Pairing: Steven Grant x gn!reader (implied Marc Spector x gn!reader and Jake Lockley x gn!reader)
Word Count: 800
Summary: Steven doesn’t have a birthday. He takes the task of choosing one very seriously.
Content: Fluff, one use of a pet name (love)
A/N: This follows Leap Year, but it’s not necessary to read that first. I don’t know a ton about astrology, so I’m learning as I go. Enjoy! :)
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: Peter gets back into making little videos once the two of you start hanging out
warning: extreme 2017 homecoming era nostalgia
Masterlist
Of course he went for Liz.
Liz was the ingénue. She was perfect in every possible way. Perfect grades, perfect face, and the perfect boy pining after her. You’d been crushing on Peter since the third grade but with Liz around, he never noticed you.
But Liz was gone now. She had moved to Oregon following her dad’s arrest and taken Peter’s feelings for her with her. Now that she was gone, you decided it was time to stop pining after Peter from afar and start pining from up close. And so, when you walked into the cafeteria that day, you didn’t sit at the end of the table like you usually did.
Synopsis - They say home is where the heart is. Your heart belongs to four guys you call your best friends. Also known as - four important times the boys told you they loved you.
Pairing - Frankie Morales, Will Miller, Santiago Garcia, Benny Miller x Female Reader.
Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol consumption.
Age Rating - 18+
Word Count - 5k
Author's Note - is it weird that I have sort of compared each boy to a room in the house? maybe! but we're rolling with it, because it worked in my head. this is the first of a few fics like this, much like Tethered, Time and Tranquility - I have a few different TF boy comparison ideas. love these babies so much. <3
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3
You follow the laughter floating down the hallway into your backyard. Standing against the doorframe, you watch as the boys double over in amusement while Benny reenacts the time Frankie fell in your pool. Their faces are illuminated by the golden glow of the fairy lights adorning your deck, moonlight shining down.
"And none of you helped me! Hermosa had to come and rescue me! At least I know who loves me the most," Frankie chuckles, tilting back in his chair to catch your eyes.
You make your way over and kiss him on the cheek, standing behind him and wrapping your arms around his neck.
"I don't think there was ever any debating that. You've always been my favourite," you coo, ruffling his hair gently.
"Give us a break," Benny teases. "We all know I'm your favourite, sweetheart."
Taglist: @secretly-sirens, @zeeader, @imdoingathingmom, @x-theolivia, @ainsley-official, @huntress-artemiss, @hoohoohope, @ourgoddessathena, @wiintaersoldier, @vine-enthusiast, @afraidofshrimp, @myfturn, @im-better-than-your-newborn, , @mjaudrey, @igotthisasajokeyetimstillhere, @starr60, @coldmermaidhologram, @daenerysluvrr, @viperchick47, @marvelwomen-arehot, @mynightandstars
So, recently this fic hasn't had much interaction, and I'm not sure why. One of you told me that it can be buggy and hard to reach, so I'm sorry abt that but if you ever wonder abt updates, I'm gonna start up dating every saturday. Just go to my masterlist, then to the afd masterlist and to the new chapter. Hopefully you're all able to find it now. This will be the last time I post the taglist because it hasn't been working well.
Synopsis:
When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.
it’s getting so good ahhhhh
summary: you’ve been steven’s best friend for a while and have had a crush on him as long as you’ve known him. unfortunately, his eyes are on layla, his alter’s wife. let's just say, you’re not the only one put off by this. this is a story of how you and marc bond over your sorrows.
pairing: marc spector x reader
rating: angst
warning: drunk kiss, one-sided pining, (kinda) cheating, angst, feelings (?)
w/c: 2.7k
a/n: sometimes you just need to feel needed
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Steven is the type of guy who has no idea what to do with his hands. But when it comes to you, he’s all hands on deck. He’s touchy and you think it’s partially because he’s touch-starved.
And you are too, but in a different way.
Where he craves for touch, you simply cannot process the feeling. It’s foreign. Overwhelming. You’re just not used to it.
But you pull through it because you like him.
And he has no idea.
daniel sousa invented heart eyes in 1955 when he met daisy johnson, and that's a fact.
I'm so upset that I can't date Steven Grant
Infinitely You pt.11
Word Count - 6.7k
Summary - In every universe you are the one person Peter Parker will always love more than anything; unfortunately, he always realizes it too late. Now that they've been granted a second chance none of them are willing to miss out on finally making things right.
gentle reminder - reblogs, comments, and feedback are the best way to support writers on tumblr! opinions are always welcome and so appreciated!
name key: tom!peter = peter ; andrew!peter = paker ; tobey!peter = pete
THE SANCTUM had begun to remind me of Pandora’s box. There was once a time in which it had brought me nothing but great intrigue, a captivating place that overflowed with magic. Yet, I now knew that every time I crossed the threshold of the Sanctum I would be greeted with nothing but wickedness; that every time I thought I’d reached rock bottom, the Sanctum would gladly offer yet another complication that would plunge me further.
I could only hope that once the multiverse was back in order, that I would never have to step foot in this damn building ever again.
i just think that daisy johnson and daniel sousa deserve all the happiness in the world.
i just died dead. they need to stop casting such fine asf people in these tv shows.
reader’s pronouns: he/him
summary: Jake and you are assigned to intercept Michael Augustine’s criminal activities. You’re not sure which part of the night will be more difficult: the mission itself, or pretending to be engaged to Jake Peralta.
this man is gonna be the death of me
Fandom: Oscar Isaac
Pairing: Duke Leto Atreides x F!Reader, throughout the series: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader
Summary: You and America get stuck portal jumping until you reach your universe again. In the meantime, you meet various versions of your husband.
You're staring out the window when a woman's voice broke your trance, "I'm surprised you're still here."
You turn to see a woman in elegant, yet casual wear. Jessica, your mind clicks, Lady Jessica. Your husband's concubine and your dear friend. Mother to your step-son, Paul.
You completely face her, "Sorry, I was just thinking."
"About?"
"My time here.," you answer, but Jessica looks at you knowingly. You chuckle, "What?"
"Is something wrong?"
You shake your head, "No, should there be?"
Pairing - avengers x reader
summery - from time to time, things in the avengers tower disappear out of nowhere
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Synopsis: Peter tries and fails to seduce you
To kick off the summer, Tony organized a group vacation to a resort at “one of his less crowded islands”, as he put it. The team sat together on the quinjet while Tony gave out the room assignments to everyone, ending with you and Peter.
“Parker and my beloved offspring, you’re in the penthouse suit with me. But don’t worry, you guys have your own room. It’s just connected to mine with thin walls and a door I can easily break down.” Tony said with a calm smile.
“Thanks, dad.” You smiled back at him before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. Once you were gone, Sam leaned over to him.
“Wow, I feel for you, man. You really got the short end of the stick.” Sam said and patted Peters back.
“Short? I’m 5’8. That’s average height.” Peter defended himself.
“For a woman.” Sam snorted. “But that’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?” Peter wondered.
“I mean you finally get to spend the night with your girlfriend and her dad is in the next room. That means the only way you’re getting laid is if you crawl up a chicken's ass and wait.” Sam replied, making everyone laugh at Peters's expense.
marc spector x gn!reader (slight steven grant x gn!reader and jake lockley x gn!reader)
after a particularly tough and grueling mission, you offer to help marc with the injuries he sustained. even with his initial reluctance, he can’t bring himself to continue pushing you away from him.
WARNINGS - mentions of blood and injuries
WORD COUNT - 3.4k
i’m depressed once again (it’s because of tlou which is something i HOPEFULLY will be writing for soon) and i’ve been needing to write for marc, so this is what we have. this man needs someone comforting him so badly it’s actually insane. anyways, i hope y’all enjoy it <33 (also someone please let me know if this shit makes sense)
P.S - this takes place in chicago since i rarely see anything with the moon boys in my city (yes i live in chicago)
You had been waiting all night for the sound of the front door opening.
Your back was stiff and the noise from the bustling city below kept you from falling asleep, but at some point during the night you dozed off, only stirring when you heard Marc’s keys clink against the doorknob as he gently pushed the door open. Your body immediately jumped into action and you stood up quickly, rushing to the door.
The first thing you noticed was how tired he looked. The dark circles under his eyes were more prominent and his shoulders were slumped, a major contrast to the way he usually held himself with confidence. He had barely walked two steps into your apartment before he dropped his duffle bag and slumped against the wall, sighing wearily and closing his eyes.
You rushed to his side, knowing he would argue if you helped, but you didn’t care. You gently grabbed his arm and directed him to the couch you laid on not even a minute ago. He clumsily sat down and groaned, the sound sending chills down your spine. You ignored it and pulled a chair next to him, already grabbing the things you’d gathered that afternoon for his arrival.
Even though your hands were busy with the task in front of you, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to Marc’s beat-up body, patches of his shirt and jacket caked in blood.
You knew the suit helped with the injuries he sustained during missions, but it wasn’t capable of healing them fully. You were reminded of that every time you saw his bare body, his skin littered with scars from slashes and bullet wounds.
You reached up and your fingers skimmed the edge of his shirt, then grabbed it fully and took it off his body. He stayed silent, his eyes directed to the ground. He flinched as your hands traveled across the newly opened cuts and his shoulders tensed when you placed your warm hands on his skin. You felt his hand push yours away, and you looked up to see him staring at you.
“I don’t need your help. I’ve done this before on my own.”
You raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed. “Even in a state like this?”
“Believe it or not, I can take care of myself.”
“Well,” you said, grabbing a plastic bottle of alcohol from the table. “Did you know you don’t always have to?”
He didn’t say anything. He let his eyes fall to the ground again, his body still alert and rigid. You made quick work of disinfecting the lacerations on his chest, then grabbed from the assortment of bandages. “So,” you started. “What did Khonshu have you doing this time?”
“Just a simple extraction.”
“Simple, my ass. How come you’re so beat up?”
“It went sideways.”
You sighed, letting go of the bandage in your hand and looking up at him. “How long will it take before you trust me, Marc?”
He turned to you, a hint of surprise behind the stoic mask. “What?”
“How long have we been together?”
He looked at you for a moment before answering. “About a year.”
“I understand you’ve had a tough life. I may not know much else, but I know that. I just want you to know that you don’t have to hide anything you don’t want others to know. I love you and I trust you. You have to do the same.”
He huffed, standing up and pushing your hands away. “Listen, I don’t expect you to understand what I’ve been through. But I can take care of myself. I don’t need your help with anything.”
“Marc, this is exactly what I’m talking about!” You stood up as well, an exasperated look on your face. While it was true you didn’t know exactly what he’d been through, you desperately needed him to know he didn’t have to suffer in silence like he had his whole life. It truly hurt you to see him shut his feelings away, especially after Steven and Jake warned you about his “coping skills.”
He scoffed. “This is what I’ve done my whole life. You aren’t going to change that.” A moment of silence. You felt tears start to well up in your eyes, but you weren’t even sure if he realized that because he never stopped talking.
“Maybe it’s easier for Steven and Jake to accept this kind of thing, but not me. I don’t care how hard you try. I don’t care if you try to pressure me into it or even get Steven and Jake. I don’t need your help with this. I don’t need your help with anything.”
When he was done, the only signs of his pure irritation were the emotionless pits of his eyes and the downward curl of his mouth as he glared at you. You felt your jaw clench and your nails dig harshly into your palms. It felt like he took pride in visibly hurting you, seeing your eyes well at the sound of his resistance towards your help.
God, it didn’t even feel like he loved you.
And if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t sure if you didn’t feel the way he did.
“Well, since you’re so fucking adamant about doing this yourself, then take it.“ you spat. You gathered the things on the table and walked past him, thrusting them into his arms.
"I’m going to bed.” Those last words were a mutter, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care if he’d heard them or not. You walked into your room and slammed the door, letting the tears spill from your eyes. You slowly walked over to the bed and lowered yourself on it, letting the anger overcome you. The same sounds from the streets below that prevented you from falling asleep did the opposite this time, slowly sending you to sleep. You felt the salty tears staining your cheeks and the pillow, but you didn’t care.
You really did want to help Marc. You just didn’t know how. You felt helpless, angry at yourself because you felt like you were allowing him to suffer on his own.
You woke to a soft rustling behind you. It was barely morning, the sun slightly peeking through the windows. Based on the gentle grip his hands had around your waist, you assumed it was Steven. His head was nestled into the crook of your neck and his breathing was steady. You lay there for a moment, savoring the peace, then slowly got up. You lifted his arm from your waist, but it gripped you tighter. You let out a small laugh, feeling his eyes open and his mouth curl into a smile.
“Good morning, love.”
“Good morning, Steven,” you said, turning around to look at him. His curls were roused and his eyes weren’t fully opened, but other than that he looked content. You brought your hand up to his face, letting your hands rub against the stubble growing on his cheek.
“How’s Marc doing?”
He sighed. “He forced Jake to take the body after your… confrontation last night. Neither of us has talked to him since.” His voice held a hint of pity, and you regretted bringing Marc up.
“Why doesn’t he trust me?”
“He does, he just can’t bring himself to…”
You raised your eyebrows at him in question. “Can’t bring himself to what?”
“He just… doesn’t know how to deal with-”
He stopped talking, his eyes suddenly darting to the reflection in the window. He nodded slightly, closed his eyes, then opened them again. You smiled, realizing who was in control of the body.
“Hi, Jake.”
“Hello, cariño. I needed Steven to give me the body for a moment, but he’ll be back.”
“Is that what you were telling him?”
“Yes. Now, continuing his explanation, Marc doesn’t know how to deal with someone actually caring for him. I’m sure you already know of his brother’s death, his mother’s extreme abuse, and his father’s ignorance, so I’ll just-”
“Wait, what?”
He gave you an odd look before speaking. “You didn’t know about that?”
“No, I didn’t know…” you confirmed, eyes wide with shock.
“He never told you that much?” His voice mimicked your expression, pure surprise.
“He never really bothered to get that specific.”
“Mierda, this is worse than I thought. I would’ve assumed he’d told you that much, I didn’t think he’d be so vague.”
“Well, he was.”
He sighed, his arms tightening around your waist. You knew how painful it was for Jake to witness Marc go through so much abuse. You had a vague idea of how DID develops, so you’d always assumed he had some traumatic event from his childhood. Pity always filled your heart at the thought of that. You also knew Jake’s purpose was to protect Marc from any further abuse.
“Cariño?”
“Hm?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
You nodded your head in response.
“Jake, tell me how to help Marc. I can’t stand seeing him suffer in silence, not when he’s been doing it his whole life.”
A sigh left his mouth, and you felt his thumbs start to rub circles into your hips.
“If I’m being honest, I’m not sure how you can help. Even we can’t half the time.” His voice sounded heavy with remorse, as if it was his fault Marc was feeling this way. Your hand, still on his cheek, caressed his skin and jaw, and you felt him lean into your touch.“
The times you are able to help him, how do you do it?”
That conversation happened two days ago, and now you found yourself in a similar place compared to the night the situation occurred. You were curled up on the couch, an old movie playing in the background. You paid no attention to it, your eyes glued to your phone. The time jumped out at you like an ongoing alarm, the numbers reading 2:01 in the morning.
The last time you saw any of them was five hours earlier when Jake pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and told you he was going out for a drink. He’d denied your company, saying he didn’t want anything bad to happen to you if he drank too much. You had a feeling that he was lying, that he was actually going out to help Marc by using his drunken state to convince him to let you help him. If he suspected you knew, he didn’t say anything, instead grabbing his beaten newsboy cap and waving you goodbye as he walked out the door.
You convinced yourself they’d be fine, and as soon as they left, you opened your bottle of rum and sat yourself down on the couch. Your goal was to try and relax after the past three days of stress. It worked for the first couple of hours, the liquor loosening your muscles and allowing your mind to wander happily. After the four-hour mark, you started to worry a bit. Normally they’d be back at this hour, the odor of mixed alcohol and the sound of the running shower filling the apartment. Now, you were frightened.
Their ability to fight and defend themselves was extraordinary, but they were still affected by alcohol. You didn’t know how well they fought when they were drunk or high, but you had a feeling it wasn’t useful. That, among other things, was what led you to this, hunched over and eyes attached to the glowing screen.
You jumped as you heard the clinking of keys on the other side of the door, paranoia flooding your senses. When the door opened and the strong smell of whiskey came breezing through, you rid yourself of the paranoia and rushed to grab Marc before he fell.
You remember how scared you felt the first time he came home like this, stumbling and slurring his speech. That was when you discovered his past addiction and how hard he’d been trying to keep it in the past, finding out from Steven profusely apologizing the next morning for Marc’s relapse. You never said anything about it to Marc, finally mentioning it when he had apologized for it.
This time, it didn’t feel the way it normally did. Of course, he’d be irritable, but at some point, he’d tell you he was okay and that you didn’t need to worry about him. Now, as your hands wrapped around his bicep to pull him up, he shook it out of your grasp and stumbled across the room. It shouldn’t have hurt you to see him do that, but you felt a pang of hurt as you watched him.
“How much did you drink?”
He scoffed. “If you want to help, you can fuck off.”
“Answer my question, Marc.”
“How the hell am I supposed to know? Jake was the one who was fronting at the bar.” His speech was slurred slightly and he looked exhausted. You felt another pang of emotion, but it wasn’t pain or anger. It was guilt.
“Why are you so upset with me?”
“I’m not.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me. I haven’t seen you since the night you got back.”
He sighed, visible irritation lacing his voice. “Look, can we just talk about this in the morning?”
“No.”
“What?”
“I’m not letting you walk away from me just to have you disappear again. I’m not fucking letting that happen.”
“So, what? What do you need from me that’s so goddamn important right now?”
“You know exactly what.”
“I don’t. Indulge me.”
“Stop being a dick.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry for not knowing what you’re talking about. Just tell me so we can move on.”
You scoffed, appalled by how avoidant he was being. “Why are you so upset with me?”
“Is that what’s so important?”
“Marc, please just talk to me. I don’t want to see you suffering like this.”
Another scoff, but this time it came from him. “What do you know about what I’ve been through? I haven’t told you anything.”
“Jake did.”
He paused, his eyes refusing to go anywhere except your face, darting around to find any sense of lying. Your face remained the way it was, unsmiling and glaring in his direction. You prayed this would work, not knowing what else to do if it didn’t.
“What?”
“He told me everything. I never asked him to and he just assumed you’d already told me, but I guess we were both wrong on that account.”
Now, he stood silent. His body was visibly tense, his hands and jaw clenching.
“What did he say?” The venom in his voice almost made you laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you said you didn’t give a shit if I tried to get them to help me.”
Silence again. If you didn’t know him as well as you did, you’d run away with the look of pure rage on his face. He wouldn’t act on it, no matter who it was directed towards. You knew he would just hide again, let Steven or Jake take control, and abandon them for a while, just to let things calm down. You were determined not to let that happen anymore. He couldn’t continue pushing away until every suppressed emotion became too much to bear.
You looked at him, his expression and demeanor unchanged. He wasn’t looking at you, but his attention was directed towards a mirror, making it clear he was talking to one of the others. You studied him carefully, watching the way his eyes moved to the floor in shame, almost, then back up to whoever was speaking. Then, finally, he turned to stare at you. You were shocked to find his eyes slightly glossed over, and he said nothing as he gently grabbed your wrist and sat you down.
“Listen… I don’t exactly know how to begin this since I don’t really do this-”
He stopped as you took his hands in yours, gently rubbing the rough skin. “You don’t have to tell me everything. Tell me as much as you think you need to.”
He sighed and looked down at the floor. “I don’t want you to pity me.”
“I could never.”
He looked up, his eyes holding so many emotions it made you want to cry. You truly wanted his suffering to end, to let him know he could trust you. At this point, you weren’t even sure if he did. If anything, you were hoping this could prove the presence of his trust.
“Did Jake go into detail?”
“No, he was brief about it.”
“Hm. Well,” he started. “I had a younger brother, Randall. When I was younger, I convinced him to come into his cave with me. I didn’t know about the rain. He…”His eyes were fully glossed over now, his expression making it seem like he was about to burst into tears. You squeezed his hands slightly, silently urging him to continue.
“He drowned that day. I don’t think my mother ever forgave me for killing him. After his shiva, she would shut herself in her room and just drink away. I can’t remember a time after that I haven’t seen a bottle in her hands. Of course, I couldn’t do anything about it, since she would scream every time she looked at me. Always claiming it was my fault and accusing me of being jealous, knowing I’d do something like that. She started that bullshit on my birthday, and I ran away. That was when…”
“You made up Steven.”
“Yeah. Everything’s a blur after that. Yelling, arguments, beatings. I wasn’t even sure when Jake came into the picture. At some point, I left. My dad tried to make me stay but I couldn’t bring myself to. That’s when I joined the Marines, then became a mercenary. The rest you already know.”
You took a minute to take in everything he told you. God, if only you had known beforehand. You would’ve been so happy to help him, to help him through whatever leftover emotions he had from his childhood. You kept your mouth shut for a second, not wanting to say anything.
“It’s not your fault, Marc.”
The whole time, he’d been looking everywhere but you. It was like he couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eye and admit everything he’d buried away. But at your words, he looked up.
“What?”
“You were a kid, you didn’t know what would happen. Sure, your mother was grieving, but she had no fucking right to take it out on you.
”He scoffed. “He was my responsibility.”
“And you did what you could. She or your father shouldn’t have let you go off on your own, not at that age and especially considering where you lived. Chicago is a dangerous place.”
“But she still-”
“You don’t have to listen to her anymore. I don’t know if she’s dead or not, but I don’t care. If she’s still around, I’m making sure you never have to go near her again. I promise.”
He was silent for a moment, letting your words sink in and burrow themselves into his brain. Almost all his life, he’d only known pain. Maybe the first few years were okay, but that day in the cave made his life absolute hell. He had never done this with Steven or Jake or Layla. He thought he couldn’t trust them enough. Now that he finally found someone who would listen and care for him and love him, his life suddenly wasn’t so bad.
He didn’t realize the small tears running down his face. He only knew when you slowly pressed your lips to his cheek and kissed them away. When you pulled back, he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the universe.
“God, what did I do to deserve you?”
You smiled at him and said, “Everything you’ve done for me, baby.”
A smile crept onto his face and he pushed you back against the couch. Confused, you lay down with a puzzled expression, but it turned into a look of love as he lay against you, his head between your legs. You smiled, letting your hands run through his hair and feeling the way he leaned into your touch. This was what you wanted. You didn’t want him shut away. You wanted him like this, truly comfortable and content around you.
“Marc?” His name was barely above a whisper, but he preened his head to look at you.
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
He smiled, grabbing your wrist and pressing a chaste kiss to it.
“I love you too, baby.”
TAGS - @low-keylover @logans-soulmate
Pairing - Peter Parker x Reader
Summary - Thinking he has no chance with y/n as himself, Peter begins approaching them as Spider-Man.
a/n - just a pointless little blurb i wrote while avoiding doing school work that i thought i'd share haha enjoy :)
Two months.
That was how long it had been since Peter first indulged in his ridiculous idea of talking to you under the guise of Spider-Man. Of course he hadn’t meant for it to last this long, promising himself that it was just to help him build his confidence–maybe even learn a bit about what kind of things you liked–so that he could actually ask you out as himself. Unfortunately, though, things hadn’t gone quite as he had planned.
