#obsessionsarenotforheroes

[buchananbarnes1991]

Lying For What? || Kilgrave

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Cyron heard his boyfriend messing with Viper’s tank again while he was laying in their bed. It was the fourth time this month he heard the familiar noise of Killian slipping out of bed and walking over to the desk. The slipping noise of the hard plastic mesh cover being taken down and one of the heat lamps being turned off. He rolled over, silently watching his boyfriend. Grinning to himself as he saw Killian carrying the lizard that he claimed he didn’t care about out of the room. 

Silently climbing out of bed, and wandering out of their room. He had to cup a hand over his mouth to quiet the snicker that tried escaping his lips. The glorious sight of catching his boyfriend curled up on the couch, watching a drama film with Viper snuggled up on his chest. 

He walks up behind the couch, leaning over to gently press a kiss to Killian’s temple. “You’re a really bad liar. But, I’ll let it slide because this is cute.” Whispering in a half awake pitch. 

[pi-jessicajones]

a.k.a two years later

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The best part of travelling with Kilgrave was the ability to experience many different things that before they had met, she hadn’t been able to afford herself before. The beauty of Greece. The graceful France countryside. Arguing in the marketplace of Turkey. It was amazing. New York was long forgotten. And she had actually forgotten why she had come to him. She loved it with him.

It didn’t take much but she had managed to convince him to move from place to place before the weather in the countries they were visiting became bad and miserable. That way they were always seeing the best of their places. Of course there had been a few places they had chosen to gone too during their rainy time because that was the best time to go. All in all, Jessica couldn’t believe how lucky she was. 

Jessica had quickly learned how to adapt to her role. Even without his control or orders. She had proven to him that she was a fast learner and he loved that about her. The only thing he hadn’t been able to change about her was her leather jacket. Honestly, a part of her wondered if he even wanted too anymore. She didn’t wear it as often and it was only during the evening when the air changed and became chilly. 

Travelling included - new experiences, eating, shopping and she would drag Kilgrave out to places when she knew there was something that would draw him in. Gems. Gold. Finery. Great food or wine. Otherwise she mostly explored with Hank. That had also taken some doing to get him to agree. She had to take Hank, non-negotiable and Hank had to keep in contact with Kilgrave every two hours to ensure that everything was alright on both ends. She had agreed. 

Having just left Fiji, the heat had been getting to him and besides Jessica had planned the next part of their trip. They entered a gorgeous place within New Zealand. In one of the warmer places but still cooler than Fiji. They had beautiful jade jewels here and she had learned that they could contact someone here about Australian Opals. Figuring if he didn’t like the Fiji heat, he would absolutely abhor the heat in South Australia. 

Jessica took her giant sunglasses off as she entered the cool aired room and sighed happily. “You continue to surprise me with your ability to find places like these, Kilgrave.” She said and turned to smile at him. Taking her shoes off and taking the opportunity to walk around the new room. “I’ve made contact with gem dealers for you so you can enjoy the conversation about the native gems. This guy even has ties in Australia. It too hot to go there but I thought you would like to know about their famous stones too.” She informed him. New Zealand had been her planned part of the trip. She also had planned ahead for where they would go next. Japan. She was showing him what she had learned.

[honorarystripes]

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“If you’re looking for trouble, I ain’t where you go to find it.”

[vyrulent]

starter call || @obsessionsarenotforheroes​

Heart ached for home, his home in Baltimore where the winters were cold, but not so frigid as those in new stomping grounds. Memories of hs sleek, almost sterile house, tainted by the blood of those unlucky FBI agents, had ruined his house for him, yet it did not take away the homesickness of it. He missed his hospital -- his office especially. More than his house, his hospital had been more his home.

Yet that fear he had felt in Baltimore rushed back at him at the sight of an unbidden guest. Leaning forward in his seat, instinctively placing his stomach out of harm’s way. 

“I wasn’t aware of an appointment this late...” 

[gvnpcwdr]

FINGERS DANCE ACROSS PAGES IN THE THICK FILE beneath her , short auburn hair pulled back into a messy pony tail . the graven images of girls flayed , decomposition setting in & the damage from natural water present . all the while , the words of hannibal ' the cannibal ' lecter playing back in her head . of course , she had meant to heed crawford's warning , but lecter had gotten inside her head , taken roost , made himself at home there . or rather , she allowed him to do so .

things go on around her , but she cannot be bothered with them . in the boy's club , this opportunity would be a chance at advancement . starling was rather ambitious , driven to make her dearly departed dad proud . but , now there was more to it . catherine martin's life was on the line , the clock was ticking . ocean eyes drift upward , focus breaking from the grotesque imagery beneath her . a presence alerts her , & a slight inclination of her head . her brow twitches questioningly . " . . . er , uh , sorry , sir . " nervous hand moves to scratch her ear . " am i in your way ? " the question rings out , apparent the suppression of her wretched west virginia accent .

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[faedevereux]

So I was going on a rant about Pokémon and stuffs at supper, because I've been building up a wealth of knowledge on the subject since I was like seven years old (I'm twenty right now)... Needless to say it's one of my many hyperfixations... Anyway, I'm in the middle of my oh so heartfelt and passionate monologue, my younger sisters are captivated by my passion for a subject that may be worthless. In walks father and interrupts me with a:

Do you hear how you sound right now. (it wasn't a question, or I don't think it was)

I reply saying that it's something that I'm interested in

And lo and behold he asks why I can't talk about religion or something beneficial, the same way I talk about avengers and Pokémon.

(mind you, I hardly talk about either of those subjects, because I'm always worried that this is the reaction I'll get)

What the actual fuck am I supposed to say to that???

"I dunno dad, maybe because you forced religion down our throats, to the point where we began to become disinterested??? Maybe cause everytime I was curious about something in religion and asked a question, your reply was 'to believe' or 'it just is'???" what the fuck did you expect to happen?

Anyway, once dad asked that question and went on with his lecture, the whole atmosphere changed. Everyone was quiet and uncomfortable.

... I don't really know what else to say so...

Sorry for the rant.

[titanlights-moved]

cont. from X w/ @obsessionsarenotforheroes​

Nova’s naturally cold, so when the water hits her it chills her to the bone. She curls in on herself and tries to keep her face from being hit, even if it means the bed gets soaked. Cale’s act proves her point. No human could justify doing this to another living creature. Her instinct is to scream, to throw a fit. But she can’t listen to her instinct here, can she? 

Shivering, she has to catch her breath before answering him. “I’m sorry.” Despite the want to snap it at him she keeps her voice level. Anything to keep him from punishing her further. Her imagination tends to overreact and stretch out nightmares of torture. Except here everything has a chance of happening to her. “I’m sorry for talking back at you and being disrespectful.”

[dirtylimerick]

"I read it is your birthday today, Sean." Cale sat down next to the boy near the breakfast table. He placed a very small blueberry muffin in front of him, which looked like it may have been a couple of days old. "So this is your birthday gift. Also don't expect me to be more lenient on you, just because you were born today. If anything, I will judge you even more severely. So no missteps. Understood?"

          It was hardly a kindness, but where a firm hand and a stinging whip were as common as “hello”, any morsel of softness was devoured like a man starved. Sean’s stomach growled. 

          “May 4th,” he murmured, more to himself than to Cale. God, had it been that long already? Approximately five months trapped in this cabin. He wondered not for the first time how long police searched for missing persons before giving up. The PPB hadn’t been any help in finding Iron Girl; they hadn’t even wanted to begin. 

          Sean’s fingers twitched toward the treat, but he waited, Cale’s threat heavy on his mind. Only when the horse trainer gave his signal did Sean eat. He groaned. The muffin was dry, but the berries still held some natural sweetness and after weeks of bland oatmeals and soups, it tasted nothing short of heaven.

           “I understand.”

[benevolentgodloki]

There had been too many of them. It didn’t matter how many years of centuries of combat training you had if you were rendered mortal and powerless and set upon by those out for your blood.

He had done his best to stay under the radar but without the ability to change his face it was only a matter of time before Earth’s authorities got wind of him. Then it was agent after agent, swarms of them. Some wanted him contained, others desired him examined; dissected; tortured. Some simply wanted to outright murder him for the events he had brought upon their world.

Today his luck ran out. Pursued through the dark streets, beaten, shot at, Loki backed against a wall as the wolves circled in. They aimed guns. Any moment one might put a bullet in his skull and end his life on this sorry primitive planet.

“Didn’t even send an Avenger,” he spat. “I’m insulted.”

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[buchananbarnes1991]

Soap Voice Mail || Kilgrave

continued from X @obsessionsarenotforheroes​

Cyron had just gotten off a flight and barely got service to his phone. Seeing a missed call from his boyfriend, getting his suitcase while listening to the voice mail. Frowning as he heard the news. “Well, at least Michelle is alive and hopefully stable..I just hope she doesn’t threaten to sue. I doubt she’ll come back.” Mumbling to himself while he left the airport. Getting a taxi to come pick him up. 

[Text: K Babes] I just got out of the airport. 

[Text: K Babes] Thank you for not letting Michelle suffer. What’s the cover up story?

[Text: K Babes] You don’t look bad in pink.

[Text: K Babes] Yes. We can hire a temp maid, but I want them to meet our house care credentials. I paid Michelle a large salary because of how well she did her job for us.  

[blessedxsilence]

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Clarice didn’t know why she was nervous. She had nothing to fear from Jessica. In fact, this place was probably the safest in New York for her. Still, she was shaking as she knocked on the door. It had been months since she had been here last, working with Jessica to take down an organ trafficking ring that had been terrorizing the city for more than two decades and spanned more than half the country. Sure, they had grown...close, but Clarice didn’t have any expectations of what was waiting for her. She was just on vacation and stopping to see a friend. That’s what she kept telling herself, anyway.

[araedi]

[Starter for @obsessionsarenotforheroes ]

As far as nights in ever-chaotic New York could go, it was a relatively peaceful one at least. Not that Thor held much manner for comparison, busy side alleys and late-night stores always teetering just on the edge of overwhelming. Asgard, for all its scope and grandeur, did not ascribe to the same sense of round-the-clock activity. At most there were late-night revels in the mead halls or small groups on night-time walks, but by and large the city itself was quiet once the moon had risen.

New York’s energy still proved something of a novelty even after all of these years and Thor could no longer resist the call. The last few days had been mercifully absent of any serious activity and his restless soul had ached for distraction. At last freed of any duties to the Avengers for a day or two he had taken himself off into the city to explore it, for once, without a guide. His friends were always eager to show him the best of the city but tonight he was keen to walk his own path.

Between neon-lit signs, the fresh fragrance of coffee and the cool night air Thor was more than delighted to live his role as something of an intergalactic tourist. There was a wealth to see and do in such a small space – and although his ego was sizeable his time as a mortal had tempered it enough that he was comfortable with his own ignorance. This time, he was here to learn.

With no set destination in mind the æsir had taken a meandering stroll through boroughs and districts, distance little issue for a man of Asgard. He spent a pleasant evening eating and drinking and chatting amiably with the fascinating Midgardians who made up the city, and although Midgardian liquor held little effect on his disposition it was still enough to dull some sense. By the time he had realised he’d wandered into quieter areas it was beyond his caring. The night was still young and there was always likely to be something happening. He had heard of music venues and comedy clubs – perhaps with more investigation he could find one of these nearby.

The opportunity never arose. In passing one unremarkable bar (Thor was, much like a moth, currently drawn to the flashier establishments), there came the unmistakable crunch of shattering glass. A moment later and there was a body at his feet.

Right.

Peace had been nice while it lasted but Thor was never one able to leave a confrontation – whether that be to come to aid or simply let off steam. His curiosity was suitably piqued, but his ire had not been roused enough that he was tempted to bull straight in without some context. Instead he deigned to head inside as though nothing had spilled out onto the street, pushing open the door with little hesitation. No sooner had he done so, a glass shattered against his arm.

“Is this a bad time?”

[selfmademechanic]

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It was another big Stark expo. Another chance to show off the eclectic skills that he had invested in a wrist watch. He stepped onto the stage like he commanded it. Bowing, kissing the crowd, he was showing off and it was obvious that he loved the limelight. It was where he thrived.

In a pinstripe suit and tie, he took to the microphone as the girls danced in the background. 

“While I know you’re only here to see the girls, I confess I have something to show you. A new AI with the vast expanse of control and fits neatly right on the wrist.”

[vyrulent]

@obsessionsarenotforheroes​ sent ✖  from here || lady & the tramp

She exuded aristocracy. Lucy Westenra had lived a life of ease in London, yet her trip to America had brought her to a new world...which she found herself to be completely lost in. 

Coat held tight around her slender frame as she moved through the mostly empty, dark streets before she found herself upon a more populated street. Seeing someone that also exuded wealth -- if his clothing told her anything -- Lucy felt comfortable approaching him. All she had to steal upon her were the pearl earrings and, while she hadn’t liked to judge people based on appearance, it was in the current moment that she thought it best to judge. 

“Excuse me,” she asked, hoping that she was no bother to  the other. The smell of americanized Italian food assaulted her senses. English roots laced through her words as she continued forward, “I think I’m a little lost. Do you think you could help me find my way home?”

[writinghannibal]

@obsessionsarenotforheroes​ sent: ✢ - We used to RP, but now we don’t, and I’m not sure if I can approach you for something new. (my dumb brain is basically like Is our old stuff still going and if not, now what?

Tbh, I’m trying to figure out what I’m doing myself. I was going to clean slate everything because I thought the thread tracker was gone and I depended on that thing. Now I found out it is still around and working, so I can absolutely keep using it. I got a bit burned out on therapy threads and kind of want to curate them a little more closely and do some other things with Hannibal. I was ONLY doing therapy threads on her for awhile and slowly migrated more and more to Discord because I got to actually do other things with him there.

I’m also on here in spurts right now because I’m having a lot of health/mental health issues. I’m intending to get on the thread tracker and figure out wtf I’m actually doing SOON.

[storieswrittcnarch]

@obsessionsarenotforheroes​ sent ☾ (Jess for Matthew)

send a ☾ and i will generate a number for what my muse says to yours.

Status: ACCEPTING

❝ you should just be yourself. right now, you’re someone else. ❞ Or rather, is she somewhere else? Jessica doesn’t seem herself right now and while he can’t say he knows her like he knows Foggy, something is up - he’s far more perceptive than most, after all. “Do you want to talk about it?”