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Ma’am, that is my emotional support traumatized man in his 40s

Moonknight imagine because I’m sad.

I look over to Steven as he sits at his computer, but I just lay on the bed we share looking at him with sadness in me. “Steven… do you love me? Or am I a phase?” I ask him bluntly. Steven freezes as he looks towards me. “Oh sweetie no. No, no, no, why do you think something so hurtful?”

He walks to my side cupping my face as I hold back tears. “I… I don’t know… I just feel like you, Marc, Jake, and Layla will grow tired of me.” I sob out. Steven hugs me close, closer then ever before. “No honey no. We all love you, we love you so much we want to see you happy.”

Steven kisses me on the head as he wipes away my tears. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry. I don’t know why I-i just-“

“Shhh- it’s okay, it’s okay love.”

Steven stops me hugging me to his chest and petting my head. “Give yourself a moment to breathe then when you’re ready we can talk. Okay?”

I nod as we cuddle with each other as I slowly start opening up.

End

(Sorry this is horrible. I’m not the best with grammar but I’m getting better. So I really hope you liked this and if you have any suggestions, please feel free to share.)

Safe | Marc Spector

PAIRING: Marc Spector x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Marc has a nightmare. You're right by his side for the aftermath.

WORD COUNT: 1.12k

WARNINGS: Angst, panic, comfort, fluff, implications of Marc's past trauma and PTSD

A/N: Was in the middle of writing a Steven fic when this idea popped into my head and I had to get on it immediately. I'm like 90% sure this idea has already been used on here but I'm hoping my story isn't similar to anyone else's :(

It started with sporadic twisting and jolts from Marc's side of the bed. You were so deep in sleep that you silently dismissed it and chalked it up to Marc's discomfort with the heavy duvet.

But then faint mumblings of a familiar name reached your ears. Your eyes shot open once you recognized it as the name of Marc's deceased younger brother.

You slowly turned to face Marc's writhing figure, listening as whimpers, broken apologies, and protests fell from his lips. His thick brows were furrowed in obvious distress, his naked chest heaving as his breathing grew more erratic by the second.

And it made your chest ache.

Before you could think of how to proceed, Marc abruptly sat up, his brown eyes opening to adjust to your dimly lit room as he was launched out of his nightmare and back into your shared bedroom.

Gone were the mumbles and whimpers that previously befell his lips, now replaced by futile attempts to gain back control over his breathing.

But Marc's chest continued to heave as he swung his legs from beneath the bed's sheets to sit on the side of the bed, facing away from you. He leaned forward and held his face in his hands, silently willing his brain to acknowledge that the nightmare was over. It wasn't working.

You've been with Marc for around a year now so his occasional nightmares weren't foreign to you.

But one that triggered a reaction on this scale was.

No amount of harsh denial and forced smiles could push you away this time. Not when the man you loved was currently exuding more fear than he ever had in your whole relationship combined.

You slowly slid out of the bed, not wanting to make any sudden movements and jostle the shaken man.

Marc screwed his eyes shut when you came around to his side of the bed and into view.

You fell to your knees before him, not yet touching him until he wished for you to do so, but needing to offer him some kind of reassurance that he was okay.

"Marc?" you gently said his name, watching as he shoved the heels of his hands further into his face, "Baby, just focus on the sound of my voice. I'm right here with you okay?"

Beads of sweat dripped from his curls and into his palms as he slowly revealed his red-rimmed eyes to you.

"Marc, you're safe. You're here, with me, and you are safe," you assured him meaning every word.

Marc quickly nodded at your words and attempted to take a deep breath on his own, only for it to end in a body-wracking cough.

"Hey! Calm down baby, you're okay," you softly called out to him, noticing panic seep into his features once again as he looked around, haphazardly surveying his surroundings.

You began to reach out for his clenched fists and paused, "Can I touch you, Marc?" you calmly asked, receiving as best of a nod as he could give you while a few tears escaped his eyes.

You carefully reached out and unclenched Marc's fists before bringing one of his open shaky palms to rest on your chest right above your heart while both your other hands rested entangled on his knee. "You feel that, Marc? I'm right here. Come on, breathe with me baby," you pleaded.

Marc watched you deeply inhale before doing the same, his eyes never leaving yours and his hand taking in the gentle thud of your heart. You exhaled a few seconds after, with Marc doing the same, before doing it all over again.

You noted his chest slowing its rises and falls and allowed a small relieved smile to cross your lips.

Marc remained silent as he continued to breathe with you, refusing to break eye contact.

You, that determined look in your eyes, and the gentle smile that rested on your lips were the only things anchoring him at the moment.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you nervously questioned, though already knowing the answer.

Marc shook his head and took another deep breath.

"That's perfectly fine baby," you cooed, carefully standing up.

As soon as you steadied yourself on your feet, Marc leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his face on your stomach. His grip on your body was borderline painful but you didn't care one bit, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head before cradling it in your hands.

"You have work in a few hours," his first words of the night came soon after, his voice rough with sleep and a lack of use, "You don't have to stay up with me," he added.

"I don't care," you replied instantly.

Marc shifted his head to look up at you, an unreadable emotion in his eyes.

"Contrary to popular belief," you began, using a hand to brush a stray damp curl off his forehead, "you don't have to do everything alone. I'm here for you, Marc, and I'm not leaving any time soon. Do you understand?" you met his gaze defiantly.

Marc swallowed harshly before nodding. His grip on your waist briefly tightened before you felt yourself being pulled onto his lap and further onto the bed.

You complied and settled your body on top of Marc's as he laid you both down on the bed.

"Are you sure this is comfortable for you?" you softly asked, referring to your opposition on top of him.

Your question caused him to pull you closer to his body than you thought was possible. He needed to feel you. He needed to know you were there, that you were real, and that what he experienced was no longer a reality he was doomed to.

"Talk," he prompted you with the singular syllable.

You lifted your head from where it was nuzzled in his chest to look up at him, seeing the silent plea in his eyes. Just keep me awake, please.

"Okay," you nodded eagerly.

You began to drone on about your day, telling Marc the latest gossip that you had received from your coworkers as well as a future project that could earn you a possible promotion.

Marc listened intently as you spoke, finding safety in your voice and the passion that enthralled it when you spoke of your job.

It wasn't long before you ran out of stories to tell and instead opted for humming some of Marc's favorite songs while holding his large palm open and tracing shapes in them with your fingers.

Marc felt the ghost of a smile trace his lips as he lay there with you wrapped around him, feeling safer than he ever did wrapped in Konshu's armor.

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