Marc Spector Fic Reader x Marc Spector Warnings: Angst
The sun was going down and they hadn’t spoken a single word. She didn’t know how many days had passed without so much as a ‘goodnight’, and she found herself staring at his sleeping face. His hair was as wavy as a sea, as dark as the mud left on his boots. His lips were hills she wouldn’t mind dying on.
Marc had been so quiet lately. It started slowly— so slowly that she didn’t notice. But then it hit her. One day, he woke up and didn’t look at her once. Got up, got dressed, and disappeared out the front door without as much as saying goodbye. He didn’t come back for days, which was normal for Marc. He was an avatar, after all. But then when he finally came home to her, he didn’t say hello.
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If Walls Could Talk
Frank Castle x reader Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst, Mentions of violence, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Physical Injuries Length: 2k Words
But all because it felt like old times, it didn’t mean it was. Two years was a long time, and if the apartment walls could talk they would have been telling him all the ways she, too, had changed.
There was very little left of the soldier he had met. Now, half heaved over herself, was just a woman made of chaos. She was a closed discussion with no beginning or middle. Instead of the meat, she had somehow become the maggot. Went from soldier to hitman. From hitman to…this.
OSCAR ISAAC 💐
The War Followed You Home
Requested by anonymous:
“I hope requests are still open! 😊 so i’d like an imagine where the reader was a soldier with frank castle, and when they came back and frank lost his family she helped him with his revenge and they get romantically involved. You writing is brilliant, love you 😍 (Sorry for my english ☺)”
Warnings: Blood (duh it’s Frank), fluff, swearing, slight angst, badass& soldier!reader (of course it’s me)
Notes: YAY FRANK MY BABY <3 This request has been sitting in my inbox for months and I finally wrote it yay
What do you do when the war follows you home?
No, not in the metaphorical sense. In the literal ‘standing in front of you in the form of your former partner’ sense.
Frank Castle had no fucking clue.
can we have kissing your partners wounds with frank castle please :)
I am no longer taking requests from this prompt list.
So full disclosure, I've never written for Frank before? So I am sorry if this is uhhhh not it. Especially because it got longer than I meant it to.
Warnings: Vigilante!Reader; angst; canon-typical violence; mentions of blood and wounds
He crashed into your life, bloody and hurting.
You thought, at first, that this was standard a break-in, a robbery, something. The man's eyes swept over your table—the stack of mail, and the unfinished dinner there.
"Gauze."
That was the only thing he said to you—gauze. You led the way to the bathroom and rifled through your things. You did your best with the request, cobbled together rubbing alcohol and a box of tampons. He took one look at the box decorated with flowers and colorful swirls, and his brows had given an angry, unimpressed arch.
"I—I don't have anything else," You flubbed.
"Nothin'?"
"You're not the only one that has rough nights. I haven't restocked."
He just made himself at home in your bathroom, tugging off his vest and his shirt and dropping them to the ground. You didn't gripe, even as you saw blood smear against the tile; the man still had a gun strapped to his hip, and you could see the bulge of another in his ankle holster.
"I seen you," He commented. His low, gruff voice caught you off-guard whenever he spoke, grating over some part of you that would be far more intrigued if you weren't so freaked out.
"What?"
"Around. Saw you bust up a deal a week ago, 53rd and 11th."
Jewelry - Moon Boys
quick lil headcanon i thought of like two minutes ago :>
Steven
I feel like Steven wears a watch. Since he’s usually a bit all over the place, you decided he could use it. It’s silver and sleek, an analog clock just because Steven likes his things a little bit antique. It’s his favorite thing ever and he always wears it. You’re surprised it’s not all dirty and rusted, but it’s the only thing Steven keeps clean (constantly, at least).
Marc
Rings. Marc wears rings. His favorite is probably this simple gold band that fits perfectly on his right middle finger (he likes the added bonus of being able to flip people off with it on). He has others as well, in gold and bronze and silver, but none of them are set with flashy diamonds. He prefers to just have something simple, something small that makes him feel pretty. The rings make him feel pretty and you think it’s adorable.
Jake
He loves his necklace. It’s a simple gold chain, but on the clasp, it has both of your initials engraved on it. You got it for him just so that you can see him wear it when he gets home, after he rips off his tie and unbuttons the first few buttons on his dress shirt. He loves it because it feels like he’s carrying a piece of you wherever he goes, making him feel safe and confident to attack the day.
An Enemy
Inspired by 'Rag n Bone' by Tor Miller Marc Spector fic Warnings: None
It's a call to those inside their homes Who wish away All the weight and disarray Jagged stones As they talk to me I walk alone And ring my bell Ring it loud and ring it well
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TOM HOLLAND photographed by Charlie Gate for The Los Angeles Times | February 2022
Oscar Isaac in Moon Knight
MOON KNIGHT S01E02: Summon the Suit | dir. Justin Benson & Aaron Moorhead
The Worst of You
Steven x reader, with a mention and cameo from Marc Spector of course. Warnings: None, a bit of angst
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But as she reached, and reached some more— there was nothing but the edge of the bed. A cold spot where her boys were supposed to be. She pushed herself up on her elbow, hair falling into her face, and looked around the flat. There were no lights on. Not the crack under the bathroom door, not creeping from the kitchen. No one else was home.
The Many Faces of Marc Spector - (2022)
Hold me While You Wait
Part 2/2 Takes place while looking through Marc's memories Listened to 'Hold me While You Wait' by Lewis Capaldi
Marc staggered to his feet, as though punched through the heart and his bones were resonating with the pain. “To love is to split your knuckles on your own teeth. Ask anyone, Steven. Open your eyes. There’s always blood and always something missing in the aftermath. I couldn’t take anything more from her.”