Daw And Her Beautiful Mind Part 2

Do you know how fucked up your team has to be for Bucky Barnes to be the most stable member

i know what this situation needs…explicit fanfiction

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When I was “I want him” about a male character im not saying I wanna fuck him. I want him like a spoiled little girl wants a pony, I want to him so I can put him on my shelf for safekeeping, I want him like a good hearty stew on a winter’s evening, I want to put him in a jar and shake it.

oh no a sassy character with a sad backstory that acts tough but is actually in a lot of emotional pain and is just as soft as a teddy bear oh no haha.........kiss mw

Here for one ship. The greatest slow burn of the mcu.

If you ship kastle, please like. Looking for moots

frank castle be like: 🥺🥺🥺 you asked me for a favour karen 🥺🥺🥺 and i did it 🥺🥺🥺 for you 🥺🥺🥺

THE ACCOUNTANT 2 ‧ 2025

haven't done my work but i did draw myself not doing my work. and the specter. not sure how this helps

End of Watch

Pt. 5 in my Frank Castle: Cat Whisperer series 🫶🏻

Karen’s in the kitchen, making one of Frank’s favorite meals for no reason other than she wants to.

Six pounds of orange fluff is asleep on the sofa.

Music floats softly through the golden-hour-drenched apartment.

And Frank is at the kitchen table cleaning his Kimber Custom II.

He thinks he could get used to this.

His brain does a stutter step at the notion, and he waits for the panic to set in. But it doesn’t. He’s perfectly calm, and he realizes that he really could get used to this. Maybe he already has.

He smiles to himself and drops his attention back to the gun in his hand, disassembling it with practiced ease and laying the pieces on a towel Karen let him ruin weeks ago. Cleaning his weapons is as close to meditation as Frank usually gets, but he’s on autopilot now, more aware of the woman across the room than anything else.

As Frank works, he tracks the way her body moves while she stirs the sauce on the stove, the slight sway of her hips, the way her throat bobs when she sips her wine, the soft tone of her voice as she sings along with the Bon Iver songs Frank only knows because she plays them for him.

Karen pauses mid-stir to look over her shoulder at him and smiles. It’s bright and a little bashful, and the pink tinge creeping up her neck and into her cheeks makes him feel flush all of a sudden.

Fuck, he’ll never get over how goddamn beautiful she is.