sgt-morgan

[sgt-morgan]

asking frank "would you still love me if i was a worm"

frank castle x f!reader

he looks at you like "ma'am what the..."

he definitely knows this is something you found on social media. he debates giving a legit answer, probably something about stepping on you, or saying something sweet.

he decides to go with, "do i know the worm is you?"

you laugh, sit yourself on his lap, and say, "yeah, like, i turned into a worm right now."

frank smiles at you, watches your face as you draw circles on his chest. "well i'd find a way to turn you back."

"but i wouldn't mind being a worm," you respond thoughtfully. "they don't have responsibilities."

his hand comes up to cover yours, and he raises your hand to his lips, where he presses a kiss.

"it's a stupid ass question," frank murmurs, his lips moving against your palm.

"i'd love you if you were a worm," you say with full confidence. "i'd put you in my pocket. and i'd get you perfect compost. i'll turn a corner of the house into- into whatever habitat worms like most."

"only a corner?"

"a corner is like a mansion to a worm! and don't turn the tables on me. what if i was the worm?"

"i'd use you as fish bait."

your jaw drops as you move your head out from under his chin. "fish bait?"

he laughs and reaches for your face, trying to pull you back close to him. "just kiddin', baby, i'm just kiddin'. course i'd love you. there are things much worse than worms. i'd even love ya if you turned into a, i don't know, mosquito or some shit."

you narrow your eyes at him in playful anger. he raises his eyebrows.

"you wouldn't want to be a worm," frank pulls you closer until your noses touch, "how would i do this, hm?" and he kisses you, oh so gently, his hands on your waist holding you like glass.

he can feel your giggle bubbling in your abdomen as he chases your lips when you pull away slowly.

"fine," you laugh, "you're forgiven."

"mhm," he says proudly. he kisses your forehead and whispers, "and i'd give you more than just a corner of the house."

"would i have to tell people my partner is a worm though?"

"shush. yes."

[sgt-morgan]

i’m dating an astrophysicist

[sgt-morgan]

I am a huge fan of retiring to my quarters

[sgt-morgan]

Can I have that?

Description: you have a little breakdown and Joel is there to help.

A/N: you ever just crash out?

There was a pounding in your skull. All the noise in the house dulled to a kitchen fan, you sprawled in white sheets in whatever amalgamation of clothes you could manage to find, and the pounding rain outside the window.

The girls had been arguing all morning. Sarah and Ellie rarely ever argue, and you didn’t know if they were serious or not, but the arguing was the first straw. The way their words overlapped and steadily rose in pitch and volume, it was grating. Normally you don’t mind, content to let them work it out only to intercede when they ask you to, but not tonight. Because there was also the dishes. The soggy bits of dried food felt like it was clinging to everything. Your hands, your nails, your arms. The more dishes you scrubbed the worse the feeling got, crawling up your arm like an ever spreading fungus. The smell was cloying too, the sickly sweet smell of apple scented dawn dish soap layered over rotting food turning your stomach. Then the phone, ringing and ringing, over and over. You asked one of the girls to answer it but they couldn’t hear over the arguing. You couldn’t pick it up, couldn’t risk answering and accidentally touching your face with your dirty dish hands. Then the neighbor’s dog was barking, then the first clap of thunder. It was all too loud, too gross, to claustrophobic.

You felt the snap as the tension broke your last bit of patience. You let out a strangled whine, dropped the dishes in the sink and proceeded to scrub furiously at your hands in scalding water. The thud and splash alerted the girls to your distress and the arguing died down, when you picked up the phone and slammed it into the receiver without a word, they stopped entirely. Then you left the room, flopping onto your bed and laying there, letting tears silently stream down your cheeks.

You didn’t yell at the girls, couldn’t. They didn’t really do anything wrong, they were just being kids. The way you acted was just as good as a yell though. The whole house was silent now, and more tears tracked down your face as a result, because you were sure they felt needlessly guilty over your outburst. You couldn’t do anything about it now though, the guilt adding another boulder to the mountain sitting on your chest that kept you stranded here in a wallow of strange lethargy.

You can’t grasp the amount of time you spent there, crying and thinking about all of the things you needed to do. You just, couldn’t make yourself do them. Then you heard the door and your eyes squeezed shut in shame. Joel, who had worked all day and only got home at a decent hour because of the storm, was home. You could hear him mumbling to the girls, and then you heard his boots on the stairs. Every thud like a death knell you had convinced yourself you deserved. The door opened, then closed, and a deep sigh was heaved. You couldn’t even make yourself look. There was shuffling then. Boots being kicked under the bed, a shirt being changed, jeans being shed, hands being washed. Then a dip in the bed beside you.

“Hey, can I have that?” Well, that wasn’t what you were expecting. You peeked an eye up at Joel, whose big brown eyes were studying your face with concern. You waited for him to explain, but he didn’t, so you asked.

“Have what?” He nodded to your face.

“That,” he took his thumb and rubbed out the furrow in your brow. “Thanks, I’ll take that, can I have that too?” He said, smoothing out your frown with his fingers. “Gonna need those too.” He sighed, wiping up your tears. When his petting finally ended, you had calmed significantly.

“Ah, thanks baby. I’ll get rid of that.” Joel nodded, flicking his hand away in disgust, as if whatever he took from you offended him.

“What are you talking about?” You huffed, one brow raised in disbelief.

“Oh, I was taking that long face you had there. Seems like you didn’t need it, so I thought I’d throw it out for you.” He nodded sagely, carefully tucking you into his chest while he laid back in the bed. “Any idea where all that mess came from? Seemed painful.”

“Yeah, I think I didn’t- I feel so- Tired, Joel. I’m tired.” You stutter out, the tears breaching the surface again.

“Woah! Pretty baby, no more tears needed. I think we’re gonna get it all figured out ok?” He coos, trying to pull you out of your head as he rubs your back and flexes his fingers in your hair. “The girls went home with Tommy for the night, said they were fighting over something stupid.” That somehow made you cry harder and Joel was truly baffled for a minute there.

“I feel so bad,” you cry, “I snapped and threw a hissy fit, and now they feel guilty and it’s not their fault.”

“Hey now, enough.” Joel said more firmly this time, rolling on top of you and framing your face with his hands. “The girls made a point of telling me you didn’t yell at them, so I think you did a great job. Slamming the phone down was a little dramatic, sure, but if you remember, I sprayed them with a water hose to get them to shut up the last time, so I think you’re ok.” He chuckled a bit as he watched your big eyes and sweet lips pout up at him. “Now, can you do me a favor and please take a nap? When you wake up, we can relax, but for now let’s just go to sleep for a bit ok baby doll?”

Joel is relieved when you nod and curl into his chest. He’s glad you had agreed to go to sleep, hoping it will help stave off the coming migraine you were fighting but hadn’t recognized yet. He could see it as soon as he got within a foot of you. From what Ellie and Sarah had said, you were having trouble focusing all morning, and you were getting super sensitive to smells and sounds. Ellie said you deflated entirely when you got to the sink, nearly gagging at the smell of dawn power wash. What had possessed them to get into a shouting match after they recognized your symptoms, the world may never know, but teenage girls will be teenage girls.

Joel waited until you had fully conked out before he got up to get you your pills and a liquid IV. Rousing you into that sleepy, compliant, nearly comatose state you get when you finally fall asleep during a migraine. He holds you against his chest and watches to make sure you drink the whole water bottle, having to rouse you several times to get you to drink it all. When you finally finish the bottle he tucks you back in and gets up to go finish the dishes.

He finishes the job and looks around to see if anything else was supposed to get done. He saw your list on the fridge, the letters slightly off and several words misspelled. Another sign your been fighting it all morning and couldn’t figure out the problem. He saw a pot of water in the stove with pasta in it, but the burner was never turned on. He went ahead and cleared up that mess, chuckling at the sight. He’s glad he came down Before you woke up or else you’d probably cry again and make the whole thing worse. Brain fog, probably an Aura migraine. One of those ones that blurred your vision. He sighed and checked his texts, Tommy said the girls were gonna stay the weekend to hang out with Maria and the baby, they would help keep the little boy busy since it seems they’d be stuck inside for the next two days by the storm. He puffed out a breath and texted his brother his assent, and let him know that you were ok, just a migraine, and that he was grateful for the empty house in hopes that you would be able to relax and get some decent sleep since it seems like the project would be halted by the storm for the next couple days anyway.

Not that it mattered, if he felt like you needed the help, he would have made a bid to stay home anyway. But never fear, Joel had solved the mystery and the weather had already cemented his plan to stay home and help.

There was a shuffling on the stairs that sounded a whole lot like you, so he put away his phone and looked to see, and there you were. Barely awake, hair a mess, and you were still the prettiest woman he had ever seen.

He silently opens his arms where he’s sitting on the couch, and you crawl right into them.

“My head hurts.” You mumble, rubbing your face into his chest like a cat.

“You don’t say… that’s not a surprise honey.” He chuckles, “just surprised you didn’t recognize that sooner.”

“I’m stressed, I thought it was just that.” You sigh, hiding your poor aching eyes in his shirt while he gently strokes your hair.

“Well, you’ve got it now. Let’s just rest awhile.” Joel sighs, pulling you in closer.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

[sgt-morgan]

I hate that SEPTember OCTOber NOVember and DECember aren’t the 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th months.

[sgt-morgan]

Guessing Game 🦯

Summary: You and Matt have a little inside joke, turns out you’re hella right

Warnings: AFAB and female identifying reader, Mentions of g!ns, probably blasphemy, Matt’s dangerously beautiful ass. None really, v fluffy.

A/N: This is for all you girlies still waiting for Matt to show his face in She-Hulk. I’ll fill your thirst void. We are gonna get there 2gether I swear.

Pt.2 Robin Bites Back.

Pt.3 The Test

DD Masterlist

“Jesus Christ Matt!” You exclaim, dropping crumbs all over the court documents you had been diligently going over for the past forty five minutes. When your boss (technically) and the man of your dreams walked in with the biggest bruise you’d ever seen, you honestly forgot they were there.

“Blasphemy, really? Don’t worry about it sweetheart.” he chuckled as you rushed over to check him over for more injuries, trying to calm the frantic beating of your heart from the nickname.

“If Jesus could see you, he’d take his own name in vain.” Matt huffed out a laugh at that, as you gently pressed a finger to the bruise. He hissed in pain, and you hissed back in sympathy. “Sorry, What happened?”

“I got in a really gnarly bar fight.” Matt pursed his lips and flexed his-surprisingly-muscular arm. You rolled your eyes and smacked his bicep, He gave an over exaggerated ‘ow!’ And rubbed his arm with a frown. Or so you thought, in reality, there was actually a pretty nasty knife wound there from the same asshole who got his face. He got his injuries fending off a mugging just outside Josie’s.

“Haha Murdock, no way some drunk asshole is gonna punch a blind guy, nobody is that stupid.” Matt could tell you were rolling your eyes, and he smirked.

“What, don’t think I could win a fight? Is it cause I’m blind?” He grinned wolfishly and you flopped back down in your desk chair.

“No Mathew, I’ve seen you move, I bet you take after your dad. Got some sort of illegal fight ring I should know about?” You brushed the crumbs from your papers and started to work again.

“Ah, yeah you caught me sweetheart. Got a fight ring stashed in the old Fogwell’s building. It’s like poetic Justice.” He laughs, sitting opposite you and pulling his own work from his brief case. You laugh and shake your head. God, he loved that sound.

“Yeah, alright wise guy, when are you gonna tell me the truth huh? I’ll bet you’re that man in the black mask, ah what’s his name… OH! Daredevil!” You snapped your fingers and chuckled again, not noticing Matt’s whole body go rigid in panic. He listens to your heart beat for any sighs you weren’t joking, but only found it’s normal steady pace.

“Yeah, I’m secretly a ninja for sure.” He chuckled stiffly, trying to play it off. Luckily, you were already wrapped up in your work, and didn’t even notice the slight flop sweat that ghosted over his brow.

“Alright DD, chop chop. Gotta make sure your day job still pays the bills.” You mumbled, and how right you were.

Matt kept coming to work with bruises, and you kept making jokes about them. He knew you made them because you worried, and if he could joke about it, you figured he was fine. He loved that about you, you had the ability to bring levity to any situation. He was grateful for it. What he was not grateful for, was how close those jokes sometimes hit to the truth.

“Woah! What happened this time DD? Catch that mugger?”

“Whoa there Devilman! You and Spider-Man catch a cat burglar?”

“Jeez man without fear, you’d think with skills like that they would have made you an avenger already.”

Matt laughed at every single one, but that Spider-Man one was just uncanny. Sure, it was a guy robbing a bodega, but it was close enough. You kept up the running gag, and it was honestly surprising Foggy and Karen had never heard you. One day though, you almost caught on to how right you were because his dumb friends were no good with subtlety.

You, Foggy, and Karen all happened to be in the break room one morning, when Matt stumbled in after a rough night. “Hello Daredevil, you give somebody the horns last night?” You said it with such serious nonchalance, that Karen gasped and Foggy spit his coffee across the room. Matt smacked a hand to his forehead and just pictured the cartoonish shock on his friends faces, conjuring memories of Looney Tunes and Scooby-Doo. You turned to look, and Matt made silencing motions behind your back to a wide eyed Foggy and Karen, who were gaping in horror at your joke. “Jeez guys! It was just a joke, right Matty?” You turned just as Matt stoped his wild gestures and he laughed, shrugging off his suit jacket.

“Yeah guys, what. You really think I’m Daredevil or something?” He laughed awkwardly, and Foggy and Karen caught on.

“Oh! Haha! No! Of course not!” Foggy started chuckling awkwardly, and Karen joined him.

“Yeah! Good one!” Karen giggled almost manically, but you didn’t notice, too busy obliviously cleaning up Foggy’s spit take. It was moments like these that Matt was glad that you were a bit of a social ditz.

When the shock wore off, Karen and Foggy found your little inside joke to be hysterical. They joined in on your little jokes as well, cracking off some really good ones, much to your delight.

“Jeez buddy,” you started one morning. “Have a rough evening being Justice?”

Foggy cackled and did a growly Batman voice. “I am Justice, I am vengeance, IM BATMAN!” You laughed and he grinned. Making you laugh was quickly becoming a competition in the office, and by god was he determined to win.

Karen was not to be beat either, she was getting in some real zingers herself.

“Good lord Mathew! Tell the criminals of the Kitchen to stop damaging the goods!” You grimaced at the cut on his cheek.

“You think my face is the goods?” He grinned waggling his eyebrows to an empty corner and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s not the criminals that need to take a break,” Karen scoffed, “It’s all that pent up Catholic guilt.”

You cackle and Karen grinned. You however, not to be beat in this battle of wits, got the last laugh. “You know Karen? I think you’re right! I’m honestly surprised he doesn’t piss holy water.” Matt looked like a wet cat, but Foggy and Karen had tears in their eyes.

Then of course there was the Christmas Sweater incident. “What’s that?” You asked, watching Matt stuff a red piece of clothing back into a brown paper bag.

“What’s this?” Matt tilted his head with a frown, like he always did when he was curious about something. You did what you always did when Matt did this and kissed his up turned cheek and patted it twice. “My sweater for the holiday party.”

“A sweater devil boy? for the holiday party at Josie’s?” You nodded with satisfaction. “The one we planned with Karen and Foggy not three weeks ago?”

“The very same,” Matt nodded, “Yes. We’re also playing Secret Santa. I’ve already got a gift for my pick.” He grinned.

“Good boy!” you grinned and Matt preened, “I’ve got mine as well. Now all we have to do is turn up in one piece, think you can manage Devilman?”

“Only for you.” Matt grinned and he could feel the heat of the blush rising in your cheeks, hear the way your heart rate stuttered at his flirting.

“Cheeky,” you chuckled, and set down the paperwork you copied over to Braille for him with two pats to his right hand. Your little substitute for a wink. “Keep talking like that and I’ll have to find some mistletoe.”

The fabled holiday party came, and Matt did indeed manage to get to Josie’s without a scrape. He could hear you and the other’s whispering in your booth and grinned. He got to your table and you gasped.

“Mathew Murdock, where did you find such ghastly reindeer ears!?” You cackled.

“Peter got them for me, I asked him to pick up my secret Santa gift and he brought these along with him.” He shrugged with his roguish lopsided grin that made your insides turn to jello.

“Well they’re awful, I must have a pair.” You laughed, scooting to make more room for your friend, but first he folded up his cane, and pulled off his jacket revealing his great secret. “MATHEW MEREDITH MURDOCK!” You exclaimed with uncontrollable mirth, Foggy laughed at your presumed and nonsensical middle name. “What is that!?” Pulled over his signature too-tight button up, was a red sweater with holiday trimmings that read ‘IM NOT DAREDEVIL’ in bold print. He smiled in victory as he heard the laughter from his table of friends. Could practically taste your tears of joy, heard the wheezing, and the way you all struggled to catch your breath.

“Oh god, I’m gonna pee myself.” You chortled, clinging to his arm and wiping your tears. Foggy was staring at the thing in shock, and Karen was trying (and failing) to hold back her giggles. He had beaten you all at your own game. “Mathew Murdock, I could kiss you.”

“Please do!” Matt laughed, finally plopping into the empty seat beside you. You smacked his arm and he winked.

“Oh god, let’s start drinking. I’m already exhausted and we haven’t even exchanged gifts.” You sighed with a laugh.

You all laughed, and drank, and sang Holiday tunes until midnight. You also exchanged your gifts. Mostly joke things. Matt bought Karen a ‘half cup’ mug, that was like a sawed off mug with a flat back. “So you can cut back on the caffeine!” He had chuckled. Karen bought Foggy a pack of un-clickable pens, and a rock’n’roll Santa tie. “There, now I won’t strangle you when you play with the pens in your office, no noise!” Foggy bought you a pet rock for your desk, that had little tiny devil horns and google eyes, “you needed a friend,” he grinned, “and what better friend than your very own deskdevil?” You chuckled as well, pulling out the last gift of the night and passed it to Matt, a devil shaped re-freezeable ice pack. “So you can ice your face!” Matt laughed heartily and thanked you, chuckling as you helped him run his hands over the cartoonish horns, and described the color.

When the evening came to a close, Matt left around an hour before you all did, claiming he had court documents he needed to sign and return to a client by tomorrow. Foggy and Karen nodded, and you went with it because you didn’t know the man’s work load, and frankly you were burgeoning on too drunk to care. You had another round of shots, and then the rest of you left. You parted ways with a very inebriated Karen and Foggy at the corner, and headed back to your apartment (also very inebriated). About halfway to your apartment, you got a very uneasy feeling, as if someone was following you. You knew you should have called Matt to come get you.

You kept steady down the alley way, hoping that by subtly walking faster, you’d get back into the streetlights quicker so whoever it was, if there even was someone, would let you go without a fuss. What you didn’t realize, was that when you’re as drunk as you are, subtly speeding up announced itself as a sprint. Then you felt hands jerk you back suddenly, one over your mouth and one jammed something that felt suspiciously like a gun into your back.

“Gimmie the bag and nobody gets hurt.” A voice slurs from behind you. You raise your hands and drop the bag, congratulating yourself mentally for putting your wallet in your front pocket with your phone earlier. You hope that if he takes the bag and you run fast enough, he won’t notice. Thank god it’s just one du-

“Now empty your pockets!” Well, shit. That’s no good. You should have known that shitty drunk assholes traveled in packs. That way, if shit head numero uno forgets, shithead two will inevitably pick up the slack, that’s street slime 101. “You hear me bitch? Pockets!” Shithead number two reaches for your front pocket when-

THWACK!

Oh Merry FUCKING Christmas to you, a vigilante, now shithead one is gonna be jumpy and you’re gonna bleed out in an alleyway from an overzealous trigger finger. God has a sick sense of humor after all, you bet it’s Daredevil, that would REALLY prove God to be a comedian.

“I know you don’t have a gun, let the girl go.” A blur of motion and then in all his glory, the Daredevil. (Because of fucking course.)

“H-how do you know?” Shit bag squirms and grasps you tighter. You roll your eyes, this is gonna take all night, and all you wanna do is drink another beer and imagine Matt’s ass in the new suit you helped him buy, you’re over it. You strike while he’s distracted. “I could have a g-OOF!” You stomp on sleezebag’s foot and head but him in the nose. Yikes, that shit hurt, how do these super dorks do it. Once you were released, you ran behind Daredevil and let him finish knocking the guy out. From behind though, you noticed something very strange. When he finally turned to you, you voiced your assumption.

“You got a familiar ass.” You slurred, scrunching your brow. Daredevil let out a bewildered chuckle.

“Oh? And what might a familiar ass look like?” Matt shook his head, picking your bag up from the sidewalk with a breathy chuckle. You’re drunk, surely you won’t figure it out.

“Peachy, round, hot, very uhhh-“ he nodded and put your bag back on your shoulder, cocking his head to the side with a grin. Just like- “LAWYERLY! OH MY GOD! M-“ he clapped a hand over your mouth shushing you, you squealed and pointed and flailed around.

“Sh! Yes! Baby, you called it! You were right!” He shushed frantically pulling you into the darkened alleyway again. He was stunned, you really managed to figure it out. You recognized him… by his ass. He’s never gonna let you live this down, at least, if you live through this. You locked his palm and he let go of you with a disgusted sound.

When he finally released your mouth you whisper yelled. “Oh my god!? I was right!? Holy shit! You’re! And then I’m- and god! I don’t know where your hands have been DD ew! Gross!” You made spitting noises and blew raspberries, and then went to start shouting again, he frantically shushed you long enough to get you to listen.

“Yes! You’re very clever! Let’s get you home yeah?” He nodded slowly, steering you in the direction of your apartment. He got you there in relative silence, keeping you occupied by jumping from building to building following you. You giggled when he would perch on the rooftops, laughing about him being a ‘poser’ or as ‘blind as a bat’, leading you to sing a drunken rendition of Meatloaf’s bat out of hell much to his amusement and frustration. He had honestly never been more endeared to you, you were taking this whole vigilante thing like a champ, he wondered faintly if it was the booze, but now was not the time. It was slow going, but you made it. He climbed through the window you opened once you got in, and flipped on your couch. To his shock, you plopped into his lap. “Hey there sweet pea!” He laughed, curling his arms around you. Your drunken stupor made you affectionate, he would file that away for later.

“Wow Matty! You’re a hero!” You crow, pulling his mask from his head with a flourish and plopping it on your coffee table. “You got horns and everything! We gotta talk! I know you’re really blind, cause I switched all your socks with My Little Pony socks that one time and you didn’t see,” Matt spluttered at this, but you shushed him with your fingers before he could get more details. “Also, who would go through all the trouble of learning Braille if they were lying. Psh- I wouldn’t for sure! So you gotta have like super smell, or touch, or hearing, or something! Oh Jeez! Super smell! I gotta smell like Josie’s! And that smells real bad! I’m sorry!” You tried to get up and almost fell, so Matt pulled you back onto his lap.

“I do have all those things,” he chuckled, pushing your hair from your face, brown eyes vacantly moving around the room. “But you always smell good! The gross is there, the trash cans outside your building, Josie’s, the homeless robber, but overtop of all that is your skin, and your perfume, and coffee.” He scrunched his nose adorably and you coo and stroke it with a finger.

“Oh Matty, that’s so nice!” You sniffle, “you’re really good at flipping on stuff, are you a ninja?” She gasps, whispering conspiratorially.

“No,” he whispers back, “but my dad was a boxer, and I trained with a guy called stick.” He answered all of the questions you came up with and held you in his lap, he wished that he could live in this moment forever. He wished that he could hold you like this all the time; breathing in your shampoo and talking with you about his life. It was a balm to his aching heart, and a real relief to no longer be lying to the woman he suspected more and more would be his forever.

“Wow Matty, you’re so cool.” You sighed, burrowing into his suit and coiling around him tightly. “I was right all along! You really are Daredevil! Foggy and Karen knew! They suck ass! You should have told me you big meanie, I coulda been helping! I could be your sidekick!” He nodded and chuckled as you start to nod off, muttering about Batman and Robin.

“Yeah, yeah honey, you can be my Robin.” He grinned, kissing your hair.

“Well, you told me a secret, now I gotta tell you one!” You jolted awake suddenly with urgency, and leaned into his ear. “I think you’re really hot, and I wanna kiss you all the time.” You then leaned back and put your finger over your lips tapping the back of his hand twice. “Ok! That’s all! Night Matty!”

Matt sat frozen in shock as you stood, he could feel the currents shifting, hear the soft clothing rustle against your skin as you got undressed and flopped onto your bed. Within seconds you were snoring, and Matt was beaming. He couldn’t believe it, you liked him after all, he’d see how you felt sober. The Daredevil thing is fun for now, but when you’re sober he didn’t know how true that would be.

In the morning, you awoke with a groan, your head aches and you felt like you’d been hit by a bus. Then you remembered you’r really hit boss is a vigilante, and you suddenly felt very awake. You turned your head to check the time, and saw that Matt had left you a glass of water, some Tylenol, and had recorded a voicemail on your phone, his name blinking on your screen over and over. You took the medicine and listened to it with nervous jitters, remembering the nights revelations.

“Hey sweet stuff, I left you some meds, figured you’d be pretty worn out. When you wake up, shoot me a text and we can go get some food, and I’ll fill you in on all the other stuff. If you need anything, let me know. Since you wanna kiss me all the time, you can pay me with those, I hear Daredevil loves being paid in affection. Talk to you soon, bye.”

You stood there again, shocked but grinning. Matt liked you, and now you knew it, but most importantly, you screeched into your empty apartment…

“I WAS RIGHT!”

The sequel

[sgt-morgan]

YA'LL MOM BROUGHT HOME MY 1 MILLION WORDS CELEBRATION CAKE FOR TRT AND THIS BAKER LADY ABSOLUTELY KILLED IT LOOK AT THIS FUCKING CAKE, THE HORNS ARE CAKE POPS!

CAKE.

POP.

DEVIL HORNS.

[sgt-morgan]

HAPPY DAREDEVIL BORN AGAIN DAY

[sgt-morgan]

can't wait to return to my natural state (being obsessed with matt murdock)

[sgt-morgan]

Into The Offerman-Verse™

THE LAST OF US: LONG, LONG TIME PARKS AND RECREATION: ROAD TRIP

[sgt-morgan]

I Just Wanna Dance

A/N: I’m back with a sad one. It’s a big ole spoiler alert too, so read with caution. She ain’t a long one but she’s something.

Warning: cannon typical violence, blood, feels, and country music.

Pedro Masterlist 🎯

Mornings in the Miller household were usually rowdy. There was always someone late for something, always someone missing something, and always someone grumbling about what a stressful day they were going to have.

Then there was Sunday morning. At 15 and 17, neither you nor Joel expected either of the girls to be rolling out of bed bright and early at 8 a.m. like when they were little. So, Sunday mornings got to be a slow affair, one filled with frying bacon, bubbling coffee pots, and the slow sway of your hips to the music playing quietly from your phone.

Now if your years in retail had given you anything, it’s a healthy appreciation for the weekend being free and clear, and in this season in your life you were glad Sundays were lazy days. This sleepy morning, at least until the kids got up, your music of choice was George Strait.

Joel admired the sway of your hips, the soft hum of your voice over the lyrics he knew by heart, and he grinned as if he had just won the lottery, and to him, he had.

“I wanna dance with you

twirl you all around the floor

that’s what they invented dancing for

I just wanna dance with you!” You sang under your breath, and Joel joined in.

“Your wish is my command, Mrs. Miller.” He deftly swung you into his arms and you smiled wide, spatula raised until you rested your arms around his neck.

Joel believed this is one of those moments. You know, the ones where you couldn’t imagine a better place in the world than the one you’re in. He couldn’t fathom being happier than in this moment. He is happy, truly happy. The weight of you in his arms, the smell of a breakfast lovingly prepared, the knowledge that his girls are here, safe, and happy in their beds. Life couldn’t be more perfect. The dancing around the room was just the cherry on top.

Joel loves the smell of you when you are just waking up. You smell like sleep, and warmth, and him. That coupled with the warm syrup and sizzling bacon is Nirvana. This is his glimpse of Heaven on earth. He’s sure that somewhere in the vast reaches of time and space, there is a version of him paying for his sins, but he’s not that Joel. This Joel is happy. This Joel is at peace.

The Joel from his nightmares was cruel, unkind, alone. He was sure that that Nightmare was as close to a belief in something bigger as he could get. He felt a hole in his heart, as if everything he loved about this life was… gone. He dreamed of lying dead, with a dented in skull, your tears and screams of mourning, Ellie’s tears, Sarah was gone. That reality wasn’t this one though, even though he glimpsed that one every time he blinked. Saw an older version of you, covered in grime and blood, screaming for him, saw the life leave Ellie’s eyes as she settles in with her new grief mission, revenge. It was like this reality and that reality danced on a knife’s edge, as he danced to this song with you. He felt himself dance along with death as he was here right now, with everything he had ever wanted. His family completed. But then he also felt as if he’d just woke up, from a terrible dream.

So in this moment he chooses to dream.

“It’s alright Joel, it’s ok, you can rest now.” When he looked up he was dancing with the older and sadder you, but she had that smile too, that just for him, Sunday morning smile. “Be at peace.” When he blinked again, she was gone, and he knew it was all just a crazy nightmare.

“Good morning baby.” Joel whispered and tucked a hair behind your ear.

“Goodnight Joel.” You sobbed, kneeling in a pool of blood, wondering what you would do without dancing.

[sgt-morgan]

Like Pulling Teeth

I thought of this while watching a TikTok and I couldn’t help myself.

Contacting Bucky while he was on a mission, was as close to impossible as humanly conceivable, but Bucky married you because you are a miracle worker. As far as the former soldier was concerned, you fell out of heaven and gave him all of the greatest things in life. Including, an adorable baby girl, Evangeline Rebecca Barnes. Bucky adored his girls, he loved nothing more than to return home to them and feel like he had done his best to keep you safe. However, the number one thing he couldn’t stand, was those moments he missed. Recitals, birthdays, first steps, nothing was off limits. But sometimes, a girl just needs her daddy.

You knew Bucky, Steve, Natasha, and Sam were in the middle of Eastern Europe, you knew their mission was long, and you knew he was supposed to be off the grid. However, when your baby girl came into your room mouth bleeding, tooth hanging by a thread, her little blue eyes just like her daddy’s welling up with tears? You knew that protocol would have to take a back seat.

“Baby, what happened! can I see?” You said carefully approaching your baby, hands outstretched as if reaching for a wounded animal. The roar that ripped out of her was fierce and rough, that growling, sobbing scream that only little kids can manage.

“NO! No mommy,” she sobbed, chest heaving, tears welling, “No mommy, daddy help, no touch it mommy.” She cried.

“Sorry Y/N! We were jumping on the trampoline and she smacked into my knee when we fell over!” Morgan Stark said, her eyes also a little misty, the poor baby wracked with guilt.

“No Morgan, it’s not your fault, I know it was an accident.” You reassured to young Stark. “Can you get your daddy for me? Tell him I need to borrow his phone.” She nodded and ran off and you faced your baby again.

“Ok, Eva love, let’s get that mouth of yours cleaned up, I promise I won’t pull it, but let’s at least stop dripping blood on the floor.” You carefully picked up your daughter and pushed her sweaty, wild curls off her forehead and gently kissing her tear stained cheeks. You wandered into your bathroom and set your daughter on the sink. You reached into the cabinet and pulled out a washcloth, wetting it with warm water and swiped the blood gently from her mouth. She kept crying and squirming, but was placated when you finally gave up and just let her hold the washcloth to her mouth.

“Where is baby Barnes, give her here, let me squeeze it.” Tony came into the room with a flourish. You smile weekly at Tony and gesture towards the bathroom where your daughter could be seen still sniffling and holding the now stained washcloth to her mouth.

“She wants her daddy,” you start to explain whispering softly to Tony so you can avoid setting off the crying child in your bathroom. “She won’t let me pull it without talking to him.”

“Oof tough breaks lady Barnes, you could give my phone a shot.” He hands you his phone, starting towards your bathroom, Morgan following closely behind him holding some popsicles. “Oh Evie! I have your advance from the tooth fairy! She got you a bomb pop!”

You are so grateful for Tony. You knew that He and your husband had a long and sordid past, but having little girls seemed to mellow them, and they had decided to let bygones be bygones. You could now with confidence say that Tony was one of your husbands best friends.

You knew to use Tony’s phone when calling your husband, because he knew that Tony only called him while on a mission if there was an emergency. He had learned long ago not to take your calls when on a mission, because you often forgot he was gone and would call him at random. This lesson was taken to heart when you called him during a shoot out to tell him about an adorable puppy you saw while buying groceries.

He picked up after the second ring. “Stark, this better be good. I just left a meeting with our target.” You flinched, but it had to be done.

“Hi baby.” You said meekly.

“Y/N! What’s wrong, is Eva ok?” You smile a little, his imediate switch in tone reminding you just how soft he was only for you and your daughter.

“Well, we had a little accident on the trampoline, and she won’t let me pull her tooth that’s hanging by a thread without you.” You sigh, slightly frustrated with the whole thing.

“Baby, I can-“ he tried but you weren’t taking no for an answer.

“James Bucanon Barnes, I need you to be a dad for five seconds. Shut up and turn on your face time.” You snap, immediately the phone starts to vibrate indicating that he had switched to FaceTime.

“Sorry baby, you’re right,” He sighs running his fingers through his hair, “Take me to the kid.” You walk into the bathroom and brandish the phone at your daughter, showing her that her dad is on the screen.

“Daddy, my toof,” she gives a little half sob, her little blue eyes welling up again. Tony and Morgan take the popsicles and go to wait for you in the living room, leaving you and your little family to sort the tooth problem. “I hurted it.”

“Oh baby doll, I’m sorry,” he says pouting a little and pulling the phone a little closer to his face, presumably to get a better look at the mostly detached tooth. “You know, if you pulled it out it wouldn’t hurt anymore! Then you could put it under your pillow, and the tooth fairy would come and leave you a dollar!”

“Really?” Your heart smooshed when you saw her sweet little eyes glued to Tony’s phone. All of the faith and love in the world shone in your little girls eyes. She was gonna be ok, daddy has her. “Can you help me daddy?”

You could see Bucky’s eyes melt at her request, he couldn’t believe something so perfect could ever trust him so unconditionally. “Of course honey, lets do it.”

She sniffled and handed you the phone so she could have her hands free. “Okay daddy, I ready.” She sniffled putting her brave face on.

“Okay honey, all we gotta do is twist and pull, can you grab it?” She reached up and grabbed hold of her little tooth watching for her fathers reassurance. “Alright baby, good job. Now, you gotta really be brave for me ok? On the count of three we’re gonna pull, ready?” Your little girl started whimpering nervously but she nodded at her dad bravely. “Alright, 1... 2... 3!” She twisted and gave a sharp yank and suddenly she was holding her tooth in her hand.

“Daddy look! I did it!” She beamed showing off the new gap in her front teeth.

“Look at that baby! You did it! My brave girl, I’m so proud of you!” You covered your mouth with your free hand, smiling at your little girl. Bucky sounded so proud. “Let’s show your Uncle Stevie and Aunty Nat! They’re gonna be so proud of you!” You handed the phone back to your daughter and let her continue to talk to her dad. You couldn’t believe how lucky you are, you have the perfect little family.

“Okay daddy, Uncle Tony brought me a popsicle. I gonna eat now.” She said handing you the phone.

“Alright sweet cheeks, love you big!” She repeated the sentiment, and you turned the phone to talk to your husband.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to it, sorry to bother you.” You sigh scrubbing your hand down your face.

“No problem baby, I’m glad you called. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there in person.” He sighs, carding his fingers through his hair.

“That’s okay baby, I understand,” you reassure him, “Go save the world, come home, and then we can worry about loose teeth again.”

[sgt-morgan]

this girl must have pussy like a pizza bc Everytime she fucks me I have little seizures

[sgt-morgan]

Mixology Masterlist

Mixology: A Steve Rogers Fanfic

Steve Rogers comes into your bar and after a night of flirting you take him home.  When he leaves the next day you never expect to see him again.

This story follows you as you stumble through a relationship with a man who just wants to be seen for who he is.

A/N:  This fic was written pre-Infinity War.  So while it follows canon for a while, it then veers off wildly at the end.

The Wingman The Morning After Partings Midtown False Starts The First of Many Skinny Dipping Captain Nomad Weihnachten Desire and Responsibility The Soldier and the Orphan Bucky and Hope

[sgt-morgan]

[COVERED IN BLOOD, EYES LARGE] i have been working. On my resume

[sgt-morgan]

When you've been driving since birth and the brain parasite wants to comment on your driving skills

[sgt-morgan]

me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life