Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: The Punisher (TV 2017), Daredevil (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Frank Castle/Karen Page
Characters: Frank Castle, Karen Page, David "Micro" Lieberman, Sarah Lieberman, Zach Lieberman, Leo Lieberman
Additional Tags: Smut, Miscommunication, Food, Insecurity, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post Punisher S1, Holidays, Made-Up Holidays, Alcohol, Oral Sex, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Fingering, Tongue Fucking, Penis In Vagina Sex, Porn with Feelings, safe sex, Kinda, also some less safe sex technically, Punisher season 2 non-compliant, Varying POV, Pi Day, Steak and a Blow Job Day, no betas we die like men, dumb excuse for smut, brief discussions of loss, Innuendo, Suggestive Dialogue, background David Lieberman/Sarah Lieberman - Freeform
Summary:
For the longest time lunch had felt like a push, something she’d guilted him into, practically blackmailed him into with threats of outing him in the paper, or even hunting him down in the middle of whatever he got himself into if he couldn’t agree to a weekly lunch like civil acquaintances. Friends? No word really covered all of what they were to each other…or, at least, what he was to her. What she was to him, she could only guess at, especially now. And that was the problem, wasn’t it? She was tired of guessing. She wanted to know.
Karen hatches a plan to determine how Frank feels about her, once and for all - if they're only friends, or something more. Frank is a little slow on the uptake.
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Thank you for sharing and for the tag, @facewithoutheart!
I have two shorts written for Halloween, and another half-written, but I’ll hold off on sharing more for reasons. I’m particularly excited about the one that has become a collab with the wonderful @erzbethluna! (You truly are a star. It has been so amazing getting to know you, enthusing together and talking about horror literature)
Today @facewithoutheart asked how you celebrate your own success as a writer, and it made me realise that I'm bad at doing so and I should fix that. So, I’ll take a moment to celebrate my most recent success – having the guts to actually post my fic, Accidents Happen. It was the first bit of fic writing I’d shared in 20 years. I was horribly nervous, especially after a couple of snags along the way, and I very nearly resolved to just keep it hidden on my laptop forever. But I plucked up the courage to share it. The experience (and response) has really helped me to keep on being bold.
Here's an excerpt from Accidents Happen. The fic is a Watford-era time loop story, M rated for mild sexual content and some violence (first couple of chapters, largely). This is from chapter three and Simon is trying to get Baz’s help.
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“Let’s say, just for the sake of argument, that you wake up tomorrow and don’t remember that we did this. You just call me a wazzock or whatever, like you usually do. What could I do to convince you that I like this? That I like you like this?”
“Why would I forget?” He’s sliding off my lap. I reach for his shoulder, but he gently shakes me off. His eyes are growing suspicious.
I respect his wish to not be touched, but that doesn’t stop it hurting, “Just… something strange is going on. This is going to sound mad but I keep reliving today. I think my magic did it, somehow. And I’m trying to find a way out.”
He’s staring at me blankly, but at least he’s not cutting me off. It won’t be long, though, and I know I’m never going to convince him, so I focus on the thing that I know is most important, “Have you ever gone rabid?”
“Gone what?”
“Gone rabid.” I swallow. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say, “Baz, something happens to you later today. Something bad. You lose your mind and you bite me, but I know you wouldn’t do that. I need to figure out why and stop it from happening.”
Baz gets to his feet, “You’re unbelievable. Only you would have sex with someone then immediately accuse them of being a vampire.”
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Some pressure-free tags! @johnwgrey @im-gettingby @bookish-bogwitch @artsyunderstudy @erzbethluna @captain-aralias @katmiscellanious @raenestee @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @yeonjunenby @cutestkilla @bucketfishy @castawaypitch @ivelovedhimthroughworse
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if the agrestes weren't rich i think that gabriel would be the normal one. like gabe's problem is that he stopped running into natural limits due to absurd wealth and his obsessive nature led him to develop some kind of god complex where he won't accept that anything is out of his control. I think that if gabe was broke again and just simply couldn't afford to go on an international goose chase for ancient magic artifacts of untold power, if he had to work a 9-5 to live and couldn't just disappear into his basement lair to commit domestic terrorism and say evil monologues to himself, then he would be way more normal. he'd just be some guy. he might even let himself have a mowhawk again. but I think that emilie would be way LESS normal if they weren't rich. like emilie needs so many people to be obsessed with her so much all the time in order for her to function. and gabe would still have his toxic codependent obsession with her, sure, but that wouldn't be nearly enough. emilie has to be at the center of the world's spotlight at all times because she doesn't know how to exist if she's not performing. anyway all this to say I am so certain that if the agrestes were not disgustingly wealthy, emilie agreste would one million percent be running a massive family vlogger youtube channel
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fae!steve who, practically the moment he learns what he can do, sets up a trap curse for his parents. if they ever kick him out and disown him, then the second he exits their threshold he'll take all their luck with him. he'd feel bad about cursing his parents, but the point of a trap curse is that it doesn't activate unless the targets of the curse do something to meet its requirements. if his parents were just good people, good parents, then nothing bad will ever happen to them.
but they really can't seem to help themselves. steve guesses he saw this coming.
he tells eddie about it, when eddie comes to pick him and his one allowed box of clothes and shit from the harrington house. eddie'd offered to curse them, 'might as well make good on my whole evil satanist reputation', but steve told him he already had it covered. told him about the trap. he's never seen eddie look so proud and so sad at the same time.
and sure enough, all good luck leaves the harrington household when steve does. a random irs check reveals harrington sr's years of tax fraud, and his business goes bankrupt trying to pay the fines. someone leaks pictures of one of mrs harringtons senior aides on a drug filled bender in the city, ruining both her campaigns squeaky clean image and her chances at reelection in the fall. several of mr harringtons former secretaries sue for sexual harassment, while seemingly every other woman he's ever come in contact with simultaneously sues for child support.
and steve just watches. he's happy now, living with eddie in a small apartment with their cat and the various small woodland creatures eddie keeps trying to sneak in (so far steve's had to kick out three raccoons, a possum, a skunk, two bats, and a coyote. they've all been very understanding when he's explained the situation to them but eddie still acts like a kicked puppy every time he does it). eddie keeps a little shoebox under their bed with newspaper clippings of every terrible thing to befall the mighty harringtons, says it's in case steve ever wants the reminder that he got one over on them in the end. a reminder that steve's happy and they're not.
steve doesn't need it. he feels it, every time the curse does something to them, something clicking in his chest like one of those alarm clocks with the flaps that flip over from one minute to the next. he wonders if it'll ever feel like too much. if he'll ever think they've been punished enough. they've had a rough couple years, it's sort of only a matter of time before something happens that's unlucky enough to injure or kill them.
steve thinks if he was human, maybe he'd care. maybe he'd look at that shoebox with the guilt eddie seems to be half-expecting every time he brings it out. but he's not, so he doesn't. he set the trap, but his 'parents' are the ones who sprung it.
they really should have known better than to cross a changeling.
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Surprise kisses 😳🌈💕
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Broke: Dr Ratio and Alhaitham would get along
Woke: Dr Ratio and Alhaitham would hate each other for being ‘exceptionally arrogant’
Bespoke: Ruan Mei and Dottore are the real crossover academia duo that we should be talking about
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It is done
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i- uhm . hgnj, hbgnjmkgh bhnjgmkh you. made me wet. im keeping this in the vault forever
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found out while putting together matthias's oc page that his name has the exact same etymology and meaning as theo's name...
i’m sure this is information matthias is very normal about…
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I'M YELLING. I woke up and my brain immediately chose violence. It suddenly went "what if we write Filmania!Kim x BoC!Kim x Chay?" KhimhantKimChay, I guess. It's too early for this, brain. Why are you doing this to me???
Khimhant sees him waiting off to the side when the concert ends. He recognizes the face. Doe-like brown eyes framed by soft, slightly curled bangs. The face is slimmer than the last time he saw it, though. Khimhant gives the boy's body a once over. He's taller now, too.
Something itches under his skin, and before he knows it, he's crossing the room and sidling next to the boy.
"Phoenix's brother?"
"Ah," the surprised yelp makes Khimhant’s blood thrum. "I'm sorry, what?"
Khimhant’s grin widens, teeth on display. "You're Phoenix's brother," he repeats. "I remember seeing you sneak in to watch some of his fights a few years ago."
The sudden flush of red that creeps across the boy's cheeks is captivating.
"Yeah," he laughs sheepishly. "I didn't expect anyone, let alone you, to know anything about that – or me."
Khimhant steps a little closer. "I have a good memory. I didn't know you were a Wik fan, though. I haven't seen you at any of his previous concerts. What's your name? Are you a new fan?"
Khimhant watches the red flush deepen. Interesting.
"No! I – I've loved Wik since his early days! I just haven't been able to get tickets before! This is my first time. Um, My name is Porchay. " Arms flail about awkwardly, and Khimhant feels a little charmed despite himself. He knows Kim would be eating this up if he was here. "But you, uh, you can call me Chay."
"Well, I don't normally share, but," he steps forward again and feels the heat radiating off of the other's chest, and he tilts his head back, slowly, "would you like to come backstage and meet Wik?"
The sharp inhale and dilated pupils are enough of an answer for Khimhant.
He reaches for Chay and wraps his fingers around a surprisingly strong wrist. He tugs Chay along with him in the direction of Kim's dressing room and says, casually, "This is my first time."
"What?"
Khimhant tosses a wide grin over his shoulder at Chay's confused stare. "Sharing my brother."
Chay stumbles and squeaks, and Khimhant suddenly feels the familiar weight of Kim's stare from across the room.
Oh, Khimhant has a good feeling about tonight.
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I’m not ready for Poyt to end😭😩
I’m ngl, I literally JUST finished typing this now and I started crying
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images that make you be normal
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i did indeed come on tumblr today entirely to discuss the new hbomb video and if snyone wants to discuss it w me i encourage it because oh my GOD
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