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Heyy can you maybe write something about moonboys with a reader who was lots of religous trauma (catholic) if u feel comfortable doing so.

AN: Hey! Sorry about taking too long but I finally had time to write your request! I kinda wrote a mix of catholicism and Christianity when I did this so I hope I still nailed it with what you were looking for

Summary: After being kicked out of your religious parent's home, you reply to a flyer looking for a roommate from Steven Grant. Fast forward to the present, you find yourself going out on a date, but anxiety consumes you when Marc and the alters witness you kissing your date.

The reader is non-binary and queer in this

Warnings: hinting of homophobia, panic attacks, anxiety, ANGST/COMFORT

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You trudged down the busy sidewalk, your steps heavy and slow. Your backpack was heavy on your back, and the bag full of clothes in your hand didn't make things any easier.

You felt as though you were moving through a thick fog, lost in thought and barely aware of your surroundings. Your mind was consumed by a single question: how did you end up here?

It wasn't until you stopped at a red light that you remembered. The memories flooded back to you all at once, overwhelming you. You closed your eyes and tried pushing them away, but they persisted. The shouting, the tears, the slammed doors. The final confrontation that had led to you being thrown out of your own home.

Your heart raced as you stood in the living room, your parents' accusing stares fixed on you. Your mother's face was twisted in anger, and your father's expression was one of disgust.

"How could you do this to us?" your mother spat, her voice seething with rage. "Do you think this is what the lord wanted!?"

You stood frozen, your mind reeling as you tried to comprehend what was happening. You had known that your parents were devout Catholics, but you didn’t expect them to react so harshly to the news of who you were attracted to.

"I'm sorry," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your mother's hand flew out, slapping you hard across the face. You stumbled back, your cheek stinging from the impact. Your father stepped forward, his voice low and menacing.

"We won't have a fag of a child," he growled. "You're not welcome here anymore. You leave tonight. Come back when the lord has banished that demon in you"

Tears streamed down your face as you gathered your things, your parents' hateful words ringing in your ears. As you stepped out into the cold night air, you knew that your life would never be the same again.

You opened your eyes again, taking a deep breath and looking around. The city bustled around you, indifferent to your pain. But you couldn't afford to stop and wallow in self-pity. With a heavy heart, you continued on your way, your mind still weighed down by the painful memories.

As you walked down the street, you couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief. It was crazy to think that one short kiss could have changed your life so drastically.

“So stupid,” you mumbled.

Despite the pain and anger you felt, you couldn't help but find some humor in the situation. It was like something out of a bad movie, a clichéd plotline about a teenager who rebelled against their parents' wishes.

The sound of a car horn jolted you out of your thoughts, and you hurriedly crossed the street, feeling the weight of your backpack dragging you down.

Continuing along the path of London, the concrete sidewalk felt unforgiving against the soles of your feet. Every step made your feet ache, and you were grateful to stumble upon the familiar sight of the library. Its grand entrance welcomed you with open arms, and you could feel a wave of relief wash over you.

As you stepped inside, the scent of aged leather and paper wafted through the air. It was a comforting smell, one that reminded you of the countless hours you had spent here before. The library had always been a sanctuary for you, a place where you could escape from the turmoil of the outside world.

You made your way to a secluded corner, away from the prying eyes of strangers. The couch you settled into was plush and inviting, with swirling designs that seemed to soothe your frayed nerves. You sank into the cushions, grateful for the momentary respite from the harsh realities of life.

One thing that you were surprised with was how your parents didn’t bother taking your phone. They probably thought you would infect them with such queer thoughts. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at the small joke you made in your mind.

You knew that living on the streets was not sustainable, especially with the unpredictable London weather. Pulling up the browser on said phone, you searched for flatmate postings in the area.

As you scrolled through countless ads, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness. Most places were too expensive or too far from where you needed to be.

It seemed like your search was fruitless until you stumbled upon a flyer for a room in a shared flat.

You read the description and noticed that the person even added a bio for themselves. Which seemed helpful. Turns out it was a man who was around his 30s by the name of Steven Grant.

Reading his traits, it seemed like he fancied Egypt and was sort of awkward from the way he wrote his sentences. As if he was hesitant. It was probably a red flag, especially since he seemed like he was twice your age.

But then again, what was the harm? You still had your job and could always leave if things didn't work out.

You typed out a message, introducing yourself and expressing interest in the room. You tried not to think too much about the age difference, telling yourself that it was just a temporary living situation.

As you hit send, a wave of nervousness washed over you. What if he was a creep? What if he didn't like you? What if it was all a mistake?

You decided to distract yourself by looking around the library. Your eyes landed on a bookshelf filled with classic novels, and you couldn't resist the urge to pick one up.

As you flipped through the pages, you felt yourself getting lost in the story. The sound of your phone buzzing broke you out of your trance, and you quickly checked the message.

To your surprise, Steven had responded quickly, and he seemed friendly and genuine in his response. You smiled to yourself, feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time in a long time.

You quickly jotted down the address, feeling a glimmer of hope. It wasn't much, but it was a start. You knew that you had to take action and make things happen for yourself.

Packing up your things, you made your way out of the library and back onto the busy streets. The grey sky had turned into a light drizzle, and you could feel the droplets hitting your face.

–

As you stood in front of the red brick building, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness. It was a humble structure, decent enough for someone to live there. However, with the cold London air wrapped around you, the building looked like a sanctuary in your eyes.

Your pressed the button corresponding to the apartment number Steven Grant had provided. Soon enough the intercom cracked to life and his flowed through the speaker. It was a soft British tone, tinged with a hint of nervousness.

"Hello? Is that… uh, Y/N?" Steven's voice came through, slightly stammering. The uncertainty in his tone mirrored your own, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of connection in that shared vulnerability.

"Yeah, it's me," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm here for the room. We've been talking online?"

“Yes! I remember,” he said, “I’ll buzz you in, take the elevator to the fifth floor and well so on”

With each word from Steven's voice, you could sense a genuine warmth and kindness. It made you feel a little more at ease as you approached the building's entrance. The door clicked open, granting you access to the building's interior.

Opting for the elevator, you stepped inside, noticing the worn-out state of its mirrored walls. It wasn't the most glamorous elevator, but you weren’t about to turn back just because of this

The soft chime of the elevator announced your arrival, and the doors opened to reveal a hallway with green carpeting and red-bricked walls.

You followed the hallway, your footsteps muffled by the carpet, until you reached the designated door, you knocked.

As the door swung open, revealing Steven Grant, you couldn't help but notice the details that made up his appearance.

His tousled dark brown curls framed his face, and the barely noticeable eye bags beneath his eyes hinted at a life filled with worries and late nights. He wore a button-up shirt with a subtle blue pattern and grey jeans. His body language was a rather timid one. Yet he still managed to hold a warm smile.

“Hello, you must be Y/N. I am Steven. Steven Grant to be exact, but you probably already know that by now” he smiled sheepishly.

You smiled back and he offered his hand to shake which you obliged. He invited you in and spent the time introducing each other. After getting to know each other, he showed you your room and left you alone to rest.

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Time passed swiftly, and before you knew it, two years had gone by since you first moved in with Steven. The bond between you two had grown stronger with each passing day. What began as a mere arrangement of roommates had blossomed into a genuine friendship.

Steven, with his kind and gentle nature, had made you feel comfortable and welcomed from the very beginning. Despite his busy schedule, he always found time to chat and get to know you better. You shared stories, discovered you two had a few things in common, and bonded.

In the daily routine of your lives, you found a rhythm. Steven worked long hours, often returning home exhausted from his job at the museum.

On those days, you took it upon yourself to prepare a comforting meal, a small gesture of gratitude for his hospitality. And on his days off, he would take charge of the kitchen, preparing delicious meals for the two of you to enjoy.

Beyond the confines of your flat, you explored the city together, whether it was a simple movie night in or a trip to buy essentials for the apartment. These moments of shared companionship filled your days with warmth and laughter.

It was during this time, after months of living together, that Steven finally revealed his unique condition to you. With a mix of worry and relief, he shared that he had a disorder that allowed him to have alters—different personalities within the same body. Rather than being frightened or turned away, you found it intriguing and accepted it without hesitation. Your acceptance meant the world to Steven, and he introduced you to his alters, Marc Spector and Jake Lockley.

Marc, the original owner of the body, and Jake, who primarily appeared at night, treated you with the same kindness and respect that Steven did. They became like older brothers to you, providing support and friendship without judgment.

Yet, despite the close bond you had formed with Steven and his alters, you still kept a secret from them. The reason behind your search for a roommate remained unspoken. You simply alluded to problems at home, and thankfully, they never pressed for further details.

In a surprising turn of events, they eventually revealed one of their greatest secrets to you - their alter egos were vigilantes, harnessing the powers of an Egyptian god named Khonshu. Initially shocked by this revelation, you couldn't fathom that your best friend had powers. Steven had to make you a cup of tea as you sat on the couch trying to wrap your head around this special truth.

In the end, though, you found it actually awesome and kept him and the others up with your many questions.

—

It was now June and being an almost young adult has brought you more stress. With all the shifts you have taken plus class work, Steven and the others can almost see the white hairs on your scalp.

Opening the door to the flat, you sat your belongings on the small wooden table and walked over to the couch. You practically threw yourself on it, putting your head back on the head rest. You heard a few pops as you did.

As you tried resting, the feeling of your phone buzzing for a second made you lift your head.

Taking a look at the lock screen, you saw the name of the one person who seemed to be the one to make you the happiest person in the world.

Just seeing their name gave you butterflies.

As you were about to open the message, a gust of wind and the sound of a window opening caught your attention.

The crisp breeze carried the sounds of the bustling city into the flat. Without even needing to glance in that direction, you knew it was Marc, or Moon Knight, making his entrance. The distinct outfit he wore and the grunts of effort were unmistakable.

Quickly, you put your phone away, attempting to hide it by slipping it into the pocket of your sweater. You don’t know why but it made you terrified if Marc or the others knew who you might have fallen for.

As Marc finally managed to squeeze himself through the window, he landed "gracefully" on the floor. His eyes scanned the room, and his gaze briefly met yours. He offered a small nod of acknowledgment before proceeding to make his mask disappear and soon his suit, revealing his familiar face beneath.

"Long day?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of teasiness. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a plastic cup from the cupboard.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Yeah, it's been hectic. Work, classes… feels like I'm juggling a hundred things at once. How about you?"

"Oh, you know how it is. The usual patrol, taking down some low-level criminals, and listening to the bird screech every few seconds. Nothing too out of the ordinary." he rolled his shoulders back. He grabbed the pint that sat on the dining table, poured water into his cup, and proceeded to take a sip.

You nodded, faking your interest in his day being a vigilante while your mind secretly wandered back to the message that still awaited your attention.

“Have you eaten?” Marc makes his way towards the couch, looming over your side.

You shake your head and give a simple ‘no’. Marc nods and hums but Steven becomes worried. Something that you have gotten used to.

“Are you hungry?” he asks once he takes control of the body, “I can cook us some dinner”

“I’m good, you go ahead and eat. I think I’m going to get some sleep” you say as you begin to get up and stretch.

Steven, sensing the fatigue in your voice, stepped towards your view, his brows furrowing with worry.

"Are you sure you don't want anything? I could whip up something quick and light," he insisted, his nurturing nature shining through.

You shook your head, trying to push aside the fatigue that weighed heavily on your shoulders. "Thanks, Steven, but I really just need some rest. We can eat dinner tomorrow, yeah?," you assured him, grateful for his concern.

Steven hesitated but gave a quick nod. With a heartfelt "good night," you left the living room and retreated to your room.

You shut the door behind you and kicked off your shoes and placed them to the short shoe rack you bought a while ago. Not bothering to change out of your work clothes, you immediately took out your cellphone front the pocket of you sweater and clicked on the message that waited on your lock screen.

The messaging app opened the chat with a new message. As your eyes scanned the words, a smile slowly formed on your lips, stretching wider.

They had invited you to the local festival in London, and the thought of spending a day together filled you with excitement. Indulging in delicious food, and maybe even strolling hand in hand made your heart skip a beat.

Quickly you replied and hit send. It didn’t take long for you to get a reply, one that ended with a heart emoji. It felt too good to be true.

However, a familiar sense of anxiety began to creep in. The fear of Steven and the others judging and rejecting you weighed heavily on your heart.

Even though after all the kindness they shown you and offering you a safe space and unwavering support, the pain left from your past made it difficult to fully let go of the fear.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice that you were biting your nails until now. With a sigh, you brought your hand down and clenched it into a fist.

"I need to calm down," you tell yourself.

Taking in a deep, calming breath, you reminded yourself that for now, you would simply tell Steven and the others that you were going out with a friend.

But as your mind wandered further, a new wave of uncertainty washed over you. What would happen when you and your crush became official?

Leaving the thought to marinate in your mind, you settled back on your bed, the weariness of the day finally catching up to you. As you closed your eyes, sleep enveloped you.

Looking out the window of your room, the sight of the setting sun cast a warm orange glow across the sky. From what you felt from the breeze coming through the window, you can tell your date was going to have the perfect weather.

Making sure you had all your essentials, you stepped out of your room and gently closed the door behind you. Expecting the others to be out, you quietly glided through the living room towards the front door of the apartment, eager to begin your evening.

However, just as you were about to make your exit, a gruff voice chimed in from the kitchen, momentarily halting your progress. “Y honde vas con tanta prisa?”.

*"And where are you going with such a rush?"*

You turned to see Jake, one of Steven's alters, leaning casually on the dining table. He held a mug of coffee in his hand, his trademark cab driver's hat adding a touch of character to his appearance. It was a rare sight to see him up and about at this time, usually only crossing paths with him during late-night snack runs.

You hesitated, unsure of how to respond to his unexpected presence. Gathering your composure, you mustered up a casual tone and replied, "Oh, I'm just going out with a friend to that festival that's been happening. Should be fun."

Jake let out a thoughtful 'hmm' and nodded in acknowledgment. "Alright, have fun," he said in his distinct Spanish accent, taking a sip of his coffee. His brief response hinted that he knew there was more to your plans than what you were revealing.

Feeling a mixture of relief and curiosity, you offered a small smile and replied, "Thanks, Jake. I'll see you later," before turning back towards the front door.

“Don’t count on it,” is the last thing you hear before you shut the door.

You make your round from the elevator, to the lobby, and finally to the outside of the apartment complex.

The trip to the festival location was quick, and before you knew it, the cab dropped you off in front of the entrance. Two poles held up a banner displaying the festival's name, and your excitement grew as you took in the vibrant scene before you. Colorful carps fluttered in the air, and the aroma of various cuisines filled your senses. The lively music and the buzz of conversation and laughter added to the festive atmosphere.

Before entering, you took a moment to pull out your phone and let your date know that you had arrived. As you glanced around the crowd, searching for any familiar faces, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

Turning around, your heart skipped a beat as you saw your date standing there with a warm smile. Their well-put-together outfit only made you fall for them more.

"Hey, you look amazing," they complimented, their words sending a pleasant tingle down your spine.

Blushing slightly, you replied with a grateful "Thanks," appreciating their kind words. They gestured towards the festival and asked if you were ready to head in.

With a quick nod, you both began walking towards the entrance, their hand gently holding onto yours. The touch sent a wave of warmth and comfort through you, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of affection.

As you walked together, they glanced at you with a gentle expression. "So we don't lose each other," they said, their words laced with a touch of playful concern.

You tried your best to hide your growing blush, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you replied, "Okay,"

Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Marc sat on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through the channels on the television. With the sun having gone down and nothing else to occupy his time, he welcomed the break. However, the peace was short-lived as Steven and Jake's conversation echoed in the headspace.

"I'm telling you, I can always tell when someone is lying," Jake asserted confidently to Steven.

Curiosity piqued, Steven responded eagerly, "Oh, do you believe Y/N is going on her first date? I wonder why she didn't tell us. We could have offered our help."

Jake's reply dripped with sarcasm, "Yes, we could have been so helpful. With your track record of missing dates, and Marc’s of telling Layla he wants a divorce before vanishing into thin air. Yes, we're the experts."

Defending himself, Steven huffed, "I could have still provided some assistance. Besides, I'm sure you've had your fair share of dates while you're out and about as Moon Knight."

Jake's response hinted at a different topic, "I got straight to the point with my 'dates'."

Steven was taken aback, his voice filled with surprise, "…I won't ask for details. But maybe you could have given them some advice and shared your methods for making dates go well."

"I'm not going to tell my strategies for getting women into bed to a young person," Jake argued.

Steven persisted, his curiosity getting the better of him, "Bloody hell, is that what you did when we blacked out?!"

Flipping to a channel reporting breaking news, Marc quickly shushed the ongoing conversation between Steven and Jake, raising the volume of the TV.

The broadcast displayed a blurry image of a large creature with glowing white eyes, seen prowling the streets of London. According to the report, the sighting had occurred just an hour ago.

"Shit, I thought we got rid of the jackals," Marc muttered under his breath, his expression tense.

Steven's worry was evident as he responded, "Guess not all of them."

Jake, usually reserved, suddenly pointed something out from the picture. "Look," he said, gesturing towards the background. The frozen image revealed the silhouette of what appeared to be a ferris wheel and colorful lights.

Realization dawned on Steven, his voice filled with concern. "Wait, isn't that the festival Y/N is at?"

Without hesitation, Marc stood up and headed towards the coat hanger, grabbing his jacket. "We need to go find her," he stated firmly, the other alters nodding in agreement, their determination silently shared

As you strolled through the festival, enjoying each other's company, you immersed yourselves in the vibrant atmosphere. The dark sky was illuminated by the moon and the colorful lights, casting a magical glow over the surroundings. The cool breeze carried the tantalizing aroma of various food stalls, tempting your senses.

You and your date had experienced much of what the festival had to offer. From sampling treats from different stands to enjoying live music performances, every moment was filled with joy and laughter.

However, your favorite memory was the enchanting ride on the ferris wheel, where you shared breathtaking views of the city of London.

Now, as you continued to walk hand in hand, your companion led you to a mesmerizing sight—a large electronic tree adorned with hanging vines that emitted a soft, ethereal glow. The scene reminded you of the mystical Tree of Souls from the movie Avatar.

In the midst of this enchanting moment, you felt your phone vibrate with incoming messages. Glancing at it briefly, you saw that Marc had sent a message.

Deciding it could wait, you slipped your phone back into your pocket, fully immersing yourself in the magical ambiance of the festival and cherishing the time you had left with your date.

- As Marc rushed through the bustling festival, his eyes darted around in search of his roommate among the sea of people. Determined to find them, he skillfully maneuvered through the crowd, pushing past groups of festival-goers.

Steven anxiously asked if you had replied yet. Marc quickly retrieved his phone and checked the messaging app, only to find that the message was still marked as "delivered."

Frustration welled up within him, and he let out an exasperated groan. "They better be having the time of their life if they're not answering," Marc grumbled under his breath.

Refusing to be distracted, Marc continued his search, his eyes scanning the festival grounds. Suddenly, Jake's voice broke through the noise, drawing Marc's attention to a beautifully illuminated tree in the distance

Marc looks over and sees you with your date engaged in what seems to be a cheerful conversation. He maneuvered his way through the crowd, skillfully navigating the sea of people toward the tree.

“You know, I was really nervous for today,” you say bashfully, looking down.

“Why?”

“I just didn’t want to mess up, I didn’t want to mess up around you…” You sigh and look down.

They reached out, their thumb and forefinger gently lifting your chin, urging you to meet their gaze.

"You don't have to worry about messing up around me," they reassured you, their voice filled with warmth.

Your lips begin to close and do.

The soft touch of your lips meeting theirs sent a surge of electricity through your body, igniting a fire within you. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the embrace, the world around you fading away into a blur of colors and lights.

As you finally parted, a shared smile spread across your faces. The air between you felt charged with indescribable energy, and a playful giggle escaped your lips, echoing their own laughter.

“Y/N!”

As Marc's voice cuts through the air, calling out your name, your heart skips a beat, and a rush of anxiety floods your veins. Time seems to slow down, and a wave of coldness washes over you, chilling you to the core.

He saw, didn’t he?

He saw the kiss.

You see yourself standing in the living room again, trapped in the midst of your parents' loud yelling. Their voices merge into a cacophony, filling the room with tension and hostility. And then, the painful sting of a slap against your cheek, a searing reminder of who you are.

The memory lingers, intertwining with the present moment, as your breath becomes shallow and rapid. The sense of not belonging, of being unwanted, threatens to suffocate you.

In the midst of your escalating panic, the presence of Marc and the others becomes an ominous presence. Their gazes, their judgment, all meeting you, magnifying your self-doubt and insecurity. The fear of being rejected and abandoned by the very people who have shown you kindness gnaws at your core.

As the piercing screams rupture the air, jolting you out of the tormenting loop of your thoughts, your attention snaps towards the source of the commotion. Panic and chaos grip the atmosphere as people scatter in a frenzied frenzy.

The sight that greets your eyes fills you with terror. A grotesque creature resembling a naked Doberman, with a menacing roar, rampages through the crowd, leaving destruction in its wake.

You look back at Marc but he’s gone and soon enough you hear a ‘watch out’. Looking back to the creature you see it charging at your crush. Immediately you jump and push them out of the way, knocking both of you to the ground.

You stand up and offer them a hand, “You okay?”

They nod and smile, “Yeah,”

Before you can say anything else, you hear a growl, and you two turn to see it targeting the both of you. Without a moment's hesitation, you position yourself in front of them, using your body as a shield to protect them from imminent danger.

Your heart pounds in your chest, the adrenaline surging through your system heightening your senses.

As you navigate the chaotic scene, your mind races, desperately trying to find an escape or help from others. But it’s no use; you’re being cornered with your backs toward the fake tree and everyone has already run away.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’ll be fine,” you mutter to yourself, having hope that one of the alters will come to help you. That’s if they would even save you two.

The ferocious jackal growls, its predatory instincts guiding its every move. It inches closer, its eyes fixed on you and your crush, hungry for its prey.

With no warning, it leaps with its fangs ready to pierce through your skin. You flinch away while still guarding the person you care about behind your body.

Waiting for the teeth to pierce, it doesn’t come. You cautiously open your eyes, bracing for the worst. Instead, a wave of relief washes over you as you witness Marc, fully suited up, intercepting the jackal's attack. He grips its jaws firmly to prevent its fangs from reaching you.

"Go!" Marc's strained voice resounds, he uses his energy to hurl the jackal against a nearby stand.

Without hesitation, you seize the opportunity, nodding in acknowledgment. Grasping the hand of the person you cherish, you sprint away from the chaotic scene, your focus fixed on finding safety.

–

After Marc and the others took care of the jackal, the police and paramedics had thoroughly questioned you and your date, ensuring that both of you were unharmed and gathering information about the incident.

They dropped you off at the apartment, promising to have the next date somewhere far from demon dogs. After a lighthearted chuckle, you shared a quick kiss and you were left alone.

The memory of the kiss weighed heavily on your mind, filling you with an overwhelming sense of panic and anxiety. The same feeling you had when your parents told you about one of the church members seeing your kiss.

The rush of emotions threatened to consume you as you stepped into the elevator, each floor passing in a blur, the descent feeling unbearably fast.

Your heart raced, your breath quickened, and you yearned for time to slow down, to grant you a moment of respite before facing the impending turmoil.

You stepped into the apartment, only to find the window where Marc had been yesterday opened once again, this time it was Steven. It seemed as though he wanted to be the first to make sure you were safe. Regardless of his intention, you couldn't linger in the living room. Every fiber of your being screamed for escape, to distance yourself from the piercing scrutiny of his gaze.

Steven shed his suit, reverting to his casual attire, and his shoulders visibly relaxed as he exhaled, ready to greet you. However, before he could utter a complete sentence, you darted past him, your body tense and trembling with fear. Avoiding his gaze at all costs, you spoke with hurried words, expressing your intention to leave.

“I’ll leave,”

Confusion etched across Steven's face as he followed behind you. Entering your room, you left the door open, revealing the chaos of your hastily tossed wardrobe contents strewn across your bed. Your frenzied movements hinted at a desperate attempt to escape, to sever any ties that could hold you back.

“Hey, hey, what–” Approaching cautiously, Steven tried to intervene, his words cut off as you flinched away from his touch. Shocked, he retreated, his eyes fixed upon you with a mix of concern and worry.

Silence enveloped the room, allowing him to piece together the fragments of your behavior. The memory of Marc's discovery at the festival tree flashed in his mind, the sheer terror upon your face as he witnessed your kiss. It almost reminded him of Marc when he was a child and had to face his mother.

“I’ll be done quick, just don’t– I…” You tried to speak but your voice shook and dared to break.

Sensing your need for solace, Steven chose his words carefully. “Do you…want to talk about it?” he offered, inviting you to share the burden that weighed so heavily upon you.

Your gaze lifted slowly, meeting his eyes, and although no words escaped your lips, a silent nod conveyed your willingness to open up. Steven settled himself upon your bed, creating a safe space for you.

The moment you sat beside him and saw his gentle features, letting you know everything was alright, you broke down. Through trembling sobs, you poured out the reason behind your decision to leave your family. Each tear that fell carried with it the weight of two years' worth of fear and anguish.

Steven stayed silent, allowing you the space to release your emotions that you had been suppressing. His heart panged with how much you went through.

Towards the end, you finally tell him your deepest fear, your voice quivering, “I was scared… scared that if I told you guys, you would look at me differently or treat me like my parents did. You guys were the only ones who ever cared about me.”

Without hesitation, Steven pulled you into a tight embrace, offering the warmth and comfort you so desperately needed.

He felt the tremors coursing through your body, the intensity of your sobs increasing with each passing moment. Gently, he rubbed soothing circles on your back, whispering reassuring words, "It's okay… it's okay."

Once you calmed down, Steven gently pulled away, his hands resting on your shoulders, his gaze unwavering as he looked into your eyes.

"We will always be here for you, alright? Me and the others, we won't ever leave your side. And why should we? Just because you've found someone who brings you happiness? Remember, you are deserving of love and acceptance, regardless of anyone else's opinions"

A fragile smile tugged at the corners of your lips, your eyes still red from crying. As Steven's presence seamlessly transitioned to that of Marc, he tightened his grip on your shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze.

"Whatever your parents or anyone else thinks, who cares? Fuck them," he declared, his voice brimming with support, “The only opinion you should care about is yours.”

You smile and nod as you wipe away the already dry tears. "Thanks," you say, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you

Marc returns the smile but then pauses, as if someone else was talking to him. "Jake says that we love and support you all the way through," he relays, his gaze briefly shifting upward.

Immediately, Marc's body tenses and Jake takes control. "He translated wrong, pero algo asi” Jake interjects, his tone slightly awkward.

*”something like that”*

You chuckle at their exchange, appreciating their effort to make you feel better. Trusting your instincts, you pull Jake into a hug, catching him off guard. He awkwardly pats your back before wrapping his arms around you awkwardly.

“Steven take control. No estoy acostumbrado a cosas como esta” Jake whispers, and in a seamless transition, Steven replaces Jake, hugging you tightly.

*”Im not used to stuff like this”*

After the touching moment, Steven starts asking about your date, eager to hear how it went and if you had fun. He expresses his excitement about the kiss and eagerly shares in your joy.

Throughout the conversation, Marc would pop up, being protective. He asks if they made you uncomfortable or if they offended you. Despite your reassurances that the date went well and that you enjoyed it, Jake continues to question, saying how he knows a few ways to make them never hurt you.

All you can do is just chuckle as the three try to learn more of the person who stole your heart.

Months pass, and you begin to bring your partner to the apartment, introducing them to Steven and the other alters. Usually Steven takes control of the body, since Marc and Jake would either try to embarrass you or test your partner's commitment. However, their attempts fail, especially after years of being together with your partner.

No matter what, the three still accept the two of you with open arms.

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I feel like I didn’t write enough interactions of reader with the Moon men but I hope y’all liked it :)

#marc spector x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #marc spector #moon knight #platonic #steven grant #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #Jake lockley x teen!reader #x nonbinary reader #x teen!reader #jake lockley

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l3m0ncyan · 2 years ago

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New to Life | Chapter 13

MoonKnight System x Hispanic! Latina! Teen! Reader

Warning: Teen drinking, Vomit lmaoo, men being weird

Masterlist

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Y/N sat in the passenger seat of the white pearly cab. Jake kept his sight on the road, remaining silent throughout the car ride. She looked outside, and it was still dark out. Glancing at the analog clock on the radio it was 1:49am

She was only awake in order to keep the destruction of her and the other two alters safe. If it wasn’t in jeopardy, she would have ignored Jake Lockley.

“So why do you need my help again?” She finally broke the silence.

He didn't look at her, instead opening the glove compartment and pulling out a tan file, which he handed to her.

Nothing was written on it, despite her expectation that it would have a case number or the words "CLASSIFIED" in bold lettering.

She paused before peering inside, where she found documents and news articles, but at the top of the pile was a square photograph of a man with stubble and a low ponytail. He appeared to be in his final years of college.

"Okay, what about him?” She shrugged and motioned to the file on her lap.

"Keep looking through it," Jake groaned.

“It would be easier for you to just tell me…” She mumbled.

Y/N did as she was told and flipped through the file's pages. She read the articles and noticed how each one mentioned a cybercrime occurring in different parts of London, far apart from one another. The majority of those were small business owners and middle-class citizens.

“So he’s robbing people virtually?”

“Yes”

"I still don't see why you need my help, he's literally scrawny, and I bet you can take this guy down by yourself," Y/N leaned back.

"I know that, but he is very paranoid. College students are the only ones who can approach him." He cast a glance at her. "Usually, girls with an American accent"

"Hell no," she said as she closed the file, seeing where it was going.

“Y/N,” Jake said firmly.

"No; he's creepy, and me and Mania have only fought ordinary criminals." Like purse snatchers." She drew her arms across her chest.

“Mania?” Jake tossed a quick glance at her before returning his attention to the road, "You named the parasite?"

“Parasite?!”

"Uh, it doesn't like being called that, you ought to apologize," Y/N said nervously.

“I am not saying sorry to a—“

“Don’t” she pleaded.

“He better not go the second time!”

"Parasitic leech," Jake finished, his voice tinged with disgust.

“That is it!”

Mania suddenly stretched out a few limbs. One pair rushed to wrap themselves around Jake's neck. The others clung to the steering wheel. Taking over the driving duties from Jake.

“Shit!” Y/N yelled out

Mania began to swerve the cab on the street. Tires were heard screeching. Fortunately, there were no cars around to play bumper cars with.

Jake would try to steady the vehicle with his hand, but Mania strangling him stopped him. He struggled to peel the black tentacles away from his larynx.

“I am going to kill this piece of shit” Jake said between chokes.

"Mania, stop!" Y/N would grab the stems of all limbs and try to pull them away, but she was being hit side to side as the cab veered left and right.

“Not until he apologizes!”

Y/N grunted as she was once again thrown against the cabs door, “We’ll all die before that happens!”

“I'll make sure this one stays dead” Jake growled, referring to Mania.

A horn blew and there was a flash of lights as they all fought. They all turned to see a massive truck speeding towards them. Mania and Y/N let out a scream, and Jake's eyes widened.

Mania immediately returned to Y/N's body, leaving the wheel vacant. Jake rushed to return the vehicle to its lane. He then slammed into the breaks, creating a large force that caused him and Y/N to violently jolt forward and back.

The truck sent one last blow of its horn as it passed by them.

The two stayed quiet in the cab as only the sound of the sleeping city revolved around them.

Y/N caught her breath and glanced at Jake. He had a frown, and his eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at the street.

“…I still haven’t said yes to the job” She finally speaks.

Jake scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief, “You are still difficult; even after we almost die”

Y/N tightens her lips before continuing, “Technically, we can’t die because I have Mania and you have Khonshu—“

He cut her off, ignoring her last statement, “You tagged along after I said I’d pay you”

Jake finally looks over to her, who has her arms crossed.

"...Money ain't worth this," she crossed her arms. "Can't you just get someone else?"

“You are getting paid”

“Not enough”

“It’s more than what you get a day working in the museum,” he finally looked at her.

“At least my wellbeing is safe,” she said with an attitude.

"Weren't you saying that you don't die because of Manic?" he challenged.

"Mania, and you also have powers to help, far better than what I can do," she clarified.

Jake was on the verge of losing patience, which he never did, but with this girl, he felt like he was conversing with a child who kept whining.

Normally, if someone was being difficult, he'd just kill them, but in this case, he couldn't.

And it appeared that Jake's patience would be tested further as the young adult continued to argue with him. One upping him at every chance she had.

“Nadie te ha dicho que eres la niña mas enfadosa? Quien te entiende, primero que si y ahora que no” Jake pinches the bridge of his nose.

*Has no one told you that you are the most annoying girl? Who understands you, first yes and now no*

“Y nadie te ha dicho que te miras que tienes un pepino en el culo?” Y/N growled at him.

*And has no one told you that you look like you have a cucumber up your ass?*

"Hija de la chingada," he murmurs, "I'll pay you twice as much as I promised."

Y/N thought for a moment before nodding, “Fine”

—

The cab arrived at what appeared to be a three-story house. The front yard was made up of a stone driveway that circled a patch of rose bushes. It was constructed of red brick with four windows aligned on each floor.

There were flashing colored lights and people dancing inside. Outside the house, there were other people holding red cups, most likely with alcohol. The majority of the guests were college students, much like frat boys and sorority girls in teen movies.

"I've never been to a house party, especially one with people like them," Y/N scrunched her face as she shrank into her seat.

"You don't have to socialize, just go in and find the guy," Jake said, looking over to the group she mentioned.

He opened the window that showed the backseat, “There are your clothes since…”

He turned to face Y/N, who was dressed in pajamas and a large shirt. Her hair was also a mess because she had been sleeping an hour ago.

“This is the new style, you know that right? All the cool kids wear this” she mockingly said as she extended the hem of her t-shirt to show the graphic image.

"Not in England," he said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, placing one in his mouth and flickering the flame onto it, "Hurry and change."

She turned around to see a casual crop top and jeans sitting on the red leather seats. Jake appeared to have gone through her wardrobe before they left. It's no surprise he didn't ask her to change at home. She got out of the passenger seat and went into the back of the cab, nervous.

—

She approached the front of the large house and gazed at the large social gathering. When she walked in, music was blasting into her ears, and the smell of pot and alcohol enveloped her.

“God, that money better be worth it” she scowled.

A small buzz was heard from her right ear, specifically her earpiece.

“It will, how’s the party?” Jake’s voice came through.

"Just future doctors and lawyers getting high and drunk," she said, placing her fingers on it. "I'm still confused why you have me using this earpiece instead of our phones. It's like I'm in Spy Kids."

“Because the guy we’re trying to catch has gotten everyone’s info from their devices; phones, smart watch, technology”

Y/N stopped, “Isn’t he hearing us talking then?”

“I have our pieces immune to that sort of thing”

Y/N nodded and made her way through the house, intrigued in how Jake is more tech savvy than Marc and Steven.

A large group of people was dancing to the music being played in one large room, which appeared to be the living room. It had a balcony above it where more people were talking or making out.

Walking into the kitchen, there was people having shots as everyone cheered them on. To the side we’re some who were recording while others who were unamused and on their phones.

“Question, why is he getting into peoples phones?”

“It’s a way to find out who you are. Which will be easier for us to catch once he sees who you are”

“…he’s gonna see my shit?”

There was a hum, “Si, just stay calm when he comes around, and it will be fine,”

“But–”

“Hey I know you!”

Y/N whipped her head around, and before her was a guy around her age.

He was about the same height as she was, maybe an inch or two taller. He had long-ish blonde hair that fell above his shoulders.

His pale skin accentuated his blue eyes and freckles. He wore a blue and white striped sweatshirt with jeans and sneakers.

Y/N furrowed her brows as she stared at him, trying to remember if she had ever spoken to him. His accent matched the rest of England's, and he didn't resemble the man in the photo, so who was he?

He gave a small laugh and said, "Guess you don't know who I am, I'm Nickalus, but you can call me Nick for short. We have the same class; you usually sit next to me?"

Y/N made an ‘ohh’ sound as her head lifted in understanding, even though she didn’t recognize him. “Right, you… sorry I didn’t recognize you”

“It’s alright, no one really does,” he said bashfully.

Y/N gave an awkward smile and nodded, resuming her efforts to look for who she had come for.

Staying in the background didn't seem to be working when a girl their age approached them with two red cups and said, "Come on! Nobody can hide from me, so drink!"

“Nah, I’m good,” Y/N raised her hand to dismiss the offer.

“Same with her,” Nick pointed to Y/N with his thumb.

The girl ignored Nick and turned to face Y/N. “You are from the States, right? You know the legal drinking age is 18, right?” She taunted Y/N as she leaned in close.

The aroma of the dozen mixed alcohols filled her nostrils as she brought the cup closer to Y/N's face. Y/N took a look at the red liquid. It was a lovely ruby color and appeared to be sweet, but she knew it wasn't.

“Y/N…don't do it” Jake came through the small earpiece, “Remember why you are here”

Y/N stayed quiet as everyone in the kitchen began to cheer her on. Nick looked nervous beside her. Hesitantly, the two took the cups in their hands. The yelling became louder, submitting them even more to peer pressure.

“Drink, pussy!”

"Don't," Jake finally said before Y/N chugged it, causing him to sigh.

Her mouth was filled with the bitter taste of alcohol. It left a hot sensation in her esophagus as it passed through. Everyone cheered when she finished the cup and crushed it. Nick could only watch and follow.

Her face felt immediately warm. Her tongue was tingling, and without a pause, the same girl brought more to the two.

And Y/N continued to drink.

She couldn't help herself; after all the stress of college and keeping so many secrets, this was like a breather. It was also the first time she felt like she was in one of those college party movies. With less sex and more booze.

Jake was also there in case anything went wrong. That is, if he didn't decide to abandon her.

She started to feel tipsy after about five drinks, and everything around her seemed a little off. She set the cup down and turned to face Nick, who appeared to be far from sober. Despite the fact that she barely knew him, she grabbed the cup from him.

"OK, bud, I think you've had enough," she said as she patted his back.

He shook his head, “I can take it”

She objected and motioned for him to leave. Everyone else in the room booed, but she ignored them and followed Nick.

"Thank you, we barely met, and yet you helped me out," he said, surprised.

"Yeah, just watch your drinking," she said with a quick smile.

“I will, maybe we should–”

Before he could finish, the screeching sound of a microphone echoed from the living room. Seeing people follow the commotion, they followed as well.

The music stopped, and so did the dancing. They were all looking up at the indoor balcony from before.

The guy from the file was, as expected, at the top. The same stubble and low ponytail.

“How’s everyone doing?!” People cheered, and others raised their cups of alcohol.

“Good, good. Everyone knows, we are close to ending this year, right? Everyone is moving up. But for us seniors, it’s our last fucking year before we actually behave like adults”

People agreed with hoots and cheers. He raised a cup, and so did everyone.

Y/N squinted at his figure, trying to make out his personality, cringing at how he was trying to give off some sort of TV host vibe.

“To the last year of our lives! Class of 2023!”

The audience erupted, and the music began to play again. He sipped from his cup and scanned the crowd.

That's when his gaze was drawn to Y/N. It was a look that showed she was the one he was looking for.

As he smiled and began to walk downstairs, her eyes widened. Y/N slightly panicked, mostly because she was not in the right state to fight if it came to it.

"Fuck, he's coming to me," Y/N said, turning away from Nick and holding the earpiece down. "What should I do?"

“Maybe if you weren’t drinking, you would know." Jake mumbled.

“I could just leave if I want to”

"Do you remember the USB I gave you? Let him take you to his computer, plug in the USB, and wait for everything to download. Flirting is usually useful."

Y/N groaned and turned to face Nick before sneaking away from him. Being left to win the heart of the Alexander Hamilton lookalike.

–

Jake took another puff of smoke from his cigarette and blew it out the window after turning off the mic. He saw Y/N from one of the large windows while staring into the large mansion. She stood awkwardly by the stairs, waiting for the party's main attraction.

“Why did you lie and say she was needed for this mission? You could have easily went in and finished it quickly if you had not brought her”

Jake didn’t need to look to know who it was. Khonshu sat in the backseat, near the small window.

“I just wanted to see if she could do things like this.” Jake didn’t take his eyes off of her.

"Are you sure she can do this?" Khonshu hummed. "The little maggot can't even kill without causing chaos, let alone do it herself. Her own parasite is doing it for her. She's also now intoxicated."

“She doesn’t have to kill anyone for this,” Jake scrunched his face, “Either way, if she ruins the plan, Ill just step in”

Through the window, he followed her figure as it stumbled her way behind the target and soon disappeared upstairs.

"I just want to see if she can handle herself, just for entertainment," he said, blowing out a cloud and tapping the cigarette to release the bundle of ash at the end.

It was silent before Khonshu continued, “I hope you aren’t already getting attached to her like the other idiots”

Jake stopped from putting the cigarette into his mouth again, “...That won’t ever happen, especially for a brat like her”

He looked to one of the windows on the third story and could see the two teenagers walk in. Y/N, and the guy talked before sitting on his bed.

–

As the guy made his way to his mini fridge on a table, Y/N drummed her fingers on her knees. She took the chance to look around and try to find the computer, but she felt like she was dissociating. Still, the computer wasn't hard to find when it had a huge set-up like one of those Twitch streamers. She just had to find a way to download the files without him noticing.

“I will do it; keep him busy,” Mania said before coming out of her lower back and grabbing the USB from her pocket.

It made its way to the computer and plugged in the small device. As Y/N stared, her anxiety increased as she realized she was going to be caught.

“What's your go-to flavor for Buzzballz?” He asked.

She looked back at him with surprise and squinted, “Uh…”

“Don’t tell me you never tried it,” he laughed and brought out one, “You look more of a ‘Chili Mango’ kind gal”

He handed her a small round yellow bottle. The top has the silver part that any tin soda can has.

She looked down at it, feeling nauseous about having any more booze. Still, it was a way to keep him distracted. She clicked it open and brought the rim to her mouth, letting her body consume more liquid.

Immediately, her head felt like it was spinning. It was like she just spun in a circle for twenty minutes, and she was still feeling the symptoms.

Y/N felt the right side of her bed dip down. The guy was too close for comfort, and he raised a finger to her face. It then traveled down and rested on her shoulder.

"Too bad I'm graduating, we could have been something," he says into her neck.

Realizing the situation, she sobered up quickly and sat up, “Hey, how about you tell me about your place. It’s real big”

“That’s not the only thing that’s big”

“Done! Let us get out!”

“Okay! Well this was fun but I have to go, exams tomorrow you know” She stood up and began to back away to the door.

He followed and steered her away into a wall. Cornering her.

“Hey, I show you my room and you aren’t going to reward me?” He stood more defensive. Using his size as an advantage.

"That doesn't mean shit," she squinted, attempting to flee from the side but being stopped by an arm.

“Girls like you just make me harder” he smirked which gained him a sickened expression from Y/N.

“Hell no, let me get him!”

“Wait!”

Mania took control of Y/N's arms, blackening them as if she had dipped them in tar. It grabbed the guy's shoulders and pushed him up against the wall.

“Oh my god, what the fuck?!” He yelled.

He kicked his legs in an attempt to break Mania's grip. Y/N tried to lunge back to unclutch Mania, but it was obvious that this was not going to work.

"Mania let him go! He isn't worth it!" Y/N grunted as she continued to try to pull away. Mania began choking him gradually before huffing.

“Fine”

It dropped him and retracted back into Y/N’s body. He choked as he used his hand to soothe his throat.

He finally looked up and scowled at Y/N, “What the fuck are you?”

She remained motionless, her mouth agape. Her secret had been revealed, and it was to a complete stranger.

A stranger with the ability to expose her with the click of a few buttons. He had most likely heard about the 'monster' in the news.

He began to stand up, keeping his eye on her, “If you’re that alien from the news, you are about to earn me recognition. I'll let everyone know”

Y/N’s eyes widened, “Look you don’t–”

When they heard sirens outside, their voices fell silent. A blue light shone through the window. When the man rushed to the window sill and saw two cop cars, he knew. People began to flee the house.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” He ran a hand through his hair, “I’m turning you in to save my arse”

He turned back and Y/N was gone.

—

Y/N bolted through the back door and, with Mania's assistance, jumped the fence. Her feet landed on the sidewalk. Y/N kept running until the white cab passed her. It honked, and the window slid down to reveal Jake.

“Hurry or i'm leaving you” he said which rushed Y/N to the passenger side of the cab.

As she caught her breath, Jake began to drive away. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted up, and she was heaving from all the running and panic.

"Did you do what I asked?" He cast an eyebrow at her.

She nodded and brought out the USB from her pocket, “Yup, police came right after it finished downloading”

Jake tucked the small device into the pocket of his jacket. He cast a glance at Y/N, who was looking ahead with a worried expression.

He looked back onto the road, “Que paso?”

*What happened?”

“...I screwed up. He found out about Mania and now he’s going to be tell the police and I might be arrested” Her eyes stayed glued to the road.

Jake hummed, “Not going to happen…”

“Huh?” she turned to him

“I called the police. Told them that I wanted to report drug use in a party full of minors. If he does say anything, they'll just think it’s just the effects”

“But there wasn’t any– You planted drugs in the house?” She finally looked at him.

Jake remained silent, with only the low music from the radio playing in the background. "Did you just have some laying around?" she asked, taking his silence as a 'yes'.

He didn’t say anything which made it easy for her to ask, “Can you get me weed?”

“No,” he said with a stern voice.

She huffed and roughly threw her back onto the seat. With that sudden movement, she slowly sat up. Jake noticed her turning pale and looked at her. Sweat started to form on her brow and neck.

Y/N felt nauseous and her mouth began to fill with extra saliva.

Registering what was about to happen, Jake’s eyes expanded, “No, no! Not in here!”

Y/N ignored him as she felt her throat fill with a warm substance that wanted to escape. Her body recoiled without hesitation. Her mouth forced open, letting whatever it was out. Her eyes welled up as she retched.

Jake switched between looking at the road and back at Y/N. As the odor began to fill the car, he grimaced and rushed to lower the windows.

“Whoops…I can clean it up?” Y/N smiled sheepishly.

Jake frowned and stared straight ahead, saying nothing to avoid saying something he would later regret.

–

Y/N was awakened by a throbbing pain in the head. She tried with little success to ignore it in order to get another hour of sleep. The light from the sun stung her eyes as she slowly opened them, forcing her to close them quickly.

She slowly sat up and used her arm to create a barrier between the beams and her orbs. Once conscious, she felt all the feelings of a hangover.

Her stomach felt empty, as if she had emptied it all out, which she had. Her hair was stuck to her forehead from sweating the night before. Aside from that, her head felt like it was being squeezed with a tight grip.

She held her skull as she slowly stood up and shuffled to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and scanned each shelf. Her eyes fell upon a bottle of water which she quickly took in her hand.

Once she unscrewed the cap, she jugged a huge gulp of the cool liquid.

She wiped her mouth and walked into the living room, then into the bathroom.

When she looked in the mirror, her hair was all over the place and her under eyes were darker than usual.

Her face transformed into Manias within a second, holding a sharp smile.

“You look hilarious”

Not amused, Y/N only stared, “I thought you would have helped with hangovers”

“I only help you not act like a fool, while your body just does it on its own”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Mania chuckled. She reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste to remove the bad taste from her mouth.

“You remember what happened last night?”

“Pretty much, especially leaving Jake cleaning duty” she cringed at the last part.

A knock came from the door which made Y/N stop cooking at the stove and move to the front of the apartment. She knew who it was without looking at the peephole.

Marc was standing in front of her, his hands in his pockets. He looked down and raised a brow, his confused expression quickly turning playful.

“Looks like you had fun last night. You went to one of your first college parties?”

Y/N scoffed, “I thought you would be freaking out right now. You know, especially from you and Steven’s talk yesterday”

Marc shrugged, “You’re standing in front of me aren’t you? So you made it home safe. Plus you might be too busy with a hangover to hear yelling from me. Steven though…”

His body tensed up quickly and Steven took over. He looked over at Y/N immediately. She knew immediately that he was about to talk her ear off.

And here she thought she left her parents lectures back in America.

“Did I not warn you Y/N?! Blimey, I’m surprised you got home last night, you could have woken up on the sidewalk!” He gestures to the outside of the building.

Steven’s yelling feels like it’s piercing Y/N’s mind. She tenses up and squeezes her eyes shut with the pitch sound.

Turns out, Mania wasn’t liking it either.

“Tell him to shut up before I eat his bowels!” Mania screeched.

“Steven! Shh!” She put her pointer finger against her lips.

Steven stopped and realized the situation, “Oh! I’m sorry but that is your fault”

“Okay whatever I’m sorry,” she waved it off and walked over to the stove to finish cooking breakfast which she and the two sat down to eat.

——

Y/N walked down the brick path of the campus that led to the building of her class.

It was actually sunny out, yet still cold. It left her to wear her usual sweatshirt and jeans combo for the day.

However she wasn’t thinking of the day or about her fashion statement. After exposing herself to a person about Mania, she worries that her secret will be out to the world soon.

She hasn’t even explained it all to her family. Anytime the topic came up, she would change it. Which probably made it worse to gently lay news in the future.

“Why are you worrying about it so much? We are fine” Y/N could hear Mania was smiling.

“For now, what if next time Jake isn’t there? What if we hurt someone, deeming us as a threat to society?”

“That won’t happen, you are exaggerating”

Y/N adjusted the straps of her backpack on her shoulders, “Can you at least put yourself in my position? It would really—“

“Hey Y/N! Is that you?!”

She turned around and saw a familiar blonde running up to her. Reminding her of a scene that would play out in a show.

“How did he know your name?”

“Uh, yeah, Nick right?” She wrinkled her brows together.

“Oh wow you remembered!” His eyes seemed to sparkle with her acknowledgment of his existence.

She gave a small chuckle, “I mean yeah, I don’t forget faces, especially ones that go crazy with frat drinks”

He gave an embarrassed smile, “You remember that huh, thanks for stopping me before it got out of hand. Speaking of which, were you there when everyone got chased out by cops?”

“Yeah, I was able to run out before they caught me”

Nick nodded, “By the way, were you with the host before the cops came? I heard him yelling about an alien or something”

Y/N swallowed thick saliva, “Oh? I didn’t know that. I was in the restroom when I heard the sirens”

“Hmm, weird then, maybe it was the drinks” he shrugged.

Y/N agreed and let out a quiet sigh as the topic changed.

The two continued walking down the path to the building of their lecture block. There the two continued to talk and soon enough, Y/N was able to form a new friendship in London.

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Omggg I am so sorry for the 3 (?) month hiatus. I was deep writers blocks ass. Anyways this chapter I kinda wanted to focus more on Y/N’s and Jake’s relationship in order to start off the arc of her figuring out more about Mania. Also new character!

Let me know if y’all want any scenarios added onto here (please I beg, I need more creative juices flowing, college is sucking it all out of me :,))

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