MOON KNIGHT IMAGINES & ONESHOTS

3. TO THE MOON & BACK (STEVEN + MARC + JAKE) (ft. khonshu)

originally published may 27, 2022

request: Hello! Just wanted to ask for a request for Moon Knight comfort fic. I recently got fired from my job for something that wasn't even my fault and I couldn't defend myself and I just think getting comfort from either Marc, Steven or Khonshu would be great. You don't have to do it honestly I just wanted to ask if you could - anon

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector x jake lockley x knonshu

summary: when you get fired, your boys make sure to cheer you up.

word count: 1,459

warnings?: fluff, wrongful termination, pet names (love [steven]/baby [marc]/princess [jake]/little bug [khonshu]), not proofread

It had been the day from fucking hell. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. It started the night before with you forgetting to plug your phone in before you went to bed. Which meant that your phone died in the middle of the night. So, your alarm didn't go off. When you finally woke up, you had slept in an extra hour and were literally still dressing yourself as you ran out the door to get to work. Once you got on the bus, you got the last seat and was crowded against the window with someone who did not know the first thing about personal space. You were late to work by barely five minutes, but your manager chewed you out for it, belittling you and demeaning you until all you wanted to do was run to the bathroom and cry. Your manager never liked you. He actually has had it out for you ever since you started working at the office. And that's why, when your coworker missed a number on accident while making reports, he pinned the blame on you and unceremoniously fired you, made you clean out your desk, and practically kicked you to the curb.

Which was just fucking great.

It's not like you needed a job or anything.

You spent the rest of the day crying over a cup of coffee in your boyfriends' flat while you waited for them to get back home. God, you were so fucking grateful that they had given you a key. While it wasn't as comforting as you would've liked since they weren't home, it was certainly better than wallowing in your self-pity at your flat. At least here, it smelled like them. You could put on one of their shirts, envelop yourself in their scent, pretend they were there to comfort you.

It was certainly better than nothing.

Which was exactly what you had now.

No job, no source of income. No idea where to begin looking for a job. What if no one was hiring for what you were qualified for? What if you couldn't even get a job at all, even if it wasn't in your field? What if you had no way of making money, so you couldn't pay for your rent, and you were evicted? What if everything just went to shit?

You slowly spiraled, not even realizing that you'd been crying, when Jake came in. Hell, you hadn't even realized that Jake had come in until he was on the couch beside you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest, pressing kisses to the side of your head.