#defectivexfragmented

[rayofsunshinc]

ASKS ANSWERED

From @defectivexfragmented “Can’t sleep?” (Bucky, Matt)

Despite the fact that Matt's bed was one of the more comfortable places that he'd ever slept, Bucky was restless. It came with his brain trying to do circles to figure himself out sometimes, he supposed. So he was awake, staring at the ceiling and watching the lights from the signs outside flicker to different colors.

He shifted, pushing the warmth of the blankets away and got up to get a glass of water or something. When he padded back in the room, Matt was awake and asking about if he could sleep.

❝No, not really.❞ Bucky said, settling back into the bed, despite the fact that he was wide awake. He turned to his side to face Matt, head resting on his own folded arm. ❝Do you ever sleep?❞ Bucky asked.

[onlyathief]

@defectivexfragmented

it's sad, okay? his dad is gonna ask what the deal be and all remy is gonna say is damn, dad, it was jus' sad is all. sad as fuck. pathetic even, maybe, but mostly just... pitiful.

enough so that even tho this fella is an easy mark (or, at least, remy assumes thus far) there comes a point where it's no longer shots of madam boudreax's moonshine remy pushes forward. now it's little glasses of cool water instead.

"sooo.. you in town for what again?"

and let's be clear: remy knows who this is. ain't many down here in this hole in the wall spit of a bar that might, but remy watches the news an' reads the paper sometimes. hell, he's even on reddit!

it's just strange that this avenger is sittin' here drinkin' like a fish an' not... out.. avengerin' or whatever. and damn if remy can't bring himself to grab this fella's wallet! damn, it's sad!

[emmatriarchya]

For @defectivexfragmented from Remy to Matt

Leaving New Orleans hadn't been Remy's choice, but after years of avoiding the Assassins, as well as a bunch of folks who wanted to get their hands on mutants, he finally decided to bail from his beloved hometown. N'awlins would always be home, but he could make a place for himself somewhere else, couldn't he?

He didn't need the Thieves Guild anymore - he took the Elixir of Life many years ago, which stopped his aging - and they didn't want him as King anyway. They took him in and raised him to be their patriarch, but discarded him the moment he became an inconvenience. Quite on par with the course.

Remy made a sizable hole in his savings to purchase a very nice penthouse, and was now trying to find ways to replenish the bank account. Starting with a Hell's Kitchen based businessperson who had a few stolen artworks that Remy could get paid to bring back to their rightful owners. Rich stealing from the rich by way of the Guild, it was always the favorite marks of the thief.

That it was a businessperson trying to gentrify the neighborhood only made Remy want to oust them out more. As a former street urchin, he never liked people trying to gentrify and push out the original residents of an area. If they got a serious hit in their art collection, maybe they'd just pack and leave the neighborhood alone.

Security system disabled, Remy was picking the lock of the backdoor to the building when he felt - not watched, but like he was no longer alone. He peered over his shoulder, sensitive red eyes trying to see who was in the shadows.

[eyeless-smiles]

eyeless-smiles asked: [ PULL ]:  sender  pulls  receivers  hair. (For Clint, found him!)

@defectivexfragmented

Another town, another no name hole in the wall bar. Not that it mattered to him as long as they were fully stocked behind the bar and didn't say shit about his name. Clint was a paying customer after all. He simply wanted his glass to remain full and to drink in peace. It had been over a year at this point and the Avengers still hadn't managed to track him down, even with Tony's tech and Natasha's skills. Finishing off his second glass of bourbon, the archer waved to the bartender to indicate he wanted another and set the empty glass towards the inside of the countertop. The drink was replaced before the bartender headed into the back, assuming to the bathroom, and leaving him alone in the empty bar. Clint let out a heavy sigh, gaze briefly turning towards the old television mounted on the wall and was relieved to see no mention of the Missing Avenger on the news. It was an old news story but every so often it would pop back up and he would have lay low for a bit. His thoughts were elsewhere when the fingers ran through his hair to take a firm handful and yank his head backwards with a harsh grunt. Blue eyes quickly came to narrow on the face above of the asshole standing above him. "Unless you want your hand shoved so far up your ass that you can bit your fingernails, I would suggest you let me go. Now."

Clints steely blue gaze is met by midnight glass. Reflecting the mortals own appearance back at himself. Below them, a cold calculating smile is worn by a deceptively handsome face.

The Corinthian's golden digits remain tightly bound in the missing Avengers locks, despite the graphic threat. A low rumble of sultry humour purring in the Nightmare's chest when he dares to crane Clints neck back just a little farther.

"Hush, doll. You don't want to alarm the bartender." Casting an idle glance back towards the tv that Clint had been staring at moments prior, the Nightmare purses his lips.

"You've spent far too long disappearing to ruin all that effort. Now, finish your drink, and you and me are gonna head out for a little chat." The fingers in his hair loosen, roughly letting go of the Avengers head to step to the side and wait patiently for Clint to get out of his seat and make a move for the door.

[snkts]

📐 (Bucky 5’11”)

Send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine! || ACCPETING

"You don't even let me have this?"

[honorhearted]

@defectivexfragmented liked for a short starter!

"You know, they say it's unwise to wander off at these sort of gatherings," Benjamin said. His voice cut across the empty terrace, softly, though akin to a yell due to their solitude. He offered a smile for the target -- a young Tory woman named Robin Byrne -- and stepped forward. "After all, you never know what sort of untoward scoundrel you might meet..."

Here, he offered his hand. "John Bolton," he greeted. "Finally, it would seem I've found someone at this party who looks as miserable as I do."

[ofmythsandfables]

@defectivexfragmented asked: “Bite me as you’re fucking me.” (Vlad, Matt)

The male beneath him didn’t have to tell him twice. The beast was already ravenous from grinding his length into Matt from behind, and Vlad was so desperate to taste him.

Wrapping a hand around his throat, Vlad gently squeezed down on it as the tips of his fangs dragged red lines across the space between his neck and shoulder. “My darling wishes to be marked, hm? How could I possibly refuse..?” He purrs, but those purrs quickly turn into deep growls as his fangs puncture the skin and the vampire begins to suck on Matt, and groaning from how delectable he tasted.

[taintedbloodlines]

( @defectivexfragmented liked for a starter from Klaus Mikaelson )

Klaus spotted the familiar face leaned against the bar and smiled to himself. This wasn't much different than their last meeting. It seemed that Clint Barton had a passion for punishment. He moved through the crowd, bumping into annoyances along the way. Finally he was standing next to his target. "Well, well, Clint. I would have thought you had hightailed it out of New Orleans, yet you are still here. Has our little town grown on you that much?"

[1batch2batch]

@defectivexfragmented

Frank had seen a lot of unsettling shit, both overseas and at home. There were more nightmares in his head than most people could imagine, and his tolerance for blood--even his own--was through the roof. But few things sent a chill right down his spine like hearing the words I'm Daredevil from a mouth that clearly wasn't Matt Murdock's. Frank had known even before he'd spoken that he wasn't right, that it wasn't him. He had the suit, but that was all. Everything else was off, from the build and the posture down to the way he moved. That wasn't his Red. But still, he had to be sure. The conversation was brief, Frank engaging just long enough to prove to himself that it wasn't Matt. He may have gotten a little more than he bargained for. He'd also ascertained the guy was batshit crazy, and Frank knew crazy when he saw it. Stared back at it every morning in the mirror.

He had some business to attend to in New York City that night, but the next day was research. He'd read the papers, both the headlines that said Daredevil was on a killing spree and the other, quieter obituary for Matt Murdock from months back. It hurt more than he'd expected to think he was really dead, but the theory didn't last long. Someone had been at his apartment recently. Maybe it was the same psycho stealing his name these days, or maybe it was Matt himself. Frank had been dead too many times to take it at face value, especially for people like them.

The church was the next obvious place to look for Altar Boy, but even Frank wasn't prepared for the scene he'd find walking in. There was already a body on the ground, pews broken, fists flying, and rosary beads crunching under his boots. It only took a second's glance to know the one in black was Matthew. Even without the suit, he moved like him, looked like him, mask or no mask. Frank took more pleasure in it than he probably should have in hauling the other guy off of him and throwing him head first into the nearest set of pews. He'd get up again; they always got up again, unless he put them down for good, but this wasn't his show. He'd play by Matt's rules, until he decided not to. "The fuck is this, Red? I'm gone for five minutes, and you let somebody else wear your suit?"

[sxrgeantbarnes]

what's with the frown? i thought you'd be thrilled. | prompt | @defectivexfragmented

He is thrilled, though it’s not clear if you looked at him now. There’s a gentle breeze coming across the lake that lifts stray pieces of his hair into his furrowed brow, “What happened to your face?” Concern hits him the same way relief does. Steve is standing in front of him, breathing, pushing away the worst of Bucky’s worries that come whenever he thinks about Steve fighting out there, while he’s sitting here in Wakanda. The two of them apart because Bucky’s been too busy getting his brain back together. 

His thumb traces the edge of a bruise on Steve’s cheekbone– must have been a hell of a hit. Must have been recent, too. Happened while Bucky’s been sitting here feeding goats. His hand drops as a smile starts winning the battle to quirk the corner of his lips,  “I didn’t know you were coming.”

[rayofsunshinc]

ASKS ANSWERED

@defectivexfragmented asked: ❛ you're a hot mess ❜ (Bucky, Matt) // from here

Bucky let out a heavy sigh, also an attempt at catching his breath, as he looked down at how disheveled he was. While Matt might not have been able to tell that his clothes were rumpled, he could tell in his breathing, even the light layer of sweat he was covered in, and the copper smell of just a bit of blood (just a slightly split knuckle).

❝Yeah, well ... ❞ He murmured, running his hand through his hair to push it away from his face. ❝Takes one to know one.❞ He replied back, a gentle chuckle leaving him. He crossed the space between them, flesh hand landing on Matt's shoulder to squeeze. ❝When's the last time we've met without one of us being freshly injured?❞

[mistrdctr]

@defectivexfragmented asked: [text] Why are you trending on Twitter? (Steve)

[Text -> Supersoldier guy] Am I?

[Text -> Supersoldier guy] I don't even know how Twitter works. Wait, isn't it called 'X' by now? Doesn't matter. Just never got the hang of it. Too many idiots collected on one single spot. America loves it, though.

[Text -> Supersoldier guy] Oh shit

[Text -> Supersoldier guy] Oh fuck

[Text -> Supersoldier guy] Please don't tell me she posted that one video of me

[Text -> Supersoldier guy] If that's the case: Forget about everything you've seen or I have to come over and use my magic to make you.

[emmatriarchya]

@defectivexfragmented for Clint or Bucky from Emma

"Do tell why you're here, little Avenger."

She didn't feel like reading his mind. She could feel empathetically that he has no aggressive intent towards her, so what was the use of diving into lesser minds?

[frightnightx]

@defectivexfragmented

Jerry couldn't recall much about his human life after centuries like this, but he recalled enough about the attack to know he hadn't been meant to survive it. There was no maker waiting for him when he woke, and he'd had to learn the ropes himself. He wasn't sorry for it. He wasn't particularly prone to sentiment, and it taught him how to survive. It was his best skill. Shame so many humans didn't share it. For whatever reason, certain ones had always been drawn to his kind. Curiosity maybe, or simply a fascination with darkness, with death. He couldn't say for sure what this one was, but Jerry was a predator. He knew when he was being hunted.

Or followed, at any rate. He'd slipped into the club to see whether his human tail would follow, and he could admit to some curiosity on his side too. It wasn't just any human who could spot what he was or keep up with him. The other man didn't smell like a killer. There was no blood on him, no fear, both scents that lingered. Jerry had eaten enough serial killers to know the signs. (What? It was more entertaining to hunt monsters than victims when he felt like a challenge.) He was something though, and something was interesting. He did not want to catch the interest of something like Jerry.

He'd melted into the crowd of humans, senses alert for one in particular. He could hear every swish of fabric, every panting breath, every skitter of an insect in the walls over the pulsing music, the lights painting the room a vibrant, gory red. His favorite color. Every human in the place had a scent he could pick out and follow like a thread marking his way until he found the one he wanted. Closer than he'd expected. Did he know how close he was? Intrigued in spite of himself, he drifted closer, moving like water through the crowded dance floor until he'd appeared behind him almost like magic, breath by his ear. "You're playing with fire."

[snkts]

Steve and Bucky

Send two names and my muse will say which they’d rather kiss. || ACCEPTING

"Steve. Buck doesn't need any more metal in him and neither do I."

[watsonjackpot]

+ @defectivexfragmented I Continued from here ( X )

+ " Is there ? Because LAST I checked , those were the SAME THINGS ! " It was never her INTENTION to trivialize the way he WORRIED . Truth be told, there had been more than a FEW situations where she herself had PUT herself right in the midst of the ACTION , and the DANGER that went hand-in-hand along with it .Through it all, it had been her CHOICE ; one that she had REAFFIRMED her decision upon again and again.

Give her the OPPORTUNITY, and Mary Jane Parker would make the same choice AGAIN and AGAIN without change .

She just HATED that clearly they were too STUBBORN to give an inch of ground to the other, from her VIEWPOINT . " You listen here, MISTER . No matter WHAT the world has thrown at us, we've made it WORK . How many times have I PATCHED up wounds or ran DECOY for someone getting too close ? I MADE my choice . I've made that same choice EVERY DAY . And I'll be DAMNED if I CHANGE my mind now . Not for YOU , or ANYONE ! "