#please don’t look into any daredevil posts too closely

[under-a-shady-ash-tree]

DC crossover with Daredevil and The Punisher where Frank refuses to stop calling Matt “Red” despite the fact that Red Hood and Red Robin are right there and everyone is very confused

[mattmurdocksscars]

Late Night Healing Sessions

A/N: Installment two of the Chaos Trio aka the continuation to Friends?! This chapter is kind of Frank-centric so hope yall enjoy! Sorry this took so long to get done, my muse has been dead for some time now.

Warnings: Wound tending, cursing, it’s pretty tame.

Pairing: Eventual Matt x Reader x Frank

"Red."

"Castle."

"I ain't been shooting anyone lately so what brings you here?" Frank looked Matt over and raised a brow. He was posted up on a rooftop, just watching and listening. Matt had popped up next to him though and if Frank didn't know any better, he'd say Matt was nervous.

"Can I ask you something?" Now Frank definitely knew something was strange but, figuring it was probably something vigilante related, he shrugged and nodded.

"How did you know Maria was it for you?" Frank choked and Matt had the decency to look sheepish even with his mask still on.

"You comin to me for love advice, Red?" Matt sighed and tugged his helmet off, running a hand through his hair. 

"No. Maybe." Matt growled. "I don't know, okay?"

"Is this about your friend from a couple weeks ago." Matt's sudden silence and the way he froze told Frank everything. "I don't know why you haven't gone for it. Even you, a blind man, should be able to see that she cares about you."

"Just because she cares about me, doesn't necessarily mean she wants more. I mean, she doesn't even really know who I am."

"And whose fault is that?" Matt grit his teeth. "Yeah, exactly. You closed the door, not her. From what I saw, she'd be very interested in taking things further. And you clearly are too, if the way you put her in bed says anything."

Matt huffed and started pacing.

"But what if I put her in danger?"

"Sounded like she could take care of herself. And if the way she stood up to me says anything, she definitely ain't afraid of much."

"That's what I'm afraid of. I'm half convinced she'd follow me every night but there seems like there's something holding her back. I can't place it, but there's more to her."

"And there's more to you. Maybe if you let her see that side of you, she'll show you her secrets too."

"All of this doesn't negate the fact that I don't want her in danger because of me."

"Look. I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you this. Life is a bitch. It'll take everything from you in the blink of an eye. But I wouldn't still be here today if it weren't for the memories of the good times I carry with me. Maria, she might not have approved of what I'm doing but she would have understood it. She was there through all the tours and the night terrors and the bad days. I wouldn't be who I am if I hadn't had that support."

"... Thanks, Frank." Matt nodded his head to Frank and slipped his mask on. He headed for the edge of the rooftop and just as he was about to jump, Frank spoke again.

"Hey, Red? Don't wait too long. Someone else might come along if you do."

"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, Castle. Stay out of trouble, will you?"

"No promises, Red."

~~~

The uneven knocking at your door woke you from an uneasy sleep. All night you'd felt that something was off and so you'd tried to stay awake to see if Daredevil needed your assistance. When he hadn't shown by his normal time, you'd laid down on the couch and passed out. Now though, you jolted awake and up, rushing towards the door.

"I'm coming, D, I'm- What the fuck?" Standing at your door was not Daredevil, but Frank Castle. "What are you doing here?"

He looked like shit. Blood wept from a cut on his forehead and down his face. Speaking of blood, you realized the rest of him was covered in it. 

Rather than answer your question, Frank swayed and hissed as his body caught the door frame. You winced at the blood he left behind but brought your eyes back to the man in front of you. 

"Castle…?" That seemed to startle him into awareness enough for him to speak.

"Didn't know where else t' go. Need help, please?" Your brows shot up and you immediately opened your door wider. 

"Come on, let's get you inside." As soon as you put your hands on him to help support his weight, he dropped. You cursed as he almost brought you down with him but you managed to keep your footing. 

"Fuck." You hissed, trying to figure out how you were supposed to get this massive man inside your house. Putting both hands under his shoulders, you pulled with all your strength. 

He barely moved. The movement also drew a moan from him and you winced in sympathy. Moving around so you could face him, you gingerly cupped his face.

"Hey. Hey, Frank, wake up. I can't get you inside without your help. Come on. You can do it."

You kept coaxing him and silently hoping none of your neighbors chose to look out their windows anytime soon. 

"Come on, Castle. Don't make me slap you."

"You wouldn' hit an injured person." He slurred and you nearly sobbed in relief.

"Don't try me. Now, come on. I need you to help me get your ass inside." You pulled on his shoulders for good measure and watched as he then forced himself up onto his feet. You stood with him and carefully began leading him inside. It took the two of you entirely too long and the way Frank got paler and paler the more the two of you moved, did not sit well with you. 

"What the hell happened to you?" You wondered aloud. 

"Mob. Irish. Motherfuckers hit hard when they want to." You sighed and rolled your eyes in frustration. 

"Of course. You and Red are gonna be the death of me."

"Mm. Red. He talk to you yet?" You furrowed your brow but figured it was good to keep him talking. You settled him on the couch and rushed to grab your first aid supplies.

"About what, Castle? Keep talking."

"Shouldn't."

"Why not?"

"He wouldn't like it." You huffed and began working on cutting Frank out of his shirt. He started to go lax on you and you quickly shook him.

"Hey, hey! Keep talking, Castle. Why wouldn't he like it?"

"'Cause he likes you and doesn't wanna admit it." Frank slurred out and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. You ignored them in favor of starting to stitch Frank's wounds. 

"Oh yeah? He tell you that or are you just guessing?" 

"He told me. But it's also obvious as shit. The two of you aren't subtle." Your face burned from his comment, but he was still talking and you weren't going to stop him.

"Told him to quit bein a scaredy cat. Life's too short for that shit. Also told him he better figure it out before someone else comes along."

You half listened as you worked to stitch up the worst of his wounds. He was a mess of knife slashes and stabs and you had to hope that nothing out of your limited experience was wrong. Frank was starting to fade again, so you gently shook his shoulder.

"I need you to stay awake, Frank. Keep talking to me."

"About wha?"

"Anything. Tell me… tell me about your family, Frank." It was quiet for long enough that you thought you'd overstepped but then Frank started talking. 

He told you about Maria and Lisa and Frank Jr. He told you stories and little moments and your heart ached as you realized just how much this man loved his family… and just how much he had lost. 

Frank managed to stay awake the entire time you worked on him, but just barely. You sent up a silent thank you to his family. They're memory had kept him alive another night.

Sitting back, you pulled your gloves off and patted Frank absent-mindedly on the arm. 

"Alright, I've fixed everything I can. You know the rules from last time but to be honest, you might need longer than a couple hours. So stay as long as you need." You told him, standing and wobbling because of how long you'd been kneeling. A weak hand shot out to stabilize you and you huffed a laugh. 

"Don't worry about me, Castle. Worry about yourself."

"'M fine. Just need to sleep a few hours and I'll be right as rain." You jokingly rolled your eyes and stepped away from him. Taking all the dirty materials you used, you threw it all out and then went to the sink to wash your hands.

"Sure, Castle. Whatever you say."

"Oh, so I'm Castle again, huh? Thought I was Frank now." 

"Frank is reserved for almost dying only." You teased from your spot at the sink and you heard him chuckle then hiss. "Sorry. Seriously, get some sleep. And I mean it when I say stay as long as you need.”

“Thanks.” He murmured. In the ensuing silence, you assumed he fell asleep. Keeping as quiet as possible, you cleaned up as much of the mess as you could. Finally, once your place was relatively clean, you checked on him one final time. As you had guessed, he was fast asleep. Deciding to keep an eye on him, you settled into one of the chairs you had catty corner to the couch. Pulling a blanket over yourself, you settled in to get a restless night of sleep.

Throughout what was left of the night, you checked on Frank several times. The amount of blood he’d lost was worrisome and the last thing you wanted was him dying on your couch. When you finally gave up on sleep, it had been about 5 hours since Frank had fallen asleep. Getting up and stretching, you headed to the bathroom. After brushing your teeth and running a hand over your hair to tame it some, you headed back into the living room. You froze in the hallway when you realized Frank was no longer on the couch. Instead he was standing in front of your coffee maker, sleepily pressing buttons. 

“Castle, what the actual fuck are you doing up right now?” You scolded. 

“It’s mornin’. I need to get going.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to him, gently nudging him out of the way and getting the coffee going.

“I swear, you’re just as bad as D.” Frank grunted and leaned against the counter as the two of you waited for the coffee to brew. He seemed like he wanted to say something so you kept quiet and let him get his thoughts together.

“About last night…”

“What about it?”

“What I told you. About Red. I shouldn’t have said anything. What goes on between the two of you is none of my business.” You raised an eyebrow and turned to face him fully.

“It obviously is some of your business. D trusted you enough to come to you and talk. That’s gotta mean something.”

"Yeah and then I broke that trust by telling you." Frank rubbed the back of his neck. "If it's all the same to you, can we pretend I never said anything?" 

"Of course. It doesn't matter much because I still doubt D will say anything to me. He's too guarded." You shrugged and poured yourself and Frank a cup of coffee, passing his to him before doctoring yours to your liking. 

"He's got his reasons. This life ain't easy." Frank said, a dark look on his face. You were quiet for several minutes before you spoke again.

"Did you kill them?"

"Who?"

"Everyone involved in your family's death."

"...Yeah. Yeah, I did." Frank was surprised when you smiled.

"Good."

Frank decided then that if Matt didn't make a move soon… he might be the someone else he warned Matt about.

[plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms]

Nemesis: Reformation (2)

Summary: Frank Castle didn’t expect to end up in a HYDRA base when he followed a lead intended for the syndicates. He also didn’t expect to find you barely conscious and tortured within an inch of your life. His decision to save you at that moment led you to spend the next ten years rebuilding yourself from the ashes of your former life. Frank Castle, Billy Russo, and Matt Murdock aid you in your quest for retribution until your old life catches up with you.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil

Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY SMUT CONTENT AHEAD. nightmares, explicit descriptions of trauma and torture, mentions of character death/s, angst, polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, strong language

A/N: HA! It took a while but I'm finally happy enough with this chapter to post it. Chapter 2 of Part 2 is here! It's all Frankie all chapter. Special thanks to @its-my-little-dumpster-fire and @pigwidgeonxo for beta reading like absolute pros. All mistakes are mine.

No permission is granted to repost, steal, or translate my work. Not even a credit makes it okay. Tumblr is the only place I post my writing. If you see it anywhere else please report it.

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2:2 Chicken Noodle Soup

It took nearly a year for Frank to agree to let you out on missions, even then he was very reluctant. Training was more physical therapy than anything else, Frank paying close attention to regaining and increasing your strength and endurance. Your training with the Avengers meant you were already highly agile, but the mission you were insisting on yourself would require you to be vicious and not just cunning.

Counseling with Curtis was awkward at first, but there was just something about the big man that was trustworthy. He didn’t rush you and he didn’t ask any questions that you weren’t comfortable with. He allowed you to go at your own pace, mostly just chatting with you like he was getting to know a new friend. It wasn’t hard for you to consider him a friend, his genuine and gentle nature was unnerving at first and you were instinctively suspicious of his kindness coming from months of captivity with Hydra but somehow you saw yourself allowing him to tear your walls down.

With Billy, you had developed a banter that surprisingly put you at ease. It was refreshing to have someone not walk around on eggshells with you. It was sharp, witty, entertaining, and increasingly flirtatious the way you went back and forth. He did not go easy on you during training even at the beginning when you could barely lift a gun, pushing you relentlessly in a way that pulled all of your focus so you could momentarily forget about the trauma you were struggling with. Training and counseling with the three of them ensured that by bedtime you were too drained to do anything other than shower and pass out.

Finally, Frank had relented and took you with him to chase a lead. Strictly recon only for now. The best logical course of action was to follow the path he was going on that led him to you.

Find the drugs.

Find the syndicate.

Avenge your sister’s death.

“She looks far too happy to be going out on a boring recon mission,” Billy snickered as he watched you lace your boots up with the biggest smile on your face that he’s seen on you so far. “You sure you don’t need me to come along?”

“We don’t need a babysitter, Bill,” Frank scoffed. His eyes suddenly widened as you grabbed an automatic assault rifle with the intention to pack it for the trip. “Hey! We don’t need that. What part of recon don’t you understand?”

Billy was chuckling in amusement at the small pout on your face as you sadly put down the rifle. He’s seen your skill during training and he found your accuracy impressive. You were already a deadly weapon, it was only a matter of sharpening your edge but he would be lying if he said that the small remaining idealism you still had didn’t appeal to him. There was something about that small light still in you, the one that was nearly drowning with the darkness you were struggling to mask, that he wanted to preserve. It was something that he constantly tried to coax out with his jokes and light teasing.

Frank sighed and rubbed between his eyes, the migraine already building and you haven’t even left yet. He relented though when he saw the disappointed look on your face. “Fine. Take the pistols. Only the pistols.”

He couldn’t help the slight lift on the corner of his lips when your expression brightened before you hurriedly strapped the pistols onto your holsters, sneaking a few knives in when you thought that Frank wasn’t looking. The two Marines shared a look, one already exhausted while the other highly entertained.

“I’ll put her on a leash,” Frank groaned. Billy raised his eyebrow but bit back the dirty joke on the tip of his tongue at the warning look Frank shot him.

Frank did put you on a tight leash. He kept a close eye on you and he kept to his word of keeping things strictly recon. At least for you that is. You quickly learned that being on a mission with Frank was incredibly different from what you were used to in SHIELD. There was very little finesse in how Frank would just walk into a gang hangout disguised as a laundromat and start punching information out of people. It wasn't the most polished of methods, but you had to admit that it was damn effective and you couldn’t help the spark of appreciation and awe you felt.

"What are you smirking at?" he asked, wiping his bloody fists off on the end of his shirt as you walked back to the car.

You chuckled as you shook your head. "Just amazed at finally seeing the Punisher in action. You really are a fucking tank, Frankie."

He rolled his eyes and smiled as you patted the back of his shoulder, worried for a moment that he might have scared you with his violence. In his mind you were still the young woman he pulled out from a hellish torture and he couldn’t help but worry for you. The instinct to protect you was still strong despite knowing now how capable you were, but it was also just nice to see you smile and be playful. He liked that look on your face.

"You've been spending too much time with Billy."

"Yeah, that's true," you laughed. "But he did give me some tech before we left and I tapped into all their phones while you were busy fighting. I should be able to dig up something from that."

He stopped in his tracks and pulled you back by your arm, looking at you with disbelief on his face. “Are you telling me you could’ve just done that and spared me the trouble?”

“We needed a distraction so I could hack them.” You shrugged and smirked at him, clicking your tongue as you continued walking. “Besides, I wanted to see you beat up a few thugs.”

His jaw dropped open for a moment before he shook his head and followed after you. “Billy really is rubbing off on you.”

“Not exactly who I want rubbing on me,” you doubled over laughing at his horrified expression. “Sorry. Didn’t mean for that to sound so suggestive.”

He laughed now too, more relaxed as you both entered the car. “Yeah, you did.”

“Yeah, I did,” you snickered.

Frank let you help out a bit more since then, your espionage training with SHIELD came in handy with breaking locks and hacking into surveillance. It made it easier for Frank to catch a group unaware when he had you whispering the blueprints in his ear. You both went from lead to lead and hideout to hideout, Frank charging in with you kept at a safe distance. He still refused to let you get your hands dirty, always saying you weren’t ready yet for that but really the image of you captured was still fresh in his mind and he couldn’t live with himself if it happened again under his watch.

“Jesus fuck! Are you trying to make it hurt more?” he growled, looking down at you with as much indignation as he could muster when his bloody ass cheek was out and close to your face.

“Stop whining. It’s your fault you got shot in the ass.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the unfortunate placement, but it did somehow distract you a little from being so close to a mostly naked Frank with blood marring his perfectly sculpted torso. He really was a sight to behold, all hard rippling muscle that could easily crush the life out of anyone but was trying to hide the shiver he felt whenever your warm breath fanned across his skin. You grinned to yourself as he continued to mutter above you, carefully stitching up the wound on what you decided was a very adorable butt.

It didn’t feel awkward though. It never did with Frank, you realized. Your automatic trust in Frank had allowed you to be as unembarrassed as one could possibly be from the moment you word vomited your life story to him to now when you're sewing his skin back together. There was no shame in just being your raw selves with each other and after years of having to live up to expectations with your family and then with the Avengers, it was liberating.

“It would have been better if you shot the guy before he shot me,” he grunted as he took a long drag of whiskey.

“It would have been better if you had let me enter the warehouse with you instead of keeping me on lookout,” you said, purposely pinching him a little too hard in retaliation. He jumped and glared at you. “You’re lucky I didn’t listen to you and brought the sniper rifle anyway this time.”

“Where the hell did you even hide that thing anyway?”

“A lady never reveals her secrets.”

He shook his head as he let you finish up. He had to admit that you were getting craftier and he noticed just how quickly you adapted and learned with each mission. You had quickly found a way to get more involved with tech, stitching him up, and even sniper support. He appreciated that you had his back and he found himself easily trusting you with his life too.

You were his partner.

Sometimes your chasing for leads meant you would go days in a certain place or have to travel further from New York. Sometimes it required you both to find the nearest dingy motel or safehouse to crash. It was in one of Anvil’s safehouses in an out of the way town that the nightmares resurfaced.

Salvacion.

A name. A curse. A mission. A promise that you carried with you since that day you left Jill crying alone in the cemetery. Your only purpose in life right now was finding the bastard that killed your sister and make him pay. It was consuming you.

The first time Frank heard it, he wasn’t surprised. He was jolted awake, but he wasn’t surprised. He had his fair share of trauma and truthfully if you weren’t having any nightmares at all after the hell you’ve been through then he would be more worried about you. This was normal to him. He expected your blood curdling screams to pierce through the night followed by loud racking sobs. It alternated, going back and forth between tormented thrashing to agonized wailing.

He stared at the ceiling as he listened to you, sighing deeply and biting the inside of his cheek as your suffering made his own heart clench. He had to hand it to you for keeping it together this long though. The level of strength you had to endure was something he deeply admired about you from the start, but all strong things have a breaking point.

Perhaps it was the silence of this rural town compared to the constant chaos of the city or the fact that you were no longer too physically drained to just pass out. Perhaps it was the fact that you were now actually pursuing your mission, the possibility of facing the cause of your nightmares at any moment keeping you on edge. Perhaps it was the prospect of needing to kill on the offense and not as a defensive strategy this time. Whatever it was, it would take a while before your screaming stopped.

He closed his eyes again and tried to will himself back to sleep. He knew trauma all too well and each person dealt with it differently. He was on the brink of sleep when he heard the door of his room hesitantly push open, even if he knew who it was his hand still slipped under his pillow to grasp at the pistol hidden there.

“Frank?”

His chest constricted again at the sound of your voice. You sounded so small and so frightened, nothing like the cheeky little shit you’ve evolved into. You sounded much more vulnerable now than you did when he pulled you out of that Hydra base. For the first time in the few years that he’s known you, you sounded as wounded as he knew you were. He kept his eyes closed but consciously softened his usually surly tone.

“Nightmare?”

“Yeah.”

“How bad?” he asked even though he knew and the whimper you tried to suppress nearly broke him.

“Really bad.”

There was a beat of silence as you struggled to get your next words out and Frank didn’t want to rush you or insist on anything for you. Curtis told him that if you wanted help, he had to give you the chance to ask for it yourself but damn it he didn’t know it would be this hard to resist the obvious sorrow in your voice.

“Can I sleep here tonight?”

He made a rough noise that he hoped you understood as an affirmative as he rolled over on his side, but when he didn’t feel the other side of the bed dip with your weight he cracked open his bleary eyes in search of you. He frowned when he found you on the floor fluffing your pillow and spreading out your thin blanket.

“You’re not sleeping on the goddamn floor. It’s cold.”

“Well aren’t you gonna get cold on the floor too?” you sassed and he couldn’t help the fleeting smile on his lips, reassured you were still somewhat okay despite the obvious evidence of tears on your cheeks.

He scoffed as he scooped up your pillow and placed it beside his own before shifting back to a comfortable sleeping position. “Just get in. I’m tired.”

You clutched your blanket to your chest, staring silently at him with fresh tears edging your vision and a grateful smile on your face. You crawled in next to him, keeping a careful distance because you didn’t want to intrude on him more than you already had. You stared at his large back, the muscles taut but his breathing relaxed.

“Thank you, Frank.”

“Yeah, whatever. Just for tonight.”

It wasn’t just for that night. The nightmares continued to plague you and the only way you could seem to get any form of sleep was if Frank was next to you. He himself would fall asleep hours later, once he was sure he heard your breathing even out and each time you jerked as you struggled with your dreams his eyes would shoot open to wait until you had fallen back to sleep.

“Just come to bed after you shower.”

You paused at the doorway of your room, looking back at him in confusion. He had never directly asked you to share his bed and he didn’t know it, but you struggled with yourself each time before you knocked on his door. A large part of you felt guilty for putting even that on him when he has already done so much for you. You had already caused him so much trouble. You were afraid you had become a burden to him.

“What? You’re just gonna wake me up anyway when you come in,” he grinned, trying to ease the guilt that was written all over your face. if he was being honest, he didn’t mind having you next to him. He liked it even and he took selfish pleasure out of being the one you chose to be with you in your vulnerable states. He took pride in knowing that you trusted him in that way. “I can’t sleep without your snoring now. I got used to it.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled sheepishly at him. “Thanks, Frankie.”

For the first time, Frank fell asleep before you did with the weight of the day’s sleuthing taking a toll on him too. For the first time, it was Frank’s screams that disturbed the peace of the night. For the first time, it was Frank who needed company.

“Frank? Frank! Frankie, wake up!” you said urgently as you shook his shoulder. His eyes were squeezed shut as he shouted in angry gibberish, his body twisting as if something was burning him from the inside. His arms started to swing aimlessly, his elbow catching you sharply on your lip.

“Fuck!” you hissed as you touched the sore spot, feeling the small split and the blood seeping through.

You would have spent a bit more time being annoyed but his thrashing quickly grew more violent with his hands clawing at his chest and his legs kicking beneath him. You let fly a few more curses before you lifted yourself to straddle him, pinning his lower half down with your hips and grabbing his wrists to stop him from hurting himself.

“Come on, Frankie! Wake up for me.”

Perhaps it was entirely the wrong approach to try to subdue a six foot tall, 200 pound, ex-Marine who was having an unconscious fight response. The next thing you knew you were flat on your back with the wind knocked out of you, a large hand wrapped tightly around your throat, and blazing dark brown eyes boring down into you. You gripped at his muscled forearm, trying to pull him off of you as you wheezed his name.

You saw the murderous expression on his face quickly shift to recognition and then to horrified guilt as he realized what he was doing. You expected him to pull away, put as much distance between you as possible and probably kick you out of his room. You were close to Frank, a special bond was shared between you but you also respected how he tended to be more reserved and subtle with his affection.

You didn’t expect for him to pull you up and crush you to his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck and breathing in heavy gulps of air as he tried to calm himself. Your body soon sagged against him after the initial shock, settling in more comfortably on his lap as his arms wound tighter around you. You rubbed his back slowly, kneading the knots on his tense muscles until they released. Your free hand was used to hold his head in place, a silent way of telling him this was okay and he could take his time.

“I hurt you,” he muttered against your skin, a small shiver running down your spine at the feel of his lips on your pulse.

“You didn’t hurt me.” You felt his muscles tense again as he prepared to argue, but you beat him to it. “You didn’t mean to. You were having a -”

“Nightmare,” he finished for you. You nodded your head as you continued your lazy massage.

“It was the kids today wasn’t it?”

His silence was louder than any words he could have said. He’s told you before of the bloody brutal past he carried and the vengeance that followed that birthed the Punisher. When he shared his story with you was when you understood why you felt a different kind of closeness to Frank. It was then you understood why he didn’t want you on this path and why right now he was adamant on seeing it through with you. Retribution was a lonely path.

And he didn’t want you to be alone.

The warehouse you had been observing today shocked you both, discovering that the manpower used to pack drugs were all children. Orphans probably or homeless children. Runaways and strays. All around the age that Frank’s children were when they were killed. It triggered his ghosts to haunt me once more.

It was a while before Frank slowly pulled away from you, still holding you close but now frowning at the obvious cut on your lip. He cupped your face and ran his thumb gingerly over it, stopping immediately when you winced at the sting.

“I’m sorry,” he gulped.

“You didn’t mean to,” you reassured him again, placing your hand over his and nuzzling your face against his rough palm.

The tense silence stretched between you, his intense eyes following the movement of his thumb that now was tracing along the corner of your mouth. Your own eyes roamed his face, relishing the rare chance to actually study his handsome features from this close until you became fixated on his lips too. You were so close now that you could feel his breath on your face and the electricity buzzed around the small space that separated you, pulling you unconsciously closer to each other.

“Y/N,” he whispered, struggling to hold himself back.

“Don’t you fucking dare apologize.”

“I’m not gonna take advantage of you.”

“You’re not,” you said, laughing nervously. “If anything I’m the one taking advantage of you here.”

“You’re not,” he blurted out, his firm tone settling your nerves.

You smiled softly at him, locking his gaze with your own. “I want you, Frank. I want this.”

Instinct took over from there. His hand slipped to the back of your neck and pulled you close as his lips swooped in to capture yours in a messy kiss that was more a desperate tangle of tongues than anything else. You sighed against his mouth and it was all he could do to not just rip your clothes off, the need to feel your bare skin against his growing urgent. You did it for him, whipping off your sleep shirt and pulling him closer to you as he hurriedly took a pebbled peak in his mouth. You arched your back and grinded your rapidly soaking core against his prominent bulge, moaning his name as he growled against the soft flesh of your breasts.

“Please, Frank. No teasing,” you panted, whining sharply as he gripped your ass in both hands and pressed you down harder against him. “Not tonight.”

He pushed you down onto your back, tearing off the rest of both your clothes before slotting himself between your thighs. He almost lost it when he felt the heat and wetness of you rubbing on his bare length, coating him in preparation. He kissed you again and squeezed your breast, already addicted to how you tasted and felt. You were so soft, so pliant beneath him, so raw and vulnerable.

In an odd moment of coordination in your lustful frenzy, you both reached for each other and groaned in unison. You felt each other shudder, his fingers spreading around your slick and toying with your aching bud while you pumped and squeezed his generous length. He was going to split you in half with the girth on that thing and you could hardly wait.

“Frank,” you gasped, biting into his shoulder. He cursed sharply as he speared you with his fingers, your back arching and your hips pushing forward for more.

“Gotta get you ready first. I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said through gritted teeth. “Goddamn, you’re wet.”

He watched with pride as you writhed beneath him, gradually losing parts of yourself as your whole body began to answer only to him. Your skin felt heated and the coil inside you was tightening with each stroke of his fingers against that tender spongy spot inside you.

“Yeah? Right there?” he asked, pressing the heel of his palm hard on your clit. Your eyes fluttered close, suddenly overwhelmed by the sensations. “Let go for me, sweetheart.”

You did. You let go and the relief you felt was freeing. It wasn’t just the shaking orgasm that he gave you, it was the surrender of everything that has held you so tense for the past years to someone you unconditionally trusted. It was the much needed respite from everything that had been weighing you down.

When he pulled his fingers out of you to drive his throbbing cock into your welcoming heat, it felt more than just sex. It was more than just a physical thing, it was the joining of two fragmented souls where the scattered pieces sought each other out to form something new. The handful of times you’ve been intimate with boys before didn’t even come remotely close to how it felt to be pleasured by this man. It was bliss. It was comfort. It was protection.

It was a beginning.

“Frank,” you choked out, your eyes starting to sting with tears. Everything felt simultaneously too much and not enough. Your nails dug into his back as his slow thrusts became harder.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.”

He held the back of your thigh and hitched it up higher on his hip, angling you to take him deeper. He rested one forearm beside your head, keeping you from hitting the headboard as he slammed into you. He pressed his forehead against yours, muttering praise against your parted lips. He wanted to give you more. God, he wanted to give you everything.

“You feel so good. So good.”

The kiss he gave you was gentle, a stark contrast to how his hips pounded into you now. Your breaths mingled, panting and shallow as the pleasure built between you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit that spot over and over, chanting his name as your mind grew hazy. Just a bit more. Your body twisted as you tried to reach your climax and he saw your struggle. He reached between you to thrum at your clit and with one more sharp snap of his hips, you went barreling into your release.

“That’s it. Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.”

Your whole body shook with the impact and he swallowed your screams with his mouth over yours. His thrusts became punishing, erratic now as he chased his own release while your walls still fluttered around him. The primal growl he let out as he came inside you sent fire across your skin and the sweet kiss that followed warmed your heart.

He pulled away from you slowly, just enough to look at your face, raising himself above you and cupping your cheek. You were both still out of breath and your pulses were still jumping out of your skin, but the smile you both shared was sated. He stared down at you with unmistakable fondness.

“You’re beautiful.”

Your relationship with Frank surprisingly didn’t change all that much after that night except for the fact that it was now expected that you would sleep in the same bed and that at some point one of you would reach out for the other for more than just sleep. He would kiss your pouting lips every time now as well before he charged alone into another hideout, firmly ordering you to stay in your spot behind the sniper rifle but that he would be back soon. For the most part it was fine, but word must have gotten around that the Punisher was making house calls.

“I’m coming in, Frank!” you yelled into the comms. The heavy gunfire was loud both through the earpiece and from your perch on the abandoned building a street over.

“Like hell you are! Just shoot them from there.”

“There’s too many of them, you stubborn idiot! You need back up.”

“It’s not safe goddamn it!” he growled, his irritation growing at his lack of control in the situation. He didn’t like the thought of you coming in. He didn’t like it one bit.

You could hear him grunting in frustration as he tried to fire off his own shots. You bolted out of your hiding spot, trying to keep your steps as quiet as possible as you rounded to the side of the warehouse where Frank was. You peeked through the windows, the chaos inside granting you an opportunity to go unnoticed. You carefully slipped in, pulling out two pistols at the ready as you positioned yourself behind the crowd that was preoccupied with hailing bullets at your partner.

“Deep breaths, Y/N. You can do this,” you whispered to yourself in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

This was the first time you were again in the middle of an actual fight and your hands were shaking, struggling to keep a grip on your guns. You swallowed the hard lump in your throat, willing away the horrid flashbacks that came unbidden. The last time you were in a fight, your entire team was badly overpowered and nearly beaten. The last time, Bucky had almost gotten taken by Hydra again. Last time, you were meant to die. You didn’t realize that you were hyperventilating until Frank’s pained cry pierced through the haze of your consciousness and shocked you back into focus.

“Frank?” you choked out.

The silence from the other end was deafening and the worst case scenarios ran through your head. All of a sudden everything became louder in your ears. The rapid gunfire. The shouting of the men, jeering at taking down the Punisher. The clinking of bullet shells as they hit the polished concrete of the floor. The fast shallow breathing weakly captured by your comms. The pounding of your heart in your chest.

“Get outta here, sweetheart,” Frank whispered harshly. “Get out now.”

Everything abruptly snapped into focus and the noise dissolved into the background. You cocked your pistols, raising them steadily as you stepped out from behind the crates. One quick sweep at where the enemies were and your plan was decided. Your eyes narrowed as a singular objective took over.

Get Frank out.

The first bullet you fired hit the target nearest to you square in the back of his head that was thrown back in laughter, celebrating their victory far too early. Your shots were still clumsy, a mixture of adrenaline and anxiety making you miss a few, but fortunately the enemy was too distracted to notice immediately.

It wasn’t until four more bodies had fallen that the enemy noticed you and redirected their shots to you. Your steps forward toward each man with a pointed gun at you grew more confident as you forced yourself not to falter, your eyes burning with murderous purpose. You had to get Frank out. You instinctively fell back on your training as you used the scattered crates to your advantage, jumping and rolling in and out of cover with each shot as they continued to drop dead one by one.

Your mind was concentrated on counting the bullets you fired, reloading smoothly with deft hands just as the last bullet flew off. Finally, the last man dropped dead and the warehouse floor was painted in a sea of blood and weaponry. It was eerily quiet now and relief washed over you when you heard the all too familiar grumpy voice.

You ran toward the sound, dropping to your knees immediately as you spotted him. He was leaning back on a large pillar with one of his legs outstretched, a long strip torn from his shirt was wound around his thigh as a tourniquet. His blood was bright and wet on his clothes. It was bad, but Frank was alive. He would make it.

“You just don’t listen, do you?” he said curtly, more mad at himself than you for your involvement. Something that looked suspiciously like pride glinted in his eyes when he opened them despite the disapproving frown on his face.

“You’re lucky I don’t,” you scoffed, thanking every god you didn’t believe in that he was well enough to still scold you for not following orders as usual.

“Did you just light up an entire warehouse of thugs on your own?”

“I learned from the best,” you chuckled before your tone became more serious as you saw his frown turn deeper with the discomfort. “Can you walk?”

“Just need a little help,” he nodded.

Hauling this beefy man up with his injured side draped heavily on you was a feat in itself and it was going to take a lot out of you both to get to the car. You were about to make a snarky remark about how he should lay off the pizza for a while when he shoved you hard, practically throwing you behind the nearest solid cover. Your exasperated complaints died in your throat as a fresh barrage of bullets fired behind you, sending fragments of cement and wood flying at the impact.

“Frank!”

“8 o’clock!” he shouted back and you understood instantly. You reached for your gun and slid across the floor, firing at the direction he instructed. You clipped the shooter on the shoulder, causing him to stumble back and giving you the chance to really look at his face.

His familiar face.

Your gazes locked, yours wide with the shock of recognition and his flashing with a smug amusement. You raised your gun again as the anger began to rise in you, but before you could fire he had turned to run. There was no thinking about it first. There was no consulting with Frank if this was a good idea. You ignored Frank’s furious screaming for you to not do it.

You chased after him.

You knew him. You knew his face. It was one of the faces that was unfortunately seared into your memory. He was there. He was there the first day you woke up in the hands of Hydra, looking far too excited to start carving into your skin. He was there when your sister was brought in, laughing maniacally as you screamed for them to let your sister go. He was there when you plummeted into a cold state of shock as they wheeled away your sister’s dead body. He wasn’t Salvacion but he was a closest lead you’ve got. He was sure to know something. You weren’t about to let him get away.

You chased him through the inner corridors of the warehouse, firing your gun at him until you hit him on the back of his thigh and sent him stumbling face first to the ground. You were on him before he could recover, flipping him roughly to face you and pressing the muzzle of your gun between his eyes.

“Where’s Salvacion?”

The smile he gave you was malicious and not at all deterred. “Looking good, Y/N. It’s good to see you alive after all these years.”

“Can’t say the same about you. Now where is he?”

You pressed the gun harder when he cocked his head to the side, smirking as he saw the scars running down one side of your neck. “I remember those. I had a lot of fun with that one in particular and if I remember correctly it runs all the way down your back.”

“Where is he?” you said through gritted teeth, your jaw tense with the flimsy hold you had on the rage that threatened to spill over.

“I’ve missed you, Y/N. You always were a tough one to crack. Even until the very end I hardly broke you, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy trying,” he chuckled as your eyes narrowed and you growled down at him. “At least you always have something to remember me by. Well more than a few souvenirs.”

“Tell me where he is,” you hissed, digging at the bullet hole in his shoulder with your thumb. He yelled as he struggled beneath you, throwing you an outraged glare.

“You’re asking the wrong questions, little girl. This is bigger than just one hired hitman. It’s bigger than just you and your sister. You have no idea what we have planned.”

His laugh made your blood boil and you couldn’t help yourself when you raised your hand and slammed the butt of your gun to his nose. He groaned in pain, but the asshole still had the gall to smile up at you with blood gushing from his nose to his mouth.

“Listen here, you son of a bitch. You either tell me where Salvacion is or I’m going to make sure I repay every fucking scar you gave me.”

“Let me guess. You want to avenge your precious sister, right?” He licked his lips at your uncomfortable silence, taking pleasure in seeing your grip start to shake.

“Shut up,” you snarled, digging the barrel down harder on his forehead.

“I liked your sister, you know. She wasn’t like you.”

“Where. Is. He?”

“I wish Salvacion had let me have a turn with her. She was such a good girl.”

“Shut the hell up.”

“Lily screamed so sweetly for him.”

“I said shut up!”

It was her name on his busted lips that finally made you snap. He had no right to say Lily’s name. None of them did. They had no right. Not after what they did. The blinding fury took over from there, each bullet fired accompanied by lashing words.

You let him murder her!

You let him torture her!

You made me watch her scream!

You made me watch her die!

You let her believe I didn’t care about her!

Frank dragged himself from the floor, leaning heavily on the walls to keep himself upright as he painfully struggled toward where you had run off to. The sound of a magazine hastily emptying pushed him to go faster and when he finally rounded the corner to where you were, it completely broke his heart.

Your voice, chanting accusations over and over, was broken by your sobs as you continued to fire the now empty gun. The trigger clicked with each pull, but you didn’t even notice it. You were too consumed by the grief that you had been trying to keep under control. The dam was open and you had no strength to seal it back.

Frank cautiously limped toward you, wincing at the state of the man beneath you. You fired all your rounds point blank at his face, leaving him virtually unrecognizable. He wrenched the gun away from your hands and threw it aside, lifting you off by the shoulder but falling to the ground with you in his own injured state. He held you in his arms and you curled into his chest as he scooted farther away from the dead body.

Even through the blur of tears and the tidal wave of emotion that drowned you, you recognized his touch. You recognized the safety of his embrace. He soothed you by crushing you closer to himself, the physical pain he felt was far outweighed by the suffocating heaviness in his chest at seeing you like this.

He heard you. Even faced with the very person who was responsible for permanently marking your body and tormenting you for what must have felt like a hopeless eternity, you were still thinking of your sister. Your anger was for your sister. Your vengeance was for your sister. Your life right now that you were begrudgingly living, was for your sister.

What about you?

Someone needed to think about you too. Someone needed to be on your side, enact a vendetta for you, protect you, make you see that life could still have value for you. Someone needed to be yours.

Frank decided that he would be that person, but he also knew that he alone wouldn’t be enough. As much as he knows by now that he felt something deeper for you, he knew that there was a part of him that he never would be able to completely give to you. He knew that you needed more. He knew that you deserved more.

Those same thoughts were swimming in his mind as he walked into Anvil in the dead of night, startling Billy at the sight of you both and making him almost drop his beer. He was alarmed and a dreadful sense of deja vu filled him with the image of you again unconscious in his heavily limping best friend's arms and covered with blood. Frank shook his head to calm him down.

“It’s not her blood. She’s just asleep,” he said, keeping his voice soft and low to not wake you when it had been so difficult to get you to sleep.

“What the hell happened?” Billy asked as he came closer, rubbing his thumb gently on your brow to smooth the frown.

“You still offering to come on missions with us?”

“Yeah, Frankie, of course. Why?”

“Because I’m gonna need a stronger leash.”

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Can I ask what it would be like for Solsu having to take care of drunk romanced companions? Bonus points if they're told about their shenanigans afterword.

Cait:

(Angry drunk)

•It's best that you don't drink in polite company with her. She's already a feisty individual with a burning passion for inflicting pain, you make her drunk and it's only a matter of time before she incites some horrible fight.

•Sounds funny, but it's really not. Reign her back. Please.

Curie:

.......you aren't really gonna let her drink, right? I highly advise you don't....

Danse:

(Horny drunk 👀)

•Danse hardly ever partakes in more than a couple glasses with company and this is exactly why.

•At first it all starts off nice and smooth, just Danse beginning to gradually relax- which is "outstanding" considering his usual rigid disposition. However once that fine line of too many drinks have been crossed, all hell breaks loose.

•It'll start with comments on your appearance, simple incessant "you look beautiful"s spoken with dazed eyes...then it escalates to Danse pulling you into his lap where you're met with his obvious "intentions" prodding you in the ass, all while being held in a bear hug from a blushing, smiling Paladin who happens to look like a kicked puppy when you make him calm down with a drink of water. Don't worry, he might mope but he'll quit if you tell him to.

•Perks back up when you tell him it's time to go to bed...only to mope even more when he realizes that no, it isn't for sexy times. No worries, he'll be happy so long as you let him hold you..

•Is absolutely ashamed and horrified of his behavior when he wakes up and you tell him what went down. Probably will hide his face in his pillows and try to disappear. Swears he won’t drink again and make a fool of himself like that….will totally drink some more.

•Just be lucky he wasn’t feeling melancholic like a post BB Danse would.

Deacon:

(Stupid drunk..)

•Ever seen that one video of that guy busting through drywall like Kool-Aid Man? That's Deacon's level of maturity when properly intoxicated.

•No worries, Desdemona is going to bitch at him from the time he does something too stupid until he isn't even drunk anymore. Frankly, he deserves it too- he's destructive, reckless, and...well..hilarious, but that doesn't mean it's redeemable!

•He seems to perfectly remember all his antics, some he even reflects upon with a proud grin..until his hangover ends up making him wince in pain. Just...take care of him, there isn't any point in trying to scold him. Des has that covered anyways.

Gage:

(Emotional drunk)

•A drunk gage was both extremely rare because of his genuine hate for alcohol and also very shocking. Sure, one may assume that someone so rugged and tough like a raider- especially Gage- would have no issue handling his liquor....oh how wrong you could be...

•You weren't entirely sure what happened, much less where he got the idea, but somehow Gage got the absurd notion that you decided he wasn't good enough for you and you were going to just leave him behind. He'd keep it in for a while, slowly growing more quiet as he took practical gulps of his drink. That doesn't last.

•Eventually he starts to cry, silent tears pouring from his good eye. Whenever you actually notice, it's too late. Just pray no one else is around when this next part happens.

•All it takes is you coming to his side, placing a comforting hand on his back and he crumbles. He'll grab you and push his face into your chest and start sobbing, wailing incoherently as he begs you to not leave him.

•It might seem humorous, but it raised several questions.

•The morning after his outburst, you wake up extra early to present him with a half way decent breakfast in bed- extra grease on the food for good measure. Once he seems to be more coherent, you make sure to talk to him about his apparent fear of you not loving him...which brings him close to tears once again whenever you finally convince him that you do in fact love him and won't ever leave his side so long as he loves you back.

Hancock:

(Stealthy drunk)

•Unfortunately, the mayor of Goodneighbor doesn't really have any fun antics..well at least any that would point to him being intoxicated. Sorry.

Macready:

(Over indulging drunk)

•Mac is arguably the best one to get shit faced with, especially if you like drugs and food. Oh yeah, something about eating while intoxicated is irresistible to him. Think of it like munchies, but in Mac's case, five times as bad.

• After a couple drinks, Mac nonchalantly will reach into his pocket- gesturing for you to come close- before putting a cigarette in your mouth and lighting up- using your's to light his own. If you don't set a stopping point, the two of you will wake up down two packs, several empty containers of jet, and crumbs everywhere.

•When faced with the consequences of his gluttony, Mac will just sit there and whine as his stomach does cartwheels. That's punishment enough...

Maxson:

(Mr. Vomits-a-lot drunk)

•It takes a whole hell of a lot for Maxson to get shitfaced thanks to his rather strict habitual drinking. After all, it would be a strange day if you didn't see him knock a bottle of whisky out before finally turning in..which was kind of sad come to think of it..

•Nonetheless, he does occasionally push his limits when he's especially stressed and it's never pleasant when he does.

•It was sort of funny, in retrospect. One minute you and him were sitting on the flight deck together, casually talking whilst finishing off a bottle of shitty vodka (unknowing that he had already burned through countless bottles before meeting you) when suddenly Arthur started to look pale. It just kept getting worse until eventually he was frantically motioning for you to follow him as he ran to the railings, sticking his head over before throwing up whatever was on his stomach..sending it to a several hundred foot drop below.

•It's a good thing you held him, otherwise the brotherhood might've been short an elder and you short a partner.

•When confronted with his..let's say "overindulgence", he'll sort of look away and try to change the subject. It's probably best if you try to hide liquor for a while. 

Nick:

(Doesn't drink....)

Old Longfellow:

With his age and experience? He's the same as Hancock.

Piper:

(Daredevil drunk)

•Hope you're sober, because if you aren't- there's a good chance you'll be spending the night in Diamond City Jail.

•Piper is reckless on a good day, putting alcohol with that in mass quantities and she's wild. Just hope you have strong will, because she sure as shit isn't going to back down easy.

•It's kind of funny, but her go to is to do crazy shit. Jump off the roof? Hold her cup. Want to vandalize the great green wall? Fuck yeah. Nothing beats the time she wasn't careful and threw a lit cigarette down Ann Codman's cleavage during a heated argument with her.

•She has no regrets either, so don't expect her to be remorseful in the morning whenever you tell her what she did. If anything, she'll just laugh next time she sees Ann.

Preston:

(Over thinking drunk)

•If it wasn't lowkey annoying, you'd probably think Preston's drunken neuroticism was hilarious. Not to be gotten wrong, but even sober, your love could be extremely insistent..mix his anxious attitude with liquor and you end up with a terrible night.

•You knew better than to let him have more than a couple beers, seeing as his tolerance wasn't exactly the best, and yet here you were. Preston pensively sitting at the bar beside you, rich eyes narrowed and focused on the liquid in his glass- his hands resting against his head.

•"I know you're dying to ask...." "Okay babe, since you brought it up...do you think putting electrical wire around our people's settlements would be a bad idea? It might closely resemble a prison but it's for their own good. Wait- shit, what about the kids? Oh god..."

•He may just sheepishly rub the back of his head and apologize in the morning..but he'll be quick to revisit some of the key points and ideas with you if you so much as give him a chance.

X6-88:

(Ridiculous drunk)

•It was only one time..thankfully.

•You, and your whole group of friends had to convince him to try it out- but once he started, he couldn't stop.

•This asshole would throw down drinks faster than Hancock..which was terrible considering his painfully low tolerance to alcohol.

•One thing goes to another and next thing you know, "The Wanderer" is playing in the background, X is singing and dancing like an idiot, and everyone is gathered around- terrified at what they were seeing. It's sort of like seeing a deathclaw do ballet- so, totally understandable.

•He dares you to bring it up later, dares you.

[selfwriting-sugarquills]

70 Fred Weasley headcanons in celebration of 700 followers:

(plus an extra one, for the heck of it lmao) 

You guys, thank you so much for 700 followers! I appreciate every single one of you and writing for the twins has been such a blast so far, much to the thanks of all of you <3 

Find the 70 George Headcanons: Here

Fred has always been really good at sleight of hand stuff, as a kid, he could do card tricks with ease, steal baked goods from his mother’s kitchen and later on since his allowance wasn’t exactly anything to brag about, he’d steal sweets from honeydukes' on Hogsmeade trips, with the help of George, he’s not proud of it but in his defence, he was a stupid teenage boy at the time. 

Fred is incredibly competitive and will hold onto anything you challenge him to for way longer than you might think. He’s definitely the type to “race you” anytime you’re headed to herbology, care against magical creatures or Hogsmeade together.

As the man himself said in the deathly hallows, Fred doesn’t like the idea of a big grandiose wedding ceremony, he’d prefer something more low-key and simple, where the focus is more on having fun and celebrating instead of neat seating plans and meticulously chosen decorations. Some flowers and booze will do, he’ll provide the fireworks - In essence, he only needs his S/O and the rest he couldn’t care less about. 

George may be better at cooking, but Fred makes a damn good pancake and he will forever pride himself on that. 

Fred is the more jealous, overprotective twin. He’s aware of this and tries his best not to let it go to his head but he can’t help it. 

Fred snores, I’m pretty sure it’s canon that both twins snore, but Fred is louder and, as mentioned in my last headcanon post, a very heavy sleeper meaning it’s more difficult to get him to wake up so he can stop, your best shot is trying (and probably failing) to turn him over. 

Fred is also a very restless sleeper, he’ll toss and turn, and occasionally dream about quidditch. I’m saying you might want to be aware that he might confuse you for a bludger in his sleep, don’t worry though, he’ll always apologise profusely and make it up to you with a lot of kisses (and maybe a bit more than that, if you’re keen ;)) 

Fred has an extensive caffeine addiction, which is unfortunate cause he’s quite hyper already but he can’t function properly until he gets his coffee in the morning, and then again in between lessons/at lunch and then again late in the afternoon. Sometimes, if he needed to write an essay that was due, he’d drink coffee at like nine pm. He knows he won’t be able to sleep because of it, please, Y/n, he’s accepted his fate. 

I personally always imagined the twins as having ADHD, idk why it just fits their characters. Fred is for sure the more outwardly fidgety and intrusive, this gets less and less with age, as it does for a lot of ADHD people, his inability to focus remains the same though. 

Fred loves being outside, he’s the first of the Weasley siblings to suggest a game of quidditch or just going outside for walks, hide and seek in the woods near their house. He absolutely loves taking his dates on walks in parks or at the beach and when he has kids he plays with them in their yard, building snowmen etc. 

Fred probably suggests at some point that the whole family should go camping, and he’s actually really fun to camp with. He’ll tell the best scary stories by the campfire. 

In regards to children, Fred wants a lot of kids. Like at least three but would be willing to have more if his s/o wants to. He just really likes the dynamic of a large family since that’s what he’s used to. 

Fred’s favourite flavour of sweets is anything sour, the sourer the better, because of this he can handle it really well and he loves handing people some of his ridiculously sour candy and watching them squirm. 

He also really likes spicy food, he’s a bit of a daredevil so don’t challenge him to eat anything because he will eat a whole chilli and nearly die. 

 You know he’d be really casual about it too, lol, like sweating and crying but just leaning on the counter like “*pant* what? hot? no not at all *deeeeep breath* I can ha-aw-rdly taste it!” 

One thing about Fred is that he’s oddly squeamish, like seeing his brother’s ear blown off isn’t so bad (if you don’t take into account the emotional trauma that is), but a needle for a blood sample or a vaccine? oooh, he’s gonna need a big juice box and a cookie and his s/o’s hand to hold if he’s gonna make it through. He also has a thing about leeches. One time at Hogwarts they were mentioned in a lesson and he thought he was going to faint the entire time. 

Fred’s broken five bones over the years, four are from quidditch: his left arm and two ribs, and then the other arm from trying to do an elaborate stunt on the stairs in the burrow and falling down two flights. 

Fred loves to sing karaoke (because I cannot get that damn clip of James singing karaoke out of my head) though he particularly enjoys doing a very poor job on purpose. 

Fred is such a good liar that on several occasions he’s given presentations in school and gotten good marks for them despite having bullshat his way through the entire thing. 

Like seriously, he’s that guy in the group project who only looks at the slides like five minutes before the presentation and then just turns on a full charming newscaster voice on the professor to the point of them being genuinely convinced (albeit a little confused) that what Fred’s saying is true. 

This is also why Fred loves playing card games like poker: he’s really good at bluffing. 

Speaking of poker-face, he’s really quite good at teasing in public (if you’re into that sort of thing *wink*) because no matter the dirty deeds he might get up to under a table, his face remains as regular as always (safe for a little smirk to his lover every now and then) 

Fred always wanted to learn an instrument, he thought it’d make him cooler when he was a teenager, as an adult, he just really wants to recreate that clip of the trombone-playing dad with the sunglasses, or maybe serenade some cows with jazz or something. 

Fred was never a big fan of the uniform thing, so he always tried to make it his own, whether that be tying the tie differently, or having his sleeves rolled up; it’s not much but you gotta take what you can get when you’re literally dressed the same as everyone else. 

Fred might make fun of his dad’s interest in muggle things but secretly he loves it too. He has spent a lot of hours in the shed with Arthur, assuring everyone that it was just to have some quality time with his dad but he would still pay close attention when Arthur explained things to him. 

Fred had a whole business of selling candy from Honeydukes’ and joke products from Zonko’s to second and first years before he and George started dabbling with their own products, he could get you a butterbeer too but it’ll cost you an extra three galleons. 

Fred really likes glitter, George has a thing for lace, anything that glitters on his s/o makes Fred weak. If you want to get your way just put on some glittery eyeshadow or lipgloss and watch him spin. 

Since he loves things that glitter and gleam he loves buying his s/o jewellery, he loves seeing them wearing them as little tokens of their relationship. 

Did someone say slight possession kink? oops not me

Fred is incredible with numbers, this is pretty much canon and has been explored but I’m just amazed at this boy’s wit AND intellect. I have a slight headcanon that if he ever goes on a proper first date with someone where a bill is involved, he impresses his date by calculating the tip after just a glance.

Even if Fred has a longstanding reputation of not caring about school, when he has kids he does want to help them with any coursework over the summer and Christmas breaks, he’ll even study up on his old books just to be able to help out in any classes he didn’t take/didn’t pay attention in. 

Fred would, in general, be an amazing father. He’s goofy and playful most of the time, though he’s serious and incredibly caring whenever his kids are in a bad mood or have problems. He knows that he’s not the most outwardly emotional of the twins but he makes sure his kids know they can always talk to him about anything. 

Fred is incredibly messy. His room is usually a cry for help and he only cleans it when it gets to the point where it distracts him from focusing on work. 

No worries though, his S/O doesn’t have to do all the housework for him, he’ll do it. He just needs to be reminded that he needs to every once in a while. 

Fred has a really bad temper, he doesn’t know where he gets it from but he tends to get angry easier than George, though Fred is better at letting it out so it doesn’t continue to bother him. 

His bad temper does mean that he used to brawl more with siblings as a kid, and it wasn’t unusual to see him with scrapes and bruises as a kid, much to Molly’s dismay. Fred didn’t mind though, he thought it made him look tough. 

Fred is more likely to get caught sneaking around because of his brash nature, he tends to forget just how quiet you have to be to avoid Mrs Norris in the corridors. 

Fred is certainly not an early bird but his favourite time of day is, in fact, the morning when the sun’s coming up. He only knows this because of Wood’s ridiculously early quidditch practices but there’s something about the way the world looks when it’s bathed in soft golden light that just hits different to Fred. 

Fred is a great team player, as much as he seems like he’s more selfish than George, if it’s regarding a team activity (like quidditch or a battle of sorts) he’ll completely lose all focus on himself and only try to ensure other’s safety and victory. This is also why he plays as a beater, he’s not afraid of getting hit at all when he’s focused on getting the bludgers away from his teammates. 

So if his s/o ever needs it, he’ll be there to help with anything: Needs to take a day off from work to take care of his sick s/o? no problem. Needs to stay up with his small child because his s/o is exhausted and needs rest? On it. Something as small as carrying groceries or books, making a cup of tea when the other is busy or doing the dishes is all on the list of things that Fred will happily do for his s/o, and often without having to be asked, he’ll just do it. 

Fred’s boggart is seeing his family members and/or his s/o hurt beyond what he can save. Essentially his worst fear is being helpless when he needs it most. 

One of those times was when George lost his ear. The first night when George was lying practically unconscious on the couch with blood everywhere was the worst night of Fred’s life, he truly felt so anxious and helpless and angry that he vomited and ended up passing out next to the couch after staying up till sunrise watching his brother like a hawk. 

He didn’t just sleepwalk when he was younger, he also often experienced nightmares, it’s only George, Molly and Arthur who remembers anything about this. 

They got less and less the older he got and he assumed that he’d never be bothered by them again until after the second wizarding war and the battle of Hogwarts. 

I don’t like to headcanon that he dies cause he didn’t and that’s final lol. I do, however, headcanon that Fred still gets hurt, since everyone in the explosion beside him seemed to sustain minor injuries, I just think that to even out with George losing his ear, he hurts his leg and needs a lot of retraining/a walking stick. I think that’d be a more fair/unfair ending for Fred who’s always full of energy having to have to adjust to living slowly for a little while (not permanently, I couldn’t do that to my boy). 

The boy has anxiety sometimes, ok. (just let me project for a second)

He didn’t know how much tension he usually holds in his body until he drank alcohol for the first time and felt his entire body loosen up and was like “huh this is new.” 

He doesn’t use alcohol to deal with it though, he prefers just talking to George about whenever he feels is stressing him out and that helps. A massage from his s/o to loosen him up doesn’t hurt either. 

Fred prefers to talk to his dad about his problems more than he prefers to talk to Molly, generally. 

His favourite body parts on his s/o: Shoulders, hips, hands. 

He loves to kiss, just in general, but he also loves kissing his s/o’s nose, forehead, neck, shoulder, etc. as little gestures of affection. 

He def. has a bit of a size kink, he loves being taller than his s/o. 

If Fred could have any pet he wanted, he’d probably want a dog, the bigger the better. He doesn’t think he has the time for a pet though. 

It was his idea to start breeding pygmy puffs, it’s the closest he’ll get to having a pet. 

I don’t know why but I feel like when Fred and his s/o are expecting and his s/o goes into labour he just panics. loses it, drops the binkie as we say in Denmark: Freaks the fuck out, if you will. He’s definitely the pacing and wringing his hands together type, though he probably tries his best to keep himself composed and chill during the whole thing whilst simultaneously hyperventilating. 

Fred doesn’t cry often but he sure as hell wept with pride when he held all his kids for the first time. 

Despite the notion that the twins often slip in a joke version of a sweet treat or something similar amongst the snacks at parties, Fred is strongly against tampering with drinks. He knows the connotations it holds and he doesn’t want anyone to be afraid they’d put something in it. If he wants you to test out their truth serum or a love potion, he’ll just ask you flat out and if you don’t want to, he’s not going to continue asking. 

Most of the detentions Fred has gotten from Snape come from times he’s spoken back to him when Snape’s been giving another student a rough time. He doesn’t regret it one bit. 

 If you ask Fred what his proudest accomplishment is, he’ll probably say that it’s having had enough restraint to not punch Umbridge in the face every time he saw her. 

On the note of Umbridge. It wasn’t her detentions with him that got his blood boiling, it was when she punished little kids (a la Nigel) for doing practically nothing, he understands that to an extent and by comparison, setting off a bunch of fireworks inside a building would harbour a harsher punishment, but making twelve-year-olds bleed for running in the halls or playing music or just doing things that twelve-year-olds will inevitably do, is something Fred doesn’t understand. That year pretty much any kid younger than him, or anyone who was too afraid to stand up for themselves, became Fred and George’s little siblings, and they’re very protective older brothers. Umbridge can vouch for that. 

He struggles with a lot of insecurity in his relationships, he always puts on a front of being extra funny and outgoing when he’s in a new relationship because he’s secretly afraid that the way he is isn’t good enough and that eventually, his s/o will see through him and leave because they don’t like the softer, more serious side of him. 

Fred is the godfather of all of George’s kids but is also the godparent of Hugo, Lily and Lucy. 

Fred loves business meetings, he sees them as a good challenge to practice his smooth talk. 

Fred spent his first salary from the shop on the most expensive bottle of champagne he could find and a new suit. 

Fred tried to get into whiskey, feeling like it’d make him a cool business owner type of man, so, with his second salary, he went out and bought a fancy-schmancy bottle of whiskey and the whole getup with a bottle and some cool glasses, and then invited Lee over to try it with him and George. 

They did not like it. Fred thought it tasted like what he imagined gasoline tastes like so they mostly used it as decorations, not having the heart to mix it with something. 

Fred doesn’t necessarily like PDA, it depends on what you mean. He likes being secretive. Pulling his s/o into an empty classroom, nook, hallway, secret pathway etc where anyone could wander in at any time and snogging her senseless is one of his favourite things to do. 

Fred knows how good he looks in his quidditch uniform and will absolutely use it against his s/o. (they’re gonna get spicy from here on so read with caution if you're in public)

Fred prefers giving more than receiving oral. 

He has a lot of energy, did you not think that would rub off (no pun intended) on his sex drive? He can go pretty much any time and place, and typically last at least two rounds. 

Also, his favourite position is having you on top. Okay, I'm gonna stop now. 

[ohmystars-marvel]

So...you’re mine, huh?

Pairing: Tony Stark x daughter!reader; Peter Parker x reader (eventually)

Word count: 1,808

Summary: When your mother passes, she wrote in her will if she passed when you were still a minor, guardianship would get passed to Tony Stark. You have no idea what their relationship was, despite both of them living their lives in the spotlight. However, for someone who lived in the spotlight, your mother held plenty of secrets.

A/N: Hi welcome to my first ever fic....please be gentle with me, I swear I’ll try to get better with time. Anyway, since this is my first, why not kick it off with a series?? Depending if you guys like it, I’ll try to post a second part in a couple days, just depends on how busy I am with homework.

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Tony was in a meeting when he found out that (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) died.  Notification after notification lit up his phone, and his phone practically fell off the conference table with the constant buzzing. He was standing up to leave the conference room when he finally checked his phone. His heart dropped within his chest. 

Sure, Pepper knows she’s the one for him, but (Y/M/N) was a different love and certainly from a different chapter of his life. Hell, (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) was one of his very few childhood friends, and probably his first love. It could be said that she’d match his intelligence, and when she couldn’t, she made it up with her wit and her own heartbreaker tendencies. She had that natural aura of capturing an entire room’s attention, even if she’s trying not to. 

A car crash. That’s what took out (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). A fucking car crash. God, he never expected something that normal to be the thing to take (Y/M/N) away from this world. He thought it would���ve been some kind of freaky accident, some stupid daredevil attempt that would kill her. God, the last time he saw her, it was years ago. He was still the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist he once was, and she was still the rebellious heartbreaker she once was. That night they both had far too much to drink to think clearly. Still, in a very (Y/M/N) fashion, she made the parts of the night that he can remember unforgettable. The weight of (Y/M/N)’s death hit in like a freight train. The only thing he could do sit back in the chair he was in before and just stare at the words on his phone:

CEO OF (Y/L/N) TECH INDUSTRIES KILLED BY CAR ACCIDENT WHILE HEADED TO AIRPORT

Pepper found him still sitting in his chair in shock. She approached him slowly, and gently put her hand on his shoulder. He flinched in his chair, unaware that Pepper even entered the room at all. He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose  with his hand, closing his eyes.

“I saw the news and I wanted to check on you. I’m sorry, Tony.” she said softly. 

Tony was still hiding his face with his own hand, but used his other hand to squeeze Pepper’s on his shoulder. Tony took another deep breath, and took his hand away from Pepper and his face and stood up.

“I’m gonna take the rest of the day off.” he mumbled to her, grabbing his phone from the desk and leaving the room abruptly.

Pepper tried to follow after him out into the hallway, but he had already entered the elevator, and closed the doors on her.

******

Tony spent all of his time in the lab for the next couple of days. He didn’t leave, he didn’t eat; he was deep in his grief and putting his emotions through working on one of his Iron Man suits. Well, he was until Peter came in. Peter cautiously approached the lab, holding up a greasy paper sack with a small smile and knocked on the glass door. Tony only looked up at Peter and went back to working. It was a small step, but he at least acknowledged someone. Peter entered the lab, and gently closed the door. He sat at one of the benches, watching Tony for a minute.

“I-I hope I’m not bothering you, Mr. Stark, but Mrs. Potts said you’ve been working on your suit, and I thought maybe you’d want some help! I was also patrolling the neighborhood earlier and this guy was getting mugged and so I captured the mugger and the guy paid me back in a couple of free cheeseburgers and fries and I thought maybe you’d like one as well. I didn’t really know how you like your cheeseburgers, so I just got them plain.” Peter rambled.

Peter placed the bag on the worktable and sat on the stool across from Tony.

“I understand if you don’t wanna talk, Mr. Stark. I was the same way when my Uncle Ben died. I didn’t really talk to anyone for weeks, so it’s okay if you don’t want to talk. I can just sit here and help. But I think you should at least eat though.” Peter mumbled the last sentence as he sat on a work stool across from Tony.

Tony paused for a second, and sighed. It was almost like he was debating within himself. Peter couldn’t tell which part of the internal battle Tony wanted to win, but he resumed to work on a part of one the arms. Peter just patiently watched from his stool, resting his head on the worktable underneath his hands. He zoned out for a little bit, unaware of how much time had passed with his head in the clouds.

“Hey, kid. You said you wanted to help, but here you are daydreaming. Come here and hold this panel back and a flashlight while I toy with the cables for a second.” Tony didn’t even look up when he spoke up.

Peter jumped from his stool eagerly and did an overeager walk/jog over to help Tony. He held the panel and used the flashlight on his phone, trying to give Tony a good amount of light.

“Hold it higher and a little to the right.” Tony instructed.

Peter stood like that for a little while, despite his arms starting to get tired. He was determined though to power through it. After all, Mr. Stark trusted him with this task, so he should be able to uphold it.

“She was one of those types of women that when they were told they wouldn’t be able to do something, she’d go and prove them wrong. She started up her own tech company in order to prove to her own father that she could’ve been a worthy heir to his job within Stark Industries. God, the look on his face when at her first gala when she called him out in front of hundreds of people that attended. I’ll never forget that.” Tony softly chuckled. 

“She sounds like she was an amazing person, Mr. Stark.”

He put down his tools and eyed the bag of cheeseburgers and fries that were getting cold. 

“Maybe those cheeseburgers were a good idea, kid.” Tony smirked at Peter, who Peter smiled right back at.

Peter stayed for a couple more hours after that, and Tony talked of (Y/M/N) and the adventures that he had shared with her (keeping the stories strictly PG-13 of course) until Aunt May called Peter’s phone. Naturally, Tony covered for Peter before calling Happy to get the car to drive Peter home. When the car was ready, Pepper went down to the lab and told Peter Happy was ready whenever he was. Peter left with a quick goodbye, breezing past Pepper. 

“So, you used the kid to get me to open up, huh?” Tony raised an eyebrow at her.

“Tony, you practically locked yourself in here! You wouldn’t eat or talk to any of us, what was I to do? Besides, talking to him made you feel better, didn’t it?”

“I won’t say that it did, but if you put me in a courtroom, I would say yes to the lawyer.”

“Well it’s nice to hear your sarcasm again. I also came down to tell you that they’ve decided to give (Y/M/N) a funeral service and I think you should go.”

“Of course I’d go. What day did they decide on?” 

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Pepper, how long have you been sitting on this information?” Tony demanded, visibly upset. 

“Oh I’m sorry. Next time when you’re that deep in grief? I’ll still make you do missions or other Avengers activities.” Pepper responded, just as upset. 

“I don’t want to argue over this anymore. What time does it start tomorrow?” 

“Eleven. Do you want me to go with you?”

“No...this is something I’ve got to do by myself. Besides, imagine what will appear in the news. No offense, Pep, but it’ll look bad if you show up. It’ll be a field day of Stark’s new versus old girlfriend. I don’t want that for you and for her legacy.”

“I understand. Just...at least let Happy take you in the car?”

“Of course.” Tony briefly kissed her cheek and left the lab.

******

The next morning when Tony arrived at the address for the funeral, the press was already swarming his car. When he was just barely climbing out his car, there were 2 cameras being shoved into his face. Happy helped him get the front door by shoving the cameras down, and yelling at them to be more respectful. After all, it was a funeral, not the red carpet. 

When Tony went inside, he was surprised by the amount of people. It was an even mixture of other CEOs from other technology based businesses and people (Y/M/N) would’ve known personally. He could pinpoint all of the CEOs naturally, but was struggling to place the others. Perhaps they worked under (Y/M/N) or he recognized some of them from old social media posts (Y/M/N) posted. Tony went around passing niceties with those that were familiar to him. There was one person that he couldn’t place, however. It was a teenage girl, who was seated in the first row. An older man was sitting next to her, with his arm around her and rubbing her shoulder in a fatherly way. 

He as well didn’t recognize the older man, but it definitely wasn’t (Y/M/N)’s father. He suffered a stroke years ago, a couple of months after the gala, and didn’t recover. (Y/M/N)’s mother died from heartbreak months later. (Y/M/N) wasn’t very close to her parents, but he remembered how hard it still was to lose both of her parents within that time frame. He kept staring at the two in the front, despite trying to hold conversations with others and trying not to appear rude. Someone that he talked to, an awfully gossip kind of woman, caught him staring at the girl once again. The woman smiled knowingly.

“Don’t recognize her?” she asked, almost too sweetly.

The woman giggled. “She’s not an intern, Mr. Stark. That is in fact, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Her daughter.”

Daughter? A million thoughts ran through Tony’s head, but before he could even ask the woman how she knew, he was interrupted.

“If everyone would like to find their seats, we would like to begin” the older man stood at a podium, speaking into the microphone, leaving Tony stranded with his thoughts. 

Daughter?

[stellar-imagines]

HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝Mineta’s harassment.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta ]

「Headcanons of Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki and Aizawa defending their S/O when Mineta harasses them.」

MIDORIYA IZUKU

♤ Let's be real, Midoriya is nice to everyone. He can't really say that he's close with the class's pervert but he just thinks he's a friend/classmate, nothing more, nothing less. It's usually Kaminari and Mineta who talk about girls. Unlike Kaminari who knows his limits, Mineta often takes it too far. So when Mineta and Kaminari were talking about girls, he's usually at lost, unsure of what to say and ends up just nodding to whatever they were saying.

♤ Everyone knows that Midoriya tries to solve everything with words and through communication, he rarely resorts with force and violence. Just talking about you was fine but he gets really unhappy when Mineta is talking about your boobs, ass or whatever. This boy just tells Mineta to stop treating his girlfriend like some sort of meat and respect her as a person.

♤ He gets super uncomfortable when he notices Mineta looking at your direction and giving you that look, the one akin to when a drunkard has his eyes looked on a woman. Midoriya is silently glaring at his friend and hoping that you wouldn't notice this pervert's eyes on you. He tries to ignore it but if the staring had gone for far too long, he takes it upon himself to reprimand Mineta to look somewhere else.

♤ If you're the type who can stand up for themselves, Midoriya's worries lessen. He'd still be there to make sure Mineta doesn't take things too far. However, if you're the quiet-shy type who has social anxiety 24/7, he's on full offense and defense. He makes sure to stick by your side or at least have the girls accompany you.

♤ When it does get too far, Midoriya would step in front of you, glaring at his classmate with a furious look in his eyes. He tries not to expose you to violence. But when Mineta is talking about you behind your back, he won't hesitate to hit Mineta if he touches you inappropriately. And it won't be those gentle slaps. It will be One For All 100% or Shoot Style. And viola, the filth of Class 1-A had been removed!

♤ Conclusion, he won't hesitate to beat the shit out of anyone who dares to make you uncomfortable, cry or anything. And you bet he's gonna throw someone off a cliff if someone dares to hurt you.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

☆ Bakugou pretends to not pay attention to you but he actually is. To begin with, he sneaked glances at you when he thinks no one was looking and he was pretty damn good at it. This goes on until you start dating. Until one day, Kirishima spots him looking at you and all hell breaks loose. 

☆ Without you noticing, Bakugou became your boyfriend and at the same time, a guard dog. He's very observant and he prefers to trail behind you a bit when walking together. But he can't escape when you want to hold hands.  If someone dares to make fun of you, that person might as well just play dead because Bakugou is gonna hunt them down and make them regret saying whatever they said about you.

☆ Okay, everyone knows not to mess with Bakugou's territory you, or they will face serious consequences. It's not a rule that he established himself, that reminder is drilled into their heads the moment your relationship was revealed.

☆ So that one time Mineta decides to harass you were either before you were dating or when no one knew that you were dating yet. Whether he just talks about you or stares at you, Bakugou is already storming over and planning a murder. If he goes as far as to touch you. Guess what, Shinsou? There's a seat open for you. Welcome to 1-A.

☆ Whether Mineta is aware of your relationship or not, he won't get off the hook that easily. The girls are there to beat his ass for you if you're too shaken. Maybe it was because Bakugou never did anything when Mineta was up to no good, that the pervert thinks that doing his usual thing was not a problem. But, he was so wrong when he met Bakugou's deadly gaze. His looks can kill. The blonde didn't even have the chance to use his quirk because his looks alone were enough to make Mineta retreat.

☆ Bakugou looks freaking scary when it happens that it haunts your classmates for a long time. It will take them a long time to find something scarier than the look on Bakugou's face when someone messes with you. Stage fright? What is that? Think about this then you'll forget about that stupid fright.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

♡ Similarly to Midoriya, he chooses not to use unnecessary violence. Most of the time, he tries to talk it out. To begin with, Todoroki wasn't well acquainted with most of his classmates. He's usually chill with everything. Just like some of his classmates, he never really paid any heed to Mineta when he was talking about girls.

♡ But now that he's dating you, he's gotten more conscious of what people say. He might be a bit dense when it comes to relationships but he's learning! He's able to identify jealousy and all the weird, fluttery feelings he gets around you. But when Mineta starts talking excitedly about your features, he was able to separate the feeling fro jealousy quite easily. It was just pure disgust.

♡ Now, Todoroki doesn't really speak and only does so when it's necessary. He never said anything when the pervert is talking about the girls and all that. For starters, Mineta is a pervert who frequently lusts after and sexually harasses his female classmates, even though that's far from a hero should do. Boy gets mad when Mineta brings your name up.

♡ Todoroki opts to glare at Mineta when he talks about you, a disapproving stare sent his way. When his glaring does nothing to solve the situation, he will warn Mineta with words, telling him to stop because it's really disrespectful. He tries to stay calm and manages to do so, at least in expression-wise but deep inside, he's troubled. He doesn't like other guys talking about you like that. Sure you had the looks that attracted several men but he can't blame you.

♡ When Mineta takes it too far, to the point you were starting to get uncomfortable and bothered by his comments, Todoroki gets a bit serious, knowing how words weren't the best way to solve this. He didn't want to resort to threats but with the way you were behaving, he can't control himself. He tries to keep casualties to a minimum so he would step forward and face Mineta, glaring at him with eyes that say 'You piss me off, I will turn you into a block of ice'.

♡ Afterward, Mineta never had the guts to talk about you inappropriately. Todoroki sticks close to you from then on, not wanting anyone making you uncomfortable again.

AIZAWA SHOUTA

♧ Aizawa is seriously sick of everything. He always shows up in class looking ready to pass out at any second. His students were usually rowdy, making noise before he showed up for homeroom. There was the group of daredevils who annoyed Bakugou, Mineta screaming about something and Iida's loud voice that tried to overwhelm the crowd, barking orders to make them keep it down.

♧ You happen to be a teacher who was in charge of helping him with stuff, to put it simply, you were like an assistant of some sort. And he was so grateful that you were there to help if not, he would've been twice as tired than he is normally. He has students' homework to grade, wake up early every day, deal with his students and many other things. 

♧ Let's face it, everyone is annoyed with Mineta. He was always making lewd comments about girls and in some cases, going as far as to harass them. Aizawa was rarely there to stop him but it seems like everyone in Class 1-A deal with that annoying grape pervert. Something that he's really grateful of. He trusts his students to deal with whatever problems themselves but he makes sure that they know he's there if they need help with anything.

♧ It was no surprise that you had been a target of Mineta's harassment. He drools over any women it seems. You were mature enough to handle the situation yourself but it didn't change the fact that it was annoying you. On one hand, he's very proud to see you standing up for yourself and the students. However, he's irritated at the fact that he can't just expel him on the spot.

♧ Aizawa usually looks like he doesn't care but when push comes to shove, he's not afraid to speak his mind. After all, he is known to expel students who he feels are not suited for UA, he's rigid and strict when necessary, and also has little tolerance for disobedient behavior. Doesn't hesitate to threaten Mineta when Aizawa catches him harassing anyone.

♧ He's very mature about the issue. Makes sure that you're alright before dealing with the issue—aka Mineta by disposing of him in many different ways. Ties him up and throws him into the trash, because that’s where he belongs. Takes you by the hand and cuddles ensure. And during those cuddle sessions, he reminds you not to wear any weird clothing.

♧ “Listen to me, I want to make an announcement, from today onwards, Shinsou Hitoshi will be your classmate. Don’t be annoying. Mineta? I don’t know, he dropped out or something.”

Total: 1623 words Published: 21.08.2019

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19. [5:57 pm]

“Please Miss, please! I have to sit with Y/N.” The boy begged his primary school teacher while tugging her shirt with his sweaty palms. He started to tear up and his lips began to wobble.

“Youngjae, calm down.” His form teacher, a sweet lady in her late thirties, bent down to his height and held his hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t have to get on the roller coaster ride if you don’t want to.”

“But I-I… I promised Y/N I would do it.” The seven-year-old boy admitted, his cheeks flaring up in embarrassment. “I want to do it, Miss. She told me she’ll help me get over my fear of heights.”

“Are you sure about this?” Her eyes flashed in concern, fully aware of the boy’s crippling fear of anything tall and high.

“I-I’m positive.” Youngjae answered determinedly as he dragged his fists across his eyes, clearing away tiny, warm droplets of tears.

“Go ahead, then. Y/N is waiting for you. I’m proud of you for taking on this challenge, Youngjae. I’ll treat you to an ice cream once you’re done.” The teacher patted his head as a form of encouragement, hoping to provide the boy with some extra strength.

“Thank you, Miss! I’ll see you later!” He yelled excitedly as his little legs carried him towards you, waving with enthusiasm.

“Hurry up, slowpoke! There’s no queue for the roller coaster yet. If we hurry we’ll be able to make it onto the next one.” You urged him as the two of you ran to the front of the queue, waiting eagerly for the ride to return.

Youngjae was certain that his teacher’s pep talk helped him feel braver and more willing to face his fear, however the moment the over-the-shoulder restraint came crashing down, a sudden flare of panic appeared within his stomach. He wrapped his arms around the rubbery material for security, but it did little to dispel the growing sense of horror.

“You alright?” You turned towards him, your face split into a giant smile as the ride began to move at a gentle pace. You were quite the daredevil and loved the thrill of extreme rides, so it came as no surprise that you gleefully dragged your best friend onto this roller coaster.

“I-” Youngjae took a huge, forceful gulp as he looked beyond your face and saw the amusement park grounds gradually shrink.

“Look at me, Youngjae. Don’t look down, just look at me.” You said firmly, trying your best to comfort him.

“Can I… Can I hold your hand?” He asked in a small voice, barely audible amongst the roar of the wind from such a height. “Please?”

You grasped his hand with both of yours tightly. “Don’t look down.” You repeated, aware that the ride was about to approach its first drop. “Look forwards, or look at me, okay? You’ll be fine. You’re safe here with me.”

The boy nodded nervously, physically and mentally preparing himself for the ride of his life.

Needless to say, Youngjae screamed and screeched the whole way until his throat was sore and his voice, hoarse, while hanging onto your hands with a death grip.

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The sensation of your ears popping as the elevator ascended to the thirty-eighth floor was a mild discomfort, but you were too busy basking in the comforting heat provided by the elevator’s heater that enveloped your chilly body. Beside you, an excited twenty-one-year-old Youngjae bounced on the balls of his feet, both in anticipation and to warm up his frozen extremities. He couldn’t wait to exit the metal box and get a glimpse of the birds’ eye view of Sapporo, covered in a thick blanket of white snow.

The moment a sharp ding sounded from the speakers, he promptly intertwined his gloves-clad fingers with yours and yanked you towards the huge windows, unable to wait any longer. You allowed him to drag you around the three-hundred-and-sixty-degrees observation deck of the JR Tower, feeling a strong sense of déjà-vu from a particular primary school trip to the amusement park with the same boy.

Back then, seven-year-old Youngjae had timidly asked for your permission before holding your hands. The little boy with a paralysing fear of heights who was beyond terrified of roller coaster had agreed to give the ride a shot, on the sole condition that he was sitting right next to you. While eight-year-old you were fairly certain that you temporarily lost all sense of hearing for the remainder of the afternoon after his notorious screaming, you were so, so proud of him for overcoming his fear. Somewhere between the third and fourth drop of the ride, you even remembered hearing his familiar laughter, indicating that he did indeed enjoy himself.

The Youngjae staring at Sapporo’s night view with a wondrous expression was entirely different. Throughout the years, the little boy who was a couple of inches shorter than you had overtook you in height and grown up to be a fine-looking young man. He even sat on a few more roller coasters (always with you by his side), had warmed to the idea of dancing on rooftops and wouldn’t mind standing on a cliff lookout after a challenging hike.

Feeling an overwhelming sense of pride blossoming in your chest, you fished out your phone and sneaked a photo of your interlocked hands, complete with a backshot of Youngjae and the amazing night view as the background. You typed a short caption and posted it onto Instagram, smiling to yourself in satisfaction.

“Babe, look! Isn’t that Mt. Moiwa? We took the cable car up to the peak yesterday afternoon!” He exclaimed, body leaning as close as possible to the glass as he stuck a pointed finger in the direction of the popular sightseeing spot.

Another thing you were proud of was the fact that your boyfriend agreed to get onto the mountain’s cable car in the first place. Its four walls were made of crystal-clear glass and there were no seatings available. Despite the fact that he stuck as close to the centre and as far away from the windows as possible, you were pleasantly surprised at his bravery. “The map says it is!” You replied, indicating to the large map on the wall beside the window. “And that must be the rooftop Ferris wheel, the one we saw on the way to our Airbnb.”

Youngjae nodded in agreement. The two of you stood in silence for a while with his arm coming around to hug you close to his side as you took in the breathtaking view of the twinkling city lights. As a flurry of snow blew across your line of sight, you felt utterly content with your choice of destination for your graduation trip – Hokkaido in the north of Japan.

“I’m really happy that we decided to visit Sapporo.” Youngjae murmured before bending down to place a cheeky peck on your lips.

“I was thinking the same thing. Also, this view is beautiful.” You sighed dreamily. “We should take a couple of selfies to make the boys jealous. This definitely beats partying by the beach in Bali.”

Youngjae chuckled at your words. Just as the two of you were getting into position and trying out different angles, a loud growl from your stomach interrupted your photo-taking session. “You’re hungry already?” Youngjae asked in disbelief. “We just had egg sandwiches and fried chicken from Lawson a few hours ago. I swear your stomach is like a bottomless pit.”

You gave him a playful shove at that. “Let’s quickly take the photos and grab dinner. I really want to try out this famous Soup Curry place near the Susukino tram station.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

On the way down to the ground floor, you checked your messaging app and found two messages from Youngjae’s hyungs.

JayB [6:01 pm] Thank you Y/N for your hard work throughout these years in helping our Youngjae with his acrophobia~

Markk [6:03 pm] He used to freak out and cry when he was younger, our little Youngjae is all grown up now….

[murdersexual]

So... When are you going to post that LeoPika fic? 👀👀👀

Mane bet... 😏 But I might delete it later! Here’s part one!

🚨WARNING!🚨

Rated MA for Mature Audiences only. NSFW.

Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, Gambling, Gun Violence.

NOT COMPLETELY PROOFREAD.

May have a few out of character instances for I wrote this around 3am, so please excuse that.

✨Ship/Pairing✨:

LeoPika (Leorio x Kurapika)

March 3rd, XXXX, En route to World Resorts Casino, around 9:47pm:

The weather in Yorknew hadn’t exactly started to reflect that it’s close to Springtime yet. It’s still cold and snowy but that wasn’t going to stop the event that’s being hosted by some of the biggest names in Underground Crime.

We’re talking about a night full of sex, drugs, alcohol, gambling and music.

It’s also the night of Leorio’s 21st birthday and he’s in town, steaming hot for he’s yet to receive a ‘happy birthday’ call from a certain Mafia Leader with the most gorgeous of light blonde hair. However, that’s not all... In general, Leorio is ultimately tired of trying so hard to be the glue to what’s considered an already unfixable relationship. The point of his visit this time is to give Kurapika a piece of damn mind for what may be the final time.

What a way to spend his birthday, right?

The hot blooded koi fish found himself strolling down the cold streets of Yorknew by his lonesome. His enticing hazel gaze is relative to the weather... Cold and piercing. He wore the meanest of faces with his lips decorated in a sheer pout. Then his face and ears are red from the whipping of the snow and frosty winds. The thoughts that went around his sophisticated skull only ruses him further. With each step he took, the snow crunched beneath his expensive waterproof combat boots. The sound gave him a slight sense of calm—one that managed to steal attention momentarily.

“I forgot the last time I’ve even enjoyed the Winter...”

The words came rolling off his tongue. His eyes slightly softened as he now comes to a brief halt, a soft sigh exhales from the tall doctor-to-be. He finds the dark sky that slowly drops the small white flakes. Being the jovial spirit he knows he could be, he sticks his tongue out and catches a few of them. His handsome features are now graced with a soft smile only to see the lights of his destination illuminate the skyline. With a low growl, he’s reminded of his current goal.

“Bet even YOU won’t see me coming...”

His icy glare returns and the tone of his voice has lost all signs of benevolence. His words came out way darker than they should’ve.

But can you blame him though?

Continuing his traverse through the snowy lands of the busy city, he adjusts his earmuffs while now stuffing his gloved hands back into his long black winter coat. The brunette’s hair is messy and filled with snowflakes, such a look makes him appear rather gentle despite his mood. His trademark circular shades are gently shaded from the current weather but that doesn’t stop him from seeing now does it?

‘When I get there, I promise this time I’m gonna knock his fucking lights out.’

The thought got his adrenaline flowing. Now he yearns to cause physical damage. The question is... will it actually happen? This IS Kurapika here. He’s not gonna sit there and take that shit, UNLESS... he ACTUALLY accepts such a punishment.

Leorio knows how aggressive he can be but he is more angry than sad. He won’t ever come to say it...

But the idea of not being called on his birthday genuinely hurt him.

It felt like a slap in the face, especially for everything he’s done. He’d never miss any birthdays or special occasions and it’s to the point where he feels like it’s only him who thinks that way.

‘I give too fucking much to not get much—better yet, NOTHING in return!’

Being a person with a heart the size of the world this is the curse: to always be dealt a hand that’s never going to win. Knowing him? He wants to break that curse and by default there’s no better way to do it than to throw hands. His actions always spoke louder anyways.

Crossing a few streets and nearly fighting one of the people who almost hit him, he finally makes it to his destination—World Resorts Casino. Entering through the slide open glass doors, the bright slots, signs that point to everything and even the neon-like decor nearly blinded him. The smell of expensive imported cigars, cigarettes, various alcohol and a multitude of different colognes and perfumes filled the air. His nose burned from the mixture of scents all around. A low grunt emits as he now removes his gloves and earmuffs. Stuffing both in his pocket, he proceeds to walk ahead while undoing his silver buckle, his finely seamed gold buttons and his golden zipper. It revealed the finest of outfits!

He’s wearing a sleek black slim fit blazer that fits rather nicely around his muscular arms, a jet black satin button up that’s halfway unbuttoned at the top and neatly tucked in his matching sleek slacks that’s accented with a gold buckle Gucci belt. Tapping his feet to rid of the snow from the bottom, he walks on ahead only to meet one of the Casino Bunnies.

“Welcome to the World Resorts Casino, my fine gentleman! If you’re looking for the event labelled ‘How To Play Russian Roulette With a Criminal Mastermind’, it’s from the second floor on up! Here’s a complimentary welcome drink! May you enjoy your time here~!”

Giving a quick bow, the busty beauty now switches away, her semi-exposed cheeks had a little bit of a wiggle to them much like her makeshift bunny tail. With a smirk as he watches her, he stirs his drink and takes a sip, now charmed by how well it’s mixed.

“Not bad!”

Heading to the stairs that’s decorated in the cutest of roulette wheel numbers, he heads up, his ears are open and listening to the music that’s being played. He hums while trying to figure out what floor Kurapika may be on...

Speaking of him?

Kurapika’s right hand reaches for the roulette wheel, the midnight blue and black ombré nail polish that was still on his hands matched with the blue and purple ambience that is on the 8th floor. In his left, he held a half empty shot glass, now proceeding to spin the wheel. His right leg is crossed over his left, his foot gently swung to the beat, a soft smirk now decorating his face for he’s caught up hosting the Roulette Table.

“What’s your bets?”

He asked the two players, a woman in a black short evening dress that seemed one size too small, her breasts looked as if they were about to pop out of it and her bodacious hips, butt and thighs made the dress rise to the point her black g-string nearly showed. But it’s a good thing she has her legs crossed right?

“I’ll take all even on red, my kind sire~”

Her voice cooed, almost in a flirtatious tone towards him. To be honest, she’s been debating on attempting to charm him since his grand appearance earlier in the night. He knew that just from her gestures and body language alone. Those light grey orbs swished over to the woman beside her, she held herself up, a cigarette now being doused out in an ashtray, she wears a smile on her ruby red lips as she now casually blows smoke into the air.

“Mmm, can luck be a lady tonight~? I think I’ll take all even on black, hun~”

Sipping the little bit of cognac that’s left in his shot glass, he sets it down and looks to the wheel while mentally trying to calculate who’s going to win this round.

“How much?”

The busty lady was quick to answer...

“I’ll put 100 genie on my red~”

The ruby red lipstick lady smirked at her.

“Hmph, I’m a bit of a daredevil, so I’ll do 700 on my black~”

With that being said, he spins the wheel and actually narrows his choice down to who’s going to win.

‘Ruby, otherwise she wouldn’t have bet so much. She’s confident that all black on even will be victorious. And she’s not wrong... Tara’s bet was a safe one so there’s a lack of confidence in her choice. I know I’m the reason why she’s picked red... I have my earring to blame.’

“And the winner is...”

His eyes carefully watched the wheel as it began to slow up. The tiny little ball clicked and clanged until it fell onto...

Black, 26.

“Ruby.”

‘Just as I thought.’

Indeed, he knew it and with a gasp of disbelief, Tara pouts before reaching in between her breasts and pulling out a total of 800 genie. She hands it over to Ruby who takes it and waves it like a fan over her.

“Mmm, I can smell that vanilla perfume with a hint of boob sweat~ You were nervous weren’t you, doll face~?”

Tara gives an eye roll and crosses her arms over her chest.

“Hmph! What’s it to ya? Ya won already!”

She squeaks angrily. Getting up from her chair, Ruby wanders over and stands behind her before leaning down and wrapping her arms around her, she plants a kiss on her cheek before using her alcohol tinged tongue to sensually lick the shell of her ear before nipping at it and tugging on it. She purrs playfully.

“Better behave yourself, kitten~”

A soft squeak emits from Tara who huffs softly. She hates how she plays at one of her many weaknesses.

“Oh fine! But you’re on the couch tonight!”

“As long as my face is between your legs, I’m fine with that.”

The exchange between the two didn’t really surprise the blonde. As a Mafia Leader, he’s come to accept the shit he’s gonna see on a pretty regular basis. Taking his ice cubes and holding them into his cheeks he sets up for the next spin only to receive a call.

“Ugh...”

He knew whose voice it was off the back. He blinks his eyes closed as he slides the answer icon to the right and places it to his ear.

“What...?”

On the other line, that soft voice of Melody’s muttered...

“You have a visitor on his way to you... He seems very pissed...”

But who exactly is SHE referring to?

‘Oh don’t tell me...’

“Who…?”

He was enticed to ask anyways.

“I think it’s Leorio! I-I’m not sure, the only heartbeat I recognise that’s this fast and full of anger is yours though... It doesn’t seem like him at all...”

His eyes found the sky as he worded ‘my dear family, I do apologise, but fuck me gently with a fucking chainsaw, please, speed on low and blades on extra sharp.’ He made Tara and Ruby giggle for they read his lips perfectly. With a gentle sigh, he asks...

“Okay... so is it him or not…? I’m in the middle of hosting the roulette table...”

Her answer would’ve been immediate for she could hear the irritation starting to ruse. But before she could answer, she was spotted by the angry Leorio. His eyes glinted as he knew she was snitching.

“U-Uh!”

“MELODY!! TELL THAT FUCKER I SAID... BE READY TO FUCKING FIGHT!!”

Now leaning to his left hand to pinch his nose bridge a dreaded sigh left Kurapika.

“...Great.”

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I see that you’ve made it this far... This is ONLY part one. I currently have three full parts. So if you’d like to see the rest? Let me know! (EWW I CANNOT WRITE WTF! 🥲) I do apologise if this is all over the place but I knew that I’d get asked to post this some time around!

[shibalen]

HIYA! This is me ✨ anon! I was about to sleep when you posted this gajshsjs better do it fast- Okay so, I would like a romantic match-up for Akatsuki no Yona and Haikyuu! I dont think I'll be able to summon those other emojis so I would like music box and jewellery box uwu. My nickname is Oya! I am a female with long straight black hairs and black eyes and I wear glasses. I am smol, 160cm, and a bit on the chubby side :"). I am a INTP-T so this shows I am an introverted person. ✨(1/2)✨

I also have trust issues so its really hard for me to open up to new people but once I get to know them I'll never leave their side. I also have anger issues so I bust out at the wrong time hahaha. I love to sleep, eat and be lazy all day doing nothing. If something interests me I would get obsessed with it. I have a disliking towards dogs because of some encounters in the past TvT. Just a little fun fact- sometimes I purr like a kitty 🐯. ✨(2/3)✨ (me made a little mistake I think-)

In a relationship, I would place loyalty and trust over everything else! Oh and I just saw that do you own many plants? Damn my house has like its own garden on the roof. Thanks for this and remember to always take care of yourself and stay safe 🌸 ✨(3/3)✨

♡︎ matchup for ✨anon

howdy! i'm so glad you made it on time. i really hope you enjoy your matches!

akatsuki no yona: i match you with . . .

shin-ah !!

• i know you two sound too similar to be matched but i promise once you come to trust each other the result is the most beautiful !!

• as an intp-t you are easy-going, have rich imagination and don't need extravagant objects in your life to feel happy. i am 100% sure Shin-ah would love these qualities in a lover.

• also, you need not look further for someone loyal and trustworthy because Shin-ah is the perfect example of those traits. no one will cherish you like he does. for you he'd go to the moon and back ♡︎

• he's a little difficult to understand sometimes but over time you learn to read his body language and tone of voice to determine how he's feeling. your bond exceeds the limits of words. it is something much deeper, almost spiritual.

• your relationship development was no doubt a long road, seeing as both of you were rather guarded at first, but i believe it was something that also brought you together.

• before you were ready to join the rest of the gang by the fire during dinners, you would sit by yourself. Shin-ah, being a shy boy but also knowing you were on your guard, began slowly sitting closer to you every time. it was little things like that which made you become closer.

• you grew together very naturally, respecting each others' boundaries until there were almost none between you two (o´ω`o)

• it's so lovely how you're always by each others side, not perhaps always talking but doing things like napping, eating and walking side-by-side. anybody can see what a cute couple you make.

• i'm telling you he's in love with how much passion you have for your interests. when you're telling him about all the plants you like or a crazy dream you had he'd mostly be quiet, hanging on your every word.

• but sometimes you'll catch him with a small smile or muttering "tell me more". you're like his own ray of sunshine

• once to explain it to him, i think he'll be fairly good at understanding your outbursts. he lived with Ao for a long time and knows when someone is under pressure.

• he'll try his best to help you. he has a very calm energy so being about him definitely has a good influence. will very gently reach out to you to get you away from your source of anger. "Oya, let's go."

• giving you his fluff when you're cold !! if you invite him to snuggle up to you, might catch a glimpse of him holding back tears before turning away to wipe them off.

• and speaking of, napping with Shin-ah is the best experience you can ask for: he's so soft and warm, and sometimes he'll hold onto you in his sleep like a small child— gets teased by Jae-Ha about it later shhh

• poor bby gets a little insecure when someone's flirting with you or even having your attention for a little too long :( if you're comfortable with it then he just subtly sulks in the background but if not then he'll be by your side in a second to ward off the character.

• when you're feeling shy or uncomfortable he'll either pull you close to hide within his fluff or pet your head. though he doesn't speak much, his actions speak for themselves.

• he brings you flowers and puts them in your hair. the contrast of your dark hair and light petals make it look like you have a tiny garden on your head, it makes Shin-ah's heart flutter to the point you can see his blush ♡︎

• your dates include romantic moonlit walks in a forest, firefly viewing, napping, making flower crowns and exploring new towns you travel to !!

♫︎ music box

— Dandelions by Ruth B.

— Talk To Me by Cavetown

— Lost In You by Khai Dreams

— Sunshine by Keaton Stormberg

— Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab

♡︎ runner up: Jae-ha

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

haikyuu: i match you with . . .

lev haiba !!

• i know for a fact Lev would l o v e your innovative and curious way of thinking as an intp-t !! also you're chill but don't open up much at first so that raises his curiosity towards you.

• you were classmates but hung around in too different circles to interact properly until . . . you both fell asleep in the same class. the teacher sent you to the corridor to think about your actions.

• while you were feeling embarrassed, Lev was a little cranky that his nap was interrupted and how sleepy he still was. he told you there was nothing to be embarrassed about since it was school in the first place that made you tired.

• despite your differences in personality (and you finding him kind of intimidating), Lev was super friendly and kept talking about volleyball and asking you questions. even afterward he came to talk to you because he honestly found you so pretty and smart and wanted to get to know you more ♡︎

• you soon noticed it was easy to trust him but it wasn't until another while that he asked you out. of course, he wanted to do it sooner but both Kuroo and Yaku said to make sure you were completely comfortable with him first.

• he brought you over to watch when they were having a practice match with Fukurodani. it was great.

• "Oya? " "Oya oya?" "Oya oya oya." i'm sorry i had to

• mate, you guys have over a 30cm height difference !! it's almost a second nature for this boy to pick you up, hug you and spin you around. you drown in his jersey but you know he loves it.

• you don't have to worry about hurting him when getting angry: sunshine boy lets it go easily. he'll only focus of making you feel better by joking around. "it's okay, Oya! compared to Yaku-san you're an angel!"

• when he first heard you purring he was like (´•ω•`)? but then changed to ((っ･ω･)っ lemme hold you you're too cute asdfghjk

• but you know he can be such a blabbermouth sometimes. when he's with the rest of the Nekoma team he can't help but talk about you. how excited you are about your interests, how adorable you are when you're napping, the list never ends, oh dear (¯∇¯٥)

• the boys can't decide whether it's cute or cringe that he has like a hundred pictures of you on his phone and his phone's background is a selfie of the two of you with edited cat ears and whiskers.

• spoiler: it's cute af and it makes him grin everytime he looks at it

• if there aren't any upcoming exams or games you meet up every saturday just to laze around and take it easy. when he gets stressed or is under the weather so being with you is the perfect relief.

• during a particularly rough week he'll complain what sounds like every second of the day. he'll be very whiny and touchy with you until and if you tell him to stop. but at least please hold his hand on your way home !!

• you do dumb but cute stuff together while hanging out like competing who can fit more popcorn in their mouth or doing the duck face with pringles chips and see who will laugh first (it's Lev)

• he can't remember all the types of plants you own so he names them himself. whenever he comes over he'll wave at them and call them something like Tom, Jeffrey or RedWheels666 lol

• a very fulfilling relationship: you provide the down-to-earth approach and the braincells while Lev is the social daredevil that is spontaneous enough for both of you.

• dates with the two of you include stay-at-home dinners with movies, cosy blanket and cuddles, karaoke nights, walks in the park and by ponds as well as visits to zoos and aquariums !!

𑁍 jewellery box

— favourite memory with you:

when you went on a school trip to a beach resort and after a long day of playing beach volleyball and hanging out with friends you two sneaked out to walk along the beach. you were sharing some snacks and chatting away. it was the first time you truly opened up to him. he remembers watching you smile so wide, so beautifully and being absolutely whipped.

— favourite activity to do together:

as much as he l o v e s napping with you, Lev's favourite activity together is, in fact, training. sounds strange, i know, but you don't even have to be athletic or do anything at all, he just likes having you there because you motivate him to do his best. you joke around, and count his pushups—if you're in a gym everyone else is jelly.

— favourite place to kiss you:

your stomach and cheeks. sometimes he challenges you to tickle fights just so he can peck your face with kisses or your belly. they're so soft he can't resist ♡︎

— favourite nicknames to call you by:

baby, because i know he just would. also your nickname and bean because that's what he called you before he knew your name so now it's a running gag between y'all.

— favourite thing about you:

probably that you're just as curious as him about your surroundings. it means that you join in when he gets excited over something instead of scolding him. you also don't mind his blunt nature and know he means well ♡︎

♡︎ runner up: Hajime Iwaizumi

there you go! thank you for the sweet words, i do try taking care though sometimes it's hard (✿^‿^) don't forget to take time off for yourself, dear ♡︎

[aion-rsa]

Marvel’s Loki Episode 3: MCU Easter Eggs and References

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This article contains Marvel’s Loki episode 3 spoilers.

Marvel’s Loki episode 3 is a big one. It’s the first episode of the series to spend the entirety of its runtime outside of the TVA offices, the first where we get to spend a substantial amount of time with the mysterious Sylvie, and the coolest visit to an extraterrestrial location we’ve had in the MCU since Avengers: Endgame.

It’s a big one, and there’s lots of cool MCU things you might have missed, or might not know about from the pages of Marvel Comics…and more!

Here’s what we found in Marvel’s Loki episode 3. 

Lamentis

The planet Lamentis was introduced in the pages of Annihilation: Conquest Prologue (the very story that established the modern incarnation of the Guardians of the Galaxy). It exists on the outer rim of the Kree empire and is filled with scavengers trying to gather scarce resources via force. The Phyla-Vell version of Quasar and Moondragon were there to help keep the peace, mainly protecting a sect of pacifist priests from those who would take their stuff.

But to be clear, the events of Loki episode 3 take place on Lamentis-1, a moon of Lamentis, and it’s the planet itself that is breaking up and crashing into the moon, not the other way around.

Interestingly, while the lighting choices for this episode were most definitely a very specific story choice (more on that in a minute), it’s also in keeping with the way Lamentis was colored in its only comic book appearance.

Sylvie, Lady Loki, The Enchantress

We don’t get a TON of clarity on the nature of Sophia Di Martino’s Loki variant, but despite her “Sylvie” name, the balance is tipping further in the direction of her being a true “Lady Loki” and not strictly the Sylvie Lushton version of Enchantress from Marvel Comics (we wrote more about this confusing distinction here).

That being said, she’s not NOT Sylvie/Enchantress, either! It seems that Sylvie is indeed a variant Loki (recent merchandise reveals have officially shown that she is “Sylvie Laufeydottir” (as opposed to “Loki Laufeyson”)  so that’s another sign that she’s truly a variant of our Loki. For some reason (probably a good one) she doesn’t want to be known as a Loki anymore, hence “Sylvie,” and she does use enchantments as a primary power, hence “Enchantress.”

So the answer here is still “yes” to any of these questions, but we’re leaning on the simplest explanation being the correct one: she’s a Loki variant, and in true MCU fashion they’re just mashing up other elements of mythology from the comics to make a cool new character.

There’s also some serious Moonlighting energy between the hedonistic Loki and the more serious and on-mission Sylvie all through this episode, but we’re wondering how many of you are even old enough to remember Moonlighting, and that is depressing. 

The Loki/Enchantress-appropriate green tie-dye that Sylvie is rocking in the bar “flashback” is pretty cool, but not an Easter egg. But maybe we should bring tie-dye back this summer.

Loki is Bisexual

The “bisexual lighting” that Lamentis is bathed in throughout the entirety of the episode is no accident, as it’s revealed that both Loki and Sylvie are bisexual. Loki director Kate Herron spoke briefly about this reveal on Twitter, as well:

From the moment I joined @LokiOfficial it was very important to me, and my goal, to acknowledge Loki was bisexual. It is a part of who he is and who I am too. I know this is a small step but I’m happy, and heart is so full, to say that this is now Canon in #mcu #Loki 💗💜💙 pic.twitter.com/lz3KJbewx8

— Kate Herron (@iamkateherron) June 23, 2021

As far as we can tell, in terms of the comics, Loki’s bisexuality first came up in Young Avengers #15. After saving the world and getting a bit of a pep talk from Prodigy, a late-teen incarnation of Loki hit on his teammate for the sake of celebration, but was ultimately turned down.

“My culture doesn’t really share your concept of sexual identity,” Loki said in that issue. “There are sexual acts, that’s it. I’m actually the patron god of certain popular ones, believe it or not.” (some very cursory research fails to confirm that last point, which would really be perfectly in keeping for Loki to lie about)

“Another!”

When partying up on the train, Loki smashes his empty glass and excitedly asks for another. This is exactly what his brother does in the first Thor movie after enjoying a cup of coffee at a diner. It’s an Asgardian custom!

The Songs

The song that opens the episode is “Demons” by Hayley Kiyoko, which also includes some potentially Loki-specific lines as “Please forgive me, I’ve got demons in my head, tryin’ to eat me, tryin’ to feed me lies until I’m dead.”

The song that closes the episode is “Dark Moon,” a 1957 country hit by Bonnie Guitar (there are other versions, including a rare one by Elvis Presley and a really cool one by Chris Isaak for the soundtrack of the very cool and underrated A Perfect World, but the version here is Bonnie’s). It’s a little on-the-nose with the events happening on Lamentis, but also features haunting lyrics that may hint at something more: “Mortals have dreams of love’s perfect schemes, but they don’t realize that love will sometimes bring a…Dark Moon.”

Does anyone know the name of the song that Loki sings while he’s “full?” If so, please let us know in the comments!

The TVA

The mobile devices that TVA agents use to navigate through timelines are given a name in this episode: TemPads. 

We get a couple more bits of important TVA context this episode. The first is that apparently the Time Keepers reside at the top floor accessible by a golden elevator in the TVA offices. When Hunter C-20 said she “gave up the location” of the Time Keepers last week, who could have expected the answer to be so simple?

Additionally, Sylvie reveals at episode’s end that all TVA employees had a life prior to joining the TVA. In fact, every TVA worker was at some point a Variant just like Loki and Sylvie. This directly contradicts Miss Minutes’ claim that the TVA employees were created by the Time Keepers to police the Sacred Timeline. This may mean that Mobius was also lying to Loki about the nature of TVA agents…UNLESS…in the comics, Mobius was one of many Mobiuses, because the TVA engaged in “managerial cloning” for their best representatives, while employing “freelancers” for other work. Perhaps Mobius was telling Loki his truth, while Sylvie’s theory about the Variants being conscripted into service as Minutemen is ALSO true.

During the end credits, there’s a collection of TVA file photos on a desk, showing Loki and Sylvie together. Apparently, they’re getting their images from their exploits from Lamentis-1, as one photo is specifically Loki as a train guard. Looks like these two aren’t as hidden from the authorities as they realized.

Miscellaneous Time Variants

Funny enough, the shot of Loki landing after being thrown out of the train is framed to look exactly like when Loki fell out of Doctor Strange’s portal in Thor: Ragnarok.

The two soldiers at the entrance to the train are called Corporal Hicks and Private Hudson which is a neat nod to Michael Biehn and Bill Paxton’s characters in Aliens!

The guards on Lamentis look kind of like they’re wearing Cobra uniforms, don’t they?

There’s a serious Snowpiercer vibe to that “rich folks getting on a train to escape a natural disaster/apocalypse while the poor are left to suffer and die.” Wait, that is actually a real life vibe, too.

If episode 2 was a police procedural, this episode is very much “peak TV,” right down to its use of an obscure needledrop to end the episode coming out of an elaborate “one take” action sequence. Daredevil no longer has a monopoly on those in Marvel TV, it would seem.

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[sengoku-revolution]

Frozen Waters [Shingen/OC]

Author: Terra Series: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Shingen Takeda/Original Female Character Length: 6,308 words Rating: Explicit Tags: emotional sex, character study, Shingen’s POV Brief summary: A an unexpected event forces Shingen and Terra to trust each other. Warnings: explicit sex, tense situations, potential for loss of life Cross-posted to ao3 Here

Fic Preview:

Its winter in the province of Kai, and for the first time in a long while there was a significant amount of snow on the ground. Terra was so thrilled by the recent snowfall that she hadn’t stopped smiling once. Her boundless energy seemed to be vibrating out of her core as she walked with more of a bounce in her step everywhere she went. Shingen found her good mood contagious. He really couldn’t help it. He didn’t think he’d seen her so positively enamored with her surroundings until now, with rosy cheeks and eyes glittering like stars in the night sky.

He’d been working a lot lately, making sure that the right goods were coming into his territories and the people were doing ok. Terra had been of great help; organizing his papers and listening when he’d needed someone to talk to or get a new perspective from. She’d work close by on her own projects. As a biologist, Shingen noted that she had a very observant nature to her as she made notes on the nature and wildlife of Kai. On more than one occasion he’d asked a few questions just to get her to endlessly talk about the things she’d studied in her time, and what had most recently fascinated her here 500 years in the past.

Shingen knew that most of all Terra loved the sea, as she would most frequently talk about her experiences and how captivated she was on all her scientific work she’d done in the future. Terra called herself a marine biologist, someone who studies the oceans and its creatures. It felt like a dream every time she’d talk about diving, and all the places she’d travelled to. She never complained about being so far away from the ocean, but still, Shingen often made a note to himself to bring her back to the coast once summer came. Even though her heart belonged to the seas, she seemed happy enough to document her findings of Kai’s wildlife all the same. Shingen knew that if he ever couldn’t find her in the castle, she was likely out walking the forests nearby or down by the river. He found her sense of adventure to be just inspiring.

Shingen looked up from his scrolls to gaze at his love as she diligently worked on her own manuscripts. She had opened the door to their shared study to let in just the smallest amount of cool air. She sat close by, strangely enjoying the cold. Shingen wondered if in the future she came from people didn’t have to worry about warmth in these cold months. She seemed to gravitate to it in a way that was alien to this time. In fact, more often than naught she’d be out and about in the cold as though it was an afterthought. She’d spoken once of something called skiing, when people would actively go out into the cold to slide down mountains on planks attached to their feet. It perplexed Shingen, trying to picture it and how Terra liked to talk about just how fast she’d fly down the slopes. Clearly his love was a bit of a daredevil.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” he asked her.

She perked up right away, turning her sparkling eyes on him. Terra was positively thrilled already from the suggestion.

“Can we? I’d like to go down to the river. I wonder if it’s frozen.”

Terra picked herself up from the floor and went to grab his haori before draping it over his shoulders.

“But dress warm, it’s the afternoon and it’ll be getting dark soon.” She warned him with a peck on his cheek.

Shingen caught her hand, and pulled her back for a more proper kiss.

Still holding her close he said, “All I need is my angel’s warmth.”

Terra’s blush was expected, but all the more adorable as she got flustered and couldn’t think of an immediate reply. Instead she just kissed him again, and then pulled his haori up over his head. Shingen started to laugh at her antics.

“I’ll go get ready, be back in five. I’m not kidding Shingen, dress warm.” Terra warned sternly.

Shingen only caught a glance of her long brown hair as she left their shared study. He chuckled to himself, but then got up to get ready. He found his heavier haori and tabi, dressing himself securely before leaving to join Terra. She was right after all; he did tend to get cold easily. His prior illnesses had left him more cautious in the winter months to prevent any potential for relapse.

Terra met him as he exited their study. He noted that she hadn’t dressed much different than she usually did in the winter. Terra wore a dark blue kimono with a simple pattern. In her hands she carried a scarf and gloves. When she stopped in front of him, he leveled a knowing look at her.

“Shut up.” she said with a smirk, before wrapping the scarf around his neck. “You get cold so easily. Just wear it.”

He chuckled, letting her do as she pleased. His love was very attentive, and he’d let her dote on him all she wanted.

“My dear,” He chuckled again as she handed him the gloves she’d been holding. “Your blood must run with fire as you never seem to get cold.”

“I find the cold refreshing.” Terra answered simply with her own little laugh. “I’ll be fine, once we start walking I’ll warm up quick. The clothing in this time is a lot thicker with more layers than what I used to wear.”

Shingen smirked.

“Get that smirk off your face. I know what you’re gonna say.”

“All I was going to say is that if my Goddess gets cold, she can simply come into my arms.”

“Chances are you’ll be the one asking to get warmed up by me at the end of this.”

“Is that an offer? I’ll take you up on that once we return. I have a few ideas in mind. However they all start right-” He leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “here.”

Terra couldn’t stop her slight smile, even though she tried to. But then she crinkled her nose at him and reached for his hand before pulling him along. “One track mind. Let’s go you big dork.”

They walked hand-in-hand through the castle and out into the surrounding town. The market was still lively despite the cold temperature. The people bustled along, and it was lively enough that Shingen was proud his people were surviving well this winter. The trading between Tsutsujigasaki and Azuchi had been of great success, regardless of Shingen’s lingering aversion to Nobunaga and his supporting cast of vassals and warlords. He could at least appreciate that Terra’s friendship with the Azuchi warlords and Maru brought prosperity to his people. Sometimes he couldn’t help but think how his life had turned around from meeting her was beyond anything he’d ever thought possible. He wouldn’t be here without her.

“What are you smiling about?” Terra asked him. He hadn’t realized she was watching him.

“Just thinking about my Goddess.”

She shook her head as though exasperated, but snuggled up a little closer to his arm as they continued their walk. Having her warmth close by was certainly welcome. Shingen held her tighter too.

It wasn’t long before they reached the bridge crossing the river. Ice covered about halfway across from the forested side of the river, before thinning into dark flowing water. The water looked almost black to Shingen as the strong current carried it under the bridge. Snow was beginning to fall again, and he knew that with the setting sun, it would bring much colder temperatures.

Shingen was jolted out of his musings when Terra suddenly gasped.

“There’s a kid out on the ice!”

He followed her line of sight, and sure enough there was a young child walking out onto the ice down by the shore. The ice would be too thin even for a child; it would break under their weight.

Terra was out of his arms before he could do anything. She’d started to run across the bridge, calling out to the kid to stop where they were. Shingen took off after her, only catching up when they were both on the shore, and the child was at least 20m away, standing out on the ice near the center of the frozen river. Shingen felt his heart clench as he heard the ice groan under the child’s weight.

“My baby!” a woman screamed from further behind them. She too came running to the shore, tears in her eyes, worried and unsure what to do.

That’s when the ice cracked, and the child wobbled before falling through. The young boy desperately started to scream as he grasped out for the ice to hold on and pull himself up.

Shingen was ready to throw off his haori when Terra caught his hands.

“Uh-uh. Not you. I’m going out there.” She started to undress herself from the kimono. “I got this.”

He felt his breath catch in the back of his throat as he imagined Terra out there on the ice. His blood ran cold at the thought.

“Terra- No!” he tried to protest, reaching to tie her obi back on.

She smacked his hands away and continued to undress.

“No, you listen!” She pleaded, her eyes alight with determination and resolve. “I’m lighter than you, I’m a stronger swimmer, and you have a history with pneumonia. I will not let you go out there! I got this!”

Terra was down to her underclothes before he could stop her, standing on the shore of the freezing river. Shingen was about ready to protest again.

“No, Terra, listen, it’s too dangerous!” he argued, reaching out and grasping her by her shoulders. His heart was beating wildly in his chest. “I’m not letting you go out there! I don’t care, I can handle this.”

“We don’t have time to discuss this.” She met his gaze head-on unrelenting, and Shingen could see how sure she was. “I’m going out there. Shingen, I’ll be right back. And I’ll need you when I do come back, okay?”

The child was still screaming, and his mother was now in hysterics trying to call out to him to hold on. Shingen had to make a decision, and he hated the conclusion he came to in those few seconds he could spare.

He had to trust her.

“Okay, go.” his blood felt ice cold as he said this. His mind still screamed at him, warning him that this could be a fatal mistake. “But, come back to me.”

“Always.” She squeezed his hand once more before stepping out onto the ice.

Shingen watched Terra gingerly step her way further and further out onto the ice and away from him. His heart was still beating so hard he could hear it in his ears as it rammed against his ribs. He felt like he couldn’t breathe as he watched her go further and further away from him. He could hear the ice groaning under her added weight. Even though she tried her best to distribute her weight over a wider area, it really wasn’t a possibility as she tried to steadily walk towards the child. Terra was half-way to the child when the boy stopped thrashing and his head fell beneath the water.

Terra seemed to throw her caution away as she now walked faster towards the hole in the ice the child had fallen through. It was getting thinner and thinner, and soon the ice began to crack around Terra’s bare feet.

“Shingen!” She called back to him. “I’m going to go under the ice! I’ll get the kid and swim him to the other side of the river. Be ready when I get there!”

She didn’t give him a chance to protest as she rammed her heel into the ice beneath her. It let out a sickening crack that radiated out from her in splinters. When she did it a second time, she fell through. Shingen was sure his heart had stopped beating for the few seconds she was under before surfacing again. He watched as she took a deep breath and then went under again without looking back at him.

He didn’t think as he sprinted back away from the shoreline and the crying mother. His feet just carried him as he ran across the bridge and to the opposite side of the river to wait for Terra. The water flowed freely on this side along the shoreline. It still looked black and dark. He couldn’t see Terra or the child.

How long had she been under? Surely she would’ve surfaced by now?

It felt like it’d been too long. His heart still hammered at his chest. Shingen felt like he couldn’t breathe as he waited, counting the seconds that passed. He was ready to throw off his jacket and clothes to dive into the frigid waters after her.

He counted to ten.

One.

Two.

Three.

He took off his haori and scarf.

Four.

Five.

Six.

He loosened his belt, ready to throw off his robes to dive in.

Seven.

Eight.

Terra broke the surface of the black water with a heavy gasp for air. She began to swim towards him, with the young boy in tow behind her. Her head of brown hair was barely visibly in the dark waters. Using all her strength against the fast current, she swam with powerful strokes through the freezing water. When she reached the shallows she picked the boy up, and ran splashing through the water to the shore. Her chest still heaving as she fought to catch her breath.

She laid the unconscious boy down on the shore, and began compressions. Her hands piled one on top of the other as she pushed into the boys’ chest and started to count to 30, before leaning down to blow two breaths into the child, and then starting again. Her long hair drenched with water ran over her back and stuck to her arms as she worked.

Terra began to shiver, with hands shaking as she worked to revive the child. Shingen laid his hoari over her shoulders, and began to rub her back through the fabric to warm her up. She kept working, putting all her remaining strength into the compressions.

Then suddenly the boy sputtered and began to choke up water. Terra rolled him onto his side, arranging his arm to support his head, and bending his leg to keep him secure on his side. He began to breathe normally again. His mother had joined them on the shoreline, throwing her jacket over him and firmly rubbing him through the fabric.

“Get him home.” Terra ordered the woman. “Get all his wet clothes off, and get him warm.”

“Thank you, miss. Thank you!” the woman cried, before going back to caring for her child.

Terra still hadn’t fully caught her breath. She seemed to take in short little breathes, nothing deep enough to expel the CO2 in her lungs. Her hands shook and she still shivered. Shingen wrapped her in his haori properly, and pulled her drenched form to his chest and helped her to stand. She still shook in his arms.

“We have to get you home now.” He said, bundling her up. “C’mere, you can’t run back to the castle. I’ll carry you back.”

Shingen steadied Terra before lifting her into his arms bridal-style. It was a testament to just how tiring the event had been because Terra didn’t protest at all as he held her close to his chest. She kept her arms close to her core, but turned her head to press her face into his neck. Her breathing hadn’t fully leveled out yet, at best guess Shingen thought this was because the cold water had somewhat put her into shock and stolen her breath away. The cold was limiting how deeply she could breathe, and he didn’t want her to pass out. It would be best to get her home and warm her up before this possibility could happen.

He ran them back to the castle as fast as he could. Ignoring the questioning looks of those he passed by. The sun was setting, and it was imperative that he get Terra indoors before the temperature dropped any further. By the time he reached the castle, he passed several maids who were beginning to turn in for the night. As he briskly walked through the halls he called to a few of them, asking them to get a fire started in his and Terra’s shared room and bring him some hot tea.

Once inside their room, Shingen lowered Terra to the ground so she could stand. Her teeth were chattering as she tried to talk to him.

“I-I need to get a-all the wet clothing off.” She stammered through, her hands were still shaking. And her fingers numbly tried to work at her clothing but she couldn’t get too far.

The maid had then just finished with the fire, and pulling the futon closer to it. She left quickly as another left the tea just inside the door, closing it behind her as she left the room. Now with their privacy, Shingen began to undress Terra. He tied up her long brown hair into a bun to get the wet hair off her back. Then he removed all her underclothes, leaving her naked and shivering in front of him. She wobbled on her feet before moving to the futon and climbing in under its covers close to the fire.

“Tell me what I can do to help.” He asked her, desperate to warm her up. Shingen realized then that his heart still hadn’t stopped hammering against his chest.

She’d curled up into a ball beneath the covers, but then extended a hand to him. “Sharing body heat helps. Take all your clothes off, and just hold me.”

Shingen undressed without hesitation, and slid under the covers naked as well. He pulled her close, cradling her head against his chest. Her skin felt like ice against him, and he couldn’t stop the shiver that worked its way through his body at her touch. Terra slid her leg over his hip, and grasped around him at his back holding herself against him. She let out a content sigh as she snuggled in close, burying her nose into his chest.

It was only now, in the safety of their room, lying with Terra in his arms in their shared futon did he allow himself to properly breathe for the first time since she’d made her way out onto the ice. The fire was steadily warming their room, and being so close to it, Shingen felt its heat against his face. Still though, Terra shivered in his arms. He could hear her actively trying to take deeper breaths, trying to calm herself after the surprising event she’d just gone through. It was only then that he allowed his mind to slow down, and go over everything that had just happened.

He’d been so scared.

He watched her walk across thin ice as it cracked around her. He’d been powerless to stop her as she fell through. Shingen didn’t realize it then, but he too began to shake as he held Terra firmly against his chest. He could see in his mind over and over again, the picture of his Love falling through the ice into frozen waters and then disappearing under into its depths. He should feel proud of her for saving a child’s life, but all he could feel was the heart wrenching dread of what could have been.

Terra could have died today.

Even having her in his arms almost didn’t feel like enough to really confirm she’d survived. As she shivered and adjusted herself closer to his warmth, Terra began to stroke his back as though he was the one needing comfort. His breathing began to hitch as the image of her taking a deep breath before plunging under the ice played over and over again in his mind. If she hadn’t made it back to him, if she hadn’t been able to swim against the current, if she hadn’t found the boy under the ice, if the cold water had been too much for her…

“Shingen?”

His thoughts came to a halt. He realized then that he’d started to cry, the wetness on his cheeks couldn’t hide it. His arms had gone rigid around her, holding her tightly against his chest with steel like strength. Slowly, Shingen worked to relax himself into her embrace. He realized then that she’d started to warm up again, and didn’t feel nearly as cold as before.

“I-I’m sorry, Love.” He barely whispered, but then leaned down to kiss her forehead more so to chase away his own thoughts.

Terra leaned back from his embrace to stare up at him, before brushing away his tears with fingers that were still far too cold. It felt like her frozen touch burned his skin worse than any flame. He reached up to catch her hand in his, and pull it down to his chest where the core of his heat was to warm her. Terra’s concerned gaze travelled over his face. Even in her state, she was looking out for him. It made his chest hurt and his eyes burn. What would he ever do without her? He couldn’t fathom the thought.

Her sharp brown eyes must’ve caught something in him, because before he realized it she’d shifted their positions so that she lay on top of him. Her legs straddled his hips, and her bare chest was pressed against his. Instinctively his hands landed on her hips, as she pushed herself forward to kiss him.

He gasped as her lips captured his. She pushed forward still to deepen the kiss as her cold hands came up to cup the sides of his face. Terra took control of the kiss, as if trying to physically remind him that she was right there in his arms. Insistently she tangled her tongue with his, biting down on his lip when she’d pull away, only to dive back in to steal his breath away. Shingen’s grip on her hips tightened as he held her firmly against him. Terra let out a little sigh of pleasure at his heavy touch. She knew she wasn’t going anywhere, so instead just surged forward with her kiss and with one cool hand raked her fingernails down over his chest.

“Terra!” he gasped out, feeling a warm flush of arousal through his body.

Terra’s lips left his, but trailed down and under his jaw. He moved his head to the side, allowing her to do as she wished. Her teeth grazed his throat before she kissed over his pulse and then back up to his ear.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She whispered only for him.

Shingen found himself choking up again, his breath hitching in his throat. He’d still been terrified and just thinking about it again was making him feel like his heart was breaking. Terra caught this as well, and kissed her way back to his lips.

“I’m going to be just fine. Shingen I’m not leaving you ever.” Terra said against his lips.

She stopped her kiss, sitting back onto his hips to gaze down into his eyes. In the firelight her brown eyes looked like honey and living fire. There was a strength to her he’d seen many times before, powerful like a tigress, she had him captivated completely. Her eyes glowed and the strength of her naked body was fully on display. In this moment he couldn’t take his eyes off her. His Goddess.

Terra reached behind her head and untied her hair, allowing the long brown tresses to stream down her back. Her hair was still wet, but from being tied up in a bun it fell in rings around her shoulders. She still felt cool to the touch as Shingen allowed his calloused hands to travel over her hips and down her thighs. Her cool hands landed on his waist, causing a shiver to run through his body. The room was steadily heating up, and a fire began to grow in Shingen’s body as well.

He sat up from the futon, now with Terra firmly seated in his naked lap and kissed her. Where her kiss had been steady and reassuring, his was desperate and hungry. He wanted all of her right in that moment. With one arm like a vice around her waist, keeping her tightly against him, the other tangled into her hair behind her head. He kissed her relentlessly. It didn’t take long before she’d started to squirm in his lap as she kissed him back moaning out her pleasure. Her own interest becoming plainly clear as she panted between kisses and her nails dug into his shoulders.

Shingen loosened his grip around her waist just enough for her to shift up and reach down to take him into her hand before slowly taking him into her body until she was seated over him again. He’d always get a thrill of pleasure run down his spine as he was enveloped in her wet heat. Her deep sigh was like hearing angels sing. His need for all of her was almost too much. Her hips bucked against his, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body.

He broke his kiss with her, but continued along her jaw and neck before biting and sucking a mark into her neck. She leaned back in his embrace, and so he continued down her chest leaving his mark above her collarbone and another over her left breast. She shivered in his arms again, but Shingen noted that this time it likely wasn’t from the cold. Terra cupped his face in her hands and guided him back up to her lips.

“I love you.” She said softly, belying the intensity of her eyes holding his gaze.

Shingen’s fears started to crumble away. Terra didn’t feel cold anymore in his arms; only the coolness of her fingertips reminded him of snowflakes that would melt against his cheeks. He thought again in that moment of his Love’s strength. She’s never faltered or let him down in the past, always his equal and his support. Today had deeply frightened Shingen, but all the same it had confirmed to him that his trust in Terra is absolute. His hands that had been holding her hips now grazed up her back to her shoulder blades.

Terra smiled warmly down at him, “Still looking for those angel wings?”

“I’ll find them one day.” Shingen said with his own small smile.

Terra started to grind herself down onto his length, pulling sighs of pleasure out of him as he went back to kissing her neck. Her hands had found their way to his back, one gripping into his hair at the back of his neck and the other running over his shoulder. She began to rotate her hips, back and forth, in circles and bucking against him. Her moans of pleasure were enough to steal his thoughts away as he was still buried deep inside of her. And as the heat between them grew, Shingen’s need to make love to her was only getting stronger.

He shifted them then, and supported Terra’s back as he lowered her down onto the futon. Her hair splayed out behind her in waves. Her legs were spread for him with knees bent for his viewing pleasure in the firelight looking incredibly erotic in her nakedness. For all her confidence before, now she turned away from his gaze with a heavy blush. He leaned down then kissing his way over her neck, whispering his love for her and sweet nothings. Before long she was grasping at his back again, with her legs locked around his waist urging him on to continue.

He nearly pulled out from her then, before thrusting his length back into her body, eliciting from her a quiet moan of pleasure. His Love was never very loud, but as he made love to her in earnest she gradually let go of her control. Terra had her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close as he thrust into her. Their movements weren’t rushed or frantic, rather a constant deeply penetrating strength of his body into her as he used his strength to take her completely. The emotional connection they maintained seemed more powerful still. She allowed herself to be completely enveloped by him, clinging on as her nails raked down his back and seeking his kiss between gasps of pleasure.

Time seemed irrelevant as their passion grew and her cries for him became more demanding, with her back arching up and her legs still around his waist pulling him in deeper. Shingen felt about ready to lose his steady control as she quietly begged for her release with choked out gasps of Please Shingen, please! He reached down between them then to rub at her tender core. Terra gave out a strangled cry as her legs tightened around him and she started to tremble and shake beneath him.

The simmering but powerfully growing need between them was hitting its apex. Terra’s slowly building climax reached its peak as she cried out with her back bowed, riding out its force that took her in waves. Her grip on him tightened, with her legs keeping him buried inside of her as she rode out her orgasm. It didn’t take Shingen much more than a few thrusts to follow her over the edge. Just watching her fall apart beneath him was enough to pull him over with her. Terra’s legs kept him tightly bound to her, not allowing him to pull away in the slightest.

His release hit him hard, his hips stuttering as he let out a deep groan as he came inside of her. Shudders wracked his body as he spent himself, and his arms suddenly felt weak as he still held himself above her. Terra pulled him down to her then, tenderly cradling his head against her chest where he heard her still rapidly beating heart. For several moments they just enjoyed the afterglow of their lovemaking, and Shingen found himself ready to drift off into sleep. But he roused himself, pulled away from her body and then lay back down beside her, sufficiently exhausted from their coupling.

Terra snuggled up against him, pillowing her head on his shoulder and throwing a leg over his and twining them together. Shingen noted she still trembled a little as he wrapped his arm over her back holding her close. It seemed tonight had deeply exposed her and she still sought his support. Shingen held her a little tighter, more than happy to have her in his arms as he kissed the crown of her head.

“I love you, Terra.” He said.

Terra shifted to wrap and arm over his chest, and made herself more comfortable in his embrace.

“I love you more.”

He chuckled warmly, knowing that his Love was going to be alright. The days’ events were behind them, and she was back to her normal body temperature. Her natural warmth burned like a fire against his side. Shingen reached for the blanket to pull over them both before contentedly falling asleep with his sleeping Goddess in his arms.

… … …

Several days later, Shingen and Terra were back in their shared office working on their individual tasks. However, Shingen had been reluctant to let her out of his grasp for more than what was deemed necessary. Terra didn’t seem to mind at all, allowing him to keep her close and even enjoying his touch.

They’d had a discussion about everything that had happened the morning after the event. Terra had told him that she valued his trust in her, but to also recognize how often she put her trust in him. Shingen had spent a long time after that thinking about all the times he’d left her behind to fight in skirmishes and lead battles. And he thought of how scared she must be every time he left. It was a shock for sure to finally understand the terrifying dread of losing the one you love most, but he also felt deeply sure of his earlier conclusion that he trusted Terra completely.

Now, sitting in their office working, he sat with his legs crossed with Terra in his lap. She leaned forward slightly to continue her writings of her manuscript, while he hooked his chin over her shoulder as he read over more documents that needed his attention.

A knock to their studies door roused Shingen from his readings.

“Lord Shingen, may I come in?” It was Yukimura.

Terra went to move out of his lap, but Shingen stopped her by embracing her from behind and firmly holding her against him. She snorted at his antics.

“C’mon in Yuki.” He called back.

His young vassal came in, only to blanch at seeing his lord and Terra so tightly involved.

Yukimura sputtered before saying, “Do you have to be so indecent? A warning would’ve been nice.”

“My dear Yuki, you know of my terrible affliction. I cannot bear to be without my Goddess.” He laughed back at his cranky young vassal.

Terra gave a small bark of laughter before moving to elbow him. Shingen stopped her by fulling enveloping her into his embrace in a hug that firmly kept her in place.

“Goddess?” Yuki snorted, “This boar woman-“

“Hey!” Terra interjected crossly.

“-Temptress, thing, has got you bent to her every will.”

Shingen hummed his agreement, pressing his cheek against Terra’s. “I am powerless to her.”

“You’re both gross.” Yuki just groaned at his Lord with his hands covering his face in defeat. “You have a visitor. A woman with her son. They say Terra jumped into the frozen river to save her kid. They wanted to thank you. I told them they were probably wrong.”

“I did jump into the river to save her kid.” Terra said crossing her arms over her chest.

Yuki wrinkled his nose at Terra but held his tongue. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Terra was a hero to have saved the young boy. And Shingen knew Yuki respected her in his own contemptuous way.

“We’ll go greet them.” Shingen said, allowing his embrace to loosen around Terra as she stood up.

He followed her to a more spacious meeting room, where Yuki then led the woman and the young boy to meet them. The woman graciously expressed her thanks to them, bowing deeply to Terra and saying how grateful she was to see her healthy. The woman pushed her son forward, who held a folded blue kimono in his hands. It was the one left behind at the river when Terra had undressed to follow the boy out onto the ice.

“Here you go miss- I mean, Lady Terra.” The boy corrected himself. “I learned my lesson. Mama says you saved me. I promise never to go out on the ice again.”

Terra bent down to the little boy and took the offered kimono. She smiled at the boy and ruffled his dark hair.

“Thank you, and good.” Terra beamed at the boy. “I’m glad to see you’re alright. I can tell you’ll grow big and strong when your older.”

“I told Mama I wanted to learn how to swim just like you!” the boy exclaimed proudly. “I wanna be a strong swimmer too, the best in the village!”

“That’s sweet; just make sure it’s in the summer ok?”

“Yes Lady Terra.” The boy conceded with more maturity and grace that a young boy his age should’ve possessed, bowing deeply to her.

They left not long after, with the young boy holding onto the sleeve of his mother’s kimono as he bounced along beside her.

… … …

It started to snow again as the sun began to set, staining the sky golden and red hues. Shingen found Terra standing out by the frozen gardens that were covered in snow. Again, Shingen noted she didn’t even seem fazed by the cold despite the events only a few days past, still dressed in a simple kimono with her long hair down. She stood gazing up at the sky as light flurries of snow fell around her. Every time she breathed out a puff of air followed, and her cheeks took on a rosy hue.

Terra reached out her hand to catch a falling snowflake in her palm. She seemed ever drawn to the cold. Even as a soft cold breeze hit Shingen’s face and a shiver worked its way through his body, Terra stood unbothered.

Shingen went out to join her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. She looked up, meeting his gaze with one that seemed genuinely happy. Strangely she seemed to thrive best in the winter.

Without intending to, Shingen shivered again as he held her close. She frowned immediately.

“I swear, I tell you all the time to dress warm.” She admonished.

He leaned down to chastely kiss her lips and hummed softly, enjoying her warmth against him.

“I guess it’s your turn to warm me up tonight.” He said against her ear suggestively.

Terra crinkled her nose at him, stifling her laughter before taking his hand and leading him back inside the castle. He followed after his Love willingly and he thought to himself once again that truly his life had changed for the better the day he met her.

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One day, there is blinding sunshine and you can’t spend an hour outside without getting a bit burnt in the heat. The next, the rain has come back with a bitterly cold wind that gets into your bones. The seasons have changed, and with it, Halloween is quickly approaching. All over the city, things are happening, and not all of them can be explained.

See under the cut for a list of Halloween events that are running, some all month, and others just for the spookiest night of the year.

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Platinum Cinema is airing a different scary movie every day of the month and offers a five percent discount on concessions for anyone dressed up. That discount goes up to ten percent if you are dressed as a character from the movie you’re seeing. Don’t ask how they got movies that weren’t made in this time, that’s not a question you want answered.

The Jolly Roger is offering pirate cruises around the harbour. The crew are all pirates – some of them even real pirates – and they’ll teach you how to swordfight if you ask nicely. If you cause trouble, you’ll really walk the plank, so don’t wear a costume that might weigh you down. If you have a little magic to spare, the captain might even arrange for a flight cruise over the city itself.

The Rocks:

Ghost tours are running every night of the month, starting through the Rocks but leading through other parts of the city to showcase the true and often horrifying history of the city. The thing is, the tour guides, they don’t seem to be real, exactly, and you’ll come away wondering where the ghosts really were. 

The Roadhouse is not the type of place ghosts are welcome. You’ll notice the tour guides stay well away from it, but for any people who do go in, there is a chance for a free drink. If you can tell a scary story that impresses owner Jo Harvelle, your next round is free. But fair warning, she does expect realism. 

Want a stunning costume and a guarantee you won’t look exactly like someone else? Marinette Dupain-Cheng has rented out a room here in the Rocks and offers a cheap tailoring service if you’ve bought a costume that doesn’t quite fit, and a more exclusive costume design service where she’ll make you a one of a kind costume.

Darling Point:

Crimson Rooftop is well known for being a classy place, and Halloween is no exception. On the night of Halloween itself, they are offering a free drink with dinner to guests who are dressed as classic characters, nothing gaudy or foolish. There are also rumours that the meals might even just magically appear on your plate.

Harry Osborn has issued an open invitation to a masquerade party at his manor on Halloween night. It is hardly the only party going on that night, even in Darling Point as well, but it will be a fancy night for all guests.

King’s Cross:

Ember’s Club has decorated appropriately for the month, and the dancers have changed costumes for the month to get into the spirit – absolutely no pun intended, no matter what you might see around the place.

On Halloween, Club Loophole will be exclusive to Arcadia members for the night, with the mysterious leader hosting a party for only the gang itself. Costumes are optional but highly encouraged, and everyone knows better that to disappoint the leader.

In contrast to their well-known rivals, The Phantom is opening their doors to everyone, and making a point of it. They’ll also be holding a costume competition – the person with the best costume in the club at midnight will get their tab paid off, meaning they drink free.  

The Whiskey Chef is offering thematic drinks with their meals all month, and on Halloween, they’re offering a lucky raffle. If your name is called out, you’ll dine free.

If you want to party and you’re okay with the odd displays of magic, but don’t want to go somewhere too crazy, then why not stop by Magnus Bane’s party? Please dress up, whether that means just dressing nicely or in a costume, but a good time is guaranteed to be had – if you don’t drink the wrong thing.

Newtown:

One street, popular with university students, is running a series of haunted houses. Some of these are exactly what you’d expected from a bunch of students, while others are more innovative and use creative technology for bigger scares. And if it so happens that maybe some Weirdsister students got involved in the fun to make their house the spookiest, well, it’s all in good fun.

On the night known by most as Halloween, the university campus will find it much harder to deny the allegations that there is a secret magical campus hidden within the school. To fit the actual season of the southern hemisphere, a Beltane feast will be held on the 30th, and it’ll magically appear on the university grounds for all to enjoy. There will be many traditional events surrounding the feast, such as a bonfire, and it will last from sunset on the 30th to sunset on the 31st, where all traces will magically disappear again.

Ever wanted to learn your future? Ron Weasley is offering the chance for you to find out. If you can find him in the haunted houses in the whole week leading Halloween, he’ll take you aside and tell your future. He doesn’t guarantee you’ll like what he tells you, or that it’ll make sense, but it will be true.

Bondi:

Over the weekend before Halloween itself, Bondi will host a series of competitions during the sunny days of the weekend. To enter, you must compete in a costume the entire time. For each competition, you are scored, and the winner of each round gets a free dinner for two at the Beach House, located right on the waterfront, and the ultimate winner gets $1000. The competition includes: a 5km race, surfing, a 5km swim, weightlifting, and long jump. It is possible to just compete in one round and not the whole thing, but you’d lose the chance of the final prize.

It’s not strictly allowed to host parties on the beach, not that it stops smaller gatherings which go ignored. However, it’ll be impossible to ignore the fantastic display put on by Rose Weasley. With fireworks, bonfires, and plenty of alcohol, this party is sure to end up with more than a little trouble by the time it’s over. 

Balmain:

Interested in something family friendly? Well, Balmain is closing off several streets to make a safe zone for children to go trick or treating without worrying about traffic. Each house along those streets will have appropriate décor – nothing too scary for the little ones – and plenty of candy to give away.

One street will also be holding a street party on All Hallows Eve, where everyone is invited. It’s potluck, so consider bringing something to share. There’ll also be dancing, but the party will be over by 1am.

Parramatta:

Just outside Parramatta, a large field has been turned into a drive-in theatre. Every day of the month, they’re showing family friendly Halloween movies, and after sunset, the movies are truly horror movies. It doesn’t matter if the movies are from another time, or if characters see their stories played out on the screen, it’s free and it’s fun.

Also just outside Parramatta, Rohirrim Stables is offering spooky horse rides, led by owner Eowyn. Bring a picnic lunch or dinner, depending what time you come by, if you dare to eat in the middle of the woods. 

Liverpool:

One farm just outside Liverpool has been turned into a delightfully spooky maze. There are some people who come out of it saying that there are impossible creatures inside the maze, but… at least they got to leave the maze.

Inspired by a legend of a nearby suburb, Liverpool is holding a festival. There will be performers entertaining the crowds, a couple of rides that should certainly not exist in the 20’s, and a parade of spooky costumes. It’s family friendly, and also very popular for daredevils who want to go on the rides.

Note: if you want your muse to win any of the competitions running at any of the locations, please message Admin Mac. You can also message Admin Mac if you want to add any events that are open to muses, whether at someone’s home or their business.

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Nemesis: Retribution (4)

Summary: 10 years after the Avengers had left you for dead during a mission gone wrong, you unexpectedly re-enter their lives. Wholly unrecognizable from the person they used to know and now with a new team behind you, they ask for your help to stop a chain of syndicates who were manufacturing and peddling the super soldier serum. You were determined to say no until the chance at the vengeance you had been chasing for years was added to the offer.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil

Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)

Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT. SHAMELESS SEXUAL BEHAVIOUR (18+ ONLY. I WILL BLOCK YOU), voyeurism, exhibitionism, authority kink, praise kink, spanking, slight dom themes, polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, angst, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, strong language, mentions of trauma, mentions of character death, fluff if you squint, 

A/N: Slowing it down just a bit to move plot along. Freaking out on the reblogs and comments are encouraged and will be rewarded with cookies. Seriously though, I love hearing what you guys think and use some of it to make the next chapters better. I adore you all! Have at it!

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1:4 Apple Crumble

Steve Rogers had kindly offered for you and your team to stay at the Compound. For however long this mission would take, you were all going to start running straight at it early tomorrow. In terms of the mission, he was relieved to have your help. The sooner the serum was out of circulation the better and they truthfully did need your help. This underground world was more your scene now and you could better navigate it.

On a personal level, he was glad that you were sticking around even if it was on a contract. He would take whatever opportunity he can and make the best of it. That's how he's always been and he wasn't going to change that now.

He told himself that it was because he was the Captain that he was at your door this late after you all had agreed to part for the night. It was out of consideration that he carried with him some of his own clothes to offer you in case you needed something to change into. It was out of a need to clear the tension with you now that you were going to work as a team again that he was knocking on your door.

That was all.

You opened the door a moment later wrapped only in a short towel and with your hair still dripping wet from the shower. The smile that rose on your face was sly as you leaned on the doorframe with your arms crossed and your hip cocked to one side. He swallowed.

Maybe that wasn't all.

"What can I do for you, Cap?"

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He was far too distracted by the little droplet that rolled down from your temple to the valley of your breasts. He shook his head and cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus only on your eyes and not the inappropriate answers that sprung to mind at your question.

"I brought you a change of clothes in case you need it," he managed to say. "And I wanted to talk to you if you're not too tired."

You opened the door wider and took the clothes from him without a word, turning into the room toward the bathroom. You casually dropped your towel to the floor and Steve choked at the sight of your bare back, a small set of black panties the only stitch you wore. The breath in his chest released only when you disappeared into the bathroom, the door cracked open offering him enticing glimpses as you moved around.

Steve hurriedly closed the door behind him and as he made his way further in, he caught sight of an open go bag beside your bed with clothes clearly visible. There was also a shirt and sweats beside it, the design he knew belonged to Pietro. He felt a little embarrassed. Of course Pietro would have already beaten him to it and that your team always came prepared. Still there was a satisfaction that bloomed in him when you stepped out clad in his shirt, the hem barely reaching mid thigh and bare feet soundlessly crossing the carpeted floor until you came to sit with him on the sofa. You tucked your legs under you and rested your head on your hand over the back of the seat.

"Gotta say I like this look, Steve," you grinned at him.

He chuckled, self-consciously rubbing at his beard and pulling at the hair at the back of his collar. The light dusting of red on his cheeks didn't go unnoticed by you.

"What? You don't like the all American apple pie look?"

You hummed and took a leisurely look at him from head to toe. Rugged and imposing as he appeared, the heat on his face intensified at your obvious appreciation and the way you swiped your tongue along your bottom lip. You were biting your lip when your eyes met his again, trying to stop yourself from laughing at how flustered he was getting and how much you were enjoying it. You've always found Steve handsome and he made apple pie look damn good, but this look on him was just so dangerously delicious.

You had a type.

"I'm more of an apple crumble kind of girl. I like the texture better," you winked. "And I don't mind a little beard burn."

"Will your team mind that I'm talking to you without one of them here?"

You raised an eyebrow and held his unsteady gaze, clearly understanding he meant more than just your professional relationship with the three men.

"You're curious."

"It's none of my business. That's not what I came to talk to you about," he stammered, unaccustomed to how forward you were.

"What did you want to talk about then?"

"I wanted to apologize properly and thank you for agreeing to help."

You groaned and threw your whole body back on the seat, causing Steve's shirt to ride up just shy of completely flashing him. You sat back up and pinched the bridge of your nose, letting out a long breath. It was only the fact that it was Steve that you were even entertaining this conversation.

"You have nothing to apologize for, Steve," you firmly dismissed.

"I do, Nem. We all do."

"Fine. List down what you're sorry about. Let's go through it one by one or we can draw lots to make it interesting."

"Nem," he said, low and clear with warning yet imploring you to listen. "Can you take this seriously for one second?"

The ever present smirk on your face dropped as you sighed heavily and ran a hand through your hair. For the first time since he's seen you, your expression softened a fraction and a shadow of the person he used to know passed across your features.

"Listen to me, Steve. I don't blame any of you. I'm not angry at any of you. I honestly have no room for more anger even if I wanted to be."

In the beginning you were. There were days while you were getting tortured that you hated them while you pleaded to the heavens for them to rescue you. It had taken a decade and three incredible men for that inferno of fury to turn into a manageable bitterness.

"Do you know how tiring it is to be so fucking angry all the time?" you chuckled darkly. "It took a while, but I learned to prioritize what I choose to be angry about."

"Salvacion," he muttered and you nodded, your eyes staring blankly forward.

"I've carried that name for a decade, Steve. That asshole has to die by my hands."

Steve saw now how selfish he was for forcing the conversation with the purpose of earning your forgiveness. It was for easing his own guilt that he was doing it when instead he should have just been thanking you for what you did and had to endure.

"Why didn't you ever come back?"

"I tried, Steve. When I was recovered enough I tried to go back. Did you know my sister had a girlfriend?"

He shook his head, throat suddenly closing at the sight of absolute misery in your eyes. He regretted starting this conversation even more.

"Jill. She was amazing to Lily and she was like a sister to me too," you smiled a little, not in your usual sarcastic way but with a hint of gentle fondness before your expression hardened once more.

"I saw her and I just couldn't bring myself to face her. I'm the reason the love of her life is dead. I couldn't, Steve"

It started off with the fear that they might have killed Jill too. You told yourself you had to know, but truthfully you were trying desperately to find a connection to Lily. You found her visiting the graveyard, laying flowers on two stones and spending the afternoon sitting on the ground tearfully talking to the dead. The shame burned through you and from then on you made it your sole purpose to destroy the man who took Lily from you both. Until then you had no right to face her. You had no right to return to the life you once knew.

Steve noticed that you weren't crying although the look in your eyes was swimming with grief. He expected you to cry, but somehow seeing you with dry eyes only made you look more in pain. You only clenched your fists, your shoulders tense and your jaw stiff. Steve decided he would tell the others instead of having you go through this conversation again.

He would do that for you.

You woke up surprisingly refreshed the following morning, strangely lighter than you have felt in the past decade. You didn't expect for that talk with Steve to have such an impact on you. You smiled ruefully, remembering your many counseling sessions with Curtis before and that maybe you were finally seeing his point.

FRIDAY had directed you to the larger conference room for today's briefing session with the rest of the team. You were wearing another one of Steve's shirts paired with your usual cargo pants, a fact that didn't go unnoticed judging by the raised eyebrows and teasing smiles. Billy in particular was leaning in to whisper to Matt what was going on.

"You don't have to tell me. I can smell it," Matt chuckles, crinkles visible at the edges of his dark sunglasses. "His cologne is quite distinct."

You smacked Billy on the arm, but laughed with them as well before throwing a wink at Steve who proceeded to blush a deep red. As you took your seat, a cup of coffee suddenly materialized in front of you accompanied by Pietro's ever bright smile. You smiled gratefully and took a sip, eyes slightly rounding in surprise at the taste.

"You remembered how I took my coffee."

"I've forgotten nothing about you, little star."

You haven't taken your coffee that way in so long. It's been just strong plain black coffee lately, the lack of sugar and cream where you lived with the boys being a factor. It had seemed pointless to eat something sweet when there was a permanent sour taste in your mouth from life. Now though you couldn't seem to help taking one sip after another, licking your lips before going in for more.

Right now this tasted right.

You didn't notice that Billy was smiling adoringly at you and sharing a look of approval with Frank as the briefing began, happy that someone aside from him was spoiling you. You certainly didn't know that Matt was smirking because he heard your heart literally skip a beat at the sweet gesture.

It took hours for the meeting to wrap up, but there was still more to do before you could actually take action. A number of the Avengers were sent out to gather more intel while the rest would stay to make further preparations.

"I only really need to talk to Frank a bit more," Steve said as he approached your group. "Why don't we have Pietro show you guys around the Compound? There are some improvements I think you'll find interesting."

Your tour guide for the afternoon appeared beside you, taking your hand in his and bouncing on the balls of his feet in his excitement. He was just too cute that you couldn't help but let out a small smile. The effect he had on you remained it seems.

"A tour would be really helpful for me," Matt easily agreed.

"And I go wherever the pretty girl goes," Billy added, slinging his arm over your shoulders.

"Great. Surrender your weapons and you should be good to go," Steve asked with a pointed look at both you and Billy who groaned in answer.

Billy was ready with a string of complaints and counter arguments when the clang of metal on the glass conference table stunned him into silence. He watched in complete disbelief as you removed every gun and blade attached to your body, efficiently dismantling them and lining them up on the table.

"Is she?" Matt murmured, leaning closer to Billy.

"Yeah."

"All of them?"

"Yeah."

By the time you stepped back, there was practically a decent sized armory on the table. How and where you managed to fit all of it on your person was a mystery to them.

"You missed one," Billy said, snapping out of his daze.

He stepped in front of you and casually slipped his arm up the front of your shirt and under your sports bra. His fingers grazed unnecessarily close to your now hardened nipples and he simply winked when you raised an eyebrow at him. Billy pulled out two small throwing daggers soon after and placed them alongside your other weapons.

"Oh yeah. I keep forgetting about those," you chuckled.

"Do you always come armed to the teeth?" Bucky snapped, clearly bothered by the display.

"She doesn't want her team to carry extra ammo for her, Sergeant," Billy scowled at him, the obvious animosity surprising Bucky. When he turned back to Pietro, his expression was back to his usual playful one. "So how about that tour?"

Frank turned to Steve when you had exited the room. "You gotta teach me that trick, Cap."

"What trick?"

"First time in 10 years I've seen her take any kind of order without a knife fight first," he said, cracking a smile and shaking his head.

It turns out that coming back was doing some good for you and this made him more comfortable around the Avengers. He wasn't about to braid them friendship bracelets but he was less inclined to pop a cap in their ass. At least for the time being.

Walking around the Compound brought back some of that wonder you felt when you first stepped in, but it recalled everything you had lost. Sensing the sudden tension in you, Billy gripped you by the waist and pulled you into his side. He kissed your temple, a silent reminder of what you had gained.

Pietro had been an absolute sweetheart, specifically describing what was in the area for Matt's benefit and pointing out the changes to you. The training area was your last stop, the place you had spent the most time in during your short stint here. There were loud sounds coming from the area and walking in you saw fresh-faced recruits in paired off sparring sessions.

Your full attention was on Pietro as he happily listed off the new features and answered questions from Matt and Billy, the latter now in businessman mode as he thought of what he could implement for Anvil. You were having an unusually pleasant time until a familiar shrill voice demanded your attention.

"Well look what the street cat dragged in. Y/N?"

You knew that voice. A decade with torture and trauma included apparently couldn't change how much her voice grated at you. The cold smirk made a reappearance on your face as you slowly turned to face her, the three men with you were instantly alarmed at the change in your demeanor.

"Kim," you nodded.

"Thought you were dead."

"Thanks. Can't say I thought about you at all though."

"I see you're still pathetically clinging to Pietro."

"What can I say? He's really cute," you said with a wink at Pietro who seemed to enjoy the compliment.

She sneered at you, her irritation rising when you weren't backing down like you used to do. She couldn't quite put her finger on what had changed about you, but you seemed rougher around the edges and far too cocky for her liking. Luckily, she still remembered a sure-fire way to take you down a few pegs.

"I'm teaching a class on hand to hand combat. How about we show them a demonstration on what a real fight looks like?"

You giggled as your smile grew, a disturbing sight that made even Kim doubt herself for a moment. You nodded your head in easy acceptance and she looked like she was pleased at herself for getting this opportunity. Before you could step forward though, you found Matt's walking stick blocking your path.

"What? It's not assault if it's provoked," you grinned at the frown on his face.

He hated it when you found loopholes, but he relented with a heavy sigh. He was too used to this. He leaned toward Pietro and told him that he should inform the Captain.

"Get some snacks too, roadrunner," Billy chuckled, delightedly watching you strip off your shirt and walking confidently towards Kim on the sparring mats.

Pietro had returned a moment later after completing his task, actually handing Billy a bag of fresh popcorn. The smile on his face froze when he caught sight of your bare skin. So far all he had seen as evidence of your torture was what was visible on your neck and face. He had stupidly brushed that fact aside, too excited to have found you again. Now the vicious marring on your beautiful skin was a cruel reminder of their failure as your team. They had failed you.

He had failed you.

Back in the conference room, the same feelings were shared by two super soldiers. They had pulled up surveillance on the training area after Pietro's message, just in time to see you take off that shirt.

Bucky felt the air leave his lungs at the horrific sight. He was alive and you had paid a heavy price for saving him. He could barely keep his eyes on you, the shame burning through him. He didn't want to imagine the amount of pain you had to endure to sustain those injuries.

"Don't you people dare look at her with pity," Frank warned. "Those scars are a testament to her strength. She's damn beautiful."

Steve agreed. He'd caught a glimpse of your scars last night and jarring as they were, your complete lack of self consciousness to them just made you more alluring. Looking back at the screen though he was concerned that you could hurt yourself. Kim was a top agent now, high enough in the ranks to be training recruits and leading missions. She had proven herself deadly in combat, but the way you were grinning was chilling in itself.

"One question before we start," you said.

"What?" Kim scoffed, flipping her braided hair over her shoulder.

"When's your next mission?"

"2 weeks. Why?" she answered, perfect brow raised in confusion.

"Just calculating your recovery time," you shrugged. "I'm nice that way."

Kim predictably charged at you then, growling and cursing at you under her breath. You smirked, standard SHIELD movements were easy to read for you. You stayed completely still and relaxed in your stance as she lunged at you with her fist. You timed your movement precisely, sidestepping at the absolute last moment. One hand grabbed at the back of her head, forcing it down to ram against your oncoming fist with a sickening crack.

Broken nose.

Kim shrieked in pain as the blood gushed from her nose and she tried to pull away from you. You didn't let her. You pulled her down by the shoulder to bend her over before driving your knee up her midsection. She wheezed at the impact, the mat below her smattered with her blood.

Bruised ribs. Maybe slightly broken.

You unceremoniously threw her aside, letting her fall groaning on her side. You clicked your tongue, watching her struggle and turning to the class she was supposed to be teaching.

"Lesson 1, kids," you waved your hands in Kim's general direction. "Don't end up like that."

Broken ego.

You turned to go back to your boys when the glint of metal caught your eye. You tilted your head just in time for the dagger to zip past your eye line, only thinly scratching at your cheek. Your hands reacted on instinct, reaching for the small hidden pocket along the waistband of you pants. You flicked the thin blade with deft fingers, embedding on the mat and landing it purposely close to Kim's eyes that it cut through her fake lashes.

"Nem!" Steve's unmistakable voice boomed through the speakers. You had forgotten that they had FRIDAY everywhere. "We said no weapons."

You rolled your eyes and smiled cheekily at the cameras. "It's just a nail file. I don't like keeping blood under my nails."

"You call that training?" Steve groaned rubbing his eyes and turning to Frank.

"I call that anger management," Frank said, amused at how unpredictable to handle they already found you when they've barely scratched the surface. He noticed how Bucky looked furious, his metal hand clutching a little too hard onto the table. "Don't like what you see, Sarge?"

Bucky didn't answer. He didn't tell them that he didn't like what he saw because he knew he was a major contributor in what caused it. If only he had been kinder, gentler, more honest. Maybe things would have turned out differently.

He walked down the hallways much later gripping a first aid kit in his metal hand and nervously running the other through his cropped hair. The cut on your face was barely anything, but he needed an excuse to talk to you. He was afraid you would turn him away, but he was terrified that you wouldn't. He didn't know what to say to you. He didn't know how to begin to apologize for everything he's done. His palm grew sweaty and beads were beginning to form on his brow.

He was only a few steps away from your bedroom door and he was sorely tempted to turn back around when he noticed that it was cracked open and he could hear voices from inside. He should have followed his instinct to keep his distance but a high whine that definitely came from you pushed him to peak through the small opening.

What he saw made his already thumping heartbeat grow quicker. His eyes grew wide and his throat went dry. Whatever he was expecting, it definitely wasn't this.

You. Stark naked. Grinding your mound on someone's face.

You looked absolutely glorious as you wound your hips in your chase for release; head thrown, back arched, and lips in a dreamy smile. The view he had of you, facing him and deep into your pleasure, was enough to cause his pants to tighten. He couldn't see which one of your teammates was beneath you, the bedframe blocking his view. Whoever they were, Bucky was jealous. He wanted to taste you too.

He felt that stirring of longing again now as he watched you in the throes of passion with another man. He felt it the moment you stepped back into their lives. He felt it during the 10 years they thought you were dead. And he felt it when you were still in training as a recruit every time you smiled at Pietro and Steve.

You picked up your pace and he could see muscular arms reach up to grip your waist and pull you down harder. You were panting curses, your breathing turning erratic and Bucky could see your thighs begin to shake. The sight of you coming undone has to be the most entrancing thing he's ever seen.

Movement from you and your partner pulled him from the hypnosis caused by your erotic display. His face heated up, deeply embarrassed at having watched you for so long and finding enjoyment in basically violating your privacy. He was about to leave when the man whose face you had been riding, came up to kneel behind you.

He pulled your hips back against his own, sliding his hard length easily into your dripping cunt causing you to moan so deliciously that Bucky felt a shiver run down his spine. You reached your hand up to grip the back of his head, letting him bury his own in your neck as he set a languid pace with his thrusts.

Your head rolled to the side and your eyes opened, locking directly with Bucky's. You smirked and reached down to circle your swollen bud, pressing your back further against the hard body rutting behind you and purposely putting on a show. You winked at him.

He bolted out of there.

"That wasn't very nice, honey," the low voice was thick with lust in your ear. His breathing was growing labored too, finding your heat wrapping around him overwhelming.

"I don't see you stopping, Captain."

"How can I when you're gripping me so tight?" He snapped his hips earning a sharp moan from you. "Did you like that? Torturing my best pal with me balls deep inside you?"

You sighed and closed your eyes. Apple pie Steve wouldn't have whispered such sinful things to you, but this Steve could make you cum with just filthy words alone.

"Yeah, you did. Look at you clenching and soaking my cock from having Bucky watch you. You like being bad to him, honey?"

A sudden smack to your ass had you snapping your eyes open. He chuckled into your neck, biting down hard on the juncture as he felt you gripping him even tighter.

"Answer," he growled, landing a harsher smack to your bottom.

"Yes! Yes, Captain, I did."

"Good. Will you be good for me now, honey? You caused a bit of trouble today." His thrusting was still slow, making sure you felt every ridge and vein with each stroke as he drove you into a stupor. "Will you be a good girl for your Captain now?"

"Yes, Captain."

He smirked against your skin, pleased at your compliance. He was reveling in the power he had over you. Frank had said that you never took orders without a fight, but here you were being so good for him. Pliable. Yielding. He was enjoying it.

He gathered your hair in one hand and pulled, your back arching beautifully and emphasizing where his cock was buried deep inside you. With each thrust his cock came out glistening with your slick. The image made him lose control, abruptly escalating his pace to rail feverishly into you.

He had you gasping and clutching at the sheets instantly, begging for him to go harder and push you over the edge. He bent over you and reached around to rub furiously at your throbbing clit.

"Cum like a good girl, honey. Cum around my cock," he commanded. "I wanna feel you fucking drown me."

You came, lights dancing in your eyes and your head empty of all thoughts aside from the pleasure that racked your body. He followed soon after with a loud grunt, the sensation of you fluttering around him too much to resist.

He fell on top of you, spent and satisfied. Your sweat and heavy breaths mingling together as you both tried to return back to the world. You liked the heavy feel of him on top of you, strangely finding comfort in the weight.

He dragged you with him when he rolled off you, spooning you and planting kisses on the back of your shoulders that had your skin tingling from his beard.

"When are you going to put him out of his misery?"

"When it stops being fun?" you chuckled.

Steve wasn't going to push the issue. He knew that it was up to you whether you forgave Bucky or not and when that would be. It would be on your own terms how things moved. Just like what happened between you two. He wasn't expecting it, but the heated argument about the injuries you inflicted on one of his best agents had somehow escalated into him spanking you and you growing wet from it.

Not that either of you were complaining.

You turned around in his arms to face him, looking up at him with a taunting smirk. "You sure your old heart can take being in a polyamorous relationship?"

He chuckled and pecked your lips before going back in for a much deeper kiss that had you swooning. When he pulled back, he was looking at you lovingly.

"I'm known for waiting too long about things like this. I lost my shot at you 10 years ago. I'm not missing out on you again."

His words were firm and genuine. He honestly thought that he would mind having to share you with several other men. He thought that he would feel jealous and possessive. Instead, he felt reassured. He knew that wherever and whenever he lacked, someone else would pick it up and he would be the same. There was a sense of relief knowing that you would always be taken cared of by people who felt the same for you as he did.

"Well then you have some making up to do for waiting so long," you said nibbling at his lower lip.

He groaned and grabbed your thigh, hitching your leg up on his hip. Your thighs and core were still sticky and slippery from both your releases. His tongue dove into your mouth and he could feel you moan against his lips as he ran the tip of his cock against your still sensitive core. Your nails dug into his back as he sunk in, fitting perfectly inside you.

"You're running with a super soldier now, honey," he said, eyes burning with want. "I can do this all day."

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Catch the Wind | part three

Pairing: Matt Murdock/reader Words: 3.1k Summary:  You like Matt. You’re pretty sure he likes you too. Then why does he say no when you ask? What is he hiding and why won’t Foggy tell you? Request:  “How about an old friend of Foggy and Matt, who has this will they won’t they thing with Matt and she finally tries to act on it for her only to get turned down by him. His decision was because he is too focused on being Daredevil and doesn’t want her to be swept up in that so they decide to be friends, but it takes a strain on her relationship with Matt but also with Foggy too. Then like decide where it should go from there” (anon) Warnings: kidnapping, reader is kinda tortured but I tried to keep it vague but definitely not as bad as anything in the shows A/N: It’s finished. Finally. Sorry. Should I post this as one whole thing? I think I might get more notes that way lol.

part one || part two || masterlist || ao3

You awoke in the middle of the night to a noise in your apartment. You laid still, ears searching for another sound. You relaxed when you heard none after a few minutes. Maybe your neighbor just dropped something, you thought. You closed your eyes and tried to fall back asleep. You tensed again at the sound of fabric rustling, realizing after a moment it was just your window curtains in the breeze. What had you so jumpy tonight? You had seen the masked man just this evening, keeping watch over the block. You knew nothing was going to happen…

You were nearly asleep when a hand clamped over your mouth and nose.

You were dazed and confused when your eyes finally fluttered open. You weren’t in your bed—had you fallen asleep working at the kitchen table again? You moved to stretch your arms and back, but something tugged tight at your wrists. You glanced down with groggy eyes to find a neatly knotted rope around each arm. You kicked your legs to find that they were similarly bound.

In an instant, your sleepy mind flashed to full clarity.

Not good. This was definitely not good.

Your eyes focused just ahead of you. Across a small wooden table was a well-dressed man with dark hair. He was sitting casually, almost lazily, with one leg draped across the arm of his chair. He was twirling a knife idly in his right hand and barely glanced at you when he spoke. “Finally awake?”

“Where am I?” you responded, giving another futile tug to your bindings.

“New York City,” the man deadpanned. You nearly rolled your eyes—you could’ve figured that one out yourself. The sounds were distant, muffled, but you could still make out the sound of the hustle and bustle of the busy city. You couldn’t exactly tell which borough you had been brought to, but you knew you weren’t in a residential area. The room you were in was big with tall ceilings, dim construction lights, and no windows aside from darkened skylights on the roof. An abandoned factory. A warehouse, maybe.

Well, isn’t that just a bit cliché.

You shivered as a draft eased over your skin. The building certainly didn’t have central AC—you were freezing in the thin pajamas you had been kidnapped in.

Kidnapped.

You had just been kidnapped. Why this was only registering now, you weren’t sure. You fought the panic rising in your chest. Hyperventilating now would be no good and you didn’t want to know what would happen if you passed out. A count of five to control your breathing, then: “What do you want from me?”

“It’s not you we want, sweetheart.” He rose from his seat, straightening his suit jacked and adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. He slowly stepped around the table and you couldn’t help but be reminded of a jaguar stalking its prey. You tensed when he disappeared behind you, but he was only gone for a moment before tossing several issues of the Bulletin across the table. “It’s him.”

You cautioned a closer look at the papers in front of you. Featured on each page was a different grainy photo of the man in the mask, Daredevil, whatever they were calling him these days. “I don’t—I don’t know him.”

“You don’t?” The man—your kidnapper—pulled out a few photographs, placing them slowly in front of you. The first was of you and Daredevil walking side by side. It was taken shortly after he had saved you from that alley, you realized, when he escorted you home. The second was a picture of the fire escape landing just outside your window. You were leaning out the window, handing him a bottle of water—the defender of Hell’s Kitchen needed to be hydrated, right? But glancing at the third picture, you were unsure of what it had to do with you. Until you realized it was of him kneeling on the rooftop of the building across from yours.

“We’ve been trying to track him down,” your kidnapper continued, “as he’s been interfering with several…business ventures of ours. He’s been very hard to locate. Fortunately for us, your apartment is one of his more…frequented locations. We just want to know who he is. Then we might be able to…set you free.”

“But I don’t know him!” you insisted again.

Your kidnapper retrieved a knife from his pocket, sliding the flat of it up the side of your arm. “It would be easier on the both of us if you just told me his name.”

“It would be easier if you’d just listen! I don’t know—” Your words abruptly cut off as the man slid the point of the knife against your thigh—not deep, but enough to slice through your pant leg and draw a thin line of blood. You could almost laugh. You were expecting much, much worse. “That’s the best you could do? I’ve had paper cuts worse—”

Your eyes widened. Why were you mouthing off at a time like this? Why would you say that? Stupid, stupid, stupid… In a flash, the man’s palm struck across your cheek, turning your head sideways. You tasted blood. Your lip was split. Fantastic.

“I just need a name.”

“I don’t have one!”

“Then let’s just hope he finds you in time.”

“What? No, please, please!” you shouted as his fist collided with your temple.

It was a slow night for Matt. He hadn’t stumbled across any emergencies needing his assistance nor could he hear any in the surrounding area. The night was almost too slow, it seemed. Without anything to do, he jogged across rooftops until he reached your apartment building. He always told himself it was just part of his nightly sweep of the neighborhood, but deep down, he knew it was more than that.

It had been weeks since you’d talked to him—well, talked to him as Matt, that is. You had been his best friend for nearly two decades now. It pained him every day the two of you didn’t talk.

But it wasn’t like he didn’t understand.

He rejected you. He probably broke your heart and, to top it all off, he was hiding a huge secret from you! He understood why you were giving him the silent treatment—he’d probably do the same if the roles were reversed—but he was thankful he could still at least check on you every day, even if it was as the Daredevil. He just wished you wouldn’t take it out on Foggy, too.

Foggy was torn, to say the least. He hated to see his two best friends apart like this and hated knowing he had contributed to it in some way. He wanted to tell you Matt’s secret, he really did! But he couldn’t. He desperately wanted to tell you so you could talk some sense into Matt, get him off the streets every night, but he couldn’t betray Matt’s trust like that. Even as much as he wanted to. He’d tell Matt as much, but things were already tense between them as they were.

Shaking his thoughts aside, Matt stepped gently onto your fire escape. He first noticed the cool air seeping out the window to your apartment. How many times would he have to remind you to lock it? He made three quick raps against the pane, alerting you to his presence. He waited for you to answer, but you never showed. He turned his attention away from the city and directed it to the inside of your apartment. But…he couldn’t hear you.

He could hear the loud thumping of the heartbeat of your upstairs neighbor and the quieter beats of her two cats but not you. He slid your window open wider and slipped into the space of your kitchen. The air was still. You hadn’t been here in a few hours. Dread pooled deep in his stomach.

Matt pulled his phone out of his pocket. Normally, he left it behind, but part of him hoped you would end your silent treatment one of these nights. Whatever the reason, he was thankful he had it. He just had to assure himself that you were okay—perhaps you’d gone to the store or out to a movie with a friend. He quickly dialed your number, paling when he heard your phone buzz on your bedside table. He hung up. Foggy’s number was next.

“Matt?” Foggy asked groggily, disoriented from waking up and confused that Matt was actually calling him.

“Have you heard from Y/N?” Matt asked quickly.

“No. Why? What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I just…stopped by her apartment and she’s not here. She’s not answering her phone.”

“I’m sure she’s fine. She’s probably at a friend’s place. Asleep. Like we should be.”

“Yeah. Goodnight.” Matt ended the call, nearly throwing the phone across the room in frustration. Something wasn’t right about this. He paced across your apartment, freezing when he caught the scent of…cologne? His heart dropped a little. Maybe you found somebody to replace—

His mind made the connection. That was the same cologne as one of the crime bosses he’d been following.

This time, he did throw his phone across the room.

You realized at some point you’d gone unconscious. You awoke to a throbbing in your skull and sharp pains across your abdomen. You couldn’t feel the rest of your body, but you generally felt like you had been hit by a truck. The taste of blood was heavy on your tongue. You pried your eyes open, but everything was blurry. Was one of your eyes swollen shut or just could you not see from the pain in your head? You pried your eyes open further and winced. Swollen. Your eye was definitely swollen.

You couldn’t catalogue any other specific injuries. All the pain swelled together, indistinguishable from one another. You thought maybe a finger was broken, but you couldn’t tell for sure. It definitely hurt every time you tried to flex your hand, though. You also realized deep breaths were something to steer clear from.

Your captor noticed your movements and stepped into your field of vision, leaning against the table in front of you. “Back, are we?” he asked. He casually bumped your knee with his, almost affectionately. You hissed from the pain the movement caused.

“Didn’t…didn’t think I could leave,” you wheezed. You’d certainly begged for it earlier. But your kidnapper made it clear the Devil arriving would be your only hope. Your kidnapper…you really needed to give him a name.

“Not yet.” Your captor—Zane. Yeah, let’s call him Zane—picked up a knife from behind him and twirled it in the air. You tensed, waiting for the pain to come, but he just continued to stare at you.

“Okay, listen,” you begged. “I’m weak. I’m weak, I know I am. I’m weak to torture. If I knew anything, it’d have spilled already. You’re good—you’re good at what you do, but I don’t have anything—”

“Flattery gets you nowhere. Besides, that isn’t even the goal anymore.” A glint from the knife was your only warning before it was embedded in your thigh. You screamed, begging, pleading, that your hero would find you.

Your bloodcurdling scream sent ice down Matt’s spine.

He had been poised outside the warehouse, waiting, listening, trying to find the best course of action to rescue you. But that sound had him throwing caution to the wind. He dove through the nearest window.

Three men were in this hallway. Matt dodged a bullet one of the men fired before ripping the gun out of his hands. A solid strike from the butt of the gun rendered the man unconscious and Matt turned to face the other two. His mind turned to autopilot as he incapacitated his enemies. Every move was instinctual, every hit uncaring.

At last, he found where you were being held in the center of the building. He tensed as he stepped into the room, hands raising in a sign of no harm. You were being held at gunpoint. Every step he took pressed the gun tighter into your temple, so he froze, thirty feet away from you.

Tears were streaming down your face. You knew a gun was being held to your head, but you weren’t conscious of much more than that and the knife still hilt-deep in your leg. Ringing in your ears drowned out all other sound. You weren’t sure how the Daredevil made it across the room or took down Zane, but you instinctively reacted when hands pressed down on your shoulders.

“No, please, stop!” you begged. “I don’t know who he is, I swear.”

Slowly, your senses came back to you. “Hey, it’s me. Calm down,” you heard. Your eyes fluttered open. The masked man blearily came into focus. You wished you knew what he looked like. He’d probably have such gorgeous eyes… “Y/N, hey.” A hand tapped the side of your face. “I need you to stay awake, okay? I’m gonna get you some help.”

“My eyes closed?” you mumbled. You were trying to stay awake, but your eyes had plans of their own.

“Yeah, they did.” He knelt down to untie the rope around your wrists and ankles. Once free, he tucked an arm under your knees and behind your low back. “This is going to hurt. I’m sorry.” On a count of three, he lifted you into his arms and you were out like a light.

You groaned some time later as you were laid gently on what you thought to be a couch. You couldn’t tell where you were—higher thinking was on the backburner currently. The pain quickly erased any thought that came into your mind. You fought to open your eyes, though. You had to know if you were safe.

You were in a small apartment, on a living room couch like you originally thought. An expansive first aid kit was spread on the coffee table next to you. Several of the tools were bloodied; several packages were ripped open. You raised your eyes higher to find a woman and a man having a heated discussion. The man you knew—it was the Daredevil. You could tell even though his back was turned. The woman, though…you weren’t sure her identity. She wore blue, bloodied gloves and the ears of a stethoscope were around her neck. You caught the last of her argument.

“She needs a hospital, Matt. Only surgeons are qualified to remove impaled objects. And I, as good as I am at stitching you up, am not a surgeon.”

You thought hard to make sense of the words. Who needed a hospital? And wait… “Matt?” you croaked. She said Matt? Daredevil instinctively turned at the sound of your voice and you gasped at what you saw. His mask had been removed. You met the eyes of your best friend. Matt Murdock. “What? It’s you?” Matt sighed and ran a hand over his face. Fuck. This was everything he was trying to avoid. “This was why you had those bruises?” He nodded. “Foggy knows?” He nodded again. This was too much for you to wrap your head around.

Matt knelt by your head and took one of your hands in his. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry. This is why I couldn’t tell you, why we couldn’t be together. I knew someone was going to use you to get to me. It’s all my fault—”

You stopped his tirade with a whisper of his name. “Matt, it’s not your fault.” You reached up to wipe a smear of blood off his cheek. You weren’t even sure who it belonged to—you, him, or one of your kidnappers. “It’s not your fault. We’ll talk about this later. Right now I’m in a lot of pain and getting a lot of blood on a stranger’s couch. I need to know what the plan is.”

Matt turned to the woman and then sighed. “This is my friend Claire. She’s a nurse at Metro General. She’s going to take you to the hospital, okay?”

Matt moved to stand, but you gripped his arm. “You’re not going?”

“I’ll meet you there as soon as I can. I have to change clothes first. I can’t show up looking like this.” He gestured broadly to his bloodied suit. Your grip tightened. You didn’t want him to leave you. “I trust Claire with my life. She’s safe.”

You slowly loosened your grip. “Be fast,” you whispered. Matt nodded.

He and Claire loaded you into the passenger seat of her car. Matt pressed a kiss into your temple before closing the door behind you. Soon, the car was moving and you bared your teeth through the pain each turn and bump caused. Claire was a constant stream of “sorry.” You fought with everything you had to stay awake, but with the adrenaline gone, you felt every injury at full volume. But one ginormous pothole was all it took for your strength to shatter.

You groaned as you came to. Your eyes fluttered against the bright lights, but once they adjusted, you found you were in a hospital room. “I want to stop waking up in random places,” you whined. This was the third strange place you had woken up in since…however long it was since you were last at your apartment. A calendar on the wall said it was Sunday. So, two days.

Matt startled awake at the sound of your voice. You glanced over at him. He’d been trying to sleep in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs. He had dark circles under his eyes, worse than usual. Had he been here this whole time? “You look like shit, Matt,” you said.

“Y/N, I—” he started, but you cut him off.

“You don’t have to apologize. I understand now, I do.” Matt slid his chair across the floor until he was right by your side. You reached down to take his hand.

“But if I—”

“There’s a million things both of us could have done differently to not end up right where we are. The blame’s not all on you, Matt.”

He was silent for a few moments. He pressed the back of your hand against his lips as he thought. “How are you not mad at me?” he eventually asked.

“They got me on the good drugs right now, I think. But once they release me…ooh, you’re in for it.” You squeezed his hand, smiling.

“Yeah?” He returned your smile.

“Yeah.” You sat quietly for a few moments, your heart monitor filling in the easy silence. “So are you really blind? Or is that something to throw off people from finding out your secret identity?”

“You think I’ve had an alter ego since I was ten?” he laughed.

“You never know,” you shrugged. You burrowed deeper into your pillows. “I think I’m going to take a nap now. Will you stay?”

“Always.”

You were nearly asleep when you had to murmur one last thought. “I love you, Matt.”

“I love you too.”

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Writing a Blind or Visually Impaired Character: Crafting

How to Craft a Blind or Visually Impaired Character, Part One of a series

The is part of a multi-step guide for writing blind characters, and it’s master post is this link: https://mimzy-writing-online.tumblr.com/post/185122795699/writing-a-blind-or-visually-impaired-character

All the posts associated with this guide will be tagged #blindcharacter along with any other posts I write in the future regarding writing blind characters.

Disclaimer: This blogger/writer is visually impaired, has lived with vision loss for almost two years, has been using a cane for two years, and has written two blind characters so far. 

Part One: Crafting the Blind Character

Step One: Make a character. A real, fully fleshed out, written and perfected character.

I am VERY serious here. You need the character first before you can decide to make them blind. Or disabled in general. The reason for that is because disabled people are real people. They were real people before they developed their disability and they continue to be real people living with their disability.

Real people have family and friends they love and adore. They have their own community. They have an innate desire for human connection, whether it’s romantic, familial or friendship connections. They have sexual orientations and gender identities.

Real people have a sense of humor, whether it’s sarcastic, dry, witty, full of puns, dark humor or lighthearted humor. Even if their humor is reliant on memes, everyone has a sense of humor. Unless you’re writing a character who has a distinct lack of humor and never laughs at anything ever, but then I generally advise against writing a character who never laughs once in your book, sighted or not.

Real people have interests, favorite and least favorite things, music and food tastes, books they love and hate, unique mannerisms, goals, things they’re afraid of and things they’re willing to fight.

To be honest, blindness doesn’t change a person that much. There’s not much of a difference between sighted me and visually impaired me. Visually impaired me learned some better social skills and has an affinity for soft things and interesting textures, but I’m still the same person.

Think about it like this: take your favorite OC that you’ve ever made, and make them blind. Ideally they’re still an interesting person without being blind, so blindness is just sort of a thing that happened to them.

(this is actually how I made one of my blind characters. I took my favorite original character ever, and I made him blind. He’s still the same person, but his lifestyle and how people perceive his ability and treat him, are different.)

Blind people have amazing, colorful lives that are just as interesting as a sighted person’s life.

Your character needs to be developed and fleshed out before you give them a disability because at the end of the day disabled people are still real people and disabled characters should reflect that.

If you want to see a good example of what I mean when I say blind people are real people, I would check out YouTuber Molly Burke. Link to her channel right here:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwf9TcLyS5KDoLRLjke41Hg

She’s gotten pretty popular and through her videos you can really see her personality fleshed out. She’s a very authentic person, living her full life on camera. She does videos on her experiences with blindness. There are lots of educational videos on her channel, including how she (as someone who is considered medically blind and has only light and shadow perception remaining) uses technology as a blind person, what it’s like having a guide dog, videos about what it was like growing up with continuous vision loss, how she shops and picks out her daily outfits and does her make up. Like many people, Molly has an interest in fashion and beauty, and blindness has never stopped her. (Hint: your blind characters can have an interest in fashion and makeup too! Wouldn’t that be cool?)

She’s amazing and she is exactly what I mean when I say blind people are real people with vividly interesting lives just like sighted people.

Step Two: Make them blind

This is actually a multi-step thing, so we’ll work one step at a time.

First, decide how they went blind. Was it a disease or an accident? If it was a disease, you need to determine what disease it was. The disease you choose will affect your character’s vision in a specific way. Macular degeneration and retinitis pigmentosa will create two very different changes to vision. Get very specific and then research the shit out of that disease.

If it was an accident, you need to get very specific about the details of that accident and research whether what you’re suggesting is actually possible.

A head trauma might create a tear in the retina which would certainly affect vision, but retina tears are actually fixable through surgery in most cases (though probably not all cases, but most)

A chemical burn would damage the layers of the eye enough to cause blindness, but you need to be specific on what chemical it was, way type of burn it might cause, and how badly it would affect the skin surrounding the eyes.

In general, I advise against going the accident/trauma route for blinding a character. Going the trauma/accident route is very easy to mess up and can quickly turn into a daytime soap opera type of drama. It easily becomes a tragedy and tragedy is not fun to read. If that’s not the story you want to tell, then I recommend an eye disease.

Second, using what you’ve researched, you need to decide exactly what your character sees. Be very specific. Keep in mind that 90% of blind people have at least some remaining vision, even if it’s very little.

It might be shadow and light perception, so they see more outside in the sun than they do at night. (and probably see nothing at night in this case) They can still be light sensitive if they have light perception. Let me go back to Molly Burke, who only has light and shadow perception left, but is light sensitive. They might see shadows moving in front of a light source, but see almost nothing at night. They may only see the light source (like a lamp or headlights) and see darkness everywhere else.

Your character might have color vision still, or some vision acuity that allows them to distinguish some shapes from others but still prevents them from seeing details.

Your character might have terrible depth perception, and this makes stairs and curbs impossible to perceive and they might knock something over because they perceived it as being farther away than it was, or feel frustrated when they reach for something they thought was a few feet in front of them and is actually closer to ten feet away.

Maybe they have tunnel vision (if you’re writing with retinitis pigmentosa in mind, follow this guide) What they see is more like a window. It’s oddly shaped, not perfectly circular. There are probably dark spots in that window where they still don’t see. One eye might see more than the other. Large objects will be easier to see from a distance than if they were close up, and if they’re close up they might have to rove their eyes around the surface of what they’re looking at to see all the details to make a bigger picture. People with retina disorders tend to also lose color vision over time.

They might have vision acuity loss and they’ve lost distance vision. This is when the definitions of legally blind and visually impaired became a bit more important, because there is a distinction between the two.

Your blind character’s vision should not be completely fixed by glasses. That’s not blind. Having terrible distance vision that corrects to normal people vision with glasses is not blind. It’s not the same.

Some blind people still wear glasses, don’t get me wrong, but only if glasses create any real improvement. And even then, they’ll always see worse than others with glasses. It’s just an improvement.

(I’ve always needed glasses to correct some vision, but until I was 22, glasses always corrected my vision to 20/20. Now they correct to about 20/70 or worse. Even with glasses I still see like shit)

So sit down for a while and figure out what your character really sees. Put yourself in every scene or location your character will be in and determine what they can see in the moment. I don’t care if you’re narrating from third person, or from a different character’s first person perspective, or if this character is only a background character, you need to know what they can see in that moment.

Using this, you need to know what your character knows, especially if your blind character is important to the plot. They can’t see the small print on that sign, the dried bit of blood on someone’s shoes, a shadow sinking into an alley way, or even if that blurry blob twenty feet away is a trashcan or a person. (True story, always happens to me, and I am always wrong the first time)

If your character is meant to be uncovering these clues, you need to find a reasonable way for them to figure it out. Is there a sighted companion who points visual clues out and your blind character? Do they have magnifiers to read small print? Are they good at sneaking around and overhearing people from a distance? Are they just great at knowing when someone’s lying by the tone of their voice? Are they working with a team?

(Side Note: please don’t write your blind characters as some superhuman with amazing super senses that know where everyone and everything is. Please don’t write Toph or Daredevil. I love those characters, but those characters already exist and you need to make someone new. You’re not writing Toph or Daredevil.)

That’s it on crafting the character. To sum up, what you need is a character who is already interesting and amazing on their own without a disability, and then you need to give them a disability you spent hours and hours researching and figuring out.