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I currently have 7 emoji hc requests and a Jonathan Levy fic request in my inbox, so it might take a while before I get to yours!! I’m so sorry in advance! I’ve been a bit busy with graduation preparations and compiling my documents for med school, but I WILL answer everyone’s requests (given that I can write it!).
Feel free to keep sending requests though <3 it’ll keep my mind busy this break! Here are the emoji headcanon prompts! (Also! If you send more than 1 emoji, lmk if you want them together, separate, or if you want me to pick one!)
I’ve already written the 💥 + 😳 hc, and you can find it here <3
Silence part 2 is still in the works, but I’ll be posting another sneakie soon! Keep your eyes peeled for that if you wanna 👀
You can also find the silence playlist here!
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I’m still in the process of writing silence part 2, but while waiting, feel free to send me an emoji and a character!
I can write for the moon boys, Poe Dameron, Duke Leto, and Jonathan Levy! Basil too, maybe 🫶🏼
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Silence
Pairing(s): Steven Grant x Reader, implied Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly
Word count: 5.1K. Buckle up, folks.
Warning(s): Insecurities and heavy angst. I cried while thinking of the concept, and I’m hoping this does my idea justice. Set after the finale, so there are spoilers!
A/N: Hello! This is my first time writing a fic and posting it, so please be gentle! This piece is purely based on research and the events of the series. I am not a system, nor do I know anyone who is a system. If any part of this piece offends anyone, please let me know. No offense is intended.
This is also not completely beta-read, so the mistakes are on me.
Summary: You should’ve stopped asking questions.
Taglist: @s-v-e-l-t-e, @caroldanvours
Everyone had warned you about the rose-tinted glasses. Your friends, your family, hell, and even your old college professors used to tell stories about how love could be either the best or worst thing that you could ever experience. It was a risk to put your heart entirely into the hands of a stranger, giving them the liberty to do whatever they wanted to it. Love it, cradle it, protect it, sure—but also poke it, stab it, and break it to the point of no return.
But with Steven Grant? It was a risk you were definitely willing to take.
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💥 and 😳 with the moon bois, please??
💥 + 😳 A fighting headcanon + a confessing headcanon
Not sure if you wanted it together or separately, but here are some hcs of some sort of fight that ends in a confession! This is my first time writing HCs, so pardon any mistakes <3 this is kinda long, I think!
Steven: It’s been agreed upon that Saturdays are to be spent with one another in the absence of your phones. The little blocks of technology serve as distractions, preventing face-to-face interactions from occurring other than the occasional “Oh god, look at this!” before sharing something found online. By the time this Saturday comes around, you and Steven decide on having a movie night–but can’t seem to get on the same page in terms of which movie you’ll be watching. While you prefer to watch a Disney film because, for some reason, your heart yearns for it today, Steven insists on watching another documentary on Ancient Egypt. The conversation between you two escalates into a debate, with Steven winning, to say the least. Winning in a sense that you’re this close to agreeing and just watching the documentary, but you aren’t one to back down so easily. That’s the exact reason why your hands start moving towards his sides, right where he’s most ticklish. The back of his ears are pretty ticklish too, but those areas aren’t exactly accessible to you at the moment, so his sides will do.
Laughter resonates in the flat, a mix of both his and yours, while Steven’s hands desperately try to fight and tickle you right back. However, it barely works, having been too distracted by your fingers poking, prodding, and wiggling at his sides. By the time he starts panting and begging for you to quit it, you’ve already managed to wiggle your way on top of him.
“Do you yield?” You grin, sliding off his frame as you push your hair back in an attempt to fix it.
“God. You’re lucky I love you. If you were anyone else, literally anyone, I think I would’ve tried harder to get to you. Would’ve been mad at you too.”
That catches you by surprise. Sure, you’ve been friends with Steven for quite a while now, but the L word was never thrown around like that. You had both agreed that saying “I” before “love you” makes things a lot more personal than saying the two words alone.
“You what?”
Marc: It was a rare occasion that you could get Marc Spector out of the house, and it was an even rarer occasion that he would agree to come with you to a local carnival. So, the second he suggests that you two go there for your next date, you jump on board the idea immediately. The day is mainly filled with going on rides, taking photos in the photobooths scattered around the lot, and you even managed to make Marc break his diet for a couple carnival sweets. So, to say that the day is going pretty well is an understatement–that is, of course, until you both agree to play the carnival games available to you. The thing is, there’s always been a competitive side to both of you, so when Marc suggests going through the different games and fighting to see who would win more prizes by the end of the night, you have to agree.
It’s almost unbelievable how many games he wins, especially given that he even wins the ones he used to be terrible at. The bean bag toss, the ring toss, the cup game, knocking down the cans, hell, he even manages to win Steven another goldfish for the tank in addition to the two that they already had.
“What the hell, Marc? How and why did you suddenly get so good at carnival games? Been training or something?” You asked, shoving the little stuffed toys you both won into a bag you purchased from one of the stalls. Was it overpriced? Of course it was, but there was no way you were carrying home this many stuffed toys in your two arms while Marc carries the beloved goldfish in one hand and the remaining toys in the other.
“Well, I may have gotten a bit of help? Steven’s got a pretty good understanding of the science behind the games and calculating the physics or whatever it is that we need to win, sooo…”
You obviously gape at the confession, straightening up your back as your eyes lock on his, causing him to smile rather cheekily at you.
“But hey! Before you tell me off for cheating or whatever, look at all the toys we got! And the newest addition to our goldfish family at home! We saved a life, you know. Could name them after you.”
"Marc!"
Jake: It’s a confession that comes in the middle of an argument. You’ve always known that Jake was one to splurge when it comes to buying things for himself. He spoils himself silly, and doing so, spoils Marc and Steven as well. Sure, they had differences when it came to their preferences, but they did share a couple likes and interests. You never had a problem with it–they do deserve it after all. However, when his spending habit started extending to you, as much as you appreciated his gestures, there was something telling you that you just didn’t deserve it. You tried telling him that he didn’t need to get you all these things, but he insisted, stating that his best friend deserves everything in the world. You inferred that one of his love languages was through gifts, so you let the smaller ones slide.
The fight ensues on the day that he presents you with a nicely wrapped box, which holds a rather expensive bracelet.
It was the one he caught you staring at the other day when you were out window shopping. Honestly speaking, you didn’t think that any of them would remember it, given that it didn’t seem like Jake was paying attention, having been distracted by the other things on display.
It was a beautiful piece of jewelry, but you saw the price and it definitely was not worth buying, especially not as a gift for you.
“Jake, this is too much, yeah? I’m thankful for it, I really am, but didn’t I tell you to stop buying things for me?” You asked, running your index finger over the rim of the bracelet before bringing your attention to him.
“Too much? Why would that be too much?” Jake asked, his brows furrowed. “Do you not like it, mariposa? I just thought it was the one you wanted back at the store. I could take it back and replace it. No es gran cosa.”
“Jake.” You repeat his name a little more firmly than you did earlier, closing the box and transferring it into his hands. You choose to ignore his second question, “If you said this isn’t a big deal, I swear. It is a big deal! You can’t just… you can’t go off and spend that much money for me, Jake!”
The rise in the volume of your voice takes him by surprise, causing him to tilt his head. “You’re mad because I bought you a bracelet? Querida…”
You barely give him enough time to finish the sentence before you continue, “No. I’m not going to take any reasons from you, Jake Lockley. There isn’t any reason in the world for you to spend this much money on me, and for what? You should already know that I love you for you, not because of how much money you have or whatever. I don’t need gifts from you, Jake. I don’t need anything else, okay?”
“Wait, you love me?” He asked, his eyes glinting with a spark of hope–not that you would notice, really. You failed to notice the smile forming on his lips too.
“What?” Your eyes nearly bugged out, having only realized what you said when he repeated it.
“What do you mean ‘what’? You said you love me!”
"When did I-"
"Te amo también, mariposa."
"What?!"
"What?" He grinned.
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Hiiii! I really love your story (silence). Can you please tag me for the next part? Please please please thank you so much ❤
#silence
🥺🥺 thank you so much, lovely! of course you could be tagged! adding you to the list right now 🫶🏼
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omg just finished reading silence and shed some tears throughout it 🥲 absolutely loved it!! could i be tagged in part 2 pls
AHHHH thank you so so much!! 🥺 i'm very happy to know that you loved it! and of course!! adding you to the taglist right now 🫶🏼
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I’m still in the process of writing silence part 2, but while waiting, feel free to send me an emoji and a character!
I can write for the moon boys, Poe Dameron, and Duke Leto! 🫶🏼
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Can I be tagged for Silence pt.2 if u haven’t already posted it😭🫶
It hasn’t been posted yet, but I have posted a snippet on @mknightgrant !! but yes, of course you can! I’ve added you to the taglist 🫶🏼 thank you so much for the support 🥹
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coming soon 🫶🏼
As promised, here’s a sneakie for part 2 of silence!
I’m still working on it though!! Cried a couple of times while drafting it hakshajajdd but anyway, It’s on 4K words right now, and I’m not half done??? Are you guys willing to read a very long fic or should I cut it up 😭
I also made a playlist for this series, which you can find here! Both parts are heavily influenced by these songs, so give it a listen if you want to wallow in sadness and pain.
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these spot the difference games are getting harder nowadays 🤨
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It’s my finals week and i’m currently working on silence part 2?? I couldn’t help myself HDNSHAKSNDJF
anyway, I just want to say that I started crying AGAIN 😵💫 confirmed angst, everyone.
its also on 2.2K words at the moment and I’m barely half way through too 😭 I genuinely feel like it’ll be longer than part 1!! I think I’ll be able to post a sneakie before the week ends too 💔
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nsfw!!
my brain literally wont shut up rn so I just wanna say that yes, I think Steven gives off a sub vibe, but I also genuinely think that he would also be the type to hook his arms around your thighs and keep eating you out even if you beg him to stop?? He doesn’t mean to be greedy but he cant help himself, especially since he has to share you with Marc AND Jake. It’s just that he’s addicted to your taste and the little sounds you make when he goes down on you and his brain completely shuts off and he’s solely focused on these little details.
He knows he’s overstimulating you, but he can’t exactly bring himself to care because you look, sound, and taste so good. Basically he’s just drunk on the feeling of you and he’s drunk on you 😵💫 and the pet names he uses on you? They’re far from filthy but god damn do they make you feel things 😵💫 bonus points for the sounds he makes when you tug on his hair and beg him to stop (even if you don’t actually want him to)
“I can’t get enough of you, darling. I think you can take another. Please, baby? I know you can.”
“One more, please? Just one more, sweetheart.”
“God, just… five minutes. Give me five minutes and I’ll stop, I swear—you just taste so good…”
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Silence
Pairing(s): Steven Grant x Reader, implied Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly
Word count: 5.1K. Buckle up, folks.
Warning(s): Insecurities and heavy angst. I cried while thinking of the concept, and I’m hoping this does my idea justice. Set after the finale, so there are spoilers!
A/N: Hello! This is my first time writing a fic and posting it, so please be gentle! This piece is purely based on research and the events of the series. I am not a system, nor do I know anyone who is a system. If any part of this piece offends anyone, please let me know. No offense is intended.
This is also not completely beta-read, so the mistakes are on me.
Summary: You should’ve stopped asking questions.
Taglist: @s-v-e-l-t-e, @caroldanvours
Everyone had warned you about the rose-tinted glasses. Your friends, your family, hell, and even your old college professors used to tell stories about how love could be either the best or worst thing that you could ever experience. It was a risk to put your heart entirely into the hands of a stranger, giving them the liberty to do whatever they wanted to it. Love it, cradle it, protect it, sure—but also poke it, stab it, and break it to the point of no return.
But with Steven Grant? It was a risk you were definitely willing to take.
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Hey lovely, back again with an idea for Silence part 2. Since everyone seems so torn between endings why don’t we do both, not like separate endings but just like put a line through the fic to stop reading for those who just want angst. My original idea was Stephen and Marc going to try to woo Layla only to get rejected leading them to reflect on everything they lost and how Stephen specifically threw away an amazing woman for a virtual stranger. That’s the end for those who want angst, put a line and continue from there with Stephen and Marc coming back and groveling for another chance and then happily ever after. Bonus points if after Layla rejects them Jake shows up just to tell them what idiots they were and that although he never met her, she’s the only woman he thinks could ever love all three of them properly. Sorry for the storm I caused but I’m glad you’re getting the recognition for what an amazing writer you are. Have a good day and happy writing!
Ngl, this had me writing 🧍🏽♀️ thank you so so much for the idea!! It jagged the part of my brain that LOVES angst 💀
I’m debating on writing a separate ending for people who want a happy one, but im still very VERY unsure about that. There’s no need to apologize either! Your inputs are highly appreciated, and tbh, i’m 100% giving you credit because your ideas are getting me going!! 💕 thank you so much for the compliment as well, it means so much 🥹🫶🏼
Anyway, I don’t want to give away too much information or build it up too much because I’m quite scared that part 2 of Silence might disappoint other people, so I’m putting quite a bit of thought into it. I’m also researching more about DID and systems because I do not want to offend anyone or give a wrong portrayal.
If there are systems who I can talk to, please let me know! I would love to listen to your inputs regarding DID depictions and representations. I also have a couple of questions I would love to hear your thoughts on, since i don’t want to misinform people as well. Thank you so much 💗
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Nah, hold on, I literally had like 12 followers 2 days ago, and now I have over 100?? thank you so much for the support; it means so so much to me 🥹🫶🏼
anyway, I never thought “Silence” would reach this many people AHHH, and because of the overwhelming number of requests for it, part 2 is officially in the drafts as I post this <33
It’s still a WIP, so I’m not sure about the direction it’ll go in, nor do I know when it’ll be completed! So if you have any ideas that you want to suggest for part 2, my asks and inbox are open!
Here’s part 1 if you haven’t seen it already!
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i just finished reading silence and i'm absolutely HEARTBROKEN 😭 i saw you mentioned earlier you weren't sure about whether you should make part 2 sad or happy, and honestly, the realistic part of me says sad but the "bandaid over the wound" part of me is praying for happy. maybe two short alternate endings if you're playing with a couple ideas rn?
BUT WAIT YES N E WAYS i loved the way you wrote out their relationship. i've been in this exact scenario before and i love how it's so realistic and all the characters are mature, heartbroken, kind of giving into their selfishness but also reminding themselves that they love this person and want what's best for them. steven not knowing what to do when dealt with conflicting feelings, steven being in love with two people at the same time, marc probably wanting to snitch and that's why steven kept him away 🤧
ngl the first thing i thought of was the 80-20 theory of why people cheat. the person you love fulfills 80% of what you've always wanted in a partner, but you go out yearning for the missing piece. eventually you find someone who fills up that 20%, and since you have two, that 100% is fulfilled. eventually, the 80 finds out about the 20 and leaves, and now you're left with 20 instead of 80, and feeling emptier than before.
First of all, thank you SO SO much!! I’m so glad you guys like it so much! I honestly didn’t think it would end up this well-received, so it really does mean a lot 🥹
And YES! Part 2 is officially in the works, but I’m still debating on what kind of fic it’ll be, since my draft is currently just a bunch of concepts and ideas. There still isn’t a clear distinction regarding whether it’ll be angsty or happy, but I am considering writing two alternate endings! We’ll see 😂
Omg I really hope you were able to cope well! And I did try to make it as realistic as possible, despite not having any experience whatsoever about being in a relationship 💀 it was a thought that lingered in my head for too long and I couldn’t wait for someone to write it out so I had to tend to my own thoughts before I went insane. I’m glad I was able to portray it as well as you say I did 🥺🫶🏼
and oh my god?? Okay. That just made things a whole lot sadder, and that kinda gave me an idea but 🥺 AHHHH I’m really conflicted!! Part of me wants more angst, but Steven deserves to be happy too 😭
let me know if you have any ideas that you want me to incorporate though!!
Read silence here!
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Silence
Pairing(s): Steven Grant x Reader, implied Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly
Word count: 5.1K. Buckle up, folks.
Warning(s): Insecurities and heavy angst. I cried while thinking of the concept, and I’m hoping this does my idea justice. Set after the finale, so there are spoilers!
A/N: Hello! This is my first time writing a fic and posting it, so please be gentle! This piece is purely based on research and the events of the series. I am not a system, nor do I know anyone who is a system. If any part of this piece offends anyone, please let me know. No offense is intended.
This is also not completely beta-read, so the mistakes are on me.
Summary: You should’ve stopped asking questions.
Taglist: @s-v-e-l-t-e, @caroldanvours
Everyone had warned you about the rose-tinted glasses. Your friends, your family, hell, and even your old college professors used to tell stories about how love could be either the best or worst thing that you could ever experience. It was a risk to put your heart entirely into the hands of a stranger, giving them the liberty to do whatever they wanted to it. Love it, cradle it, protect it, sure—but also poke it, stab it, and break it to the point of no return.
But with Steven Grant? It was a risk you were definitely willing to take.
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