Moon Cycles ?

Pairings: Marc x Reader, Jake x Reader, and a slight mention of Steven. 

Warning tags: substance abuse, cussing,  depressive/obsessive thoughts, miscommunication, body dysmorphia, dead parent, panic attack, suicide attempt, dangerous coping mechanisms, and of course angst. A little fluff at the end.

Desc: Y/N is going through a rough day. The Moon Boys attempt to interact with Y/N throughout the day but never expected the outcome.

Word Count: 4.9 K

A/N: I definitely vented out A LOT with this mini-story. Sorry. You shouldn't read it if you are in a dark place. Please take of yourselves guys. 

*Do not read or interact with this story if you aren't 18+ years old.* ♡    

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My alarm rang for the third time this morning. I groaned, and rolled over to look at the time.

9:30am. My eyes widen

"Shit! I am hoing to be late." I yelled as I jumped out of bed, and scrambled to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my hair, teeth and placed on my pencil skirt. I ran to my closet, and placed on a satin light brown button shirt. As I walked quickly over to the kitchen, I began fixing myself a cup of coffee. I placed on high heel one, as my other hand placed a cup under the coffee maker. I switched hands, and placed the other high heel on. As I settled into my shoes, I grabbed my coffee cup and began heading towards door. Due to being in a rush, I didn't notice that the edge of my kitchen chair was sticking out. I mindlessly bumped into it with my leg.

"Ow! Goddamn it". I quietly said to myself, and looked down on my leg. A hue of pink began forming, and I knew a bruise would form later on today. "

This is why our father disapproved of us being clumsy."

I thought to myself. I quickly grabbed the keys from the bowl and dashed out.

9:50am

The elevator door opened, and Mrs. Peterson gave me a warm smile. I smiled at her back, and sipped on my coffee cup.

"Good morning Mrs. Peterson, how are you this morning?" I asked kindly as I pushed on the elevator button to get to the lobby.

"Quite well dear! How are you this morning Y/N?" She asked back, I shrugged my shoulders

"Ehh, I woke up late and I might arrive late to work but it's my first time being late. I should be fine". I responded back. Mrs. Peterson smiled, but her eyes trailed down slowly from the top of my head to the bottom of my skirt. I raised my eyebrow,

"what the hell? Is there something on my skirt?"

I questioned to myself. I looked down at my skirt, and saw maybe a few wrinkles on it. I began to straighten out my skirt, and Mrs. Peterson laughed softly

"Oh dear, your skirt looks beautiful! It looks quite lovely on you. I was simply admiring your body since you look so well, you know, composed for someone who is on their second trimester of pregnancy". My jaw dropped, and I felt the heat from my face glow. Pregnant? I looked fucking pregnant. "Oh I remember being pregnant with David. The cravings were crazy, and weight gain was intense." She kept yapping her mouth off. I stared down at my stomach, did I really look that big? I felt my body tense up a bit, and the elevator began to feel small. The elevator opened to her floor, she slowly walked out but I spoke up