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So peak actually

This was the best part of daredevil I dont make the rules

This looks peak ngl

i owe you a black eye and two kisses

frank castle x reader

warnings: fluff, a sprinkling of angst, will they won’t they finally becoming something real, a hint of suggestiveness throughout, canon typical injuries

authors note: my first fic on this blog !! i’ve seen a whopping two edits of frank with ethel cain’s crush, and obviously i had to do something about that. enjoy, and any feedback [likes, comments, reblogs] are always appreciated ! reader isn’t explicitly gendered in this

wc: 1023

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i owe you a black eye and two kisses

tell me when you wanna come and get ‘em

it’s a warm night, the barest of breezes ruffling the curtains from your open apartment windows. frank would huff at that, jaw set in that pissy little way you like as he bitches about you being safe. you’d snort, swatting at him lazily as you remind him you’re on the sixth floor. his grumbled complaints would go ignored, your eyes rolling every time you catch a word here and there through the mumbling. but frank’s not here, hasn’t been around in two weeks, and you’ve left the windows open nearly every night in a silent act of protest.

he never tells you what he does but you’re not an idiot — the split knuckles and blood tinged treads of his boots make it clear enough, and you’re sure that if you ever got the opportunity to peek under his layered shirts and jackets, you’d see an array of scars, begging to tell you a story. the pair of you have been dancing around each other for months now, neighbors in the sense that frank sometimes sleeps in the apartment down the hall from yours. you’re not sure where he rests his head the rest of the time, but a few days a week you can usually find him there, fixing something.

your first meeting was funny in the odd way, trying to lug a heavy furniture box up to your apartment. the elevator hardly ever works, so you’d chosen to tough it out, sweat dotting your brow as you dragged it up the stairs. between one second and the next the weight has all been lifted from your hands, and he was resting it easily on one broad shoulder with only a quiet “gonna break your back like that. which door ?” he wouldn’t hear a word of thanks either, just set it down where you’d told him and disappeared down the hall to his own apartment. it had taken a lot of work — frank was like a half feral stray, all teeth when you tried to befriend him — but over time you could comfortably call him a friend, always willing to help you with whatever issues your run down apartment was having.

i only want him if he says it first to me

i wanna ugh him in the back of his mom’s mercury

the attraction was immediate, a white hot flame curling in your stomach just at the sight of him; strong jaw and stronger arms, features rough in the handsomest way, and the low rasp of his voice was enough to bring you to your knees the first time you heard it. the feelings came later, little pinpricks of affection at the hidden softness that lurked behind every harsh face he made. you’d caught him feeding the strays out in the alley more than once, big hands impossibly gentle when he pet them, and you never really stood a chance, not when he’d fixed the loose lock on the lobby door because you’d admitted it made you feel unsafe.

but you’re careful, wary like you’re treading through a minefield; you can’t tell him everything running through your head, not if you wanted to keep him. he was a runner, obvious in every little thing he did, and you couldn’t scare him off for fear you’d never forgive yourself. you let him come to you, set the pace as slow or as fast as he wants — you’d only tell him how bad you wanted him if he wanted you just as badly first.

he looks like he works with his hands and smells like marlboro reds

it makes me so ugh and i can’t get enough of it

you’ve been missing him though, a soft ache in your chest that only grows larger every day he’s gone. you’ve kept your fingers crossed that whatever business he’s tending to hasn’t killed home before you’ve gotten the chance to care for him the way you want to, and that he’ll stain your doorway with his bloody boots soon. it’s a little ridiculous, pining for a man you know next to nothing about, but there’s something in his eyes that tells you he’ll be worth it, even if he doesn’t believe it himself.

as if he could sense your thoughts, there’s an all too familiar knock on your door, and despite the late hour you can’t help the smile that spreads over your face. it feels like every step takes forever, moving in slow motion till you’ve unlocked the door and there he is, a fresh black eye and a cut above his brow. he still manages to look unfairly handsome, especially when he pins you with that half smirk, lips curled around your name.

“doorframe still stickin’ ? i gotta take a look at that in the morning,” he says in lieu of a greeting, eyeing the rusting hinges with the sort of intensity he does everything else. it’s almost endearing, and you raise your brows at him with a quiet laugh. “is that what you came over for ? i don’t see you for two weeks and it’s the door that draws you in ?”

his resounding laugh is quiet but genuine, leaning against the doorframe to take you in. “nah sweetheart, not the door. was wondering … i could fix that for you. and that window frame that keeps rattling. install some better blinds, for privacy.”

you cross your arms, mimicking the way he’s leaning against the doorframe; like this you can really admire him, one hand coming up to gently trace the scrape above his brow. “kind of sounds like you’re staying this time,” you hum, and the smile you get out of him shines brighter than anything you’ve ever seen.

“was considering it. you offering to keep me ?” he asks, a cheeky streak to his tone, and all you can do is laugh, tugging him down by the collar of his jacket.

blood and scrapes and split knuckles be damned, you were keeping him. for as long as he’d let you, frank castle was all yours. ⋆˚࿔

I should read this

Update: I read it holy shit

THE RISE (AND FALL) OF *THE NEW AVENGERS

*the new avengers // mood boards // part I // part II (coming soon)

PART I ⚡︎

╰┈➤ pairing: yelena belova x fem!reader

╰┈➤ warnings: language

╰┈➤ description: after the world is introduced to the new avengers in town, that very group grapples with the weight of their new stardom. they steal val away privately to argue their case and set their demands for the road ahead as the city’s new heroes.

╰┈➤ word count: 2.6k

Your vision was hazy as you looked out into the sea of people and reporters with their gaze fixated on you. There seemed to be no time in between every moment to catch a breath from what the last 24 hours entailed.

Now, your ears rang from the rush of your own adrenaline and the sheer volume of your surroundings. One moment you were celebrating your victory and the next you found yourself on the other side of a very malicious plan that you didn’t sign up for.

The group stood in front of the tarp they practically fell through with unsure glances back and forth. You could feel the shift in the energy surging around you. Each of you was part of a bigger project.

You had no idea things were about to get much more complicated.

“Ladies and gentlemen… meet The New Avengers.” You couldn’t see Val’s face, but you knew how much this was all falling into place perfectly for her.

This came as a shock to most everyone, with the obvious exception of Alexei who was already plotting every which way this would be his claim to fame. Then there was Bob. Though you and the whole team went through the traumatizing task of rescuing Bob from his own undoing, he didn’t remember a lick of what happened. It was only natural that he was standing on the sidelines cheering everyone on.

You felt paralyzed in the spotlight of cameras and microphones being shoved in everyone’s direction. The one person who was left unphased was Yelena. She wore a stoic expression, almost in awe of how everything played out. There was also something more. There was calculated action going on within her.

That’s when she stepped forward. With her chest held high, she creeped towards Val whose fake smile and joy never faltered as she acted for the crowd. Yelena leaned in until her hot breath was against Val’s ear.

“We own you now,” she whispered so cocky that you could practically see her face as she said it. She stepped back, satisfied with herself and the reaction she got out of Val.

You, Ava, and John were expressionless, not knowing exactly how to feel. There was a sense of hope that creeped up in the back of your mind. Maybe things would change for the better and people wouldn’t see you as much of a threat any longer.

Before you could stop him, Alexei cleared his throat and swaggered to the podium. He took the microphone out of Val’s grip, swiping it from her and claiming it as his own.

“I am the Red Guardian!” he shouted. Like most things, he didn’t get the reaction that he wanted. The crowd had gone silent faster than he could finish his sentence. You could practically hear a pin drop. “I know you are all so happy about my return to the spotlight.” More silence. “It is the highest honor to be leader for the Thund- I mean New Avengers!”

He gestured behind him, showing all of you off as if he was gaining ownership instead. You heard Ava scoff at the blatant lie and John grumbled under his breath. Leader my ass

“Alright, that’s enough,” Yelena said while grabbing Alexei by the shoulders and shoving him out of the way.

“We will be back!” Alexei shouted as he was dragged away. The noisy crowd of reporters sprung back into action the second all of you tried your best to leave. There were a million voices overlapping at once, making it hard to concentrate. It was hard to quiet the noise when everything was so loud.

Eventually the talking died down with every step away you made. You were able to survey the damage all of you created and you cringed. Now you understand why the Avengers were hated by so many. Sometimes the damage to be saved is far more excruciating than leaving things up to chance.

“Well, I think that went just swimmingly,” Val said with a satisfying sigh.

“Cut the shit, Val,” Yelena seethed, yanking Val by her arm towards the watchtower.

“I don’t see why you’re complaining here, Yelena. Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?” You all looked at Yelena with curious expressions. “Tired of doing ‘bad guy’ gigs, but here you are protesting what you wanted all along. I made this happen for you.”

Yelena was standing across from you and you could see the fire behind her eyes beginning to build. She was going to do something she would regret. Maybe Val deserves it.

Yelena stepped forward to make a move, but she was stopped by an outside force. Her body seemed to relax and the fire was extinguished. She looked at you and frowned. It was your natural instinct to intervene.

“Stop doing that shit, y/n!” Yelena said.

“I’m sorry, it’s a habit!”

You couldn’t help the fact that you saw Yelena in a fight or flight position and tried to help without question. You slowed her pulse to a respectable rhythm; just enough to eliminate conflict but still excitable. Some may think it's a curse, but it’s a blessing in your eyes.

Yelena rushed towards the watchtower while the rest of you followed. Val tried to go unnoticed by staying back behind the group, but it was a lost cause. Bucky locked his hand around Val’s wrist and dragged her along with the rest of you.

“Leaving so soon?” Ava asked Val.

“Oh, you know, just lots of work to do!”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re coming with us,” Bucky added.

Everyone walked into the tower and headed towards the elevator. There was just enough room for everyone to be uncomfortably piled inside. All except for one.

“Uhm, are you guys sure it’s safe for me t…to come with you?” Bob asked.

“Don’t be silly, of course,” you reassured him while scooting over to the best of your ability. Bob crammed in with the rest of you. You were sure it was a sight to see, almost as if you were stacked inside a clown car.

You rode this way all the way up the elevator. You avoided the main area that was in need of repairs after your fight. One floor below that was another common area that seemed more fitting for gathering. A kitchen along with chairs dispersed and a couple couches were intentionally placed.

Bucky slammed Val into the closest chair and the rest of you surrounded her so there was no chance of escaping. She would be stupid to try and escape with the consequences of her own actions fighting against her now.

“There’s really no need for all of this,” Val chuckled in her usual high and mighty tone. “Do you realize how sweet of a deal you’re getting cut here?”

“At what cost?” John asked.

“At what cost, you say? That’s the thing, there is no cost. Really, I’m doing this out of the generosity in my heart.”

All of you laughed with each other.

“That was a really good one,” Yelena said.

Ava laughed. “I was almost convinced.”

John stepped forward towards Val, leaning down and getting close to her face. “We’re not going to be your little puppets that you get to use however you please.”

“Don’t you get it? That’s all you’ve ever been. To me, to anyone that’s ever ‘believed’ in you.”

She knew that would cut deep for each of you. Your rag-tag group had been used and disposed of plenty of times. It was salt in the wound to say the least.

“Fuck you,” you almost whispered.

John backed off a bit, figuring out how to work his angle. “Well it’s our turn now,” he said. “Whatever we say goes.”

“That little stunt you pulled in front of everyone was a mistake, and I meant what I said,” Yelena chimed in. “The only way you’re going to get what you want is if you listen to us.”

Val scoffed. “And why should I do that?”

“You’re forgetting one thing,” Yelena smirked while pacing a little in front of Val. “We have all worked for you and under you. We know all your secrets because we are the secrets. We may be disposable, but you just upgraded us to the most valuable in a matter of hours.”

Val’s face turned a nasty shade of red with every word Yelena muttered.

“So, that’s why you are going to listen to us. If not, we can change that very quickly,” Yelena said with the most sly smile that resembled a fox. She was enjoying this too much, just like everyone else.

Alexei stood behind Yelena with his arms crossed and head nodding as she spoke. It was easy to tell that Alexei was the most excited over this arrangement.

Val smiled. “You may think that you’re prepared for what’s out there, but you’re wrong.”

“We’re not prepared, not even a little bit. That’s why we have you,” Yelena said.

“What do you suppose you’re going to do with this one over there?” Val pointed to Bob tucked away behind the group. “He’s the one that caused all this, what do you think everyone is going to do the minute he steps out with you?”

You all looked at Bob who looked as if he wanted to crawl into a hole. Val did make a valid point. Bob wouldn’t be able to be seen with the rest of you without protest. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t sure if you wanted that either. What if things went wrong again and Bob turned against himself?

“So what?” Yelena said to your surprise. “He’s one of us. If he can’t be seen with us then we won’t be seen at all.”

“Don’t be hasty now,” Alexei interjected.

“You’re probably right. I don’t want to implode again and cause everything to go dark,” Bob said. “I like you guys, I do, but I’m not the hero you think I am.”

“Well I’m glad you came to your senses, Robert,” Val said, relieved. She went to stand up but her request was denied.

“Did I say you could get up?” Yelena snapped. “Stay!”

Yelena turned around to face everyone. You all looked to her for guidance now and she was trying to fill that role for each of you.

“What do we do now?” she asked.

“Well she clearly isn’t going to tell the press anything without ruining her reputation,” Ava said.

“It is time to do the blackmail back.” Alexei grinned and cracked his knuckles.

“I guess that’s one way of putting it,” Bucky sighed. “I’ve done this before to a certain extent. We need supplies and accommodations if we’re really going to do this. I’m talking about crew and backup, weaponry, a base, and extensive planning. It isn’t going to be easy.”

The room was quiet, the only sound was Alexei’s suit rubbing against itself as he leaned in and whispered. “So does that mean I get new suit?”

“Is that really all you are thinking about right now!” Yelena whispered back.

“It really smells… and my helmet smells like rotten.”

“Is that what that is?” Ava asked.

“I mean if we’re talking specifics here, I clearly need a new shield.”

They all spoke over one another at a growing volume until Bucky interrupted. “Is this really important right now!”

“Kind of…” Alexei whispered.

“I don’t think you guys understand the gravity of this situation. It’s all fun and games until something goes wrong. All eyes are on us until further notice. Everyone will be watching our every move.”

There was a brief moment of silence to take it all in. Being a so-called superhero seems thrilling at a glance until you make one wrong move. Even something as simple as saving one person can cause you to lose hundreds more in its path. You had no choice but to live in the limelight now.

“Bucky’s right,” you say. “The only way we’re going to be able to do this right is with help and relying on each other. We were set up for failure the moment we were created, but we can change that. I… want to change that.”

Everyone turned to face an uninterested Val once again. “Those are our demands… more or less,” Bucky said.

“Oh, is that all?” Val asked sarcastically.

“You did this to yourself Valentina,” Yelena said. “Now you have to suffer the consequences.”

John laughed, more so to himself than anything. “We are going to make your life a living hell.”

Val looked at everyone, taking time to study each of you. “I’ll have what you need by the end of the week, but no promises.”

“No, you will have what we need,” Yelena demanded, “or else this,” she gestured to each of you, “won’t happen for you.”

“And what will you do then?” Ava dragged out her words.

“You’re nothing without us,” you finished.

Val seemed to choke back what looked like fear. “We’ll see about that.”

You all let her go the same way you came. Her heels clacked against the fresh flooring all the way to the elevator. She left with a ding and never looked back. All that was left was a helpless looking group of heroes that didn’t sign up for what was to come.

“I think that went really well!” Alexei said.

“What do we do now?” Ava asked.

“We wait,” Yelena answered.

“And plan,” Bucky added.

“And plan,” Yelena copied.

“We don’t have anything here, where are we supposed to go?” you asked.

“We stay. We set up here and plan for what’s next.” Yelena side eyed you. You weren’t sure where you and the assassin got off on the wrong foot but you hoped it would pass. The only way you would be able to make it out of this one is together.

She walked away to another part of the room exploring and others followed her initiative. You stood in place and Ava came over to you.

“She thinks you’re unpredictable,” she said.

“How do you know?”

Ava shrugged with her arms crossed. “I can feel it. You’re powerful and fickle, which makes people scared. People don’t like the unknown. It’s like they said, one wrong move and it’s over.”

She walked away now to join the others, leaving you with heavy information to digest. You knew that your powers could be unpredictable, and if provoked, you could easily become overpowered or do something you would regret.

Like usual you had come to find out, Bob stood away from the rest of the group. He stood near the window, looking down on the partially destroyed city. You walked over to join him.

“I guess we need to form some sort of club,” you said with a sigh. “‘The Outcast Avengers’ or something. Apparently we’re an unstable pair.”

Bob scoffed. “In that case, I must be the founding member.”

“Most definitely,” you laughed. “What are you going to do?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe I can be like head of communications.”

You laughed. “But isn’t that so degrading?”

“Not to me,” Bob shook his head. “I want to help any way I can and if staying back and helping behind the scenes is the only way I can do it, I will. I want to help.”

“That’s really brave of you, Bob. We’ll take any help we can get I’m sure.”

You both stared out the window as medical helicopters flew past and the sounds of sirens wailing down below echoed up to the tower. You sighed the first of many to come in the near future.

“We’re definitely in way over our heads,” Bob said. You let the words linger in the air longer before responding.

“Totally and completely. Let’s hope we don’t drown.”

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Cuntybara ahh family

This was funnier in my head

As a former jrotc kid.. yeah. This is half the fucking corps

No seriously bc I’m not even a trans man and the amount of hate I see is insane I’m so sorry man that sucksss

I fucking hate Tumblr

He’s so me

Yelena: Bob, what's your biggest fear?

Bob: Public speaking. No, wait, actually, it's those tiny little packets of ketchup that never open right. The ones that just... squirt.

Yelena: ...I thought you were going to say something about, like, not being good enough. Or clowns.

This!!

I can't even watch movies anymore and be normal about it

Too many people have died this month. I count 6 that I knew. Fuck.