I'll write for most Marvel, DC, Star Trek, and Star Wars characters. If I'm not familiar enough with a character to write them, I'll let you know. A list of characters I write for can be found in my "About" page. Ships closed. Requests temporarily closed, sorry! AO3: Flung_Through_Galaxies
Matt Murdock x reader based on the song Like Real People Do by Hozier because every Hozier song makes me wanna fall in love and who better to fall in love with than mah boi Matt
Matt Murdock x reader based on the song Like Real People Do by Hozier because every Hozier song makes me wanna fall in love and who better to fall in love with than mah boi Matt
I’m currently rewatching all of Daredevil and the Punisher (almost finished with season 1) and I have been strongly reminded of how much I love Matt Murdock and I really hope his character is still as incredible in season 3. I’m very nervous.
Also, the reader is based on a character I made for the Punisher series that I need to start working on. Basically, she’s a mutant with cool healing powers and she can identify people’s injuries and illnesses just by focusing her energy on them.
Hey guys! My lovely friend wrote this sweet Matt Murdock fic based on a request I sent her from my personal blog. If you’re a fan of Daredevil, show it some love! :)
So, what would you all like to see in a sequel to Bad Luck? I have about a million ideas, but some input from people who read it would be super helpful in narrowing it down. Would you prefer super slow-burn over several more chapters or just 1-2 more parts? Do you want action-y, angsty Gotham or fluffy bookstore AU Gotham?
Feel free to share your thoughts with me in a message through my inbox or DM, I’m fine with either. :)
Prompt: I was cold and reading RHaTO, so here ya go!
Warnings: Ridiculously fluffy
It doesn’t get much better than this. Cuddled up with Jason on a rare day off, fighting off the bite of the cold air. The two of you had made some warm mulled cider and decided to marathon Lord of the Rings.
Here’s a little reblog to get everyone in the October mood!
My life these days is taken up by work and writing anywhere from 2-4 essays per week because ALL of my classes are English classes this semester. I really hope I get the time to write for fun again sometime soon. I miss it so much!
Warnings: None, really. Just some kissing and teasing.
Prompt: I got wine drunk while thinking about Poe and this happened. Reader wore her flight suit with the top unzipped and the sleeves tied around her waist, Poe kept checking her out in front of cadets, and now she’s gonna give him a talking-to.
It had been a long day for several reasons.
First, I spilled caf on my favorite white tank top and had to change before heading out for the morning.
Second, Poe and I were assigned to cadet training for the day.
Third, it was hot as Mustafar out on the tarmac today.
And Fourth, Poe couldn’t stop eyeing me up when I was giving the recruits commands.
I see them in my inbox, I promise! The reason I haven’t responded to requests people have sent via ask is because I’m afraid I will lose them if I don’t keep them in a safe spot like my inbox. Also, if I wait to respond to them until after the request is filled and posted, the person who requested it would get a notification when I answer the ask or they might see the response on their dash if they asked anonymously. It might be a weird method, but it’s all I’ve got until I find a better way. Thank you for your patience!
Warnings: None, really. Just some kissing and teasing.
Prompt: I got wine drunk while thinking about Poe and this happened. Reader wore her flight suit with the top unzipped and the sleeves tied around her waist, Poe kept checking her out in front of cadets, and now she’s gonna give him a talking-to.
It had been a long day for several reasons.
First, I spilled caf on my favorite white tank top and had to change before heading out for the morning.
Second, Poe and I were assigned to cadet training for the day.
Third, it was hot as Mustafar out on the tarmac today.
And Fourth, Poe couldn’t stop eyeing me up when I was giving the recruits commands.
I’d successfully ignored the temptation to jump Poe’s bones all day, but my patience was wearing thin now that we were done for the day.
The cadets were all heading inside for dinner, Poe and I tailing the group as the young pilots chatted amongst themselves.
As we reach the door that lead towards the chow hall, I take my chance.
Grabbing onto Poe’s arm, I tug him away from the door and around the side of the building.
“Whoa, babe, what’s going on?”
Poe’s confusion melts away the moment I stop walking and turn to meet his eyes. A smile tugs up the corner of his lips when I begin pushing him into the secluded corner of an abandoned outbuilding, my lips going to his neck the moment his back hits the wall.
“You should know better than to make eyes at me in front of new recruits, Dameron,” I murmur against the soft skin just below his ear.
Poe gives a breathy laugh in response. He lifts his hand to my face, tipping my chin back with a finger in order to look in my eyes.
“You should know better than to wear your uniform like this-” his other hand tugs on the knot my jumpsuit sleeves make around my waist- “with a shirt like that.”
I roll my eyes and grab his hand, moving it away from my face to settle on my hip.
“The best pilot in the Resistance gets distracted by a woman in a black tank top? We’re doomed.”
Poe’s smile widens and he runs his hands from my hips up to my waist, pulling me flush against him.
“To be fair, you look like a badass in this getup. Can you really blame me for getting a little distracted?”
“I don’t stare you down in front of trainees whenever you look hot,” I counter, moving a hand from his shoulder to playfully tug his hair.
“Liar.”
His accusation surprises me, and I say as much.
“Really? Name one time.”
“When I was showing Ymir how to make her welds neat, I caught you eyeing me up in my welding gear.” He pauses and seems to search his thoughts for another example.
“There was also that time I led PT and you almost crashed the maintenance cart when you saw me stretching during my cool down. Also, that ti-”
“Okay! Damn-” I interrupt him, “- I get it. We’re both distractingly sexy.”
“Finally, a compromise,” Poe laughs.
He leans in and nudges his nose against mine.
“Weren’t we gonna fool around?”
“I guess,” I sigh with feigned disinterest.
Poe rolls his eyes at my teasing before jumping in where we left off.
One spin and our positions are flipped. Poe is pressing me against the wall now.
His lips find my neck and I lose myself, all the distractions and frustrations of my day falling away until it’s just Poe and I, in this stolen moment.
Prompt: “Can I request a Dick Grayson/reader oneshots where the two of them woke up together after cuddling and they're so happy and in love and they're tickling each other and giving each other morning kisses? And the reader is part of the team as well? (Wow, that was a lot I'm sorry)”
Requested By: @agent-teacup
Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this took so long for me to post. I haven’t been as involved in the DC fandom lately and it’s very difficult to try to find inspiration when it isn’t coming naturally. That being said, I hope this is at somewhat in-character for Dick. I hope I find some legit inspiration soon so I can write a more developed Dick fic in the near future!
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You wake up slowly, allowing your brain time to register that it’s morning. You fight the urge to open your eyes and face the day, instead snuggling your face against the solid warmth your cheek is pressed into.
The scent of Dick’s body wash catches your attention and and stirs you closer to consciousness with its familiarity. You finally, if reluctantly, open your eyes.
Your eyelids still feel heavy, causing you to squint, but you can make out the gray fabric of the t-shirt that your head is rested against. The soft rays of sunlight that peak through the gap between the curtains illuminates the room just enough for you to focus on the features of Dick’s face when you glance up from where you lay on his chest.
His features are softened by sleep, his hair sticking up in messy tufts that somehow looked good on him.
You let your eyes slip shut again, taking in the warmth of the moment and letting out a contented sigh. It’s rare for the two of you to get to sleep in without being interrupted by someone else on the team barging into your shared apartment unannounced.
The last time you slept in, you were woken by the sound of Jason banging around in your kitchen in search of breakfast. You’re still working out how he got in through your fourth-story window.
Dick must be waking now, because he shifts a bit, a hum rumbling in his chest. You lift your head a bit and blink open your eyes fully, greeted by the bright blue irises that you love so much. A sleepy smile has made its way to Dick’s lips as he takes in the glory of your messy hair and sleep-leaden eyes.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he murmurs as he wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you into his embrace the rest of the way and smushing your face against his neck.
“Good morning,” you reply, voice muffled. Dick chuckles and lets up on his grip a bit so you’re free to move. When you pull your head back to look at him, you give him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. He scrunches up his face in a way that just makes you want to kiss him some more.
You give into the temptation and press tiny kisses to his cheeks, his forehead, his chin, while he chuckles at your playfulness. “You missed my mouth, babe.”
“I was gonna get there eventually,” you tease, leaning forward and pressing your lips softly against his. You can feel the corners of his mouth tug upward as he smiles into the kiss.
Dick unwinds an arm from your waist and threads his fingers through your hair, effectively deepening the kiss and prompting you to part your lips. His free hand runs up your back, fingers brushing over your ribs.
You squirm a bit at the sensation and a tiny laugh bubbles up in your chest, causing you to draw back to avoid laughing right against Dick’s lips. He unwinds his fingers from your hair, his hand cupping your as he pulls back to look at you.
“What’re you laughing at?” His eyebrows quirk up and a playful gleam lights up his eyes, his thumb swiping across your cheek.
“You know I’m ticklish, babe. Watch the hands.”
You regret reminding him about your weakness almost immediately, as that playful gleam brightens and his smirk takes a devilish turn.
“You mean this-” he brushes his finger across your ribs once again, “-tickles?”
The squeak that escapes you is all the answer he needs before he gets both hands involved, initiating a full-on tickle war.
You do your best to roll over and squirm away, but Dick snags an arm around your torso and pulls you so your back thumps against his chest before he continues his attack. His fingers dig into your sides and draw more laughter from you.
“Dick, stop! This isn’t fair,” you squeal, searching for an opening in his attack that will give you a chance at the upper hand.
Finally, he shows a lapse in judgement, leaning a bit too far to one side and making it rather easy for you to roll to face him, wrap a leg around his waist while pushing against the mattress with the other, and flip him over.
Dick stares up at you in surprise as you grab onto his hands to stop his relentless attack.
“Impressive move for ten in the morning,” he remarks, “You seem to be wide awake now.”
“You’re not ticklish, so I had to improvise my offense a bit,” you accentuate your statement by sticking your tongue out at your very amused significant other.
“Fair enough. Now, can I have my hands back?”
“Promise not to use them for evil?” You quirk an eyebrow, sensing his hesitation at your question.
You tilt your head, your expression warning against any further attack.
Dick sighs, defeated, before bowing his head in submission.
“Good,” you give him a quick kiss on the top of his head and release his hands. Dropping your voice an octave lower, you propose a compromise to satisfy your significant other’s playful mood without being tickled to death.
“How about we spar for a bit after breakfast? That’s a more fair fight, considering how I can’t tickle you but I can kick your ass.”
Dick grins widely, chuckling at your challenge.
“You’re on. Eight rounds after breakfast,” he agrees.
You stick your hand out to shake on the deal, Dick returning the gesture and drawing you closer by your clasped hands. He leans in to murmur something in your ear.
“Loser has to Jason-proof the apartment.”
The laugh that escapes you is genuine and good-natured. You nod your head and slide off the bed, pulling Dick with you towards the kitchen.
“That’s a task we should have taken care of ages ago. I’m not even sure we have anything to make for breakfast,” you chuckle as you open each cabinet and find nothing but non-perishables like soup and beans.
Dick wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder as your eyes scan the slim pickings in the refrigerator.
“We can walk to that little diner down the street. Pancakes sound pretty good to me,” he suggests.
You turn in his arms so you can face him and drape your arms over his shoulders.
“Sounds good to me,” you give him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose, “but you might want to get something with a bit more protein if you plan on beating me today.”
Dick scoffs in faux offense and you chuckle, pressing another kiss, this time to his cheek.
“Any particular reason you’re so affectionate today?”
“I’m just trying to butter you up so it doesn’t hurt as much when I kick your ass later-” another kiss to his other cheek, “-and because I love you.”
The smile that crosses Dick’s face reaches his eyes and makes your heart skip a beat.
He leans in until his lips are hovering right above yours.
“I love you, too.”
Then he kisses you, still smiling against your lips.
Prompt: The Beatles song “I Want to Hold Your Hand,” as well as memories of holding someone’s hand for the first time, because I looove that feeling.
Requested by: My writer’s block-stricken brain.
Author’s Note: I didn’t use “Y/N” in this one, so I’m leaving out the code for the name insert. Also, I tried writing first-person POV to see if things flow a little better. :) Let me know if you enjoy reading first or second-person better, please!
“Hey, we’re heading down to the mess hall. Wanna join?” Jess asks me, motioning down the hall that leads to the residential area.
I give her a smile, “Yeah, I’ll meet you there in a few. I’ve got to run this report down to Command.” Jess nods, turning to lead the group of pilots to lunch.
“We’ll see you there!”
I continue on my way to the command center, brushing some dust from my flightsuit along the way. All my grimey gear had been left in the locker room of the squadron bay, but the bright orange of the flightsuit didn’t hide the dust of the landing zone very well.
No longer includes Kylo Ren for a plethora of reasons. I will be keeping my Kylo fics on my Masterlist (for now, at least) but I’ll no longer be writing fics for him. I couldn’t get his characterization down anyway, so it’s really for the best on a few fronts!
Prompt: The Beatles song “I Want to Hold Your Hand,” as well as memories of holding someone’s hand for the first time, because I looove that feeling.
Requested by: My writer’s block-stricken brain.
Author’s Note: I didn’t use “Y/N” in this one, so I’m leaving out the code for the name insert. Also, I tried writing first-person POV to see if things flow a little better. :) Let me know if you enjoy reading first or second-person better, please!
AO3 Link - For those of you that might prefer reading fics on there!
“Hey, we’re heading down to the mess hall. Wanna join?” Jess asks me, motioning down the hall that leads to the residential area.
I give her a smile, “Yeah, I’ll meet you there in a few. I’ve got to run this report down to Command.” Jess nods, turning to lead the group of pilots to lunch.
“We’ll see you there!”
I continue on my way to the command center, brushing some dust from my flightsuit along the way. All my grimey gear had been left in the locker room of the squadron bay, but the bright orange of the flightsuit didn’t hide the dust of the landing zone very well.
Upon entering command, I give a few officers polite nods, as I make my way to General Organa. The woman was standing near a large display that showed troop movements among various Resistance outposts. Poe Dameron was by her side, gesturing to a part of the display with a thoughtful look on his face.
The sight of Poe brings a small smile to my face that I quickly try to squander, hoping to maintain an air of professionalism despite my hopeless crush on the man. As I approach, General Organa takes notice of me first, finishing her words to Poe quickly before greeting me.
“Lieutenant, I trust that you have the mission report from this morning.”
I pull two data drives from one of my flight suit’s many pockets and hold them out for her to take.
“Yes, General. The plan went off without a hitch, and we even got the chance to grab some interesting files before we blew the data tower to bits.”
The General smiles at this, graciously accepting the data drives from me. “I’ll have our decryption team get right on this. Good work.” With that she turns, giving Poe a small smile before she makes her way towards the section of command that holds our decryption team.
I finally allow myself to truly look at Poe, not bothering to hide my smile as I see that one that is spread across his own face.
I’m expecting another round of harmless flirting from the pilot, having grown accustomed to his advances in the time I’d known him. I cross my fingers, hoping it just might mean as much to him this time as it always has for me.
“What are you grinning about, Dameron?”
Poe chuckles and shrugs, “I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed you having a serious conversation with anyone.”
I scoff, feigning offense and placing my hands on my hips.
“I’ll have you know that I’m plenty capable of having serious conversations when I put my mind to it. I just choose to be ridiculous most of the time,” I explain to the Commander, whose eyes are lit up with mirth. He takes a step closer, now standing right beside me.
“That’s why I like having you around. Always so cheerful,” Poe says, his lazy smirk making my knees go a little bit weak.
I hardly have the chance to blush, let alone respond, before he’s speaking again.
“You have lunch yet?”
I give a quick shake of my head, as an answer as well as a way to reel my thoughts in.
“I was planning on meeting Jess and the others after giving those drives to the General. Wanna join?”
Poe gives me one of his million credit smiles before he responds, “Of course.”
With that, the two of us make our way out of the command center and head towards the mess hall, making idle chit chat along the way.
About halfway to our destination, an astromech comes whizzing by, forcing Poe to step out of its way or risk having his foot run over. Our hands bump each other, fingers brushing together briefly and causing a small rush of warmth to travel up my arm.
When the droid passes, Poe quickly puts some distance between us, though the gap is noticeably smaller.
“I wonder what had that droid in such a hurry,” he muses, letting out a slightly awkward chuckle.
I shrug, “Must’ve been something important for it to risk decommissioning you with a broken foot,” I tease and we reach the mess hall.
Poe and I go through the food line quickly, not having to wait long because most everyone had already received their food and sat down.
It was easy to find the long table full of pilots, their orange flight suits giving them away. Poe and I greet our friends as we sit down beside one another.
Jess gives me a knowing look from across the table while Poe catches up with Snap. I playfully sneer at her, which causes her to chuckle.
The amount of people seated on the benches of our table causes Poe and I to sit rather close, our thighs mere centimeters from touching.
I’m talking to Jess about our mission earlier in the day when I feel Poe’s knee bump against my own. I glance over at him to see if he was trying to get my attention, but find that he’s busy talking to Kren Bast. He likely didn't even notice the contact.
I try to ignore the feeling of his knee pressed against my own as I continue my conversation with Jess.
After I finish eating, I settle in to focus more on the conversations that were going on, resting my left hand on my thigh and propping my right elbow on the table to get comfortable as I listen to Jess recount a story from her days in training.
I notice movement out of the corner of my eye and glance down to see that Poe has adjusted as well. His right hand has moved to his own thigh, his fingers drumming against the fabric of his flight suit. I focus back on Jess, laughing along as she tells the group about the shenanigans we were involved in back in the day.
Jess is recounting the time we got busted for skipping out on chores to watch flight drills when I feel Poe’s pinky brush the tiniest bit against my own. I keep my eyes on Jess, but my focus is drawn to the miniscule contact.
I slide my hand closer, testing the waters as my pinky and the pad of my ring finger reach towards Poe, now brushing back. The contact is enough to set butterflies loose in my stomach as I wait for Poe’s reaction.
My mind is running wild at the possibility that my affections might just be reciprocated.
But what if the touch had only been an accident?
I can’t help but glance to the left for a moment to reassure myself. The tiny smirk that the pilot is now sporting silents my question, putting my heart at ease for the moment.
I feel my own lips start to tug up at the corners, no matter how hard I try to keep a straight face.
The next move is mutual, our hands sliding across each other’s until the back of Poe’s hand rests on my thigh, cradling my hand as our fingers lace together.
Poe’s thumb rubs back and forth a few times across my own, causing a pleasant warmth to spread across my face and chest, the flutter in my stomach stoked even more.
We sit this way for the remainder of Jess’ story, but my attention is only halfway on her tale. The other half is focused on the way my heart thumps in response to the feeling of Poe’s hand in my own.
His fingers are calloused, the skin just a little tougher than my own. His grip is gentle, and I realize that I like the way our hands fit together. The warmth of his touch makes me feel safe, secure.
As soon as Jess finishes her story, the pilots around the table laugh in appreciation of a punchline that wrapped the narrative up rather nicely. I chuckle as well and roll my eyes at my friend, who was basking in the glory of everyone’s attention.
I look over at Poe and see that he’s smiling at me, his eyes alight. I give his hand a tiny squeeze before I release it in order to gather my tray and get ready to leave the mess hall.
Poe walks alongside me to the tray deposit area, quickly setting his tray on the conveyor belt after I set down my own. He reaches his hand out towards mine and I give him a questioning look, eyebrows raised.
“I think I’m going through withdrawals already,” he jokes with a smile.
I bring my lower lip between my teeth to hold back a chuckle, reaching out to lace my fingers between his once again.
“I’m gonna have a hard time letting go if we keep this up,” I warn, my tone teasing.
Poe turns to face me, a smirk on his lips, before leaning his head down so that he can whisper in my ear.
“Then don’t let go,” he suggests, pulling back and pressing a quick kiss to my cheek.
We walk out of the mess hall hand in hand, a new reason for winning this war at our fingertips.
Thank you so much to the followers who have stuck around during my extended absence! I had a creative writing class during spring semester and it took so much of my creative energy that I struggled to write anything that wasn’t coursework. My summer has been crazy busy, with a ton of family events that I won’t bore you with. Now, a new semester has started and my courses shouldn’t expend nearly as much of my creativity! I have a ton of stories that I started on throughout the months between my last fic post and now, and I hope to finish some of them very soon!
Later, I’ll be posting a little Poe Dameron fic that I wrote up to help me break through some writer’s block recently. Thanks again for sticking around!
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