "And for threatening you yesterday". Jake didn’t look like the kind of guy to be very open and vulnerable about his feelings, which made his apology appear even more sincere.
He most likely wasn’t expecting you to hear him because of the look he gave you when you replied, “It’s okay,” he straightened his position on the couch, scooting closer to you. It seemed he doubted what you were saying.
“Besides, you’ve saved my arse twice now,” you smiled and moved closer to him as well.
You hadn’t noticed how little space had been left between the both of you; you could practically feel his breath on your face, hear his quickened heartbeat. Warmth and desire were radiating off you both, it was only a matter of either of you closing that gap with a kiss.
You could imagine every ounce of him pressed against your body, every strand of hair on his head brushing softly against your forehead, his lips pressed up against yours.
It would be easy, really, just to close the gap, easy to give in.
The dream like trance you were on dissipated as quickly as it had appeared when Jake stood up from the couch and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” you mentally ask yourself if you did something wrong.
“I have a car not far from here. I’ll sleep there,” he turned off the lights, opened the door and left, not even saying goodbye.
Alone in the darkness, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would’ve felt like kissing him.
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OH MY GOD? Does this mean what I think it means?
MOON KNIGHT FOR HALLOWEEN????????????????
Please? Please? Let it be happening!!!!!!
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💙 ☁️ Lovely Little Sky ☁️ 💙
Chapter 6
Lead and Follow
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Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader, Jake Lockley x Reader
Sorry, no smut this chapter.
You get up and find you're running late to meet up with your best friend, Safiya. Marc offers you a ride, you accept, and you introduce him and Steven to your bestie. 
Warnings: lots of 'gurl', 'bitch' and trash talk that best friends say or do. Safiya is brutally honest and blunt. Marc hates malls, but Steven loves them. No sexy times in this chapter.
Also, please note the reason I leave a bunch of space between paragraphs, is because Google docs somehow puts two extra spaces in when I copy and transfer it over to Tumblr only, and not to my ao3. I'm a tired mom, and that's so much extra work to go through and delete like 200 spaces. If these spaces bother you, check out my ao3, where it this weird glitch doesn't happen.
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You woke up from a damned good sleep, but you weren't in your own bed. You glanced around the dark room, squinting to see where you were. A loud snore caught you off guard, and you turned to see a lump of a man sleeping, face down. The only thing covering him was a thin, khaki-coloured sheet that molded perfectly to his well-shaped ass.
You smiled, and figured you were in Marc's room. You went to get up and your legs protested the movement so badly that your foot became entangled in the sheet, tripping you to the floor. You groaned, looking behind you to see if you had woken your bed partner. Luck was on your side, as the man merely snorted in his sleep, turned over, and hugged the pillow you left to his face.
You squirmed out of the sheet and made your way to the bathroom to have a quick shower. Once finished, you came back to see the man was sitting upright and looking around with a worried looking frown on his face.
"Good morning." You chirped at him, and his head snapped up to look at you. All the worry left his face, and a wide smile crept onto his features.
"Good morning." He replied softly as he took in your lack of attire. He sounded like Marc. His face quickly melted back to that worried-looking frown when he saw all the bruises and marks littering your skin.
"Shit, did I do that to you?"
"It's okay, Marc. Both you and Steven did this to me." You said as your hand came up to touch your neck. You could feel the three bite marks each one of them had left. Surprisingly, the one Steven had left was the worst.
"You sure? You're covered like a canvas. It looks like I beat the fuck out of you…" He replied while rubbing the back of his neck.
"You guys beat the fuck out of my pussy, and I had a great time while doing it." You snickered back with a wink. He sighed in relief, then reached out for you. You happily went to him and allowed him to bring you to sit on his lap.
"Fuck that's hot. Layla would have beat me up if I left a mark. Fuck, look at you…" He kissed you, smiling wider as you reached up to ruffle his hair. You wanted to say that he had been marked up badly, but you didn't say a word. You both acted like you didn't mark his body up in the same way, since he had healed every mark that you gave him.
"How are you feeling today?" You asked. Marc bit his lower lip, barely thinking about it.
"Pretty good, actually. No hangover. I suppose that's good." He said, but he didn't exactly sound happy about it. You could tell he was baffled that he wasn't in any pain from drinking so much last night. You even watched him stare at his back in the mirror while he glanced at you a few times. Again, you said nothing about it.
"How about you?"
"I'm alright. A little sore, but alright." You said, then slowly got up and off of him. He looked entirely disappointed that you were retreating away from him.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to go see my best friend today. She's been chomping at the bit to see me. I've been a bit of a hermit since I moved in here, and started cleaning for you." You told him your plan as you found your phone to check the time. You hissed, seeing that you were going to be late.
"Fuck… And it looks like I am going to be fucking late. I'll never hear the end of it." You quickly grabbed the set of clothes that Marc had loaned you. They were folded neatly on his dresser, and not just left where Jake had made you change the night before.
"So, I take it you're not going to stay in bed with me, then?" Marc asked with a touch of disappointment in his voice. He already knew the answer. You shook your head as you hopped into his shorts and tugged the tee over your head.
"Well, would you like a lift, then?" Marc offered. You paused as you considered it. A bus would make you an hour late, but if he drove you, it would make you about fifteen minutes early.
But then your best friend would flip her ever loving shit, demanding to know if Marc was the guy you slept with or not.
"Come on. Let me give you a ride. I can fuck off right after if you don't want your friend to meet me…" Marc chuckled.
"I know people don't like me much, but I can disappear, before they see me." You frowned when he mentioned the last bit. Did he really think you were embarrassed by him? It felt like it.
"Yeah. Sure. I'll take you up on that offer." You replied sweetly, and then turned away to leave.
"I'm going to get changed." You called behind you as you left. You didn't see the big, dopey grin he had on his face, or the excitement in his eyes at being told he could accompany you.
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When you came back from your room, you were dressed in a brightly colored sundress, black tights, and a long cream colored cardigan. You held your purse and the gold shoes Jake had given you last night.
"You look amazing. Those shoes are sexy."
"Thanks. A… Uh… A really good friend gave me these shoes. They are very comfortable, despite not looking it." You replied as you saw what he was wearing. Marc was in a tight-fitting pair of jeans, a loose black shirt, and a brown canvas shirt with a collar. He was just throwing on a grey hooded sweatshirt when you cleared your throat.
"You don't have to fuck off after you give me the ride. If you want, you can hang out with us if you like." The second you mentioned he could hang out with you and your best friend, he grinned and looked very excited.
"Yeah? Awesome." He grabbed a set of keys from the bowl on his dresser, ones that didn't look like Jake's.
"I hope you don't mind if I take my car. I'm not very good at backing that limo up. The last time I drove it, I hit another car, and left a tiny scuff mark. Steven bitched about it for days after."
"Really?" You asked. Steven didn't seem like the type to lose his temper. 
"Well yeah. Dunno how he found out, either. He purposely gave me the day so I could deal with my divorce, and he swears up and down that he didn't peek into my business at all, yet the next day… He glared at me, and didn't speak the entire day. Not a single word. Anytime I glanced in the mirror, he would sneer at me and mutter things I didn't understand under his breath." Marc said sadly. You could tell he didn't like it when Steven was mad at him. Like an older brother that just wanted his little brother to be proud of him.
"He what?" You asked as you thought about the way Marc was describing Steven's behavior while he was mad. It didn't sound right, like he was describing Jake instead.
"Yeah. When he gets mad at me, which is very rarely, he starts spitting out insults in other languages." He explained, causing you to squint at him.
"Do you know which languages he's yelling at you in?" You casually asked as you put your shoes on. He shrugged.
"Fuck, Spanish, I think? Maybe it was Italian. I don't know." Marc replied as he went to go find his shoes. He took you outside as your brain whirled about. How could Marc mistake Jake for Steven, like ever? Steven was a cute little cupcake, and Jake was… Well he was not cute. He was sexy, like liquid dark chocolate, spiced with hot peppers.
"Weird…" Was all you could manage to say. You didn't want to even entertain any ideas that could lead to you accidently telling him he had a third personality in there.
"Well, that's the thing. Steven knows a boat load of different languages. Him and Conrad would have whole ass conversations in Arabic, just so I wouldn't understand them, and they knew it pissed me off. I can speak a little bit of it, but not much." Marc said as he opened the garage door and walked past the limo to the door at the side.
"Oh neat. Steven's pretty smart. Isn't he a doctor or something?" You asked while trying to sound innocent about it. Truthfully, it amused you that Marc was jealous of Steven's intellect. 
"Yeah… He said he is a doctor of Egypt." The second he said it, he violently twitched. His face morphed into an angry grimace, and he whirled to stare at the limo's mirror.
"I did not!" Steven shouted at the mirror. You looked at the mirror, seeing Marc's smug grin. You glanced to the side, seeing Steven's face was set in a hard frown, his brows furrowed, and his lips pursed tightly in annoyance. This was the closest you had ever seen him to being mad or upset. You glanced back at the mirror, and Marc's playful grin was still there. You decided to move into a spot where you could clearly see Steven's face, and his reflection.
They were both different, at the same time.
That was impossible. Unheard of, even. You shouldn't have been able to see his alter in the mirror. That was part of Dissociative Identity Disorder. Only they should be able to see each other that way.
Apparently you had been staring too hard, because Marc's face turned to you, and a look of intrigue passed over his features. It was as if he was trying to decide if you were looking at Steven's reflection, or really at him. You gave him a weak looking wave, and he slowly raised his hand to wiggle his fingers at you. Steven turned his head to look at why Marc was waving at you, and his mouth fell open in shock.
"Can you see him?" Steven asked as he stared at Marc, who by now was sticking his tongue out, with you mirroring him.
"If by him, you mean your reflection that's moving by itself, then yes. Is it safe to assume that's Marc?" You asked. Steven was still speechless, hand on his chin as he kept looking between you and Marc.
"That's not good. You're not supposed to be able to see us like that." Steven mused.
'She's really not.' Marc agreed as he crossed his arms. You watched, fascinated by the mirror, by seeing what Steven saw. Your eyes looked around to anything else that had a reflection, wondering if that was the only instance where Marc was visible. It would make sense, but you needed to check it out. They both watched you as your eyes darted to the windows of the limo, to the back up mirror that hung in the ceiling of the garage, to the slight reflections on the spare tire rims on the shelf.
They all showed Steven's reflection, every single one of them. Only the mirror in front of him displayed Marc. You let out a small breath of air as your eyes rested on your black phone screen.
There, in the shiny glass of your phone, you could see another reflection of Steven, but this one was smirking. This one had a dark jacket, with the creamy collar flipped up to show off the symbols embroidered to the fabric. This one was wearing a flat cap, with a gloved hand holding onto the front of it. He tugged his hat down just a bit, and he gave you a wink.
Good fucking God…
It was Jake.
You gasped and shoved your phone against your chest so Steven couldn't see it. Steven raised a brow at you, obviously wondering if you were alright or not.
"You okay?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. I am totally fine. You know… As fine as a girl can be when they find out they can see their boss's reflections the way he does. It's fine." You quickly explained.
"Are you sure? Because you looked at your phone, gasped, then hid it. Did Marc do something lewd? Is it some sort of inside joke I don't know about?" Steven questioned you with a concerned look on his face. You watched Marc's face morph into an annoyed one, his eyes rolling hard.
'Excuse me, I did not say shit, and it's no joke, Steven.' Marc huffed as he tapped his foot. He wasn't very keen on having this happen right now, when he was supposed to be getting his car and driving you somewhere.
"Oh, um… My friend sent me a text. It made me realize I only have thirty minutes to get to her in time. I mean, she'll wait for me, but then she can tease me about my tardiness the entire time." You explained, hoping the little lie wasn't caught by either of them. Steven nodded, seemingly accepting the answer. Marc just grumbled.
But when you looked over at the tire rims, you saw Jake's face again, and now he was grinning ear to ear.
"Well, alright then. I suppose we can talk about this later. But, if you can see Marc, or myself when we aren't in control, that does bother me a bit. Like, don't get me wrong, it's handy if you can, but you really shouldn't be able to. That's my mental illness, not yours." Steven said as he raked his hand through his hair. A moment later his posture changed, and he switched places with Marc, his reflection now clearly sporting Steven's soft smile, while Marc held a tight-lipped frown.
"That's enough, buddy. I'm stopping you before you continue to rant on and on, after saying we'll talk about it later. Sorry about that, sweetheart." Marc said as he jabbed his thumb towards the door. You still could hear Steven just rambling away quietly in the background as he followed close behind in all the reflections of the side of the limo. You nodded and came closer, your eyes still glued to Jake's reflection in the rims.
Without speaking, Marc turned to the door and opened it. He waited for you to go through, then locked it behind him. He took you around to the side of the garage. There, sat a very old Dodge Charger. It was all white and pristine, not a dent or a mark on it anywhere.
"This is your car?" You asked as he unlocked the door and opened it for you.
"Yeah. It was given to me by my attorney." Marc casually said as he waited for you to belt yourself in.
"Your lawyer gave you a car?" You asked while raising one brow in question. Marc rolled your window down and then closed the door.
"Yeah. Matt's good shit. He is a good buddy of mine. Knows all about my D.I.D. Said he had to get rid of this car, because people thought it was weird he owned one." Marc hopped into his side of the vehicle and started the engine. It purred to life, the engine rumbling as quietly as it could for being a muscle car.
"Wait, Matt? Matt Murdock?" You said in surprise. You knew about that lawyer. He was well renowned for winning most of his cases, but he lived in New York.
"That's the one!" Marc happily replied as he turned in his seat to back the car out of the driveway.
"Isn't he blind?"
"Yeah, that's why he gave me the car. His girlfriend doesn't like it, and he can't drive it, so I got it." Marc said. He sounded a bit dishonest, but you didn't want to push it by asking. Besides, you were being dishonest to him and Steven, and you had a feeling they both knew. 
Marc drove you to your destination in record time, and he didn't even speed or blow through any stop lights. He barely spoke to you, his eyes focused on the road. Steven on the other hand, well, he was happy to chat with you in the vanity mirror. You didn't know why you could see and hear them like this, and you sure hoped you weren't going crazy.
Steven was nice enough to ask about your best friend, and if there was anything they shouldn't talk about. He asked if it was okay if they switched in use of the body, and you told him it would be fine, much to their surprise. You informed them your friend was sassy, and would call you a bitch, but in an endearing pet name sort of way. Steven was amused by that, and Marc just hummed a soft 'okay' in reply.
Marc was kind of happy you could see and hear them this way. That meant they didn't have to switch as often to talk to you, but he was worried you might forget about it, and accidently start talking up a storm to a mirror or something reflective in public. He didn't want others to look at you the way they looked at him.
But…
He was also growing more and more concerned the more time he spent with you. First, all the minor little injuries he would normally have acquired from sex, just weren't there anymore, while you were covered nearly head to toe in them. He knew for a fact that you had marked him up with your nails, and you had seen it. You had bitten him and Steven more than once. Then he woke up shirtless, and with clear skin, knowing you saw it.
But why didn't you say anything about it? Were you assuming they were a guy with a natural healing factor? Maybe you thought they were a mutant, or a super, and were just kind enough not to care about that kind of thing?
But then there was that shadowy figure he and Steven had seen last night. They needed glasses to read, but they could see exceptionally well in the dark at great distances, even now, now that they were no longer serving Khonshu. Speaking of the moon God, Marc swore up and down that he saw Khonshu, and Steven's reaction confirmed it.
Why was that nasty old bird here again? Was he stalking them? Was he waiting until Marc, or heavens forbid, Steven hurt themselves? He sure the fuck hoped not. Not now! He just met you. You understood their disorder, and you didn't give two shits about it, yet you still liked them enough to let both of them fuck you, and spend time with you. Him and Steven. Aaand you were still hanging around them, enjoying their company.
He really didn't need more shit to hit the fan now. Definitely not now… Not when his and Steven's lives were getting better. Marc huffed as he glanced at the radio to check the time. He was doing well, the cafe just at the other end of this busy street. When he got there, he parked the car, and gave you a hopeful look.
"You sure that you don't mind me tagging along? I don't have to. I know how weird it is when I switch, especially if others don't know about my disorder." He softly murmured as he looked at his hands. You reached out and took them in yours, rubbing his palms as you sighed 
"Yes. I am sure that I don't mind. Just be yourself around her, alright? She will totally understand, and not judge you for your disorder."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. She has a family member with a similar disorder. Oh, but I must give you a heads up, my best friend is trans. Which means-"
"I know what that means. It's cool. I'm not prejudiced." Marc quickly replied. He smiled as you squeezed his hands.
"Okay. Right. Let's get going, then." You said, and got out of the car, with Marc happily following you. You walked up to a cafe and before you could open the door, Marc smiled like Steven, and his posture changed as he opened the door for you. As you passed them, you giggled.
"Thank you, both of you."
You looked around as the door shut behind you, the bells attached to it jingled as you glanced around the cafe for your best friend. Marc leaned over you as you checked your phone. You decided to send her a message, hoping to hear her notification sound somewhere nearby. Your friend always had her ringer on at maximum volume, and she never changed her ringtone. You sent her the message.
Hey gurl! I'm here!
A second later, you heard the ridiculous tone she had.
'Get riggity, riggity wrecked, son!'
The silly noise came from the back corner, and when your eyes came to rest there, you saw your friend's face light up as she furiously typed back a response. Your phone was on silent, so it didn't make an audible noise when you got her message, which was fine for you. You didn't want your boss to hear the one you had, which somewhat matched your friend's. It was from the same show as hers, but yours sounded like a robot, asking where their balls had gone off to.
Bitch! You're on time? Hath hell frozen over?
Nope. My boss gave me a ride over. He'll be hanging out with us today, if you don't mind. He doesn't have a lot of friends.
Oh, ho, ho! That's cool with me, chickie. I see you by the door. Come on over after you grab your drinks.
She looked up and waved at you, sporting a happy grin through her pink, cat-eye lenses. You waved and went to the counter to order your drink. You got yourself an overly complicated, blended ice beverage, making sure to get the heavy cream and real whip on top to treat yourself. Marc chuckled at your order, and he ordered a simple soy latte with vanilla in it. 
When you went to pay, your hand was swatted to the side as Steven took over and stepped up to the cash register. He took out his wallet and paused, just staring at it for a long hard moment. The cashier cleared her throat and he withdrew some cash. You knew it was Steven, because he was overly polite to the batista, and he even held both cups as you went over to your friend.
"Hey, bitch!" She greeted you as she leapt from her seat with outstretched arms. When she drew back, her eyes darkened as she noticed the dark bruises on your collarbone, chest, and neck. Her brows furrowed, and she immediately looked at the man standing behind you. Steven's eyes went a bit wide, and he looked away with a slight blush on his cheeks.
You hugged her and then sat down across from her, with Steven sitting beside you. He passed you the cold concoction and he sat back into the chair with one leg crossed over the other. He was pointedly looking at the reflection in the napkin holder, looking at Marc.
"Hey Safiya. How's it going?" You asked, and Safiya chuckled as she wiggled her brows.
"Going great! This your boss? What's his name?" She asked as she looked right at Steven. Steven bit his lower lip and looked at you.
"Yes. This is my boss. His name is… Well…"
"Right now, I'm Steven. Dr. Steven Grant." Steven said as he sat up straighter and reached across the table to shake Safiya's hand. She raised a brow and shook it.
"Right now?" She asked, and you nudged her foot under the table.
"Oh, right. Right. Sorry. I forgot she told me you have Dissociative Identity Disorder. My bad." She grimaced with embarrassment, but Steven laughed to ease the tension.
"Naw, it's alright, mate. Sometimes I'm Steven, other times, I'm Marc. Would you like to meet him?" Steven waved his hand dismissively. Safiya seemed interested, and she nodded.
"Sure would, Dr. Grant."
"Please, miss, you don't have to call me that. Steven will do." He chuckled as he gave you a wink. You smiled at him, happy he was doing so well with your friend.
"Okay. Steven. I would like to meet Marc." She said as she watched Steven's posture go rigid for a moment, then his hand came up to smooth his hair back. The tell tale heavy furrow of his brows came back, but now he was sporting a small grin.
"Heya. I'm Marc Spector. Not a doctor, just a regular, ex-military guy."
"Oh, is Steven really a doctor?" She asked. You grinned as she got right to the point. You knew she was blunt, and eager to ask any question that popped into her head. That, and her family member would make shit up all the time that wasn't true. Questions you were dying to ask, but were too afraid to, and she knew it too.
'Tell her yes. It's true. I've got proof.' Steven piped up from the napkin holder. You held back a snort, and he stared at you with a smile.
"Yes he is. Has his doctorate, a certificate, and everything. It's hanging up in his office on his floor of our house." Marc replied as he took a long sip of his latte. He sighed happily and licked his lips.
"So he's a doctor, and you're not?"
"Yeap. He did the work. He did the schooling, not me. I don't know jack shit compared to him. I used to be in the military, but I was discharged when they found out about my D.I.D."
"Okay. I'm sorry that happened to you. What kind of doctor is he?" She asked with an amused grin as she gave you a lewd wink. You huffed and sipped your drink.
"Uh, how about he just tells you. I'm bad with big words." Marc replied with a nervous chuckle. In a second he was relaxing into his chair and fixing his hair back to his side part.
"Oh yes. I'm an Egyptologist. Hoping to bump it up to also being an Anthropologist soon."
"That's handy. Egyptian shit is kind of our thing. Did you know that she has just gushed about it since the whole mega battle between those two Gods not too long ago?" Safiya revealed, and you blushed as you looked down at the phone.
Steven seemed intrigued by Safiya's words. He turned to you, a large grin plastered to his face.
"That's nifty. My house is filled with Egyptian stuff. Well, my floor is. Marc's not too keen on it. He's… Biased and doesn't really like the culture too much. Had a bad run in Cairo a little while ago. Swears we are never going back, despite my loud protests." Steven said with a small frown. You could see the disappointment in his eyes at the fact Marc didn't want to ever go back there.
"Well, just so you know, she wants to go visit the place badly. You're going to have to give her some time off to go." Safiya chirped back bluntly. Steven tilted his head to look at you, and that's when you remembered the tickets Jake had given you.
"Oh, yeah… Haha… Looks like I'll be going to Cairo sooner than expected." You remarked as you dug into your purse to find your wallet. You pulled out the two tickets, and placed them down onto the table. Steven's eyes lit up when he saw them, and Safiya's eyes bugged out of her skull. She calmed down, noticing how excited Steven looked.
"I won two round trip tickets to Cairo. First class air fare, five star hotel with a spa, and then a whole ass round of shit to do while there." You happily said as you showed Safiya the tickets. You saw how the gears turned in her head, and you suddenly felt bad. You sure hoped she didn't expect you were taking her. The plan was for Steven and Marc to go, not her.
"That's really badass. So, who are you taking?" She asked as she looked the dates over on the tickets. You opened your mouth to speak, when she abruptly cut you off.
"And don't expect me to go with ya. These dates on these tickets show I'll be busy at work during that time." She finished as she shoved the tickets back into your hands. Relief washed over you, but then you stared at her. The dates on the tickets were the same dates she had already made a point of booking off from work to spend with you.
You knew right there what she was doing.
"Oh, well… I don't have anyone else to go with me. I don't want to go alone, that's for sure…" As you spoke, Steven had sat up in his chair, and he was now leaning on the table with his elbows, giving you large puppy dog eyes.
"No one? No one at all?" You could tell he was trying to suggest that you ask him to go, but the reflection in the napkin holder held Marc's scowl in it. He did not look happy one bit.
"Well, I'd ask you, but Marc would turn me down…" You started to say, and Steven slapped the table, shaking it bad enough that the latte almost fell over. He glanced at the napkin holder and gave Marc a pleading look.
'You can't be fucking serious…' Marc said, his voice tickling your ears, like he was speaking in an empty hallway. It was weird to be able to hear him, when Steven should have been the only one.
"Please, mate?" Steven whispered. Marc grumbled and crossed his arms as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
'I don't want to go back there. He's there.' Marc replied, seething when he mentioned the last part. Steven took a deep breath.
"Oh come on, he's probably busy with some poor bastard, doing his bidding. It'll be fun. Come on, please say yes? You know how fucking much I love Egypt." Steven pleaded with him some more. The entire time he was talking to himself, Safiya sat there politely and quietly, although both of her brows were sitting high on her head.
From her angle, she couldn't see Marc the way Steven or you could. All she saw as the same face talking to himself, and going quiet while Marc spoke.
She discreetly picked up her phone, turned her ringer off, and sent you a text.
Does he do this all the time?
Yes. Please don't judge him.
I am not judging him, fam. I just want to make sure he isn't a crazy murder hobo or something.
He's not a crazy murder hobo. He's perfectly sane.
A man with D.I.D. is not perfectly sane, but I get you.
Please be nice. He pays me well, he is always nice to me, and he's hot. Please don't fuck this up for me.
Bitch! I ain't gonna fuck this up for you. He is hot, though. Not my cup of tea, because you know…
Yeah, I know. You're hella gay.
And you're not. Speaking of which, did he cause those bruises on you? Cause gurl, if he laid a hand to you, I'll fucking kill him.
You stared at the last message, then at her. She glared at you, egging you on to answer her text.
I'd rather not discuss this right now.
He did cause them! You've got about ten seconds to let me know why, or I'll flog the guy with my heels, right here in the cafe.
Okay, okay. Yes. But he didn't hit me, or hurt me. We spent all night drinking and fucking.
"Aha! Fucking finally!" Your best friend shouted as she slapped the table a few times in excitement. She had her tongue stuck between her teeth as she grinned wildly, looking back and forth from you to Steven.
Steven had turned to look at her after her outburst, his face showing concern and confusion. He genuinely looked a little frightened.
"You fucked your boss!" Safiya said as she snickered like a happy little goblin. Steven's face fell, and he looked at you. You were hot with embarrassment, and you didn't know what to say. You didn't plan on her shouting about it after sending her that text.
"I, uh… Yeah." You replied softly, and refused to look at either of them. You were scared Steven or Marc might get mad at you for this.
"Damn, gurl! Is he, I mean, are they, good in bed?" She asked, her eyes wild with excitement.
Steven leaned a bit closer, now very interested in your answer. He was now no longer embarrassed. Even Marc was waiting patiently to hear your answer.
"They are right here, Safi. You don't have to talk like they aren't." You mumbled quietly. You sipped your drink, hoping to cool down a bit. Marc's reflection giggled at you, and you scowled at him.
"I don't give a shit. Tell me. I'm sure they'd like to know as well." She sassed you as she kept staring at you, her dark brown eyes telling you she wasn't about to drop the subject any time soon.
"Fine. They are amazing in bed, alright?" You answered her question, but she wasn't satisfied yet.
"How big is the stick shift?"
"Safiya!" You snapped at her as you turned to apologize to Steven, but his face was calm with an amused-looking smile.
"It's alright go on. Tell her. I don't mind, love."
"You guys! Fuck!" You put your hands on your cheeks as you blushed. You felt so hot, and you couldn't believe how much Safiya was teasing you.
"Come on. Ya gotta squeal, now that Steven just gave the go ahead." Safiya pressed as she rubbed her hands together.
"Ugh! Fine! They've got a monster cock. It's very big, thick, and they know how to properly use it. Ya happy?" You said, looking to Steven and Marc to see their reactions. Marc was thoroughly pleased, and Steven was grinning sheepishly.
"Now I am. Circumcised, trimmed, or..?"
"Damntt, Safi!"
"Sorry. So, if you're fucking him, are you going to take him with you to Cairo?" She asked as she wiggled her brows at Steven.
By now, Steven was smiling as he tapped your shoulder to get your attention.
"Marc said he'll go, if you still want us to." Steven happily said, while Marc looked quite defeated.
"Oh? That's great. Yes. I'd love for you guys to come with me." You declared, and hugged them. Steven was quick to wrap his arms around you, and he was beaming with joy.
"Awesome, love. Thank you. I promise you won't regret it."
Then Steven fell silent as you and Safiya talked about things. She embarrassed you before about Steven, so now it was your turn.
"So, how's life been treating you? Found a girlfriend, yet?" You asked, and Safiya scrunched up her nose.
"Not exactly. Remember how I told you that I met this gorgeous girl at the bar last week?"
"Yeah. The one you keep telling me looks like some sort of Goddess? With the big curly hair? The one you're too chicken shit to talk to?"
"Yeah. That one. Well, I happened to find out she's going to be at the bar tonight. I need you to come with me. Be my wing woman!" Safiya gleefully gushed as she requested you to come with her to the bar later. You happily agreed, forgetting about the prior commitment you had to Jake. Yours eyes glanced at your phone, and you clearly saw Jake's face staring back at you, instead of Steven's. He was glaring at you, which reminded you of your plans with him.
You sighed.
"Yes, but I might have to ditch early. I'm supposed to go out later tonight with a friend of mine." You quickly said while trying to recover from agreeing to Safiya's offer too soon.
Apparently saying you were going out with a friend later struck a nerve in both Safiya, and Marc. Steven went rigid, then he leaned back in his seat to sip his latte. You turned to look at him, realizing he was now Marc. And he didn't look happy. Safiya glanced at him, then at you.
"Who ya going out with, gurl?" She asked, and you fucking panicked. You didn't know what to say. Would telling Marc or Steven that you had plans with the groundskeeper upset them? You did spend the night being fucked silly by all three of them…
"Well, uh…" You started to say. You gave your phone a quick glance, seeing Jake staring at you with an amused grin.
Was that smug bastard entertained?
"I was invited to a midnight auction. It's a private function. A fundraiser for charity of sorts, I think. I am not sure, as I wasn't exactly given much info. All I was told is that there's free booze, free food, and I don't have to talk to anyone." You said carefully. Jake nodded, and mouthed the words 'good girl'. You shivered as you bit your lower lip and looked away to the napkin holder again. Steven gave you an odd look, then glanced towards your phone. You quickly grabbed it and stuck it into your pocket.
"Alright, bitch, but I asked who you were going with, not where or what you're doing." Safiya scoffed as she pushed her glasses back up her face.
"She doesn't have to say, you know." Steven's voice erupted from Marc's body. Marc coughed and rubbed his face.
"Steven, she doesn't have to, but I would really like to know." Marc quickly replied. Safiya raised a brow at the way they talked, switching accents like it was nothing.
"Yeah, what he said. You don't have many friends."
"Oh, fuck you. I do have friends." You raised both hands up with the middle fingers proudly displayed at Safiya. She snorted and laughed.
"Okay, okay. Who is this friend, then?" She pressed, and Marc started to drum his fingers on the table.
You took another deep breath in through your nose, then sighed as you rubbed your temples.
"His name is Jake. He's a little rough around the edges, but he's nice."
"My groundskeeper is your friend? I haven't even met the guy yet." Marc said with a touch of disappointment, and dare you say that you saw jealousy in his eyes.
"Wait, you're fucking your boss, and you're gonna go out with his groundskeeper on a date?" Safiya drawled as she tugged her glasses down to the edge of her nose while she peered at you with a questioning look.
"It's not a date. He just didn't want to go to the auction alone, alright? Besides, he assured me I didn't have to do anything. I just get to sit there and drink bad champagne, listen to snobby rich people talk about boring shit, and hopefully, eat all the hors d'oeuvres that pass by us." You explained as you gave a good glance to the napkin holder. Steven was nodding at you, eating every word up that fell from your lips like it was gospel. 
Marc seemed to accept the answer. He didn't really want to discourage you from making friends with the only other employee they had. It would be silly to tell someone he hadn't met before to stay away from you…
But had this nagging feeling you were holding back some very important information about Jake. He knew the man spoke Spanish, drank tequila and weird Spanish beer, and he smoked cigarettes and weed. He knew Jake had his own phone in the limo that Steven and he owned.
The limo that Steven apparently allowed Jake to drive whenever he wanted.
"Okay. Right. Sorry that I embarrassed ya, gurl." She said as she took pity on you. She reached out and patted your hand.
"That's alright. If you don't give me a hard time, we don't laugh as hard later. Ha…"
"Well then… If you're fucking your boss, and taking him with you to Cairo, are you two dating, then?" She asked, now looking directly at Marc.
Marc looked confused for a moment, then he turned to look at Steven. Steven was rapidly nodding, holding his hands up in a silent prayer, but he wasn't saying anything, no doubt because you were able to hear him now.
"Well, I dunno. I haven't been in a good relationship in a very long time. He just got divorced as well, and I don't want to pressure him into doing anything he doesn't want…" You said softly as you looked away and at your drink. You could see a faint reflection in the cup's dome lid, and it was Jake again. He was giving you an odd look, one you couldn't quite read.
A large and warm hand came to rest on your thigh, making you turn to look at Marc. He was smiling, his eyes twinkling in the low light of the room.
"Well, it's true I'm divorced, and even though the divorce happened recently, I can assure you that I left my wife long before that. Both emotionally and physically. I still love her, but not the way I used to. She's more like a best friend now. Besides, she recently came out as a lesbian, so I definitely won't be going back to her any time soon." He said as he squeezed your thigh and rubbed it with his thumb. You smiled at the confession, and placed your hand over his.
"And Steven never got to really be with her. He got right mad when I told him about her, but the anger subsided quickly after."
"Why was he mad at you for it?" Safiya asked.
"Well, he-" Marc started to say, but then his eye twitched and his hand came up to run through his hair.
"I'd like to explain that myself, thank you very much, Marc. Anyways, I was mad, because she was beautiful, and a man like myself has absolutely no chance in hell with a girl like her. He ditched her, covered up the fact he was ever married, got a new flat, then just let me have the reins for a long while. I got over it quickly, because it wasn't ever my rodeo, and she didn't enjoy the fact that there was a whole other person inside her husband she never knew was there. Plus, I think she was salty as fuck that Marc's not very… How do you say… Gentlemanly or romantic enough?" He said with a bright smile, like he truly didn't care about his lost chance with Marc's ex wife. He leaned a little closer to you, pointing his thumb at your general direction. 
"Sides, look at this one. She's much prettier. She's nicer, and she cooks amazing food. She doesn't care there's two of us in this body." Steven mused as he explained himself a bit better. You couldn't help the heat rising up in your cheeks at his words.
"Well that's nice and all, but that didn't answer my question. You two gonna date, or y'all just gonna be friends with benefits?" Safiya slowly clacked her long nails against the table as she leaned back, her glasses still at the end of her nose. Steven chuckled and he brought his hand up to your face, cupping your chin in his large hand.
"I would absolutely wish to date you, love." He said softly, and  his eyes flashed, then his brows furrowed.
"Yeah. I agree with Steven. Considering he got to you, first, and he openly allowed me to experience you. That's a lot more than I gave him. Makes me feel like an asshole."
"Well, you can be a bit of a dick, mate." Steven's voice bubbled from Marc's throat, but his face remained the same.
"Don't rub it in, buddy. That's not classy." Marc muttered back.
By now Safiya was trying very hard not to laugh. She was amazed at how flawlessly Marc and Steven switched, and how he wasn't causing a scene. She had expected him to be some guy that flew off the handle and spouted crazy and absurd things, but he didn't. Instead, she got to see a perfectly sane person being calm and well-behaved.
Correction, two perfectly sane individuals in one body.
"Okay. Cool. But…"
"How about we just see how things go. We don't want to scare her away, especially not after last night. Fuck, last night was amazing." Marc said as his eyes darkened a bit, and he licked his lips.
"I would like that, Marc, Steven."
***
The cafe was fun, and Safiya begged you to go shopping with her. She needed a new outfit for tonight, in the hopes she could seduce the girl she had her eye on. She even offered Marc and Steven to come with, but you suspected she merely did that to get a ride and a locked car to hold her purchases in.
Marc didn't seem to care, and he happily agreed to come along to the mall with you and Safiya. Once at the mall, Safiya dragged you into nearly every store in it, acquiring at least one or two bags of purchases for each stop. Marc made the mistake of offering to hold the bags at the second store, and now he had ten bags in each hand as he sat on a bench waiting for you and your friend to get out of some makeup store.
"Fuuuck. Why did I ask to tag along?" Marc sighed as he leaned back, his head hanging off the back of the bench, with both legs outstretched before him. Steven appeared in the reflection of the stainless steel planter box beside him.
'Well, you wanted to spend the day with her, then you offered her a ride… Oh then you said yes to driving them to the mall-'
"Shut up, Steven." Marc hissed, which startled an old woman who was on the other bench behind him.
'Shhh. Watch it. There's a woman behind us.' Steven muttered back. Marc huffed and turned to look at the planter, glaring at Steven. He was about to say something, when you came hustling over with a single small bag. It was the only thing you had bought so far that didn't fit in your purse. All the bags Marc was holding, were Safiya's. 
"Hey, sorry. Sorry. I told her we need to ditch the bags in the car, or straight up leave. I said I should ask you to make sure you're still okay being out with us, or if you wanna go."
"Well, I would have no complaints about hanging out longer, if I didn't have to hold this hoard of shit your friend bought." Marc grumbled. Steven heard the rude tone in his voice, and he quickly took over.
"Sorry about him. Tells me he hated shopping with Layla. I, on the other hand, love shopping. How about I front for a bit, give him a rest, yeah? Maybe take these bags to the car, and meet up with your friend after?" Steven suggested as he lifted his arms. The bags weren't really that heavy for him and Marc, but Marc was just done with being in a mall with no free hands to do anything with, like fiddle on his phone.
"Sure. I'll text her and tell her we're doing that. She's just having her eyebrows done."
"Her what?" Steven asked, sounding a bit confused.
"Her eyebrows. She's getting them plucked, and then refilled."
"But… Why? Why remove the hair, just to refill them? I don't understand." Steven asked, and you giggled at his lack of knowledge. You pulled up a few photos of what they had done to Safiya, and then explained how they filled the colour in with an eyebrow pencil.
"Ah, okay. I get it now. Dunno why she did that. Her brows were just lovely before." Steven said with a raised brow. You laughed at his response.
"Girls are finicky." You replied as you leaned down to take a few bags from him, but he refused to allow it. Steven got up and adjusted the load, while you shot Safiya a text to explain where you went.
The walk back to the car was short, and Steven went about putting all the bags into Marc's trunk carefully. When he was done, he shut the car and went oddly still. He was staring at his reflection in the shiny bumper of the car, staring right at a pair of eyes like his own, but slightly darker and full of a threatening aura.
"Steven? You alright?" You asked as you placed a hand to his shoulder. He straightened up right away, and he turned to look at you, coming back to his senses with a warm smile.
"Yeap. Yeah. Of course, love. Just hungry is all. Are you hungry?" He asked as he wrapped an arm around your waist and started walking with you back to the mall entrance.
"Yeah, actually. I am. I'll text Safi, and tell her we will be at the food court." You replied with a smile. Steven gave one last glance at Marc's car, his eyes searching for that one reflection that was different from his own, or from Marc's, but only his own distorted image was there.
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Another!
Thank you to @mics59 for the Spanish translations
Thank you to @ruhro7 for proofreading
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gucciboots · a month ago
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Episode 5 spoilers!
Back in my thoughts again, you know the drill. A bit lengthy!!
I cannot stop thinking about this scene—how Steven clearly remembers that this was his room,
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And how he remembers the exact thing he said during this part of the scene, which proves that he was, in fact, in control for at least a couple seconds.
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BUT. He doesn’t remember anything from this moment forward. That’s why he wanted to see what their mother did to them, and that’s why Marc was set on getting him out of the room before he saw something that would severely taint his memories and what he knew of their childhood. At the same time, Marc knows EXACTLY what happened.
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I’m positive that Steven dissociated at that moment and Marc took over. In general, he didn’t want Steven to remember what truly happened. It’s his way of making up to Randall/RoRo, I would like to believe. He treats Steven like the younger brother that he lost when he was a child. The one who loved drawing the one finned fish. The one who was always eager for adventure. The one who was screaming for help back in the cave.
Remember? His mother explicitly stated:
“Marc, what do you do? Keep an eye on your brother, okay?” And Marc is set on fulfilling that promise to Steven.
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Marc let Steven keep all the good memories, while he himself lived through all of the bad ones, just so that he could protect him from getting hurt and feeling pain. Steven, his alter, who he considers to be his little brother.
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That’s the reason why Marc was so adamant about simply telling Steven what had happened in that room at the top of the flight of stairs, so Steven wouldn’t have to watch the memory play out in front of him. Seeing what happened would definitely hurt more than just knowing what happened. By telling Steven himself, he would have control over what he would reveal to him, and how he would tell him.
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That’s why Marc’s first thought when waking up in the Asylum was Steven. That’s why Marc never complained about fronting right after Steven was pierced by the weapons back in Mogart’s. That’s why Marc probably set up a line for Steven to contact “his mother”, and why Marc replaced Gus with another fish. That’s why Marc didn’t want Steven finding out about him in the first place.
Marc spent most of his life protecting and saving Steven the way he wished he could’ve protected and saved Randall. I am literally bawling over this.
Also ending this with another appreciation for Oscar Isaac because he’s a damn legend for the breathtaking portrayal of Steven AND Marc. He better earn awards for this series or I will riot.
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nbmlmxreaders · 2 months ago
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Spider-man and the Moon Knight system, aka the poly ship we never knew we needed
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thatfangirl42 · 2 months ago
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Steven Grant saying "Goat" when he saw a goat is giving best boy energy.
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NO ONE IS MOVING ON!! DONT LEAVE US HANGING WITH THAT ENDING ABOUT JAKE LOCKLEY MARVEL!!!!!
(gifs are not mine)
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80pairsofcrocs · 9 hours ago
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baby scarab || 24
anon - for the baby scarab series jake, marc, or steven (or khonshu who goes and tells the guys) finds out about the developments with casper and all have their different reactions?
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@r4tch1ld - HONESTLY THOUGHT I FEEL LIKE THE NEXT CHAPTER IS ABT JAKE AND I HAVE A SUGGESTION, WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS AND JAKE IS CHASING READER AROUND AND SUDDENLY SHE FLINGS A WEB OUT ONTO THE CEILING AND SHE SWING AROSS THE ROOM AND FALLS ON HER ASS, BUT IS TOO SHOCKED ABT SWINGING ACROSS THE RROM TO REALIZE WHAT HAPPENED AND JAKE AND READER STARE AT EACHOTHER FOR A WHILE LIKE "..."
-🐀the great🤞😻
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@amazowolf - OKAY SO…I found this video on tiktok and it made me think of your Baby Scarab series now that Matt and Frank are involved. I don't know what could happen for Frank to go off on a homophobe, but the thought of him defending Baby Scarab made me laugh and happy. Then the boys finding out later and just getting protective 😂 (I could be projecting there 😂🤔)
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTdwpw74U/?k=1
I just thought of you and your series and thought I would share!! Hope it's not a bother 💜
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A/N : okay, so the requests werent delivered to their best ability, hope they were presented goof enough though since the next one will touch up on them a little
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masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist
A/N : please enjoy, and as always, dont be afraid to leave a request :)
please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait
pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader
TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, homophobia(barely?), rushed writing, fluff. let me know if i missed anything
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you woke up alone. it was weird since you’d gotten so used to waking up with steven, marc, or jake.
yesterday you and steven took a nap on, and then you beat his ass at uno before helping him make food and then falling asleep again after that. 
it was late by then too, it was a long day.
you were about to panic when you heard a clatter coming from the kitchen.
you shoot up in the bed, and slowly get up and softly walking to the source of the sound.
it was steven of course, and he’s just been washing dishes while something was cooking on the stove.
you snuck into the room while stevens back was turned, and sat up on the counter, waiting for him to turn around.
your swinging your legs back and forth, and you begin to get bored as steven doesn’t notice you.
but marc does, he knows you’re there.
but he doesn’t say anything since he also happens to know that you’re planning something.
you decide to stand up on the counter, silently reaching your hand up to the ceiling and pulling yourself up so that your crouching on the ceiling.
you tilt your head at marc in the reflection of one of the many mirrors around the room.
he puts a finger to his lips and smirks, signaling that he’d stay quiet.
you smile at him and nod, moving yourself across the ceiling so that you’re almost right above steven.
the ceilings in stevens place were weirdly higher than yours, so you had room to almost standing up fully before touching him.
you reach down as far as you can and realize you can barely reach him.
you sit there crouched on the ceiling and decide what you should do instead.
you look at the two dirty dishes left to his right, and decide what your next move is going to be.
you’re honestly surprised that he doesn’t notice that you’re literally right above him, but he is a geezer so i guess it would make some sense.
right as steven looks away from the sink to put the now clean plate he was washing in the drying rack, you shoot a web out to grab one of the dirty ones, bringing it up to you and watching as steven thinks he’s losing it.
“i swear there was a plate right here..” he looks to marc. “wasn’t there a plate there?” he asks and you see marc shake his head.
while stevens distracted, you decide to take the other one too, and when steven looks over he stammers over his words.
“okay well obviously i got hit on the head or something” he scoffs, looking around the room and walking carefully around the kitchen.
“or maybe you got dropped on your head as a child” marc chuckles and steven gives him a look.
“well that would mean you did too, idiot” steven retorts, while marc just scoffs.
you keep yourself from chuckling and follow steven around while still on the ceiling.
“now where did those plates go i swear there were two right there” he then says in distress and you shoot a web at the ceiling. and slide down on it so that you’re right next to steven who’s staring down at the sink, and you turn to him.
“bit sad, innit?” you say, which surprised steven as he jumps back and screams in a slightly high pitched voice.
you shrug while still hanging off the ceiling, hands hanging onto the web while your legs are bent up so that your feet are near your hands.
“yOu scared the living shit out of me!” steven exclaims at you, holding a hand to his heart.
you give him a guilty smile. “i’m sorry” you say, flipping off the web and onto the ground, on one knee while one arm is facing outwards to keep you from falling over, and flipping your hair out of your face before starting to get up.
steven and marc are just giving you weird looks as you get up, yanking the web off the ceiling and catching the plates that you stuck to the wall.
you hand them to steven and walk off to sit back up on the counter.
“see marc, i wasn’t dropped as a child” you finally allow yourself to laugh.
marc gives you a look from the mirror, and shakes his head. “hey, why do you do that thing?” he asks and you make a confused face.
“what thing?” you ask, leaning back and leaning on your hands which are planted on the counter.
“that thing you do after you jump off of something” marc elaborates and steven nods, understanding what he means.
“the.. like the thing you do when you whip your hair when you land- steven do the thing” marc says trying to not sound insane.
steven looks at him and then you who’s still confused. “you really don’t know what we’re talking about?” he asks and you shake your head.
“it’s the thing that marc said, you know?” steven gets down on one knee like you were, with one arm out while flipping his hair around.
“you know, the thing with the arm and the hair” he stops and gets up. 
“it’s a total fighting pose, you’re a total poser” steven tells you with a smile on his face while marc chuckles in the background.
“i’m not a poser” you say offendedly.
“yes you are, what do you call the whole hair-flipping thing?” marc teases and you glare at him.
“i mean, you do it as if everyone’s looking at you” he continues and you scoff and roll your eyes.
“don’t come at me, you guys do the same thing” you complain, earning a chuckle from both of the two guys.
you then notice how jake still isn’t there and you sigh.
“have you heard from him?” you ask quietly while steven goes back to the dishes.
“no” marc shakes his head. “he’ll come around” he tries to assure you and you nod.
steven finishes with the dishes, turning his attention back to the food that was still cooking on the stove.
“i made your favorite again, i hope you don’t mind” steven cuts in, making the atmosphere calm again.
“oh uhm.. casper invited me over again for lunch” you start, getting a look from marc. “can i go?” you ask.
both of them take a breath in unison. “if we walk you there and back” marc says and you nod. 
“what about the bruises? wont he get.. you know? worried?” steven asks and you nod.
“i’ll just make an excuse” 
“what about your arm?”
“…” you take a breath. “i’ll wear long sleeves.”
the two nod. “alright, but you can’t stay there for too long, alright?” steven says worriedly and you nod.
you really hoped it would be a good day, i mean it can’t be worse than what happened a few days ago.
can it?
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“do you have everything you need?” marc asks, getting ready to leave.
you slip your shoes on and give him a thumbs up. “yeah, it’s just lunch, marc” you reply and he sighs.
“i know, but you’re going to be gone for a couple hours.” he exaggerates.
you snicker and pass him to open the door. “i think you guys need to chill”
marc comes out after you, locking the door. “okay, yes. i know we’ve been a bit.. uhh” he tries to find the right word.
you step onto the elevator. “clingy?” you ask and he nods.
“sadly. yes” he confirms and you elbow him in the ribs.
“whatever will you do without me?” you ask sarcastically, marc pressing the ground floors button.
“i actually have no idea” he says seriously and you raise an eyebrow as the elevator dings and the door opens.
“well what would you do before you met me?” you ask, both of you walking out of the building and to the sidewalk.
“..just moon knight stuff” marc answers. 
“well i used to work at the museum but someone got me fired” you hear steven complain, and marc scoff.
“what about layla? you can spend time with her, she is your girlfriend” you suggest and marc makes a face.
“i don’t think she’d be too happy if she found out about.. the thing” he says, referring to when you were taken by harrows men.
“wait- you haven’t told her?” you start, both of you turning a corner.
marc shakes his head. “well don’t you think she deserves to know?” you interrogate as you see casper’s place coming up.
marc sighs and nods. “i just don’t know how to tell her in a way that she won’t get mad at me” he confesses and you look at him weirdly.
“she would know that i couldn’t  be there in time- but i just get the feeling she’d be mad for me not telling her” he explains and you nod.
“well if you don’t tell her, i will” you say, stopping in front of the wooden door leading to casper’s home.
“fine, i’ll tell her” marc mumbles and you smile.
“i’ll text you when i’m on my way” he changes the subject and you nod.
you knock on the door and hear footsteps approaching it quickly, and then you see it open a little, and you get confused and look down.
“hello, allison” you smile at the girl, and she smiles back.
she looks between you and marc. “i think i can take it from here” you tell marc and he nods, waving a little to allison and turning away.
“if you need me don’t hesitate to call” he tells you.
“don’t worry, i will” you say back, and he turns around to give you one last look before turning away.
“is your brother there?” you ask the little girl and she nods.
“he’s hiding” she says and you give her a confused look while she opens the door wider for you.
you slowly step in and look around for anybody but see no one.
“and where exactly would he be hiding?” you ask allison and she giggles, pointing to the wall between the foyer and the kitchen.
you nod at her and slip your shoes off by the door, hugging your thin jacket to your chest after you take it off.
“why’s he hiding” you ask again, and allison smiles mischievously.
“he said that he needs to make his hair pretty because he wants to impress you” she admits and you let out a quiet chuckle.
“did he now?” you keep the information for yourself and peer around the corner, seeing casper looking at himself in one of the reflective windows.
“come on.. stupid-“ he then sees you looking at him from the reflection.
“ohmygod” he turns around. “you’re here” you nod.
“nice observation” you say and he scoffs.
“i told allison not to get the door” he mutters.
you tilt your head. “aw but then i wouldn’t know that you wanted to impress me” you say sarcastically, and you see the soul leave casper’s body.
“she told you that?” he asks quietly and you nod.
“well like i’ve said- she- she’s only a kid she loves making things up” he shrugs and walks closer to you so that he could speak to you easier.
“sure” you smile at him.
you look up to his hair and see that it looks almost the same as it always does.
“well, you succeeded in making your hair pretty” you say teasingly and casper covers his face with his hands.
“oh! hello, y/n” you hear a new voice, which happened to be grace walking into the room.
“hi grace. how’ve you been?” you ask politely while casper stand beside you embarrassed.
“oh, i’ve been great.” she starts. “what about you?” she asks back and you smile.
“i’ve been good” you say it more to yourself than her, and when she gets a better look at you her smile fades a little.
“oh dear, what happened to your face?” she asks, and casper looks at you closer as well, seeing the faded bruises.
casper couldn’t see them before, since it was the lighting that prevented it.
“yeah, i see it too” he says. “what happened?” the two look worriedly at you but you just send both of them a comforting smile.
“just another usual fight, it’s no big deal” you tell them and grace turns away frowning, preparing lunch for all of you.
casper just gives you a look, nodding to follow him as he walks down the hallway.
you sigh and follow him, ending up sitting in the same spots in his room.
this time you noticed all the paper airplanes you made handing from the ceiling in the corner by his bed.
“what really happened?” he asks you seriously and you sigh shaking your head. 
“i already told you i-“
“cut the bullshit, you’re lying” he hurts out at you, which is very uncharacteristic of him.
“you do this thing when you lie, you always sigh and then shake your head” he says and you groan.
“okay, so what if i’m lying?” you ask. “i turned out okay” you tell him and he’s the one to sigh this time, running a hand through his hair.
“i’m just worried about you” he admits and you soften your expression.
“apparently everyone is” you mutter.
“you know, it’s weird that you got this beat up with that spider vigilante running around” he says skeptically.
you scoff. “well maybe she’s not always around” you try to reason and casper gives you a smug look.
“how do you know that they’re a girl?” he asks with a smirk and you chuckle.
“on the news, we saw her smoking hot bod” you said equally as smug.
casper groans and runs his hand through his hair again. “okay, i’m going to be straight up- i maybe kinda thought you would know them- or- her?” he admits and you let out a silent sigh of relief.
“you know, since you know moon knight, i thought you’d know the spider person” he says disappointedly.
you look at him in pity and let out a breath. “sorry, i don’t know her.” you start. “and she needs a cool name, i do agree with that” you say referring to when casper originally said it.
“and like i’ve previously said before- arachnid is a badass vigilante name” he says, now ignoring the previous subject.
you chuckle and look at casper who’s already looking at you.
“what else did allison say?” he asks quietly, and you shrug.
“just that you were making your hair pretty” you laugh, and casper covers his face again.
“come on, don’t be embarrassed” you say and he turns to glare at you.
“then quit making fun of me” he complains and you keep laughing.
he eventually smiles and shakes his head at you, and then you both hear a familiar knock on the doorframe.
“mama said come get lunch” allison stats. “she said you could come back here if you want” she finishes and leaves.
you look to casper and he gets up, you doing the same and following him.
grace had made delicious looking sandwiches for you guys, saying how she made the bread herself.
you were shocked too, like oh my god, this woman-
she made bread. you don’t even know how bread is bread.
bread.
it was so good too, like you can’t get over it.
anyways, your time with casper went by quickly, you guys finished your lunch in his room and you both were seeing who could solve his rubix cubes first.
he had a couple, surprisingly. 
you two were so engaged in trying to beat each other, that you almost missed your phone ringing.
you stopped and put the rubix cube down of course, sliding your finger across the green button after seeing that it was one of the guys.
you pick up and casper looks to you, but you don’t notice that as you stare down at the desk your arm is propped on.
“y/n?” you hear marc’s voice.
“marc” you say back.
“i was just letting you know i was on my way” he tells you and you smile to yourself.
“i thought you said you’d text me” you reply.
“well i just wanted to hear your voice” he responds and you snort.
“clingy” you say, and you hear marc sigh.
“yeah, make fun all you want” he starts. “be there in five”
and then he hangs up.
he’s never good at goodbyes.
you look at casper and give him a smile.
“marc’s on his way here” you tell him and he makes a sad face.
“i’ll see you soon, don’t make that face” you tell him and he chuckles.
casper nods to his door. “you can take some bread with you” he whispers to you and an excited look takes over your face.
casper chuckles. “come on, he’ll probably be here soon” he says while getting up again, you following him.
casper wraps up some of the bread that grace made in some of that clear wrap stuff and hands it to you.
“enjoy it” you take it from him and you tuck it under your elbow. 
“i will” you assure him and you both stand by the door waiting for marc.
which wasn’t long, since you opened the door right before he could knock.
“how’d you..” casper starts but you shake your head. 
“just a feeling” you shrug, forgetting marc was there.
“well, i might stop by the cafe with allison some time this week” casper shrugs and you nod.
“that’d be nice” you say, and you hesitantly put a hand up to his cheek as he panics, marc watching with surprise at what you’re doing.
you lean in and press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, pulling back right after that.
you nod to him and step down from the foyer to the outside.
“i’ll see you” you wave and start walking while pulling marc along by the sleeve.
you hear the door close and take your hand off marc, putting it in your pocket while the other one is still holding your bread.
“what the hell was that?” marc says suddenly and you look at him.
“what was what?” you ask back.
“..are you kidding me?” he starts. “you actually just kissed him in front of me” he says, his voice a pitch higher.
your face flushes in embarrassment. “i didn’t kiss him on the mouth though so it’s fine” you mutter and marc scoffs.
“but you kissed him nonetheless” he points out and fakes a throwing up noise.
you elbow him in the ribs and roll your eyes. “what? it’s not like i haven’t heard you and layla ‘snogging’ before”
marc gives you a look. “you’ve… heard it?” 
“mhmm”
“well don’t let me catch you kissin’ anyone please” he cringes and you chuckle.
“and i mean anyone, man or woman” he clarifies and you smile at him.
“or woman?” you hear a voice from behind you so both of you turn around to see an older woman with short blonde hair, her looks being identical to the average ‘karen’.
“yeah, you got a problem?” marc asks defensively, and you hold his sleeve to keep him at your side.
“marc, let’s just go” you mutter but he shakes his head, turning back to the woman.
“yeah, just go back to wherever you came from” the lady says grumpily and marc starts walking towards her before you stick your hand to his sleeve, and your feet to the ground.
you shake your head at him and he sighs, turning back to you.
“fine, just don’t listen to her” he tells you and you nod.
“damn queers” the lady says, turning back around while you look down at the ground and try to speed walk away with marc.
you feel like you’re about to crack under pressure when a noise is heard from heard from behind you.
you both turn around and you see a familiar face.
“do you really have nothing better to do than bully a little girl?” the man says to her, and you smile slightly.
“i’m just-“
“no, you don’t have any excuses, now go apologize” he points to you.
you shake your head as the woman scoffs. “sorry” she says angrily and stomps off.
“thank you frank, but that was really not necessary” you say and marc furrows his eyebrows.
“you know this guy?” he asks you and you nod. “he came in the cafe once” you shrug.
“yeah, well it’s nice to see you again, little lady” he starts, giving a nod to both you and marc.
“but i gotta get going, stay outta trouble” he says, reciting what he said to you only a few weeks ago.
“i will, have a nice day” you respond and he starts walking in the other direction.
you and marc start your walk home again. “this day keeps getting weirder and weirder” he shakes his head.
“it does, doesn’t it?” you nod along.
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the two of you got home pretty quickly, without any more incidents.
you were glad there were no other problems, besides the one with the lady was already bad enough.
you didn’t show it, but what she said hurt you more than you wanted it to.
you and marc are now just sitting on the couch together and flipping through channels.
“has jake said anything yet?” you ask him impatiently.
you get no answer and look to him in confusion as he gets up and moves to the kitchen.
“..marc?” you ask cautiously.
he turns around and reaches to the hat rack, slipping the newsie hat onto his head and you smile in anticipation.
“sorry for the absence” jake turns around and you smile even wider.
without thinking, you shoot a web out to the ceiling and swing yourself over to him and go crashing into him with your arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
“where did you go? i missed you” you say as jake gathers himself and pulls you away enough to look at you properly. 
“..what the hell was that?” he asks and you sheepishly smile at him.
“it’s a spidey thing” you say simply and jake chuckles softly.
“i missed you too, mi vida” he says to you and you lean back in to hug him again.
he had his arms around your frame, carrying you back to the couch.
“i also have questions about the fighting pose” he smiles into your hair.
you pull back to glare at him.
“don’t even start with that” you threaten.
he puts his hands up in surrender.
“fine, fine”
~~~
the rest of the night was just you and jake catching up.
he knew exactly what had happened and all that, he just liked hearing you talk.
i mean, what father doesn’t like hearing their daughters talk about their day?
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A/N : ending was rushed but i hope you guys like it, and for everyone asking i am in est, and i post at about 10-11 pm every other day.
see you guys with chapter 25 on sunday!! <3
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graph-aa · a month ago
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flickkr · a month ago
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chiiinken · a month ago
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I had tears for breakfast hbu?
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gucciboots · 2 months ago
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Episode 4 spoilers warning!!! Play at your own risk
Back at it again! I wanna just …. Talk. About this scene.
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LIKE???? HELLO??? They’re both being played by the same actor and Oscar does such a fucking good job portraying Steven and Marc because you can tell who’s who by just LOOKING AT THEM??
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And here??? The stark difference between Steven’s open, flailing hands and Marc’s balled up fist and somewhat defensive stance??? How Steven backs away and Marc stays in place while looking at Taweret?
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And the little details like Steven grabbing the towels and messing them up because he doesn’t know how else to react and what to do?? 😭
THE DIFFERENCE IN THE PITCHES OF THEIR SCREAMS????
IM LOSING IT. OSCAR ISAAC NEVER FAILS TO AMAZE ME 🤍 bloody fucking genius with a shit load of talent!! Oscar Isaac supremacy.
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refiwrites · a month ago
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WAIT HOLD ON
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THERE'S TWO NEW FISHES WITH TWO FINS AS WELL
SO, LIKE,, DID JAKE BOUGHT BOTH MARC AND STEVEN A FISH? 😭
and oh my god I wonder if Jake took control one time then just found the fish floating, not making any movement and jake just
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BUT THEN IMAGINE JAKE GOING TO THE PET SHOP DEMANDING TWO FISHES WITH TWO FINS HELP—
Jake: Look, lady. D'you have those goldfish with two fins? A pair of them? I need em quick.
The woman in the pet shop confused as fuck cause hadn't he just been here two times a week ago????: No? Sir, you've been here before demanding I give you a fish with one fin, now you want two with two fins?
Jake: Oh, well, yeah I want two. Just a little peace offering s'all.
CURRENTLY DYING RN
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thedeadtravelfast · a month ago
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the diabolic duo
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jakelcckley · a day ago
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OSCAR HATED MOON KNIGHT AS MUCH AS WE HATED MARC, STEVEN, AND JAKE 😤 /jk
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