Daredevil / Charlie Cox In The She-Hulk End Credits

Daredevil / Charlie Cox in the She-Hulk end credits

Written in the Stars

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend, Bucky, takes you on a date full of surprises under the stars.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning(s): none really / lots of fluffy goodness / Bucky being a romantic for anybody who needs to prepare their heart for that lol / slight insinuation in the end

requested by @skittle479

a/n: This was so fun to write and genuinely the fluffy goodness I needed in my life after the week I had lol Once again thank you to everyone for being patient with me!! 💖 Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! ❤️ Feedback is always greatly appreciated!! ❤️❤️❤️

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“ No peaking, Y/n,” Bucky’s voice echoed in the darkness. 

“ Even if I did peak I wouldn’t be able to see anything,” you pointed out. Reminding your boyfriend of the blindfold he had placed over your eyes minutes prior to entering this unknown building. One he had assured you he was given full access to due to a friend of a friend. Whatever that meant—you didn’t question it. 

Bucky’s footsteps approached you, “ Still, no peaking.” He insisted once more, a kiss swiftly landing on your forehead. You extended your hands out, feeling the air hoping to land on Bucky. You missed only slightly, as he was already walking away to who knows where.

You were restless waiting to find out what surprise Bucky had planned for you. Surprises were a rarity in your relationship, but Bucky seemed particularly excited over this one. 

“ You can take the blindfold off, but don’t move yet!” Bucky instructed, raising his voice loud enough to reach you. You did as told and removed the blindfold from your eyes. The room around you was pitch black, to the point where you could barely make out the outline of your own hands. You wouldn’t be able to move an inch without knowing what lay in front of you. 

Maybe it was best you listened to Bucky and stayed right where you were.  

You perked up at the whirring of a machine, confusion etching on your face. Your eyes darted around in the darkness trying to find the source of the sound. Suddenly, an almost thunderous noise erupts from above you and then a flash of light appears. 

Your hands go up to shield your eyes as you blink rapidly to adjust to the change of light in the room. It takes them a second to adjust, and once they do you lower your hands to find what the source of the light was. The moment you locate it you are rendered speechless. 

Above you was a sea of stars. The bright twinkling celestial bodies were dancing in the dark blue almost purple sky. You had never seen the stars so clearly before in your life. Living and growing up in New York City made that an impossible sight to witness. 

“ You always complain about not being able to see the stars at night, and with work, we barely get to take a breather and watch them anywhere else, so I thought I could bring the stars to you,” Bucky spoke up. You broke away from the sky to find Bucky in the center of the room—one you had deduced was the showroom of a planetarium. 

You were in awe of your boyfriend. He was standing next to a blue and white checkered blanket that held an array of containers and a basket on top of it. The ceiling above began to morph into different galaxies casting the most beautiful hues around the room. 

Bucky had arranged a picnic under the stars for your date night. 

Overcome with emotion, you rushed over to Bucky and engulfed him in a hug. He returned it enthusiastically, his chest reverberating with a chuckle,“ Do you like it, Doll?” He asked, pulling away slightly to look you in the eye.

“ Bucky, I love it,” you assured him before bringing him in for a deep kiss. He returned it with as much passion, his hand pulling you in closer by the nape of your neck. 

After a minute, Bucky pulled away reluctantly, “ I could kiss you all night, but the food’s gonna get cold if I do.” He laughed at the pouty look on your face before pulling you over to the picnic blanket. You would be lying if you said you weren’t dying to try whatever smelled so good in the basket. 

You sat down, cross-legged across from each other. Only a few inches were separating your bodies, the sky above you still rotating from one sea of constellations to the next. Bucky was setting up the food to the left of you, which happened to be an arrangement of different tea sandwiches all seemingly of different kinds with a fruit salad as a side. 

“ My Ma used to make these all the time. I tried making them just like she used to,” he explained, uncorking a bottle of wine for you to share. Bucky wasn’t a wine kind of guy, but he knew how much you enjoyed a glass, and the specific brand he bought was your favorite. Knowing that Bucky took his time to make and plan all this for the two of you warmed your heart. You would never get to meet his mother, and yet you felt as though with him sharing this piece of his past with you, you were meeting a part of her. 

You and Bucky had been dating for six months, and before that, you had been mission partners for about a year. There was a lot you got to know about each other during that time, however, anything that had to do with Bucky’s childhood was rarely touched upon. You knew it was a difficult subject to dive into, knowing everything that Bucky had gone through to be here with you now. You never brought it up, knowing that whatever Bucky was willing to open up to you about, he would do so at his own time. 

You broke away from your thoughts as Bucky handed you a glass of wine, “ Feel free to grab as much as you want,” he motioned over to all the food. You smiled, taking the glass from his hand,“ Thank you, Bucky, this is beyond wonderful.” A sheepish smile overtook his features, “ Anything for you, Y/n.” You knew deep in your heart he truly meant that. 

For the next half hour or so you both relished in the food and breathtaking sights above you. You shared a few stories from your life, all involving the many adventures you went on during high school, which stemmed from many risky and stupid decisions. Bucky shared his own stories of his antics on missions with Sam and Steve all from before you joined the Avengers. All in all, you were getting more glimpses of each other lives and becoming even closer as a result. 

Bucky broke from the conversation and directed your attention back to the stars where they were now falling in streaks of white light. The screen was projecting a meteor shower in a navy blue sky. You were entranced by the beauty of it when one meteor caught your attention in particular. Instead of falling down in the same path as the rest of the meteors, it was dashing across the screen before disappearing into nothing. 

You glanced over at Bucky who wasn’t phased by it and continued to look at the meteor shower. You decided to not think much of it and looked back up at the sky again. However, this time there wasn’t just one meteor going in a different direction, now there were multiple.  

They dashed up and down, left and right, all across the sky. Your eyes did their best to follow the meteors around the screen until you noticed there was a reason for their insanity. They were spelling out something in the sky. Different parts of the words lit up at different times until all at once they displayed themselves on the screen. 

I Love You.

A small gasp escaped your lips. Bucky and you had not said those words to each other yet. You both showed how much you cared for one another through actions rather than words. There was no doubt between you that there was love here—it was only that neither of you had said it out loud. 

You met eyes with Bucky, the constellations above reflecting brightly in his eyes. “ I know it was a showy way to say it, but I love you, Y/n. I should’ve said it sooner, but—” you stopped him right there with a kiss. 

“ I love you too, Bucky. You don’t have to justify anything, this was perfect,” you broke away to speak your mind before pressing your lips against his once more. He grabbed your waist and maneuvered you over to straddle his lap, your hands finding their way to his hair. As every second passed, the intensity between you increased. 

You showed each other how much you loved one another for the rest of the night with only the stars bearing witness. 

Staring Right Through Me

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Nurse!Reader

Summary: After getting caught in the crossfires of the dangers in Hell's Kitchen, Matt decided to teach you how to defend yourself.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning(s): mentions of past injuries / fighting techniques / fluff / slightly suggestive tones

requested by anonymous

a/n: this is request #1 of my birthday bingo celebration!! ❤️❤️❤️ The original post of the birthday bingo card can be found here. Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! 💗💕

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“Matt? Are you in here?” Your voice echoed across the seemingly empty boxing gym. You closed the door behind you hesitantly, unsure if you were even allowed to be here during such late hours. Matt made it clear it was perfectly fine, and since all your shifts at the hospital ran into the night, this was the most convenient time for Matt to teach you some basics in self-defense. 

You knew of the dangers plaguing Hell’s Kitchen, and working in the emergency room at Metro-General Hospital you saw the consequences of those dangers every day. It wasn’t until last week that you yourself were caught in the crossfires of such dangers. You shuddered at the memory, knowing that if it weren’t for Matt or rather Daredevil, you might not be standing here right now. 

“Matt?” You called out again, your voice a little louder this time. You heard a shuffling sound in return, “Y/n, over here. I’m just getting this bag set up.” Matt’s voice perked up from behind the boxing ring. You followed the sound and found Matt setting up a separate punching bag from one that was already hanging from the ceiling. 

“We’ll start you off with this one, it's made for beginners so it's lighter than that one,” Matt explained as you placed your tote bag on the ground by the boxing ring. You tried getting a good look at him, but the lights in the gym were so spotty it was hard to make out any details from where you both stood.

 “ Got it. So, what are you teaching me today, Mr.Murdock?” You asked, saying his last name in a playful manner. This brought a smile to his face, “ We’ll start with the basics today by teaching you how to throw a proper punch.” You mocked offense at the implication of his words, stepping closer to him, “ Hey, I’ll remind you I knocked out a guy with a punch last week.” You pointed out. Matt stepped closer to you too, coming into the light, giving you a better look at him. 

He was shirtless, his upper body glistening with sweat. A pair of sweatpants was the only piece of clothing on his body. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, so it was obvious he had gotten in a workout prior to your arrival. You had seen Matt shirtless countless times before, as you frequently treated his vigilante wounds, however, this time in the solitude of the dim gym, something felt different. 

You felt different. 

“ You did, but you also injured yourself in the process,” he reminded you, taking your right hand into his. He gently ran his thumb over your knuckles which still had a purplish hue to them. You stared at the gesture, a warm feeling settling in your heart. 

“ I’m okay, though. I promise. I had it x-rayed and everything. No broken bones, just a few bruises,” you flipped his hand over and placed your own above his and gave it a few squeezes so he could feel how perfectly fine your hand was. His worried features softened.

“ I want you to know that even though I’m teaching you how to defend yourself, I’m still keeping my promise,” he stated, his tone determined. 

The promise to keep you safe. One he made many months ago when you first started patching up his injuries. The catalyst to establishing a beautiful friendship. 

You smiled fondly at the memory,” I know you will.” 

You hoped Matt wasn’t using his heightened senses right now. If he was then he would be able to hear how fast your heart was beating and sense how jittery you were at the proximity of your bodies. Even so, you didn’t need any sort of superhuman abilities to sense the intensity of the tension in the room. 

Your eyes darted around for a fan, suddenly feeling a little faint. 

You cleared your throat to compose yourself, “So. . .to throw a proper punch. What do I need to do?” You moved the direction of the conversation back to the purpose of tonight’s rendezvous. If Matt could sense your nervousness, he didn’t say anything and instead followed your lead. 

“ First, you need to start with a proper fist,” he instructed, using both of his hands to fix your fingers into a fist. “ I could tell you knew how to position your thumb and pinky, but you need to work on the tightness of your fist and making sure you lock it in with your wrist.” He showed you by making a fist of his own. 

He continued on, giving you pointers until he was sure your fist was in proper form. He did this by continuously having you punch the palm of his hands to feel the progression of your punches. 

From there he moved on to posture. He showed you his own stances, and using the heavier punching bag he threw a few to show you what the entire body was supposed to look like. Once it was your turn, you tried your best with the lighter punching bag, but you could tell something was off about your stance.

“ Your fists are too low. You want to keep them level with your cheeks to make sure your face is protected,” he came over to you and moved your arms a little higher. “ Make sure your elbows stay slightly bent too,” he touched both of your elbows and moved them into a slightly angled position,” There. Now try again and take a deep breath. You’re going to cut off the circulation in your fingers if you’re too tense,” he advised. 

You stood there frozen for a second. The entire time he had helped you with your stance you were holding your breath. You were suddenly aware of just how much Matt could actually see. You knew his heightened senses had to be extraordinary to be able to fight like he did, but right now being the sole object of those senses made you feel almost naked in front of him. There were things Matt could sense and figure out that no one else could. You felt like he was staring right through you into your soul where all your secrets lay hidden. 

Like the one where you absolutely and irrevocably had feelings for him.

You did as he said and took in a deep breath trying your best to relax your shoulders and relieve some of the tension your body was holding onto. You didn’t need any of your secrets revealed tonight. 

You continued to assault the punching bag, adjusting anything Matt told you to. Unfortunately for you, the more he helped you, the more focus you lost. All of his touches on your body were lingering and leaving the desire for more. Your heart had skipped a beat way too many times you were almost convinced it would stop eventually. 

It didn’t help when he would demonstrate proper form over and over and all you could stare at is the way his muscles would flex with every hit. There was so much power and confidence in the way he went about it that made him a hundred times more attractive in your eyes.  You weren’t sure how many sessions of self-defense Matt had planned to give you, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your feelings hidden for long when he was so close.

“ You almost got it. Your defensive position needs to complement your stance. Your legs should be an inch farther apart and your hips should be more like this,” his hands landed lightly on both sides of your hips causing a tiny gasp to escape your lips. There was no way he didn’t hear that. 

“ Everything okay?” He asked concerned, his face mere inches from your own. 

“Sorry, I can’t focus when you look at me like that,” you confessed, tired of fighting your own emotions. The attention he was giving you had become too much to handle. 

He frowned, confusion etching his features, ” Like what?” 

“ Like that—” you stepped away from his touch,” like with all your heightened senses. It’s like you can tell, like you know—” 

“ Like I know what?” His tone indicated he was catching on to what you meant.

Silence followed his question. 

“ Like I know what?” He repeated himself, enunciating every word while closing the gap between you once more.

“ The effect you have on me,” your voice was reduced to a whisper, but you knew he could hear you. 

It was his turn to freeze in his spot, the dots connecting in his head. 

“ I understand. You’ve had that same effect on me since the moment I met you.” It was his turn to confess. You looked at him surprised, his words giving your emotions permission to run wild once more. 

He grabbed your hand and placed it on top of his chest, right where his heart was. You felt how fast it was racing beneath your fingertips. You weren’t sure whose heart was more uncontrollable—yours or his. 

“Matt. . .” your voice trailed off not knowing what to say. What was the right thing to say in a moment like this?

Apparently, nothing said could come close to explaining the emotions that were lying within your hearts. However, actions tend to speak louder than words, so all Matt could think to do was kiss you. 

It seemed you had the same idea, as you both leaned in for a kiss at the same time. You were unprepared for how quickly the intensity of the kiss grew. Soon you were plopped up on the base of the boxing ring, Matt standing in between your legs as one kiss grew into dozens. You were both insatiable for each other, with each kiss causing the yearning for one another to become uncontainable. 

“ I think that’s a wrap for today’s lesson,” Matt suggested, pulling away to catch his breath, his hands resting on your hips. You untangled your hands from his hair and rested them on his shoulders instead, “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” A shaky laugh escaped you, as you caught your breath as well. 

He rested his forehead against yours,“ I know we should go, but I really don't want to.” You placed a quick peck on his sappy smile,“ I don’t want to either, but you have a case to continue tomorrow and I have a shift to attend.” You reminded him even though you were extremely tempted to call off work in the morning.

“ Just one more kiss then?” He requested with the sweetest look on his face. 

There was no way you could say no,“ Just one more.”

With that said, you went back to kiss him one more time confirming what you had thought previously. There was no way you could’ve hidden your feelings from Matt for long. 

You were genuinely happy you couldn’t.

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In Five Years

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader 

Summary: Bucky was having a hard time expressing his feelings about finally being free from the Winter Soldier program. To help him out, you suggested writing a letter to his future self and burying it in a time capsule to visit this moment again in the future. The plan was to open the time capsule five years from now. That was until Thanos showed up.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warning(s): Follows the ending of Infinity War (if you know you know ;-;) / canon level of violence in the MCU / major character “deaths” / angst / mentions of blood & injury & death

a/n: This fic is a submission for the love letters writing challenge being held by the lovely @pellucid-constellations​. Thank you so much for reading! ♡

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     “ Stop fidgeting around. You’re going to throw off the readings.” Shuri held your legs in place on the table. She wasn’t being forceful, but you knew better than to mess up any of the readings. The last person who did was pranked by Shuri for weeks. 

     “ Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind.” You explained briefly, not wanting to dive into the subject. You weren’t sure you and Shuri were alone. You didn’t want to risk the wrong person or even the right person, hearing your conversation. 

     “ He will be fine. I have been deprogramming him for months now. The Winter Soldier is a thing of the past,” her tone was definite. You tried to find comfort in her words, but you couldn’t. You wished to be there by his side right now. You knew it wasn’t your place to impose yourself on such an important matter, but you couldn’t help it. You worried about him all the time. 

     You cared for him. 

     More than you have for anyone else. 

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