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[mrschiltoncat]

He def does give off a Clark vibe, super cute she gives him that nickname. Really lovely story , and I really liked how you highlighted everyday heroes, regular people who make a difference. And how special Marcus’s non hero side is

Everyday Heroes

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

Warnings: A few curse words, an explosion, implied injury, depressed reader, minor character death, grief, and a bit of pining

Word Count: 3,364

Author’s Note: This got out of hand and apparently I only know how to write hopeless pining. Do we agree that Marcus gives off Clark Kent vibes or am I alone in this?

GIF Credit: Me!

Summary: The three times you discovered Marcus Moreno was a hero. 

When you’d left the house that morning, the heels you wore had seemed like a great idea. 

You were headed in for your first day at your new job and you wanted to make a good impression by wearing what you perceived to be your most professional outfit. You’d made it to the coffee shop down the street from your apartment with minimal difficulty, though you were certain to have blisters on your feet by the end of the day. Thankfully, your receptionist position meant that you would spend the majority of your day more or less chained to the front desk, answering phones, taking messages, scheduling appointments, and greeting visitors. 

You didn’t know much about Vil-Tech. You’d googled them before your first interview, of course- you weren’t a total idiot and you’d never dare show up unprepared, especially when you needed this job so badly- but your search had yielded only a few results. Most of what you’d found had been articles from the newspaper. The researchers at the lab had, apparently, recently had some success in clean energy technology. Protons, neutrons, particle accelerators, electromagnetic fields… You knew nothing about it, really, but it sounded impressive. And clean energy had to be good, right? When they’d hired you, it hadn’t seemed like a big deal that you knew next to nothing about the company itself. They were only looking for a receptionist, after all, not a scientist. If they’d wanted you to know exactly what was going on in the floors above you, you were sure that they would have let you know. 

With your coffee in hand, you made your way towards the Vil-Tech building. All in all, it seemed like the universe was on your side this morning. You’d woken up early enough to make yourself look decent. Your favorite barista had made your coffee just the way you liked it, and it even looked like you would be early for work. 

And then it all seemed to happen in slow motion. 

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[thickthighsandrolledeyes]

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[northwestfox]

we just kept going

{unknown artist} first mountain winter moisture hangs in the air fills me with awe white particles fall along with his lips upon mine i am his secret. but like most secrets, i cannot be kept i wait for the anger to subside for his girl to be gone i wait for the spring thaw i warm up to him the more the sun comes around our lives exist in pools of melted snow and wild turkey but the whiskey is always too watered down for me to forget the burn of the alcohol never quite matches the sting of being the other woman even when his romance fades. best friends we decide to be as we highlight each other's faces yellow war paint don't forget the hooch and spicy chicken sandwiches we can sweat it all off in the sauna after a drunken dip in the chlorine that turns my hair green right before graduation. all throughout summer we can slow dance in strangers' houses dainty dangerous circles like merciful cyclones that quit before they destroy anything what can go wrong the hurricane already came and went i am its survivor. our lives exist in pools of reckless youth and spontaneity we hide underwater hold our breaths security guard lights shining on rippled water our lungs expand and contract all the while please catch us, i think to myself, you can end this now. put an end to naps in his bed while will ferrell makes jokes about dinosaurs to that under-aged giggle when his parents let me drink smirnoff ice to those late night diner adventures for greasy french fries and ranch dressing that seem to go all hours of the morning. put an end to gingerbread houses and my failure to learn how to drive stick and our wasted attempt at getting home safe take the pedals i can shift gears we should have crashed but we didn't.