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SUMMARY: After the night out with your friends you return home and find a surprise waiting for you next door. 

Later on that night you and Vision were the last pair standing as the rest of the group was drunk off their asses. 

You spent the rest of the night helping Vision get the drunk group home safely. 

You first dropped off Steve and Bucky, they weren’t as drunk as the rest but still in no condition to either drive or help care for the others. So you walked them to the door and bid them a good night with the gentle reminder to drink some water and take an aspirin. 

Then Monica who you entrusted her roommate Darcy to look after. 

Finally you helped get Pietro to bed, making sure he was on his side and had water and aspirin on his nightstand next to him for when he woke up, although you knew he was going to be ok you thought maybe it would be best if you slept on the couch just to make sure he would be alright. Wanda would be fine because she had Vision. Monica would be alright because she had Darcy taking care of her. Steve and Bucky would be alright because they had each other. But Pietro had no roommate or anyone to take care of him except you and Wanda. 

After assuring Pietro was alright you set up your place on the couch. Gathering blankets and an extra pillow from Pietro’s bed that would go unmissed. While setting up your area your eyes caught the picture of you and the twins during your highschool years hanging on the wall. 

You smiled as you remembered how emo and edgy Wanda and Pietro looked and how eighties you unintentionally looked. 

You laughed and immediately wanted to turn the picture the other way out of embarrassment when you studied how you looked. 

Why did you think that looked good?

However embarrassed you were of the photo you smiled as you remembered your high school years with them. 

Pietro was the star track athlete and every girl (and guy) wanted him in one way or another. Yet for some unknown reason he stuck with you and Wanda. 

Wanda was the smartest among your small group and she didn’t even need to try. Looking back you don’t think you ever saw her study but yet somehow she managed to pass with flying colors that made Agatha green with envy. It wasn’t until she met Vision that you saw her actually apply herself and compete for valedictorian. 

You were the only one they listened to most of the time. You didn’t know why but they had always listened to what you said. 

You wonder what your trio would’ve been like as a quartet. 

As you laid your head and began to try to sleep you thought about Natasha and how she would’ve fit into that small group of yours. 

—

The morning started off pretty well so far for you. Pietro had woken up before you for his morning run and brought back coffee and pastries from the local coffee shop around the corner. You spent the rest of the morning laughing and talking before finally departing on your way back to the bookstore to open. 

You really were thankful that you had thought ahead and had some clothes stored away at Pietro’s.  You ate breakfast with Pietro before finally departing to your bookstore a few blocks away. 

You hummed mindlessly all the way there. It had been a while since your last outing and last night had been refreshing, regardless of whether or not you got as drunk as everyone else did. You had fun. 

As you neared your store you noticed a moving van with people unloading next to it. Curiosity filled you as you began to wonder what would fill the empty store next to you. As you got closer you could see a petite blonde woman giving the people unloading directions. You could see she was heavily tatted, your eyes were drawn to one in particular on her collar, ‘Miss American Pie.” in beautiful handwriting. You didn’t know why but she looked familiar to you. You decided to pay no mind to it as you went to unlock the store. 

“(Y/n)?” 

You turned around and saw the blonde woman looking at you. Her features were fair and the shape of her nose was something to envy. You quickly remembered that she was the blonde woman from last night that had a six foot man in a chokehold. 

“You’re that woman from last night,” You say, “the one who put that man in a chokehold. I’ve got to say that was pretty cool.” 

“Did I?!” She asks astonished, “I was so drunk last night I can barely remember Nat putting me to bed.” 

“We’ve all been there,” You said, “how did you know my name though I don’t think I talked to you last night?”

“We were neighbors,” she explained, “you were friends with my sister Natasha.” 

Flashes of a little blonde girl came into mind that usually stuck to Natasha like glue. 

“Yelena?” You asked before the blonde grinned from ear to ear and nodded. “Oh my god I am so sorry I didn’t recognize you.” 

“It’s no problem,” Yelena said, “it took me a few minutes too to remember who you were.” 

“So are you the one moving in next door?” 

“No actually,” Yelena said, “I’m just helping set everything up for the shop before going back to my place a few blocks down from here.” 

“Who is moving in?” 

“That would be me, Nancy Drew.” 

You turned your head and there stood Natasha. Her tattoos now were more visible in light and decorated her skin like paint on a canvas. You thought she looked like she came straight out of a vogue magazine. 

“Good you’re here.” Yelena said as Natasha made her way to where you both stood, “Toni doesn’t know how you want to arrange the stations and needs help on that. Dad is trying to fight the movers and Mom is nowhere to be found.” 

“Where’s Clint?” Natasha sighed. 

“Still sleeping off his hangover.” Yelena explained. 

“Ok,” Natasha said, “tell Toni I’ll be there in a few minutes to help her, tell Dad if he doesn’t knock it off Mom will knock him out, and Mom is probably upstairs checking out the apartment and I would try Clint’s phone if that doesn’t work get Nick.” 

Yelena stood there expectantly at her sister before finally Natasha said. “Please oh great sister of mine.” 

“There you go, was that so hard?” Yelena says before turning back to you. “I’ll see you later (Y/n), have Nat invite you to the housewarming party next week before she chickens out.” 

“I was going to do that,” Natasha calls after her sister as Yelena begins to walk away. 

“You weren’t doing it fast enough.” Yelena says before disappearing in the store leaving just you and Natasha. 

“So you’re moving in next door?” You ask.

“Yeah,” Natasha says, “bout time I put down some roots, open up that tattoo shop I’ve been dreaming about since I first walked into one.” 

“That explains the look then.” You say. 

“What look?” Natasha smiles knowing exactly what you meant. 

“That look you gave me all the time when you knew something I didn’t and tried to be all mysterious about it.” You explained and Natasha laughed. “So what is this tattoo shop going to be called?” You asked Natasha who ceased laughing before finally answering. 

“Black Widow.” Natasha replied before gazing at her store with a sparkle in her eye that you were familiar with. It was the same look in your eye every time you looked at your store. Just as you were about to say something the vibrating sound of Natasha’s phone rang. Natasha grabbed it from her pants before sighing and looking back at you. 

“I’ve got to take this call, it should just take a second.” Natasha said, understanding what she meant you said, “it’s ok,” You replied, “I’ll just be in the store setting up shop so come and visit when you’re done with the call.” 

“I will,” Natasha promised before answering her phone. You turn the keys into your door and begin to set up shop. 

You barely got through counting the drawer before Natasha comes through the door. The look on her face immediately got your attention. The redheaded woman leaned on your counter. 

“Do you happen to know any artists that might have some pieces ready?” Natasha asks. 

“Yeah my friend Steve,” You say, “I can give you his home number and his cell. His husband might answer though, his name is Bucky. If he asks how you got the number just tell him it was me.” You said as you quickly wrote the two seperate numbers on a piece of paper before handing it to Natasha. 

“You are a lifesaver thank god.” Natasha praised. 

“So who was on the phone?” You asked. Natasha groaned as she remembered how the heated discussion went. 

“This artist that I had previously contracted to create some tattoo’s for us. He called to back out of the deal and since not all of the paperwork was signed he had every right to back out and take his pieces with him.” 

“Why did he back out?” 

“Didn’t say,” She responded, “but I owe you big time for this thank you so much.” 

“Don’t mention it, Steve is the best and I’m sure he’ll appreciate the business.” You responded. 

“Well if Steve is the best then I definitely owe you dinner at least.” Natasha said as she began to make her way to the door, “I’ll swing by around eight.” 

As you were about to argue about it, she continued. 

“No arguments,” Natasha cut off as she opened the door, throwing you an over the shoulder look before saying, “Just bring your pretty self Nancy Drew.” One of her blue eyes winks before sauntering off knowing how flushed your face is just from being called pretty. 

—

The day had been busier than you anticipated. From one kid destroying a complicated book display to a karen or two saying this book or that book should be on sale when in reality it wasn’t. Finally the numerous people ceased and it was time to start closing shop. 

You counted the drawer and left two hundred in the drawer, turned the sign to closed, re-did the book display, vacuumed and swept, wiped the counter, finally came to organize and restock the shelves. 

You grabbed as many boxes of books as you could before returning to the shelves to stack. It was overall a tedious process, especially for the high shelves. 

You were about to put the last one on the shelf when you heard the store door open. 

“Hey are you rea-” Natasha began before the door closed behind her and the shelf in front of you collapsed. You sighed as you stepped down from the stepping stool to assess the damage, however the redhead had somehow beaten you to it. 

“It looks like whoever installed this shelf for you didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground.” She said as she picked up said shelf. “Thankfully I know my way around a drill and just so happen to have a million screws laying around next door.” 

“Nat you don’t need to-” 

“It’s not a problem Nancy Drew,” Natasha assured, “I’ll be right back with a couple of screws and a drill. We’ll have that fixed in no time.” and with that Natasha left the store out of the same door she just came in from. You start to get the books that had haphazardly fallen from the shelves and you prayed that none of the pages from the books had creased or any of the spines bent. 

True to her word Natasha returned a few minutes later with a tool kit in one hand and a drill in another. Her usual leather coat was nowhere to be seen leaving her arms exposed. 

You could see that she had one arm sleeved with tattooed webs and the other had a few miscellaneous tattoos here decorating her arm like ink on a canvas. 

You watched patiently, being very careful not to let your eyes wander from her face. However you would catch yourself more than once staring at the way her tattoos moved with her muscles. 

Once the shelf was properly installed and stacked the redheaded woman turned to you. 

“I should probably check the other shelves to make sure they’re properly installed.” Natasha said, breaking you out of your trance. 

“You don’t need to do that.” You quickly said. Not wanting to bother her further. 

“It really isn’t a big deal.” Natasha assured, “what kind of neighbor would I be if I didn’t help you out huh?” She smiled as the argument on your lips fell silent. 

“Fine but I’m ordering take out and you’re picking the place.” You said already reaching for your phone, Natasha was about to argue but was quickly cut off, “after all what kind of neighbor would I be if I allowed you to go hungry after doing me a favor?” 

Natasha smiled as the argument fell silent on her lips. 

—

After listing off a few different restaurants that deliver, Natasha settled on ordering a pepperoni pizza with wings and asked if you had any beer. After confirming that Natasha went straight to work on the shelves. 

Natasha was done re-installing the shelves by the time the pizza and wings arrived. While dealing with the delivery person Natasha grabbed two ice cold beers from the cooler you brought downstairs from your apartment. 

The night was spent in a bunch of laughter and conversation. You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun and felt this deep of a connection with someone. Even though it had been years since you had last seen each other and had a moment like this, you couldn’t help but feel like no time had passed. Like she was still your blue haired neighbor and you were her book obsessed best friend. 

As the night dwindled you found yourselves laying on the floor next to each other in comfortable silence. 

Well almost. 

Despite feeling like no time had passed you can’t ignore that it did, you can’t forget how she got up and left one day. Without a word and you were left wondering for years what happened to her. 

You still were trying to piece together what happened. 

“Hey Nat?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you leave?” 

The question hung in the air for a second until you heard Natasha let out a shaky breath. 

“I didn’t know we were going to until that day,” She said, “I wanted to say goodbye but I couldn’t.”

“Why though?” You asked.

“I just couldn’t,” She said, “I want to tell you more, I do. But just trust me when I say that it’s going to take time for me to actually put it into words.” There was a silence before she continued, “you deserve a proper explanation.” 

“I do,” You agreed, “you were my best friend and you just disappeared. That hurt me and for a while I thought it was me-” 

“No,” Natasha interrupted, “it wasn’t you.” 

After another pause you continued. 

“Whenever you can tell me,” You said, turning your head to look her in her oceanic eyes, “I’ll be here with open ears.” 

Natasha smiled before you both turned your heads back to the ceiling. Your hands brushing against each other like it was old times again.

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Steve felt sick, he remembers getting sick when he was younger, however this was worse. He felt his stomach twist, his chest tighten, and his entire body felt as heavy as lead.

Laughter filled the reception room as Steve contemplated leaving  with an early morning mission as an excuse when suddenly the room went quiet.

“May I present for the first time,” The announcer said, “Mr and Mrs. Barnes.”

Steve could feel his heart drop to his stomach as he saw you and Bucky enter the room. Bucky had the biggest grin on his face as his hand held yours. You looked radiant, the dress you chose flattered you and accentuated the loveliness that was your figure. Your hair had been pinned and adorned with flowers and Steve couldn’t help but think that you looked ethereal, your smile lit up your entire face that gave you a certain glow. However there was a pang of jealousy as he saw how your eyes looked at Bucky like he was the only one in the room, he couldn’t stop the thought of it should be him instead of Bucky.

Steve felt sick, and he knew why.

He watched as your first dance began, the way Bucky was holding you gently to him as you swayed on the dance floor. The way Bucky whispered in your ear as you danced, the way Steve saw you breath him in, looking more in love than he ever saw you.

You were Steve’s once, once Steve held you like that, once Steve warmed your bed and held you at night, once it was Steve that put that starry look in your eye.

But that was a long time ago.

Steve tried to smile and act like his heart wasn’t beating painfully, like he didn’t want to grab you and tell you that while you weren’t his, he was still yours.

Steve downed his drink in one go before continuing to watch you happily sway with your husband, his best friend.

He couldn’t fault Bucky for falling for you, nor could he fault him for marrying you. Bucky deserved to be happy and right now Steve could see he’s the happiest he’s been since the forties when he was with you.

That doesn’t stop the jealous thoughts entering his head, about how Steve should’ve been the one at the altar with you. Steve should’ve been the one who wakes you up every morning and kisses you to sleep at night. Steve should’ve been the one you spent the rest of your life with.

Not Bucky.

But Bucky is the one you’ll do all that with and more.

Not Steve.

As he watches the dance end Steve begins to wonder where it all went wrong between you and him.

Then he remembered.

Peggy Carter.

Steve never should’ve gone back to her, he didn’t even get past knocking on her door before he realized what an idiot he was and made his way back home to you.

When he came back he realized he was too late.

It was four years later and you were engaged to Bucky, you had moved on.

That was a year ago and he wishes he can take it all back, wishes he can be the one for you like you were the one for him.

But he can’t.

So all he can do now is drink, and pretend like he was alright.

The reception went smoothly, people ate, danced, and drank to their heart’s content. There was nothing but laughter and love in the air. Steve downed one glass of whiskey after another for a buzz that never came.

The toasts came and went and when Steve’s turn came to give a toast it felt like he was swallowing nails. Each word hurt, even more so when you smiled at him that bittersweet smile he knew so well now.

Steve retreated back to the bar where he ordered another whiskey, wanting the burn of the liquid to distract him from the pain in his heart. He knew this day was going to hurt, he just didn’t imagine it would hurt this much.

When the party was at its height Steve saw his opportunity to slip away unnoticed. However, things never went to plan.

Steve had just gotten through the front doors of the reception hall before he heard footsteps approaching him.

“Where do you think you’re going punk?” Bucky asked as he made his way to the blonde supersoldier.

“Got an early mission tomorrow so I think I’m gonna call it a night, I didn’t want to be a buzzkill and all so I thought I could sneak out without anyone noticing.” Steve explained, Bucky grabbed the tall man’s shoulder.

“Hey you’re not a buzzkill and you’re our friend of course we would notice if you left before the big announcement.”

“Big announcement?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said grinning from ear to ear, “I’m actually glad we’re alone right now because I wanted to tell you one on one.”

“Tell me what?”

“(Y/n)’s pregnant,” Bucky said excitedly, “we’re going to be parents.”

Steve swore he felt the earth stop spinning and time slow down. Steve couldn’t feel anything, the shock still running its course.

“I’m happy for you Buck,” Steve said with a smile.

“I’m happy too Steve,” Bucky said, “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. If I knew then what I know now, all the pain and torture would lead to this right here. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

Steve congratulated Bucky one last time before Bucky headed back to you.

He was still in shock by the time the crisp night air nipped at him, it didn’t hit him until he passed by the window and he could see the reception from inside. He could see you curled up next to Bucky, your hand unconsciously over your stomach while you drank sparkling water.

Suddenly it felt all too real, he could feel every emotion he had buried since coming back. Everything became too much as he sunk to the ground beside the window, his breathing became erratic as he felt the tears slip past his eyes. He could hardly breathe through the pain.

Steve had been sick plenty of times.

Steve had been injured plenty of times.

Stabbed, shot, injected, and lost so many people he had loved.

But nothing compared to this.

Because Steve had no one to blame but himself.

Steve loved you so much, so much and he tossed it all away.

And there was nothing he could ever do to take it all back.

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You woke up to the smell of him on your skin. Your blood curdled and shame filled you. How could you be so weak against him? How could you have encouraged it?

The ghost of his lips on yours, as well as his fingers, lingered. You could still practically taste him on your tongue. The minty freshness mixed with the faint taste of dark chocolate and coffee created something so intoxicating yet nauseating at the same time. His calloused hands, worn from battle, left a sensation you didn’t quite understand. 

You knew what happened last night was not out of love, at least not on your side, you were lonely, vulnerable and isolated. Any touch of intimacy was like breathing in fresh air or letting the sunlight hit your face after so much rain. You knew you didn’t love him, that this sick and twisted notion of love he had in his head was absurd and dangerous. 

You brought your knees to your chest as you thought angrily about if all of this had come out five years ago things would have been different. You would’ve jumped into his arms and lived happily, you would probably have been oblivious to the obvious red flags because he would’ve been your Marc. 

But he wasn’t anymore. 

You pitied that version of you who lived oblivious to what monster warmed her bed at night. But you also envied her, wished to be her. 

—

You were reading yet again when Marc came through the door, you expected him to have a tray of food in his hands but you were surprised when he just leaned against the door with his arms crossed. No food, and the door wide open. 

Confusion and unease filled you, what was he doing?

“So,” Marc started, “the final renovations got done this morning so it’s time to properly show you your new home starlight.” You sat there not really processing the information. 

“What,” Marc asked, “did you think I was just going to keep you in a locked room with no sunlight for the rest of your life?”

“I didn’t really know what to expect honestly,” you replied, hesitantly closing the book in your lap before placing it on the crumpled sheets. You slowly took a step forward to the door and when Marc reached out his tanned hand for you to take it. You wanted to deny it, tell him to fuck off and not touch you. But you worried that if you did, any hopes of getting outside of these same four walls would disappear. You tried not to recoil as your fingers intertwined with his, you reminded yourself with each step not to run to the nearest door. He’ll be on guard, he’ll be ready for your half baked attempt at escape. You had to gain his trust, and not running immediately would help. Some part of you wondered if you were complacent if he would let you go out of boredom, but you see the look in his eyes and know that will never be the case. In fact it might encourage him. 

He took you through a few hallways, all trimmed with white and silver. It was all very…classy and expensive. Nothing about this screamed Marc, but of course when Marc showed up in that bar with a white button up and black slacks some part of you was surprised by his appearance. He also barely managed to scrape by with what he sold during missions, always just selling the bare minimum before giving it to museums and places like that. So what changed? Where did all this money come from?

Marc opened a door at the end of the hallway, it did not make a sound as he opened it and revealed a study. The walls were lined with books, most were egyptian, the wooden trims looked to be made of mahogany and decorative plants were placed artistically here and there giving the room a slight adventurer vibe. You barely noticed the door behind you closing, when you did you saw it was a hidden door. You were trapped behind a fake door the entire time in his study. 

“This is the office,” Marc said as his fingers never left yours, “Truth be told I don’t use it often but I don’t want you poking around in here if you can help it,” He said as he dragged you out of the space. 

It was very modern, you noticed, the floor plan was anyway, open space, lots of windows letting in a lot of natural light. Completely different from the cramped room you had been in for months. The couch was a cool gray sectional, it looked as though it’s never been used, in fact, a lot of it seemed to be brand new. The floors were real wood and polished to the point you could see your reflection in it, the walls were a nice, clean white with spots of color here and there with wall decorations. There was a fluffy rug where the sectional was along with a decorative blanket draped over the side. The TV was massive, and it seemed to be one of those state of the art smart tv’s. Everything looked just like it came straight from one of those home decorator magazines, showing people pretty places that they would never live. You noticed one of those windows looked out into a balcony that overlooked the water. As you breathed in the outside world for the first time in forever, your suspicions were confirmed. 

You were in London.

You were literally an entire ocean away from anyone who you could count on to help. 

You were trapped. 

“As you can tell this is the living area, and over here is the kitchen,” Marc said as he pulled you to the open archway to the kitchen. The floor was marble tile and the counters were made of this white and gray marble with gold streaks in it. Even this room, which you know he used, looks like nothing has been touched. 

He then proceeded to show you the other rooms, the gym, an indoor pool, a walk-in closet which he made sure to tell you that was yours, a few guest rooms, and all the rooms seemed to follow a certain white, gray, and gold theme with Egyptian hints and exotic touches here and there.

Finally he dragged you to the last door, it was large, taking up a good amount of space on the wall, double doors. 

“Finally this is our bedroom with an ensuite bathroom for us.” It was gorgeous, the california king bed with gray sheets, a regular rug with intricate patterns, the frame of the bed was black, over all the room was spacious with enough room for a pull out tv, ottoman by the end of the bed, a large dresser with a closet, two chairs by a bookshelf. When you reached the bathroom the shower could clearly hold two people as well as the massive tub. Everything was big, clean and expensive.

That’s what you always came back to. 

Expense. 

“Marc,” you said to the man who, except when he showed you where the rooms were, said nothing, “How are you able to afford all of this?”

“Turns out Steven is smarter than he looks,” He said rubbing the back of your hand, “he may be pretty timid but god is he a vicious business man.” he sighed as he brought your hand to his lips, “I know it’s a lot to take in right now, but I want you to know that we did this all for you. You deserve nice things, and I didn’t handle things correctly-”

“You didn’t.” You said, Marc gave you a look, he knows you’re right (as usual) and that he deserves that. 

“As I was saying,” Marc continued, “we did this all for you, but there are a few rules.” 

You tried to hide the tightness in your chest and the panicked rhythm of your pulse. 

“One,” Marc said holding up one finger, “don’t try to escape. Pretty basic shit, but still.” 

“Where would I even go?” You said, “You took me an entire ocean away from anyone I can turn to.” 

“You could still run,” He said, his eyes challenging yours, “and there will be no tolerance for that.” 

“Two,” He said, “I still want to bring you breakfast every morning and you have to eat all of it.” he holds up three fingers, “Three, you have to wear the clothes in the walk-in closet, it’s all designer or some shit, it’s supposed to be high quality.”  Four fingers, “Four, we still share the same bed and the same rules apply. I would never force you into sex,” he said, “When that day comes, when sleeping beside each other isn’t enough for you and you want more, I’ll be there. However, until that day comes I would like to continue sleeping like we have been. Close.” 

“And Five?” You asked. 

“Five,” He said with a blush on his cheek, “you have to kiss me, at least once a day. I’m not asking for more than that, just one kiss on the lips a day or more.” 

Out of all those rules, that one was the one that was going to be hard to obey. Kissing him everyday and moving on as though he didn’t kill Alec right in front of you was going to be unbearable. But you needed time, and opportunity, and who knows. Maybe one day if you still have your wits about you and you’ve gained enough trust. Maybe he’ll bring you outside, maybe even take you on trips where you can escape then. 

Just hold on. 

“So do you understand?” Marc asked, his eyes boring into yours as-though trying to read your mind. You gave him a small, deceptively sweet smile as you answered. 

“I understand.” 

“And you have to start calling me your pretty boy again,” Marc said in a lower tone, “I just want things to be how they used to be.” 

“I understand pretty boy” the words tasted like ash in your mouth but still you smiled at him. 

One day you’ll be away from this fucker. 

And then you’ll make him pay. 

For Alec.

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You considered yourself to be a pacifist. Believing that violence should be avoided until absolutely necessary, like life or death. 

However you were seriously considering cutting that woman’s manicured hands off of her body if she didn’t get them off of your boyfriend. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t trust Steven (or Marc and Jake for that matter), you trusted them completely. It was just a darker, more feral, more insecure part of you that looked at that person’s hands and wanted to tear them from his arm. You watched as she tried every trick in the book, fingers dancing along his arm, gasp you must work out a lot Steven, the fluttering of the eyes with a look that just says ‘notice me’,  god you could practically hear her. However, you were content to stay next to the gift shop in the museum, silently seething at the woman but supporting Steven on his first day as a tour guide for now. Your poor Steven probably didn’t even realize what was going on, he was too engrossed talking about the mummification process to notice the woman’s (not really) subtle advances. You were about to take a walk to clear your head before you noticed how her eyes darted to his ass and bit her lip. 

You checked the clock and you thanked all the gods that it was around Steven’s lunch break time. However he hadn’t noticed since he was so involved in answering and giving thorough explanations to the seemingly never ending questions that the woman asked. 

Your low heels lightly clacked against the marble floor as you made your way to your curly haired vigilante. You were thankful you brought him his lunch that he probably didn’t even know he forgot. 

You got to him just before the woman could ask another question that she just didn’t care about. You lightly tapped Steven on the shoulder, hoping your face was light hiding your seething feelings. He paused as he turned to you, you could see his dark eyes light up and the smile that you were convinced could blind the sun god himself stretched over his face. 

“Darling,” Steven said, the woman beside him glared at you, you tried to pay her no mind. You held up the brown paper bag with the words “Steven with a V” written in his handwriting. 

“Couldn’t let you miss lunch again love,” You said in a light tone, you hand him the paper bag with a kiss on his cheek. You lingered there for a second, recuperating the glare the blonde woman behind him was giving you. You wanted to kiss him breathless in front of her, grab his ass as you glared at her with a silent message in your eyes. 

Mine

But you knew that Steven would probably blush profusely and get reprimanded on his first day, so you did what you could do. You were sweet, you were a silent storm, brewing. 

“Well now that you’re here, why don’t we both go to lunch?” Steven asked, his fingers playing with the paper bag slightly. His hands always needed something to do, whether that’s playing with the strings on his jacket, solving a puzzle or…more pleasurable. 

“Sounds like a plan,” You look behind Steven, right at the woman who Steven by now has completely forgotten about and smile a sweet and subtle ‘fuck you’ smile. Steven was about to walk away when the woman stopped him, and he clearly was startled, after forgetting her. 

“Wait,” she said, god you hated her voice, it was too high pitched and nasally, “I still have a few questions regarding a thing we saw at the beginning of the tour.” 

“It’s ok,” Steven said pointing to the person taking his place during lunch, “Bob will be able to answer those questions,” He holds out his hand to shake hers, “I’m off, lovely meeting you Sarah.” 

You heard her slightly huff before you headed off towards the front doors to find somewhere to eat together. You were a few feet away from the museum when you heard Steven let out a chuckle. 

“What’s funny?” You asked curiously. 

“You,” Steven said, “I never thought I would live to see the day that I’d have someone getting jealous over somebody flirting with me.” His words shocked you. 

“Me! Jealous,” You asked incredulously and a little defensively, “what would I be jealous about. She was just clearly veryinterested in what you had to say that she simply couldn’t contain herself.” Steven responded by chuckling more. His deep voice rumbling in his chest, eye crinkling in amusement as he admires the embarrassed flush invades your face and gives you away. Usually you’re the one to catch him being jealous, not the other way around so this was a treat. And if he was being honest, it made him feel special, knowing that he could have that effect on you as well. However, while he adored the pout that was currently on your face that you were trying to hide, he loved your smiles and laughter far more. 

He grabbed your hand from your face, uncovering your blushing face. 

“Although I’m flattered,” He starts as he kisses your cheek, “jealousy doesn’t suit you, I like seeing you smile more.” He stops you and brings you to the side of the sidewalk, where a wall full of graffiti laid bare, he kisses your nose before finally bringing you for a sweet and tender kiss on your lips. His kiss was always soft, full of love and tenderness. It was like kissing a dream, beautiful and leaves you in a sort of cloudy gaze, barely remembering it until his lips were on yours again. You would have probably kissed more if it wasn’t for the resounding rumble of your stomach interrupting you, reminding you that while you brought lunch for Steven you had barely eaten today. You and Steven looked at each other before laughing, his hands in yours, you both searched for a place to eat together. 

—

You laid in bed with Steven, you washed the sheets earlier that day and you had just gotten out of the shower so a fresh scent surrounded you. The only thing it was missing was him. 

Without him there thoughts of the day passed by, the woman from the museum still on your mind. You were so happy with Steven and Marc, and Jake. But you’ve been happy before, you’ve trusted before only to have it thrown back at your face. You start worrying that maybe you were misreading the situation, maybe you were harsh, maybe this is one of the good things that doesn’t last and this is the beginning of the end. 

You were so caught up with your inner demons that you didn’t register your personal angel sliding into the freshly washed and dried sheets until you felt a hand cradle your face. 

“What’s going on in that mind of yours darling?” Steven asked, dark eyes unwavering. 

“Steven I-” 

“Darling what is it you always say to us?”

“Communication is key.” 

“Correct,” Steven said as his hand went from cradling your face to holding your hand, “so communicate darling, I’m all ears.” 

“I get scared sometimes,” You admit unable to say no to him, “today I have you. But tomorrow is never a given, I’m so scared that someday when I’ve let go completely that you’ll want nothing to do with me. That you’ll regret me and leave. I know this is rubbish, but I still worry. I also worry I may have been a little too harsh on Sarah from the gift shop today.” true to his word Steven lets you let it out. His eyes and ears never deviated once.

“It’s ok to get scared,” Steven starts, “I could say the same things too, I am the luckiest bastard today because I have you, but I can be the sorriest knob on the earth tomorrow if you decide I’m too broken to be loved. But while I have you, I plan on holding you, loving you, I plan on keeping that heart you gave me safe and warm, like how you are keeping mine.” Your eyes look away before he directs your attention back at him, “hey look at me,” his thumb ghosts over your cheeks, “I’m yours, nothing can change that.” 

You bring your face to his, your lips molding together like puzzle pieces, you just fit. Your hands cradle his face, before going to his scalp as you lift one leg and straddle him on the bed. Your hands gently massage the space between his ear and hair. You hear him moan as his large hands grip your hips firmly, tanned digits digging into soft flesh, as the kisses now become opened mouthed and breathing becomes ragged. 

Stevens hands move from their place on your waist and dance up your side before grabbing the hem of your nightshirt. He parts from you for just a second to which you respond with a slight wine, you open your eyes to see his midnight eyes asking silently, pleading really, to lift your shirt. You bite your lip as you nod, lifting your arms he practically tore the shirt from you. The bite of night air made goosebumps rise all over your skin, the mixture of the aroused look in your eyes and how your topless figure bathed in the moonlight left Steven absolutely breathless with love and lust. You could see his dark eyes darken as he drank you in, no matter how many times Steven has seen you he always got the same look as though he was looking at you for the first time. And that made you feel cherished. 

Steven’s mouth lowered itself on your left breast, nipple in mouth, sucking, biting, tugging. Dragging choked, and needy whimpers and moans from you as you clutch onto his dark, damp curls. Back arching into his mouth, while his left hand played with your right breast and his right hand kneading the flesh of your ass. All of this went straight to your core, feral need flooded you as your mouth lowered itself to his ear. You nibbled at the top of his ear, licked and tugged at the lower part. Which seemed to send Steven into a needy frenzy of his own, he could feel your hot breath in his ear, deep and seductive. 

“Let me touch you,” you whispered moaning in his ear as you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, “I need to touch you love please.” 

For you he would do anything. 

He stopped and excitedly got rid of the last shred of clothing separating your top halves together. Just as he was about to continue worshiping your breasts the way they deserved, you gently pushed him back, letting your hands roam around his toned body. Memorizing every detail. 

Every scar, every mole, every freckle and goosebump. 

You want to memorize it all. 

Your lips latch onto his neck, sucking and kissing your way down to his clavicle. His breathing gets more erratic as he is so hard he throbs, his hands dancing patterns onto your skin. Your kisses continue downward, you take a small detour to take his dark nipple in your mouth sucking before lightly biting. His back arched at the sensation, urging for more, begging. However you have other plans as your hands gently caress the outline of his cock through his sleep pants. Noting the slight wet spot right where you knew the head was, a mischievous smirk settled on your lips. Your kisses travel lower, and lower until you are at eye level with the decent sized bulge. Your eyes look up at the half lidded and sex addled eyes of your lover before kissing the tip through the pants. The groan was guttural and damn did that do wonders for your confidence. You’ve brought him here, to the point between saving and utter ruin. Your eyes ask a silent question and he nodds fervently, your hands reach the waistband of his pants and he lifts his hips. You pull them down until his cock sprang forward, slapping against his stomach. It made your mouth water as you pulled back the foreskin and gave the tip of it a kiss before enveloping him within your mouth. 

Steven swears as his fingers clutch the hair on your scalp in a tight grip as you bob your head up and down in a consistent and steady rhythm. Your tongue tracing the outline of the vein on the underside of his shaft. You look up and as you see Steven fall apart beneath you, his chest rising and falling erratically as you pick up your pace. You decide to get dangerous as you just barely let your teeth graze him. Suddenly you are pulled off of him, the salty taste of his precum lingering on your tongue as he mashes his pillow soft, kiss swollen lips against yours, nearly drawing blood. The kiss is all lust and teeth and tongue. His hands grab the flesh of your ass tightly, for sure leaving bruises in their wake. And you know you’ll wear those bruises on your ass like a badge of honor.  

As the kiss died down he pressed his sweat covered forehead against yours. 

“That was close,” Steven whispered breathlessly, “I would’ve made a mess if you had done that again.” 

“That good huh?” you joked just as breathless as him as he kissed you again, sweetly. The combination of the feral and lust blown kiss from earlier to the sweet and domestic kiss was enough for your mind to whirl. 

“Better than good,” Steven said, breaking away from the kiss, “but I want you to come before I do darling.” 

You suddenly felt full as Steven thrusted his hips upward connecting you together. The pleasure filled screamed that came out of you made you sure that tomorrow you will receive a noise complaint…again. 

Steven’s hands steadied you as you fell forward, your chest against his as he began thrusting upward. Bouncing you up and down his lower appendage. 

You could barely form a coherent sentence as Steven expertly rocked into you and hit consistently in that one goddamn spot that made you see white. It was difficult to believe that Steven was so awkward about sex before when he’s fucking you so damn good. Your sweat covered chest rubbing against his, his hands firmly on your and the sole attention you were receiving was all contributing to the tight coil forming in your belly. It only got tighter once his diligent and skilled fingers found the sensitive little bundle of nerves and started rubbing in lazy circles that you felt the coil get impossibly tight as you felt him throb inside you. 

“I’m not gonna last much longer my darling,” he confesses as his lips attack your neck, “you’re so tight, let go my darling cum for me.” 

At that you did, you felt the surge of mind blowing pleasure that you didn’t realize you bit harshly onto Stevens neck. However at the feeling of your teeth sinking into him and marking him he exploded, unable to keep rocking into you as his release leaked out of where you both were joined. 

You both stayed like that for a while, with you collapsed on top of him, gently kissing the mark you left on him as an apology. While he lovingly traced the outline of your spine and the red marks he knew will darken into bruises by morning. Both of you basked in each other’s afterglow, not having the energy to move and nearly falling asleep. However Steven, the man who was always so attentive to your needs, knew you would be uncomfortable in a few hours if he didn’t clean you up. So reluctantly he removed himself from you with a wet plop, you groaned as you felt so empty without him. He kissed your temple and tried to remove himself from you, letting you know he was just gonna get a wet rag to clean you up with as well. 

You drifted in and out of sleep as you heard him in the bathroom over wetting the rag with warm water. 

He came back not a few minutes later with a warm wet rag and cleaned you up, although you were sensitive the warm wet rag was a welcome. After cleaning you up Steven disposed of the rag after cleaning himself up as well, he slid in next to you. His chin resting on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around your torso. 

“How in the bloody hell am I going to cover this love bite tomorrow.”

You fell asleep smiling proudly at yourself.

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Knight (Dark! Moon Knight x Reader)

hey this is part 2 to “Pawn”, this series is going to be a dark fic so BE WARNED THIS IS DARK AS SHIT AND ANGSTY AS FUCK!

the series will be known as Knights and Pawns.

MINORS DNI, NOT FOR YOU SHOO!

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You roused to the smell of wet earth and the radio crackling faintly. An overall mellow song filled your room, you reached to the other size of the bed instinctively, however you were only met with the faintest sense of warmth as your eyes trace their indent on your bed. You bury your face in their pillow, the smell of their shampoo filled your senses and a small smile graced your features. 

You groaned as you stretched and got out of the bed, by far the softest bed you’ve slept in. You actually couldn’t for a while, but now, it was comforting. You grabbed your pale blue housecoat and tied it loosely around your waist as you made your way to the window, watching the rain gently stream down your window pane. 

It was hard to believe it’s been three years since you’ve started this life, away from everything you once held so dear to you. 

You can’t help but miss him sometimes. 

Marc had been your friend since you could remember, when life got tough you were each other’s cornerstone. He was also your first love, he held your hand and kissed your forehead. Then Steven and Jake came along and you couldn’t help but love them as well. 

Marc was your friend before he became this. 

You missed Layla too, her smiles and the way during the nights when Marc didn’t come home until late, you both would have movie nights. Popcorn, candy, and trash movies that Marc hated watching. By the middle of the movie the tv would be turned down and it just turned into a chatting session. You regret not telling her goodbye, you wouldn’t blame her if she was pissed off. 

You worried occasionally, that this piece of happiness you worked so hard to have and hold would be ripped away from you from the one person who put a smile on your face everyday. 

Steven and Jake kept their word, they’ve held Marc back. You smiled thinking about them. 

Your boys. 

You were brought out of your thoughts by a pair of lips against your temple, the familiar scent of fresh cut grass and brown sugar relaxes your body. 

“Good morning lovely,” He whispered against your temple as he placed your cup of iced coffee in your hands. You get sick when you drink hot coffee, so you smile as you notice he remembers such a small detail every morning. 

“Good morning to you too, handsome,” You said as you looked into his amber eyes. You met about a year after you initially left Marc, it started off as a few dates, then a few dates turned into this. 

“What were you thinking about?”

“Just morning thoughts Alec,” you assured before you kissed his lips, he tasted of chocolate and just something uniquely him. 

“Do these thoughts have something to do with the ring on your left finger,” he asked gently, “we can push the date back if you’re having doubts, love.” 

“Not a chance,” you said, “like it or not in a few days you’re shackled with me the rest of your life.” you gently kissed him again. 

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” You laughed and kissed again. Leaning your head against his for a moment, enjoying this. 

“What time is it?” you asked. 

“About time we start the typical 9 to 5.” he said before kissing you one last time before slipping away. You always did love to watch him walk away in some sort of cheap appreciation. 

You sighed as you drank bits of your coffee here and there while you got ready for your job as an analyst at SWORD. After hearing of your departure from Moon Knight, they offered you a job straight away. You requested not to be put in the field directly if they could help it, wanting to put the life of violence away for the rest of your days. 

You typically wore dress pants, however, you felt in the mood to dress up a bit so a knee length pencil skirt was with a green button down blouse. You placed light makeup on, earrings, and your hair in a semi stylish ponytail. You looked well put together, felt like it too, it was a goddamn trip. You never thought you would get here, a normal life, a typical nine to five job, a home, the beginnings of a family. 

You grabbed your trench coat and kissed your fiance goodbye. You don’t know why but you felt particularly grateful for the life you have today. 

—

It was break time already, and typically when your break started is when night shift started coming in to start theirs. You were pretty close to some of them so you decided to grab a few coffee’s while out and about for an hour for them. 

You knew a cool, hole in the wall, cafe’s where they made pretty decent coffee at a decent price. 

Seriously with inflation the way it is, cafe’s like this were life savers. 

After you ordered four coffee’s and a sandwich for you, you glanced around, people watching. 

This place was typically for couples or meet ups. There were about two couples here and one person alone, hidden behind the screen of a laptop. The couples seemed happy, if not a little awkward. However, what weirded you out a little was the person whose face was obscured, you couldn’t get a vibe off of him. A blank slate and that puts you off. You were brought out of your hyper focused state by the person behind you with your order. You thanked her and even gave her a small tip. 

You made your way out of the shop and back onto the streets of the city. For some reason your senses were sharper now, your pulse was racing, and you were seventy percent sure that someone was following you. You waited for about a block before you decided yeah, there was someone following you in broad daylight. You looked for a thick and full crowd and luckily, the afternoon lunch rush was coming in. You took advantage of the obnoxiously large and dense crowd to disappear, despite the cold you took your trench coat off and took your hair out of the ponytail. It wasn’t much but you knew from experience that even a slight change of appearance, especially in a crowd would be to your advantage. 

You breathed a sigh of relief as the stress in your body released ever so slightly. Feeling the ominous presence fade. When you reached SWORD and gave everyone their coffee you were nearly convinced you had just made the situation up, PTSD playing tricks on your mind. 

That was until there was a ding on your phone. 

“Darcy’s Bar after work”

At first you think it was a wrong number. 

“Don’t be late (Y/n)”

Shit. 

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You could barely focus on your work the rest of the day, the pit in your stomach was as heavy as lead and your leg refused to stay still. Your mind raced, someone followed you in broad daylight and knew your number. You raked your brain for people who would have the gall or motive to do this to you. 

You knew the answer. 

You just didn’t want to admit it. 

You gathered your stuff once your shift was over, called Alec to let him know you would be home a little later than usual today and called over a taxi to take you to the bar. Once there you immediately wanted to turn and run, but you knew if you did he would find you. You can only assume he knew where you lived since he knew your number, and by now your schedule. You were sure of it. 

With a deep breath in you walked through the doors of the bars, it was classy, not anything too terribly fancy, but classy nonetheless. You walked over to the bar, You could easily see your reflection in the gloss of the wood. 

“What will you be having?”

“Just water.” 

“C’mon now don’t tell me you stopped drinking too.” 

Your blood froze, all of your muscle became stone and your bones turned to sand. Time may have passed, but that was still his voice. The Chicago accent tinged his Tenor voice lightly, endearingly. The smell of sand and old books filled your lungs. You didn’t even need to look at him to know who was beside you. 

“Marc.” 

“Long time no see Starlight.” 

“How did you find me?” You asked, still not looking at him, the bartender sets your class of water and a shot beside it. He muttered a ‘on the house’ before returning to his other duties. 

“Let’s go sit somewhere else,” Marc said, “somewhere you can’t look away.” It wasn’t a suggestion, you knew it wasn’t. You downed the shot beside your water before going to the booth in the corner. You didn’t speak a word to him the entire time, it wasn’t until he slid in on the other side of the booth that you saw him properly. His eyes were still the midnight color, matching his hair, only now there was a light peppering happening. Skin tanned and practically glowing underneath the ambient lighting of the bar. He was dressed in a simple black button up and black slacks. Yet he looked like a million bucks. You could even catch the glint of the golden star of David on his neck. 

“How did you find me?”

“Nice to see you too Starlight.” 

“Stop calling me that,” you bit back. You could see his thick brows furrowing and his eyes sharpening, forming a very dangerous and frustrated look. 

“Would you prefer me call you Lovely like he does,” Marc asked in a sharp and underlying threatening tone, “if that’s the case you can just call me handsome, like you do him” A chill ran through you, he knew a lot apparently, because this is what this was. A demonstration of power and knowledge on his part. 

“What do you want?”

“I want you to come home.” He said with his eyes pleading, he reached out for your hand but you took it away, “come home Starlight please.” 

“I have a home,” you said, “and it’s not with you.” 

He was about to say something when you cut him off. 

“Why would I even come back to you, so you can use me as a meat shield repeatedly again, will you not be satisfied until I literally give my life for you and your moon sized ego.” Your head tilted to the side, eyes narrowing on his figure, “I have a life now Marc, I have a home, a job, and someone to look forward to seeing every morning.” 

“I heard,” he said, “Mazel Tov on your engagement to that asshole by the way.” 

“No,” You said, “no you are the asshole Marc. You were my best friend, and after everything we’ve gone through together. Ammit, your mother, and Randall. After all of that you just tossed me aside-”

“I didn’-”

“Yes Marc Spector,” You said, “You left me to die. You left me to die five times when I NEVER would’ve done that to you. Even if it cost me my life I would never have left you for dead.” You didn’t care what he would do to you anymore, “so tell me Spector, why should I come back to a person who betrayed me loyalty and trust?”

“Because if you don’t” He started, leaning towards you, “I’ll kill him.” 

You didn’t care what he did to you. 

But to Alec. 

You cared very much. 

“When did you come to hate me so much?” You asked, tears pricking your eyes. You feel his calloused hands envelop yours and it took all of you not to push him away. 

“I’ve never hated you.” 

“Why won’t you let me be happy,” You asked desperately, “for the first time in such a long time I have a home. I’m about to have a family-”

“You’ve always had a family,” Marc said, cutting you off, “me, I’m your family.” 

“No Marc,” You said, “you’re my keeper. You’re also a hypocrite. You can’t say this whole ‘I’m your family,’ and come here threatening to kill the love of my life when you already found Layla.” 

“Layla and I divorced.” 

“So,” You said, “so you what, want me back as a replacement? That’s sick Marc, it’s cruel, it’s something Konshu would do.” 

“No!” Marc raised his voice before lowering it and regaining his composure, “I’m nothing like him.” 

“Could’ve fooled me.” Marc sighed, rubbing his hands over his face before taking a deep breath in. 

“I owed a debt,” Marc started, “I didn’t tell you everything about how I became Moon Knight. The job was simple but my partner got greedy, I tried getting the hostages out but… I couldn’t save them. All of them died and I couldn’t save them. I was going to die too, but then Konshu came and the rest you know.”

“I don’t see how this is connected with you owing a debt.” 

“I would’ve died had it not been for Abdallah El Faouly,” he revealed, “he took the shot that was for me.”

It took then for it to click, Layla, Marc being protective over her. 

“You married her out of guilt,” You said in disbelief, “Layla loved you and you married her out of guilt,” You go to get up but are brought back down. 

“You’re not listening-”

“I’m listening just fine,” You said, “But answer me something, Spector, if you owed a debt to Layla, why not give her the man responsible for her fathers death. An eye for an eye.”

“My partner harmed the travelers of the night,” Marc said, “he was the first on Konshu’s list that night”  

“So we’re back at, you married her out of guilt.” 

He was getting frustrated, you could tell. 

“You’re still not listening”

“I’m pretty sure I’m listening and understanding things very clearly.” 

“No you’re not,” He said, his eyes unwavering against yours, “If it was not for the debt I owed I would have married you.” You sat there, unmoving, you don’t think you could move if you tried, “I’ve loved you everyday of my life but it was never the right time. I was dealing with my mother, then the military, then konshu, then Layla. It just was never the right time for us, then you left. Steven and Jake would take over the moment I made some progress on finding you. It took me three years, and in those three years Layla realized my feelings for you and divorced me from the debt I owed and from the marriage. In those three years you’ve had the life you’ve always wanted, what you’ve always deserved. Something I could never give you.” 

“Then why do you want to rip it away from me?” You asked, “If you love me so much why betray me, you don’t betray the ones you love Marc.” 

“I’ve decided something,” He said, “I’ve given my life for others. Even letting others feed off of it, like parasites. Steven, Jake, Konshu. I punish those who harm others, I’ve saved countless others. I deserve to be selfish, just this once, I deserve to have the person I want most in this world.” 

“Marc that doesn’t make any sense,” You said head spinning, “You left me, you deserted me without backup not caring if I lived or died.”

“That’s not true,” he said, “Did you seriously believe that all those times you came back alive it was because you were lucky? I sent Konshu to make sure you stayed alive, however he is a fickle fucking bird and didn’t do it as well as he should have.” 

You got up and were about to leave, Marc sat there as you were about to leave, his voice rang out. 

“You have 24 hours to say goodbye to Alec, your friends at SWORD. If you try to run, I will kill each and everyone one of them, one by one. So I suggest you don’t run Starlight.” 

And with that you left, heels clicking against the pavement, the lights of the city illuminating the tears strewn on your face, and the weight in your stomach worsened. 

This was going to be the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. 

And you had to do it within twenty four hours. 

Moon Knight Masterlist

Mood board was made by me.

All of my y/n’s are inclusive and are given minimal description.

OSCAR ISSAC MISC. CHARACTER MASTERLIST

= Smutty Goodness

= Dark Themes/ Angst / Triggery Material

  = Fluffy Goodness

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The Knight and the Pawn DARK! Mini Series (incomplete)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3Part 4 Part 5Part 6

You were nothing more than a pawn to him, and you didn’t deserve that.

Love Bites (requested)

You go to give Steven his lunch on his first day as a tour guide, which ends up in an interesting series of events.

Todoroki, Iida, and Kirishima relationship angst :’)

Just some angst/problems that might come up with dating these guys. By the way, this is by no means an attempt to ruin your comfort characters! These are just some ideas on maybe parts of a relationship they wouldn’t be so good at. No one is perfect,either in a relationship or as an individual, and I still really like these characters overall :)))

warnings: trauma, minor angst, slightly unhealthy habits

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-Todoroki Shoto-

• Understandably… anything regarding physical contact is a bit of a weird subject
• He had pretty mixed feelings about it at first and the two of you agreed to avoid it. Eventually, he started to get more comfortable with it, and the two of you began doing things like hold hands, hug, and cuddle a bit
• No matter how gentle you are, he tenses upon the initial contact and then slowly relaxes
• He’s so softwhen you touch him. He wraps his limbs around you, buries his head in the crook of your neck, and blushes softly as he drinks in all the physical contact he never got
• Sometimes he thanks you for really random stuff, like remembering how he likes his soba. Asking specific questions about his day/how he’s feeling. Letting him talk about his interests. And it isn’t an idle “thx btw” it’s a sincere “thank you, so, so much for doing that, I truly appreciate it” and it kind of breaks your heart how low his standards are for how people treat him
• The only reason he’s been seriously addressing his trauma is not that he’s upset about it, but because you’re upset he isn’t upset
• The “meet the family” conversation was avoided for so long. If you both have bad home lives, you probably avoid it indefinitely
• If you have a good family though, while Todoroki probably had a great time spending time with your family, he probably felt guilty that he couldn’t offer the same to you
• He makes up a lot of excuses to his family to avoid putting you in a weird situation. He worries his sister would use you as proof that the family was healing, his brother would probably try to make you side against Endeavor, Endeavor might try to get you to talk to Todoroki for him… no way is he putting you through that
• He wasn’t the best at expressing affection at first, but as he began to realize that “wow, you aren’t going to hurt me or try to use me :)” he became more open

-Iida Tenya-

• Iida holds himself to SUCH high standards and can be really uptight, and I don’t just mean in terms of his hero work and academics, but in terms of being a boyfriend too
• He wants to be the model boyfriend: strong, supportive of you, protective, encouraging, funny, charming, good at planning dates, romantic, calm and cool, etc
• Sometimes the of you can laugh about it — Iida’s bad flirty lines, Iida’s list of your likes/dislikes, how dramatic he is about little things
• Other times… you can’t laugh. Depending on the type of person you are, you might like how organized and list-based Iida’s dates are, or at least appreciate the work that goes into them. Or, you might be annoyed out of your mind, wondering why the two of you can’t just say “hey let’s hang out” without Iida making an itinerary
• If he ever forgot an important relationship-related event like an anniversary, birthday, or Valentines Day, he would feel AWFUL and completely freak out about it. Dozens of apologies, trying to act perfect for days on end to make up for it, being especially uptight… you get the idea
• Even when he doesn’t mess up, it’s difficult for Iida to really relax into a relationship. After you’ve been dating for a few months, he’s still quite stiff with affection — not because he’s unaccustomed to it, he’s just a naturally tense person
• Veryguilty of being a bit of a workaholic and making you feel like… yes, he’s physically there, but he’s not there,like when you finally convinced him to watch your favorite movie, only to see him reviewing notes the entire time
• And thinking about the “wow, I saw Iida’s to-do list for today and I’m literally nothing but a box for him to check off” can lead to some real FUN arguments
• Sometimes when you cuddle his grip on you is just a little too tight because he’s so worried about something happening to you

-Kirishima Ejiro-

• Similar to Iida, Kirishima also puts a lot of pressure on himself to be a good boyfriend
• But unlike Iida who gets so worked up that it’s obvious he’s upset, Kirishima is waytoo good at hiding the strain he puts on himself
• He could’ve just had the crappiest day of his life, but he’ll force a smile for you, offer to help with your homework, and get you something to drink
• He goes so far out of his way to do things for you to show how much he loves you — carrying your books and backpack on top of his, even when his arms are shaking from being overworked; staying up late to talk to you without mentioning that he promised to wake up early to help Bakugou train; letting you have some of his lunch even though he forgot breakfast and will probably end up giving part of his dinner to Kaminari
• It isn’t toxic masculinity because Kirishima is certainly still soft on you and in touch with his emotions, but his standards for himself are definitely too high
• Part of him knew this wasn’t healthy, but the other, unconfident part of himself convinced him it was worth it every time you bragged to the others about how amazing your boyfriend is
• When you realized what Kirishima was doing to himself, you were honestly devastated with yourself for not realizing sooner
• And when you confronted Kirishima about it he reacted like a hurt puppy because he thought you were going to break up with him
• You two had a long, long chat about communicating boundaries and such
• Aside from that, Kirishima is like,,, really, really good with relationships??? He communicates well, is flexible, understanding, etc. Sometimes he does push himself a bit too hard in training or doesn’t feel like he’s good enough for you, but you’re there to cheer him up :)