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mandowifey · 10 months

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Wine

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, alcohol consumption, reader is 21+, established involvement, takes place during Cairo, pet play, spit play(sorta?), grinding, mentions of fluids, genitals, implied sex. Short blurb/drabble.

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Marc liked to let it sit on his tongue for a few seconds before swallowing.

It was something you'd seen him do before, with expensive Whiskey. He took a mouthful, paused, then swallowed shortly after. The act took only seconds and had gone unnoticed by you until recently. You had only picked up on it because you had a penchant for staring at his mouth and throat.

"Something on my face?"

You jump, skin flushing as you realize he was speaking to you. Marc turns his head and offers you a thoughtful look, his dark eyes twinkling in the low light. You felt yourself lost in them again, drawn to his gaze and stoic features. This was a man in pain, and you wanted him for it. "Hey, you still with me, kid?" His fingers snap near your face, and you blink again. Cheeks burning, you nod.

"Sorry, just-"

"Staring, like a weirdo."

Silence fills the void. Marc thumbs the opening of the wine bottle, his thick brows pinching as he looks down. "I know you don't care to drink," sighed Spector before he lifted the bottle. "You want a sip?" He spoke casually, flicking his rich, topaz eyes towards you. Once again, you felt lost in his stare and understood briefly how men could be reduced to stone by Medusa's gaze.

"Sure, just a sip, though." You smile, wanting him to see you as more than just a stick in the mud. Stretching your arm towards the bottle, you reach for it only for Marc to pull it towards him. Your hand stops and withdraws as you look at him puzzled.

"I didn't say you could have the bottle. I said you could have a sip." Marc snips, the corner of his mouth tugging into an impish curl. "Come here."

And you come.

On your hands and knees, you crawl to Marc until he's using his free hand to guide you to sit on him. There is a hunger in his eyes that makes heat pool in your guts. "Good girl." He brushes his palm down your back and settles it above your ass. "Open your mouth."

The demand makes you short circuit. Your face was so hot it hurt, and the moisture building between your legs was bordering a flood. Still, you settle on his lap and open your mouth for him. Marc watches you before lifting the bottle of wine. You assume he is going to pour it down your throat, but he instead brings it to his own lips and takes a long swig.

Placing the bottle down when his mouth was full, Marc cups your chin and draws your face closer to his own. With eyes reminiscent of hot chocolate, he presses his lips to yours before opening them further. Wine rushes over your teeth and tongue, burning as it slides down your throat. A whimper rattles in your chest, and his grip on your chin tightens.

As he drained into you, your hips began to cant. Marc meets your ministrations with his own, the two of you grinding together with purpose now. You swallow all he gives and gasp softly when he begins to retract. "Please," you beg, rolling your hips and grinding the swell of his cock between your legs. "Please, give me another." It isn't about the alcohol, it's the desperate need to have him give it to you.

Marc finds it difficult to deny you with your sopping panties dragging across his crotch. He flashes his teeth as he chuckles and lifts the bottle again before drawing another mouthful. This time, you go to him. Your lips press over Marc's before he can even set the bottle down. You're kissing him feverishly, your tongue like a wrench as you part his lips and tilt. Another rush of wine brushes over your tongue and warms you. You're sealed to him, swallowing and mouthing at him, raw with desire.

He grinds up into you, heaving grunts into your eager mouth while your tongues press and roll together. Marc can resist it no longer, and when you finish swallowing, he takes you backward. You squeal against his lips, making him smile as he situates between your legs, having to balance on one hand while the other pulls his shorts down.

The wine masks the taste of him, but that was just fine by you. There were matters much more urgent on your mind.

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layla4567 · 9 months

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I'm just a librarian ✿

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Summary: You work in a library in the middle of London, you get paid well and you love your little reading space surrounded by books that rise to the highest ceiling. But one day your normality will be turned upside down when a guy comes looking for some books on Egyptian history.

A/N: Ok first of all I must say that this idea arose from a little dream I had (and I also wanted to use the image from the movie The Mummy, I mean, just look at her, she is beautiful, she looks like Belle) second, I don't know if this will have more parts the truth is I'm not good at making long stories because then I leave them unfinished or I run out of ideas so, yes, I'm building this as I go along, sorry.

Part 2

And here I am once again, sitting behind the counter where you could see an old green lamp, a couple of books stacked one on top of the other, a typewriter and a little badge where you could read my name. With my legs crossed I moved my airborne foot rhythmically back and forth following a silent melody while my face rested lazily on my hand. My view was always directed towards the large windows that were near the line where the roof began. They were in the shape of a half circle and had a nice drawing similar to a stained glass window through which the sunlight passed in a warm way.

I loved being around libraries just for the sake of being a bookworm. I could spend hours reading old books sitting in a comfortable chair enjoying the silence without realizing it. But it was kind of boring to sit and wait for people to arrive so that you could help them with whatever they needed. I had already finished arranging the books with the help of the ladder, I loved doing it, it was fun to slide from one side to the other, it was almost like skating.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize someone had entered the library until they were in front of me so I gave a little jump in my seat.

"Oh so sorry! did I scare you? It wasn't my intention"

The person who addressed me was a very polite and kind middle-aged man, he had an innocent look in those pretty dark eyes he had. He was wearing a jean jacket and underneath was a white shirt, he was also wearing khaki pants and had a brown shoulder strap on one side.

"Don't worry, It's okay, I was just thinking, can I help you with something?"

I could not stop seeing his eyes, his look gave off a peculiar innocence glow, I could sense a genuinely beautiful aura like that of a child

"Well, yes. I was looking for books on Egyptian history, you know, gods and pharaohs, myths, pyramids, etc."

Every time he spoke his face would light up with enthusiasm, it was admirable to see

"Sure, we have several. Follow me please"- I said while my smile deepened

I led him through the aisles looking for the "Ancient Egypt" section by the gigantic shelves. The man meekly followed me like a lap dog without taking his eyes off me as he clung to his backpack. When we had reached the section, I took out 4 books, stacking them one on top of the other and numbering them as I handed them over to him.

" "History of Egypt", "Gods and mythologies", "Encyclopedia of the pyramids" and "The 10 most famous figures of ancient Egypt" And remember to return everything within 15 days "

I piled the books in the arms of that man who tried with effort to hold them since they were quite large and hardcover while I raised a finger and recited the prayer from memory. Even though the books were about to fall out of his hands, the man looked from the books to me with a beaming smile.

"Of course, yes, miss, I will do so. Thank you very much for your help"

I smiled generously at the man's good manners and walked him to my desk to finish the paperwork. I sat as the middle-aged man patiently watched me with his books in his arms like a child waiting for his Christmas present.

"Ok, I will give you a paper with the exact date where you must return the books along with our address, I would only need to know your name to write it down please"- I looked at him expectantly

"Steven Grant, Steven with a V"

I couldn't help but laugh at the clarification as if I didn't know how to write his name

"I clarify it just in case. A lot of people always misspell it, sometimes they call me Stephen. But surely you wrote it well, you seem to have nice handwriting hehe"

Steven giggled nervously as I smirked in amusement. What a singular man that Steven was

"No problem, what a nice name you have"- I smiled warmly

Steven got more nervous and his face begins to take on a cute reddish color as he stuttered and mumbled a thank you.

"By the way, my name is Y/n"

I told him, pointing with a fingernail to my badge that was resting on the desk. He looked at it for a while and smiled

"Now I won't forget"

And with one free hand he gave me a childish wave as he uttered a sweet "Laters gators" and headed for the exit. With one elbow on the table and my hand resting on my cheek, I watched him until he disappeared through the door.

"Steven.."

I pronounced his name slowly delighting myself with the syllables, it was sweet as honey and resonant as a bell. I was wondering if I would see him around here more often. I sighed with a lopsided smile and went back to staring at the stained glass windows waiting for someone else to come and help them.

The days passed and I didn't hear from Steven, he hadn't returned the books within the agreed period and I was beginning to worry. He supposed that this man was a little distracted or had forgotten or was busy with something important, anyway it was very common for people not to return the books on time and to be a little late. My head was full of thoughts hoping nothing bad happened to Steven and hoping to see him again when someone stormed through the library entrance.

"I'm really sorry!! I got there as fast as I could, apparently I fell asleep and woke up in a place full of sand. I have a sleep disorder, I'm sorry"

Steven was talking fast, spitting out the words like a machine gun, he looked agitated and his hair was messy. And on his face you could see the nervousness and concern. I tried to reassure him

"Steven, Steven calm down, it's okay. I get it, you don't have to apologize."

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard trying to provide warmth and protection. Steven giggled nervously and his cheeks turned pink, it was adorable.

"Oh by the way, here are the books"

Steven took out of his bag the books in perfect condition that I had given him. At least he was a man of his word

"Thank you very much Steven, do you want any other books?"

"Well actually yes, if it's not a bother, wouldn't you have one that talks about the moon god Khonsu?"-he said something nervous

I laughed in amusement

"Of course! We have many books on Egyptian gods, take the ones you want"-I said tenderly

Steven for some reason gave me a strange feeling, a maternal need to protect him, he looked so helpless at times. I can't even imagine how chaotic his life must be

"You know something? Why don't I buy you a coffee? I'll give you the new books and then we can hang out and chat, I have a break in 15 minutes."

Apparently Steven didn't expect that so he got even more red.

"I-Is it some kind of date?"

"If you want to see it that way, yes"

Steven smiled like a kid in a toy store and followed me back to the bookshelves. After giving him everything he needed, he waited for me at the entrance of the library like a true gentleman. I left my position in charge of my partner Selma who answered me with a grunt and left with Steven towards the nearest cafeteria.

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We sat at a table close to the street. The cafeteria was decorated with flowers and vines, it was my favorite, it made it look Parisian. We both ordered a simple latte and to eat I ordered a croissant with chocolate and he asked for a kind of vegan burrito, then he explained to me that he doesn't eat anything that comes from animals.

"Well Steven tell me something about yourself, do you have a job?"

"Yes, I'm working in a gift shop at the British Museum. But I would really love to be the one who makes the guides"

"Really? Amazing! who'd say? You are a museum and history enthusiast and I am a bookworm willing to provide you with all the information you want."

We both laughed happily forgetting what was happening around us. Steven's laugh was like sweet nectar to my ears that made all my worries disappear. Except for one that was still on my mind

"Wait a second, how come you woke up in a place full of sand? Where exactly?"

"I have no idea, I wish I knew. But it's not the first time it's happened to me, one day I woke up on top of Everest"

Steven started laughing downplaying it and I laughed too but with less enthusiasm. I was worried about him.

"Well I think I should go back to my work, thanks for everything I really needed to talk to someone and distract myself"

I looked at Steven tenderly, thinking that I was probably the only person he could talk to broke my heart.

"Anytime Steven. Anyway, I also have to go back to work, the time flies by when you talk"

I left a tip on the table and was about to go to the library when Steven stopped me with a question.

"Would you like to visit me one day at the museum? It's that I always visit you...-"

"I'd love to"

We said goodbye with a smile as if we were lifelong friends and each one went their own way to continue with their work on that beautiful afternoon in London.

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Sorry if it was boring and there wasn't much interaction with Steven but this is just the first part of the story

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thisisarcanereverie · 10 months

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Cutting Ties (Dark! Moon Knight x Reader) Part 2

A/N: This is Part 2 of a 3 Part fic. (Here is Part 1!) This is also a dark fic so please DNI Minors and others. (I got a little carried away with this idea Anon so thank you for the suggestion)

Now if you can interact or want to, please do! Like, reblog, reply!

DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS: kidnapping, angst (like a ridiculous amount of it), light cursing, I've never been to London or England in general so I'm going based off of what I've seen, English is my first language I just suck at it. I do not own the picture above but i DO own the header below, it's something that I made. I might make a few others idk. Enjoy!

Summary: You're a former Widow on the run, only in London for a year you meet Steven Grant, a goofy gift shoppist. But is there more that meets the eye?

For as long as you could remember you were not your own. Your name, your face, your mind, your body, even your own autonomy was not your own. It had always belonged to Dreykov and to his Red Room. Then, suddenly, the very color that controlled you, freed you. The red powder burned your eyes for a moment before suddenly it felt like you could breathe again.

It was strange how one’s life can completely turn on its head in a matter of moments.

One moment you were another Widow, easily expendable and replaced and the next you were…new. At least that’s what it felt like, you no longer existed at the whim of another. You weren’t a chess piece on the board, you were now a player.

You remembered the day the Red Room fell as the best day of your life.

There were so many things you could do, there were so many possibilities.

You just weren’t prepared for the reality of it.

That despite the mind control and the lack of autonomy, you still hurt people, at the end of the day it was your finger that pulled the trigger. You would wake in the middle of the night still haunted by those faces with a red mark between their eyes. It felt like you couldn’t escape from the Red Room you concocted in your mind, that no matter how hard you tried you will always be a Widow. So instead of fighting it, you gave in.

You had offers, from SHIELD to Tony Stark himself. Which surprised you, but in the end you decided you didn’t want the spotlight on you and were a merc for a while. It was gritty, but it was work you knew well. You thought you could do it but the first time you were ordered to kill you couldn’t. They were innocent, they were just there at the wrong time. So you killed your boss instead, grabbed what you could, and left. You made enemies that day, one that would love to see your head gifted to them on a silver plate.

You called Natasha after that, you weren’t sure what else to do. You didn’t know anyone else, you were completely alone. She gave you this guy's number, said that he would help you disappear and with whatever else you may need. You could feel her wink on the other end of the phone as you wrote down his information.

Since then you’ve been running, changing addresses and identities every couple of years to stay ahead of people who may want you dead. Her friend would give you new identities and you would exchange with money that you earned at jobs you would work. For a while you were content with being alone, working everyday and coming back to your place to eat food you previously were never able to eat and watching tv. Then you met Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley. Then suddenly you realized how gray your life had become, how long you had merely survived and what living actually meant—even if you were merely living a lie. All at once you were no longer alone, someone held you at night and kissed your blood-soaked hands.

For the first time in your life…you felt clean.

But that had all been a delusion.

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You woke up in pain, your head throbbed and your limbs felt weighted down, as though someone had thrown two weighted blankets on top of you. You willed your eyes to open and was greeted with an unfamiliar ceiling. You squinted your eyes as you looked toward the open window, watched as the powder blue curtains danced gently as the breeze blew in. You weren’t sure how long you’ve been asleep, last time you remember it was nighttime and….

Rain

Pinching

Jake.

You took a sharp breath in and shot up from the bed as your hand went to the side of your neck, Jake had drugged you–and from the look of things–abducted you as well. Why would he do this? Did he act alone or did Steven and Marc help him? All these questions swarmed your mind but one question stood out.

Have you been blind?

You shakily made your way to the open window, sure enough it was morning, and sure enough you weren’t in London. As far as you could tell you could be miles away from the nearest village let alone London. How long had they been planning this? To already have a second place squared away, ready, were you the first to be here or the latest addition.

“You’re up.”

You swerved your head as you looked beside you, your skin crawled and blood turned into ice as you looked at him. Upright posture, hair a little less unkempt, and a twinge of a chicago accent dripped in his voice.

Marc.

You opened your mouth to speak only for a small, pathetic squeak to sound instead of words. Your hand reached for your throat and realized for the first time how absolutely parched you were. Like you hadn’t had any water in days.

“Here,” he handed you a glass of water which you greedily accepted, you didn’t bother breathing as you chugged the glass he gave. After the soreness in your throat subsided a little and hummed to warm up vocal cords that had not been used in a while. You put the glass on the window sill and looked at him and at the tray he was previously holding. Turkey Bacon and Eggs, it was Marc's favorite breakfast, one he had made you dozens of times whenever he was sorry for something.

You were silent as you looked at him further, he wore sweatpants and a t- shirt, both clearly slept in. The tan of his skin glowed in the morning light and it looked like he ran his fingers through his dark curls once or twice. There was something unsettling about him though, one that made the hair on the back of your neck stand, something that wasn’t there before.

Those eyes.

You flinch a little as he raises a hand, only for him to retract it.

“Sorry,” he apologized, his voice uncharacteristically small. You debated on what to say, what was there to say? You had so many questions and yet you could not speak. You weren’t even sure if you were just dreaming, it almost seems like a dream. A house far away from everything and everyone, and your boys were right there with you bringing you breakfast in bed. You were partially worried that you would wake up and find yourself sleeping in a plane seat millions of miles away from them, but the other part of you worried that you would never wake up.

“How long?” you finally spoke, voice still hoarse. A moment of silence fell before he answered.

“I can’t tell you.” Marc says lowering his eyes, something he does when he has something to hide.

“Did Steven or Jake tell you that,” You fidgeted with the sleeve of your shirt.

“Neither.”

“You have to let me go,” You finally said, voice getting a little less hoarse the more you speak. “Please.”

“Stop,” He said looking at you finally with a hard look in his eyes, “Stop saying you have to leave. You don’t need to leave.”

“Yes I do,” you emphasized, you held his face in order to hold his gaze, “there are a lot of things you don’t know about me, things that I’ve lied about. That person you fell in love with isn’t me, I’ve done horrible things-”

“I know-”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes,” he said, grabbing your wrist with an intense look in his eyes, “I do.”

It was like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on you and stuck a fork in an outlet all at the same time. There was no way he could know, at least, not everything.

“I know that you used to be a Black Widow,” he said, taking a step towards you, the grip on your wrist tightening, “you’ve killed, lied, and stole from many people including me.” his nose brushed with yours as you tried to steady your breathing.

“How could you know all that?” You asked, whispered, your mind was pounding in time with your heart as he leaned closer to your ear.

“I also know you used to be a mercenary,” you heard him whisper in your ear, his breath ghosting over the goosebumps that formed on your skin, “that’s how we met.” you stopped breathing as he leaned slightly away from you, far enough for you to look him in the eyes. Dark eyes that held the sun in them.

Oh.

The last job you went on you worked with a team, you never saw his face and he was never much of a talker. You just remember his eyes as he held a gun to you ready to shoot…only to lower the gun and let you get away.

That had been Marc.

Without a second thought you ripped your wrist from his grip and grabbed the glass laying on the nightstand throwing it at him. Your heart pounded as you made your way through the open door, sure to close and block it before he had time to reach it. You were sure by now you were on the verge of a heart attack with how loudly your heart was pounding. You could hear Marc on the other side banging the door with his fists. You had no plan, your heart was breaking all over again and your entire body has gone into a fight and flight zone. You made your way down the wooden stairs skipping every other step, unafraid of the small fall you have on the last step before you regained balance and ran straight through the front door. Even from outside you can still hear him banging and screaming, you tried to decide where the best place to run to when the banging stopped. It wasn’t in Marc's nature to give up so you look behind you, he wasn’t coming down the stairs either. What the hell?

Then you heard a familiar grunt and footsteps above you.

The open window.

All at once it didn’t matter where you ran to as long as you ran. Your feet carried you swiftly into the tree lining of the woods surrounding the house. The adrenaline coursing through your veins hid the pain of the cuts and barbs that scratched you as you pushed them aside. Your goal was to run, or to find a pointy enough stick or a sharp enough stone to throw at him, but mainly run and hide.

You weren’t sure how long you ran, all you knew was that your lungs were on fire and you couldn’t feel your limbs. You knew you couldn’t run much further, at least, not at full speed. So you went to the nearest, sturdy tree you could find and climbed, you grabbed one branch after another. The bark dug into sensitive parts of your hand but you didn’t care, you could see your arms shaking as they pulled you up to that final branch. It seemed strong enough to hold your weight and shielded enough to provide cover.

One of the things the Red Room taught you was to assess weakness and who had the advantage. Marc had the advantage when it came to muscle mass, but you had experience–granted those were mainly espionage missions that required more brains than combat prowess. You always carried a gun on you, but if he was smart (which you know he is) he took that away and was carrying it with him now.

All this time, you thought he loved you and that you were protecting him. You never even suspected the truth, he seemed so familiar and you had that gut instinct that something was up but you ignored it. All this time everything had been a lie, he didn’t love you, he was finishing the job. How long did he have his eye on you before he made a move?

Stop! You didn’t have time to mourn, you had to focus on surviving.

You halted your greedy intakes of air as you heard rustling in the leaves. Careful not to make the slightest sound as you saw him run past, calling your name. You waited until you slowly couldn’t hear the crackling of the leaves before beginning your descent. Time was of the essence, at some point Marc will come back to retrace steps, so you had to make another break in a different direction he had gone. Maybe back to the house and hotwire the beat up jeep you saw in the driveway. Once there you would make it to the second nearest village because the nearest would be the first place he’ll look, use one of those grimy old payphones to call in your ID guy.

Your feet had barely touched the ground before you felt the wind being knocked out of you as you tackled the ground. You were pinned before you could push Marc off of you, unable to do much but struggle in his grip.

“Do it,” you growled while still fighting, “I’m not going to stop fighting but if you’re going to do it, do it now.”

“Do what now?!” His eyes wide and intense, his grip becoming tighter on your wrists again.

“Kill me!” You yell, “that’s what all this has been for, hasn’t it? I killed your boss and stole a lot of money and relics from the people who hired us. A lot of different people want me dead, a lot of powerful people who can make things happen want me dead for more than this. Once you kill me you’ll have your pick of the litter. Whatever you want.” You see his brows furrow as you feel his breath ghost over your lips.

“Have you ever thought that maybe what I wanted was you?” He pecked your lips once before continuing, “that I intended to keep you for myself rather than sell you to the highest bidder.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Cause I love you,” Marc said, pinning your hands above your head with one hand while the other caressed your cheek, “I have since we met on those desolate dunes, that has never been a lie.” you can feel his heartbeat as he lays his weight down on top of you, like so many times before, as his words swirl around your head. Your first thought was that he was lying, how could he not be? Deep down, however, as you looked him in the eyes you were reminded that Marc was many things–but a good liar was not one of them.

“You can love me,” you say, “and still betray me.” you hear him let out a frustrated groan as he drops his head to your shoulder. You can feel his grip tighten before he lets your wrist go, and his weight on you is gone leaving you strangely cold. For a moment you think he’s letting you go, a foolish thought, one full of hope.

You were wrong.

No sooner had you gotten off the ground yourself, your feet were dangling above the ground as you were swung over his shoulder like you weighed nothing more than a sack of potatoes. Had this been ANY different situation your knees would be weak for a different reason.

Once again you fought, kicking and screaming. He wasn’t going to kill you, not yet, but you were honest when you said you weren’t going down without a fight. You didn’t even register entering the house until he sat you on the couch with an unceremonious plop, his hands gripping your shoulders and a frustrated look in his eye.

“What is it going to take to get you to believe me?” He said, voice low edging on a growl.

“Give me one good reason to believe that you wouldn’t give me up.” You said, eyes narrowing, “a reason that I would believe.'' There was a beat of silence, you see his brows furrowed together as his brain itches for an answer that you know he wouldn’t have. He has betrayed you and has all the reasons in the world to sacrifice you to the altar.

Then the lights starting flickering,

The hairs on your neck stood on end as you felt a shift in the air, the lights flickering and a hum of something else. Something you’ve never encountered before. Then you see the bandages wrapping themselves around Marc like snakes and his eyes were no longer the dark color you used to adore. They glowed now like moonlight reflecting off of water.

Of course.

You’ve seen the small articles in the paper passing by or clickbait news in the media about London’s vigilante who called themselves Moon Knight. You usually never paid much attention to it, you rarely were out past dark anyway why would you? Maybe you should’ve.

“If I wanted anything that they have,” You hear him say as the mask unbound itself to reveal his face, “I would’ve just taken it, and they couldn’t have stopped me.”

“You’re moon knight.” Of course the first person you fall in love with is not only a mercenary, but also a superpowered vigilante. Your life hasn’t been ordinary, why would your love life be?! You groaned in frustration as you leaned your head back against the couch, “well that explains why you always look exhausted and always came back home at weird hours.”

“You knew about that?” He asked, you gave him a deadpan look, “...of course you did.” You look at him for a moment and replayed every moment in your head leading up to this, he had a point. With these powers he really could have walked into any place, taken what he wanted, and left. He wouldn’t have needed you, but why keep you?

“Ok,” you start, “so you don’t intend to sell me or kill me or whatever.”

“I’ve been telling yo-”

“But why keep me?” You ask, “Why bring me here? Based on this house and location it is-”

“Everything you ever wanted.” Marc finished, his grip softening on your shoulders, “a small house with a sunroom, far away from everyone, a place to plant flowers and a lot more sun than what you got in the city…A home.”

“This would’ve taken at least half a year to build,” you say, “and another few weeks to a month to draft up the plans. So that means that you have been planning on bringing me here since-”

“Since fate decided to give us a second chance,” he said, “I couldn’t follow you before and lost you, trust me I tried to follow you but you were so damn good at running and hiding that I couldn’t find you. Then, one day, I see you on the bus. I was a fly on the wall, Steven was in charge, but I saw you. You have no idea how badly I wanted to talk to you, but seeing how you fled before, I knew I had to be patient. I told Steven everyday to talk to you, building him up until he eventually sat next to you.” You see him laugh a little, “I really shouldn’t have kept him up the night before, but it all turned out alright.”

He was sick, you knew this from the beginning, you just never looked below the surface of it. He needed help, something you couldn’t give him here.

“Baby,” You said softly, holding his hands as he knelt down in front of you, kissing the tops of his still bandaged covered hands, before leaning your forehead against his, you had to be calm. You had to convince him with honey and not vinegar. “Thank you so much for doing this, it must have been so much work.” You start, lowering your voice to barely a whisper, already sensing the tension leaving his body, “you must be so tired.”

“I am.”

“I’m just worried for you,” you said brushing your nose against his, “maybe we should see someone hmm? Like a specialist or a doctor, get you some melatonin or some medicine to help you sleep.” You feel him shake his head before you gently shush him, bringing a hand to cup his stubbly cheek, “just to help you sleep.”

“I don’t need them.” He says definitely, “I have you.”

“And you’ll always have me.” You promise, “let’s just call and make the appointment, I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to help.”

“No,” he mumbles quietly at first, “no” a little louder, “I don’t-”

“Do it for me?” You ask, fluttering your eyelashes and giving him a small smile, “please baby.” gently moving your hand to scratch the nape of his neck you knew he was putty.

“Ok,” he agrees.

“Ok,” you quietly repeat, trying to keep your tone even, “how about we call them right now and make an appointment?”

“No.”

“Ok,” you say, rubbing soothing circles on the back of his neck, “we don’t need to call them right now but in a short bit here, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You breathe in, “yeah.”

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kana-shimi · 1 year

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moon boys + skirts✨

#moon knight #moon knight fanart #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #Oscar isaac #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #Mcu #My art #moon system #moonknight art #mcu art

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jbreenr · 2 years

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⚠ MOON KNIGHT 105 SPOILERS ⚠

Okaaay…

I'll start saying that I love the fact that they added Marc's nose injury. A good touch, Marvel. I understood that reference.

I knew she was Taweret, what I didn't know was that they were in Duat, the Egyptian underworld.

Which means, of course, that they're dead.

Also, did I mention how cute Taweret is?

Who, by the way, mentioned the Astral Plane. And of course, she knows about it, but it's always good to have things like that mentioned in different MCU projects.

Did she take their hearts out? And put them on the scale? And now, the poster makes sense? The answer to all those questions is yes.

For a second I was sure that that memory, if him on the street was Jake because neither of them seemed to recognize it.

Hello, I hate Marc's mom. You do too? Let's start a club. My poor little baby didn't deserve any of that!

WE FINALLY SAS HOW HE BECAME THE FIRST OF KHONSHU!!!

I would have liked it if we could see the whole thing, but I guess that peek would do.

Also, i agree with Steven. Khonshu took advantage of Marc's situation, but we already knew that.

“My fist of vengeance, my Moon Knight.” I'm sorry if y'all heard my scream.

Lemme tell you, Marc's story is devastating. I do not wish anyone to have a mom like his, or to experience anything he went through.

But well, thanks to that we got to see how and why Steven was created. A coping mechanism to deal with all that.

Marc explains that his mom is dead. For a second I thought that, maybe, she didn't answer Steven's call because, well… we know why, but now we know it is because she's dead and I feel so bad for Steven at this point.

Now, nOW!! We see Steven in Harrow's office. I was not expecting that.

Even less, seeing Harrow calling Steven's mom.

And he, Steven, is crying. If there's something I hate with my entire soul is watching a man, an adult, cry. It makes me wanna cry.

And the fact that the memory of the street was Marc, outside of his parent's house, drinking during his mom's funeral (where he cried as well) broke my heart completely.

Oscar Isaac, love you buddy. You're, hands down (and forgive me, please RDJ) the best freaking actor there's ever been in the MCU!!

Taweret is really helping them. One would think she's not allowed but, well, I love her too, your honor. She was rooting for them.

Steven freaking fell off the boat and turned into… i mean, why? Why did that had to happen? Why didn't he make it to the boat? Why is the scale balanced? Why am I asking all these questions?

However, I'm going to ask one more: How am I supposed to survive a whole week to watch the final episode? There's no way in making it alive.

Now I know why everyone was saying that this episode was their favorite. It was mental!! It was awesome and I can't wait to see what happens next.

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Eleven

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Eleven: At the Sarcophagus

Summary: (Y/N) and Steven find the Sarcophagus of Ammit's Avatar, but Harrow finds it, too.

Mouse Note: Listen...I can't say I'm sorry, but, uh, yeah.

(Y/N) and Steven continued on their way through the new tunnel. It was a bit caved in with bits of rock fallen in their way, but nothing impeded them severely. Finally, they rounded a corner, and another chamber opened up.

“Oh my stars,” said Steven.

“My god,” said (Y/N).

They stared at the room, lit by a ray of sunshine reflected off pools and trickles of water. Stepping over rocks, they approached the burial chamber of the pharaoh. Statues and murals lined the walls, and the sarcophagus itself stood on a dais in the center of the room.

Steven stared at the artifacts. “Thutmose III. Nefertiti. It’s gotta be one of the big ones.”

“You nearly kissed her,” said Marc, and Steven stumbled.

“Steven?” asked (Y/N).

“Just Marc talking,” said Steven, trying to ignore him as they continued.

(Y/N) frowned and looked at his reflection in the water. They wished they could still hear Marc. It was lonelier without him. They wished they could be with Layla, Steven, and Marc all together again.

“I should try to drown you or punch you again,” said Marc. “But you also told her the truth about why I’ve been pushing her away. And that was unexpected. And you protected (Y/N).” So he wouldn’t try to hit Steven.

“Are these Macedonian?” said (Y/N), unknowingly interrupting the conversation. They knelt by the relics and murals. “I can’t remember these symbols or translate them, but these are Macedonian, aren’t they?”

Steven knelt next to them. “No way. That’s impossible. Only one pharaoh…But he called himself Egyptian.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “No way. No way. Is this really…?”

“I think we’re looking at the long-lost tomb of Alexander the Great,” breathed Steven, giddy and reverent all at once.

(Y/N) stared at it. “…Oh god. We have to open the sarcophagus.” It felt wrong to disturb the tomb, but this was Ammit’s tomb. Alexander the Great had been her Avatar. She needed to be stopped. Harrow needed to be stopped.

“That just feels wrong,” groaned Steven. “Everything inside of me is screaming not to open this thing.”

“You want Harrow to get to Ammit first?” said Marc.

“Of course I don’t want him to get to Ammit,” said Steven.

“Marc again?” said (Y/N).

“Yeah,” said Steven. He looked at (Y/N). “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” said (Y/N).

Steven nodded. Together, they put their hands on the lid of the sarcophagus and pushed. It was tough going, but they managed to shit the top end of the lid off enough so that they could see the mummy within. This was the Alexander the Great. In the flesh (literally, since he was a mummy).

“Where’s the ushabti?” said Marc.

“He’s not holding the ushabti,” said (Y/N) at the same moment, frowning.

Steven nearly smiled at the coincidence and answered both at once. “If you’re gonna hide it for all eternity, you’d probably put it in a place where the average looter wouldn’t think to look.”

(Y/N) coughed and pulled up their sleeves. “Um, I think I know where.”

“Where?” said Steven and Marc at the same time, though (Y/N) could only hear one.

“It’s the voice symbolism again,” said (Y/N), grimacing and gesturing to the wrapped head and throat of Alexander the Great.

“Oh. Oh, gross,” said Steven.

(Y/N) steeled themself, reached out, and pulled away the wrappings around Alexander the Great’s face. “I am so sorry,” they muttered to the mummy and the memory of their parents. They shouldn’t be disturbing a resting place like this. But it needed to be done.

“Oh…” Steven grimaced as (Y/N) slipped their hand into Alexander the Great’s mouth and reached into his throat.

Forcing themself not to retch, (Y/N) felt a wave of relief as they felt a stone sculpture. Grabbing it, they pulled it out. The sunlight illuminated the return of Ammit’s ushabti to the world.

“We found it,” breathed Steven.

“Good job, kid,” said Marc, unable to hold back the pride. He deflated as he remembered (Y/N) couldn’t hear him now.

(Y/N) nodded and smiled at Steven in relief.

Footsteps approached, and they tensed, whirling toward the passage. They relaxed as they saw it was Layla. She had made it.

“Layla, look!” said Steven proudly, gesturing to the ushabti in (Y/N)’s hands. “We won!” He laughed.

(Y/N) frowned. Layla’s eyes were narrowed, and her body was tense as she came closer. Something was off.

“(Y/N) had to reach down Alexander the Great’s throat, but we found it,” said Steven. He frowned as he finally saw Layla’s furious gaze. “You alright, love?”

“Can he hear me?” she snapped.

“Alexander? No, I don’t think so. God, I hope not,” chuckled Steven, trying to keep the good energy going.

Layla kept going. “What happened to my father?”

(Y/N) frowned and flinched. They didn’t like the feeling that was appearing in the room. Everything had been going fine. And now, now, something was wrong. (Y/N) stepped back.

Layla walked up to Steven. “I’m talking to you.”

“What?” asked Steven.

“I’m talking to you, Marc,” snapped Layla, trying to get him to come out and speak to her.

Steven frowned, his eyes rolled up, and when Layla had him looking at her again, it was Marc staring out. He had gotten control of the body.

“Come on, come on, let’s go,” said Marc, trying to take control of the situation and avoid the conversation. He took (Y/N)’s arm and Layla’s hand, but Layla pulled back.

“No,” she said forcefully.

“We need to go right now,” said Marc.

“What’s going on?” said (Y/N), pulling the end of their sleeves.

“Marc, no. No,” repeated Layla, refusing to go with him. “What happened to my father?!”

“Listen to me. We need to leave right now,” said Marc. “I will explain everything, I swear. But we have to go.”

“He’s telling the truth,” said (Y/N), trying to help but unsure of themself.

“No, I want to know now,” said Layla. She glared at Marc. “Did you kill Abdullah El Faouly?!”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and their gaze snapped to Marc. Their chest constricted as the terrible question was left in the air.

“Of course not. Of course I didn’t!” said Marc.

“He’s…He’s telling the truth,” said (Y/N). “He didn’t kill him, Layla.”

“But he was there,” said Layla, seeing that Marc was evading the whole truth. “Weren’t you?”

“Marc?” asked (Y/N), looking at him.

“I—” Marc couldn’t answer. Lying was impossible, but the truth was painful. It would destroy everything he’d built with Layla and whatever had started to grow between (Y/N) and Marc.

“Yeah, you were there,” said Layla. She could read him clearly.

Marc swallowed. Softly, he admitted the terrible truth. “I was there. Yeah. I was there.”

“Yeah. And how did he die?” snapped Layla.

(Y/N) covered their mouth and stepped back. “The mercenaries and the archaeologists.” What Fitzgerald and Kennedy had said in the car.

“Kid—” Marc reached out to them, but he let his hand drop. “I—My partner got greedy.” He spoke quietly, tiredly, as everything he’d never wanted to admit forced itself to the surface and destroyed what he’d built. “He executed everyone at the dig site. I tried to save your father, Layla, but I couldn’t. And I—”

Layla glared at him. “No. But you brought a killer right to him. Right?” She shoved him back, and Marc just took it.

He nodded helplessly, willing to take any abuse to make up for the terrible things he’d done. “Yeah. He shot me, too. I was supposed to die that night. But I didn’t die that night. And I should have.” Marc gazed at Layla with so much emotion as she wiped tears from her cheeks. “I’ve tried to tell you since the moment we met. But I just didn’t know how.”

Layla sobbed. Then, she froze. “Oh my god.”

“I’m sorry,” said Marc.

Layla turned on him. “That’s the reason we met.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they clutched the ushabti tightly.

“You just had a guilty conscience?” said Layla incredulously, and the way Marc stared back at her was answer enough.

“Layla—”

The sound of a rolling stone broke through the moment, and they all turned towards the passageway. The rustle of footsteps grew louder.

“They’re here,” said Marc in alarm.

“There must be another way out,” said Layla, wanting to stay alive to keep being angry.

“Okay, go, find it. Take (Y/N). I’ll hold them off,” said Marc, grabbing an ornamental axe from the sarcophagus.

At the same time, (Y/N) took their moment to go with Layla to stuff the ushabti into the backpack to hide it from sight. The moment that Layla darted to grab (Y/N), though, Harrow and his numerous armed men stepped into the room. Layla had to hide behind a column, and as (Y/N) tried to scramble back, a guard that had snuck around the side grabbed them. (Y/N) yelped. Marc’s eyes widened, and he took a step towards (Y/N) but froze as the guard held (Y/N) tightly and raised his gun. They kicked at him, but the man was stronger, and (Y/N) was stuck staring fearfully at Marc.

“Be gentle with them. They’re just misguided,” said Harrow to the guard.

(Y/N) and Marc’s eyes went to Harrow as he stood in the tomb with them. The scarab that had guided him there fell into his hand, the magic having done its job.

“Just you two, isn’t it?” said Harrow. “The rest is silence.” He strolled closer. “I remember the first morning I woke up knowing that Khonshu was gone. The quiet was liberating. You’re both free. And, of course, with that freedom comes choice. And right now, you both have a very important decision to make.”

Harrow walked towards (Y/N), and Marc tensed. He smiled at them, and (Y/N) flinched. “I know it’s been hard.” (Y/N) fought to avoid his gaze. “Being used by the gods. Pushed so far. Being so alone. But you can be alright, now.” They shook their head furiously. “You have nothing to worry about. You can let go of all the pain you feel. All the blame you feel.” He smiled kindly. “I know you think your parents’ death is your fault.” (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they let out a sound akin to a whimper, a desperate plea for him to stop. “You asked for them to show you Egypt. You begged them to take you to the place they’d met, fallen in love, worked and learned. And then they died.” Harrow reached out and put a hand on (Y/N)’s head, and they winced back. “That’s alright.” He removed his hand and took theirs into his.

Marc and Layla’s eyes widened as the cane began to swing back and forth. (Y/N)’s soul was being judged.

“Stop it,” shouted Marc, taking a step forward, but the guns raised and pointed at him.

(Y/N) was tempted to shut their eyes as the scales tattoo weighed back and forth. Unable to avert their eyes, though, (Y/N) watched as it settled. Their eyes widened. The scales were green. Their soul had been deemed worthy.

Harrow smiled. “I knew I had a good feeling about you.” He took back his cane and gazed at (Y/N). They reluctantly looked up at him. “Now the choice lies before you. You have been deemed worthy. Ammit wants you on her side. You can help relieve the pain of so many. You can have a purpose.”

(Y/N) stared at him, that word pulling at them, twisted around their heart and lungs. Their eyes flicked to Marc, staring at them with such worry that they felt their heart stir despite the pressure on it. (Y/N) looked back at Harrow evenly.

“I will never join you or Ammit,” said (Y/N), the words as honest as could be.

Harrow sighed. “I’m disappointed. Nonetheless, I’m afraid I can’t let you and live freely just yet.” He smiled. “We need the ritual to release Ammit.”

(Y/N) froze, and their eyes widened. Long ago, Ma’at had taught them different rituals, bits of ancient magic that might one day be needed. One was to release the gods from ushabtis. (Y/N) hadn’t understood the significance then, nor had they questioned why Ma’at wanted them to learn it, but now that Ma’at was imprisoned, (Y/N) understood. Ma’at had known her actions in the mortal world could get her imprisoned. She had made sure the Avatar she had basically raised would be able to come and free her.

Unfortunately, now, that meant (Y/N) could also free Ammit.

“Leave them alone,” said Marc forcefully.

Harrow turned to him with a smile. “After I bring Ammit to this world and allow her to create a better one, (Y/N) can live a life free of danger and worry. I just need them for a little while longer.” Harrow gestured to them. “And you could be a part of that world, too. You just need to do the right thing.”

Marc looked at (Y/N) and then at all the armed men. He knew how to answer. He grabbed the gun of one man and dragged him closer. The man stumbled, and Marc slammed the axe onto his arm before he could shoot. He slashed at the next closest man, and then he threw the axe at Harrow.

One of his guards stepped it front and took the blow, loyal until death. The man fell, and Harrow pulled something from the man’s belt as the guard fell. Harrow looked evenly at Marc, raised the pistol, and shot.

Bang!

(Y/N) screamed as Marc stumbled back, blood pooling on his white shirt.

“Marc!” they cried, trying to pull away from the guard. “No! Marc, Steven!” They screamed for both desperately, tears burning at their eyes.

Harrow stepped up and raised the pistol again.

“Please, please, please, no!” shouted (Y/N).

Bang!

Behind the column, Layla covered her mouth as tears spilled down her cheeks. (Y/N) let out another agonized scream. The second wound bled instantly, and Marc fell back. He collapsed off the dais of the sarcophagus and landed in the pool of water.

“I can’t save anyone who won’t save themselves,” said Harrow, daring enough to be saddened.

(Y/N) let out a sob as Marc’s body lay in the water, unmoving. He was gone. Steven was gone. The tiny bit of good and warmth and connection (Y/N) had gathered in their life had been ripped away once again.

(Y/N) was alone.

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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In The Dark

Moon Knight : Fic

Steven Grant x Reader

Word Count: 2248

Warnings: the dark can be very spooky 👻

Request: “Please my baby Steven G. Imagine: The city has a blackout when the reader is in his loft (they're best friends) and she got scared. They cuddle a bit to calm her down and they confess their love + hands around your waist as he pulls you closer, goosebumps swarming every part of your body that he touches” Anon

A/N: After seeing a terribly scary movie, you find yourself in a blackout and scared of the dark

It was dark inside the movie theater – only bright flashes of color as the screen played the horror flick. It smelt of buttered popcorn and warm pretzels, full of the sounds of crinkled wrappers and clinking ice cubes.

Not to mention the terrifying silence of the movie as the heroine peered around a darkened corner.

(Y/N) had long since eaten her popcorn, stress eating the bucket with exceptional speed, and was now scrunched in the chair with the tensest of muscles. Reclined in a cushioned theater seat, she pulled the blanket she brought to her chin, socked feet tucking closer and closer to her body.

She shouldn’t complain – it was her idea to see the latest and greatest scary movie after all. She had to say she was handling it better than her best friend positively quaking in the seat beside her.

Steven Grant – dependable, kind, intuitive Steven Grant – was not a fan of horror. Yet he still dealt with the ghosts, cults, and killers just to spend another evening with her.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile after the next jump scare. While she flinched terribly and clutched at her blanket, Steven nearly jumped a foot into the air. The next time they go out she would suggest getting a seatbelt for his chair.

“Shit,” he whispered tersely, “This is terrible.”

She smiled, “It’s so good.” She leaned closer to his side and found that he was already as close as he could get to her.

Their arms touched, (Y/N) much more scrunched than Steven and resting her head against his shoulder, supposedly to hide her face. From the high vantage point, Steven could gaze down and see her nuzzled against him.

(Y/N) would credit the fast pace of his heart to the movie. Steven would say it was from her touch.

The next jump scare, complete with a crescendo of sound, made Steven grip her hand with a cried, “Ah bollocks!”

She had to contain a giggle at his reaction, flickering her eyes to his hand covering the entirety of her own. She wiggled her fingers away from the blanket to thread between his.

His hand was limp at first, (Y/N) giving him a reassuring squeeze, supposedly to help him through the scariest bits.

Steven was scared alright, but not so much about the movie anymore. His dark eyes widened as her fingers found purchase between his. It was a blessing they were in the middle of a crowded theater where the proper etiquette was to remain quiet, because he would’ve said something terribly stupid and incoherent at the gesture.

He squeezed back, refraining from running his thumb along hers like he wanted to. Refraining from resting his head against hers like he wanted to. Refraining from lifting the armrest to pull her into a cuddle like he wanted to.

Instead they anxiously enjoyed the rest of the movie, holding hands as if it were just to support one another and not because they’ve been searching for an excuse to.

The credits began to roll, and (Y/N) promptly drew away, folding her blanket and grabbing the empty bucket of popcorn. Steven sat there and watched her a moment longer, hand open and waiting for her to take it again.

“Ready?” she asked, standing and looking at him with a questioning, if not puzzled, expression. “I’m not sure I can walk through the parking lot alone… in the dark.”

He took the hint with a few blinks to clear his lovestruck vision. “Course,” he said, “Allow me.” He draped her blanket over his arm and took the popcorn.

She smiled, leading the way outside. It was late into the night, cars surrounded by a blanket of chilled darkness. The only light came from a few yellowed streetlamps giving off a faint hum of electricity.

(Y/N) hummed her anxiety as they walked nearly shoulder to shoulder. Steven looked at her knowingly.

“You know, one would think loving horror movies meant you were past things like being afraid of the dark.”

“Movies are different,” she said defensively, but a smile was on her face, “I know it’s just a screen. But real life?” she looked around into the darkness, “My imagination kind of runs wild. There could be anything hiding in there.”

Steven hid a grin, “I think you like being scared.”

“No one likes being scared.”

“It’s your rush of adrenaline,” he said, letting her drive as he got into the passenger seat. “You’re an adrenaline junkie when you’re scared.”

She made sure the doors were locked – twice, “Maybe you’re right.” She eyed the dark streets tentatively before putting the keys into the ignition. “I’m going to regret it when I try to sleep tonight.”

Steven kept sneaking looks at her face. His hands were subconsciously fisted in the blanket.

“Do you… do you want to come back to my place, maybe?”

“And watch another scary movie?” she laughed.

“No, no…” he said with a wince, “Just until we calm down enough to sleep. If we’re going to be up all night scared we might as well do it together.”

She turned the wheel, “Not a bad idea.” She gave him a look, “As long as you don’t mind me possibly crashing there.”

Steven stared at her a moment before spluttering, “Oh, no not at all. You’re welcome to. You could take my bed if you wanted. In fact I insist. You should take my bed.”

She started laughed again, “Steven, I couldn’t take your bed. I’ll curl up on the lounge chair.”

He hummed his disapproval, “Oh that simply won’t do.”

“You don’t exactly have an adult sized couch in your flat,” she said, “And it’s not like I haven’t taken naps in that chair before.”

They bickered about it the entire car ride until (Y/N) cleverly said, “What are you going to do? Tie me up with that ankle restraint of yours?”

Every thought evaporated from Steven’s mind at that image.

They got into the flat with a heated discussion of the movie plot – the quality of scares, number of twists, and overall acting – it made their nerves flutter into something more lighthearted. Steven offered to make a cup of tea and (Y/N) occupied the lounge chair near the little tv.

“I just don’t understand why someone would willingly choose to walk towards a scary noise,” Steven mused, pouring the kettle into two mugs. “It’s like they have no survival instincts, innit?”

(Y/N) craned her neck to talk to him, “I’d walk towards a scary noise.”

“You would not.”

“I would want to know who’s breaking into my bloody house! You think I’d go to sleep after hearing something and not investigating?”

Steven opened a box of teabags, “And that, love, is why you’d be the first character to die.”

“Nonsense,” she chortled, “You’d give yourself away with calling out ‘hello?’ and become the next target.”

There was a faint pop and the entire flat fell into darkness. It was as if someone threw a bag over their heads, muffling not just light but the sound as well. It was eerily quiet and full of pinpricks on the back of the neck.

(Y/N) was the first to let out a breath, “Steven?” It was only a couple seconds later but her fear drew out the time.

“Hang on,” came his voice, “Power might’ve gone out.”

A clatter on the table and a hiss from Steven meant he bumped into the cups of tea. He was scrambling for the light switch near the door.

(Y/N) pulled her knees to her chest, turning towards where she knew the window was. It was dark outside, but she was hoping to see the streetlamps below through the glass. The fact that she couldn’t see a speck of light told her that the power might’ve gone out on the whole block.

The clicking of the light switch preceded Steven groaning, “It’s a power outage.” He gave a huffy laugh, “Brilliant.”

“Um… Steven?”

He tensed at her voice, “Yeah?”

She swallowed hard, “Could you come over here? I’m…” She sounded small, as if the dark was stifling her, “It’s a little scary.”

“Right – yeah, ‘course.” He licked his lips, extending his arms to feel for any incoming furniture as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. “Oof, sorry,” he apologized to the dining table that bit into his shin.

(Y/N) jumped at the crash but was grateful for the sound distracting her from what could be lurking in the dark. Steven kept apologizing to the things he was toppling over.

The books on the desk, stubbing his toe, “Sorry.” The rug tripping his feet, “So sorry.”

He could vaguely make out the lounge chair and (Y/N)’s silhouette, “Hello there.”

She gave a shaky sigh, “Hi.”

Steven crouched beside her, holding onto the armrest, “Are you alright?” He tried to make out her face in the dark, clearly more frightened than his own.

“How unlucky to have seen a horror movie right before a blackout,” her little laugh was strained, “I think my nerves are shot.”

“Oh,” he sounded worried, “Oh, it’s alright. It’s just a little power outage. There’s nothing to be scared of here.”

“Just the dark.”

Steven smiled, “Nope, I’m afraid it’s just me and Gus. There’s nothing else here.”

Her hand found his against the armrest, “Could we sit here… just until the lights come back on.”

White noise filled Steven’s head, his expression going slack. He hesitated while he thought of sitting there just him and (Y/N) for what could be hours. “Of course, love.”

She pulled on his wrist, urging him into the chair.

He fumbled, “Oh you mean… in the… right.” He awkwardly fell into the chair, pressed snug to (Y/N). He held his hands out, unsure where to put them, laying their stiffly with nowhere to go.

(Y/N) took the initiative, wrapping her arms around his waist, half laying on him with a leg bent between his. He just laid there, scrunched and uncomfortable with his hands poised in the air around them.

She squeezed him, sighing into his side, and his stomach flipped.

“Steven.”

“Yeah,” he whispered dryly. The funny feeling in his stomach was taking hold of his throat.

“You can hold me back,” she said, “It might be a while before the lights come on – I need you to protect me.”

He choked, “Right, sorry.”

His hands were tentative as he wrapped them around her waist. Some of his fingers found her ribs and became frozen. One swipe up with his thumb and he’d be brushing the underside of her…

“Are you okay?” she suddenly asked. “You’re hardly breathing.”

The only noise Steven could make was a strangled laugh.

His soft, hesitant fingers were sending goosebumps across her arms.

“Are you feeling better about the dark?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” she said, feeling all warm and covered in pinpricks. “Thanks to you.”

“My pleasure,” he said. He was starting to melt into her. Now not so uncomfortable with their position. He wrapped around her more tightly, finding comfort in the way her head nestled beneath his chin.

It was the perfect excuse to hold her close. First the horror movie and then the blackout. One would think unseen forces were trying to draw them together.

After a long few moments, Steven cleared his throat, stirring her against him.

“What is it?” she asked, eyes fully adjusted to the dark now. She watched his fingers find a seam in her shirt and begin to nervously trace and pick at it.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said above the sound of his own thrumming heart, “We’ve been friends for a while, yeah?”

She smiled, “Best friend I have.”

The pride filling his chest in combination with his erratic heart was making it more difficult to continue, “Well, I was thinking, what would you say to getting dinner with me?”

“What, at that new Thai place we talked about earlier?”

“No,” he said quickly, “No, I was thinking something in a nicer part of town.”

She leaned into him, “You want to get all dressed up?”

“And take you out.”

She stilled against him, and his heart leapt into his throat, effectively choking him as he awaited her response.

“Take me out… like on a date?”

He fought every nerve in his body to keep his voice even. “Yeah, if you like. But if not we could try that Thai place like you said.” He held onto her as if his confession would make her want to leave. “It was just a thought.”

There was a smile in her tone when she finally replied, “You beat me to it.” She had to hold him back just as tightly to keep herself from squirming, “I’ve been spending all night trying to come up with a way to tell you.”

He was shifting in her grasp, trying to get her to look at him, “What?”

She felt that flip in her stomach to hear his disbelief, and she rose her head to meet his gaze, “It’s been months now,” she said warmly, “And I still haven’t found the right way to tell you I love you.”

Steven gawked, incoherent strings of words falling from his mouth. “I… I love you too.” He turned achingly sweet, a hand rising to cup her cheek and touch her hair. “I love you too!” he repeated, eyes crinkling in the corners as a smile overtook his face.

And the dark wasn’t so scary anymore.

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jakelcckley · 2 years

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three amazing and legendary actors flipping us off in one picture

Interact in this post for good luck

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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Steven's soft " Marc :(" when Marc was about to put someone in past tense with his bare hands, by the way. If you even care.

#I LOVE HIM HIS BABY ENERGY IS TOO HIGH #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #moon knight #moonknight #mcu moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #don't tag as ship pls #oscar isaac #steven grant x reader #layla el faouly #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #protective marc spector

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marc spector

ghost-blood by starlightsoul

heartbeat by ayyyeee

konshu's bitch by reaperrue

laters, gators by wxndamaximoff

lifecycle of the sun by indecentlyexposed

never trust a stranger by anonymous

our lonely hearts by artemismoon

poker by aniqua_a

smudges by startrekkingaroundasgard

the start of something wonderful by startrekkingaroundasgard

to love a london boy by yespolkadot_kitty

#marc spector #steven grant #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moonknight x reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe

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crazyyfilmyfreak · 2 years

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I don't even need a meme today coz i think these two pics summarizes today's Moon Knight Episode and our reaction to it as well 💀

Also to those who haven't read the comic or still didn't made into the Wikipedia page 💀Tawaret is like a Goddess of childbirth

And Steven is such a Nice Guy Man i mean 😭 Since the moment he saw layla he always looked at her like a cute puppy who's desperate for love and finally when she comes and leans forward to kiss him he could've just played it cool and kiss her back but did he do that ? NO

You may ask why because he's so fucking nice, sweet and honest that he didn't want to throw Marc under the bus and get the love from Layla , So he told her the real reason why Marc split from her in order to protect her and finally after saying all this he kisses her like a REAL GENTLEMAN who he truly is 😭❤ I just love him so much

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layla4567 · 9 months

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I'm just a librarian ✿ pt2

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: Your relationship with Steven is flourishing but on the other hand a mystery lurks at night, a white figure that you saw jumping through the roofs will keep you alert

A/N: I decided that the claim face for the reader will be Evelyn Camahan from "The mummy", but you can imagine it however you want, it's just a reference.

<---Part 1 Part 3---->

I had returned to the library and Selma was waiting for me with an inquisitive look.

"How did you do in your date?"

She punctuated the last word on purpose just to make me blush.

"Date? Please it wasn't a date, it was my break time"

"Yeah, and you decided to spend it with the British with the tender smile"

Selma raised her eyebrows and gave me a knowing smile.

"Well, yeah, so what, do you have a problem with that?"

I straightened up and lifted my chin defiantly.

"C'mon, admit that you like him!"

I opened my mouth in surprise and grabbed a small book and then gently hit Selma's head, who looked at me amused without being able to stop laughing.

"Don't be ridiculous! I don't like him, he just seems like a nice person to me"

"Keep lying to yourself, I know how self-convincing feels. I practice it every day pretending that I like the boss"

I shook my head with a smile as we went back to our duties in the library. At nightfall I left work and came home. I walked through the streets carefree admiring the stars in the firmament, there was a beautiful full moon. The cobblestone streets I walked on made noise when I hit my heels. I was almost there when out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something in the sky, like a white figure running across the roofs of the low houses. Surprised I looked up trying to discover what had been that, I was waiting in silence to see if I heard something, just my heart beating fast. Until some quick footstep noises alerted me, they could be heard from above. I ran into an alley near the wall of a house. The figure passed over me again this time, but it was so fast that I couldn't capture almost anything, I had only seen a large white cloak blowing in the wind and a hooded head. Somewhat frightened I awkwardly retraced my steps towards my apartment.

the next day..

Now I was sitting again where always, at my desk looking out the windows but something was different. I felt worried or rather confused. In my head the images of the night before were mixed, that mysterious being running and jumping through the roofs of the houses like a fireball. Selma quickly, as always, took me out of my thoughts.

"Hello? Where is your mind? I told you if you would help me arrange the books on the shelves"

She snapped her fingers in front of me to wake me from my slumber.

"Oh sorry, I was thinking about… never mind, I'll help you"

We went to the shelves at the back of the library, we placed the ladder and each one went up in turns. Warm morning sunlight streamed in from the window.

"Are you going to tell me what you were thinking or not?"

Selma looked at me anxiously as she held the ladder for me, she looked like a capricious girl jumping up and down so that her mother could buy her an ice cream.

"It's nothing important, besides it's none of your business"

"Well-she snorts- I hope it wasn't Steven, remember that today you were going to visit him at the museum"

I almost fell off the stairs hearing that, I grabbed the books I put on the shelf with force and looked at her in surprise.

"What? Don't tell me you forgot? And then I'm the distracted one"

Shit, with what had happened last night I had completely forgotten about my date with Steven. I quickly got off the stairs, stumbling over the steps while Selma held it as best she could.

"Wow, wow slow down girl!"

"You have to help me, tell the boss I'm not here. Make up anything, that I got sick or whatever, please!"

I grabbed Selma's arms desperately.

"Fine but I don't know if-.."

"Thank you!!"

I hugged Selma who looked at me with disgust and ran away as fast as I could.

"You owe me one, the boss is not going to like this.."-she sigued

And as if she had called to him in thought, the boss appeared behind her with a frown and hands on hips.

"I just saw Y/n run away, may I ask why?"

"You see, uhmmm...she…was constipated"

"Beg you pardon?"

"Yeah..."

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I didn't like leaving all the responsibility to my friend, but she will know how to get out of trouble easily, I hope. I got to the entrance of the museum, it was huge and reminded me of the parthenon. There were exhibits of all kinds, especially Egyptian, pyramids, sarcophagi etc. I saw Steven at the gift shop counter and walked over without hesitation.

"Hi Steven!"

Steven seemed distracted and when he heard my sweet voice he jumped and looked at me, I think he didn't expect to find me so quickly. I laughed funny

"I'm sorry, it seems that now I was the one who scared you"

"No, no you didn't scare me, you could never scare me. It's just that I didn't expect to see you like this suddenly"

Steven's eyes gleamed on me as his shy smile widened as he suddenly pulled out a small pyramid-shaped key ring from under the counter and held it out to me with an open palm as if it were a gold coin.

"This is for you"

My heart fluttered like a butterfly and I could feel lighter as if my feet were floating in the air. It was an extremely beautiful detail, even if it wasn't a giant bouquet of roses or an emerald ring, I still preferred small details but made with the heart.

"My God Steven, is it really for me?"

"Of course! And you don't have to pay me anything, don't worry about it. We have too many keyrings in stock so I'm giving you this one."

He gave it to me with both hands as if it were the most precious object he was giving me, I took it with trembling hands while biting my lip trying not to let the tears come out. Steven had an innocence and a heart of gold that made me emotional, he was definitely not a man like any other. In his being he did not have a hint of bad intentions and that was the purest and most beautiful thing he had seen in a man.

"Thanks Steven"

My voice came out hoarse with emotion and my eyes were wet so Steven misunderstood and got worried.

"Oh no, you don't like it right? I knew that I should give you something else, I even called my mom to ask her for advice but it seems that her cell phone is still broken because the message did not arrive and..-"

"No, is not that"

I grabbed Steven's wrist to make him stop.

"Steven… I loved the keychain, it's just… nobody had ever given me a gift like this, I mean, the fact that you thought of me and gave me a pyramid means a lot to me"

Steven sighed and his warm smile returned to his face. Then he showed me the entire museum, we walked from top to bottom looking at all the exhibits that were there. We arrived at a side where a mummy and its sarcophagus were exhibited.

"And here I present to you the great pharaoh Tutankhamun, ta-daa!"

The British opened his arms and approached the mummy as if he were a circus presenter. I giggled tenderly

"Did you know that for the Egyptians the afterlife looked like a field of reeds? A place where they could rest in peace"

Steven began to tell me things about what he knew about Egyptian history, it was nice to see how his face lit up and he lost the shyness to talk about what he likes. I only watched him happily and in silence

"Oh sorry am I boring you? Am I talking too much?"

His face turned to worry as he returned to his withdrawn attitude, I reached over and grabbed his cheeks laughing. He blushed like he never had before and was trying hard to maintain eye contact.

"How could I get bored with you Steven? You're a very educated person and I love seeing your face light up when you talk about what you're passionate about, it's cute"

Steven nodded gawking like a student on his first day of school. I walked away smiling to go down the stairs expecting him to follow me from behind. In response, he simply smiled shyly and sighed for a long time, staying in his place.

"You come?"

Steven nodded quickly and trotted after me. After that Steven walked me out. I was very quiet, I was still thinking about that white figure that I had seen on the roofs. He noticed.

"Is everything alright? You stayed very thoughtful and quiet"

"Oh, yes, I know, it's just… something strange happened to me yesterday. I was walking at night to get to my apartment when suddenly I saw someone go by jumping on the roofs.."

"Jumping? through the roofs?"

"Yes, I didn't see it well but it was like a person wrapped in a kind of white hooded cloak, I couldn't see his face"

Steven was looking at me with a confused frown.

"I know it's strange, surely you think I'm crazy"

He raised his eyebrows and waved his hands as if to shake the thought out of my head.

"No no no! I didn't think that! In fact, strange things happen to me very often, I think I'm the crazy one"

We both laugh at the absurdity of the situation. I said goodbye with a kiss on Steven's cheek who stared at me with dreamy eyes.

"Oh I almost forgot, remember to return the books tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure, later gators"

Steven waved his hand childishly as his face broke into a goofy grin. I looked at him smiling the way a mother watches her son do some innocent mischief. Yes, Steven was definitely someone special.

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ahhh I promise that in the next chapter it will get more interesting but it is a slow burn story, sorry

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