#Moon knight x reader

[divinely-mad]

need to take turns info-dumping with Steven, specifically I wanna torment him

" technically..."

"oh no"

"if I said there were spinosaurus' in ancient eygpt I wouldn't be completely incorrect"

"Love, please it is 3am-- "

[ramen-flavored]

[wistericals]

x reader fanfic writers please just know that i love you thanks and good night

[themooonhauntsyou]

steven grant 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[multific]

Through Shadow and Light

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/ Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Marc fears love, Steven longs for it, and Jake doesn’t trust it, but you are the one who ties them all together. 

Marc had always been afraid of love.

To him, it was dangerous, something fragile, fleeting, and bound to be taken away.

Steven, on the other hand, craved it in every way.

He wanted affection, connection, a love that would last.

And Jake?

Jake didn’t trust love.

He had seen enough of the world’s cruelty to know love could be a weapon, sharpened and aimed right at the heart where it hurt the most.

But you? You were the one thing that tied them all together.

At first, they tried to keep their distance in their own ways.

Marc avoided deep conversations, keeping things casual.

Safe.

Steven wanted to open up but held himself back, afraid of being too much.

Jake lingered in the shadows, watching, waiting for the moment when everything would fall apart.

Except it never did.

It was the small things that changed them.

The way you never flinched when Marc pulled away, instead waiting patiently for him to come back.

The way you matched Steven’s excitement over the smallest things, listening to his rambles about history and mythology with genuine interest.

The way you saw Jake, not as a shadow or a threat, but as someone just as worthy of love.

One night, it all came to a head.

Marc had returned from a mission, bruised and battered, barely speaking as he locked himself in the bathroom.

You left him there for a couple minutes, giving him the space he needed before you went and knocked on the door with a gentle voice. “Marc?”

A long pause, and then the door creaked open just enough for you to see his tired eyes.

“You don’t have to talk,” you assured him. “Just let me stay.”

He exhaled slowly before opening the door wider, allowing you in.

You didn’t press, didn’t demand answers.

 You just sat beside him, your presence enough to help him when everything else felt like it was slipping away.

Then there was Jake.

He had always been the hardest to reach.

The most guarded.

But one night, after a particularly brutal mission, you caught him staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You’re waiting for me to leave,” you said softly.

Jake tilted his head, intrigued. “Aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not.”

He studied you for a long moment before scoffing, and shaking his head. “You should.”

“But I won’t.”

And that was that.

No grand declarations, no promises you couldn’t keep. Just a simple truth that settled deep inside him, unwilling to be ignored.

The next time he appeared, he let you touch his face, fingers ghosting over the scar on his jaw.

He didn’t flinch away.

Over time, the walls they built began to crumble.

Marc started reaching for you first, resting his forehead against yours after long nights, his way of silently asking for comfort.

Steven no longer hesitated to pull you into his arms, murmuring how much he loved you against your skin.

And Jake?

Jake no longer fought love like it was the enemy.

He let it in. He let you in.

One evening, as you lay in their arms, Marc’s fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm, he spoke quietly. “You know you’re the only thing keeping us sane, right?”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “I really don't do much. You give me too much credit.”

He shifted, and now Steven hummed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Maybe love isn’t so bad after all.”

And in that moment, in the quiet warmth of your embrace, they all knew, they belonged to you, and they never wanted to let go.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

Wattpad

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[eyelessfaces]

grey haired oscar. reblog if you agree

[fitzarts]

Marc

[loud-mouth-loser]

not him - 4

summary: the confrontation

pairing: marc spector x reader?, steven grant x reader?

tags: angst, miscommunication, confused feelings, tension, realizations, again -- an incredible use of italics and em dashes, no marc :(

wc: 1.3k

note: ok, so only 4 months later! that's pretty good, right? this one is a shorter chapter bc it's just one scene. lmk what you think!

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3

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Your POV

That shadow of timidness that often keeps him at a distance from his bolder emotions is gone as he stares at you openly, waiting for an answer.

Even when his body shows how unfamiliar this type of confrontation is to him, his expression doesn’t match it. He’s so sure about this. 

How can he be so sure? Your thoughts feel paralyzing as they flow through your brain, icy cold and molten as they clash. How can he think he even has the right? 

And then the dread of the question itself hits. 

Did you think of him? When you looked into those brown eyes, the only eyes that have really seen you for who you truly are? –  That look that you’re familiar with, yet never seen directed at you before?

Did you think of him when you heard that deep-accented voice beckoning you closer, begging for your permission? 

Did you think of him when a warm hand gently cradled your jaw as you met his plush lips, tasting so addictive, yet soberingly distinct?

“...It was Marc.” You whisper, pulling away from his space. 

“I know, but…if I were there. If it were me...”

“But you weren’t.” You frown – more to yourself than to him – and avoid his eyes, “And it wasn’t.”

Steven shifts closer, once again reaching out a hand to place it on your shoulder, not wanting to let go of you. “Love, just–”

You evade his touch for the first time in your friendship. 

“Steven. What—what is this?”

“I just – if I had known…”

“Then you wouldn’t be with her?” It even sounds wrong when you say it out loud. And iit sounds sad when you realize that there’s still a thread of hope attached to it. “It’s not about knowing, Steven. If you really felt the same, then we wouldn’t be here!” 

“Y-you know me though,” He defends himself, “I’m clueless!”

“Yeah. You are.” 

You feel defeated, like your life is crumbling in on itself. You know nothing will be the same after this. But maybe it’s for the best. You can’t spend your whole life chasing after someone who’ll never see what’s right in front of him. It’s exhausting.

But you’ll miss it – his voice, his warmth, his stupid jokes, his dorky laugh, his bright…eyes. You’ll miss the ease of his presence, how the weight of your worries is lifted away whenever you see his smile…

But there’s something that’s been lingering in the back of your mind. An uncomfortable ache that scrapes at the center of your chest. Something that you’ve been missing. Something that you didn’t even know you could miss until you had it. 

Now, it’s his voice that echoes in your mind. His reluctant, yet enrapturing warmth that you crave. Even his pessimism and cold humor. And especially that rare smile that peeks out when you say something silly. It’s all him. Since when did you get so comfortable around him? 

As memories flood through your mind, you realize that there was a reason why you would stay after dark, after Steven would go to sleep and leave you to see yourself out. Sure, you shared some romantic troubles, but you didn’t have to stick around. You have other friends you could have leaned on. Yet you would stay, despite the lack of positive energy in the room. There was this inexplicable feeling that brought you back to that overstuffed couch again and again. 

Looking back, it’s all different now. Those silences that you used to loathe, the ones that allowed a moment of hesitation between the two of you, all make sense now. You were scared of crossing that line. Because you were Steven’s best friend. You were a part of his story, just like how Layla was a part of Marc’s. You were supposed to find solace in each other and nothing more. Allowed to exist in a fraction of each other’s lives before moving on. 

Did you think of Steven when you kissed Marc? 

Yes. How could you not have? He was all you knew before you were given a choice. 

But was he all that you thought of? Absolutely not —

“Were you ever going to tell me?” His voice pulls you from your rambling thoughts.

You blink at the question, “About the kiss?”

“About your feelings for me.”

“Oh,” Your eyes drop from his to look down at your lap. You’ve mulled over it in the past. Constantly waiting for the right moment when you’d build enough courage to let it spill out. But then he found someone else before you could say it. You felt like a coward. You still do. “No, probably not.” You glance up at his conflicted expression. 

“And if none of this ever happened, you would’ve just…stayed friends with me?” 

“You’re my best friend…”

A blanket of silence unfurls between you, woven by the weight of your words. It makes you feel restless. This whole night has felt like a looming disaster – feelings akin to a confrontation, a confession, a rejection, or even a break-up. But even then, those situations are understandable. This is all new. It’s unpredictable. 

Steven breaks the silence first. “I’m sorry.” The brightness of his eyes has dulled, already mourning what he knows will be lost in the end. “I’m sorry I made you wait for me, after all this time. I should’ve known. I-I feel stupid.” 

You shake your head, “No, Steven, look, I was never really going to tell you. It was just... hopeless longing. That’s all it ever was. There’s nothing to be sorry for. You can’t lose something that was never going to happen.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m giving up something that could’ve meant something?” he says, brows drawing together as he looks at you, like he’s trying to piece together a puzzle that keeps slipping through his hands.

“Why worry about something that can never be, when you have something right in front of you? Something real.” 

“Real?”

“Steven, you have Layla. You’ve had Layla.” His eyes widen at your words. Everything he’s said and thought comes crashing down on him. “It’s wrong to even consider something between us when you’ve already found your person.”

“Y-you’re right…I don’t know why…It’s just.” His eyes are shiny as he guiltily tugs at the frayed sleeves of his sweater. “I don’t want to lose you.”

You realize in this moment that you're both feeling the exact same way. Maybe neither of you actually wanted to be in a relationship in the first place; Maybe you just desperately want to stay in each other's lives.

It makes you question all the longing and admiration that you've felt in the past: Was it necessarily romantic? The sparks you'd feel from his touch or the beauty of his eyes -- was it all Steven, or was it simply that you were touch-starved and needy for affection, even when it was purely friendly in nature?

You don’t know, and maybe you never will. But you know one thing for sure -- you don’t want to lose him.

“You won’t,” You reassure him, “I don’t want to lose this either. I don’t want to stop being friends with you.”

Steven’s voice is tentative, “You don’t?”

You take one of his hands in yours and squeeze it comfortingly, “Like I said before, it was a lingering crush. It was never going to last forever. We were friends first, so...let’s be friends until the end, okay?” 

Steven lets out a long, quiet breath. You feel it more than you hear it.

“Alright. Friends to the end,” he repeats, voice soft. He holds out his pinky, awkwardly but earnestly.

You almost laugh -- almost.

Instead, you hook yours around his.

It’s the smallest promise. But it’s something.

[ilovelosermen69]

Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction

[passine]

box’a chocolates, s. grant

rating/tags: mature, second pov, kissing & grinding ( ´ཀ` ), friends to lovers, steven’s DID is canon in this btw, missing time, dry humping, crying, missing time, comfort and then confusion

pairing: steven grant/any reader w a clit cuz that comes into play, tagged as steven grant/fem! reader on ao3

word count: 1.7k

a/n: heyo! back to posting on here :-] lemme know if you enjoy or don’t or whatever your thoughts may be. i wanna get back into writing heavy. this is only part one. here’s the ao3 link —> here!

Steven's shoes shuffled nervously over the welcome mat. Despite calling ahead of time and the outrageously cheug-ily humoured ‘Live, Laugh, Love' mat inviting him in, he felt inexplicably nervous.

It wasn't the first time he'd been to your apartment, nor would it be the last. But nevertheless, his heart continued hammering against his ribs like a hummingbird's wings fighting up against the weight of gravity. He held the box of chocolate, evidence of his being stood up to his chest. Maybe it was a stupid idea, going on a date with a woman such as Dylan. She’d had to be interesting for him to ask on a date—she was a tour guide after all—and he'd had to have been idiotic enough to forget the proposition completely.

Dwelling on it certainly wouldn't do him any better now, especially since it was apparently Wednesday and not Saturday anymore.

He stood before your front door, contemplating on whether he should knock at all—the option of going home alone to spiral into self-deprecating thoughts didn’t seem too appetizing to him either, though. And then you caught a flash of him pacing through your peephole. You swung the door open by the handle. He looked sad, out of place. He looked like the sky'd opened up and rained solely on him. And you knew very well it had, or at least felt like it.

You ushered him in, offering tea—he didn't drink coffee regularly, and he’d never try it this late at night—taking his coat and laying it carefully over the back of a chair. He plopped down on the couch, his dark collared shirt looking more and more crumpled by the minute.

"Hey, hey— What's going on? " You found the words tumbling easily from your lips.

Steven pouted, his lips scrunching . He sat the heart-shaped box down on your coffee table, fingers already tracing the rim of the sealed packaging. "Well- the other day, everything’s pretty normal at first, you know? S’almost good; the sun’s out for once, Donna’s not on my back yet. And so I’m approached by this brilliant tour guide, Dylan , and she said she'd been so excited for our date.”

Steven breathes out shakily, his eyes tracking your fast-moving figure as you zip around to pour him a cup of tea despite his lacklustre refusal; it was a frequent habit of his to refuse out of fear of being impolite. “And I was confused, so I go, 'Remind me what time that is again ’ and she says ‘7, at that steakhouse you mentioned.'” 

Steven looks befuddled. His collar’s pressing on the nape of his neck, and he doesn’t like it. He’s too shy to ask to disrobe in your apartment, which wouldn’t even really be the right adjective to use in this situation, and here he goes again winding himself up. He shakes his head, getting back to the story. “Which is so strange because I've never gone there, nor do I… eat meat? So, this morning I wake up, I do all my running ‘round the shops, and then I go later that evening to the restaurant. I'm sitting there at the steakhouse, staring at pictures of these bloody steaks and IPAs. I go to call her phone when she tells me to bugger off and that I ‘ should've never led her on?’ " 

The tears start to well in his eyes, and one escapes down his carved cheek. The pressure on his nape is too much; it makes everything worse. He doesn’t ask for permission before unbuttoning the top three buttons on his shirt. He doesn’t have the voice to, and he’s embarrassed enough recounting this idiotic story. The stream of tears flows steadily, collecting at his jaw. He speaks again, his voice wobbly. Like the stress of all this is making his vocal cords slippery, like he can't find any stability in the moment. "And now it's bloody Wednesday, not Saturday . and I feel as if I've gone completely fucking mad,” his voice cracks.

His eyes get sadder, even though you're not sure how that's entirely possible. He looked like a kicked puppy, sitting here in your kitchen. Your head tilts in a mix of sympathy and pity as you look upon him. You approach, eyebrows furrowed. You set his tea down before brushing your fingertips over his sullen, wet face. The ‘oh, Steven’ you coo is apparently enough to break him, as he slumps over in your embrace. Strong arms wrap around your middle. You can feel when the tears get heavy and hear when the sobs start up. The sound is muffled by your shirt, but it still pains your heart. His head makes a soft landing on your chest, his curls tickling the underside of your jaw. "And the worst part is, after I called her, I ate the steak! One steak eaten and my sanity’s been lost. What a bloody deal that is.” 

You rub his back nurturingly. You rub out all the sobs, your chin resting on the top of his head. His hands grip onto the loose material of your clothing, and you can’t help but notice his cologne; it was something subtle, something sweet baiting you along a trail of sandalwood and citrus. The smell is hooked onto a spot under his ear, a trick he'd have to look up to know. You find a momentary reprieve from the heaviness of the situation taking place at the idea of Steven reading through an edition of Cosmopolitan.

You’re rubbing his back and saying soothing words when his head raises back up. His gaze meets yours, and to distract yourself from his lips or the potent look in his eyes, you focus on the small dent in his cheek. You could never tell whether it was the result of an accident or if it was just a sole birthmark of some sort. The dent glares back at you, and you wonder if it’s from childhood, made on the handlebar of a bike when he hit a bump in the road.

You focus back to look into his eyes, and you must be delusional. The scent of him and the state of his dress shirt must be the motive, his sad puppy dog eyes bringing out some kind of baser instinct you can’t quite pinpoint. Attraction, sympathy… arousal, too. You swear you’re seeing things—it has to be—because you’re sure he’s staring right at your lips. He’s no longer crying, his deep-set gaze on your lips. You’re certain now; that’s what it has to be.

The thought is confirmed when he leans in, his large hands on your lower back. He’s warm, his touch cradling your waist, and you can feel the blush gather and tingle in your cheeks. You’d never thought about kissing Steven before (or just would never admit it), but God, it’s nice.

His prominent nose fits perfectly, allotted side-by-side with yours, his lips falling into synchronicity with yours. You let the moment take you, and you find yourself straddling his lap—the sweetest of sounds escaping his mouth. Steven shudders, capturing your lips with his again in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands slide from your waist to cup your face, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss further. He swallows your soft gasp, taking the opportunity to pull you in closer.

Another shuddering gasp leaves him as you adjust your seating in his lap, your clothed centre pressed against his. He groans into your neck, and you can feel the slightest scrape of his teeth over your throat. Reciprocating, you press a few scattered kisses along the sensitive skin of his neck before biting him gently. Just enough to test the waters. Voilà. He lets out a long groan, and it’s obvious you’ve awakened something in him by the way he lets the whimpers roll so freely now from his lips. His hips cant upwards to meet yours, the hardened bulge in the front of his slacks against your heated core. 

Warm hands skate down from your face to hover over your backside. His voice grows deeper. Deep like that time a few months ago he wasn’t paying attention and stubbed his toe on the corner of your couch. He had such an appetizing moan of pain that it made you feel guilty for the way you had to press your thighs together so tightly just for an ounce of relief afterward. “Fuck, lovey, can I?” With your nod of approval, his hands seize the globes of your ass. His grip is gentle but commanding, helping to establish the rhythm of your front against his.

It feels like everything’s falling into place now. You forget about your day, the lust-filled haze making you forget whether it was even good or bad.

The hard denim of your jeans shifts in such a way that it pinches your clit just briefly with a delicious sting. You can’t do anything to help the wanton cry that leaves you and the reflex that drives you to grind down on him. The feeling draws a sigh from you and a soft, whimper-y, “Stevennn…” To which he happily replies with another kiss, swallowing all your cries with fervour.

He starts kissing a path down your neck again, starting at your jaw and landing right above where your collar starts. His nose sits at the base of your throat. His big, brown eyes are half-lidded as they look up at you, desperate. Neither of you can remember what you’d been talking about before. Hell, you can barely think with the pounding of blood in your ears. You’d think all your blood had already migrated to your bottom half, the way you’re just so sensitive.

All the touch is overwhelming. So overwhelming that your mind is blank for a full minute when the doorbell rings. And then it hits you: you had anticipatorily ordered food earlier, to be delivered upon Steven’s arrival. And you had the ‘Meet At Door’ automatically selected on all your apps.

“Shit, Stevie, I gotta-” You start, finding your way to your feet. You make it—wobbly and needing a slight boost—but you make it up anyway.

He lets go, putting his hands up in faux surrender. “Got it. Don’t wanna keep the delivery bloke waitin’,” He says, with more than a hint of disappointment in his voice.

[buckyssugarchick]

“The Moon Haunts You.”

Khonshu baby, the only thing that haunts me is this video. 😭😭😭

[oddballwriter]

I know I make a lot of horny posts about the moon boys and a vampire reader but I also like the domestic idea of it. Them just sitting on the couch with a needle in their arm connected to an iv tube that leads to you on the side of the couch drinking from it like a straw.

[chuutu]

♡ p!links with the moon boys ♡

18+ NSFW

you love to test jake's patience to see how far you can get before he takes matters into his own hands, giving you the punishment you so desperately need

giving marc a well-deserved handjob

on the off chance when steven gets the chance to finger you, he makes sure to take his time to indulge in the way your cunt takes in his fingers

always acting like a brat with jake gets you some rough pussy slaps when he's getting you off

steven looks forward to the nights where you jack him off and help him forget about everything

marc lives to breed you, making sure to pump you full and fuck his cum deeper into your cunt, hoping to soon see your stomach all plump and round

when jake roughly pounds into your cunt, he gives you the prettiest belly bulge

it's always fun to record yourself sucking off steven to watch him get flustered when you beg him to watch it back with you

marc loves to handcuff you and fuck you stupid

recently the tasks with khonshu have had jake extremely stressed, so you take it upon yourself to let him fuck your throat raw in hopes of giving him some sort of relief

steven's favorite reward is when you tie down his arms and desperately ride his face

a/n : I hope to write something in the future for the moon boys if enough people are interested in this post, hope you all enjoy 🍮

feel free to reblog and leave a comment <3

[lokischickadee]

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[midniqhtt]

comfort fic reads II 4k celebration

₊˚⊹⋆ main masterlist ꨄ︎ part two list ₊˚⊹⋆

a/n: list got too long and had me maxed out. so i shifted some fandoms to part two instead.

hi loves! i never do anything for celebrating but i thought i could make a big list of all my favorite fics i’ve read over the past few months/years and continue rereading. i can never get enough of showing my appreciation for writers and all their hard work, and i want them to know i think of these fics/series at least once a day ♡︎ i say ‘comfort’ but theres more angst lol

key- A: angst II F: fluff II S: smut II SB: slow burn II C: comfort

.𖥔 MARVEL .𖥔

𝑩𝑶𝑩 𝑹𝑬𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑺

ꨄ︎ loving you is easy two II @blank-potato II A + F

You and Bob are indifferent to each other, never seeming to mesh. But when you lose your memory, something new blooms between the two of you.

ꨄ︎ fooled around and fell in love II @flowersforbucky II S + A + F

you've never been one for commitment, and your teammates know it. when you and bob start seeing each other, it takes them by surprise and makes them worry about how he'll react to the heartbreak that they expect to follow. what they don't understand - you've never felt like this about anyone.

ꨄ︎ soft currents next to you II @nghtwngs II S + A + F

there is falling in love. there is also falling into another universe. there is also falling in love again.

ꨄ︎ home is where the heart is II @ilovemilestellersmoustache II A + F

Wanting to feel more included Bob decides to help on a mission but in efforts to protect you he injures himself leaving him with amnesia. Your boyfriend not remembering isn’t the biggest problem because he’s always going to find you again, even in a hundred lifetimes.

ꨄ︎ soulmate II @geminiwritten II A + C

you're engaged to bucky when you find out that not only are fated mates real, but you have one... and it's not your fiancé

ꨄ︎ we can’t be friends part two II @tfatwsbarnes II A

bob always wondered why you didn’t favour him over the rest of your team. until he learned that you had unsettled the bones of the tva.

ꨄ︎ cowboy like me II @goldenlikedayl1ght II A + F

you get a text from an old friend and think.. you could do worse than a book club.. with some benefits.

ꨄ︎ xerox two three II @ichori II A + SB + C

you had one last job before you were free. no more splitting, no more deaths. unfortunately, that job seemed to rope in four other assassins and a... a man in hospital-wear?

𝑩𝑼𝑪𝑲𝒀 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑺

ꨄ︎ bad boys don’t buy flowers II @espinosaurusrexex II S + A + F

Bucky would have never thought, he’d be chasing after a girl. Not when all of them usually fell at his feet. But when he finds himself entangled in a deal born out of a desperate argument with his assistant, he realizes there is nothing he wouldn't do for you: The independent florist who is adamantly dragging him to the homeless shelter every chance she gets. There is just one problem: Bucky doesn't know how to tell you. And the teasing from his friends is certainly not making things easier for him...

ꨄ︎ come back to you II @buckyalpine II F

What happens when a time travel mission ends up with a version of Bucky from the 40′s standing on the time travel platform.

ꨄ︎ curiosity killed the cat II @queers-gambit II A + C

after rescuing you from kidnappers, you overhear your boyfriend-turned-savior complain about how clingy you've become.

ꨄ︎ you’re my desire part two II @marvelouslizzie and @notafunkiller II S + F

Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers' date, but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes' arms.

ꨄ︎ graveyard part two II @wkemeup II A + C

As the unofficial healer for the Avengers, you pride yourself on the ability to mend heroes with the touch of your hand. Only, your gift comes at a heavy price — one you keep secret from your friends —and when Bucky asks you to do the impossible, they’ll discover why your gift is called a sacrifice, too. 

ꨄ︎ dreamscape II @/wkemeup II A + C

When Bucky falls under the spell of a Djinn, the line between fantasy and reality blurs. In order to survive, he must fight his way back to the real world - even if it costs him everything he's ever wanted.

ꨄ︎ blurred lines part two II @ellemj II S + A + F

When choosing a female agent to send back in time to gain young Sergeant Barnes's trust, everyone's in agreement that it should be Sharon. Until Bucky, the man that you barely get along with, speaks up and lets everyone know that it could only be you.

ꨄ︎ love language II @/flowersforbucky II S + F

snapshots of your relationship with bucky told through the five love languages.

ꨄ︎ flashing lights part two II @pellucid-constellations II A + C

Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance?

ꨄ︎ stay still part two II @buckysknifecollection II A + C

What if your soulmate was the one person you had hurt the most?

ꨄ︎ saturn II @shurisneakers II A

you die. bucky tries to bring you back (or) close to a year after you die, bucky's desperation finally finds an answer. but it may not be the one he's hoping for.

ꨄ︎ bleeding heart II mournthebird II A + C

You're his assigned nurse.

ꨄ︎ 40s!bucky II @helaintoloki II A + F

after accidentally sending yourself back in time, you run into a younger version of the man you loathe only to find yourself questioning your feelings for him

𝑱𝑶𝑯𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑹

ꨄ︎ under my skin II @/flowersforbucky II F

what first begins as a series of bad luck shows you a different side of the man who normally drives you crazy.

ꨄ︎ moral of the story II @starktonyx II A

You never expected to be blindly sent to kill your ex-husband, but when you cross paths again in looping shame rooms, it’s like going through the pain all over again.

𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑲

ꨄ︎ without you part 2 II @foli-vora II A

You return after the 'blip'. Five years is a long time, and a lot of things can happen in that time.

𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵 𝑲𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

ꨄ︎ for science II @projectionistwrites II S + A + C

In which the Moon Knight alter system presents a unique opportunity to settle the nature versus nurture debate, once and for all...

ꨄ︎ red flags II @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss II S + A + F

Sweet as he is, dating Steven means you have to be willing to ignore a few red flags along the way. 

ꨄ︎ the jake problem pt2 II @bensolosbluesaber II S + A + C

Jake hates you. Like really hates you, which wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t dating Steven and Marc. But maybe, just maybe, Jake doesn’t hate you.

𝑷𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑬𝑹

ꨄ︎ sunset lovers II @duskholland II F

you’ve never met your soulmate, but you know his handwriting like the back of your hand—literally. every word your soulmate writes on his skin appears on yours, and vice versa. you’re desperate to meet him, but until the universe decides to introduce you, you’re stuck with scribbled smiley faces and chemistry formulae.

ꨄ︎ one more to see you II @waitimcomingtoo II A

in an effort to see Peter again, you Dream Walk and learn it’s consequences

𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑻𝑹𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑿𝑰𝑴𝑶𝑭𝑭

ꨄ︎ silent treatment II @floral-and-fine II A + C

where the words their soulmate speaks first are tattooed on their arm.

𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑽𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑺

ꨄ︎ watchful eyes II @/espinosaurusrexex II S + A + F

When your best friend gets you a new job, cleaning the apartment of the most successful man in New York City, you don't hesitate to accept. The pay is more than good, and the man himself is better than any eye candy you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to you, you've caught his attention just as much. Steve can't keep his mind off you, so much so, that he drives everyone around him insane with his grumpiness when you aren't around. It seems like he has to take matters into his own hands when he realizes, you're too shy to take things further yourself.

ꨄ︎ out of time pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8 II @after-avenging-hours II S + A + F

When Steve is poisoned on a mission, his only hope is a pure Super Soldier Serum. You travel to 1943 to find it—but without the infinity stones, your actions could change the future. Can you save him before time runs out?

.𖥔 TOP GUN .𖥔

𝑩𝑶𝑩 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝒀𝑫

ꨄ︎ the plan II @/geminiwritten II A + F

the squad are all pretty sure that bob has a thing for you, but you're not convinced, so you hatch a plan to tease him within an inch of his life until he snaps

ꨄ︎ the kind of girl i could love II @roosterforme II F

Bob has a secret admirer, but he's convinced it's actually Jake and Nat messing with him. 

𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑳𝑬𝒀 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑾

ꨄ︎ love to lie pt2 pt3 pt4 II @/ddejavvu II A + F

Your worst fear is recognized when Bradley’s jet goes down with him in it. You’re not sure why you’re still his emergency contact, you’d broken up two weeks ago, but when you rush into the hospital room, you discover that you have a chance to fix the mistake you’d been cursing yourself for. The only problem is, you have to lie to Bradley, and you discover that you love doing it if it means you get to be with him again.

ꨄ︎ things unseen and heard II @bloatedandalone04 II S + A + F

the one where you overhear bradley talk about you to jake and decide to give him the space he apparently wanted.

ꨄ︎ playing games II @/geminiwritten II A + F

you've been best friends with rooster for years and you're both obviously in love with each other, but he refuses to cross that line... until you accept some help from hangman and he takes the game just a little too far

ꨄ︎ wrong number II @roosterforme II F

Bradley was planning on a quiet night at home with a beer and a basketball game on TV. When he receives a text from a wrong number, he's left looking at a beautiful photo of you. Now he just needs to persuade you to ditch the guy you meant to text and focus on him instead.

ꨄ︎ between friends II @sometimesanalice II S + F

Bradley and you don’t talk about that Spring Break. But a single question asked during a night out at the Hard Deck might just change things between the two of you forever.

ꨄ︎ trouble in paradise II @/sunlightmurdock II S + A

After the most painful break-up of his life, Rooster is stationed in Hawaii for the next six months. Alone, away from home and hurting, he finds comfort in the arms of a stranger.

ꨄ︎ i’ll show you good, restore your faith II @/se7entyrell II A + F

Your relationship with Bradley is new. Really new. Like, 'haven't let him smell your morning breath yet' new. But when he gets a call telling him that his mom is dying, you find yourself driving him to San Diego in the middle of the night, preparing to meet his entire extended family during the worst period of their lives.

ꨄ︎ terms of endearment II @ohtobeleah II A + C (heavy themes)

They always say when you aren’t looking for love it tends to find you. So when you and your daughter turn up in Fighter Town, Bradley Bradshaw is instantly infatuated. With reluctance to trust and harbouring a bad past, you don’t make it easy for the fighter pilot to love you.

𝑱𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑵

ꨄ︎ domestic fantasy II @/geminiwritten II F

your ex is coming back to collect some things he left behind and you accidentally tell him that you have a new boyfriend, so hangman accepts the role of your new (fake) boyfriend

ꨄ︎ dirty laundry part two II @/geminiwritten II S + A + F

after a couple months of living together, you're still completely oblivious to how you affect jake and he's starting to spiral because now he's... feeling things

ꨄ︎ medical emergency II @marvelwitchergilmore II F

When Jake gets a call asking to pick you up from the hospital, it's safe to say he's confused. Especially considering neither of you were known for getting along with the other.

ꨄ︎ sign of the times pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 II @se7entyrell II S + A

You're destined to die in Jake Seresin's arms. In every life, in every iteration, it's inescapable. Whether you loathe, or love each other, each ending stays the same. But what if it doesn't have to?

ꨄ︎ spring fling pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 II @ddejavvu II F (in progress)

You should have known the ‘no refunds’ detail on the website for Spring Fling was a red flag. But you paid no mind to it, eager to be assigned a quick fuck for spring break. When the man that walks through your cabin door is none other than Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, your wildly infuriating fellow pilot, you have two choices: bicker the entire time and have a miserable spring break, or fuck.

.𖥔 MISCELLANEOUS .𖥔

𝑹𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑻 𝑨𝑩𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑻

ꨄ︎ odds are stacked II @sunlightmurdock II S

In which Rhett loses a bet and you lose your virginity.

𝑻𝒀𝑳𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑺

ꨄ︎ all yours II @/geminiwritten II A + F

after being best friends and chasing storms with tyler for years, one night changes everything... now you're staring at a pregnancy test with two pink lines—and just as you're working up the nerve to tell him, tyler announces to the world that he never wants to settle down or have kids

ꨄ︎ orange juice II @ahsokaismyqueen II S + F

When it's time to interview a group of storm chasers for your new book, you get sent back to your hometown. You never would have guessed one of the people you'd be interviewing would be your ex boyfriend. And you might still be a little in love with him.

ꨄ︎ no hesitation II @briefinquiries II S + F

Tyler would be the type of guy that if a girl came up to him and said ‘this guy is creepy, pls pretend to be my bf’ he would be like ‘hell yay’ and scare the guy away

𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑪𝑲

ꨄ︎ all the stars are closer II @kashimos-hajime II A + F

mark watney wasn’t the only one left behind on mars, and as you struggle to survive on the desert planet, hidden feelings come to light between you and your best friend, dr. chris beck.

𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑻

ꨄ︎ all american boy II @scribes-of-valar II A + C

Your friend has been distant for months, all of a sudden he's a brand new man. He's practically a puppy dog following after you and you're not sure how to feel. What's a girl to do when she suddenly finds herself looking at not one, but two Clark Kent's?

ꨄ︎ no.1 party anthem II @sunsburns II F

what was supposed to be a night for work takes an unexpected turn when you run into clark kent—alone at a restaurant, waiting for a date who seems to have no intention of showing up. poor guy.

𝑴𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳 𝑹𝑶𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯

ꨄ︎ an itch you can’t scratch pt2 II @theonewiththefanfics II S + A + F

After taking a bad fall, Y/N gets rushed to the ED of Pittsburg Trauma Medical Hospital only to come face to face with a man she had a one-night stand with, and who ghosted her that same morning without a word - Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch. As if her bad day couldn't get any worse than it was...

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hell yeah