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simplymurdock · 5 months

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I Find It In A Ironic And Poetic Way

summary: Joel finally makes good on his promise to take you outside the OZ’s walls. It is more beautiful than you could’ve ever imagined.

pairing: Joel Miller x gn!reader

warnings: cursing, post-outbreak, mentions of broken bones, but it’s really just prue fluff

word count: 1,310 words

authors note: i was rewatching not only the show but also parts of the game and couldn’t get over how beautiful the city was. i am absolutely putting myself into this because i am in love with the cities in tlou. this is short and sweet but i really wanted to get something out for yall for the holidays <3

“From this point you just keep your head down and follow my lead. You got that?”

“Joel I literally help you sell this shit, I think I can wrap my head around how dangerous this–”

“Not until you’ve been out there.” He cut you off. His voice was stern but not mean and by his extreme look you would think he would mean that in a mean way. But you’ve known him for too long to know that this was far from his version of mean. Looking down at both of your dirty and very worn shoes before your eyes looked back up to him. “Okay,” You gave him a small nod, knowing that he was doing all this to make sure he was keeping good on his promise. “Okay.” He repeated before leading the way down the tunnel. Glancing over his shoulder ever so often to make sure you were still following but that you were also staying close. The sewer tunnel was what you would think one would smell like. Which was god awful. The fear of getting caught took up the front part of your brain. The punishment for getting caught leaving the walls was public hanging. The same punishment was also for disbursing contraband which is what you help them with so either way you’re fucked.

Helping sell the contraband wasn’t even his idea. It originally was Tess’s, she suggested you because of you approachability. Along with the fact of knowing your fair share of people. The guys insisted that they had to be nearby in case someone tried to pull one over the two of you. Which resulted in a few broken noses, ribs, and (or) shoulder.

“We’re reaching the exit, so this is gunna be the most dangerous part.” He warned as the two of you walked towards the blue light growing with each step. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, feeling your body grow with glee.

The track through the exit took longer than the actual journey to it. Having to wait out on different sounds of trucks driving past. And staying out of the bright spot light that swept the area. But you made it. Losing counts of the time Joel had his hand out across you after hearing voices. The sight of the skyscraper and the busted up roads made it all worth it. Even though it was pitch black outside with only the two of yall’s flashlights and the small shine of the half moon it was still breathtaking. The rooftops could only allow you to see so much over the QZ’s walls. It was ecstasy how you thought it would be, just adding more greenery and overgrowth than you realized but it was still amazing.

“We’ll spend the night in the hotel tonight and in the morning make the track to Bill and Franks.” Joel explained as the two of you jogged up the steps. He held the door open for you as you stepped inside. Shining your light all around the room. Landing on the floor being flooded seeing it almost reaching the bottom part of the countertop.

“How deep is this?” You asked looking over your shoulder. He walked to your side, his shoulder pushing up against yours. Your light was shining down on the muddy murky water. He scoffed lightly before taking a step down the small four steps and walking into the water. Turning back towards you with a smug smile, “Not that deep,” He remarked holding his hand out for you. A small smile crept onto your face reaching forward and taking his hand. Using it to keep your balance while your feet shaklee felt their way down the few steps. Reaching his side and your smile grew as you shined your light upwards. Seeing the different levels, the different decorations, the broken parts of the railing on the second floor. “I could never afford to stay in a place like this,”

“Me neither,” He replied, looking at you in a way he hasn’t looked at anyone in a long time. The look of complete ‘aw’ in your eyes and your smile that was infectious.

The two of you made it up to the higher levels finding one of the rooms that still had a mattress, and the door was still on its hinges. Using the decaying and watered damaged dresser to block the door. Taking the curtains that were on the floor (still on the rod) and laying it down on the musty mattress. Pulling out each of their blankets they had packed and going to sleep. Joel was the last one to fall asleep just sat upright watching as your chest raised and fall. The comforting feeling knowing that you were sleeping peacefully next to help helped him actually fall asleep. It being the first time he woke up and realized that he had slept through the night. The bright sun was already piercing its way in, the reason he woke up in the first place. Rubbing his hand over his eyes before letting it fall beside him. Panic feeling his body not being able to feel you anywhere around him. His eyes shot open as wide as they could, his body shot upwards looking around the room.

His tense body quickly left, letting out a small breath as his eyes landed on you. Sat on top of the desk you had moved towards the smashed out window. Using one of the old pillows as a cushion to sit on the window seal.

“How long have you been awake?”

You turned over towards him, giving him a soft smile. “I saw the sunrise!” You beamed looking back out the window. Joel let out a small scoff, you weren’t a morning person and yet seeing the sunrise was like the highlight of your life. “It’s different than seeing it at QZ. The moment when the sun is slowly making its way up and covering the whole sky with pale blue. That is my sunrise.”

While Joel was listening to you, he was getting out of bed and walking over towards you. Leaning his right shoulder into the wall so he was facing you. “Why is it different from the QZ?” He already knew the answer because he had been outside on countless trips. But he wanted to see you explain it. Knowing it would cause your eyes to have a small sparkle in them. The small sparkle appeared every time you expressed something that meant a lot to you.

You turned towards him. Pressing your lips together, crossing your legs over one another to face him properly. “The building have smashed out windows, and broken parts of ceilings, flooring, and walls. I mean the ground is broken apart because of the fauna. I mean it’s actually quite stunning how the earth is reclaiming itself. The different ways the vines and grass grow as if to cover the buildings and everything around it! I find it in a ironic and poetic way.... What?”

He shook his head lightly, “Nothing..” He trailed off staring down at the one person who gave him something to smile about.

#back on my zombie shit #joel miller #joel miller <3 #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller tlou #joel the last of us #joel tlou fluff #zombie

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inkareds · 8 months

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De Selby Part 1

Jason Todd

1/10 - Unreal Unearth Event

nav // event masterlist // dc masterlist // ko-fi

✧.* word count: 3.7k ✧.* genre: angst with happy ending ✧.* warnings: a lot of confusing conflicting back story with the reader and jason oh and mention of gore

When Jason was younger, a ghost would follow him around. Not in the literal sense, more of the metaphorical sense. You'd come to him in his darkest times, but when he knew you needed him most, you disappeared, like a ghost

(Ps I’m talking out of my ass when it comes to the Reader stealing shit. I have no idea if any of this works, I don’t want to research how to steal a headlight) Also song breakdown at the end of the fic

Requests are still open for my October writing prompts event!

"At last, when the world is asleep // You take in the blackness of air // The likes of a darkness so deep // That God at the start couldn't bear"

“Jason?” the thief stopped their incessant wriggling to get out from his hold, instead they froze looking up at the helmeted vigilante above them.

“What?” Jason froze, his brows furrowing in a deep set of confusion at the sound of his name from a stranger.

Until the thief reaches to take off their black mask from their face, showing Jason just who he caught trying to steal a Monet from Gotham’s Art Museum.

“Ghost,” he whispered.

“God I never would’ve thought you’d end up a crime-fighting badass, thought you’d just steal tires for the rest of your life.”

“I never thought you’d end up giving Catwoman a run for her money, I assumed you’d just be a petty thief your entire life.”

Jason took off his helmet and the domino mask, setting it down on the table in front of him. There was no need to hide his identity anymore. Not when you already knew from the moment you heard his modulated voice from underneath the mask.

You chuckled at his response, making your way into his hideout whenever he’s in Gotham. It makes sense that he wouldn’t take you to his apartment, if he even got one in Gotham, after all, you were still a criminal. Who knows what you were planning on doing?

Nothing except watching your childhood friend make tea, that’s for sure.

“Two-”

“Very full teaspoons of sugar,” Jason cut you off before you could finish your sentence. Turning towards you with two mugs in his hands, a sly smirk on his face, “Don’t think I’d forget how you’re on the road for early diabetes.”

He offered you the mug after you sat on one of the very few seats he had in the hideout. You whispered a thank you before he took his own seat in front of you. The cup of tea warmed your cold hands. Whether Gotham was getting colder over the years or you were getting weaker either way, it wouldn’t work out in your favour.

Your eyes idly looked to your side as you lightly blew the top of your tea to cool it down faster. Autumn had just started, which meant winter was coming, and with winter comes the hardest months in the entire year for you.

Though you didn’t want to think about that now, not when someone you thought was long gone was now seated in front of you, and the hot tea you were looking down on now seemed extremely delectable. Slowly you brought the cup up to your lips, feeling the hot liquid coat your tongue and throat, slightly burning the back of it, though you couldn’t care less.

To be quite frank, you didn’t remember the last time you had fresh and hot tea.

When you finished your small sip, you pulled it down and let the taste linger in your mouth. Sighing and closing your eyes.

“That’s the shit right there,” you murmured, feeling your chest already warmed up from a single sip.

Jason watched, eyes focused and trained. He’s looking at you as if he’s looking at a ghost. In a way, he guessed he was kind of looking at a ghost. A ghost of his past.

“Staring problem, Todd?” You quipped, looking up through your eyelashes at him.

Jason shook his head, all these years and yet he’s still speechless whenever you spoke.

“Is this the part where you cuff me and bring me to the station after threatening me not to tell anyone your secret identity?”

“What? No.” He didn’t know why he answered as quickly as he did, nor as nervous as he did. But it seemed to make you laugh, so he didn’t dwell too long on it.

“Don’t worry, you don’t need to threaten me, I promise I would never.”

Had any other crook or criminal told him that after knowing his secret identity, Jason wouldn’t believe them. Though for some reason, hearing it with your voice, he knows it to be true.

He doesn’t know what to say and it seems you were done with talking too. Choosing to instead put all your focus on the cup of tea in your hands. So the two of you were quiet for a little while.

Jason took a few sips from his mug but found it difficult to feel relaxed even with his favourite tea. Every now and again he’d sneak glances towards you, how much you’ve changed and how much you haven’t.

You were taller, stronger, smarter, sharper. And if your previous crimes were anything to note, though he didn’t know it was you at the time, you were getting sneakier. Quieter in your steps. You looked more tired than he remembered too.

But, you still had that faraway look in your eyes, that almost-ghostly glaze which coats your gaze. He could still see the storm brewing in your mind from your eyes. The amount of thoughts that haunted your every waking moment.

Above all else, you still had that large scar on the palm of your hands.

He didn’t realise he’d been staring at it for long until you shifted in your seat. Moving your hands so that you’d cup the mug tighter in your hands, effectively covering every inch of your palm from his wandering gaze.

Jason found himself at the spot to say something, anything at all.

“I tried looking for you.” Were the only words he could think of to say.

Your eyes immediately darted to him, a sense of shock encompassing your body for a solid second. Before you relaxed, you dropped your shoulders in a weak attempt to pretend his words didn’t affect you.

“I know.”

“I couldn’t find you.”

“I know.” You repeated

“Why couldn’t I find you?” He croaked, almost desperate for answers.

“You’ll never get all of them off if you don’t go faster.”

A young Jason Todd, scraggly and dirty from the muck of the streets snapped his head towards the voice. There, from the dark of the alleyway, out came another equally dirty and messy kid.

“I thought you were a ghost.” he stated before going back to work trying to take off the parked car’s headlights before the owners could come back.

“You’re lucky I’m not,” you smugly answered him with a grin on your face before taking the small screwdriver from his hands and pushing him aside, “Because no ghost would be able to teach you how to do it quicker.”

Jason scoffed at your smug behaviour, though that irritation was quickly wiped off his face when you managed to take off the headlight he’d been tinkering with for the past 10 minutes or so, shy of just a few minutes.

When you looked back at him, holding the headlight in one hand and the screwdriver in the other he rolled his eyes. He can’t believe he was bested by the smugest kid in all of Gotham's slums. But you threw the headlight in his direction, surprising him and causing him to almost drop and smash the entire thing, rendering it useless in the spare parts market. All before you turned towards the other one.

“The trick is to find a weak point in the glass before you start trying to wedge your screwdriver in there.” You explained eyes focusing on the headlight in front of you, “When you find it, it’s best to work fast and strong. So that the metal doesn’t have time to adjust to the new weight.”

When you were eventually able to wedge the second headlight out, just like the first one, you gave it over towards him.

“Is this some kind of trick to get me to owe you? Cause I don’t owe you jack shit!” Jason, the smart-ass kid he was, spat out after he placed down the two headlights you were able to get out for him.

This response caused you to laugh.

“Hey, we’re all just trying to survive out here, right? Nothing wrong with helping out every once in a while. You don’t owe me anything, I promise.” You explained before handing him his screwdriver and making your way back from where you came from to leave him to steal the other two back headlights.

“Who are you anyways?” He mumbled rolling his eyes.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, pretty boy?” Was your last statement before Jason saw you disappearing into the shadows.

He scoffed and went back to work, thinking how ridiculous you were acting. As if you were some kind of Batman reject.

“I didn’t want to be found.” You answered after gritting your teeth.

Years of hatred and anger bubbled up in that moment. As he slammed the mug down on the table in front of him he stood, towering over you.

“Why not?! I looked for you for years out there! You know the amount of guilt I had after realising I left you out there alone?!”

Jason could tell he was slowly irritating you with the way you refused to look up at him and instead turned your attention back towards the window, watching the dark of Gotham.

“That’s your own psycho problem, not mine. I told you, you didn’t owe me jack shit. I didn’t want your charity, I taught you all of those things from the goodness of my own fucking heart.” You abruptly stood at the last part of your statement as if standing would prove your point that you were stronger than he thought.

That just because he was adopted by the richest guy in all of Gotham and somehow is now a crime-fighting, gun-swinging, vigilante-hero thing, he wasn’t better than you. He wasn’t stronger than you. At least, that’s what he knows you just want him to think.

“Don’t play fucking dumb, you know I don’t mean that.”

Ghost as he affectionately nicknamed you, as you kept popping up from the darkness somehow any time he needed help and then leaving when your job was done, visited him more often than not.

The two of you even worked together to pull off a large steal from a random guy’s car, basically almost dismantling the entire engine to take out all the things both of you could resell.

He didn’t really want to admit it, but Jason thought he finally found himself a friend. Even if he didn’t know your name. Not due to a lack of trying though, he’s tried, repeatedly, to ask for your name. Even going so far as following you when you think no one’s there, to see if you knew other people who would give him a clue of your name.

All for naught.

So, he settled with just calling you Ghost.

He’s done his fair share of rebellion and troublemaking in both daylight and nightfall, yet he’s only ever seen you when the sun is long gone. As if by daylight you disappeared from the face of the Earth.

He didn’t mind, at least, not when he could see you and talk to you almost every other night.

“How’d you know I needed help that time, by the way?” He once asked after you finished eating the last of your taffy that he helped pickpocket from a guy that just left a candy store.

You grinned a wide, sugar-stained grin. “I was observing you.” You threw your head back in laughter when Jason’s brows furrowed in shock. “I go there almost every week to see if some dumbass is stupid enough to park their car there. I thought you were pretty cute when I saw you already there and then you annoyed me by taking so long with ONE headlight!”

The insult at the end of your statement completely masked your confession at the beginning of it. This caused Jason to react to the second part of your statement, not the first.

“Hey! I do it faster than you now!” He pushed your side, causing you to stumble on the crate you were standing on.

“Ungrateful brat!” You yelled out before lunging towards him, tackling him to the ground as the two of you pretended to fight one another.

Something weirdly common between the two of you now. Jason thought it felt great, he knew he was still a kid, despite all the things he’s done and will continue to do in the slums of Gotham. So being able to do normal kid things felt weirdly cathartic to him.

But when he started laughing louder than he usually let himself, you pulled away. Standing up and offering him a hand to help him up too.

“But yeah, that’s it I guess,” you shrugged before turning your back towards him.

A sure sign he understood now as your way of leaving. Before you could disappear into the darkness like you always did, he did something he never did before. He called out to you.

“You think you could come in a more regular interval? I’m getting tired of thinking I’m about to be scared by a ghost, Ghost.”

You froze in your steps and Jason was afraid he’d said something wrong.

But then a humourless chuckle escaped you.

“Yeah, sure, who knows?” You muttered uncommittedly.

The next few days you didn’t show up, which caused Jason to slightly grow worried about you. However, he did try to push it away as his mother was getting increasingly aggressive and the time he saw her not passed out or drugged out of her mind, decreased.

It wasn’t like he saw you all the time anyway, and there were times when the two of you wouldn’t see each other for a full week before you showed up again.

But you always showed up, and you always somehow managed to find him.

Days stretched into weeks, and weeks stretched into a few months. Then his mother died. Overdosed on her pills and Jason had reached his tipping point.

The next thing he remembered was accidentally getting in trouble with the wrong group of people, he doesn’t even really remember how he got there. His memory buzzed over from the mixed emotions circling through his mind. What he does remember is what happened.

A group of older teenagers pushed him to the ground. There were three of them, had it just been one person he could’ve taken them on, it wasn’t the first scuffle he’s had to deal with. But there were three of them and after landing punch after punch on a few of them, they quickly gained the upper hand.

He remembered struggling against their hold as two of them held him down and the other pulled out a knife from his pocket. Jason remembered screaming, he didn’t want to die, not now.

Then through the haze of adrenaline and fear all became blurry. He remembered seeing you come down from the darkness like a ghost, pushing the guy with the knife away to the ground. The force and surprise caught him off guard, enough to have him hit the ground hard enough that he must’ve gained a concussion.

The shock of it all caused the other two holding him down to loosen their hold, he remembered taking advantage of this and pulling away. Decking the two of them straight in the face. Clearly not enough to knock them down though, he wasn’t quite as big as them yet.

“What the fuck are you standing there for?!” Your voice cut him from his frozen position, “Run!” You yelled at him, turning around to face him, your back facing the unconscious guy with the knife.

Jason’s eyes widened when he saw the guy start standing up, his knife glinting in the scarce street lights that reached the alleyway all of you were in.

“Look out!” He yelled out desperately, hopeful that you’d be able to dodge or do something.

When you turned it was too late, the most you could do was shield your face with the palms of your hands, instinct more than anything. The knife ripped across the skin of both the palms of your hands, forming a large laceration across your hands.

You screamed as you turned to Jason once more.

“RUN!” He doesn’t know why he listened to you.

Perhaps it was fear but had he not turned his heel and ran away maybe he wouldn’t have been filled with so much guilt as he did when Bruce Wayne adopted him.

Jason remembered hearing the sound of a policeman coming to the alleyway after he had run away. Effectively saving your life and chasing the punks away. But that was the last time he ever saw you.

Like a ghost, you disappeared.

“Don’t act like a child, that was years ago.” You gritted your teeth at him, clenching your fists, feeling the grooves of the scars in the palms of your hands.

Seeing as Jason wasn’t responding anymore, you started making your way towards the door to leave him. Yet before you could even take more than a step, Jason grasped your arm.

“I thought you were dead. I thought I left you for dead that night.” Jason spoke through gritted teeth, his hold tight and sure.

“Well, you didn’t, I was fine.” You tried brushing it off again but Jason wouldn’t relent.

“Why won’t you just let me help you?!”

“Because-” You roughly pulled your hand from his grasp taking steps back in the process to look at him in the eyes. “I realised something the last time we saw each other before I saved your life.” You pointed an accusatory finger at him.

“You, Jason fucking Todd, looked at me like I hung the stars. Like I was the sun and moon. Like I was your saviour. Guess what?!” You exasperatedly explained, “I’m no one’s fucking saviour and the fact that you looked at me like that scared me. You deserve better than me Jason, better than a petty thief!”

At this point, you were yelling, years of built-up anger and anticipation bubbled up in your throat and spilled out like word vomit. The two of you were so close to each other that you can’t help but realise just how much he’s changed over the years.

“You know I saw when Batman came to you, saw how he took you to Wayne manor. I figured Batman was Bruce Wayne and after seeing in the news that the great Mr. Wayne had just adopted another kid from the streets, around the same time Batman had a new Robin. I knew that was you.” You shook your head.

“I saw you once, whizzing above me, a big smile on your face with that large stupid yellow cape. That day I told myself I’m not going to drag you down with me any longer. You’re going to be better than me, you’re going to be better than anything in this fucking shithole of a place! And I wasn’t going to do shit that would hold you down. So, you’re asking why I didn’t want you to find me, there! That’s the reason, oh great Red Hood!”

You didn’t know what fueled your anger, maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t getting it. That you were doing this for him. That you wanted to cut all his ties from his shitty past and let him make a new present for himself. A better one. But when he wouldn’t even say anything, your frustration boiled over.

You roughly pushed his chest, “Say something god damnit! You were always such a talker, why are you being so quiet now huh?!”

Before you could push him again or hit him or do something that would elicit a reaction, any kind of reaction. Jason quickly took ahold of both your hands by your wrist.

“I died being Robin.”

You scoffed hearing his first words after your whole tirade of a confession.

“Yeah, I know, saw it in the news. Fucking bawled like a baby when I saw it. Why'd you think I was shocked when I saw you?” You refused to meet his gaze.

“That’s not the point,” he tightened his hold on your wrist, instinctively causing you to look back at him. “Before I died I thought about a lot of things, but the last thing I remembered was how I wished I could see you just one last time before I disappeared.”

In his eyes was a hurricane of emotion, ones you didn’t know how to feel about.

“When I got resurrected, you were the first thing I thought about. I went insane, my mind was scattered, and every piece of me was like shattered glass. The first place I thought to go to after that was the alleyway where I last saw you. I thought you’d be there. I don’t know why I thought you’d be there, but I just-" he paused, furrowing his brows trying to find his words.

"I just- you're right." He accepted, letting go of your hand. His head hanging lowly, defeated. You hated that look on him. "You're right, I saw you like you hung up the stars because you did. Back then you-"

You didn't know what possessed you at that moment. But before Jason could finish his ramble, your impatience pushed you to pull him down and slam your lips against his.

It was awkward, a mish-mash of lips, teeth, and a flurry of emotions. But Jason leaned in. He even placed a hand on your back before you pulled away.

"You talk too much." One of your hands crept up to his face.

There were a lot of things unsaid between the two of you. A lot of messy emotions with no clear connection and end. Yet, the moment he looked into your eyes and you to his, it seemed like it didn't matter anymore.

Then you said something. A single word.

"What?" He whispered, leaning into your touch.

"My name." You repeat what you said before, "That's my name."

Jason grinned.

Maybe you're right, maybe he should leave everything from his past in the past. He'll leave the pathetic child he was behind, he'll leave the slums of Gotham behind, and he'll leave the petty ghost-like thief.

Because right now, he doesn't know why, but he's sure you won't disappear anymore.

In De Selby part 1, Hozier references the fictional philosopher De Selby from the book The Third Policeman by Flann O’Brien. De Selby had several theories, one that I want to explore in reference in this fic, the first being that he theorised nightfall is an accumulation of black air, existence, and consequently, death is a hallucination. There was one other I wanted to explore but just didn't have the time to write it all down cause it was getting quite long.

#Jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #dc x reader #red hood x nb reader #jason todd x nb reader #red hood #dc comics #red hood fluff #jason todd fluff #jason todd angst #red hood angst #red ink unreal unearth event

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acacia-may · 6 months

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Enough [A Frank Denouement and Kit Snicket Friendship Ficlet]

A ficlet centric on one of my favorite ASOUE underrated friendships: Frank Denouement and Kit Snicket for Woevember 2023 hosted by @asouefanworkevent Day 4: Hotel Denouement. Dewey x Kit is also mentioned. Thank you for reading!

(Warnings: Sparring. Some mild spoilers)

“Hey. Hey, not the face,” Frank protested as he dodged one of Kit’s punches. Another soon followed. “If you give me a black eye again, I won’t be able to pretend I’m Ernest.”

“That was an accident,” she insisted as he tried and failed to catch her in a hold. “And why do you do that again?”

Her movements were so quick and agile, he could barely keep up with them—not to mention frustratingly unpredictable even after how many times they had sparred together. He supposed he had an excuse. Since he had been put on “hotel duty,” his sparring skills were severely lacking especially compared to Kit who spent most of her time in the field, but still he had thought that with practice he would’ve improved at least somewhat. He huffed, struggling to catch his breath as he quickly weaved in and out of her attacks. “Listen, when you have a boring desk job like me, you have to find ways to keep life interesting.”

“It just confuses everyone,” she argued as she turned, leaving her right side open. When he raised his arm, however, she effortlessly swerved away from his hand, completely unphased and he was back on the defensive. “If your point was to be deceptive, I could understand, but you just want to mess with everyone—why?”

“What do you care?” he huffed as he managed to get a kick in causing her to stumble. He gripped her arms holding her in place. “You can tell us apart.” She could, of course, frustratingly enough so he never got to have any fun with tricking her that he was either of his brothers. “So I don’t know why it would matter to—Ow!”

Frank winced as Kit elbowed him, and within moments she had him pinned to the ground. Pathetic, he thought with a slight shake of his head as he struggled to wriggle free. She was kind enough to practice with him whenever she was around which was getting more and more frequent. That gave him an idea.

“Before you punch me, picture me as someone you love—shouldn’t be too hard,” he teased with a wink and a grin. Kit lowered her hand and loosened her hold on him. The glare she gave him as she got up from the ground made Frank shiver.

“Listen, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just teasing…” he insisted, but Kit huffed, leaning against the wall with her back to him.

Even though Frank was sure she probably didn’t want him to, he joined her. The roof of the hotel was their favourite sparring place, and probably Ernest’s as well as he insisted it was the least disruptive to the guests. It was one of Frank’s favourite places in general since it had the most beautiful view of the city—especially at night when all of the buildings were illuminated by dim lights and the night sky was filled with stars.

After a long, heavy silence, Kit half-asked, half-stated, “So you know…?”

Frank’s brow furrowed. “About you and my brother? Yeah.”

“I had thought that since his entire existence is a secret, he’d be better at keeping one,” she teased with a twitch of a smile in the corners of her mouth.

“When he’s this happy? Absolutely not,” chuckled Frank. “You are all he ever talks about besides books and the Dewey Decimal System. I guess I just figured that since you were hanging around here a lot more that you two were in some kind of relationship now…” Frank stopped. “Are you in some kind of relationship?”

Kit frowned. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“Kit, my brother adores you. He would do anything for you—even die for you or follow you into hell if you asked. That level of devotion knows no bounds. I have no doubt that you are the person my brother loves the most in the world, and he is the person I love the most so I…”

“You’re worried about him,” she finished with a sigh. “And you should be.”

“I wouldn’t say…”

“You know about me and Olaf…?” she interrupted again, and Frank tilted his head.

“Well, yeah. Everybody knows about that.”

“Then you know I’m no good for your brother and that he deserves someone so much better.”

“Maybe that’s true,” Frank conceded. “But he doesn’t want anyone else.” Frank sighed. “Look, we’ve all done things that we’re not proud of—I know I have so I’m in no position to judge you or anybody else. The way I see it, there are very few genuinely good people in this world, but Dewey is one of them and he deserves to be happy. And Kit..." he paused—meeting her eyes. "You have made my brother happier than I have ever seen him and as far as I’m concerned that makes you good enough.”

#woevember #frank denouement #kit snicket #kit snicket x dewey denouement #asoue fanfiction #asoue spoilers #thank you for reading!!

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Hi! I really liked your Poly Frank, Eddie, Gn Reader post and I was wondering if u could make another one, where like maybe they get a pet? Like a dog or a cat or a slightly larger than normal butterfly? Just wanna see how they would deal with something to take care of haha

| I'd wanna just slap down a cat and butterfly idea bc I just believe frank would always want a pet butterfly- |

- now the idea of getting a pet wasn't something you all agreed on because it was a suprise from eddie for you and frank on your one year anniversary. he wanted to get you two something you'd hopeful like so he got a female queen alexandras birdwing butterfly (look them up they're very pretty butterflies) named queen and a simple white fluffball of a cat with a small black heart shaped blop on his chest named winston who was about 8 months old when he adopted him.

- once he came home with all these supplies for what looks like an animal or two you and frank stared. “ oh uh..hey you two! ” eddie smiled as he placed the cage down that held queen and the pet carrier winston was in. “ so I know today is our anniversary so I wanted to get you both a gift that'll be with us for a while! ”

- “ eddie what do you even mean by that- ” as soon as frank saw the queen alexandras birdwing butterfly he stared at it before smiling. “ did you get us pets!? ” he said excitedly as eddie placed the cage on franks (surprisingly clean) desk and let you open the pet carrier. winston was quickly drawn to you and even climbed up your arm to rest on your shoulders which made you giggle but you were almost more focused on frank at the moment.

- frank was always good with butterflies and somehow even tamed a few butterflies over the years but he hadn't owned one like this. “ I got her from a friend, she already had a name. her names queen. ” eddie said with a smile , he always got excited when you two were happy. for the next few hours queen wouldn't get off frank and would stay that way for the rest of the time you owned her and winston.

- now frank can easily care for queen due to his knowledge but you and frank almost always let him deal with the responsibly of her. queen is also a complete sweetheart to butterfly standards , even enjoys resting upon your shoulder and eddies but is clearly attached to frank.

- winston is a different story, he's one of those hyper yet lazy cats that demand food every minute of the day. poor eddie forgets if you feed him or not so he almost always overfeeds him , frank feeds him whenever you all eat which is the basic breakfast, lunch and dinner. you also take responsibly by brushing this oversized cotton ball but always end up with practically a second fur winston.

- winston joins in on cuddle piles while queen always rests somewhere on a pillow if she isn't in her cage. but winston gets jealous if frank or eddie even give you a small kiss-

- winston has smacked them right on the face with his paw because they were smothering you in kisses but winston just didn't seem to like that-

- infact any form of attention they give you makes winston jealous but overtime he allows it but also depends attention either it be chin scratches or headpats.

#welcome home arg #welcome home #welcome home x reader #welcome home arg x reader #welcome home eddie #welcome home eddie x reader #welcome home frank #welcome home frank x reader

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bookshelf-in-progress · 5 months

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My Favorite Lines from Each of the Stories I've Written This Year

There will be spoilers.

Without Words

I've said that my favorite line is:

Even now, I am silent. But my silence fills with the sound of beating wings.

But I think my favorite might actually be the ending (a contender for one of the best endings I've written).

There are no words to express all I want to say. Fortunately, we have never needed words. I force my way past my brothers, throw my arms around Christian's neck, pull him in for a kiss, and let my silence speak for me. This time, he understands.

Purity of Mind

Either this hint at Adam's fairy tale identity.

Adam stroked his blue-black whiskers, neatly trimmed for his homecoming. A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat; after months of her tiptoeing around him, her frankness was amusing. "I paid your parents richly for the privilege."

Or this chilling reveal of it.

He would never have opted for such an impersonal death. It was much more satisfying to feel the life draining away beneath his fingers.

Length of Years

I like how concisely I managed to summarize the lifetime of events that kept the prince from returning to the tower.

"I might have returned, when my temper cooled, but then there were the wars, the diplomatic missions, the voyages, the marriage treaty, the children..." He sat wearily on her window ledge. "By the time life slowed down, I assumed you'd long ago moved on, and it would have been disloyal to seek you out."

Loving Memory

I love the beautiful irony of this scene ending.

"What would she need to do to make you love her? What would you want in a wife?" Someone who can come into a ballroom clad in furs and not feel shame. Someone who knows how to laugh and cry. Someone who loves to watch the northern lights. Someone who travels night and day to apologize to a man she betrayed. In the end, I choose the diplomatic answer. "I don't know that I can ask for more than what I already have."

My very favorite part might be the flashbacks. I wanted this part to involve the usual scenes from the beginning of the fairy tale, but was afraid this would involve a lot of extra writing. So I love that I managed to do it with five two-sentence-long scenes.

As sappy as it is, I can't help loving their reunion. (Even if I don't think "senseless" is the word I was going for here.)

"Karina," I breathe. "I remember." "Everything?" she asks, as tears stream down her face. "Everything," I say, and kiss her senseless.

And my very most favorite part might be their quiet scene together afterward, where he's rejoicing in their reunion in ways that put me in mind both of Manalive and the Eden/salvation story.

My own. My beloved. My wife. It is like falling in love all over again.

In Chains

Of course it's the moment of reveal.

Vallen met the young man’s eyes and explained as calmly as possible, “I admire your devotion, but the river is only strictly required in the marriage rite—” Of kings.

A Song of Starlight

The last part of this line was always central to my idea of the story, but I also love the opening clause that let me transition to that moment.

After eternity had come and gone, the song slowed and faded away, and Birgit was herself again--cold and alone, but no longer afraid.

Stars and Shadows: A Fairy Tale

Even when I was uncertain about the readability of this strange style and feeling self-conscious about posting it, I thought the entire story was worth it just for this line.

Your breath will shine before you in delicate white clouds, your very life made visible for the fragile, lovely thing it is.

The True Story: An Epistolary Novelette

I love Penny's relatable line about the horrors of recommending books.

It's always a little bit horrible when someone else reads one of your favorite books, because if they hate it, it crushes a piece of your heart, and I don't have that many pieces to spare.

I like this line of Ben's, which clarified some things about the philosophy of this story for me.

Making peace with mystery--knowing that some things are ever unknowable--is not the same as refusing to believe the truth that comes before your eyes.

And this one (which let me get a bit more theological than I thought I could get away with).

I may not know how these books come into my shop, but I know from whom.

Penny's freakout over the loss of Mercator always makes me laugh.

If the U.S. Postal Service is responsible for their destruction, I'll...we'll...we'll make them pay! This is a murder and there must be justice! Don't worry, I don't blame you. But the next mailman to cross my path better watch out.

As does this follow-up one.

Still no sign of Mercator. Did you forget to send it again, or do I have to lay siege to the post office?

I love this moment because Ben surprised even me by unbending and talking like an ordinary person with a sense of humor instead of a Victorian businessman with a stick up his rear.

This is me not saying I told you so. That doesn't leave me much else to say.

This is my favorite description of Cardinal's Map I've managed so far.

It's the most beautiful...well, not fantasy. But it's not not fantasy.

I'm very pleased with how Christine's reaction to Cardinal's Map turned out, but my favorite lines might be

It's like this book reached into my soul and rearranged the furniture.

And

It's just...a story, so I let my guard down and it got under my skin.

And this. Even if it gets a bit on-the-nose and sappy, it's still kind of sweet. (And it amused me while typing it because the author's hand in all this is me.)

There was someone's hand in all this--an author arranging all the pieces of the story in a way I'd never have been able to achieve on my own. Maybe before that'd make me feel helpless, but now, I don’t know, I guess I feel cared for. Like someone’s watching out for me.

The Sylph in the Storm

I've always liked this reveal.

Then the firelight revealed what the night had hidden. Though the man stood as tall and real and human as any of us, the light shone through him.

This scene with Captain Avery was one of my favorites in the original version, and was a big reason I kept coming back to this scene and loved it enough to try to turn it into a short story here.

“Sarah,” the Captain said suddenly, “could you pour some tea for our guest?" Tea? For a sylph? I didn't understand how he could consume anything, but the Captain knew about these sorts of things. And when faced with the question of what one did with a sylph in the parlor, tea seemed as sensible an answer as anything else. The sylph stood and tried to decline. "That's very kind, but you needn't..." The Captain's face was as firm as it ever could have been when he'd commanded a ship. “You've form enough to take food, and you're tired enough to need it.” “I can't take repayment...” “Good,” the Captain replied, “because none of us have any hope of repaying you. But you need to allow us our gratitude, and you'll need nourishment before you can do much else.”

#adventures in writing #maybe this is self-indulgent #but if i'm not allowed to appreciate my own writing who is?#i'm not sure if it makes it better or worse to do it all at once #it at least seemed like i could rationalize it if i presented it as a year-end wrapup

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Hey for ur vld!pjo au id LOVE to know who pilots what Lion and why 👀👀👀

[Also ur initial post and the snippet u wrote have me !!!!!!!]

i Have SO MANY THOUGHTS on who pilots each lion and why.

I have 2 PJO/VLD crossovers already that are ~150 pages each, which I wrote while I was in high school. In one of them, Percy pilots Black, Jason pilots Blue, Leo pilots Green, Frank pilots Yellow, and Nico pilots red. I feel like that's a pretty basic line-up, TBH. In the other one, everything is the same except Jason and Percy are swapped.

I don't like those dynamics anymore, though, and I think there's some WAY more interesting stuff that can be done.

I think Annabeth should be Allura, right off the bat, though. NO matter what, that role fits her best, to me. She's the knowledgable princess who is the heart and center of this war, she is the reason there is a fight to be had in opposition at all. Without her, Camp Voltron doesn't exist.

Jason makes sense as Black paladin to me - the one who was always made to be the leader, pushed himself despite all the potential reasons not to (for Shiro, it being his illness. For Jason, it being a fundamental rift between who he actually is versus who the world thinks he should be). The one who wants to be a mentor and a helper for everyone, the one who gives everything to save the others. Shiro throwing himself into the ring as the Gladiator, the Champion, so Matt didn't have to? Exactly like Jason dying so Piper didn't have to. To me, that one is a no brainer.

The rest is where I get pretty iffy. I like Percy as Blue because, duh. But I think he would also be a good Red. He's impulsive, his plans aren't always thought out and usually he charges in knowing he has power to back him up, and nothing else. I wouldn't necessarily call him hot headed, but he definitely isn't the type to just roll over and accept whatever leadership tells him to do. This is the dude who snuck out of camp to go after quests, the dude who blew up a volcano, Percy as Red just makes sense to me.

I know Nico is usually slotted in as red because Keith, but I almost see Nico either as not a pilot at all, or as a Blade member gone AWOL. Maybe he tags along when the Earth crew goes after Jason because he knew Jason, Jason was the only human he trusted. It's not like at that point they would know that they'll be piloting the lions, right? Or, maybe Nico DOES know about the lions, but holds that information to himself, because he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he's finally found the people who can help him swing the war. Because that's how Nico is - he operates as a one-man army, trying to take everything into his hands, pull all of the strings.

I have a lot of different ideas for how Nico could go in a VLD crossover, TBH. He could be half Altean, half Galra, like Lotor. He could be a version of Coran's character. He could be the red paladin who inevitably leaves because he feels the team doesn't trust him, thinks he's a freak, the red paladin who doesn't come back. Reyna could be a Blade, maybe the one who saves Jason, the one who recognizes the Galra in Nico. There are so many options!

I almost like Frank in Coran's role, because he gets to be meek and timid to a point but also knowledgeable. Plus, I feel like canon PJO Frank didn't really love fighting? And I could see him-as-Coran having an interesting history 1) with Annabeth, he sees her as a friend and maybe even a sister, because they were raised together and all that and 2) Maybe he knew the Galra, and was friends with a lot of them before everything changed (thinking along the lines of, the Galra being the Romans. Like, Octavian as Sendak kind of thing. Some of the gods/goddesses being other high power Galra, like maybe some corrupted versions of Jupiter and Juno are Haggar and Zarkon. I DID just almost put Zoloft instead of Zarkon.)

I love Hazel as Green, which might be due to my recent fondness for the transfem!Pidge headcanon. I headcanon Hazel as being a trans woman ever since hockey AU. I also think that Hazel has an interesting connection with Jason (Romans) and Nico (siblings) like Pidge does to Shiro and Keith - even though they don't all exactly align, I still like the parallels. Pidge sees Shiro as an older brother - Hazel sees Jason as an older mentor figure who, in my HC, she becomes genuine friends with through Nico. And then, Pidge has a fondness for Keith because they canonically both feel like outcasts and whatnot, and, obviously, Hazel and Nico in canon are the underworld siblings together. There's some interesting stuff to be done with the whole, Hazel and Nico but also Nico and Bianca and all that.

Plus, if Hazel is part Galra too, then that means Nico doesn't have to be on Voltron, he could just be a Blade. Because we can have Hazel as the "omg we have a Traitor Among Us" and the camera pans over and it's 5 foot shit Hazel with a dagger and space buns.

Also Galra Hazel??? HEllo??? how has no one done this before I'm barking.

....omfg HAZEL as Red???? HELLO????

AS FOR YELLOW. I mean .Leo. come on. He's the comic relief, he's the mechanic, he's the fourth wall breaker and the one who eats all the weird shit and fantasizes about getting home so he can make and eat homemade meals. Y'know? Like, it just makes sense to me. Plus the we get the fun dynamic of a Lance-like character being in even LESS of a position of "power" in the team, because he's NOT the sharpshooter, he's NOT the second in command. He's just...Leo. The seventh wheel. He wants to be more but he doesn't know how.

Piper is another option for a bunch of roles, too. I could see her fitting in as Green, of course, but she could definitely also fit as, say, Coran's role, the role of one of the blades, maybe even as one of the reoccurring characters like Shay or Nyma. I think there could be a way to work Piper in as Red, but that would have to be in an AU where Jason Leo and Piper are The Main Trio, versus what I'm aiming for here with Annabeth Percy Nico and Jason being the main Group.

(My Jercabethico agenda lives on.)

I'm trying to think of other characters I would give important roles to. TBH I think any other remainders it would depend on the story - like, Luke could be Zarkon in some of these AUs, whereas in others he might be Lotor (misguided with a crazy mom and an absent/abusive father??? bro). And in some maybe he's Sendak, or he's his own insane antagonist that doesn't have anything to do with the original VLD bros.

And then there's like, the rest of the gods. Who are they, what are they doing? Hades and the other underworld Cast would absolutely be Blades or Galra of some flavor. But what about Aphrodite? or Poseidon? Are they perhaps the leaders of other planets?

(Does this give us the opportunity to make everybody aliens???)

SO ANYWAY. These are my word-vomit thoughts on VLDPJO crossover. They are subject to change and also I might immediately forget about all of this as soon as I hit post. But just know that right now I FULLY believe in this. Hell yeah.

#asks!#pjo #vld #pjo/vld crossover #jason grace #nico di angelo #percy jackson #leo valdez #hazel levesque #annabeth chase #frank zhang #this was so fun to ponder fuck yeah

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just-an-enby-lemon · 2 years

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We have two main versions of Batman:

- good writen Batman who is trying his best to change the city.

- proto facist Batman who always wins, is always ready for everything and thinks beating his criminals and sending them to hell in an endless cycle will somehow work out some day.

Now there is a lot of in between.

And not all Batman villans are queer, poor or neurodivergent (point to Scarecrow for being all the above). Shocker I now.

He has a lot of villans that can easlly represent systemic inssues (small ones like Lyle Bolton and Arnold Flass or major ones like Hugo Strange and the Court of Owls ) or are mostly capitalisc assholes (some versions of Penguin, he has other tamer mob related versions, ones he is almos an anti-hero and weirdly he also has the one who is just Poison Ivvy for birds; the first Black Mask would also fit here), just plain mob (some versions of Oswald, he is a very multi faceted characther; Maroni; Falcone; Black Mask; both Jason Tood and Two-Face had their mobster time).And some are a mix of both (Joker is queer coded and an abusive piece of shit; while I hate Scarecrow slander he is queercoded, poor and neurodiverget but also he can be saw as contributing to systemic opression by abusing his patients, when narratives make him an ex pyschatrist in Arkham who abused the immates) .

It all depends on how the characthers are portrait. Unfortally when writing grimdark asshole Batman most writers preffer to go to the "let's stigmatize the mentally ill/queer people//and some times the poor and if we really suck middle eastern people (this one is mostly about some depctions of Ra and the League of Assassins as a whole)", I mean they are basing their writings on Frank Miller. Of course it has bad undertones.

....

Actually we have four main versions of Batman:

- good writen Batman, symbolises hope, fails but is trying his best, has some issues and internalized shit to work on but is working on it.

- asshole Batman in a good writen story, is either deconstructing himself or accidentaly the villan of his own story.

- asshole Batman in a story that endorces it and reinforces societal norms and prejudices. Can still be a good story, but pay atention to the undertones and the mensage in it. Please.

- asshole Batman writen by Frank Miller or someone who thinks Frank Miller is the best thing to ever came to comics. He is facist.

....

This long introduction is to say that I am talking about number four. The Batman who could've come straigh up from ASBAR.

So a thing that happens in fanfic with this Batman is storys were a different version of Bruce comes and rescues the batkids. Or Jason Todd does it. Or Dick Grayson. Or some of the Rogues (fortunally never Joker or Slade, let's keep it that way, eh). A LOT OT THEM. And honestly this is fine. It IS also very cathartic.

I'm not here to judge it. I'm here to give this authors who create catharsis for themsefs and their readers (me included) some new ideas:

- Kate Kane saves the batkids. First of, Kate deserves some love. She may not be the most maternal person out there, but she is a great aunt and would likely be the most apt adult to see what Bruce was doing and interving. As she is a cosntant figure in Gotham and in direct contact with both the Batman and the Bruce sides. She would have trouble but also do an amazing job not only as guardian but as the hero Gotham needs. And if nothing more that would be fun.

- Barbara Gordon saves the batkids. Okay, I have a soft spot for older Barbara who acted as Dick older sister and as Bruce's younger sister. The one before DC started gradually deaging her. The one who was a concilwoman. And that Barbara would definitivaly do something. Also I just love her.

- Barry Allen rescues the Batkids. When not used as the watsonian reason for bad reboots, the flashfamily is the most functional family in DC (and I say that as a batfam lover). Also Barry sideckicks all already have a Robin bestie. So it's very easy. Not only that, but Barry it's the only option that can also save the opressed side Batman rogues and actually help them rehabilited and I NEED it. The asshole versions of Bruce treats his rogues soo bad I can't. And like most times they still are redemable. Like the only justification the media will give is "they are sick so they can't change" and like WTF. As a neurodivergent person who also suffers from high anxiety, this is problematic as hell as a jistification. Also it mades no narrstive sense. I mean yeah, Joker is irredimable. But why are Riddler and Ivvy in the same level as him?

- Lord Death Man rescues the batkids. I won't explain. But he is Damian step-great grandfather and he treats the apprentice he considers the daugther he never wanted fairly well.

- The batkids join the Shazamfamily. They are also very fuctional. And people always make Billy joins the Batfam so it's time to the inverse.

[For now that is it. Mostly because I'm trying to give sugestions I never saw im actual fics. If I think of something more I'll add. Also PLEASE PLEASE someone make a fic of Flash rescuing the villans in an asshole Batman scenario, I need it]

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Who’s the last person you were angry with? My brother for not doing shit around the house.

What was the last video game that you beat? I've never beaten a video game before; I've always been terrible at them haha. I remember taking a shot at a Resident Evil game, but even though my gameplay was set to the easiest available level I still struggled to get past the tutorial stage. I still love video games though and for the most part I enjoy watching walkthroughs – it's just I can never actually play them.

When was the last time you ate Pop Tarts? No idea. It most probably would've been pre-pandemic years.

Have you ever hyperventilated? Yes. Terrible experience.

Have you ever had lice? Yeah when I was like 10. Fortunately it never became a recurring thing because I know other kids had it much worse.

Colored or black-and-white photo? Colored. Never was a big fan of the black and white effect; to me it takes the life out of what the photo could've said.

Do you believe in astrology? Not in the least.

Who did you last give a piggyback ride to? I don't think I've ever given anyone a piggyback ride. It's always been the other way around as I'm quite petite.

Do you like Lady Gaga or does she try too hard? I have never thought of Lady Gaga as a try-hard, even in her earlier years. I always saw her as daring and experimental which I really admired. I especially enjoyed how much she pissed off conservatives and I LOVED seeing the news of all the Christian groups protesting when she came to Manila 13 years to hold a concert haha.

What’s the ugliest trend you’ve ever seen? I think most dance challenges are cringey so there's that. As a whole I think I'm just not the target audience for TikTok, lol.

Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I already have two of them. :))

What would you do if you were stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean? Do my best to attract attention, but otherwise be also accepting of my fate. The ocean is a ruthless place so I wouldn't at all be surprised if I don't end up making it.

When was the last time you played Guitar Hero? More than a decade ago.

Where did you last wear a bathing suit? I think it had been in Zambales last December when my family went out for a quick beach trip.

Who did your last notification come from? My sister.

Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? Tbh I don't mind either way. In my experience, both have been kind and gentle and it's actually female staff who have tended to be frank and judgmental on occasion, so I keep a neutral stance altogether.

Ever cried so much you threw up? A few times, yeah.

Are you completely over your last relationship? I'll feel resentful from time to time but otherwise it barely crosses my mind anymore as I have long moved past it.

Have you ever gone to a beach? Yes.

Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? No.

What do you usually order on a pizza? I always get either the four-cheese or barbecue option. I never get anything else.

Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? I haven't yet but it's something I frequently think about. I just never have the time to do so. I'd love to volunteer at an NGO for strays.

The last time you washed your hair, did you use conditioner? Yes, I have to. I can bathe without shampoo, but I can never not use conditioner. It's the one thing keeping my hair from being a stiff nest.

Would you ever visit a psychic? Never. Ick.

Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? Nope. I don't think I've ever even seen one before.

Has anyone ever called you stuck-up? I don't think so; at least not to my face.

Had sex at school? Within campus grounds, sure.

[TW: ABUSE] Abusive relationship: leave him/her or keep it a secret? Leave is the ideal option of course, but it's never as easy as it sounds.

What recently happened that made you proud of yourself? Drove by myself in a completely unfamiliar route to a completely unfamiliar city. I stick to my usual highways as much as possible but my destination last Wednesday deemed that routine virtually impossible, so I was terrified all morning. But I made it in one piece!

[TW: DRUG OD] Ever have a drug overdose? What did you OD on exactly? I have never OD'd on anything before and the thought horrifies me. I hope it's something I never experience.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? Yes.

Have you ever made out on a couch? Sure.

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? I would love to be in the position where it's like, I get an offer for a new job but it doesn't start til like 3-4 months from now, so I get that long a break to just rest in the meantime.

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? Mid-October at Kaye's birthday party which I'm apparently invited to. She didn't even give me a heads-up haha, she just immediately added me to a groupchat with all the other invitees. Not that I'm complaining about it – the idea sounds very exciting and I'm looking forward to mingle with new faces.

What are you doing on Halloween? No clue.

Have you ever been drunk at school or work? There was one time in college where I was, yeah – but at that time, I only drank once I was done with my classes. It's just that I had an org meeting later that day, and it was that meeting I attended partially buzzed. I'd never attend actual classes or a workday drunk.

Do you own any Sims games? Which ones? I'm pretty sure we have one of The Sims games on the PS4 (I may have even been the one who bought it lol I just can't remember??), but I haven't touched it in years.

What are you listening to at the moment? There's faint music playing in the parking lot where I'm currently staying in.

First letter of the names of everyone you have kissed? G.

If you could take back saying anything to anyone, what would it be? Genuinely don't think there's anything. If there's one thing I'm most careful about, it's the words I say. I know what it's like to have cruel words stick to me, so I always filter no matter how pissed I am.

Do you do anything regularly that could damage your body? I've been obsessed with food with considerable fat in it (pork belly, bangus belly, etc) so that worries me a bit. Also, vaping. And having only one meal a day.

When were you the saddest in your life? Directly after my previous relationship ended. I had been in a very rough shape for a few months when that happened, but then I found BTS along the way and they helped me find my footing again.

If you have siblings, have they moved out or do they still live with you? We all still live together.

Have you been outside today? Yes. I'm at Feliz right now because I volunteered to drive my sister to her Bumble meetup lol – partially as a protective sister, partially as an excuse to be outdoors. I was at Starbucks earlier but felt bored after an hour or so, so I'm now in my car at the parking lot for some quiet time.

Did you know you wanted to be in a relationship with the person you are now when you first met him/her? I'm not with anyone.

Would you rather live in Alaska or New Zealand? New Zealand.

Is there anyone in your life that knows right away something’s wrong with you? Sure.

What would you do if you walked into your house only to find your boyfriend and your mother making out? I don't have a boyfriend but I imagine this would horrify and piss anyone off? How else am I supposed to feel hahahaha.

What if you found out your partner had a previous sex change? I don't have a partner but if this ever happened, I'd allow myself the time to absorb the shock, and I'd like to think I'll simply have a talk with my partner and be accepting of the update.

Have you ever dated someone in the military? Nope. But I am currently waiting on three men who are currently in service :') :') :')

When’s the next time you’ll have to buy a gift for someone? Pretty soon as it'll be Christmas in three months.

List the last ten people that texted you. That sounds so exhausting. I don't feel like checking my phone now lol sorry.

What color is your favorite eye shadow? I don't like makeup.

What’s your favorite hairstyle on a guy? Whatever it is you call Namjoon's hair at the moment. Buzzcut is it? It looks so neat.

Who was the last person to call you beautiful? No idea, I haven't heard that word in a while.

Who was the last person of the opposite sex to Facebook message you? JM.

Do you know how to make origami? No. I've always been terrible at origami.

Who is your hero? I don't really think of anyone in these terms. I find inspiration from certain people, but that's it.

How would you like to be proposed to one day? Never really given that much thought.

When was the last time you saw your brother? Last night.

Is your ex a complete loser? No; badmouthing her, now that's such a loser thing to do tbh. I don't see the point. The relationship ended forever ago and even though I allow myself to harbor resentment every now and then, I don't, like, actively think ill of the person.

What does the shirt you’re wearing look like? It's a white sleeveless top that has a cute polka dot-ish design.

Do you like to cuddle? Sure.

Is the last person of the opposite sex you texted single? Nope.

Would your parents disown you if you got pregnant? At this point I don't think they will, but if it happened before marriage I would imagine they would feel majorly disappointed. They wouldn't disown me though.

Any baby names you think you might name your future kids? I have a few favorites but I don't think children are ever going to happen for me.

Think back to your most important relationship, was it all your fault it’s over? No.

Has anyone seen you naked in the last 6 months? Nope.

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Transformers AU

I had a rush of ideas.

Maybe it's set before the war, or during it, or after it. Maybe they all are/were Autobots/Decepticons/NAILs, maybe they're a mix if it's set after the war. Maybe Venture/Zenith (Chandra, i have trouble deciding a name) is Halogen's father (like 2019 IDW) and also a former mnemosurgeon who's not proud of his past, but it means he can try to fix Halogen's processor after the incident if Halogen doesn't actually die at the end. And everything is, of course, Hitch's (Floyd) fault.

~|•|~

Dave — Cosmiclight

Mainly red, with yellow as secondary color and black & grey accents/unpainted metal. Blue optics, maybe behind a visor.

Telescope altmode.

Friends with Halogen. If Halogen isn't a city and Cosmic isn't a cityspeaker, maybe they're instead conjux-courting.

Sole survivor of the incident. He's traumatized and has loads of question nobody either can't or doesn't want to answer. He doesn't know why Halogen did what he did, if he ever knew the real Halogen, or what was done to Halogen, by whom, or why.

Frank — Meteor

Mainly bright yellow, with orange as a secondary color and black & grey accents/unpainted metal. Orange optics, maybe behind a visor.

Jet altmode, he's a Seeker.

Had to argue about his altmode with the functionists, but was eventually allowed to be a space scientist.

Falls to his death after Halogen damages his wing (unless whatever hits him kills him itself). Alternatively, he's left drifting in space unable to fly or comm anybody, and either dies or goes into coma and is found millenia later (especially if the story was prewar or during the war, then he'll either wake up in the middle of the war or once the war has ended).

Hal — Halogen

Mainly black, with silver as a secondary color and grey unpainted parts. One red optic in a screen face, think TFA Shockwave. Also has red biolight strips. He still has a silver mouthguard that goes over the lower part of the screen, and also has the typical empurata pincher claws.

Cybertronian-sized spaceship altmode like Skyfire or Skylynx? Or like Trypticon? Or maybe he's a city and Cosmic is his cityspeaker?

Was subjected to empurata and shadowplay for some reason. Everybody around him dehumanizes him because of them (though most bots only know about the empurata). His shadowplay was subtler, he's still himself but the senate(?) planted things into his head and can force him to do things. He also doesn't remember the operation and can't tell anybody about being controlled. He goes of the deep end because of his brainwashing somehow manages to contradict itself.

Halogen kills Meteor and propably still some other people too. Cosmic doesn't know what's up and kills Halogen, or at least thinks he killed Halogen, and only then he notices mnemosurgery scars on Halogen's neck and realizes he might not have been in control of his actions. But it's too late and Cosmic is alone.

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aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide · 2 years

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Pairing is Robert Goren + Original Character (Law & Order: Criminal Intent) for the THIGH RIDING square of ThatEsqCrush's Kinktober Bingo.

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: Endgame, Untethered

Trigger/Content Warnings: Vague reference to choking, bar/strip club environment, vague reference to mental health, alcohol, frottage, thigh riding

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Approximation

By the time Bobby stopped searching the sea of faces on the sidewalks, even the rise of the pavement meeting his feet felt as slanted as his worldview. Donny wasn't there, of course - finding him was just another item on a long list of things that Bobby seemed to have been failing at for the past year.

Or perhaps for his entire life. He was no longer sure how much he gave a damn, either way.

When his feet stopped moving, though, he heard Frank's voice again - proof that there was at least one thing he still gave a damn about:

"Just take Eames to a motel and get it out of your system!"

Frank had no idea how close he had come to death; Bobby had actually felt the bones of his brother's neck snapping like dry kindling crying out for flame. Most everything else that Frank ever garbled out was just noise, just so much static that never hit home because they were brothers by blood but hardly knew each other at all.

But somehow . . . somehow Frank had known about Eames, as soon as he'd laid eyes on her down a busy street. He had known, and Bobby was angry and frightened at being recognized, being seen by his brother that way. It was as if Frank had reached inside his head and pulled out the exact words that Bobby would mutter to his own self sometimes. When he caught himself gazing at his partner too long, or sitting at home on a Saturday night with his hand creeping past the waistband of his pyjamas.

Just get it out of your system.

The idea only worked, however, if he believed it was just about sex. Bobby wasn't sure there was a big enough fool in all of New York to believe that one.

He stopped walking, vaguely aware of the crowd now parting and flowing around the obstacle he had become. The lights hurt his eyes, still bothering him since Tates (among many other things), as he tried to identify just where he was.

Instead of familiar landmarks, what loomed out at him was a garishly lit sign for some kind of strip club, and suddenly Bobby Goren was dying for a drink. Bobby was parched, as a matter of fact. So he followed the sign inside, just another doomed phototactic creature in the Summer night.

The music in the club was muted, a mid-range warble just loud enough to discourage real conversation, and a couple girls were dancing on a small stage while most were smiling politely in booths with the clientele. Bobby didn't really register any of them yet, too fixed on bellying up to the bar. He ordered three shots of expensive Scotch and knocked them back in succession before sliding a platinum credit card to the bar tender. Nodding his head in the direction of an empty booth, he told the man to keep drinks coming, then went to take a seat.

Bobby'd hardly been seated long enough to contemplate his drink when the first woman approached him. She was tall, with long black hair and high breasts. He greeted her politely, even managed a fascimile of a smile, but she drifted away quickly when he didn't ask her to take a seat. A redhead followed behind, then a Black woman with a long, swinging braid, and the scene replayed itself twice more.

"I suppose you're going to send me away, too, huh Lurch?"

Bobby startled at the sound of the voice - nearly convinced it was his partner, it was so similar. It wasn't Alexandra, however the woman who stood across the table was also petite, with blonde-leading-on brunette hair and a smile like Eames': cute yet somehow stern.

"Lurch?" he echoed.

"Because you're so tall," she chuckled.

"What's your name?" Bobby asked, sure that it would be Alex in some cruel twist of Fate.

"Kelli." He gestured at the free space alongside him in the booth, and she took her time sliding into it. "Unless, of course, your wife's name is the same."

Draining his rum and coke, he signalled for another. "I'm not married," he said simply.

"Really? You look miserable enough for it," Kelli responded, and her eyes lit up when it got a breathless chuff of laughter out of him.

"Would you like a drink?"

Bobby wasn't the least bit surprised when she ordered a Bourbon.

"So. Want to tell me why the long face?" she prodded.

Bobby took his time before answering with, "I lost someone."

"Girlfriend?"

He shook his head.

"Wow," Kelli exhaled over her Bourbon, "for a guy with no wife and no girlfriend, you look real bad off. Must have been some loss."

"It was . . . someone I could have saved."

She regarded him with her hazel eyes that were so like Alexandra's. "I don't believe that. If people are gonna fuck up, then they fuck up. If they're gonna come around eventually, then they do. Everything else is just time."

Bobby didn't want to believe that, either, but he admired the simplicity.

"Is that what you do for a living?"

"What's that?"

"Try to save people. A doctor?" she guessed.

"No."

"Shrink?"

"God, no," he chuckled.

"Good, 'cause you might need one yourself," she teased, and bumped his shoulder with her own.

He liked her laugh, but would never tell her. "I'm a police Detective."

She eyed him for a long moment, sizing him up with more interest. "You come lookin' to check the permits or somethin'? Jerry runs a clean place. Take my word for it."

Goren finished another drink. "I don't give a fuck about the permits. Or Jerry," he sniffed, ordering more liquor.

"I believe it." They sat in silence for a few minutes, nursing their drinks. "So what do you want?" she tried. "It's obviously not small talk, and if y'wanted a lap dance, you'd have sat closer to the stage. What's the secret?"

Not that long ago, he had been strapped to a table in a prison, eyeball-deep in his own raving madness, practically crying for a mother he no longer had. And this woman wanted to know why he didn't look like a man who wanted a lap dance. Bobby swallowed his drink and relished the burn of the liquor while he searched for an answer.

What did he want? He wanted Donny back. He wanted his mother. He wanted his partner to be proud of him, to not have to put up with the pitying looks the rest of One-PP gave her when they thought he wasn't paying attention. More than all of that, in that moment in that muted shitty strip bar, Bobby wanted to be a man who looked like he wanted . . . something.

Downing his drink, Bobby screwed his eyes shut and let out a sigh that was also half a groan. "C'mere." His big hands reached for her without waiting for a response. He knew she'd let him.

The petite woman fit in his lap with room to spare. She remained silent, merely curious where it was heading. When Goren parted his knees, Kelli instinctually settled her thighs over his leg. God, he was big. The flex of his leg muscle alone sent a rush of goosebumps through her. With his hands still heavy on her hips, he fixed his gaze at her waist and gently encouraged her to rock.

Bobby shut his eyes again, focusing on his sense of touch as the club drifted away. He could feel the clench and release of her leg muscles, the thin outlined ridge of the pair of short shorts she had on, and before long the insistent jut of her hard clit.

He wanted to get it out of his system.

He let out another soft, sighing groan which spurred Kelli to grind harder against him. She was soaking her shorts, and soon it was another sensation he acknowledged. Fingers fluttered curiously over where he'd grown hard inside his pants.

"Tell me your name,' Kelli murmured near his ear, still chasing her pleasure while his femoris muscle battered her clit.

"Robert."

She cupped him, stroking him as best she could through the unforgiving material of his pants, allowing herself for just a moment to imagine what it would be like to let the hulk of a cop fuck her with what she assumed was a proportionately hulking cock. It drew a muffled whimper from her, which in turn made his cock twitch.

It was just another Tuesday night, and Kelli was about to come on this guy's leg. She smirked and leaned in to his ear again.

"Tell me her name," she breathed.

He responded 'Whose?" But he knew.

"The woman you're picturing dripping all over your thigh," she chuckled. "It's ok, I'll let you call me that - whatever it is."

She increased pressure against where her hand was still keeping his interest up. Bobby was hard, a little drunk, exhausted; his eyes rolled in pleasure and sensory overload.

"Alex," he confessed. He licked his lips. "Alexandra."

She matched the rhythm of her rocking to the stroke of her hand over his bulge. "Alexandra," she echoed, and her voice, so like his partner's, was what did him in.

The smug satisfaction in feeling him stiffen and grunt beneath her got Kelli off, trembling on his thigh as she left the evidence on his pants. She gave him a few minutes before she backed off of his lap, still smiling personably. There was a swig left of Bobby's drink and she slaked her dry throat with it.

"Come back any time, Robert," she said quietly. A moment later and she was on her feet, walking toward the back of the room where the club dissolved into dressing rooms and bathroom stalls.

Bobby looked around a bit sheepishly, wondering if others had been watching, but found the room still just a dim getaway full of people looking to escape themselves. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he decided he would get his credit card back from the bartender and go home.

Maybe he would call Alex when he got there.

END

#law and order criminal intent #criminal intent #nbc law and order #robert goren #bobby goren #fanfic #my writing #hearteyes4mariska #reader request #thatesqcrushkinkbingo #kinktober #thigh riding #approximation

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 1 year

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happy halloween frank.

do you celebrate? if you do, how?

Sadly, I don't know much about Halloween (I am too busy with work). That said, it's fun to remember and make fun of some people's very bad ideas about it, when I feel like it, so I'll do my best to give you a few good ones in return.

Halloween starts today. What do you do this year?

I generally avoid Halloween activities as best as I can in the context of my limited energy and executive function levels. I'd rather not have to go to parties (which take lots of time and energy to navigate and will likely be bad for me) and I'd rather not have to make any decisions about how to behave for the day, so I just avoid it. (Not "avoid" in the sense that I have some kind of irrational fear -- it's not like I would be more afraid than usual if I saw a bunch of orange pumpkins on the corner -- I just have to be careful to plan around it, so that it's as easy as possible.)

I'll try to do something on Halloween, just in case my body allows it, and I hope to think of something interesting at least.

What is your favorite thing to do on Halloween?

Sometimes it's fun to go shopping for costumes. But honestly, I can't do that for most holidays. I just like dressing up and going out to different parts of the city and seeing strange things. There are certain places I always want to go on Halloween, but there's always something stopping me. So I go to other places to find out what they are.

What is your weirdest thing you've ever seen in a halloween store?

Sometimes I like to go to a store called The Scary Supply Co., which sells Halloween-themed "scary stuff." They have all sorts of weird, creepy stuff -- there was a mannequin of a guy who looks like something out of the Creature From the Black Lagoon with a very realistic-looking (but not actually scary) face and mouth on it. The walls of the store were covered with weird stuff that was either in some way scary or related to Halloween. There were pictures everywhere (not just from Halloween) of weird things. This stuff is good, but I like the weirdest stuff the best, so I had to go elsewhere to find it.

Is there anything weird or unusual about Halloween?

Yes, a lot. Some of the best parts involve that.

What weird things do you do on Halloween?

To list a few examples of the kinds of things I like:

I was talking to someone who had been to my campus, and it turns out they were really interested in visiting the area where The Scary Supply Co. was. We ended up driving out to the area and going into the store. We were really surprised when we found it empty, with many of the usual things gone. The only thing remaining was an enormous mannequin of the Creature From the Black Lagoon, staring blankly at the empty shelves. We decided to spend some time inside (I have a lot of bad photos of us there because it is a nightmare store), and it had the feeling of being in an art gallery in a building with a dark, empty stairwell. Eventually we left, and were driving home with the feeling of being in a weird place that should not have been. (I have been to more than one of these places, which are called "zones," with all sorts of people who are also there for weird reasons. Sometimes people take "zones" on Halloween, which makes it even weirder.)

My dad tells the story of the one time he went out to his college campus to visit someone (a friend he'd known in college in the 80s). He saw this man standing by a campus tree, dressed as a tree. And he asked my dad where he was from, and the man said "New Jersey," and my dad said, "What part of New Jersey?" and the man said he was from "The Haunted Woods." So they walked over to where he was from, and it was the same man, only now he had dressed as a tree and was talking to trees all around him.

I remember someone I went to school with having a pet rabbit named Satan. My mother still has some of the Halloween decorations we got for Satan (I think we spent an exorbitant amount of money on Satanic stuff in the 90s and early 2000s), like a little card that read "God Hates Satan." He used to sit on the coffee table, and he was a sweet rabbit. He lived a long life.

#lotusofhope

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lozmastermm · 2 months

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My problem with RE's artistry, in terms of character designs, is it feels like someone heard about Frank West just being an average guy, and, without seeing him, decided "Ah, Black Sweatshirt and jeans, generic hair style" and called it a day.

Just because we have the technology to make stuff realistic looking, doesn't mean you should design the most mundane aspects of life into your creative work. It can, but it's RE.

I don't have a clue what Ethan looks like unless a picture is directly in front of me, and even then I forget the second he's gone. Maybe we shouldn't design characters to look like people you pass by in real life but don't notice? A character design that defies object permanance by being so forgettable and boring. Impressive.

It's like Leon in RE2's intro with the jacket. Like man, have fun making something. Forgettable and it should've been something. Anything but what feels like filler work.

Chris, Leon, Claire, Jill, simple outfits but stellar design. Harry Mason, James Sunderland, Frank West, simple, but memorable and iconic.

Fuckin...Ethan and his daughter? Who? All I remember is average pedestrians. Personality be damned, a Grey Circle ain't a character, it's an object given a personality without the visible showings of someone with it. Vapid and existentially boring.

Don't get me started on the degredation of UI. Went from an actual FULL Screen of Artistry to...white lines in the center...My god.

It's also why I'm not interested in 7 and up. Snowy place, boring cabin in the woods with Average Pedestrian characters. Meh. Imagine if Chainsaw Massacre was just a normal dude in normal clothes but with a bloody chainsaw. No personality. Just situations and a story that plays At you and not with you. Gameplay is probably great but I get bored So Damn Fast. Gameplay matters as much as artistry, otherwise, Tetris wouldn't have changed visually from it's Text based format. What doesn't matter and RE7+ proves time and again, is that Graphics are meaningless if you have no creativity guiding it.

Realism was just about the last thing RE needed. It was always sharp visually but character designs were cartoonish. Even RE's remake followed suit. This is because these are Silly Stories with varying measurements of seriousness. The RE8 DLC wears the skin of that but refuses to really work with it. Instead, pushing further on SH-like elements because the last unique idea visually that they had was Uroboros.

Artistry has never been more dead for RE characters, but world design for games like RE2RE and even some parts of RE3RE show there is a real detail oriented team that's either hamped by the company/CEO, or themselves incapable of truly making anything without it having basis in reality. Or to put it simply: Crisis ain't great, it has always been a technical showcase first, everything second, and Artistry Dead.

RE7 felt like a technical showcase based on stealing SH:PT's hype for a series they went creatively bankrupt on decades ago. So inherent that the shift to first person makes you ask, wh- why resident evil?

Why Resident Evil at all? Nothing taking place feels remotely in the same universe. Somehow managing to take Alone in a Cabin in the Woods and make it feel absolutely nothing like it. As you explore the question comes up "Why Resident Evil if you're not doing Resident Evil?"

It'a artistically not the same series. It's story and characters rapidly departed from the series. Nothing is RE. It's one of those games. It'd done worse and be regarded more honestly had the title been anything else. On it's own, these are okay games. But with RE a Dead Series, it feels good when a company known for poor quality products and rabid anti-consumerism actually put out something...Not Bad!

But the hype is gone. They overdid it with DLC for the remakes and were anti-consumer while at it. They basically gave up on a real plot for the series with the DLC and practically immortal main character. Then sneaking microtransactions into RE4RE, all I can ever really ask when I see any designs for modern RE, is "Why Resident Evil?" and outside of marketing, I don't see why at all.

I find it pretty cool, albeit equally frustrating, that this series has had so many iterations and forms. It went from fixed camera survival horror, to BtS fast paced shooter, to FPS horror. I give credit to Capcom for not being scared of change, but ya have to remember, this is Capcom.

RE4 changed the genre and they got lazy with RE5 (Bugged ending boss, shorter, poor partner AI) and their brilliant idea was RE6 in it's entirety. That killed the series because while everyone loved RE4, they didn't want it to be the direction. RE5 showed they were ready to milk it, and RE6 killed the series.

No news of anything RE for years. Suddenly PT comes out, and Capcom, realizing They Cannot Be Creative, just steals the concept, within months, have a demo out.

While appreciation of change and growth is there, let's be honest, none of RE's changes, outside of RE4, have been honest creativity. Just the usual 3-A format of "Constantly Regurgitate." RE4 was successful, so 2 clones come out very lazily. PT was successful and SH had been a dead series since SH4. Steal from them because marketing and it works.

Imagine if companies were like in the 2000s under, and they just told their creative team to make a good product. Now it's so railroaded and forever never innovating. Capcom's consistently shown they're creatively bankrupt and anti-consumer.

So, when I see Ethan, for that moment of Allowed Object Permanence, all I see is nothing. A pedestrian, a background character, not an average joe, but filler. When I see the UI, I see a total void of any creativity or care. When I see the cutscenes, I ask, what is this? Until Dawn?

#resident evil

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My Devil, My Shadow

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Prompt - ‘Because losing her would mean losing yourself.'

The first thing Matt took notice of as he walked back into his apartment was the pulsing on the neon from the billboard outside before he focused in on you. He could hear your heartbeat and your breathing both keeping a steady pace that let him know you were asleep. Hearing you shift as the door shut gently, Matt chuckled to himself, no idea how you could fall asleep with the light show outside seeping into his living room.

He hadn’t been gone long either, only stepping out for five minutes to walk Claire down to the street after she had, once again, helped him out. The two of them exchanged words before he headed back up to you.

The Devil and you had crossed paths long ago, first before Fisk had been arrested and since then the two of you teaming up happened regularly enough that a friendship had been formed…ok so maybe Matt wanted more than just a friendship but how could he not? How could he listen to your laugh, a laugh that was able to flip his mood in a matter of seconds, a laugh that felt like a summer's day, how could he listen to you ramble on for hours on stake outs and not fall for you?

He didn’t need to see you to know you were beautiful. Matt didn’t have a mental picture of you in his head, not one like he wanted as he hadn’t had the chance to trail his fingers delicately across your features, the chance to cup your face in his hands, a chance to feel the way you smiled under them. He couldn’t even ask Foggy what you looked like as every picture captured of you showed the suit you wore, like him your face was hidden from the world, the all black fabric helped you blend into the night so the media had, rather creatively, dubbed you Shadow.

Matt remembered the first time you had been written about, how you waved the paper in his face as you told him the name you’d been given.

“Shadow?” You laughed as the two of you sat together on a rooftop, legs dangling over the edge as the sounds of the city passed. “I mean out of all the names they could have chosen, Shadow? A bit on the nose, right?”

“I don’t know,” Matt said, grinning ahead, “It does suit you, I mean now that I think about it you are like my own shadow.”

He was fully prepared for the smack to the chest he received for that one but Matt didn’t need to see you to know you were smiling too.

Tonight had been bad.

Matt hadn’t heard from you for a few days, the two of you had burner phones with only the other's number saved to it. Most nights you found each other in the middle of a fight or perched on a rooftop. After three or so days Matt had begun to worry that you had gotten hurt, surely you would have called him though?

After a bit of digging he finally got a lead, apparently you were investigating a human trafficking ring that had recently popped up in the Kitchen and they didn’t like that you were getting too close.

Nobody had seen you since.

It hadn’t taken Matt long from there to get a location, panic running through him but he pushed it down and focused all his senses on finding you. He couldn’t lose you, not when he had gotten so little time with you. His blood ran cold at the thought of finding you dead, no grounding heartbeat for him to listen to, no laugh or small touches.

Frank’s words about Matt being one bad day away from turning into him seemed to hit a bit too close right now and he forced the words from his head.

Matt shook his head, forcing himself to focus as he took out the guards at the front of an abandoned building. He could count at least ten more heartbeats inside and froze for a moment, titling his head as he listened to each one, desperately hoping that one of them was yours.

There, he thought, it was unsteady and weak but it was yours. You were still alive but Matt could hear your breathing was also laboured and with that he made quick work of taking out the rest of guards before following your heartbeat.

Matt found the room you were in and didn’t hesitate to push the door open with a loud bang, shocking the lone guard who had been left with you. He used the man's shock to his advantage and with a quick few punches the man was out cold.

He didn’t waste any time turning his attention to you, kneeling down in front of you and untying your hands. At this point you could barely keep your eyes open, it hurt to breathe but you pushed through the pain to look at the Devil who rescued you.

“It’s good to see you, D.” You whispered, voice strained from screaming.

Matt let out a wet chuckle as he heard your breathing, determining you had at least three cracked ribs. He finally let his hands trail your body starting at your wrists and wincing at the cuts, he gently ran his hands up your arms, feeling more cuts and forming bruises, before he came to your shoulders.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” He said just as softly, voice thick with emotion as he let himself touch your face.

He started by placing his hands on your jawline before moving up to cup your cheeks. He felt your lips twitch into a smile followed by a hiss of pain and a metallic smell that told him you’d reopened your split lips. Before he pulled away he let his thumb trace your cheekbone, smiling himself as he felt you lean into the touch.

“Let’s get out of here.” He said, gently helping you to stand before taking your weight as he led you from the building, burner phone already in his hand as he called for Claire.

“Didn’t I stitch you back together yesterday?” She asked as soon as she picked up the phone, causing Matt to smile.

“It’s not me this time,” Matt told her, frowning as you let out a soft groan.

“You found her?” Claire asked.

“I found her,” he confirmed, “my place is closer if you-”

“I’ll meet you there.” She told him before saying goodbye.

Thankfully it wasn’t a long walk and the fresh air was helping you come to faster. Once you were completely aware of your surroundings you froze causing Matt to stumble slightly as he still had you leaning heavily against him.

“Shadow?” He asked in concern, tilting his head as he tried to determine if you had aggravated any of your injuries.

“My mask,” You said, still looking at Matt. Matt’s eyes widened under his own mask as he too realised that you thought he could see your face. “You know who I am.”

And what was Matt supposed to say? Actually your identity is still a secret because I’m blind but please don’t freak out, yeah that’d go down well. Though part of him did want to tell you who he was, part of him had been thinking about taking the mask off for a while now. He liked you and he didn’t just want to know you as Shadow or have you only know the Devil, he wanted you to incorporate yourself into every part of Matt Murdock’s life and him into your life, he wanted to know everything about you, starting with your name.

Once you were better, Matt promised himself, once you were better he’d tell you who he was. Now his only priority was getting you back to his apartment and into Claire’s hands.

“I’m fine really.” You insisted, watching as the Devil smiled and Claire rolled her eyes.

“If I don’t stitch the wound, it’ll just keep bleeding and you’ll get an infection, trust me you want to deal with this now.” The nurse told you, ignoring your pout as she leaned closer to you and began closing the wound.

You let out a cry of pain as the needle did its work but Matt sat on the floor next to the sofa, your hand in his, and kept up a steady one-sided conversation that helped distract you.

“A couple of blocks away there’s a group celebrating a birthday, it’s the boys 21st. They’re all singing to him and it’s not bad considering the amount of alcohol in their system,” Matt felt you shift on the sofa so that you were facing him and smiled to himself.

“Two floors down a baby is crying, she’s hungry but her mom is really stressed out. She doesn’t know what to do so she’s trying to rock her to sleep. About five blocks to the right a group of students are out drinking after finishing their finals, one of them is sober and making sure another doesn’t wander off.”

This was something the two of you had done since you found out exactly what Matt’s abilities were. On the quieter times of your shared moments together you always asked him to tell you about the city and Matt was always more than happy to comply, the two of you laying on a rooftop somewhere and the words whispered only for you to hear. He felt your breathing soften, no longer focused on Claire stitching your torso but solely on Matt’s words, he couldn’t fight back the smile as he squeezed your hand.

Claire watched on with a raised eyebrow. It had been so long since she’d seen Matt like this, oftentimes he was far too stressed and pushing himself to the limit but since this Shadow, since you, came onto the scene Matt had started taking it easier, still doing his job but there was a softness to him now. So when he showed up bruised, beaten and bleeding but determined to get back out there she had been scared for him. Finding out you had gone missing was enough to send Matt spiralling so she hated to think just how he’d react to finding you dead.

She wasn’t sure Matt would survive that.

It wasn’t long before Claire was pulling off her gloves and giving you care advice that she just knew you wouldn’t follow, not if you were anything like Matt.

“Keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t rip her stitches.” Claire told Matt as she packed her bag.

“I’ll keep her safe.” Matt told her and she didn’t doubt those words for even a second. As far as she was concerned you held a lot of power over Matt, if something happened to you that might be the push he needed to cross the line he never wanted to cross.

She watched as you smiled up at Matt, it was a tired smile but my god was it blinding. Claire knew then that as far as you had gotten Matt wrapped around your little finger he was just as tightly wound around yours.

“I’ll walk you out,” Matt told her before turning to you, “Will you be okay?” He asked softly and Claire almost felt bad that Matt couldn’t see just how you were looking at him.

“For the few minutes you’ll be gone, I think I can manage to stay alive.” You grinned up at him causing him to roll his eyes. “Thank you, Claire.” You said, waving at her as the two of them left the apartment, leaving you alone to sink further into the sofa.

You shut your eyes tightly as thoughts of the men who attacked you filled your head and accidentally ended up falling asleep.

“She likes you, you know?” Claire told him as they walked down the stairs.

“You think?” He asked, sure he could feel your heartbeat and the way your cheeks flushed but could you like him, was it possible for you to feel the same way he did? “Trust me, if you could see the way she looked at you, you’d have no doubts,” Claire said and the steady beat of her heart showed she meant the words, filling Matt with hope. If Claire didn’t think he stood a chance with you she would have told him no matter how much it’d hurt. “You ever going to show her the person under the mask?”

Matt stayed silent as they descended down another flight of stairs before speaking.

“When she’s better. She’s been through enough. The last thing I want is for her to panic over the whole,” Here Matt paused to wave a hand in front of his face, “blind thing.”

“She knows what you can do.” Claire told him and Matt nodded because sure you knew his abilities but finding out a blind person could do the things he could, it would come as a shock and then you’d panic over him before calming down.

“She does,” he agreed easily, “but even without that I can’t just go up and tell her now, she can’t get up and walk out of my apartment if she wanted to.”

“Matt, listen to me,” Claire said as they came to the door, turning to face him as she spoke, “She isn’t going to leave when you take the mask off, I promise you. Plus she’s going to be a pain when it comes to healing and cleaning her stitches so she’s going to need something to take her mind off it. I say you tell her first chance you get. You deserve to be happy, you, Matt Murdock.”

Matt gave her a shaky smile because it was exactly what he needed to hear. There was a part of him that felt selfish but Claire was right, he deserved to be happy and nothing could possibly make him happier than you.

“Thank you, Claire.” He said softly.

“I’m glad you found each other.” She told him, tone matching his, and with that she left the apartment building leaving Matt alone with a grin on his face.

As he reentered his apartment, taking in the neon pulsing through the billboard outside and your soft, even breathing, he paused in the entryway, leaning against the wall and just let himself listen to you for a moment. He listened to you breathe, letting him know you were alive, he had saved you before they could do anymore damage. Despite the stitches and the bruises you were ok, you would be ok.

Matt would make sure of it.

With soft steps he made his way over to the sofa and picked you up in his arms, smiling as you curled into him, murmuring words he couldn’t catch. He was gentle as he placed you on his bed and wrapped the blanket around you, hesitating for only a moment before he allowed himself to lean down and kiss your head.

Claire was right because of course she was and Matt vowed to show you the man under the mask, vowed to tell you how he felt because he had come too close to losing you.

The next morning you woke up with a groan, hand going to your side before pausing and remembering the stitches. As you shifted your eyebrows knitted together as you felt the softness of the sheets and opened your eyes to see what was most definitely not your bedroom.

Hadn’t you fallen asleep on the Devil’s sofa?

With a shrug you pulled yourself into a sitting position, wincing at the ache in your torso, before the smell of food invaded your senses and it hit you just how hungry you were. It took a few attempts for you to stand up but you managed and padded out of the bedroom and saw the Devil cooking breakfast.

“Morning.” You said softly.

The Devil turned to smile at you, that smile always made your heart beat faster and never failed to put a smile on your own face. It was one of the first things you’d loved about him.

“Good morning,” He said as he placed the pan on the counter before making his way around to you, hand hovering over your wound before you nodded at him, that was the permission he needed to gently examine the stitches before he pulled away and pulled a chair out for you. “Breakfast will be ready soon.”

It wasn’t long before you and Matt were sitting next to each other with a plate of food in front of you. You dug in, not having eaten anything of substance for however long you were captured.

Matt made light conversation though he knew you had picked up on his nervousness. He figured it was best to rip the bandaid off and tell you as soon as possible.

“There’s something I wanted to tell you, something I should have told you months ago, something that shouldn’t have taken me nearly losing you to admit too.” He began and he felt your heartbeat quicken as he did, he didn’t know whether it was a good sign or not but he’d started now. “I really like you, Shadow, I have for a long time now. Being with you makes everything feel so much better, you make everything easier. I want you in my life, not just the Devil’s but in mine.” And with that Matt let his hands reach for the mask, your eyes widening as he did, before he gently pulled it off and placed it on the table.

It was silent for far too long in Matt’s opinion, your heartbeat hadn’t settled down yet and he could sense your mouth moving but no words came out. He was just about ready to jam the mask back on and pretend all this hadn’t happened when you spoke.

“Y/N,” You blurted out and Matt could tell it wasn’t what you had meant to say but still you continued, “My name’s Y/N.”

“Matt.” He told you and, God, didn’t his smile look even better now that you could see his whole face, see the way his eyes crinkled and his face lit up. “So,” Matt began but you cut him off.

“Sorry, sorry, I like you too, Matt. I have done for so long and I-I’m so glad it was you who saved me last night, I wanted it to be you so bad.” You told him, smiling as he leaned forward and cupped your cheek in his hand.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, feeling you nod and with that he leaned forward softly pressing your lips together.

The kiss started off slow and soft but eventually it heated up, the kiss conveying all those months of hiding your feelings, making up for all the times you could have kissed but didn’t.

Eventually Matt pulled away but didn’t didn’t go far as he rested his forehead against yours. The silence spread for a long while, the two of you more than happy to stay in your own little bubble where the other was safe.

You broke it though once something clicked in your head now that you had gotten the confession out of the way.

“You’re blind.” You told him watching as he pulled away from you.

“So I’ve been told.” He chuckled, feeling slightly self conscious now that he didn’t have the mask to cover his eyes but hearing your laugh was enough to push those feelings aside.

“Shut up,” you laughed, “Matt I’ve seen what you can do-”

“And you know how enhanced my other senses are,” He told you, gently cutting you off. “I don’t need sight to see, my other senses make up for it. Like right now I don’t need to see you to know that your eyebrows are furrowed together or that you're biting your lip to hold back a smile. I don’t need to see you to know that your cheeks are flushed making you look even more adorable.” He said, taking great delight in both your giggle and the gentle smack to his chest.

“You really can’t see?” You asked in amazement.

Matt was right you had seen what he was capable of, the man could do things that people with fully functioning sight couldn’t do. His enhanced senses allowed him to easily beat groups of people up without a single gun. You were in awe of his fighting style before, how he always seemed to be two steps ahead of his opponent but now you were even more amazed.

“Not conventionally.” Matt said, causing you to laugh.

“You’re incredible.” You told him before leaning in to kiss the smirk off his lips.

“You know I’ll keep you safe right?” Matt asked softly as the two of you pulled away, Matt’s face shifting with the words, he felt you reach up and cup his cheek, recalling the words Foggy used, Matt Murdock wore his emotions on his face. You could see how determined he was to keep his promise, how much it had scared him when you’d gone missing.

So instead of telling him you were more than capable of protecting yourself, something you had always told him when you’d first met before you finally let him past your walls, you nodded.

“You watch my back, I watch yours, right D?” You questioned back instead because that was the way things were between the two of you, had been for as long as you’d been working together. You protected your Devil and he, well he would…

“Always protect you, my shadow.” He murmured before pulling you in for another kiss that conveyed just how much he meant his words.

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Turns out we're more similar than I could ever imagine | Frank Castle

Request: sooooooo I wanted to ask if you could write dad! frank × daughter! the reader, but the reader is also a former black widow (she is a teenager and the events immediately after the movie black widow) and.....that's all I ask, the rest is up to you))

Reader: female | slowly starting to become fatherly Frank

Type: oneshot

Warnings: typical punisher violence,

Note: I accidentally posted this when it wasn't finished my bad, also this is more of a how he started to become your dad type deal: also left the ending opened so if you want a part two.

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"Go be who you wanna be."

"I don't know who that is."

"Then go figure it out. She's out there waiting for you."

Finding someone you had no idea about was harder than Y/n imagined. She went looking as ordered, trying to find who she was meant to be. Yet with no leads she wasn't getting anywhere.

So she did what she did best; beat the shit out of people, looked for any reason to keep on fighting, and she found it in gangs sprinkled throughout New York. Asshats that liked to try and pick on the weak; that liked to cause pain similar to her own.

She sighed, eating the ration pack, most likely a few years old she looked over the ledge: waiting for guys to show up.

"So boring..." She complained, dressed in her black widow white suit with a back vest over the suit, "Should have gone with Yelena-"

She paused watching cars pull in, black vans with tinted windows pulled in through the dinner's garage, the metal door closing behind them. Getting up she grabbed her gear belt from beside her and fed it through her belt holes, clipping it at the end and stuffing the scope in her side pouch, clipping the last strap around her thigh before she walked towards the side of the building. Using the pipe she slid down it with ease.

Y/n walked across the street without a care in the world, making it to the back kitchen door which was open, steam and loud clanking coming from inside as chefs cooked.

Walking through the chaos without care. She made it to the red velvet hallways, giggling from ladies caught her ears as she followed the sound. Opening the door they were all half made up: all in the process of beautifying themselves for the men coming.

"Dresses are over in the corner." One lady spoke, she was young, twenty-two at the max, she was leaning into the mirror painting her lips the same shade as the walls.

"Thanks," Y/n responded, walking through the mass of young women to the back of the room and picking any dress that fit her.

Y/n stuffed her clothes in a corner, making sure they were hidden. A man quickly came in rushing the girls in a different langue as they all hurried, putting on their finishing touches.

Y/n joined the group they all lining up single file. This was an easy job, they all walked out quickly, the man scanning over both of them. He grabbed her arm, he ordered something in Russian and a woman ran over: quickly painting Y/n's lips a dark shade of red, and then Y/n was rushed off.

There it was a grand room filled with men, all dressed top of the line. They cheered as the girls came in flirtingly. Y/n looking over each man: leader, I need the leader.

Yet she was pulled onto some commoner's lap, he laughing as she smiled sweetly at him. Once the girls settled the men had a good laugh before he busted through the doors.

It was quick that girls through themselves to the floor, hitting the deck as quick as they could as bullets were sprayed across the room.

"Fuck asshats gonna ruin the whole mission," Y/n growled, but by the time she had gotten back up, all the men were down; either dead or on the verge.

Girls ran and screamed hysterically as they left as quick as possible

"you."

Y/n watched as the man she needed alive was still breathing and picked up by his shirt and thrown onto the table.

Y/n was quick to grab the knife on the table and throw it the man's way, he cursed in response, holding his face, and Y/n grabbed another as she quickly ran at him. The bulletproof vest didn't help much as Y/n avoided it altogether, attempting to cut at his arms and legs, even throat.

What should have been an easy one-two slice in an artery turned out to be a bit more difficult than she assumed. He avoids each hard slice of the knife with ease, and it angered her more.

"If you don't just FUCKING die!" Y/n shouted kicking him in the thigh, stabbing the heel of it into his tight, causing him to shout in pain.

"Get out of my way kid!" He shouted grabbing her by the leg, Y/n trying to pull away from his grasp to no avail, she lifted her other leg up, roundhouse kicking him in the head, knocking him down, and they both fell onto the floor.

She groaned, kicking the heels off as she stood up with a groan, glass in her arm as she had landed on a champagne glass. Standing up she grabbed a knife from the floor, Frank pulling the heel from his leg and tossing it across the floor.

"Keep away from my information," Y/n argued, Frank, getting up as she went at him just to fall to her knees, catching herself on the table glass had shoved its way deep in the back of her knees, rendering her useless.

"Back down kid," Frank ordered, pushing her aside and onto the floor, she gritting her teeth in pain.

"I'm getting what I came for!" She shouted at him as Frank picked the man up, she got to her feet despite the pain and rushed at him, causing him to drop the body and grab her by the arm, he took out a pistol which Y/n swatted away, almost making him drop it but Frank hand his finger through the trigger hole.

It was with ease he turned it around on his finger and swiped the back of the gun across her head knocking her out, she fell limp on the floor.

God damn it, he couldn't just leave a kid here. Even though she had gotten on his nerves quite easily and knew certainly how to take care of herself, she was still a kid, a stupid kid, but a kid.

So with reluctance, he tied them both up and dragged them to his current base of operations, after scowering the place with whatever he found useful, he found the odd set of clothes and her bag: for a kid: he was impressed, shit he would be impressed if he found some of the crap he found in her supply pouches on a person such as himself.

So he took them with him: along with the two knocked out a-holes which had given him trouble.

Y/n had the luxury of being tied to a chair, while the guy was tied in the basement, naked and beaten.

She woke up during an argument, Frank and Micro bickering like an old married couple.

"Fuck..." She groaned: caught? Really? "Romanoff sets you free and you get captured, great fucking day..."

The sound of her voice turned heads, "Great she's up!" Micro cheered sarcastically sitting himself down at his computer.

Y/n glanced back at Frank, who pulled a chair up in front of her, straddling it as his arms rested on the back of the chair.

"You need somethin'?" Y/n argued.

"What's a kid like you goin' after Russians for?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Y/n smiled sarcastically, "I wanna be a Russian prostitute! Like every girl aspires to be!"

Frank looked at her unamused as she scoffed, "I could easily shoot you right here and right now."

"Oh please." Y/n rolled her eyes, "Go ahead, would just take one more Widow from the world. Assholes have enough of them out there anyways."

"A little young to be married," Frank spoke.

"Yeah? No shit. I'm not married dumbass." Y/n shot back, "It's a title.."

Micro scoffed from behind Frank, "So what are you? An Avenger?"

"Listen toothpick," Y/n argued, "Untie me and find the fuck out."

"All Avengers have a tonnage on them like this?" Frank questioned getting out of his seat.

"Why don't you call them and find out." Y/n argued, a table being rolled in front of her and stuff dropped on top of it, "What about it?"

"I wanna know who's supplying little girls like this shit to you," Frank argued, "Makin you work jobs like this-"

"I already said dumbass! I'M A WID-OW, LIKE WIDOW? RING A BELL!" Y/n shouted, speaking slowly as if Frank couldn't understand her, "And you took my only f-in shot of EVER getting ANYTHING back of mine, so THANKS ALOT."

"Drop the attitude." Frank demanded, "So what? You go around? Killing bad guys?"

"No, I go around killing the people who made me who the fuck I am." Y/n defended, "They're just usually bad guys, Now- I'm trying to get revenge on some fucking men who took me away from my fucking family! MY FUCKING FAMILY!"

Y/n took a deep breath through her nose: as much as she could fight and scream, she was still a child: and looked away from the man integrating her, she exhaled and looked back at him.

"So let me go, and I won't slit your throat." Y/n defended, "Because if It's one thing I'm going to do, I'm getting my family back."

Frank was silent and just stared like he was staring a female version of him in the face, she was obviously younger than he was when he lost all he had, but he understood it, not that'd he openly admit to it.

"Let me go." Y/n argued, "I won't ask again."

"Kill that man isn't gonna make anyone you want come back," Frank responded.

Y/n's eyebrows came together her head tilted to the side slightly as her nose scrunched, a hiccup in her voice as she talked, "I know it will never make anyone come back, but it sure does feel good. Doesn't it? After all; I'm looking at a dead man walking. Frank Castle, A widow himself. Turns out we're more similar than I could ever imagine."

"Frank, you're Russian guys up." Micro intervened, once busy with looking at the security cameras.

"Get up, get changed, you're gone once you talk to him," Frank ordered getting up and leaving to the basement.

Micro turned to look at her, "So do I have to untie you or-"

Y/n brought her hands to her front with ease, "Right..."

She was quick to grab her things, "Bathrooms down the hall."

Y/n left to change, before easily enough finding her way to the basement. The man was naked as Frank leaned against the wall.

"I'm not going to be the one who hurts you, I did that enough by pumping lead into your kneecaps," Frank told, "Let's just say it's not me who wants you alive-"

He was quickly interrupted by Y/n kicking chain up man straight in the gut.

"Working with Italians now?-" The man laughed

"Oh shut the fuck up." Y/n ordered kicking him across the face causing him to spit up blood, "I'll let you go, if you answer just a few questions for me, I can make you disappear, where no one will find you."

He looked up at her, she smiling sweetly at him, coaxing him,"No pain, no hurt, just peace, and quiet. Sound good?"

"What do you want?" He questioned.

"You worked with Dreykov? Hm?" she asked with such a girly voice it almost made Frank puke.

"I can't tell you that." He demanded.

"Oh but I think you can." Y/n coaxed, "Didn't you hear? He's dead? Nothing can happen to you now."

He nodded, "Yes...Yes, I worked with him I was in charge of the girls filing, knew everyone where they came from."

Y/n's smile only got sweeter, "Do you remember a Y/n? Hm? She's my sister and I'm looking for her-"

"Y/n...Y/n...there are a few Y/n's-"

"Y/n...Y/n L/n." Y/n smiled at him.

He thought about it for a moment, and nodded, "Yeah! Yeah! Something about...Bleecker street! Yeah! Yeah! 1771! !1771!"

Y/n smiled, "Great. You were really helpful-"

"You let me go now!"

"yeah sorry about that i lied." Y/n spoke grabbing his bound wrist, "On the bright side! I'm going to split your skull in half, have you ever seen someone force someone to bite a curb and then kick a skull in, I swear, I sounds gruesome but it's as bad as people think."

"no! No! Please I have a family kids!"

"Oh shut the fuck up." Y/n argued, "So did I, but look at me, turned out just fine."

She dragged him up the stairs: "You gotta curb somewhere?" Y/n called to Frank.

"Alleyway out back."

"Thanks!"

Y/n did as she told, walking the man out in the back and returning within just a short few minutes, her white shoes and bottom on her pants covered in blood and what was probably brains.

"here are some gold teeth he had." y/n responded handing the golden teeth to Frank, "call it payment, now I'm going. Oh and if any Russian chick named Yelena comes after you ever, just run trust me; best choice."

Y/n snapped her fingers and shot some finger guns, walking to leave.

"Get in the van."

"What?" Y/n asked.

"Just get in."

Y/n sighed: at least she could do is be nice now. He took her where she needed to go, and when they got stuck in heavy traffic on the highway tossed her a ration pack.

"The hells this?" Y/n asked looking at the instructions, "What!? It doesn't stay dry! How long ago did you stash this stuff? Five? Six years?"

"A few months." He spoke.

"It's fresh then!?" Y/n cheered ripping it open with her teeth as he handed her water, "I just?"

"Yeah not a lot."

Y/n nodded adding the water to it and her food was almost heated up instantly.

"Woah! That's hella cool!" Y/n cheered, "God you think they'd be training elite assassins and would have better rations."

Y/n quickly dug into it, eating the ravioli with haste, "Man I should of joined the army." She spoke.

"Why didn't you? Could of at least got you out there?"

Y/n looked at him: "They said too young. Oh please, I'm sixteen and a three fourths."

"You're 16?"

Y/n nodded, "Yeah, and three quarters"

A sixteen-year-old kicked his ass- a sixteen-year-old just bashed some guy's head in. A sixteen-year-old was doing this shit.

"So this Widow Program-"

"Mhm," he stopped him, "Let me just explain it all before you start-"

And Y/n went on to explain it all: she's always been in the widow program, always been in the red room, went through the stages of vigorous training, how she could never have kids in the future, how they were all brainwashed.

"I did get to meet an Avenger." Y/n spoke, "That was cool I guess, I mean: I did destroy the one thing I knew as home but whatever."

"Why go back to your family if they gave you up."

Y/n shook her head, "no, no no, they don't give you up they take the girls away. It's in the fuckin sky so it's hard to even find it ya know?"

Finally, back on the streets, they drove through New York and onto Bleeker street where Frank parked across from the address.

"That's it." Frank pointed across the building, Y/n nodded setting the half-eaten food in the cup holder going to wipe her face with her sleeve she was stopped and handed a napkin and thanked him before taking a deep breath and getting out of the van.

She walked across the street, Frank watching her casually jaywalk.

Y/n walked up the small steps rubbing the inside of her palms and raised a fist to knock on the door. Within a few minutes, it opened.

"We don't need any more girl scout cookies-"

Y/n froze, for a moment, "Oh, uh...not entirely sure what girl scouts are but uh...it's me! You know...y/n?"

The man in front of her looked confused, as she gulped, "You know...?" She laughed nervously, "L/n? Ring any bells?"

"Well, that's not possible, both L/n's passed away,"

"I. I'm sorry?" Y/n questioned, "But. I. I. They couldn't- when did they pass away?"

"A while ago, apparently they kept the sanctum up before the tenant before me."

"How long ago?" Y/n questioned.

"Fifteen years ago? Sixteen soon enough." He responded, "Wong would know more than I would."

"What now?" Wong spoke he walking down the steps.

"She's looking for the L/n's."

"They've been dead for almost sixteen years now," Wong spoke.

"Tell her that."

Y/n stood in the doorway, confused about the whole thing, "And you are?"

"Says her names Y/n l/n-"

"I uh. I've got to go anyways, sorry to bother you." Y/n apologized quickly starting to back up.

"As in-

It was too late Y/n was already running away from the building.

"Get her!"

"Yep on it!"

Frank watched her run and the man run after her, "Shit!"

He quickly jumped out of the van to follow her.

"Sorry! Excuse me! Out they way!" Y/n shouted running as fast as she could, running into a blind man and his friend.

"Oh! Shiit! Sir Im real sorry-" she responded.

"Y/n!"

"Sorry again!"

She took off again as Matt looked in the direction of her steps.

"Did-"

"A wizard just go after running the lady dressed to kill someone?" Foggy asked, "Yep."

And soon after followed Frank.

"Great Franks here too." Foggy spoke, "So are you dare devilling this or? Are we gonna be normal and going to work?"

"Mind taking me down the alleyway."

"Not normal way great..."

Y/n continued to run as fast as she could, finding herself turning into alleyways as quick as she could, trying to lose the man on her trail, rushing up a fire escape.

Making it to the roof she was hit down, "Fuck..." She groaned.

"Yeah, you're a lot smaller than I imagined when the wizard called me with a potential threat," Ironman spoke as the mask lifted up.

"Fuck what is that thing made of? Iron?" Y/n defended rubbing her head.

"Kinda you know...the whole purpose of Iron man-"

He was quickly shut up with a kick across his face, sending him to the ground.

"Now that was just rude!"

Y/n took off once again, hoping to jump building tops there Stephen was floating- great. Just great.

She could go off the side, rushing quickly she stopped when a man in a red suit climbed up on the roof.

"Okay, who are you now!?" Y/n argued.

"The names Daredevil."

"Lame!" Tony called from his side of the rooftop.

Y/n backing up she was surrounded on three sides.

"Stay the fuck back!" She shouted.

"Listen I just want to talk." Stephen spoke, "If you'd just listen-"

"Why'd you tell whatever the fuck his name is I was a threat if you just want to talk- it's obvious you called back up!" Y/n shouted.

"You're parents were very powerful people! If you're angry you're a threat! It's basic principles!" Stephen argued, "So just stay calm-"

Y/n already rushed, jumping off the front of the building. She wasn't expecting to be caught so abruptly either, pulled inside a window with heavy arms as she was tackled to the ground.

"Shh, be quiet."

She did as told, Frank had himself pushed against the wall, a strong arm around her protectively as she covered her mouth.

"She's gone," Stephen told the others.

The two waited a few more minutes in silence to make sure the coast was clear before Frank let her go, and turned her around.

"You okay?"

She nodded, "thanks..."

He noded, "Yeah don't mention it come on kid. We gotta get you away from here."

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multifandomwritings · 2 years

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Can I request Frank Castle with you are in love by Taylor swift? Tyyy! 👉👈♥️💞

Of course, hope you like it!:)

Valentine's song prompts | You Are In Love (Frank Castle)

Fandoms/characters: Marvel/The Punisher (Frank Castle, reader)

Song: 19. You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

Genre: Fluff/romance

Format: Drabble

Word count: 733

Summary: Neither you or Frank have any idea what you're doing, but it's painfully obvious, even to the waitresses at the diners you both keep ending up in.

Notes: This song works so well for him :') Little details in the song just remind me of him and it's cute idk. This is pretty simple, there is no dialogue or anything. But I hope you enjoy it :)

You weren't even sure how you had stumbled upon Frank Castle, but you were glad you had.

He was a mess, but without even realizing it, you'd grown to love him for it. You wanted to fold him up and hide him away from all the terrible things in the world that had eaten away at him for so long. You wanted to ease his troubles and his mind and be for him what he had become for you.

Neither of you even had any idea what you were doing. Certainly not Frank. He didn't have time for this. It didn't even feel appropriate. Yet, there you both were, smiling up from half-empty mugs in an otherwise empty diner, looking like a couple of teenagers with crushes. The waitress even noticed it, making you both grin with her suggestions that you were a couple as she filled Frank's coffee cup up for what seemed to be the hundredth time. He denied it, despite continuously ordering coffee just so you didn't have to leave just yet.

Conversation came effortlessly. It wasn't so easy most of the time, yet around him, words flowed and both of you got caught up in each other's minds. He made you laugh, and you managed to get a couple of laughs and smiles out of him too. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, happy, forgetting all the darkness in his life if for even just a moment.

It was time to say goodnight, and yet, neither of you had the heart to do so. He should take you home, he knew, but he kept driving, and you weren't telling him otherwise. There wasn't a single star in the dark sky as he drove along, streetlights flashing against his features for just long enough for you to tell he was at ease. His elbow was propped against the window, thumb rubbing against his jaw as he occasionally glanced over at you, smiling as you knowingly grinned in reply.

Conversation frazzled out as nervousness permeated the dark interior of the car. Without a word, you slid up against him, heart racing so loud you thought he might hear through the heavy silence. He turned for a moment, face drawn and serious, eyes flickering between you and the road. His lips flashed briefly into a nervous smile as he slowly lifted his arm, wrapping it around you. You relaxed beneath his touch as best as you could, which wasn't much.

You both knew perfectly well what you were both feeling, and why you both kept meeting up like this, neither of you ever wanting to part. But you also knew why he was so reluctant, so guarded. So, you would be patient, enjoying the little moments like that until he was ready for more.

You drove on until the sky turned from black to navy, and navy to a pale, steely blue. Frank grinned at you as he realized how far you'd gone, you laughing nervously as you'd crossed the state line somewhere along the way. Grey expanses of forest stretched on either side of the road, tiny towns dotted here and there along the way. You wished he'd gone farther, really, so you had a longer drive back.

Thankfully, every town seemed to have those horrible little diners you both loved so much. You ended up just as you had started, nervous fingers drumming against porcelain mugs as you both prattled on, wondering when one of you would have the courage to actually admit how you were feeling.

Frank eyed you as you stared into your drink, occasionally glancing up at him with a smile. You were so comfortable to him, and he wasn't even sure why. You seemed to effortlessly put him at ease, to remind of the good in the world. Around you, he felt a sense of warmth that he hadn't in ages. And he was endlessly grateful to you for it.

He knew his own feelings for you perfectly well, but he was reluctant. And he cared for you too much to thoughtlessly jump into anything. Yet, there you still were, patient and content to just be with him. His heart lurched at the thought of even acknowledging what you were both doing, but he knew he couldn't wait much longer. Not only for your sake, but also because he was beginning to lose patience.

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