#no one can annoy matt like her except jessica and i love them both for it

[chvoswxtch]

i'm on my second rewatch of daredevil & I just finished season 2 and i have a LOT of thots about elektra so i'm going to rant under the cut so here's your warning or psa if you haven't seen the show or are in the process of watching it i am mentioning spoilers so beware !!!

first things first i feel like i need to preface with the fact that i was OBSESSED with the 2003 daredevil movie like i rented it so many times at the video store the guy working there fucking gave it to me LMAO and i remember thinking jennifer garner in that movie was THE baddest bitch and I wanted to be her so bad

that being said i fucking LOVE elektra natchios and i was so fucking beyond excited the first time i watched the show and she showed up and i especially love elodie yung's version i thought she was absolutely perfect

here's what annoyed the shit out of me though: they set her up for failure; let's get into it

i feel like a lot of people don't like her for whatever reason and i feel like a lot of that has to do with her history with matt so let me just say i think her and matt were super toxic and did not belong together because they were constantly trying to change one another and yes she did a lot of shitty things to him but she was literally "hired" by stick to ruin matt's life so that matt would come back to stick and in the end she left because she realized matt was way too good and didn't belong around her OR more importantly around stick because he would never be like either of them

from the second they introduced her in the show, they are trying to make you not like her by making her seem like this selfish entitled person who goes around ruining lives for fun. i've also seen a lot of people blame her as the reason that matt & karen never worked out but like that is straight up matt's fault in my opinion ok homeboy did that to himself

as far as morality goes, i think a lot of people gloss over the fact that elektra was literally trained to be a killer since she was a child. she was a young girl that was taken from her family, essentially thrown into a cult that brainwashed her and filled her head with horror stories about a war that was coming she needed to be ready to fight at all costs

we all know stick was an emotionally & physically abusive piece of shit (we saw the way he treated them both) but i think everyone forgets he was way worse with elektra and way harder on her and i don't know if what happened with her is what made him approach training matt differently but he was undeniably easier on matt (matt was getting pushed down in a basement, elektra was getting the shit beat out of her by grown ass men)

elektra was trained and taught to be what she was and constantly had people like stick and the hand telling her who and what she was and making her feel like she was some kind of evil monster over something that was totally out of her control

i think the only good thing that came from her and matt's relationship is that he made her believe in herself and that she could be good because he saw it in her and helped her decide who she wanted to be instead of what she was told to be

i truly think more people would like her more if she were a male character because she has a lot of the same characteristics as matt (tragic backstory, sarcastic witty drama queen, charming & overconfident, anger & daddy issues, total badass, hot) and even frank (has no problem killing when they think it's justifiable, will do whatever necessary despite the moral consequences, looks good covered in blood) which is bullshit in my humble opinion

let women go feral!!! let them be messy!! let them deal with things humanly & realistically!!!

i personally love characters like elektra natchios and jessica jones because i can relate to them like i can feel their anger and their internal conflict of being who you want vs who everyone expects you to be and drinking in excess to cope instead of dealing with your problems and having a short fuse (especially with annoying ass men who think they know better than you) and just being tragic fucking human beings trying their goddamn best

this is also why i love karen page so much because she is deeply flawed and has a dark past and acts impulsively (literally taunted fisk about killing wesley because she knew he would emotionally react like what a bad bitch) and refuses to take anyone's shit and calls everyone out when it's needed and tries so hard to do the right thing hoping it'll heal her from her mistakes

like every single one of these characters has been through so much shit and SO MUCH trauma and i just don't think it's fair to praise and accept one group for how they handle it and demonize another for doing the literal exact same thing

there was a very interesting foil in season 2 with frank & elektra that doesn't get talked about enough like frank castle owned what he was and admitted to being a loose cannon that would never stop until he got his revenge and everyone ate that shit up but elektra struggles with what she's being told she is and fights against all odds to control something inside of her that can't really be controlled and people trash her and it annoys the fucking hell out of me because it all goes back to her relationship with matt

women can be their own characters, they don't need to be plot devices used for a man's character development

in conclusion, elektra natchios is that bitch and i adore her and would absolutely love to see her (& elodie <3) come back in a future marvel project but not if they're just going to waste her incredible storyline and potential as being matt's throwaway love interest again because she is so fucking much more than that and deserves so much more than that

if you've made it this far, thanks for coming to my ted talk <3

we stan elektra natchios in this household, and I will hear no slander

these are all my opinions & if you don't like/agree with them, that's totally fine but no need to be a dick about it :)

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👀 give me all your thoughts I know you have them

Bette Kane

How I feel about this character: She is my everything. I love nobody as much as I love her. I am at all times thinking about Bette Kane

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Dawn, Hank, Charley, Barbara, Helena, Artemis, Donna & I think she & Luke Fox dated for a little bit in high school before deciding to be just friends

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Gar!!! Her & Gar are best friends & they shouldn’t be romantic

My unpopular opinion about this character: Don’t know if she’s known enough to have any unpopular opinions, but bitchy Bette Kane should be brought back. They defanged her a lot & I don’t like it, let her be the worst it was really funny

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I really wish that in the N52 Batwoman series, the Kate&Bette dynamic was changed so while Kate had all her military training & was older, Bette had more vigilante experience & they had to learn to work together & learn from each other

my OTP: Hank/Dawn/Bette has a special place in my heart, I’m an eternal sucker for ArtyBette, but when it comes down to it... Bettenelli is simply superior

my cross over ship: *looking pointedly at my drafts* well gee I guess I think her & Danny Rand would have a fun dynamic. Also, Betty Brant for that good ole hero/reporter dynamic

a headcanon fact: she’s bisexual, she is, it’s a fact

Danny Rand

How I feel about this character: I’ve only recently gotten into Iron Fist comics but listen. LISTEN. He’s the love of my life, okay? Got it? I would die for this dumbass idiot disaster man

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Luke, Luke&Jess, Misty, Brenda because I thought they were just funny, Matt, I read a surprisingly good Peter fic so hm. Something there

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Colleen. I know they’re the main romance of the Netflix series, I know they had a thing for a little bit in the comics, but shut up, she’s his exhausted best friend

My unpopular opinion about this character: He’s not annoying. After Netflix, I think that’s an unpopular opinion

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish his TV show didn’t suck balls. I wish that The Living Weapon wasn’t canon (but Pei & Brenda stick around). I wish Marvel would pull the trigger & admit that he & Luke are in love

my OTP: Danny/Misty because they’re cute okay shut up Danny really loves her!!! & obviously Jess/Luke/Danny but in that specific order. Jess & Danny are both dating Luke but they aren’t dating each other, they’re just bffs

my cross over ship: The one mentioned above but also, in whatever universe where DC & Marvel are co-existing, I think he had a fling with Oliver Queen before Ollie went to the island

a headcanon fact: He’s Asian-American. Fuck Marvel

Felicia Hardy

How I feel about this character: My mean wife. I would let her murder me without any hesitation she’s so pretty

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Peter, MJ & Cindy. Matt is allowed but only if it’s a disaster. Danny Rand has a crush on her which she thinks is adorable

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Johnny!!!! They’re funny little shits & they should be allowed to get in more hijinks together. All the Marvel Divas, I like Felicia having friends

My unpopular opinion about this character: Plot twist assholes she was in love with Peter Parker the entire goddamn time re: everyone who keeps trying to insist that Felicia has only ever loved Spider-Man. Shut up, they’re the same goddamn person & Felicia loves him 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish Dan Slott had never come anywhere near her

my OTP: PeterFelicia is cute, okay. SilkCat is where it’s at though. Cindy & Felicia... soulmates

my cross over ship: Jessica Cruz or Dick Grayson because she likes dorks but only if they’re pretty

a headcanon fact: I was gonna put that she’s bi, but that is canon & Marvel has just ignored it so. Hm. Dan Slott never happened to her, this lady was never the queen pin of crime

MJ Watson

How I feel about this character: I love her so much... angel... sweetie... darling...

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Peter, Felicia & Gwen, some goddamn respect

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Harry

My unpopular opinion about this character: All opinions about MJ are inherently unpopular (as she would want) but Marvel should stop moving her away from the arts re: her being a reporter in PS4, that weird nightclub thing, etc. I’d say TAMJ was a step in the right direction except I hate that book so :/

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish she was still married to Peter. Also, that she’d get her own MJ-As-Spider-Woman AU. Or MJ as a superhero in general

my OTP: GwenMJ & PeterMJ & especially PeterGwenMJ

my cross over ship: MJ Waston date Koriand’r challenge

a headcanon fact: She is not straight. Or cis, for that matter

Peter Parker

How I feel about this character: Look at the little bastard man off to do his little bastard things... will he make good choices? No! Will I continue to support him regardless? Yes!

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Okay, here we go, damn: Johnny, MJ, Gwen, Harry, Flash, Ned in the MCU shut up we all know why it isn’t popular (see: racism), he’s definitely at least made out with Bobby, more that I can’t think of right now, Felicia Hardy

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Matt Murdock. No, shut up, their friendship is important to me specifically, they just love each other a lot, okay? And it’s unconditional &nstupid & they’re dumb & I love them. Jessica Jones, too, because I think the idea of her having a crush on him in high school & local hoe Peter Parker not noticing is funny

My unpopular opinion about this character: The only consistently good Spider-Man series in the past, like, decade is FNSM

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: In a very specific thing, I wish that Peter had picked up the phone & called Matt in the Sins Rising arc because Daredevil was such an important part of that original arc & I dunno, it just doesn’t work & it would’ve been really interesting to put Matt back in the role he played in the original story especially with where Matt is in her own series, ya know?

my OTP: SpideyTorch & PeterMJ

my cross over ship: okay, concept here: Kyle Rayner & Peter Parker

a headcanon fact: bider-man, bider-man, does whatever a bi spider can...

Elektra Natchios

How I feel about this character: Murder wife, has never done anything wrong in her entire life

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Matt & Nat

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Logan!!! They’re best friends

My unpopular opinion about this character: @ Daredevil tv series fans please just say you’re racist & leave

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish she never met Frank Castle. I wish she had female friends for a change

my OTP: Nat/Elektra. Love Matt but he & Elektra aren’t endgame even though it kills me violently to admit that

my cross over ship: Talia Al Ghul. I will not elaborate

a headcanon fact: aside from the obvious ‘she’s bi’, I think Elektra has a dog

Matt Murdock

How I feel about this character: Himbo idiot love of my life make a good decision I love you

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Elektra, Foggy, Danny, Luke, Kirsten & Mila

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Peter (see: above), Luke, Nat, Jessica, I think it’s very funny when you put him in the same room as Moon Knight & Felicia

My unpopular opinion about this character: He’s disabled, you idiots, that actually does affect his day-to-day life

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish he’d go to therapy, no, Matthew, confession does not count

my OTP: Matt/Elektra, Matt/Foggy & Matt/Kirsten

my cross over ship: I wanna say Hal Jordan... specifically after the Spectre I think that’d be funny, if Hal just casually drops that literal, actual god was basically his boss for a while

a headcanon fact: he gets mistaken for Scott Summers a lot

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Glee - The Exit Quiz

Okay, I’m gonna rapid fire answer these, cause why not.  I really recommend you guys do the same! (also - thanks @honeysucklepink - for sending in an ask <3) 

1. favorite character?

Kurt Hummel - love him so hard (but obviously, y’all know I love Blaine and many others, too) 

2. favorite teacher?

Probably Beiste or Emma

3. favorite couple?         

Klaine - be shocked.        

4. least favorite character?

Believe it or not, Ken Tanaka - I just cannot so hard

5. least favorite teacher?

Oh Will - he’s a disgrace to the profession. 

6. least favorite couple?    

I don’t know? Long term - Probably anything related to the Jarley/Ryder triangle - because it bored me to tears.   Short term - Puck/Shelby - don’t get me started. 

7. favorite duet?        

Off the top of my head - Happy Days/Get Happy, it hits the warm place of my heart        

 8. favorite bromance?

Sam and Blaine, kinda by default.  I wasn’t huge about the male friendships on the show. 

 9. favorite episode?

Oh c’mon, y’all know it’s New New York

10. favorite season?           

This is actually hard - I think season 2 has my favorite bits, but season 5 is my favorite overall?      

11. least favorite season?              

Season 3 - continued to be shocked  

12. favorite favorite episode?               

Um, did we not just go over this? 

13. favorite cast member?                

Oh Chris, you know it’s Chris

14. funniest character?                

Jane Lynch *lol

15. which character's clothes would you like? 

EEsh, hard pass on most of them. 

16. favorite competition episode?      

Original Song - almost by default, I really can’t stand most of the competition episodes.           

17. what episode can you watch over and over again?                

Most of them, and I have ;)  I like Love, Love, Love might be the most rewatchable though. 

18. what character do you find the best looking?      

I had to think... is it Kurt? Yeah, no, it’s definitely Kurt...           

19. why did you start watching glee?               

Okay, so I’ll tell this whole story... 

So, ten years ago, I got a new job, and moved to a new city, and met a (seemingly) nice guy - with whom I went out with a few times and (unfortunately) it didn’t work out because I got dumped cause he wasn’t that great and still seeing his ex.  Fun, right? Anyway - a friend of mine was like - I’m sorry you’re sad - watch this show! You like musicals and are okay with gay, you’ll like it! 

So - she gave me the season 1 (part 1) dvd and I was like - yeah, that’s fun, but nothing about it grabbed me.  Except DSB - that gave me chills.  But then she insisted we watch it together every time it was on, and so we did... through, eh, half way through season 2? 

And I was, like, nope, this show is just the worst - it’s mean spirited and mean and I am not really enjoying it.  So I stopped.  For about a year. 

So a year-ish later, I got let go from a second job (that was fine - it was super shady and people got arrested, don’t do random online jobs guys) and had some free time, so decided to catch up on Glee and **gasp** watched The First Time and absolutely fell in love with Klaine.  And then I rewatched the whole series and really appreciated it more the second time around.  

And years later, I’m now sitting here with you people.  Lol <3

20. how long have you watched glee?

March 2010                

21. what scene or episode made you fall in love with the show?   

The Auditorium scene from The First Time.  It took my breath away, which hadn’t happened since I started watching The Office.              

22. if you could wake up and be one of the characters for a day, who would you like to be?              

Elliott Gilbert - he seems to have his life together.   

23. what character would you most like to meet?           

Cooper Anderson - I mean who wouldn’t?      

24. favorite newbie character?             

Unique in the original newbies, Jane of the second group   

25. who would you be most want to be friends with?           

Elliott Gilbert - he’d get my life together     

 26. if you could have a one night stand with any character, who would you choose?           

Cooper.  I mean there are some things in life you’d just have to go for.  I’d imagine Santana would give you a pretty good time for a one night thing, too, though.      

 27. favorite fan fiction?                

Probably, Misqueue’s Scenes from a Breakup.  She really taught me the power of good fanfic. 

28. favorite headcanon?                

Hmm, this is so morbid, but the strongest one that comes to mind is that they both live to old age, but Blaine is the one who dies first, and Kurt’s kind of unbarable to be around afterwards, and I once wrote a tiny thing about this - how Kurt would get into fits and be nearly intolerable, but the seasoned nurses ask him to talk about Blaine, and it calms him down.  

29. favorite person that has guest starred on glee?

Hmmm, based on their characters - Matt Bomer, Adam Lambert, or Sarah Jessica Parker. Oh and Katey Segal.  I’m so sad that they didn’t bring her back. 

30. favorite minor character?                

I have a deep appreciate for Stoner Brett.  Also Lord Tubbington

31. what character annoys you the most?    

Ken Tanaka, uapoweifjodsifjeaw;oifh yuk. Also up there is Sandy Ryerson and JBI.             

32. what surprised you the most? 

I’m not sure what you mean??  Mostly that I’ve grown used to the idea of Blaine and Karofsky enough that I don’t hate it and I get why it was a thing.                 

33. which character resembles you the most?                

Thought processing wise - Kurt.  Though emotionally, maybe a bit of Blaine and Mercedes.  

34. which character are you most connected to?

Kurt                

35. 5 favorite quotes?

oh - god, i’m bad at remembering things off the top of my head -- 

My favorite one is: “let me autocorrect that for you.  Lima doesn’t have a zoo, why’d we think it did?” the delivery on that is the best.  

also the one where Jane Lynch goes on about giving Will a cat and punching him in the face.  

And the Kurt line about answering the phone saying ‘she’s dead’.                 

36. an unpopular opinion you have about this show?             

Oh, I have so many... mostly, season 2 isn’t as good as people claim it is, and season 6 is much better than people claim it is.    

 37. plot point you would've wanted to change, and how would you change it?   

The biggest one for me is adding in a catalyst to Kurt’s story to head back to Blaine.  Not so much change, but add to the already existing story.  

I’d also get rid of the whole Shelby/Puck thing all together.  Did not need to be a thing.   

(Where are questions 38-39??)

40. what will you miss the most?               

The week to week-ness of having discussions with people.   

41. top 10 favorite songs each season? 

Wow - this is a big question, time to get the iphone out... 

Season 1: 

Don’t Stop Believin’ (Pilot version) 

Defying Gravity (Kurt version) 

My Life Would Suck Without You

Run Joey Run (for comedic reasons)

Rose’s Turn

I Dreamed a Dream

Bad Romance

Bohemian Rhapsody

Don’t Stop Believin’ (Journey version) 

Over the Rainbow              

Season 2: 

I Want to Hold Your Hand

Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy

Teenage Dream

Forget You (Don’t ask - I love it) 

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Misery

Blackbird

Raise Your Glass

Loser Like Me

As If We Never Said Goodbye

Season 3: 

Something’s Coming

Last Friday Night

Hit Me With Your Best Shot/One Way or Another

Perfect

We Are Young

I Will Always Love You

Love Shack

How Will I Know

I Have Nothing

Not the Boy Next Door

Season 4: 

Call Me Maybe

It’s Time

Teenage Dream (Acoustic) 

The Scientist

Dark Side

Being Alive

This is the New Year

Just Can’t Get Enough

Come What May

Mamma Mia

Season 5: 

All You Need is Love

Make You Feel My Love

Hold On

Defying Gravity 

Loser Like Me

Don’t Stop Believin’

Rockstar

Pumpin’ Blood

All of Me

Pompeii

Season 6: 

Home

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow/Head Over Feet

Somebody Loves You

At Last

Listen To Your Heart

Popular

Some Day We’ll Be Together

Daydream Believer

This Time

I Lived

42. favorite new directions group cover?                

I mean, Don’t Stop Believin’ is the ultimate classic - but I have a strong appreciation for Hold On. 

43. favorite warbler cover?                

Oh, god, Teenage Dream probably? But then Raise Your Glass

44. favorite vocal adrenaline cover?                

Bohemian Rhapsody - nothing else really comes close. 

46. favorite celebrity judge?                

The Nun who used to be a stripper.  

47. someone you would've liked to see guest star on the show.                

Julie Andrews as Kurt’s grandmother.  

48. favorite tribute episode?                

The Beatles and Whitney Houston

49. what episode made you cry the most?                

The Break Up - partly cause of the music, and partly because of the circumstances of fandom around that time :P 

50  what episode made you laugh the most?

This show was a comedy?  (I’ll have to think about it and get back to you) 

[mslullabies]

Listen listen. I love and appreciate that art so much, SO MUCH, and I mean this babbling in the old timey fandom spirit of mutual love of thing, not in the new fangled if you disagree you’re a pedophile kind of way. I think that aesthetic correspondences aside, we gotta switch those roles. Let me ehsplain. No. There is too much. Let me sum up:

Matt is Buttercup. In the princess bride, Buttercup clearly has depression after she thinks Westley is dead, and specifically she has the kind that numbs and paralyzes you. It renders her basically indifferent to her own fate (she just goes along with marrying humperdink) until there is an immediate physical danger present (her distress at being kidnapped, later she jumps out of the boat and attempts to swim to shore). In s3 of daredevil, Matt explicitly has depression and although his doesn’t seem as numb and involves more visible signs of pain than Buttercup’s, it renders him inert and indifferent to his own wellbeing. I might say that he’s trying to be as numb as Buttercup just is. Also Fisk as the personification of Matt’s brainscreams is very evocative of Buttercup’s nightmare and the woman accusing her.

So that means Foggy is Westley, who when he’s separated from Buttercup and captured by pirates, just speaks eloquently about why he wants to live, and convinces them to let him. He uses his time as their prisoner to learn the skills he needs to move forward. Likewise, Foggy does not struggle with depression despite his ongoing grieving and trauma (and I could meta about that all day - I love that s3 so clearly contrasted Matt and Karen with Foggy and didn’t condemn or commend anyone for their respective mental health situations.) Foggy does exactly what Westley does - he’s between a rock and a hard place, so he leverages what wiggle room he has, and gets himself into a position where he can move forward. He also pursues and forgives Matt, even though he’s very angry at him.

Even better, through this lens, Karen is Inigo Montoya - she struggles with depression as well, but her trauma manifests as single-minded focus. Inigo’s whole life is focused on revenge, but he is also explicitly shown depressed and drowning his sorrows when he meets with setbacks. Also just attaches himself to Westley as his only hope, just like Karen does with Matt and Foggy. So Karen = Inigo, and that gives us James Wesley as the Count Ruben, and obvs Kingpin as Humperdink. Now Vizini is a lil tougher - I’m thinking Stick, but only bc no one else seems to fit. Except maaaayyybe Elektra, but I’m reluctant to assign her to a role that is so benignly villainous, she’s both more complicated and more important than that. I think she might be Ryan, the previous Dread Pirate Roberts who captures Westley and is moved by his speech about love. She gets a happy retirement that way. Fezzig is also a tough one - I think we might have to bring in another defender to fill his role, and I think that defender might need to be Jessica. Initially I was thinking Punisher, but Fezzig is supposed to be Lorge to the point of being referred to as a giant multiple times, so I think her superstrength is required here. Also the idea of her and Karen playing rhyming games as a way to annoy Stick is giving me heart palpitations. Also please picture her just strapping Matt, Karen, and Stick to her back and climbing the cliffs of insanity. Also please picture her muttering “My way’s not very sportsmanlike” to herself.

You know what, just here’s list of further things you should picture with this character swapped Princess Bride:

- Matt pushing Foggy down a hill, realizing it’s Foggy, and then just throwing himself ass over tea kettle down the hill as well instead of doing anything normal about it - Foggy very grimly saying ‘I can cope with torture’ only to have the person to whom he makes this assertion vigorously shake their head. -  “Please understand that I hold you in the highest respect.” -  Jessica rolling her eyes and hauling Matt out of the shrieking eel infested waters one-handed -   Foggy: You mean you’ll put down your rock and I’ll put down my sword and we’ll try to kill each other like civilized people?”    Jessica: Yeah. Sportsmanlike. -  Stick holding the point of a knife under Matt’s jaw, pressing it deeper when Foggy advances, and Matt gasps but doesn’t cry out -  Jessica repeatedly dunking Karen in a pair of barrels to get her to sober up -  Matt doing that little head tilt when he catches Fisk with that “Every ship but your four fastest.” -  Karen bodyslamming a door trying to chase Wesley and screaming for Jessica to help her -  Jessica semi-carefully propping Foggy up on a suit of a armor -  Matt jumping from a window into Jessica’s waiting arms, all in slowmo with dramatic music (she then dumps him on the ground a la Mr. Green in Clue)

And I hardly think it needs saying, but Claire is clearly Miracle Max in all this, and I know I shouldn’t type up a description of that whole scene, we’ve all seen it, but please, gods, just run through the whole thing in your head. Claire is so put out and cranky. Refuses to believe that these are protagonists and not just a passel of regular dumbasses. Luke comes charging in, “Get back brigand!” “I’m not a brigand, I’m your boyfriend!”

[canaryatlaw]

okay. so. today was pretty fun. I had set my alarm for 10:30 as we’d agreed Jess would pick me up at 11. Well, I woke up to said alarm at 10:30 to a series of messages from Jess telling me to get up already because she wanted nuggets before we went to the con. I told her I’d be ready in 15 minutes, because I was being good and woke up half an hour beforehand when I knew it only really took me 15 minutes to get ready when I’m not doing my make up (doing it in the car here). So I got ready, doing Peter Pan today because I gotta take advantage of my short haired red headed cosplay options because I hate wigs and will be wearing them both Saturday and Sunday. Got picked up, went to Mcdonalds, drove to con, didn’t get stuck in ridiculous traffic like we did yesterday, so that’s a win. I’m trying to remember the details of how everything went down, when you’re there all day and you’re doing different things within a small space it can be hard to remember exactly what you did when. But I think we got there and went to find some people and talked with them for a while, then found Jess’ two friends (”friends”) who were running around doing different things, after waiting for them for a little bit. And I mean, for most of the day we just did different versions of walking around and finding people and looking at things? we’d hang out with a certain group of people for a while and then they’d go off and do a photo shoot or something and we’d migrate to a different group of people. At some point during the afternoon we decided to go through the whole show floor aisle by aisle to assess options before buying anything. I knew I wanted to get a t-shirt of some sort, and sadly there were very few legends-related items out there (I think the only places we really saw them were in the sections where you have the IDs from different shows) so I figured I’d either want something Wonder Woman or Superman related, since those are my other two faves. I was also potentially looking for a cool backpack that’s somewhat bigger than the one I have now because in two weekends we’re doing HVFF New Jersey/Rose City CC in Portland over two days and are just bringing backpacks, and since I decided tonight that I am going to cosplay both days (and the NJ one I am SO excited about!!) I’m gonna need something that can fit a lot of things. What’s annoying about the t-shirt thing is pretty much all of them at cons are only in unisex sizing, not women’s sizes, and I don’t really like how they fit me so I don’t end up wearing them as much as I do the Wonder Woman or Superman shirts I have in woman’s sizes. The other thing I might potentially buy is an Elektra from Daredevil funko pop because back when I was still looking for Katniss but was getting convinced I wouldn’t be able to find her (before I found her online) I was considering making Elektra my next one, and she would fit nicely on my stack of funkos in their boxes (that are literally in a stack on my dresser right now that consists of dark haired women who totally kick ass because apparently I am predictable like that (right now it’s Wonder Woman, Jessica Jones, and Katniss) (I do have three other funkos that are out of their boxes and placed elsewhere, which are my White Canary and Captain Cold, placed in conjunction of course, and Smallville Green Arrow played by Justin Hartley love of my life and the only actor to portray Green Arrow in live action as far as I’m concerned). So we set off to do that. A number of good Wonder Woman options I took note of, a few ones that are old comics styled, a few featuring other Justice League members like Superman and such (though I’m really not a Wonder Woman/Superman shipper like, at all, so not those because Clois is the only valid ship for Clark Kent, though I am open to WonderBat possibilities). There is also a very cool Wonder Woman backpack we were looking for that I’ll probably go back and get because it had a lot of places to put stuff and looked like it could fit everything nicely, it was just 60 bucks so I wanted to make sure it was definitely the best one before actually buying it. The Elektra pop has shown up a few places, cheapest so far for $10, so I’ll keep looking at those since there are of course a ton of places with pops. We kept getting stopped by random men that wanted to talk to us because Jess was being a fucking furry (she got asked to take a picture with two people in full on fur suits and I was dying laughing while also taking a picture of it). By the time it was like 5:30 or so we were pretty much done with everything, so we ended up meeting up with some people and heading to one of the restaurants over by the parking garage, because if you eat at one of the restaurants there they’ll validate your parking so you don’t have to fork over like $15 just for parking. So we ended up going to the German restaurant, which is always a bit of an adventure lol. The first time my family went to DisneyWorld when I was like 12 our restaurant reservations got messed up for one of the days and the only other place we could get in was the German restaurant in Epcot, and all I remember is there menu being like, essentially like three different types of hot dogs, so whenever I think of German food now that’s what I think of, and how I somehow managed to not barf it all up when my brothers and I ran (literally) from Epcot over to Animal Kingdom to get to our fast pass for Expedition Everest, which we made with like 4 minutes left on it and then went on the crazy roller coaster where I was sure I was gonna puke it all up (our restaurant reservation was for like, 4:40, and the fast pass was between 6 and 7, so we thought we’d be fine, but the restaurant got super backed up and didn’t seat us till like 6:15, so we basically ate like half a meal and then ran from the middle of the Epcot circle of nations through the rest of the park, onto the tram and then all the way through Animal Kingdom to Expedition Everest, making it at 6:56). But we got some super cute pictures of my darling baby sister who was 3 at the time and like at peak cuteness dancing to the polka in the German restaurant so that was definitely worth it. ANYWAY. this restaurant seemed somewhat similar in that there was a polka band and everything but thankfully had a larger menu selection. Jess and I ended up splitting some potato pancakes (sorry Germans, they weren’t as good as latkes) and a jumbo pretzel because she doesn’t eat red meat and I’ve been getting Meat Fatigue™ (which we’re still pretending is a real thing okay). We had an interesting conversation going on around us as the guy sitting next to me was trying to say it was bs that people were making excuses for James Gunn in that situation when strongly condemning Trump for making obscene comments, except he was not explaining it well at all and it was totally being lost in translation for everybody else until I was like okay, this is what you mean and explained it and he was like “yes, exactly! I like her” to which I was like 😂😂😂 understanding what people are saying pretty much all the time and explaining things happen to be two random talents of mine that come in handy a lot. So the meal was pretty good, one of the ladies we were with graciously picked up the tab so we were very thankful to her for that. At that point we were pretty beat so we walked back to the parking garage (after getting our parking validated) and drove home. I got dropped off and we planned to pick me up at 10 am tomorrow. I fumbled in the dark with my keys for a few minutes because somehow all the outdoor lights and the lights in the hallway of my building have gone out and not been replaced (yes I could’ve turned my flashlight on on my phone but I was being stubborn and wanted to do it myself) but eventually got it figured out. NICKZANO was very happy to see me, though I told her she’s gonna have to get used to being alone more once I get a job (at some point, anyway). I think I may actually be allergic to cats though, because my legs where I’d been letting her sit on are like hella itchy, but it’s obviously not a major issue at all and I’ll just like, put pants or longer shorts on from now on and that won't be a problem. I showered and changed into my pajamas, then watched a few episodes of 30 Rock, keeping it nice and light. I’m in their 5th season now out of 7 (which is kinda funny because I’m also on the 5th season out of 7 on GoT right now) so sooner or later I’m gonna have to find something else for funny filler episodes when I just want funny tv. And yeah, I did that for a while and then finished getting ready for bed and here we be now. So yeah, lots of fun, hopefully tomorrow will as well, I will be debuting my Ava Sharpe cosplay (who I was never really planning to cosplay but ended up needing to do so for our photo op with Matt Ryan which is gonna be fucking hilarious, just wait) and seeing Matt Ryan so that will be fun. I’ll probably wait till Sunday when I’m doing my also new (and pulled together exclusively of stuff I already owned because business wear) Lois Lane cosplay to see Tom Welling and Michael Rosenbaum. I was considering doing a photo op with them, but their joint one was $150 which is a tad excessive, and like, Tom alone was still $90 and I wouldn't even know what to do in a single one with him because I’d rather like, have one with both of them so Tom and I could look like we were fighting Michael, but also Michael has hair now so he doesn't even really look like Lex Luthor anymore, so given all of those factors I decided meeting them and getting selfies with them in my cosplay would be good enough. Okay, that’s all I got, it’s 1 am and I’m waking up at 9:30 and I like sleeping so I’m going to go to bed now. Goodnight peeps. Have a lovely weekend.

[edourado]

Hungry

Oh, Kastle.

This is for my fiery red @theserpentgod​, who tagged me on this post by @nxtyourfirstrodeo  and requested a fic from this simple, but very interesting and suggestive gifset. Also inspired by this one, because I could not help myself. 

It is, also, a second attempt at the “skin hungry” prompt by @primarybufferpanel. I already delivered that one (here) but I’ve always felt like the “skin hungry” element was a little lacking. So this is me trying again. 

This is shorter than usual, since I wanted to deliver it quickly. But, for those of you who like longer, lenghtier smutty Kastle, don’t worry. Some of that is coming. 

This is immediatelly after the events of Never Had. You don’t HAVE to read it, but, you know. Couldn’t hurt ;-)

Much love ;*

She wakes up worried about him.

He insisted on sleeping on the couch, refusing even the possibility of her giving up her bed for him, even all injured and bruised as he was.

Before her alarm goes off, she sits up and smiles, inhaling the smell of fresh coffee.

Sure enough, he is standing there, moving around her kitchen with a familiarity she couldn’t claim to have herself - he knew where all her pots and pans and glasses and plates went. She, sometimes, got confused in the mess.

“Good morning”, she says, and it’s almost a question.

“Mornin’”, he replies, voice gruff and deep. Probably the first word he said after waking up. She picks up the mug he gives her, wondering how many people could claim the Punisher knows how they take their coffee.

“How did you sleep?”she asks after taking a sip, wondering where he had found not only a waffle maker, but the ingredients to make them.

“Good enough.”

Soon, he is putting two waffles in two plates and moving to the small table, motioning for her to join him with his head.

“Let me see”, she asks when they sit and he lets her touch his face, inspecting the wounds the grazing bullets left on his cheek last night. It’s red and angry. Karen sighs, remembering what it felt like to lie on the floor, Matt holding her, stopping her from going to him, probably saving her from getting herself killed.

“You’re not going out today, right?” she asks, dropping her hand, letting him eat, picking up her own fork.

Frank gives her a look. It’s not angry, but it’s definitely annoyed. He knows he has to stay put, at least until they manage to get an advantage. Liking it, though, it’s a different story.

“I can bring you something from the street”, she offers, eating the very good waffle he made her. “Do you want anything?”

Again, he fixes her with a look, but this one is different. It’s one of those, that make her blush and curl her toes. Even if she wants to look away - it’s too intense, that stare, he might as well be reading all of her thoughts - she holds it, even dares a tiny smile.

“Don’t know. Burger, maybe?”

She blinks and raises her brows.

“Junk food? That’s a first.”

“I dodged three bullets last night. Figure I earned it.”

“Indeed you have”, she says, smiling too much, tone it down, geez, she reprimands herself. “Burger it is. Fries?”

“With bacon.”

“Of course.”

“You got work today?” he asks after a few seconds of silence. She nods and is surprised when he makes a face. It’s only for a second, maybe even less than that, but he pouts. It’s gone in a flash when he takes another bite of his waffle. She is the one that stares this time, and she keeps staring until he motions to her mug.

“Drink your coffee.”

It’s strong and bitter, but he knows she takes it with one sugar, so there’s a faint sweetness to it.

Karen is reluctant to get up and go to work. She likes it when he’s here. She feels safe, and it’s early in the morning, so the city is not yet so loud, the light is golden through her curtains, the smell of coffee and the silence and the light and the stares make her want to stay. He makes her want to stay.

Alas, she has to go. It doesn’t take too long for her phone to start pinging, messages coming in, demanding her attention.

“Go”,  he says when she gets a call. “I’ll do the dishes.”

She’s talking to Trish on the phone, strategizing, coming up with meetings that were supposed to be about money laundering, but is actually about opening doors for the vigilantes in their lives.

His towel is hanging beside hers in the bathroom, the first aid kit (which stopped being “first aid” a long while ago) is on the sink. When she opens the cabinet, she sees the deodorant he forgot there once and now just lived here, along with shaving cream and her own products. His disposable toothbrush that was supposed to have been disposed already is sitting there next to her slightly fancier one.

The steam of her shower was still fogging up the bathroom, so there was no reasonable explanation for the chill that ran down her back at the sight of his shirt in the hamper. It was, she would have to admit, just the thought of having him here so regularly, occupying her space, making it look like…

Sighing, she smothers those thoughts, shaking her head, promising herself she would dwell on them once he was gone, even if she shouldn’t.

She was almost ready to go when Trish calls her again, asking for some files they had dug up weeks ago, that might have pertinent information.

“Yes, I got it here”, she answers, distracted for a moment with the work. “Tell me the numbers again.”

They are both excited about their new discovery - a technicality that would make Jessica’s and Matt’s work much easier, speeding the whole thing up.

“What are you gonna tell Ellison?” Trish is asking, but she’s distracted again.

Frank is standing in front of the kitchen sink, doing the dishes. It’s a simple enough image, except his shirt is very… Fitted. She can see the muscles of his back and shoulders, the defined lines of them before the fabric gets loose again around his waist. His pants are not so tight, but they rest low on his hips. He put the dish rag on his back pocket.

Karen swallows some extra saliva that suddenly pooled in her mouth and shakes her head, to try and remove that image. She does not need to be thinking about that the entire day.

“Ok, I’m out”, she announces and he looks behind him while she walks to the door, purse on her shoulder, briefcase full of files on her hand.

“You be careful”, he says in that voice of his and she would pray for him to stop sounding like that, except she likes it too much.

With a smile his way, she goes, gets out of that apartment because, honestly, she needs some air.

She is wondering how is she going to survive having him for a roommate without melting into a pile of wanton bones when Trish arrives for their meeting.

“So”, she asks after everything is dealt with and they stop for coffee on their way back to their own offices. “How’s… Francis?”

With a sigh, Karen thinks about lying. Saying it’s fine, it’s going good, telling her about his health and how he’s doing after being shot at.

But, in all honesty, she is tired of this. She can’t talk to Matt about stuff like that - God, she can’t even imagine that -, nor to Foggy, poor thing has enough on his plate dealing with his best friend being Daredevil, she doesn’t think he could handle her feelings for the Punisher.

She needs someone. A friend, someone that understands her and won’t judge the crazy things going through her mind, her heart and her body.

She figures Trish fits that description perfectly.

“He’s… Present.”

Trish squints.

“Like…”

“Yeah”. They both take a sip of their coffees. “He occupies to whole place. Even when he’s not there, does that make sense?”

“Oh yeah.”

“And I swear, I’m about to… I don’t know, I might be going crazy.”

“Listen. I’m not very familiar with him, only met the guy twice. But hey. I get you. I really do.”

Karen is feeling a bit better when she gets home again, holding a bag with his burger and fries. Talking to Trish really was the best decision. They laughed and they speculated and imagined and wondered.

Closing and locking the door behind her, she looks around for him. When she doesn’t find him, she moves to place her things on the coffee table.

He was in the bathroom, and Karen finds herself mute at the sight of him again.

The door was cracked open, she imagined to let the steam of the shower out. He was standing shirtless in front of the mirror, hands on the sink, the muscles of his arms bare and evident.

She’s just done mentally shaking herself again, to try and clear up her mind, when he looks her way and their eyes meet.

His body is what caught her attention. His eyes were the ones that caught hers. But it’s the big bruise on his chest that makes her gasp.

Before she can even think about it, she’s there, pushing the bathroom door open and he’s telling her it could be worse. Her face must betray her concern.

“Was this from that gun you told me about?”

“Probably”, he says, looking at his reflection in the mirror, and Karen leans against the counter, not able to take her eyes from the big purple bruise, sickly looking, a little under and to the right of his heart.

“I saw when it hit you”, she says while he runs a big wad of cotton over it, cleaning the scrapes left behind by his vest. “And then the ones on your face, I thought-”

She interrupts herself, not wishing to dwell on what she felt when she saw him fall, unconscious.

“I’m glad Red held you back”, he says, cringing when the antiseptic stings him.

“Yeah”, she agrees, taking the cotton from his hand, taking over in cleaning the scratches. “Me too.”

He winces when she presses a little harder than he had been, his hand closing around the edge of the counter.

“Sorry, sorry.”

She is focused on not hurting him, but being thorough, so she doesn’t immediately notice him watching her. When she raises her eyes and lets them wander around him, looking for more things to fix, she sees it.

And then she notices he’s really close. Really close. She is standing on the space between him and the sink, where she leans, and he is close enough that she sees his pupils dilate and contract.

Karen holds his gaze again, for a moment longer, and then looks down to prepare another wad of cotton to clean the wounds on his face.

He shuts his eyes tight when she touches the embedded cotton on his face and it’s like she can feel it herself. Holding her breath, she keeps it there, but leans closer to him, placing a kiss on his other cheek, free hand on his neck, trying to soothe.

It’s just meant to soothe, both of them. His bruises and her memory, to comfort both of them, and she meant to stay only a second, but the hand that gripped the counter raises and lands on her back, keeping her where she is.

She can’t see what she’s doing like that. She needs to lean back and look to know where to clean, where to press, where to be gentler. But he doesn’t let go of her. So she doesn’t move from there. She can feel his breath on her shoulder, and that shiver is back, running up and down her body when he closes his hand around the fabric of her blouse, face moving to the left towards hers and his lips land on her neck.

Her own eyes fall closed when he drags them a little, almost as if getting himself acquainted with that part of her, before his hand, still balled in a fist and holding her blouse on her back, presses her closer to him and he lifts his face until he has his mouth right on that spot under her ear, on her jaw, and she’s breathing heavily, right hand gripping his shoulder while the right one lets go of the cotton to sneak to the back of his head, slipping down his back when he lifts his head to catch her mouth with his.

There is a monster inside her stomach that threatens to consume her when he touches his tongue to hers, letting out some sort of growl that has her toes curling all over again.

He is fully pressed against her, now, both arms around her, pulling her blouse from inside her skirt, kissing her dizzy, and she’s trying to hold on to him, sighing to the ceiling when he lets go of her mouth in favor of her neck again, this time sucking on skin, pulling it through his teeth and she doesn’t care in the least that that is definitely gonna leave a mark. Let him do it, as many as he wants, she doesn’t care, she wants all of them.

Suddenly, he’s pulling back to pull her blouse over her head and she gets a glimpse of his face - serious as ever, with a hint of desperation that made that monster inside her purr with pride and possession.

Frank throws the article behind him without a thought and moved back in, his hands on her face, one thumb pulling on her lower lip, the other swiping over one of her eyes before he slides them up, weaving in her hair, pulling a bit to make her offer her neck to him and she grips his biceps when his mouth meets her skin again, lips and teeth and tongue. She loves it, maybe she loves it too much, letting go of his arms to support her hands on the sink, head tumbling back for him, one of his hands still on her hair while the other slides down her back.

He’s kissing her again, charged, full of that thing he has been hinting with his stares, with that way he looked at her lately.

It’s also full of something she never felt before in a kiss. His mouth and his tongue and his hands, he touches and kisses her like she’s water and he’s parched.

Like he’s hungry.    

She feels like she’s his already. Feels like he’s hers, the sounds he makes might as well be his surrendering.

Karen lifts her left hand to hold him by his shoulder when he finds the zipper of her skirt on her back. Her right hands runs the length of his arm, from his wrist to his shoulder and then down his back, those muscles she was admiring that morning taut and solid under her palm.

He lowers the zipper on her skirt and nips on she lobe of her ear. She yelps, surprised, when he lifts her skirt and pulls it over her head too, instead of lowering it down her legs like she expected. Maybe the laughter she lets out is a little nervous, since this is really happening, she really is standing here in her bathroom with him, just in her underwear.

It’s worth it, because he smiles too, throwing it back like he did with her top, such an open smile, and silences her laughter with another kiss, sneaking his arms around her, and hers are around him, she’s careful not to touch the wounds on his face, trying to commit the feel of him to memory, his solid body against hers, how small she feels inside his arms, that monster inside her purring at his kisses, at his hands, the way he grips her bottom before lifting her.

She’s sure he’s going to sit her on the counter, she’s fine with it, whatever he wants, she can’t think of anything she would deny him right now. She lets go of him with her left hand to support her weight on the cold counter, but once he has a hold of her, hands on her thighs and her right arm around his shoulder, he turns around and presses her against the door.

Only he doesn’t want the door. With his tongue sliding around hers, he takes a step back, bangs the door shut and then another step forward, pressing her to the wall. The tiles are cold against her skin, and she glides because of the steam of his shower, still making the bathroom warmer than it should be in the early days of fall.

And then he slows down. She can feel all of him, her skin is vibrating because of it, it’s her turn to press his skin between her teeth, and he sighs in her ear, one big hand exploring her leg while the other remains tight and still on her thigh, making sure she doesn’t budge from the spot he has her.

She can feel his hesitation in the way his hand finally leaves it’s spot and rises to her head, caressing her hair. It’s full of care, it’s tender and it’s wondering.

She doesn’t want him to wonder, not right now, she needs him to be sure, as sure as she is, so Karen makes him look at her, catches his eyes for a moment, trying to tell him, trying to make him see.

Her lips on his are soft at first, because she understands, she really does, what this might mean for him, so she is willing to slow down a bit, just to make sure.

Frank seems to understand it, because the hand on her hair is no longer soft. He’s pressing her mouth to his again, opening his up and sliding his tongue against hers one more time, sensually again, hungry again, moaning again.

Just to make sure, she redirects the hand on her waist to her back, leaning off the wall, relying on him for balance, placing his fingers on the hook of her bra and he is quick to respond, unhooking it in a second, pulling the thing off her, mouth lower again, hand pressing so good, and her eyes are closed, enjoying it while her own hand slides from his back, stopping on his neck for a second, around and down his chest, careful around his wound, landing on the waist of his pants, undoing them, wincing when he bites on a big chunk of her skin as she grips him, that growling making her feel powerful, mellow and pliable, putty in his hands.

Her moan echoes on the tiles of her tiny bathroom when he sinks into her after tugging and pulling on her underwear, probably ruining it, and she bites her lip to keep them in, because she doesn’t trust the walls, doesn’t trust her neighbors, doesn’t trust herself.

He moves deliciously, amazingly, just right, perfect, and Karen tightens her legs around him, nails sinking on his shoulder and fingers gripping his hair, half aware of his breath against her ear, lips on flesh, tongue coming out to taste the salt of her skin, hips thrusting so good.

She hears his name leave her lips, and he hums his response, both hands exploring now, touching what they can of her breasts, since they’re tightly pressed against his chest, lowering and gripping her legs, adjusting them like this and that, left hand finding her right one, fingers intertwining, and he moves both his arm and hers behind her back, making her arch against him, she wants to cry at how good it feels, and it comes out strangled, because she’s still biting on her own lower lip, but his thumb is there to pull it free, and she finds herself wrapping her tongue around his finger, sucking it inside her mouth when he touches her lips, and his teeth are pressing again, there at the base of her neck, biting and sucking, moving within her so good, so good she thinks she might fly right out of her body.

When he licks a path from one side of her neck to the other, she lets her head fall against the wall, right hand still tight around his on her back, the left one in his hair.

While he moves, his mouth makes it’s way up her neck, and she moves to kiss him again, she can’t get enough of kissing him.

He has his lips on her cheek when she opens her eyes and sees their reflection in the mirror above the sink. Her legs are tight around him, the muscles on his back are taut and shifting while he moves.

The vision of Frank pressing her against the wall like that is not something she’s gonna forget so soon, and she keeps watching, watching as he moves, as he plants his mouth wherever he can reach, left arm around her while his right one holds her under her knee, the hold almost a leverage for his thrusts, long and measured and hard, her throat is dry, she reaches a hand to hold him, the reflection of her fingers on his back and her legs around his waist and his grunts in her ear making her want more it it, more of it all, his chest against her, his skin is hot, feverish, she slides against him, both of them sweating, she needs more, more, more, more of him, she can’t get enough.

Karen stretches the leg he’s not holding, and it’s a small bathroom. Her right foot finds leverage on the sink, and she pushes against it, creating some resistance against him.

Frank lets go of her hand behind her back to pull on the roots of her hair again, speeding up, sending electrical shocks through her. Next, he lets go of her leg, but she keeps it there, and hugs her waist, pressing her to him further, she can barely move, he has her arched and twisted against him, but she loves it, closes her eyes again, arms around him, nails on his skin because she’s about to explode, she needs to hold on to something, God, please don’t let him stop, don’t ever let him stop.

She’s barely aware of her cries bouncing off the walls when she sees white and her body goes limp against him. Frank is kissing her when he steps back, carrying her away from the wall.

Next thing she knows, she’s lying on her bed, his hands are all over her, so is his mouth, soothing, kissing, caressing, nipping, pressing and licking, she’s shivering. But then his mouth is on hers again, he’s bending her leg, he’s on top of her, fuck, there he is, again, slower, she’s sensitive, but he’s so warm, it’s so good.

“Again”, he says in her ear, and she doesn’t even know what he means, but her body does, apparently, because she’s vibrating again, hands tight on whatever part she can find of him, responding to that hand he sneaked between them, how does he know to do that?

“Open your eyes”, he says, locking her leg around his hip and she does, sees him there above her, looks straight in his eyes, and he is inspecting her face, moving, moving, faster now, there’s a drop of sweat running from his brow down the side of his face and she reaches to pick it up.

Frank closes his own eyes and leans into her touch, removing his hand from between them and she whines, because she misses it immediately, but he’s speeding up, his thrusts are harder and he kisses her silent.

“One more time for me, c’mon”.

She opens her mouth to his kiss and he picks her hands up, pressing so hard she can’t even close her fingers around his, and pins them over her head on the mattress. Karen is about to ask him to let her touch him when he lets go, preferring to run his own hands around her body, and she holds him, bringing his mouth back to hers while he pushes her over that precipice again.

His head is resting on her chest and her fingers are roaming around his back, both of their breathing back under control, but their bodies still warm and slick with sweat, when she remembers his dinner.

“I got that burger for you”, she offers, realizing she’s thirsty, her throat is dry, and he shakes with quiet laughter, placing a kiss on her collarbone and turning them until they’re lying on their sides, and the look on his face is so self satisfied she almost laughs.

“I’ll order another one”, he says, nose bumping against hers sweetly. “I’m starving.”

He gets up to do just that, pressing kisses on her before going, and she walks towards the bathroom to take a shower.

Her reflection shows her all the spots he pressed and kissed and sucked and bit, and she can’t help but feel good at the sight, as shocking as it is.

She is rinsing shampoo from her hair when he walks in, and they kiss under the warm spray of the shower.

Karen falls asleep against his chest, tired and sore and so satisfied it should be illegal. Well, he’s the Punisher. It is a little illegal.

[showingthroughtome]

8: june 27th

“No.” She disagrees sternly, brow furrowed while suggesting, “Just, next time not in a place where my dad can see. You know if he catches us, he wont stop making jokes about it for the rest of our lives.”

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“You need to be quieter.” Harry whispers loudly in the dark at Jessica from across her freshly cut backyard, standing under the tree they made a log swing with three summers ago. It still hangs there as Harry suggests, “They won’t fly away so quickly if they can’t hear you from five feet away.”

“They are lightning bugs, Harry. I don’t think they rely on that sense as much as you think. It’s all about the agility.” Jessica smiles, speaking at a quieter volume just in case Harry is onto something. A tiny light that flashes in the corner of her eye causes her to attempt a capture but the loud slapping of her hands together results in nothing. So maybe she isn’t the quietest hunter, at least she isn’t  terribly uncoordinated like a certain someone else.

Harry ignores her jab and chooses to focus only on his advice, reaching for a lightning bug in complete silence but his hands flail about, aiming horribly, coming up just as empty.

“Not so good, are you Styles?” Jess laughs. She moves to an area deeper into the back of her yard where she thinks she sees more flashes. As she waits, her eyes vigilantly search through the darkness. The only light coming from her back porch is bright enough to allow her to see bigger things but tiny black bugs are practically invisible - which ironically is what makes the lightning bugs look so cool to look at.

At this point, she can’t even pay attention to Harry. She lets her focus drift from everything except catching one of the bugs before him. It takes a few minutes of this intensity, and finally, she swings an arm to where she sees the quickest of flickers and closes it into her hand. She cups her other hand around it to give it more space to breathe, peeking in to see the tiny bug sitting on her skin.

“I got one!” She beams in victory, searching around the lawn for him. He’s sitting on the tree swing, glowing kind of orange from the old bulb in her porch light. “What are you doing?”

“Swingin’.” He says with too much nonchalance, and pumps his feet to move faster than he had been before she caught him.

She shrugs, because if he wants to play around while in a serious competition then that’s on him. “You said the first person to catch a lightning bug gets treated to dinner by the other person from wherever they wanted.”

She holds up her hands, keeping them sealed so the bug won’t get out before she shows him. The bug flashes through the cracks of her fingers and she prepares to gloat, thinking of what she’ll order from her favorite mexican restaurant.

“Yeah, I know that.” Harry moves his hand from his lap to show an open palm, a black bug circling it without flying away. Jessica’s jaw drops as she parts her hand and immediately, her bug is back in the air.

She rushes to stand in front of Harry and reaches for his hand when he slows his swinging enough. “What the fuck?”

Bringing his palm closer for examination, the bug flickers, moving around his thumb to the top of his hand. Jess follows and flips Harry’s hand over into the palm of hers.

“It landed on me just a minute before you caught yours.” He squeezes her hand. He raises his eyebrows, “Told you that you were too loud.”

Jessica pulls her hand away because she hadn’t intended on holding onto Harry’s and snorts. “Whatever. I actually caught mine. I still think I win.”

“I caught him… luring him in with my graceful nature.” He smiles at her, wide and beautiful. Innocently impressed with himself and the fact that he won. It is all very cute really - how he is charming enough to have elusive bugs cling to his skin.

Jessica examines his face as he peers at her like that - to lock it away in her memory - then groans, “As if.”

Jess turns around and walks away from Harry, aggravated. It’s just that, she never wins when it comes to him. Every game they play, every bet they make, Harry wins. Even when she tries so much harder than him. Something about the universe just works in his favor and she’s thinking maybe that same force is what’s making him seem so undeniable to her right then.

He is right behind her as she heads for the picnic table sat under the other large tree in her backyard. “Don’t be mad, Jess. You know you like burgers from Five Guys too.”

“Not as much as La Rosita’s black bean burritos.” She huffs and sits on the wooden table top, arms flopping down and head hung low, avoiding eye contact. She traces the lines of her dirty white converse over and over again to keep herself preoccupied.

“I’ll teach you my charm so maybe next time you can win and I can buy you one of those.” The words come out surprisingly sweet as he lightly nudges her knee with his knuckles. “All kinds of things will be flocking to you - butterflies and all that.”

Her frustration only grows the more his words endear her heart. She’s in a constant battle for rule over her dominating emotional state. She leans back, facing him, examining him one more time because she just has to. And yeah, she feels frustration as she exhales, “You’re the most annoying boy I have ever known.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. You’re just…” Jessica stops to think of the right word, fixating on his bottom lip as he smirks. Her gaze shifts up to his nose, and then his eyes, “Frustrati-”

Harry swoops this time, into her, out of nowhere. His lips are on hers before she can finish her sentence, as her eyes widen in surprise for a moment before they drift shut.

Their second kiss happens in a completely different way than their first. The second kiss doesn’t happen in the basement as the climactic high point of minutes upon minutes of edging closer until their lips meet. It happens in the dark in Jessica’s backyard against the picnic table her family hosts barbecues on.

She’s leaning forward once she can react to the feeling, her body pressed up against his as she parts her lips and his hands circle her waist. Harry deepens the kiss with his tongue, taking his time while Jessica cautiously moves a hand up his torso to where his neck meets his jaw. They may be moving slow, but their hearts are both pounding at their chests with excitement.

Whatever friendly boundary there is around them, they have definitely crossed it. Especially when Jessica releases a humming sound on accident that prompts Harry to tighten his grasp on her, bringing her that much closer. The pace picks up and he pushes her back so he is the one leaning over her, and what was once one kiss turns into bursts of little hungry ones. His hand roams up the back of her spaghetti strap tank top and her knees part so he can move in closer, making her world blur in and out with the taste of him.

But, reality snaps back too clear and she recalls where they are. Where her parent are - in the living room, watching the new Matt Damon film.

Pushing him back quickly, she hops off the table to peer through her kitchen window. Just because she doesn’t see anyone doesn’t mean no one saw them. If someone did, neither Jessica nor Harry would hear the end of it - about how they knew it all along… whatever it is.

“Why did you do that?” She twists around, hand on her hip as her heart still races.

Harry looks even more out of sorts than her - red, puffy, just-been-kissed lips, dilated pupils, heavy breathing. He shakes his head, running his hand nervously over the back of his neck. “I don’t know. I thought you’d want to.”

“And because you wanted to?” Jess wants to clarify things this time, so that when she wants to kiss him again, she won’t have to wonder for weeks and weeks whether she should or not. She inhales deeper and steps closer, smiling shyly as Harry hesitates to answer.

“Yeah.” He finally nods, exhaling the air that seems to be filling her lungs. “Sorry if you didn’t want to and I misinterpreted things.”

“No.” She disagrees sternly, brow furrowed while suggesting, “Just, next time not in a place where my dad can see. You know if he catches us, he wont stop making jokes about it for the rest of our lives.”

authors note:

hiya! its been a while but ive been pretty busy and im back at the ol campus. so for the next three months ill be doing a lot of school with some writing on the side. but have no fear lol i have some chapters written so when i have time, ill be updating! 

please please let me know whatcha think! id love to hear after this chapter! its a big one huh???? that kiss has been brewing and we heard what happened in the basement which i think was obvious but you know you know, we have answers now :) 

thanks to @what-comes-from-within for being such a real one and editing this for me !!!! youre the best :)

okay! im off to do school ish things!

- lauren xxxx