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The witchling and the god - Masterlist
Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?
Relationship: Loki x Witch!Reader
Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut
Status: completed
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8
Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12
Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16
Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20
Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24
Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | Chapter 28
Chapter 29 | Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Epilogue
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bored-mumma · 1 year
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The Transfer - Steven Grant X Reader
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Summary: Working at the British Museums has its upsides. Not today though. Thanks to lack of staff, you would have to pull a shift in a different gift-shop with co-workers you didn’t know.
Words: 2497
Warnings: None except not beta read.
Notes: This was originally a different story entirely, but my brain decided we wanted a first meeting fic. Maybe a chapter two to this but not too sure.
MASTERLIST
Nervousness was not a strong enough word to describe how you were feeling this morning. You picked at your nails as you sat on the underground, barely paying attention to what stop you were at as you thought about everything that could possibly go wrong today. You worked at the British Museum in the Greece and Rome department, which sounds fancy, but you just worked in the gift shop, selling things that had nothing to do with Greece or Rome. But you loved it for the most part, doing things like talking to the tour guides about the exhibit and chatting to the customers. Although being a ‘gift-shoppist’ wasn’t your career goal, you felt like it was a good steppingstone to becoming a tour guide as well. It was a passion of yours that you always rambled on about so the thought of actually being paid to drag people around and talk about your interests sounds bloody amazing to you.
Today though, you were being transferred to a different shop at the museum. Apparently, the manager at the Egyptology department wasn’t the nicest person to exist and a few staff members had quit meaning the other departments had to send down a few spares. And today was finally your turn.
You knew nothing at all about Egyptology and you certainly did not want to spend much time around Donna. You had crossed her path once or twice in the staff room but never had the pleasure of talking to her. Though the way she spoke to some other people definitely made you steer clear each time you saw her. You didn’t know anyone else at that shop either and you weren’t really the most confident person when meeting new people. Spending a day in an exhibit about stuff you don’t have much interest in, surrounded by people you didn’t know and being bossed about by Donna did not sound like a fun away to spend your Friday. It was just one day though… you could survive for one day, right?
Putting up your umbrella, you left the station and started the five-minute walk to the museum. Greeting JB (Who barely looked up from his phone when he replied), your body automatically made its way to the Greece and Rome exhibit, and you had to mentally steer yourself in the other direction. A tight smile made its way onto your lips as you saw Donna standing behind the till, a sour look on her face as she checked her watch.
“Morning Donna!” You tried to sound all cheery, but it came out sounding extremely fake. Donna looked up at you, chewing her gum and staring for a moment as if to think about why you’re stood in front of her.
“Stevens late again. You’ll be by yourself for a bit.” She slid a basket of keyrings and postcards towards you and a smaller box with price tags on it. “Start with these. We’re pretty far behind so need you to work fast today.” Looking at her watch again and rolling her eyes, Donna made her way to the storage rooms, leaving you to dump your bag under the desk and try to figure out which price tags went on which object. Thankfully it was pretty simple work.
The next hour went by pretty quickly. You served a couple of customers, giving them your classic sales techniques that your manager taught you to try and shift some of the older stock. Some of the customers asked you questions, and you managed to direct them towards tour guides so you didn’t have to try and think of the right answer – something you definitely couldn’t do. Thankfully though, you were saved when someone asked you whose tomb was on the front of one of the postcards. You looked between the woman and the card, racking your brain for the answer but before you could, a male voice answered for you.
“The golden mask of Tutankhamun. Not a tomb, the tomb is the burial area. Like the grave.” You looked over and saw who your colleague for the day must be. Donna did say his name earlier though you couldn’t remember it. Stanley maybe?  He quickly shoved his bag by yours under the desk and continue to talk to the customer about the golden mask and you were thankful there was finally someone else there to take the questions. You gave him a quick look over as you started to tidy up the teddies some kids had messed up. He looked absolutely shattered – dark circles around his sunken eyes, clothes a little dishevelled and his hair looked like he ran his hands through it rather than a brush. He seemed nice though. The way he seemed to happily answer some customers questions, smiling as he did so, made you thankful you’ll be working with someone who seemed pretty welcoming.
“How many times have I told you, you’re not the bloody tour guide, Stevie.” Donna snapped when the customers finally walked away.
“Steven, actually. Steven.” He pointed to his name badge as he pinned it to his shirt. Ah so he has a name. You kept your head down as you didn’t want any remarks from Donna aimed at yourself.
“No, you’re bloody useless unless you’re doing what you’re paid to do.” She picked up a basket and slid it towards Steven. “Which is to sell these to children.”
“Got it.” He replied, taking the basket towards him and flipping through the products. Donna rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving you and Steven alone.
“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said, smiling towards Steven. He almost jumped, forgetting there was someone working with him today. He looked over at you with wide eyes before they settled to a nice smile.
“Steven.” He held his hand out for you to shake. You opened your mouth to start a friendly conversation when a lady came over wearing a tour guide badge. You busied yourself as they spoke, saying something about a date that sounded like Steven didn’t even know he had. His excited look faded when Donna came along again, teasing about what he would eat on the date. You tried not to snigger when Steven made a sarcastic remark back. You were honestly just trying to blend into the background, just wanting to get the day done and finished so you can get back to working with your friends on Monday.
The rest of the morning went by pretty quickly. You and Steven spoke to each other a little, but things were a bit awkward. He wasn’t a big talker by the looks of things except when you admitted you didn’t know a lot about Egyptology. Oh my god, did he talk your ear off then. You had to admit, you enjoyed when he lectured you about the mummification process and he was definitely someone you were grateful to work with. At mid-day, Donna took over the shop before sending you and Steven down to the storage rooms to do some inventory. She ushered you both away, saying you could have your lunch as you worked down there. Working through your lunch wasn’t exactly something you wanted to do but part of you was happy to be chilling with Steven. You were sure you were going to get some more lectures whilst down there and you had to admit, you were kind of looking forward to it.
“Like, I don’t want to slag off marketing, but the posters only have seven Gods when the Ennead had nine.” Steven pointed to the posters, naming all seven Gods present and then telling you which two were missing. You nodded along slowly as you scanned the sweets in front of you, honestly having no idea what he was talking about but enjoying listening to him none-the-less. “I told Donna about it… Don’t think she was very interested.” He gave a nervous chuckle. Steven was in the corner of the room, still holding up the poster of the Ennead, looking at it with an unimpressed look. Before you could reply, he quickly turned around to look at you, eyebrows furrowed as if in thought. “Sorry!” He said quickly.
“For what?” You tilted your head, honestly confused.
“I’ve been talking your ear off and not actually helping.” Steven grabbed a box of hippo teddies (which he had previously informed you was the Goddess Taweret) and stood next to you as he began to scan. “Just tell me to be quiet whenever I talk too much. I get carried away sometimes.” He laughed. He was right, he had been talking your ear off the entire thirty minutes you had already been down here, and he hadn’t scanned a single thing yet. His lunch was also sat in his bag, still untouched. But you weren’t complaining.
“No, no don’t apologise. It's interesting actually. I have the same reaction when talking about Greek myths and Gods.” You stopped scanning and looked up at Steven who was standing next to you at the table, which was a little small making your arms brush against each other sometimes. “You make something I’m not overly interested sound pretty fascinating.” You smirked when you saw a little blush creep on his face as his eyes met yours. “But If you could tell me more about it whilst we actually did our work, that would be great.”
“Maybe I could work a day in your department, and you can talk my ear off.” He said with a lopsided smile. You don’t know why but the thought of spending another day with Steven made you ridiculously happy. He was unusual to say the least. Your usual colleagues were all extremely professional but were obviously there just for the job, not for the passion. Steven on the other hand radiated love for what he spoke about. You had to admit, at first, he wasn’t anything special to look at but the more time you spent with him and the more comfortable you both became around each other, the better looking he got.
“We should hurry up. Don’t really fancy getting chewed out again.” You ignored his suggestion of coming to work with you and continued to scan some items. You had loads left and Donna said you only had an hour to do it in. A comfortable silence enveloped you both for a little while as you worked. It was crazy how at ease you felt in his space. He was a calming presence. “How come you work in the gift shop anyway? If you know so much about all this,” You gestured vaguely to the stuff in the room. “And you clearly love it. Why are you stuck with me behind a desk?” Steven stopped what he was doing and looked around the room as if to give himself a second to think of how to explain the answer. You watched as his face dropped slightly before he looked back to you.
“Donna just says no.” He shrugs a little, giving no other reasons and goes back to work. Ah, touchy subject to talk about, you noted.
“You coming, Steven?” You asked, slinging your bag on your shoulder as you both closed up shop for the day. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were kind of gutted. You had really enjoyed your day and it was all thanks to the awkward man stood in front of you. You two hit it off pretty well and by the time the shop closed, you would consider him more of a friend than a co-worker. “Some of us staff are going to the Kings Head for a drink.” You offered, not sure if Steven was invited since he initially gave you a confused look.
“Oh.” He grabbed his bag as he started to follow you towards the museum exit. “No, probably not. I have to phone my mum, feed my goldfish…” He trailed off as in lost in thought. You wanted to tell him how you thought that was the sweetest answer he could have given but you bit your tongue. The walk to the exit was short and as you both said goodnight to J.B, Steven correcting him when J.B called him Scottie, you weren’t really sure how to say goodnight. You both stood outside for a moment, your brain going a mile a minute on trying to find something to say but Steven beat you to it. “Well… See you around.” He said with a smile. You returned the gesture and said your goodnights before starting to head towards the pub. You had barely walked a couple meters before you heard Steven call after you again. “Actually, Y/N!” You turned to see him walking your way, his hands tucked into his sleeves as he picked the threads off the ends. “If I was stop by your shop on Monday at around lunch time…” He trailed off again, eyes bouncing between looking at his hands and looking at you. Your breath caught in your throat as you realised, he must have enjoyed your company just as much as you enjoyed his.
“I’ll be there.” You tried to not let the smile on your face grow too big as you answered. He was endearing, you had to admit. Not the usual guy you would go for in the slightest but there was just something about him. Although, you weren’t sure if it was a ‘I liked our day and think of you as a good friend now and maybe we can start hanging out more at work’ type lunch or ‘I think you’re attractive and I want to see more of you and maybe later, ask you out on a proper date’ type lunch but either way, you were excited.
“Oh!” Stevens picking at the threads got worse but at least he was solely looking at you now. “I’ll see you Monday then. Laters, gators.” He waved a goodbye to you again and once again; you returned the gesture. Once you were safely facing the opposite direction, you allowed the grin on your face to widen, your heart literally skipping a beat. You felt a bit silly feeling like this, but you couldn’t help it if you tried. That was, until you remembered the conversation you had overheard him have earlier… About the date at the steakhouse with the beautiful tour guide. A date… Ok, so maybe it was just a friend thing then. The smile on your face fell quickly as a knotting feeling started in your stomach. You were far too gutted to only be friends with a man you’ve known for literally 8 hours.
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fakefanofmarvel · 1 year
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Novacane// Matt Murdock X Dark! Reader
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CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC. If that is not something you are into please scroll. Mentions of Drugging, Drugs, Kidnapping, stalking, and a lot of really not-good things. I always read dark character fic and was trying to do a little spin and have the reader bat shit crazy hope you enjoy it. MINORS DNI. Part 2 3
You watched the video on your phone over and over again. The devil of hell's kitchen was back and better than ever. You watched as he fought the man the news was calling "The Punisher". His body in that tight suit was enough you make anyone swoon without even seeing his face. He was tall and slender yet muscular, he had to be the way he was tossing another grown man around like a doll. You wanted him and would do anything to determine who he was. It took about a week of examing the videos of him online to realize the eyes in his suit were covered meaning he either didn't want to see or couldn't. How he would stand still during battle almost like he was listening for something rather than looking helped you narrow your search for a tall, muscular, blind man in his early 30s. By this time, the punisher was captured, and word about his legal team had gotten out. Nelson and more importantly, Murdock.
"Thank you guys so much for taking my case with everything going on now with that punisher guy I'm assuming it's pretty busy around here," You thanked Karen
Once you made the connection linking Matt to Daredevil it was smooth sailing from there. First, figure out how to get a case for them to take. Luckily your landlord had been refusing to fix the air in your apartment while simultaneously raising your rent which from your research was right up Nelson and Murdock's ally. Second, somehow get them to take a case in the height of the case of the century. That is where Karen came in. A super sweet girl has a soft spot for women in trouble. Worked like a charm.
"Of course, this should be a pretty open-and-shut case. Foggy is great with these types of things," She said handing you a clipboard to fill out paperwork.
"Hm Foggy? Is he the blind one?" You asked already knowing the answer
"No that would be Matt," She corrected handing you a pen.
You started filling out the paperwork trying not to raise any suspension
"Oh I just think it's awesome how he a blind lawyer. I'm going blind in my right eye so it's refreshing to see how blind people don't let their disable stop them," You lied trying to see if you could hit another soft spot in Karen. "He's like an inspiration. I want to be a doctor,"
You saw a sweet smile come across her face. Bingo you had her in the palm of your hand.
"You know, he'll be here in about 45 minutes if you wanted to take your time on that paperwork and meet him," she offered
"Oops," You dropped the paperwork on purpose buying you a few extra minutes.
Karen laughed and chatted with you while you did the paperwork.
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"I'm sorry, you didn't get to meet Matt the other day. He tends you disappear most days," Karen apologized as she took a sip of her drink.
You had made friends with Karen. Which wasn't hard she was actually really nice and you had a few things in common. She had invited you out to drink with her and Foggy at the Josie's.
"It's okay. I'm sure I'll meet him soon,"
The truth was you were tired of waiting and you were determined to meet him that night.
"Thank you guys for inviting me out. I don't have many friends since moving here," You lied again.
"Of course," Foggy spoke up. " Who says you can't be friends with your clients," He joked knowing he and Karen had become close friends after they defended her case.
The 3 of you spent the rest of the night drinking and playing pool. You were 3 shots and 2 mixed drinks in when you heard the sound of tapping heading your way. Your head faced the direction the sound was coming from and you laid eyes on him for the first time. He was much taller in person.
"Hey Matt, over here," Foggy said waving him over.
Without missing a beat he walked over to the three of you. Once in front of Foggy he stopped and whispered something to him.
"Oh, this is our new client, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Matt Murdock," You reached out to shake his hand when you realized you were drunker than you thought.
You stumbled forward, falling into him. "Woah you okay," he asked
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I think I had too much to drink," You regained your balance. " Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," He shook your hand.
The two of your hands are still locked together. You stared at him finally seeing the man you had been obsessed with for the last few months. You had obviously caught his attention too because he was staring back even though he couldn't see you.
"Nice to meet you too," He said breaking the silence between the two of you.
"Okay well. I'm going to walk Karen home. Can you make sure (Y/N gets home safely, please?" Foggy asked holding up an equally drunk Karen.
"Of course, Foggy. Be safe you two." Matt insured him
You watched as Foggy and Karen leave the bar, leaving just you and Matt.
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"I'm sorry you missed all the fun," You stood in front of the door of your apartment building.
"Oh don't apologize. Foggy and Karen seem to be very fond of you I'm sure we will have more time to catch up,"
"I would really like that Matt," You said earning a smile from him. "Do you want to come up for a drink since you didn't get to have one? And I can call you a cab they hardly come around here this time of night," You offered hoping he'd take the bait.
"I would love to,"
Perfect. You unlocked the door and led the way up to your apartment. You flicked the light on as you walked in, Matt was not far behind.
"Sorry about the mess I wasn't expecting company," You apologized
"It's alright it's not like I can see it anyway," he joked.
"Oh gosh, sorry was that insensitive"
He laughed before reassuring you it wasn't. The two of you made your way to the living room. You showed him to the couch before walking to the bar area to make him a drink.
"I hope a vodka soda is okay because that's all I have," You joked handing it to him.
"Uh yeah. Of course. Thank you again,"
"So how long have you known Foggy and Karen?" You asked trying to make conversation.
The two of you talked for hours only being interrupted when you noticed the sun had started to rise.
"Shoot, Matt, it's almost 6am," You said grabbing the cups from the coffee table and taking them to the kitchen.
"Hey, it's alright. I'll just be a little late for work. I'm sure Foggy and Karen will understand, "He explained getting up and grabbing his jacket.
"Of course, they've been really sweet to me these last few days. It was really nice to finally meet you, Matt," You walked him over to the door.
"We should really do this again. I had a lot of fun," He said standing next to the unopened door.
"Maybe next time we'll go back to your place, Mr. Murdock." You teased.
"I think I like it better over here actually," He grabbed your waist pulling you closer until you could feel his breath on your lips.
"I think I like you better over here too actually," You said flustered
You were glad he couldn't see your face because you would be embarrassed at how hard you were blushing right now. He leaned in for a kiss which you dodged.
"Sorry, Mr. Murdock, I don't kiss on the first date. Meet me back here after work and you might get that kiss," You pushed him back by his chest.
"Well, I guess I'll be back tonight," He said before kissing you on the forehead and leaving.
You smiled to yourself before locking the door behind him. As much as you wanted to kiss Matt you knew you had to wait. You didn't want to come off too strong and scare him. You made your way over to the kitchen where you had put the coffee mugs. You grabbed the one Matt used and dropped it in a ziplock bag before walking over to the grey and gold treasure chest you keep in your closet. You open the top of the chest where you kept all your research on Matt, along with pictures and now the mug he used to drink coffee out of. A smile crept onto your face as you closed the lid to your private tribute to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and locked it, knowing soon he'd be yours
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"Ruling in favor of the Plaintiff, the court dismissed," The judge banged the gavel on the bench before getting up.
Matt and Foggy both hugged you as your case came to a close. After 2 long months, you guys had built a perfect case. You just wanted your air fixed but in the end, you were able to move to an updated apartment free of charge and were able to keep the same rent payments as before. The court cleared out only leaving the 4 of you.
"Thank you guys so much! You two make a really good team. Celebration at my new apartment whenever I move in," The 3 of you laughed with Karen joining in from the gallery. "Well how about drinks tonight at Josie's, my treat," Matt spoke up.
"Ouu carefully, Ms. (Y/L/N), I think your boyfriend is trying to impress us," Froggy joked.
"He is very charming," You smiled up at him as he pulled you into a side hug kissing you on the top of the head.
"Let's get out of here. I really want to go change out of this dress," Karen spoke up
"Uh yeah. We will meet you guys in like an hour," You said
"More like 2 hours," Matt nudged you
Foggy and Karen both groaned in unison. Not far behind the two of you as you exited the courtroom.
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"You are one kick-ass lawyer," You said undoing Matt's tie. You noticed a cut on his neck.
You of course knew it was from his nights as DareDevil but he doesn't know that so you had to play the role of confused girlfriend.
"Hey, what's this" He grabbed your hand before it reached the scar
"Uh, I'm actually not sure. I run into a lot of stuff. You know with the whole being blind thing," He joked
You laughed along as you undid the buttons on his shirt.
"You gotta be more careful, Matt, can't have my 'boyfriend' getting all banged up" you quoted Foggy from earlier
"I'm sorry, I had told Foggy things between us were getting a little more serious. I hope you don't mind"
"Of course not. I was hoping I wasn't imagining it," the two of you laughed
"So will you be my girlfriend?" He asked as he lifted your shirt over your head.
"Duh Murdock," You stood on your toes to kiss him.
He picked you up wrapping your legs around him. He laid you down on the bed before undoing his belt
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Venom: Eddie We Must Take Them Under Our Wing! Eddie: They’re not a puppy we can’t just take them in! Venom: But Eddie Look At Them -gestures to Y/N and their symbiote-  Y/N & Symbiote: -just happily looks up to them ouo -  Venom: How Can We Not Take Them In?
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marvelmultivers · 2 years
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Right after Thor says he was going out with Jane instead of Loki
Loki : i don't give a fuck
Natasha : You try to convince you or us ?
Loki : Stupid bitch
Yelena : Himself, definitly
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imagine-a-fangirl · 2 years
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Time to watch Doctor strange in the Multiverse of Madness 🥳🥳
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inlovewhithafairytale · 9 months
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or should I do a daughter one?
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once-upon-a-fanfic · 2 years
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What if...
Bucky hadn’t fallen from the train and returned from the war to you, eagerly wanting to start your lives together?
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themadhalewrites · 2 years
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She Is Worthy
Fandom: Marvel
Character/s Includes: Thor and Reader
Word Count: 188
Y/N was new to the tower, Tony had hired her when he found Peter and similar to Peter Y/N didn’t have parents but Aunt May also took her in.
Y/N helped out at the tower when she could, often it was just cleaning up small messes the Avengers made. The messes were manageable such as pizza boxes and soda cans but when Thor came to visit he would be annoying by putting his hammer down in random places.
Y/N usually worked around it due to the stories the Avengers had told her but one day she just went ‘enough is enough’.
The random places Thor leaves his hammer was usually right in the middle of the living space so she just picked it up and sat it in front of Thor, “No more leaving it in stupid places” Y/N said before walking back to the living space to continue cleaning it.
Tony’s jaw just dropped while Thor and Peter just stared after her.
“Did she just pick up Thor’s hammer and place it there?” Peter muttered out of confusion.
“She is worthy” Thor said before running after her.
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jeysope · 1 year
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jack in werewolf at night looks like if it was a full moon night he would be sly by your side
and i'm sad about it TT
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taehosjk · 2 years
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ei, pessoas!
na próxima semana, vou tentar postar aqui um imagine da Marvel.
ainda não decidi o personagem, mas provavelmente será do Chris Evans (capitão América) 🛐🛐
só avisando mesmo hehehe
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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 1
Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision.
This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?
Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut
Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Read it on AO3 | Next Chapter
Chapter's Note: Well, here it is! A brand new Loki x Reader series. It's finished on paper and will be updated regularly. New chapters every Saturday. As always: thanks to my lovely beta @zaria-04
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Chapter 1: You have my attention
You flash your brand new work badge at the SHIELD agents that greet you after you step out of the elevator. They also take a look in your bag, but find nothing they don’t like and let you pass.
The next door leads you into one of the large suites of the Avenger Tower. It’s an open room concept: a luxury living room with a kitchen, a dining area and a bar. There, one of the walls is one giant window with a magnificent view over the city.
There are several doors into the private rooms. The two Asgardian princes live in the suite, but you see neither of them. You take a quick glance at your watch, and see that you are on time.
"Hello?" you call out questioningly to the room as you walk through it. There's no answer.
You place a bag from a bakery on the coffee table. Everyone likes pastries, right? And it's still early enough that it could count as breakfast.
Then you sit down on the couch and wait. For this occasion you've chosen a smart casual outfit with pants and a beautiful blouse. Not quite the style you normally prefer, but it fits the job and the city.
You somewhat wonder what you are doing here.
A few days ago, Stephen Strange contacted you with a request for a job. They were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak.
He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. Probably neither option had appealed him much, but as far as Thor had let slip, ‘unworthy people were still more bearable than the stern presence of father’ – Loki’s words
In any case, the Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision.
Strange asked you because they were looking for someone from outside, preferably someone with skills. The Sorcerer Supreme himself doesn't have the time or inclination to deal with this. But he recommended you because he seems to think you're quite good at dealing with people.
This elicited an amused snort from you, because you've spent the last decade in a small cottage in a remote part of Europe, meeting people only when work requires it.
But apparently the Avengers were desperate enough that they invited you in for an interview anyway. You got a plane ticket emailed to you, which merely elicits another laugh from you.
On the day of the interview, the door to Tony Stark's office suddenly lit up as you stepped through.
"I take it you're the witch Doctor Wizard told us about?" He greeted you with raised eyebrows.
"And you are the flying tin man," you replied just to tease him.
He took an instant liking to you and that was a good foundation for this job interview. He explained to you the details of what this was all about.
"We need someone who tries to understand him, if that is even possible. Some kind of responsible contact person. Preferably someone who won't be easily intimidated by him."
"A babysitter," you summarized.
"Babysitter, friend, chaperon. Call it what you will, Sabrina. So far, Loki has been too unpredictable and therefore a threat. Thor can't be by his side 24/7. Besides, the relationship between the two isn't always the best either. If you're successful, we'll be all eternally grateful. And, of course, there's hard cash money in for you."
"I don't know if I can make a difference," you admitted, "You can't change people just like that."
He didn't seem to hold it against you and merely shrugged.
"It's worth a shot. I won't hold it against you if it doesn't work. We're just running out of options here."
That did make you a little curious.
"What else did you try?" you asked.
"A lot. So… yeah. It can only get better."
He offered you a drink, but you declined. You took the job, because you were curious. It was not everyday you get the chance to meet Norse gods.
If they would show up, that is.
You wait an hour before you get up and leave. You leave the paper bag, otherwise there is no evidence of your visit. As agreed, as soon as you're back in the elevator, you call Stark to give him a report.
"You lasted longer than I thought, Sabrina," he greets you, right after the first ring, as if he had waited for your call.
"That would probably be more impressive if Loki had actually shown up," you reply, giving him a brief summary of your less than eventful meeting.
"According to Jarvis, Loki hasn't left the floor," Tony notes after a brief pause. "It's a game for him. Everything is."
"Well, I've got time. And honestly, I'm not complaining when I get paid for just sitting there," you say with a shrug.
"That's the spirit. See you tomorrow, Sabrina." You guess Tony really likes giving nicknames.
You leave the elevator and walk through the corridors. Tony has given you the key card to a room where you can make yourself at home. Not that you plan on staying here outside of your job hours, but it's nice to have a retreat where you can be undisturbed. Plus, you can set up a permanent portal to your home there. It's easier and faster than having to open a new one every time.
The door to your room is in the middle of the hallway and you can recognize it only by its number, because they look all the same. You hold the key card in front of the scanner and with a short ‘beep’ the lock opens.
You step inside. The room looks like a spacious hotel room. In the front there is a small sitting area with several armchairs. A work desk is facing the wall. Further back is a queen sized bed and on the wall opposite is a dresser with a TV. Everything is in neutral colors.
You see two more doors. One leads to a modern, bright bathroom, while the other to a walk-in closet. You choose the latter to set up your portal. You take chalk out of your bag and draw runes on the door frame, muttering words softly. It's a complicated pattern, but over the years you've memorized it. You always know your way back home.
After you have made the last line and said the last word, the chalk lights up briefly and burns into the frame. You touch a specific rune and open the door. On the other side you see the kitchen in your cottage.
Satisfied with your work, you step home.
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The next morning you walk at the same time into the suite of the Asgardian princes. And you are greeted by the same picture as the day before: a seemingly empty apartment.
"Hello?" you call out questioningly, announcing your arrival. Even if you are sure that you haven’t gone unnoticed.
Again, you get no answer.
On the coffee table is still the baker's bag you picked up yesterday and when you look inside, you see that the contents are untouched. As if no one had been here in the meantime.
"It’s very nice of Stark to send me a new pet toy," you suddenly hear a deep voice. It sounds like a dark velvet cloak wrapping around your shoulders. Not comfortable and relaxing, but heavy. As if it wanted to capture you and never let go.
The voice sounds so close behind you that you whirl around in surprise, your hands clenched into fists.
In front of you stands Loki, grinning amused at you. This is exactly the kind of reaction he wanted to evoke. He wears Asgardian clothes: dark trousers that seem to be made of leather or a similar material and a wraparound dark green tunic , decorated at the edges with fine golden lines. Everything fits perfectly, as if it were tailor-made for him.
You draw your brows together and your expression turns cool. You hate being startled like this.
"I'm not a toy," you clarify. Thankfully, your words sound more confident than you feel. Your heart is still pounding up to your throat, but you try to calm it down with a deep breath.
"My name is-…"
"I don't care," Loki interrupts you, seeming almost bored. "You won't be here for long anyway."
What a nice greeting.
Loki's eyes scrutinize you closely, wandering down your body and back up again. Outwardly, he can't see any trace of fear on you. Just maybe a hint of discomfort because he's standing in your personal space.
"You're different. What are you? Another PR agent? A SHIELD agent? A psychiatrist?"
His voice turns to liquid oil running down the back of your neck. It's like he's trying to make you slip so you'll make a mistake. He takes another step toward you, but you don’t retreat. Instead you look up at him, almost defiantly.
Your fingers next to your body are tense, ready to defend or even attack should he venture any further. But you don't intend to let him upset you so easily.
"Neither," you reply shortly, breaking eye contact now to circle the coffee table. You sit down at the same spot as yesterday and invite Loki with a gesture to sit down as well.
He ignores this invitation. "What are you then?” he demands to know instead.
"Does it matter?" You cross your legs and tilt your head. "I thought I wouldn’t be here for long anyway."
Loki eyes you again, but this time with more interest. You imagine to see the corners of his mouth twitching upward minimally as he finally sits down on the couch.
"You have my attention."
That's a start. The beginning of a normal conversation. You just have to play your cards right. You pull out a small notebook and a pen from your bag.
"Do you prefer to be called Mr. Odinson or Mr. Laufeyson?" you ask the Asgardian.
Immediately, his face darkens. "I despite both," he hisses.
You don’t press into details. "So just Loki?"
"'My Prince' or 'Your Highness' will do."
He grins slyly, showing his white teeth. It's like the smile of a snake about to lunge forward and bite. His whole attitude is like someone who is used to making everyone jump at his every command. You make a little note in your book.
Spoiled brat.
"I understand that you are Asgardian Royalty but I don't care about titles or ranks. How about Mr. Loki?"
It annoys him that you don't react to him. "How would you like it if I called you ‘my little pet’?"
"I wouldn't like that."
"If you say so, pet."
This is going to be a long day.
"I think it's quite fitting,” Loki smirks.
You look at your watch. "Well, it was certainly nice to meet you, but I'm afraid I have to go."
You actually don't but you have enough of Loki for one day. If anything his presence is draining. You heard what he can be capable of and even though you're not afraid, you're still on guard. After all, you've been walking this earth for some decades and you're not reckless.
You rise and Loki nods to yesterday's bakery bag, still untouched on the table. "Your offerings have not found favor with this god. Take them with you. I don't want them. Make an effort next time."
You are exceptionally calm as you turn around to him one last time. "I will make as much of an effort as this god deserves."
The door closes before you can hear his answer.
So that was the famous, infamous God of mischief. You don't wonder why so many people seem to have quit this job after only a few days. He is intense. But at least he showed up today and you were able to talk to him. You count that as a success.
You send a short report to Tony as you take the elevator up. There is an area that has been described to you as a general location in the tower. Curious about it, you head there.
It's on the upper floors and turns out to be a large lounge with access to an outdoor area. There are several couches, a large bar and a stunning view of the city.
Through an open passageway, you see a kitchen area. There, you look through the cabinets for a bowl to put the pastries from the bag. Just because Loki doesn't want them, it’s no reason to throw them away. You take one for yourself and put the rest at the bar for everyone.
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Your cottage is located in the middle of nowhere, a good distance away from the nearest village. There are a few small trees around it and it is bordered by berry hedges. In the back you have several herb beds, which you always take care of diligently.
The house itself is not very big, but it is enough for you. The main room is a large kitchen, where you spend most of your time. Even now you are standing there. Around you float several bowls and a whisk that moves by itself, stirring a batter.
You open one of the many cabinets at the wall and search the compartments for a particular jar. Most of it is sorted alphabetically, because otherwise you would lose track with all the ingredients and supplies you store here.
"Caterpillars, caramel chicken beaks… ah, cocoa."
You pull out a jar of brown powder and add a few spoonfuls to the bowl with the spinning whisk.
Cooking and brewing potions are often not so different. You just have to be careful which pot you use for what.
Today you're baking, because spurred on by Loki's words, you want to bring him something he'll like. Normally, such challenges don't interest you, but in this case it's different. Last time you brought him something from a baker. This time he will get something from your own kitchen. And you'll be damned if he doesn't like it.
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Steven Grant - Fluff alphabet - SFW
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MASTERLIST
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A = Activities. What are their favourite things to do with you?
Steven often asks what you want to do, happy to go along with anything you wanted - even if it was something as simple as going to do a food shop, he was more than happy to come along. He had been dreaming of someone to share his time with for so many years now, that even the little things are fantastic for him. Evenings tend to go with you both cuddled up either in bed or on the sofa, Steven flicking through the tv until he finds something for you both to watch but eventually you end up reading a book or falling asleep.
B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?
In his head he’ll always imagine having a home with you, a couple of kids running around as you live a pretty simple, domestic life. Him coming home after work to a warm house and loving family fills his heart with joy every time he thinks about it. But then he’s dragged back down by his other thoughts, questioning his own abilities and decides maybe it's best to not have kids as he’s not sure what kind of parent he would be. Steven would constantly flip between wanting and not wanting kids.
C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?
As long as your pressed together as much as possible, he’s happy. Although him having his head on your chest as you both lay in bed reading a book is basically heaven to him.
D = Dates. What are dates with them like?
At the start they’re very traditional. Going out for dinners, ending the night with him walking you home - always making sure to buy you some flowers or some chocolates. But as time went on, you would start to go to museums or just have movie nights at home.
E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)
You are the love of my life.
F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?
Steven is a man who falls hard and fast for a person. He knew it was love on your second date as he gushed about his workday, how he’s still trying to become a tour guide even though his boss keeps telling him it would never happen. He then went on to spurt out all of his knowledge about Egyptology and his love for it. He was a little nervous, so he kept rambling on and on and didn’t realise until you started to ask questions, watching him and genuinely interested about what he was saying. Although you were interested in it, you were more loving watching how passionate he was being about the topic. After about an hour of him rambling and you asking follow-up questions, he switched the topic of what you’re most interested in. Just like you, he adored how your eyes lit up when you spoke your passion. It was a look he loved with all his heart.
G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?
Oh my days he is so gentle. Almost like if he holds you too tightly, you’ll break. He’ll run his hands down your side as you cuddle, leaving a trail of goosebumps. His head resting on your chest as he listens to your heartbeat. The only time he’ll basically grip on to you is in his sleep. He’ll have his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away in the night.
He’s also gentle in the way he talks to you. Even in arguments, Steven would never ever yell at you. Yeah, he may get frustrated and a little sarcastic, but would never yell. 
H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?
Interlocked fingers, maybe absentmindedly swinging them as he walks along.
I = Impression. First impression/ how you met.
You were taking a tour around the museum with a couple of friends when you met Steven. It ended at the gift shop, your friends having a quick browse before deciding there was nothing of their interest, but you were tourn between a couple of things. Your friends left, saying they’ll meet you outside and that's when Steven came over to help out a customer, just like any other day. But as you looked up to him, a smile on your face as you explained you liked both of the things you were holding but only had enough money for one, asking for his opinion on which was better, Steven found himself staring a little more than he would like to admit. He could tell you were kind and couldn’t help himself when he said you could take one of the items with no extra cost. He would definitely get in trouble for it but seeing the smile on your face as you kept repeating your thanks, it was worth it. The next day you came in again, heading straight to the gift shop with some cash to give to Steven for the free item he gave you the day before.
J- Jealousy. Do they get jealous often/easily?
Not very often but every once in a while, he’ll have a bit of a jealous fit. You noticed it tended to come on when his sleep has been worse than usual, making him pretty hard to deal with sometimes. The latest time was when you met Steven at the museum to join him on his lunch break, he noticed you were talking to a couple security guards as you waited. In his mind you were smiling a little too much and they were laughing a little too hard at your jokes. But he won’t come out and say to you what's wrong though. Steven in more of a bubble up in silence type. Eventually you’ll coax him into telling you what's wrong and that's when all his jealousy mixed with insecurities come tumbling out of his mouth.
K = Kiss. How do they kiss?
Most of the time he would start with holding your chin between his finger and thumb, gently brushing his lips with your lips. But when you chased his lips as he would pull away, he would go back in. Moving both of his hands to the back of your neck, holding you in place. His kisses weren’t dominating at all but were always extremely passionate.
L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?
You do, although Steven had been thinking it basically since your second date. He knew what he felt, but his inexperience in dating meant he wasn’t sure when the right time to say it would be. Although the moment you told him you loved him, he told you he loved you too every second he got.
M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?
The day you agreed to move in with him is certainly a treasured memory. You had been sleeping over constantly, neither of you wanting you to go back to your own place. Steven had even got rid of some of his stuff to make room for your own. One day when you had finally run out of your own clothes and had to head back to your own place for just a night or two, Steven had a sudden idea! 
“What if you just brought all your stuff over here? I could clear out some more space, y’know. So, you don’t have to go back...”
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” You asked, a huge smile creeping its way onto your face. Steven instantly felt more confident after seeing your reaction. 
“Yeah! Move in with me? Please?”
N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?
He hasn't got much money to spend on you but that doesn’t stop him from trying his best. Steven will get you flowers once a week, whether it be cheap lilies or expensive roses. He also often tries to make you little things himself - dinners, gift cards, photo books etc to show his love.
O = Open. When would they open up and telling you things about themselves?
Steven admitted his sleeping issues on your third date. He wanted to make sure he let you know about it and how sometimes, his body must be so desperate for sleep that he sleeps through an entire day - the only explanation he can think of for why days seem to just disappear for him. He was terrified of the thought that he would miss a date with you and make you think he stood you up. Thankfully that didn’t happen until you had already been dating for a long time, at which point you knew Steven well enough to know it was a complete accident. 
Other than that Steven has always been a pretty open book with you. Loving having someone he can share things with. At the start he had a little bad habit of over-sharing but thankfully you thought that was pretty cute.
P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?
Most of the time its love but occasionally it will be darling.
Q = Quiz. How much would they remember about thier partner?
Steven, our sweet boy, would remember every single little thing. From how you liked your coffee in the morning to that Christmas present you hinted you wanted six months ago.
R = Rainy Day. How would they spend their rainy day off with you?
Steven is a sucker for a good cuddle. Money is a little tight so instead of turning the heating on during cold, raining winter days, he would opt to have you cuddled against him, a thick blanket over the two of you as you both read your own books. It would be silent except for the storm outside that would often lull Steven into a much-needed sleep, head resting on your shoulder as you ran your hand through his hair.
S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves up?
He still tends to struggle to explain his emotions sometimes. He may begin to try and explain but gets frustrated he can't communicate it properly. So instead, you got him a diary, hoping he may find it easier that way. He did and it actually helped him in finding ways to communicate with you. Of course, a hug and soothing words from you always worked as well.
T = Try. How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, everyday tasks etc.
Stevens love language is definitely acts of service. He would wake up every morning and make you a coffee or tea, making sure to wake you up for work with a kiss and a warm drink to start your day. Gifts wise, he was amazing! As said before, money is a little tight but that doesn’t stop him bringing things home from work often, saying how they’ve just got these new things in stock at the gift shop, and he knew instantly you would love it. 
Dates he would struggle a little. He knew of the basics, going out for dinner, going for walks etc. But when it came to doing something bigger and more exciting for anniversaries or birthdays? He had no idea. He thought maybe a more expensive restaurant would be good enough, not really having an idea of what else to do. Eventually though, you would start planning some dates and doing different things together which would give Steven a little inspiration of what to do next.
U = Ugly. What would be some bad habits of theirs?
Steven is messy. Like annoyingly, extremely messy. At first you didn’t mind too much but when you did finally move in and try to clean up his flat a little, it would annoy you to no end when he would come home and mess everything up almost immediately. You knew it wasn’t his fault and he didn’t do it on purpose but even so. When you spoke to him about though, you did notice he started to actively try and be tidier. Though it didn’t make much of a difference - you still appreciated it. 
V = Vanity. How concerned are they with how they look?
Not concerned at all most of the time. He often had tired eyes, hair sticking up a little where he would try to tame down the curls but never really succeeding, clothes never ironed and always slightly baggy. But on the occasion, he would make an effort for you. Putting on a suit and tie and even ironing it. 
W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?
Steven did have a big plan. He had a reservation at a beautiful restaurant, set aside some money to buy himself a new suit and you a new outfit too. He picked the perfect ring out and was going to buy some flowers to match the colour of the stone. But one evening, when you were both in your pjs, lying on the sofa watching a documentary, Steven looked down at you. Your head was lying on his legs, one hand under his thigh as you hugged his legs. He could see your eyes were starting to droop as he ran his fingers through your hair but could tell you were trying your best to stay awake. In that moment of pure domestic bliss, the words ‘marry me’ slipped past his lips without him even realising it. 
X = XO. How do they show you affection?
He’s an act of service kind of man but he’s also very touch deprived. He likes to have a hand on you pretty much at all times, especially when you’re out. Whether that's holding your hand, having his hand on your waist or just standing close enough that your arms brush. Steven also often gives you random kisses, muttering ‘I love you’s’ as he does so. He does little things but does them a lot.
Y = Yearn. What do they do when they miss you?
He’ll take a moment to use the diary you brought him, trying to get out his emotions but usually ends up writing about you. He’ll often burn your favourite candle as well, the smell filling his flat reminding him of you. He did worry sometimes about coming off as needy so would have to learn to cope without your presence with him 24/7, but that doesn’t mean he likes it.
Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?
He loves Gus to pieces, but Steven also likes the thought of having a house cat. A cuddly little thing, all warm and fluffy. He brings it up to you all the time until eventually you both go out and adopt one.
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Novacane 2// Matt Murdock X Dark! Reader
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CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC. This is part 2. Reminder READER is bat shit crazy and does some really bad things including but not limited to stalking, kidnapping, manipulation, drugging, and blackmail. If that isn't something you are into please keep scrolling. Minors DO NOT INTERACT. Part 1 3
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It has been about 2 months since you and Matt officially started dating. You had stopped with your shrine to Matt and was finally seeing him as a person instead of a prize. He wasn't the person you had thought he'd be. He was way more than what you could find in any article about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen or his Linkin page. You didn't plan on telling him that you knew he was Daredevil or how you made it so that you two would meet. It was difficult not mentioning anything about Daredevil when he showed up for date night with a new scar every time. You fully planned on not telling him you knew, until; he crawled into your apartment covered in blood and bruises last night in his daredevil costume before passing out. Luckily the one thing you didn't lie about was wanting to be a doctor. That was before you got kicked out of school for showing signs of being "mentally unstable"
You got his suit off before patching up his wounds and cleaning him up. You made sure his heart rate and everything was fine before basically dragging his large frame into your bed. You stayed up all night watching him making sure he was okay. When he finally came to it was morning. You were tired and so worried you couldn't even be mad at him.
"(Y/N)?" He rolled over with his eyes still closed
"I'm right here, Matty" You reached out your hand to him which he took.
He looked at you with tears in his eyes. You could tell he was about to say something.
"Save it. We'll talk after we get back from the hospital,"
You grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt for him to put on. He set up slowly.
"I can't go to the hospital. They'll start asking questions," he protested
"You're a blind guy in Hell's Kitchen. You were mugged, and you tried to fight back but he had a knife. Those cuts are pretty deep and I can't do stitches. You need to go to the ER and make sure you aren't bleeding internally. You're not fighting me on this, Matthew. Get dressed, we're leaving now." You gave him no time to argue with you.
You ordered a cab and waited downstairs until Matt came down. He was walking with a limp but he was walking and that's more than you can say he was doing last night. You weren't upset that he was hurt because you knew his secret but you were upset at how badly he was hurt. You never expected it to be that bad. You stood on the sidewalk with your arms crossed and tears forming in your eyes. Matt tried to put his arm around you to comfort you but you moved away from him.
"Don't. Just don't Matt,"
"Y/N please don't do this." He pleaded "I should have told you but involving you would only put you in danger and I can't live with that,"
"And what would I have done if you died in my doorway last night, Matt? I just got used to you being here I can't lose you now," The tears that were building up in your eyes were now falling down your cheeks
Matt pulled you into a hug but just held onto you while you let your emotions out.
"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, sweetheart. Don't worry. Okay? Look at me," He lifted your face and whipped your tears. " You're not getting rid of me that easily," he kissed your forehead
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"I can't believe it's been 6 months. It feels like we just met yesterday," Karen lifted her glass toast " Happy 6 months guys. I hope you guys are together forever." The 4 of you tapped their glasses together before taking a sip of their drink.
The gang was out celebrating another successful case on the night of you and Matt's 6 month-versary which Karen and Foggy were making a big deal out of for some reason.
"Thank you guys but I'm going to call it a night. I have a flight in the morning." Matt got up to pay his tab.
"Yeah, I have a hot 'date' tonight I should be heading out too," Foggy followed close behind.
"When is he going to realize that we know that a hot date means his hooking up with someone he barely knows," Karen said causing the two of you to laugh.
"At least he won't be alone this weekend," You joked back.
"Aw, this is the first weekend the two of you have been apart in months isn't it?"
You nodded in response
"How about we have a girl's weekend just the 2 of us at your fancy new apartment,"
Karen had slowly become your best friend. Over the last few months the two of you would talk on the phone for hours, and she'd come to watch movies with you and send each random videos on TikTok.
"That sounds fun! I think we should do it. Bring the snacks and ill bring the drinks,"
"Great! Tomorrow at 5 sound good?" Karen asked excitedly
"Yeah. This is my first girl's night ever. I can't wait," The smile on your face is way bigger than before. You didn't have many friends growing up and you finally felt like you had someone.
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"I'm fine. Karen will be here in a few minutes. I'm still setting everything up," You talked to Matt on the phone as you set up the living room for your girl's night.
"That's great, babe. I'm happy for you. I'll call later to check on you. I just checked in. Love you," He hung up the phone.
On cue, Karen knocked on the door before walking in. She had been over so often she wasn't considered company anymore.
"Wow, it looks really nice in here," Karen handed you the bag before hugging you.
You had gone a little overboard with decorating and made it look like every sleepover scene you had seen on tv growing up.
"Thanks I wanted it to be memorable. I'll pour us some drinks and pop us some popcorn you can pick a movie," You left Karen in the living room while you walked to the kitchen.
Karen chose a random romcom before getting antsy and started looking around at the pictures you had on the wall and your different decoctions. She smiled at the pictures of you and Matt hanging up. She always thought the two of you were perfect for each other and was happy she had a part in the two of you meeting.
"Hey, can you get the blankets and pillows out of the closet by the door," You shouted from the kitchen?
Karen walked towards the closet before responding to you. After removing the blankets from the top of the grey chest she got curious. She sat everything down on the sofa and walked back to the closet. She unlocked the gold lock before lifting the lid. The hundreds of pictures of Matt sleeping, eating, and out with foggy and so many different articles about Daredevil. She looked over the different details of the pictures and the random coffee mug that was in a bag labeled 'Matt's mug'. She started thinking it was a little weird how obsessed you were with your boyfriend but she didn't think too much about it until she found your diary. It was full of entries about how you had been stalking Matt for months and how you tricked Karen into helping you two meet.
"Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," Karen kept repeating over and over to herself as she took her phone out to text Matt.
'Matt, call me it's an emergency.' she sent the message before putting her phone back in her pocket.
She put the diary back and tried to put everything back in the chest before you came back. She closed the chest and tried to get out of the closet. She turned around to be faced with you holding a bottle of wine.
"I was just-" She started nervously
"It's a shame I really liked you, Karen Page," You said before hitting her over the head with the wine bottle knocking her out cold.
Her body went limp on the floor. You checked her pulse to make sure she was still breathing. Luckily she was.
"Damn it!" You shouted angry that you had to get rid of the only friend you ever had.
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Doctor Strange: -slightly offended-  Y/N: Don’t look at me, I tried to get a blanket when I said I was cold. It was your cloak that volunteered as tribute 
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