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Confessions Of The Blind Man

Matt Murdock x reader

Words: 858

A/N: Finally the last part! Sorry it took so long I honestly just didn’t have a strong idea what to do with it so sorry if it’s not good 😬 but I hope you all still enjoy it. P.s. I honestly haven’t written a multiple series in so long so this was fun!

Here’s the first 3 parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

taglist: @tsukiko26 @sunshine-daydreams0809

Months have gone by and not once have you pressed him about revealing his masked identity. Matt wasn’t used to this. 

Month one; okay he got it, you were respecting his privacy unsure of where any of this would go. Month two, usually people started trying to crack his secrets themselves and some do, but you didn’t even seem to be searching for the answers. Month three? That’s when people were usually done with Matt Murdock finding his ways either too secretive or just disagreeing with his actions completely. See that’s what confused him because now you guys were on month four. Matt wasn’t used to getting this far, he wasn’t sure what was beyond month three but he was going to find out. 

Matt’s mind process was a bit strange, even he had to admit that. Because despite him setting the boundary, as time progressed he’d find himself asking the question; did you even care? It was one thing to be curious but you two were sort of serious now and you didn’t even seem worried when he’d come home late with new bruises on his body. And while, yes you’d tend to them, your lack of interest bugged him. It was stupid, right? He was the one who asked for this. 

But why didn’t you ask?

In all truthfulness, what Matt didn’t know was it was definitely hurting you to keep your mouth shut. Every time you had to fix one of his wounds you had to force the questions from not word vomiting out of your mouth. Why? Because you made a promise. This is what he wanted. And you were okay with that. What you failed to realize was that it seemed like you were the only one who was okay with that. 

One night, just like after any fight, Matt returned home and there you were ready to help him. The cuts weren’t so bad this time, just very present. 

And like every other time you were silent as you cleaned him up. No words were spoken from you as usual. And Matt usually found comfort in the silence but today? Today it was eating at him. And with every hiss that came from his mouth he could feel it becoming harder and harder for him to just accept it. 

“Do you even care?”

Your eyes lifted from the bare skin that he was giving you a clear view of as he stood while you were seated on the toilet lid. 

Your eyes lifted from his skin to his eyes that were in your direction. “Huh?” Is all you could get out completely blindsided by what he was even talking about. 

Matt, licking his lips a bit and turning his head to the side continued, “I go out every night and I come back with blood, gashes and scars and you aren’t even the tiniest curious about it.“

Biting back your tongue you went back to fixing him up, “I am.”

Matt backed away from you, forcing you to have this discussion. “Then why won’t you ask me about it? Usually if you’re interested in what your partner has going on you ask.”

“Matt I promised you that I would keep your two lives separate from each other.”

“Well this is me telling you to forget about what I said. Ask me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “you didn’t want me to get involved.”

“Time has passed and you’re already involved.” Matt took a step closer now his body hovering over yours despite his standing position versus your seated one. “Look, one day if I go missing and just my suit is found, I want you to know it was me. I don’t want to keep secrets anymore. I want you to ask me.”

There was a silence in the air. And through that silence you realized he was dead serious. He wasn’t worried about himself, he was worried about you, just as he always had been. 

“Okay. Matt Murdock,” you set the first aid tools on the sink counter beside him, “who are you?”

Matt, whose lips curved into the tiniest of smirks, walked over to his closet. You watched as he bent down and rummaged through different clothing pieces before ultimately pulling out a head gear, no doubt from his suit. 

Your mouth hung open a bit as he returned holding the object out to you, taking it in your hands you felt the material. It was dark red, with horns coming out of the top, while the mask itself stopped just about to his nose. 

Your jaw dropped even more at the new revelation, and you whispered, “the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.”

“…Daredevil one might say but yes…and now that you know, ask me anything you want…starting now.”

Unknown to Matt, you had many questions. Questions that built and built over the past few months. You wasted no time getting out your first question. “Does the suit fit snug, or is it uncomfortable? Because it looks uncomfortable.”

Matt’s lips curved at the unexpected question that held a bit of comedy to it, “snug. I have a tailor. Next question.”

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Shoot Your Shot

Benjamin Poindexter x reader

Words: 530

Dex wanted to protect you. If it were up to him he’d be by your side twenty four seven just so he knew you were okay and happy. But, it wasn’t up to him. He had a job and you had a job, it just wasn’t physically possible. 

Thus came his great idea. Taking you to the gun range. 

While you initially weren’t fully on board with the whole idea of shooting a gun, he raised some good points about protection that you definitely did agree with. 

But now standing in here across from the target you were starting to get second thoughts again. 

“You got it?” Dex asked, his question bringing you back down to earth. He had just explained and showed all the logistics of how to handle the weapon but honestly it all went in one ear and out the other. 

You’ve never held a gun before and while you knew this was the best place to do it, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flip flop.

You looked at the weapon questioningly then looked back at him before ultimately shaking your head, “I don’t know if I can do this.”

He pulled the gun back towards his body. 

“I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

It was stupid really. Feeling sick. It wasn’t even that serious right? You were just learning, for the “just in case” scenario, yet something in you just felt bad about it. You knew you must’ve looked dumb to Dex for being such a chicken especially considering the fact that he did this all the time for work. 

And while you stood there thinking about how idiotic you looked, Dex stood there thinking about how precious you looked. Of course you didn’t want to shoot anybody he knew it would be hard for you but he also knew there could come a time when you had to. 

So while he didn’t want to pressure you, he knew it would benefit you in the end. 

“Do you want me to help you?”

The question was sincere without any sense of patronization behind in it. Finding his offer helpful you nod prompting him to put his noise reduction ear muffs back on, while you followed his actions. 

Once on, he positions you towards the target and takes his place behind you.

You feel the gun and his hand brush your dominant hand and you take hold of the gun that he passes to you. 

With him now holding your hand that’s grasping the weapon he takes a step closer. His body presses against your back while his arms lift yours until they’re clasped out in front. 

While it’s a bit hard to focus with the gun in front of you and him behind you, you try your best to pay attention to his hands which take over yours. 

Together, you take a couple shots, and after the initial surprise you start to get the hang of it. 

Eventually Dex lets go, allowing you to take a couple of shots by yourself as he proudly steps back and observes. 

Despite your initial fear he had a feeling you were going to be alright.

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A Tail With The Mind Of It’s Own

Kurt Wagner x reader

Words: 712

A/N: I’ve had this idea for so long in my mind, soooo now it’s on screen, ur welcome 😂

You liked kissing Kurt. And judging by his reaction he liked kissing you too. 

With your relationship still being pretty fresh and all, it took him a minute to muster the courage to kiss you. Well you actually kissed him first, but now that you have, Kurt wonders why he hadn’t taken the leap to do so before. 

Much like any normal person, you always kissed with your eyes closed. However, this particular evening while you two were sitting across from each other on the edge of your bed, one happily attached to the other, you happened to open your eyes taking a quick peek at the blue mutant. 

With your eyes open, that’s when you saw it. From your side view you could see a blue pointed tail, Kurt’s tail to be precise and it was practically swaying side to side, basically exhibiting a slow wag. 

Noticing the small detail to the mutant your lips couldn’t help but pull upwards. 

Kurt, noticing the break in your movement plus the way your lips curved, separated himself. 

Giving you an uncertain, curious smile of his own he asked, “what? What is it?”

You shook your head, the smile leaving your lips as you just pulled him back, and just like that he was moving with you again. 

You knew you shouldn’t have looked again but you couldn’t help it. You were curious. But as soon as you did look, you had to lean away letting a giggle escape.  

“What’s happening? Tell me.” His tone wasn’t so demanding as it was pleading. 

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Just…your tail.” His eyebrows pressed together, and you take that as a motion to continue, “when we kiss, it wags.”

Kurt’s eyes widen as you notice a small change in the color of his cheeks, with them turning a bit darker than their natural blue hue. 

“I just never noticed that before.”

“Neither have I,” he added, his gaze looking behind him and frowning at his own tail that outed him. 

“It’s cute Kurt. Come on,” you said thinking nothing of it and tugging him close again. This time when you met him you felt nothing. There was no movement, no motions to his body against yours. He was frozen like a statue. You opened your eyes and noticed a few things; one, his eyes were closed and his lips were pressed together so it wasn’t like he didn’t want to kiss you; and two he was rigid. And while yes his motions were rigid but so was his tail, the blue arrow standing straight up. 

Unable to move on from the weirdness that he started acting with, you ask, “what is that? What are you doing?”

His face again turned darker as his eyes glanced to the side. “I was trying to stop my tail from “wagging.””

He put the last word in quotation marks. 

“Oh Kurt…”

His head dipped as he placed it in his hands, “I don’t want my tail to wag like a dog. I am not a dog.”

“Kurt…” you say again feeling endearment and a bit of frustration at yourself for bringing it to his attention. You already knew he struggled with some of his own appearance, comparing himself to other people or “normal,” looking mutants. 

“I didn’t say it so you would stop. I said it because I thought it was adorable.”

Still hiding his face you lower your neck and reach out pushing his hands from him, and forcing him look at you. 

“I especially like that I’m the reason your tail is wagging. Makes me feel special.”

“You are special. Which is why I don’t want to mess up.”

“You’re not going to mess anything up. You’re fine Kurt. You’re more than fine. We are going to be more than fine. So just relax and don’t worry too much, it’s just you and me. And I like all parts of you.”

“Even the weird parts.” Kurt said a sad smile on his face. 

“Especially the unique parts,” you confirmed. Kurt nodded as if reassuring himself and letting you know he was okay before Kurt he took your hands. His eyes re-met yours and he looked at you as if silently asking for your consent to continue kissing and you nodded. 

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Lovesick Eyes

TASM!Peter Parker x reader

Words: 496

Peter was affectionate. He was charming, romantic, a bit on the mushy side but he was sweet. You on the other hand were not used to the mushy romance that he very openly oozed. 

“Stop staring at me like that,” you said, your hand meeting his face pushing it away from you. 

“I’m not staring at you like anything.” His words came out as his head went right back to where it was before, his wide tooth grin taking over the majority of his features. 

“Yeah you are, you’re staring at me with those lovesick eyes. Stop it.” You simply stated, looking away. 

“I like looking at you. God forgive a boy has a hobby,” he quipped, throwing his hands in the air while you just rolled your eyes at him, pressing your lips together trying to suppress the tug that was pulling at them. 

“Yeah but you’re looking at me like I’m the most special thing in the world.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“If you do it for too long, I might believe it.”

“That’s the goal.”

“Peter…” you warned. 

He shifted his body completely making a point to stare again. “I’m looking at you like you are the most special thing in the world, because you are the most special thing in the world.”

“Peter, I'm not special. I don’t have any powers, I don't have any skills…I’m normal.”

Peter drew close, taking both of your hands in his, “You don’t have to have powers or outstanding, amazing skills to be special.”

You raised a brow at him, “oh yeah? Then what makes me special then?” You weren’t so curious about what the answer was, but instead you were curious if he could even give any answer at all. 

“Well…” he glanced to the side and interlocked your fingers continuously swaying them out then in. “For one you’re just about the most supportive person I know…You encourage me to be a better person. Your sense of humor is out of this world. And I don’t know if you’ve looked at yourself in the mirror lately but you’re stunning. I think you could literally blind anyone with your beauty.” You smile a bit at his words that were affecting you more than you originally would’ve thought. Peter’s hands slow in movement as he gathered your focus again. 

“Plus just the way you look at me, just like you are right now, gives me a feeling unlike any other. I’d say that’s a special skill.”

Your hard exterior was broken by the time he was done. Sure you felt a bit awkward at his confession that you prompted, but that didn’t compare to the amount of endearment you were feeling for him at that moment. 

You broke eye contact, unable to hide the happiness that was seeping on your face. “Yeah well you’re pretty great yourself.”

“Thanks. I know,” he winked, causing you to let go of his hand and shove his cocky self away.

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Can you do a Benjamin Poindexter x reader where the reader sees the scar on his back from the surgery he had on his spine for the first time. Maybe she shows him scars she’s gotten from being a hired assassin. I think it would also be funny if they had matching scars from where they’ve shot each other before.

Scars With A Story

Benjamin Poindexter x reader

Words: 459

Planted on Dex’s mattress, you stared at your phone waiting for the boredom to pass before the bathroom door opened and steam came pouring out. A half naked Benjamin Poindexter came out wearing only a pair of pants. 

It was funny. If any outsider looked at you two, you didn’t think anyone would suspect your unethical occupations. 

You couldn’t blame them though. In some moments you even forgot. But something always brought you back to reality. 

As Dex stood in front of his dresser’s mirror across from you, you scooted closer to him, sitting on the edge of his bed. Your eyes couldn’t help but drag across the muscles of his bare back taking in the view. 

Then they stopped right on the spine. Your relationship wasn’t fresh, fresh, you knew about his scars and he knew about yours, that’s just what came with the job. 

But sometimes you saw certain scars more than others and the back one was definitely one you saw only in passing moments. 

Dex, who was preoccupied, focused on drying his hair, swiping his towel against his locks while you were entranced by the lines that ran down his back. 

Almost as if being hypnotized. 

Your eyes were glued to his body, your hand drifting out to him before ultimately reaching his back. 

Dex came to a stop at your touch. 

Absent-mindedly you lightly traced his scar, starting from the top and slowly making your way down to the bottom, making Dex shiver against the tip of your fingers that grazed him. 

“Beautiful,” you muttered, eyes fixated on his back while his own eyes were fixated on what he could see from the reflection of you behind him. 

“More like, gruesome,” he said, grabbing a neatly folded t-shirt from his drawer before putting it on. 

“Sure gruesome, but it comes with the job. Every scar holds a story,” you raise your arm and ride your sleeve up, “this one, job chasing a political figure on a planned runaway train.” You then lifted your pant leg, “fight with another assassin, who held her ground pretty good. And…” you pulled the neckline of your shirt down a bit exhibiting the side of your neck. “Remember this one?”

Dex lips cocked to one side before he pulled his own shirt sleeve all the way up revealing the graze on his shoulder. “How could I forget.”

You two smiled at each, no words shared, but you two knew those scars. Those were the scars from the day you two officially met. 

The day the two of you shot at each other. And the day the two of you gained respect from one another. 

It was a good day, and now you two had scars to remember it by. 

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Cute 🥰

Could you write something where Joaquin Torres tells reader that he’s falling in love with her after a date and she doesn’t believe him or is self-conscious (fluff and angst)? 🥰

"Coffee And Doubt"

[Joaquin Torres x fem!reader]

Masterlist

Summary: Joaquin says something difficult to accept...

Warnings: Light angst, self-esteem issues, fluff

Word Count: 853 words

A/N: First Joaquin fic!🥳

You spilled an iced latte on him the first time you met.

It was your third shift at the Brooklyn café, and Joaquin had been leaning against the counter, all easy smiles and worn leather jackets, asking about the "weirdest drink on the menu." You'd fumbled the cup while explaining the Cinnamon Smoke Bomb, a monstrosity of espresso, cayenne, and caramel, and watched in horror as it soaked his sleeve. Instead of scowling, he'd laughed, and said, "Guess I'll have to come back tomorrow so you can redeem yourself."

True to his word, he did. And the next day. And the day after that, always lingering to ask about your favourite books, hobbies, the parts of your life you didn't think anyone cared to notice. By the time he finally asked you out, you'd memorized his order (black coffee, two sugars, and a secretly smuggled chocolate croissant 'for luck'), and he'd memorized the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your interests.

He saw you—really saw you—long before you let yourself believe it.

It was your fifth date when he said those words.

You were having lunch at the Ivy, a diner near your work. It was a nice, casual, and cosy place, one you and Joaquin had quickly taken to. You had had your first date here too, and Joaquin had insisted on bringing you here again after one of his missions. You knew about his work, he had told you pretty early on(he said it was because he didn't want to 'deceive' you, but you had a feeling his pride in his title as the new Falcon also had a part in it).

Joaquin sat across from you, his thumb tracing the rim of his coffee mug, a habit he'd picked up after missions when his hands needed something steady to hold. You'd learned that about him. Just like he'd learned you hummed when nervous.

"You're staring," you said, nudging his boot under the table.

"Am I?" He grinned, unapologetic, the diner's neon glow softening the edges of his face. "Can't help it. You've got…" He gestured vaguely at your cheek. "Syrup. Right there."

You swiped at your face, flushing. "Liar. I didn't even order pancakes."

"Your loss." He leaned back, all lazy confidence, but his knee bounced faintly—a tell. You'd come to recognize those too.

The waitress refilled your waters, and Joaquin waited until she left before clearing his throat. "So. I've been thinking…"

Your stomach dropped. Here it comes. The 'let's just be friends' speech. The 'work is too hectic' excuse. You'd rehearsed for this moment since date three when he'd shown up with an annotated copy of a book you mentioned loving. No one did that. No one remembered.

"—falling for you," he said.

You blinked. "What?"

He huffed a laugh, rubbing his neck. "Yeah. Uh. Hard. Which is… terrifying, honestly. But also kind of amazing?" His voice softened, earnest in a way that made your ribs ache. "You're… different. In the best way. You just… see me. And I—"

"Stop." The word came out sharper than you'd meant.

He froze. "What's wrong?"

"Don't," You gripped your napkin, shredding the edges. "Don't do that. You don't have to say stuff just because you think I want to hear it."

His brow furrowed. "You think I'm lying?"

"No, I—" You laughed, brittle. "C'mon, Joaquin. Look at you. You're… you. And I'm… some girl who works at a café and reads too much. You'll get bored. Or realize I'm not… enough."

The words hung there, raw and too honest. You braced for him to sigh, to agree, to walk away.

Instead, he reached across the table, his calloused fingers brushing yours. "You really don't get it, do you?" His voice was quiet, fierce. "That time you ranted about Pride and Prejudice for twenty minutes? I've never wanted to kiss someone more. Or when you helped that old lady carry her groceries in the rain—in your work apron—and came back soaked, grinning like you'd won the lottery? I live for that smile. And last week, when I came back from D.C. and you didn't ask about the mission, just… made me soup because I sounded tired on the phone?" He shook his head, wonder in his eyes. "That's why. Not in spite of who you are. Because of it."

Your throat tightened. "But… your life is so big. And I'm… small."

"You're not small." He squeezed your hand. "You're home."

The diner's noise faded. For a heartbeat, you let yourself believe him—let his words wrap around the bruised parts of you like a bandage. Then doubt crept back in. "What if you change your mind?"

He smirked, that infuriating, beautiful smirk. "Guess you'll have to stick around to find out."

You didn't say it back. Not yet. But when he walked you home, his jacket slung over your shoulders against the chill, you let him kiss you—slow, sweet, and tasting of cinnamon—and decided, maybe, home wasn't such a bad thing to be.

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The scene that made me watch always sunny

“Their eyes locked from across the room”

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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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