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ASMR | Marvel - Steven Grant x Listener SFW We’ve Got You [M4A] [Nightmare comfort] [Sleep aid]

[M4A/TM4A] [Nightmare comfort] [Sleep aid] [Romantic] [Slightly implied Marc Spector x listener at the end]

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[imaginestuffs]

Loving Marc Spector- Marc Spector x Reader

word count:1574

warnings: ANGST, this is before the series begins. language.

Summary: You're in love with Marc, but he isn't in love with you.

part 2

(not my gif!)

Loving Marc Spector wasn’t something you planned on happening. You didn’t expect to fall in love with him but you did and you were horrified. You knew you were never good at hiding your feelings from Marc, and especially not when they were this strong. He would always find out one way or another. Something about him made you fall in love with him, and you were not sure whether it was his way of making himself practically unattainable or the fact that he’d been by your side since you were young, and you’d just fallen over the years. It was difficult knowing that he trusted you but barely told you a thing. You knew about Khonshu, but there was something else he wasn’t telling you and you were afraid he never would. 

You sat in your apartment with your head in your hands, and frustrated tears gathering in your eyes. Not answering anyone's calls just holed up in your small apartment not wanting to face your feelings. You wanted nothing more than to lie in bed all day and brood but you also wanted to be with Marc, you worried about him being on his own though you knew very well that he could take care of himself. He could be a bit reckless and it made you cringe at the thought of him being hurt and alone, though it came to your mind only seconds later that he had the suit to heal him. All of these thoughts made the tears finally fall, you just wanted to crawl into bed and let yourself cry for as long as you needed to. 

You heard your phone chime, and you knew for a fact that it was Marc because of the specific sound. “Fuck, why do you have to care?” you choked out into the silence of the room. You grabbed your phone and checked it despite the fact that he was the last person you wanted to hear from. 

“I’m coming over,” were the only words typed across your screen. You let your head fall into your hands, you knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid him. He had a spare key, and you knew that no matter what, he would find a way into your apartment. Instead of texting him back, you continued to sit on the couch with tears streaming down your face, and your heart breaking the more you thought about seeing him. 

Sitting on the couch and staring off into space you didn’t notice the door opening and footsteps coming toward you. 

“(y/n)?” you suddenly heard your name being called and your head snapped up. You saw the man you loved and a worried expression across his face. You wiped furiously at your eyes trying to rid yourself of the tears falling from your eyes. “Hey, Marc, is everything ok?” you asked as calmly as you could. He raised a brow and sat down next to you. “I haven’t seen or heard from you in 3 days,” he said blatantly. “Right sorry,” you nodded and looked away from him. “Tell me what’s wrong,” Marc said and tried to turn your face toward him. “There’s nothing wrong Marc, I’m just fine,” you said but let him turn your head so you would look at him. “You know you can’t lie to me, you may be good, but you’re not that good,” he told you. “There really isn’t anything going on. I’m ok,” you tried again. 

He placed both hands on your face and holds your gaze. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he reminded you and stroked your cheeks. You let your eyes close and tried to keep the tears from falling once again. “I can’t tell you,’ you let out a big sigh. “I just can’t tell you,” you shook your head and he let go of your face before letting his hands rest on your shoulders. “And why is that? Did I do something wrong?” he asked questions just furthering your stress. “Marc, no, no, you’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. I just, I don’t want anything to happen,” you explained to him. He furrowed his brow and shook his head. “What is that supposed to mean?” he asked. 

“It means that if I tell you, things will change between us and I can’t let that happen,” you said and pulled away from his grasp. “Have you done something?” he asked carefully, “Because if you have we can work this out together,” he started, but you cut him off. “I have. I have done something and no we can’t work it out because it doesn’t work that way. Loving someone who doesn’t love you isn’t something the pair can usually work out together Marc,” you raised your voice. The second the words left your lips your eyes widened and your stomach dropped. Marc’s eyes widened as well, and his brain was hurriedly trying to comprehend what you had just said to him. You stood up from the couch and turned away from him trying to figure out something to say to fix everything. 

“Marc-” you started but didn’t know what to say. “I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry,” you said and felt tears come to your eyes once again. His silence was scaring you, “You love me?” you heard the question from behind you and you screwed your eyes shut. “I know you don’t feel the same ok, I know it so please don’t ask me to say it again,” you pleaded with him. You knew you were eventually going to have to turn around and face him and so you took a deep breath and turned on your heel. He almost had a look of fear in his eyes. 

He was scared, he was horrified to lose you, and he was determined to make it ok. Though Marc seemed cold, and on occasion unreasonable, he was sweet and felt so much more than anyone could imagine. He cared for you, just not the way you cared for him evidently. 

It almost made him just want to walk out the door because he was honestly scared, he was scared. You had been his best friend for years, and now you’ve just confessed that you’re in love with him and he doesn’t feel the same. He’s torn, he has no idea what to do. 

“How long?” he asked slowly. You sighed and tried to keep your voice from shaking, “A long time Marc,” you admitted nervously. He put his head in his hands and dragged his hands through his hair. “What am I supposed to say?” he asked roughly and looked up at you. “What do you want me to say?” he asked again his voice getting louder. Your eyes got wide, “I don’t know Marc, ok. I don’t know. All I know is that you don’t love me like that, and I was stupid to say anything at all. It’s my fault, I take responsibility for ruining our friendship. That’s on me, and I’m sorry…” you trailed off as your voice continued to strain and tears fell. 

“You’re right about my feelings and I’m so sorry, ok. I am but I can’t love you, I don’t love you like that. Just thinking about it doesn’t feel right,” he admitted and it made your heart stop. “Looking at you right now, and knowing that you love me makes my stomach turn, it makes me want to turn around and walk out of here,” he stated. Your breathing hitched and you felt like you were going to die. Just the thought of you loving him made him sick, it made him want to get away from you. It broke your heart, you knew it wasn’t going to be good but you didn’t think he would break you like this. 

“What? so, I make you sick now?” you asked hoping it would come out harsh but it came out as more of a whimper. He felt his heart stop for a second at your words and realized what he had said to you. “I didn’t mean it that way, and you know it,” he spoke pointedly. “It sure sounded like it, I knew you’d reject me but I never thought it would be this bad,” you said and wrapped your arms around yourself as if trying to protect yourself from any more harm. “You need to leave Marc,” you said suddenly and looked away from him. “I don’t want to leave it like this,” he stood his ground. “Well, I can’t handle any more of your daggers in my heart alright, just leave…” you trailed off once again. He looked at you with those beautiful brown eyes filled with regret and fear. “Please,” you practically pleaded. “We can fix this, we always fix it,” he tried. You just shook your head with tears blurring your vision. “I don’t know, Marc. I don’t know,” you said and you both could practically hear each other’s hearts shattering on the floor. 

He looked at you with tears brimming in his eyes before standing up to place a kiss on your forehead. You covered your mouth to hold back a cry as you watched him walk to the door. 

“I’m sorry,” were his last words to you, and yours were “I’m sorry too,” 

That was the last you heard from Marc and it’s been months. Oh, how you wish you could’ve fixed it. 

[imaginestuffs]

Too Late- Marc Spector x Reader

word count:1383

warnings: Spoilers for episode 5!!!!!!! Marc may be a little out of character, but I tried my best. Marc and Steven are both aware of each other. All angst(I'm sorry). Character death mentioned, not depicted vividly. If there are any I missed, please, please let me know so I can fix it!

Summary: Marc/Steven is in the memory of the night he left the Reader. Letting her think that he didn't love her anymore. And he remembers that it was too late to love her again.

(not my gif!)

“Marc!” you called through your apartment when you heard the front door close. You knew about the things he would do, you knew about Khonshu. It broke your heart when he would come home bloody and exhausted. He would come home without that sly grin and teasing glimmer in his eyes. It took you years of knowing him to have him finally trust you even with the smallest things. So seeing him come home so cold and so void of the life you got to see during the softest moments you spent with him. You got out of bed and went to greet him seeing as there was no response which wasn’t unusual.

Walking down the hallway you saw him walk into the bathroom, seeing him walk through the door with no injuries wasn’t something new, but the blood was still there to remind you that they existed at one point in the night. It made your heartbeat pick up, and your stomach turn knowing that if he didn’t have Khonshu he would have been taken from you by now from some of the scenarios he had been caught in. 

He always said he hated you seeing him like that, but you also knew that being with him calmed both you and him down. Just knowing that you existed in his world and that he was lucky enough to call you his, was a relief. He often thought himself unworthy of you, but you were there to remind him that he was enough. 

“Marc, baby, can I come in?” you asked softly and waited patiently for his response. You knew that it was a large possibility that he wouldn’t answer you and you would just have to wait until he came to bed to take care of him. 

“Go to bed (y/n),” he said coldly and you sighed. You knew tonight was worse than others by the way he was acting. “Marc-” you never got to finish when the door flung open. “I said go to bed. I don’t need you, I don’t need this right now. Just, get the hell away from me,” he growled out. Your heart dropped into your stomach and your eyes widened. He had never been this way with you. Sure he had wanted his space but he never said anything like that to you. 

“I’m just letting you know that I’m here for you, I mean, I love you, Marc,” you said trying not to make things worse by yelling. “I. Don’t. Need. You.” he made sure to stress every word. Your heart broke at his words. “I don’t want you,” he said as he stared you down with those cold eyes. Tears sprang to your eyes, and you reached your hand up as if to grasp at your heart trying to keep it from shattering. “You don’t mean that,” you cried. He just said nothing as his jaw clenched, and his lips were pressed in a thin line. “You can’t mean that Marc, we love each other,” you almost pleaded with the man in front of you. “Things change (y/n), minds change, and I guess I changed mine,” he said with finality. At this point, you don’t even know why he came here. You wanted this to all be a dream, you would wake up in his arms and nothing would change. You wanted nothing more than this to all be a nightmare, you wanted him to kiss you and tell you that he’d always love you. Something snapped and you had no idea what it was, you had no idea if it was even real. 

You were too scared to ask, not wanting to know the answer. 

“If you don’t love me then why are you here, to get your things? You could have come while I was at work and then you wouldn’t have to deal with me.” you raised your voice a bit. “You know this wouldn’t be happening if you didn’t wait up for me. You wouldn’t have to deal with this until morning. I’d just be gone, and you know I could’ve done everything without waking you,” he said and more tears poured down your face. 

“You would really just leave me with nothing?” your voice strained from your crying. “I would,” he confirmed and you choked on a sob. “Get out Marc,” you said trying to steady your voice. “I’ll put your stuff in boxes and leave it in the hall in the morning, just get out,” you said and pointed to the door. 

“Fine,” he said and began to walk away. You couldn’t believe how easily he could walk away from this. How nonchalant he could be about leaving the one person he trusted, and the one person who loved him unconditionally. But he didn’t love you anymore and you’d just have to accept that. You’d have to accept that the love of your life just walked out on you for good. He didn’t want you. 

As he walked out the door and shut it behind him he screwed his eyes shut hearing you cry through the door. He knew he hurt you, he knew he did, but it was the only way to keep you away from him. He wasn’t good for you, and all that he wanted was to keep you safe and this was the only way he knew to truly do that. To keep you out of harm's way, was to leave you. 

He held back his tears as he walked away from his home, the only real home he knew: you.

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Marc stood in this memory, trying to keep his heart from breaking another time. As he watched himself walk out of your life, he knew that he made the wrong choice. You saved him countless times, and he broke you. 

Steven stood next to him with eyes wide and mouth agape. He was trying to comprehend what had happened. He didn’t know you, he didn’t know you at all but he felt the hurt, he felt the pain from that night. 

“Marc, who is she?” Steven inquired softly, keeping his voice from wavering. “She’s the love of my life, and I left her,” he responded. Steven didn’t question the fact that Marc said that you are the love of his life, and not were the love of his life. He could tell from the way he looked at you that he still loved you after all this time. 

“I wanted to go back, I wanted to tell her that I love her but it’s too late. It was too late. I was too late,” Marc explained. Steven looked at Marc in confusion, “What do you mean, you were too late?” he asked. 

“He killed her, the guy I was after. He found her one night, and I was too late. She was gone,” Marc said, trying to hold back his tears. He lost you because he wasn’t there when you needed him most. He left you, and he felt it was all his fault. 

Steven stepped forward and pulled him into a hug, it wasn’t at all expected but unbeknownst to Marc it was much needed. Steven pulled away and sighed as he watched Marc begin to crumble, it was devastating and shocking seeing how crushed he could even more so become.

“She died thinking that I didn’t love her anymore. She died thinking that I didn’t want her. I never should’ve left. I never should’ve left and she would be alive right now. She would be alive!” he shouted. Steven looked at him in awe of such hurt and guilt he could feel radiating from his alter. It was almost excruciating. 

“Marc, you were trying to keep her safe. You didn't know this would happen. It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.” Steven said trying to calm Marc. 

Though they both knew that he would carry this guilt for years to come if they had that long. It’s not easy to forgive yourself, but deep down Marc knew, you didn’t blame him, he knew you loved him. He saw the picture of you two on your bedside table still when he got to you. 

It was something he had to face but he knew he would always love you.