#ZEX pls

[sysig]

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[chrisevansredbelt]

just thinking about poor david while frank and reader go at it

Poor David

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: barely any! established relationship between frank and reader? mentions of zex. david overhearing.

summary: refer to request! ^^

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“Morning.” You hum, frolicking into the kitchen where David was sitting at the small round table with his back turned to you.

You didn’t notice the way he had been startled by your greeting, jumping in his seat and almost choking on his… drink, “Yeah, morning.” He manages to choke out, keeping his head down.

Cluelessly, you start making coffee- a little offended David hadn’t left you any as he usually did but ah well, it’s David. “Did you sleep well? That storm was crazy.” You ask, turning to face him now while the coffee brews in its pot.

“Fine, fine. Yeah.” He nods, voice shaky and this time, as you look at him, you furrow your brows, approaching the table.

“Are you feeling okay?” You ask worriedly, softly placing a hand on his kinda sweaty wrist.

Despite having tensed under your touch, he just sucks in a breath before smiling up at you, “N-Never been better.” Though it looked as if it had pained him to say it and that he was definitely acting strange… er than usual- you took his word for it.

Frank entering the kitchen brought your attention away from David anyway- which he was grateful for, but at the same time died on the inside at both of you in the same room… after what he’d heard.

“Mornin’.” Frank smacks David’s shoulder, not bothering to hear a reply as he makes his way to you, “Hello,” He says seductively, as if it’s the first time he’s ever seen you and punches your butt, making you gasp and smack his chest before he grabs your hand and pulls you to his lips.

“I have to go-“ The legs of David’s chair scrape loudly against the floor, making the both of you turn your attention on him. Looking at him expectantly, he quickly stutters out, “Make a phone call.”

He goes to leave and you and Frank both stand there, staring at either him or his phone still on the table as he walks a few steps away, “You left your phone.” Frank states- for some reason smiling softly instead of being as worried as you are.

David quickly snatches his phone off the table before scurrying off into his room lair.

Turning to Frank worriedly you joke, “I think he got struck by lightening or something.” Frank scoffs before starting to make his breakfast, a smug smile remaining on his face, “Maybe the storm bothered him.” You shrug, going to clean up David’s leftover cup and plate that he’d left and probably never clean up. Picking up the mug, you realise the contents inside of it look nothing like coffee- so carefully, you bring it up your nose to sniff, “Oh my God, that’s whiskey.”

Frank turns at your revelation, eyeing the cup in your hand before finally laughing. Tilting his head, he looks up at you now, “I don’t think it was the storm that kept him up.”

Unpacking his words, your face slowly falls and flushes a light peach in pure embarrassment, “Oh. Oh!” You grimace sympathetically as you recount all that you had done last night, Frank of no help as he just throws his head back in a wicked laugh, pulling you flush against his chest. It wasn’t like you hadn’t had sex whilst David was in the house before, but last night… last night you’d both gone a little experimental and… vocal. It was very fun for th both of you and you, of course, would be more than happy to do it again and again… just not in front of David, “Poor David.” You pout.

Kissing your forehead reassuringly, Frank snorts, “He probably liked it.”

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just a short one while i continue writing the 22 freaking drafts that i have stupidly started all at once… pls bare with me possums

[cloaked-sch3mer]

can we please think about how our outward emotions can effect the person who is the supporting unit in the middle of all of this and that he is working very hard to appease the people he loves which anyone would call unconditional adoration in its own right towards each and every one of these people, even with the fluctuations that will be inevitable for a human heart

can we please notice that if we are not aware of ourselves it will cause much more of a strain on him mentally and physically and we should all try a little harder to notice this and revise our behavioral instincts and be happy with what we have therefore making it easier for him to see that he's fine the way he is because the guilt that forms from the actions of one who chooses to dwell on something that can only be accurately summed up as taking him for granted will only cause him to relapse in to the behavior you both probably want him to learn to control

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[cloaked-sch3mer]

(you loved him)

while i watched the stars sing with the burning wind 

as i rose higher and higher out of the cage of ribs and molten skin

as one useless confession to the next, i loved him, in that moment, (for shame)

even while i was aptly

punished

by the very core! of the man

who i watched, as i felt the marble walls plummet, and the dark oil drowning

ink spilled against the white white white

i opened my eyes, and in your green glass locking stare 

there was naught a seed of regret, only

a kindling, of a casually lit flame, and i thought “my mistake

i am the one who’s against the wall

and you’re

the one

standing

laughing

at the very

face

of death and

that face

is

mine,”

you have touched his warm body, as if

it was another part of yours,

because you belong not to him or none of him belonging to you, but

both to each other

and what greater radiance can shine--not without the flickers 

or falters

on the face of the sun, both holding a heat in your hands,

cupped like a single, complete heart

whilst i

find it to be quite cold

in one palm to the next