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The Motel

Jake Lockley X reader word count: 1k warnings: mentions of violence?? blood and injuries, angstyy but also fluff?? who knows

my neighbours were having the loudest sex the whole time i wrote this and it did not help with the ambiance i was trying to create for myself

You look over the text again.

I'll be back late, leave the door unlocked. 

Please don't stay up, I love you.

And of course, you are choosing to ignore it entirely. Chained to habit, you slip up onto the basin and prep to play makeshift nurse. The motel is grimy this time, with blue-hued fluorescent lights and cracking pink tiles. You are sure this is the worst place you've stayed in, spending time hyping yourself up in case of a rogue cockroach and trying to find the source of a bleach ridden smell.

From the crack of the bathroom door, green numbers stick alight, displaying 3:35 AM. Fourteen motels and hotels across the US have been home, running away from one problem or another for months. And for the last 4 hours, you have the fantastic entertainment of buzzing lights and hissing pipes, waiting for Jake's return.

The janky doorknob turns, and a whisper of a swear is caught. Jake is finally crawling back in. Two quick thumps of his boots echo with the pat sound of leather to wood.

"Hi, my love," You whisper, trying to take in the state of him. You don't know what to say. Grazes litter the high points of his face, rouge and raw. His left eye is almost swollen shut, bruises littering his brow bone and a cascade of other injuries, covered with their fair share of blood. The lighting makes it look all the more vicious, the tacky liquid coming up black.

"I told you not to stay up." His voice is barely alive, hoarse and bare.

"Stop it," You start to fiddle with alcohol wipes. "You're too stubborn. Have I ever told you that, Mr. Lockley?"

Jake hushes you, moving between your legs and gliding his hand to the nape of your neck. It's self-soothing, as he brushes at the soft skin, easing into closing his eyes. "I'm fine, mi conejita."

A stillness settles, and for a moment, you try to figure out where you're supposed to start. In all honesty, his condition scares you. He almost seems unreal, face swollen at awkward angles and vulnerable. Jake's stare is cold, a dissociated look locked into the rusted sink. You wonder if Steven or Marc are saying anything or if the pain is just that bad.

"I'm taking there's still no word from Vengeance himself?"

"I don't know what he wants." The words are like déjà vu, ringing out into the silence. Memories of hot dunes- a knife to sutures, courses to the front of your mind. Marc's body crawling towards you, fisting at useless, liquid sand. "I'm stuck waiting like a fucking dog."

You kick-start yourself into shitty medic mode and away from any echoes of the past or failed humour. Slipping your hands down the buttons of his shirt, you peel the soaked cloth off his body. The process starts, patiently wiping away blood from his chest and neck, sinking into soft kisses across the aftermath. It's slow, and the man is patient, keeping his eyes screwed shut.

Jake has always been the toughest, which, contrary to popular belief, might not be the best quality. He's loyal, and harsh, and like a fucking brick wall sometimes. There's a confidence and strength of his that has a way of enveloping you, and something about another man's blood on his hands is (disgustingly) enticing.

And yet, despite this, tonight has proven that things are hitting their boiling point. Khonshu's absence is becoming worrying, and the boys' absence is becoming painful. How much longer can Jake endure cleaning up a ghost's messes, one that he refuses to let the others do?

"It's all just power plays." You soothe, "From experience, I don't think he's actually waiting on anything. Maybe one of us should offer up as a human sacrifice, that'll get his attention."

A snicker escapes Jake, and a kiss is planted on the crown of your head. "Smart girl. It's a wonder why he never chose you for an avatar."

You sneak a mischievous grin, "I think I would be great, don't you?" There's something to his slight grin that might make you consider it.

The man shakes his head, pointing absentmindedly to the mirror. "Hm careful, Marc didn't like that one." Of course that's what brings Marc forward to say something. You try to ignore Jake's morsing glimpses in the mirror and the sour turn to his grin.

"Things will be okay, okay?" You reach out, smoothing over his shoulders. "I know you don't like us saying it- and you don't have to believe me, but it's true."

There's no response from the brooding man, but his eyes lock onto you, brow furrowed. There's that look, the one that chokes you up.

Within seconds, you melt into a meek woman, legs dangling on the bathroom sink- caving into yourself. It's as if he sees through you, watching the cogs turning as you try to figure him out. You'll never win because giving respect to Jake is giving in, letting yourself live on the impulse of submission. It's breaking out of the mould for Steven or Marc and trusting (or more likely, devoting) yourself to what he tells you.

"Come on, let's get in the shower. You can help me clean up." Holding out his hands, they slowly guide you off the sink and eventually into hot water. There you both soak, wincing soft I know's that stay with the steam until the warm water cuts. It's as peaceful as it can be, and you feel your body aching for sleep.

"We'll be home soon, conejita. You've been so patient with me." The brunette whispers, cocooning you with a thin towel and drying himself off in following. It almost feels like home, the chilly draft of London and scratchy cloth.

"Maybe we can wait a bit," A smirk creeps up. "I'm gonna miss the moustache too much."

"I always knew you had great taste."

#moon knight #fanfiction #moon knight fanfiction #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x you #angst #moon knight fic

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Heey I really liked the fanfic you posted yesterday! Just a tip from a Spanish speaker the phrase would be “No te quiero lastimar” or “No quiero lastimarte”

omg thank you so much !! I didn't know whether I had to properly add Tú or if it wasn't needed so this is a big help <3

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Liability

Miguel O’Hara x Fem Reader 

Angst

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: After a failed solo mission, Miguel’s punishment makes you feel as if you’ve become a liability.

finished this at 4am with my botchy Spanish skills so please forgive me.

It had been two weeks since your last fight, and equally two weeks since you had stepped foot out the careful watch of your boss, Miguel O’Hara. You weren’t given the luxury to mistake his hovering. His mindset was clear, you weren’t to be trusted.

One slip of a web was all it took, the anomaly you spent the last month tracking down slipped away, snatching your travel watch on the way out. You let the time pass crying out of frustration and being pushed down by a glitch each time you rose from the cracked pavement.

Maybe it was the amount of time it took for you to muster up the courage to tell Miguel you lost him again, or the fact that he then spent the next two days cleaning up the mess the escapee made. Either way, you had committed your biggest mistake since joining the famous group of vigilantes. Not that you could say their band together was infamous to any universe, but that’s what they were to you, and you had utterly failed.

One of Miguel’s star players had let him down, made a mistake so embarrassing to his reputation, that he couldn’t trust you outside his view. Banished to the filing of any and all reports that came through; that was the dignified job you took on. The only thing keeping you sane was to believe it was all just a humiliation tactic from his end, the more you fought against it, the more he succeeded. At this point you didn’t know what to think. The man barely spoke to you, even on his rarely chipper days.

Sat crossed-legged in a chair; you continued the boredom-striking task. Click drag. Click drag. You missed the moments when Hobie came to visit, the small times where you got genuine interaction and not awkward stares.

“you’re free to go now.”

Silence strung together with tension rose thick in the air. Will that ever fade?

He didn’t turn to look at you, his broad frame still turned to his own screen, eyes cold and cruel as ever. God, he really did find you pathetic after this one.

A beat passed. You always wondered if you should thank him, but that just seemed stupid. Thank you so much Mr. Miguel O’Hara for another silent day stuck at your brooding side. You chose the silent approach, slowly uncurling from your awkward position.

Making your way to the door, you heard him call on Lyla, muttering about a mission he needed to put another man on, one that wasn’t you.

“Just take her name off as an option, I don’t want her out right now.”

The words broke you down, weirdly in a way that no other snide comment from the man had before. Since you arrived all you strived for was the acknowledgment of your skills, to show you could become useful. Now, it feels like the rug had been pulled from under you. How long until you get sent back home? How long until Miguel admits you have become a liability?

Please just say anything else, anything so I know you don’t hate-

Miguel calls your name, sharp and devoid of any readable emotion.

“you’ve forgotten your day pass. That’s the second time this week.”

You gritted your teeth, “Thank you.”

“Try not to do that again, you’re glitching has gotten worse.”

That was it, The final stroke. Storming forward, you swipe the scanner off the desk, cheeks burning red with emotion. “You don’t have to scold me like I’m a child, Miguel.”

“Trust me, I know I don't.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not doing this right now, you can leave.” 

Beat. 

“It was one mistake! How does that constitute shunning me away?” Your body was hot, a magma bubbling into adrenaline. With a racing heart, you refused to back down. Everyday sitting in his office like a lap dog for all your friends and accomplices to watch, you couldn’t take it.

The man’s shoulders stiffen, his body toughening to a cold, ridged stance. Slowly, his gaze fell onto you. There they were, those piercing eyes.

That silent tension melted into something thicker and harder to hide from, fear. Fear that radiated off you in waves he could sense like a strike to the face.

“You don’t get to make those choices,” His voice spoke as a mutter, like he was hiding a seething tone from slipping out. “You don’t get to tell me how I choose to keep you safe.”

“You don’t get to talk about me like I’m not right here! I’ve always been on top of things- ever since I got here. Why do I slip up once and you get to treat me like I’m in idiot? Am I that humiliating for you?”

Beat. This one is too long, his eyes shift for just a moment, caught between thoughts. It’s a second of weakness that makes you apprehensive.

“I’m not letting you on any more missions.”

No-

“You’re sending me back.”

He shakes his head, dejected. “No, I’m not- just shit. Please don't make this harder than it has to be. For your sake.”

“Are you kidding me? You're asking me to never fight again!”

“Please-”

You take another step forward. “You’re asking me to throw away what I was built for! This is my meaning, why are you doing this to me?”

With the confidence he had left to muster up, Miguel stalked over to your frame. This was the closest you had been since he picked you up out of the alleyway you pathetically collapsed in, and the desperate feeling followed. To beg and kick like a child until he let you back in. It felt horrific and you wondered if he felt it too.

“I cant help it. Por favor, no te quiero lastimar. Please don't make me risk you again.” His hand moved up, close enough to your cheek that it makes your senses tingle, before its dropped down to his side again. “Please.”

“You’re hurting me.”

Beat.

With what feels like an instant, you’re being pulled into his chest. his broad arms caught you in his embrace, a hand coming to rest against your temple. Its simple, but it makes your heart ache. Never have either of you come this close. This is that desperate feeling bubbling up again.

You wonder if you should have pushed away; told him he's pathetic and walked away from this cryptic language you now share. But you cant anymore, not with his touch like this.

“I’m sorry.” The mumble of his words reverberated through your body like a purr. 

A single drop of a hot liquid hits your forehead and manages to roll down onto his thumb. You scan up to his face. That stoic stare he managed to always hold stood strong, staring off into a void like there's something better to worry about. But his eyes watered and the trail of a tear glimmered on his pronounced cheek. 

He guided your head back down to lay against him again and moved his gaze to the side, anywhere to avoid the way you look at him now.

“Don't leave, okay?”

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Tumblr fix ur shite messaging system so i can read what people send me challenge!!!!

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i want to give a bit of info to everyone who only knows miguel from the movie:

•he is not a vampire! his fangs are from his spider dna and are filled with paralyzing venom :) fun fact: the size of his fangs makes him mumble so other people don't see them while he's talking!

•he wasn't bitten by a spider like most spider people! spider dna was atomically spliced directly into his genes making him 50% spider

•he doesn't stick like other spider people! he uses the talons on his fingers to climb around and such! fun fact: these talons can easily slice through solid metal :)

•he doesn't have a spider sense! instead, all of his senses are majorly enhanced!

•yes! he always moves like that! he automatically moves like a feral monster because that's what he is!

•he has a fiancé named dana and a little brother named gabriel! they are the two most important people in his life :) fun fact: gabriel recognized that it was miguel in the spider suit the first time he saw him in it!

•his eyes are red because they can see in major details and in complete darkness. fun fact: this makes his eyes super sensitive to light, which constantly gives him migraines :)

•yes! his ass is that huge in the comics, too! everyone in the comics are always commenting on it ^^

•miguel is irish/mexican :)

•he is NOT the original spider man of his universe! there was a peter parker in the past before the year 2099

just wanted to clear up some facts about him movie onlys may have misconstrued ^^

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Spider-Punk

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Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

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I'm completely normal about this movie...

Anyway won't it be cool if all media was treated with this much love and care

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LOWKEY terrified to sit through this backstory.

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real

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Morgiana (1972) dir. by Juraj Herz.

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ali tate by a.j. hamilton

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In blissful ignorance, the man called god picks our lives in comparison to others; if nothing ese, we should live our lives in spite of the people who assume that their lives hold meaning over time.

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The Book of the Earth, The Book of Knowledge // Arthur Mee (1875)