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I just love the idea of 2/3 of the boys loving you and the third slowly falling inlove with you too. That's my cup of tea right there. I enjoyed this fic so much.

Open My Eyes - Moon Knight 🌙✨

Pairings: Moon Boy System x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut(tish), Action

Summary: Jake and Steven were more than happy when you agreed to be in a relationship with them, but Marc barely fronts when you're near. Will he warm up to you over time?

Warnings: smutty themes, reader first is sceptical about the boi's DID, swearing, fire, and my questionable ability to write. Also it's looooooong. And it's also probably full of errors.

A/N: So this was supposed to be about the trope "Jake and Steven love you, but Marc hates you" but for the life of me I couldn't write Marc as an asshole, so he's just a pining little meow meow 🥺 This also became a fic about how you became each bois' girlfriend, which was totally not in my intention to explain but oh well.

Forever tags: @jake-g-lockley @hot-mess-express1 @this-is-me19

Marc and Layla's relationship was doomed from the start. Marc's life was surronded by tragedy from a very young age and it was because of a tragedy why him and Layla met in the first place. Even if she was able to make him forget the bad times, it was only momentary, the darkness of the past and the devastating chain of events that led him to her always hung above their heads like a dark cloud, ready to pour heavy rain on them in any moment.

Everytime Marc felt just a spark of joy in her presence, the memories of her father's demise terorrized him, making him wonder if he indeed married her out of true love or in hopes to redeem himself.

He cared about her, deeply. He cared about her enough to make the right choice and leave her, for her own safety, even if it meant breaking her heart. It hurt him. It hurt him bad, but he knew he made the right decision. Maybe this was his fate. Living alone - well, if you don't count the alters in his head - and watching over others, protecting them. Serving the greater good selflessly, putting other people's needs before his own.

Too bad Jake and Steven didn't see it the same way.

It didn't happen fast. It wasn't like in movies where the main hero looked at the heroine and fell in love at first sight.

You called for a cab and Jake happened to be the one to pick you up on a rainy day. It wasn't anything extraordinary. Small talk during the ride and you exited with a grateful smile, leaving a nice tip.

Problems started when you got into his taxi more and more times. Leaving for work when you were late for the bus, leaving from work when the weather was cruel. Catching a taxi to meet a friend at a restaurant for lunch. Waving at one after you decided it was time to leave the party your co-workers invited you to.

More often than not it was Jake who picked you up and soon he gave you his number to call him directly when you needed a ride. You were kind-hearted and easy to talk to, and he liked having regulars. It made his job feel less like a job, it was like driving friends around the town.

Jake was parking near the train station when he felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket and smiled when he saw the notification of a text message with your name.

'Please save me 🙏'

He chuckled and immediately answered to your plea, asking what was the problem. It was an early Wednesday afternoon so the chances that he had to pick you up from a failed date were low.

'Mom and her sister are getting on my nerves. They want to meet my boyfriend.'

Jake didn't count himself as the dramatic type, but he swore his heart stopped beating for a solid five seconds when he read your text.

You... had a boyfriend? But the dates you went to...?

'Mom is always on my ass cause my younger sister is already married and has a kid. So I lied to her a few months ago that I'm seeing someone. And now she wants to meet him!'

The relieved sigh Jake let out amused Steven, but it worried Marc. This was not good.

'Seems to me you should've called an escort service and not your fave cabbie 😌' - Jake wrote his reply.

There was a pause before you sent a text again.

'That's right, you're my favourite cabbie 🥺💖'

The giddy expression on Jake's face soon turned into suspicion when you didn't send anything else. His eyes narrowed as his mind worked. Then his eyes snapped open. He's gonna kick your ass for almost making him suffer through two heart attacks in five minutes.

'No.' - he replied simply.

'Just a quick dinner with my mom and aunt!'

'No.'

'Pretty please? 🥺💖 Do you wanna lose your favourite customer? 🤧'

'Is that a threat?'

'Yes. Is it working?'

'No.'

There was another pause before you replied.

'Okay. Always knew you were a pussy. I just ask someone else.'

Jake's jaw dropped, while Steven snickered at him from the rearview mirror. Marc decided to not show himself. It's not like he didn't like you, but he didn't want this to turn into something more than a friendship.

Jake pressed the call button next to your name. That was one thing that you called him a pussy, but the uneasy feeling that filled his chest when he pictured you with some other man acting all lovey-dovey was slowly eating him up from the inside.

So that's how the boys found themselves waiting outside your flat to pick you up in their black 1967 Ford Mustang.

When the door to your building opened, Jake's breath caught in his throat, which happened more and more often in the past few weeks, much to Marc's dismay. You were wearing a cute burgundy red skirt that reached your mid thighs, a light cream coloured knitted button up cardigan, black stockings with small polka dots and black boots.

'Earth to Jake! Open the door for her!' - Steven urged him and Jake quickly got out of the car and walked to the other side just when you reached it.

He didn't miss the way your eyes took in his appearence. He was wearing black pants, a dark blue button up shirt and a black blazer.

"Te ves hermosa como siempre, mi vida." - Jake said with a smile. - "Beautiful as always." - he translated minus the nickname, and gently took your hand while he opened the car door with his other.

"Always the gentleman." - you beamed up at him. - "You look good too. My mom and auntie will approve." - you winked at him as you sat inside and Jake's smile grew to twice its size as he closed the door and walked to the other side.

He didn't know why that made him so happy. It was just a one time thing. You were just pretending to be dating for tonight. It hadn't even begun yet, but Jake already wished the night never ended.

"Hmm, do I tip you this well?" - you asked as you caressed the inside of the car's door and Jake laughed at the hidden compliment.

"Well, I am your favourite cabbie, aren't I?" - he asked back as he started driving.

"Debatable. Ask me after the night ends." - you said and when Jake looked at you with his ever present smile since he saw you, he felt himself suck his lower lip between his teeth when he saw the expression on your face.

You two liked bickering and to tease each other, sprinkled with some easy flirting for fun. But the suggestive smile you presented him in that moment made his whole body buzz with excitement. So much that even Steven and Marc could feel it.

'Are we completely sure this is 'fake' dating? Cause damn, mate.' - Steven fanned himself.

When Jake felt his cheeks grow hot he looked back to watch the road with a little shake of his head, smirk never fading, especially when he heard your chuckle.

"So, is there anything I should know about you mom and auntie?"

"Ugh, you're gonna love them. And it's not even sarcasm. They like to roast me just like you."

"Mi amor, I would never...!"

"Everytime you saw my dates you questioned my taste in men, Jake." - you said with humor in your voice.

Jake snorted.

"That's because all of them looked complete fucking morons." - he said under his breath.

"See?! You're doing it again!"

"No! I mean...! Escucha..." - Jake tried to calm down when he realized he got caught. - "That's because it's so damn obvious you're way out of their league. You could do better."

You snorted and Jake's brows furrowed. He knew you didn't think highly of yourself. You didn't believe you could find a better job, you didn't believe you were beautiful, you didn't believe you were funny, or entertaining. In his opinion you were a gem among women, and he thought everybody who didn't see that was an idiot.

"Like who?" - you asked with a raised eyebrow.

'Like us, duh!' - Steven answered in the mirror and Jake shoot him a glare.

"I don't know. Just not... them."

You sighed frustrated, and Jake dropped the subject.

"So... anything else besides that all three of us find great pleasure in making you suffer?" - he looked at you and smiled again when he saw the corner of your lip curved upwards.

"Well... Mom likes those sappy soap operas that you watch too..."

"Dios mio... Am I your mom?" - Jake cut you off and you laughed.

"I bet you are in another univerese. My auntie is a big history nerd, but she's fun too."

'Oh my god.' - Steven said from the mirror. - 'Am I her auntie?'

"She couldn't really seem to find one intelligent boyfriend in my dating history. It's a little bit harder to impress her."

"Oh really?" - Jake asked in a low voice as he eyed Steven with mischief behind his eyes.

"Yeah. That's mom's house!" - you pointed at one at the end of the street.

'I don't like that look, mate.' - Steven said with narrowed eyes.

"Just a moment, carino." - Jake said as you both climbed out of the car and he went to the trunk and opened it. - "Vamos, it's Steven o'clock!"

'What? No!'

"She asked us to pretend to be her boyfriend, we gotta impress them!"

'You can impress her mom with your knowledge of sappy TV shows!'

"Steven it's much easier if I help you out with soap opera characters, than you trying to explain the family tree of some horny incestuous pharaoh to me!" - Jake whispered harshly.

'Bloody hell!'

You jumped a little when the trunk door shut loudly and Jake looked at you with a nervous smile, lifting up two beautiful boquets of flowers.

"Oh, 50 points to Gryffindor!" - you finger gunned him as you walked to the door.

"Gotta impress, the future in-laws, yeah?"

You frowned, but couldn't stop the laugh that escaped you.

"What's with the accent?"

"Women love Brittish lads, don't you, darling?" - he asked with a wink, and to your surprise you felt your cheeks heat up and you had to look away when he smirked.

-----

"But seriously, that was amazing! Or should I say: 'That was bloody brilliant, mate!'" - you faked a Brittish accent, making Jake laugh. - "How did you do it?" - you asked as he walked you to your door.

"Maybe I like watching Downton Abbey too." - Jake said as he leaned against the wall with his shoulder as he watched you fish out the keys from your bag.

You giggled louder and looked up at him.

"My mom and auntie love you. My phone is blowing up with their messages ever since we left!" - you said as you pulled it out of your pocket to show him the notifications.

"Really? What are they saying?" - he asked as he tried to see, but you put it back.

"It doesn't really matter."

"Why?"

"Well, before I asked you to do this, I already knew it is just gonna be a one-time thing. In the next couple of weeks we're gonna break up or you get hit by a bus. I haven't really decided yet."

Jake tried to hide his disappointment and focused on the coversation.

"Get hit by a bus? Do I really deserve that after what I just did for you?" - he lifted an eyebrow.

His heart started to beat faster when he saw your sparkling eyes examine his face, taking quite a long time staying on his lips.

'We should go home, Jake. You have an early shift tomorrow.'

'Shut up, Marc.' - Steven warned, as he eagerly waited to see where this was going.

Jake and him knew Marc was awfully careful to not get close to anyone, ever since the divorce with Layla. They respected it, keeping women at arms lenght themselves, wanting to give Marc time to cope. But the divorce happened last year. He can't really ask them to stay alone forever, right?

"Maybe you can convince me otherwise." - you said as you licked your lips.

Jake slowly moved closer to you, trapping your body between his and your door. The tension in the air grew thicker with each passing second, and Jake moved his hand to caress the outer side your thigh through your stockings, fingertips teasing you ever so gently, while he bent his head to the side.

"And how do I do that, princesa?"

He felt your breathing quicken, just like his. The autumn air was chilly, but both of your bodies were burning like it was the middle of summer. The heat was starting to get unbearable and Jake wanted nothing more in that moment than to rip away all of your clothes and relieve the tension between his legs, which was throbbing harder and harder for you.

"It's not midnight yet. Technically you're still my boyfriend." - you panted as you slightly lifted your face towards his, while you put your hands on his chest.

"Does that mean I can do this?" - he asked and leaned down.

You thought that he was going to kiss you, but he pushed his forehead against yours, as his hand travelled from the outside of your thigh to between your legs. His fingertips caressed their way up on the inside of your thigh painfully slowly, until he met your panties through the stockings and he suddenly rubbed it harshly.

The action made you jump and you gasped, your hot breath hitting Jake's face as he put his other hand around your throat, being careful to not apply any pressure.

"Does it?" - he asked in a harsh whisper and you whimpered out a weak yes before you pulled his head down roughly and kissed him desperately.

He swallowed your moans hungrily as he rubbed your pussy harder and faster. One of your hands grabbed his wrist, trying to pull it away in a weak attempt.

"Jake, we're still outside."

"Open the door then, before I fuck you through it."

Your legs literally trembled at his words, while your pussy clenched hard around nothing. A new wave of arousal washed through you and you grabbed his shoulders hard, jumping up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Kinda wanna see you try." - you whispered before you kissed him again.

He growled as his fingers dig into your thighs deeply. Damn, if you keep talking back like that he's gonna cum before the fun even started.

"Gimme those." - he yanked the keys out of your hand.

He was holding you up with one hand, while his hips were grinding into yours, pushing you into your door.

His belt buckle was rubbing you just the right way and you squeezed Jake's body more with your arms and legs, trying to muffle your moans as you sucked on the skin of his neck.

"Which one, doll?" - he panted, as he felt you curl around him more and more.

While Jake fumbled with the keys, you started to grind harder against him.

"Fuck, baby, you're gonna cum?" - he asked as you threw your head back, not giving a shit about how loudly it banged in the quiet night.

Jake started to roll his hips into you harder as he watched your face, eyes closed in pleasure, mouth hanging open as your moans started to get louder. He quickly put his hand over your mouth.

"Oh, you're gonna cum. Sí, just a little more. Sí, cum for papí." - a huge smile appeared on his face when your whole body trembled in his arms and you moaned into his hand, riding out your orgasm as he helped you move.

He chuckled when you collapsed in his arms and after the third try he found the right key.

"I got you, muneca." - he said as he carried you inside and kicked the door shut, turning the lock once. - "Bedroom?"

You weakly lifted your arm and pointed to a direction.

He gently laid you down on your bed and pulled down your boots.

"Can I undress you?"

You bit your lip as you smiled. A few minutes ago he told you that he's gonna fuck you through your door, then he actually made you cum right outside, and now he's asking if he can undress you.

"Is it midnight yet?"

Jake smiled as he looked at the clock and he kicked down his shoes and pulled off his blazer. He answered your question with a shake of his head and climbed on top of you.

"Maybe you're not gonna get hit buy a bus." - you whispered as he started leaving soft kisses around your neck.

He chuckled and looked up at you.

"Gracias, mi amor." - he nuzzled your nose. - "Only one question remained." - he said as he gently grabbed your wrist and held them above your head. - "Are we gonna break up?"

"I don't know yet. Will you fuck me to find out?"

"With pleasure." - Jake leaned down to kiss you, then he heard Steven's annoyed voice in his head.

'Just for the record, I should be the one shagging her right now.'

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Jake was a nervous wreck. You were only dating him for three weeks, but he wanted to tell you about his condition. He didnt want to wait longer, until things turn more serious and it turns out that you don't want to be with a mentally ill person, which honestly had a very high possibility. He wouldn't blame you though. Neither would Steven or Marc.

Marc was even convinced that you're gonna run for the hills when you hear the news. He warned the boys ever since the first night you've spent with Jake that it wasn't a good idea, that they're just exposing themselves for a heartbreak. Marc was co-fronting a lot of times while Jake drove you around in his taxi, and he honestly thought you were a breath of fresh air, but he didn't know why your friendship wasn't enough for Jake and Steven.

Steven. He was so excited when Jake and you got together. He wanted you too. He wanted a girlfriend too who he can love and who loved him back. This was like with Layla all over again. A woman he never met before gave him divorce papers and he refused to sign them just because he could finally have someone he could call his. Steven was in love with the concept of being in love and he wanted it so much he was ready to get hurt again and again until he finds the right one.

And he thought the boys found the right one in you. Marc sometimes wished he could be that optimistic as him, but he felt more comfortable behind his walls he built around himself. Even this way he knew it still gonna hurt him when you send them away.

Jake knocked on your door and mirrored your annoyed expression when you opened it.

"Oh, it's you again." - you said disappointed.

"Unfortunately."

"Just wonderful."

"Peachy."

"Fucker."

"Puta."

You narrowed your eyes, then suddenly burst out laughing and hugged him tightly.

'You guys are so weird.' - Steven commented, but Jake could hear the longing in his voice.

"Missed me, mi vida?" - Jake wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, peppering your neck with kisses.

Maybe it was the last time he could do it. The tought made him hug you to him stronger.

"Not at all." - you purred and kissed him deeply as he walked inside and shut the door.

He smiled and carried you to the couch where he put you down and he sat down too, facing you.

"You wanted to talk?" - you asked as you let him take both of your hands in his.

"Sí." - he replied, watching how small your hands looked in his as he played with your fingers.

Your smile slowly disappeared as you watched him. He had a far away look on his face. He looked sad.

"You're breaking up with me." - you said and cursed yourself inside your head when you felt tears well up in your eyes.

His head snapped up to look at you.

"Que?! No, no, no, no, no! Princesa, I'm not breaking up with you! Why would you think that, mi amor?!" - he asked and he cupped your face with one hand when he saw your tears.

"Because you said on the phone that you wanted to speak and you sat me down on the couch and avoid looking at me! You know... like someone who is about to tell you they wanna break up!"

"Silly girl." - he leaned in and kissed your lips softly. - "You're absolutely perfect. I'm the luckiest man in town to have you."

You wiped a tear away, when you felt yourself calm down a little.

"Only in town?"

Jake chuckled and kissed you again.

"In the whole universe."

"Oh, you're too kind." - you twirled your hair acting shy, and Jake laughed again, harder.

You always made him laugh. He's gonna miss that.

'Stop that, mate. It's gonna be fine.' - Steven said reassuringly.

Jake caressed your shoulder, his touch lingering a few seconds more than usual.

"I think I'm just gonna say it." - Jake started as he stood up to put a little space between you two. The last thing he wanted is to make you feel uncomfortable. - "I have a mental illness." - he said and looked at you to see your reaction.

You looked surprised first, then worried. You waited for him to continue.

"It's called Dissociative Identity Disorder."

You licked your lips nervously before you spoke with a small shake of your head.

"I never heard of that. What's that?"

Jake took in a deep breath, then gulped. You were still listening. Good.

"It's a bit complicated. Basically... I have multiple identities."

The expression on your face was unreadable.

"Meaning...?"

"Well, in my case... there are three of us. In one body."

"Three of you..." - you repeated quietly as you looked down, trying to process the information.

"Sí. Remember last Friday when I was supposed to pick you up from work? And I texted that I can't, because I had to go take care of some official business. That wasn't me. Marc took the body, because he got a call from the bank and had to take care of it."

You looked at him confused. Jake heart sank when he recognized something else. Doubt.

"Took the body? What? Okay. You could've have just said you wanted to break up." - you huffed.

"Princesa. I'm telling the truth."

"Yeah right." - you stood up. - "You know, I was dumped before. They always told me the same 'it's not you, it's me' bullshit, but wow, you took it to the next level." - you said, cold. Defensive.

"Why are you still so convinced that you're not worthy of others' love?" - Jake asked, sounding desperate. - "This is the exact reason I'm telling you this now! I didn't want you to find it out later, before our feeli..." - Jake cut himself off and pushed a hand through his hair. - "I'm giving you an option now."

"Wow, thanks a lot! So you're twisting it to make it seem like it's my decision to end this!"

Jake felt like someone reached inside his chest, grabbed his heart and started mercilessly squeezing it. He was aware of the possibility that you won't wanna see him again after this, but it hurt much worse when you said it out loud. What made it more terrible that you believed that he was lying. That what he told you was just an excuse to push you away.

"You know... I thought I deserved more. Especially from you! We were... friends first, Jake! And then you got what you wanted, had some fun, then got bored with me and now you give me this over the top story to make me leave?!"

"I'm not lying to you! I'm ill! I have two other people living in my head, why the fuck would I make that up?! You already met one of them!" - Jake started to get defensive too. He couldn't believe you thought so low of him.

"Oh, yeah? When?" - you mocked, crossing your arms over your chest.

"The night we were at your mom's! The brittish guy?!"

He saw as your skeptical look changed as you eyed him. He could practically hear the gears turning in your head. Hope slowly started to spread through his chest. Then it all drifted away when you started laughing.

"Do you really think I buy that? God, just the... nerve of you!" - you said frustrated, then you took in a shaky breath. - "You know what? Get out. I give you what you want. You're free..." - you said as your voice quieted down and Jake saw as tears welled up in your eyes.

Jake could fucking murder someone. He balled his hands into fists at his sides to try to calm himself down. It's not just that you didn't believe him. It's also the reason why you didn't believe him. He didn't know what happened to you in the past that made you think so lowly of yourself that you thought you don't deserve honesty, that you don't deserve to be treated like an equal human being like the rest. It angered him the most. Something happened that fucked you up so much that you couldn't see love even when it was right in front of you. He offered his heart to you on a plate and you pushed it back, even when he tried to make it so obvious in the past three weeks how he felt for you.

'It's time to go, Jake.' - Marc said in his head.

He sounded... sympatethic. He knew what it felt like. He warned Jake about it. He warned Steven about it. Steven. Jake couldn't hear him now, but he knew he saw everything. He was equally scared and excited to tell you about their condition. He was scared you won't accept them, but Steven was so into you now that he was ready to risk it all. He told Jake about how much he wanted to front again in your presence, how much he wanted to hold your hand himself. To hug you. To kiss you.

And now all of his hopes were gone. All of their hopes were gone.

When Jake felt the tears coming, he turned around without a word and walked out.

When you heard the quiet click of the door closing, you let out a sob and fall back on the couch.

-----

Jake called in sick the same afternoon. He gave the body to Marc to do whatever the fuck he wanted. He didn't give a shit. All he cared about was to not feel as his heart was ripped out of his chest everytime his mind played that day on repeat in his head.

Five days have passed and Marc started to feel tired. He wasn't used to operating the body for this long, especially while doing 'night shifts' for Khonshu but for Jake and Steven he had to stay strong. It wasn't much of a help that they even refused to co-front, the silence in his head was something he was not used to. So most of the time the apartment was filled with music, and he made sure all of the boys' favourite songs were on the playlist.

He understood them though. He did the same after Layla and him split ways. He sometimes even disappeared when they were still together. He was glad Jake and Steven had the courage to reveal their condition to you, something Marc wasn't able to do to Layla. It was better this way. As Jake said it was better if they did it sooner. Marc understood it better than anyone else what it was like to be in a relationship that was based on lies.

Marc tapped his foot and bobbed his head to the music while he looked around the kitchen counters and fridge with a pencil and notepad in his hand. He was making a list on what he needed to buy when he's gonna go to the store later.

'Don't forget the beer. I know you drank mine.'

"Jesus fuck!" - Marc jumped when he heard Jake's voice in his head after almost a week of silence. - "You scared the shit outta me, bro." - he said as he scribbled down Jake's favourite beer brand.

'I can sense you are tired. Want me to take over?'

Ever the protector.

"It's alright, buddy. I'm just not used to it."

Marc turned around surprised when there was a knock on the door. It was so quiet, he almost didn't hear it.

'Expecting someone?'

"No."

This time Jake took control over the body without question, which Marc was grateful for. Even if it was just some random neighbour, he didn't feel like dealing with them. It's not like he was blasting the music like last time.

When Jake looked in the peephole, he had to put both hands against the door to steady himself. He pulled away and looked down, dozens of emotions rushing through him wave after wave.

'Open the door!'

This time it was him who jumped when he heard Steven's desperate voice.

Jake took in a few calming breaths, unlocked the door then he felt like the wind was knocked out of him when he opened it and he saw you. Were you always this breathtakingly beautiful?

It's not like you were wearing anything fancy. Light blue jeans, a black oversized sweater and white sneakers. No make-up, and now that he took a better look at you, he saw that your eyes were red. Were you crying?

His suspicion was confirmed when you waved awkwardly at him as greeting and you sniffled.

"Hi."

"Hi." - he breathed back, unable to do anything else.

Why were you here?

"I know I'm probably the last person on Earth you want to see now, but uh... I just wanted to apologize." - you said as your voice gave out, but you cleared your throat, gulped big and tried to find your next words. - "You told me something that was very private, and I know it's something that you wouldn't share with just anyone. You... uh... trusted me with this... very important thing, you shared it with me and there was no reason at all for me to react to it how I did. I was insensitive and just... such a fucking asshole? So uhm... I just wanted you to know that it wasn't in my intention to hurt you and I didn't want to make you feel bad or anything... Well, it's not entirely true, cause in that moment I wanted to fucking kick your ass, but that was just because I was confused and hurt and yeah... Stupid. Very, very stupid, which you should be used to by now, but I betrayed your trust and hurt you and I am truly very sorry for not letting you explain. Wow, I'm crying again." - you said as you buried your face in your hands and wiped your eyes and nose furiously before you looked back up at... wait which one of them were you talking to? - "Oh god! You're Jake, right? Or one of the other guys? Marc, was it? I don't remember Jake tellig me the other name, but holy fuck I'm so sorry?! God, you probably don't even know who I am! Jesus, I'm so sorry! I should've texted first or something! Or I shouldn't have come here at all... Wow, uhm. Sorry! I'm gonna just..." - you pointed towards the lift, as you took a step behind and that's what broke Jake out of his trance.

"Why are you here?"

You gulped as you looked into his eyes. God, you missed his voice. Missed his presence. Just the fact that you could see him made you feel so warm.

"To apologize."

"Why did you want to apologize?"

You frowned. Did they... switch or something? Are you talking to another alter? You just explained it to him.

"Because I acted like an ass and..." - you stopped and gulped when he walked closer.

"Why did you want to apologize?"

Your hands started to shake as you stared up into his chocolate brown eyes. So warm.

"Because I..." - you stopped and wiped another wave of tears away from your eyes.

"Sí, princesa?" - he stepped closer, cupping your face with one of his hands.

It was him.

"Jake." - you breathed as you slowly slipped your hand into his other one at his side.

A small smile appeared on his face, and when he blinked a teardrop rolled down on his cheek.

"I love you." - you confessed and Jake's smile widened.

"Apology accepted." - he leaned down and kissed you.

You let go of his hand and got on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissed him back. You smiled when he circled his arms around your waist and lifted you up.

You pulled away from the kiss, but pressed your forehead against his.

"I'm so sorry." - you told him again.

"Already told you, mi vida. It's okay. What matters is that you're here now." - he whispered as he closed his eyes and breathed in your scent. - "I missed you."

"I missed you too. So much."

"Then why did it took so damn long for you to come here?"

You chuckled and pecked his lips.

"We're gonna talk about it outside?"

"Oh." - Jake put you down and grabbed your hand, leading you inside the apartment.

He closed the door and walked to the couch with you. When he sat down and you wanted to sit next to him, he pulled you in his lap, making you sit on him sideways and he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple, then he let you push your face into his neck.

"Well, after you left I cried for hours." - you started and felt him hug you stronger. - "Then I started using my nut sized brain."

"Your brain is not nut sized." - Jake scolded you.

"It must be, otherwise I wouldn't have acted like how I did."

"Doll, stop it. We knew it was a possibility that you won't take our condition... well."

You lifted your head from his shoulder and smiled softly at him.

"What?" - he asked as he slowly started caressing your arm.

"You spoke in plural." - you said, smile widening.

Jake's eyes widened, embarrassed. Did it bother you?

"Sorry. It's just a thing each of us do sometimes."

"No, no, no. It's cute."

Jake looked down as he felt his cheeks heat up, then he lifted his eyes back to yours. He looked so soft.

You caressed his face and continued.

"So uhm. When I calmed down a little I started thinking about that night when we had dinner with my mom and auntie. Is Marc the Brittish guy?"

"No, mi vida. That's Steven. Marc's American."

"Steven." - you repeated the name, and unbeknownst to you Steven smiled, liking the way it sounded in your voice. - "So, when I was thinking about that night, I realized that it wasn't just the accent that changed. The way he talked, his body language, his facial expressions... Everything was so different from yours. At that time I just thought it was an act, but when you told me he was one of the other guys, it actually made sense. It just didn't really click at first. Then I used good old friend google and started reading about DID. I know, I know, not the best source of information when you wanna learn about illnesses and stuff, but I needed something to help me understand. Then uh... when I realized you may have told me the truth I was..."

"Sad? Devastated?" - Jake guessed when you trailed off.

"Butthurt." - you nodded to yourself in confirmation and Jake started laughing. His deep, genuine belly laugh. It made you smile.

"You know I'm a proud woman, Lockley, shut up." - you playfully smacked his shoulder.

"That you are, muneca." - he kissed your face. He missed it when you made him laugh. He missed rewarding you with a kiss for it.

"So I spent the next day licking my wounds. And the day after it. And the day after it."

Jake continued to chuckle. Both of you were hurting in the past few days, but it gave him relief that you were finally back in his arms. He felt so content in that moment with you.

"Meanwhile I was missing you. I wanted to apologize, wanted to call you or text you or something, but after how I acted I knew you wouldn't wanna do anything with me anymore."

"That's not true, baby. I wasn't angry. Well, not completely true... But I was... disappointed mostly. It hurt that you thought I was lying. It made me think that you didn't trust me in the first place."

"I know." - you hugged him and he caressed your back, while leaving small kisses in your hair. - "I'm fucked up. I just don't really believe that good things can happen to me. Then you came along and I finally started to think otherwise then... yeah." - you pulled away to look at him. - "I'm so sorry, baby."

Jake smiled and pushed his forehead to yours. He couldn't express it in words how much it meant to him that you came here and apologized to him. Especially this many times. But he just wanted to forget that fight ever happened and he wanted to focus on the good things from now on.

"Stop that, muneca. I forgave you already. You could push me in front of a bus and I would forgive you." - you started laughing at the refernece and Jake's heart soared. - "Te amo también."

You let out a sound between a sob and laugh and you kissed him again. Just when it started to turn more heated, Jake heard Steven clear his throat.

"Right." - he pulled away and pecked your cheek. - "Uhm, we don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything, you can totally say no. But uh... Steven wants to front. He had a great time during that dinner and he was wondering if you'd wanna meet him officially."

You smiled big and nodded excitedly.

"Yeah. I had a great time too. He's funny."

"Careful, doll. You're making me jealous." - Jake warned playfully.

"Yeah? What if I tell you for the performance he gave that night I think he should've been the one I reward." - you winked.

'Thank you!' - Steven said pointedly.

Jake smirked.

"Don't give him ideas, doll."

You kissed his lips quickly then climbed down from his lap and onto the couch, but you stayed close to him.

"Okay, ready." - you beamed up at him.

Jake winked at you and he looked away for a few seconds then his expression changed to a very excited one.

"Hello!" - he looked at you with a big smile and you giggled at the very visible contrast between the two men.

Steven's eyes radiated joy and his whole body language changed, even when he was just sitting.

"Hello, nice to meet you."

"Likewise, love."

"You left quite an impression on my mom and auntie, good job!"

"Did my best. I like them too." - he admitted.

"Good to hear. We can visit them more in the future, if you want to."

Steven's ears perked up.

"That would be lovely! Although, I must admit... I was wondering... if you'd want to of course... to... maybe... have dinner with me sometime? You know... just the two of us?"

You tilted your head in curiosity then your eyes widened when realization hit you.

"You're... You're asking me out on a date?"

Steven nodded as he bit his lip nervously. God, he was adorable.

"I... I don't know... I mean..."

"It's okay, love. Was just askin..." - Steven said as his shoulders shrank.

"No! I mean, I'd love to!" - you admitted and he beamed at you again. - "It's just... I'm kinda... dating Jake. Sorry, I don't know how this works." - you shook your head embarrassed.

Steven took your hands in his and squeezed them reassuringly.

"You can stay exclusive with Jake. But he's completely okay with... you know... if you like me too..."

"Oh. O-okay. Wow, okay, yeah. A date sounds good." - you smiled, feeling your cheeks grow hot. Steven chuckled and kissed the back of both of your hands.

"Wonderful, darling. I'll give you back to Jake. For now." - he added with a wink and he smirked when you gasped.

"Hombre's getting too good at this." - Jake shook his head annoyed, then he looked in your eyes. - Mi amor, there's another little thing you should know about."

You squeezed his hands reassuringly.

"Yeah?"

"We are Moon Knight."

-----

Okay, so you needed time to process that information too. Your first reaction again was to laugh in his face of course, which he was getting used to by now whenever you're put under stress. The doubt was quickly replaced by a painful grimace when Jake summoned his black and white suit to prove his words and you fell down from the couch on your ass.

So a few days later as promised Steven took you out to a nice restaurant and both him and Jake was shocked (in a good way) how much effort you put into impressing him. You were wearing an elegant long sleeved white dress that reached just below your knees, and it had a very nice v-neck cleveage. You were wearing silver high heels and silver accessories, and the deep red lipstick was just taunting Steven through the whole evening to kiss it.

So he did. When after the dinner he offered to walk you home and you said you'd rather go to his place as you stepped closer to him to play with the hem of his button up shirt. He just couldn't help himself. Without warning he just leaned down and kissed you, eagerly pushing his tongue in your mouth when you immediately opened your lips to him.

"You're always this impatient?" - Steven asked with a soft growl when you pushed yourself up against him in the elevator, kissing and licking his neck.

"Ask Jake." - you purred.

Steven moved his head sideways to look in the mirror and saw Jake nodding with a smirk.

"Maybe someone should teach you some manners, then." - Steven panted and grabbed your wrist, holding it behind you with an iron grip.

You gasped and threw your head back when he held your strongly against him as he slipped his thigh between your legs. This time it was him who kissed your neck, but while you mostly just teased him with soft licks and small pecks, his teeth sank into your skin, sucking hard, then he roughly lapped at the marked skin, driving you completely crazy.

Women loved Brittish lads indeed.

After you clumsily exited the elevator, Steven pushed you against the wall of the corridor and pulled up your dress on your thigh with one hand, while his other was holding your wrists above your head. He teasingly licked your lower lip and when you wanted to kiss him he pulled away with a little smile, then when you pouted he licked your lips again.

"Shh, darling." - he whispered and you felt him caress his way inside your panties.

You opened your legs more as your breath caught in your throat.

"That's it, love. Such a good girl." - he slowly gathered your wetness and kissed the sensitive spot on your neck as he slowly caressed your clit.

"Steven." - you breathed and rocked your hips into his hand keeping his tempo.

"I've waited so long for this. Wanted to do this for so long. You drove me crazy. Look at you. So fucking gorgeous. And all mine. Mine to worship. Mine to play with. Mine, mine, mine." - he said possessively as he kissed his way up your neck and jaw then hungrily kissed your lips.

He pushed two fingers inside you and started fucking you, while he put his thumb on your clit, making you whimper in his mouth.

You moved your hips more wildly, his words and kisses fueled your pleasure.

"Yeah, fuck my fingers, sweet girl. You love it, don't you? You love it, yeah?" - somehow he managed to have a cocky smirk on his lips while he was watching your every reaction with great adoration.

When you nodded, he started pumping his fingers into you harder and he chuckled when your knees almost gave up under you and he let go of your wrists to wrap his arm around your waist. Your hands immediately went into his hair and you pulled him in roughly for another kiss.

"Say it." - he demanded between kisses.

"I love it when you fuck me." - you panted and you let out a high pitched whimper when you felt your orgasm started to build.

"If you cum on my fingers now, I'm gonna fuck you with my cock until you soak the sheets, alright, baby?"

"Fuck, Steven!" - you gasped and shut your eyes tight, bracing yourself for your orgasm.

"That's it. You're squeezing my fingers so hard, love. Can't wait until I feel it with my cock. Fuck!"

Before you could cry out, he kissed you again to muffle your sounds, and he chuckled against your mouth as you fucked yourself on his fingers, your own squeezing his shoulder and pulling on his hair almost painfully. He loved every second of it.

"Good girl." - Steven pecked your cheek, and slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. He then picked you up bridal style and carried you inside the flat and into the bedroom while you started unbuttoning his shirt.

-----

Four months have passed and your relationship with Jake and Steven was close to perfect. There were some fights of course, about small things, but you always managed to talk it out and make up.

Sometimes Khonshu summoned them to patrol the city and fulfill their role as the protector of the travelers of the night, but since the world wasn't in immediate danger, they didn't have to leave for long missions. And since they were practically invincible in the suit, it made you feel more at ease. Jake even asked you to stab him with a knife so you'll see they're completely safe while doing their superhero stuff. You rewarded his idea by smacking him across the head.

The only thing that made you feel uneasy now was Marc. It's not like he was mean to you. Far from that. During the few times he did front in your presence he was always very respectful, but he kept you at arms lenght at all times. It was very rare when you saw him though. You were pretty sure Jake and Steven made him front to try and make him warm up to you. To at least be friendly.

The guys told you he really likes the lasagna you make and they came up with the idea that you should teach him how to make it. You tried not to look too eager, but you wanted to make sure Marc felt comfortable in your presence. He was an attentive man, he respected your personal space, he offered his help whenever he could. But he only asked about the recipe and the ingredients and when you tried to make small talk he kept his replies short and as impersonal as possible. You tried to act like it didn't bother you, but his tense shoulders and avoiding eyes told you he wasn't having the time of his life either.

It saddened you.

Jake and Steven told you why he was like that. They explained the divorce. They wanted Marc to talk to you about it, but when they saw how broken you looked after you spent time with Marc, they felt the need to explain it to you.

"And here I thought I'm gonna have a quiet life with my cabbie boyfriend." - you tried to ligthen the mood and Jake smiled.

"Sorry we're making you go through several existential crises every week." - he kissed your cheek as he pulled you closer.

"It's only fair since you have to put up with my dumbass all the time."

"Trust me, mi vida, none of us think this ass is dumb." - he kneaded your ass playfully.

"But... he doesn't hate me, does he?"

"Of coure not." - Jake kissed your forehead. - "He's just... cautious. You'll need to give him time."

"Okay." - you nodded and when he nuzzled your temple with a soft call of your name, you looked up at him.

"Thank you for being here for us."

You smiled at his honest expression and you kissed him softly. When you pulled away and he saw you open your mouth, he put his finger on your lips.

"Just take the fucking compliment, woman."

You burst out laughing. Him and Steven were still trying to build your confidence.

You bit his finger and he hissed when you kept it between your teeth and applied more pressure. Then he grunted when you wrapped your lips around it and licked at the spot where your teeth marked his skin.

"You little slut. Looks like we need to keep teaching you more about those manners you clearly don't fucking have."

"Oh no..." - you pouted as you slowly backed away, then when you saw a flash of white lit up his eyes for a second, you started running to the bedroom giggling, with Jake hot on your heels.

-----

Marc cleared his throat and gulped as his eyes slowly opened. It was still dark, but when he felt your body under his arm he knew you spent the night. Again.

He lifted his head and...

Yep.

Both of you were naked. Again.

The moon illuminated the dark room with a soft silver glow and he noticed that during your sleep you kicked off the blanket from you. Again.

Your body wasn't that warm like it is usually when you're enveloped in their embrace, so Marc took hold of the blanket and wrapped it around your form. He rubbed your arm softly a few times and he felt you sigh in content, scooting backwards towards him, seeking more warmth. He welcomed you in his arm, wrapping it around you, and he pushed his thumb between your soft breasts while he rested his palm just under your left boob. He closed his eyes focusing on your peaceful heartbeat. This was the only way he could fall back asleep lately.

It didn't matter how much he wanted to stay away, how much he tried to convince himself that he was better off alone, the past few months proved him wrong. He saw how much you lit up Jake and Steven's life. Without any shadows. Sure the start was rocky, but you proved how big of a heart you have, fitting three men in there comfortably. Marc didn't know if you could feel the same love for him as you did for Steven and Jake, but he knew he was there too, it was shown by your kindness towards him.

He also didn't know if he deserved it. Especially after doing things like holding your naked body against his, in secret, without you having any clue about what was happening.

But it felt too good havig you in his arms, without any dark cloud hanging above his head, without any tragic memory shielding the joy he was feeling in those stolen moments.

He wondered if you'd be happy if you'd woke up in his arms, if you'd smile at him with love and kiss him with the same passion you kissed Jake or Steven with.

He saw the longing in your eyes, but would he be able to be the man you deserved, or woud he fail again? He didn't know if he could live with the fact that he was the reason why you left the boys. They were happy now and he didn't dare to risk it for his own selfish needs.

So he used these little sacred moments like this one to pretend you were his too. He pulled your body closer to his and buried his face in your neck, a small smile pulling at his lips despite his previous thoughts, because now your body was warm just like his.

----

"She thinks you hate her." - Steven said.

'I don't hate her.'

"Jake and I know that. She doesn't. Maybe you should hug her when she's actually awake for a change."

Jake snorted and Marc looked annoyed. He wasn't even surprised they knew about his little secret.

'You three have a good relationship. You guys are happy. I don't wanna fuck that up.'

'And why would you fuck that up?' - Jake asked.

'Managed to fuck it up with Layla too.' - Marc shrugged.

'First of all that was entirely different. I'm not saying that you deserve the husband of the year award, but that marriage was bleeding from several wounds. Layla was great but there were too many fucked up factors in that relationship for it to work.' - Jake said.

"Yeah, like... there should be a rule that you shouldn't marry a woman after you saw her father get shot by your boss." - Steven added.

'Can we change the subject?'

'Sí, Steven, rude.'

"Sorry lads, just facts."

'He's right though. You're keeping your distance from our girl, when you literally have no reason to, but it should've been Layla you avoid. It was just doomed from the start. You had no chance doing anything about it even if you wanted to.'

"Y/N knows about our DID, knows about Khonshu. We're not keeping secrets from her. One of the reasons your marriage failed was because you weren't honest. We are honest with her. Was it hard? Yes. Did it worth it? Also yes. She loves us, Marc. All that matters for her is that we know we can trust her. And we do. Just as she can trust us. It's a two-way road." - Steven said.

Marc closed his eyes and after a few moments he nodded.

'I'll promise I'll try to do better. Just... let me do it in my own pace.'

'That's all we ask, hermano.'

-----

"You look really good."

You looked at the man in the reflection of the mirror and smiled. You were standing in front of the full lenght mirror of your apartment, wearing a long, elegant sleeveless black dress, a pearl necklace with pearl earrings, and red lipstick.

"Thank you, Marc." - you smiled as you smoothed down your dress one more time. - "I thought Jake's gonna drive me there." - you said and turned around, grabbing your purse from the bed.

Not like that you weren't happy Marc was here. You wished he fronted more to be with you.

"Thought you wouldn't mind if I take you." - he smiled as he walked to the door and held it open for you.

"Of course not. I just wish I wouldn't have to go at all." - you made a face and then fake-gagged, making him chuckle.

"Why don't you quit if you hate your job?" - he asked as he followed you down the stairs.

"I don't hate the job itself, I just hate my boss and coworkers."

"Yeah, sounds better."

You giggled and beamed up at him when he held the car door open for you too. He smiled back at you and helped you sit inside.

"I just hate that it's not enough that I have to look at their stupid faces all day five times a week, but they have to make these stupid parties like we couldn't wait to spend even more time with each other..." - you rolled your eyes.

Marc chuckled again as he shook his head and started driving. He always thought you were cute when you grumbled.

"What does your Moon Knight sense say? Isn't there a bad guy somewhere who wants to kidnap someone? All I'm saying is I volunteer as a tribute." - you said as you looked around.

It wasn't just Jake who loved your humor. When you were talking nonesense Marc always felt all the stress leave his body. It was cleansing. You made him forget his worries.

"No one will kidnap you." - he pointed out.

"Why? Am I not kidnap-worthy?"

Marc laughed again, then he looked at you and his eyes softened.

"I wouldn't let that happen."

You felt your heartbeat pick up. Did you enter another dimension or was Marc actually making conversation with you? He was even laughing. Okay, maybe your prayers have been heard and he's warming up to you.

You smiled brightly at him, then you looked out the window again, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"I know you wouldn't. You still suck at trying to make my lasagna alone."

'You haven't smiled this much since forever, mate.' - Steven pointed out from the rearview mirror.

When Marc looked there, he knew his headmate was right. The smile was not leaving his face.

"See? I need you." - Marc implied, but of course you didn't catch that one either.

All three boys were frustrated with how oblivious you could be sometimes.

"And I need you. You should come with me, so I won't suffer alone." - you pouted.

"You know we can't. Khonshu wants us to patrol the city."

"Yeah, yeah. A majestic god is more important than me, I know." - you fake huffed. - "Oh, my god! Can he kidnap me?!" - you asked excited.

'What is this little bug on about now?' - Khonshu's voice boomed through Marc's mind and he just shook his head.

"Jeez, you really hate those people don't you?"

"Even better, can he kidnap them? Or just my boss?"

"He won't kidnap anyone. He's the God of the Moon."

"And you're the protector of those who travel at night. I'm travelling to my fucking demise."

Marc laughed again.

"It's just gonna be a few hours. Steven and Jake will make it up to you."

"You're taking me there, you should be the one making it up to me."

When Marc turned to you, you had a mischievous look in your eyes. It made his mind flood with a thousand images, none of them innocent.

It was funny how you could completely miss a flirting attempt from him, but then say something like this only a minute later.

"Like how?" - he asked.

You grinned wider, but then you looked out the window again.

"Maybe Moon Knight could kidnap me."

Okay, fuck. Marc knew it wasn't healthy how that idea turned him on. You looking like that and him dressed in the ceremonial armour. Him swiping you off your feet and just take you wherever he wanted. To do whatever he wanted with you.

He shook his head a little then smirked.

"Can't. I have a reputation. I'm the good guy."

"That's too bad."

Oh, now you were just fucking asking for it, he knew it.

A few minutes later you arrived at the office and when you said your goodbyes, you hesitated for a second before getting out. Should you... hug him or kiss him on the cheek? Or would that be too much? Was he flirting back or was he just playing nice for the guys' sake?

When you realized you spent a little too much time thinking about it, you gave him a smile and a small wave and got out.

Marc sighed and watched with longing eyes as you walked inside the building, greeting a few of your co-workers who arrived at the same time.

'Why didn't you kiss her?' - Steven asked.

"I wanted her to do it."

'Have you seen her eyes, hermano? She wanted to. You know how insecure she can be sometimes, you gotta make the first move.'

Marc sighed again and drove back home to get ready for the night shift.

-----

Marc spent his time mostly staying on the rooftops, watching over the streets. He stopped two mugging attempts, but otherwise it was a quiet night. His thoughts wandered over to you, wishing the hours went by faster so he could see you again. He smiled when he realized you were probaly thinking the same, wanting to get out of that Thanksgiving party as soon as possible.

From the corner of his eye he saw Khonshu stand up suddenly on the other rooftop and he hurriedly ordered him to follow him.

Marc felt his stomach twist as he ran after Khonshu who floated above the buildings, and realized they were getting closer and closer to your workplace.

"What is it?" - he asked the god.

"I heard screams from this way."

Soon when they stopped near the building they saw that smoke was coming out of one of the windows, on the same level where the lights were turned on. Marc didn't hesitate and sprinted to the edge of the roof and jumped off, spreading his cape. Khonshu moved the night wind to help him fly to the building and just before Marc reached it, he pulled his legs up and kicked in the window before he flew in and landed inside.

The room he was in wasn't on fire yet, but smoke was coming in from the open door. When he heard screams from a few offices down, Steven yelled inside his head.

'Find her!'

Before Marc could move, he felt himself get paralyzed for a second, because someone took over the control forcefully.

The suit turned black and white and Jake sprinted out the door and started running to the end of the corridor where he could see as an orange glow was lighting up the other side of the door. He braced himself and burst through the door.

What he saw when he looked around could only be described with one word. Hell.

Everything was covered in smoke or fire. The tables, the chairs, the shelves, the curtains were burning in wild orange flames on the far side of the office and people were desperately trying to find a way out as they held a cloth in front of their faces, coughing wildly and blindly waving around in front of them to try and escape the giant office. The fire was quickly spreading and Jake ran furhter inside. His armor was shielding him from the smoke and flames, but even in his suit he could feel the heat more and more as he went further inside. He couldn't imagine what these people were feeling without anything protecting them.

He couldn't imagine what you were feeling without him protecting you.

Just when his mind was about to enter a dark place, a body slammed into his.

Jake held the man's shoulders and turned him towards the door he just came through.

"Go straight and you reach the exit!" - he instructed him and when he saw he was going the right way he turned back.

"Y/N?!" - he yelled loudly as he reached more and more people and helped them escape as he pushed burning objects out of their way. - "Y/N where are you?!"

The more he cried out for you, the more desperate he sounded.

It was hard seeing or hearing anything. The smoke and flames made it impossible to see further than a few feet, and the screaming of the people and the rumbling sound of the burning objects were blurring together.

"Jake?!"

He looked around frantically when he heard your voice.

"Y/N?!"

"We're at the window to your left!" - your speech was interrupted by several coughs and when Jake turned in that direction, he soon saw that you were trying to lift a huge drawer off someone.

"Are you okay?!" - he sprinted to you and examined your body for injuries.

Your dress was torn a few places and your arms, neck and face were covered with black patches here and there.

"Yeah! But this thing fell on Monica and I can't lift it!" - you said, coughing again.

Jake turned to her and reached down, easily removing the drawer and throwing it to the side.

"Are you hurt?" - Jake asked her as he knelt down.

"I think my left leg is broken!"

"I'm gonna carry you out, is that okay?"

She nodded and Jake tried to carefully lift her up. She cried out in pain, and he apologized in Spanish as he started walking out.

"Follow me!" - he ordered you and you grabbed his cape, letting him guide you out, but a few seconds later you heard another scream. You weren't sure where it came from but you were not going to let someone burn alive.

When Jake couldn't feel you pulling on his cape he turned around and panicked when he couldn't see you.

"Y/N?!" - he shouted loudly.

"I think I heard someone! Get Monica out!" - he heard your voice from somewhere.

"Y/N, you've got to come out, I'll come back for them!"

"Hurry!" - you yelled and when Monica whimpered in his arms, Jake cursed and quickly ran out with her.

He found some men helping the wounded and he put Monica in one of their arms.

"The firefighters are almost here!" - he informed Jake, who nodded and sprinted back inside.

He ran to where he heard your voice and called your name again.

"Here!"

He saw you further away, trying to navigate with holding one of your arms out, while you coughed into a white cloth.

He ran towards you, but before he could reach you an explosion shook the building and Jake flew several feet back.

He groaned and sat up, looking into the direction he last saw you, and to his horror he saw that the whole wall was missing and you weren't there.

"No..." - he whispered, but before he could do anything his eyes rolled back and the suit transformed into Steven's.

He ran to the side of the building and looked down, seeing you were holding onto a beam, about a floor below him, hanging above the street which was dozens of levels below you.

"Y/N, I'm coming!" - Steven yelled as he started climbing down at the side of the building.

"Steven, I'm slipping!" - you cried in panic.

The fear in your voice crushed their souls.

'Come on, Steven!' - Jake urged him, but he didn't risk taking over, they couldn't lose even a second.

'Almost there, buddy!' - Marc said.

"Hang on, love, I'm coming, I'm right here!" - he tried to reassure you.

"Please, Steven, I can feel my fingers slipping!" - you sobbed as you readjusted your hold, but you could feel them slipping again.

Steven reached the other end of the beam and he slowly stepped on it.

"I'm coming, baby, I'm coming!" - he yelled as he tried to take slow steps, fearing his weight would make the beam slip. - "See? I'm here." - he said calmer as he crouched down and reached out for you.

To the boys' utmost terror another explosion shook the building and just as Steven's fingers touched yours, you lost your grip and with a heart wrenching cry you started to fall.

"NO!" - Steven cried out as he tried to reach after you, but you were already too far.

Jake's desperate cry sounded in their head as he watched paralyzed by fear as your body was falling towards the ground with ruthless speed.

Suddenly the suit changed and Marc jumped down from the beam head first. He pushed his arms against his sides and straightened his body to create less air friction and felt that he was gaining speed, and saw that he was getting closer to you.

As your mind registered that you were going to die, you closed your eyes and prayed to not feel any pain when you hit the ground.

Just when you heard the sound of the street gaining volume, you felt two hands around you and they pulled you into a body, enveloping you in a cape, then you felt as you crashed into something. Hard.

Your ears were ringing and your vision was blurry as you slowly opened your eyes. The sound of sirens became more clear and as you gained focus, you lifted your head and looked down.

How the fuck did you survive?!

The first thing you saw was a metal crescent and hieroglyphs engraved into a chestplate.

Then it moved. Lifted up then sank back down.

"Baby?" - a shaky voice asked and you looked up, coming face to face with the glowing eyes of Moon Knight.

"Marc?" - you asked.

The hood and mask disappeared from his face and you saw tears in his eyes.

"Oh my god!" - he sobbed and sat up, then he kissed you.

Only then you realized you were still in his embrace, his arms never left your body.

He... he jumped after you. Marc jumped after you and when he caught you, he turned your bodies so he would be the one hitting the ground. Or the car - you corrected when you looked around while Marc's lips were on yours.

"You saved me..." - you breathed.

Marc pulled away and gently cupped your face, tears falling freely from his eyes.

"I did. You're safe now." - he said it like he couldn't believe it himself.

After the initial shock you let out a sound between a sob and a laugh and your threw your arms around his neck, kissing him.

Marc pulled you impossibly close as he kissed you back, happily opening his mouth when you licked his lips.

After he pulled away for air, you saw as his suit changed into the black and white one.

"Mi amor!" - Jake cried and hugged you forcefully as he buried his face into your neck.

"Jake!" - you squeezed him closer and kissed his hair. - "I'm okay now. I'm okay." - you reassured him.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I tried to go back to you, but the explosion...!" - he tried to explain as he pulled away.

"Shhh! It wasn't your fault! It was a terrible accident." - you caressed his face and kissed him softly, but Jake deepened it, needing to feel you.

"I love you so much, princesa, I love you!" - he whispered as you kissed away his tears.

"I love you too, baby. Is Steven okay?"

Jake pulled away and looked down.

"He... He doesn't wanna come out. He thinks it was his fault. He almost got you, but he says it's his fault, because he wasn't fast enough."

"No, no, no! Tell him it wasn't his fault! Steven, are you here?! Listen to me, it wasn't your fault, okay?" - you cupped Jake's face as you looked deep in his eyes. - "Please come out, baby, I love you so much!" - you pleaded as you started crying.

Jake hugged you and you buried your face in his shoulder. Soon you felt the suit change once again, and you quickly looked up when you recognized Steven's.

"I'm so sorry, love!" - he sobbed and you quickly kissed his temple and hugged him close.

"No, Steven! It was an accident! You hear? It was beyond your control! I love you so much!"

Steven hugged you back strongly and slowly calmed down as you held him and caressed his hair.

"We thought we're gonna lose you." - he whispered.

"You didn't. I'm here. I'm here forever." - you told him and kissed him. He never kissed you back with so much gentleness and care like in that moment.

"I love you, darling."

"I love you too."

You kept holding each other until two paramedics approached you. Steven quickly covered his face with the mask and after he helped you climb down from the crushed car he went back to the building to help the firefighters search the building. He returned a while later informing you that everybody managed to get out.

"Thanks to you." - you smiled at him from the back of an ambulance as you breathed in oxygen from a mask. - "They're gonna take me to the hospital. They wanna make sure the smoke didn't damage my lungs."

"Told you to come out with me, didn't I?" - Jake asked after he took over the body.

You nodded as you looked away from his glowing eyes.

Jake sighed and sat down next to you and caressed your thigh.

"You're very brave for trying to save those people, but you have to understand that you're not invincible like us. I told you I was gonna go back for them. Everybody got out, maybe no one even was in there anymore."

"Yeah." - you nodded again and Jake pushed his forehead against your temple.

"Our brave girl." - he nuzzled your ear and you finally smiled.

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The boys stayed with you in the hospital the whole night in their suit. They switched laying next to you, holding you while you slept. Thankfully the doctors didn't find anything wrong and they let you leave the next morning. Once outside the building the people gasped when Moon Knight suddenly picked you up and with a sudden strong wind he flew up towards the sky.

You buried your face in Marc's chest as he flew through the sky and about a minute later he landed on the roof of the building where your apartment was.

"Whew, warn a girl next time."

Marc chuckled and carried you inside and down the stairs to your door.

"Your kidnapper won't warn you either."

You grinned as you fished out your keys and opened the door. Marc put you down on the couch then his suit disappeared, leaving him in his regular clothes.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm starving!" - you whined as you kicked off your high heels.

"Why don't you take a shower and I order something."

"Sounds good." - you said as you streched then you got up and went to the bedroom for fresh clothes.

While Marc ordered he saw you walk out completely naked. His mouth hung open as you approached him with a small smile and you pushed your body against his as you circled your arms around his neck. Your grin widened when you heard the voice on the other side of the phone asked him something three times before he answered.

"Y-yeah, double cheese." - he cleared his throat and he lifted his free hand to your waist and started caressing your smooth skin while his eyes dropped down from your face to your breasts that were firmly pressed against his chest.

"With cash."

He bit his lip and his eyes rolled back in his head when you started kissing and licking his neck. His hand slid down to your ass and he squeezed it firmly, then slapped it, making you gasp.

This time he was the one who smirked and he was more than eager to quickly tell the address of your apartment and he ended the call and threw his phone onto the couch.

"Can't find the bathroom, sweetheart?" - Marc asked and he kneaded your ass with his other hand too.

"I just need your help to wash my back." - you purred as you got on your tiptoes to kiss him.

Marc growled in your mouth and quickly picked you up, carrying you inside the bathroom.

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Wow, this turned out lamer than I thought! Gonna share it anyway, cause I spent a lot of time writing it. I hope at least some of you will like it! 🤞

My heart hurts but i don't think i could ever forgive someone if they said that to me.

Dead to You

a/n: hello! this is for @beautifulbows924 Moon Knight writing special. 

prompt: “It’s okay.” + “I know you don’t love me like you do her.”

word count: 2k+

pairing (s): marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader

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Your love for him was like a tragedy waiting to happen. The trigger was there since the beginning, waiting for your finger or his to pull it and shoot you right in the heart. Your friends were wary of him, saying that he would be the one to break your heart into two, leaving you alone to mend the poor pieces. You did not listen to them, not when you found yourself falling for him harder every day. 

When you first met him, he was nothing more but a stranger who saved you from your creepy colleague. You had a bad day at work, and your day was only getting worse when one of your colleagues kept pestering you to go out on a date with him. Rejecting him for the hundredth times, it seemed to upset him so much that he followed you home. You did not even notice it, not until he had you pressed against the wall of your apartment building, fear started to suffocate your head. 

That was when Marc came and ripped the man off you, sending a few punches that left him begging and crying for forgiveness from you. He was not in his suit, back then you knew nothing of his job and yet when he looked you in the eyes, you knew your heart was his. 

It was too good to be true. 

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Is it just me or everyone imagine their fav characters that they are obsessing over in real life???

Like I'll be at work and then I imagine that bitch sitting next to me, talking to me and admiring me while I FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVENT KISSED A MALE SPECIES IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

I don't know if that's sign of a fucking mental problem or what but I swear if I'm even Slightly upset or tired of my life i WILL open tumblr and start imagining them or talking to them (aka my wall. It be sitting there like the fuck gurl im not your man)

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

Me when I see another fic series that I've been following for decades isn't posting anymore, and won't probably post ever again: (it got canceled)

My mom to her friends, my aunts, and literally everyone she knows: Yeah, my kid is so smart. She is on her phone a lot of the time, but it's not like you guys think, She is not like how kids nowadays are, She reads a lot of books on her phone!!

Me, a fanfic reader who can survive off nothing but just words and day dreams herself to sleep:

logan x reader core

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

Send in some requests! I feel like writing this week 😌

Please look at my request guidelines first to see my rules and who I write for!

oh my god i just had the most amazing thought for a steven grant one shot

so what if you’re a librarian that works at a library near the museum where steven works at and after a particularly hard shift he comes in all needy, so you fuck him in a private room and his whimpers and moans are loud so you’re like “shhh you gotta be quiet my love or im gonna stop” and he’s like “no no please don’t stop ill be quiet just please don’t stop”

IM LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS

guys i read a fanfic where reader is dating steven and marc is in love with her and they end up dating but she's like anemic or has an iron deficiency and almost passes out and he freaks out. please someone say they know what i'm talking about.

FOR SCIENCE | the project proposal

In which the Moon Knight alter system presents a unique opportunity to settle the nature versus nurture debate, once and for all...

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley x afab!psychologist!reader (3.2k+)

RATING: EXPLICIT (18+, mdni) WARNINGS: descriptions of mental illness, depictions of DID, fetishization of mental disorders (DID), potentially unethical scientific practices, no smut in this part NOTES: again, please don’t read this if you’re concerned at all with research ethics, as this is NOT a good demonstration of scientific procedures and studies. DISCLAIMER: although i’m incredibly knowledgeable about psychology, i am NOT a professional. all psychoanalyses made throughout the course of this storyline are entirely my own, based on my own interpretations of the characters. in a similar vein, i am also not an expert on DID specifically (although i am well-read on mental disorders and diagnoses), so i apologize for any incorrect terminology or misrepresentation. don’t hesitate to call me out if i say something wrong!

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Marc Spector’s psyche was a psychologist’s wet dream.

Three distinct personalities, completely separated from each other, all occupying the same host body. At one point, all mutually unaware of the others, but now living together in solidarity and (relative) cooperation.

Meeting Marc Spector was a happy accident—but meeting a man with a clearcut case of Dissociative Identity Disorder as a Professor of Psychology? Now that was just pure, dumb luck.

You had met Steven Grant first. You’d run into him at the British Museum during a university-sponsored visit. Your interaction had been brief, but it was memorable for you nonetheless—there was just something about those soft brown eyes and dopey, shy smile that melted your heart.

Imagine your surprise when you accidentally ran into that same man on the bus, only for him to introduce himself as Marc with a midwestern American accent and a cold, calculated gleam in his stare. He was forward and confident—very much unlike your previous encounter with him. When you called his bluff and swore you’d interacted with him under the guise of Steven, he pulled you aside and gently tried to justify the confusion.

“It’s—I have this...condition. It’s—have you ever heard of Dissociative Identity Disorder?”

You had tried hard to fight your smile.

“Yeah, I’m familiar with it.”

It was only revealed to him—after his winded and lengthy explanation—that you had a doctorate degree in clinical psychology and specialized in mental disorders.

Steven’s curiosity was piqued, and Marc silently hoped you’d be able to shed some insight into the functioning of his fragmented mind. You quickly established an easy friendship, somewhat reminiscent of a relationship between a client and therapist—although you knew and cared for each other on a much deeper and more intimate level.

Several months later, you were finally introduced to the most elusive alter within the system—Jake Lockley.

You began to spend the majority of your free time with the men—all three of them seemed to be relatively taken with you. Steven was sweet, Marc was shrewd, and Jake was steadfast. It was sometimes difficult to conceptualize that they all shared the same physical body with how differently they behaved.

It hadn’t started as a project—genuinely, truly, it hadn’t. It wasn’t your intention to be so captivated by those big brown puppy-dog eyes or the softness within his smile. And the feelings you had for him—for all of them—were real, and raw, and indisputable. You would never, ever, ever do anything to make them feel uncomfortable or jeopardize your relationships in any way.

Which is why this was such a bad fucking idea.

Your nails drummed against the side of your porcelain coffee mug as your nervously chewed on the cap of your red pen, making a futile attempt to focus on grading the research report in front of you, but your attention was clearly elsewhere. Your eyes kept darting to the clock on the wall across from you, watching the second hand tick away slowly. The coffee shop was playing gentle soothing acoustic songs, the smell of cinnamon lingering in the air, but even the coziness wasn’t enough to shake your nerves.

“Hey, there, Doc.”

Your head perked at the sound of a familiar voice, a warming hand clapping your shoulder as Marc Spector walked to the other side of the small table and sat down across from you. You groaned at his greeting, pulling your reading glasses from your nose and setting them on the table in front of you.

“Marc, I swear, if you call me that one more time, I’ll—”

He threw his hands up in mock surrender, although he was smirking slyly at you.

“Alright, alright, jeez—what’s got you wound up so tight, huh?”

He reached for the paper on top of the stack in front of you, reading off the title aloud.

“An In-depth Investigation Into the Underlying Psychological Causes of Erectile Dysfunction in Men Under 50.”

His face contorted in a look of disgust.

“Jesus—that’s gotta be the most boring fuckin’ thing I’ve ever heard.”

You watched as his eyes fluttered briefly, his posture sinking and his features softening. When his eyes regained focus, he shook his head, huffing.

“Bugger off, Marc—I think it sounds plenty interestin’.”

Steven smiled graciously, offering the packet back to you. You accepted it tiredly, throwing it atop the pile of what seemed like an endless supply of mediocre student submissions that had yet to be graded.

“Thanks, Steven, but Marc’s right—my brain’s fried. I swear, if I have to read another shitty case study about men whose dicks don’t work, I’ll gouge my eyes out.”

The man chuckled at your confession as you shoved the stack of papers into your briefcase clumsily, snapping it shut without a second thought and letting it fall back to the floor beside your table. You carefully picked up your mug and took a long, slow sip—your coffee was barely lukewarm, at this point, as you’d be sitting at the cafe for hours, working quietly as you patiently waited on your friend’s arrival.

Although Steven was blissfully oblivious, Marc was observant. His consciousness pushed to the front, studying you carefully—your white-knuckled grip against your cup, your shifty eyes that were looking everywhere but at him, the tension in your shoulders and nervous bouncing of your leg.

“Alright—what’s wrong?”

Your gaze snapped over to him where he was sat with arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed in suspicion. You tried to force a smile in an effort to cover up your uncertainty.

“Nothing’s wrong, Marc. Promise.”

You held his gaze intently, trying to convince him with your half-hearted response. His stare didn't waver, and after a few brief moments, you had to look down, overwhelmed with the intensity of his scrutiny.

“Alright, let’s try that again. Y/N—what’s wrong?”

You let a long, exasperated sigh, running a tired hand down your face. This had been weighing on you for a few days, at this point, and you still weren’t sure if you could handle the emotional labor this conversation would require.

“It’s true, nothing’s—nothing’s wrong, per se, I just—I just need to talk to you. I’ve—I have this idea—”

“Like—a work-related, science-y idea? You want Steven? Or—I can try my best to help, but sometimes you get excited and start talking really fast and I can’t keep up, but—”

“No, Marc, it’s not—I mean, it’s not really science-y, but like, also—it kinda is? I don’t know how to explain it, but I really need to—”

“I mean, whatever it is, you seem pretty worried about it, so obviously it’s important, and—and I just wanna make sure we’re giving you whatever response you need, or, at least—”

“Jesus, Marc, if you’d let me finish.”

You clipped, and his jaw snapped shut instantaneously, somewhat taken aback by your outburst. You were normally so controlled, practiced with your expressions, so seeing any sign of emotional imbalance was startling.

Guilt immediately flooded your stomach after you lashed out—you buried your head in your hands, taking a few slow, deliberate breaths in an attempt to quell your rapid heartbeat.

“Shit—sorry, I didn’t mean—this is just... I’m not sure how to go about this.”

You felt the featherlight brush of calloused fingertips against your forearm, coaxing your face away from your palms. When you finally lifted your head, Steven had returned, his eyes soft and reassuring. He pulled your hand into his, squeezing briefly before rubbing his thumb comfortingly across your knuckles.

“S’alright, love, truly. Take as much time as you need, and—and if there’s anythin’ you need from us, it’s yours. Just—whenever you’re ready.”

You tried to ignore the butterflies flitting in your stomach at Steven’s gentle promise. You inhaled once more, before finding his eyes.

“This—I need to talk to all three of you. Can you—are you in a place where you can all be co-conscious?”

Steven’s lips turned up at the corners at your thoughtfulness. He received verbal responses from both Marc and Jake—a confirmation that they were both actively listening.

“’Course. We’re all here. Is—do you have a preference, as to who you’d like to speak with?”

You returned his smile, offering a slight squeeze to his hand.

“I mean—since you’re already fronting, might as well stay, huh?”

Steven blushed, trying to fight the giddiness that came from your validation. He quickly steeled himself, reminding himself that you were struggling to open up to him.

“Alright. Whenever you’re ready, then, yeah?”

You cautiously pulled your hand away from his, mostly to keep yourself grounded and get out what you needed before you second-guessed yourself.

“So.”

You cautiously began.

“I had this—this idea. And it’s—it sounds crazy, and I get that, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, especially because—well, I just feel like this is something that could have damning effects on the entire field of psychology, with both practical and theoretical applications, but—that doesn’t mean—I don’t want you to feel obligated by any means to agree, or—or to feel pressured into anything, and I definitely don’t want you to think that—that I’m using you, because that couldn’t be farther from the truth, I swear, and—”

“Y/N.”

His tone was soft, a quiet interruption from your rambling, and your eyes widened in concern. However, he offered you a reassuring nod.

“Just tell us what it is, yeah? We’ll go from there.”

You nodded slowly, squeezing your eyes shut, before beginning again.

“There’s this huge debate in psychology. It’s pretty much the basis of a lot of our research—the whole nature versus nurture debate. Basically, it’s all about how much of our personalities can be attributed to genetics versus how much can be attributed to our life experiences.”

Steven was listening intently, leaning forward into your words.

“Well, it’s—it’s a concept that’s really difficult to research, because, well, we don’t really have a basis of comparison. The best thing we have to go off of is when identical twins get separated at birth and grow up in different places. Or, at least—that was the best we’ve had up until this point. Does—does that make sense?”

“Yes.”

He assured, nodding in acknowledgement. You only hoped the other two alters were keeping up.

“So, basically what I’m getting at here, is, well—you, and—and all three of you, really—Marc and Jake, you guys provide a really, really unique opportunity, because, well—you share a body. So, physiologically, you’re completely identical. The only thing that’s different about you is who you are, so—your life experiences and memories and things like that. You’re—you’re like the perfect example of how our experiences shape our beings.”

“Right. Right.”

Steven followed your train of thought carefully, brows furrowed. You took a deep breath. This is the part you were dreading.

“So, I had this thought... you three boys are so vastly different from each other. Like, really, really different, and—and you each have your own preferences, things like that, but—but you still have the same body. In my Abnormal Psych course, we’re studying intimacy and desire right now. So—so what I was wondering was about your—your sexuality. Like, to what extent are your sexual preferences due to your biology rather than your cognition.”

Steven blew out a shaky exhale, though he tried not to appear perturbed by your words. His mind was silent—he could feel the intense focus from his alters, now hanging on your every word.

“What if there was a way, to, you know, test, how different your sexual preferences are? And to test and see how your arousal is different, or the same, based on locations of stimulation and things like that?”

Bloody fucking hell.

In a split second, Marc was fronting, Steven slipping back into the headspace, completely overwhelmed and unsure of what to say or how to react. You noticed the abrupt switch, and after recovering from the brief whiplash, you felt panic spur within you. You’d scared him away.

Marc’s brows were furrowed, like he wasn’t completely picking up what you were putting down.

“So, what exactly are you suggesting?”

You closed your eyes.

“I guess—what I’m suggesting is that you—you help me research. You—you let me study you, each of you, independently, to see—to see how different your sexual behaviors and preferences are.”

“Like—like a questionnaire, or something?”

Marc questioned, but when you shook your head, eyes casting downwards, it suddenly dawned on him. Steven’s departure made sense. Everything made sense.

“So... so lemme get this straight.”

Marc made a stopping motion with his hand, gesturing for you to pause.

“You—want to have sex, with me—with us... for science?”

“Well, I mean, it—it doesn’t necessarily have to be with me, I could—we could find someone else, if you’re more comfortable, and—and I could just observe, or—”

“So you’re a voyeur, now?”

You jolted and Marc’s vulgarity, eyes quickly scanning your surroundings to make sure no one was listening in on your conversation. Luckily, the cafe was relatively deserted at that point.

“No! No, that’s not—I’m just saying, with what I’m suggesting, it—it would make the most sense for the researcher to—to be more hands-on, but that’s...”

Your voice trailed off, staring at a speck of grime on the table, trying to calm the rapid racing of your heart.

Yeah, seems she's interested in being real hands-on, huh?

Marc struggled to hold in his snickering at Jake’s internal dialogue, but after seeing the worry that was clinging to your features, his sympathy prevailed.

“Y/N.”

He spoke calmly, cool and collected. Your eyes flitted to his, where he was watching you intently. However, you could see the ghost of a smirk on his face.

“So what you’re saying is... you want to have sex, with me, for science.”

He reiterated, and you opened your mouth to protest, to defend your credibility, to rationalize your bizarre proposition, but instead, a long sigh escaped you as you admitted defeat.

“Yes. Yeah. That’s…exactly what I’m saying.”

A brief silence stagnated between you, and there was a tightness forming in your chest as every worst-case-scenario began coming to fruition in the forefront of your mind.

“I’m—I’m so sorry, Marc, I didn’t mean to overstep, or—or—”

“What, exactly, would this entail?”

Marc inquired, unable to deny his curiosity. You blinked once, then twice, processing his words.

“So—so you’ll do it?”

He held up his hands as if to tell you to slow down.

“Just—hang on. Hypothetically speaking, what—what would this even look like?”

Excitement zipped up your skin as you reached down into your briefcase, pulling out a manila folder full of several sheets of scribbled ideas and disorganized thoughts.

“Well, see, I’ve been brainstorming—”

Christ, she has the whole thing planned.

Steven’s voice sounded faint, breathless, winded. Marc ignored him, instead focusing in on your sudden enthusiasm.

“—and I came up with a research plan. So, the way it would go—we’d meet for the weekend, three weekends in a row, with a week break in between. Each alter will have their own weekend to be the subject of study. Day one, we—well, you would lead the sexual encounter. Do what you want, showcase what sex usually looks like for you, what you like, what you don’t like—”

Marc's mind was reeling. He shamelessly attempted to ignore the effect your words were having on him. Do what you want. What you like. To you.

You were still talking.

“—and then the second day, you’d let me take the reins. I’ll psychoanalyze your behavior from the first day, and synthesize that with all the information I already have about you, and I’ll try to—well, I don’t wanna say push your buttons, but—basically, as shitty as it sounds, I’d be trying to bring to light any vulnerabilities, prod at the soft spots, stuff like that. Try to see if I can find what it is each of you seeks out through sexual intimacy. Does that make sense?”

Marc shook his head, lost in thought, but he blinked away the fog in his mind and quickly corrected himself with a nod.

“Yeah, I mean—I think so? Would this—what would you do, once it’s over? Like, what’s the point?”

“It would never be published, or shared with anyone else, I can promise you that. It’s—it would mostly be for me. Kind of like a passion project, I guess. I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, and, well...”

Passion project?

What’s she mean, ‘she’s been thinkin’ about it for awhile?’

Marc almost shushed the voices in his head aloud, trying to clear his head of static so he could properly take all of this in.

He looked up at you, and you were staring up at him with eye round and hopeful, almost reverent as they passed over him. He blew out a slow breath.

“Do... can we have time to think about it? To talk about it?”

The fuck do you mean, jefe? I’m ready to start right now.

You nodded encouragingly, although Marc caught the brief glimmer of disappointment in your eyes.

“Of course, Marc. Take as long as you need. And—please don’t feel obligated to say yes. I mean it. I know—I know this kind of came out of left field, and—and I don’t want to violate any boundaries, or—or jeopardize our friendship in any way, I would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable, just—”

You stalled your tangent with a slow breath.

“Just let me know, okay?”

Marc nodded at you, smiling softly and contemplatively as he rose from the table and exited the coffeeshop, leaving you to stew in anticipation and something adjacent to remorse.

The call came in the next day, at 11am on the dot. It was Steven on the other line when you answered, walking out of the lecture hall doors as your class adjourned.

“Hello?”

You answered.

“Mornin’, Y/N. It’s, uh—It’s Steven.”

You giggled.

“I know, Steven. I have caller ID, and believe it or not, your accent is kind of distinct.”

You could practically hear him blush on the other end.

“Right. Yeah. Well, I just—I was callin’ to, uh—Christ, of course they made me do this, I can’t even—”

“Steven.”

You interrupted gently, your calmness soothing his nerves to some degree. He took a breath.

“Sorry. I—We talked it over. The whole—your experiment. And—and I think we’re all up for it.”

You froze in your tracks, students continuing to rush around on either side of you in the hallway. Your hand was shaking.

“I—really? Are you sure?”

“Well, no—I mean, yeah, I just—of course, I’ve got some reservations, but, I mean—it’s for science, yeah?"

A smile was creeping up your face.

“Yeah. Yes. For—for research purposes.”

Yeah, solely research purposes, my ass.

Marc quipped internally, and Steven gulped.

“Right, then. Could we—shall we meet again today, or—whenever, to talk it over a bit more?”

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you.

“That’d be perfect. We can meet same time, same place as yesterday?”

He gave a hum of agreement, and you felt suddenly breathless as the reality of the situation began to set in.

“Right. I’ll—I’ll see you then, okay, Steven?”

“Yeah, ‘lright, cheers.”

“And, Steven?”

You called quickly, hoping to catch him before he ended the call.

He hummed in response. You smiled.

“Thank you. Really, thank you.”

Plush Size

Marc Spector x fem! reader (Implied moon boys x fem! reader)

Summary: Missing the MK System, you decide to make a plush toy of Moon Knight for yourself, so that you have something to cuddle with when they are on missions for Khonshu. While this plush ends up being used for that particular reason, the moon boys are shocked to see that you are no longer as clingy to them as you once were. This leads them to become touch starved, resulting in them hiding the plush.

You miss them all very much. It has only been a day since they left but you miss Marc, Steven, and Jake very much.

Though they have been on missions longer than this most recent one they are currently on. Nevertheless, it’s true when they say absence makes the heart grow fonder.

As you look through Pinterest to look at sewing machine projects that you want to do. You see some pins on how to make dolls. This sparks the idea to create a doll in the form of your boyfriends’ Moon Knight persona that you could use to cuddle when they are gone. With this newfound inspiration, you get to work.

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3 Days Later…

Marc is currently fronting as he enters the key to your shared apartment. Though this mission was shorter, the desire to get home to you was what kept him going.

When he locks the front door, Marc notices the silence within the house. No tv nor music playing in the background.

Imagining the worst case scenario, Marc grabs his gun from his travel bag and begins walking around the house in preparation to fight to the death for you. He hears both Steven and Jake from the headspace, trying to reassure him that you are safe and more likely to fall asleep. Though he appreciates the reassurance from them both, Marc’s mind can’t help but wander to think the worst.

As he finally approaches the door to your shared bedroom, Marc finds you asleep on your bed. Although, instead of snuggling into his side of the bed like you normally would when he was gone, Marc is shocked to see you snuggling up with a plushie that looks nearly identical to what he looks like when he wears Khonshu’s ceremonial armor as Moon Knight. Marc smiles to himself as he returns to his regular clothes, beginning to strip to nothing but his boxers and crawls into the bed to get well earned rest.

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In the coming weeks, Marc notices how often you cuddle with the plush version of himself and is a bit restless to say the least. Though Marc is happy you have something to remind you of himself when he is away, the feeling isn’t there when he begins to notice that you sometimes even hug the mini him when you both are lounging around together in your room or living room.

Despite Marc always being a bit closed off at the start of your relationship, you helped him open up. Once feeling as if he had to wear the world on his shoulders, that feeling slowly faded away when he was around you.

No longer receiving those cuddles as often as he was once used to, Marc begins to devise a plan. One that will ensure he gets your attention.

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As you finish showering and changing into your pajamas, you exit the restroom and enter the bedroom.

When you walk to the bed, you notice that your Moon Knight plushie is no longer laying on the side where you normally sleep. In shock, you look under the bed to make sure it isn’t there. Noting it isn’t there, you move your pillows to see if they aren’t under the bed.

“Marc”! Have you seen mini you?”, you ask.

Marc comes in and says he hasn’t but agrees to help you find him (unbeknownst to you that he hid it).

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Thirty minutes of you two looking and not having any luck. Defeated, you lay on your bed a bit upset.

Marc gets into bed next to you and wraps his arms around you. He is a little shocked by the fact that you are upset about this.

Curious to understand why that is, he asks: “Why are you upset about losing the mini me”?

You answer.“Because it’s something to remind me of you when we aren’t together. Also, I figured it would be a good substitute for when you don’t want to cuddle me as I know I can be a bit too much sometimes.”

Everything begins to make sense to him. Marc goes to your closet to get something. When he comes back out, you see that he’s holding your missing plushie.

“I’m sorry I hid this from you”, he says ashamed. “I missed your cuddles and thought that mini me was taking away your attention from me. Despite what you may think, I love our cuddle sessions. It’s because of you, I feel safe enough to be vulnerable. Can you forgive me, baby?”

The moment Marc finishes, he is shocked to see you get up from the bed and grab the plushy from him. You put the plush on your bed and pull him in for a hug.

“You know you can ask me for cuddles whenever”, you say.

Marc looks at you with puppy eyes, “Can we cuddle now?”.

You take his hand and lead him both to your bed. Both of you get settled in with Marc laying his head on your chest as you run your fingers through his curls. Staying this way until sleeps takes over.

Loving you is a losing game

Marc Spector x fem! reader (Steven and Jake are mentioned briefly)

Summary: Marc meeting you was one of the best things to have happen to him. However, the demons of his past make him feel otherwise. You help him see that the love you share is one that should be fought for.

A/N: This is what I thought while listening to the song Arcade by Duncan Laurence. Of course with a happier twist.

A/N 2: Purely for entertainment purposes, so please don’t come after me. As I said, I'm still getting used to writing pieces like this.

Marc Spector’s life has never been easy. From the trauma of his young brother’s death to everything he’s during his time as Khonshu’s avatar, he’s felt like a ticking time bomb. Though he’s tried to use his time as Moon Knight to right his wrongs, it never feels like it’s enough.

When he meets you, he begins to see that there is more to life than vengeance. Marc begins to let himself enjoy your presence when he and you hit it off at the gym.

You weren’t a gym rat by any means but you had started a membership in the hopes of getting in shape and learning self-defense by using their punching bag. Seeing you hit the bag by yourself catches his attention and he begins to give you some pointers on how to improve your stance. Over time, this leads to you becoming sparring partners and eventually exchanging phone numbers. Although,this leads to you all regularly hanging out outside your sparring hours.

The day he asked you out was a shock for him because not only did he actually let himself be brave enough to ask the question but you eagerly accepted his invitation. It’s even more surprising to find out that one date led to another. Then another until you both have officially unofficially started dating.

Despite everything going well, he knew that there were things he needed to tell you. About his DID. His past. Being the avatar to an Egyptian deity in exchange to right the wrongs from his ugly past.

This then leads him to begin feeling self conscious about himself. His inner dialogue begins to consist of questions such as: What if he didn’t deserve this chance at happiness? What if she thinks I’m crazy or thinks I’m making this up?

Marc then begins to hear his mother’s voice. Telling him that he is unworthy of receiving love and will only continue to destroy all the lives that he surrounds himself with. Steven and Jake try to snap him out of this but Marc is paralyzed. At this moment, Marc only thinks one thing.

“I have to break up with her before I hurt her”, Marc thought.

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“Marc, this isn’t funny. Stop joking, you say.

“I’m not joking. I think we should break up,” said Marc.

“But why, Marc? Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course, you didn’t. You’ve been the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“Then why are you doing this?” You take your hand in his, looking at him sadly. “Please, tell me why you’re acting as if I’m a disease.”

“Imthedisease.” He says as if he’s trying to rip off a bandage.

“What, baby?”

“I said, I'm the disease. I seep into innocent lives and destroy them.” He looks at you tearfully.

“Marc, that’s silly. What are you talking about?”

Marc then begins to explain everything. From the death of his younger brother to the lives he took during his time as a mercenary. He also makes sure to mention that he is the vigilante, Moon Knight, and has two other individuals living within his head. He concludes all of this by saying, “Loving me is a losing game.”

Once he’s done explaining all of this, Marc is waiting to see your reaction to all this. Will you call him crazy? Run away from him? Scream?

Instead, you take his hands in your own.

“Loving you isn’t a losing game, Marc,” you tell him. I love you and long as we have each other, we can face whatever life throws at us.”

At this, Marc pulls you into a big hug. He lets himself break down because he knows that you’re here to stay and love him. For his strengths and weaknesses, through good and bad times. He knows you will be there for him.

As you two are still embracing, he starts to believe that he is worth loving after all.

Inner Healing

Marc Spector x fem! reader (Steven and Jake are mentioned briefly)

Summary: In the heat of a moment, Marc raises his voice at you. This leads you to get hurt but not for the reason that Marc is thinking.

Warning(s): angst that ends in fluff/comfort.

Marc had a stressful day. Between arguments with Khonshu and the back and forth conversations of his two headmates, he feels as if he’s barely hanging on by a thread.

Currently, the two of you are having dinner together. You’re telling him a story about something that happened to you at work during a zoom meeting. Although, you start to take note of Marc’s zoned out expression on his face. Something that happens when he has a lot on his mind.

Taking this into account, you decide to bring up your concerns to him.

“Marc, are you okay? You haven’t been talking much tonight.”

He nods.

“Are you sure?” You try reassuring him, taking his hand in yours. “I'm here for you, you know?

Your voice starts to get lost with the other voices in his head. Though he’s trying to hold it together, he can no longer keep it in.

“I said I’m fine!!! Now stop nagging and leave me alone!!!”

As soon as he sees that shocked look on your face, regret is instantaneous. As he is about to open his mouth to try to apologize, your reaction is what catches him off guard.

Rather than yell back at him, you nod and take you hand away from his own. “Okay.”

The rest of dinner is eaten in silence as he sees you keep your focus on your plate rather than look him in the eyes.

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As Marc lays in bed, he begins to wonder about the events that happened tonight.

Why did I have to yell at her? She was only trying to help and I made her feel terrible.

“That's what I’m wondering”, responds Steven.

Jake murmurs “Tu es un idiota” as well as a few other phrases that Marc cannot fully understand but gets the gist of what is being emphasized. That he was a jerk to the woman who loves him so much, despite his faults.

As Steven and Jake go on with their reprimanding, Marc is trying to figure out what the next step is. Though he knows he needs to apologize, he isn’t sure how to when the woman he loves won’t even acknowledge him.

Just then, Marc sees you walk into your shared bedroom. Though he’s initially happy to see you, he is shocked to see you grab a pillow and blanket and decides to break the silence between you.

“What are you doing”?

“I’m getting ready for bed.” You say without looking at him.

“Away from me?”

“I figured…after what happened tonight, you want space.”

“Babe, please…”

“It’s fine, you don’t need to explain. I’m sorry…”

“I’m the one that should be apologizing. I yelled at you when you were only trying to help.”

“But you wouldn’t have yelled if you weren’t upset with me.”

“Babe, where is this coming from?”

Though you are reluctant, you decide to bring up your thoughts.

“Growing up, my dad used to yell when he got angry. Sometimes even yelling at me for no reason. Though his feelings were never truly directed at me, I couldn’t help but feel that I had something to do with it. Therefore, I figured that if you yelled at me, it must mean I made you…”

Despite being unable to finish, Marc brought you in for a hug. He now understands. You were upset because you thought you were the cause for his anger. But that could be further from the truth.

It was actually you that made him happy. Something that, since Randall's death, he had not felt. He felt whole again because of you.

Yes, despite how absurd it was for him to say it, you were able to give the impression that the man with DID wasn't broken. For they all loved you back just as much as you loved them all. So that he knows how much you mean to him, even if he has to spend the rest of the night cuddling with you and whispering sweet nothings, he will. Because it is what he intends to do for the remainder of your lives together, as well as tonight.

How Would the Moon Boys React: To you not say “I love you back” when they leave based on the internet trend below: https://youtu.be/8mgnRIf3eG8?si=lhOPm1_xxKoC1vVN

Steven:

Steven is at the door with his satchel and coffee in hand.“I’m leaving for work, love. Have a good day! Love you.

“Bye, cutie! Have a great day!”, you respond.

Thinking you didn’t hear him, Steven repeats himself again. You responded the same way.

Steven then closes the front door of your shared flat.“You didn’t say it?”

You look at him confused.“Say what?”

“That you love me”, he replied.

“But you know I love you.”

He gives you those puppy dog eyes.“Say it back. I can’t start my day right without your sweet words. ”

You run up to him and kiss his lips.“I love you.”

Steven smiles. “I love you too.”

He then kisses your forehead before heading out.

Marc:

Marc is heading out to do a job for Khonshu out of the country. “I’ll be back in a few days. Take care of yourself. I love you! ”

“Stay safe!”

Marc closes the door instantly. “Babe, did I do something?”

You look at him confused. “No, why?”

“I said I loved you and you didn’t say it back.”

You stay silent.

He closes the door. “I’m not going. Not until you say it back. Something could happen out there…”

“Babe, nothing will happen. You know the suit protects you.”

“I need to leave knowing you love me.”

“Oh Marc, come here…”

Marc walks over to you. You give him the most passionate kiss you can. After a few seconds, you step away.

“I love you.”

A wave of relief washes over him. “Thank you! Was that so hard? Nevertheless, I love you too.” He leans in to kiss you again.

Though the kiss starts to get heated, you pull away. “Marc, don’t you need to leave?”

He gives you that smirk. “I can spare a few minutes.”

Jake:

Jake is heading to the store to pick up a few things for dinner tonight. “I’m about to head out. See you in thirty minutes. I love you.”

“Bye.”

Jake’s voice rings through again. “Love you.”

“Bye, baby.”

Jake begins walking to where you are lying in your shared bed.

You begin giggling.

“Alright then. If you’re not saying it, I’m taking you with me.”

You look at him confused. “What do you…ah!!”

Jake picks you up in his arms as he carries you out the door over his shoulder. “Babe, I’m in my pajamas and have no shoes on.”

How Would the Moon Boys React: To you calling them by their first name based on the internet trend below: https://youtu.be/3FOLHWDY-4c?si=ZXIl1UkcNSCdvaZ4

Steven:

You and Steven have spent the day cleaning up around the flat and running errands around the city. Therefore, you both decided it would be best to unwind by reading in bed together.

Steven comes back into your bedroom with two mugs of tea for the both of you. You peck his lips in thanks.

“Hey Steven, before you sit down, can you please pass me that book on your nightstand?”

He turns around quickly. “Who is that?”

You giggle. “Steven, can you please pass the book over?”

Steven looks at you with those puppy eyes you love so much.“Why did you call me, Steven?”

“Because It’s your name, silly.”

“I’m not Steven. I’m your honey bunny.”

“Steven…”

“Honey bunny!”

“Steven…”

“ I’m not, Steven. I’m your honey bunny and that’s that.”

You smile and nuzzle into his chest. “Yes, you are.”

Marc:

You and Marc are watching a show on television, scrolling through your phones. Then something interesting comes up that reminds you of Marc that you just had to show him.

“Hey Marc, can I show you something?”

He looks up from his phone. “What did you just say?”

You start repeating your question again.“Can I show you some…?”

“I heard that part. I meant before that.”

“Hey Marc…?”, you say confusedly.

“Oh shit… what day is it?”, he starts checking his phone and looks up at the calendar.

No important dates. He thinks. Did he leave the toilet seat up? Did he forget to do the dishes? Did he leave on a mission without giving her a goodbye kiss before leaving?

“Hello. Earth to Marc…Baby, are you okay?”

“You called me baby? You aren’t mad at me?

You giggle.“No. But I was worried you were upset.”

There’s a few seconds of silence before Marc engulfs you in a hug. “I love you.”

You wrap your arms around him. “I love you too, baby.”

Jake:

Jake is currently working on his car outside of the flat. As a good girlfriend, you decide to go out and offer him some refreshments.

When you get outside, you see him working under the hood of his car.

“Hey Jake, I brought you some water and…”

You then hear Jake hit his head against the hood of the car as he mutters some curse words in Spanish.

You look at him concerned. “Jake, are you okay?”

“Cariño, stop calling me that!”, he says exasperated.

“What, by your name?”

“My name is Jake to you. It’s babe, baby, or daddy”, he says, giving you a smirk.

“Jake!”, you giggle.

“That’s it! He carries you over his shoulders and “You won’t be calling me Jake after this.”

“But your car…”, you start saying before he quickly interrupts you.

“Forget the car. I have more important matters to attend to”, he says as he enters your flat and locking the door.

How Would the Moon Boys React: To you wearing something sexy

Steven:

Looks at you in amazement as he admires your body all around. As if you were a deity of some sort, he brings one of your hands to his lips. He then goes onto telling you how beautiful you are as well as how fortunate he is to have you in his life.

Marc:

Straightens himself out before telling you to sit on his lap. This leads to a heated make out session that then leads to cuddling, with you still sitting in his lap. Though silent, both your actions are those filled with love and respect for one another.

Jake:

Gives you the look before walking over to you, carrying you over his shoulder and into the bedroom. The night being filled with endless love making with sweet touches and whispered sweet nothings to one another being exchanged between you both until morning.

How Would the Moon Boys React: To the Towel Prank: https://youtu.be/uECGeNk4cd0?si=e9RLZKJ2f7oymQt1

Setting the scene for all the situations with the boys:

You recently have seen the towel prank online and decided to try it out on your boyfriend(s). Therefore you set everything up in the bathroom by making it look like the camera is recording with the music playing in the background, dancing to it as you wear a strapless shirt and pair of shorts under your towel.

Steven:

When Steven walks into the bathroom to see you dancing in your towel, he decides to join in the fun. The moment you take off your towel, Steven’s eyes widen as he pushes you out of the camera to cover you up. This results in you both accidentally falling down, laughing with one another at the silliness. Nevertheless, he is relieved to see you aren’t actually naked and that nothing was being filmed.

Marc:

Marc looks at you a bit awkwardly when he finds you dancing in your towel in the bathroom. Once you take off your towel, he jumps in front of the camera. Once he sees you are wearing clothes under your towel, he gives you an evil look before pressing kisses to you all over your face.

Jake:

Jake gives you a seductive look as he sees you dancing to music in your towel. Before you can fully open your towel, Jake is already ahead of you and is already covering you from the camera’s view. Carrying you and having you wrap your legs around his waist as you look into each other’s eyes with love.

A/N: In case it wasn’t obvious, Marc and Jake were already aware of the plan you had. Hence they weren’t freaking out the way that Steven was.

What Would Couple Costume would the Moon Boys partake in with you for Halloween:

Sorry if this is too early for anyone but I already had some ideas ☺️

Steven:

Because Steven is your Prince Charming.

Marc:

Because he is your hero.

Jake:

Because he is your romantic.