#copingchaos

[wysteria-clad]

Hii congrats on hitting 1900 followers, I love your work! Could I do a ship request with any of the moonboys?

I'm a pretty awkward and socially anxious brown 23 year old girly, though I try to make the best out of it by being kind. I've got (self deprecating) humor but sometimes im too shy to express it irl (general problem of opening up to ppl). Also pretty sensitive but that also means i'm hyper aware of trying not being a dick to others. So I'm chill but also veryyyy protective and caring which means when someone I care about is being compromised emotionally or physically, then all social anxiety and shyness flies out the window and i get into whatever state it takes to protect them. I'm the eldest daughter, could you tell?

I'd say I'm not conventionally pretty, maybe an aqcuired taste at best. Got dark long hair and brown eyes. About 5'6 in height.

Pretty geeky at heart. I love all kinds of movies and tv shows (lotr, star wars, mcu obvi). And reading anything that makes me feel something, which lately has been poetry. Also i like to paint (digitally). Other interests: philosophy, religion, science (i'm in medical school).

I can kinda see similarities with each of the moonboys, but im really curious what you think!

a/n: sorry this is bit late. thank you!

I ship you with Jake Lockley

Jake could seriously use your protective streak.

He is so used to be to the one to protect others, he is taken aback when you went full rage mode at someone for being a dick to Jake.

He is a mix of shook™ + starry eyes. And goes, 'That's my, princesa' internally.

But still, he is really protective of you.

He is so proud of you getting into med school.

He could listen to you talking and ranting for hours about your favorite movies, tv shows and books. He is a pretty good listener.

He is actually good at calming you down when you get anxiety. He'd say comforting words and hold you in his strong arms gently, stroking your hair till you calmed down.

[nowritingonthewall]

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Thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺

I hope you know that YOU ARE WONDERFUL and that you’re having an amazing and snuggly day 💞💞💞

[fdelopera]

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Giving you a giant hug and thanking you for being so awesome and hilarious! Your posts are always so on point and so funny. You are a bright spot in this fandom. ❤️❤️❤️

[joyful-soul-collector]

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Awwwww you're a wonderful blog too friend!! Thank you so much!

[beaxtrice-newme]

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YOU are wonderful!! Thank you so much ash ily <33

[copingchaos]

[my-secret-shame]

Moon Knight & Arrested Development

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Please know I have literally looked at your comment for ages and just reread it so many times! Thank you so much! I can't express how much your words mean to me and just how my heart feels so full! ❤️

FOR YOU I SHALL!

I have a request if you're taking any. A Jake Lockley x fem!reader. The reader is dating them but is kind of scared of Jake (is very quiet and weary around him, doesn't like his physical touch) because he was cold and mean to her when they first met (he wanted to "protect" Steven) but now all he wants is to hold and love her. The opportunity finally arrives when she's sick and needs his help. (He forcefully fronts bc he's not letting this opportunity go to waste)

Of course! Thank you so much for the ask!

Ahhh, this one got away from me a bit. (And did a bit of it's own thing) I went in to write some angst with Jake and just ended up writing soft!Jake (again, because I can't help myself.) I hope this is okay!

Embrace

Jake Lockley X F!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: Overuse of railroad sentences, typos, hurt/comfort, previous Jake & reader not getting along, sick!reader, fluff, implied Steven x reader and Marc x reader, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning!

Word Count: 1789

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He can’t stop playing it over and over again in his mind. The image looping in a relentless merry-go-round. 

A light touch. His gloved fingertips barely skimming your skin as he tapped you on the arm. A gentle warning that he-they were back. 

You’d had your headphones on as you did the washing up, miming along a song whose beat bled out into the air around you. 

It was like you had known it was him on some subconscious level even before he reached you. 

Your reaction was etched into his skin, carved behind his eyelids. The flinch. The instinctive movement away from him. It was like a knife hacking the flesh away from his chest. 

You had looked at him as you paused your music. Your eyes a little wide and weary before you gave him a small smile. “Am I in the way?” 

The air had stuck in his throat, crushing him under the weight of his breath.

Jake didn’t trust his voice, not in that moment. He swallowed and shook his head. 

You nodded, looking at his hands instead of his face and went back to the washing up. You didn’t turn your music back on. 

.

It had been his fault. Jake knew that. He had been more than distant, cold, purposely keeping you further than an arm’s length and trying to drag Marc and Steven away from you as well. 

You had been a stranger. A danger. A variable that he couldn’t keep a constant eye on. 

There was a small mix up, some bad intel when Jake went out of his way to check on your background - just in case - by the time he realised that he had been working on the wrong information the damage was done. 

.

Jake watched in the background as Steven travelled home, keeping quiet as Marc and Steven talked. They had taken to wearing large over the ear headphones so that they could speak freely in public and look like they were just on the phone. Not that anyone in London would even notice if they were talking to themselves or not. 

He had stayed quiet as Steven showered and got changed, as Marc hoovered and then washed the leftover morning dishes. 

He didn’t even interject in the discussion of what to make for dinner, which was quickly becoming a squabble. 

It was only interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, and you shuffling into the flat. 

But your doorsteps, they sounded… wrong. Too heavy and laboured, missing the normal bounce to your step. 

Marc was about to call out a greeting when Jake pushed to the front, cutting off his words before he had even opened his mouth. 

‘Jake!’ Marc’s voice was loud, but fading as he fell back. 

As Steven spoke at the exact same time. ‘Mate, you can’t just do that-” 

“Something’s wrong.” Jake muttered, his muscles tense. He moved towards the front door, keeping his footsteps light and making the minimal amount of possible sound. He stopped when you came into view.

You were slouched on the settee, crumpled up and drawn in on yourself. Your work bag was still on your lap, your coat and shoes on. Eyes shut. 

There was a horrible twist in his stomach, a wave of panic that buzzed across every nerve. You were hurt. 

He rushed forward, all previous grace forgotten.

You didn’t open your eyes until he put a hand firmly on your shoulder, an action that was worrying enough, “where are you injured?” He frowned deeply, trying to scan you over for any bruising or open wounds. 

“What, I’m not,” your voice came out all stuffy. Bunked up and a little garbled as if you’d just been woken from sleep. 

Realisation dawned.  You were sick, not hurt. He should pull back. He should get Steven or Marc, let them help you. That’s what you would want. 

“I’m just a bit,” your eyes were glassy, your reactions a little delayed. You motioned to your head with your hands. “Cotton wool-y.”

Jake put his hand on your forehead, you were burning hot.

He tutted and knelt down on the ground and began to take off your shoes. Quick and precise in his movements. 

You frowned. Your mind slowly catching up. “Jake?” 

He didn’t pause, didn’t answer. But swallowed when you stiffened slightly. 

“You don’t need to do that.” You whispered.

Jake continued, focused on his task, his warm hand on your calf as he eased your foot out of your boot and placed it carefully on the side before he started on the other. 

You cleared your throat. “You don’t have to.”

He set your other boot next to the first and slowly stood. His movements were slow, precise, careful to not surprise you. As if you were some wild skittish animal that could be spooked by the smallest thing. 

Jake took your work bag from your lap and hung it up on the side, where you liked to keep it. You followed his movements, nerves eating into your stomach. He didn’t have to do this. You were sure he didn’t want to do this. You were nothing more than a burden to him, an annoyance that he had to put up with for Marc and Steven’s sake. You-

“Come on,” he spoke softly, his eyes still downcast as he lent down towards you, gently taking your hands in his to help you to stand. “Let’s get you to bed.” 

“Jake,” the urge to pull your hands back, away from his touch was so strong, but you let him help you up. 

He ignored your words, wrapping one arm around your shoulders, his other hand on your arm as he began to guide you to the bedroom. 

“Jake,”

He stared at his feet,his lips pressed together into a tight line. His long, dark eyelashes were almost kissing his skin in his determination not to catch your gaze. 

“Jake.” You stopped, forcing Jake to as well. Your voice cracked as you spoke, your throat sore and aching. You swallowed. “I don’t need you to do this.”

He looked at you then.

You were expecting to see relief on his face. A nod. For his hands to leave you so that he could go about his evening without having to carry the burden of caring about you for his alter’s sake. 

Instead, his expression made a sharp cut of emotion sink into your chest. 

He stared at you with glassy eyes, his mouth slightly parted. He looked crestfallen. He looked heartbroken.

You didn’t know what to do.

There was a long moment before he spoke. “Please.”

You frowned in confusion. 

“Please,” he repeated. “Please let me look after you.” “Please don’t,” he glanced down again and screwed up his eyes, clenching his jaw and dropping his arms to his sides. Your skin was cold without his heat.

Slowly, you reached out and took his hand. A light touch as you tentatively wrapped your fingers around his. He squeezed back tightly. 

“Please let me look after you.” Jake whispered. “Please.”

You cupped his cheek with your free hand and he lent into it without hesitation, closing his eyes and breathing out heavily. As if the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders. 

“Jake?” 

He opened his eyes, a painful vulnerability dancing in them. 

“Please look after me.” You whispered. 

He smiled, the expression lighting up his whole face in one glorious moment. You’d never seen him smile like that before. 

He led you to bed, only leaving so that you could get changed into your pyjamas. He came back, calling out to you at first to check that you had finished changing your clothes, with his arms full. He carefully placed a new box of tissues and a packet of strepsils on your bedside table, along with some paracetamol and a cooling gel pack that was intended for headaches - explaining that it was Steven’s and he didn’t know if it would be helpful. 

You beamed at him as you sat up in bed, but didn’t get a chance to thank him as Jake rushed out of the room again, coming back quickly with your favourite mug. Steam wafted out of it. 

“It’s ginger,” he said, adding it to the collection on your bedside table, and making sure it sat perfectly in the middle of the coaster. “With some honey, it should help your throat. I can hear that you're a bit croaky.”

The honey touched your heart. There was only one pot of it in the flat, Jake’s vitamin honey that you had never touched. The honey that he refused to share with Marc or Steven, even going to the extent of hiding it. It was one of the few luxuries he allowed himself. 

“Jake,” you spoke so softly you were surprised he heard you. “Thank you.”

He fiddled with his hands, another little smile pulling at his lips. “It’s nothing.”

You shook your head, leaning a little to reach out to take his hand. He reacted straight away, moving towards your touch so that you didn’t have to disrupt your comfort. He sat lightly on the very edge of the mattress when you urged him to, taking your hand in his and running your thumb over his skin in a soothing pattern. 

Jake watched you, mesmerised. Your touch was for him, he wasn’t watching through Marc or Steven. It was his. 

“I’m honoured you know.” You said with a smile. “Letting me have some of your honey.” 

A small flush crept along his skin. For a moment he thought about lying, about saying that there was another jar. He swallowed and spoke quietly. “You’re more important than the honey.”

You didn’t know what to say, words wouldn’t form. 

Slowly, so carefully as if he was now the easily startled wild animal, you leant forward and wrapped your arms around him. You gave Jake plenty of time to move away, to back off. Instead he rushed towards it, quickly embracing you back and just melting into the hug. 

He tucked his head into your neck and breathed out a shaky breath. 

You could feel the tension in his arms, the strain running just under his skin as he fought the urge to hold you tighter, to press you closer to every inch of his body. 

You shifted backwards, laying down, and pulled him with you, urging him to follow. He clutched you tightly, and moved, shifting only slightly so that he was laying next to you and not on top of you. 

He let out the sweetest sigh of content as you coax him to lay his head on your chest and ran your fingers through his hair, still holding you tight. 

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Thank you for reading!

Taglist: @pleasurebuttonwrites @jake-g-lockley @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @cocodiem @oscarisaacsspit @welcometostayingawake @mbakubabe @solobagginses @welcometostayingawake @melodygatesauthor @romanarose @mbakubabe

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[broken-arrow-ambassador]

[silvernight-m]

Not my current painting style, but it's time to finally post my art and set aside this anxiety.

This was for @lunalockley ❤️

Just saw a reblog of @copingchaos that she felt homesick for boys and s2 moonknight.

Yeah...

Me too...

Maybe after Dr. Grant painting, I'll start another piece with three of them again.

Who knows -shrug-

[whatthefishh]

Merry, Happy

AN: self indulgent fic of the week #2. This is part one of three little blurbs of what I think a friendship with the moon boys would look like during Ramadan (and if reader has an inevitable, obvious, unmistakable crush on them). In no way am I trying to misrepresent the boys from their original presentation of Jewish, and if I have in any way please let me know. This is mainly just focused on reader’s time during this month, not to take away from anything the boys do on their own.

Tagging some people who might be interested but this is a no pressure tag ❤️ @looneytooz @marc-spectors-wife @copingchaos @romanarose @xbellaxcarolinax @in-between-the-cafes @melodygatesauthor @360iris @annautumnsoul @minigirl87 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @kittyofalltrades @outlawsredemption

No warnings, just a very short fluff HC

Part I - Steven Grant x Muslim!reader ❤️

Steven and you have a little routine at work: you make meaningful eye contact across the gift shop floor, one of you raises your eyebrow and the other nods, signalling it was time to take your coffee break together

This usually consisted of him drinking one of his niche tea flavours that you’ve never heard of and you making your coffee with the machine in the break room

Then Ramadan came. Steven, of course, wished you, knowing about your religious views after having been work friends for so long

Not to mention the little crush he's been harbouring on you. And no, Steven doesn’t know you like him like that either because he thinks every time he catches you watching him it’s because he’s doing something wrong and you’re probably laughing at him

You came in to work that day with a sticky note on your locker with little drawings of the moon on it, and a hastily written note saying “Happy Ramadan” in his messy handwriting, and he made sure to tell you, too, when he saw you

His demeanour never failed to make you comfortable and happy around him. His soft nature easily coaxing smiles from you but this felt sweeter than any of those other times, your face heating up as you calmed your racing heart.

Nobody had ever gone out of their way to make you feel so seen in a workplace about your faith, and you were used to it. It was something you had come to accept a long time ago, but seeing your friend (whom you already had a hard time not fawning over) put in effort to make you feel celebrated made your heart melt. You had to hold back tears as you thanked him with a watery smile.

Steven unusually was missing during your coffee break that day, and the next, which was slightly disheartening after his sweet gestures but you told yourself he wasn’t your boyfriend and he didn’t have to report to you.

At first you assumed he just missed it because of Donna, or maybe he wasn’t in the next day, or maybe he got caught up overexplaining something to some curious kid who shoved garbage in the displays. Honestly, it could’ve very well been a lot of things. Regardless, you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

On the fourth day he missed your joined breaks, you hunted him down and found him sitting outside on the steps, drinking a tea he’d purchased from the cafe (not his preferred brand or flavour) and munching on a scone that, from the look on his face, wasn’t very good

“Steven? What… what are you doing out here?”

He almost choked on said scone

“Um, hi- uh. Thought I shouldn’t eat in front of you, since y’know… since you can’t eat ‘n all.”

The fact that Steven didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by eating in front of you so he sat outside in the chill March air, all by himself, made you melt. If possible, your crush on this adorable, dishevelled man grew even larger.

You then proceeded to yell at him (affectionately) to come inside before he caught a cold as he looked up at you sheepishly, muttering “alright, alright” while he dusted off his bum from where he was sitting

You vowed to bring him a box full of treats for Eid, and maybe a little extra gift depending on what you could find in East London for him

[einno-arko]

Random set of Twitter posts

Bonus:

(Gonna tag @my-secret-shame, @copingchaos and @joyful-soul-collector as inspiration for making these)

[bluemoonperegrine]

Hat tip to @my-secret-shame and/or @copingchaos for the first two text posts. I can't remember where I found half of them anymore.

[jake-g-lockley]

Mini-Series Masterlist

Tale of the Crescent Moon | Jake Lockley x desi!oc)

Main Masterlist | Jake Lockley Masterlist | Want to be Tagged?

Ganga’s story of how she falls in love with Jake Lockley which also doubles as my love letter to my baby boy

Warnings: A little bit of angst and mentions of Jake's past

Tags: Mini-Series, Desi Original Character, comedy, fluff, angst.

Curated Playlist:

Chapter 1: Celestial

In which Ganga meets a mysteriously familiar cab driver

Song: Right Here

Date: 20th March 2023

Chapter 2: Universe Resides in Us

In which Ganga literally falls for Jake to catch her

Song: Ishq Sufiyana

Chapter 3: Nectar Like Sweetness

In which Jake finds himself in an unexpected place

Song: Tera Naina

Chapter 4: Annapurna’s Love

In which Ganga teaches Jake the magic of food and love

Song: Rasiya

Chapter 5: Purification

In which Ganga and Jake make unbreakable promises

Song: Bae

Taglist: @pakhiya @mintpurplemnm @romanarose @soft-persephone @copingchaos @swiggy-needs-mental-help @brekkers-desigirl @fandxmslxt69 @randomnessfangirl @in-between-the-cafes @bodhisattva11 @marc-spectors-wife @nyotamalfoy @steven-grants-world @jbearre85 @whatsliferightnow @minigirl87 @wonderfulboiledcoldpotato @alexxavicry @autismsupermusicalassassin @flordelalunas @marygraceee @lia275 @euphoricosmo @sky-robin @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @celiaswife @sugarpunch-princess @violet-19999 @ghostheartbeat @kierramofficial @ryebreadsworld @your-voice-is-mellifluous @lil-stark @absolutelybloodyhopeless

[beaxtrice-newme]

Me right now:

lmao 🤣

@scarabgrant @copingchaos look!! 😂

FINALLY I GOT MY BABIES!! (btw I'm level 835 lmao a f-ing journey ngl 🤣)

YES! 😤😍

[whatthefishh]

Merry, Happy II

AN: self indulgent fic of the week #3. This is part two of three little blurbs of what I think a friendship with the moon boys would look like during Ramadan (and if reader has an inevitable, obvious, unmistakable crush on them). In no way am I trying to misrepresent the boys from their original presentation of Jewish, and if I have in any way please let me know. This is mainly just focused on reader’s time during this month, not to take away from anything the boys do on their own :).

Tagging some people, no pressure :) @looneytooz @copingchaos @marc-spectors-wife @romanarose @melodygatesauthor @360iris @vaderstherapist @kittyofalltrades @dameronscopilot @xbellaxcarolinax @annautumnsoul @minigirl87 @campingwiththecharmings @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Marc

After being close friends with Steven for a while, he let you in on his secret. He kind of had to, considering his extensive sick calls and your concern for his well being skyrocketing to the point where one day you showed up to his apartment uninvited, only to come face to face with Marc.

You had only gone there as a last resort since Steven wasn’t answering your texts or calls, and called in sick for the past few days with no heads up. You were concerned, okay? Plus, you brought him some lentil soup that you made, a shitty attempt at copying your mom’s recipe (but vegan of course).

Marc had swung open the door angrily at your incessant knocking, squinting his eyes as he placed you - Steven’s work bestie and object of his affections. Not that you knew that last part.

You quickly noticed he wasn’t behaving like himself and left uncomfortably, urging him to have the soup before turning on your heel when he barely spoke two words to you and leaving. Steven had called you the next day to talk and clear things up. Pretty soon, it was you and Marc having movie nights at their apartment on your shared evenings off when Steven tapped out after a long day at work. It actually worked out in a way since Marc would gladly watch all the loud movies with shitty plots with you, whereas Steven would start shifting in his seat and asking, “are you enjoying this?”

Since you started fasting, you put a pause on your movie nights, choosing to spend the evenings focusing on the spirituality that's highlighted during the month. The boys understood and would text you asking if you’ve gotten to eat yet on those nights, checking in with you from a distance.

Marc would ask what you had for iftar, joking about how you never shared that recipe for your mom’s soup with him, to which you guiltily sent it right away, not thinking twice about it.

The next day, Marc invited you over for dinner, telling you he’s got all the food covered, and yes, he made sure to get the halal meat this time. So you go, expecting to walk in on the kitchen being a mess and him to ask you to help him finish up. You end up walking in to see that he’s already set the table, and just about to put the warm, aromatic dishes out.

You’re kind of shocked, to be honest, not expecting him to pull this off but your mouth starts watering at the smells coming from the covered pots and you just turn to him in glee, smiling so big at the effort he’s put in. He’s excited to seat you, telling you he’s almost done as he pulls out the Challah bread that you love so much to go with the soup.

Basically, he made all your favourites, including the lentil soup that you sent him the recipe for, which you happily dipped the bread into. After eating, he didn’t let you wash the dishes even though you argued with him about how he never soaks the pots for long enough. But Marc was stubborn and it seemed like he wasn’t going to stop talking over you about this.

“Marc, come on, you cooked all this food, at least let me᠆”

“No no, go sit down, go-”

“Marc, stop, c’mon, you don’t even do them right-”

“Yes I do, yes I DO, WHO TOLD YOU THAT-”

“Steven has to wash them twice, come on just-”

“I GOT THIS”

Yeah, you weren’t going to fight with him after his nice gesture.