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Paris - A miniseries Jamie Tartt x F/Reader
Hi, babies I was inspired to write this mini-series because honestly, I was looking for Jamie Tartt smut and couldn't find any I was desperate. Then saw this post by @yungbludz expressing exactly how I felt. So took matters into my own hands. This is one of 3 installments leading up to you guessed it smut! Jamie Tartt, baby girl I’m sorry for what I’m gonna put you through in this series. I love you I promise.
PARIS - CHAPTER 1 (DID YOU SEE THE PHOTOS?)
Warnings for this chapter: So many swear words I’m sorry I belong on a sailors ship with my mouth most of the time, Adultery!, honestly dickhead boyfriend, I DON’T THINK THE READER SHOULD BE FEELING THIS OKAY SHE’S BEEN MANIPULATED INTO FEELING THIS! Rugby players? The sun. The media. Jack Grealish (yep he gets his own warning), talking of sex. No use of name or y/n. *Iain Stirling impression* A relationship hits the rocks.
Context: Okay so the reader is currently dating Sebastian Love a fake rugby player I’ve made. Very much inspired by that episode of Ted Lasso where Keeley and Ted have that article scare. Also, any political stances are jokes. This chapter is really short sorry. Seb is a dick.
"What the fuck?!" Sebastian yells as he slams our front door open, okay mate we get it you're a rugby player but please don't break the only entrance to our home. This could be a reaction to a bad practice or something has gone down, either way, this will come back onto me and will not end pretty.
"You alright?" I ask as he storms into the room to stand directly facing me with only the crappy coffee-stained table separating us. Stupid question, regretted asking it almost instantly but words are said and you can't rewrite them just because later on you wish it'd been something different. His eyes are so big and bright right now and not in like the way they usually are, almost doll-like in nature little shimmer, no now there was no little shimmer, no light to be seen at all in those soulless eyes.
"You tell me. Huh? Tell me all about your new little boyfriend." His fucking teammates I swear to god they know not to wind him up it will end badly and he’ll believe it.
"What’s happened, Seb? Tell me. You can’t come in here yelling at me, accusing me of cheating so use your words. Who would I possibly be cheating on you with?” God, I sound a bit patronising, he is a grown man, not a child.
“Okay gonna play dumb then? Let me give you a hint. Footballer, messy hair, talks like a twat.” He counts these adjectives on his fingers. Oh, surely he’s not talking about.
“I ain’t fucking Jack Grealish!” Ain’t even met the man, he is on the list though, gotta thing for footballers who I’ll never have a chance with.
“Jamie Tartt,” I BEG YOUR PARDON? Oh god, he knows I don’t know how he knows but he knows that Jamie tried to kiss me 3 months ago. I’m gonna die alone this is him breaking it off, he’s only just moved in 2 weeks ago.
“I ain’t fucking him either! You need to stop listening to guys on your team y’know they’re doing it to wind you up.”
“Explain this then.” He dramatically slams down a newspaper with the front page displaying the headline ‘SEBASTIAN'S LOVE NOW JAMIE’S TARTT’ This is the Sun. Aka one of the most biased shithole of a paper. I say these exact words to him. “Oh so you’re calling me stupid now are you?” I don’t like this. This isn’t a comfortable feeling. I want him to leave. “You gonna say anything bitch?”
“Get out.” My voice is barely above a whisper.
“What?” His voice is the polar opposite of mine, ear drum bursting, heartbreaking.
"I said get out. If you want to choose to believe this newspaper instead of your actual girlfriend then I choose to kick you out."
"But I live here." Hah, not for long.
"For like 2 weeks, you haven't even got to help out with rent yet so really you have no jurisdiction here" Big word for me. "So get out or I won't hesitate to call the sun up and say so much worse." I redact my comment earlier he is a child as he storms out with a pout on his face and a huff. "I'll drop your stuff off on Friday." A little wave goodbye and a door slam later and I am on the sofa shell shocked.
He was a dick. Like damn, I stayed with him for 2 and a half years and he's only just moved in? That was a red flag. I just feel stupid for delaying it this long and letting this be the final straw.
Tonight. Who needs a man when I can read porn and drink wine.
6 glasses of wine and a message from Jamie Tartt reading ‘Drinks tonight?’ later and well you’ll have to wait to hear the rest.
A/N:
Holy crap I did it, I know its short but this is just a buildup to the good shit. And what fanfic of mine would it be if it didn’t relate just the tiniest bit back to Taylor Swift. Well I hope to see you again when I update next which will hopefully be Friday! Glad you read. If you have any critics or stuff you think would be cool to add either comment of dm me I want as many minds on this as possible.
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I need 3-5 business days away from anyone please
Bob and mommy 😏
@sylviebell thanks for the ask! It’s not what you think it’s going to be…everyone have your tissues ready!
Here Comes the Sun
Written for my 100 celly!
Pairing: Robert Floyd x wife reader
Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, terminal illness, typos likely (written in my notes app), seriously have tissues ready (I cried writing this)
One of the best parts of Bob Floyd’s day was picking up his daughter from school. Listening to all the tidbits the kindergartener learned, the playground drama, what Miss K brought in for snack that day. He loved how her eyes twinkled, just like her momma’s when she really got going about something.
But after he dismissed his own class, he turned on his phone to see a text from Fanboy’s fiancé, who taught second grade across the hall from Miss K.
Bad day. Have the CD ready.
His heart sank, wondering what could’ve gone wrong. His little sweetpea was the line leader that day and she was so excited when her pappy Mav took her to school that morning.
Bob drummed his fingers against the steering wheel of his old truck. His lip was chewed raw on the short drive from the base. He watched as a sea of grade schoolers rushed from the doors; many of them ran with large pink cards to their loved ones. He closed his eyes and sighed. Mother’s Day was on Sunday. He felt his shoulders sag as he slipped out from his truck. They had an extra stop to make on their way home. He brushed the gold band on his left hand subconsciously.
He watched as Miss K chased after one of the boys in her class, wondering where his little trouble maker was. But as soon as he started to panic, the future Mrs. Garcia walked out with her on her hip.
“There’s my sweetpea,” he said with a smile.
Her arms untethered quickly, reaching out for him. His heart skipped a beat at these moments. He tried to sear them into his memory, knowing she wouldn’t always want his affection.
“Hi sweetpea,” he whispered as she buried herself in his neck.
“Thank you,” he mouthed, ignoring the sad look in the teacher’s eyes.
“What’d you do today, honey?” He had her in her carseat quickly.
“We made stupid cards,” his six year old hissed.
“Oh sweetpea,” he sighed. He felt so deflated. Neither of you wanted her to hate Mother’s Day. He pulled away from the curb, stealing glances at her through the rearview mirror.
He turned up the volume on the CD the two of you had made for her. The opening chords of “Here Comes the Sun” filled the cab, tearing a hole in his heart. You’d recorded a few songs on the guitar for your daughter to have. There were others on it, but this song was your favorite. Your mom always sang it to you and Bob knew how important it was that you sang it to your daughter.
“Daddy, why do all the other kids have mommies and I don’t?” She finally huffed from the backseat.
Bob couldn’t help but smile at her pout. She looked just like her momma.
“But you do have a mommy, sweetpea,” he said gently. “That’s her singing the sun song.”
“But why can’t I see her, daddy?” She whined. “It’s not fair.”
“Honey,” he sighed. “Mommy was sick, remember?”
He watched as a single tear slipped down her sweet innocent cheek. His heart broke at the sight.
He cleared his throat. “Did you make Grammy Penny and Aunty Tash cards?”
He turned down the small access road he knew like the back of his hand. His eyes flitted back to his daughter when she didn’t say anything.
“I made a card for Mommy,” she whispered.
That broke him.
Thankfully the drive to the cemetery wasn’t very long. He pulled off the road once he reached the right marker. Sobs wracked his body, tears falling faster and faster. When you promised him he would be a great father, even after you were gone, he never anticipated conversations like these. He thought the two of you had a lifetime when you first met, but it was a short one. When they told you the cancer had come back after they ran some prenatal bloodwork, he assumed there was something they could do. But you were stubborn. You didn’t trust the options they were giving you, not when you had a little miracle growing in your belly. You both agreed kids were not on the agenda, especially with your medical history, but your sweetpea had other plans. So you chose to protect your little surprise over yourself. The most selfless choice of all. You spent countless nights trying to get him ready for a life without you, a life with her. Those nine months were both joyous and dismally upsetting for him. He would have a piece of you forever, but his life with you was coming to an end.
“Daddy?” His daughter asked cautiously from her carseat.
“Yes, sweetpea?” He sniffled.
“Pappy Mav says it’s okay to miss her,” she said softly. “And Unky Birdy and Unky Hangy tell me to sing the sun song when I really miss her.”
As if on cue, your sweet voice came out from the speakers telling him it was alright. Your little angel started singing along from the backseat. He was crying even harder.
When his tears slowed, Bob turned to the back seat. Sweetpea was smiling, nose crinkled just like yours. The instant he unclasped her seatbelt she was climbing from the back and into his lap. She wiped away some stray tears from his cheeks.
“Let me see this card,” he sniffled.
It was a card-stock heart with three figures on it. Here comes the sun, written on the top.
“That’s you,” she explained. “That’s me.” She paused. “And that’s mommy.” She pointed to the stick figure with wings.
He kissed the top of her strawberry blonde locks, squeezing her tight.
“She’s going to love it,” he beamed. “Want to go give it to her?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, simply killing the engine before maneuvering the two of them out of the truck. He focused on his daughter as he walked through the rows of headstones. He could make his way to you in the dead of night if he needed to. You still had a pull on him like no one else.
“Daddy, will I get a new mommy?” His daughter asked.
“No, honey,” he chuckled. You told him to be happy and if that meant moving on, so be it. But no one could ever make him as happy as you did. “Mommy was the only one for me and that’s okay.” He paused at the last headstone in the row. You were close to a big tree with a bench. He used to come out and watch the ocean from that bench, wanting to be close to you.
“Give Mommy your card, sweetpea,” he encouraged, kneeling down.
“I love you, Mommy,” she cooed before placing a soft kiss on the cool marble. She turned to him, lip pouting. “Can I go sit on the bench?”
He chuckled, nodding.
“Just stay where I can see you, please,” he instructed.
He watched until she was firmly planted on the bench before he turned back to you. Tears pooling in his eyes again as he traced the letters of your name. He let his left hand rest on the cool marble, his ring sparking in the sun.
“I know I’m early for date night darlin’,” he teased, “but she had a bad day.”
He stole another quick glance at your mini-me.
“She’s so much like you,” he laughed. “She has your eyes, your hair. She even has your stubborn attitude.” He paused, shaking his head. “She has those guitar lessons on Monday. I’m hoping she likes it. Maybe she can use your mom’s guitar just like you did.” He wiped at the teats falling down his cheeks. “I miss you so much, darlin’. I love you with all my heart and so does our little sweetpea. I wish you would’ve gotten more than a month with her. I wish you could see her now. See how much she has your uncle Mav and the squad wrapped around her finger. See how she’s changing.” He looked up to see her chasing a butterfly, a small smile filling his lips. “She sang your song to me today…told me she sings it when she really misses you.” He sucked in a harsh breath. “I hope I’m raising her right. Hope you’re proud of us, wherever you are.”
“Daddy,” his little girl cried.
He looked up to see that the butterfly had landed on her nose.
“We’ll be back soon, momma,” he whispered, resting his forehead on your headstone. “I think we’re going to have your favorite for dinner.” He closed his eyes, smiling. “I love you,” he whispered before standing.
The butterfly was still perched on his sweetpea’s nose and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was you.
“What do you say to cinnamon rolls for dinner?” He asked sitting next to her.
“Like Mommy made?” She asked excitedly.
“Of course,” he smiled.
She grabbed his hand, tugging harshly. She lead them back to your headstone, pausing to pat your name once before dragging him towards the truck.
He didn’t realize he had begun humming somewhere between the tree and the truck, but all he could hear was your beautiful voice in his ear singing “Here Comes the Sun.”
Tagging anyone who might be interested: @xcastawayherosx @bobfloydsbabe @blue-aconite @ereardon @sebsxphia @seresinhangmanjake @a-reader-and-a-writer @yanna-banana
A/n: This one goes out to anyone else with the big C 😘
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Thank you internet sex bots for getting me to 50 followers. I don’t want to sleep with you, but I honour you with this post.
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Agreed.
Spencer reid is so hot like y’all-
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Check out this adorable blurb written by this amazing author ❤️
Happy almost birthday my darling,
Here’s my idea for a hangman blurb…
Jake remembering Jas’ coffee order after hearing it once. Just stops off at a local coffee shop and immediately thinks of her and gets her exact order just to make her happy. It makes my heart swell thinking that he subconsciously just knows what to do to make her, her.
❤️ - Leah
Leah, hi! First, thank you for the birthday wish and for participating in blurb night. This prompt is perfect for Jas and Jake, and I sincerely hope you love it!
morning coffee
SUMMARY: Jake stops by Jas' office with coffee.
WARNINGS: None. It's pure fluff.
WORD COUNT: ~0.6k
It was the early morning hours before the Californian heat truly set in when Jake stepped into the small local coffee shop, hidden on a narrow side street away from the busy main road.
“Lieutenant Seresin,” Diane, the elderly owner who always smiled and wore bright pink lipstick, greeted when she saw him.
“It’s Jake to you, ma’am,” he replied, offering her his most dashing smile.
She laughed. “Such a charmer,” she commented, and took half a step through the doorway to the back to shout for her granddaughter to make coffee. Diane didn’t know how to work the espresso machine.
“Morning, Beth,” he said when the young woman came to the front, looking like she’d pulled three all-nighters in a row. She probably did.
She nodded in greeting. “Your usual?”
“Yes,” he said, glancing at the pastries lining the display. The entire shop smelt like melted butter, vanilla, and fresh coffee, making his mouth water. “Can I get a hazelnut cappuccino as well, please?”
Beth hummed her acknowledgement while Diane raised a brow. “For someone special?”
Jake laughed, his mind wandering back to the bed he’d left two hours earlier; a sea of unruly auburn hair splashed across the white sheets. “That’s one way to put it.”
Diane hummed, fixing him with a skeptical glance, but remained silent. She disappeared into the back at the sound of a timer, likely to take out a batch of croissants he would sometimes indulge in, but not today. He needed to go back to base.
Beth came to the counter with two to-go cups in her hands, one with HC on the side, so he knew which was which. “Here you go,” she said and handed them over. “Your girl has a great coffee order.”
Jake laughed again, placing a few bills on the counter before accepting the cups and taking a small sip of his. “She’s not my girl,” he protested. “But thank you. Keep the change and tell your Gran I said bye.”
“You got it.”
Jake arrived back on base, heading straight for the infirmary where he knew Jas was on her first hour of the day shift. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and immediately spotted Jas coming out of her office with her nose buried in a folder of hard-copy records. As he approached, the head nurse clocked him.
“Your boy toy’s here,” she said, accepting the folder from Jas whose brows furrowed. Jas turned her head and audibly groaned upon seeing him, eyes disappearing into the back of her head for a moment.
“Morning, Doc,” he greeted, then turned his attention to the head nurse, who leveled him with skeptical eyes. “Martha.”
She grumbled her reply before getting up and walking away, likely to check on patients or some other task he wasn’t privy to.
He turned his attention back to Jas, whose hair was tied in a tight Navy-standard bun at the nape of her neck, clad in dark blue scrubs, and her white lap coat with her name on it. Under the fluorescent lights, her blue eyes looked almost electric.
“What are you doing here, Seresin?”
“To give you this,” he said, offering the cup in his left hand.
She accepted it with narrowed eyes, but raised it to her lips and took a sip. He watched surprise and shock overtake her features as she lowered the cup and looked from it to him.
“How did you know my coffee order?”
He shrugged. “You told Bob a couple of weeks ago.”
Jas took another sip, still looking like she didn’t believe him. “And you remembered?”
Jake snorted and sipped his own coffee, offering Jas a wide grin. “It’s not a complicated order,” he said and tapped his cup against hers. “See you later, Doc.”
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Why haven’t I seen any dagger squad during the World Cup fics? Maybe I’ll just have to write it myself. Even better dagger squad x British reader to commemorate the recent UK vs US game. Hmmmm…
#topgun#dagger squad#top gun x reader#top gun maverick#dagger squad x reader#dagger squad x you#Bob floyd x reader#hangman x reader#bradley bradshaw x reader#Phoenix x reader#mickey fanboy garcia#payback#coyote#maverick
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I agree.
Bob Floyd.
That's it.
That's the post.
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I want to treat him so nicely! And I want him to treat me like the bitch I am!
Nobody
Bob
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I plead guilty to all these crimes and am the only one who committed them. I do however ask for several conjugal visits a month.
Questioning how the dagger squad would get arrested.
Bob - Murdering a family of three (It's always the quiet ones)
Rooster - Speeding (He lives a cars one and three life on the daily)
Phoenix - Arson (Now this makes sense)
Hangman - probably a bar fight or something, stabbing someone in the eye with a toothpick sounds like something he would do also.
Fanboy - Tax evasion
Coyote - Breaking out hangman from prison
Payback - Nothing, he's actually the responsible one.
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This is the cutest thing, from the childhood friends to Hangman being an annoying twat. While you were sleeping is my mums favourite 90s rom com and she has the biggest crush on Bill Pullman. Apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, cos now I have the fattest crush on his son!
Something Out of a 90’s Rom Com
Hi All! Sometime in the last couple of week I made it past 500 followers! A big thanks to all of you who are reading, liking, commenting and reposting my fics! It means the world to me that you enjoy them so thank you!
So here we are back with another Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader
Based on Bob’s love for love and 90’s rom coms (a little nod to Lewis’s dad Bill). It’s a bit unbelievable and stupid but aren’t all of those movies!
I was tagged in @jostystyles top tracks writing challenge to celebrate 2.6K. Congrats! My prompt was “I’m in love, accidently in love” from Accidently in love by the Counting Crows.
No real warnings I don’t think. A bit of swearing, ejection from a jet and just pure fluffy goodness!
Here’s my masterlist if you want to read other things I write!
I hope you enjoy xox
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I aint worried comes onto the car speakers
bf (without missing a beat or looking over): stop thinking of semi naked guys
me: ho-
bf: stop thinking of semi naked glen fucking powell
💀💀💀💀
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Fucks sake! FIRST IT WAS THE GUINEA PIG NOW WALLE?!
they’re the same.
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seven evil exes
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
frank castle x reader, matt murdock x reader, druig x reader, tony stark x reader, loki x reader, pietro maximoff x reader, doctor strange x reader
synopsis: natasha opened a can of worms asking about your past relationships..
warnings: smut, angst, fluff, literally everything
reunited
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
natasha folded your clothes as you hung up your shirts. “so you broke up with stephen?” you nodded, “he was so caught up into the whole ‘im a wizard and i have to lay my life down for this old ass building’ thing that it just reminded me too much of someone i once knew, that i just knew i had to end it.” you chuckled slightly and natasha perked up.
“who?” she questioned, setting a pair of your running shorts down.
you turned, unaware of what you had done, “huh?” you moved another shirt into the closet, organizing it by color.
“don’t play dumb with me, y/n.” natasha now had her arms folded across her chest and a stern, motherly look plastered on her face.
“okay! okay! before i dated stephen, i was dating a lawyer from hell’s kitchen who broke up with me, actually, because he was more dedicated to his vigilante alter ego and-“
natasha snorted, “you dated daredevil?”
you pursed your lips, “pretty much.”
natasha laughed, “you have a thing for heroes, don’t you?”
you closed your closet door and moved to sit on the bed, “i dated a few anti-heroes.”
“a few?!” natasha shrieked and you jumped, startled.
“i need you to start from the beginning.” natasha was sitting at the foot of your bed, snacks poured into bowls as she prepared herself for a long night of your rehashing of relationships.
“i dated loki for two years.”
natasha rolled her eyes, “as if anyone can forget.”
you rolled your eyes, and continued, “he was amazing. in the beginning..” your gaze darkened, “he was just so hellbent on taking over the earth and i had just started my second year in college so obviously i didn’t want him to blow up the earth!” nat nodded intently, “it was an okay relationship, definitely not my favorite just because he was kind of toxic and i was really just trying to finish college. but spring break in asgard is still unbeat and that’s the truth.”
“darling..” loki muttered as he touched your skin, the servants were preparing your bath as the water ran in the background. “you have got to get up..i have a surprise planned for you!” he nudged you roughly and you sprung up, angry of the elbows to your ribs. you followed loki as he opened the bathroom door to show an abundance of blood red rubies in the tub, awaiting you.
the memory faded from natasha’s head and you sat back on your heels, grabbing a chip from the bowl. the feeling you felt overwhelmed natasha, the love and the yearn for loki you had felt those years.
“i love that you can do that!” natasha yelled.
you smiled, “it really is fun, isn’t it?”
natasha waved her hand, “who’s next?” she looked eager to hear the rest of your ex boyfriend stories, her feet were tapping the bedroom floor as she hung off the bed.
you fiddled your fingers, “this one was a secret so you can’t get mad or tell wanda but-“
natasha gasped, a hand going over her mouth, “no! you did not-“
you twisted your face as a rush of emotions hit you, “yeah.. i did. but we realized we were better off as friends than partners.”
natasha nodded, “pietro maximoff..” she chewed a chip, “no wonder he’s always flirting with you, he’s seen the goods and he wants more.”
you shrugged, “its just playful flirting but pretty much.” you lied, knowing damn well pietro was more than just ‘playful flirting’.
“fuck!” your nails dug into pietro’s back as he thrusted into you. his gaze was deep into your eyes as you felt your orgasm approaching.
“you can do it for me, draga..” he cooed, his hand working your clit furiously. “cum for me one more time..”
natasha snapped back to reality, her face a flurry of emotions, mostly anger, but she composed herself, a small smile on her lips, “that was…”
you stifled a laugh, “i know..”
“oh my god..” nat spoke slowly, she chewed on her bottom lip and she thought back to it.
“i know!” you practically squealed in response.
“after that couple months of being a fucktoy for wanda’s brother- i met this man when i was vacationing in brazil. he was peculiar, and even more so when he was aware of my powers without me ever telling him.” natasha gave a small gasp, but you continued, “but it turns out he too had powers and so it wasn’t that bad. but it got weird when i found out he had some estranged mystical family and he had abducted people to start a cult because he ‘hated war’ but didn’t see anything wrong with kidnapping-“ natasha laughed and you laughed too, remembering how crazy it was as you summarized it. “i was with him for two years..” you trailed off as the memory flickered in natasha’s head.
“druig!” you ran to his house as the townspeople started to fight over you, some wanted to take you swimming and the others wanted you to paint with them. you never thought you’d be in a situation like this but it was surreal.
“y/n! what’s wrong?” druig ran out as you called for him, and as he saw the bickering of the people, his eyes glowed gold and you stood, not even able to defend them.
“did they hurt you?” anger rose in his voice and you shook your head, “no! i just wanted to-“
he cut you off and brought you into a hug, “it’s okay, i’ll never let them hurt you.”
natasha didn’t like that memory at all. your feelings weren’t anything but fear in his presence, and she shuddered. she didn’t know what to say so she offered a hand of support.
you smiled bitterly, “it was a dark time in my life but i’m past it. now we can move onto the one who started this all!” you clapped your hands together smiling as you reminisced, “matthew michael murdock.. he was a dreamboat, and he was really something special.”
natasha snorted, “was he?”
you nodded, “yes! and im still mad he broke up with me over hell’s kitchen. it’s hell’s kitchen! if it was brooklyn than i would understand cus they really need some help but-“ natasha raised her eyebrow and you scoffed, continuing, “he was catholic, and he refused to kill anyone in his whole daredevil thing. he is blind, he just has heightened senses and blah blah blah- he was great but yeah, kind of boring cus it was always so tug and push with him.”
“don’t do this to me, matthew!” you screamed, you were elbow deep into his side as blood continued to spurt. you tried to stitch him up but as the door was pushed open, an angry foggy nelson looked at you in disbelief.
“what the actual fuck.”
you groaned, “please, matt..” you cried out as you got the blood under control.
“we need to get him to a hospital!” foggy looked at you, and you shook your head, “no! he wouldn’t go.”
the memory stopped abruptly as showing it to natasha left you with a sick feeling of that night.
“i wasn’t much of a nurse but he’s thankful to be alive.” you remarked with a laugh but natasha offered a smile instead of a response.
you moved onto the next, a smile creeping onto your face as you began to discuss your favorite ex, “the punisher was quite literally, a punisher.”
his rough and calloused hands roamed your body as he thrusted into you. the bed was smacking against the wall roughly. your pictures that you had nailed to the wall were shattered on the floor due to the force and your clothes were tattered and ripped on the floor too.
“you belong to me! say it!” he smacked you as his cock twitched inside of you. you clenched around him as you cried out, “i’m only yours! im yours!”
frank laughed, “that’s right. tell me how i can fuck you better than he did.”
you moaned out loudly, your hair being tugged back as frank fucked you harder, “so much better, you fuck me better than matt, frankie.”
natasha scoffed as the memory faded, “you are something else. what the hell was that? and who was that?!”
“frank castle.” you smirked.
“isn’t he supposed to be dead?” natasha whirled on you but you shrugged out your response, “i prefer not to comment.”
natasha rolled her eyes, “and ‘you fuck me better than matt?’ what did they know each other?”
you nodded, “matt was his lawyer and then they became some sort of enemy-vigilante thing, i don’t even know, men.” you gave a sorry excuse for not understanding whatever the two men did but you were aware of their fight over you.
“girl…” natasha chided and you blushed, “whatever!”
“let’s move onto my drunken mistake..” you waved a hand and natasha was taken to a party at the avengers tower from a few years ago.
“you look so fucking hot in that dress..” you heard a familiar tone from the man next to you and you rolled your eyes, “if you want to fuck me, just say that, tony..” tony laughed. “well, of course i want to fuck you but i was worried that’d come off as too strong. but it got my point across, so how’s it sound? me, you, midnight in my bed while i make love to you while we watch family guy?” you laughed and grabbed his hand, “what about now?”
natasha exclaimed, “no! stop! stop here, jesus!” she rubbed her eyes, “god i do not want to see that old man naked, at all..”
you laughed, “he’s actually really fit but i get it.”
natasha sighed, “and how long did that last?”
you pursed your lips, “honestly, probably a few months but i broke it off because he wanted kids and i didn’t want any so..”
natasha nodded, “that’s what you get for dating older men. also, how did i have no idea that happened?”
you shrugged, “i told him not to tell anyone or else i’d hurt him, really bad.”
natasha nodded intently, grabbing another chip, “i have a feeling there’s more?”
“tony had found out about castle and i and he threatened to tell the cops so i had to keep him quiet so i just erased his memory about castle and i also took the opportunity to erase our entire relationship just because he was going to be so annoying about it in the future.”
natasha laughed, “okay so no wonder he hasn’t made any sexual innuendos.”
“anyway.. after that i thought about frank again and when i found out from a few.. people..”
natasha interrupted, “murdock?”
you ignored her, “frank and i rekindled whatever we had and we enjoyed another year of a relationship before i started to realize that the nonstop life of organized crime wasn’t for me. of course i still go when he wants a booty call but i would say that door to a relationship is closed until he can heal his demons.“ you tried to sound nonchalant but natasha could see right through it.
natasha pursed her lips, “jesus, and then you dated stephen right?”
“correct. and no one needs to see that train wreck again so let’s just speed past that.”
nat nodded, “that was fun! interesting taste in men..so who’s next? steve? bucky? thor?”
you rolled your eyes, and a text message flashed on your phone, a text from one of your exes. you glanced at natasha nervously and then back down at your phone, “i need to get this.” you replied and ran out of the bedroom.
reunited
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