#elektra natchios drabble

[chvoswxtch]

Champagne Problems (Elektra’s Version): “But you'll find the real thing instead/She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred.”

Maybe she finally sees Matt found his endgame with someone else.

Red or Midnights, please. ✨

this one hurt me a lot. champagne problems is one of my favorite blondie songs ever and it cuts deep every time I listen to it

I also never thought about how fitting it would be for matt & elektra so thank you for requesting this ✨

drabble below the cut

champagne problems (elektra's version)

but you’ll find the real thing instead / she’ll patch up your tapestry that i shred

So this is love. Swallowing the jagged pieces of your own broken heart, lungs filling with viscous misery, left with an infinite gaping void that will never be filled, while you watch the one you love be in love with someone else.

Perhaps this was what she deserved. Elektra had broken Matt’s heart first, afterall; broken him. What she had done…the way she had abandoned him crestfallen…it was too much for even his mandated faith to forgive. She had filled his heart with gilded promises of a future, hoping he would be so blinded by her Midas touch that he wouldn’t notice how fucked in the head she was.

She had run away to the other side of the world to avoid the aftermath of her own natural disaster, and had been too afraid to see how he would recover…if he would recover.

But maybe time does heal all wounds. And after all, ten years is a long time.

Matt looked happy; happier than Elektra had ever seen him. He had a new life now, a good life, and the gold band around his left ring finger was concrete evidence of his commitment to it…to her. She knew he deserved it. After everything he had been through…everything she had put him through…he deserved something good. Someone good.

And he seemed to have found her.

Elektra tried to find peace in knowing that Matt had found his happy ending, even though she knew it meant there was no longer a role for her in his story. She had written herself out ten years ago, and he probably didn’t even remember her now, or her champagne problems.

[mari--lace]

[fluffyprettykitty]

Spring Drabble Sleepover!!!

running from may 14th to may 19th

*time indicates when requests will be accepted, asks will be rolling through according to inspiration and time allowed!

Hello and welcome to me not having written anything since January???? Let's rectify this by celebrating a little as summer might have officially started but true summer doesn't start till late June here!

Onto the main thing now!

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⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided.

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characters:

Sons of Anarchy: Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Jax Teller

Star Wars: Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron

Marvel: Sam Wilson, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes

Triple Frontier: Benny Miller, Will Miller, Santiago Garcia

aus: bakery, book store, celebrity, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbour, stripper, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, titty fucking, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, lactation, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, shopping spree, cinema, coffee.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, repairing things, changing bedsheets, ordering takeout, falling asleep, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

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[nekoannie-chan]

Week 26 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 26 2024 or Week 234, as always, fics will be listed in the order I read them.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 26 2024:

Old Soul - The First Avenger (Steve Rogers) by @l0velyrand0m 💚💙

Go frolicking in a field of flowers (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey ❤️

What could have been(Steve Rogers X Reader) by @jbbarnesandnoble 💙

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly 💙💚

Right Here, Right Now (Stucky) by @drabbles-mc ❤️

Shared desires (Steve Rogers X Reader, Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @veltana ❤️

Pursuit (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @fluffyprettykitty 💙

The assistant part 10 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holylulusworld 💙

Home sweet home chapter 6 (Brock Rumlow X OFC) by @talia-rumlow ❤️

Broken Hearts part 11 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

Again (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckymorelikefuckme ❤️

Dragonfly part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @thezombieprostitute 💙

Broken Hearts part 12 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

The Pantry Affairs (Stucky X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚

Gymnastics (Matt Murdock X Reader X Elektra Natchios) by @fluffyprettykitty ❤️

Beat the Heat (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @e-dubbc11 💚

(She Moves With) Shameless Wonder | 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ussgallifrey 💚

Broken Hearts part 13 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

You Won’t Get Time, part 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader, Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @georgiapeach30513 ❤️

LEGACY ~ 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @just-dreaming-marvel 💚

Oh captain! my captain! (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @stuckyslut8 ❤️

(She Moves With) Shameless Wonder | 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ussgallifrey 💚

You Won’t Get Time, part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader, Johnny Storm X Reader) by @georgiapeach30513 ❤️

LEGACY ~ 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @just-dreaming-marvel 💚

[hughiecampbelle]

Rose Colored Glasses (Elektra Natchios Drabble)

Character/s: Elektra

Word Count: 524

Requested: anon

Word Prompt/s: lace

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @hypsiacrobasiphobia @way-obsessed-5 @melody-of-scream

A/N: I think it turned out better than expected? Maybe I can admit I'm a little happy with it :) I hope you like it love and that I did your request justice! Feedbackis always appreciated 💜

She used to wear lace to bed, with you. Show off and tease because she could, giggling shyly, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, hiding her face with her hands. Those were the times you had together, the ones she watched replay when she looked at the bed, turned on the lamp, stepped in the doorway. The same one she used to pose, grabbing your attention. Now she stopped to watch the scene, like a movie, the kind she knew wouldn't end well. Climb into an empty bed to sleep alone, keeping to her side, remembering how you hated the way she took more than enough of the bed.

Walking into the kitchen she could smell the coffee you made, spilling it on the floor when the mug was too hot, too full, eager to share what you made for her. Dirty dishes and utensils rest in the sink, the remains of the breakfast you were almost done making. The smoke alarm would go off any second. She knew what you were going to do before it even happened. Spill. Alarm. Smile. Spill. Alarm. Smile. She hated seeing all this again, especially when reality wasn't as kind, less forgiving. The sun that stretched beyond your figure replaced by rain. The dirty dish pile was higher and completely her fault. No coffee, no breakfast, nothing had been made that wasn't by microwave in months.

Every trip the bathroom left her feeling hollow. She used to pick fights over all the soaps and products you had. It cluttered the sink, the tub, any available surface. She was constantly knocking things over and bumping into them just to wash her hands. You thought it was funny, amusing. No matter how much you rearranged all your things, putting them away in closets and drawers she still found a way to bump into it. Too clumsy to live with, you playfully responded with. Now it looked too empty, as if there was nothing there. No color, no clutter, the place left barren and stsrving. Malnourished. She wished, just one more time, she could elbow another bottle. Just once.

When she looked at the home you used to share she chose to see the good times, all the best days you had together. There weren't many, a rocky relationship built on arguments and trust issues, accusations and hurt feelings. You were two passionate, vocal people. It was never meant to be, even your closest friends warning you from the beginning. These kinds of things just didn't work out, not a lot did. Your nights were full of screaming fits and slamming doors. She had to hold on tightly to the times you both smiled because if she didn't it would be lost within all the bad. Your neighbors were hrstrful you'd finally called it all of, taking your things and leaving. It put her into shock. So sudden, so quick, you knew how to rip off a bandaid. Elektra hasn't moved on since. She lives in her pretty little denial, grateful you could at least be there for her in her memories. The lace wouldn't be going to waste.

[cellophaine]

hey! I absolutely love your series lingered affections, I was wondering if you could write something about meating Matt in college; then confessing love for each other. Maybe something dramatic;) Love you work!!<3

I Get Along Without You Very Well

Pairing: College!Matt Murdock x Reader (main focus), College!Matt Murdock x College!Elektra Natchios

Warnings: Very light angst. Reader is lowkey emotionally detached. Matt is lowkey clueless. Time jumps.

Author's Note: I'm very very sorry for the wait! 😭 I hope this would be worth it (?). If not, I really am sorry 🥲

As always, any likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! <3

GIF is not mine

You slumped in the uncomfortable seat, your hand absent-mindedly tapping on the smooth surface of the desk before you. All you wanted was for the class to begin already so it could end faster, which meant you could go back to your dorm and take a fat nap until your friend woke you up for a $5 greasy pizza slice in Harlem. You would argue with her that $5 was too much for a piece, to which she would reply that it was big enough to make the fattest rat in New York hesitate, to which you would counter going all the way to Harlem for a slice of pizza is ridiculous, to which she would deadpan "you're just lazy" which would be true to some extends. You couldn't bother going out on a Friday night after a brutal first week at Columbia. Who knew studying law would be this hard?

You were lost in the fast-forwarding of your night until someone cleared their throat somewhere behind you.

"I'm sorry, is this History and Philosophy of Law class?"

You lifted your gaze towards the giant blackboard at the end of the room, decorated with equally large and flowery letters that said: "Welcome to History and Philosophy of Law!" As if those little rays of sunshine drawn around the course's name magically made the class more interesting, you thought. 

"... yeah. It's pretty obvious, don't you think?"

You turned in your seat, craning your head up to the source of the voice. The rest of your sentence died down to a whisper like water escaping through the drain in a quiet whoosh. You took in the rectangle glass and the more obvious indication of why he could not see the board, a white cane with a red accent at the end.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand. What is obvious?"

You diverted your lingering gaze away from the adorable side part of his hair and the innocent smile accompanying his clueless expression. You shook your head before letting out a sigh, resuming your position as before. Just a little straighter. 

"Never mind. I was being stupid."

You went back to examining the blackboard when he spoke up again.

"Can I sit here with you?"

He pointed to the seat beside you. You shrugged nonchalantly. 

"Yeah, go ahead. Feel free to practice your constitutional right."

That earned a lighthearted chuckle from him, and you found yourself … not disliking the sound. He felt around for the desk next to yours, and you sneaked a glance at him every so often. After settling in, he turned to you, extending a hand with a friendly smile.

"My name is Matt Murdock."

You let out a soft hum in response, making no move to shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Matthew."

His lips flattened in a way you knew was a mix of amusement and faux displeasure.

"It's Matt. What's your name?"

You exhaled softly through your nose, mildly vexed at this stranger's attempt at making small talk with you, or worse, getting to know you. The thought made you shudder. You offered him an evasive answer instead.

"None of your business."

"Nice to meet you, None-of-your-business."

You snorted, too loud for the echo of the classroom, which drew some stares toward the pair of you. You didn't expect him to sass you back, especially in such a prompt manner. You bit back a laugh as the professor asked for everyone's attention and introduced herself. You glanced at him again to see a dopey smile on his face mirroring your own, making him look even more adorable than the side part of his hair. Your heart did a stupid, fluttering thing then. 

After that day, Matt became an unexpected addition to your life. You sat together for every class you shared, and to which the two of you found out later that it was all of them, even the Spanish course. He introduced you to his roommate Foggy, widening your friend circle even though you had no desire to do so. Matt gradually coaxed you out of your shell, and before you knew it, you were hanging out with the duo every week with an occasional drop-in from your friend. You spent many late nights with Matt, with early cups of coffee and catching up meals in between. You took care of each other, which was something that came naturally. At first, you thought it was purely transactional. You did it because you didn't want to owe him a favour. But you slowly came to a realization that Matt did it for anyone he cared about. This tangible string between you became an iron thread, blurring the border between platonic admiration and all-consuming infatuation. You harboured a crush, and it was a little too late when your stubborn self came to accept that. 

Elektra's appearance in Matt's life was like the last nail to your coffin of unrequited feelings. She was a mysterious force, pulling Matt with her. Study sessions were mostly you and Foggy cooping up in the library, and you rarely saw Matt these days. You told Foggy something you never told anyone in one of those hangouts when it was only the two of you. Little did you know, it only tangled the delicate web of sorrow that cast over your fate and Matt's.

It would appear that all it took was lots of alcohol and a convincing argument from Foggy at an end-of-semester celebration for you to drunkenly walked down the hall to Matt's dorm at two in the morning. They haven't made it official, Foggy said with so much conviction. Before going in, he gave you two thumbs up with a grin so bright it made his eyes squint shut. With your cheerleader just outside the door, you gathered courage, walking to his door with little stumbling, as you so proudly recalled. You composed a speech in your head, practicing with a barely-there whisper in the quiet hall. Most students had gone home for Christmas, with some exceptions. 

Before his door, you took a deep breath, knocking with less assurance than you would have liked. He couldn't tell how nervous you were by the way you knocked, could he? All of your wandering thoughts evaporated as Matt opened the door, a flustered look on his face. He didn't have his glasses on, and it allowed you to look at his unsighted eyes. They were focused on a point on your shoulder; the usual vivid hazel was darkened in the dimly lit hallway. The light was off in his room, making you feel even more guilty about disturbing his peace.

His voice called out to you with husky touch to his undertone. Was it sleep? Was it something else?

"What are you doing here? It's very late. Are you okay?"

You adored the way his confusion turned into concern for you in the same breath. 

"Oh! Uhm, yes, I'm fine, as fine as I can be. In my tip-top conditions."

You laughed nervously, internally cringing at your rambling. But you couldn't help yourself.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up. I know that it's late–"

"–that's okay. I was just–"

"–but I just want to tell you something."

You spoke simultaneously; words bounced off each other, woven in a jumble of sound with the message lost in between. You chuckled nervously, and Matt followed.

"Of course. What do you want to tell me?"

You took a deep breath, willing your voice to stay steady.

"I–"

"Matthew, who is it?"

Elektra's unmistakable silky voice rang out from the inside, making the confession die on the tip of your tongue. You forced yourself to swallow it down, burying the words of love with the haste of your shovel with each painful thud in your heart. The thumps in your chest felt like they rattled your ribcage, turning everything else into a soft blur. You blinked back the tears that welled along the rims of your eyes. Like a glass full, you were afraid you would spill and break in front of him. The least you could do was allow yourself the dignity from a faux composure.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

Matt turned his sightless yet curious gaze to you, imploring you to continue. You shaped your lips into a forced smile, hoping it could mask your devastation.

"I just want to wish you a good night. And that I'll see you in class."

He stayed silent; the slight waver in your voice didn't convince him. You knew that because you knew him,

"Are you okay?"

The tenderness of his voice and the way he gently called your name caressed your fragile mind.

"Yeah, yes, I'm fine. I should get out of your hair."

Matt held his hands up, motioning you to wait for him. He went to take his coat off the hook on the wall, speaking out to you.

"I'll take you back to your dorm. You shouldn't be out by yourself this … late." 

By the time he got to the door, you were already walking down the hall with the phantom of Matt's voice calling out your name close behind. 

The Christmas break provided you with a much-needed space so you could coddle your broken heart. You kept in touch with Foggy, and responded to occasional messages with Matt. You tried to keep the contact with him at a minimum, enough not to arouse any suspicion. The break also gave you enough time to develop a foolproof plan to avoid Matt as much as you could. The second semester went on almost seamlessly with your diligent effort to commit to your plan. You came to class just before the lecture started, choosing a seat far away from Matt, and leaving before he could catch up with you. You found excuses not to hang out, study, or do anything in close quarters with them. While Foggy understood why, Matt didn't. Distancing yourself was the only way you knew how to soothe the ache in your chest every time you were struck with the thought of Matt. You knew your feelings would never be reciprocated. You lost your chance.

However, Foggy remained hopeful.

"I know Matt, and I know that he likes you. A lot."

"If he liked me that much, he wouldn't be with Elektra."

You said with resignation. Foggy stayed quiet, musing in the weight of your admission.

"I'm sorry." 

You shrugged nonchalantly as if your action reflected how you truly felt.

"It is what it is. It was my fault for catching feelings."

You reached over the table, patting Foggy's hand.

"I'll be okay. I will get over it."

You never quite did, especially when Matt unexpectedly ambushed you on the way to your dorm.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

And when you kept your lips shut, refusing to provide him with an honest answer, Matt said with a broken edge to his voice.

"I miss my friend."

With a biting bitterness on your tongue, you spoke softly as if that could lessen the blow.

"I wish I could say the same."

More time passed as the last encounter drew a line between you and Matt. A part of you felt relief since you didn't have to find an excuse not to hang out anymore. Still, the other part of you felt guilty for what happened. You could have kept it together and still got to have him in your life. But, from deep down, you knew that you would rather have all of Matt than just bits and pieces you knew couldn't satisfy the bottomless greed when it came to him.

You carried on with your life without him, feeling the emptiness of the space that belonged to him. You finished the first semester better than you anticipated, waltzing into summer with a lightness to your steps. You took a part-time job at a coffee shop, enjoying what the New York summer had to offer. You went to the bookstores, museums, parks and vintage shops. You spent the summer in a comfortable solitude, and you found yourself enjoying it. You found yourself thinking about Matt all the time; not once did his voice fade in your head as you thought it should.

The second year kicked off, and like the last time, you still avoided Matt. It went on until you went back to your dorm after a long day of classes, only to find a sock on the doorknob. You went to the library after getting a measly cold sandwich from a bodega close by with a water bottle before heading to the library. You walked up the stairs, taking turns to the usual spot you took, finding Matt already sitting there, his hand splayed on the open book. You let out a small "oh shit" before walking backwards straight into the bookshelf, letting out a pained whimper at the sudden impact. Matt's head snapped up with a curious look. He called out your name, and you cursed yourself for not running fast enough.

"Sorry, I'll leave now."

Matt stood up almost immediately; the chair scraped back harshly on the marble floor. 

"No! Please, stay here."

You exhaled nervously, slowly backing up with every word you said. 

"That's alright. I don't think it's a good–"

"Please?"

You yielded at his pleading tone. You cursed yourself for giving in so easily as you sat down, pulling out your textbook.

"Just like the good old days, hm?"

Matt said with a bashful air in his tone and face. That drew a soft smile to your face, and you hummed softly in agreement. You cleared your throat after a few moments of silence. 

"How's– Foggy?"

You had intended to ask about Elektra, but you were too much of a coward. Matt had a quizzical look on his face.

"He's fine. I thought you guys keep in touch? That's what he told me."

"Busted."

A brief silence fell over you. It didn't stay that way for longer than a minute as you went for it.

"How is … Elektra?"

You lifted your head from the textbook as Matt didn't answer your question. A hint of hurt embedded itself onto the furrow of his brows, in the slight tilt of his frown. He must know that you were looking as he cleared his throat.

"We broke up a while ago."

You went still at the news. Matt looked like a kicked puppy at this moment, and all you wanted was to pull him in for a hug.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It just wasn't meant to be, you know? I thought she was the one, but she ... proved me wrong."

"I'm sorry. Breakups are never easy."

You ended up talking for the whole night, catching up with what you had missed in the other's life. Around 1 AM, you walked to a diner that opened late, ordering yourself some hot chocolate and food to share. When the conversation winded down, you didn't think twice when you reached across the table, placing your hand on top of his.

"I missed you."

Your heart did a stupid, fluttering thing again when Matt turned his palm up, threading his fingers with yours.

"I missed you, too."

Things started to be the way it was again. Yet, there was something different. You got meaningful, somewhat suggestive looks from Foggy, the way Matt seemed to get flustered around you more and more. You blamed it on the awkwardness when you rekindled your friendship. It could take a while for you to be comfortable around each other again. You could deal with that.

On a cloudy night that turned into the pouring rain, you walked Matt back to his dorm after spending some time at the library. You were soaking wet when you reached the building, and the rain only poured down harder. Matt invited you in for shelter. You shivered at the welcoming warmth of the room, taking in the layout. Foggy's side was a little messy, with no sign of him anywhere. Matt promptly informed you that Foggy was out with Marci, and he wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning. Matt gave you a towel, letting you dry off while he rummaged through his drawer to find a change of clothes for the both of you. On the opposite side of the bed, with your backs turned to each other, you put on his sweatshirt, pulling on the sweatpants that were a little too big on you. You subtly took in a deep breath, smiling at the faint smell of his laundry detergent in the soft material. 

Matt sat on the floor by his bed, and after putting on his clothes, you joined him. You fidgetted with the long sleeves; your thigh almost touched his. You could feel the heat his body radiated at this distance, pulling you towards him. But you stayed put.

After a while, Matt whispered into the space between you.

"What happened to us?"

You knew what he was talking about. It was something you thought would come eventually, and you hoped, when it did, you would be prepared for it. 

Still, you thought this was something you could never prepare for. It wasn't a test. It was a gentle demand of the truth, and it wasn't easy even at that. 

"I just felt like there wasn't any place for me in your life anymore. So I thought it was better to take myself out of the picture."

You picked at a fraction of the truth, for it was the easier part. Matt felt for your hand, clasping it between the warmth of his hands.

"You will always have a place in my life. You will always have my time."

You shook your head.

"No, that will not always be the case, and it's okay. There will be a time when I'm just somebody you knew."

You said matter-of-factly. The grasp of Matt's hands on yours tightened as the desperation in his voice convinced you to think otherwise.

"No, don't say that. You're breaking my heart."

You reached out with your hand, smoothing a few strands of his hair away from his forehead. When you pulled back, your fingers were damp with moisture.

"All broken hearts mend at some point, Matt. They don't stay broken forever. I know that all too well."

"What do you mean? Did something happen?"

You sighed deeply, finally feeling the courage you permitted yourself to let go of what you wanted to say to him that night.

"I loved you, Matt, in a way I knew I shouldn't. Then, Elektra came, and I knew I had lost my chance. I tried to get over you, I ... I tried to cope with my broken heart by staying away."

Matt's hand came up to rest on your jawline, angling your face so you could look at him. His voice was a husky, barely-there whisper, spoke with such raw tenderness that made your heart ache.

"Tell me that I'm not too late. Tell me that you still … love me."

You didn't dare to breathe; the air locked in your chest as you searched for the meaning behind his words.

"What are you saying?"

Matt licked his lips, releasing a slow and nervous sigh.

"I have loved you for so long. It's always been you. I was stupid not to realize that out of fear of losing you if you didn't feel the same. So I accepted that I could never have a chance with you."

Emotions rushed through you, making your head spin. You couldn't quite believe what he was saying. You wanted to cry tears of frustration and let your body sag to the floor with your head on Matt's thighs. Pure exhaustion from secrets, lost time, and misunderstanding caught up to you, rendering you silent. But, underneath it all was this blossoming happiness, growing at a dangerous pace. It spread through your body like wildfire, and you didn't want to put it out. You wanted to bask in the heat, in the feeling of being loved by someone you adored.

Matt brought your hand to his lips, pressing a tender and tentative kiss to your knuckles, soliciting the most important thing –

"Please, tell me, am I too late?"

– the key to his heart ever since the day you met. You closed the distance, whispering in between.

"No, you are not."

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[usaigi]

“When did Stick tell you about the war?” Matt asks Elektra, placing her cup of tea on the coffee table. Elektra was Stick's favorite, obviously, but how long did Stick keep Elektra in the dark.  

“Frankly I’m surprised you never asked.” 

“I did,” he scoffs. “He used to hit me whenever I’d ask questions.”

“So you stopped asking questions?”

“Nah, I just got better at blocking,” Matt presses his lips together, masking his resentment. “Did you? Ask questions, I mean.”

“Oh God no. I was such a teacher’s pet back then. I’d do anything Stick said and if the other masters or student had a problem with it, I’d run to hide behind Stick.” 

“Why?”

“Why would I bite the hand that feeds me?”

[thedevilyk]

heartfixer

elektra natchios x gn! reader

a bit of angst but it’s mainly fluff

possible triggers: light hints to stalking but nothing detailed

word count: 694

you were curled up in a ball on your couch, arms wrapped around your knees. quiet sniffles were the only thing that was heard from your apartment. of course the small noises were barely noticeable but if someone was to really pay attention then they’d be able to notice it for sure. you had just gone through one of the worst breakups. you didn’t think it could get worse from there on out. but of course, it could. just your luck. your ex had somehow managed to find any social media that you had, sending you messages and posting about you constantly, and not in a good way. they felt.. too… close to you.

suddenly, a loud knock pulled you out of your thoughts. the noise causing you to jolt up and out of the ball form you were once in. slowly you made your way towards the door. you wouldn’t admit it, but you were terrified that it might be your ex. but this time, it wasn’t. when you opened the door there stood the one and only elektra natchios. the only person you felt like you could rely on.

her lips were pulled downwards in a frown, reaching an arm out to gently rub up and down your own, like she was trying to comfort you. which was a bit strange since you knew how withdrawn she was from everything and everyone.

“can i uh.. can i come in?” her voice snapped you out of your thoughts to which you nodded. “yeah.. yeah come on in” you said with a forced smile and stepped aside to let her enter your apartment. out of the corner of your eye you could see elektra smile, like genuinely smile. that surprised you a bit although you returned the gesture nonetheless.

you walked over to your couch and sat yourself down again, feeling tears starting to well up along your waterline. you suddenly laughed, wiping at your eyes frantically. “i’m sorry… i’m sure you didn’t come over here just to see me cry.. what do you need?” you asked and tipped your head up towards her. your glossy eyes locking with her worried brown ones.

“you’re right.. i didn’t come over here to see you cry-“ her words shocked you but she held up a hand to show she wasn’t finished. “-but i’m here now, for you.” she said, nodding and sitting down beside you. “what’s wrong, mi amor?” the woman asked, concern quite audibly in her voice.

and thats when you broke, tears finally spilling over your cheeks. when you tried to explain the whole situation your voice only cracked half way through, causing embarrassment to rise up in your chest.

it took a couple of tries but eventually you managed to get the whole story out. and when you did, elektra looked beyond angered. she couldn’t believe someone would do something like that. well, she could. but just not to you. anyone but you.

after your long winded rant you brought your gaze down to your hands which were clasped together tightly. the only sound that could be heard was a mix between your rushed breathing and quiet sniffles here and there. suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you against a chest.

it was elektra. she was hugging you. elektra natchios was hugging you. not the other way around like it normally was. almost immediately you returned the motion, hugging back.

and there the two of you were. she was holding you securely and you were sobbing into her shoulder. you could feel her hand brushing against your back, she was hesitant to do anything to try and comfort you. not knowing if it would work or not.

elektra soon sighed and brought her gaze down to you. “they’re an asshole, you know? i mean, i would never do that to you” she said in a lighthearted tone. that statement brought a smile to your features. “elektra. are you asking me out?” you asked teasingly, her laugh following close behind.

“and what if i was?”

“well, if you were, then i’d say yes”

“perfect, when are you free?”

“right now.”

[babygirl-diaz]

This is purely a self-indulgent fic about two characters (Sam and Elektra) that I love so much. I know they’ll never meet but 🤷🏽‍♀️

…

“Oh… I didn’t think that anyone was up here,” Elektra said as she landed on the roof of some random apartment building. “What are you doing up here, Captain?” Her curiosity got the best of her.

Sam seemed a little startled as he turned around to face her.

Elektra knew the Captain couldn’t recognize her in her Daredevil costume with the devil mask over her head and the scarf wrapped around the rest of her face. Hell, he wouldn’t be able recognize her out of her costume since they’ve never met before.

“I’m visiting a friend here,” Sam replied burrowing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “What’s your excuse?”

“On the roof?” Elektra asked titling her head to the side.

“No, he lives here. And my point still stands… what’s your excuse?”

“Good vantage point. Can hear their calls for help from here,” Elektra replied with a shrug. She moved forward and stood at the edge of the roof to prove her point. “Shouldn’t you be inside with your friend then?” She continued to ask.

“I needed some fresh air,” Sam sighed and turned back to look at the city.

Silence fell between the two of them and Elektra could almost feel that he wanted to say something.

“Have you ever been in love?” He suddenly asked.

The question took Elektra by surprise. “Yes,” but she answered honestly. Silence befell between them again. It was Elektra who broke it this time. “Are you in love with this friend of yours?”

“I don’t know,” Sam replied after a beat. “He just told me he loves me but I don’t know what to say.”

“Because you’re caught up on someone else…”

Sam seemed surprised as he turned his gaze on her.

Elektra made it a point to keep looking at the city.

“How did you know?” Sam asked.

“I heard rumors about you and the former Captain… before his death.” She was careful to add the later part.

“I didn’t know there were rumors about us,” Sam huffed out a humorless laugh.

“My best friend’s a reporter. She is obsessed with you. So I hear about you more than I’d like,” Elektra regretted the moment those words were out of her mouth. She had given away more about herself than she intended to.

“I’m sorry.” Sam sounded anything but apologetic. If anything, he sounded smug.

“So are the rumors true? You and Steve Rogers…”

“Yes, we were together… before his—“ Sam never finished the rest of his sentence.

Out of the corner of her eye, Elektra could see him wiping a tear away.

They went quiet again but Elektra couldn’t help but ask, “So what about this friend of yours, what are you going to tell him?”

“He knows I was in love with Steve. And he’s okay with that,” Sam replied. “He said he just wants to be with me regardless of my baggage.”

Elektra smirked behind her scarf. “You said ‘was.’”

“What?”

“You said ‘I was in love with Steve,’” Elektra explained. “Maybe you’re in love with your Barnes now… just a thought.” She shrugged.

Sam’s eyes widened slightly but then he frowned. “How do you know it’s Bucky?”

“I didn’t. I just took a shot in the dark and landed on a bullseye,” Elektra replied.

Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “So you think I’m in love with Bucky now?”

“I can’t answer that for you,” Elektra replied. “It’s something you’ll have to answer for yourself. But I will say that if you’re starting to talk about Rogers in the past tense than there is a good chance that you’re ready to move on.”

“And here I thought you just knew how to beat up people,” Sam teased her.

Elektra put her hands on her hips and glared at Sam behind her mask. “You don’t know me, Captain.”

“You’re right. I don’t. But that’s because you won’t let anyone get to know you. You like being dark and elusive.”

“We were talking about you, not me,” Elektra huffed.

“No, I think it’s important we talk about you. You leave people half to death. That’s gotta stop,” Sam told her.

“I am not an Avenger,” Elektra reminded him.

“I know you’re not but you have responsibilities. You did the moment you put on that costume and swore to protect the citizens of this city,” Sam reminded her.

Elektra sighed. “If you’re going to lecture me then I’ll just leave.”

“It wasn’t a lecture,” Sam pointed out. “It’s a request.”

“I don’t know if I can honor that request,” Elektra replied.

“I know,” Sam sighed.

Suddenly there was a cry for help which put Elektra on alert. “Sorry, Captain, duty calls. But before I leave, I have to say, you should give Barnes a chance. You might regret it if you don’t.” With that she ran back towards the back of the roof before running forward and jumping off it and letting herself onto the other building.

“You need help?” Sam called out.

“When have I ever?” Elektra asked. “Take care, Captain.” And with that she was gone.

…

Sam went downstairs and hesitated for a second before resolutely knocking on the door.

“There you are, I was getting worried about—“ Before Bucky could finish his sentence, Sam grabbed his face, and pulled him close to kiss him deeply.

Sam pushed Bucky inside the apartment and kept kissing him while kicking the door close with his heel.

They kissed for what seemed like hours before Sam pulled away.

“Wow,” Bucky said, touching his swollen lips with his fingers. “If I knew that going out for air will lead to this then I would have sent you out earlier,” he added.

“I don’t think sending me out there earlier would have produced the same results,” Sam replied.

“What?” Bucky asked, confused.

“Oh, just kiss me already!” Sam demanded with a chuckle and Bucky immediately complied.

[mementomorimthrfckr]

LIVE TARGET PRACTISE

A chat shaped into a script and is to be kept forever. Thanks @gloriousxdarkness 

CHARACTERS are FRANK CASTLE and ELEKTRA NATCHIOS. The SCENE is on a rooftop near HELL’S KITCHEN. Because the only place these characters know to meet up on seems to be rooftops.

-

Previously FRANK had seen pictures of ELEKTRA holding a gun. It sparked something in him. Excited him. Irked him. Provoked him. Spurred the following;

-

FRANK: Is that a gun? Are you into guns now?

FRANK thinks it’s kinda hot, too.

ELEKTRA: I never said I couldn’t use guns. ELEKTRA: I’m best at knives. I’m only spectacular with everything else.

FRANK’S eyes narrows. Would she even know how to aim? He sees how his scepticism offends her. But FRANK’S a SNIPER. He’s thinking that everyone gets the idea that they can handle a gun; that doesn’t mean they can do it well. And he gets to.

ELEKTRA looks like she’s about to shoot him just to prove a point. The communication between them wordless; heated glares and silent disapproval. Zoom in on their eyes.

ELEKTRA is the first to break the silence. Dissatisfaction etched on her face.

ELEKTRA: I can fucking shoot, okay?

FRANK looks unimpressed.  

ELEKTRA: Like it’s hard?

FRANK lifts his eyebrows. He has the audacity or balls, even, to look bored.

ELEKTRA: I’ll fucking shoot you right now.

ELEKTRA’S little rant seemingly has no effect on him. But he secretly loves how he’s gotten to her.

FRANK: Sure, up close is easy.

FRANK continues to challenge her. He pulls out a weapon, because he’s always carrying those? One of his Colts. He loads it and flips it in his palm so he’s holding it by the barrel, offering her the grip. The barrel points down, away from his body.

FRANK: Don’t miss.

To this day FRANK still claims he’s not suicidal. But to the onlooker it looks like a completely different story. The guy has suffered tragedy, alright? It wouldn’t surprise anyone if he was a little suicidal.

ELEKTRA: You’re an idiot.

Everyone knows she’s right. Everyone but FRANK. He shrugs.

ELEKTRA accepts the gun. Determined. Stubborn. FRANK walks a few steps backwards without turning his back on her, giving her space. Up close IS easy after all. ELEKTRA aims. She’s absolutely stunning. Gracious. FRANK appreciates that. A gunshot whips through the air. The sound sharp, uncomfortable. ELEKTRA’S shot clips his ear. It bleeds a little. Will most definitely fuck with his hearing. ELEKTRA’S face is impossible to read, her triumph hidden. FRANK is as stoic as ever.

FRANK (grumbly): Did you miss on purpose?

The idiot, FRANK, still eggs her on. Like come on, man? Do you want to do that when one of the most lethal women in the universe is pointing a gun at you? FRANK think it’s exciting.

ELEKTRA: Do you want me to hurt you?

ELEKTRA is amused and frustrated at the same time, if such a thing is possible. They’re playing this deadly game, that they never seem to tire of, flirting underneath it all.

FRANK (stubbornly): I wanna know if you can shoot.

FRANK wants her close. Close and angry beats away – which was the other option.

ELEKTRA thinks that it is fair and shrugs. Maybe even excited by the prospect. Challenge accepted. She likes challenges; it makes her existence less boring.

ELEKTRA (playfully?): If you want to be my target practise, you better put some Kevlar on, Castle.

There’s a hint of seriousness to ELEKTRA’S tone. She does indeed intend to shoot the mother fucker.

FRANK is wearing layers. T-shirt. Hoodie. One of his three jackets. (Inside joke, yo.) The bullet proof vest with the white graffiti skull a part of THE PUNISHER’S outfit. But he wasn’t being THE PUNISHER tonight. FRANK pulls at his hoodie and t-shirt, showing her his chiselled abs. Without words telling her she’d be hitting flesh. FRANK is ready to deal with the consequence of that.

ELEKTRA play’s it cool, even if she likes what she sees. She cocks her head at him. Get on with it. FRANK pulls the t-shirt and hoodie back down, covering up.

FRANK: I’ll be over there.

FRANK nods towards a building across the street. Bites back a remark about whether she knows how to reload.

FRANK: Try not to miss.

FRANK smirks playfully and winks at her before he jumps onto the fire escape.

ELEKTRA know she’s a good shot. She taps her foot impatiently, waiting for him to appear on the other roof. Not as good as him though. But she’ll make damn sure that FRANK knows that she’s good enough.

END SCENE

[hellsburners]

matt murdock masterlist

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one shots

intoxicated ☆ (gender neutral reader) thin walls ☆ (gender neutral reader) you're my religion ☆ me and the devil ☆ scream his name ☆

poly fics

test drive nothing ☆ w/ peter parker pain and suffering ☆ w/ frank castle strain and torment ☆ w/ elektra natchios

drabbles

matt’s body ☆ mirror sex ☆ handjobs ☆

[chvoswxtch]

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[mari--lace]

Her stitches tore up half an hour ago, but Elektra can’t stop now: she’s too close.

She’ll end this tonight.

[saintmurd0ck]

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MATT MURDOCK

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FRANK CASTLE

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• SERIES

the age of olympus

thinking about...*

untouchable* (in progress) - frankie castiglione is different among the other mob bosses of new york city’s crime families. he’s the most level-headed – sane, even, and that’s all because of you. he’s untouchable if you’re happy… and that makes him dangerous

• ONE-SHOTS

in flagrante delicto*

guilty pleasures*

in perpetual fall, in immeasurable rain*

cherry red*

kiss and don't tell*

all up in smoke*

if the tide takes california

• DRABBLES

home isn't a place

teach you a lesson*

matt and frank in the ACOTAR universe

i've got you, darlin

• EVENT RESPONSES - ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES

siren song* - prompt: 'don’t you know what you’re doing to me?'

no questions asked* - prompt: ‘what if i hurt you?’

push and pull* - prompt: 'you don't have to be gentle with me, i won't break'

death and taxes

• EVENT RESPONSES - HEADCANONS

frank at the local fair

being neighbours with frank

frank painting your nails

FOGGY NELSON

• EVENT RESPONSES - HEADCANONS

'i love you, but you look terrible'

foggy is a freak in the sheets*

KAREN PAGE

• SERIES

the age of olympus

ELEKTRA NATCHIOS

• ONE SHOTS

kiss and don't tell*

[that-wimpy-cowboy-doll]

Abecedarian Drabble Prompts

Hey, friends! I’ve never done this exactly before, but to play with form and flex those writing muscles, I’m starting a prompt list like I’ve seen so many of my talented friends do before!  So if you’re interested, feel free to reach out in my asks for a prompt below.  Drabbles to be posted to AO3.  Ships I’m open to will be under the cut.

After

Asteroid

Again

Blink

Brilliance

Clearly

Contained

Can’t

Define

Dissolve

Dead

Every

End

Especially

Fix

Firm

Great

Genetic

Give

Hold

Hunger

Home

If

Interrupt

Ice

Just

Jerky

Joking

Keychain

Lime

Loop-de-loop

Magnolias

Never

Oval

Pressed

Quartet

Regret

Scented

Staircase

Threshold

Underwater

Unspoken

Violet

Wheat

XOXO

Wheat

Yellow

Yesterday

Zoo

Zombie

Will Write

MCU and Marvel Properties

Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers

Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes

Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson

Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson

Luke Cage/Jessica Jones

Luke Cage/Jessica Jones/Claire Temple

Karen Page/Frank Castle

Darcy Lewis/Karen Page/Frank Castle

Darcy Lewis/Wanda Maximoff

Darcy Lewis/Joaquín Torres

Darcy Lewis/Carol Danvers

Darcy Lewis/Monica Rambeau/Jimmy Woo

Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau

Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton

Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis

Bucky Barnes/Wanda Maximoff

Valkyrie|Brunnhilde/Darcy Lewis

Darcy Lewis/Pietro Maximoff

Darcy Lewis/Matt Murdock

Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios

Frank Castle/Jessica Jones/Karen Page

Steve Rogers/Ava Starr

Valkyrie|Brunnhilde/Carol Danvers

Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop

Nebula/Mantis

Nebula/Kraglin Obfonteri

Penny Dreadful

Vanessa Ives/Ethan Chandler

Vanessa Ives/John Clare

Vanessa Ives/Catriona Hartdegan

Vanessa Ives/Catriona Hartdegan/Ethan Chandler

Brona Croft/Ethan Chandler

Brona Croft/Ethan Chandler/Dorian Gray

Star Wars

Finn/Rey/Poe Dameron

Finn/Rey

Finn/Poe Dameron

Poe Dameron/Rey

Poe Dameron/Kaydel Ko Connix

Rose Tico/Kaydel Ko Connix

Rose Tico/Jannah

Fennec Shand/Cobb Vanth

Fennec Shand/Bo-Katan Kryze

Fennec Shand/Bo-Katan Kryze/Cobb Vanth

Din Djarin/Omera

Stranger Things

Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley/Vickie

Lucas Sinclair/Max Mayfield

Will Byers/A Nice Day or Cute DM

Clerks/Askewniverse

Randal Graves/Gemma Martinez (OC)

Gwen Turner/Dante Hicks

Becky Scott/Dante Hicks

Crossover

Darcy Lewis (MCU)/Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Darcy Lewis (MCU)/Victor Frankenstein (Penny Dreadful)

Darcy Lewis (MCU)/Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Jane Foster (MCU)/Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Darcy Lewis (MCU)/Johanna Constantine (The Sandman)

[fadedtoblue]

the devil and the sky.  (can one ever really touch the other?)

inspired by the beautiful words of @carry-the-sky