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down bad | d. ricciardo

hypothesis - daniel is not ready nor is he willing to leave this thing behind.

pairing - daniel ricciardo x fem!baker!reader

[fic is inspired by “down bad” by taylor swift]

“fuck it if i can’t have us, i might just not get up, i might stay down bad”

“y/n,” your name slipped past his lips in a devastated sigh, eyes big as he stared at you. brown orbs drowning in a pool of tears.

a big, red suitcase sat on your bed, clothes haphazardly thrown around and you, sitting there on the foot end of the bed, messy hair surrounding your face and one of your favourite tops scrunched up in your hands.

daniel’s feet is glued to the hardwood floor by the door, his mind swimming, “wh—what are you doing?”

he looks around the room, your belongings, their familiar spots now empty. a sob escapes your mouth and you crumble from the edge of the bed down to the floor, ankles crossing and knees bucking up.

“i can’t do this anymore, daniel.”

his feet moves him to crouch in front of you, “baby, what are you talking about?”

you look up at him, “this,” you gesture around you with your hand, “the spotlight, the constant hate, the amount of time you leave.”

“let’s talk about it, yeah?” daniel asked, his voice hoarse. he’s swallowing at the lump in his throat, as he moves to sit down.

chuckling, you throw the top to the side, “what’s there to talk about? i’m a baker, i bake cakes, in a small town. and you,” you sniff and wipe your nose with the back side of your hand, “you travel the world, you race, everyone knows about you.”

he nods, “baby, i still don’t see the problem here.”

“i’m out of your league, i’m so far out of your league. i don’t fit into this lifestyle, i can’t flaunt money anywhere i go.”

daniel takes hold of your hands, “where’s all of this coming from, honey?”

you look up at him, and reach your arm back on the bed where you have thrown your phone after spending hours reading what his fans had written about you.

his fans, the people that would run to the end of this world to support him, that go to his every race to shout his name as he passes the finish line, the people he confided in the most when he started dating you.

“i can talk to them, disable our comments on our posts, hell, baby, i’ll even delete all social media,” daniel says, his eyes not leaving the phone. his eyes reading every comment twice and his heart swelling and breaking.

switching off the phone, you stand up and grap the top you had thrown to the side, “don’t bother, it’ll either way just get worse.”

daniel shoots to his feet, grabbing the things you had haphazardly throw into the suitcase and putting it on the bed.

he’s not going to loose you. he won’t.

“y/n, please don’t do this, it’s almost winter break, we can go somewhere private, just us. we can work this out, we will get past this,” daniel is practically begging, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he keeps on swallowing on the lump.

your shoulders sag, “daniel, stop,” you place the jeans in your suitcase and walk up to him to take his hands in yours, “find someone else, someone who fits into this life, who will walk it with you every step of the way. there are so many women out there who’ll be better and much more supportive than i am, and someone who can handle a bunch of teenage girls’ comments.”

daniel shakes his head wildly and grips your hands tighter, “no, no, fuck all else if i cannot do this with you. i don’t need someone else, God, i only want you. i am my best when i am with you, y/n, forget those fucking comments. remember what i said in the beginning of this relationship?” daniel’s hands moved up to cup your face, wiping at the wetness under your eyes, nodding his head,

“it’s us, baby, it’s us against all else,” his voice breaks as he said it. he bites his lips, the tears he was forcing away finally slips down his cheeks.

“i will fight, y/n, i will fight for us. i will fight for you. i will fight anyone who is against us, because, baby, i will not survive this night if you walk out those doors,” he moves to tuck those little hairs around your face behind your ears.

you nod your head as best as you can with daniel’s large calloused palms holding it. falling into him, resting your head on his chest and securely wrapping your arms around him, you believe him.

because, against all odds, you weren’t ready to leave, to leave everything you’ve accomplished together.

you weren’t ready to loose daniel. to loose his jokes, his comfort that comes with his presence, his laugh that made everyone in the room giggle, his hands that easily engulfed yours, his shoulder when you needed someone to lean on. you weren’t ready to loose that.

his chest heaved with a sigh of relief as he rested his chin on the crown of your head and wrapping his arms around your shoulders tightly.

“it’s us against it all, yeah?”

with your face smushed into his chest, a mumbled agreement sealed with a kiss to your forehead is all both you and daniel needed to know that none of you were going anywhere anytime soon.

fin.

#x reader #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x reader #f1 2024 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris #lewis hamilton x reader #angst

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tell me you love me | l. norris

hypothesis - on days like these, where everything just seems to go wrong, the uttered words from your boyfriend is the only cure.

pairing - lando norris x fem!driver!reader

[fic is inspired by “tell me you love me” by demi lovato]

“i need someone on days like this, i do”

“are you fucking kidding me right now?” you groan as your car’s engine died, right at the turn of the finish line. right at the turn of qualifying for the miami grand prix.

“come on, come on,” practically begging the car, trying to see if you could just get it back to life, to salvage the last bit of your pride that’s hanging on by a damn thin thread.

slamming your hands on the wheel, “son of a bitch!”

“lost power,” you sigh into your ear piece, defeated. laying your head on your hands that rested in the steering wheel.

this is really just what you needed.

another layer of cake on your already shitty day.

first the argument you had with lando this morning, really, about something so imbecile silly that you can actually laugh about it right now. running late, missing your shoe, bumping your hip on the counter - sure to leave a nasty bruise and lando not wanting to get out of the bed.

silly, right?

and now this.

“what happened?” zac questioned, concerned. the car was perfectly fine yesterday, practically soaring all over the track. you were sure that you’d start first pole by how the car roared.

“you fucking tell me,” you didn’t mean to be so harsh. zac’ question just scratched that itchy irritable spot that has been bothering you, all day.

zac sighed, not commenting on your response, sensing how it’ll make the situation worse.

knowing that if he said anything about your starting pole, which you already definitely knew, you’d blow your head.

smart man.

“sending tow, stay there.”

like you’d be going any fucking where.

~~

a coffee. that’s what you needed. a strong one at that.

with your suit arms tied around your hips you walk the way of the holy grail, not really observing your surroundings and stumbling straight into the blistering coffee cup of one of mclaren’s mechanics.

the liquid seeping through your shirt, burning your skin. his cup falling to the ground and shattering in hundreds of little pieces.

“y/n,” the mechanic was quick to react, grabbing napkins that rested on the edge of the table, dabbing at the material, pressing into your now third degree burn.

why didn’t you pay attention? why where you so wrapped up in your head?

why?

“just leave it,” hissing, you swatted the napkin from his hand, you take the route back to your room. the ceramic pieces crunching under your shoes.

with a hand pressed to your head, you can already feel the lump forming in your throat, eyes burning as tears well up behind your eyes. you bite your lip, you won’t succumb to today, you won’t show your white flag just yet.

you won’t acknowledge the pitying looks from everyone on your team.

you won’t acknowledge the murmurs on the paddock of mclaren’s worst starting pole.

you won’t acknowledge the desire you feel to be wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms.

you just won’t.

another, beautiful layer of cake stacked.

~~

“really?” you whine as you pat your pockets, looking for the keycard that’s used to unlock the door, but it comes out empty.

damn zac for changing the locks. damn the security protocol.

you left, or more like forgot, it at home. on the counter, where you usually leave it. your shoulders sag and with your back turned to the door you glide down it. arms wrapped around your knees and head rested on it.

here it comes, the wall to the well finally comes crashing down and the first tear rolls down your cheek landing on the coffee stain.

you finally hoist your white flag, today won.

a pretty red cherry on top of your stacked cake. a delicious topping.

“there you are,” a muppet voice says, breaking you from the train of thoughts that’s currently speeding down the tracks in your mind.

you look up, and lando is peeping around the corner of the wall.

on every other day you would’ve laughed at the sight.

your lip trembles and a new wave of tears wells up behind your eyes. lando makes quick work to scramble towards you, crouching down in front of you.

“hey, hey, no, none of that,” he’s gentle. he brought his hands up to your face, wiping the stray tears that ran down your face. you lean into his touch, and finally, something that feels right for today.

“turn that frown upside down,” he says in a sing song voice, a smile creeping onto his lips. the gaps in his teeth more than welcoming.

you bite on your bottom lip, the corners of your mouth slightly lifting.

but lando takes that as a success nonetheless.

“there she is, my beautiful girl.”

a sob like snort leaves your mouth and lando can’t keep that muppet laugh of his in any longer.

hair that fell around your face, he pushed it behind your ears, “rumour has it that someone is having one hell of a day.”

you wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, “really? who is it? max?”

“ah, sarcasm, it’s welcoming,” lando jokes.

rolling your eyes you look at his, wispy lashes, a light shade of red tint on the apples of his cheeks, “just tell me you love me, norris.”

“i love you.”

he leans closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i love you,” a kiss to your brow.

“i love you,” a kiss to your cheek.

“i love you,” a kiss on your nose.

“i love you,” a final kiss to your lips.

“i love you.”

fin.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #formula one #formula 1 #f1 2024 #f1 x reader #f1 one shot #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 #carlos sainz #max verstappen #x reader #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #carlos sainz x reader #fluff

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love me harder | m. verstappen

hypothesis - max is on the brink of losing you. however, after a fatal accident…

pairing - max verstappen x fem!driver!reader

[fic is inspired by “love me harder” by ariana grande ft. the weeknd

“baby, in the moment, you’ll know this is, something bigger than us and beyond bliss”

“could you just look at me?” you yelled as max just kept walking a few steps ahead of you.

“can’t. race is about to start.”

stepping into a quicker pace you place yourself in front of max and the garage door, “when was the last time you told me you loved me?”

your eyes searched his face, desperately trying to find a glimpse of the max that you knew, the max you fell in love with, the max you married. the hand you placed on his chest, you could feel the steady rhythmic thump of his heart.

“you really want to do this now?”

“yes! i never see you anymore!”

max scoffed, eyes rolling as he looked back down at his phone, “sorry that i’m busy.”

your hand fell back to your side, “i’m busy too max, yet i still try.”

he nodded his head, eyes not lifting from the rectangular square. you sighed, your hands landing on your hips. is this what you’ve become now?

“is our marriage still worth fighting for, max?”

he looked up. eyes piercing through yours. you cannot believe the words just left your mouth, but it felt relieving to finally utter the words that has been haunting you for weeks.

“i’m not doing this with you right now, y/n,” max steps around you, “good luck with your race.”

~~

it was a millisecond.

you missed the turn by a millisecond and hamilton came crashing into you, sending your right wing and two tires flying. the car skidding across the track and landed upside down.

the force of the impact shoved your head against the steering wheel, hard, bouncing back against the seat.

damage had been done. to you and your car.

to lewis’ as well.

unbeknownst to max, who was in the lead, adrenaline coursing though his veins at the thought of his fourth podium for the season.

he was thriving, the car succumbing to his every command. the engine roaring sending shivers throughout his whole body.

the grin on his face turned devilish. he’s so close.

“max,” christians voice in his ears broke his train of thought, but his eyes never once lost sight of the track in front of him.

“the car’s doing great, no need to worry. podium is secure,” max declared excitingly. he took the turn, groaning at the strain it took on his body.

“though, sainz is on my tail the whole fucking time.”

christian sighed, not at all what max had expected, but he couldn’t be bothered by his team principal’s pms at the moment.

“max, there was a crash.”

another turn, another groan.

sainz could be spotted in max’ peripheral vision. he pushed the car harder, engine roaring, sending max flying away from carlos.

“who crashed?” he asked as he fiddled with the buttons on the wheel, checking if everything is still steady. he has at least seven more laps to go.

“y/n.”

dead silent.

heavy thick as your name registered in his mind. the grin that has been on his face had been wiped down. his lips sticking to his teeth.

“max?” christian asked, waiting a few moments. there was no response from the dutch.

he felt as if his body went numb, limb for limb. his arms felt wonky - not like the grip he had on the wheel mere moments ago. his breathing became shallow, his lungs struggling to capture enough oxygen, his brain malfunctioning.

next thing he knew he was crashing into sandbags.

the impact knocking sense back into him. sand dust flying everywhere.

“max!” christian exclaimed, “are you injured?”

“how’s she? is she alive?” max frantically asked. you didn’t have a choice - you had to be alright. you couldn’t be hurt, max would loose his head if you where. who crashed into you? how hard was the impact?

max got out of the car, “christian, fucking answer me!”

the line was silent for a couple of moments, “she’s stable. unconscious, but stable. no further news yet. she has been rushed to the ER.”

cars blasted past him, deafening noise drumming his ears.

“i need to get to her.”

“max, the race -“

“fuck the race, that’s my fucking wife!”

~

the doors of the ER bursted open, a very sweaty, and breathless max stood there, his eyes frantically looking around for anyone who could assist him.

he still had his suit on, christian hot on his trail.

“y/n, i need to know where y/n verstappen is,” he asked, accent thick as he slapped his hands on the receptionist desk.

she looked up at him, “any relation?”

max scoffed, “my wife.”

her fingers made quick work on the keyboard, “your wife is in surgery.”

max’ shoulders slumped and christian took hold of it, shooting a quick thanks to the nurse and led him in another direction. he swiped his hands though his hair, pulling at it, feeling his frustration grow and bubble at the bottom of his throat.

he could scream.

max paced the hallway, up and down. maybe minutes - maybe hours. he didn’t know. all he did know was that he’s staying.

why didn’t he tell you he loved you. with every fibre of his being he loved you. he craved you, constantly. the thought of you was all that he needed to survive - but knowing that you were his wife, made him whole.

you were the person who stood by him whilst he was working through his troubles with his father. on the nights when fear surrounded him, the comforting hand of you, his wife, brought him peace. on the days when he was on his happiest, it was on the days he spent with you.

you made him. you showed him to be max verstappen.

his wife.

~~

news spread around the paddock, like a wild fire. sky sport tv airing out to fans and viewers to keep you in their prayers and thoughts.

some of your and max’ closest friends took off straight away to the hospital, supporting max even though he didn’t even acknowledge them.

they were still there.

an apology from lewis was sent out world wide, and he even made an appearance to max, but the dutch only glared at him, taking hold of his collar, making his friends jump and take hold of max.

“if she doesn’t make it out of here, you’ll regret ever setting foot on a paddock again. i’ll kill you.”

his voice was icy as he spat the words at lewis, baring his teeth. daniel stepped in between the two and pushed max back by his chest.

max’ eyes never left lewis’ retreating from.

~~

“verstappen, y/n.”

max was in front of the doctor in a second, his eyes pleading his for good news. the doctor smiled at him and gave him what he was searching for.

“she’s asleep, but she’s an extreme fighter. you’ve got no worries, mr verstappen.”

he swore he could cry.

the doctor told him the room you were in and max wasted no time rushing towards it.

he searched the numbers above the doors for room one-o-one. his number. a bit of pride bursting in his chest, fate really had put you two together.

max stepped into the room and his heart broke.

machines connected to your heart, the beeping sound being the only indication that you are in fact alive. various cuts and bruises formed along your face. a neck brace adorned. oxygen mask on your beautiful face.

max stifled a sob as he crashed into a seat near your bed, scooting closer and taking hold of your hand. his thumb drawing patterns on your knuckles.

even in your unconscious mind your body still knew that it was your max, the heart monitor speeding up slightly.

it caused him to chuckle, “mijn schatje, mijn alles, i am so sorry. this should’ve never happened to you.”

he squeezed your palm, pressing a tender kiss to the flesh, “fight, stay strong for me, yeah? so that i can love you right this time.”

~~

a gentle knock at the door roused max from his sleep. his hand was still tucked in yours.

max turned towards the door, lando stood there.

a soft smile on his face with a gym bag in his hand, “mate, i brought you some clothes - the suit can not be comfortable.”

he chuckled and motioned for his muppet friend to come in. lando placed the bag by the door and walked closer to stand next to max. he placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

“how’s the missus?”

max looked at you, a lump the size of a bull frog lodged itself in his throat, “she’s good, doc said she’s a real fighter.”

“she is a verstappen, ey?” lando nudged max’ shoulder who just chuckled in response. he felt guilty, ashamed, contrast to who he was. he shouldn’t have had to treat his wife like shit. you just wanted to know he loves you.

“look, mate, don’t beat yourself up about what happend, see this as a new beginning.”

max nodded, “she just wanted me to say that i love her. shit, i should’ve just said it to her. the crash-“

“is not your fault, you couldn’t have possibly predicted an accident to happen.”

he shook his head and looked at the bag by the door, “i’m going to change, would you mind maybe staying here. i don’t want to leave her alone.”

“yeah, of course mate.”

~~

two weeks later

“don’t strain yourself so much, schat,” max’ voice was gentle as he looked at your from his seat on the couch. within mere moments he stood in front of you, large palms pressed to your hips to help you walk the last few remaining steps.

this last couple of weeks changed. your marriage changed. max changed.

he was waiting on you hand and foot, even though you have told him multiple times that certain things you can do on your own, he still insisted.

the one noticeable change for yourself and everyone surrounding you was the fact that max openly, whenever he got the chance told you he loved you.

whether it be when you’re making dinner, doing dishes, walking beside him on the paddock - he’d say he loves you with a kiss pressed to your temple. it was and still is absolute bliss.

your recovery went by fast, splendid as your doctor had put it. with time and patience, he said, you’d be back on the track in no time.

when your socked feet took the last step, max couldn’t help the face splitting grin that adorned his face.

“look at you go, speedy,” he smiled as he took hold of your head and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. speedy. the nickname max had dubbed you the moment you overtook him when you first met.

speedy. the nickname max had dubbed you the moment you stole his heart.

speedy. the nickname max had used in his vows the moment you took his last name.

max made sure that you didn’t strain yourself too much in the recovery process, he treated you like you were his fine china, bubble wrapping your heart and by God, swearing that he’d never let his actions and words ever hurt you again.

he poured so much love into you. you practically glowed in comparison to when the argument had occurred.

his love.

his wife.

max made sure you knew how much he adored you, loved you, craved you.

“ik hou van je, mijn schat.”

and you knew he did.

fin.

#charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #world championships 2024 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 x reader #f1 2024 #x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo

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𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 '𝖓 𝖌𝖔 | 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖈/𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader/steven grant x fem!reader

summary: leave it to steven to patch things up

requested: hello!! hope you're having a great day. idk if requests are open. but if it is, can i request a marc spector x reader? he and reader got into a big fight, marc giving the body back to steven. while they grew apart, marc can see how she struggled through steven's eyes. and steven being the softie, he comforts her and asks her when she's ready so that he can let marc take control. just angst and fluff please. i'd really love it. thank you!!!

warning: i dunno man, not much ?

a/n: sorry for dissapearing for a while. school was being a pain but yeah, i'm ready for some steven

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steven made his way through the apartment. the air was filled with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. he felt and was visibly uncomfortable. it wasn't always like this. with you around his apartment always smelled like fresh baked apple pie and there where a candle on the table that was lit, the vase of sunflowers where always bright.

but today, their leaves were hanging and the colour was draining from the petals. the apartment didn't smell amazing and the candle was laying shattered on the ground. the coffee table had been moved a few inches and it was suspiciously quiet.

it could've been his ears misleading him but he heard a faint yelp. steven made his way to the room you both had shared. the door was almost never closed so he began to get worried.

what had happened?

"y/n?" he called out and knock a few times on the door, he slowly pushed it opened to see you kneeling on the floor with your index finger in your mouth.

"honey what happened?" steven stepped closer but you quickly stopped him.

"don't come closer, here's shattered glass everywhere," your voice sounded hoarse and your tear stained cheeks broke his heart. steven could sense that you had let your guard down knowing it was him instead of someone else.

instead of marc.

"angel, i have shoes on. it's you i'm worried about," he pointed out, and looked towards your bare feet. you nodded and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. steven walked over towards you picking you up and placing you on the bed. kneeling down he picked up the bigger shards of glass before returning with a broom.

"what happened?"

"it's nothing really. it's my fault too, to be honest," you sniffled. there wasn't another logical explanation.

but you can't help but worry about him. about how he's grinding steven's body. how neither of them is getting any rest. you can't remember the last time steven even ate a plate of real food.

steven quickly maneuvered his way to you taking your hands in his.

"none of that. marc has to work on his temperament around you."

you nodded and opened your mouth to say something but nothing had come out. but what if you just layed it lower then this wouldn't have had happened. maybe if you didn't want to know about their wellbeing all the time he wouldn't have said you were being clingy.

you know marc didn't mean what he had said, it was only said out of anger. you had also said hurtful things.

"could you maybe tell marc that i'm sorry. for what i had said," you asked softly toying with your fingers. steven chuckled, you were absolutely adorable.

"yeah, i'll tell the bugger."

you smiled at him and layed your head on steven's chest. you can always count on steven to make things better. tend the wounds. fix your broken heart.

"g'night steven," you yawned and layed back.

"g'night my love."

#marc spector #marc spector x y/n #moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #moon knight tv #moon knight episode five

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𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 | 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: since donna had put you both in inventory, why not make put of it a date?

warning: probably my lack of inspo, sorreyy

a/n: requested! also this is really really really short! Hi there! Could you do a Steven Grant fic where he surprises you to a nice little date at the museum he works at and gives you a private tour of every exhibit? Thank you! @aspie-allie

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"oh and this is just my favorite exhibit of all the exhibits!" steven exclaimed as he squeezed your hand in his. he led you through the many paintings and small statues of the many gods and goddesses of egypt.

his eyes sparkled and he carried a toothy grin. he explained about what power each god and goddess held over egypt though the years and the love story between some of them. you didn't care about any of it really, you just care about the person who couldn't stop rambling about them.

the way his voice changed a few octaves with each explanation, or the way his eyes searched for something new you might find interesting, or the way his hair fell into his face and his attempt to move it out of the way, and maybe it was for the fact that he didn't let go of your hand. you didn't mind. not at all.

steven wasn't shy, he just wasnt fond of making the first move. so when the two of you started your own private little tour of the museum you took hold of his hand, and steven didn't let go. not even once.

"i'm rambling again, ain't i? i'm sorry y/n, i don't wanna spoil the night with my rambling," he told you, and he looked down scratching the back of his neck.

you were quick to take hold of his other hand, you squeezed it and he looked up at you.

"i would never get tired of your rambling, if it meant i get to stare at you, then please, by all means, ramble away."

steven chuckled and blushed. he nodded and looked around, "c'mon just 'round there is all the fun stuff."

steven pulled you along with him and you giggled, jogging after him still hand in hand. maybe it's cliche but what you were feeling for steven was like in every fairytale book your mother ever read to you.

maybe you just believed in crazy love.

#marc spector #marc spector x y/n #moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #moon knight tv #moon knight episode four

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𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader

summary: you rarely fought, but when you did it got pretty bad.

warning: angst that turns into fluff

a/n: requests are open!

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you rarely fought, but when you did, it got pretty bad. hurtful things were being said left and right and that meant marc left the apartment fuming and you with a broken heart.

tonight was one of the nights where a fight was inevitable. marc stumbled into the apartment and an unholy hour of the night, he was beaten up and bruised and he didn't even bother to tell you how or where it had happened. he simply brushed off your questions and made his way into the bathroom.

"marc, would you just answer me!"

he grumbled and took off his shirt exposing a big scar that went from his ribs near to his navel. taking out the first aid kid that was under the sink; he grabbed some cotton and rubbing alcohol. hissing at the pain you looked away.

"what happened?" you tried again but still no answer. "marc, please i'm worried about you."

"then stop!" he hissed at you and slammed the bathroom door in your face. you gulped down the lump that was forming in your throat and walked away from the door.

you went into the kitchen and boiled some hot water, taking a mug out of the cupboard and a teabag of one of marc's favorite tea. after the water boiled you poured it into the mug and left it on the table. you also took his food out of the oven and placed it next to the tea with a fork and a knife.

when you were done you made your way into the bedroom, taking off the clothes from the day before and putting on one of marc's shirts and sweats, you also grabbed a pillow and a blanket from the linen closet making your way to the guest bedroom.

you heard marc move around in the kitchen, then you heard his plate being put in the sink, then you heard his footsteps going past the guest bedroom into the bedroom, then quickly turning around and coming to the guest bedroom.

he knocked softly, you probably wouldn't have heard it if you weren't focusing on every move he made. when you didn't answer he opened the door and leaned against the door frame.

"i know you're awake," he said but you only turned your back towards him. you didn't want to fight with him. you just cared about him. you just worried about him. all you wanted was an explanation.

marc moved towards the bed and sat down at the foot of the bed. "can you please come back to bed?"

no response.

"i'm sorry i lashed out on you."

again, no response.

"i know you worry about me, and i know i don't always appreciate it, but i do, i really do," he told you, rubbing a hand up and down your leg. he hoped that would pull something out of you but it didn't.

your eyes brimmed with tears, "honey, please. i'm sorry."

you only nodded. he climbed in behind you, pulling you flat against his chest. he kissed your shoulder to where your shoulder and neck connected and then behind your ear.

"i'm sorry," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.

you turned around, "i care about you, i worry about you and i love you so much that if i lost you without knowing where or how it happened i wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"i know honey, i'm sorry. i'll try to be better at communicating with you."

you nodded, your thumb running over his cheek bone and light stuble. marc kissed your palm and then pulled you in to kiss your lips.

"i love you too," he said between kisses.

you smiled, "we can go back to bed now, it's kinda uncomfortable on a twin size bed."

marc chuckled and stood up taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom.

#marc spector #marc spector x y/n #moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #marc spector fluff #moon knight tv #marc spector angst

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𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 | 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: how could you possibly go to sleep when steven looks so so good wearing those glasses of his, nose deep in a book

warning: steven

a/n: just because i feel lonely i decided to write this. this is very very short but i hope y'all enjoy!

not my gif!

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convincing steven to come to bed wasn't going to happen. he was nose deep in his book for the past hour and a half only looking up briefly at you every fifteen minutes and shooting you a toothy grin. the affect this man had on you.

you weren't complaining about the sight though.

you could stare at steven in his glasses all night. the way his eyebrows furrowed when he read something, or the way his lips curved upward every five minutes. his curls falling in his face, his stubble was beginning to grow and that tired look did things to you.

steven looked good. too good.

"everything alright, honey?" he suddenly asked and you nodded, biting the tip of your finger.

"peachy," you smiled at him.

you sat up, "whatcha reading there?"

he chuckled, "try not to laugh at me," he arched an eyebrow at you and moved his glasses out of the way.

shaking your head you smiled at him.

"i'm reading about nefertari and ramses the great."

he's doing it again, talking about something only he knows and expecting you to magically know about it. he looked at you with those puppy dog eyes, and you just arched a brow motioning for him to continue.

"ramses had about two hundred wives but nefertari was his first true love. like he wrote poetry for her occasionally, he bought her everything and built stuff for her. he always spoke well of her," he looked at you and you smiled.

"he sounds like a real gentleman."

"yeah, but the two hundred wives is a bit much isn't it?"

you nodded. he looked down at his book again, "listen to this line he wrote on her chamber of her burial site, 'my love is unique - no one can rival her, for she is the most beautiful woman alive. just by passing, she has stolen my heart.' not to sound cheesy, my love, but you also stole my heart." he smiled.

you blushed and smiled, "well if i stole your heart why don't you come join me in bed."

steven stood up and placed his glasses on the desk along with his book. he climbed into bed pulling you into his chest. you placed your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat and breathing in his scent.

he brushed his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead multiple times.

"i love you," he breathed.

"i love you, too."

.°•*♡

#marc spector #marc spector x y/n #moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #moon knight episode three #moon knight tv #steven grant fluff

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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: working at a museum had its perks one of them being developing a stupid crush on your co-worker

warning: cuteness overload

a/n: requests are open!

not my gif!

.°•*♡

the day started as usual; not hearing your alarm, not finding a good enough outfit to wear, your hair having a moody day, the other shoe being missing, burning yourself with hot water, spilling your coffee on your blouse, closing the door on your finger and your car not starting.

what could possibly go wrong further?

probably donna putting you on inventory for being late. it bothered you for a second until you realized that steven would probably be there with you. he scurried in ten minutes after you, splattering apologies left and right.

it was cute.

he looked good today. not like he didn't every other day, but today, there was something about his hair falling just right in his face, his smile just warming up the place, his curious eyes awakening bubbles in your stomach and let's not get started on his outfit.

the button up shirt was hugging all the right places and his pants was a bit tight on his arse area leaving much to the imaginative mind, the denim jacket he was wearing over the shirt made you giddy. like you said, steven grant looked good.

gosh, stupid crush.

"y/n?" donna snapped her fingers in your face and you looked at her bewildered. how long had you been staring at steven? must have been a while, because he was now standing behind the counter scanning barcodes on multiple sweets and toys.

"you with us?"

"yeah, yeah sorry. i had a terrible morning," you lied through your teeth. well not technically lying seeing as you clearly had a terrible morning.

donna smirked, "that terrible morning have anything to do with stevie boy?"

gosh no, never.

you shook your head, "no."

looking at the clock you gasped, the next school bus should be here in ten minutes and your flashcards where no where to be found.

shit!

you forgot them on your desk. you had put a reminder on your phone last night that first thing when you wake up is to take the flashcards but you didn't even have a chance to look at your phone. speaking of said phone, it's still on charge. at home.

"no flashcards?"

"no flashcards."

donna sighed, "i'll get someone else to lead the tour today, go help stevie with the sweets and toys there would ya?"

she walked away, "it's steven."

~

"what does jellies have anything to do with egyptian mythology, it's a waste of money, honestly."

"i completely agree with you," you said and steven jumped a little, not expecting anyone to be actually listening to him.

"h-hi, sorry. i mumble a lot," he sputtered his face turning beet red. you smiled shaking your head.

"don't worry about it, steven, i do it all the time," you giggled and steven nodded throwing another sweets bag into the basket. steven looked uncomfortable, but that was from your perspective.

from steven's perspective, his heart was racing. his hands were sweating and if you focused hard enough you'd see a small tremble in his hands. why? because he was hopelessly and madly in love with you it was actually embarrassing.

the countless hours he spent staring at you as you danced across the museum, how your eyes seemed to sparkle and how you held your professional pose when a ridiculous question was asked by a pre-schooler. the smile you'd throw him when you caught him staring made his heart stop and it felt as if he would pass out then and there.

it was awkwardly oblivious the effect you had on him for everyone except you.

"shouldn't you be touring a bunch of pre-schoolers?" he mumbled as he busied his hands. you toyed with a egyptian hippo shaking your head.

"forgot my flashcards," you said and steven nodded.

"how's boss lady handling the news?"

you chuckled, "i'm probably on inventory tonight."

"looks like i'm not alone tonight," steven chuckled and you smiled at him.

"thank goodness for that," you said and grabbed the scanner from him scanning the hippos, whilst steven just stared at you.

knock it out, weirdo.

damnit, stupid crush.

~

usually, it was either you or steven in here. never both of you, but it seems like tonight the universe had other plans. probably tired of you both walking on egg shells around each other trying not to spill a love confession.

conversation flowed easily between you and steven, which was a surprise to both of you. steven whooed you with facts about egypt and you whooed him with what's happening on the news nowadays. you were an odd pair but it was rare in a world like today.

you caught steven staring at you multiple times in the past hour, and if your face turned any red shade darker, you were sure you'd explode.

"is there something on my face?" you randomly asked as you turned to him and wiping across your face.

"wh-what?" steven asked putting down a box of artifacts and looking at you putting his hands in his jacket pockets.

"is there something on my face?"

"n-no, why do you ask?"

"cause you keep looking at me as if i have something on my face," you smiled and wringed your hands together looking down.

steven gulped, it's either now or never, right?

"i'm sorry, you just look s-so beautiful."

you gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. you've probably had to much candies. the sugar is probably playing tricks on your mind. yep, that's all it was, tricks was being played.

"wh-what?"

"y/n, i've had the longest and stupidest crush on you from the moment you had walked through that doors. you had held my heart in the palms of your hands the second you said hello to me, and i knew i wanted to marry you when you said goodbye,"steven said, looking anywhere but you.

"steven, look at me," you said softly walking towards him and putting your hands on his cheeks.

"i've had the stupidest crush on you as well," you smiled. steven put his hands on yours leaning into its touch.

he smiled like a toddler. a look of unbelieve and pure excitement in his eyes. if he could he'd stare at you all night. he probably could, and he probably would.

"steven, kiss me," and he did. his lips was soft but firm. his hands moved to your waist pulling you closer to him. your hands snaked around his shoulders weaving themselves in between his locks. you pulled away and rested your forehead against his and bit your lip.

thanks, stupid crush.

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x y/n #marc spector #moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x y/n #moon knight tv #moon knight episode three

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𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 • 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: marc has been getting on steven's nerves and it doesn't help that his boss, donna, is biting his head off over everything.

warning: few curse words, marc being a asshole

a/n: requests open!

not my gif

. °.•*♡

potroast was in the oven. the apartment was clean, and y/n's boyfriend of three years is on his way home, and judging by the texts — he wasn't in a sunshine mood.

she looked at the clock, only five more minutes until she sees the love of her life. she scurried towards her—his closet, and picked out her favorite dress shirt. it hung around her frame like a dress. she undid her hair that was in a ponytail, falling in a wavy mess on her shoulders, she also got rid of the leggins she was wearing.

she heard keys jiggling in the lock and quietly she made her way towards the living room.

"it smells lovely in here, my love," his voice rang through the apartment. she poked her head around the corner, and smiled at him. she really took him in since she couldn't this morning.

he was running late, again.

he was wearing a blue dress shirt, black pants and his usual sneaker shoes. his hair was messy and the bags underneath his eyes was even possible more darker, and the bag he always carries was slung around the coat hanger.

their eyes connected and he smiled at her, "c'mere, sweetheart," he said and opened his arms. she walked towards him and he took in her appearance with a smirk on his face.

"i love it when you wear my clothes."

"i love wearing your clothes," she smiled and gave him a kiss. she grabbed his hand and led him towards the kitchen, pouring him a cup of coffee and making him sit down.

"need any help, darlin'?" he asked.

"you're helping me just sitting there and looking pretty," she told him and as she walked passed him she kissed his cheek. she set the table and took the potroast out of the oven.

steven dished for them and they digged in. y/n took ahold of his hand and rubbed her thumb pad over his knuckles.

"how was work?"

he sighed and shook his head, "it's as if donna is doing it on purpose. she's always sitting on my head, oh and marc isn't any better. the bugger won't shut up!"

hey! i can hear you y'know.

"oh shut up!"

y/n couldn't help the giggle that slipped passed her lips. and steven only smiled and shook his head at her. gosh he loved her.

once they were done eating steven volunteered to do the dishes and y/n sat at the table just watching him. she couldn't help the smile that made its way to her lips. the way her eyes observed every inch if him. she adored him. every broken part of him.

"i know, i got a fantastic ass," steven said as he looked at her watching him. she scoffed.

"you wish grant."

he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, his hands firmly placing themselves on her hips. "is that jealousy i hear?"

she shook her head and bit her lip. but steven only smirked at her and nodded his head.

"i never thought you'd be the jealous type, my love."

she hit his chest, "oh shut up, you div."

he laughed at her antiques. he cupped her cheeks and kissed her. she kissed back and leaned more into steven. he grabbed her under her thighs and lifted her unto the counter so that he was standing between her legs. she pulled away, the need for air becoming necessary.

y/n weaved her fingers though his messy curls loving the way it bounced back.

it was steven's turn to stare at her now. he was madly in love with her the second she walked into the museum, but once they started talking she missed the tour completely. not that she minded though.

"i know, i've got an freakishly attractive face," she told him and he chuckled.

"marry me," he softly said. he looked at her with a smile, her own making its way unto her face.

"marry me, and let's spend the rest of our lives together. maybe we can run away, only us," he told her with a smile.

and me.

"and marc."

she laughed, and nodded her head.

"c'mon sweetheart, lemme hear you say it."

"yes i'll marry you, and run away with you."

. °.•*♡

#steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight #marc spector x y/n #marc spector #steven grant x y/n #steven grant #oscar isaac

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𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 | 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙

paring: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: after a sleepless night y/n finds herself in front of steven's door and with a confession in her heart.

warning: language(i think), fluff(yes it's a warning), sleepy steven, friends to lovers

request is open!

a/n: ayo first moon knight fic. hope yall enjoy

not my gif

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left, no. right, nope. back. nada. stomach, zip.

nothing seemed to work. she had tried a glass of warm milk. reading a book. watching a movie. solving a rubics cube. taking a walk around the block.

but nothing seemed to work. her brain wouldn't shut down. her brain wouldn't stop thinking about the one person she desperately needed to stop thinking about.

steven grant.

and his chocolate brown curly hair, she wondered what it would feel like to run her hands though it. his eyes that she seemed to get lost in. she thought about the curve of his lips and she couldn't help but wonder how it soft it would feel against her own. his hands exploring every curve of her body.

ugh get a grip!

she turned her neck to the right and 04:32 flashed bright red. she groaned and smashed a pillow in her face. she stood up pulling a pair of jeans on and an oversized sweatshirt on with converse.

she let her feet map her way, getting lost in her thoughts again. how could she let this happen? catching feelings for her best friend, and practically distancing her from him and steven feeling guilty because of it. the poor man thought it was his fault.

she went the depths and asked donna to move her to another station just so that she wouldn't get distracted. but had that worked? abso-freakin'-lutly not. if possible, she thought about him even more.

she looked up at the building. steven's building.

she knocked once, twice, thrice and the door swung open. it looked as if steven was ready to punch the person knocking at this unholy hour in the morning but when his eyes connected with y/n's his expression softened.

"y/n, what're you doin' here?" he said and opened the door further to invite her in.

she wringed her hands together walking in. "couldn't sleep, and I knew you were awake," she spoke softly. this was a bad idea.

steven nodded, "any particular reason keepin' you awake?" he moved passed her and towards the kitchen, he grabbed two muggs from the cupboard and turned on the kettle.

"just thinking about stuff," she told him and jumped onto the counter and wringed her hands together again out of nervous habit and Steven noticed.

"what kinda stuff?" he asked again and crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for the kettle to boil.

y/n gulped, "work stuff."

"we both know you're lying, you're a terrible liar," steven chuckled, "c'mon, what's botherin' you?"

now or never, y/n.

"you."

steven choked on air. his cheeks flushing bright red. could it be possible that his crush on his best friend of two years liked him back? that couldn't be right.

"steven, you're consuming my every thought. every waking moment i think about you. i can't sleep because you're there. and trust me when i say i've tried everything to go to sleep. steven, i'm in love with you," she breathed but didn't dare to look up at him.

"fucken' finally," steven said as he moved towards her cupping her cheeks and kissing her. she was shocked and her eyes was wide but after a few moments she melted into him and grapped him by his shirt and pulled him closer, in between her legs.

steven pulled away and took a breath. he caressed her red dusted cheek and chuckled, "took you long enough."

"well then I sincerely apologize," she smiled at him and bit her lip. he swiped his thumb over her lip.

"apology accepted."

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#moon knight #steven grant x reader #steven grant #moon knight x reader #oscar isaac #x reader #marc spector #marc spector x y/n #steven grant x y/n

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my mom: there's absolutely nothing wrong with my child

me: *getting emotionally attached and obsessed with fictional characters*

#fictional crushes #funny tumblr #memepage