#whumpee jake lockley

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Are You Alright?

Summary: Marc and Steven take care of Jake ❤️

Marc flipped aimlessly through the channels. Nothing good on at this time of night.

"That's the fifth time we've seen that channel Marc. Why don't you just put on a movie?"

The older knight sighed and glanced down at his younger counterpart. "What movie should I put on then?"

Steven shrugged as he picked up another colored pencil. "What do you want Marc? Adventure? Horror? Feel good?"

"I don't know Stevo. Anything I guess."

The younger knight huffed. "Fine. Big Hero Six?"

"No."

"Lilo and Stitch?"

Nah."

"Finding Nemo?"

"Not interested."

Steven threw one of his colored pencils at the older knight. "Now you're just being stubborn."

Marc caught the pencil and threw it back. "I'm sorry Steven I gue---."

Marc's next phrase was cut off by the front door opening and Jake stepping into the flat. When the other two vigilantes caught sight of their friend, they bolted up.

"Jake! What happened to you mate!" Steven demanded as he hurried over.

Jake wiped some of the blood from his face. "I'm fine hermano. Solo un poco de problemas en el trabajo."

Marc wrapped an arm around Jake's shoulders and lead him toward the couch. "That looks like a lot more than just some trouble bud."

Jake pulled away. "I'm fine Marc. No need to worry about me."

"Blimey, you're an idiot!" Steven ran to go get a washcloth.

"He's right you know." Marc grabbed a wad of nearby napkins and placed them over his nose. "Especially if you think that's going to happen."

Jake snatched the napkins. "I'm fine."

"I'd believe you more if you weren't currently covered in blood."

Jake muttered as he held the napkins to his nose. "You should see the other guy."

Steven hurried back in with the first aid kit. "That's not encouraging you twat!"

"Steven, relajar. I'm okay." Jake reached forward. "It's just an arañar."

Steven snatched the kit away. "I've seen a scratch and that's not it clotpole!"

Jake sighed. "Mi hermano---."

The vigilante was cut off as Marc pulled him to the couch. "Jake, you always take care of us. If something goes wrong, you come to the rescue. If one of us get hurt or sick, you swoop in immediately. But this time, you need the help, you need the rescue."

Jake closed his mouth.

Steven cautiously held up the kit. "So can we do the rescuing this time? Please?"

The middle vigilante looked between his two counterparts. Slowly, his gaze lowered to the floor. "No quiero que ustedes dos se preocupen por mi."

"We're going to worry about you no matter what." Marc sat next to Jake. "So why don't we worry about you while we take care of you."

The internal struggle could be seen on Jake's face. On the one hand, he normally took care of each injury, shrugged it off, then went on with life. It was routine, it was familiar, it was calming.

On the other hand, it would be nice to have someone taking care of him. In front of him, he had two people who loved him and cared about him and wanted to make sure he was okay.

The vigilante crumpled. "I---I don't . . ."

A hand squeezed his. "Hey, it's okay. Remember what you tell me? If you want us to stop, we'll stop right away. We'll go as slow and as gentle as we possibly can, and we'll walk you through each step of the process."

Jake's heart warmed. With Marc's past, it made tending wounds difficult. At first, he wouldn't let the other two near him without flinching away. As time went on, Jake had earned his trust by saying those exact same words and doing those exact actions. Over time, that trust became extremely valuable and helped the two build a special connection.

Now it was time for him to do the same with the other two.

After taking a deep shaky breath, Jake finally nodded. "Okay."

Marc nodded before turning to Steven. "Let me see the kit please."

The youngest knight handed over the kit. "Right."

While Marc laid out the supplies, Steven hurried away to get a clean washcloth and bowl of water. Once everything was in place, the two worked together to treat Jake's nose and the other wounded areas they found.

It was hard to sit still, but they held true to their words. They went slow, steady, and carefully tidied up.

Marc tied on the final bandage. "There we go, all good to go."

Jake's heart filled with warmth. "Thank you hermanos."

"It's no problem mate, but for future reference, don't scare us like that? Please?"

"I didn't mean to," Jake apologized as his gaze dropped and his cheeks flushed red.

"I know you didn't mean to. But ya know we love you and we'll look out for you no matter what mate?" Steven scooted forward and wrapped Jake in a hug. "We love you."

Jake returned the hug as a smile pulled up his lips. "Yo tambien los amo a los dos hermano."

While the two shared the embrace, Marc wrapped his arms around both of them. It was a nice reminder that they were all together and that they loved each other. Neither of them wanted it to end.

"Por favor no te vayas," Jake whispered.

"Not planning to bud." Marc soothed. "We'll be right here as long as you need us to."

Jake slowly relaxed into the hold. "Gracias."

[collapse-and-comfort]

Happy Whumpmas (•∇•。) 🎅🎄🎁🦌 🍪 🥛!!! You have just been snowballed by a secret whumper. Help to keep the snowball fight going by anonymously sending this to five other whumpers with a whump-related question of your choice: Who is a whumpee that you didn’t expect you’d end up enjoying whump of?

Happy Whumpmas!

The whumpee I didn't expect to enjoy whump of was Steven Grant from Moon Knight. I would have guessed Marc Spector (or Jake Lockley if he'd been around more) would have been my preference. That isn't to say I would turn my nose up at Marc or Jake whump, but Steven was the one I gravitated toward. Something about him just really tugged at my heart strings!

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ailesswhumptober day 6: multiple whumpees / self sacrifice / "i'm the only one who can do this"

chapter 6 / 7 of the memory of you marks everything i do | not rated, chose not to warn

chicago blends with new york, blurring his sense of time. waiting with childish excitement for a snowstorm only to wake to a blinding sunrise in LA was a sharp reminder that he needs keep a tighter lid on his personal wants.

he doesn't have wants. the only thing he has that's personal is his name. "jake lockley. yaakov zev ben…" he says to one of the many glass walls, flinching back at the reflection. 

how could he have been so stupid? 

"marc? what're you doing out here so early?" marlene asks, and just like that, jake's gone as if he was never there.

"hey," marc replies, turning around. "i was appreciating the view. it's beautiful, but it's got nothing on you." 

marlene's smile shines brighter than the sun, and the blush on her dimpled cheeks provides more warmth than the sun on his back. she welcomes marc easily into her arms and into their bed, and it's only when he tries to fall asleep at night that he remembers why he was really at the window. 

there's something about the wide panels of glass that induces a sort of meditative state, allowing him to access parts of himself, of his mind, via his reflections. it's all in his head, marc knows that - it's not like his reflections are moving around or talking without his input - but it's helpful for his…. condition. 

mirrors are too direct, he's learned, to try externalizing whatever internal crap is causing him headaches. the glass and the ocean beyond it are much better for soothing his racing mind. 

"you're thinking too loudly," marlene mutters. "wanna talk about it?"

"i don't know what it is," marc replies before he can properly consider marlene's question and offer. 

marlene yawns, turning over to face him. "you miss being out there, that much is obvious. camo or cape?"

"what?"

"you're more restless than usual. you keep looking for projects to do, for conspiracies to uncover, for something to fix. the uniform went away along with frenchie; none of the moon-themed gear has left the garage in weeks."

marc blinks at his wife in disbelief. now that she's voiced it, it makes a disturbing amount of sense, and an equally disturbing amount of nonsense. of course he misses jean-paul, but packing away their old fatigues was a practical matter, and of course he'd miss being moon knight, but he suited up just last night.

unless… 

"steven," he mutters, closing his eyes. "what have you done?"

"oh. you're back to playing the blame game, is that how it is?" marlene answers instead, and that hurts more than anything steven could've said. 

marc gets out of bed to wander around the house. it doesn't matter that he's naked and the walls are glass. it doesn't matter that it's cold and his legs lead him to the basement before his mind can get with the program. 

what matters is that it isn't steven leading the way. It isn't jake, either, leaving marc with an odd sensation of being actually alone for the first time in recent memory. 

"don't worry… you'll find a way to live with this." 

the voice echoes off the walls, reverberating in marc's head. 

there's no context for the words, nothing to clue him in to what they mean, yet marc's heart plummets into his stomach and his hands instinctively move to cover his ass. he doesn't know how long he spends standing like that in the basement apartment, doesn't know when steven decided it was time for them to leave, only that it's daylight again when he finds himself fully dressed and co-conscious with him in the gym.

LA blends with cairo, blurring his sense of space. being stationed there with the military had suited marc, which came as no surprise to anyone. what was surprising, however, was steven's cooperation and input into their new life, as well as jake's visceral disgust of it. 

marc excelled at the physical and intellectual aptitude tests. steven had latched onto the rules and routines, which gradually increased his tolerance for uncomfortable sensations. jake had tried to leave a few times, pushing back at the smallest of orders in an attempt to be written up for insubordination, but no such luck. rather than being dishonorably discharged, he had to work extra cleaning shifts in the kitchen, because he got stuck with the one CO who was slightly less rigid than his peers. 

right now, though, jake finds himself seated outdoors at a café across from jean-paul and another man. 

"is he okay?" the man asks, looking from jean-paul to jake. 

he's about to reply that frenchie looks as fine as ever when he realizes the man was asking about him. 

"never better," jake says, giving them a small smile. 

jean-paul, sharp as ever, clocks the expression as jake's. "rob works with active soldiers and veterans; he is familiar with the symptoms of flashbacks and was only asking after your safety."

"is that right?" jake stares at rob. there's no reason to suspect foul play, to think that frenchie would lead him here for anything nefarious, yet jake cannot bring himself to trust either of them. 

"my sincerest apologies." rob bows his head slightly. "perhaps it would be best if I let you two catch up. excuse me," he says as he stands. his hand lingers on jean-paul's shoulder for a while before he bends down to kiss his cheek, then walks across to the park across the street. 

so the doubt in his stomach wasn't doubt, after all, but something new - fear. he severely misjudged the relationship and their current situation, and he needs all the information he can get to fix things with his friend. 

"how long?"

"rob and i met - "

jake shakes his head. "not how long you've been with him. not that i'm not happy for you, i am, really. but i need to know how long it's been since you've seen me."

jean-paul lowers his head. "mon ami, perhaps this is not the place for such talk." 

"you mean this isn't the place for you to break some really bad news to me, right? c'mon, you know i can handle it." 

"but i cannot." jean-paul's voice breaks. "je suis vraiment désolé, mon ami."

cairo blends with london, blurring nothing and everything. he checks in with the bank accounts and flats he established for steven, with the storage units and weapons caches he established with marc, and by the end of a week or perhaps a month, lands steven a job at the museum. 

jake spends a night in steven's preferred flat, the one packed nearly wall to wall with books, after upgrading his wardrobe and removing out-of-date perishables from his cupboards. he tries calling marlene's numbers, personal and professional, to no avail. he starts accessing the TETRA system to see if moon knight could be useful before realizing how stupid that would be. he closes the laptop and stands in the shower until the water runs cold, and it doesn't occur to him until he's standing with a razor in front of the mirror that he is depressed.

jake isn't a proud man, yet he secretly prides himself on the ways he navigates the world and keeps their little family safe. it shouldn't be devastating to see the evidence all around him, the proof that he's no longer needed, but it is. marc has the instincts and intellect of a fighter, steven has the desire to learn and the drive to connect with everyone around him, and together they've spent the past decade being fine without him.

the small bathroom in london blurs with the master bathroom in new york, blending his loneliness with companionship. marlene sits on the counter beside the sink as he brushes his teeth. 

"you know," she says, swinging her legs. "it's been a while since we've done it. what do you think about going out tonight?"

jake lets himself slip back a bit into his head, leaving room for someone else to pick up on whatever marlene's put down. the last thing anyone needs is to read the room wrong and cause a fight. 

"i thought you didn't like being mister knight's assistant," steven replies, setting down the toothbrush. "that you wanted to 'be your own hero,' preferably with a better theme." 

"better suit," marlene corrects him. "i'm not vibing with the moon motif. and, unlike you, i'd prefer not to stand out as a walking target while trying to keep people safe."

"yeah, i can't argue with that. what did you have in mind for the future?"

marlene smiles, hopping off the counter. "now don't be mad," she starts, which only causes marc to work his way to the front. "but buck already made me this, and we took it for a test drive yesterday." she holds out a one-piece bodysuit that wouldn't look out of place on the black widow. 

marlene's suit is closer to purple than black, with a magnetic harness on the back for her escrima sticks and gauntlets for darts rather than widow's bites, and steven has to admit that buck has once again outdone himself. 

one night blurs into ten then to twenty, to one year then to two, blending their lives together. he finds himself sitting cross-legged on the back patio, staring at his reflection in the pool. 

"don't worry… you'll find a way to live with this," he mutters monotonously. 

except he does worry, all the time, and he's tried and tried and tried but jake can't live with the ghost haunting his mind any longer.

it's unfortunate, ironic, that the one job he's built for is the one he can no longer do. three and a half decades of compartmentalizing, of slowly absorbing all the crap surrounding marc and then steven until they becomes core parts of his being, will do that to a guy. the gears turning in his chest are a well-oiled machine, but the ones in his head rattle with thoughts he's not meant to have. or, rather, with thoughts about things like meaning and ownership and personhood. 

the only thing he has is his name, but that's not even his. marc and steven fluctuate on their relationship with elias, but more often than not view him as their father. moshe ben eliyahu. shimon ben eliyahu.

jake, however, doesn't share their views. he wasn't made for that sort of family, and no matter how much he's tried, his very nature is that of the devil. he's the bastard son of the worst scum of the earth.

yaakov ben yitzchak. 

nothing more than an extension of the monster that made him.

"you'll find a way to live with this, yaakov," he tells his watery reflection. "you always have."

marc's got steven, and steven's got marc, even if they're not entirely aware of each other at the moment. they've both got vigilante aspects and a network of friends and colleagues.

jake's known himself, known them all for long enough to know that letting himself do this will be best for everyone. marc and steven have got their own systems worked out - routines and methods of everyday life, not their collective system - and jake's part of playing maintenance is no longer required. 

it shouldn't be devastating to find out that he's not meant for this part of their life, yet it eats away at jake's heart. 

with the foolish hope that he isn't dooming his family, jake closes his eyes and drifts into nothingness.

[whumpalicious08]

What's good my people?

After long deliberation, I've decided to make a whump tumblr. Tbh, it was overdue. Let's cut straight to the chase;

Matt Murdock, Bucky, Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley and Jason Todd whump are my absolute *chef's kiss* favourite whumpees. Also, my original character Isaac, but I'm still not certain if I'll post any of my writing on here, maybe just prompts or scene ideas bc you know ur girl is a procrastinater.

I've got a soft spot for team whump, or mentor/mentee. What does that mean? Mentee's dark past brought up in front of team or mentor. Mentee humiliated by a villain in front of mentor/team. Mentee severely injured, and mentor/team panicking because mentee is supposed to be the best of them, they're not allowed to get hurt. You get the picture.

Some hard lines. I don't like whump that involves real people (celebrities, people you know irl), sexual whump that involves under-age characters, and non-sexual whump that involves characters under the age of 16. Also, graphic rape scenes aren't really my thing, to write or to read. I do like blurred lines in relationships, but only if that relationship is clearly supposed to be coded as harmful (see : killing stalking. Not my thing, but it's a good example of an abusive relationship that ISN'T romanticised ). Also not a fan of whump that doesn't seem to have a happy ending forthcoming, or whump that doesn't intend on involving a caretaker(I need the C in H/C, guys, I'm mawkish).

I don't tolerate xenophobia, racism, sexism, homophobia, any of that shit. Be mindful of others please.

That's all, folks! Hope to catch up w/ you soon <3

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

NEW MASTERPOST!

DNI: Minors, Ageless, or NSFW

Prompts: CLOSED!

Hello there! I decided to make a new Masterpost since my old one no longer worked ❤️ Hello, I am SpaceCadet or you can call me Sweet ❤️ :) I am 26 years old and I have been posting fanficition since 2020/2021 ❤️ I've been a part of the tickle community for a while but never felt comfortable posting about it until later ❤️ For a while, I posted mostly Spiderman and Moonknight fics (hence why they have the most fics) but have started branching into other fandoms as well ❤️ Down below, you'll find the Fandoms I write for as well as a link to my AO3 account with more non-related tickle fics ❤️

And, if you have any questions, feel free to ask ❤️ :)

Fandoms I have written for: (some tickle and whumpee, but mostly tickle)

Spiderman

Peter 1

Peter 2

Peter 3

Harry Osborne

Norman Osborne

Otto Octavious (Octodad)

MJ

Gwen

Tobey Maguire

Andrew Garfield

Tom Holland

Moonknight

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Steven Grant

Layla

Marvel

Irondad

Peter

Harvey

Morgan

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Sebastian Stan

Yondu

Peter Quill

The Greatest Showman

PT Barnum

Philip Caryle

Caroline Barnum

Helen Barnum

Celtic Thunder

Emmet Cahill

Colom Keegan

Keith Harkin

Damian McGinty

Star Wars

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Han Solo

Ahsoka Tano

Anakin Skywalker

Finn

Poe Dameron

Rey Palpatine

Kanan Jarrus

Ezra Bridger

Star Trek

Captain Jim Kirk

Spock

Doctor Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Chekov

Montgomery "Scotty" Scott

NCIS

Tony Dinozzo

Tim McGee

9-1-1

Captain Bobby Nash

Evan "Buck" Buckley

Christopher Diaz

Eddie Diaz

Barbie

Allan

Ken (Ryan Gosling)

Lab Rats

Adam Davenport

Chase Davenport

Tasha Davenport

Merlin

Arthur Penadragon

Merlin

Encanto

Bruno Madrigal

Camillo Madrigal

Avatar the Last Airbender

Katara

Sokka

Zuko

Iroh

Spies in Disguise

Walter

Lance Streling

Wild Kratts

Martin Kratt

Chris Kratt

SpyxFamily

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

Anya Forger

Headcannons

Peter 1, 2, 3

Norman Osborne

Otto Octavius

MJ

Irondad

Harvey

Autistic Peter Parker

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Steven Grant

Star Trek

Y/N Fics

Andrew Garfield

Sebastian Stan

Irondad

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Mando

OC's

Lily

Lila

Kirk

Mullach

If you want more non-tickle related content, down below is my AO3 account you can tour ❤️ :)