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Introduction + navigation .ᐟ

Hello!

I have decided to make a side blog where I can post + repost all things non gosling related (main account is @supernovaa-sn)! I’m Noa, I’m twenty six and from the uk! I’ll try to be active on both accounts but here I’m hoping to post fics about:

Marvel

Dc

Other things:

Ao3

Playlists

And anything else that occupies my brain ˙𐃷˙ okay have fun bye bye!

[number1creepfan]

been feeling like this mf when literally anything happens

[bambimunson]

ᰔ the beach is hot. ridiculously so.

there are two towels laid side by side on the warm sand, each corner anchored down by yours and johnny’s belongings to prevent the breeze from carrying them away.

the blonde himself, meanwhile, is in a pair of blue and white striped trunks that fit him distractingly well. he’s half-turned towards the board walk, waving to an excited kid or two passing him with their families.

you’d been trying to convince him to put on sunscreen since you got there.

“jonathan storm.”

“don’t full name me.”

your eyes narrow a smidge. between the relentless heat and his stubbornness, your patience was already starting to wear thin. he sighs when he hears the pop of the bottle opening.

“you literally have your butt out on a build board to promote it. you’re being a bad influence.”

he looks back at you then. you’d since shuffled closer on your knees, squirting a generous amount of the white lather into your palm, “the sun doesn’t bother me, babe. you know that.”

you rub your hands together with efficient effort before splaying them against the warm expanse of his back, “controlling fire doesn’t make you immune to sunburn and cancer.”

his jaw works lightly, but this time he lets a protest die on his tongue. instead, his attention shifts out to the rolling waves. you can feel his muscles twitch at the initial change in temperature before they slowly relax beneath your massaging fingers. you take your time spreading it evenly, basking in the skin-on-skin contact as you eventually glide it to his arms, then across the planes of his chest and stomach.

you finally wrap an arm around his neck, pressing against his back and leaning in just enough over his shoulder to wipe the last bit of sunscreen on his cheeks and tip of his nose.

“…okay,” he says after a beat. his ears have turned pinkish, “you’ve gotta stop touching me like that in public.”

“johnny.”

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helloo, don’t mean this in a rude way but what’s the point of putting afab!reader?

i don’t really know much about these terms and i tried to do some research but none mentioned anything about forms of literature and characters in general.

i would love to learn more and hopefully include them in my own posts to be more inclusive!!

Hi!! I usually put afab! (Assigned female at birth) reader because that’s what I am! The stuff I write is usually very self indulgent so when I write I find this the easiest to write for!

So that’s just usually what I have in my head when writing my stuff and sometimes it blends in/is written in and reader is usually presented in a fem way!

I hope this helps <3

[writingdose]

[theautomattic]

Matt Murdock + the blood on his beautiful face increasing 😍

[thereallastshadowpuppet]

dex it's not difficult or unloveable he just needs someone crazy enough (me) and it will last

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Hi gang!

Just wanted to pop in to apologise for taking a little while with asks + posts, recently I’ve been trying to focus more on chapter based stuff instead of one shots as I know that’s the sort of content I prefer! ❤︎ but I was wondering if you guys had a preference either way! I’m going to repost this on both accounts to get a variety of answers ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

Preference?

One shots

Chapter based stories

Mixture of both

Don’t mind either way!

Voting ended onJul 16

[cannibalchicken]

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Matthew Murdock x afab! Reader Headcannons

A/n: another one, thank u. Idk if you guys wanted these but I was already half way through writing them when I asked on the poll xo love u guys hehe. :p

Tags/warnings: Matt Murdock x afab!reader, no use of y/n, 18 + nsfw

sfw

♱ Matt will purposefully not do things so you can do them for him… walk with me. A particularly warm day in New York has you rushing around in the morning. He goes about his routine, he’s just about to walk out the front door when you ask “did you put sun cream on?” He can feel your eyes on him. He puts on a guilty looking expression as you let out a small huff, it holds no real malice, you spray some of the solution on to your hands, putting his glasses down on the side as you rub it in to his face and neck, and a small smile tugs at his lips. Matt wants to be taken care of some times, fussed over, he’d never say it out loud but you know, he shows it in little ways.

♱ Matt does an incredibly good job at pretending to be a normal, well functioning person, he had you fooled for a while. He’s always so put together, charming and knows exactly what to say and when to say it and not in way that makes you feel like he’s putting it on, he seems genuinely sincere. But the more you spend time with him the more it starts to slip away. Small parts of his personality that he lets you in on, a smile, a genuine smile that spreads across his lips. He doesn't want anyone getting close to him but you manage to slip in, past his deference's and against his better judgment, and before he knows it, its too late.

♱ completely tuned in to you, knows when your coming home can hear you humming as you walk up the stairs to your shared apartment. Knows the rhythm of your heart like it was hardwired in to him, hears it the moment something is off. Knows a few days before you do when you're ill, slips you some vitamins, the gummy ones that he knows you like. He tries to tone it down before you know he's Daredevil or before you know about his abilities, but afterwards it’s fair game.

♱ I can't shake the idea that you guys have a cat, this pathetic little thing that Matt heard meowing one night when he was on his way back home. It was amongst the rubbish, small and hissing at him, he couldn't leave it there. it takes to you almost instantly, curing up against your chest when Matt places it in your arms. It still hisses at Matt every now and then, he’ll just give a half hearted huff and give it a small scratch on the chin.

♱ you often joke that you don’t know how Matt has survived in New York for so long. He turns in to such a grumpy old man when there are large crowds, lets out small, agitated huffs when people walk slowly in front of him, tugs you closer to him when the crowds get particularly busy people pushing up against one another. You know its overwhelming for him, being among all those bodies, all that noise, you dote on him a little extra after outings like that.

♱ loves buying you expensive perfumes and body lotions. Wraps his arms around you from behind, and just buries his face in your neck and inhales, just completely takes over his senses and he can just zone out and focus on you.

nsfw

♱ Another not so undercover freak, Matt 'I don't have problem with feet' Murdock. I really do think he just loves you and anything that's connected to you, if that's your feet so be it.

♱ he finds it difficult to keep his hands off of you. By nature and need Matt is very tactical, he’ll usually at least wait until you’re home, will slips his hands under your shirt, kissing up your neck. One Hand slowly rising to pawing at you, the other slipping between the waist band of your panties, dragging his fingers between your folds, purposely missing where you want him most “you’re like this for me already?”

♱ the biggest tease ever with the absolute filthiest mouth, knows just what to say to have you weak for him. “Come here, I’m not asking twice” he says as he stands next to the bed, tie hanging loose around his neck, the top few buttons undone.

“Hold still, I like watching you get impatient” he smiles above you, leaning on one arm, the other between you legs, drawing slow, lazy circles in your clit, fingers dipping down in infrequent intervals, fingers sliding between your folds, gathering the slick there, bringing it up to his mouth, lips wrapping around his fingers as he sucked on them, groaning as he does.

♱ extremely attentive and attuned to what you need, rolling his hips against yours, hitting that spot that has your legs quivering. Can hear your small gasps, and even if you are quiet, he knows, and hear your heat racing, thumping against your chest.

♱ loves when you ride him, his hands on your hips, guiding you. Feeling you roll against him, he'll throw his head back against the pillows, rising his hips to meet yours. Soft noises slipping from you both as he reaches up, pulling you down towards him, lips moving against each other as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, needing move of you, always.

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fluffy Matt and Dex headcannons!! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Hi anon!! Went off the rails and just did a full list of Matt headcannons, but back to my boy <3

Also my next post will be not be Headcannons I promise

Soft Benjamin ‘Dex’ Pointdexter headcannons

⌖ loves just watching you go about your routine. He’s laying on the couch and catches you out of the corner of his eye, pottering around the kitchen, making your lunch for the next day. Just living in domesticity with you, knowing someone will be there when he gets home.

⌖comes home sometimes and just completely collapses against you, doesn’t want or need to talk about his day just needs you, will push his head against the crook of your neck, arms wrapped tightly around you.

⌖insane cuddler also btw, good luck if you wake up with his arms wrapped around you because you aren’t going anywhere, his legs are tangled with yours and he has an almost iron grip around your waist, you just have to accept you fate really and hope that you don’t have anywhere to go and that he wakes up soon.

⌖ going to any fair or carnival with him is great, you want that stupidly large cat plush on the rigged games that no one wins? Pointdexter at your service! Hits those bottles clean off the shelf, even does the ones on either side for good measure. He walks back up to you, grinning, plushie slung over his shoulder.

⌖will absolutely melt if he see’s you in his clothes. You’re snuggled up on the sofa, half asleep while a show you’ve already seen drones on as background noise, your head perks up slightly at the sound of the door opening, Dex walks in and feels a smile tug at his lips. He leans down next you

“Let’s get you to bed.” He says softly, fingers moving to push some strands of hair from your face.

As he lifts you up, the blanket covering you shifts and that’s when he see’s it, a old band t-shirt that was stuffed in one of his draws, he hasn’t worn it for years. Seeing it on you makes something soft settle in his chest. As he manoeuvers you to bed, he makes a mental note to start leaving his t-shirts around more often.

⌖notices very small details, things most people wouldn’t, sometimes things you don’t even really pay attention too. One time he hugs you and gets a wiff of your hair, you changed your conditioner? I thought you liked the Apple one?

You didn’t put your normal snacks in your lunchbox today, are you feeling okay? You want him to go out and get some of your favourites?

It’s endearing, most of the time.

[wh-1-te-tiger]

Bro is always sleeping.

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fluffy Matt and Dex headcannons!! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Hi anon!! Went off the rails and just did a full list of Matt headcannons, but back to my boy <3

Also my next post will be not be Headcannons I promise

Soft Benjamin ‘Dex’ Pointdexter headcannons

⌖ loves just watching you go about your routine. He’s laying on the couch and catches you out of the corner of his eye, pottering around the kitchen, making your lunch for the next day. Just living in domesticity with you, knowing someone will be there when he gets home.

⌖comes home sometimes and just completely collapses against you, doesn’t want or need to talk about his day just needs you, will push his head against the crook of your neck, arms wrapped tightly around you.

⌖insane cuddler also btw, good luck if you wake up with his arms wrapped around you because you aren’t going anywhere, his legs are tangled with yours and he has an almost iron grip around your waist, you just have to accept you fate really and hope that you don’t have anywhere to go and that he wakes up soon.

⌖ going to any fair or carnival with him is great, you want that stupidly large cat plush on the rigged games that no one wins? Pointdexter at your service! Hits those bottles clean off the shelf, even does the ones on either side for good measure. He walks back up to you, grinning, plushie slung over his shoulder.

⌖will absolutely melt if he see’s you in his clothes. You’re snuggled up on the sofa, half asleep while a show you’ve already seen drones on as background noise, your head perks up slightly at the sound of the door opening, Dex walks in and feels a smile tug at his lips. He leans down next you

“Let’s get you to bed.” He says softly, fingers moving to push some strands of hair from your face.

As he lifts you up, the blanket covering you shifts and that’s when he see’s it, a old band t-shirt that was stuffed in one of his draws, he hasn’t worn it for years. Seeing it on you makes something soft settle in his chest. As he manoeuvers you to bed, he makes a mental note to start leaving his t-shirts around more often.

⌖notices very small details, things most people wouldn’t, sometimes things you don’t even really pay attention too. One time he hugs you and gets a wiff of your hair, you changed your conditioner? I thought you liked the Apple one?

You didn’t put your normal snacks in your lunchbox today, are you feeling okay? You want him to go out and get some of your favourites?

It’s endearing, most of the time.

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Matthew Murdock x afab! Reader Headcannons

A/n: another one, thank u. Idk if you guys wanted these but I was already half way through writing them when I asked on the poll xo love u guys hehe. :p

Tags/warnings: Matt Murdock x afab!reader, no use of y/n, 18 + nsfw

sfw

♱ Matt will purposefully not do things so you can do them for him… walk with me. A particularly warm day in New York has you rushing around in the morning. He goes about his routine, he’s just about to walk out the front door when you ask “did you put sun cream on?” He can feel your eyes on him. He puts on a guilty looking expression as you let out a small huff, it holds no real malice, you spray some of the solution on to your hands, putting his glasses down on the side as you rub it in to his face and neck, and a small smile tugs at his lips. Matt wants to be taken care of some times, fussed over, he’d never say it out loud but you know, he shows it in little ways.

♱ Matt does an incredibly good job at pretending to be a normal, well functioning person, he had you fooled for a while. He’s always so put together, charming and knows exactly what to say and when to say it and not in way that makes you feel like he’s putting it on, he seems genuinely sincere. But the more you spend time with him the more it starts to slip away. Small parts of his personality that he lets you in on, a smile, a genuine smile that spreads across his lips. He doesn't want anyone getting close to him but you manage to slip in, past his deference's and against his better judgment, and before he knows it, its too late.

♱ completely tuned in to you, knows when your coming home can hear you humming as you walk up the stairs to your shared apartment. Knows the rhythm of your heart like it was hardwired in to him, hears it the moment something is off. Knows a few days before you do when you're ill, slips you some vitamins, the gummy ones that he knows you like. He tries to tone it down before you know he's Daredevil or before you know about his abilities, but afterwards it’s fair game.

♱ I can't shake the idea that you guys have a cat, this pathetic little thing that Matt heard meowing one night when he was on his way back home. It was amongst the rubbish, small and hissing at him, he couldn't leave it there. it takes to you almost instantly, curing up against your chest when Matt places it in your arms. It still hisses at Matt every now and then, he’ll just give a half hearted huff and give it a small scratch on the chin.

♱ you often joke that you don’t know how Matt has survived in New York for so long. He turns in to such a grumpy old man when there are large crowds, lets out small, agitated huffs when people walk slowly in front of him, tugs you closer to him when the crowds get particularly busy people pushing up against one another. You know its overwhelming for him, being among all those bodies, all that noise, you dote on him a little extra after outings like that.

♱ loves buying you expensive perfumes and body lotions. Wraps his arms around you from behind, and just buries his face in your neck and inhales, just completely takes over his senses and he can just zone out and focus on you.

nsfw

♱ Another not so undercover freak, Matt 'I don't have problem with feet' Murdock. I really do think he just loves you and anything that's connected to you, if that's your feet so be it.

♱ he finds it difficult to keep his hands off of you. By nature and need Matt is very tactical, he’ll usually at least wait until you’re home, will slips his hands under your shirt, kissing up your neck. One Hand slowly rising to pawing at you, the other slipping between the waist band of your panties, dragging his fingers between your folds, purposely missing where you want him most “you’re like this for me already?”

♱ the biggest tease ever with the absolute filthiest mouth, knows just what to say to have you weak for him. “Come here, I’m not asking twice” he says as he stands next to the bed, tie hanging loose around his neck, the top few buttons undone.

“Hold still, I like watching you get impatient” he smiles above you, leaning on one arm, the other between you legs, drawing slow, lazy circles in your clit, fingers dipping down in infrequent intervals, fingers sliding between your folds, gathering the slick there, bringing it up to his mouth, lips wrapping around his fingers as he sucked on them, groaning as he does.

♱ extremely attentive and attuned to what you need, rolling his hips against yours, hitting that spot that has your legs quivering. Can hear your small gasps, and even if you are quiet, he knows, and hear your heat racing, thumping against your chest.

♱ loves when you ride him, his hands on your hips, guiding you. Feeling you roll against him, he'll throw his head back against the pillows, rising his hips to meet yours. Soft noises slipping from you both as he reaches up, pulling you down towards him, lips moving against each other as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, needing move of you, always.

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Hi gang!

Just wanted to say a huge thank you for all the love on the Dex headcannons! ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵) Im overwhelmed with love ♡ I’m going to be off w*rk for a little while soon and wondered if there’s anything else you wanted me to write for, I’m so Daredevil and Peacemaker brained rn so definitely something for them ❤︎ :꣓ if there’s anything you think of that’s not in the poll, drop me a ask!!

What to write <3

Matt Murdock Headcannons

Matt Murdock; coming home injured, you to patch him up 🩸

Benjamin Pointdexter; chapter 1 of a small series I’m working on <3

Adrian chase Headcannons

Adrian chase one shot

Voting ended onJul 10

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Dex wins, as a surprise to no one but fear not, it’s very likely that’ll I’ll be posting Matt content this weekend as well as and maybe Adrian too, if I get my butt in to super gear. (˶˃𐃷˂˶)

[reveluving]

Absolutely no pressure, but I can’t help but think about being the new, sweet and shy assistant or secretary for Waller that Rick Flag starts to have a little bit of a soft spot for. So what, if he comes up with excuses to go to her desk and talk to her? Or tries to find all the things that make her smile? He’s just being a nice coworker! He definitely doesn’t have a crush on her…. Right?

closer, closer, closer ; rick flag x reader 

a/n: OMG RICK, DO YOU HEAR ME CRYING (especially what I saw in the Peacemaker trailer, somebody sedate me pls), THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOUUUU I NEEDED THIS (writing this took me back to the good ol' Kinnaman appreciation days HI MOOTS IF YOU'RE READING THIS ILY ❤️)

warnings: loads of fluff, comedic (rick and harley argue like siblings), rick yearns and is scared to be more than friends, protective!rick (+ the squad if you squint), a bit of a timeskip from the ask, mild ssquad explicit language. overall? a feel-good fic!

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'With that sweet smile of yours, and the look that held an endless gratitude.' ;

“Y’know, ya’ gonna have to tell her at some point.” Harley mused as she waited for her espresso to brew, tapping her nails on the table as she turned to Rick, her tone bored but her facial expression otherwise.

Knowing.

Pushing.

A mischievous glint in her eyes. 

Oh, well, that last one was just her.

Rick raised a brow, about a mere five minutes into his station at Harley’s cell, smacked right in the middle of the prison, one of the usual rotations he had to do. He had a feeling he knew what she was referring to, but he didn’t show it. Not on his face, at least. 

The others? It couldn’t be said the same. The idle hold on his firearm tightened, even the faintest stutter in his heart.

Besides, Rick was partially at fault for telling her about Waller’s secretary, and hell, even if he hadn’t, Harley was a professional. At some point, she would have known the colonel had a thing or two for her.

He scoffed, not bothering to act stupid, knowing she’d amp up the teasing, “Oh, great idea.”

“I know, that’s why I said it.” She replied cheekily, her grin and her first sip ticking him off.

“Any other bright ideas you got?” He sarcastically asked.

“Oh, plenty,” She nodded in excitement, putting her cup down on the table to list her ideas with a count of her fingers, “Compliment her hair, ask her on a little walk when ya’ not showin’ ya’ guns off, take her out to dinner, buy her a ring…”

She only grinned at him, a great contrast to his narrowed eyes.

“Or y’know, steal it or whateva’,” She casually added with a shrug, “You know some of us are pretty good at that.”

Rick rolled his eyes, “Some psychiatrist you oughta’ be."

Harley gasped, stomping over to the bars, “Now, you listen here, ya’ little–! At least I ain’t the one mopin’ and broodin’ ‘cause someone doesn’t wanna believe me when I tell him that he and his honey bee could most definitely be a thing!”

“Would you keep it down?” Rick chided.

“Why? Ya’ scared? I’m tryna’ help!” Harley challenged, turning to the CCTV camera at the very corner of the room, waving at it, “Hey! Ya’ hearin’ me?” 

“Harley!” Rick warned.

Squeak.

“Guys?” 

Rick and Harley stood frozen in their spots, then turned to the source of the sound, the softness of the spoken word, and seeing none other than the very person he found himself looking forward to seeing every day for the past few months.

“Hey,” Rick offered a little smile, clearing his throat and straightening as he approached, making sure to stand in Harley’s line of sight as she waved.

And in some way, avoid any of Harley’s ideas from happening.

“Everything okay?” Rick asked, one eye almost twitching, when he heard Harley let out a little ‘aww, young love’ under her breath.

“Just came over to see you guys.” You smiled, ever a treat in the ears of the colonel and the anti-hero, the latter cooing at your generosity for your time.

“See, I’m her favourite,” Harley teased Rick before turning to you with a pout, “He’s bullying me.”

“Am not.” Rick growled under his breath, whether it was because she was accusing him of bullying or that she called herself your favourite, well, you weren’t certain.

“Are too!” Harley countered, bantering (read: arguing, on Rick’s side) with one another like siblings when you chuckled.

“Guys, guys,” You raised your hands, hoping to stop them before it could get out of hand and draw in a nosy guard or three to come over, “You both are great. My favourites. I promise.”

“But I bet he’s ya’ bigger favourite, right?” Harley gave an eyebrow waggle, her grin widening at your gaping, confused, and dare she say, embarrassed, and with Rick righting up at the very change of the ‘favourite person’ to him, she quickly continued, “Really! The other day, he told me—” “Okay!” Rick interrupted before she could even get another word, “I think we're done here,” 

He turned to you, mustering a smile, “You, uh, wanna get out of here? Harley's my last station for the morning.”

You blinked, surprised by the sudden turn of events, and whatever these two knew about that you didn't. 

“Oh, well, I don't mind. Don't let me be in the way if you've got something else.” You responded, letting him lead you to the door, side by side.

“Nah, all good. Thought lunch would do us good.” Rick reassured, and when you turned away, he took the opportunity to glare at Harley, who only stuck her tongue at him, mouthing ‘tell her, or I'm tellin’’.

Damn it, Harley. 

“Bye, Harley.” You waved when you turned back to the woman, not noticing the two pretending they weren't silently arguing for a moment there.

“Bye, hun!” She waved back, cupping her hands to really make sure you both heard her, “Have fun!” 

Have fun?

With the heavy military-grade door closed behind him, the two of you walked down the hallway. You turned to him, the curiosity in your eyes almost too much for him to bear, “What was that about?”

He huffed, he had to admit, it was all amusing, “Beats me. Just… Harley being Harley.”

The two of you shared a chuckle, filling the walk with a comfortable silence after. 

“Hey, I… Thanks for the coffee this morning,” You smiled, small but nonetheless warm, never failing to prompt Rick to smile back, as well, “And, well, almost every morning, too. But this morning, especially. With Waller calling me in at the last minute with some big guys past midnight, and then getting the paperwork done before seeing her today, and then—”

You huffed before taking a deep breath, exhaling, “Thank you. I probably looked like a mess when I clocked in.”

A cute mess, he'd argue, before pushing that thought down, “Glad I could help.”

“Bet the other guys can count on you for anything.” You jested, earning yourself a fond scoff out of him.

The Squad? Somewhat. The guards? Kind of.

You?

Well, he didn't have to spell it out, did he?

“Eh, not really,” He admitted, turning to you with a wry smile, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes becoming more prominent.

Should he tell you?

“Don't do it with the rest of the guys.” He added after.

“Oh,” You looked at him, a little surprised, “You… Don't do it with them, they don't do it with you?”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “You think the guys would wanna take their time buying me coffee?” 

You gave it a thought—he wasn't wrong. Sure, not all of them were bad; some were knuckleheads, and a handful were just assholes. You've seen some of them being a dick to the prisoners in ways you'd think were more cruel than the criminals themselves.

Rick, on the other hand, made sure none of them targeted you, even in a rare instance, threatened one or two of them with the unknown. While he didn't outwardly say what, they could only guess it had something to do with anyone from the Squad.

After all, they weren't totally invincible by being on the other side of every cell, and Rick's influence around the prisoners wasn't to be questioned. 

Men he knew like Killer Croc could be the least of their worries.

“Okay, well, not even John? Emi?” You asked, a tilt in your head, an endearing habit of yours.

“Nope, they can get their own coffee.” He joked lightly, prompting a laugh out of you, too. 

Rick didn't mean to make it a habit. The first time he did it, he bought it at a coffeeshop he was familiar with, as a ‘welcome’ gift after finding a little greeting gift on his desk. A little box of chocolates from your hometown, something some of the other A.R.G.U.S. members received, too.

It was a simple thank you, really. 

You were really thankful that he went out of his way.

With that sweet smile of yours, and the look that held an endless gratitude.

And, well, it never became a one-time thing. 

It wasn't always coffee, and he didn't always buy either. He knew his way around making a good cup of something in the pantry, and it gave him a more solid reason to see you, be it in the pantry or at your desk. 

He had learned to ignore Emilia's or John’s knowing looks.

But the Squad?

“Better not let some bloke sweep her off her feet before you do.” Dubois once scoffed, a lighthearted one, in all honesty. 

If anything, Waller’s secretary was one of the few people he didn't mind, and like Rick, in all honesty, respected. For someone so soft-spoken, for anyone to handle Amanda for a living, 9 to 5, and oftentimes, more?

An achievement on its own.

But like Harley’s words, Rick would find himself thinking over Dubois’ statement as well, no matter how many times or how hard he'd try to push it all aside.

He'd chalk it up to being polite, just people trying to get by, someone who was… Like him. 

Did that make sense?

But deep down, deep down, Rick knew it wasn't the whole truth, and with how much you had wormed your way into his mind, and more, a sliver of him knew he'd have to address it at some point.

For now, he was playing it safe. At a distance, somewhat, but he knew he couldn't ignore it, and maybe, as Dubois told him during a moment of genuineness, that he had denied himself a good thing for some time.

But one thing Rick did know was that he'd do it right.

“Hey,” He stopped at the final door to where the offices were, “You up for dinner later? Together? With Friday and all, and… I know a good Italian spot. I can drive you home after, no problem.”

Your heart fluttered at his suggestion, always the gentleman, and even more so when he, dare you say, looked hopeful at your response. Encouraging your feelings for the rugged colonel who had been by your side since working alongside Waller.

“Yeah,” You began softly, then with a little more confidence as you nodded, returning his smile, “Yeah, that'd be really nice.”

Rick could almost see the bigger smiles of his friends now.

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» a/n: no, you guys don't understand but i miss writing for his man so much it hurts-all the memories are COMING BACK WITH THIS ERA. don't you guys EVER let me forget about him, EVER, ESPECIALLY ANON DEAR THANK YOU. And don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[quasarr-r]

Hi gang!

Just wanted to say a huge thank you for all the love on the Dex headcannons! ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵) Im overwhelmed with love ♡ I’m going to be off w*rk for a little while soon and wondered if there’s anything else you wanted me to write for, I’m so Daredevil and Peacemaker brained rn so definitely something for them ❤︎ :꣓ if there’s anything you think of that’s not in the poll, drop me a ask!!

What to write <3

Matt Murdock Headcannons

Matt Murdock; coming home injured, you to patch him up 🩸

Benjamin Pointdexter; chapter 1 of a small series I’m working on <3

Adrian chase Headcannons

Adrian chase one shot

Voting ended onJul 10