Finally Going Through My Google Drive Archives And Gonna Put Some One-shots In The Queue! There's A Couple

finally going through my google drive archives and gonna put some one-shots in the queue! there's a couple for luke, some for frankie, one (maybe two) for matt murdock (my beloved <3) and then a couple for marc spector so enjoy hehe <3

rewatched moana today, cried four different times. it was a good movie night with a friend hehe

sleepy

pairing; matt murdock x fem!reader

summary; re-adjusting to anti-depressants was never an easy task but you have your vigilante boyfriend to help.

warnings; fluff, just pure fluff, reader is on anti-depressants and very very sleepy, also a cheese lover

notes; this one-shot is definitely at least a few months old, i think i wrote it when i originally switched my dosage so it's a little chaotic. i feel like there's a lack of fics talking or discussing antidepressants so i like filling in the gap to comfort anyone who was suffering the sleepiness and shitty feelings like i was those first few months. also this is my first matty one-shot i'm releasing so please enjoy <3

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You were so tired. The first two weeks of antidepressants, you were told, would be the worst but it hadn’t prepared you for just how exhausted you felt. You had spent most of the first three days, curled up in bed and sleeping the day away. By the fourth day, your snack supplies had already begun to dwindle which is the opposite of what you needed right now.

And by the fifth day, you had to venture out to the store. And that had killed you off. You had gotten back, grabbed a bag of chips and curled up on the couch. Within a few hours you were asleep and you stayed like that for another four hours. The TV had suddenly seemed to get astronomically loud and it woke you from your slumber.

So, with a little huff, you rolled off the couch and began to make something proper to eat for dinner. But you felt exhausted. It clung to your mind, hovering over you as you tried to make cheesy pasta. Everything felt impossible and slow and it was frustrating but it was made better when you heard the familiar tap-tap-tap on the fire escape window. 

A grin spread across your face as you left your pasta to heat up the cheese, pulling the window open as Matt Murdock climbed through. He was still in his Daredevil costume and you thought he looked rather silly but he already knew that’s what you thought of his costume. He liked hearing you tease him.

But rather than saying anything, you just wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him. Your eyes fell closed as you snuggled into him making him chuckle softly.

“It’s nice to see you too, darling,” He greeted softly. All you had the energy to do was hum in vague acknowledgement. His arms wrapped around your shoulders for a moment before he softly reminded you about the food on the stove. So, you reluctantly pulled back and went over to the pan. You split the pasta into two bowls and turned around just as Matt pulled his helmet off. He placed it down on the counter before cautiously walking over to you.

“I’m sleepy,” You mumbled softly as you passed him the bowl. He took a hold of it, searching for the fork before he began to eat it. You had added a little bit of seasoning, salt, pepper, garlic powder in hopes of giving it a little more flavour. But you knew within the first bite and from the look on Matt’s face that you had gone overboard with the garlic. A huff escaped your lips and you placed the bowl on the side, “I’m going back to bed,” You declared, giving up for the day. Matt chuckled, listening to your footsteps as you walked across the apartment to your bed.

The air moved around you as you face-planted and he couldn’t help another chuckle as he turned around. His gaze landed somewhere near you but you weren’t even paying attention. Sleep was desperate to crawl up your spine and take you in but Matt was here now and you wanted to see him for a bit.

He managed to place the bowl on your side before he navigated his way carefully through your apartment. He could smell a bowl of hummus on the floor somewhere, you had a habit of leaving random crockery on the floor so he was being careful before he reached your bed. He crawled onto it before he sat cross-legged across from you.

“How long have you slept today?” He asked curiously. You mumbled in vague response but he didn’t catch a single word of it. He reached out towards you and gently pushed your head back so that you would tilt your head to the side, “What was that?” He had a teasing lilt to his tone and it made you want to smack him.

“A while but I’m sleepy,” You muttered. Matt knew that you were on new medication. You had tried to hide it from him a few days ago but he could smell your body going haywire. It was the same with everyone he had known who switched medication. Body’s went haywire while they adjusted before eventually settling back into routine.

That’s all this was but he still found your sleepy-grumpiness adorable. Matt held his hand out towards you and you reluctantly dragged yourself so you could curl into his lap. His fingers began to run through your hair but the strands were getting caught on his gloves. You let out disgruntled noises before he decided to take his gloves off. Then his fingertips began to massage your scalp and you hummed happily.

“You feeling better?” He asked. You ‘mhm’d in response and he could tell that you were going to fall asleep in his lap, “I need to change, darling. Need you to get out of my lap.” There was an amused lilt to his voice and another disgruntled noise fell from your lips. You moved out of his lap before dropping onto the top of the bed. Matt always found your mood while sleepy to be not all that dissimilar to a cat. You hated being disturbed when you were curled up and comfortable and when you were, you gave the offender the evils.

You assumed Matt didn’t know that you did that but he could sense it. He had always been able to feel your gaze boring into him.

“In the usual place?” He asked. You let out another hum of agreement before you burrito’d in your covers, snuggling your face into the pillow. He changed silently, listening to your heartbeat and breathing to see if you had fallen asleep. But it seemed you weren’t falling into it quite yet. Once he had changed, he walked over to the bed and lay on top of the mattress.

And that was when you unburritoed yourself and crawled on top of Matt. You practically curled up on his chest, burritoing both of you with the covers as you snuggle into his neck. Matt’s arms wrapped around your back.

“Much better,” You mumbled under your breath. He chuckled softly at your words and you let your eyes close. Your breathe evened out relatively quickly, “Much better.” You snuggled up to him, peppering kisses across his neck before you nuzzled there. Matt grinned and pressed a kiss against your hairline.

“Glad I could be of service,” He teased. You grumbled against his chest but he merely continued to grin, kissing your hairline again before he let his eyes fall closed.

slow-dancing

pairing; steven grant x fem!avatar!reader

summary; despite everything, it was hard not to be attracted to steven and slow-dancing with him was the perfect way to end the night

warnings; fluff, a cute little drabble of fluff

notes; this was originally written with an oc who is the avatar of khonshu hence the like vague storyline but shh, it works as an x reader, also my first steven fic that i have released so i hope you enjoy <3

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You knew that you were naive. You were seemingly trusting Marc Spector but the longer you knew Steven Grant and the more you spent the time with him, the harder it was to really care at all. You were sure that he was nothing like Marc. He was gentle and concerned with saying something wrong and so sweet. He was also alive and didn’t seem to have the same weight on his shoulders that Marc carried.

You already knew that you would be seeing Marc the next day. So, you had taken your last opportunity to invite Steven over before you were embroiled - once again - in the plot of Ammit’s followers to steal the scarab. You were still bruised up from the last time you had gone out but you had invited Steven over despite it all.

You had long become used to lying about why you were always injured. And he took you at face-value, just like everyone did. Nobody questioned your lies and that was what made them easy to keep up with because you seemed so trustworthy.

But you hated thinking about the morality of what you were doing. So you instead just focused on making the apartment look decent for Steven. He was meant to be over in ten minutes and you had gotten caught up in research and never actually bothered to clean. 

So, you were rushing about like a maniac in an attempt to make it look half decent as you threw clothes into your washing basket, haphazardly sorting into whites and colours, while also trying to clean the dishes so you could let them dry while he was over.

It was a mess but you managed to finish just in time for the doorbell to ring. You quickly wiped the suds and water from your hands, throwing the hand towel into the hamper before you pulled the apartment door open. Steven looked adorable and so happy. You wished you could be as joyful as him but you weren't an optimist.

“Hey.” You said with a grin. You let him pass and then closed the door behind him, “Do you drink by any chance?” You knew he was somewhat religious and every religion had their own practices. your family were Catholic, in their own way, so you wanted to at least try and respect it.

“Not really but I sometimes will,” He said with an unsure smile. You nodded and locked the door now it was closed. 

“I bought a bottle of wine for tonight but I don’t know. We don’t have to drink it.” Steven watched as you crossed over to the kitchen. You grabbed your wine on the way and placed it on the counter. You then turned to face him and smiled.

The two of you quickly began to talk and as the night went on, you both ended up having a glass of wine. (It was Steven’s idea.) You hadn’t even thought about the alcohol and he said he didn’t mind having one glass. 

So that’s what they did, one glass and then it was put away. It was enough to relax Steven a little more and allow your anxious thoughts to slip away a little.

It also meant that when you put on some background music, you both had the courage to dance and sing together for a bit. But the queue finished after a couple songs, leaving the two of you in silence. Your arms wrapped around Steven’s neck and his arms comfortably rested around your waist. your head against his chest. You were listening to the soft thump of his heartbeat as you swayed together. Slow-dancing in the silence.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt calm. Your mind quietened as you just enjoyed the silence between the two of you.

This are my new favourite things 🩵

MOON KNIGHT (2022-)