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@illestrin knows me so well xD

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illestrin replied to your post “So I really really wanted to write at least 3 things for Fratt Week ...”

Can I blame random insurance guy???

OMg random insurance guy was the wordst

He didn’t leave until 10pm! 

Ugh

Blame him and my fucking pdoc (ex-pdoc I am *never* seeing her again if I can help it) 

And my parents

And america’s shitty health insurance 

But mostly it’s my brain’s fault for being so glitchy 

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Just thought I’d share the little notification thingy I made for @illestrin to use for my text alert. 

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illestrin replied to your post “SOMEONE SEND ME PROMPTS!!! I’m watching season 2 to find a Fratt line...”

Matt has a cold and it fucks with his senses?

For you! 

Matt knew he was in trouble the moment the thug’s fist hit him across the jaw.

Matt kept his body in peak performance. Did all he could to make himself strong enough to fend off any attack. But it was always the tiniest ones that snuck through his defenses and got the better of him. You could train every muscle and take all the vitamins in the world but everyone eventually comes down with a cold that takes the floor right out from under them.

He shouldn’t have gone out. He knew he shouldn’t have. But his ability to give in to self-delusion was far stronger than any enemy he’d ever faced. So he had gone out. And now his head was spinning and his chest was tight. And he was about to get his ass beat by some thugs that he should have been able to take down within minutes. His reactions were sluggish. His radar sense getting fuzzy at the edges and making everything out of focus and distant.

Which is why the crack of a handgun, so very close, echoing through the alley way, surprised him just as much as it surprised the thugs around him. But the bullet embedded itself into the brick behind and not in any of the thugs around.

“Anyone still in this alley by the time I reload get’s a bullet between the eyes.”

Matt turned his head, his senses finally processing that it was Frank Castle standing in the alley’s mouth. That it was Frank Castle who had fired a warning shot rather than killing anyone. That it was Frank who’s steady heart beat was drawing closer and was the last thing Matt was aware of before the darkness closed in around him.

The next time Matt was aware of anything, it was first and foremost that his head was pounding, his extra senses overly hazy and he was hot and cold at the same time. The next thing he was aware of was that he wasn’t in his own bed. He took a deep breath through his clogged nose, coughing as it caught in his chest, but he recognized the scent as distinctly Frank.

“Slow down there, Sunshine.” Frank said softly, hand pressing Matt’s shoulders back down until he was laying down and his breathing was steadier.

“Frank?” Matt asked, his voice hoarse. He couldn’t ‘see’ where Frank was exactly. Could tell his basic location but everything was so fuzzy and wobbly that Matt couldn’t tell up from down. He’d gotten sick several times since his accident as a child, but this was the worst he could remember feeling.

“Yeah, Red, I’m here.”

Matt felt Frank shift, his hands moving away and suddenly there was a cold, damp cloth on his forehead. Matt sighed in pleasure as the cold swept through him and cut through the heat that was both boiling him from the inside and causing him to shiver.

He tried to fight to stay conscious. Tried to force the world around him into solid shapes. Tried to pretend he wasn’t defenseless and vulnerable in front of the one person in this world that Matt tried to be the rock for. If Matt was a rock then maybe one day Frank would find his way to his solid ground and out of the river of anger he was drowning in.

He didn’t realize he had been talking, babbling, until Frank chuckled.

“I’m not drownin’, Red. So you go ahead and stop trying so hard. Just this once. Relax. I’ll be right here until you get better.”

Matt wasn’t sure if it was a fever dream or not but he would have sworn that Frank had leaned down and softly kissed his temple as he whispered, “Go to sleep, Matt.”

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But also Grey

I dunno how to answer this so I’m gunna say two of my favorite things rather than facts about thm

1) Ellie the Elephant, a stuffed elephant I’ve had for as long as i can remember

2) My Monday’s with the kids, even when they drive me up the wall

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Red \8D/ *shameless*

1) Is currently WinterHawk trash

2) Pan af

3) An awesome single mom who’s doing the best she can

4) Super crafty

5) Super cute and I’m super proud of her dedication to bettering her health

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The last few days a bunny has been diggin in the back of my brain

But I don’t feel like writing

Despite really wanting to write this fic

But I just don’t feel like it

But non-powered Fratt AU 

Where Matt gives free legal advice at the same place where Frank attends a vet’s PTSD support group

And they fall in love

They still fight all the damn time

But they love each other while doing it 

I WANT TO WRITE THIS SO BADLY

BUt I don’t feel like writingggggggg

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I pick #1. You know my ship of choice ♡

#1 - things you said at 1 am

Coulson sighed, double checking the locks and the alarms as he walked into his apartment. He slowly took off his tie, listening closely to the muffled sounds of a tv from the bedroom. He took stock of what kind of movie was playing before turning away from the closed door and instead heads for the shower.

He took longer in the shower than he normally would, gathering up his strength. All the paper work was done. Everything that needed to be handled with SHIEDLD was handled. Everything that was important for his job was done. Now came the hard part.

Helping the person who mattered most in his life.

He dried off and didn’t bother to tie the towel around his waist as he headed into the bedroom. Clint was laying on the bed, on his back, his head handing off the end as he watched a documentary on butterflies and birds.

“Wings of Life?” Coulson asked, putting on his comfiest pair of flannel pants. “Did I miss the part on bats?”

“Yeah. It’s over now.” Clint answered, his voice flat.

Coulson sat down, man handling Clint so his head was in his lap. “It’s not your fault, you know.”

“Mystery of the Flamingo’s is next.” Clint replied, turning his eyes away and back to the tv screen.

“Clint, it’s not your fault.”

“Did you know that the worlds oldest flamingo just died in Australia in January?”

“Clint, I need you to repeat after me and say ‘I know it wasn’t my fault.’“

“Can we go to Kenya and see the flamigos at Lake Nakuru next time we have time off together?”

“Clint.”

Clint was stubbornly quiet.

“Clint.”

“You can make me say it but that doesn’t make it true.”

“Clint, it’s true. That’s why I need you to say it.”

The sigh was silent but Coulson felt it as Clint turn and wrapped himself around Coulson’s torso. 

“They died because of me. It was my fault.” His voice broke but Coulson knew there wouldn’t be tears.

“No, Clint. It wasn’t. So please just say the words. Say it and you’ll believe it.” Coulson gently rubbed Clint’s ears, his secret spot that Coulson knew would relax him even against his will.

“It wasn’t my fault.” Clint whispered.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Coulson leaned over as far as he could and lightly kissed Clint’s shoulder. “It wasn’t.”