sadlyghost

[sadlyghost]

May I request the moon knight system (or just Jake Lockley if you only plan to write for one person at a time) pretty much adopting a teen reader who’s the avatar of Seth (god if chaos)? Maybe the reader is very awkward and shy at first, but once you get to know them and they feel comfortable around you, the reader shows you their bubbly chaotic side? (Platonic ofc!!)

Summary: Just as you were losing hope, Jake Lockley agrees to adopt you, a young destructive teen who's unknowingly the avatar of Seth, the god of chaos.

Pairing: Jake Lockley x (platonic) Adopted Teen Reader

Words: 3.1k

Content Warnings: Insecurity, self deprication, rejection, crying, parental abandoment, panic, implied emotional abuse, minor wounds.

A/N: Jake is a good guy in this, it's wholesome :)

GIF CAPTION - "I'm sure we can figure somethin' out kid"

Ever since you were a child, you had been an absolute ball of chaos. You were the destructive, clumsy, hyper, uncoordinated kid. You were always breaking something, causing some sort of commotion or jumping around chaotically.

What you didn't know was that you were the unwilling Avatar of Seth, the Egyptian God of Chaos. Your parents had pledged their allegience to Seth in the past in exchange for power, but they soon realised that the deal they struck was not as ideal as they had hoped. After trying every possible option to back out of their deal, they took the cowards way out, leaving you alone, with the burden of eventually completing Seths demands.

Seth had been with you since you were very young. Every since you had been abandoned at the orphanage, Seth had followed and loomed over you almost constantly. He wasn't a patient God, and as much as he wanted your devotion, he needed to wait until you were old enough to complete his wishes. Your parents left their duties to you, he'd wait until you were capable of completing them.

As you grew older, you became more aware of yourself and others. You noticed that other kids your age didn't seem as destructive as you, they were careful and calculated and didn't seem to destroy everything they touched.

You became extremely insecure of yourself, as the difference between you and everyone else became highlighted more and more. You tried your best to tone back your often bubbly personality. You focussed more on your actions, carefully trying to do things as everyone else did, without any destruction. But as much as you attempted to tame the chaos, you always ended up clumsily breaking or ruining something.

You knew destruction was ingrained in you by the time you were a teenager. You didn't know it was because of a lurking Egypian God, but you knew for sure that it made you an undesirable candidate for adoption or any type of fostering.

You had been in and out of homes, most people feeling that you were too much of a burden because of your clumsy habits. No matter how much potential adoptees said they could handle any child with their needs, they always ended up giving up because of your unavoidable destruction.

You had given up hope of being adopted into a nice loving family in your mid teens. It was clear there was something wrong with you, you just didn't know what. You thought maybe you were cursed. Maybe some you had broken a mirror or something when you were a kid and now you had perpetual bad luck. Whatever the case was, you had accepted that you were unwanted.

Suprisingly, you were told someone was interested in adopting a kid around your age. It had been months since the last inquiry. You weren't expecting much.

You were taken to the potenial adoptee's house by a member of the orphanage. You were greeted kindly at the door

"Hey, you must be y/n, right?" he said, gesturing for you to enter.

You nodded smally, putting your hands in your pockets, tensely walking in, head down and watching carefully where to step in fear of ruining this persons home. You stood still in the middle of the room while he walked around casually.

"Well I'm Jake, I'm sure they already explained it to ya, but I've been considerin' adoption for quite some time. I'm happy to give you a home here if you'd like, course it'll be completely your decision if you'd like to stay, but you can have a look around if you'd like," he explains.

You just continue to stand still, slightly glancing around at the home. It was nice, seemed pretty warm and safe. A nice warm safe environment that you'd end up ruining - you were sure of it. You just sighed to yourself, closing up and making yourself smaller.

"Would you like me to show you around?" he offered considerately. You just shrugged.

"Alright, well over here is the kitchen area. All the basics of course," he said, you looked over as he gestured to the kitchen.

"I've got an impressive record collection over here. I love the classics." You looked to see a bunch of classic rock posters on the wall and a few stacks of records next to a record player. You smiled softly, recognising some of the artists.

"Through here is the livin' area," he said. You carefully and quietly stepped after him into a different room. "Couch, tv, cool blankets," he said, holding up a blanket with a cat pattern on it. "Custom made. Maybe we can get you a custom blanket if you decide to stay, huh? Sound like a good idea?" he inquired.

"Maybe..." you said softly. Though admittedly, it did sound genuinly nice. But if your adoptive history was anything to go by, this guy wouldn't last more than a few months looking after you, so there wouldn't be much point looking forward to it.

"This is my cat, Felisa." he picks up his cat, showing her to you. "She's friendly," he hints, letting you know its okay to pet the cat.

You lean forward a bit, looking at the cat in his arms, your eyes curious and intrigued. You had stayed away from animals for so many years, you didn't want to hurt them. This cat looked nice and fluffy, your hand twitching in your pocket as you felt the urge to pet it. But your insecurity held you back. You stepped away.

"She's fluffy," you commented quietly. He nodded, casually putting her back down onto the couch where Felisa streched out before settling down. He moved on, opening a door to another room

"Back here is the spare room. It's pretty empty cause I'm not sure what you like and that. But we can make it look however ya want, it'll be fully your space." He was right, it was basically just an empty room with a spare bed, bookshelf and desk. It was nice to think of the possibilities of what it could look like, but you couldn't imagine for long, the reality was that it wouldn't last.

You turned to step out of the room, quickly coming to a halt as your forehead ran into Jakes hand.

"Careful kid, don't want ya to get hurt," he said as you stepped back, rubbing your forehead and discretely covering your embarassed expression.

"Sorry," you mumbled. You had been going so well, but of course you clumsily almost walk into the doorframe like an idiot. You look at the ground in shame.

"All good. Just an accident," he said nonchalantly, not seeming to mind too much that you just stupidly walked into something in clear sight. At least he noticed though, otherwise that would of hurt quite a bit.

After he showed you around, you went back to the orphanage to speak about your thoughts. He seemed nice, you were just sure it wouldn't last. But maybe, maybe you'd give adoption one more chance.

The first few weeks living with Jake were the usual. You were awkward and quiet, shy and reserved. When you were younger, your bubbly personality would deter people, so you learned to just supress that part of your self the majority of the time. You couldn't risk Jake seeing you being yourself, not when he had just welcomed you into his home.

As for your clumsiness, uncoordination and overall destructive nature, Jake actually seemed to be handling it pretty well. Of course, you'd always try your best not to break anything, moving as carefully as you could, but it was inevitable. You ruined things. But it turned out that Jake had amazing reflexes, nothing like you'd ever seen before. It was like he had a sixth sense, and just before disaster struck he'd put out his hand, move something, or grab whatever was needed to avoid anything breaking.

You were absolutely shocked at the ability. The amount of things you'd dropped accidently or knocked over and he'd suddenly caught was impressive. So far, you hadn't broken anything, thanks to Jake's help.

Though you couldn't help but feel bad. Was your clumsiness putting him on edge? Did he always need to be aware around you just incase you stupidly almost broke his things?

Even though your insecurity was loud, you also noticed a sense of hope growing within you. If Jake was able to stop you breaking things, would there be a possibility that he'd let you stay with him? Like....forever?

A month went by and things had been good. You were just as clumsy, but there hadn't been any major disasters like there usually is when you stay with a different family.

That was until your fears came true and you inevitably ruined someone elses belongings. That being one of Jake's glass cups. It may seem trivial, but such a mistake had led other families to reject you in the past.

You simply wanted to get some water while Jake looked for a movie for you both to watch, when the glass slipped from your hand, smashing onto the ground into many pieces.

You paused, eyes widening in horror as you realised what you had just done. A wave of fear travelled through your body as you dropped onto your knees and began trying to collect all the broken pieces of glass before he could see. Your mentally cursed at yourself for your clumsiness. You should of known this would happen.

"You alright, kid?" you hear Jakes concerned voice as he comes into the kitchen.

"Yes! No problem here!" you call out, voice shaking as you continued to try clear the mess on the kitchen floor, not caring if the glass was hurting you.

"I just heard a smash, did somethin' happen?"

"No! Nothing at all!" you try convince him. But he walked in and saw you on the ground, rushing to hide your mistake. He was definitely more concerned at how distressed you seemed over this than the fact that his cup was broken. He tried to ease your worries.

"Just a cup? That's alright kid, accidents happen-"

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to break it, it just slipped from my hand and- and-," tears began to well in your eyes as the acceptance that you'd be rejected again set in. You sunk lower to the floor.

"It's okay if you don't w-want me anymore, I understand! It's okay. I break e-everything I touch. I don't know why I'm like this! I'm going to ruin everything you have so it's better if I just leave now, before I destroy all your things," you sniffled through tears.

Jake knealed down, avoiding the broken glass on the floor between the two of you.

"Take a breath kid, you're alright. It's just a cup, nothin' that can't be easily replaced," he said softly. You did as he said, trying to calm yourself with a breath as you sniffled and wiped the tears from your eyes. Jake looked to you genuinely.

"Something like this isn't going to make me want you any less, truely, kid."

"But I broke it...." you whispered.

"It's all fine. Just an accident. I've broken plenty of things in this house," he relates to you. Everyone was clumsy now and then, but you were destructive on a whole different level. "How about we clean this up?" he proposes calmly, standing to grab a dustpan.

You just watched with wide eyes as he casually walked back and began sweeping up the glass on the floor. He hadn't yelled at you yet. Hadn't critised you for your mistake. Hadn't threatened to kick you out and hadn't said he didn't want you anymore. Instead he helped clean up the mess. You couldn't sense any judgement coming from him because of your mistake, that was new to you.

He finished cleaning up the glass as you stood silently, cautiously waiting for his next words and what they would mean for you.

He turned to you and smiled softly.

"All done," he stated before grabbing the small medical box he kept at the top of one of the cupboards. All done? How was he being so casual? Was he really just going to move on from this?

"You'll need a couple bandaids, glass must've scratched your hands a bit," he said, gesturing to your slightly bloody hands. You hadn't even noticed you'd hurt yourself, you were too focussed on hiding your mistake that it didn't even matter in the moment. It wasn't too bad, but Jake still wanted to make sure you were okay.

He carefully washed the blood from your hands under the tap, making sure there was no glass in your skin.

"I broke your cup...." you whispered in shame, not being able to move past your mistake.

"It's not a big deal, kid. It's all been cleaned up now," he says, still remaining so calm and non-judgemental. He began placing some bandaids on your hands.

"But I'll break other things as well.....it always happens....it's just how I am," you admit sadly. "It's why no one wants me....even though I try so hard not to be, I'm just destructive."

Jake looked at you, his face unhappy. His dissapointment in humanity was showing. He couldn't believe that people had made you feel unwanted for something as simple as a mistake.

"I'm not gonna throw you out for this, kid. I'd never do somethin' like that, I promise," he assures you. You nod hesitantly.

"And hey, if you're really worried about breaking stuff, why don't we change some things around the house so you don't have to stress all the time?" he suggested.

"Change stuff? Like what?" you ask nervously.

"How about some reusable plastic cups, plates and bowls? I'm fine with packing away some of the stuff around the house if you're scared of knocking it over. And we can replace anything delicate so that you don't need to worry about damaging it. We can bubble wrap or add padding to some of the edges and corners so that you won't get hurt. That would benefit both of us I think, I've run into this island bench way too often," he laughed softly.

You listened in suprise as he voiced his willingness to compromise instead of simply sending you away again. Instead of demonising your destruction and clumsiness, he was already thinking of solutions to make you feel more comfortable living with him.

"And if something does end up broken, we can deal with it. Humans make mistakes, things break, I won't make a big out of it, I promise."

".....promise....?" you ask unsurely. Should you trust his words after everything that had happened to you in the past?

His genuine smile assures you as he nods. Maybe he really was telling the truth and maybe he really would accept you for who you are.

All you could do now, was trust him and hope for the best.

After making some changes around Jake's house and some trial and error, you two had come up with various solutions to your clumsiness. Things seemed to be working and you were happier than ever. You felt as if staying here, with Jake, for a long time could be an actual possibility.

Of course, things were still chaotic sometimes, but there were measures in place to stop anything from breaking, so you didn't have to constantly be in high alert. It was nice to just be present, feel safe and be yourself. It was such an unfamilar feeling, but you welcomed it gladly.

Infact, you're chaotic tendancies had turned into an enjoyable time for you and an amusing time for Jake.

You and his cat, Felisia, had matched eachothers energy, and some times you both just chased eachother around the house, having care free fun. Not to mention the frequent meow offs you two had.

Each day, you felt more and more like yourself, like who you really were. You had lost yourself over the years, hiding your personality in fear of criticism, but being around Jake helped bring the best out of you.

You felt safe to speak your mind about anything and everything, and Jake happily and attentively listened, no matter how big or how small the thing was you were speaking of was. Seeing you authentically express your excitement had become one of Jake's favourite things.

You found yourself becoming more comfortable in your own body. You didn't feel like a hazard or a danger in the house because you didn't have much need to worry anymore, and it helped ease the constant tension you used to carry around with you. You were more relaxed, more expressive, more yourself.

Things had actually turned out perfectly. You had never expected to find belonging, and yet here you were, feeling the best you had ever felt with your new adoptive parent. You had a feeling that Jake was going to stick around for a very long time, and that's all you wanted, this was everything you had ever wanted.

You had been living together for a year now, and you couldn't wish for anything more.

You thanked Jake often, but you felt as if you had never really thanked him for everything he had done for you.

It was a sunny afternoon, you two had just arrived home after a happy picnic at the local park. You were sitting on the couches in the living room, the sun from the window illuminating you both. You gently pet a sleepy Felicia beside you, looking over to see Jake, his eyes closed, a content and relaxed smile on his face as he leaned back onto the couch.

Everything felt right.

You leaned back onto the couch as well, sighing softly as Felicia stretched and snuggled to your side. You took in the moment.

After a little while, Jake slowly stood up, heading over to the kitchen.

"I'm gonna get dinner going," he said softly. Your eyes followed him as he stretched his arms into the air, stretching after sitting down for a bit.

You leaped up without hesitation and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He stumbled back a step in shock, his arms hovering over you as he tried to get a look at your expression as you squished your face against his jacket.

"Woah kid, you alright?" he voices, worried you were upset. You nod against him and he pats your shoulders gently, feeling relieved that you were okay.

"Thank you....for everything......" you whisper. He smiles to himself, looking down at you.

"Of course kiddo," he pats your back affectionately.

"This is everything I ever could of hoped for," you admit. Jake nods in agreement, genuinly thinking the same about you.

"This is everything I could of hoped for too kid," he says softly, hugging you back securely.

~~~

A/N: Okay. So. Um. I guess it's been a while huh?......Um....yeah. Turns out life gets kind of busy when you're working and studying your first semester of University at the same time.

I hope I didn't change it too much and that it is enough like the request! I chose to just write for Jake, hope thats alright! I wasn't too confident on how to write his dialogue, but I imagined it as a sort of New York accent, feel free to read it however you'd like to though.

I've honestly got very little experience with the adoption system, so I tried to speak of it vaguely, but if theres any obvious issues, let me know and I'll be happy to change them to be more accurate.

Also I totally forgot I was supposed to be inlcuding Seth in the story. Maybe a part 2 where she comes of age and Seth starts giving her orders. Perhaps Jake can help her out since he's also enslaved to Khonshu???

Second semester of University is starting up soon, so I'll probably dissapear for a long time again. Hope I'll be back at some point though :)

I'm more active on my art Instagram, if you'd like to follow its @/sadly_a_ghost

Have a wonderful week :)

-Ghosty

[sadlyghost]

Hey, how are you? I hope you're doing well!

Hi there!

I'm doing fairly well thank you, how are you doing?

I'm genuinly suprised people still visit my page haha, I never thought anyone would like my writing, but I'm glad it's able to help some of you guys :)

I really want to upload some more stuff, but I've just been so busy lately. Work and university study are taking up so much of my time unfortunately.

I've been working on a Jake Lockely piece though, so I'll try put that up some time soon for y'all.

Thanks for checking in though, I really appreciate it! I'd love to hear how you've been going too :D

-Ghost

[sadlyghost]

Thank you very very much for mentioning my writing :)

You're a kind human <3

Fanfic Recommendations

Here are some platonic fanfics I recommend to read for the Moonknight fandom that I enjoyed

Series:

Baby Scarab-- By @80pairsofcrocs

Synopsis : in which a schizophrenic teenager could see a certain god

Pairings : Steven grant x (platonic)reader, Marc Spector x (platonic)reader, Khonshu x (platonic)reader

Scribe of the Gods- By @sofiaaaaaaaa03

Summary: Another Egyptian God believes that Khonshu’s avatar is going to need all of the help that he can get. So, they send their own avatar to assist Marc as he attempts to stop Harrow, despite their young age.

Pairing: Steven Grant/Marc Spector x teen/young adult gn reader (platonic)

Anpu- By @viintxgephrxgss

Summary: The Moon God; Khonshu chose Marc Spector as his avatar when the man was on the brink of death, little did he or the rest of the Ennead know, The God of Death; Anubis had chosen an avatar of his own

One Shots: 

@book-place does has a masterlist of short stand alone fics and I recommend all of their fanfics but I love the The Parkourist and the Scarab

Here is their masterlist: Moonknight

friendly neighborhood gift-shopist- By @autmism

synopsis; (requested) teen reader goes on a school field trip to the museum and is rlly excited about it but a couple people in their class are being kinda mean to them. Maybe they go to by something from the gift shop and have a wholesome conversation with Steven about bullies or something?

pairing(s) ; steven grant x teen!reader (platonic + gender neutral reader)

Call me maybe- By @toomanystupidpigeons

Desc: you’re trying to get through to the dentist when you accidentally find yourself on the phone with three strange roommates.

Pairing: platonic, just a cute funny drabble between female!reader, Marc, and Steven (tiny Jake reference)

There is not a title for this one but I do recommend all of  @sadlyghost fanfics this one was one of my favorites that they made: 

Fanfic- @sadlyghost

Summary: You’re attacked and kidnapped to get information about Marc. After he saves and comforts you, you learn who Moon Knight really is.

Pairing: Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Reader

Guy in Chair- By @theseawakes

Summary: Harrow capturing you, Moon Knight’s accomplice, and he’s not so happy with that

Pairings: Moon Knight x teen!reader

I enjoyed all these fanfics and I hope you do too! <3

[sadlyghost]

Hi hello! I just saw your works about moon knight and I absolutely love it. The relationship you write between the character and the reader?? Absolutely fantastic. I wanna request marc with teen!reader (they're friends because the reader used to spend time at the museum steven used to work at). It's set after the ending of moonknight. the reader is attacked by one of the remaining Harrow's cult members in order to get information about marc and it's just, angst feelings. The two of them go Marc's apartment and he comforts the reader. It's kind of basic but I love to see how it turns out with you writing it. Thank you and have a good day!

[CONTENT WARNINGS]: Stalking, kidnapping, physical violence, injuries, death threats, ANGSTT, self depricating thoughts, crying.

Summary: You're attacked and kidnapped to get information about Marc. After he saves and comforts you, you learn who Moon Knight really is.

Pairing: Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Reader

Words: 3.7k

A/N: If you want to skip most of the content warnings, then feel free to just read the second half (I really like the conversation I wrote between them haha).

Walking the city streets was like second nature to you. You had grown up in this area and called it your home. The local corner cafe was just one of your favourite parts of the area.

But walking the city streets at night, was a slightly different story. You knew the area well, so you had no fear of being lost. But that doesn't mean that the streets were free of people lurking around and waiting to hurt others.

While making your way down the streets, you began to feel the strangest feeling - as if you were being followed. A shiver up your spine, a moving shadow, a faint footstep. Your brain was suddenly on high alert and you began to notice anything unusual thing around you. You didn't want to look behind you incase someone really was following you. Surely you're brain was just spooking you out, right? Nevertheless, your heart rate still increased as your steps quickened.

You could see your destination at the end of the street. A small cafe, warm and safe.

A sound behind you startled you as you automatically whipped your head around to see a tall man walking towards you. His attire looked that of a normal citizen, but the expression on his face made your stomach churn. He wasn't racing towards you, just taking long strides as the distance between the two of you shortened.

You quickly came back to your senses and begun stepping faster down the street, glancing behind you every couple of steps to check if the man was still following you. He was.

In a state of panic and desperation, you quickly pulled out your phone, dialling the first number you could find. You began to run down he street as you held the phone to your ear, hoping to god that you were over thinking this and that you'd get home safetly.

Your call went through as Marc picked up.

"Hey kid, whats up?" he asks casually, not yet noticing your panicked breaths.

"Marc! I think someone is-" your voice cut off as the phone was hit out of your grip, a hand quickly covering your mouth as your arms were held behind your back, the man pulling you into the nearest alley way.

You struggled to pull away from the man, but he was just too strong, your efforts were for nothing. No matter how much you kicked and thrashed, screamed and hit, it had no effect. You were useless against the attacker.

You felt your body losing strength as the hand over your mouth restricted your oxygen. You could hear a faint voice from your cracked phone on the ground, probably Marc freaking out, but you couldn't make out the words as everything became just a meaningless blur and you passed out.

You woke up, head pounding and body weak. As your vision began to focus, and your mind cleared, you found that you were tied to a tree in the middle of a forest. A surge of panic passed through you as you immediately began to struggle against the rope around your wrists, pulling with your remaining energy, only to be left with a rope burn, no closer to escaping whatever horrible situation you had ended up in.

Your eyes became teary as you looked around in desperation.

"Help!" you called out, only hearing your own echo in return. "Someone help me!" you screamed. You heard footsteps approaching from somewhere behind you, though they didn't sound friendly at all. You recognised those long strides as the scary man who had been following you.

You squirmed more, trying again to pull from the ropes and away from the tree. The man towered over you and you froze, suddenly feeling very small, vulnerable and weak.

"I only wish my sins will be forgiven by Ammit when I finally find the man who ruined her plan for our perfect world," he says, his eyes staring into yours uncomfortably. You were confused, what was he even talking about?

"You know this man don't you? The one who ruined everything, the one who took Ammit away from me. The one who ruined our vision," he accuses. You quickly shake your head, feeling extremely fearful.

"N-no...I don't," your voice shakes.

"So you do not know a man by the name of Marc Spector?" he inquires. You freeze. Marc? What did Marc have to do with this? How did this scary guy even know about Marc?

The man noticed your shocked reaction, chuckling to himself.

"As I thought, you know the Moon Knight. Now, you are going to tell me the location of Marc Spector, so I can right his wrongs, or you are going to die."

Your confusion was only increasing. You had heard of Moon Knight, a new vigalante in the area but you hadn't put much thought into who it might be. Was this man insinuating that Marc was actually Moon Knight? There was no way that was possible. You wouldn't believe it.

The man steps even closer to you, harshly grabbing your face in with his hand.

"Tell me the location of Marc Spector!" he spits out. You try shrink away from him as you shake in fear, feeling extremely intimidated and threatened.

"I d-don't know...." you stutter out. It sounded like this guy wanted to hurt Marc. You couldn't let that happen. For as long as you could, you'd refuse to answer this man's questions. You had to protect Marc if that was the least you could do.

Meanwhile, Marc paced frantically, wracking his brain for possibilites of where you might be so that he could find you.

After you had called him and he heard you struggling in the background just before your phone disconnected, he immediately tracked down the location of your phone. Unsuprisingly, he found it near your favourite local cafe. What concerned him was the fact that it had been smashed and that you were no where to be found in the area. You were still young, so someone could of easily overpowered and taken you away.

Marc continued pacing back and forth in his apartment, holding your phone tightly in his hand. Whoever took you obviously had malicious intentions. Whatever the reason, it had to be bad. Where they took you, he had no idea. But he was desperate to find you and the only solution he could think of involved asking his least favourite god for help. Khonshu.

Putting his pride aside, he begged for the god to help find you. Khonshu, being the manipulative god that he is only agreed to help for a price.

"I will help find the human, Spector, but it will cost you," Khonshu says, voice deep and steady.

"Anything, I'll give you anything," Marc agrees, voice desperate. Who knows what could be happening to you while he searches. He needed to find you, and quickly.

"Your service to me will be extended," the god states unclearly. "That is the deal that I offer you. Do you accept?"

He had to accept the vauge offer, otherwise he had no hope of finding you. Whatever torment Khonshu had planned for Marc would be worth it, if only he could ensure you were safe.

"I accept," Marc agrees.

"I shall search for the human from the night skys. The sky can show me their location. I will inform you when they are found," Khonshu explains before disappearing.

You leaned weakly against the tree behind you. You could feel your wrists burning against the ropes after all of your struggling to escape.

The man who had captured you glared at you, him casually leaning against another tree trunk, his appearance only slightly illuminated by the moonlight peaking through the forest roof.

"If you tell me Marc Spectors location, I'm sure Ammit will forgive you of your own sins, as your actions will aid her in her goal," he states. You didn't understand who this Ammit person was. This man made no sense to you.

At your silence, he stepped away from the tree, slowly walking up to you, his expression darker than before.

"But if you continue to refuse to tell me, I will have to enact her punishment for her and cleanse the world of a sinner such as yourself," he threatens. You gulp and let out a shaky breath.

"Moon Knight is a violent vigilante. This Marc Spector is not the person you think he is. Now tell me his location!"

This man had to be lying. Marc couldn't be Moon Knight. He wouldn't hurt people like that.

"I won't tell you," you breath out in fear.

Your cheek burns as the man slaps you harshly. Your eyes tear up a bit from the pain.

"That is the wrong answer," he says darkly. "Now, give me the right one."

"N-no...." you whisper. Another slap. It hurt, badly. It seemed the man had resulted to violence after your unwillingness to give up your friend.

"Give me the right answer!" he yelled, pulling out a knife from his pocket, the metal shining in the moon light. You flinched at the sight of it.

Was he actually going to kill you? You could hardly process such a thought. You had never fully imagined dying. Your main concerns recently had been your homework, attending school, what to eat for lunch - trivial things now that you think about it. You were to young to imagine death, so why were you doing it now?

"Tell me the location of Marc Spector, or I will kill you in Ammit's name!" he yells, holding the knife up to your neck. You tightly shut your eyes, breath quick and panicked. You couldn't accept the fact that you were about to die, you needed to distance yourself from it.

"Tell me- hhff," his words were cut off with a grunt as the knife fell to the ground.

You opened your eyes in fear to see who you recognised as Moon Knight drag the man away into the darkness of the forest. While you were glad the evil man had been taken away, you were unsure how safe you were around the vigilante. Plus, after all the nonsense that man had said about Marc being Moon Knight, you weren't sure if you could trust anyone anymore.

You heard rushed footsteps approaching as you watched Marc run out of the shadows of the forest, a worried look on his face. You eyes teared up seeing him. Were you finally safe? Or was that man right? Whatever the case, your mind was only flooded with relief at the sight of a familar face.

"Y/n?" he asked in concern, waiting for a response as he took in your appearance.

You bit your lip to hold back your relief, but it was too much as you just suddenly burst into tears, not having to pretend you were strong anymore. Marc cursed to himself, he could only imagine how horrible this was for you. He quickly got to untying the ropes around you.

"I th-thought he was g-going to k-kill me...." you sobbed out, the situation finally hitting you properly.

"God, I'm so sorry this happened to you, kid. You're too young for this...." he says as he pulls the last rope away from you.

You just slide onto the ground in tears, putting your head in your hands as you curl up protectively.

"He wanted to k-kill you t-too...." you inform him through your sobs. He kneels down on the forest floor, observing your behaviour with sympathetic eyes.

"I know, I know. He was a bad man, but he can't hurt you anymore, alright? You're safe now, kid, I promise." You sniffle into your hands and nod softly.

"How about we get out of this forest?" he suggests. You nod again, wanting nothing more to be home and safe. But your body was so exhausted after so much stress and fear from what you just experienced.

"I'm t-tired...." you whisper out weakly. Marc's heart almost breaks at how sad and exhausted you sound. He had never imagined he'd see you be so hurt because of knowing him.

"It's okay kid. I'll take you back. Just....just rest a bit, if you can," he says gently.

You try to calm down a bit, trusting Marc enough that he would take you away from this place and to somewhere safe. Your body basically shuts down, the full force of all the stress finally affecting you as you essentially pass out from exhaustion.

You wake up the next morning on a soft couch in Marc's apartment. You sit up slowly and wince a bit at your pouding headache. Looking around, you notice Marc sitting on the couch opposite you, a worried look on his face.

"I made you some tea," he says awkwardly, gesturing to the cup infront of you on the coffee table. "It's your favourite." You take a small sip, the silence of the room becoming prominent.

You could sense that Marc didn't know what to say after everything that had happened. You didn't know what to say either. You were still confused about the whole situation and still trying to process it.

He just stands up, grabbing some things from his kitchen and placing them on the table infront of you.

"Just incase you wanted some medicine...." he explains. The awkward silence continues.

"Do you want me to patch up the...." he gestures to your cheek and wrists. You look down and notice the rope burn right across your wrist, shivering a bit as you remember last night. The burn had darkened since you passed out. Bringing your hand up to your cheek, you could feel the sting that still resonated from that mans violence. You nod stiffly, trying not to dwell on what happened.

He moves over to sit beside you and applies some ointment and a cover where it's needed. You just silently look down at your lap as he does so. He works gently, a frown plastered on his face as he see's the extent of what had happened to you up close.

He moves to sit opposite you again and watches sadly as you inspect the bandage around your wrists. You had never worn a bandage before.

"I'm so sorry, kid. You didn't deserve this at all..." he finally says. You just look up to him, noticing how genuinely remorseful he looked.

"It's okay, it's not like it's your fault or anything" you say quietly, trying to shrug it off. He looks down in shame, trying to form the words that he found so difficult to say.

"It was my fault, y/n. That man, he came after you because of me. He hurt you because he wanted to find me," Marc explained. You fiddled with the ends of your sleeves as you looked down.

"He was asking me where you were, I think he wanted to hurt you as well," you say with a small frown. "Why was he after you, Marc?" you ask hesitantly.

There's only silence as he doesn't reply. You look up again only to see him looking to the side in shame.

"The man told me that you were the local vigilante, the Moon Knight guy, and that's why he was looking for you. He was lying....right?" you ask.

Marc looks to you, face full of surrow as he considered admitting something to you that he never wanted you to know. He knew telling you would hurt you greatly. But after tonight, Marc thought that maybe you knowing would be better for you. Maybe it would push you away so that you didn't get hurt because of him again. He didn't deserve such a kind person such as yourself in his life anyway.

"It's true," he admits painfully. "He was telling the truth. I'm the Moon Knight."

You look at him unsurely, trying to find any hint that he was joking from his expression. But you found none. He seemed completely sincere.

"But he told me Moon Knight was a vigilante, that he hurt people...." you say, voice wavering a bit as your whole perception of Marc threatened to change.

Marc looked away from you again, he couldn't face the fact that he caused you this much pain. He sighed sadly into his hands and nodded.

"I know, I'm not a good person y/n," he confesses. You look at him with wide eyes.

Moon Knight was a vigilante who hurt people. Marc was Moon Knight. Was Marc going to hurt you? You had always felt so safe around him, had you been completely wrong this entire time?

"You hurt people, Marc...." you say fearfully.

"Only people who deserve it, I promise you," he says genuinly. Could you even trust him anymore? You subconiously leant back and away from him, attempting to form some kind of distance between you and him.

"What if I deserved it? Would you hurt me?" You question, glossy eyes full of fear. Marc was shocked that you'd ask such a question.

"I'd never hurt you, y/n. You don't deserve it, you're a good kid," he said. But you weren't sure how convincing his answer was. You still felt unsure and scared after finding out who he really was.

You felt tears come to your eyes as you thought back to all the years you and Marc had known eachother. Had it all been a lie? Had he been tricking you this entire time?

"Why didn't you t-tell m-me?" you ask sadly, feeling immensly betrayed by the one person you had previously trusted greatly.

"I didn't want you to be scared of me. All I wanted was for you to be happy and safe. I hoped that I would be able to escape doing this in a few years and that everything would go back to normal. But I guess I was wrong...."

"Escape....? Is someone making you do this?" you ask, still worried for his wellbeing even after everything you had learned. Marc looked at you sympathetically, he knew how caring you were as a person so he noticed that you found it in your heart to be concerned for him.

"It's not an easy thing to explain, kid," he sighed. You shuffled in your spot.

"Is someone forcing you to hurt people? Is that why you do it?" you ask carefully. He could tell you wanted to know more so that you could understand his actions. The least he could do was explain this to you.

"I made a deal with someone powerful. In exchange for my life, I'd work for them and do as they said. They give me the ability to save people who need to be saved, but they also tell me to hurt people who they believe are a danger to society." You nodded in understanding.

"I don't want to hurt anyone, and I promise that I will never hurt you, but I have a debt to repay, and this is how I am doing so. I don't agree with my actions, but it's keeping me alive. And I assure you that the people I hurt, they truely deserve it," he explains.

You process everything Marc has said. You found that you could empathise with him, and you could understand his actions to some extent. You had never experienced something as horrible as he is describing, but you can only imagine that his choice must be limited in his situation.

"So....you don't have a choice?" you clarify.

"Unfortunately not. It's just something I have to do. I know it's hard to understand, kid."

You search your brain for some sort of solution. You didn't think he was a horrible person. You felt bad for him and you wanted to help.

"If someone if forcing you to do something, then I think you should tell the police," you say naively. He appreciated your attempt to help. He couldn't blame you. You were still young and this was a hard thing to understand. He didn't even mention the fact that he was indebted to an ancient Egyptian god because he could hardly even believe that himself.

"I wish the police could help, kid. But this isn't something I can escape. I have to repay my debt. Once I have done that, I will be free." You deflated, your idea turning out to be useless. You didn't know how else to help him. You just pouted, sad that someone was doing this to Marc.

"Whoever is hurting you is mean. I don't think your a bad person, just a good person in a bad situation. You don't deserve this," you state simply.

Marc looks at you with wide eyes. You would never know how much those words affected him. He viewed himself as a horrible person and just accepted that he was being punished for existing. After years of abuse as a child and now years of servitude to Khonshu, he had convinced himself that he deserved whatever pain he experienced.

But he finally heard a different perspective. The perspective of young y/n, still naive to some of the worst things in the world, but mature enough to understand. You didn't think the way Marc did. Even after finding out what Marc has done, you found it within yourself to empathise and understand his situation. You didn't think Marc was a bad person. You didn't think that Marc's very existence was a mistake.

Marc hadn't felt such relief in a long time. Maybe you were right. Maybe he really didn't deserve Khonshu's torment.

"Thanks kid...." he says softly, feeling extremely grateful to have someone as kind as you in his life.

"Hm? For what?" you asked, a bit oblivious.

"Just, thanks. For everything. I'm going to make sure nothing like this ever happens again, okay? You're going to be safe from now on," he affirms. You nod.

"And I'm going to find a way to stop whoever is hurting you," you say determined. Marc's expressions softens. You still cared way too much. You look to him with kind eyes and a smile, putting out your hand for a handshake.

"Let's make a deal. You protect me and I'll protect you. Sound good?" you propose. He smiles softly at the childish nature of the deal but puts out his hand to gently shake yours.

"Sure kid, deal" he agrees, grateful that you mananged to always see the best in him.

~~~

A/N: Ooo a fun requrest. I love writing me some good quality angst :'). Was this enough angst though? I think I may have gone a little bit overboard haha.

Thank you to the person who requested this! This request made me super excited and it took me a while to write properly (sorryy), but it's finally done. I hope your satisfied with it!

Also, thank you very much for your compliment <3. I love exploring different platonic relationships between the characters and I hope each of them can speak to the readers in some way. So I'm very glad that you like it! :D

Also I DON'T CONDONE MURDER OKAY GUYS??? I swear! I just wanted it to be wholesome after all that angst. The reader doesn't support all the murderous activity haha, just sympathises with Marcs situation. Idk, it's kinda hard to write fluff when Marc legit just murders people 💀. So let's just look past that, okay, everyone, agreed, cool.

Also if anyone is interested, my art account on Instagram is @ sadly_a_ghost. If you wanted to check it out then I'd greatly appreciate it :)

Have a wonderful day everyonee!

-Ghosty

[sadlyghost]

Hello, hope ur having a lovely day/night!

I just wanted to say I was the one who requested that last fic u posted, abt having destructive thoughts, and I wanted to thank you.

When I requested it, I wasn’t… in the best mindset as u might’ve been able to guess, but this turned out lovely! Thankfully I am in a good headspace right now (“now” meaning as I am currently writing this), tho that may change relatively soon. I moved across the county for my first year of college today and classes start on Monday 😬

I really enjoyed reading this, there were so many details that were perfect. First off, working at a museum w Steven is like my dream career, how did u know lol The feeling of living at or below neutral and needing to self sabotage is all too real. The dialogue I thought was perfect, the reluctant but needed admittance and his unconditional support. The ending was absolutely perfect and made me so happy!

Thank you for taking the time to write such a wonderful story despite whatever feelings a prompt like this might’ve invoked in u (after I sent it in, I realized I probably should’ve put a warning or said you didn’t have to write it if u didn’t want). This was so wonderful, exactly what I needed to hear! 💚

Hey there!

I'm so glad that you liked the story! It means a lot to me :)

Also, good luck on starting college! Moving across the country sounds sooo scary but I'm sure you're gonna do amazing <3. I'm starting University at the start of next year and I'm super nervous but also excited haha. I hope it all goes well for you :D

I appreciate your words, it's very nice to know that people genuinely enjoy my writing. So thank you greatly for that.

Life is super tough sometimes, so taking care of yourself is very important (and you deserve to be taken care of, okay? I promise you.)

I wish you the best and hopefully in the future you can find a job at an epic museum!

Take care of yourself and have a wonderful day :)

-Ghost

[sadlyghost]

I don't really have a lot of context in mind for this but a gn reader who's Steven's friend who is struggling with thoughts of self-harm. C*tting and all that. They haven't actually done anything but still can't stop feeling this way even though nothing particularly bad happened recently.

Thank you!

[CONTENT WARNINGS!] Descriptive self harm thoughts and urges, self depricating thoughts, anxious thoughts, (let me know if you want me to add anything).

Summary: Your self destructive thoughts had somehow found a way to return, regardless of your life going well lately. Feeling fearful of your thoughts, you seek support from your friend, Steven.

Pairing: Steven Grant x (platonic) Reader

Words: 1.7k

A/N: Y'all, please don't read this if you know it will trigger you, okay? I don't want any of you to be hurt. I'm just here to make you feel better, so please take care of yourself.

Your life had been pretty decent lately. Things had been going well for you and you didn't feel completely miserable. It was honestly out of character for you as you usually lived in a neutral state of nothingness, or just below that in a pool of pessimism.

But at the moment, things were good. You felt quite okay most days. Nothing seemed to really be bringing you down - except for the guilt that is.

It was hard to explain, but feeling okay made you feel some form of guilt. After living in such a neutral or low zone most of your life, feeling above average began to feel wrong. It was unfamiliar and caused you to overthink.

When in happy situations, you'd start to find your mind wandering to how life used to be, when things were harder, when you felt horrible. When you'd be feeling somewhat content, there was always a lingering thought which bought back all the bad feelings. It's not like you didn't want to be happy, but these thought patterns were so ingrained in your being that they were hard to forget. You had attached so much of your identity to your hurt, which made moving past it harder. In every situation, you'd always find a way of making yourself feel bad.

It was mostly just annoying at first. A stray thought here and there which you could brush off. But after a while, the pain inside you became harder and harder to fend off as you felt yourself being pulled back into your old thinking habits again.

Nothing bad had happened recently and your life seemed to be moving in a good direction. So why was all this coming back? And why now?

You thought it would go away eventually and you could try moving on again, but things only became worse.

Some of your darkest thoughts had returned, mostly ones relating to your recent happiness. Thoughts about how you didn't deserve to be happy, how you'd never be happy, and how you felt guilty for being happy because there were people in the world who weren't.

Not only that, but your self destructive thoughts had seemed to of returned as well.

Now, you had never actually acted on any of these thoughts in the past, but you had come extremely close to doing so. It was scary. When you were able to access your rational mind, you knew that doing such a thing didn't seem logical, and that you'd probably regret it later. But when in a pit of self hatred, only wanting to self sabotage, the thoughts seemed to be the only solution.

You knew this wasn't normal. Things had been going so well, and you had to go and somehow ruin them again. You could handle a stray thought here and there, but when serious self destructive ideas started surfacing, you knew it was serious.

You hadn't had a support system before so you never asked for help for these thoughts, but you'd made a great friend in the past year and you trusted them enough that you considered reaching out to them on this issue.

Steven worked at the museum with you and after meeting him you two quickly became close friends. It was nice. You'd never had a proper friend before, not one who genuinely cared about you.

You knew you could trust him and you knew you could go to him with anything. Which is why you showed up at his apartment at midnight. He had explained his unusual sleeping habits to you before, so you knew he'd most likely be awake, even at this time.

After a shaky knock on the door, Steven quickly opened the door for you.

"Y/n? What are you doin' here at this hour?" he asked with a small concerned frown as he quickly noticed your glossy eyes and unsure expression.

"Um..." you just said, suddenly feeling insecure and bothersome. Maybe this plan wasn't a good idea and maybe you had just made up your friendship with Steven. Maybe it was all fake. Dammit. Why wouldn't these thoughts go away? Why did you feel the need to sabotage everything? You knew Steven was your friend, so why did you feel like this?

"Wanna come inside? I just made some tea" he said, gesturing for you to enter. You walk in shakily, ending up sitting down on his worn couch. He sits at the other end of the couch, facing you as he hands you the warm cup.

Theres a long silence as you both just sit there. You just stare down at your cup as Steven looks at your side profile with soft eyes.

"Is somethin' the matter?" he asks, voice gentle and caring. You gulp and tap your finger on the cup in your hands, feeling the heat from the ceramic.

"I guess..." you whisper, not having the courage to look at him.

"Did you wanna talk abou' it? Or we can do somethin' else. Or just sit here. Whatever you need," he assures you.

"I think maybe it would be good to talk....about it..." you say quietly, voice wavering from insecurity. You were sure he wouldn't react badly to what you wanted to talk about, but some part of you just expected the worse out of this situation.

"Alright. We can talk if you want. I'm listening." But you hadn't yet formed the words in your head. How could you express something as awful as self destructive thoughts? You just sat silently, wondering if Steven even wanted to hear these things. They were pretty disturbing. What if you scared him away with these thoughts? Why would he even listen to you in this state when he had so many better things to do with his time?

"Honestly, I think I owe you some good listenin'. I know how many times you've tolerated my random rambles. So I really am listenin' y/n, I want to hear whatever it is that's troublin' you," he voiced truthfully, somehow soothing the majority of your worries in the moment.

You took a deep breath before beginning, speaking slowly and quietly.

"I guess I've just been having some....unwanted thoughts lately...and they are worrying me a bit because I know I shouldn't be thinking such things..." you admit nervously. You continue to stare down at your tea, feeling Stevens attentive gaze to your side.

"And it's just annoying because things in my life have actually been pretty good lately. I thought that maybe I finally had a chance at being happy after so long of anything but that. But now everything is coming back and I just want to-....I want to...." you trailed off, still finding it hard to vocalise your self destructive thoughts.

"Want to what?" Steven prompted, voice still soft and calming.

You gulped again, looking more away from him in shame. It was hard to admit this kind of thing to people.

"I want to....hurt myself...." you whispered shakily. Steven didn't say anything right away but you just knew his brain looking for the right words to say next. He had to go about this the right way. He couldn't make you feel even more ashamed or disgusted with yourself. He didn't want to scare you away or judge you. And he didn't want to say the wrong thing to push you further into your harsh thoughts.

"Do you know why you want to hurt yourself?" he asked, not a single hint of judgement in his voice. You just shrugged. It was hard to find one answer to that question. It was all just a jumble of dark thoughts in your brain. You begin fiddling with the cup handle mindlessly.

"Um....I guess I kinda think I deserve it or something. Like, even though things have been going good lately, and I've been feeling better, there's just some part of me that want's to destroy this. Like I want to ruin my chance at happiness because I don't deserve it...." you say shakily, finally voicing your thoughts. Your wrap an arm around yourself in an attempt to comfort yourself.

"And some of these thoughts....they're....graphic. It's scary, Steven. I know I shouldn't want to hurt myself, so why do I keep imagining myself ruining my own flesh and blood?" you ask desperately.

Steven carefully puts both of your cups down as he gently moves over beside you. He carefully puts his hand on yours as looks at your side profile with empathetic eyes.

"This does sound really scary y/n. But I'm glad you came to me about it. I don't want my friend to deal with this stuff on their own, okay?" you nod slowly in response, trying to accept his words.

"I can't even begin to understand how you're feelin' right now, but I want to help you. This really sounds like it's weighin' you down, and all I want is for you to be happy and healthy. I know you can go back to feelin' happy, it just might take some time and effort, alright?" you nod again as he squeezes your hand softly.

"You can call me or come here whenever you want, y/n. I have plenty of things to do if you want a distraction. I can even ramble on for hours if you just want to listen to somethin' else. Or we can always talk, anytime you need. If you want, you can just hang out here, your friendly company always makes me feel better, so I hope I can do the same for you," he offers considerately with a kind smile. You turn to him, feeling grateful for such a wonderful friend.

"Thank you Steven. Really, thank you so much...." you say genuinly.

"We'll figure this out together, yeah?" he says. You nod, feeling so incredibly thankful to have someone as kind as him supporting you through something like this.

~~~

A/N: Virtual hugs for everyone~~ ⊂( ◜o◝)⊃

I hope you're all doing alright :(

To the person who recommended this, I hope it turned out how you wanted. Writing dialouge on things like this is quite hard for me. I don't want to hurt anyone, I want to make y'all feel better, I don't want it to be too specific to me, and I don't want to romantize this stuff. Hopefully it ended up being okay.

Take care of yourselves <3

[sadlyghost]

marc and steven support the reader at their new job? gender neutral reader but you can decide whether its more fatherly or brotherly, thank you!

Summary: You finally agree to let your older brothers pick you up from your new afterschool job. You had feared that they would playfully embarass you as usual, but instead you got to see their proud support for you.

Pairing: Steven Grant / Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Sibling Reader

Words: 1.9k

Content Warnings: Insecurity(?)

You had recently been working afterschool at a small cafe in your area. You were new to the job, but had already adapted well to the environment. You had learned almost all the necessary skills, still getting the hang of some things, but overall, doing very well at your first job.

Your older brothers had been begging to come and see you at your work, but you had kept denying their requests. You knew how good they were at playfully embarassing you and you just didn't want your new coworkers to see you so embarassed. Of course your older brothers always had good intentions, you didn't doubt that, but they knew you so well that they could embarass you in practically any situation.

Steven was usually oblivious though, embarassing you on accident and only realising afterwards. Marc was more tactical, he always had a goal to execute; whether it was prompting you to start a conversation with a classmate you liked, or persuading your family members to favour you.

You wouldn't give them too much of a hard time about it though, it was their brotherly duty to do such a thing. You'd usually react by just hiding your face, shielding yourself from the embarassment as you slid away into the nearest hiding spot until it was safe to come out so that you and your brothers could laugh it off.

You were currently working at the register and handling the customers infront of the cafe afterschool when your brothers entered the store. Today was the day you had agreed that they could pick you up and drive you home from work.

You were too busy to notice as they entered the small cafe, looking around the place and taking in the atmosphere. It was nice, welcoming. They noticed you at the register, serving a customer kindly, which brought a smile to their faces. They hadn't seen you in a work environment before, but it looked like you were doing well, they were very proud.

You then moved on to making another hot drink, your brothers noticing that your concentration face was on full display. They new you well enough to know when you were truely concentrating on your task, even if it was something as small as making a coffee for someone.

They just observed your actions, not wanting to disturb you as you finished up your shift as it seemed quite busy at the moment.

Steven moved to the back of the cafe, just observing you proudly as you moved around behind the counter, collecting various treats for the customers.

After the line of customers had dissipated and there was no one else waiting in the store, Steven stepped forward to the register, deciding to speak to you while the cafe was quiet and empty. You automatically headed over as you noticed another customer you needed to serve in your peripheral vision. But when you looked up, your eyes widened as you realised it was your brother.

"Hiya y/nn," he greeted warmly as he waved at you.

"You're here already?!" you ask, a little shocked that they hadn't come to embarass you yet.

"Indeed we are. You look like such a professional here," Steven comments as he gestures around the coffee store. "Are you suree you haven't been workin' here for months?" he says, acting playfully suspicious, his words implications turning out to be a compliment.

"Not a chance. I started the other week. I still don't know how to use half of this stuff. Plus, a customer said 'thank you' after I served them and then I said 'you too'. Like what the hell? I can't even serve properly," you insult your own abilities, feeling down about your performance at this new job already.

"Heyy, I'm sure you're crushing it. I watched you serve like ten people, you were bloody brilliant. Totally aced it," he compliments. You look away, finding it hard to accept his words. "Here, I'll test it out, 'ey? Which is the best drink?" he asks, looking up at the menu hanging on the wall above you.

"Well you'd probably like the chai," you reply. You knew how much Steven loved his tea so of course you recommended that for him

Steven ordered the tea and watched curiously as you made it. Luckily the rush from before seemed to of died down as no other customers were entering the store currently. You spent your time making it, you knew just how Steven liked his tea so you were hoping he'd enjoy it. He took a sip of it and a wide smile spread across his face.

"Oh wow. Now this is a top tier cuppa. This is proper good y/n," he says, taking another sip.

"Yeah but your my brother, you have to say you like it. It's just sibling rules," you explain, still avoiding his compliments.

"But I'm telling the truthh," he whines playfully. "This is heavenly."

"You're also biased to tea, it's your British-ness," you pointed out.

"Hmm I'd say that I'm an expert, not biased - meaning that I know my good teas from bad" Steven says matter of factly, putting his index finger up.

"I still don't believe you. I've only been here for a couple of weeks. I can hardly make anything right," you say, feeling defeated.

"Seems like I'll have to be the real judge here," Marc says after switching out with Steven. You groan softly, the risk of embarassment just increased tenfold. What was he up to?

"And you know my opinions on tea, y/n, so I'm gonna give you my honest review" he says, referring to his dislike of almost all teas.

You watch nervously as your brother takes a sip of the tea. He nods to himself and then looks back to you.

"Man, Steven wasn't joking. This is actually very good. Maybe you're just a natural barista. Good job y/n," he says, acting surprisingly nice and not cheeky at all. Maybe he was being genuine and maybe you didn't actually suck at this job. Huh.

But you barely have time to brush of his compliments, as your boss steps in from out the back of the cafe, joining you behind the counter as she moves around, doing some general cleaning. Your wide eyes look to Marcs. He knows that look. It's the 'don't embarass me now' look. He chuckles softly to himself. Oh no.

"Excuse me ma'am," Marc calls out to your boss. You quietly groan to yourself, preparing for your older brothers antics on his seemingly life long quest to embarass you.

"Yes sir?" your boss replies, walking over beside you to assess the situation, thinking Marc is about to complain about something.

You watch as Marc adjusts his posture, noticing him putting on his acting face as he selects a character which will help him best suceed in his goal. You thought his goal was going to be just plain embarassing you again, but once he started talking, you became confused with his motives.

"I just gotta say, this is the best tea I've ever had! I mean, damn, you guys serve amazing drinks!" he says, acting unusually cheery. Your boss is relieved and you're just confused. He wasn't going to embarass you completely?

"And this employee here, absolutely wonderful! Great customer service," he states, really going over the top with his smile and facial expressions, which was much unlike your older brother. But he wanted to get his point positvely across to your boss, he was trying to persuade her.

"They did a great job! I can tell they're really skilled at what they do. A lot of care went into this tea. I can definitely taste it," he contiues complimenting you in his overly cheery voice.

"How long have they been working here?" Marc asks your boss, even though he already knew the answer of course.

"Just a few weeks now. They're very talented, aren't they?" your boss agrees.

"A few weeks? Thats impressive" Marc says, acting suprised at this information. "I know they've only been here for a little while, but I think they're a keeper for sure. I mean, I'd be giving them a raise if I were you," he suggests, persuasively. You gasp in shock at his words. Was that his goal here? Was he seriously trying to get you a raise when you had only just started here? That was never going to work.

Your boss considers his words before nodding her head in agreement, much to your suprise.

"You know what? You're very right sir. They definitely deserve a raise," she says. Marc smiles in sucess and you just look at him in disbelief. He really just did that. He totally just convinced your boss to give you a raise.

"You're shift is almost up, y/n. Lets talk about this raise before I let you go, okay?" your boss asks kindly. You nod to her and look back to Marc with wide eyes. Marc just smiles at you, lowkey amused by your shocked reaction.

"I'll wait outside," he whispers. You nod before heading to the back to discuss the raise.

Marc is waiting outside, back to his usual self, no more cheery over the top acting to win you a raise. You walk up to him, jaw still dropped at what he had done.

"I can't believe you just did that. You even put on your whole cheery face and everything," you state. He chuckles at you.

"I think it went pretty well. Did your boss give you a good raise?" he asks curiously.

"How couldn't she after your whole damn speech? It was a great amount" you said, laughing softly as you loosened up a bit.

"Well I'm glad. You're super good at this job, so you totally deserve it," he says, patting you on the back as you both start walking back to his car so they can drive you home.

"I can completely confirm. I've had my fair share of cuppa's in my time. But that was positively delicious" Steven pipes in. You smile, finally starting to believe their words and gain some confidence in your own abilities on the job.

"Well thanks guys. Maybe you picking me up from work isn't completellyyyy horriblee" you admit. Steven laughs at your reluctance to admit such a thing.

"Does that mean we're sheduled for tomorrow as well?" he says hopefully. You nod with a smile.

Turns out, your brothers picking you up from work went much better than expected. Sure you were still a little embarassed, but it was all with good intentions and it turned out well. They are your big brothers, its practically their job to embarass you. Thankfully, their countless compliments and over the top speech to your boss had worked out in your favour. You had even started accepting their kind words.

You were thankful to have such caring older brothers who were enthusiastic to come back and pick you up from your job again and again and however many times you wanted them to. They were the best.

~~~

A/N - Hello, yes, I am indeed back and returned. Sorry I kinda dipped out of Tumblr for a bit.

Hope y'all enjoy this and I hope the person who requested this is happy with it :)

Any and all feedback is accepted. I'm here to improve and make y'all feel better, so knowing what you want and how you feel about this is very helpful haha.

Fun Fact: Chai translates to tea in Hindi, so saying 'chai tea' really just means 'tea tea'.

Have a wonderful day everyone :)

[sadlyghost]

Thanks to the 50 people following me :)

Wow thanks for 50 followers on Tumblr! I know it probably doesn't seem like much haha, but I honestly never thought anyone else would like my writing soooo yeahh.

I have 15 requests in my drafts, I'm working on them, I promise! I'm a bit busy this week but I promise y'all I'll answer all of your requests, even if I just write something small. I hope you'll be happy with it :)

Anyway, thanks again! It means a lot to me.

Have a great day!

[sadlyghost]

Anyone Speak Spanish?

Heya! I've recieved a couple of requests involving Jake Lockely and I was wondering if anyone who spoke Spanish could brielfy help me out?

I've seen lots of people use a few Spanish words when writing his dialogue because of his speaking scene in the show, so I'm guessing people enjoy that. I think I'd like to try it out to that my writing feels more like him (since I'm basically making up a character because he had like 2 minutes in the show haha).

Anyway, just wondering if there were any Spanish words / nicknames I could use when Jake Lockely refers to the reader.

Equivalent words to things like kiddo, kid, buddy, that kind of thing. Gender neutral would be preferable if thats possible, but theres also a few requests where I could use words referring to a girl. Also in Spanish, is there an equivalent of calling someone sweetheart, darling etc but platonically? Lastly, is there a word used when referring specifically to a daughter or a child?

Don't feel obliged to answer this haha, just if you'd like to. Its not your responsibility to educate meee. I'll use google translate and some research otherwise!

Hope this makes sense. Have a wonderful day :)

[sadlyghost]

hey! first off i wanted to say that i love your fics!! also i saw in one of your authors note about gender neutral terms and i know sometimes kiddo is used? or sometimes even buddy in an affectionate way, i can’t really think of many tbh but if you feel more comfortable saying daughter then that’s cool too!! 💖

Thanks for the suggestion!

I usually write a female reader because thats just what I normally write for myself, but for the people asking for gender neutral, I really want to do that for y'all!

I think I'll continue to use x Daughter Reader in the pairing, but I'll ensure that it's written completely gender neutral regardless. Using x Child Reader or x Kid Reader might work, so if enough people genuinly want me to use that, then I can.

If you have strong feelings or opinons or any other suggestions on this topic, then I'd love to hear from you! I just want to make sure my writing delivers what you're all hoping for :)

[sadlyghost]

can u do one where the reader is marc spectors kid but acts a lot like steven grant and they have a lot more in common with steven and maybe its a bit hard for them to bond with marc but then the kid is introduced to steven so marc and the kid have to find their own unique way to bond?

maybe with the line "I dont think he'll ever understand me". up to you if u use it or not tho

cheers!

Summary: You and your father, Marc Spector, had always had trouble connecting and understanding eachother because of your differences. When you finally learn about and meet Steven, the rift between you and your father is only highlighted more, as you realise you get along with Steven better than you do with your own dad.

Pairing: Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Daughter Reader | Steven Grant x (platonic) Teen Reader

Words: 3000

Content Warnings: Angst, slight family issues.

Your father had always had trouble connecting with you. Maybe it was because of his own childhood. Or because you were unplanned and he had to raise you himself. Maybe it was because he didn't know how to be a parent, and had to learn everything along the way.

Whatever it was, you had both sensed it more and more as you grew. You and your father were just simply so different from eachother.

Of course he loved you with all his heart and he would accept you for who you were no matter what, but he just couldn't understand you sometimes. He found it hard to relate and connect with you, no matter how hard he tried. 

You didn't really mind. He was your father and you also loved him no matter what, but you also felt as if there was some sort of barrier between you two. Things never felt complete or at ease, there was always some aspect of awkward force when you two talked, like it was a necessary part of life, not like it was something enjoyable. But thats how things had always been, so neither of you would bring it up to the other, even though both you and your father yearned for a deeper connection with eachother.

Eventually, when he thought you were old enough, Marc explained his situation to you. He thought you were mature enough to handle the information and understand it well. He explained his DID and mentioned Steven to you, and thankfully, you were accepting and understanding of it all.

Marc had made a deal with Steven when you were young. He didn't want Steven to have to look after you when it was Marcs actions which lead to baby you unexpectedly showing up on his doorstep in a basket and with a note from Marc's ex. Steven had a seperate life which he seemed to enjoy and Marc wanted you raise you alone, so they made a deal to only introduce Steven to you when you were old enough to understand.

Marc had also recently been asking advice from Steven. As you became a teenager, the rift between you and your father had only become larger and Marc finally decided to take action before it was too late. Steven had always been more of a people person than Marc, and Marc hoped that Steven could somehow connect with you, which would then allow Steven to give Marc some tips on how to approach things better.

What Marc didn't know, is that you and Steven were going to get along way better than he ever expected.

The day that you met Steven, you felt more seen and heard than you ever had felt in your entire life. It was like you could immediately connect with him. 

"Heya luv, Marc told you about me, right?" Steven says, casually walking into the kitchen to make some tea. You nod softly, feeling a bit reserved at meeting someone new, but any tension was soon gone, as Steven made you feel extremely comfortable.

You noticed immediately that his entire demenour was different to that of your fathers. He seemed looser, more carefree, more welcoming. Not to mention that his accent was completely new to you. British you guessed. He moved around the kitchen to grab some tea bags as he hummed softly to himself. You just observed, kind of shocked to see who would usually be your tense father acting so loose and welcoming.

"Marc said you liked this herbal tea" Steven commented before turning back to you with a cup, handing it to you with a soft smile on his face. You smiled back warmly. 

"Yep, it's my favourite" you said to him through a smile. 

"I'm glad to meet another tea person" Steven joked softly with a welcoming smile. You laughed softly at his words, feeling relaxed around him. 

You both sat down at the kitchen table as you sipped your tea. Steven had been introducing himself to you while you listened. He was such a character, so different than Marc. In fact, Steven felt almost similar to who you were. You connected so easily on so many different things and it didn't feel like any sort of chore to communicate.

"You a book person?" Steven asked casually, before sipping his tea.

"Of course. Either informative non-fiction, or full on fantasy" you said through a smile. 

"Oh what non-fiction do you read??" he asked, seeming excited as he bounced up and down slightly.

"Mostly about different cultures and just general history stuff" you answered. He beamed as he smiled widely. 

"Do you know anything about Egyptian Mythology?" he asked hopefully. 

"Yeah a little bit. I've definitely always been interested in it though" you reply. He seemed to shake in excitement.

"Then look no further luv. I've got so much information on Acient Egypt, you wouldn't believe it!" he said enthusiastically. You laughed softly at his reaction.

"Would you like me to bring some books for you to read when I come around again?" he offered kindly.

"Definitely! I'd love to learn some more about it" you said through a smile. 

You and Steven talked for a few more hours. It was a relaxed friendly conversation. You guys just seemed to get along so easily. It was like you just understood eachother on a level which you had never felt with your father. It was a welcomed feeling. 

Steven seemed to enjoy it as well. He seemed just as relieved to find someone with similar interests as him. Moreover, someone who was willing to listen to his Ancient Egyptian rambles and actually enjoy and learn from it.

When Steven said he needed to go, you honestly felt a bit sad. That sadness quickly turned into guilt. Were you really sad that your father was going to be back soon? You had a great time with Steven and you just hoped Marc would let you speak with him again.

When your father was fronting again you felt a bit more reserved as usual. It was just how you and him were, it had been your dynamic since forever. You often felt as though you lacked something with your dad, but after meeting Steven, you were sure that you and Marc didn't connect on the level that you would like to. 

Marc's usual demenour returned. He seemed a bit more awkward than usual as he looked back over to you with the neutral look in his eyes that he often had. But there was something different in his eyes this time. Almost like he was worried? Fearful? Hopeful? You couldn't quite identify it.

You smiled awkwardly and turned away from him a bit. Marc hesitated to speak at your reaction.

"So, um, that was Steven. I assume you liked him?" he said, voice quieter than usual. You nodded, smiling softly as he observed your behaviour.

"He was very nice" you reply, a warmth in your voice which Marc wasn't used to. It shocked him. You seemed to like Steven so much. You seemed to look at him and speak to him in a way which you never spoke to Marc. It made his heart ache a bit. You had only met Steven once, did you really like him more than you ever liked your own father? 

Marc gulped insecurely and turned away from you as well, feeling discouraged. You two couldn't even properly look at eachother, and all this behaviour was just being highlighted after yours and Stevens interaction. It made everything seem so much more obvious.

"Well I'm glad. He um, he seemed to like you too. You two get along very well..." he said, voice sounding forced and distantly pained. You silently nod before the both of you go off to your seperate places.

The more Steven fronted, the more you came to like him. He felt so different than your father, and you very much enjoyed his company. However, the more time you spent with Steven, the less time you spent with your own father.

Steven had noticed how easily Marc had been giving up control to him. Marc wasn't usually like that, especially not around you. Steven would usually have to persuade and convince Marc to let him front. But recently, Marc has shown no reluctance. In fact, Marc had been encouraging Steven to front around you. This worried Steven. Why was Marc so easily giving up time with you? Steven was of the understanding that Marc wanted to try connecting with you more, so why had he seemed to of given up on that?

You and Steven were hanging out like usual, it had become normal for you two to spend time together doing whatever. Today, you were playing uno with him, both having a wonderful time. 

"I've been here a while luv, I should probably go soon so you have some more time with Marc" Steven says, reshuffling the cards the after the previous game of uno. You look up, unsure if you should say what you were thinking.

"Um....what if you stayed a little longer?" you suggest, almost ashamed by your own words. Steven frowns softly.

"How come? Don't you want to spend some time with your father? He's been hoping you two could connect some more" Steven explains simply. You shrug awkwardly.

"Well I guess I do. But I also like spending time with you. You're just.....different to him. Not in a bad way though, its just.....I don't think he'll ever understand me" you admit quietly. Steven frowns more.

"He tries very hard to understand you, luv. We both do seem to be similar, but that doesn't mean that you and Marc can't connect, it just might take a bit more effort. People communicate and relate in different ways" he explains.

"Yeah....maybe...." you trail off, not really wanting to dwell on the topic more. You thought about Steven's words though. Maybe the two of you just had to try a bit harder.

"A little while longer, okay?" Steven proposes, you nod with a dissapointed sigh as you play your last game of the night before Marc returns.

What you didn't know, was that Marc was distantly listening from the headspace, and that your reaction to the knowledge that your father will soon return broke his heart just a little.

A short while later, Marc decided to ask you something important. Steven seemed to of been making you happier and more open lately, and that was all Marc ever wanted for you. He didn't want to continue making you feel reserved and awkward. If Steven was the key to your happiness, then Marc was willing to step back for your sake.

He always knew deep down that he just wasn't built to be a father. He tried his best to provide for you and to keep you happy, but it seemed he really was lacking. As much as he wanted to, apparently he just couldn't offer you the understanding and connection that you had wanted with your dad.

He had to accept that maybe Steven was better for you.

That's why he sat you down one day and asked you a question which could possibly break his heart.

"Y/n, sweetheart, would you prefer Steven as your father instead of me?" he asked, his voice sounding insecure, hesitant and worried. You looked up him with wide eyes, shocked that he would ask such a question. He looked back at you, desperate for an honest response so that he could ensure your happiness.

"What...?" you breath out in disbelief, unsure of how to answer. Marc looked to the side in shame.

"You and Steven, you seem to understand eachother in a way that I never could. So would you like him to take care of you from now on?" he reiterated softly. You still didn't reply. What kind of an offer was that? Were you just going to switch fathers like it was nothing? Why does it sound like Marc was just going to dissapear? You genuinly didn't know how to respond.

"It's completely fine if you prefer him, I don't mind, I can easily let Steven front more.....or all the time if you want...." he said, voice wavering slightly as he spoke. If you looked close enough, you might be able to notice his slightly teary eyes.

"He can be your dad and you can feel more understood and seen with him around. You can spend as much time as you want with him. How does that sound?" he proposes, before looking back to you, anxiously awaiting an answer. His eyes search yours, desperately trying to understand what was going through his childs mind.

"You don't want to be my dad anymore.....?" you ask insecurely, voice close to a whisper. Marc sighs to himself, what he feared would happen had happened. You two had so much trouble communicating. But this was important, and Marc didn't want you to take this the wrong way, so he was intent on ensuring you understood.

"It's not that. Of course I wan't to be your dad, y/n. But....I've seen how you act with Steven and I was just wondering if you preferred him over me? Would you rather him be your dad so that you can feel understood all the time?" he says, trying his best to keep his voice stable.

"I don't want you to go away....." you admit quietly, feeling a bit scared at what your father was implying. Could your dad just dissapear because of his DID? The thought scared you. Marc sighs in relief, at the very least, his child still wanted him.

"Steven is nice and it's fun to do things with him. But you're my dad..., I still need you" you say honestly.

"But I've tried so hard to make you feel seen and understood, and it hasn't worked. Steven can give that to you, sweetheart" he says sadly. You shuffle in your chair.

"Steven said people communicate and relate in different ways....what if we just haven't found a way that works for both of us?" you say maturely.

"If you want to continue trying then of course I'm willing to as well. I just want you to be happy" he responds. You nod to yourself, feeling determined. Not only were you sad because you always felt a disconnect from your father, but your sadness had increased tenfold after learning how your own father felt about it. He was usually a pretty neutral guy, rarely putting his thoughts and feelings on display. But now he admits that he is willing to step back from your life just so that you could be happy. You had no idea he would ever propose such a thing. It saddened you greatly. Which is why you now felt so determined to make things better. You were going to make a huge effort to mend the disconnect between you and your father, and you just hoped that it would pay off in the end, for the both of you.

From that moment forward, you and your dad created a plan to stick by. You were both committed to this plan, and although the both of you would have to comprimise on things, you were both extremely determined.

You decided to start slow, an activity twice a week for a little while. Both of you suggested things. A walk in the park, going to see a new movie, trying out a new cafe down the street, going to a market. It was fun, awkward at times, but you both ended up enjoying it in your own way.

Next you started cooking dinner together, making the chore fun and fulfiling. You chose some recipe you found online and you'd both try your best to cook it, even though neither you or your father were the best cooks. You ended up learning a lot of skills in the kitchen, and luckily Marc had a lot to teach you.

You two would eat dinner together, sometimes just talking about your days at the table, Marc inquiring about school and you being curious about his job. Other times you'd choose a favourite movie to watch over your meal, alternating between yours and Marcs favourite films.

The more you two shared about eachother, the more you connected. You found that there were similar interests between you two that you could talk about, you just had to try a bit harder to find them. But it was worth it when you could finally have a conversation with your father about something that both of you are truely passionate about.

Over time, things became easier and more natural. You both still had to put in an effort to communicate and be mindful of each others ways of processing and understanding things, but it was much more enjoyable now. It felt like both of your combined efforts were going somewhere positive, and that things were changing for the better.

You and Steven still hang out and had just as much fun as before, but you no longer felt guilty about it, because you knew things were good with your father as well. Same with Marc, he didn't have to worry about you choosing Steven over him as a gaurdian anymore. He felt secure enough that he was fulfilling his role as a parent and that you were truely happy.

You no longer felt misread and unseen, but rather understood and appreciated. You both valued the effort the other had put in to understanding eachother. And even though it took a long time to get there, you and your father were happy about the place that you were in now.

~~~

A/N: Does anyone read the authors notes? Haha. Anyway, thank you to the person who requested this! This was one of my first requests and I'm so sorry it took forever to write! I had it in my drafts for a while. I don't usually write angst between the characters, usually the angst comes from an outside thing, so this was a bit challenging. If the person who requested this is still checking my blog, then thank you very much, I hope this lived up to what you hoped for :) Any feedback is welcome and very much appreciated! If anyone reads these notes, would you like more dialogue in these stories? I enjoy reading dialogue a lot, but I sometimes find it challenging to write. I'd love to know! I've also noticed that many requests want a gender neutral reader, but I continue writing x daughter because I'm not sure what else to use? Is there a gender neutral term for a child? Child is the only alternative I can think of, but that seems to imply that the reader is extremely young if I write x child reader. Of course I make sure to write the character gender neutral but I write x daughter in the pairing. Does anyone have an alternative?

[sadlyghost]

I gotta ask, what film is that gif from with Oscar Isaac and the little girl for your Moon Knight Platonic Requests?

I believe that gif is from a movie called The Promise.

Hope that helps :)

[sadlyghost]

platonic marc and steven from moon knight with daughter reader (but gender neutral reader please) where the reader is a teen and comes home drunk or stoned or smth and marc and steven take care of them. maybe the reader forces the boys to dance with them befoŕe they sleep? up to you, thank you!

Summary: After drinking alcohol for the first time at a party, you quickly regret it. Luckily your dads are there to take care of you.

Pairing: Steven Grant / Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Daughter Reader

Words: 1500

Content Warnings: Alcohol, minor panic, being drunk, slight peer pressure.

Gif Caption - "Hopefully you'll be feeling better soon"

You had been invited to a party by some students from a higher grade at your school. You had hesitated in accepting the offer because only one of your friends were going, but you had ultimately decided that this was an opportunity that you didn't want to miss. You couldn't imagine yourself getting invited to any more of these 'cool people' parties, so you wanted to experience it at least once.

However, that didn't seem to of been a good idea, considering that you were currently awkwardly standing at said party, all alone, yet surrounded by people you'd never spoken to before. The one other friend you had gone with had spontaneously decided to speak to some other people, which left you at a loss of what to do.

Some older students had spotted you just hanging around and walked over, chuckling in amusement as they handed you a red cup.

"Uhhh thanks?" you say in confusion as you grab it, sniffing the liquid and wondering why the older students were even talking to you.

"Try some, you'll have more fun if you do. We don't want people moping around, its ruining the vibe" they explain. You swish the liquid around, inspecting it.

"What is it?" you ask softly. They all chuckle to eachother.

"It's alcohol. Vodka and juice, all the people here are drinking it. Have you never had alcohol before?" they explain and inquire. You shake your head in embarassment. They just laugh, patting your head jokingly, making you feel small and immature.

"You'll have lots of fun tonight then. That'll be enough to get you drunk super quick" they say as they walk off.

You spent a while assesing all of your options and considering trying the drink they gave you. You weren't lying, you had never had alcohol before and you definitely weren't planning on it tonight. But everyone else was drinking this, and they all looked like they were having fun. You're friend had ditched you and you didn't know what else to do but mope around until your dads picked you up.

You ended up deciding to give it a try. It couldn't be that bad right?

Turns out that small amount of alcohol could get you more drunk then you had prepared for. Instead of all the other students who were embracing being drunk and having fun, you stood in the corner, wide eyed as you stared out at the room. You didn't want to move. Your body felt like honey, like if you took a step you'd just collapse onto the ground. It was freaking you out to be honest. This was not what you had planned for at all. Alcohol was supposed to make you have fun, not make you scared.

You tried to call your dads to pick you up, but your vision was so blurry and your brain was so unfoccussed that you could hardly navigate your own phone.

You decided that leaving was what you needed to do. You had made a mistake by drinking that and you just wanted to go home. There was absolutely no point in you staying after your friend had ditched you.

Luckily there was a bus stop just down the street, so afer stumbling there, waiting and practically pulling your body on the bus, you were on your way home.

You somehow made your way back to your apartment and shakily walked in, feeling spacey and tired. Steven, who was cooking dinner in the kitchen moved his head to see you at the door.

"Y/n? You're back already? I thought we were going to pick you up in an hour or so" he voices as he pulls off his oven mits. Steven walks over to you and frowns at your slightly distant eyes.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asks in concern. You look up to him and gulp, you didn't want to tell him what happened, but was hiding it even an option?

"I dran' alcohol" you slur out without thinking it through enough. You frown at your pronunciation. Why couldn't you say it properly? Steven looks down at you kind of shocked. He hadn't expected something like this tonight.

"You...drank alcohol?" he repeats back to you clearly. You just nod, your head feeling heavier by the minute. He looks you over, inspecting your eyes and your body language

"Do you know what type and how much?" he asks. You shrug.

"The vodka stuff and I don' remember how much" you inform him openly, currently having no filter at all.

His stance changes slightly as he crosses his arms and looks down at you, your brain is too spacey to notice.

"What were you thinking?" Marc asks, voice sterner than Stevens.

"I though' alcohol wa' supposed to be fun" you say honestly. Marc just shakes his head at that.

"Only sometimes. But you shouldn't be drinking at this age and you definitely shouldn't be drinking at parties full of students older than you. Who knows what they could do" he grumbles seriously. You just sway in your spot slightly as you almost dose off.

"Woah, woah. You alright there?" Steven says as he puts his arms on your shoulders. You just mumble something incoherent in reply.

"Okay, lets get you to the couch why don't we?" he says as he leads you to sit down. He goes off to grab some water and a damp cloth which he places on your forehead. You just stare at the ceiling as he takes care of you.

"I'm going to murder whoever pressured them into this" Marc says to Steven.

"It might have been a choice as well. Regardless, save the lecture for tomorrow please. Spend tonight considering what you were like at that age - curious and eager to fit in I'd guess?" Steven reasons quietly, you not even paying attention to his words at the moment. Marc grumbles but doesn't say anything, letting Steven know that he was indeed right.

"But they're too young for this" Marc pipes in again. Steven nods in agreement.

"I know. But I'm sure this incident has given them perspective don't you think? I don't assume we'll be dealing with this again any time soon. They have to learn some way, lets just hope they understand now" Steven says. You just squirm on the couch, feeling uncomfortable.

"Do you need anything?" Steven asks you kindly. You sit up and look around. Everything still felt so unreal to you, so you just flop back down onto Steven. He catches you, feeling suprised.

You just lay there before you start playing with his shirt. It felt so soft and nice. You moved your head back a bit to look at the fabric with wide eyes. Steven watches, wondering what you were doing.

"You're sooo soft pa" you say in shock. Steven holds back his laugh at your words and what seemed to be amazement at the simple fabric of his shirt.

"Oh my god, they are so drunk" Marc comments, forcing a voice of dissaproval as he also hides the amusment in his voice.

You stand up and pull Steven with you. You hold his arms weakly and begin swinging them around. He just goes along with it.

"What are you doing?" he asks curiously, still slightly amused by your drunk actions.

"Dancey danceyy" you laugh as you imitate some tap dancing, very badly. Steven had to make sure you didn't fall since your balance was currently non-existent. At least your mood had gone up though.

"Dad come dance wit' mee" you say, still swinging your arms about and humming some random tune.

Marc fronts and goes along with it as well.

"Did you guys take dance classes? This is soo unfairrr" you complain, a little discouraged that your body isn't moving like you want it to.

"I think you're just a little out of it" Marc says truthfully. You continue trying to dance though, regardless of your horrible moves.

"Daa dun ta daa" you sing to yourself as you bust another horrible move. Marc snorts softly.

"Wow, maybe we do need to get you some dance classes, this is truely something" he says in amusement. But you were vibing, so it didn't matter in the moment how good you were at dancing.

Eventually you slowed down though, and your dancing came to a halt. You just leaned forward onto Marc.

"'m sleepy" you mumbled. He patted your back softly and nodded.

"Okay, lets get you to bed" he said, acting like he did when you were much younger and he actually did need to put you in bed like this. You just complied as he picked you up and carried you to your room.

He lay down your sleepy body and placed the blankets over you. He then sat on the end of your bed and waited for you to fall asleep so that he was sure you were okay.

"Thanks dad..." you whispered out tiredly. Marc just looked at you as you rolled over to get comfortable, eyes already half closed as you dozed off.

"And thanks pa" you thank Steven as well. Marc sighs. You made a mistake, but you were going to be just fine, he was sure of it.

"Your welcome kid" he replies softly.

~~~

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope this turned out close to what you imagined. I did try adding some context to the situation, so sorry if that ruins this! Also fun fact, I've never actually been drunk before, even though I'm legally allowed to in my country. So sorry if this is wildly inaccurate! I'm mostly going off what I've seen in movies and stuff. To anyone reading, please don't take a drink from someone, especially if you don't know whats in it. And try not to succumb to peer pressure, you have control over yourself and your own life. Stay safe everyone :)

[sadlyghost]

Platonic Moon Knight Requests

If anyone would like to request a short platonic Moon Knight piece, then I'm thinking I might have time to write some up over the next week or so.

I will write for Marc Spector, Steven Grant or Jake Lockely. You can choose the platonic relationship of course.

Request details are pinned on my blog if you're interested :)

[sadlyghost]

Okay, I saw your "Marc Spector As Your Older Brother" post, and I would personally really like a little ficlet for that. Perhaps Teen!Reader is feeling frustrated/upset by something, and Marc helps her through it? Just a thought.

Thank you, and take care.

Summary: Your older brother Marc helps you through your school stress and frustration over an essay that you just can't seem to get right.

Pairing: Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Sister Reader

Words: 1000

Content Warnings: Slight swearing, self deprication(?), school stress (?), tears(?)

A/N: Sorry this literally took forever to write. I hope you're happy with it :)

GIF CAPTION - "We can do this"

You sat at the dining table, head in hands as you groaned in frustration. You had been trying to write this essay for hours, and for some reason a magical solution to your problem hadn't fallen into your lap yet - which was inconvenient to say the least. The blank crumpled paper stared back at you. You had tried and tried to write, but you kept on erasing your words over and over. You just couldn't get it right. The paper had ended up beaten from your many attempts. Write. Erase. Repeat.

You had started to convince yourself that you were just plain stupid because you couldn't write a simple essay. Why did it seem so hard? You had been trying for hours and still had absolutely nothing.

Your older brother, Marc, stepped through the door into the apartment behind you.

"Heyy I'm back y/n" he calls out as he heads into the kitchen and puts his keys down casually.

You just let out a shaky breath and nod to yourself, trying to will yourself not to cry.

"How was studying?" he asks casually as he checks the fridge for a snack. You don't reply. He looks over the fridge door with a frown as he notices you staring down at the blank beaten paper with teary eyes.

"Not so good I'm guessing?" he ventures. At your silence, he closes the fridge quietly and walks over, pulling out a chair and sitting opposite you. He asesses the situation. School books splayed across the table. Crumpled paper. Essay guides left and right of you. And most importantly, teary eyes.

"The essay?" he asks softly, concluding that this was a school stress problem. You nod as your lip trembles slightly. Marc sighs. Before he can say anything else, you voice your frustration.

"I'm an idiot" you say weakly, almost a whisper, but Marc hears it. His frown deepens. You shouldn't think that way about yourself.

"No you're not" he tries to convince you softly, but you ignore his words. The frustration was too strong right now.

"I literally can't do anything right. I fucking suck at this. I suck at everything" you say harshly.

"I'll ignore that language just this once" he mutters to himself before sitting up straighter in his chair, readying himself for a pep talk he senses he is about to need to give.

"Why do you think that?" he prompts. You gesture to the paper and your study materials splayed across the table as if the answer was obvious.

"I'm incapable" you say shakily. Marc sighs and shakes his head.

"You're spiralling y/n. Lets come back to the essay. What are you finding difficult?" he asks, trying to guide you out of the self depricating pit you had fallen into. You flail your hands around the beaten paper and point at the study guides, your frustration essentially affecting your ability to think straight.

"I don't know- everything. It's all too hard. Too many words. I don't understand any of this. Why does it have to be so damn complicated? I'm not smart enough for this!" you exclaim before putting your head back into your hands to hide the tears that had escaped your eyes.

Marc watched sympatheticaly as your shoulders begin to shake. He sighed and stood, making his way to stand next to you. He gently placed his hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you as he briefly looked over the materials infront of you. Honestly, it did look pretty overwhelming. Seeing that briefly took him back to his time in highschool. Thinking back, he remembered his fool proof way to de-stress when worrying about school work.

"Wanna go for a walk?" he suggested randomly, tapping on your shoulder. You paused for a second, looking up with teary confused eyes to him.

"What...?" you asked.

"Walk. Great way to de-stress. You've been working on this all day haven't you? I think it's time you had a break" he explained. You turned to him and wiped your teary eyes.

"But this is due tomorrow" you stated.

"We'll get it done after a short break. Trust me, you'll make more progress once you let your mind rest for a little bit" he reasoned. You hesitantly looked over the study materials on the dining table.

"Come onnnn" Marc said playfully as he gently pulled you up from the chair and turned you around by your shoulders. He lead you to the door.

"Lets go. It'll be fun. I promise" he said, both of you now heading out of the apartment.

Soon enougn, your essay was forgotten. Marc had taken you to a park down the street to clear your mind. The different environment, fresh air, and lack of study materials surrounding you all helped in easing your frustration over your essay.

On the way back, Marc suggested a quick detour. You happily agreed, now in a much better mood - which was about to improve even more.

"Icecreammm" he exclaimed next you to, earning a laugh from you. He gestured to the local icecream store near your apartment. You smiled.

Marc noticed your smile and smiled to himself as well. He felt like he was succeeding at his older brother duties.

"See? Told you a break would do you some good" he said. You gently elbowed his side playfully.

"Yeah, yeah Mr 'I'm right all the time'. Whatever you say" you joke. He is just happy you're feeling better and able to joke around again.

After the icecream stop you both head back to the apartment, still with plenty of time to work on the essay.

You both sit next to eachother at the table, Marc organises all the books and papers and guides next to eachother so that everything doesn't feel so messy and overwhelming. He looks at you beside him.

"Lets do this together. Yeah?" he proposes. You nod, feeling like you could approach this essay again after a nice break. The help and support of your older brother was also very very much appreciated.

"Together" you say in agreement, filled with determination to conquer this essay and move past your current school stress.

[sadlyghost]

Piano Lessons | Steven Grant x (platonic) Teen Reader

Summary: Steven teaches you a piano song from your favourite movie.

Pairing: Steven Grant x (platonic) Teen Reader

Words: 350

Content Warnings: None

A/N: Random short wholesome piece of writing. I still don't know if anyone enjoys what I write, so I think I'll start small for now. I might end up planning out some actual stories in the future if any of you would like that :) Also, the piano song I imagine them playing is at the end of the story if you were curious.

"Can you show me that part again?" I ask Steven as we both sit infront of the piano in his flat.

"Of course, kid" he says as he repeats the section of the song we were learning. I had asked him if he could teach me something on the piano, and of course, he went above and beyond, and learnt a song from my favourite movie just so he could teach it to me.

I tried to watch closely on how he played the chords and which keys he was pressing down. He gently explained how I should be holding my hand and how I should be pressing down. I nodded along, listening attentively.

"Want to try again?" he offered after he had showed me the chords again. I then tried my best to repeat back what he had just taught me. He smiled widely as I played and looked over to me proudly.

"That was perfect" he commented through a smile. I smiled softly and played it a few more times to make sure I had the hang of it.

"Alright then, all together now?" he suggested.

"Lets try" I responded.

He got ready to play the melody on my right while I focussed on playing the basic chords he had just taught me.

It was slightly off at times, but it sounded good with both of us playing the different parts of the song. If I was slowing down a bit to remember the chords, he would just subtly slow down until I regained the correct pace again.

We both smiled softly as we played: me, because it was my favourite movie's main theme song and I feeling happy that I was able to learn it from Steven; and him, feeling proud that I was playing, having fun and smiling widely in happiness.

After we finished he looked over and ruffled my hair gently.

"Good job kiddo, I'm super proud" he said with a warm smile. I smiled back gratefully, feeling thankful that I had this oppertunity with him.

(here is the music i imagine them playing - just incase you wanted to listen or were curious. it's a very beautiful piece from a fantastic movie)

[sadlyghost]

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Fandoms & Characters -Moon Knight (Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockely)

What I will write -Platonic or familial relationships (parent and child, parental figures, mentor and mentee type relationship, teacher and student (platonic!), friends, siblings, strangers, classmates, coworkers, found family) -Hurt comfort (if you want, you can specify which kind of comfort you want (like physical affection, words etc)) -Most angst topics (CW: self harm, abuse, suicide, anxiety etc) -Fantasy or Supernatural aspects or characters (Werewolves, Vampires, Witches etc) -Most AU's -Female or gender neutral reader

What I won't write -NSFW content -Most romance (unless it's super simple, subtle or a background thing) -Male reader (sorry, I just don't think I'd be very good at it) -Yandere characters

I'll probably update this as I go. If you're unsure, I'm happy to clarify anything, just ask :)