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Three Years Later

Steven Grant x reader

Words: 373

A/N: last part of mooniversary day! Hope you all loved spending the day with Steven Grant on my page and have a lovely week ✨

“What are you thinking about?” The question left Steven’s mouth as he noticed you were quiet. Too quiet. 

You two were cuddling on his bed with you flat on your back, and your hands twirling the curls of his head that lay on your chest. His arm was wrapped around your upper body and your legs were tangled with each other. 

You shook your head at his question and even though he couldn’t necessarily see your action, since his head was down, he could feel it in your movement. 

“Just thinking about the perfect day that we had.”

He hummed his eyes still closed, clearly entranced by the way your hands felt in his hair. 

“From the morning, to our date, then now. I’d say this was our best anniversary yet.”

He hummed again and you fell into a soothing silence. 

Your hands pulled further away a bit playing with just the individual curls in his hair before ultimately going back to the top of his head. Steven just hugged you tighter at the motion. 

“Do you think you’ll ever get tired of me?” He questioned. 

“No? Why are you even asking me that?”

“…I'm just curious. Just because it’s sort of a thing that relationships shift after the threes.”

“Threes?”

“Yeah, after three months you’re just about out of the honeymoon phase but after three years that’s where all the initial excitement fades and the relationship shifts.”

“I think…we’ll be just fine. Because I don’t think I could ever stop loving you Steven.”

Steven smiled against you. 

“I know but. Do you think we’ll still be here three years later?”

You gave it a thought, you liked where you were currently. You were satisfied in your wonderful relationship, you were happy with your work life. You would love to be exactly where you are now in the coming years. 

“I hope we’ll be here forever.”

Steven agreed falling back into comfortability as his anxious thoughts subsided. 

“Do you think you’ll ever get tired of me?” You countered, repeating his earlier question and he was quick to answer, “never.”

“Well then there you have it. We are going to be just fine Steven. You and me, we’re in it for the long run.”

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Anniversary Gift

Steven Grant x reader

Words: 630

A/N: Second part to mooniversary guys!!! Last part is coming out tonight.

“Close your eyes,” you said and Steven did as told. He heard some rustling coming from where you sat across the table and then a sound of something being placed in front of him. 

“Okay, open them,” again he did as instructed and his eyes immediately fell to the book that was on the table before him. 

Steven didn’t even have to take the ribbon off the cover to know exactly what book this was, at the mere sight of it his eyes widened. 

This wasn’t just any book, no, it was a specific book that he mentioned months ago. One that he’s wanted for a while but never had. It held various information about all known types of museums around the world. 

“You didn’t.”

“I did.”

Taking the ribbon off and opening the object he smelt that new book smell that wafted up from the material while he skimmed through the pages.

“This is so thoughtful, I’m surprised you remembered.”

“Of course I did,” you said, grinning wide from the successful gift. Steven scanned through some of the pages before his excited face began to deflate and the book fell in his lap. 

“Oh now I feel awful.”

That was not the reaction you wanted to hear. “No. What happened?”

“My gift isn’t nearly as thoughtful as yours.”

You smiled again. Steven was always thoughtful in everything he did. 

“Oh please, I doubt that. Let me see it.”

He grimaced at your words and set his new book down before reaching behind the chair that he sat on. 

Pulling a gift bag with colorful paper out, he set it on the diner table. 

“Just, be gentle with my feelings please. And remember I can always get you another gift, one that you actually like.”

With a smile still present, a raised brow was added to your expression as you grabbed the bag, surely it wasn’t that bad. 

Feeling a heavy fabric you pulled it out and unfolded it. Once unraveled it was revealed to be a crew neck sweatshirt, with the word Grant in capitals across the front.  

Once you stared at it, Steven again reached behind himself to pull out the exact same sweatshirt from but his had your last name on it. 

“They’re couple shirts. You wear my name and I wear yours.”

You were silent holding your Grant sweatshirt up and taking it all in. 

Steven, deducing how much worse his whole idea was from just your reaction wasn’t hesitant to add, “I know it’s terrible. Don’t fret, I will absolutely get you something better.” 

He reached out to grab his gift back but you pulled it away, holding it close to your heart. “Are you kidding me? I love it.”

“Really?” Steven asked his voice lifting as a weight was practically lifted from his shoulders. “You’re not just saying that?”

“No, I think it’s really cute, in fact I’ll be right back.”

You left him sitting curious at the table and a few minutes later you returned wearing the shirt over your date clothes. 

“Oh don’t do that,” he said, his grimace returning. 

“What? You don’t think it looks good?”

He sat up in his chair, “no, you are definitely pulling it off. You can pull anything off. But don’t just wear it for me.” 

“I’m not. I’m wearing it for me. Plus It lets everyone in here know that I’m all yours.”

Finally his grimaced expression relented and gets replaced with a blank look. Then he grabs his own sweater and puts it on over his dress shirt. 

“And I’m all yours.”

You smiled back at him. 

“Are you sure though, you don’t need anything else?”

“Steven this,” you wrapped your arms around the sweater that was over your body, “is all I want.”

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Kiss Me In Secret

Steven Grant x reader

Words: 511

A/N: you know I had to make my mooniversary fics this year!!! I can’t believe it’s been 3 years since moon knight aired and I got introduced to our sweet boy Steven 💕 here is the first fic and I have 2 more anniversary fics coming out later throughout the day so stay tuned 😉

Warning: reader gives Steven a hickey, it’s not crazy descriptive tho but I figured I’d just a put a warning just in case

“Good morning,” you said passing by a familiar back throughout the museum. 

Upon hearing your voice the figure turned around curiously, “what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be off to work?” Steven asked both hints of surprise and joy in his tone. 

“I called in late. I wanted to see you on our anniversary morning.”

Steven smiled softly before he glanced around and beckoned you to follow him behind a pillar where the light seemed to fall short. 

You raised a brow and, doing a look around yourself, followed after him. Once near he pulled you out of anyone’s sight.

In a movement that you could barely process Steven grabbed your face and immediately started attacking it with kisses and you couldn’t help but giggle a bit with your cheeks squished between his palms. 

He placed a peck all over you, your cheek, your forehead, your nose, your chin, your other cheek. Wherever he could see he placed a kiss until he finally landed on your mouth. 

You smiled against his lips, moving with the comfortability that was Steven before he separated for a moment, “happy anniversary,” he whispered, body warmth coming off from him. His hands fell to your side but you weren’t done with him yet. 

“Happy anniversary,” you repeated pulling him by the collar, reattaching yourself to him. Steven took a step back, his frame landing against the pillar you both hid behind. He welcomed your kiss but couldn’t bring his lips to lower themselves. 

“Stop smiling,” you said sending him a smile of your own. 

“I can’t help it.”

Adapting to Steven’s reaction, your lips left his and then you did the same that he did, except you pecked his chin, then his jawline, before ultimately landing on his neck. 

Steven let out a small, “oh?” As a tickling sensation coming from where your mouth pressed against his skin. 

You stay there, glued to Steven even when you feel his posture straighten up at the fix that you had on him. 

Although you were only attached to his neck, moving your mouth in the slightest, Steven could feel the heat travel throughout his limbs as he stood there willingly accepting the tickle that your lips brought to his neck. 

After about a minute or so, you release the hold you had on him and his sunken eyes suddenly appeared to have some light to them as he nodded as nonchalantly as he could manage, “that’s good, yeah.”

You laugh a bit, taking a step back, “that was your first gift.”

Steven’s face practically weakens into a silly smile, his cheeks a bit warm, which he can’t help. 

“See you tonight?” You asked even though you knew the answer. 

“You can’t stop me from making an appearance,” he confirmed, doing his best to put his work brain back on. 

“Good, cause I have another gift for you later tonight. Bye!” You shout heading off to your own work. 

All Steven could do was watch, dazed by how he’d managed to keep someone like you for three years. 

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Happy three months with Moon Knight!! ✨🌙✨

Some songs I listen to every year on mooniversary that remind me of the lovely lovely Steven Grant

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Can we get a Peter Maximoff x reader where they both know they have feelings for each other but aren’t dating yet. While watching a movie together in his basement, they both lean in for their first kiss together while closing their eyes. Thing is, neither of them have ever kissed anyone before so reader is leaning in for a regular kiss while Peter (despite having no experience) leans in for a kiss with tongue (like that one drawing dynamic LMAO idk if you’ve seen it). But they get a bit awkward about it and end up chuckling about it with a sweet ending :] pls and thank you

Eager Mistake

Peter Maximoff x reader

Words: 1106

A/N: I’m kicking my feet and giggling at this one!!!!! 🤭Thank you for requesting I literally stayed up all night because I was like; have to write this down while the idea is fresh in my brain. And I had to search up the meme cuz I had no idea what you were talking about 😅 but I found it! Anyways hope you love it as much as I do

You liked Peter and Peter liked you. 

You knew it. He knew it. It took you a minute to get there but you finally realized it and It seemed like everybody and their mothers already knew you and Peter had strong feelings for each other. 

I mean it was pretty obvious considering that you two were constantly teasing each other and where one was the other usually followed. Yet, somehow the main question on everybody’s mind was, who would make the first move?

You’ve tried to make a move before but things always got in the way; missions, friends or family intruding, something just always averted you. 

But next time, next time was different. You were going to make your move. No matter what. 

Next time came speedily though as you joined Peter down in his basement for your weekly movie nights. It seemed like the universe was rooting for you tonight as his mom announced she had to run some shopping errands and she was taking his little sister with her, leaving both you and Peter alone.

But now that your special moment was actually here you could quite literally feel your brain overloading with nerves as you began to become hyper aware of your own body. 

Why? You might ask.  Only because the move you were planning tonight was to kiss Peter. And while most people would think nothing of a regular ole kiss, it wasn’t just a kiss, it was your first kiss. 

You didn’t know what the mechanics of a first kiss were but you didn’t care all you knew was you were going to do it. 

It seemed like Peter had a similar idea as you two were sat shoulder to shoulder on his bed across from the tv. 

You two were watching a movie that you personally have seen a hundred times. It was one of your favorite rom coms, and while Peter didn’t absolutely adore rom coms, he didn’t hate them. But did he know that you loved this specific one? Absolutely. Unknowing to you, he was planning on making a move of his own tonight too. 

And while you were to his side, overthinking your each and every movement. Peter was ready. You were too distracted to tell but he was both eager and anxious to have you in his arms. And while he was a bit embarrassed for the fact that he’s never had his first kiss either, he felt ready and was absolutely positive it would all pan out. He just had to make it happen. 

So he did. 

A third through the movie while you were focused, you felt Peter’s hand lay on yours. Eyes tearing away from the screen they dropped to your joined hands before curiously turning to the man who was already staring at you so earnestly. 

Your eyes slightly widened in shape as you began to realize that this was the moment. Locking in, you shifted your shoulders towards him to show him that you were ready. 

You watched as he grew closer with the distance between you shortening, and even thought he was still a ways away you shut your eyes anticipating the next step. 

Pressing your lips together as you did so, you waited for his lips to capture yours. And right as you were positive it was about to happen, it did. But instead of his lips melting into yours naturally, they almost completely covered your lips as the end of his tongue just barely came in contact with the edge of your mouth. 

Surprise overtaking all of your body you jolted back a bit with a startled, “oh,” leaving your lips as your eyes automatically opened. 

Peter’s own eyes expressed that of horror as they stared back at you round and wide. 

You both were silent, an air of uncertainty starting to quickly fill the room. 

And then…you laughed. And laughed. And laughed, Peter joined in, the sounds of your laughter filling the room. 

The nervous tension practically left and a wave of ease took its place. “What was that?” You asked while he looked back, an awkward smile on his lips. 

“Shut up! I’ve never kissed anyone before,” he grabbed the nearest pillow and hit you with it while you were still cracking up. 

“Me neither but you don’t see me doing all that!”

One hand of his came to his face covering his features, as your laughter died in the slightest. 

“I’m never going to live this down am I?”

“Relax,” your giggles dwindled as you reached up, removing his hand and taking it into yours again, “it was funny, and cute.”

“Somebody just kill me now,” is what he said despite your encouragement. 

“Hey, no one’s killing anyone yet. Not until we’ve had a proper first kiss.”

Peter's ears practically perked up at your words, you could tell he was just itching to get a move on it. “Just stay there like that, I’ll come to you,” you said smiling as you leaned forward. 

Peter did as told, remaining in his position until you reached him. 

Once he felt you against him he felt his body let go of the pressure that he hadn’t even realized he had built on his body. 

Peter initially followed your lead, but easily, it became an even field that both of you were engaged in.  

Peter absolutely liquified at your touch as you brought a hand up to his jaw to hold him steady. 

Your lips were sweet but it could’ve been because of the popsicles that you two had just eaten before, but it was so delicious Peter wanted more. 

You seemed to be on the same page because in the next instant Peter felt the tip of your tongue slip into his mouth. 

It was cautious, almost like it was testing the waters, unsure if any of this was okay, but Peter was prompt to assure that it was. 

His hand automatically went to your waist as he scooted closer, pressing himself to your body as if he wasn’t close enough. His own tongue extended to yours as you then began to examine each other's mouths. 

You two matched the other’s movements until you had to separate, garnering for air. The sound of the movie now sounded so far away, with the only focus you two had being on each other. 

“Can I tell people I’m dating you?” Peter asked, notably skipping past a step. 

“Is this your way of asking me?”

“Do I even have to ask?”

“No.”

“Exactly.”

Was it the neatest kiss ever? No, but it sure as hell was a remarkable one. 

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Getting Answers From The Blind Man

Matt Murdock x reader

Words: 1183

A/N: Part 3 of suspicious activities of a bling man, below are the first two parts

Suspicious Activities Of A Blind (Part 1) - The Pastry Shop (Part 2)

You caught him again. You couldn’t believe you caught him sprinting again. 

Matt had been visiting your pastry shop more often, chatting as he bought sweet treats for the day. You two got somewhat close, tossing comments back and forth. You even actually made it out of the shop, only once so far but it was fun. But now there he was again. You were walking on the opposite end of Hell’s Kitchen after meeting up with your friends when you heard some noise down an alley, peering in, you saw Matt Murdock running. 

It was the most strangest thing. 

Before you could think too much you chased after his figure, pulling out your phone as you did so. But he was quick, all you got was a blurry profile of him but it was definitely him. 

You stared at the photo on your phone as you stood outside his office.

You hadn’t seen him for a few days but you knew where he worked so, ding ding ding.

That’s where you were standing. 

Was this going too far? Showing up at his work like this? Maybe. But your feet had dragged you all the way here already so you might as well carry on. 

Opening the door the first thing you noticed was how small the office was. It was cozy but it had character to it. 

Looking around you were then greeted by Foggy. Who quickly welcomed you. You’ve never actually spoken to him besides that first night, but he always seemed friendly enough, “hi, I’m actually here looking for Matt Murdock I have something to talk to him about.”

Matt, hearing your voice, stepped out from what looked like an interrogation room. 

“You’re here? What happened?” You couldn’t tell but you showing up at his work definitely put him on edge. People only showed up here when they’ve been wronged and justice wasn’t doing its part, so his mind immediately grew concerned . 

“Oh, no, it’s nothing like that, I just wanted to talk to you…privately.”

Foggy raised his hands, “say no more, I am off to my lunch break.” He gave Matt a wink before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door leaving you and Murdock alone. 

He tilted his head towards the room he just left, “follow me.”

You did so, and sat across from him. It was eerie but interesting, sitting in an interrogation setting. 

“What is it?”

“You tell me,” you pulled out your phone and found the most recent picture that you had. “I saw you again Matt. I have proof here. You were running like some kind of parkour trained maniac. It was impressive but at the same time, confusing. I mean what are you? Actually, do you know what I think?” You asked the questions without planning on giving him actual time to answer. “I think you’re some sort of superhero.”

He scoffed, “you’re being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? I’m not the blind man jumping around like some wild man. Plus we have more superheroes in New York than anywhere else. Either you’re a superhero or you’re a crazy man looking for pity cosplaying as a blind man.”

He’s quiet because you have a point, New York seemed to oddly be filled with various heroes and ones with special abilities. 

“So, do you have any powers?”

He bit down on his teeth, this was not how he wanted this to pan out. To be fair he should’ve stayed away from you, once you’d commented that you were suspicious of him  before he should have cut off contact, but there was something about you that was constantly drawing him to see you again.

“I’m not a superhero and I’m not crazy. My hearing senses are trained so I can differentiate various situations.”

You nodded, but narrowed your eyes, there was definitely something he wasn’t telling you.

”Wait, are you a supervillain then?”

You couldn’t see behind his glasses but you could tell by his mannerisms that he was most definitely rolling his eyes. 

“I’m not a hero, I’m not a villain. All I want is justice.”

”…so…you’re a vigilante?”

He was quiet again, concentrating on how to get out of this whole situation, it was rare for him to be the one getting interrogated in this room. His silence and slightly exaggerated deflections honestly told you what you need to know and your mouth grew wide revealing your pearly teeth. 

“You ARE a vigilante. Can I be a part of the team?”

This question seemed to take him back, “what team? There is no team? I work alone.”

“Are you Spider-Man?”

”No.”

”Are you Doctor Strange?”

”Doctor Strange doesn’t conceal his identity so that makes no sense.”

”So who are you?”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

“Why not? I’ll practically figure it out anyway.”

”You can’t figure it out,” Matt’s voice was suddenly low, almost like he was giving a warning, “because if you figure it out that means then you become involved. And if you get involved then you become a target, andI don’t need anybody else in my life getting hurt.”

You could tell there was definitely some baggage there. And while you were itching to find which of the many vigilantes he could possibly be, you cared more about Matt Murdock than any superhero information you could gain. 

So despite every inch of your heart urging you to continue pressing for answers you instead listened to your mind that wanted to do the right thing and respect his decision.

“That’s fair.”

He leaned back in his chair seemingly content with your response. But you weren’t completely done. 

“I won’t get involved with your super secret , double life, but I do want to know one thing. Are you helping or hurting?”

Matt silently stared back at his unchanging position. By his lack of movement you didn’t believe he would answer but he did, “helping.”

“Then that’s all I need to know.”

Matt let out a sigh, glad you were valuing his decisions.

“But I do still want to be involved in your regular life…if that’s okay with you?”

Again he tilted his head to the side but a smile was clear in that ending to spill on his face, “my regular life is still…complicated.”

“I don’t mind complicated. Sometimes I even like complicated.”

“Then you’ll like me.”

”I already think I do.”

You couldn’t describe it but being around Matt seemed not as complicated as he made it out to be. And while you clearly didn’t know everything about this man, you could respect his choices and the fact that it seemed like he was only preventing himself from telling you in order to protect you. The sentiment was sweet. 

You two heard the outer door open, Foggy re-entering the office, and you noted how Matt’s head was tilted towards the sound. “Well, I guess that’s my time. We'll talk later, yeah?”

He nods as you get up and leave, sending a polite smile to Foggy on your way out. 

You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into but honestly you didn’t care. 

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First Bloom

Peter Maximoff x reader

Words: 874

A/N: ask and ye shall recieveeeee!! Part 2 to Late Bloomer with Peter Maximoff

Here’s part 1 for any who wanted to read it: Late Bloomer

Peter was wildly irritating. 

Ever since you two talked and essentially confessed your feelings to each other, he started to tease you. 

And while you were used to the constant messing with each other that you two often did, this was different. This was annoying. For the past few days he’d come up with some way where he’d make you think he was going to kiss you; he’d get your heart jumping and your blood pumping and then BAM! Nothing. 

The first day, he asked if you wanted a kiss. You felt a rush of nervousness from just the question and of course he then pulled out those chocolate kisses, laughing at your face that was turning a darker shade at your own assumption.

The second day he randomly leaned in close, and I mean close. You could practically feel the heat coming off of his lips only for him to shift entirely and press them to your forehead, which you lightly slapped him for.

And the third day. Well the third day was today. And currently he had you trapped against a wall, a hand on each surface beside you as he was peering across from you with a smile fixed on his lips. 

You don’t even remember how you got into this predicament, one moment you’re playfully chatting, ragging on each other, and next thing you knew your back was against the wall. 

Heart beating in your ears, all you could do was stand there as he practically bore into your soul. Various forms of jitters were running through your body. All the nerves, excitement, and anticipation through your veins. You were almost positive it was going to happen because of how serious he looked. As he lowered his head, you couldn’t help but lick your lips as you gawked back at him. Then he smiled. Which turned into laughter and you very quickly realized, he was doing it. AGAIN. 

You wasted no time shoving him away while he was still busy having a crack at you. 

“You should see your face,” he said in between chuckles. 

Jesus, as if it wasn’t bad enough that you were dying on the inside every time he did that, now he had the nerve to rub in your face. 

“You suck!” You made a point to turn your back to him and walk away but he went right after you. 

“Aw come on.”

“Here I am thinking you’re serious about you and me, but you’re not. All you care about is this running gag you seem to have with yourself and I’m over it. I don’t even care about my first kiss any—“

Peter was hasty in his next movement but not too quick as he spun you around, his hands reaching for your jaw while he ducked towards you, holding his lips to yours. 

And while you had managed to feel nerves at each and every other moment he’s been close to kissing you this was different. You felt a relief of tension despite you not really knowing what you were doing. You felt less worrisome than you imagined. Maybe it was because it was Peter and you knew Peter, you were always comfortable with Peter. But still you stood frozen in the moment. 

You hated to admit it though but Peter was right about one thing, you didn’t know what to do with your hands or your body, you were just kind of a mannequin. 

Peter, obviously catching onto that, broke for a moment to smile against your lips. You leaned back slightly, your eyebrows sloping as you raised them in the middle. 

“Sorry, I don’t know, what I’m doing.” God, you hated how much of a cliche you sounded like right now. 

Peter, who was still grinning a bit, didn't waste a moment to recapture your lips, and after finding the rhythm again, his hands trailed down your arms and led them around his neck before finding his own place along your hips. 

He was easy to follow, both in movement and guidance. 

And while you were relishing in the moment created, Peter was doing his best to hold it together, because despite the character that he tried to give off, he was genuinely a bit more nervous than you were. He was doing his most to make sure he wasn’t too pushy, because deep down all he wanted to do was kiss you until you were breathless, but this was your first kiss. He wanted to let you have your moment and make sure it was a good moment. 

So for now, his kiss was tender, and had a bit of exploration to it without pushing any boundaries. And Peter was doing a good job given how you were responding to his touch. 

He eventually separated himself from you, and once he peered down at you again all he could see was the wide beam that you wore. 

“What is your obsession with stealing kisses?”

“They don’t call me a kleptomaniac for nothing.”

You laughed at his cheesy line and once you stopped Peter couldn’t help but ask, “so, was that better for the expectations that you had?”

“I can honestly and sincerely say…that was the best kiss I’ve ever had.”

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Wonka gifs pt 3

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A few Wonka gifs I made feel free to use

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My Blond Pretty Princess

Benjamin Poindexter x reader

Words: 595

A/N: got this after someone commented that Dex was their blond pretty princess in one of my posts and idk if they wanna be tagged but I thought it was adorable to call him that

Did Dex love the idea of you going with your friends to a club all by yourself? No. But did he know that it would be wrong to do anything to stop you? Yes. And while his original plan was to go with you, (just to make sure you were safe), work had to thwart his way. Fortunately he had just about finished up when his phone rang. 

Your contact photo filled his screen and he paused instantly thinking the worst. Without getting too ahead of himself he picked up the phone, hearing the sound of muffled music and cars in the background. Then came your voice, “Dex!” He moved away from his phone as you practically shouted in his ear. “I miss you! I’m not having any fun without you!” 

Dex’s smile grew crooked as he relished in the fact that you wanted him there. Someone missed him. And not just someone. You. “Are you still there?”

“I’m sitting outside on the curb.” 

“I’ll be there soon,” is all he said before he took off. It didn’t take long for Dex to reach you. And as soon as he pulled up sure enough there you were perched on the curb. 

Putting the car hazard lights on he got out and opened the passenger side before kneeling to your side. 

“Hey,” he said and your head slowly turned towards him. Your eyes widened in excitement at the sight of Dex as a smile spread along your face. “Hey.”

“Are you okay? Can you stand?”

You nodded, your head began to feel heavy while you started to push yourself up off the ground. “I’m only a tiny bit tipsy but I’m fine.” Is what you said but your swaying movements that prompted him to grab your waist, proved otherwise. 

With one hand around you he walks you to the car and gently sat you in the passenger seat. Only after making sure all your limbs were inside, he shut the door then joined on the other side. 

The car ride home was surprisingly quiet on your end. In fact Dex was the one pulling the conversation from you. 

“Did you have fun?” The question was genuine. 

You shrugged, your eyes closed while your head lay against the headrest. “It was alright at first but then it just got boring, and then some people tried to join our group but I wasn’t really about that. I didn’t really want to be there with anyone except you.”

Dex’s cheeks rose at knowing that you felt the way he constantly felt. You fell quiet again but he noticed your head turn to his direction. 

He kept his eyes on the road in front but could see you staring at him from his peripheral. 

“What is it?”

“Do you know you’re my pretty princess?”

Dex tried his best to contain his laugh but your slurred words genuinely caught him off guard. 

“I thought I was a knight in shining armor.”

“Sometimes but you’re my princess…you know why?” You waste no time in sharing the answer with him. “Cause a princess protects her kingdom and keeps it in order. She helps her people but she also needs help from a knight. That’s just like you. You protect me but sometimes you need help too.”

“So does that make you the knight?”

“Absolutely,” your word drifted off as you faced forward again and rested your head back as sleep was beginning to catch up with you. 

“My blond pretty princess,” were your last words as you drifted off into la la land. 

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Late Bloomer

Peter Maximoff x reader

Words: 1294

Based on prompt 12: "My mom thinks I'm dating you."

A/N: I’m back to those writing prompts that I never finished doing, oops 😬 also this is another first kiss fic with Peter M.

You were going to punch him. No, you were going to strangle him. You were going to wring his little neck until he took his last breath. 

Stomping through the halls of the X-Mansion your eyes were focused as you spotted his silver hair on the opposite side of the hallway. 

“YOU!” You shout pointing at the man whose face actually looked frightened.

He could’ve outran you, could’ve avoided you forever but he knew he deserved what was coming to him. 

Once Peter was reached, you grabbed him by the ear and yanked him away from the group that he was apart of. 

“Ow. Ow. Ow.” Was all you heard behind you as you tugged him into a secluded room and slammed the doors.

Once behind closed doors you immediately smacked his arm. Hard. “You bastard! You told everybody my secret, you jerk!”

You had no super strength but your hits still left a sting causing Peter to rub his arm where you hit it for a second time, “ow. I didn’t tell anyone anything.”

“Then explain to me why one of the kids just came up to me and said,” you put on your best little kid voice, “it’s okay, I haven’t had my first kiss either.” You slapped him again, “you idiot!”

“Ow! Okay okay, I didn’t tell anyone but Jean may have got in my mind and I just kept repeating it there. And then Scott found out and then it must’ve spread from there.”

“Ugh, I trusted you and you blabbed you blabbermouth, now what am I going to do? How am I gonna walk down these halls?”

“Relax, it’s not that serious.”

“Not that serious? I don’t go around telling all your stuff!”

He opened his mouth but had no comeback for that one. But then he opened it again,”plenty of people haven’t had their first kiss at your age.”

“Yeah? Point to ‘em.”

He did nothing and you nodded. “Exactly.”

“I’m sorry, okay. It was an accident, I wish I could take it back, I would if I could. 

“Yeah well you can’t and now everybody’s just going to look at me and think, ‘oh there’s that weirdo that’s in their 20’s and never been kissed before. Hmm, I wonder why? Must have a horrible personality. Or maybe they’re just crazy!”

You honestly would have kept going, this was something that had been on your brain in the past. But you didn’t because you were taken aback by quick lips that met yours. 

It was the tiniest bit of pressure as his mouth grazed yours only for a moment. It was innocent and chaste and it left you without words. Mainly because you were so stunned. 

“There. Now no one can say anything. Happy?” 

You stood there eyes wide and mouth ajar as you froze with no thoughts crossing your mind. 

“See there’s nothing to it.”

You didn’t respond. 

You couldn’t respond. So with no words spoken Peter watched confused as you turned around and left the room. 

You were upset. No, you were more than upset, you were pissed. 

You were in your room at the X-mansion, passionately pacing your room. Back and forth you went while you bit down on your teeth. 

You couldn’t believe he did that. For what? Just to give you your first kiss? That’s not what you wanted.

You’ve been pacing for about twenty minutes until a knock on your door made you come to a stop as your eyes were instantly grabbed by the sound. 

“Hey. It’s me, can I come in?”

Your shoulders tensed as you sucked in a breath. 

Releasing it, you walked over and swung the door open. Refusing to look at him? you went over to your bed and plopped down with your arms crossed. 

“Thanks,” he said, shutting the door behind him. 

You were quiet, holding back any words that wanted to come out as you sat there. 

“Are you okay?”

You said nothing. 

“Look, I think you’re blowing this all out of proportion. Now you can avoid the awkwardness of all that comes with a first kiss. All the; what do I do with my hands? When do I move? Am I doing this right?”

You finally looked at him, “you don’t get it Peter. I wanted to ask those questions.”

You sighed uncrossing your arms ready to have a conversation. “It wasn’t just the first kiss that I wanted. I wanted to have that whole experience. And I wanted to have those nervous butterflies in my stomach that make people want to puke. I wanted to have that uncomfortable feeling of not knowing what to do next. And I wanted my first kiss to be with someone who actually cared about me in that way. Someone who likes me just as much as I like them. I wanted that! A real kiss. And you ripped that away from me.”

He was quiet now, processing your words and what the whole situation meant to you. He sat down beside you, his eyes on the floor, “oh.”

You two sat beside each other in silence both appearing in thought. “Well what if I do like you?”

You turned to him, confusion clear as day on your face. “Huh?”

“I kinda didn’t kiss you just to give you your first kiss…I’ve been wanting to kiss you.”

“Huh?”

He turned to face you. “I’ve had feelings for a while now. My mom even thinks I’m dating you because we spend so much time together and I’m always mentioning you to her and I haven’t corrected her on it  because…it felt nice to imagine. I guess I just saw my opportunity and took it. I should’ve made sure you were okay with it though.“

“You. Like me?” You repeated, mind going in and out listening to his words. He nodded and you realized this was the feeling. The weird bubbly nervous feeling that was supposed to creep into your stomach at the realization that he had feelings for you. 

You’ve had feelings for Peter in the past but pushed them down after months, due to believing he’d never feel the same way, but here he was telling you he felt the same way. 

“Well. Say something,” he said urging you and you e realized you’ve just been staring. 

“Right! Well I…don't know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know!” You threw your head in your hands at the complicated feelings you two had, “I liked you before but I figured you’d never like me so I closed that chapter.”

“Well reopen that chapter!”

“I know I do still have feelings for you but I think…I’m still upset about what you did. I don’t even know if I can trust you the same way again.  You blabbed!”

“That’s fair and I’m sorry.” He raised his hand up and put his other hand to his chest, “I solemnly swear that It will never happen again and I promise to rebuild your trust. Whatever it takes I’ll do it!.”

You smiled a bit at his over the top enthusiasm. 

His hands fell back to his side as he looked serious for a moment. “And I’m going to make it up to you.”

“How are you going to do that?”

You asked the question with a genuineness in your tone. But you soon regretted it as Peter scooted closer with a smirk on his face before leaning towards you. 

As he grew closer you could feel those butterflies increasing in quantity inside your chest. Then he stopped a few inches away from you, “guess you’re just going to have to wait and see.” He leaned back with a wink before zooming out of your room leaving nothing but a gust of wind behind. 

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Part 2 Here: First Bloom

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BRO THIS IS SO ME RN??? Anyone else????

Found on a post by @fic-dumpster

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Pastry Shop Stop

Matt Murdock x reader

Words: 609

Part 2 of suspicious activities of a blind man, it’s just a lil blurb nothing too fancy but figured I’d add a little more to the story. Maybe there will be a 3rd part who knows 👀

Here’s part 1 for those of you who haven’t read it: Part 1

After that initial interaction at the bar it didn’t take long for you to see Matt again. 

Actually it only took two days before he actually was in the shop that you worked at. 

It was silly but you felt a bit of excitement when you saw him standing at the end of your line, it was like that feeling you felt when a special guest that you really liked appeared on your favorite television show. 

Although you tried your best to calm yourself you did feel a bit anxious as he made his way to your counter.

Pulling yourself together you said the normal greeting. “Welcome to our little shop, what can we get for you today?”

You heard him let out a single chuckle, “well I’m not too sure I can’t exactly see the menu.”

“Ah, right.” Trying to move past your own blunder you began to list out some of the delicacies. From danishes, to eclairs, you listed each item. 

“That’s an overwhelming amount of options,” he said after you’d finished. 

“I know.”

“What’s your favorite?”

The questions surprised you a bit, a good surprise. You hesitated giving it a good thought before ultimately coming up with an answer, “I like the cinnamon buns. They’re warm and delicious and they’re pretty filling.”

“I’ll take three cinnamon buns, one for each member of my team.”

“Alright, that’ll be twenty ninety-five, and I’ll put those in right now.”

After giving him his change and putting the order in, you turned to him again. He was now the only customer in the store. 

After a moment of staring at the man while you both waited for your coworker to finish his pastries, you tried to fill the silence that no doubt only you felt was awkward, “is it bad that I’m still not completely sold on the whole blind thing?”

His lips tugged, revealing his teeth as he laughed, almost like he was glad you wanted to banter with him. “What am I going to have to do to prove it to you?”

You looked up contemplating what it would take before blurting out the first thing you could think of, “I don’t know, fight me.” And for a moment you feel you went a bit too forward as he grew quiet before he laughed again. 

“You’re funny.”

“Thanks I try.”

You shared a look before your eyes widened, “Wait, does not believing you make me ableist?”

Matt tilted his head, “I think it actually does.”

“Oh no, does that make me a Karen? I don't want to be a Karen.”

“I happen to know a pretty great Karen.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it, Matt Murdock.”

Matt’s lips never dropped from their curve. He liked the way his name sounded coming from your lips, but that didn’t stop his eyebrow from lifting. 

Sensing what he was about to question you pulled out the card that you had in your pocket. “This card fell from your friend’s pocket, I did some research and found you guys online.”

Matt couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride that you were curious enough to search him up.

He opened his mouth to say something else but your attention was grabbed by the motion behind you. 

“And here are your cinnamon buns. Let me know how they taste.”

“Will do.” Reaching up with one hand he takes them and smiles offering you a wave. 

“Bye, Matt Murdock.” You shout behind him before the front door shuts. 

Eyes fixed on him, you watch as he crosses the road. 

Still there was something strange about him and you didn’t know what. 

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Can you please write something with Ben Poindexter x reader where they like match each other’s freak so to speak. She’s kinda like Maya Lopez in the way that she kills for people and someone hires her to kill Dex but she starts to like him the more that she like learns his routine and investigates him. I don’t know I just really like the idea of someone understanding Dex even though he kinda crazy fr.

No Longer Alone

Benjamin Poindexter x reader

Words: 1261

A/N: Love this idea! So good! I initially wanted to make it different from my other Dex fics but of course I just somehow ended up with writing about Dex and him being good, I’m sorry if you wanted something crazy but I had a blast writing this one

Warning: mention and like layout of Dex and that suicide scene that he was about to to do in season 3 back in the day, also gun mention (Idk if that needs a warning but just in case)

Is what you did honest work? While most would say no, especially considering you were essentially a hitman, you would argue yes. And the only reason you considered it honest work was because you always, always made sure to do thorough research before fully accepting a job. 

Your rule for a target was always the same: half payment up front, then after weeks of surveillance if you deemed the target culpable, you did what had to be done and then collected the rest of the money.

Surveillance was the most time consuming of the task, taking weeks to ultimately make the decision. You never wanted to take the life of anyone who had even a scrap of goodness to them out. 

And just like with any other target the same conditions applied to Benjamin Poindexter. 

Benjamin Poindexter. A.K.A. “Dex,” was currently an FBI agent. He was a former Brooklyn Suicide Preventer, and a former U.S. Army man. 

None of his past surprised you, you’ve had enough kills to know that it wasn’t what people showed others that made them a good person, it was what they didn’t that got you the call. 

In your first week of surveillance there were some intriguing things you noticed about the man. Firstly, you noticed how rigid his schedule was. Each day he stopped by the same locations. Some places were of course dealing with his occupation and necessary shopping, but other places seemed to be random. You did some more investigating to answer the main question here, why? And you easily found out the answer wasn’t something, but rather someone. Julie Barnes. 

Julie Barnes was an ex-coworker of Benjamin Poindexter from the suicide hotline center, and he seemed to have taken an infatuation towards her. Well you wouldn’t call it an infatuation. You didn’t know what it was, was it love? Curiosity? Or just pure obsession. Whatever it was intrigued you, because all he did at each and every place was watch her. He never did anything strange, just watched. 

While it was kind of ironic; you, stalking a stalker. You found it kind of endearing the way he looked at her. The look wasn’t fear-inducing, it wasn’t sinister, but sweet, with a joy-stricken smile appearing on his face every now and again, like he sincerely and genuinely cared for her. Frankly, it was cute. 

The other thing you noticed after keeping surveillance of him was his mentality, or rather his meltdowns. He seemed to have them not too often but frequent enough to the point that he knew precisely what to do when it did occur. You watched him a few times trying his best to collect his sanity, relying on cassette tapes and headphones that he pulled out from the closet. Each time you took note of how hard he worked to keep it all together. He was trying. And that was better than anything you could’ve said for any of your past targets. 

A week went by and something happened, you observed as Dex’s schedule almost instantly fell apart. He was suspended from his job, he had a falling out with Julie. 

You could tell it had an intense effect on him. 

That night, when you followed him home he appeared to have a multitude of emotion coursing through him. Upset, sadness, emptiness, you had a bad feeling in your gut watching it all unfold before you. 

Monitoring him through his window, you viewed as he roamed about his apartment slowly. He sat down and pulled a gun out laying it in front of him on the table. Eyes never leaving the scene, you watched as he looked to be actively battling his internal thoughts, contemplating deeply as he kept his head down, eyes fixated on the weapon.  

You could’ve walked away there, you could’ve turned a blind eye, let the job be done. But something in you knew that he could pull through this. Dex wasn’t a bad guy. He needed help.

Feet moving faster than your brain, they carried you out of your car and up the flight of steps trying their hardest to get you to him before he could do anything further. Running up you stopped at his door and frantically knocked. 

You didn’t know what was happening behind that door, you just hoped nothing drastic had happened yet. 

“Benjamin Poindexter! I need you to open this door right now!”

You stopped for a moment and heard quiet on his end, and your mind started running a course of thoughts. But then you heard it, some shuffling that sounded like it was getting closer, so you kept talking.

“You don’t know me, but I know you. I know you’re struggling Benjamin but you can pull through this…you’ve done it before, and you can and will do it again.”

Your head was close to the door waiting to hear any sound that might indicate he was still there. “You need help and I can get you help.” 

Then you heard it, a slow click coming from the doorknob. 

After waiting another second, the door then opened a crack revealing said man on the other side. You took note of his state, his eyes were filled with a watery appearance but he seemed to be stable at the moment. “How do you know my name?”

You let out an intense breath that you were holding in at the sight of him still alive. “Can we talk inside?”

Dex stared you down considering his decisions. 

“Please?”

Against his better judgment, he opened the door completely, allowing you to enter. Once inside, you took note of how clean and organized his place looked before turning around to him, “Hi. I was hired to investigate and kill you.”

Dex’s concentrated stare never faltered or swayed as he listened. 

“I can’t tell you who ordered it as that would be a violation of my legal contract but I can tell you that I’m not going to do it.”

He didn’t say anything, you weren’t sure if he was just taking it all in, plotting his next words, or controlling his emotions. 

“I’m not going to do it because I see an ounce of goodness in you. You are a man who is under heavy pressure, but even when your thoughts take over, you do your best to try to bring it back together. And Benjamin, that is all it takes. Trying.”

“Dex.” He corrected, which prompted you to repeat it back, “…Dex.”

Dex’s face softened, his expression no longer tense as his guard lowered. He believed you. He had no reason not to. The hit out on him was believable but you seeing goodness in him, he wanted to believe that too. 

“I…struggle when I’m alone…in my head sometimes I hear thoughts that hold me over the edge.”

“Well you don’t have to be alone anymore.”

Reaching into your pocket you pulled out your card with a number on it. Dex’s eyes drop to it as you hold it out between your fingers. 

“If you ever feel alone, here’s my number.”

Dex was hesitant, staring at the card until finally, he reached out and took it. 

“You don’t have to be alone, Dex…call me.”

And with that last piece you shared you gave him a final look before walking out his front door. 

Dex’s eyes remained on the card that had your name printed on it. 

Did Dex think that he deserved to be killed that night? Yes. 

Was Dex happy that you saved his life? Only time would tell.

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Hey Guys, I just wanted to say thank you for the likes and the comments! You all are always so sweet and every time I receive a nice comment I take a screenshot and add it to the folder so I can look back at it and feel warm in my heart all over again 🥰

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Safe Surroundings

Benjamin Poindexter x reader

Words: 378

A/N: I haven’t watched the new ep yet I have to watch it tomorrow!

Ah the New York Subway Station. What you once considered a safe place for you was now known as dangerous.

While you typically tend to avoid the use of the subway nowadays, there happened to be event that came up that the subway just seemed like the easier option. And while you told Dex you’d be fine traveling alone, you were slightly relieved when he disagreed and came along with you.

You used to be fine on subways, you’d ride them with no problem. But ever since things have been getting worse and worse you now felt unsafe using it.

Even now, as you waited for your subway cart, standing with your back against the wall, you could feel your nerves kick in as you kept an alert eye out. You just never knew what anyone was thinking or even possible of anymore. But luckily the cart arrived soon.

What you failed to remember though was how crowded the subways were at this exact time. Once the doors opened and people came out, you entered and gazed at your options for you to perch yourself. Not spotting any really in your haste scan, your eyes drifted to the pole that already had a few people glued onto it. You already felt uncomfortable at how close each person looked closely attached to that pole but you felt you had no other option.

Right as you were about to head that way, you felt Dex take your hand and guide you into the opposite direction.

Following his lead he steered you to the one empty seat on the opposite side of the cart. No words were said as he moved out of the way for you to place yourself. Once you were sat, he took his place standing across from you, facing your direction as he held onto the pole parallel to the floor.

A grateful smile curved onto your lips you glanced up at him while he was actively looking around closely assessing any situation.

You were appreciative for Dex, everything just felt safer with him. And you loved that. Reaching out you grabbed onto his empty hand and gave it a thankful squeeze, prompting him to look back down. His expression softened before giving his own squeeze back.