Lenna

Being jealous of arranged husband! Dex<3

It was no secret that Dex was an attractive guy, and even more charismatic. Though his charms doesn’t work on you well it definitely works on other women.

In no way im saying Dex would try to flirt with women to get your attention, he is too hopelessly and desperately into you.

It doesn’t stop other women to flirt with him though. Its not like he doesn’t shut it off immediately, he really does. But what he didnt know that you would be jealous by it.

How could he? You barely gave him the time of day, never paying actual attention to him. Hell, you barely even talk to him properly at home!!

You two were in the car, going back home after a wedding. Summer season always did meant the wedding season, and maybe thats why the only thing Dex insisted about the wedding was having the wedding late autumn early winter.

To be honest, if this was a friends wedding you would’ve totally left Dex home. After all its your friends. But since this was a family wedding you had to bring him, and he was quite eager to come.

You were sat on the passenger seat, one leg crossed over the other. Back comfortably against the seat, watching the dark road. Your music playing in his car.

You were quieter than usual, you were always quiet when alone with him, sure. But this time it was different, seeing your cousin (who wasnt even your cousin) touch up on his arm talking about how unfair it was to him that he had such a cruel wife.. you werent that cruel were you?

“You’re different,” Dex started, looking at you for a moment. Watching the way your gaze was so distant, thumb brushing over the diamond ring. Your breathing a little a slower, like you didnt even have the tolerance to hear your own breath. “I promise nothing happened, i shut it down as soon as i realised..”

Dex reached with his right hand, the left one still on the wheel. His hand hovered over yours for a moment, raising his hand to touch your arm. Trying to coax words out of your mouth. “Im cruel?” You asked, you were as confused as someone could be.

“No, you’re not cruel. You’re just…” he trailed off, not knowing how to continue. “I’m just what, Dex?-” You huffed out, crossing his arms.

“You’re my wife, thats who you are. You’re not Cruel, you’re not mean. You’re my wife.” He cut you off before you could continue, emphasizing on the word wife. “Since when do you care what others say? Huh? Wait, this is not about being called cruel is it?” He realised, eyes widening slightly as he stopped talking for a moment. Stopping to park inside the gas station.

He turned to face you, a small smile forming on his face. “What are you so smiley for?” Your brows furrowed, why was he being so smiley about??

“You’re jealous- thats, thats what it is” He said, happy as he can. Reaching to touch your hand. You retract your hand, rolling your eyes before resting back against the seat. “…No.” You muttered not even looking at him.

“Oh no, please let me have this. Come on.” Dex was more excited than anything, it was his first time seeing you this… small.

You shook your head, not even looking at him. He grabbed your wrist, squeezing. Not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to get your attention back on him.

“Its just me, come on, dont be shy.” He said, ducking his head a little to get into your vision. “You let her touch you.” You muttered out, finally making eye contact.

“Ah… i see. Im yours though, aren’t i? Do you want me to get rid of her? I know how much you hate her.” He said, trying to lighten your mood. And when you didnt reply he just nodded, his hand sliding down from your wrist to your hand.

Trying to hold your hand without pushing his luck too much. “Maybe.” You said in a small voice slightly irritated that he was this happy. “Will you shut up now?” You sigh, wanting so bad to snap at him.

Dex, gave you a defeated look. “She touched me barely a second, you know.” He spoke after some silence, watching you pick at your bracelet. “Besides, why do you care now?” He hummed, hoping to take you out of your shell a little more.

“You’re acting as if you wouldnt have done the same thing.” You murmur, finally holding eye contact with him. “Yeah, well, i would’ve killed the guy. But thats just me.” He shrugged casually, like it was just common sense.

“…So, i should kill her is what you’re saying?” You smiled a little, and Dex grinned at your smile. It was the third time he made you smile up until now. “No, i got it handled. Dont mess up those pretty nails.” He hummed, reaching out a hand. Seeing if you would let him take it.

When you didnt retract your hand he took it as a sign to hold your hand in his, thumb rubbing over your nails.

You finally spoke after watching his thumb touch your nails so gently “No.. dont kill anyone.”

“I could.”

“I wont come visit.”

“Fine, i wont…” Dex said begrudgingly, you two fell into a silence again. But this time it felt comfortable, warm even.

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Skipping to Thanksgiving few months later, you arrived at your family home. Dex walked behind you like a puppy, per usual. But this time you were actually letting him hold your hand. Couple bite marks on his throat, high enough that his turtleneck doesnt even cover them. Dex doesnt want them covered eighter, happy that his pretty pretty wife is holding his hand, her marks on his throat. His marks were planted in deep deep places instead. Maybe you getting jealous wasnt so bad after all, after all it got him what he wanted all along.

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x female reader

Summary: The Thunderbolts love to tease Bob about how down bad he is for you.

Warnings: flirting. teasing. fun times with the Thunderbolts. yearning a bit. touching (innocently). heart eyed Bob. no use of y/n.

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The first mistake is introducing you to the team game night.

The second mistake is letting Yelena discover how easy it is to embarrass Bob in front of you.

Because now? She absolutely lives for it.

“Okay,” John says dramatically, throwing cards onto the table, “someone explain to me how Bob won three rounds in a row.”

“Statistical probability,” Bob answers quietly.

Yelena narrows her eyes. “Suspicious answer.”

You laugh softly beside him and Bob glances over immediately. And there it is. That look. That impossibly tender oh there you are expression he gets every single time you smile at him.

Ava notices instantly. “Oh my God,” she mutters.

Bob blinks. “What?”

“You’re doing the face again.”

Bob freezes. “What face?”

“The one where you look at her like she personally invented sunlight.”

Your face immediately heats up.

Across the table, Alexei gasps dramatically. “Yes! Puppy eyes!”

Bob looks genuinely alarmed now. “I do not have puppy eyes.”

“You absolutely do,” John says.

Yelena points at you. “And she likes it.”

Bob nearly chokes to death and you hide your smile behind your drink. “I think it’s cute.”

Complete silence. The entire table watches Bob short-circuit in real time.

His ears turn pink instantly. “…Okay,” he says weakly after a second. “You think I'm cute?.”

Yelena slams a hand against the table triumphantly. “He is blushing!”

“I hate all of you.”

“No you don’t,” you murmur affectionately beside him and Bob looks at you only to immediately softens again.

Ava groans loudly. “UGH. There it is again.”

The next incident happens during training. Which is unfortunate, because the entire team witnesses it.

You’re sparring with Bucky. Which is a bad idea, honestly. Not because you’re unskilled, but because Bucky fights like a brick wall with emotional repression issues.

One badly blocked hit later and you stumble backward with a sharp hiss. Bob is across the room instantly. Like genuinely superhuman fast.

One second he’s standing near the weights and the next he’s beside you gripping your shoulders carefully. “You okay?”

The concern in his voice is immediate. Sharp and protective.

You blink up at him. “I’m fine.”

Bob’s eyes scan you anxiously anyway. “Your wrist is hurt.”

“It’s just sore.”

Bucky watches this interaction silently. Then slowly glances at Yelena.

Yelena grins like a maniac. “Ohhhhh he is DOWN BAD.”

Bob closes his eyes briefly. “Please stop saying that.”

“You moved at speed of light,” John says. “That was insane.”

Alexei points proudly. “Power of romance!”

“It was a reflex,” Bob argues weakly.

You smile slightly. “That’s kinda sweet, actually.”

Bob looks at you. And once again ... Puppy eyes.

Ava physically throws her hands into the air. “I cannot keep watching this every day.”

But the real disaster happens two weeks later. At IKEA. Nobody knows how it happened. One minute the team is discussing tactical equipment. The next somehow everyone is wandering through IKEA on a “quick stop.”

Which is already dangerous.

Then John and Alexei discover the fake apartment displays. Which becomes catastrophic immediately.

“You two,” Yelena says suddenly, pointing at you and Bob. “Pretend to be a married couple.”

Bob nearly walks into a fake wall. “What?”

“Yes,” Alexei agrees enthusiastically. “Tiny domestic experiment.”

You’re already laughing, but Bob looks deeply suspicious. “This feels targeted.”

“It is,” Ava confirms.

Before Bob can escape, Yelena physically grabs your wrist and shoves you both into one of the fake living room setups. “Go go go.”

“What are we supposed to do?” Bob asks helplessly.

“Domestic activities.”

“That is not an activity.”

John immediately sprawls across the fake couch. “Oh my God, look. Bob already looks like he pays taxes.”

The team loses it instantly. Meanwhile Bob stands frozen in the middle of the staged living room while you laugh beside him.

Then you casually fix the collar of his jacket. A tiny gesture. Nothing dramatic. But Bob stills immediately. His eyes flick down to your hands and then back to your face.

And suddenly the teasing around you fades into background noise, because he’s looking at you again. Like that.

Soft, warm. Entirely gone for you.

Your expression melts a little too. “Your collar was weird,” you murmur quietly.

Bob smiles faintly. “Thank you.”

And unfortunately the team notices EVERYTHING.

Yelena screams from across the showroom: “THEY ARE FLIRTING IN SCANDINAVIAN LIVING SPACE.”

Bob physically folds in half from embarrassment. You laugh so hard you accidentally lean against him. And instinctively his arm wraps around your waist. Easy and protective like it belongs there. Natural such as breathing.

The whole team goes silent. Because for one tiny second, the joking fades. And they all see it.

How careful Bob is with you. How much calmer he looks around you. How you automatically lean into him like you trust him completely.

It’s sweet enough to hurt. Even Bucky softens slightly. Then Alexei ruins the moment instantly. “You should buy fake couch for kissing.”

The entire group erupts again.

Bob drops his forehead directly onto your shoulder in surrender while you laugh helplessly into his hair. And somewhere underneath all the chaos and teasing and ridiculousness, something warm settles quietly into Bob’s chest.

Because for the first time in a very long time, being loved doesn’t feel frightening.

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Thank you so much for reading! All interactions are highly appreciated

adrian chase x reader

There was a crash in the living room, followed by a meow and shushing from your boyfriend Adrian. She stepped out of the bedroom making her way towards the living room. “Adrian?” she calls out as she moves to his bent over frame. 

“Hey pretty!” He stands up abruptly and scoots around like he’s trying to cover something. “What are you doing?” her head moves trying to look behind his legs. She pauses for a moment before moving closer, eyebrows furrowed as she looks down at her cat…in a shirt similar to Adrian's vigilante suit. “Why is my cat wearing a shirt?” 

“I need a sidekick duh!” he states like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Okay, but why can’t an actual human be your sidekick?” 

He scoffs at her question “Because it risks somebody knowing my secret identity, plus cats have 32 muscles in each ear, allowing them to swivel 180 degrees independently and hear frequencies up to 100,000 Hz, so he can listen for bad guys behind me!” 

She nods, processing his words “So instead of getting someone like Kite-Man to help fight alongside  you, you choose my cat.”

An offended scoff leaves his lips “First of all I would NEVER have ‘Kite-Man’ be my sidekick and secondly he’s our cat.”

“Right sorry our cat”

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A couple hours later Adrian came through the window with the cat strapped to his chest in a…baby carrier? 

She looks up from the screen of her computer taking in the sight of her boyfriend with small scratches on the sides of his mask and on the hard plates of his suit. “I take it that it didn’t do well?”

He closes the window undoing the carrier on his chest, removing his mask “No it didn’t” he pointed to the animal that was now occupying her lap. “He took off on me five times!” 

“Is that why he was in a baby carrier?”

“No! He was in there because he kept trying to eat the rats!”

She stopped scratching the cat's head. “What rats?”

“The ones at the pet store!”

“Why were you at the pet store this late, and where did you even find a baby carrier?”

“Oh I found it on some balcony, I can’t believe people let things dry outside at night! I mean what if it had gotten stolen, good thing I found it and used it to keep this little guy safe!”

She took a deep breath. “That still doesn't explain why you were at the pet store.”

Not hiding anymore

Benjamin Poindexter x fem!Reader

warning: insecure reader, fluff

The thought followed you everywhere these days. It slipped into your head whenever Dex’s hand settled at the small of your back, whenever women you don’t know glanced at him a second too long.

He was beautiful. His face, his body, fuck, everything about him was beautiful. The way his face harmonizes together. Just… everything!

And then there was you.

You had spent so much time convincing yourself that he would eventually realize he could do better that you had almost started treating it like a fact rather than a fear.

Dex noticed the change before you ever said a word. The way you looked away whenever someone complimented him. The way your pulse jumped whenever you caught the eyes of a stranger on him. Lust written all over their faces.

You were sitting together on the couch when he finally spoke.

“You’ve been avoiding my eye contacts.” The statement caught you off guard. It shouldn’t catch you off guard because you knew that he over analyzed everything.

“What?”

“You’ve been doing it for twelve days.”

“Twelve-” You blinked. Has it really been that long?

“Twelve.” There wasn’t even a hint of uncertainty in his voice. You stared at him for a moment before looking down at your hands. Dex waited until you said something but nothing followed. Eventually the words slipped out of your mouth.

“I don’t know.” A blant lie. You knew why you had been avoiding his eye contact for so long.

“You do.” You swallowed and look down, not wanting to meet his eyes. He knew that you know the reason for all this. And for a second he thought that he was the problem.

“It’s stupid.”

“I didn’t say it was.” Yeah thanks Dex…

His expression remained the same, silence stetching between you. Then quietly you admitted it.

“Sometimes I don’t understand why you’re with me.”

The room became so quiet, it felt uncomfortable. You immediately regretted saying it.

“It sounds ridiculous, I know, but you’re…” You laughed weakly. “Look at you, Dex.”

His eyebrows pulled together. You continued before you could stop yourself.

“You’re attractive and confident and people notice you everywhere we go and I just keep thinking one day you’re going to realize you settled for me and leave me.” You stop to take a deep breath before you continued. “Like maybe you just haven’t noticed yet that I am not the person you want to spend your time with.”

For a second, Dex simply stared. Then he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

“You think I haven’t noticed?”

“What?” You frowned but you’re not completely shocked.

“I know exactly what you look like.” His gaze stayed fixed on you. The bluntness of the response made your face heat immediately.

“Dex-” He cuts you off before you can say anything further.

“No.” His voice wasn’t harsh. Oh my, it was anything but harsh.

“I know what your face looks like when you’re trying not to laugh. I know how you wrinkle your nose when you’re annoyed. I know the sound of your footsteps compared to everyone elses and I know how much you love taking care of stray cats.” His eyes never left yours while he was saying all these beautiful stuff. “I know you always move closer when you’re tired even though you pretend you’re not affectionate.”

“I notice things.” The statement carried a weight that made it impossible to argue with him.

“You act like I ended up here without me wanting it,” he continued quietly. “Like I somehow missed all the other options.”

A bitter laugh escaped you. “That’s not what I-”

“It is.” His jaw tightened at the thought of you putting yourself down. For the first time, something vulnerable slipped through his body “And it’s wrong.”

“I chose you.” The words landed harder than anything else had. Dex reached for your hand. His thumb brushed across your knuckles.

“If I wanted someone else, I’d be with someone else.” You looked down.

“But-”

“No.” He cuts you off again but this time firmly. You looked back up to find him already watching you.

“I don’t stay where I don’t want to be.” There was something almost painfully honest in the statement. You know that Dex is honest. He wasn’t the type of person who remained out of obligation. He never had been and never will be.

“So stop deciding what I should want for me.”Your breath caught. His fingers tightened around yours.

“I know exactly who I’m with and I love where I am.” For a moment neither of you spoke.

Then, quieter this time, he added. “And for the record, every time you look at me and wonder why I’m with you, I’m usually wondering why you’re still putting up with me. Why you’re with me.”

You stared, trying to process everything he just said. Dex immediately looked annoyed with himself for admitting that. Which somehow made you smile and the tension finally eased from your shoulders.

“What’s funny?” His eyes narrowed slightly.

“You are funny.”

“That wasn’t a joke.” He sighed.

“I know.” But when you leaned against him a second later, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer without a word, holding you there with the same certainty he’d used all evening. He gently kisses your temple and rests his head against yours.

“You’re it for me. Never say that again about yourself.” He quietly said. “Never hide from me anymore.”

His pretty Woman

Benjamin Poindexter x fem!Reader

warning: fluff!

A/N: If Dex ever complimented me just know I’d jump on him.

You were sitting on the kitchen counter while Dex made coffee, one leg swinging against the cabinet below. The apartment was quiet except for the sound of the coffee maker and the occasional clink of a mug against the countertop. It was one of those mornings where neither of you had anywhere urgent to be.

You were halfway through scrolling on your phone when you noticed him looking at you. I mean, Dex looked at you a lot.

What was unusual was that he’d stopped what he was doing entirely. He was standing in front of the coffee machine with one hand resting on the counter, gaze fixed on you with that intense focus that made it feel like he was studying every detail at once.

You lowered your phone. “What?”

His eyes flicked briefly to your face before he answered.

“Your hair looks beautiful today.” You blinked.

“Oh.” You say and Dex nodded once, as if that settled the matter, then turned back toward the coffee maker. Meanwhile, your brain completely stopped functioning.

Because the thing was, you hadn’t done anything special. You’d barely brushed your hair this morning before leaving it down. There had been no effort involved or whatever, which somehow made the compliment worse. A few seconds passed before Dex looked back over his shoulder.

“Why are you smiling?” Immediately, your smile disappeared.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m literally not.”

“You were.” You groaned quietly and hid your face behind your phone. From across the kitchen, Dex frowned slightly. He seemed genuinely confused by your reaction, which honestly made sense. Dex rarely gave compliments to be charming. If he noticed something, he simply said it. To him, there wasn’t anything particularly extraordinary about it.

But there was something extraordinary about it to you.

“Dex.”

“What?”

“You can’t just say stuff like that.”

His eyebrows pulled together immediately. “Like what?”

You lowered the phone enough to look at him. “Compliments.”

“But your hair does look nice.” The answer came so quickly and so sincerely that your face instantly warmed. Dex noticed this immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly as realization began to dawn on him. You could practically see the moment he connected the dots.

“Oh.”

“No.”

“You get embarrassed.”

“Dex.”

“You do.”

You pointed at him accusingly. “Don’t start.”

“I’m not doing anything.” The corner of his mouth twitched upward. Not a full smile, but close enough.

“You’re looking way too pleased with yourself right now.” He considered that for a second. Then his gaze moved over your face again, completely unbothered.

“You look pretty when you blush. My pretty Woman.” Dex immediately knew he’d won. Not because he’d meant to fluster you, not even because he’d been teasing. He simply looked at your expression afterward and realized the compliment had landed exactly the way he’d hoped.

A small smile finally appeared on his face as he stepped closer and handed you your coffee. Your cheeks were still warm. Dex looked entirely too satisfied about it.

“See?” he said quietly. You accepted the mug with a groan.

“Dex.” You warn him but his smile only widened slightly.

“Okay Okay, no need to get angry, pretty woman.” Ugh, is he trying to kill you?

Grace goes swimming! Rocky is not thrilled.

Eridians cant "hold their breath" like humans do, their vents dont close completly so water can still get in, if they fall in water they drown and die. safe to say rocky is not a fan of when grace does it for fun xD

(i got the inspo for this from this fic: Enrichment by alatarmaia4, please check it out it is so funny)

This person sadly has a massive following on tiktok and has been deleting comments in their videos (informative comments that bring up that person’s harmful behavior through google docs receipt.)

It is already concerning because their parasocial behavior includes stalking Wilson Bethel and searching up images of his family by following the actor’s family accounts which he keeps private from the media.

can I request Bullseye with blind reader where he thought she saw him vigilante-ing but turns out she couldn't see so he just following her around.

or Dex x blind reader where she ask to touch his face to try and visualize how he looks to her and he lets her touch other part of him too. And she cried after discovered many scars of his (she just love him so much) and he start panicking and stuff.

thank you thank you thank you i hope you have a wonderful day

hello anon!!! i will write both because these are both amazing ideas :3

so, reader has low vision, which in her case means that she can identify light and shadows, but not shapes. which means she can't identify people's faces, has limited depth perception, and generally struggles to get around. but she is familiar with her neighbourhood, so she is a bit more okay with getting home and to work :3

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dex saw you across the street on a dark, dark night. regrettably after he had maimed about fourteen anti-vigilante task force agents without a mask on. it had been ripped off during a moment of hand-to-hand combat and he figured it didn't matter since who'd be walking around hell's kitchen this late at night?

then he saw you seemingly looking directly at him from across the street, in perfect view of the scene.

he stared at you for a moment, contemplating how to handle this inconvenience. with his remington? his knife? his colt? he couldn't be certain that he was actually considering it, since he knew he would've done it by now if he really wanted to.

by the time his hand reached for a throwing knife, you had begun walking away. he just tracked your receding figure before stalking back to his apartment.

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dex couldn't sleep that night. hours passed and he was trying to grasp how he could've possibly let this happen. from letting his mask slip to not noticing you, then to not taking care of the problem that you posed.

he gave up on the farce of trying to sleep and paced his apartment. he was sure he'd walked miles within these walls.

he ran through every action he took, he would've done it all the same again, but he just couldn't fathom how he reached such a problematic outcome.

all he knew was that he needed to find you, he needed to make sure you wouldn't tell anybody what happened.

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finding you wasn't hard for him at all. your face had been engraved in his mind's eye since he saw you. he went back to the place he saw you the day after at a similar time, and there you were. maybe this was a part of your routine.

he tracked you from a distance to you apartment, furrowed his brows at how often you bumped into objects on the way. he assumed you must've been drunk.

(if so, he thought, did you even remember what you saw that night? had you been drunk then?)

he kept coming back to your apartment after discovering where you lived. he slinked in through your fire escape when you had left, presumably for work. he left a knife on your pillow. engraved on the blade with a threat, keep quiet.

if you had remembered what you saw that night, he was sure you'd get the memo to forget.

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after months of monitoring you, dex assumed you understood. he didn't catch wind of any anonymous tips or reports. good, he thought.

for his own piece of mind—as was his excuse—he continued to follow you. he followed you to your workplace. he found out that you were a court stenographer. he sat in on a few cases when he could; he wanted to watch your dedication. he enjoyed it, too. he you looked more focused than he'd ever seen you, certainly more than watching you stumble your way home at night.

eventually, he became emboldened to approach you. he "accidentally" crossed paths with you a few yards out from the courthouse. you dropped a lip balm tin and struggled to find it as it rolled away just outside a bakery.

dex, or rather—as he would later introduce himself as to you—tony picked it up and held it out to you from a short distance. yet, you still crouched down to the ground, palming the concrete in search of the product. he cleared his throat to grab your attention. "ma'am?"

you stood up uncertainly and faced him as your eyebrows furrow. he watched the way your eyes didn't seem to focus on his face, the way your body wasn't exactly facing him head-on. were you...?

"here's your...chapstick?" the upward inflection of his voice made it sound like he had never heard of cosmetics, but he was re-evaluating everything he had spent the past months doing.

you just smiled shyly and held out your hand, inches off from where his hand was. "sorry, i-- thank you."

you pocketed the lip balm and started heading home. dex felt suddenly embarrassed that he had left a menacing note for a blind girl.

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dex felt insanely guilty in a relationship with you. he wanted to enjoy your presence, but the way he got to know you (stalking you with ill-intent) was poor form.

he didn't tell you; it's still early days. but he couldn't deny the churn in his stomach when you mentioned the one odd time you lay your head at night and felt a blade under your hair. thank goodness you didn't know what it said.

one day, you asked to feel his face. dex was glad that you couldn't see the look of hopeful bewilderment on him.

"i usually rely on people's voices to recognise them, since i can't make out features." then, to dex's surprise, you started running your hands down the sides of his face. "but i wanna try and build your face in my mind."

you didn't wait for an answer before first feeling the prominent bones of his face. you could feel the slight wrinkles on the hinges of his jaw down to the dimple in his chin. you traced your fingers along his cheekbones and across his forehead. you could feel what you thought was minimal scar tissue, the old remnants of tiny cuts and scratches.

then, you felt the scar. the unmistakable gash on his cheek under your hand. you brushed your thumb along it from from the very too to bottom. dex watched you frown slightly.

"oh, tony...wh--" you cut yourself. the cut in his flesh was deep, so would be the emotional wounds, you assumed. you didn't know if it would upset him to ask.

you only leaned into him and nosed his cheek gently. dex tried not to let his tears fall, but he felt you shuddering against him as shaky breaths escaped your lips.

he'd never, not once in his life, been touched so tenderly. your hands on his face told him everything: you were the one person in his life that didn't look at him as volatile. you didn't know what he was capable of—what he had done and will continue to do.

the way you spoke against the side of his face when you wrapped your arms around him, "you're beautiful, tony," gentle as if he would shatter if you spoke too loud. he would do anything to hold onto that.

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Leagues

A/N: Ohhhh this eats…this prompt eats hard. Thank you for the request this one was fun to do!

Masterlist

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Being a part of the 11th Street Kids came with a lot of pros and cons. 

A major pro being that she no longer felt alone. Being in the black ops field it was hard to make friends and even though it was still hard to call these people her friends in the start it had grown. She wouldn’t go as far as Ads did and call them a family, but she felt it. 

One con, being that they were all insane to various degrees…some much more than others. One of those being her lovely boyfriend. 

Her and Adrian, or as she met him the Vigilante, had been dating for a little over six months with a surprising amount of success. She had never had much luck dating in the past because people who worked outside of black ops had a really hard time understanding the job and people who typically worked black ops…well she wouldn’t typically date them either. 

missing piece

bob reynolds x reader

summary: as far as you remember, bob is the friend you’ve been pining over and dancing around for a while, but when he’s sitting at your bedside after your surgery, you realize you might be missing a few details.

cw: fluff, post surgery, anesthesia, temporary partial memory loss, established relationship, mentions of hooking up, mentions of drugs, light angst because I can't help myself, soft soft gentle bob

a/n: I had another ask asking for this prompt lmao so I had to, and obviously, idea credits go to @w1nter-fairy!! I tried tweaking it a bit and making it my own way so it wouldn't be a copy and paste from their amazing fic and I hope I managed to do it justice! this was so silly and fun to write I'm so happy

word count: 1.8k

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Mwah - Bob Reynolds

Fandom: Thunderbolts

Warning: Pure fluff!!

Relationships: Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x reader

Summary: Bob can sometimes get easily flustered when he is given romantic attention. So, what else can you do but overwhelm him with loud 'mwah' kisses as he laughs.

Notes: I will always try to make them as 'reader' friendly as possible and avoid any physical details. Let me know if any slip in. I think I managed to make this one without even mentioning the readers gender or sex!! I hope you enjoy