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has its own line it really
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and even when its not
it is annoying and ugly

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High and scared moment - Pietro "Peter" Maximoff x reader
hello friends!! ive finished a whole year of uni isnt that cool? i think it is. anywho!! i hope you enjoy, this has been in the drafts for a bit. also i feel like i kinda flip flopped between pietro and peter cause it feels natural to me. But he does speak russian and i imagine him with a bit of a russian accent. when you have so many hcs about a guy i think it makes it hard to write him in a canon compliant fashion...
warnings // drug use, nothing else im fairly certain
y/n's phone buzzed once with a text, then again, and then four more times before they finally rolled over to their side table to see who needed your attention so badly at oh-my-god o'clock. they flip over and unlock their phone to be met with the following
y/n sighed deeply, sitting up a little to answer Kurt
y/n made a face at their phone. of course he was. cause what else did Pietro and his best buddy do when they were left unsupervised other than get way too high? maybe it was rude to loop Kurt in with the rapscallion currently keeping him awake at 2 am on a thursday. they rolled out of bed, snappishly kicking on their slippers before trudging out of the room in the direction of Kurt's to collect their boyfriend-puddle.
y/n knocks gently on kurt's door, pushing it open when they heard a soft "yah?" on the other side. the door opens to reveal the following scene
Pietro, laying on his stomach on a beanbag chair, babbling incoherent nonsense at nobody. a South Park ash tray with like a cool inch of ash. and poor poor Kurt, trying to convince Pietro to drink some water
"..pete?"
y/n asked gently, walking inside. they crouched down to beanbag height. Pietro (with great effort) turned his head in the direction of their voice, face quickly going from pissy to sooo dopey and disgustingly joyful.
"y/nnnnnnn!! y/n oh my god....you....yh....hi"
He babbled, his words slurring like he was speaking in cursive font. He reached up for them without actually getting up, so he was just kinda extending his arms upways at them. y/n just sighed.
"hey, how are you feeling?"
they said softly, reaching down to move his hair out of his face.
"goh..yes!"
he nodded very enthusiastically. Y/n looked up and met eyes, very tired eyes, with Kurt.
"he has not moved for half an hour, i am afraid"
"yeah, me too"
y/n sighed under their breath, looking back at peter. they ran a hand over his forehead, brushing his bangs out of his face. and this moron is just gagging.
"yy/nn!! huii"
Pietro murmured, finally getting a hold of their arm and tugging them down ontop on him. y/n made a noise of protest, trying with all their might (not really) to free themselves from his grasp.
"n-no, pete cmon. we need to get up. you need to go to your own room. you cant stay here"
y/n explained, trying to remain gentle instead of flicking him in the forehead like they really wanted to. Pietro was not cooperating.
After a short tussle and some help from Kurt, Pietro was on his feet. well thats an exaduration, Pietro was partially being dragged down the hall by y/n to his own dorm. He was slumped against y/ns side, face smushed into the crook of their neck babbling nonsense.
"and then we....we played tomodatchi, the old one, on his DS...it was really fun. i made you"
"yeah?"
"yeah but...you didnt fall in love with me, you were into fuckin' Neal Peart"
y/n snorted. "Neal Peart from-"
"yes the drummer from Rush, Neal Peart. you digged Neal Peart"
The pout in their boyfriend's voice was palpable. they pat his shoulder in a comforting fashion and choke back a laugh as they both come to his door. nearly fumbling his key (that Kurt so kindly kept until you got there so they wouldnt have to search through the thousand pockets of his cargo pants) and unlocking his door. The two of them get inside and Pietro stumbles onto his bed with all the grace of a newborn dear, almost army crawling to get under his sheets. y/n sighed for maybe the 45th time.
"Pete,cmon you need to change"
"noo..no im happy here"
"but is tomorrow pietro gonna be happy if he wakes up in the same gross clothes hes in right now?"
Pietro sighed pathetically, lifting his head up and looking at y/n with a disgustingly sweet smile.
"help me?"
He said with a pathetic dopey smile. y/n was already on it, grabbing him some sleep clothes from his drawer. a pair of soft pants and a worn cotton band t-shirt. they help him to undress and re dress while laying down, because they had no faith in his ability to stand up and not immediately fall back down. they help him into bed, tucking him in and brushing his fringe out of his face. Whatever he did, no matter how fuckass and dumb, they couldnt help but feel any and all irritation melt away when they looked at his stupidly sweet face.
"are you too cold? or too hot? i can get you a compress"
they fussed quietly as to not make his headache, that would certainly manifest if it hadnt already, any worse. They were met from the same dopey smile from Pietro.
"no..im alright"
he responded, same dopey smile adorning his face. y/n returned his smile, slowly pulling away from his twin bed before a hand grabbed onto their top.
"are you leaving?"
Pietro asked pitifully, a soft almost pout replacing his sleepy smile. he became suddenly much more lucid at the prospect of his love leaving him alone at that moment.
"you need to sleep,my love"
"ĐОлаŃ...please"
(rom - milaya, meaning darling)
He murmured, tugging on their shirt. y/n looked down on their pathetic puddle of a boyfriend with a pensive expression. Pietro's pout deepened.
"just..just until im asleep"
he all but begged.
"please" he added on in a whisper so soft y/n almost didnt catch it.
so like a lawn chair, y/n folded. they nodded, sliding onto his bed beside him. not under the sheets, trying to hold on to the pipe dream that theyed be able to go back to their own dorm at some point tonight.
but who were they kidding, they thought as they glanced at pietros bedside alarm clock. it was nearly three in the morning, and he was already pulling them into his personal space. they werent leaving anytime soon.
ty for reading!! this wasnt really inspired by one thing, more a collection of experiences. one specific thing i can point to however is the bit about tomodatchi life, real actual horrors my boyfriend experienced when the mii he made of myself fell inlove with mii peter parker. poor guy..
also do any of you ever feel sick after getting stoned or am i allergic to pot. im starting to think thats the case cause ill always fall asleep and then wake up feeling like ive caught the flu
last thing, what do we think about the texts is that stupid. i have a soft spot for smaus and kinda want to write one but idk...
^ Kurt to Peter after half an hour of gently suggesting he should gtfo
High and scared moment - Pietro "Peter" Maximoff x reader
hello friends!! ive finished a whole year of uni isnt that cool? i think it is. anywho!! i hope you enjoy, this has been in the drafts for a bit. also i feel like i kinda flip flopped between pietro and peter cause it feels natural to me. But he does speak russian and i imagine him with a bit of a russian accent. when you have so many hcs about a guy i think it makes it hard to write him in a canon compliant fashion...
warnings // drug use, nothing else im fairly certain
y/n's phone buzzed once with a text, then again, and then four more times before they finally rolled over to their side table to see who needed your attention so badly at oh-my-god o'clock. they flip over and unlock their phone to be met with the following
y/n sighed deeply, sitting up a little to answer Kurt
y/n made a face at their phone. of course he was. cause what else did Pietro and his best buddy do when they were left unsupervised other than get way too high? maybe it was rude to loop Kurt in with the rapscallion currently keeping him awake at 2 am on a thursday. they rolled out of bed, snappishly kicking on their slippers before trudging out of the room in the direction of Kurt's to collect their boyfriend-puddle.
y/n knocks gently on kurt's door, pushing it open when they heard a soft "yah?" on the other side. the door opens to reveal the following scene
Pietro, laying on his stomach on a beanbag chair, babbling incoherent nonsense at nobody. a South Park ash tray with like a cool inch of ash. and poor poor Kurt, trying to convince Pietro to drink some water
"..pete?"
y/n asked gently, walking inside. they crouched down to beanbag height. Pietro (with great effort) turned his head in the direction of their voice, face quickly going from pissy to sooo dopey and disgustingly joyful.
"y/nnnnnnn!! y/n oh my god....you....yh....hi"
He babbled, his words slurring like he was speaking in cursive font. He reached up for them without actually getting up, so he was just kinda extending his arms upways at them. y/n just sighed.
"hey, how are you feeling?"
they said softly, reaching down to move his hair out of his face.
"goh..yes!"
he nodded very enthusiastically. Y/n looked up and met eyes, very tired eyes, with Kurt.
"he has not moved for half an hour, i am afraid"
"yeah, me too"
y/n sighed under their breath, looking back at peter. they ran a hand over his forehead, brushing his bangs out of his face. and this moron is just gagging.
"yy/nn!! huii"
Pietro murmured, finally getting a hold of their arm and tugging them down ontop on him. y/n made a noise of protest, trying with all their might (not really) to free themselves from his grasp.
"n-no, pete cmon. we need to get up. you need to go to your own room. you cant stay here"
y/n explained, trying to remain gentle instead of flicking him in the forehead like they really wanted to. Pietro was not cooperating.
After a short tussle and some help from Kurt, Pietro was on his feet. well thats an exaduration, Pietro was partially being dragged down the hall by y/n to his own dorm. He was slumped against y/ns side, face smushed into the crook of their neck babbling nonsense.
"and then we....we played tomodatchi, the old one, on his DS...it was really fun. i made you"
"yeah?"
"yeah but...you didnt fall in love with me, you were into fuckin' Neal Peart"
y/n snorted. "Neal Peart from-"
"yes the drummer from Rush, Neal Peart. you digged Neal Peart"
The pout in their boyfriend's voice was palpable. they pat his shoulder in a comforting fashion and choke back a laugh as they both come to his door. nearly fumbling his key (that Kurt so kindly kept until you got there so they wouldnt have to search through the thousand pockets of his cargo pants) and unlocking his door. The two of them get inside and Pietro stumbles onto his bed with all the grace of a newborn dear, almost army crawling to get under his sheets. y/n sighed for maybe the 45th time.
"Pete,cmon you need to change"
"noo..no im happy here"
"but is tomorrow pietro gonna be happy if he wakes up in the same gross clothes hes in right now?"
Pietro sighed pathetically, lifting his head up and looking at y/n with a disgustingly sweet smile.
"help me?"
He said with a pathetic dopey smile. y/n was already on it, grabbing him some sleep clothes from his drawer. a pair of soft pants and a worn cotton band t-shirt. they help him to undress and re dress while laying down, because they had no faith in his ability to stand up and not immediately fall back down. they help him into bed, tucking him in and brushing his fringe out of his face. Whatever he did, no matter how fuckass and dumb, they couldnt help but feel any and all irritation melt away when they looked at his stupidly sweet face.
"are you too cold? or too hot? i can get you a compress"
they fussed quietly as to not make his headache, that would certainly manifest if it hadnt already, any worse. They were met from the same dopey smile from Pietro.
"no..im alright"
he responded, same dopey smile adorning his face. y/n returned his smile, slowly pulling away from his twin bed before a hand grabbed onto their top.
"are you leaving?"
Pietro asked pitifully, a soft almost pout replacing his sleepy smile. he became suddenly much more lucid at the prospect of his love leaving him alone at that moment.
"you need to sleep,my love"
"ĐОлаŃ...please"
(rom - milaya, meaning darling)
He murmured, tugging on their shirt. y/n looked down on their pathetic puddle of a boyfriend with a pensive expression. Pietro's pout deepened.
"just..just until im asleep"
he all but begged.
"please" he added on in a whisper so soft y/n almost didnt catch it.
so like a lawn chair, y/n folded. they nodded, sliding onto his bed beside him. not under the sheets, trying to hold on to the pipe dream that theyed be able to go back to their own dorm at some point tonight.
but who were they kidding, they thought as they glanced at pietros bedside alarm clock. it was nearly three in the morning, and he was already pulling them into his personal space. they werent leaving anytime soon.
ty for reading!! this wasnt really inspired by one thing, more a collection of experiences. one specific thing i can point to however is the bit about tomodatchi life, real actual horrors my boyfriend experienced when the mii he made of myself fell inlove with mii peter parker. poor guy..
also do any of you ever feel sick after getting stoned or am i allergic to pot. im starting to think thats the case cause ill always fall asleep and then wake up feeling like ive caught the flu
last thing, what do we think about the texts is that stupid. i have a soft spot for smaus and kinda want to write one but idk...
^ Kurt to Peter after half an hour of gently suggesting he should gtfo
Too Late For Love
Peter Maximoff Ă Fem!Plant-Mutant!Reader
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2.6k - one-sided - angst - hero-to-villain
[is it morally correct to villainize a man for accidentally dragging you along for years? And is it less morally correct to blame him for your villainy?]
Warning: excessive swearing, semi-graphic language, and lots of yelling and screaming. Also needles.
THEME: Space
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Hii!! Idk if ur taking reqs rn but I actually love ur Adam hcs, I was wondering if u could do some angst hcs? Yk like argument wise?
yes of course i can! SO SO sorry it took me so long to get to this friend!!! I'm always taking requests even if it takes me one hundred years to finish them... also i like that im the adam guy now it brings me a sense of pride
divider credits to @angeliicide
I'm thinking this is early in the relationship because he's not daft or cruel, just inexperienced. we must keep in mind he's spent a lot of his time before coming to earth very much in danger. this does not make you very good at self reflection
he starts a lot of fights he doesn't finish. because he'll either storm off and then come back crying or cut out the middle man and start crying on the spot
most arguments he starts are because he's worried about you. You were home late from work and didn't call or anything, he didn't know where you were. Maybe you arnt eating. Something is stressing him out and he doesn't know how to express that. which is very unhealthy, he understands that. it doesn't make him feel good to upset you. it makes him feel very bad actually
He just isn't quite sure how else to go about it.
it makes him feel a sort of all-consuming nausea when he says something and he can see how it makes your face shift
he's immediately aware that he's said something hurtful. He's actually quite perceptive, he just doesn't know what to do with any of the information he's gathered
when he sees your face change he'll stop and start back tracking
"i'm- i didnt mean that. i-im sorry i wasnt- nono no dont cry, please dont cry"
if hes made you cry i think it goes one of two ways, depending on how long youve been together (directly correlating with how much hes emotionally matured)
if youâre kind of a newer couple, hes probably gonna walk away and come back later. like completely shut down. he comforts you to the best of his ability (which isnt all that great at this point) but hes not the most emotionally available.
He'll sit next to you and stroke your back, arm, wherever you let him. He'll apologize repeatedly and ask if you need anything. He doesnt really want to talk it out cause thats uncomfortable for him, but with some coaxing you could get him to have a real heart to heart with you.
He wants to mature, he just struggles. but he can change
if youve been together for a while, hes gonna break down with you. getting out apologies between heaving sobs.
he'll cradle your face, smoothing his hands over your cheek repeatedly as if he could brush his hurtful words off you.
"im sorry. im- hic- so sorry. i didnt mean it. i- hic- i love you, l-love you so much"
He's actually a lot more emotional than you'd think
After youve both calmed down a bit he'll bring you some water and properly beg to be forgiven. Holding your hand, kissing up your arm.
And really, how could you say no to that face
overall, Adam just wants to know that youre safe. when he lashes out its not because of you. and he really does want to change and be better about expressing himself in a healthier way. but, sometimes we lash out. it happens to the best of us. even the perfect human
Now if YOU were to start an argument with him, i dont think he'd argue back all that much
he takes most of what you say as gospel honestly. so if youre mad at him, then he surely must deserve it in his own mind
Anything you say to him, hes just nodding along. he really doesnt question much of it. so you kind of feel like an idiot for bitching at him
cause hes just standing there, wide eyed and majestic, taking it. so you end up ending it pretty quickly
cause once again, who could really be mad at that face
stop posting shitass memes on my x reader tags you will be reincarnated into an elevator button in the hilton for airline staff at Pearson
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The argument started the way they always did.
Small. Stupid. Jason shutting down the second things got too real.
Youâd asked him - gently - why heâd disappeared for three days after a rough patrol. No text. No call. Just radio silence while you sat in your apartment worrying yourself sick.
âI was handling it,â heâd said, voice flat, arms crossed like he was bracing for impact. âYou donât need to know every detail of my shit.â
âIâm not asking for every detail,â youâd replied, trying to keep your voice steady. âIâm asking you to let me in. Iâm your girlfriend, Jason. Not some civilian you have to protect from the truth.â
Heâd laughed - short, bitter. âYeah? Well maybe I donât want you in. Maybe I donât want you seeing the parts of me that are still fucked up from the grave.â
The words had landed like punches. Youâd stood there, chest tight, and said the thing youâd been thinking for weeks.
âMaybe we need a break.â
Not a breakup.
A break.
Time. Space. Air.
Jason had gone very still. âWhat?â
âJust⊠a break,â youâd said, voice cracking. âNot forever. I just need to breathe, Jason. And you need to figure out if you even want me in your life or if Iâm just another person youâre protecting from yourself.â
He hadnât argued. Hadnât fought. Heâd just nodded once, jaw tight, and left.
That was nine days ago.
It's you!
Fullmask/Reader
Summary: Surviving the Invincible war is a pain, it sure would be bad if one of said Invincibles recognized you, wouldn't that be inconvenient A/N: Ugh I think I might be writers blocked but we ball. Ya'll will never guess what I have in the drafts though. It's another Omni-mark fic woah!! No clue what about him is so fun for me to write but WC:1.3K
You werenât sure what time it was, the sky had been stained red since yesterday, smoke and fire making it impossible to see the sun. Guess the time isnât really a concern when evil versions of Mark have been tearing through literally everything, itâd be pretty hard to make an appointment in these conditions.Â
You stiffly shuffled through the streets, dodging bits of fallen buildings and overturned cars, really hoping to just stay out of sight. You considered ducking into one of the buildings but even if you could find one that wasnât on the verge of collapse even odds a Mark flies through it again anyway and youâd personally prefer to not get murked by your friend but evil. Safer to just be small enough to not be seen.Â
Speaking of, you ducked under a pile of fallen concrete as you heard the sound of one of them flying overhead. They seemed to be targeting large groups and it sounded far away so youâre probably fine, but better safe than sorry. Youâd rather keep your bones intact and in your body.Â
You stayed there for a few minutes, slowly moving back out from your hiding spot once you were pretty sure he had moved on, everything here was destroyed enough that heâd just be passing through anyway. That seemed like sound logic until you ended up staring directly at the Invincible.
He was a few yards away from you, still up in the air but not nearly as high as he had been. His face was fully covered so you couldnât get a read on what he was thinking, but using the other Marks as reference, it was probably something murderous. Probably something murderous, and he was staring straight at you.
Awesome.
You ducked back down behind your pile of rubble, heâd obviously already seen you but it was better for your peace of mind while you tried to figure out if it was even possible for you to get out of this. You know heâs faster than you and heâs obviously stronger than you (unless youâve suddenly gained the strength to punch through buildings) unless he lacks object permanence youâre in trouble.
Maybe if you stay there still and real quietly heâll get bored and move on.
After a few seconds of that expert plan he called your name and you could hear the sound of gravel crunching under his boots. Yeah, youâre pretty fried. Once the sounds of his footsteps got a bit too close for your liking you bolted, it was a last ditch effort and probably wouldnât work but it was better than sitting around and waiting to get murdered.
Of course, you couldnât outrun superspeed and he caught up quickly, a hand clamping firmly around your wrist as he said your name again. You tensed, squeezing your eyes shut and preparing to get your skull squished or your arm torn off or whatever else.
âItâs you,â The Invincible choked, yanking you into a hug with an almost human amount of force.
â...Mark?â You tried after a few uncomfortable (at least for you) moments.
âYeahâ yeah itâs me,â Mark breathed, pulling back slightly and cupping your face with one hand âAre you okay? You shouldnât have been left out here,â That last bit seemed a bit more to himself, his voice hardening.
âWhat?â You squeaked, he sounded like Mark Mark, who youâre sure doesnât wear a mask like that, or you know, murder people. The blood coatingÂ
âIâm sorry, this is a lot,â Mark apologized, shifting his hands to brush off the lingering dust from your jacket. âYou lookâ you look good,â he noted, awkwardly.Â
âThank⊠you?â That would be how one typically reacts to a compliment, probably with a bit more confidence. You definitely could be asking more questions, this general situation is highly questionable, but the chance of making this guy mad is just a little too worrying. You got a stiff nod in return so your safe answer worked out well enough.
âDo you know where mom is? She wasnât at home,â He asked, once he was seemingly satisfied with whatever he had been looking over.
âNo,â You didnâtâ Markâs mom was cool with you just not update you on her evacuation spot coolâ but even if you did you wouldnât be selling Debbie out.
âAlright, thatâs fine, thatâs fine. Iâm sure sheâs okay,â Mark muttered, âIâm gonna get you out of here, okay?â he said finally, scooping you up and bolting into the sky before you had a chance to question anything.
It took you a few moments to adjust to the sudden altitude and high speeds, the wind smacking your face making it hard to keep your eyes open. He briefly flew through the layer of smoke covering⊠everything, making you cough and tear up which triggered a series of apologies from the Mark holding you. The air above was clean at least, and you could see the sun! Looks like it was sometime in the afternoon, which isn't particularly relevant information when youâre about 500 feet in the sky but itâs nice to know.
âWhere are you taking me?â You asked after a while of flying in silence. You were fairly certain he wasnât going to drop you at this point.
âOh, my houseâ or this Markâs house,â Mark answered you easily, âItâs where Angstrom said to meet and the others should leave it untouched,â he explained, âOnce he gets here we can go home,â He added, âI might have to come back for mom later though. Iâll make sure youâre settled in before leaving.â
âExcuse me?â You sputtered, not sure what âhomeâ entails.
âMy dimension,â Mark admitted sheepishly, âI know this is a lot, but I promise I can take care of you,â He added quickly at the mortified face you were probably making.Â
âI have a life here,â You pointed out, hoping to appeal to some humanity or something.Â
Mark didnât answer, his grip on you tightening as he flew the rest of the way to his house. He gently set you down once he landed, putting a hand on your shoulder when he felt like you were about to run. He started to say something but his voice kept cutting out or being interrupted by another sob or shuttering breath. He ended up giving up and resting his head on your shoulder, his tears wetting your shirt even through his mask.
Gross!
ââM sorry,â Mark forced out after a while of that, âYou deserve better than this,â He sniffed, pulling off of your shoulder.
âSo youâre gonna let me go home?â You asked, hopefully.
âNo.â Mark answered quickly, his grip tightening, âI canât go back home without you,â he admitted, glancing off to the side. âI can be good for you, but I need you to stay with me. Please.â he begged.
âDoesnât really feel like a choice here,â You said awkwardly, glancing off to the side.
âItâs not,â Mark sighed, âAnything you want, Iâll do it. Justâ you gotta come home with me,âÂ
âHa, youâre kidding! Thatâs a face I haven't seen in a while,â Markâs voice sounded from above the two of you, making the Mark in front of you wrap his arms around you protectively, glaring up atâ what you can assume wasâ the other variant you couldnât see from the odd angle you had been shoved into, âCome on man, donât be greedy. You should really learn how to share!âÂ
You barely had time to register the shift in the air before you, and the variant wrapped around you, were sent flying. Luckily he tanked most of the impact but you would really rather be literally anywhere else right now.
Unfortunately the grip around you is far too firm for you to just ditch, which means youâre stuck between this until one of you dies. Fun.
i cant say i love it when people who dont write pollute the x reader or ship tags with their thoughts and feelings. i do understand wanting to be heard. but also, maybe, stop talking

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Father's Day (Matt Murdock x sister!reader)
Title: Fatherâs Day
Type: long one-shot; Matt Murdock x sister!reader, some Peter Parker x reader
Warnings: sadness (not having a dad on fatherâs day) then fluff, platonic sibling fluff, maybe little AU cuz Tony Stark is mentioned?
Spoilers: none
Notes: like all my fics these days, not proofread #sorrynotsorry
As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged!
Disclaimers: i do not own daredevil, its characters, or plot
Word count: 2902 (oops)
wishing bad things on just about everyone now and thats it
Headcanons for being Matt Murdockâs child (Part 5)
Matt Murdock x child!reader
warnings: guns, blood, death, etc. daredevil!!! oh and obvi DDBA spoilers babe
a/n: LONG AWAITED FIFTH PART BASED ON BORN AGAIN SEASON ONE. also part 4 kind of makes it seem like y/n is a lil immature and possibly younger? ignore that i didnât know what was in store for them yet LMAO. also ah fuck this got long. and also fuck you (affectionate) i know i swore iâd never do The Thing but i did it. youre fucking welcome. and also. no. part 6 wont come out until DDBA S2 is fully out <3
prompt:
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5
despite a LOT of pushback from your dad, you joined the police academy
oh, to be a fly on the wall during that conversation
âa cop? in this city? of all the things you can do, you want to be a cop?â -matt
âmaybe i want to be a cop to clean up this city the right way. you ever think of that?â -you
âoh, so this is to get back at me for daredevilâ -matt
âno, dad, this is not about you. i made my choice. deal with it or dont, itâs out of my handsâ -you
đđđđ. đđ ben poindexter.
youâre about to head to an event when dex physically blocks the doorway, leaning on the frame trying to coax you back into bed.
cws á° .á she/her ,, pre-established relationship ,, clingy!dex ,, guilt tripping
dex vs. the emoji industrial complex
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summary: dex has zero social media literacy and doesn't know wtf you're talking about. (1.1k, gn reader, crack, fluff, office friendship, dirty joke, minions, dex tries to understand what memes are; honestly idk why this was so long i just want to have more of dex ig)
Itâs just a stupid meme, so you donât think much of it when you send it to Dexâa low quality, atrociously Photoshopped picture of a puppy with its brain getting poked with an injection, Ritalin pills and a 5G tower in the background:Â
   theyre doing this to me at work tomorrow btw [Sent 9:06 AM]
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