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[modern-vellichor]

You Will Forever

summary: you and matt are one in the same, and that never ends well for people like you. warnings: some serious angst, blood, violence, religious imagery. a/n: sorry for this one

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- MATT MURDOCK FIC RECS 2 -

hot hot hot hot hot | note: please be aware of the authors’ warnings before reading. fics include canon tw’s like: violence, death, blood, swearing. some fics have 18+ content so minors please DNI.

part one | main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

let you break my heart again | matt’s pov | part two • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @angst-cravings (some angst, fluff, unrequited love)

one more time | part two • matt murdock x fem!enhanced!reader

↳ by @murdock-barnes (flufff)

hold them gently (these confessions) | part two | part three • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @privateanxieties (fluff, some angst, mystery, pining)

sweetest poison • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @place-called-space (this is so good i can’t wait for more parts)

seeking forgiveness • matt murdock x pregnant!reader

↳ by @bellaxgiornata (very angsty, a lot of grovelling, hurt/comfort)

sad girl • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @cellophaine (fluff, smut, angst)

buttercup • matt murdock x baker!reader

↳ by @thyme-in-a-bubble (fluff, smut, angst, tw: rape, ptsd)

do no harm • matt murdock x fem!doctor!reader

↳ by @farfromstrange (angst, smut, tw: dv, child abuse, mental illnesses)

stitches | part two • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @megthemewlingquim (angst, hurt/comfort, kidnapping, second part is smut fyi)

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC’S

saw you dancing in a crowded room • matt murdock x fem!accountant!reader

↳ by @scarletsloveletter (angst but fluffy ending, second chance romance)

matt murdock as a dad would include...

↳ by @bowieandqueen11 (fluff)

home sweet home • husband!matt murdock x wife!reader

↳ by @maple-the-awesome (very fluffy, dad!matt, comfort)

tragedy • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @modern-vellichor (angst, comfort)

deserving • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @sgt-morgan (angst)

ask me tomorrow • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @murdockparker (fluffy adorable)

rising in the east • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @murdockparker (fluff)

choice and chance and promise • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @courtforshort15 (slight angst, mostly fluff)

calling out • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @ithebookhoarder (angst, comfort)

the perfect cheesecake • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @cece-writes-fanfic (fluff)

be still • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @dameronology (comfort, a little angsty)

the defence rests • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @dameronology (fluff, a little angst)

the lakes • matt murdock x hard-of-hearing!reader

↳ by @goldenlikedayl1ght (comfort, fluff)

more of you • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @chellestrash (smut, bantering)

your wedding dress • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @shadowbriar (very angsty)

sincerely, anxiety • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @brokebonewritings (veryy fluffy)

skin • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @reckoningss (angst, hurt/comfort, fluff)

black friday • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @goldenlikedayl1ght (very fluffy)

here • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @amberlynnmurdock (angst, comfort)

lifeline • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @sunflowersandsapphires (angst, comfort, fluff, panic attacks)

play along • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @mayfieldss (fluff)

orange roses • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @bornagainmurdock (fluff)

[modern-vellichor]

i told you so.

-summary; you're one of them. -warnings; violence, injury, angst, fluff, explicit language, suggestive ending, -a/n; when i tell you that this is the most self indulgent fic i have ever written. i will read this to myself. this is for me.

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break his legs.

"Okay," you whispered.

You could feel Sekhmet hovering over your shoulder, her breath scorching your skin. Your knees cracked when you stood up to scramble onto the street.

kill him

"I'm not killing him," you say.

he deserves it.

"Fine," you sigh, pulling your knife from your pocket.

Your ankh was being pressed against your chest, tucked safely under your shirt. You jumped from your perch onto the cobblestone. Marc watched from a distance, his own Khonshu whispering to him. They watched as you crept up behind the man, a molester, and kick his knees out. He collapsed with a scream. You clamped your hand down over his mouth and whispered something Marc couldn't hear.

she's a menace.

"i know," Marc grunted.

You hit him in the head, his unconscious body falling to the floor. Marc watched as you worked quickly, strategically. You were following orders. Marc didn't know that. He winced when your blade was plunged into your victim's chest. The man didn't move. You brushed yourself off when you stood again. Marc set out for you.

Sekhmet smiled proudly at your handiwork. You were useful. You always followed her orders. And you were fast, intelligent. A little bit useless, romantically, Sekhmet thought. She liked you. She wanted the best for you. And apparently her company wasn't enough.

the job is done. go.

"wait," you held your hand out. "do you smell that?"

it is time to go. leave, now.

"its incense," you ignored her orders. "someone's here."

you turned around to flee only to be stopped. You smashed into the broad chest of a hooded figure. You looked up only to be met with burning bright eyes staring down at you.

run.

you tried to. you began to turn away when a gloved hand snaked around your throat and squeezed. Sekhmet's voice was gone. You scratched at the man's hand desperately. You kicked and squirmed but he wouldn't let go. In one final bid, you pulled your ankh out from under your shirt and pulled it towards him.

drop her.

Marc dropped you. You crumpled to the floor, a gasping heap. You scrambled away from the figure, panting. You felt Sekhmet appear behind you.

"look who decided to show up," you muttered to her. "talk about divine intervention."

quiet.

She turned to Marc, and even though he was staring at you, he moved out of her way. You opened your mouth to say something but Sekhmet interrupted your thought. You half listened to her as you watched Marc half argue with himself.

he is useful.

"Yeah."

he needs us. we must keep him.

"uh huh."

he is handsome, no?

"ye- Wait, no."

why not?

"You're not Bastet , yeah? Stick to violence. I don't think passion is your strong suit."

You zoned out while Sekhmet went on a rant about you disrespecting her. Over the years, she had come to appreciate your... odd sense of humour, your witty banter. She'd miss you if she let you get killed. You shut your eyes and the gods were gone. Marc was standing in front of you when you opened your eyes again.

He didn't say anything. He examined your expression for a few seconds before turning away. He called out for you to follow as he walked. You did. Sekhmets words echoed through your head. You hadn't thought about a partner in years, not since you became her avatar. You never even tried to bring someone home, you knew she would disapprove. You had stopped feeling lonely a long time ago. Sekhmets company had become enough for you. Sometimes you found yourself missing the silence.

While you followed Marc, you could hear him talking to himself. You didn't bring it up. You didn't know Marc. You didn't know if you wanted to. He prowled through the streets, gaze anxious and darting down roads and back alleys. You followed him wordlessly. He knew the area well. You followed him out of familiarity and into inner city London, a place you avoided. You followed him through a back alley, down a road and up the stairs into a lavishly large apartment, especially for the city. Books were piled high, and everywhere. There was a fish tank bubbling quietly by the wall.

It had started lashing rain on the walk to the apartment. You were too busy taking in your surroundings to notice Marc slip away. You stood in the middle of his living room, dripping rain water onto the hardwood floor. You didn't even realise he had returned until his hand was gripping your shoulder and he was offering you a hoodie and some sweatpants.

"Warm and dry, yeah?" he urged.

You nodded. He pointed to the bathroom and you wandered off. As you struggled out of your clothes, Sekhmet started whispering to you again.

I like this one. good sense of self preservation. he is an avatar.

"i know," you sighed. "he nearly killed me."

yes, because he cares. he is a good one.

"please, babe," you muttered. "i don't think this is a good idea."

trust me. i am the goddess of-

"healing and medicine, i know," you winced as you pulled the hoodie over your head.

let me help you. he can heal your heart.

"Thats the cheesiest fuckin' thing I've ever heard," you left the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

You sat next to Marc, who had since told you his name. You both stares aimlessly at the tv, the history channel droning on. In the corner of his eye, Marc could see you falling asleep. Khonshu was whispering to him, wary of the other avatar in the room.

i like her.

"I thought she was a menace?"

i changed my mind.

"of course you did."

she will not interfere with my mission. unlike the idiot.

Marc sighed. He didn't respond. He just watched as your head dropped and you fell asleep. When you woke, you had been moved. In a moment of primal fear and panic, you scrambled out of bed and in search of a weapon. You couldn't hear Sekhmet and you were in unfamiliar territory. You heard heavy footsteps approaching and in your haste, you reached for an ornate vase next to the bed. The door swung open and you launched the vase. It narrowly missed the man's head, he dived for you. You grappled for a but until he managed to pin your arms to your sides. He was pressed against your back, his head buried in the crook of your neck. He was whispering to you, soothing you, calming you.

"It's me, it's just me. It's Marc, calm down. You're safe, I've got you"

You listened, and you were soothed. You relaxed in his grip, so much so you almost melted. Your hands held tenderly onto his forearms. If a passerby were to look in, they would see a happy couple that were very much in love.

kiss him.

you shook your head gently, grateful to hear Sekhmet's voice again, but growing tired of her romantic advice.

I like her. Keep her around.

Marc sensed an almost affectionate tone in Khonshu's voice. He nodded gently. Marc slowly guided you back towards the bed. He still doesn't know what came over him in that moment, but he lay you back down, took one look at your fragile looking figure, and crawled into bed behind you. He snaked a hand around your waist, and one arm pushed it's way under your head. He leaned over and pressed a gentle, nervous kiss onto your shoulder, and then one on your neck, and then he ventured up onto your jaw. And as his hand slid down towards the waistband of your trousers, you heard a voice ring out.

I told you so.

[modern-vellichor]

hi! i’d love it if you could write adrian chase/vigilante x reader(fem or gn if you prefer!) where they are quite hard faced and irritable with the other members of 11th Street Kids, but with Adrian they are quite soft and show they actually care for him, laugh at his awkwardness etc. basically a different person than the way they are with the others. ty!

im so good to y'all. i have genuinely no idea when this was sent to me but I'm back baby.

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"Fuck off," you said to Peacemaker.

Waller had promised that this was your last job. And you made sure she meant it. This was nothing more than community service. You did as little as possible with these shitheads. You sat in a van with Economos during missions, you never said a word unless absolutely necessary. You avoided Murn like the plague. You never accepted Harcourt's invitations to drinks. You always rejected Peacemaker's various advances (it's not like you would say yes in any other situation.) Even Adebayo, who was the most tolerable on the squad, always found a way to get on your nerves, usually with unwanted (but not unhelpful) advice. In spite of this, there was one person who just made your heart melt.

Sweet little Vigilante. So stupid, so blind and deaf and dumb. So sweet. Sure, he was a bit dopey. He had no brain-to-mouth filter whatsoever. He was extremely violent. He was a bit creepy. But you had a soft spot for him. There was something about his puppy dog eyes, or his dumbstruck smile that turned you into a gushy, weeping, puddle. He was just plain neat.

The others noticed, of course they did. You turned into this sweet, gushing mess around the idiot. You placed gentle hands on his cheeks, you listened to his god awful rants with a soft smile, you helped him with whatever he wanted.

Adrian didn't notice, obvious. He was oblivious to your gentleness towards him. In his heart, he knew he loved you but you were so scary. You were so mean to all the other agents, even Peacemaker! Despite this he tailed after you like a lost puppy, or an imprinted duckling. And you let him. If he ever gained the nerve to reach out to caress your arm, or your hand, or if he ever reached for your knives or your guns, you didn't push him away like you would have anyone else.

Maybe one day he'd realize how soft you truly were, maybe he'd ask you out. But for now, he'd secretly admire you, even blood-soaked, battered and beaten, and pretend you were nothing more than a favoured coworker.

[modern-vellichor]

Hii!! I stumbled across your account after reading the most recent Adrian Chase/Vigilante angst fic and let me just say, I read your whole masterlist and practically sobbed all the water out of my body 😭. I was wondering if you could possibly make a follow up to “couldn’t” or even just anything angsty vigilante. Maybe something that involves like the reader feeling unloved and they have a hard time adjusting to his affection in a sense, like an inner conflict. Love ur work it’s amazing <3

-a/n; it's been do long since I wrote that I had to reread it and I broke my own heart a little ngl (broken heart is inversely proportional to inflated ego)

-warnings; angst 😎, uncommunicative reader, lots of cursing bc im a big girl

You stopped coming into work. Adrian waited at your desk every morning and you never showed. The others said you were sick. He didn't believe them. He gave you the benefit of the doubt for the first few days. But the feeling of your lips was haunting him, he could still taste you. He couldn't sleep.

He rolled over and the alarm clock next to his bed flashed at him.

03:00 AM

He rolled out of bed. He didn't even bother getting dressed. He just slipped out of his home. He walked the streets, kicking pebbles. He knew where you lived, not that you had told him. He may have been harbouring a secret obsession for a while before your kiss. He snuck up to your window, standing, shivering on the fire escape. You didn't notice him as you moved your couch from one side of your cramped living room to the other. He didn't knock. Adrian just watched you. You looked sick. Your eyes were dull, your skin looked grey. You had lost the sense of life that once permeated the office, your body, your home.

You finally looked up from the floor. Your eyes met. You weren't shocked. Adrian seemed like the kind of guy to do this sort of thing. You sighed deeply. You tugged at the hem of your hoodie and opened the window for him to clamber through. He stumbled into your apartment. You ran a hand through your tangled hair. Adrian pushed his glasses further up his nose.

"What do you want, Chase?" You whispered.

"I- I don't know."

Adrian felt small, suddenly. He felt little and bare. He felt vulnerable and unprotected. And you looked big. You looked tired and worn thin. You looked angry. You were scary. You had a knife bared at his through, you had the threat of unbearable rejection, and what did he have? Carelessness? Callousness? No. He had nothing to fight against your icy tone, your harsh words. Your lack of care. He was small, he was frightened. He was in love.

"Why did you come here? You're not hurt. No one's in danger. You have no reason to be here?"

"I don't know," he uttered.

"For fuck's sake, Adrian!" You hissed.

Adrian winced. You softened your tone. You leaned back against the arm of your couch. He looked small. He was shaking. He was nervous. You were tired, wrecked. You reached out an open hand, beckoned him quietly towards you. You know Adrian can be odd sometimes, clueless. Maybe no one had taught him these things, taught him about feelings, and emotions - the gushy stuff. You didn't like gushy things, or gooey things, all the worst things were sticky. Like blood and guts, love and care.

Adrian took a few tender steps towards you and reached out his hand. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist and pulled him gently towards you. Things had fallen still in the apartment. He crowded against you. Suddenly, you couldn't breathe. Adrian dipped his head, his hands trailing up your neck. You pushed him away. Shaking and panting, you shoved him back towards the fire escape.

"You need to get out of here."

"What?" He nearly cried.

"This is so fucking unprofessional, Chase. You need to get the fuck out of my house. Like, right fucking now."

You gave him one last push. Adrian clambered out the window and escaped down the rusty, unstable stairs. He avoided your block for the next few days.

When you returned to work, you were quiet and drained. You looked tired. You sulked around the office. You worked late. Far later than anyone else. Adrian always noticed. He noticed you sitting at your desk, no light other than the light of your computer. He stood in the shadows, watching you type away on a tuesday night. His watched flashed midnight, wednesday.

He skulked out of the shadows and towards your desk. He had finally ditched the costume and that stupid helmet you always made fun of. You rarely saw him in anything else. You didn't see him as he snuck up behind you and placed a tender hand on your shoulder. You didn't make a sound. You just stopped tying as Adrian turned you around. He stood between your legs and held your face in his hands.

"Adrian-" you begam.

"Just- Don't say anything," he begged.

"please," you whispered.

"Shut the fuck up," he laughed breathlessly.

You smiled. It was s small, tired, somewhat pathetic smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. Adrian pulled you up and out of your chair. You stood on shaking legs. You trembled beneath his grasp. Worry, adoration, anticipation all in one.

He kissed you.

It was all consuming and it felt like it lasted forever. You were breathless by the time he pulled away. He leaned his forehead against yours. You laughed quietly.

"You're so fucking difficult, you know that?" Adrian whispered.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"Why?"

"'Cause it's fucking hot."

[modern-vellichor]

hello! love your writing. kinda miss our favorite russian assassin sooooo can i please request for an ultra angsty fic where reader and nat are on a stablished relationship but they went thru a messy breakup and reader leaves. nat and reader havent been in contact with each other for a long time but nat still loves reader, though not making an effort to find her whereabouts. one time the avengers go on a mission in some country that had civilians as collateral damage and nat finds out that one of the dead bodies in reader. break my heart, i dare u. here's a cookie, as a treat 🍪

-a/n; I'm only doing this because you asked so nicely -warnings; angst, death, cheating.

"Romanoff," Steve barked in Nat's ears. "Check that building over there."

Nat simply nodded. she entered the building and picked through rubble, concrete and bodies. Then she stopped, and her jaw went slack.

"Baby, please," Nat sighed. "I didn't mean it like that."

"How did you mean it then, Romanoff?"

Nat was fucked. You only ever called her that when you were furious.

"Please, sweetheart. I love you and only you, you know that!"

"Does Steve know that? What about Banner? Or Wanda?"

Natasha was speechless. Her jaw went slack and she watched you as you threw clothes into a suitcase.

"Fuck, Romanoff. I mean even Barnes looks at you like he's going to rip your clothes off any second! You're a fucking sex symbol and I can't even get you to hold my hand!"

It was true. Your relationship had started as nothing more than a bit of fun; hickeys and drinks, secret rendezvous and too high heels. But Natasha loved you too much to let you go and so she kept you around. Her little secret.

Secret.

You were like a sin. It was like you disgusted her. She hid you away. And then you found out about Steve, and you let it slide. Then Banner. It was a lapse of judgement. You made excuses for Natasha. You lied to yourself, convinced yourself that she loved you.

But this was the last straw. Wanda was meant to be your friend. And now she was the other woman. Or were you the other woman. You didn't know anymore. Maybe you had always been the other woman.

"Fuck you, ROmanoff. I hope I never see you again."

"Baby, wait-" Natasha pleaded.

"I can't wait till I see your face and my brain thinks that its looking at a stranger."

With tears in your eyes you left the compound and Natasha never saw you again.

Natasha never looked for you. Every once and a while a dead body would pop up, a sex trafficker, or a drug lord. It would have your MO written all over it, but Natasha could never catch up with you. You were always three steps ahead. Natasha really did love you. She was in love with you and she didn't realise that until you had disappeared. Now all she could do was long for you back.

But she would never search for you. That showed weakness. She was not weak. She was a machine. She was a warrior. She was probably better off without you. It broke her heart but she soldiered on.

She dropped to her knees in the entry hall. The building was collapsing around her. She pulled your head into her lap. You were covered in blood. She pressed two fingers to the inside of your wrist, there was no hope. You were ice cold. There was no life left in your eyes.

"Romanoff?" Steve called out on the comms.

Steve was met with nothing more than a broken sob.

[modern-vellichor]

guys ik im so bad at putting out regular content but I promise im gonna try really hard to do so again

send requests xoxo

[modern-vellichor]

More Frank Castle angst?

-a/n; your wish is my command + send more requests xo -warnings; angst el oh el, blood + gore, cannon violence. -summary; Frank isn't a fan of the new you.

You hadn't seen Frank in years. Honestly, you're better for it. Frank was awful - life with Frank was awful. It wasn't a life at all. You never had a home, you never ate real food, you never felt safe. You still don't feel safe, but you feel safer without him. You've changed your name, changed your ways. You still work, your job hasn't changed, but you're cleaner. You're quicker and quieter without Frank's untamed violence. Nobody was after you, you were as good as a ghost.

Life was going great without Frank, until he resurfaced. You were waiting for coffee when you spotted him. He was lumbering down the street. You shrunk into the corner. You pulled your hood up over your head and took your coffee. You sped out of the coffee shop and walked as quick as possible without arousing suspicion. But Frank was smart. He was on your tail quicker than a bloodhound. You were nearly running through the city, you could practically smell Frank. You tried to hide in an alley, but he was The Punisher, of course he found you. You prepared for a fight, for something, anything. But he just held up his hands. He was surrendering.

"What do you want?" You called out, keeping a distance between you and Frank.

"I need your help. I've been watching you for years, but I need you."

"How much?"

There was no point arguing with him. Frank hated asking for help, so he obviously needed it badly. He offered you e decent sum of money, enough to last you a good few months without working. He said he'd leave you alone after finishing the job. And you believed him. It was a silly mistake. You should have known better. You can never trust him.

You did your job. You collected your money. Frank left you alone for a week before he knocked on your door again. You don't remember how the fight started. You remember Frank telling you he still loved you, that he's missed you all these years, watching and protecting from the shadows. And then it escalated. You threw a glass, he threw a plate, you pulled a knife he pulled a gun. You wouldn't have to try very hard to fake your death this time, your apartment already looked like a murder scene. Frank fell to the floor and you straddled his waist. You raised your knife above your head.

"What happened to you?" He choked.

"Shut up."

"What happened to the girl I fell in love with?"

"She was weak."

You brought the knife down. You left the apartment. There's one rule to live by when you work in your line of duty.

Never look back.

[modern-vellichor]

guys I kinda wanna write stranger things fics.... like Steve and Robin r rlly hot....

[modern-vellichor]

hi!! totally cool if you don’t do this request:)

(reader is a female with female pronouns)

frank is drunk and the bartender called you to drive so he doeisn't (i dunno reader is the designated driver). you both start walking out and halfway down the street frank is like “oh I forgot my card.” you stay there and he runs back but then you're cornered by these three guys and he comes out sobered up because these three guys are verbally and physically harassing his girl. (you can choose the ending i haven’t thought that far ahead, he beats them up idk!!”

lots of love <33-RA

a/n; hello gorgeous, i absolutely love this idea!! tyvm for sending it to m. i hope you enjoy it.-warnings; drinking, violence, blood, some graphic descriptions, fluff too.

You were having such a relaxing evening. You were just about to change out of your work clothes into your pyjamas when the phone rang.

"Hey, dude," it was Roy, the bartender who worked down the street. "I got your buddy here, Fred or somethin', I dunno. But uh, he's fucked, so will you come and get him?"

"Yeah," you sighed, already putting your boots on. "I'll come get Frank."

It was freezing out. Normally you would have walked, but it was too cold. So you parked a little ways away from the bar and waltzed in. Frank's hard to miss. You spotted him as soon as you walked in, sitting quietly at the bar, alone, sipping his water. You thanked Roy as you leaned against the bartop.

"Hey, Frankie."

"Oh," he sounded surprised, which meant he was drunk. "where did you come from?"

"I came to take you home, c'mon."

He followed you without any resistance. You linked your arm with his. He was nice and warm against the cold wind of New York. You kept him close. You got to the corner, so close to the car when Frank stopped. He cold must have sobered him up because he let go of you and ran his hands over his pockets.

"Shit."

"What?" you dug your hands into your pockets.

"I forgot my wallet. Wait here."

You watched Frank jog down the street. You could still see the bar and so you leaned against the wall and waited. It couldn't have been two minutes before a group of young men approached. They circled you, their ringleader eyeing you up like a piece of meat.

Under normal circumstances, you would have beat the shit out of any guy who looked at you the wrong way. But they had your cornered and outnumbered. You could see the handle of a knife sticking out of someone's waistband. It would be a deathwish to try and fight. So you played cool. You politely asked them to leave you alone.

The ringleader was getting too close. His nose was almost touching yours. He leaned in, lips nearly brushing your neck. You pushed him, as hard as you could. He swung a punch and you ducked.

"You righteous bitch!"

Just as he reached for the knife, Frank loomed behind him. He grabbed the man by the shoulder and spun him around. Frank smashed his forehead into the man's nose. Blood gushed from the broken nose and the knife clattered to the ground. While Frank continued the vicious assault on the ringleader, you dived for the knife. You struggled for a little with another member of the group, but he was young and scrawny and more frightened than you. You growled as you kicked his shin and bit down onto his forearm. He let go of the blade. You swung the knife in semicircles in front of you, warding off the other group members. When their leader collapsed to the pavement in a bloody, barely breathing heap, they scattered, leaving the asshole behind.

Frank gazed at you amorously. You pocketed the knife and offered him your hand. He took if and pulled you tight against your side. You walked like that until you reached the car. Frank offered to drive, but you knew he was probably still drunk. You drove in silence, until you took a left five minutes later.

"This isn't the way to my place," Frank grumbled beside you.

"I know," you chirped.

You gazed at Frank out of the side of your eye. He looked totally indifferent, not a single bruise or scratch marring his beautiful skin.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Home."

Frank smiled in the passenger seat. He knew exactly where he was going now. Home was wherever you were, and that made Frank the happiest he had been in a very long time.

[modern-vellichor]

hiii i absolutely love your writing <333

it may or may not have made me bawl at 3am...

anyways would u write a fic based on bad idea! by girl in red where wanda & r are exes and wanda shows up one night at her door drunk & wanting to get back together & the morning she's all cold and distant & like 'this was a mistake ur better off wo me'

-a/n; love love love this -warnings; angst

"Wanda," you sighed and stared at the redhead who was leaning nonchalantly against the door frame. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?"

"You're drunk," you protested.

"I'm drunk and I miss you and I'd like to come in."

You knew this was a losing battle and so you stepped aside. As soon as Wanda was through the threshold, she was on you. She kicked the front door closed behind her and cupped your cheeks. She kissed you roughly. She was desperate. She was desperate for you.

"This is a bad idea," you muttered against her lips.

But Wanda's hands had already wandered from your cheeks and were making their way up your shirt. She wasn't gonna stop now. She undid your bra and said "Darling, you're so pretty it hurts."

She pushed you up against the wall and threw all your clothes down on the floor. She pulled back to look at you with a cheeky grin.

"Darling, are you ready for more?"

You woke up to see Wanda sitting on the edge of your bed, pulling her trousers on.

"Leaving so soon?" you groaned.

"This was a bad idea..."

You slammed your head back down onto the pillow and groaned loudly. "I told you so."

"You didn't try to stop me."

"You wouldn't have stopped."

Wanda didn't say anything. She slipped her shirt over her head and stared at you. She moved to leave but hovered by your bedroom door.

"It was a bad idea, to think I could stop."

"Yeah," you scoffed. "It was a bad idea."

"I just can't get enough," she confessed.

You were lost for words. But she was gone. Surely though, you'd see her again. Because she's totally fucked.

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logged in to see i have loads of requests out of nowhere so expect them soon :)

lots of love, H

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pay attention.

-summary; Steven needs to grow up. He can't pretend forever. -warnings; angst. -a/n; Trista Mateer, The Dogs I Have Kissed

Cairo is hot. It's too hot. You spend your days hiding in the shade. It's still hot in the tombs. Too hot. The pyramids are cooler than the rest of Cairo. The city is sweltering. At least it's cooler in the tombs. You suffer through the heat as long as you're allowed to work. You search for valuable information, anything you can find in the tombs. The art on the walls is full of clues as to what the ancient Egyptians were thinking. And you want to know. You spend your evenings blasting the AC in your apartment and reading about the ancient Gods.

Marc never meant to be involved. But you weren't supposed to be there. It was true.

You couldn't sleep. So you did the most irrational thing you could have done and hiked through Cairo until you got to the tombs. It was unsafe and definitely irresponsible, but you did it anyway. You waltzed through the chambers alone, with your flashlight. You didn't expect to find anyone else, especially not someone who resembled a mummy. A live, walking mummy in your tomb. You weren't scared, although you should have been. He didn't say anything until you were outside. He guided you out of the tomb, away from your work. He didn't say much, just mumbling angrily about how you weren't supposed to be out. Marc just wanted to get you out of the way, but of course Steven had to ruin it.

Steven spilled his guts as soon as he had control of the body. He held you by the arms and begged for help. He said he had read your papers, all your essays and investigation. He told you all about Khonshu and Ammit. You didn't want to believe him. He was spewing such bullshit but something told you that you had to believe it. You had to help.

Marc wasn't happy. But you were unbelievable stubborn and he simply couldn't get rid of you. You proved yourself to be useful anyway. Surprisingly violent, stunningly intelligent. Steven took to you like a house on fire. He loved having you around. He loved the idea of you, no matter how much you berated him. You loved him nonetheless.

Steven spent his nights pestering you while you tried to work. Usually he would stop himself and sit quietly, watching you work over your shoulder. But some nights you had to spit at him, kick him into the bedroom just so he would leave you alone. Marc didn't like you. He didn't have to. But he wouldn't get rid of you, you were too valuable to his case.

You were having a rough night already. Things hadn't gone your way. There was a snake in your sarcophagus at work. One of your junior archaeologists had been bit. And when you finally got to see the mummy, he had been burnt by scavengers. Then Marc came home covered in blood and refused to talk to you and it was past midnight by the time Steven showed face. You weren't in a good mood, and you snapped. He just wouldn't be quiet. You couldn't think. And all Steven did was talk and talk and talk.

You ripped into him. You shouted and argued. Steven just stood there. He was in shock. You had never, ever screamed at him like this. When you were finished, Steven blinked back tears and pulled you against his chest.

"I know you don't mean it," he whispered into your hair. "It's okay. You don't mean it."

You sighed and pushed Steven away.

"I was carving my name into your side and you were calling he soft, calling me gentle. I do not think you were paying attention."

"who said that?" he asked gently.

"Trista Mateer."

Steven shook his head slowly. He needed to wake up. He needed to realize that you weren't an angel. You weren't perfect. You were just like Marc. Just as bad as Marc. And he refused to call you evil.

"You need to pay attention, Steven-"

"no."

"Yes. You have to pay attention otherwise they won't just carve into you. they'll kill you."

You grabbed your jacket and made for the door. Steven didn't try to stop you. You felt bad but you knew it was for the better. He had to grow up eventually. You walked yourself to a hotel and booked a room for the rest of the night. Marc would be furious when you got back. You weren't totally prepared for his wrath. But you'd have to learn to face his fury if you were ever going to get this done.

You had to pay attention, too.

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hey bb! i love your imagines & was hoping if you could do a stucky x female!reader where she has antisocial personality disorder & is like Ko Moon Young from Its Ok To Not Be Ok & how it is like with her boyfriends and the team??? can you please make looking:) slight angst with fluff love you!

-a/n; hey lovely. i don't rlly write for stucky anymore but i might as well do this for you anyway. don't know who ko moon young is either. enjoy. -warnings; violence, blood etc

"You can't just hit some rando in a bar," Steve chastised.

he leaned against the door to your bedroom. Bucky was kneeling between your legs. He was wiping an anitseptic wipe over your swollen knuckles. The dark bruising became more and more visible as dried blood was being wiped away.

"Yes, I can."

"she did," sighed bucky. "you can't stop her steve."

"Yeah, steve."

Steve glared at you. You averted your gaze and dropped your head. Bucky was wrapped bandages and gauze carefully around your hands. You had probably sprained your wrist. You were just grateful it wasn't broken.

"Tony isn't gonna like this. he's gonna go berserk. it'll be a PR nightmare for him."

"leave it, steve. tony can deal with it when he finds out. just leave her alone." Bucky looked at you again "let's get some sleep, doll, yeah?"

you nodded. steve waltzed out of the room as you were climbing into bed. you were asleep before your head hit the pillow. you don't know when he came back. but when you woke up, he was in bed next to you. and all was well again.

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hi *cries* m’back with my stucky x aspd! reader request hehe xx if you find time for it, i’d love to read what you come up with! but if you don’t, i totally understand xx (i’ll still check your tumblr everyday though xp)

yeah, sorry. took a little (long) break, will hop on it now <3

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not dead, just burnt out.

trying to write, something will be out soon

xoxo, H

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um hi *waves from behind a trashcan* you're so so so good at writing angst, just like omg. I was wondering if you might be willing to write something with Adrian finding out that *Reader* is getting abused by [his or her] partner, and how he would handle it. whether adrian has a thing for reader or not is up to you <3

-warnings; violence (domestic, canon), language -a/n; a gift, for you. short but yummy.

You have no idea how Adrian found out. It was totally normal for you to show up at work covered in bruises, especially considering what kind of work you did. But Adrian always noticed. He noticed everything you did. The bruises were always a little too often, a little too fresh. You were always a little too distant and a little too jumpy. So he followed you, of course he did.

He camped outside your apartment window, watching. He saw everything. And you looked so tired. So, so tired. You looked totally and utterly defeated. Adrian knew you as a warrior, a fighter, a total badass. And he watched as your shoulders slumped and you just accepted your fate. He watched as he bloodied your nose, screamed obscenities at you. You took it. You didn't even try and fight.

The next evening you were lying in bed, pretending to be asleep. You were avoiding conversation. Your boyfriend was still awake, sitting on his phone. You heard something fall to the ground and smash. You hoped it wasn't your favourite vase. You felt the bed move as your boyfriend got up to check the apartment, just in case. You waited for him to come back. And you waited, and you waited.

And he never came back.

Eventually you swung your legs off the edge of the bedroom and wandered down the hall. You tiptoed through the house, calling out quietly. You turned the corner into the living room. He was lying on the floor, cold and unmoving.

"you didn't deserve what he did to you."

You jumped at the sound of the voice. You turned around, poised to attack. It was Adrian. Not Vigilante, just plain old Adrian in his jeans and his glasses. He was opening his arms. When you didn't move, he pulled you into him.

"he deserved what he got," he mumbled into your hair. "Let me take you home. let someone else find him."

You nodded and Adrian pulled you towards your front door. He kept you tucked against his chest as he dragged you into the elevator. Eventually, you brought your arms up to wrap around his waist. Adrian smiled against your forehead.

He'll treat you so much better than that bastard ever did.