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[autismsupermusicalassassin]

Go to sleep my son

Plot: from the past couple of nights, their baby son has a hard time falling asleep at night when they come back to their fist of Khonsu missions, but Jake does something that the other two didn’t know about …singing their baby son to sleep as Moonknight. Featuring viejitia the cat by gunan

A/N: this fic is going to be Base on my moon boys single dad headcanon and a song ficish“Joseph lullaby” by mercy me and I used google translate because there isn’t any Spanish lyrics for the song so yeah enjoy reading this

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“Marc Isaac’s crying again” Steven said to Marc in his reflection in the mirror while trying to calm down their baby son which they named Isaac Randall Spector (Grant , Lockley) after becoming a single father to their little bundle of beautiful child (aka “their mini me”that what Jake jokes on calling him). Recently some how Isaac started to cry at night lately even when khonshu isn’t around, heck he was usually a quiet one when sleeping and napping, but they don’t know how to put him back to sleep, Marc changed the diapers and bottle fed him , Steven rocks him and read him stories but not seems to be working anymore leaving them bags under their eyes when going to work.

Marc frustration is evident on his face “I’m not sure what to tell you Steven.…we can try to read Peter Pan again he seems to love it” he told him he also is worried for Isaac too and they haven’t heard Jake’s options on the matter.

“I dont think it’s a good time for that Marc” Steven replied with ruffling Isaac’s curly black hair and played with his stuff bunny to clam Isaac down even that doesn’t help anymore as Steven is too about to urge to cry over this.

The next night Jake was in front now while patrolling in his moon knight suit his mind wasn’t only on the target that Khonshu told him to kill but on Isaac, he took mental notes about what to do with his son’s refusal to sleep, that’s when got an ideal . “Hurry up Lockley we cannot let our target escape he must me punish” Khonshu yelled in his ear letting him know it’s time for justice “Ay, lo tengo” Jake responded and jumps on the target they were hunting for.

(Time skipped)

The apartment quietness was interrupted by Isaac slowly starting to cry as Jake went in through the window still in his Moonknight suit as he checks on him while Viejita is hiding underneath the furniture just to get away from Isaac crying or him grabbing their tail. Sighing jake looks at Isaac and softly says “I’m back like I said I would Isaac” wiping the tears off isaac’s cheeks taking off his mask warping his son in his cape as a blanket “I understand you mini bebé lunar are refusing to go to sleep lately” the baby whimpers in response making him smile.

Steven and Marc watch through a mirror “what is he going to do Marc?” Steven asked worrying and curious, “I dont know Steven” Marc answered “but whatever he is doing I hope it isn’t bad”

Ignoring his alters commentary about what he’s going to do with Isaac and Jake starts … singing “Vete a dormir hijo mio este pesebre para tu cama Tienes un largo camino por delante Descansa tu cabecita…” Isaac starts calming down and cuddling into Jake’s chest as jake continues singing to him to sleep and rocks him “Vete a dormir hijo mio Ve y persigue tus sueños Este mundo puede esperar un momento más vete a dormir en paz Creo en la gloria del cielo Está mintiendo en mis brazos esta noche Pero Señor, te pido que solo por este momento Simplemente sé mi hijo Vete a dormir hijo mio Nena, cierra tus ojos Muy pronto salvarás el día Pero por ahora, querido hijo mío…”

Isaac’s finally falls asleep in peace leaving Marc and Steven mouth to drop at Jake’s actions, and he looks at them “Que? I’m not all blood and violence you know” Jake responds holding Isaac close to him as the suit disappears. At least the three of them have a peaceful night again.

Tags: @guruan @rmoonstoner

[ivystoryweaver]

He's Okay

"My dad never defended me. Not once."

Summary: No one ever defended Marc. He doesn't want the same happen to his only son. Word Count: 1.3k

Content: overprotective!Marc, angst, discussions of Marc's past/abuse, mild violence, Marc trying his best, mention of food, not beta'd

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From the time your son first scooted across the hardwood floor, Marc has existed on high alert during the day and stood constant vigil each night.

Eyes and ears ever aware of the video baby monitor, he would drop anything at a moment's notice if your child uttered so much as a restless sigh or grumpy gurgle.

The first time your baby fussed all night had Marc pacing the floor, one hand tearing through his curls while the other scrolled one baby website after another, attempting to decipher the cause. This came after an hour of holding and rocking the baby himself.

"I think it's just gas - he's okay," you attempted to soothe both your boys, taking your turn walking your little man.

It was. It passed, like every crisis before it.

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When your son began to really crawl, Marc baby-proofed your home three times over. In fact, you had trouble opening the kitchen cabinets now.

The first time your toddler tripped and smacked his chin on the hard floor, Marc was ready to roll up to the emergency room.

"He's okay, just a bump," you tried to convince him.

Marc didn't put his little boy down for the rest of the night, rocking him, icing his chin, giving him snacks, playing "Pat-a-cake" and generally spoiling him rotten. He gave your sweet angel a bath and put him to bed with all his favorite stuffies and his blankie.

"Daddy loves you so much," he soothingly whispered. "I won't let anything hurt you."

Watching discreetly from the doorway, your heart melted.

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When your kiddo started school, you both walked him the few blocks over, each of you holding one hand as his backpack (which practically swallowed his little body whole) flopped rhythmically on the back of his legs.

"Now, remember - you only have to stay until 1:30 - one-three-zero," Marc reminded him, tapping on his digital Spider-Man watch. "Then we'll walk you back and?"

"Go get ice cream sundaes!" Your five-year-old cheered.

Kneeling down, Marc took his son by the shoulders. "You don't have to be afraid. You're gonna be awesome."

"I'm not afraid, Daddy," he proudly beamed, blinking innocently while cocking his head curiously. "Are you afraid?"

Swallowing thickly, Marc locked eyes with you briefly. "I'm proud of you is what I am."

You thought Marc might climb the walls, waiting on your kiddo to get out of that first day of school. Yes, you both took the day off just to be available for this momentous occasion.

"He's okay," you promised, wrapping your arms around him. "He's been waiting for this day to come - you know he has."

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When your son was twelve, he came home with a black eye and a split lip, attempting to duck into his room before his dad could see...

Ever vigilant, Marc's entire body went rigid before a shuddering tremble urged him forward.

"Who did this to you?" he demanded, his voice stern - eyes flashing with anger.

Seeing his son shrink away stopped him cold.

"S-sorry. I'm sorry," He stammered, kneeling down in front of him. "What happened to you? Who hurt you?"

Your son had gotten into a fight with another kid during lunch. So there was no one for Marc to unload his rage on.

That night, after your boy fell asleep, you saw Marc sink down on the edge of your bed, shoulders slumped in defeat.

Carefully kneeling in front of him, you reached for his hands, caressing his fingers with your own before tenderly kissing each knuckle. Standing up on your knees, you wedged yourself between his thighs, but he turned his head away.

Marc wasn't going to hear you right now. So you gave him a little space, fixed him a drink and took a long shower before checking in again. You found him staring out the bedroom window, gazing up at the moon.

Easing behind him, you wrapped your arms around him from behind, pressing a kiss to the bare skin of his back. He covered your hands with his own, releasing a heavy sigh.

"When I saw his black eye..." He trailed off, shaking his head.

"I know," you softly returned.

Drawing a trembling breath, he pushed his fingers through yours, resting there on his soft abdomen.

"I had so many..." Unable to finish his thought for several long moments, he simply soaked in your love and your touch, steadily drawing breaths in and out to remain calm. "Most of mine were...hidden, under my clothes, but..."

Chomping on your bottom lip, you held back the tears pricking your eyes.

"My dad never defended me. Not once," he whispered. "Not one time."

"Oh baby," you gasped, easing around to hug him for real.

Marc accepted your love - your healing, steady tenderness, folding you close.

"He could have, you know. But he didn't." His voice had faded to a broken whisper.

You understood the entire basis of Marc's parenting philosophy.

"I shouldn't have let him..." he carefully admitted, wincing as he waited on your response, but he couldn't help himself: angry red and brutal blue were colors too familiar. "I can't let him get hurt."

You didn't judge him. He should have known.

"That makes you a damn good father," you said with conviction, turning your gaze up to his.

“When I had Khonshu’s armor, it healed my body, so you can’t see…not anymore.” Sniffing, he shook his head sadly. “Do you think those little cuts on his face will scar?”

“They’re scrapes, they’ll be fine,” you assured him. “The doctor even said so.”

Marc was beginning to realize he couldn’t protect his only son from everything.

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During your son's teenage years, Marc’s (over)protectiveness put some distance between the two of them. Your son was the last kid his age allowed to go online, or go on a date, or get a driver’s license.

But every time he would get angry, Marc would try to extend an olive branch. He would take all his friends to the movies, or simply order a pizza and watch baseball together.

And one day it dawned on him that not one adult ever asked him what he wanted. Or needed. So he asked.

“I just want to feel like you trust me,” your son admitted.

Marc took him to get his license the next week.

Then came the car accident. Because, of course Marc’s only child would be involved in an accident. Marc was expecting it - practically waiting for it.

Thankfully everyone was okay, but the car was totaled.

When you and Marc saw your boy at the scene, you fully expected fireworks, but he charged toward his son, arms open.

“Dad, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry about your car, please don’t be mad.”

And then you witnessed the exact moment Marc far surpassed his own father (as if he hadn't spent you son's whole life doing so).

Taking the boy's face in his hands, he gently smiled. Marc Spector actually smiled in the middle of a life-threatening situation.

“It’s only a car. There are millions of cars.” He touched his forehead to your son's. “There’s only one you. And you’re okay. You’re okay.”

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Sometimes there were failures or broken hearts. Things Marc couldn't punch or fix or threaten. In fact, a life free from Khonshu's service left him with no one who really needed defending.

Years later, your son dropped by for a visit. The three of you decided to take a walk through the old neighborhood, to his favorite ice cream shop from when he was little. Nostalgia mingled with sugar for a bittersweet concoction that opened your hearts for sharing.

As you ambled back toward home, Marc noticed his son walking beside you protectively, closer to the street. He had opened the door for you, he took your hand as you crossed a puddle and even shielded your body briefly as a stupid teenager breezed by too fast on a motorbike.

It was like looking at a younger version of himself, but he was…softer somehow. Stable. He was a man now. And he was okay.

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[starkwlkr]

🙏🏻🙏🏻 i just wanted to double check before requesting so i don't overwhelm your inbox! can i request an au for marc marquez? fans are speculating as to why y/n hasn't been seen at races and has gone radio silent on social media and marc not posting cute stories with her and they think they might've broken up but turns out they had a baby instead? dad!marc has been on my mind for some reason haha. Thank you!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

daddy’s little fan | marc marquez

thank you anon for the request!! dad!marc is always on my mind 🫶🏼

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y/n.l/n looks like i have competition for the title of the biggest marc marquez fan 🥲

fabioquartararo20 i hope he likes the onesie i gifted him!

y/n.l/n he loves it, thank you Fabio!!

marcmarquez93 you two can be my biggest fans ❤️

y/n.l/n santiago and i love you 🤍

paddockgirlies SO THIS IS WHY YOU GUYS DIDNT POST YOURE A DILF AND A MILF OMG

motogp Marc’s biggest fan is always welcome in the paddock!

marquezfans I KNEW YOU DIDNT BREAK UP

alexmarquez73 the favorite uncle is coming to visit!

marcmarquez93 santi said to bring snacks

alexmarquez73 😐😐

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marcmarquez93 resting with my number one fan before COTA ❤️ and y/n is here too

y/n.l/n love you too 🙄❤️

fabioquartararo20 is santi joining us in the paddock?😉

marcmarquez93 he already wants to get on the bike 😊

alexmarquez73 he’s going to win more world championships than you, I’m calling it right now

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pretend it says the baby’s name on marc’s helmet ok? ok 😍😘

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motogp here’s to daddy’s little fan! marcmarquez93 dedicated his COTA win to his newborn son, Santiago. Congratulations on fatherhood, Marc!

wagstyle they’re the best parents already 🥲

fammarquez all the post race interviews are so adorable! love how he talks about his son and y/n

63peccofans63 him putting the hat on baby marquez was my favorite part 😭

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[skootiethedemon]

Ohh Jake your Pun are…to die for 😂 😝 I do have to say Jake making bad pun would be a hilarious gag don’t you think hehe 😜

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée Chalamet and Zendaya at the ‘Dune: Part Two’ premiere in Seoul on February 22, 2024. 💫

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[thedevilrisen]

Nova Vivienne-Taylor Crosby

"In my defence, I was left unsupervised."

A little Introduction to Nova -

Nova Vivienne-Taylor Crosby is her father's pride and joy, born February 2nd 2005, Sidney was completely unaware of her existence until an hour after little Nova entered the world.

Nova's mother was an ex-girlfriend Sid described as someone he fumbled the bag with, losing her eight months previous and one month into the unknown pregnancy. Sid never thought he would have such a overwhelming decrepitness associated with him from the mother that she immediately handed over full custody. This is how he ended hobbling down an unnecessarily bright hallway and unknowingly at the time, into the greatest new chapter of his life.

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Nova Crosby - Facts!

The girl stands at 5'4 and barely reaches 135 pounds soaking wet and is not afraid to bite!

Known on the ice as firey, quick witted and someone with her father's fighting skills, she is not to be messed with!

She has always been a troublesome baby, toddler, kid, teenager and now, adult. Everyone around her seems to be drawn in by her charisma or what her father describes as 'alluring psychoticness'.

She was drafted 5th overall in the 2024 NHL draft to the New York Islanders and has formed a 'concerning' relationship with Mathew Barzal.

Nova met Luke at a Women in Hockey event her father was hosting when she was 16 and Luke 17, going on 18. Luke's mother Ellen was invited to speak and Luke had begrudgingly chose to come with.

He is very glad he did though, because that's where he met his best friend and unknown at the time future girlfriend who was trying in vain to escape her baby sitter for that night Tristan Jarry.

Luke was thrilled when she was drafted to the Isles because it meant his then best friend was only two hours away.

She has always been super close with the Penguins entire team, she hangs out with the guys in the common room, sometimes joins in practice if Sully lets her and joins in on the team wide prank war. More often than not targeting Dan Potash like Flower taught her so many years ago.

Sidney and Nova are what they would consider the bestest of friends. They tell each other everything. Most of the time. Sid helps Nova through everything and is her biggest supporter and protector. For reference, Sid use to play baseball, he makes sure he keeps his bat polished and on hand especially when Nova brought over her first boyfriend.

Nova also loves music! She is really into Benson Boone at the minute but her go to team karaoke is Suspicious Minds by Elvis Presley. (Mainly because Tanger always willingly belts it out with her.)

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I look forward to getting to know Nova with you all!

Please send in asks, I'd love to know what you think of Nova!

[itsfootballbih]

Omg Saka😭❤️

[cheapbourbon]

What if: Moon Knight- everything is exactly the same just Khonshu is 50% more slutty.

[ivystoryweaver]

What a Mother Can Be

Pairing: Moon Dads! Steven Grant x mother!reader, Marc Spector x mother!reader. (Jake is mentioned). The story does not state that this reader has given birth to these children, nor the reader's gender, so anyone who could ever feel like a mother would be included here.

Word Count: 1.7k

Content: MOON DADS!! fluff, domestic fluff, kids, married life, it's Mother's Day, kissing, mentions of food and eating, there is a tinge of angst-ish, as Wendy Spector is mentioned, but this is not an angsty fic. This story is what I wish for the Moon Boys IF this is what they would want. They deserve to heal and they deserve a family if they want one - whatever that may look like. not beta'd

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He finds you in the kitchen early Sunday morning, standing over a hot griddle, pancakes sizzling.

Your babbling toddler wiggles in the high chair, pinching one Cheerio at a time in her chubby fingers and stuffing it into her mouth, making a kind of weird mush as she entertains herself.

You back is turned to him so you don’t realize he’s there until his arms wind around you from behind.

“You can’t cook today,” he breathes on your ear, stealthily removing the spatula from your hand.

You giggle and pretend to shrug him off. “Why not?”

“It’s Mother’s Day,” he declares, with an adoring kiss to your cheek.

“So? We have two boys about to come barreling in here,” you remind him matter-of- factly. “My present to myself is not listening to them demanding to know what’s for breakfast.”

A sliver of shame shoots through Steven's heart. He intended to wake up before you and take care of all this: breakfast and the kids. But Jake was out late last night and he accidentally overslept.

“Dada!” Lockley calls from her high chair, playfully slapping her hands down on the tray.

“Hey, sweet girl,” Steven greets his daughter, bending over to kiss her forehead. “Did you know it’s Mummy’s day?

“Ma-ma, Ma-ma, Ma-ma,” Lockley wiggles back and forth, chanting proudly.

As predicted, two energetic boys burst into the kitchen, their tousled curls an adorable mess.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” the twins shout in unison, holding up a handmade banner, constructed from about 60 post-it notes stuck together.

“Wowww,” you whistle in admiration. “Somebody’s been ransacking my office for supplies.” You wink, kneeling down to inspect their handiwork, and assuming they were unable to locate the construction paper to make this unique banner.

Then you take a closer look as Steven tends to the pancakes, finishing them up and removing them from the heat.

“Oh…” Your eyes mist over instantly when you realize the reasoning behind using such small paper to build a banner.

"There's messages on each one," Grant, the oldest twin by two minutes, shyly murmurs.

"Read 'em, read 'em, Mom!" Your energetic Jakob almost tears the feeble construct apart with his bouncing up and down.

Several of the notes boast simple messages such as, "Happy Mother's Day!" or "We love you!"

A few of them have small handprints - Mother's Day classics. There's even a tiny handprint, with LOCKLEY printed messily underneath.

"We had to write hers because she can't write," Jakob states the obvious. "But she tried to eat the Post-its."

"I'm sure she did," you chuckle, glancing over a few "coupons" where the boys have offered to load the dishwasher, fold laundry, give you a back rub and the like.

Then you notice a rather good drawing of your family under a banner reading, "The Spectors": You, holding baby Lockley. Grant and Jakob are flanking either side of you. And there are three dads pictured and labeled, Marc, Steven, Jake, underneath, "DAD" written in all caps. "MOM" is above your head.

"Grant, did you draw this, bud?" You ask your little artist, ruffling his curls.

"Yeah. It was hard to fit everyone on a Post-it, so I made it on two. So you have to keep them together...okay?" His dark eyebrows shoot up hopefully.

You nod, continuing to inspect each one.

Jake has written a few notes in Spanish and Steven left you a riddle...which led to a second riddle underneath the first one. And a third.

Jakob is giddy, dying to tell you what the riddle's answers are, but Grant silences him.

The bottom post it says, "Turn around."

Curious, you stand back up and turn to find Steven holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand and a wrapped present in the other.

"One-two-three," you hear Grant coach. Then Jakob joins in. "Surprise!" Your husband and twin sons chorus.

"Happy Mother's Day, darling," Steven smiles at you, handing you your gifts. "These are from Marc and me."

"Thank you, I love them," you accept the flowers and kiss him sweetly on the lips.

"And Jake says he's going to get Frenchie to babysit next weekend so he can take you out in the city and 'show you off.' His words."

You snort, clearly amused. "Frenchie wants to babysit these three?"

"Yay!" Jakob cheers. "Uncle Frenchie! Uncle Frenchie!"

"Fen-he!" Lockley attempts, bouncing in her chair.

"See, everyone loves the idea," Steven grins, nodding for you to open the wrapped gift. "You can wear this."

A moment later, as he places your flowers in some fresh water, you unwrap your gift.

"It's beautiful," you gasp, touching the golden necklace, bearing hieroglyphs.

"It represents motherhood," Steven gushes. "Here, I made sure to get the paper that explains it all."

"Thank you." Wrapping your arms around his neck you hug him tightly. "Will you put it on me?"

Steven obliges, and you turn back to your boys. "What do you guys think?"

"It's pretty, Mom," Grant sweetly replies.

But Jakob has already dropped his half of the banner and is reaching for a pancake when Steven clears his throat pointedly.

The five of you gather around the table for an all too sugary breakfast before heading out to the park to get some fresh air, let the kids play and spend some quality time together.

Lockley can't walk quite yet, so she's rolling and scooting on a blanket on the grass while Grant and Jakob play close by.

Steven has already apologized for oversleeping, but you confess that you heard Jake come home extremely late. Lockley had a fussy night, so you turned off the baby monitor not ten minutes after he fell asleep and spent most of the early morning rocking your sweet, fussy girl.

"The perfect mom, as always," Steven compliments, with a sparkle in his eye. "And the day's not over yet. There's more to come."

You tangle your fingers with his, laying your head on his shoulder. After a brief silence, you ask, "How's Marc?"

You normally don't ask one alter to deliver messages for another. Half the time, they don't know anyway. But this is Marc. On Mother's Day.

"Quiet," Steven answers. "I think he's okay."

You hum a response, handing Lockley the pacifier she spit out.

"And you, my love? How are you today?"

Because Steven lost his mom too. And not simply because she passed away, but because the mother he thought was his was not real. Parts of her were real, to Steven anyway. The parts from childhood when she wasn't drunk, wasn't violent.

Those were Steven's memories to hold.

But he lost who he thought she was, as well.

"I'm better this year. Better every year," he nods, eyes focused on his twins playing together. "Get to spend this day with the best mum there is."

He gazes over at you adoringly.

"Thank you," you whisper, sealing your mouth to his.

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Later that evening, after you and Steven have wrangled three kids into bed, you decide to take a quick shower.

When you emerge, Marc is waiting for you with a glass of wine.

"Happy Mother's Day," his dark eyes flicker down the curves of your body and he wets his lips.

"Marc," you breathe, taking the wine glass from his hand and setting it aside so you can throw your arms around him. "I didn't think I would see you today."

His strong forearms flex against your back, pulling you closer. "I'm here. Did you get the flowers?"

"Yeah they're on the dining room table. Thank you, they're beautiful."

"Good." Easing back, he kisses your mouth, before taking your hand and retrieving your wine glass. "Come on."

The sound of the record player drifts faintly down the hall, welcoming you into the den, where Marc has built a fire.

"I know it's May, but I turned the air down low," he explains, answering your quizzical look. "I know how much you love a fire."

You beam at him as he leads you to sit down on the plush rug in front of the fireplace. There's a tray with some adult-worthy snacks, like - the nice brand of cheese and fancy chocolates.

"No kids allowed," he winks, knowing you're always the one to give up the last pancake or slice of pizza for your children, or for him.

"Oooh, okay, this almost feels like an anniversary." You reach for a chocolate as the two of you get comfortable.

"Too much?" He questions, dark eyes focused intently on the way your lips wrap around the candy.

"Owh naw - its puwfect," you mumble, mouth stuffed full of a truffle.

Marc laughs, nodding mockingly, but playfully. "Sexy."

"I know," you humph, finishing your treat. "But today's my day. I don't have to be sexy."

"You couldn't help that if you tried," he smoothly counters, reaching up with his thumb to swipe chocolate from the corner of your mouth.

"You're really racking up the points here, babe, like, this is..." You glance all around you before taking a swig of your wine. "This is good. Really good."

"I thought you could use some kid-free time," he explains, "With your favorite things - without Jakob eating them all first."

You share a laugh, knowing it's true. Jakob is barely a middle child, but he certainly acts like one.

"If you want some alone time, just say the word," Marc adds, a bit reluctantly. "I just want you to be able to relax."

Setting down your wine glass, you pull him close by his t-shirt. "Don't you dare. You're mine."

You surge forward to meet his lips in a hungry kiss, the wine and the pampering treatment truly reminding you of more of a romantic anniversary setting than anything else.

Marc hums against your lips, cupping your face in his hand as you deepen the kiss, licking open the seam of his mouth to taste him. The wine and the chocolate and the essence of your husband soothes and thrills you equally as you melt into his arms.

"Thank you," you whisper, rubbing your nose against his as you part for air. "Thank you for making me a mother."

He touches his forehead to yours and earnestly returns, "Thank you for showing me what a mother can be."

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The one scar Khonshu couldn’t prevent or heal is the ones they got from Wendy…

[marksbear]

could you write a dom male reader or an oc x marc spector? They have one teen son (adopted or fostered) and maybe another younger son and the kids are chaotic but they all love each other. Marc still has DID so steven and jake have appeared in the past and sometimes still do but since he feels safe and happy its a rare happening and the reader or the oc have autism? The sons love to bicker but the older son is very protective of his whole family and maybe the youngest son gets bullied at school so the oldest steps up and beats the crap out of everyone including an asshole parent :] and marc and the male reader were at home finally having an off day alone and things were getting steamy untillllll the school calls them 🙈

Took me a minute to write this, but nonetheless I hope you still enjoy it! I hope I wrote everything that you asked sorry if not! I love writing stuff for dad reader it's so fun!

Os/n= Older son name.

S/n= Son name.

Warning! Cussing, Lemon/spicy, making out, school fight, badass son, detailed fight, blood mentioned, shoving, pushing, stomping, punching. Laid back dads!

Dom Dad dilf reader x Dad Marc spector

Marc wakes up slowly from all the noise and yelling from outside his bedroom. Marc peaks open his eyes looking to the side of him.The spot on the bed was empty and still warm. Marc sits up and stretch’s his body. After a while Marc stands up from the bed walking outside of his bedroom.

Marc steps into the living room and looks around.

His youngest son S/n was on the floor drawing as his older brother beside him messing with him.

“Dad!! Os/n keeps messing with me!” The younger son shouts putting his pencil down before pushing Os/n away from him.

“Os/n! Stop messing with your brother.” Y/n shouts back from inside the kitchen.

“I’m not even messing with you stop being a crybaby!” Os/n says rolling his eyes.

“Hi dad!” S/n says greeting Marc with a smile while Marc does the same “Hi kid.” Marc says going over to him and crouches down messing up his hair.Marc turns to his side looking at his oldest son and reaches out his hand ruffling his hair.

“You boys come eat alright.” Marc says one last time before getting up going inside the kitchen. Marc stares at Y/n watching as he put the food on the plates.

“Need any help?” Marc asks moving forward to Y/n. “Nahh… I got it.” Y/n answers before turning his head around.

“Good morning! I woke up very early.” Y/n says putting the last plate of food down and moves closer to Marc wrapping his arms around him.

“Good morning, and why didn’t you wake me up then after you woke up?” Marc questions with a raise brow.Y/n doesn’t answer only closing the distance between them kissing Marc deeply on the lips. Marc melts into the kiss moving both of his hands to Y/n’s shoulders.

Y/n moves his hands on Marc’s hips brining him close. Marc ruts his hips into Y/n’s crotch as they makeout.

“Ahem!” Os/n clears his throat as he covers his little brothers eyes.

The two adults pull away from each other looking at the teenager.

“Sorry kid.” Y/n apologizes letting go of Marc’s hips and turns back around getting the plates of food.Os/n moves his hand away from his little brothers eyes and follows his dad into the dinning room.

Y/n puts the plates on the table waiting for everyone else to be in their seats before sitting down.

As the family eat S/n rambles on to his family about his latest school project. “A-and also that my teacher says that I may win 1st place!”

“No one cares S/n” The oldest son blurts out teasingly rolling his eyes as well. “Shut up!” S/n responds back shoving his brother a little.Marc only rolls his eyes at the kids antics and continues eating as his husband Y/n pick and stare at his food.

“You guys are gonna miss the bus if y’all keep arguing and not eating.” Y/n says randomly with a smirk. The boys stared at their father thinking to themselves.

“Your dad’s right, I’m pretty sure the bus is already in the neighborhood.” Marc adds before standing up.

The boys scramble to their feet rushing out of the dinner table going straight to their rooms to get their things.Marc laughs at the sight and starts to make the boys their lunch putting it in their bags.Y/n still is at the dinner table finishing his breakfast before anything.

Os/n is done first picking up his bag back and stands by the door waiting for his brother. “S/n! Hurry up before I leave you!” Os/n shouts tapping his foot impatiently.

S/n rushes out his room trying to fix his hair as he scrambled to put his bag back on.Os/n opens the door pushing S/n out before turning to his parents. “Bye dads!” Both boys says at the same time. Both parents wave off their sons watching them leave.

Once the boys were on their way to the bus stop Marc shuts the door and turns around to Y/n.

“You didn’t have to lie to them.” Marc says with a light chuckle walking back to his seat at the breakfast table.

“ I know… I just wanted us to have some alone time. And especially when we adopt a new baby.” Y/n says with a smile reaching out his hand to Marc’s thigh.“We’re gonna need all the time we can get. Even if that means lying to our kids about the bus almost being here.” Y/n adds in leaning in close to kiss Marc.

Marc closes the distance kissing Y/n on the lips passionately.

Y/n melts in the kiss standing up slowly from his chair as Marc does the same. Marc leans against the table as Y/n is in front of him holding onto his waist. Marc sits on the edge of the table wrapping his legs around Y/n’s hips.

Y/n wraps his arms Marc’s lower back holding him tight and close.

TIMESKIP

It was in the middle of the day of school only a few more class periods left and they’ll be done with the day.

Os/n walked around the halls with his friend group going to their next destination.

“And I’m telling you guys she was so fucking hot—“ Os/n gets cut off by bumping into someone.

“The fuck? What the hell.” Os/n breathes out looking around looking at the large crowd he just bumped into.

As Os/n and his friends push past the crowd trying to see what’s going on Os/n heat drops.

S/n bag back and his things were scrambled around the floor.

“Hey Os/n isn’t this your brothers bag?” One of his friends questions as she picks up the bag back and some of its stuff.

Os/n only tunes her out and feeling more determined to figure out what’s going on he pushes people out of his way.

“Get out of my way!” Os/n shouts pushing and shoving people.

Os/n steps in the middle of the circle of the source.

Os/n’s hands closes into a tight fist as his knuckles turns white.

S/n was on against the locker tears running down out of his eyes as kids no doubly bigger than him push and hit him.

Os/n drops his bag back running up to the group of guys grabbing onto the nearest guy shoulder spinning him around and punching him square in the face.

With the new found adrenaline Os/n moves around the boys fighting every single one of them.

Os/n fist flared around punching the boys where it would hurt the most.

As S/n leaned against the locker weakly as he watch his brother fight like hell.

Even though Os/n was clearly out numbered he still fought hard and clearly winning.

Once their was only one man left probably the leader Os/n pounced on him tackling him to the ground as he punch him in the floor repeatedly.

His hits were repeatedly aimed at the face and head even sometimes yanking the boy by his hair and slamming his head back down. Os/n fist were bruised and bloody as he punch the boy again and again. Os/n was on a rampage as he got off the boy and kicked him dead in the stomach.

As teachers run to the scene Os/n fights the boys who got back on their feet sending them back on the ground.

Finally once S/n went back to reality he pushed himself off the lockers and runs to his brother pulling him away as well as the teachers.

The kids who was recording and the others ran away the scene screaming and talking about it.

Teachers quickly pull Os/n and S/n out of the crowd and straight to the office.

TINY LITTLE TIMESKIP.

Both brothers sat side by side inside the front office waiting to be called in.

A parent probably one of the boys Os/n messed up was inside the office walked back and forth stressed.

“Is my boy going to be okay!?! I mean have you saw what that monster did to his face!” The parent screamed having no clue that the monster he’s talking about was in the same room.

“Sir please calm down—“ One of the staff says but gets cut off by the dad again.

“Calm down!?! How do you expect me to clam down especially knowing that some monster fought my kid! I swear to god if I meet that boy’s parents I swear! Who is that boys parents? Animals!?! Because obviously they aren’t real ones.”

The dad exclaims catching Os/n attention.

S/n side eyes looking at his older brothers pissed off face already knowing what’s going to happen.

“Hey asshole! What did you just say about my parents?” Os/n questions with a shout standing up from his chair. “Usually I don’t ask questions, but this time I wanna hear you say it.” Os/n adds walking closer to the parent unfolding his arms.

“So your the boy who stared all of this… Wow I can’t believe you or your idiotic parents—“ the man gets cut off by a fist swinging out out no where connecting to his cheek.

The father head turns to the side in pain and shock.

Os/n wastes no time to punch the man right in the stomach causing the man to hunch over. Os/n hand reaches out to the back of the man’s head grabbing onto his hair tightly before slamming it onto the wall.

Immediately staff pulls Os/n back as S/n grabs both of their things following them into a different room.

Once the adults left the room so it’s only the brothers in there S/n begins to panic.

“What if we get in trouble! Dads are gonna be so pissed! What if you get in jail!—“ S/n nervously blurts out but gets cut off by a pair of arms hugging him tightly.

In the room only soft sniffles could be heard as Os/n cry’s softly onto his brother. “I-I was so scared for you… I’m sorry that I wasn’t there fast enough.” Os/n says weakly as the guilt settles.

“W-were not gonna get in trouble alright. So don’t be scared alright dork.” Os/n says giving S/n a light kiss on the head.

WITH Y/N AND MARC

“Ohh!~ fuck Y/n!~ Hurry up and give it to me!~” Marc moans out as he laid on the bed legs out spread. Y/n held onto Marc’s thighs as he slowly moved the tip of his cock inside of Marc’s hole.

*Ring!!*

The men look away from each other at the phone of the dresser.

“Ignore it!~ HmMm please!~” Marc moans out as he grinds his ass against Y/n’s cock.“You know I can’t.” Y/n responds back rolling his eyes a little before reaching out to the night stand picking up the phone.

“Hello?” Y/n questions as he uses his free hand to jerk Marc off.

“Yes I am their father…” Y/n answers giving Marc a worried look.

“Mhm. Uhm yes I’ll be there with my husband.” Y/n says hanging up the phone.

“School called… And Os/n got into a very serious fight. They even said he fought a kids dad.” Y/n let’s go of Marc’s cock and moves off the bed walking into the closet getting clothes for the both of them.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to continue this later.” Marc says getting up from the bed.“Yeah… sorry.” Y/n apologizes as he puts underwear and pants on.

Marc cups Y/n face in his hands smiling at him.

“It’s not your fault Y/n…” Marc says giving Y/n a light kiss.

TIMESKIP

Marc and Y/n walked inside the office looking around for their kids.

Y/n takes a mental note of how messed up a group of boys and even a man looks.

“Fuck Os/n” Y/n thinks to himself before looking at the principles. The principles able gestures the man inside. With one last look at each other Marc and Y/n steps inside the office.

“Sorry if you two were busy.” The principles says looking at the both of them. Y/n shakes his head no with a smile taking a seat by Os/n as Marc sits by S/n.“The woman on the phone already gave me a run down about what’s going on so could we just go straight to the chase.” Y/n says as Marc talks to their sons getting their side of the story.

“We’ll witness says that S/n was getting bullied and his brother came and saved him, so the punishment won’t be to bad—“

“Punishment? You just said it yourself my son was getting bullied and his brother came and save him since everyone else wasn’t doing anything.” Y/n cuts off the man.

“I know Mr L/n, but there’s no excuse as to why Os/n fought an adult.”

“Because he was talking shit about me and my family!” Os/n exclaims.

“Can’t we just negotiate a reasonable punishment for my son and the other kids please.” Marc says as Y/n agrees. “If that what you’d two like to do.”

“Yes we’ll like that a lot.” Y/n says before adding “Could we host a meeting tomorrow here. It will be easier to talk to all the parents since some is probably working now.”

The principle nods and types in his computer probably documenting this.

“Well then… See you tomorrow. Nice talking with you and please tell the father that my son fought that I say my deepest apologies.” Marc says with a fake nice tone before standing up with the rest of his family leaving.

Once the family is leaving the school and at the parking lot waking to the car Marc breaks the silence.

“So I see you used some of my moves huh?” Marc teases looking at Os/n

“No! I was using my own moves you should had saw!”

THE END

[empressyu123]

Mockingbird- part 1

okay this is my little head-canon scenario,

Little Lorenzo never got toys growing up and has always wanted them, but since he was a teenager he thought it was pretty weird to ask for one

One day, when they were walking around town for some clothes for him. Snuffy started to notice that little Lorenzo had been eyeing some toys, he then made it his mission to find and buy a bunch for him,

there will be a 2nd part but with Chouji and Yoichi

(ik, ik I will write that songfic, i’m writing)

[oddballwriter]

can i get something with DadKnight being the designated parent to play tooth fairy when your child loses their first tooth and they have to sneakily hide cash under their child pillows in the middle of the night 😭

The Tooth Fairy

Summary: Marc takes on the mission of being the tooth fairy and making the switch with the tooth and money when you daughter is asleep.

Warnings: None that I know of honestly 

Author’s Snip: Wholesome indeed, thank you, anon.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 933

“Okay, that’s the end of tonight’s chapter.” Marc concluded as he closed the book that the system have been reading to Abi before bed, looking over to your daughter.

“You nice and comfortable?” He asks, to which the little girl nods as she picks at a part of her mouth. “Don’t pick at your gums, sweetheart. If you do your adult teeth grow in funny.” Marc says as he gently pulls her hand away. “How about that tooth? Where is it? The tooth fairy’s gonna be coming tonight for it.” Marc asks.

He’s mostly asking because this is her first lost tooth and one of the kids in her class told her that means the tooth fairy is coming when it first started getting loose, so now he’s gotta do the whole act for her.

Abi sits up and lifts up her pillow showing the little tooth in a plastic baggie that was used to hold the snacks in her lunch box. Marc nods, knowing where exactly the tooth is meant to be.

“Dad.” Abi was looking towards him and getting a simple “Yes?” in return. “Do you think the tooth fairy is real?” she questions. Marc blinks in surprise but keeps a normal face “Why do you ask that?” he asks. “Well, because, no one ever actually sees her and she also visits all the kids who lose their teeth. But there are a lot of kids losing teeth, so how does she get them all?” she explains.

Marc thinks of something to say and settles on one thing. “I used to wonder that too. But I figured that maybe there was more than one tooth fairy and they’re all meant to take care of the kids in different places. And maybe they’re all shy and don’t want people to bother them.” Marc says. He can see Abi think about it before she nods with a smile “That makes sense.”.

Marc smiles and is about to say goodnight but Abi asks another, less explainable, question. “Why do they collect teeth? And why is it only kid teeth?”. Marc gets up from the end of Abi’s bed upon hearing that. “No idea. But how about we head to sleep so the lady can do her job, yeah?” Marc says as he carefully tucks Abi into bed, kisses her on the forehead, and says good night. He closes the door gently as Abi shuffles in her bed to get comfortable and fall asleep. Marc walks to the living room where you are. "So what's the game plan again?" he asks as he sits in the armchair next to the sofa you're seated on. "Just the normal thing you do when you play tooth fairy. You go in when she's asleep, so maybe about an hour from now, take the tooth, quietly replace it with the quarters, and then get out." you explain matter of factually. "And I have to do it why?" Marc asks.

You shrug "I don't know I figured that you would like to do the honors of doing the first tooth.". Marc looks at you for a second with a puzzled look, "That's a weird honor to do." Marc comments. "Well, I can do it if you want." you say, but Marc quickly says "No, I'll do it." which makes you do a smug thats-what-I-thought look.

"Okay, but we aren't going to be one of those gross parents who keep the teeth as creepy souvenirs, right?" Marc questions. "We are keeping her teeth, but that's for if she develops anything and they need stem cells. Baby teeth are good for that." you clarify. Marc smiles at you for a second and says "That was Steven's idea wasn't it?", you look away with a blush and remark "It's a good idea. Just in case she needs it down the line.".

After about an hour since putting Abi to bed, Marc stands outside her bedroom door. He feels a nervousness in himself that feels similar to when he goes on missions. It feels silly but he finds that thinking about this process like a mission helps him feel more confident. He goes over the plan in his mind before taking a breath and quietly opening the door.

He peaks in and finds Abi soundly asleep and cuddled up in her covers. The light from her rotating lamp, the one Steven bought for her that cast stars around the room, provided enough light for Marc to see and navigate around her room. He carefully made his way to her bed, avoiding the creaky parts of the floor, quietly kneeling down to be able to make the switch more clean.

Marc always wondered just how nerve-racking it actually is to be Indiana Jones when he's making the switch with the statue and the sack in the temple as a kid, now he actually knows as he carefully worms his hand under the pillow and pulls out the baggie.

That's one part complete. Now he has to make the replacement. So he takes the small sheer pouch that holds her tooth fairy money and carefully maneuvers it under her pillow, freezing when Abi stirs slightly, but continuing and moving his hand out once he knows she's still asleep.

Marc quietly leaves and closes the door behind him a second time, this time having done the most high-stakes switcheroo he's done in his entire life. He takes a second before quietly pumping his fist in success knowing that in the morning Abi's going to come running out of her room excited about her prize at breakfast time.

[writeraid]

Look at him. look at this morally complicated skeleton bird man. look at him. Or 'Khonshu! Because why not!'. I've got some other Moon Knighty stuff I've been doodling tonight but they don't really fit in with eachother so I dunno if they'll all be up tonight but at least you get this.

[good-to-drive]

This may sound dumb but I feel like people are willing to acknowledge that a writer or musician or director or pretty much any other kind of artist can touch you and change your life, but they still struggle to see how that can happen with a comedian. But I can honestly say that the alchemy of turning pain or anxiety or just the sheer everydayness of life into a spark of joy has impacted me just as much as any other art form, and in some ways I think shared laughter can actually create more insight and compassion than shared despair.

[therealraewest]

There she is the only good thing to come of this run

But they can't even let Jake have his daughter they have to push parent status onto Marc who literally just learned she existed, instead of the guy who spent the last few years raising her

I'm gonna fight Max Bemis behind a dennys