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Pairing : Buck Cashman X Fem!Reader
Reader keeps to herself , avoids eye contact and secretly has a crush on Buck. Reader is friends with Daniel.
Series master-list :
Part 1 - pattern recognition
Part 2 - someone else notices
Part 3 - âYou Thought I Would?â
Part 4 ??-
Characters include : Buck Cashman and Daniel Blake. And You, yes 𫵠You.
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PAIRING: benjamin poindexter x fem!reader WARNINGS: intentional lowercase, no use of y/n, slight stalking GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: latch x close - carissamixes (on soundcloud) WORD COUNT: 3.7k NOTE: my first of many fics of him
NAVIGATION | REQUEST | BENJAMIN POINDEXTER MASTERLIST
youâre not someone who has ever had the courage to ask someone out, never mind doing it somewhere public. youâd sat on a bench just off the main path, the busiest part of the park, where everyone passed through because it was the easiest way in and out. thatâs when you first saw him.
if you were being honest, you donât think youâve ever seen a man that attractive in your life. not to put him on a pedestal or anything, but itâs hard not to when he looks like that. so big. broad shoulders, built without looking bulky. his arms alone were enough to make you do a double take, just to be sure you werenât imagining it, especially when you realised heâd also glanced in your direction.
you smiled before you could stop yourself and he smiled back.
that somehow made him even worse, in the best way. how the fuck did that make him more attractive? you felt something twist in your stomach as he kept running past you, you felt disappointed⌠but not enough to stop yourself from watching him go.
god, he looked just as good from the back.
Ughhhh so cute âşď¸ I need a second part NEOW!!!
â hello neighbour: benjamin poindexter.
âł warnings: dex being a creepy great neighbour. obsessive tendencies. gn reader. otherwise it's pretty wholesome, i'd say c: not an established romantic relationship. âł notes: i fuck with the neighbours au.
he is quiet. well, for the most part. there's no loud music blasting in the ungodly hours, no friends coming over to party until dawn, no unholy noises suggesting a relationship or even a random hook-up, no back-and-forth yelling between himself and some stubborn ex. it's oddly refreshing. in fact, it's so refreshing that the occasional sound of door slamming or something breaking â "that sounded like a plate..." â is the least of your concerns. we all shatter some dishes every now and then, don't we? although, he seems to have bruised knuckles sometimes... there's no small talk about the weather or your job or your relationship status like there was with the old couple living next to you at your previous place. dex greets you with a scarce "morning," for the most part, but every now and then he is in an awfully good mood where he offers you a wide grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes, "have a wonderful day."
NEW NORTH STAR
content : in watching you and Matt at night, Dex discovers that maybe you can be the one to help him
word count : 710
pairing : benjamin poindexter x avenger!reader
Your laugh was sweet, infectiousâ like a drug. Your shoulders trembled as your footsteps traced the ledge of the rooftop. Matt laughed with you, but it was dull sound in comparison to yours. In fact, Dex wanted to erase the soundâ it had no right beside you. It was like a noise pollutant, killing the melody of your voice with itâs hollowness.
So this was what it meant to be a good guy, he thought. Matt got to be friends with you. You and your righteousness. Your understanding nature- you listened to Matt after every fight, and joked, and let him relieve himself of his guilt when he nearly killed a guy. Nearly. Dex wondered how youâd treat him if you knew he actually killed someone. Well, you were a hero yourself, you must be familiar with crime and murder. But how would you treat him? Someone who kills and hunts, and doesnât feel the crippling guilt Matt does.
In your hands, you swing the rope Matt had wrapped around his fist. Itâs bloodied, and frayed from where he lost a fraction of his control- took the punches too far. You donât care, you just swing it in circles as you walk along the thin edge of the rooftop as if the potential fall is nothing to you.
Heâs mesmerised by the ease of it. How nothing Matt does shakes you, and how heâs watched you for a week now listen to him after every fight. Could he shake you? Would you listen anyway?
âMatt you sound like you need a vacation,â you joked, spinning dangerously on your heel to then walk back the distance you intially trailed. He watched the precision in your movementsâ how the edge didnât fear you, and you seemed so confident in yourself. Heâd never followed you beyond this rooftop but he thinks he should, one day. Avengers interest him. The threats you face⌠youâd arrest a man like him, which is why he sits in the dark and watches.
Matt drags a weary hand down his face, the makeshift black mask discarded on the side. âI canât leave this place.â
âCity needs you?â You spoke with a mocking tone, grinning afterward. âMaybe it can survive one night.â
âIn one night, Bullseye will make the whole city turn against me,â Matt grits out. Dex frowns- he doesnât like that. He doesnât like that Matt is feeding you information about him, and that youâre being convinced Dex is some horrible man. He doesnât do it without reason- he needs purpose. Fisk gives him purpose. He can feel his anger simmering, white hot and blinding rage, threatening to blow his cover just to stop Matt from speaking him against him even more.
âThen the city must not like you very much, to be turned so easily.â That makes him smile. Something dark, and satisfied. His eyes trace the outline of your figure, the way your clothes stick to you like a second skin, and you move like some sort of prowless.
âThe city is filled with criminals who frame me,â Matt says weakly. âOf course no one knows if they can trust me.â
âYeahâŚâ you sigh. âI guess so.â
Dex watches with a nauseating envy as you place your hand softly on Mattâs shoulder. You comfort him, and in turn, Dex he craves to be in his place. He had never thought that heâd be so jealous of Matt- the lawyer who canât manage his own morals, but right now he wants nothing more than to be him. To have you. As his friend, as something more. His North Star.
âDonât eat yourself up, though.â If Dex closes his eyes, he can almost pretend youâre saying it to him. That your sweet words of reassurance are to ease his worries and the war in his mind. âYouâre not the bad guy.â He can almost picture it whispered into his ear, and he clings to the assurance as though it really was meant for him.
Heâs not the bad guy.
Maybe he just needs someone like you- someone who can understand him. Fisk never listens, just uses him. Dex doesnât want that. He can redeem himself, he just needs an example.
You can be the one guide him.
Bob Reynolds x Reader | Headcanons
After everything that happened, Bob is quieter. Not weaker, never that, but more aware of what heâs capable of.
Youâre one of the few people allowed close to him during this fragile period. Not because youâre fearless, but because you see him, not just as Sentry or the Void.
He constantly asks, âAm IâŚokay right now?â and youâve learned how to read him; his posture, his voice, the tension in his hands.
The Void never fully disappears, it lingers like a shadow behind his thoughts.
You donât try to âfixâ him. You just sit beside him, grounding him with quiet presence, sometimes slipping your hand into his.
On bad days, Bob withdraws, sitting in silence, staring at nothing like heâs listening to something only he can hear.
When the Void pushes, his voice drops, and his tone shifts; colder, detached. Thatâs when you gently bring him back: âBob. Look at me.â And he does. Every time.
and for a moment
i saw him again
"i lost my sister again, but forever"
i lost my sister again?
i lost my sister?
HIIII!!!!!! can you write something for adam warlock cuz i feel like i never see anyth for him and i luv him :]
of course! and my first request tysm anon!
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learning you
| adam warlock x reader. ~ 1.1k words. fluff.
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⌠pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader ⌠genre: fluff, mush, domestic softness, modern!au, social media chaos ⌠summary: it was supposed to be a simple grocery run in sweatpants but someone caught you and Bucky holding hands, laughing in the cereal aisle. the video went viral overnight with the caption ârelationship goals.â suddenly, the internet is obsessed with your love story.
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The trip was supposed to be boring.
You dragged Bucky out of the Tower on a Saturday morning, insisting you needed to actually live like humans for once âWe canât keep living on takeout and Tonyâs weird meal subscriptions,â youâd argued, tugging on his hand until he caved.
Now, here you both were two Avengers in a quiet Brooklyn grocery store, dressed down in sweatpants and hoodies, pushing a squeaky cart through the aisles.
âDoll, we donât need three different kinds of cereal,â Bucky muttered, arms crossed as you happily loaded another box into the cart.
âYou donât understand the importance of cereal variety,â you replied solemnly, standing on tiptoe to reach the top shelf.
Bucky sighed, reaching up easily with his vibranium arm and plucking the box down for you. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âYou love it,â you shot back, giving him a look that made the corner of his mouth twitch.
Neither of you noticed the girl a few feet away, phone angled discreetly in her hand. She caught the way Bucky leaned down to whisper something in your ear, the way you burst into laughter, clutching the cereal box like it was the funniest thing in the world. She recorded when he rested his big hand on your lower back, guiding you down the aisle like it was second nature.
She posted it with a simple caption: relationship goals.
By the time you and Bucky were unloading groceries back at the Tower, the internet had already begun to lose its mind. It started with TikTok.
A thirty-second clip of you and Bucky in the cereal aisle. No context. Just soft laughter, quiet touches, his unguarded smile.
Then it spread to Twitter.
âWHO ARE THEY???â one tweet screamed, with 100k likes in under an hour. âFind me a love like THIS,â another said, paired with crying emojis.
Then Instagram. Then Buzzfeed. Then everyone.
You found out when Nat barged into your shared apartment, phone in hand.
âYou two are trending,â she announced, looking far too smug.
âWhat?â you asked, balancing a bag of chips on top of the fridge.
Bucky squinted. âTrending? What does that mean?â
Nat grinned and turned her phone toward you. A video of you and Bucky filled the screen, overlayed with hearts and sparkles, comments flooding in faster than you could read
âi donât even know their names but i want what they have.â âthey look so in love iâm gonna cry.â âwait is that THE bucky barnes??â
Your jaw dropped. âOh my god.â
Buckyâs ears went red instantly. âWhat the hell is this?â
âItâs cute, thatâs what,â Nat said. âThe internet has claimed you two as its new favorite couple.â
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. âThis is so embarrassing.â
But when you peeked at Bucky, he wasnât scowling. He was staring at the screen, lips parted, like he couldnât believe what he was seeing.
âThey think⌠weâre goals?â he muttered, voice almost shy.
Your chest ached a little at that. Because he really didnât see it the way people looked at him, at you, when you were together. Like love was something inevitable in the way his hand always found yours, or the way your smile softened whenever he walked into a room.
The next morning, another video surfaced.
This time, it was from the parking lot. Someone had caught you struggling to juggle grocery bags, while Bucky effortlessly carried six in each hand. Youâd been laughing, teasing him for showing off, and heâd leaned down to kiss your forehead before loading the bags into the car.
The internet exploded again.
âTheyâre domestic as hell, I canât stand it,â one comment read. âThis is literally a romcom,â another said.
Bucky scrolled through them on your couch that night, expression caught between awe and panic. âPeople really⌠like us?â
âOf course they do,â you said softly, nudging his shoulder. âYouâre kind of hard not to like when youâre not brooding.â
He gave you a mock glare, but you caught the way his cheeks flushed pink.
Then came the âtrending couple challenge.â
Some genius decided to compile clips of you and Bucky, cutting them with captions like âwhen he looks at you like this >>>â and âthis is how love should be.â The trend blew up. People started tagging their partners, recreating grocery store dates, holding hands in sweatpants.
And through it all, the original couple you and Bucky stayed completely oblivious to how deep the obsession ran.
Until Clint showed up at brunch with a smirk and said, âSo⌠how does it feel being the internetâs new favorite married couple?â
You nearly choked on your coffee. âWeâre not married!â
âYet,â Bucky muttered under his breath.
The table went silent. You stared at him. He stared at his plate.
Nat grinned like sheâd just been handed front-row tickets to the drama.
It was supposed to be silly. A fluke. Just a couple of strangers filming something they thought was cute.
But a week later, you found yourself scrolling through hundreds of videos of you and Bucky edits set to soft music, threads of people analyzing every little touch, every glance.
And maybe it was embarrassing. Maybe it was invasive.
But when Bucky came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, you realized you didnât mind so much.
Because for once, the world wasnât looking at him like a weapon. They were looking at him the way you did.
Like he was love, in its simplest, purest form. And maybe that wasnât so bad after all.
That night, curled against him in bed, you whispered, âYou okay with all this? With everyone seeing us like that?â
Bucky pressed a kiss into your hair, pulling you closer âAs long as youâre mine,â he murmured, âthey can watch all they want.â
And in the dark, you smiled. Because this was you. Unfiltered. Unstaged. Unapologetically in love. And the world finally got to see it, too.
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10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger
"not all men" you're right, clark kent would never do this
clark x gn!reader
synopsis: you meet krypto.
"He's usually never this calm," Clark says, in awe as he observes Krypto laying peacefully on your lap. He wasn't barking or causing mass amounts of destructionâhe was just...there.
Calm and steady.
"Is he not?" You ask, smoothing a hand through Krypto's soft fur. You also scratch behind one of his ears and coo when Krypto leans into it, his tail wagging happily. "He seems like such a good boy, though."
Clark snorts. "If causing mass amounts of trouble counts as good, then yeah, he's a good boy."
You shrug. "He probably had his reasons," you say, your smile soft. "I'm sure you did, sweet boy."
Krypto basks underneath the praise, tail wagging faster to show his content. He raises up a little to brush his nose against yours, his tongue flicking out to kiss your cheek.
Clark watches the two of you, his heart oddly warm at the sight. Usually, Krypto is a pain in his behind and causes more chaos than good. But seeing him with you and how he's being so careful settles him. It allows him to know that Krypto would never hurt you; in or unintentionally.
Still.
"Who's my best boy ever?" You continue to coo, your smile widening as Krypto now shakes with excitement in your lap. "Yes, it's you! It's you!"
Krypto barks in obvious agreement.
Clark frowns a little.
He used to be your best boy ever.
I need u to know that any requests u filled out for horrrormovielover2000 should be deleted. They are sentenced pedophile and there are official articles on them. He pretends to be a girl (a girl who died, more specifically). They admitted to it as well.
Omg that is crazy!!!! I just checked out their account and Iâm definitely not about that! Thank you anonymous for looking out and letting me know. Iâm curious though where can I find this article đ¤
I haven't seen Thinderbolts* yet but I'm already crying
UNDERSTANDABLY SO.
(superman 2025) clark kent x fem!reader, 3.1k
synopsis: clark kent is overwhelmed by his affection for you, and your relentless lack of will to see it. a gift mishap in the planet office gives you affirmation of the false pretense that clarkâs just not that into you, leading to a dramatic turn of events between you two.
tags: unedited, reader is a cynic && an unofficial eldest daughter with wounded self-image, clark thinks heâs being delusional (heâs not) (you are madly in love with him too), fluff && slowburn, coworkers && friends to lovers, the pov is kinda messy (sorry) (itâs roughly third person omniscient but it focuses for a hot minute on how down bad he is for you), angsty bc you drive each other crazy by not communicating, making out!
- no use of y/n!
Everyone knows that Clarkâs benevolence is anything but ill-inspired. He doesnât believe you incapable, doesnât face you with a smug look or egocentric smirk, expect any goodwill or favors in exchange whenever he helps you or anyone else about their daily tasksâor a cup of coffee, on him.
In his head he mulls over the details of your order, âof everyoneâs, of course; the heap of sugar that Lois absentmindedly churns into hers, hardly dissolving, (âI party like a rockstar, choir boys!â She defends to Jimmy and Clark) the moderate spoonful Jimmy adds in his, and when it comes to your preferenceâthe miniature cup of cream, cautious spoonfuls of sugar, and exact number by which you swirl your stirrer. But that wasnât him being any more excessively chivalrous than he already was, right?
Recently watched "Thunderbolts*" and wow! I love superhero movies that give you hope for a brighter tommorow!
I remember watching a vid a year ago by "Comic Drake" describing Sentry as, basically Marvel's Superman lol