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𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 | 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙

paring: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: after a sleepless night y/n finds herself in front of steven's door and with a confession in her heart.

warning: language(i think), fluff(yes it's a warning), sleepy steven, friends to lovers

request is open!

a/n: ayo first moon knight fic. hope yall enjoy

not my gif

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left, no. right, nope. back. nada. stomach, zip.

nothing seemed to work. she had tried a glass of warm milk. reading a book. watching a movie. solving a rubics cube. taking a walk around the block.

but nothing seemed to work. her brain wouldn't shut down. her brain wouldn't stop thinking about the one person she desperately needed to stop thinking about.

steven grant.

and his chocolate brown curly hair, she wondered what it would feel like to run her hands though it. his eyes that she seemed to get lost in. she thought about the curve of his lips and she couldn't help but wonder how it soft it would feel against her own. his hands exploring every curve of her body.

ugh get a grip!

she turned her neck to the right and 04:32 flashed bright red. she groaned and smashed a pillow in her face. she stood up pulling a pair of jeans on and an oversized sweatshirt on with converse.

she let her feet map her way, getting lost in her thoughts again. how could she let this happen? catching feelings for her best friend, and practically distancing her from him and steven feeling guilty because of it. the poor man thought it was his fault.

she went the depths and asked donna to move her to another station just so that she wouldn't get distracted. but had that worked? abso-freakin'-lutly not. if possible, she thought about him even more.

she looked up at the building. steven's building.

she knocked once, twice, thrice and the door swung open. it looked as if steven was ready to punch the person knocking at this unholy hour in the morning but when his eyes connected with y/n's his expression softened.

"y/n, what're you doin' here?" he said and opened the door further to invite her in.

she wringed her hands together walking in. "couldn't sleep, and I knew you were awake," she spoke softly. this was a bad idea.

steven nodded, "any particular reason keepin' you awake?" he moved passed her and towards the kitchen, he grabbed two muggs from the cupboard and turned on the kettle.

"just thinking about stuff," she told him and jumped onto the counter and wringed her hands together again out of nervous habit and Steven noticed.

"what kinda stuff?" he asked again and crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for the kettle to boil.

y/n gulped, "work stuff."

"we both know you're lying, you're a terrible liar," steven chuckled, "c'mon, what's botherin' you?"

now or never, y/n.

"you."

steven choked on air. his cheeks flushing bright red. could it be possible that his crush on his best friend of two years liked him back? that couldn't be right.

"steven, you're consuming my every thought. every waking moment i think about you. i can't sleep because you're there. and trust me when i say i've tried everything to go to sleep. steven, i'm in love with you," she breathed but didn't dare to look up at him.

"fucken' finally," steven said as he moved towards her cupping her cheeks and kissing her. she was shocked and her eyes was wide but after a few moments she melted into him and grapped him by his shirt and pulled him closer, in between her legs.

steven pulled away and took a breath. he caressed her red dusted cheek and chuckled, "took you long enough."

"well then I sincerely apologize," she smiled at him and bit her lip. he swiped his thumb over her lip.

"apology accepted."

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𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 • 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: marc has been getting on steven's nerves and it doesn't help that his boss, donna, is biting his head off over everything.

warning: few curse words, marc being a asshole

a/n: requests open!

not my gif

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potroast was in the oven. the apartment was clean, and y/n's boyfriend of three years is on his way home, and judging by the texts — he wasn't in a sunshine mood.

she looked at the clock, only five more minutes until she sees the love of her life. she scurried towards her—his closet, and picked out her favorite dress shirt. it hung around her frame like a dress. she undid her hair that was in a ponytail, falling in a wavy mess on her shoulders, she also got rid of the leggins she was wearing.

she heard keys jiggling in the lock and quietly she made her way towards the living room.

"it smells lovely in here, my love," his voice rang through the apartment. she poked her head around the corner, and smiled at him. she really took him in since she couldn't this morning.

he was running late, again.

he was wearing a blue dress shirt, black pants and his usual sneaker shoes. his hair was messy and the bags underneath his eyes was even possible more darker, and the bag he always carries was slung around the coat hanger.

their eyes connected and he smiled at her, "c'mere, sweetheart," he said and opened his arms. she walked towards him and he took in her appearance with a smirk on his face.

"i love it when you wear my clothes."

"i love wearing your clothes," she smiled and gave him a kiss. she grabbed his hand and led him towards the kitchen, pouring him a cup of coffee and making him sit down.

"need any help, darlin'?" he asked.

"you're helping me just sitting there and looking pretty," she told him and as she walked passed him she kissed his cheek. she set the table and took the potroast out of the oven.

steven dished for them and they digged in. y/n took ahold of his hand and rubbed her thumb pad over his knuckles.

"how was work?"

he sighed and shook his head, "it's as if donna is doing it on purpose. she's always sitting on my head, oh and marc isn't any better. the bugger won't shut up!"

hey! i can hear you y'know.

"oh shut up!"

y/n couldn't help the giggle that slipped passed her lips. and steven only smiled and shook his head at her. gosh he loved her.

once they were done eating steven volunteered to do the dishes and y/n sat at the table just watching him. she couldn't help the smile that made its way to her lips. the way her eyes observed every inch if him. she adored him. every broken part of him.

"i know, i got a fantastic ass," steven said as he looked at her watching him. she scoffed.

"you wish grant."

he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, his hands firmly placing themselves on her hips. "is that jealousy i hear?"

she shook her head and bit her lip. but steven only smirked at her and nodded his head.

"i never thought you'd be the jealous type, my love."

she hit his chest, "oh shut up, you div."

he laughed at her antiques. he cupped her cheeks and kissed her. she kissed back and leaned more into steven. he grabbed her under her thighs and lifted her unto the counter so that he was standing between her legs. she pulled away, the need for air becoming necessary.

y/n weaved her fingers though his messy curls loving the way it bounced back.

it was steven's turn to stare at her now. he was madly in love with her the second she walked into the museum, but once they started talking she missed the tour completely. not that she minded though.

"i know, i've got an freakishly attractive face," she told him and he chuckled.

"marry me," he softly said. he looked at her with a smile, her own making its way unto her face.

"marry me, and let's spend the rest of our lives together. maybe we can run away, only us," he told her with a smile.

and me.

"and marc."

she laughed, and nodded her head.

"c'mon sweetheart, lemme hear you say it."

"yes i'll marry you, and run away with you."

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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: working at a museum had its perks one of them being developing a stupid crush on your co-worker

warning: cuteness overload

a/n: requests are open!

not my gif!

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the day started as usual; not hearing your alarm, not finding a good enough outfit to wear, your hair having a moody day, the other shoe being missing, burning yourself with hot water, spilling your coffee on your blouse, closing the door on your finger and your car not starting.

what could possibly go wrong further?

probably donna putting you on inventory for being late. it bothered you for a second until you realized that steven would probably be there with you. he scurried in ten minutes after you, splattering apologies left and right.

it was cute.

he looked good today. not like he didn't every other day, but today, there was something about his hair falling just right in his face, his smile just warming up the place, his curious eyes awakening bubbles in your stomach and let's not get started on his outfit.

the button up shirt was hugging all the right places and his pants was a bit tight on his arse area leaving much to the imaginative mind, the denim jacket he was wearing over the shirt made you giddy. like you said, steven grant looked good.

gosh, stupid crush.

"y/n?" donna snapped her fingers in your face and you looked at her bewildered. how long had you been staring at steven? must have been a while, because he was now standing behind the counter scanning barcodes on multiple sweets and toys.

"you with us?"

"yeah, yeah sorry. i had a terrible morning," you lied through your teeth. well not technically lying seeing as you clearly had a terrible morning.

donna smirked, "that terrible morning have anything to do with stevie boy?"

gosh no, never.

you shook your head, "no."

looking at the clock you gasped, the next school bus should be here in ten minutes and your flashcards where no where to be found.

shit!

you forgot them on your desk. you had put a reminder on your phone last night that first thing when you wake up is to take the flashcards but you didn't even have a chance to look at your phone. speaking of said phone, it's still on charge. at home.

"no flashcards?"

"no flashcards."

donna sighed, "i'll get someone else to lead the tour today, go help stevie with the sweets and toys there would ya?"

she walked away, "it's steven."

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"what does jellies have anything to do with egyptian mythology, it's a waste of money, honestly."

"i completely agree with you," you said and steven jumped a little, not expecting anyone to be actually listening to him.

"h-hi, sorry. i mumble a lot," he sputtered his face turning beet red. you smiled shaking your head.

"don't worry about it, steven, i do it all the time," you giggled and steven nodded throwing another sweets bag into the basket. steven looked uncomfortable, but that was from your perspective.

from steven's perspective, his heart was racing. his hands were sweating and if you focused hard enough you'd see a small tremble in his hands. why? because he was hopelessly and madly in love with you it was actually embarrassing.

the countless hours he spent staring at you as you danced across the museum, how your eyes seemed to sparkle and how you held your professional pose when a ridiculous question was asked by a pre-schooler. the smile you'd throw him when you caught him staring made his heart stop and it felt as if he would pass out then and there.

it was awkwardly oblivious the effect you had on him for everyone except you.

"shouldn't you be touring a bunch of pre-schoolers?" he mumbled as he busied his hands. you toyed with a egyptian hippo shaking your head.

"forgot my flashcards," you said and steven nodded.

"how's boss lady handling the news?"

you chuckled, "i'm probably on inventory tonight."

"looks like i'm not alone tonight," steven chuckled and you smiled at him.

"thank goodness for that," you said and grabbed the scanner from him scanning the hippos, whilst steven just stared at you.

knock it out, weirdo.

damnit, stupid crush.

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usually, it was either you or steven in here. never both of you, but it seems like tonight the universe had other plans. probably tired of you both walking on egg shells around each other trying not to spill a love confession.

conversation flowed easily between you and steven, which was a surprise to both of you. steven whooed you with facts about egypt and you whooed him with what's happening on the news nowadays. you were an odd pair but it was rare in a world like today.

you caught steven staring at you multiple times in the past hour, and if your face turned any red shade darker, you were sure you'd explode.

"is there something on my face?" you randomly asked as you turned to him and wiping across your face.

"wh-what?" steven asked putting down a box of artifacts and looking at you putting his hands in his jacket pockets.

"is there something on my face?"

"n-no, why do you ask?"

"cause you keep looking at me as if i have something on my face," you smiled and wringed your hands together looking down.

steven gulped, it's either now or never, right?

"i'm sorry, you just look s-so beautiful."

you gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. you've probably had to much candies. the sugar is probably playing tricks on your mind. yep, that's all it was, tricks was being played.

"wh-what?"

"y/n, i've had the longest and stupidest crush on you from the moment you had walked through that doors. you had held my heart in the palms of your hands the second you said hello to me, and i knew i wanted to marry you when you said goodbye,"steven said, looking anywhere but you.

"steven, look at me," you said softly walking towards him and putting your hands on his cheeks.

"i've had the stupidest crush on you as well," you smiled. steven put his hands on yours leaning into its touch.

he smiled like a toddler. a look of unbelieve and pure excitement in his eyes. if he could he'd stare at you all night. he probably could, and he probably would.

"steven, kiss me," and he did. his lips was soft but firm. his hands moved to your waist pulling you closer to him. your hands snaked around his shoulders weaving themselves in between his locks. you pulled away and rested your forehead against his and bit your lip.

thanks, stupid crush.

𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 | 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: how could you possibly go to sleep when steven looks so so good wearing those glasses of his, nose deep in a book

warning: steven

a/n: just because i feel lonely i decided to write this. this is very very short but i hope y'all enjoy!

not my gif!

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convincing steven to come to bed wasn't going to happen. he was nose deep in his book for the past hour and a half only looking up briefly at you every fifteen minutes and shooting you a toothy grin. the affect this man had on you.

you weren't complaining about the sight though.

you could stare at steven in his glasses all night. the way his eyebrows furrowed when he read something, or the way his lips curved upward every five minutes. his curls falling in his face, his stubble was beginning to grow and that tired look did things to you.

steven looked good. too good.

"everything alright, honey?" he suddenly asked and you nodded, biting the tip of your finger.

"peachy," you smiled at him.

you sat up, "whatcha reading there?"

he chuckled, "try not to laugh at me," he arched an eyebrow at you and moved his glasses out of the way.

shaking your head you smiled at him.

"i'm reading about nefertari and ramses the great."

he's doing it again, talking about something only he knows and expecting you to magically know about it. he looked at you with those puppy dog eyes, and you just arched a brow motioning for him to continue.

"ramses had about two hundred wives but nefertari was his first true love. like he wrote poetry for her occasionally, he bought her everything and built stuff for her. he always spoke well of her," he looked at you and you smiled.

"he sounds like a real gentleman."

"yeah, but the two hundred wives is a bit much isn't it?"

you nodded. he looked down at his book again, "listen to this line he wrote on her chamber of her burial site, 'my love is unique - no one can rival her, for she is the most beautiful woman alive. just by passing, she has stolen my heart.' not to sound cheesy, my love, but you also stole my heart." he smiled.

you blushed and smiled, "well if i stole your heart why don't you come join me in bed."

steven stood up and placed his glasses on the desk along with his book. he climbed into bed pulling you into his chest. you placed your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat and breathing in his scent.

he brushed his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead multiple times.

"i love you," he breathed.

"i love you, too."

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𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader

summary: you rarely fought, but when you did it got pretty bad.

warning: angst that turns into fluff

a/n: requests are open!

not my gif!

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you rarely fought, but when you did, it got pretty bad. hurtful things were being said left and right and that meant marc left the apartment fuming and you with a broken heart.

tonight was one of the nights where a fight was inevitable. marc stumbled into the apartment and an unholy hour of the night, he was beaten up and bruised and he didn't even bother to tell you how or where it had happened. he simply brushed off your questions and made his way into the bathroom.

"marc, would you just answer me!"

he grumbled and took off his shirt exposing a big scar that went from his ribs near to his navel. taking out the first aid kid that was under the sink; he grabbed some cotton and rubbing alcohol. hissing at the pain you looked away.

"what happened?" you tried again but still no answer. "marc, please i'm worried about you."

"then stop!" he hissed at you and slammed the bathroom door in your face. you gulped down the lump that was forming in your throat and walked away from the door.

you went into the kitchen and boiled some hot water, taking a mug out of the cupboard and a teabag of one of marc's favorite tea. after the water boiled you poured it into the mug and left it on the table. you also took his food out of the oven and placed it next to the tea with a fork and a knife.

when you were done you made your way into the bedroom, taking off the clothes from the day before and putting on one of marc's shirts and sweats, you also grabbed a pillow and a blanket from the linen closet making your way to the guest bedroom.

you heard marc move around in the kitchen, then you heard his plate being put in the sink, then you heard his footsteps going past the guest bedroom into the bedroom, then quickly turning around and coming to the guest bedroom.

he knocked softly, you probably wouldn't have heard it if you weren't focusing on every move he made. when you didn't answer he opened the door and leaned against the door frame.

"i know you're awake," he said but you only turned your back towards him. you didn't want to fight with him. you just cared about him. you just worried about him. all you wanted was an explanation.

marc moved towards the bed and sat down at the foot of the bed. "can you please come back to bed?"

no response.

"i'm sorry i lashed out on you."

again, no response.

"i know you worry about me, and i know i don't always appreciate it, but i do, i really do," he told you, rubbing a hand up and down your leg. he hoped that would pull something out of you but it didn't.

your eyes brimmed with tears, "honey, please. i'm sorry."

you only nodded. he climbed in behind you, pulling you flat against his chest. he kissed your shoulder to where your shoulder and neck connected and then behind your ear.

"i'm sorry," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.

you turned around, "i care about you, i worry about you and i love you so much that if i lost you without knowing where or how it happened i wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"i know honey, i'm sorry. i'll try to be better at communicating with you."

you nodded, your thumb running over his cheek bone and light stuble. marc kissed your palm and then pulled you in to kiss your lips.

"i love you too," he said between kisses.

you smiled, "we can go back to bed now, it's kinda uncomfortable on a twin size bed."

marc chuckled and stood up taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom.

𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 | 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: since donna had put you both in inventory, why not make put of it a date?

warning: probably my lack of inspo, sorreyy

a/n: requested! also this is really really really short! Hi there! Could you do a Steven Grant fic where he surprises you to a nice little date at the museum he works at and gives you a private tour of every exhibit? Thank you! @aspie-allie

not my gif!

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"oh and this is just my favorite exhibit of all the exhibits!" steven exclaimed as he squeezed your hand in his. he led you through the many paintings and small statues of the many gods and goddesses of egypt.

his eyes sparkled and he carried a toothy grin. he explained about what power each god and goddess held over egypt though the years and the love story between some of them. you didn't care about any of it really, you just care about the person who couldn't stop rambling about them.

the way his voice changed a few octaves with each explanation, or the way his eyes searched for something new you might find interesting, or the way his hair fell into his face and his attempt to move it out of the way, and maybe it was for the fact that he didn't let go of your hand. you didn't mind. not at all.

steven wasn't shy, he just wasnt fond of making the first move. so when the two of you started your own private little tour of the museum you took hold of his hand, and steven didn't let go. not even once.

"i'm rambling again, ain't i? i'm sorry y/n, i don't wanna spoil the night with my rambling," he told you, and he looked down scratching the back of his neck.

you were quick to take hold of his other hand, you squeezed it and he looked up at you.

"i would never get tired of your rambling, if it meant i get to stare at you, then please, by all means, ramble away."

steven chuckled and blushed. he nodded and looked around, "c'mon just 'round there is all the fun stuff."

steven pulled you along with him and you giggled, jogging after him still hand in hand. maybe it's cliche but what you were feeling for steven was like in every fairytale book your mother ever read to you.

maybe you just believed in crazy love.

𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 '𝖓 𝖌𝖔 | 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖈/𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader/steven grant x fem!reader

summary: leave it to steven to patch things up

requested: hello!! hope you're having a great day. idk if requests are open. but if it is, can i request a marc spector x reader? he and reader got into a big fight, marc giving the body back to steven. while they grew apart, marc can see how she struggled through steven's eyes. and steven being the softie, he comforts her and asks her when she's ready so that he can let marc take control. just angst and fluff please. i'd really love it. thank you!!!

warning: i dunno man, not much ?

a/n: sorry for dissapearing for a while. school was being a pain but yeah, i'm ready for some steven

not my gif!

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steven made his way through the apartment. the air was filled with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. he felt and was visibly uncomfortable. it wasn't always like this. with you around his apartment always smelled like fresh baked apple pie and there where a candle on the table that was lit, the vase of sunflowers where always bright.

but today, their leaves were hanging and the colour was draining from the petals. the apartment didn't smell amazing and the candle was laying shattered on the ground. the coffee table had been moved a few inches and it was suspiciously quiet.

it could've been his ears misleading him but he heard a faint yelp. steven made his way to the room you both had shared. the door was almost never closed so he began to get worried.

what had happened?

"y/n?" he called out and knock a few times on the door, he slowly pushed it opened to see you kneeling on the floor with your index finger in your mouth.

"honey what happened?" steven stepped closer but you quickly stopped him.

"don't come closer, here's shattered glass everywhere," your voice sounded hoarse and your tear stained cheeks broke his heart. steven could sense that you had let your guard down knowing it was him instead of someone else.

instead of marc.

"angel, i have shoes on. it's you i'm worried about," he pointed out, and looked towards your bare feet. you nodded and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. steven walked over towards you picking you up and placing you on the bed. kneeling down he picked up the bigger shards of glass before returning with a broom.

"what happened?"

"it's nothing really. it's my fault too, to be honest," you sniffled. there wasn't another logical explanation.

but you can't help but worry about him. about how he's grinding steven's body. how neither of them is getting any rest. you can't remember the last time steven even ate a plate of real food.

steven quickly maneuvered his way to you taking your hands in his.

"none of that. marc has to work on his temperament around you."

you nodded and opened your mouth to say something but nothing had come out. but what if you just layed it lower then this wouldn't have had happened. maybe if you didn't want to know about their wellbeing all the time he wouldn't have said you were being clingy.

you know marc didn't mean what he had said, it was only said out of anger. you had also said hurtful things.

"could you maybe tell marc that i'm sorry. for what i had said," you asked softly toying with your fingers. steven chuckled, you were absolutely adorable.

"yeah, i'll tell the bugger."

you smiled at him and layed your head on steven's chest. you can always count on steven to make things better. tend the wounds. fix your broken heart.

"g'night steven," you yawned and layed back.

"g'night my love."

Marc Spector falling in love with Black Widow! Reader

Masterlist

Ghost Of You (Marc Spector x GN!Avenger!Reader)

summary: y/n dies at Vormir instead of Nat

wc: ~1k

content: poor attempt at angst, mentions of y/n’s death, mentions of the blip, steven and jake are not part of the fic, marc is not the moon knight when y/n dies

Pov: second person

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After the split of the Avengers, everyone that was on Steve’s team, you being one of them, was either in prison or on the run from S.H.I.E.L.D and the United States government. You were on the run. Those stupid accords had caused you to flee the country, and move to London. Granted, a more secluded country would’ve been more safe, however, moving to London had always been a dream of yours. While in London, you met Marc Spector, the most handsome man you had ever seen in your life. You were wearing your Led Zepplin shirt when you met. The same one you wore when you fled the United States. You and Marc eventually fell in love with each other and got married. A small courthouse wedding that was just the two of you. No guests. It was all you could’ve asked for. 

One night while you were laying in bed with Marc, you got a call from an unknown number. You looked at each other with confusion before you answered and put it on speaker phone. You and Marc looked at each other before you finally spoke up, “Hello?” You asked with slight fear in your phone. You jumped a little when the voice responded. It was your best friend, Nat.

“Y/N, I need you to come to Wakanda. It’s an emergency,” She said before hanging up.

“Who was that?” Marc asked.

“An old friend, and I guess she needs my help.”

“Do you know when you’ll be back?”

“No,” you sighed, “but until then, you’ll be just fine.”

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The surviving Avengers in Wakanda took you back home in the Quinjet. You just sat there in silence, thinking about Marc. Wondering if he was one of the unlucky people to turn into dust. When you walked up to your front door, it was locked. You ran the doorbell hoping that Marc was there to open it, and he was. You lunged into his arms, crying as you told him everything.

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Five years later Nat decided to visit you. Her hair had grown longer and her natural red was conquering the dyed blonde. As the two of you were eating lunch at a small café, she brought up that the Avengers might have a way to bring everyone back and that they wanted you to help. You agreed and immediately headed home to tell Marc. Just like last time, Marc asked, “Do you know when you’ll be back?”

“No,” you sighed, “but until then, you’ll be just fine.”

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Little did Marc know, that would be the last time he would see you in person. Steve had delivered the news about your death to him. Everyone wanted Nat to, but she felt like it was her fault that you died. She told you about bringing everyone back. She went to Vormir with you and left with the Soul Stone, but not you. It was nobody’s fault that you died. Marc was understanding that Nat wasn’t the one to tell him. Out of all the Avengers, she was grieving the most. You two were the closest after all.

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One morning Marc decided that he was going to clean up the house. He put on your favourite playlist, and started with your coffee mug that was on the coffee table in the living room. It had been sitting there, unfinished, for months. The same mug you were drinking out of when Nat had arrived to London. Marc sighed, as he picked up the mug. Your pink lipstick stain had slowly been fading away over time. He put it away before heading to the garage to clean out old  boxes. He found a box that had your name on it, and opened it to see what the box had contained. Digging through, he found old photos of you and the Avengers, and below it all was your Zepplin t-shirt. Marc wiped a tear from his eye as he remembered that you wearing this shirt when you met, and how you told him it was the same one you wore when fleeing the states. Marc dropped the shirt in his lap and sat on the garage floor for what felt like hours before he heard the faint sound of your favourite song coming from the living room speakers. It was A Man Without Love by Engelbert Humperdinck. He got up and headed to living room to slowly sway with the song. It reminded him of you. The lyrics, and the fact that it was the song that was playing when Marc proposed. That was why it was your favorite song.

 “Every day I wake up, then I start to break up

Lonely is a man without love

Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out

Lonely is a man without love”

You played the song so often that one day Marc asked you to turn it off. He had started to get sick of it, however now, he felt as if he would never get sick of it. He turned it up and danced around the house pretending that you were singing the song, and dancing with him. That night, Marc decided to sleep in your shared bed, instead of on the couch like he had been for the past few months. He took your Zepplin shirt, placed it on your side of the bed, and put on A Man Without Love. 

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Within the next week, Marc visited your grave for the first time. He finally had some closure over your death. He placed down a bouquet of lavenders as he sat down,  telling you what he had been up to.

“So I drown it out like I always do,” he said through tears. “Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you.”

“And I chase it down with a shot of truth, that my feet don’t dance like they did with you.”

Imagine being Steven’s wife and he is so possessive over you that he won’t share you with Marc even though he knows how in love Marc is with u. Steven would taunt Marc by fucking you in front of the mirror, making sure Marc is watching how Steven is making you feel good.

Jake fucking you so deep and he presses down on the belly bulge while sucking on ur tits.

Steven gives off the vibes that he would be secretly very rough in bed. imagine you are dating him and it starts to get little steamy and you try to take charge. But, he holds you down and fucks you so hard, he rearranges your organs.

Steven making a video while having sex with you. He is on top and it’s just you in it, your reactions, your tits bouncing, and the sounds you’re making, so Steven can watch it while he was at work. But, imagine Marc wakes up in the morning and goes on a mission and later checks the phone and just sees the video likeeee…..

i M SICK 😭😭😭😭😭🤢🤢🤢