a collection of blurbs and headcanons from my tumblr, starryevermore.
ft. steven grant, marc spector, and jake lockley
[18+ MINORS DNI - INCLUDES EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT]
request: ✨ Moon Knight and 54. If you'd gotten hurt... I would've killed them myself - @randomcinnamonpumpkinspice
pairing: jake lockley x fem!reader
word count: 663
warnings?: fluff, mention of violence, not proofread
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Jake Lockley didn't have very many things. It was a result of not fronting very often, of choosing to let Steven and Marc have control of the steering wheel most of the time. He had an assortment of clothes, he had some money he had earned from being a cabbie, a few other things here and there. Of the things that he did have, he was very protective of them.
And that, most importantly, included you.
You were practically a precious gem in his eyes. Something to be cherished, something to be held in the highest of esteems. You were the shining light in his life. When he fronted, he often was the one dealing with the worst of the worst, the truest darkness of the world. But when he was with you and you smiled at him, caressing him softly, kissing him so gently, all he wanted to do was make sure that nothing bad ever, ever happened to you.
So when the two of you were walking back to the flat after a date and a couple of men jumped out, threatening the two of you to give them all your money or else they'd shoot you, he was sent into a blind rage. Once, he had sworn to himself that you would never see the killer in him. That he would let you view him in the softest of lights, to never see the darkness that was so well-hidden inside of him. But these were extraordinary circumstances. He could never allow you to be put in harm's way.
When Jake finally came out of his rage, you had somehow gotten him into the flat, having him at the kitchen table while you cleaned up his wounds.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Jake said.
You looked up at him, pausing the application of neosporin on his cuts. "It's alright, Jake. I'm glad you were there."
"If it weren't for me, you never would have been in the streets to be jumped."
You put the cap back on the neosporin and then grabbed a bandaid. Taking it out, you removed the little papers on the adhesive, placing it over a cut on his hand. Then, you lifted his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss on top of the bandaid. "Love can heal anything," you said. You continued holding his hand as you added, "Look. There's a lot of dangerous things in the world. I would encounter them regardless of if I dated you or not. But I am dating you, and I know that you would never let anyone hurt me if you could do something about it."
"If they had hurt you, I would have killed them," Jake said. He looked down at his lap, not wanting to see your reaction. What if you were horrified? What if you started seeing him in a horrible light?
You reached out, taking his face in your hands, tilting his head up to look at you. "I have no doubt you would. And I appreciate that so, so much."
"Even if I did kill someone for you?" He almost didn't want to hear the answer.
"Jake, you're my love. The one who protects me, and loves me back, and deals with all of the horrible dates I come up with," you said. Jake let out a quiet chuckle. "When I tell you that I appreciate you, I really mean it. I know you're scared that you might do something that makes me leave, running and screaming—"
"Well, I wasn't so sure about the running and screaming."
You snorted. "—but you couldn't get rid of me if you tried. You're one of the only people in this world who makes me feel safe. No, you're the only person I feel completely and utterly safe this."
"Do you really mean that?"
"With all my heart and soul."
Jake leaned in, kissing you softly. "I'll always protect you."
