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Yeah, I’ve seen it.
Hi could I please request with any of the moon boys afternoon in the public library selecting a lot of books because they keep finding different ones by author's you love and they're carry them all and the elderly lady behind the counter thats been watching says that they are a lovely young man and a keeper. Thank you 💜 😊
Escape (Jake Lockley x reader)
A/N: EEEE THIS WAS A CUTE IDEA. I had done something similar with the other two babies, so I hope you don’t mind me choosing Jake <3 yes the most unlikely place you’ll find this man is the library but let's go with it hehe.
Word Count: 1.6 k
Love can be blinding, and Jake feels like it is blaring in his ears through sonnets and poems. He learned from you that to love is to not hurt, but to let things be. To love is to be free. Your tender beauty and kindness had been his pride’s undoing. He didn’t realise that his heart got snatched away until it started beating by the song of your own heart.
Rest
Pairing: Steven Grant x gn!reader
Word Count: 750+
Summary: a sleepy cuddle with Steven
Warnings/Tags: just some cuddling fluff that I think about all the time, not really any description of reader, reader also doesn't talk, trying to keep it as neutral as possible, I don't think there's anything else but let me know if I've missed something
a/n: two posts in one week omg, Happy Holidays bbys😘
Steal My Warmth
summary: matt lets you use him as a pillow.
pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader
warnings: none! fluffy fluff here
wordcount: 379
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The way Matt loved you was devastating. He ached when you weren’t near, and when you were he found his fingers were always reaching for you to come a little closer. His hands always found themselves wrapped around your midsection, the extra skin letting him steal an abundance of warmth and softness from you.
When you’d asked him if you could slip under the blanket with him on the couch, he told you you didn’t have to ask as he peeled away the thick fluffy cover.
Just A Gut Feeling (Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant)
Part 2 of the Nosey Neighbor series
Summary: Okay maybe there is a little bit of a problem with how far your curiosity can go, because what used to be just a curious eye kept on your neighbor has you tripping into a rabbit hole that you don’t think you’ll be able to climb out of.
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: Moon Knight Ep.1 Spoilers, Mentions of blood, major bodily injury, cursing
Part 1: Nosey Neighbor
Part 3: Crashing Red Waves
A/N: This is written with little to no prior knowledge about Moon Knight/Marc Spector/Steven Grant other than what was shown in the first episode. After all the fun I had writing the first one, and the positive feedback I received I decided to make it a series!
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You knew something was going to go wrong, you could feel it in your gut.
You had learned quickly that whenever your gut told you something was right or wrong, it was usually best to just go with it.
It usually ended up being correct, which was then followed up to people asking you how you were able to guess someone’s name spelling right or if a bar fight was about to happen. It was your party trick, nothing more.
Marc, spelt M-A-R-C. It wouldn’t have been your first guess but you would’ve gotten there eventually.
‘Think you could use those keen eyes of yours to watch over me when I’m not in control?’
Your infatuation with the mystery that was your neighbor was really starting to piss you off.
Nosey Neighbor (Marc Spector x Reader)
Summary: There’s nothing wrong with a little curiosity right? So what if you just wanted to know what EXACTLY your neighbor was up to every night during the witching hour, that totally isn’t weird.
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: Mention of blood, MoonKnight Ep.1 Spoilers (if you squint)
Part 2: Just a Gut Feeling
A/N: This is written with little to no prior knowledge about Moon Knight/Marc Spector/Steven Grant other than what was shown in the first episode. I wanted to dabble in writing for him, so this is could definitely expand into something more but as of right now it is just a fun analysis basically.
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You were always that person, ever since you were a little kid, to remind everyone of the full rhyme.
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
You had a knack for noticing and looking for any and all details when it came to anything you found interesting. Your mind couldn’t put down the puzzle until you knew everything you could about it, preferably to the point of solving said puzzle of course.
Which led you to your fascination with your neighbor.
The consensus on your floor was that he was an odd guy. Not only because he seemingly kept to himself, keeping his head down and only giving passing glances but more so because of the so called sketchy vibes he “gave off”. Everyone else described him as odd, weird, and someone to steer clear off. Many of them had either no interaction with him or ones they would rather forget late in the night.
You would describe him as interesting, but maybe that was because of the oh so watchful eye you had.
The first time you were drawn to him genuinely through your own experience and not through word of mouth from judgey neighbors, you were lucky enough to have the night shift at the diner you worked at. Well not so much a night shift but a graveyard shift, leading you to get home at around four or five am.
It was an odd time to get home, many people on the midnight bus were nurses or tired diner workers like yourself. There were a few people that seemingly were just getting finished with their pub crawls, as when the bus doors opened the stench of their alcohol content leaked off them and tainted the sweet dewy smell of the night you had gotten used to. Leaning your head against the condensated window with a huff, you watch the streetlights wiz by and listen to the steady breathing of those around it. It was a calm night from what you remember, nothing out of the ordinary.
That is until you got home.
Strawberry Rhubarb
Summary: You get kidnapped by Fisk.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader
Warnings (please read this entire list before proceeding!): Violence, blood, forced nudity, physical assault, torture, feelings of inadequacy, torture with knife, strong profanity, burning, stabbing, concussion.
A/N: This is set sometime in S2 when Fisk doesn't know for certain that Matt is Daredevil, but he is suspicious of him and definitely doesn't like him.
Also, it's a bit long, so I skimmed it for mistakes, but that's it. I'm at the airport because I have to fly home for a family emergency and I'm too tired to bother reading through critically lol
steven grant- hug me
summary: steven comforts you after a rough day
steven grant x gn!reader, minor marc spector x gn!reader, minor jake lockley x gn!reader
warnings: cursing
word count: 1667
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Steven Grant gave the best hugs.
Whether it was quick ones before he was off to work at the museum or long ones while you rested on the couch with a book in your lap while he rested his head on your shoulder.
Steven Grant was the best boyfriend you could’ve asked for, especially when you were having the worst possible day.
You had woken up late that morning because Steven had to go extra early to work and was usually the one to wake you.
You had checked the digital clock at your bedside and immediately sprung up when you saw that you were late for work.
You quickly put on your clothes and brushed your teeth before grabbing your work bag from the kitchen counter, ignoring the pancakes with little chocolate hearts on them forming in the shape of a smiley face, and rushed to work.
The moment you got there you were greeted by a stern look from your boss and jeering co-workers.
“L/N, this is unacceptable behavior you are more than three hours late without any notice. You mind as well just go home since you’re practically no use here anyway,” your boss had her arms crossed over her blazer-covered chest, her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at you.
Your heart hammered in your chest when she said these cruel words.
Your co-workers stood behind her, covering their snickers with their mouths as they stared at you, their grins full of malice.
“Okay,” you whispered as you felt tears fill your eyes.
“Nice job, Y/N!” your coworker Erica cackled maniacally as she braced her arm on her friend beside her.
“Classic Y/N, I mean what can I say boss, they’ve always been a menace here,”
Your heart tugged.
Why did you deserve this much hate from them?
You desperately wanted to argue that you were rarely ever late and you always made an effort to bake your co-workers and boss baked goods while also giving them gifts.
“You know what,” your boss started towards you and ripped your nametag from your jacket, the pin making a hole in your jacket- your favorite one.
The workers gasped and then doubled into laughter at your embarrassing state.
“I don’t even think you need to work here anymore if you can’t use your time management skills.
You turned before they could see you break, starting towards the elevator.
The moment the doors closed and you were left in solitude, the tears slipped down your cheeks.
You hated showing signs of weakness. The idea of crying and not being strong in every moment made you sick.
Showing yourself to Steven, Marc, or Jake in this way made you feel embarrassed.
You didn’t want to be a task to them.
So you swiped away at your tears and went to your car with a determined look on your face acting like everything was fine and that you didn’t just get fired.
The confident face you put on wasn't working.
You put on your playlist of happy songs trying to concentrate on the lyrics and instead on the pain you were feeling.
You gulped painfully as you entered the garage to your flat.
Your neighbors cheerfully said their hellos while you gave them a quick wave, trying hard to force your tears back.
The moment you entered your apartment you burst into tears, trying to find comfort on your bed as you plopped your face promptly onto Steven’s pillow, inhaling his scent.
How could you be so fucking irresponsible and let this all happen? It was all your fault and maybe you did deserve the torment of your former co-workers. Maybe you did deserve to lose your job.
A broken sob left your lips as you tried to stifle your noises on your boyfriend’s pillow.
When Steven walked into the flat he was in a giddy mood. Donna hadn’t harassed him today, Marc and Jake were behaving while he had his turn of the body, and now he was able to get off of work early and see you.
The moment he took in the surroundings of his flat he felt as if something was off.
He turned to the kitchen where your uneaten pancakes sat cold.
Y/N didn’t eat your pancakes. That’s never happened before, the voice of Marc rung in Steven’s ears, clearly confused.
Steven’s eyebrows furrowed together as he scanned the atmosphere of the apartment once more.
On the living room couch sat your workbag and a large box.
“That wasn’t there before,” Steven raised an eyebrow as he approached the box with caution and stared at its contents-it was all of the stuff that you had placed on your desk at work.
Did they get fired? Jake growled.
Y/N was the best at their job how would they get fired? Marc’s tone was confused but was mixed with a twinge of annoyance.
“Guys there’s probably a perfectly good explanation for this that Y/N can explain. Now, where are they?” Steven’s soft eyes raked around before he walked into your shared bedroom where he found you sobbing into his pillow.
The three alters let out a shared gasp at your state.
You never acted like this.
Steven, I think this is more your territory…but once they say who hurt them then it’ll be my turn Jake stated, a determined look on his face in the mirror.
Marc rolled his eyes at Jake and shook his head lightly.
Just be there for our Y/N, Marc gave a sad smile before Steven turned away from them and turned his attention onto you.
“Y/N?” the British alter made his voice as soft as possible as you swung over and faced him, your heart pounding in your chest and stray tears streaking your face.
Caught.
“Steven, what are you doing back here so early?” you questioned before wiping away your tears rapidly.
Your boyfriend joined you on the bed and gently grasped your hands to pause your actions.
“There’s no need to try and hide your emotions from me, love. What happened?” he held one of your hands and let the other slide up your cheek.
“I don’t want to be a burden on you, Steven. I don’t want to be a burden on any of you,” you were quiet as you stared down at your lap, ashamed of your emotions.
Y/N a burden on us? That’s bullshit Marc grunted while Jake next to him stood in silence, anger radiating off of him.
Why would they ever think that? We love them so much Jake clenched his fists.
“Alright knock it off you two,” Steven rolled his eyes before returning his attention to you.
“Y/N, you aren’t a burden on us. We love you so much and we are always here to care for you and love you,” Steven caressed your face, the pads of his thumbs so gentle.
You squeezed your eyes shut as tears slipped down your cheeks.
“Oh darling,” Steven pulled you into his arms as your wails were swallowed by his shoulder.
It physically hurt the three alters to see you breaking down like this. In some way, they felt like it was their fault.
You cried and cried while Steven simply held you, peppering kisses onto your head and whispering sweet nothings in an attempt to soothe you.
Once your sobs muffled down to sniffles, Steven planted a chaste kiss to your cheek before lifting your head off of his now tear-stained t-shirt.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffed.
“What why?” your boyfriend’s brown eyes widened.
“Your shirt,” you pointed.
Instantly his eyes softened as he took in your form.
Your eyes were bloodshot and glassy and your face looked dry from your tears.
“It’s okay…now do you want to tell me what’s wrong… we want to help you,” Steven leaned in, his curls falling over his forehead as he took your hand and pressed a delicate kiss to the back of it.
Your heart melted at his words and the sweet gesture.
“I-I got fired,” you stuttered as Steven’s jaw dropped like his goldfish.
“Fired? But you were the best worker there! You actually knew what you were doing,” he ran a hand through his hair frustratedly as his head practically exploded with the angry responses from Marc and Jake.
“Guess not since I was late this morning,” your voice was small.
“You’re saying they fired you for being late one time? That’s absolutely absurd,” he shook his head as you shrugged your shoulders.
“What’s done is done I guess,” you sighed before planting your face into Steven’s chest.
“Your boss has always been jealous of you. And so have your co-workers. Remember when the big boss said that you could be up and running for your boss’ job. Oh, she didn’t like that,” Steven’s British accent was thick with contempt.
“Tomorrow we’ll go up to them and I’ll tell them why they need a hard worker like you,” a determined look came across his face as you said nothing.
“Are you okay love?”
“My mental breakdown was just so exhausting I think I need a few more days before I can go back and face them,” you sighed as you curled up in his chest and he wrapped his arms around you.
“God I love your hugs. You know the only reason why I think this whole debacle happened is that you didn’t give me a hug this morning,” you whispered as you nuzzled your nose into his chest making his cheeks flame.
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest as he let you enjoy the feeling of his arms while he enjoyed holding you close to him.
After a few moments, he spoke up again.
“Poppet I know you’re having a rough day but you know what I think will help you feel better just a bit?”
“What?”
“A pint of ice cream,” a grin stretched across his features.
"Now we're talking,"
Sweet Tooth ☾ Steven Grant × Female!Reader
Request: yes! from @bubblegumfanfics - Totally require a Steven Grant fix where the reader is a hella good baker and Steven loves her little treats. She tries confessing to him by making him chocolates and all of the things he loves but he isn’t getting a picture. One day the reader turns up at his place with chocolates and freshly baked snacks for a movie night and as they’re doing that Steven just goes like “You know I’m in love with you, right?”
Warnings: if you have a sugar craving or crave something as soon as you read it, i apologize. trust me, im craving sweets now & i don’t have much of a sweet tooth. also, if you don’t like Peacock, im sorry :,) I’ve been watching a lot of stuff on there recently & it’s free unless you don’t want ads so naturally, my broke self loves it & im tired of Netflix rn 💀
Another day, another batch of left overs from the treats you made for your bakery. Usually, you would save them for the next day, but since it was Friday, you decided you’d take them home to try new recipes you found in cookbooks and on YouTube. Fridays were also one of the days in the week where you get to see Steven Grant; your favorite customer and the man you had a crush on. He’s always been so nice to you and, although sometimes shy and awkward, made decent conversation with you. You probably wouldn’t admit it to his face, but you absolutely loved it when he rambled about Egypt and different historic items as well as their Gods and Goddesses.
Not only did you know of his love for all things Egyptian, you also knew of his love for sweets, especially when it comes to chocolate, so each time he came in, you’d always add some form of romance to his goodies, but he never noticed. Today was different though as you both had a tradition to go to his house to watch a movie every other Friday.
You finished cleaning your bakery before packing some brownies, some homemade chocolate bars, chocolate chip cookies, some macarons and a few slices of cakes of different flavors. You locked up the bakery before making your way to Steven’s apartment, debating whether or not you would tell him before or after the movie since you wanted to get it over with.
When you got to his, he invited you in and helped you put the goods in the fridge as well as stealing a brownie from the container you brought them in. “So, what are we watching? A comedy? A documentary? Sci-fi?” He let out a nervous chuckle. “A romance actually.” You raised an eyebrow at his words. “Steven Grant watching a romance? That’s something I never thought I would witness.”
“Well, I do hope you don’t mind.” You shook your head before grabbing a chocolate bar from the fridge and sat on his couch. “No, it’s fine. I’m just surprised is all.” He sat next to you before scrolling through the romance section on Peacock. The silence was a bit awkward as the only sounds sound you heard was the occasional crunch of the chocolate bar as well as the the sips of water Steven took.
Suddenly the scrolling stopped and you looked over at Steven who was looking at you. “Do I have chocolate on my face?” You grabbed a napkin before wiping your mouth and he chuckled. “No, it’s nothing of the sort. I just feel like I have to tell you something, but I have no idea how you’ll take it.” You nibble on your chocolate bar, waiting patiently for him to continue. “How long have we known each other (Y/N)?” You took a sip of your water before saying, “I think it’s been almost two years now…?”
“Well, I think I’ll take this risk,” you looked into his dark brown eyes, searching for any hint of what he was going to do or say, but he hid it well, it was scary. “You know I’m in love with you, right?” At his confession, you choked on your own saliva, causing him to panic and quickly give you your water. After you downed it, he began apologizing. “I didn’t know you would react this way. I’m so sorry!” You shook your head and rested your hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Steven. I didn’t know though because every time I’ve tried to tell you, you never noticed.” He became shocked at your words.
“Since when?!” You laughed before pointing out all the little things you did for him that had hints of you liking him. “Since you never noticed, I didn’t think you felt the same way.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek, causing them to warm up. “Now you know that I do and I’m sorry for being oblivious to your attempts, love.” You rested your head on his shoulder and smiled. “That’s okay, Steven. I love you too.”
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requests are open! feel free to look through my masterlists in case you want to request someone that isn’t the moon boys! :)
Exile - Marc Spector
Pairing: Marc Spector x F!vigilante-reader, Steven Grant x F!vigilante-Reader
Warnings: gunshot wound, fighting.
Premise: You and Marc share a mutual dislike for each other - or so you think. That is until a particularly nasty fight leaves you at his mercy.
an: Hey guys! This is my first Moon Knight fic - and fair warning, it isn’t perfectly canon. Just a fun little blurb I had on my mind. Please enjoy all the enemies to lovers clichés here as much as I do.
From the moment you unintentionally stepped - or perhaps more accurately, punched, into Marc Spector’s life, you both walked a thin line. Your paths had crossed rather unceremoniously during a minor street brawl, though Marc loved to remind you that fighting three men single-handily was hardly minor. You loathed to admit when you were over your head. And, much to the Moon Knight’s dismay, you would rather get pummeled than accept assistance.
Still, in all fairness, you had it handled.
I have a Moonknight request. Reader is a newly turned vampire that doesn't have control of her abilities.
He's been sent to kill & right when he's about to he's struck by her beauty & innocence & can't bring himself to do it
He realizes she's terrified,angry & cursed. And he's going to save her before it's too late.
steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector (3k+ words)
warnings: mentions of blood, drinking blood, basically vampirism (but nothing TOO graphic), death, manipulation, insecurities, no connections to the plot of the show
a/n: tysm for this request!! i did my best to add some egyptian ties to the request. i might make this a two part thing. i hope you like it!
The cold damp earth laid beneath the girl, offering more comfort than anything else had ever provided for her. The forest floor she laid on would make a beautiful burial place.
With moonlight shining down on her broken body through the large trees, she had never been more at peace.
Warm crimson blood escaped her, coating the earth in a shade it had worn too many times.
She was dying, and she had accepted it.
A strong gust of wind chilled the girl. Her clothes had been ripped and torn, and she was cold. So cold.
“My, my, young one.”
The feminine ancient voice felt heavy against the girl’s cheek. With strained strength, she opened her eyes to a tall figure looking down at her.
The girl’s eyes widened at the sight of a woman’s body with the head of a lion. The Goddess wore a sun disk and held an ankh sign in her left hand. She glowed in the darkness, while blending in.
With dry, chapped lips, the girl parted her lips.
“Sekhmet.”
No One Can Hurt You
summary: they would never bring you into the face of danger, but what if danger comes preying on you?
pairing (s): marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader
word count: 2.7k
warning (s): break in, intruders, hurt/comfort
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You had never been in the face of danger before. Your boyfriends would throw themselves off a cliff before they let anything bad happen to you. You were so precious to them that they would shield you from the horror of the world with all of their might. Of course, you knew what they do once the moon decorated the night sky, but they never let you get exposed to any danger.
You were the only person who could make them feel normal, sane, and they never wanted to taint your innocence with what they were doing. And to their relief, you were okay with it. As long as they came back to you, safe and sound, then you would never ask a question. So used to feeling safe all the time, you never expected that night to happen.
Weird Nicknames
Steven Grant x reader
Words: 375
It started early.
“Good morning moon boy.”
“Here you go love bug.”
“This is for you, my baby faced beauty.”
“See you later fuzzy wuzzy.”
At first it all seemed like a great joke, calling him silly nicknames throughout the day, each one slightly goofier than the last. But it wasn’t the funnest prank when all day, after each name he would just respond with his usual wide toothy grin to each name.
“Hey can you please hand me that?” You asked, pointing his attention to the book that lay on the shelf close to him. Without missing a beat Steven reached up and grabbed the book you had been reading since yesterday and passed it to you.
“Thanks, boo boo bear,” you thanked, taking the book from him.
You thought that would earn a strange look from him but all it got you was another one of his famous smiles.
That’s it.
Dropping the book beside you, you shook your head unable to take it anymore. “Okay, why won’t you call me out?”
Steven looked at you, standing with confusion forming on his face. “Sorry. What?”
“I’ve been calling you these dumb, weird names all day and you haven’t called me out once. No strange expressions, no comeback of your own.”
Steven’s eyebrows pressed together crease deepening in the middle as he seemed to be in thought.
Your shoulders dropped a new sort of realization hitting you, “you didn’t notice?”
Steven quickly refuted the idea, waving his hands in the air, “no, no. Trust me, I noticed.”
You giggled a little at his fast movements and he breathed out a smile at the sound. Collecting himself he sat down across from you on the mattress in his room.
“I guess I didn’t say anything because,” he shrugged unsure of why he reacted the way he did. “I guess I don’t care what you call me. The fact is you call me and I love that.”
Although you felt some shyness to his words, you could feel the warmth of your heart melting at his confession.
“Oh Steven,” you sighed, shaking your head and lifting your hand to meet his arm. “Come here you goofball,” you said, before leaning to press your lips to his.
Recreating this iconic pic of Oscar Isaac eating hot cheetos with chopsticks, but with a moonknight twist 😭🤚
Quickly and Quietly part 1
Okay! so this is the first installment of the fic I’ve been writing, and its my first fic so I hope at least one person likes it.
Summary: reader is training to become an Avenger bad things happen on a mission, there’s some comfort from multiple parties
word count: 2298
warnings: language, mild violence
I woke from a horrible nightmare, a blood curdling scream ripping its way out of my throat. I sat bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily drenched in a cold sweat. A twinge of pain shoots through my right shoulder and I immediately clapped my hand over it. My hands contact with my shoulder is met by the dull clang of flesh against metal.
At first I’m surprised at the sight of my arm, but I slowly remember the events that brought about the necessity of its replacement. It was what I was having a nightmare about, though my current recollection is much more calm. Soon the memories cloud my vision.
Nearly a week ago I had gone on my second assignment with the Avengers. We were sent to infiltrate a H.Y.D.R.A base in the dead of night. The buildings had been thought to be abandoned after the Winter Soldier disappeared. Those thoughts, of course, were wrong. We had reached the middle of the complex when a rather large group of H.Y.D.R.A agents ambushed the team from the shadows. I was the only powered person with the team that night (Wanda and Pietro had been asked to stay behind in New York to look after the tower.) and because I can pull fire out of thin air I lit the place up, setting wooden desks and now obsolete files ablaze. With the extra light the team was able to go about picking H.Y.D.R.A agents off one by one. (Well the Black Widow worked much faster than everyone else taking out four agents at a time.)
I remember taking out two men and soon after a searing pain in my right bicep. A bullet had torn it’s way through. I whipped around to find the H.Y.D.R.A agent still standing there and with a loud animalistic screech I charged him and manage to snap his neck with one hand, but not before they had managed to fire another round into my right shoulder. They used a larger caliber bullet this time, which mostly just pissed me off at the time because it put my right arm out of commission for the rest of the fight. It wasn’t until after the group of H.Y.D.R.A agents had been taken care of that anyone, including myself, noticed that your arm was practically being held to my body by threads.
The team rushed me back to the quinjet and laid me in the middle of the floor of the aircraft. I had lost a lot of blood and was having trouble breathing. Dr. Banner made the decision to remove my arm right then and there. The process was painful and involved a lot of screaming and sad whimpering on my end. There was whispering from Tony and Bruce once my arm was removed but I could barely hear it. My head was in Steve's’ lap, Nat was running her hand across my hair and face and Thor was clutching my left hand. Their attempts and comfort were greatly appreciated, though I was trying really hard to not cry.
Baby’s First Heartbreak
pairing: marvel cast x teen!fem!reader, Scarlett Johansson x reader, Elizabeth Olsen x reader
prompt: the youngest member of the marvel cast experiences her first breakup.
warnings: not much—crying, a break up.
A/n: Tom is 19 here because this is set during Civil War. He was such a baby omg🥺
You were always a firm believer in having hope. No matter what the situation was, you knew that you had to at least try before fully giving up. You were only 18, but it was the mindset you grew up with. You were taught to face things with bravery and confidence, you faced things head to head with all your might. Though some things never went the way you planned, you were still the ray of sunshine you were, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to learn and explore the world.
You had the same mindset going into your first relationship. Love was something you’ve always wanted to experience. Sure, you received it from your friends and family. But you wanted the different kind of love. The special one that was shared between two people. The one that made your heart skip a beat and made you breathless. Where staring into that special someone’s eyes felt like you were being transported into another world where it was just the two of you.