Pairs: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader, Steven Grant x Fem!Reader, Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader
Words: 10,095
Summary: You spend more time with Jake and he convinces you to suit up and become spider-woman again.
Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, angst? Trauma, dealing with trauma and descriptions of panic attacks (based on my experience with panic attacks), POV switches all over the place because I think it helps tell the story. Sexual references, also exposing some of my own kinks, ope, and an actual sex scene but I wouldn't call it smut cause it's mostly in there for emotional purposes, Not an accurate representation of DID, basing it off the show's depiction.
Notes: Female reader, as per Anon's request, Spider-Woman!Reader. As per warnings, POV switches all over the place. Hopefully, they aren't too confusing. I don't speak Spanish, so if I got some of the translations wrong, let me know and I will fix them, but I tried to check them through multiple sources so fingers crossed.
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Jake walks into a room he doesn't recognize but for some reason feels comfortable in. You turn to him and look over your shoulder, "Mi luz de luna! (My moonlight!)" Your face lights up with the world's most amazing smile. Jake can't help but smile back at you. He leans over the chair you curled up in. Jake peaks over at the book you were reading, "I thought I was your Moon Boss." You just laugh and close your book, "Moon Boss is your superhero name silly." Jake had never been called silly in his life and if it was anyone else saying those words, he would be pissed. Maybe even would have thrown punches. But when it's you, Jake can't find it in himself to be mad about it. He leans down, running the tip of his nose across your cheek, "What is this new nickname for, then?" You let out a purr and Jake could die a lucky man with that sound in his ears. Your hand gently grabs his tie, "It's for you. Only you." Jake pulls back a bit, so he can look you in the eyes, "But why mi luz de luna, eh?" Your playful smile turns into a sweet one, "Because you are my light in the darkness, Jake."
If any other person said that to him, he would curse them out in both English and Spanish, he would know they were lying. But with your beautiful eyes filled with nothing but honesty, Jake believed you. He would have stumbled back if it wasn't for your grip on his tie, "I have killed people, querida (dear)." It was just a fact. Jake had done horrible things. Horrible things for the greater good, but awful things, nonetheless. You let out a soft sigh, "And? I have killed people by your side." For once Jake doesn't know what to say, doesn't know how to respond. His big mouth failed him at this moment. You lift your free hand and brush your fingers over his cheekbone, "Nothing you have ever done or will ever do will change how I feel about you." You said it with such certainty, with such conviction, it made Jake feel it was true. He wasn't much of a crier, to be honest, especially out of the entire system. He was probably the last person you would see crying. But at this moment he felt some tears trail down his face, a few meeting your fingers on the way down. Jake leans into you and kisses you softly, softer than he has ever kissed anyone before. All his softness was for you and only you. It was the least he could offer you in exchange for your love.
