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What A Pair!

Steve Harrington x F!Reader.

Summary: Teasing Steve for being a bad flirt at work is one of your favorite things to do. Even with your crush. But, you made the mistake of telling Robin your biggest secret.

!Warnings!: none?

Tags: Fluff.

Word Count: 1.5k-ish

*Please do not replicate, copy, rewrite my work ,or claim it as your own, I do not consent to these actions*

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You sit on the counter, kicking your feet back and forth as you watch Steve serve ice cream, his funny little hat sitting upon his brown hair. You watch as they leave and Steve sends them a wink, making their faces twist in a cringed expression. He sighs as they walk out the doors before turning to you, “You could help you know.” He approaches you, standing at your dangling knees. “Oh, I am. My job is…” you pull the cap of the marker and stick it in your mouth, “Helping Robin keep track of how much you suck.” you mark another tally on the whiteboard that was sitting next to you on the counter. Steve rolls his eyes, “Are you serious?”

You laugh, “Looks like you suck pretty bad, Steve.” You tap the white board as you count, “One. Two. Three. Four–”

“Okay! Okay, I get it” He lifts his hands up, his face obviously upset. You think about how cute he looks all annoyed. You have to admit it is one of your favorite things to do to Steve “The Hair.” Harrington. He just got so angry. Your favorite thing was when guys would come in and flirt with you, and you could easily charm them. You’d turn around when they left, wink at Steve, before pulling out the amount of numbers you’d gotten and spreading them on the counter. And, the amount was usually higher than ten.

You pout at the brown-eyed boy in front of you, “Aww, I’m sorry Stevie, I didn’t mean to make you angry.” You burst out in a laugh, before biting your lip through a smile. Man, he hated when you called him that. Steve’s cheeks tinted red and you couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. “Ha ha very funny.” He says with sarcasm before crossing his arms, “It’s the hat, I swear.” he mumbles.

You lean forward and fix the hat on his head, it has fallen a little sideways from work. You pull away and squint at him, “I think the hat is cute on you.” Steve’s face is turning brighter by the moment. “Would you two stop flirting and Y/n, get in here and help me!” Robin’s voice sounds from the back. You giggle, before hopping down off the counter, three girls approach the counter just as you do. You place your hand on Steve’s chest, “Get back to work, Harrington.” You walk to the back pushing the door open and seeing Robin, who is lifting boxes. “Oh, hold on!” you run back out and grab the whiteboard, before running back in, and shaking the sign, “look who’s got another tally.”

She laughs, “You know you could stop making him suffer trying to find girls and just tell him you like him.”

You’ve liked Steve for a good time now. You always found his personality charming. You also found him attractive physically, to you he was perfect. It wouldn’t take much for him to know about your feelings. You pay attention to every little move he makes, watching the way his mouth parts to breathe or sigh, the rise and fall of his chest as he does so. The way his eyes glow in the sun, the way it highlights his jawline, his cheekbones. And, how his lips curl into a smirk when he thinks he’s flirted well or when he’s picked on Robin, how he smiles or laughs at your jokes, your goofy actions... You’ll even listen to him talk for hours, paying attention to every single detail, even if it’s not interesting. “Robin! Don’t be so loud!”

She shrugs, “I’m just saying. I know he likes you back, Y/n.” you go and help her with the boxes, “Yeah, you say that, but why would he flirt with other girls if he likes me?” You set the box down, “And! He’s still in love with Nancy, I can see it!”

“Y/n! He flirts with you all the time, and I can tell the difference between his serious flirting and his ‘I’m lonely please date me,’ flirting. He’s serious with you!”

You roll your eyes, “Robin, Steve’s just trying to get over Nancy. Flirting badly is his way of coping. He flirts with you!” Robin scowls at the thought, “Yeahh. Buttt,”

“No buts, Rob. He doesn’t like me like that.”

“It’s different with you, Y/n! You should tell him!” you sigh, “I won’t embarrass myself by telling Steve that–”

“Tell me what?” Steve casually strolls in. You feel your cheeks turn hot, you death glare Robin, please don’t spill, please don’t spill. It’s common knowledge Robin can’t keep a secret, she’s horrible at it. So, your pinky crossing that she won't blurt it out. “Steve! Uhm, we were talking about girl stuff, right Robin?” Robin’s face looked like a deer in headlights, you bite on your bottom lip, “Robin?”

“Yeah, yeah, totally, for sure, my dude. Girl stuff that’s right. You know? The monthly blood waterfall?” She nods, quickly like five times. You mentally facepalm. “Okayy?” Steve says with furrowed brows.

The room falls quiet, Steve looks between you, your pink tinted cheeks, teeth still chewing your lip, which looks quite red from the pressure, to Robin, whose eyes are wide and bright, her cheeks blown full of air, but then she lets the air out and smiles at him awkwardly. He scrunches his nose, finding this all quite weird. He knows that he’s not the most comforting person to talk about periods in front of, but, he’s had girlfriends, why are you acting like Steve’s a ghost?

��Hellooo–??!!” you hear Erica Sinclairs voice. You take off towards the door, “I’ll get it.” you say through a loud breath. Frick, that was embarrassing.

“Hello, I’d like to try the-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, Sinclair.” You interrupt her already scooping ice cream.

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“Hello! Hello!” You're pulled out of your thoughts by Erica’s voice. “I said I’d like to try the peanut-”

“Erica, we’ve been here too long, and haven’t you tried that three times?” Erica rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, “Actually, it’s only been ten minutes! And I’d like to try it again.” You sigh, “How bout’ this? I’ll buy you a cone, any flavors you want, three scoops, and you, get out of my face?”

She thinks for a moment, “Deal.”

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After serving Erica and watching her leave with relief, you begin to clean up, not wanting to go into the back and face Steve again, “Oh God, what if he heard us?” you think. You throw your gloves in the trash. The door of the backroom swings open, “Hey.” Robin says nervously. Oh no. “Steve wants to see you… in the back.”

Frick. “Robin. Did you tell him?” She smiles nervously, “Just go see him.”

You sigh, feeling your stomach sink, your breaths are shaky as you walk into the back room. You see Steve in the corner. “Hey.” you say awkwardly as you slowly step towards him. “Hey.” He smiles at you. “Steve, I don’t know what Robin told you–” “No, no it’s fine.” He tucks a strand of your hair back. You feel heat rise to your cheeks again. “Steve–” You pull away, “Hey. Hey. I like you too, I have for a while.” He says stepping closer again. You bite your lip and smile, “Wait, really?”

Steve nods, blushing slightly.

“You’re blushing you dork.” You tease.

“Yeah, well you should see yourself,” He laughs, putting his hand on your cheek. You roll your eyes at him, before focusing on the lovely brown color of his eyes.

Steve leans in slowly, wanting to make sure you’re okay with actions. You lean in, connecting your lips.

Steve wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you close.

You both pull away when air is needed and you’re both gasping, he still holds your waist smiling down at you, “So, girlfriend and boyfriend?” he asks

You nod before the moment is broken by a loud slam outside, Steve lets go of you and you both walk out the door.

You see Robin, who just picked up the whiteboard, she does a wide smile at Steve and slowly marks a tally under the You Rock group. You roll your eyes at her as she begins to laugh. Steve does the same. “What a pair!”

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Later, when you're leaving, Robin’s still rambling, “Oh! And, when you have kids you can be like, ‘thanks to my best friend and your lovely aunt Robin, your dad and I had our first kiss! In the back of a lousy ice cream place in the mall!” She smiles, as you leave the mall doors, “Robin, I swear-” Steve threatens. She reaches up and ruffles his hair, “Congrats, dingus,” You laugh while Steve swats her hand away. You can’t believe you’re dating Steve Harrington.

#steve harrington #xreader #xyou #f!reader #fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #oneshot #steve harrington oneshot #steve stranger things #steve #stranger things

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sorrowwritesstuff · 2 years

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Missed You

Summary: When you finally find some peace after the breakup of the Eternals, you’re dragged into a situation where all your friends get back together. But, the one you’re the least happy to see is Druig, you have some unwanted feelings still directed towards him.

!Warnings!: none?

Pairing: Druig x Reader.

Tags: slight angst, fluff.

Word Count: 1.2k

*Please do not replicate, copy, rewrite my work ,or claim it as your own*

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Walking down the streets of London, you feel the breeze drift through your hair. You sigh, “Finally, some peace.” you mutter. You stop walking, and close your eyes, just taking the time to enjoy yourself even with the chilled air freezing your skin. You jump, awakened out of your tranquility by a loud sound. You pull your hood over your head, and pull your mask up, you open your bag and pull out a knife, just in case. You run around the corner, and toss your bag to the side.

Your eyes widen as you see, a Deviant? You see Ikaris using his power to fight the monster, as well as the others. “Crap.” You whisper. You don’t want to see the others. After what happened with Druig, you just kind of… broke. You didn’t want to do anything besides sit in your bed and stare, think, breathe. Afterall, what else was there to do? Your friends, your family; they left you.

Eventually though, you realized that you could still help people in secret, whether that was through using your powers or just your physical capabilities. And, that’s what kept you going.

The thoughts of Druig never left your mind though. You constantly tell yourself you’re over it, you don’t like him anymore, and you don’t care about the others either, but then Druig’s image, the memories you had, they will never leave. Why can’t you get over it? He caused this. You should be beyond angry.

You help with fighting the Deviant, and as it swims away, you put your head down and begin to walk past the three, you just wanted to get home. “Hey!” Sersi grabs your shoulder, “You really shouldn’t be walking around with that thing on the loose.” Did they really not notice you using your power? You stare for a moment, staring into her eyes. You nod and try to walk away, but she grabs your arm again, “Do I know you?” she stares closely at your eyes. “Y/n?”

You stare blankly at her, feeling uncertain. Should you tell her? Should you run? You shake your head and walk swiftly away.

You lean your head against the wall when you arrive home. You take your hood and mask off and breathe. Why do you feel guilty? You plop onto your couch, and lay down. You groan and run your hands through your hair. You reach down into your bag to grab your water bottle- wait, where’s your bag? You sit up quickly and look around frantically.

“No, no, no, no…” you mumble, you couldn’t have left your bag, oh God, you left your bag! They’ll know, they’ll know it’s you. You go back to your couch and throw yourself down face first. “The world’s against me…” you think.

About fifteen minutes later, right as you were hoping they didn’t notice, the door sounds a knock. No point in putting your mask on, since you left your bag open, with your id right there! You swing the door open aggressively, and as to no surprise, you see them. “Y/n!” Sersi smiles.

“Wow, big surprise. I bet it was hard to find me, huh?” You can’t help but smirk. Sersi laughs, and then it goes quiet, and very quickly becomes awkward. “So… you wanna come inside, or?” you ask, pointing your thumb inside your place.

They look between each other, Ikaris starts, “Look, Y/n, we need you to come with us. As you saw–”

“Ah, ah. I’m not getting back into that mess.” you cross your arms. “Please, Y/n, we need you.” Sersi pleads. You sigh, “Fine, I’ll go.”

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“Alright, now just… Makkari, and Druig.” Sersi says. “So we’ll go to Druig first.”

“I’m not going.” You speak up immediately. “Come on, Y/n! Don’t be a drag because Druig left you.” Sprite crosses her legs. “You can’t pretend like you’re not even a little excited to see him.”

“I don’t like him like that anymore, and he probably feels the same.” You bounce your leg nervously. You hear a “mmm-hmmm,” or a “sure.” from almost everyone. You scoff and roll your eyes.

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After you got there and you were practically dragged out by Sprite. You started to approach the camp. You were annoyed by all the bugs around you, and the constant teasing from your friends. But, you finally arrived.

You watch as Sprite speaks to a man, his eyes then glow gold, “Hello Sprite,” You sigh, he’s really got this whole village under control?

Druig comes from two doors, as he steps down, he seems to glance over everyone. He puts his arms behind his back, “I’ve missed all of you,” finally, his eyes land to you. He takes his time looking you over, scanning your form up and down. You shift your weight, trying desperately to push back the heat forming in your cheeks. “Please, make yourselves at home.” He looks back at your face with a smirk.

As you all step in the church-like building, you realize you’re last in line. As you walk through the door frame, “Miss me?” you turn to Druig who is smirking once again. Even though you’re visibly flustered, cheeks blushed brightly, you look at him with confusion, why is he acting like nothing changed, like he didn’t leave? Does he still like you? How is he making you feel this way? You squint at him and continue into the building, feeling anger, hurt, but you also can't get rid of the butterflies.

You lean against the wall by the door, staring straight ahead as Ikaris talks to Druig. You zone out over the arguing. After he’s done with Ikaris, you start to pay attention again. And when he runs out the door, everyone looks at you. You roll your eyes, “Ah! Screw you guys.” you open the door and chase him.

When you find him, he’s leaning against a tree. His eyes meet with yours. He looks down, before walking up to you. You feel your breathing increase, but you ignore it. “Druig.”

“So they sent you? Guess they truly do know how to convince me.” He rubs the ends of your hair, “What?”

“You’re my ‘weakness’, if you’d call it that.” You roll your eyes, “C’mon, Druig, stop with the smooth talk, I hate it.” He smirks, “Then why are you blushing?”

You ignore him, “Bastard.” you mumble. He laughs, “you know I’ve missed that,” You raise a brow, “Your insults.” you smile softly at him, “that too, lovely smile.”

You smile again, this time wider, before your face falls, and you tilt your head down, “Druig, there’s no words to describe how much I’ve missed you, it’s been hell.”

He lifts your chin to look at him, “I wish it didn’t end that way,”

Silence falls over you two, you stare into each other's eyes, the moment’s heavy.

You let go, “Druig, please, we need you to come.” as you start to walk away, Druig pulls you back and into a kiss.

You kiss back.

He pulls away, it was a short but loving kiss. “My weakness.” He looks at you.

Suddenly you hear something from the village, something unpleasant.

#Druig #druig eternals #xreader #xyou #marvel #oneshot #druig x reader

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sorrowwritesstuff · 2 years

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Not When I Was Falling In Love.

Summary: On a mission with Pietro, you fight through the bad guys and rescue the hostages. When you look for information and finally find it, you call Pietro only to be left with no answer. When you find him, you say words out of pain and fear, but they are the truth that you never thought you'd say.

!Warnings!: Blood, gunshot wounds, passing out/fainting, mention of kidnapping, mention of dead bodies/corpses, murder, killing, and I think that's it.

Tags/Pairing: Pietro MaximoffxF!Reader, angst, slight fluff.

Word Count: 1.3k

Authors Note: I don't think the writing of the injuries is that good, and I'm sorry if it shows anything the wrong way!

*Please do not replicate, copy, rewrite my work ,or claim it as your own*

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You sit upon a tree, feeling the textured branch dig into your fingers as you stable yourself. You put a hand on your forehead, shielding your eyes, and look into the distance, focusing on your surroundings, you look down at Pietro; silently waiting behind a thick tree. You point to a small tent in the distance and nod at him.

Pietro peeks around the corner of the tree, looking at the tent and then nodding, speeding off towards it.

You sigh, starting to climb down the tree. You are on a mission, the fourth one this week. Children and their parents have been kidnapped, and you just happened to figure out that they are in that tent. You love saving lives, seeing the faces of happiness when the victims were set free always makes you smile. But, sometimes you just want some time to relax and enjoy your life a little more.

You get tired, stressed, worried- it's like the bad emotions never end. That's why you always admire Pietro, he never seems to run out of energy. You and Pietro have been in a "relationship" for a while now, not an official one although you both act like you've been dating for five years.

You lean against the trunk of the tree, crossing your arms and sighing as the sound of men being hit to the ground plays behind you. He makes you worried, he really does. Pietro doesn't know it, but you've never felt this way for anyone else.

Everything he does always seems to put a smile on your face. His jokes, his small actions or touches, the way his eyes light up when he's excited, even his laugh makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. And, the more dangerous these missions get the more you feel anxious. What if you lose him? What would you do?

Your cut out of thought by Pietro rushing by you, giving you a wink as he does. You should be helping him, definitely should be helping him right now.

You turn around, looking across to where the tent is. The forest is covered in people that Pietro's already taken care of, men and women's bodies splayed across the dirt.

Seeing that there's a couple left, you sneak up and take two of them out, watching as Pietro's form flies across the field. If this place wasn't covered in blood and bodies, you would say it's beautiful. The tall dark trees fill the area, their leaves shading everything perfectly. You would love it if this was just you and Pietro, maybe you could return someday when there are... fewer murderers.

As you take care of the last guy, watching his body fall to the ground, you meet up with Pietro, who's already inside the tent.

You see the victims, shaking parents clutching their children tightly. Pietro assures them that it's going to be okay. You help them up, looking at their fragile forms. How do people do this to people? Families, especially, it can be quite sickening to see.

You step outside the tent, watching as the people make their way back to their homes, wherever that might be. A child turns around in their mother's arms and waves to you. You smile and return the wave before looking to Pietro.

He was covered in blood and his hair was a mess, but that didn't stop you from pulling him into a deep kiss. You usually did this after missions, it helped you realize that he was still there. Pietro's hands find your waist and he pulls you deeper.

You pull away and he smiles at you, picking you up for a moment and kissing you again, before setting you back on the ground. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He looks up at the trees. "Yes," You pull away from his arms, "Wish we could've found this place before these guys." you walk towards one of the men, "Now, just to find information about who they are, and go back home." You lean down and ruffle through one of the bodies of the corpses.

After you found it was empty, you make your way back inside the tent. You search around, looking through drawers, cupboards, clothes, whatever could hold information. "gotcha" you whisper as you pick up the identification of one of the men out of a drawer, their employer's logo stamped big on the left corner of the card.

"Pietro! I found it!" You yell. You study the card, flipping it over as you wait for a response. "Pietro!" you yell again.

When an answer doesn't come this time, you feel your heart sink, "Maximoff, I swear." you mumble as you push out of the tent, "Pietro!?" you hear your voice echo.

You turn the corner of the tent and gasp, gunshots immediately fire at you, you push behind the tent again, trying to process what you just saw. Pietro lies on the ground, a bullet wound on his side, his blood seeping through his shirt. "Please don't be dead, please don't be dead!" you think to yourself.

You peek around the corner and take the guy out. You immediately rush to Pietro's side, holstering your gun. You shakily check his pulse, using your other hand to put pressure on the wound. "Don't do this to me, Pietro." You don't feel a pulse, tears threaten to escape your eyes as you try to focus, "C'mon, Pietro! You can't do this!"

You pull your radio out, watching as it vibrates from your shaky hands, you push the button, "Tony! Nat! Steve! Anyone! I need medical assistance! Pietro is shot! PIETRO IS SHOT!" you yell, blood covers your other hand as you still apply firm pressure to the wound, trying your best to keep him alive. It's only been a couple of minutes, how could he die?

"You can't do this, Maximoff!" You lean down pressing your forehead to his chest, "Not when I was falling in love!" you let the tears fall, hearing helicopter sounds coming.

You sit back up and put your hand back to his neck again pushing in, and keeping them there for a few minutes, wait. "Pietro?" you sniff as you feel a small pulse against your fingers. He barely opens his eyes, "Princess?"

You smile, pushing your forehead to his, "I love you." you whisper, as calmness comes over you, it's the only thing you thought to say, and it was true. He sloppily smiles, before his eyes close again. The medics get out of the helicopter, and before you know it you're flying away.

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It's been two weeks since Pietro was shot. Luckily, the doctors told you that he won't take that long to recover. You weren't able to see Pietro, whether that be other missions or the doctors telling you he was resting, and it was killing you.

But, today you were finally able to see him again. You sit nervously in a chair outside the room, twiddling your thumbs and bouncing your leg. You were excited but nervous. A nurse pushes out of the room and nods at you, to which you nod back and stand up.

You walk into the room, a smile forming on your face as he looks up at you. "Why, hello there," he says. You rush up to him and kiss him, feeling so many emotions wash over you. "Happy to see me?" He smirks pulling away. "Please, never do that again." you sit in a nearby chair, holding his hand.

"Yes, I'm sorry for 'choosing' to get shot," he says with sarcasm. You roll your eyes. You remember what you said that day, the day he got shot. You bite your lip looking down at your lap, "So, exactly how much do you remember?"

"I remember the feeling of the ground when I hit it, the immense pain of being shot, oh and," He reaches over, grabbing your chin to look up at him, "I love you too, beautiful."

Blush forms across your cheeks as you try and contain your smile.

#pietro maximoff #xreader #xyou #marvel #quicksilver #oneshot #pietro maximoff x reader

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sorrowwritesstuff · 2 years

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Masked Man - Matt Murdock

Summary: After stopping in Hell's Kitchen for some food, you're taken on an adventure. A mysterious masked man is going around and you've made it your job to figure out who it is. You end up wandering into a law firm, which is where you meet your top suspect.

!Warnings!: none?;

Tags: Matt Murdock x Reader.

Word Count: 1.2k

*Please do not replicate, copy, rewrite my work ,or claim it as your own*

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You were driving through Hell's Kitchen, New York. You stopped at a small restaurant to take a break from the long drive you had been taking. As you start to dig into your food, you overhear mumbles from the table in front of you. You furrow your brows, "did you hear about the guy?"

"Yeah, he's been everywhere, he keeps fighting people." Hm? "They say he wears this weird blindfold thing, I wonder who he is."

After you finished eating, thinking about the man all the time you were doing so, you decided that your curiosity was peaked too much and you needed to investigate. After all, how could you turn down such an opportunity?

After searching most of the local areas, you decide to pop into a law firm, who knows, they may have something. "Nelson and Murdock Law Office" You slowly step inside. You wander for a bit before you come across a room and open the door, "Hello!" you jump at the sudden introduction. A man with brownish-colored eyes looks up at you from a small desk in the middle of the room, "Sorry,"

"Hi," you nod and laugh awkwardly, stepping inside the office-like room and shutting the door behind you. He smiles, taking your features in briefly. "How can I help you?"

"Oh, well, I wanted to know about something." you put your hands behind your back. He laughs at your words, you're a little jumbled from being scared, "Okay, what do you want to know about?"

"Well, do you know anything about-"

The door shuts behind you, making you turn around swiftly, you see another man. He was tall, had brown hair, and was wearing dark lensed glasses. He pauses looking down "Sorry," he laughs through a breathy smile, "Is someone in here?"

"Yes," you say hesitantly, wondering why that's not obvious. You don't know what to do with yourself as you stand awkwardly in the room, looking at the attractive man and feeling more stupid than ever.

"In front of you, slightly to your right." The brown-eyed man sounds annoyed. He walks towards you, "Sorry, blind." He points to his glasses. "Oh." is all that comes out of your mouth. He laughs, "Please, sit." He gestures to the chair in front of you. You nod, staring at him, feeling a flustered heat form in your cheeks, "Thanks."

He moves around the desk and takes the seat next to the brown-eyed man, as he does so you hear the brown-eyed man mumble, "every time."

You sit down in the chair, "now what is it you need?" Matt says, a smirk plastered on his face. You take him in, geez, are you seriously attracted to a man who can't even see you? You fold your hands on the table, twiddling your thumbs, "Yes, so, I wanted to know if you guys have had any cases on a man with a blindfold type mask on his face?"

"No, unfortunately, we don't know anything about him-" "Why would you suspect that we do?" Matt interrupts Foggy. You smirk, "Why wouldn't I? It seems to be the talk of the town." He goes quiet for a moment, "Are you from here? I don't think I recognize your voice."

"No, you could say that I'm just staying for a while." You can't help but suspect him, he's too on guard, acting too weird.

He nods slowly, before taking off his glasses and putting them on the table, "Well, if that's all," Foggy speaks again,

"Actually, do you guys have any job spots open? I have some experience-"

"No, unfortunately-"

"Sure." Matt interrupts once again, "I need an assistant, Foggy's not always around, plus, if you know anything about law, which I'm guessing you at least have something, curiosity at least, seeming you're investigating, even better." Foggy glares at him. "Thank you, Mr.?"

"Murdock, Matt Murdock, that's Foggy Nelson."

"Thank you, Mr. Murdock." You glance down, great, now you just need to find a place to stay. You can't believe you're going to stay in a place because of your curiosity.

It's been about three days since you've been working for Matt, mostly just reading him things or helping him around, but it's nice.

You sit across from him, reading him case files. You yawn, covering your mouth and meeting his covered eyes, "sorry."

"What's wrong?" He leans forward, resting his arms on the desk, "I'm fine." you reply. "No, you're not, that's the fifth time you've yawned in thirty minutes." You sigh, putting the papers in their envelope on your lap, "I haven't been getting much sleep."

"Why's that?" He pauses before smirking, "Trying to find masked man?" You roll your eyes, that's what you've been calling the man, "Yes, and I think I've got a suspect. But that's not why I'm tired."

He chuckles not taking your first comment seriously, "Then, why are you so sleepy?"

"Well, I," you look down shyly, "I've been sleeping in not too comfortable situations."

Matt stands and walks behind you, you turn your chair to look up at him. He stretches, lifting his arms. You watch his movements, analyzing every part of them. You feel the heat rush to your cheeks as he looks back down at you in your chair, "Tell me,"

"I've been sleeping in my car," You look down again, feeling embarrassed, what could you do? It wasn't like you brought much money. He somehow grabs your chin gently and lifts it, making you look back towards him, "Stay with me," His tone didn't sound like it was an offer, "I can't do that, Mr. Murdock-" you feel your heart pounding in your chest. "Matt. And you will, I'm not letting my assistant sleep on the streets. You could get badly hurt."

You stand up, soon regretting it as your bodies are extremely close, "I can handle myself."

"I'm sure you can, but the answer is no, I'm not letting you leave this place until you agree."

Your stomach is sick with butterflies, "Oh, yeah? What're you gonna do?"

You walk towards the door and he grabs your arm in an instant, pushing you against the wall. You scan over his features and look away. He raises a brow at you, "So, what's it gonna be?" His mouth lifts into a smirk. You breathe heavy, feeling your mouth fall into a smile, "Hm?"

"Fine! Fine!" you laugh, he smiles and steps away from you, "I need to get my stuff though," You walk towards the door once more, "I'm coming with you then." He says. You sigh and look back at him, "Really, Mr-" "Matt, c'mon, just cooperate." You roll your eyes, "You don't need to come with me, Matt."

"Well if I don't you'll just end up in your car again." Your hand sits on the hand of the door, "What makes you think that I would do that." you try to sound the least sarcastic as possible. "You're stubborn."

"Look at you, thinking you know everything about me." You walk out the door and to the one that leaves the building.

As you leave you look back at him once more, "just so you know, that whole stunt back there," He nods, with a confident smirk, "Is why you're my top suspect, Masked Man." You watch as his smile drops, feeling the satisfaction, you turn back ahead and start walking faster.

#matt murdock #marvel #daredevil #xreader #xyou #matt murdock x reader

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You Like The Fight - Loki Laufeyson

Summary: You find yourself in an unknown location, not knowing how you got there. After finding out Loki kidnapped you, you break from the bondage and fight him, but it ends in a very different situation.

!Warnings!: Blood, violence, kidnapping, knives, mentions of stabbing.

Tags: Loki x F!Reader, angst, spice.

Word Count: 628.

*Please do not replicate, copy, rewrite, my work or claim it as your own*

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Here you are, in a building, you don't know where. Your hands are tied with rope behind your back, your ankles tied to the chair you sit in. The last thing you remember you were walking down the street to the grocery store, now you're here.

You pull against the ropes, looking around trying to see if you can see anything. The only light in the room is from a curtained window, but there's nothing that you can see past it.

Suddenly, there's a laugh in front of you, it was far, but you could tell it was in the same room. "You think that's going to do anything?" A figure comes into light. Loki, you recognize him. You're associated with the Avengers, and you've heard about him quite a few times.

He leans down in front of your face, looking into your eyes, "recognize me?" he laughs, before grimacing. You glare at him as he touches your face. You gasp as you feel a sting and pull away. You see the blood on his fingers, "Sorry about that darling, pavement must've cut you when you passed out."

"What do you want, Laufeyson?" you speak with acid. "Ooo, I didn't expect you to have so much fire, dear."

He steps back, "Leverage. They'll be coming for you." He turns around and walks back into the darkness. You pull a knife out of your pants, you keep it there for emergencies, working with The Avengers gives you a lot of enemies. You cut the rope swiftly before moving to your ankles, so quickly you hope he doesn't notice.

You get up and rush to him, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him to the wall, you push your knife to his throat. His eyes widen for a moment before he starts to laugh again. "I like you." he pops behind you and pushes you to the floor. You struggle under him, trying to get free.

He smirks at you, "Nice position isn't it-" You flip over and put your knife to his throat again, "Don't try anything, Loufeyson. I will stab you until you bleed out and die."

He laughs again, sending chills down your spine. "I dare you, love." your jaw drops lightly. He smirks at you again, "That's what I thought-" You slap him hard across the face and then do it again. Hoping for some type of reaction. He looks back into your eyes, licking the blood from his lip. "Oh, I love the fight, please, do it again." he smiles wickedly.

You hate yourself for blushing at his remarks. You shift your body on top of him, feeling uncomfortable. You feel Loki's hands move to your hips, making you jump. "You know what, darling?" He flips you over making you groan as your back hits the floor harshly, "I think you like the fight too,"

"Am I correct?" He strokes your jaw with his hand, "No!" You strain over heavy breaths, man your back hurts from that. "Don't lie. If I were to kiss you right now, you'd love it, you love the fire, the pain..."

You couldn't deny it, Loki was extremely attractive, you've seen pictures of him before, and even though you want to kill him, you wouldn't mind being his... God, you need therapy.

"So, am I correct, darling?" Your stomach pings at the word rolling off his tongue. You nod shamefully, making him smirk once again. He brings his body down and connects your lips.

#loki #lokilaufeyson #xreader #oneshot #readerxcharacter

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Party - Bucky Barnes

Summary: You go to Tony’s Valentine’s Day Party, not expecting anything. However, after dancing with a complete stranger, Bucky pulls you away and says something you’ll never forget.

!Warnings!: Mentions of drunkenness.

Tags: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader.

Word Count: 787.

*Please do not replicate, copy, rewrite, my work or claim it as your own*

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You pull your dress down as you walk from your room. "I cannot believe I'm doing this." you look back at Nat, who's smirking at you. "You'll be fine, you look hot, and the guys will be all over you, just have fun."

You roll your eyes as you continue to walk. Tonight you're going to a party, which would be fine if it wasn't Tony's Valentine's Day Special. The pressure to be with someone is on, and you hate it. What's wrong with being single, after all? No one's holding you down, stopping you from having fun. It's not like you even want to date, you don't have a crush or anythi-

"Barnes' going to be there."

You immediately stop, your face dropping. "What!?"

Great, just great. You're in a short red dress about to enter a party with the hottest guy you know being able to stare, to judge. Not that you were insecure, but with Bucky, it was different. When his eyes scanned you, you felt vulnerable, naked. You hated how he could so easily make you have butterflies. "I thought you didn't like anyone?" Nat looks you up and down. That's why she picked this dress.

You cross your arms and look to the side, "You're evil." you start walking again, ignoring the giggles from Nat behind you.

When you enter the party, your stomach erupts with more butterflies than you already had before. The music wasn't slow, but it was romantic. And because it's Tony's party, it wasn't exactly PG either. Your mind flashes to images of you and Bucky dancing to it, "Stop, get yourself together." You mumble under your breath.

Nat, who quickly caught up with you, leaned close to your ear, "You go dance, I'll get us drinks." You nod and head towards the many people dancing in the middle of the room. Partners of all kinds dancing with each other. You close your eyes as you enter the chaos, take a deep breath, and smile. Have fun. You remember Nat's words. You start to dance, swaying your body lightly at first.

You laugh, opening your eyes for a moment as the music surges through your limbs. You look through the many people in front of you and meet eyes with someone, Bucky. You don't stop dancing for the moment, but when a man walks in front of you and you break eye contact, you stop moving your body.

"Dance with me?" He looks at you. You reluctantly nod and take his hand that he has reached out. He takes you into a different spot in the room and spins you around, pushing your body against his. You can't help but think of Bucky's handsome face, the way his eyes met with yours, you wish this was him and you hate yourself for it. Nat must've got lost in conversation, cause there's no way it takes this long for drinks.

He turns you around so you're facing him, he breathes on you and you can tell that this man has had a little much to drink. "Kiss me, beautiful." He slurs. "uh-"

"She's taken." you look to see Bucky, he looks from the man to you and then down to your body and back up making your nerves spike. "Then why's she dancing with me-"

"Baby! There you are, I want to dance come on!" you play it off, desperately trying to escape the situation. You push yourself into Bucky's arms and he wraps them tightly around your waist. "Let's go Doll," He glares at the man before walking away with you. Your cheeks turn pink at Bucky's hand planted on your waist.

Once you are far enough away, you start dancing with Bucky, your thoughts were coming to life and you let the music course through your body again, you and Buck being in a corner, away from most people, makes this feel much more personal than it should.

As the music transitions into another song, you speak over it, "Thank you, I don't know what I would've done in that situation."

He smiles, getting closer "You thought I was just doing that to get you away from him?" He looks to your lips before meeting your eyes again. He brings his hand to your jaw and rubs his thumb along your bottom lip, "You're taken, Doll." He leans close to your ear, "Because, you're mine."

"Bucky-" Your body freezes and you feel the hot blood rush to your cheeks. His breath makes you shudder. He kisses your jaw, "Isn't that right, princess?"

You nod, feeling him smirk against your neck as you do so, "Yes, Bucky, I'm yours..." you say the words you always wanted to say.

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First post, hope you enjoyed!

I also have this posted on my Wattpad, along with all the other oneshots I post on this page! @ sorrowwrites_

#buckybarnes #buckybarnesxreader #readerxcharacter #buckybarnesxyou #oneshot #marvel

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