nonbinary as fuck

Since there are already 1262 fics in Frank Castle/Matt Murdock category in ao3, and I’m new in this ship, I’d love you to worsen my brainrot by kindly sending me fic recommendations. 😃

So far, the fics I’ve read that kicked my neurons just right are these (completed and incomplete ones):

1. The Good Side of You by jayyxx

Tags / Notes: Rating - Mature (M)

Hurt/Comfort, Post-Episode: s02e11 .380, Slow Burn, Bathing/Washing, First Aid, frank and matty stuck in a cabin— k i s s i n g   

Honestly, straight up 13 chapters of good shit. Personal favorite notes from ch. 1 that sold me right off the bat: 

He (Matthew) can almost hear Foggy’s laugh after he tells him that Frank Castle —very gently, softly, kindly?— washed his hair for him while Matt slowly regenerated blood cells in a half-empty bathtub.

It really does feel nice, but that’s not weird to Matt. Frank is a father, he probably washed his kid’s hair all the time. What’s strange is how Frank is reacting to it. Like he’s also enjoying it. Like maybe he enjoys having someone to look after, to care for, to wash their hair.

2. On Coming Home series by SaturnChild 

Tags / Notes: Rating - Mature (M) & Explicit (E) 🔞

Lots (seriously, LOTS) of Mental Health Issues, Please Do Mind The Tags, Might trigger anxiety and suicidal tendencies. The “Low Lights” one has spicy sexual stuff that is just up my alley like hoooly shit.

These ones are some heavy reads, I’m not going to lie, to the point I had to take breaks every now and then just to breathe and shake some thoughts. It’s addicting, though. Because I had it ready on my phone so I could read it while waiting for traffic lights to go green on my way to pick up my sister, three - four days in a row.

The kinds of fics that I’d obsess over if I was 18 again and haven’t seen and talked to any therapist/psychologist tbh.

3. Intense by  Nymphalidae

Tags / Notes: Rating - 🔥🔥🔥🔞🔞🔞

Unfinished (dunno yet or not), but still satisfying nonetheless, imho. There are 5 chapters so far. No thoughts, head empty, just them Doing It at any given time, anywhere. The characterizations are on point, also imo.

4. Strange Loyalties by mothmanfucker666

Tags / Notes: Rating - General Audience (GA) :D :D :D

PROTECTIVE FRANK CASTLE. 

Slice of life-ish story where Frank Castle met (and helped) Peter Parker, took care of the kid a little bit, and asked Matt to send the kid back home. Bless the author for this tbh.

5. The Family We Choose by Captain_Holland

Tags / Notes: Rating - M

Summary: 

Matt finds a little orphan after a raid in a human trafficking ring. Knowing like no other how damaging an orphanage can be, he roams aimlessly through the streets of Hell’s kitchen with the child in his arms and no clue what to do.

Thankfully, there’s Frank.

It actually kills me to know that this wonderful, most ideal Kid Fic for them is left UNFINISHED. Basically, finding this fic is karma getting my ass for not finishing my own uploaded projects, so maybe I deserve it either way.

6. Not The Smartest Way to Start My Night by mothmanfucker666

Tags / Notes: Rating - GA :D :D :D

Another banger fic from mothmanfucker666!1!!1!!1 Yeah, this one is super cute, okay. A meet-cute where Matt is drunk and being his fruity self.

Summary:

“I walked away,” Frank says slowly, staring out the glass sliding door facing the backyard of his apartment, “for five minutes. What the actual fuck.”

Outside, there’s a stranger sitting in the grass. A grey pitbull is wriggling delightedly in the stranger’s lap as he scritches behind its ears. Frank’s grey pitbull. It’s Max.

“It’s two in the goddamn morning,” Frank splutters to himself.

Like for some reason if Billy and Steve went to Murray's in season 2 instead of Nancy and Jonathan. And at some point they start arguing with each other and Billy is yelling at Steve about something and Steve is just pissed off and not having it and they get cut off by a very amused but very exasperated Murray.

"Jesus christ, I'll wait if you two wanna go settle your differences in the spare bedroom."

Both Steve and Billy are mortified and Billy is 3 seconds away from getting into a fight with Murray because even suggesting something like that is so perverted and so fucked up - and he's totally right but that doesn't matter. Steve is just leaning against a wall, glaring at Murray because he's not a queer and he shouldn't go around saying shit like that - and maybe he has snuck glances of Billy in the locker room after practice but it's not like that could be avoided and it didn't mean anything. Right?

"I'm just saying, you two should get over whatever issues you have with each other and admit that you're both super into each other and just fucking go at it because I'm not going to be stuck listening to this for the next hour. Okay?"

And then he'd just leave the room, leaving a very angry Billy and embarrassed Steve all alone... to presumably "settle their differences". Which they're absolutely not going to do.

steve harrington + iconic celebrity tweets // Stranger Things 3 Version

(A/N: Felt like writing some fluff in light of Season 3, and also because I desperately need Billy and Robin to interact.)

“So, have you decided what flavor you want yet?” Robin said, looming over Billy with her arms crossed.

Billy had been sitting at an empty table in Scoops for the last twenty minutes, idly chewing on a toothpick. “Nope,” Billy said, “Still thinking.”

Robin sighed, “Steve just called. He’s going to be another half hour. He promised he’d pick Dustin up from the library.”

Billy say up straight, tossing the toothpick on the ground as he cleared his throat, ”Oh, Harrington’s supposed to be in today? I had no idea.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Billy Hargrove,” Robin said, rolling her eyes as she bent down to pick up the discarded toothpick, glaring at him as she set it back on the table so he could throw it in the garbage where it belongs, “Why does it seem like you always know what flavor you want the second Steve’s the one manning the till?”

“I, uh,” Billy stammered, “Look, lifeguarding only pays so much so I have to think about purchases like this.”

“Billy,” Robin said, gently touching his hand.

She could see that defensive look creeping up in his eyes, that scattered nervousness as he desperately scanned his mind for any possible excuse he might have for paying a little too much attention to Steve. Robin had done it herself plenty of times.

“Do you know why I quit swimming lessons as soon as you took over?” Robin said.

Billy shrugged, “Because you see enough of me here.”

“No, it’s because I hate swimming,” Robin said, “I just liked it the way Heather taught it.”

“Heather’s lessons were awful,” Billy said, his face scrunching up, “I distinctly remember her telling some kid to ‘just float already’.”

Robin laughed. Yeah, she remembered that, too. Probably why as soon as Billy volunteered, Heather was kicked off of swimming lesson duty.

“You’re right, but I liked it anyway, because Heather was teaching,” she said.

“Oh,” Billy said.

It was softer than when Steve has said it, almost whimper-like. More personal.

“Yeah,” Robin said, “And I can’t help but notice you always pass right over getting a sundae made by me, the sundae master who always gives a little extra because it’s not like anyone’s weighing the damn tubs by the gram, and wait to get one from Steve, who’s really stingy with his scooping and whose sundaes look like active crime scenes beyond that.”

Billy turned away, and even with that California tan Robin could still see him blushing. “I see the way you look at the girls who come in when Steve’s working. How you glare at them when they brush off his awful attempts at flirting. It’s because every time you come to the counter, you hope he’s going to try it on you, isn’t it? And he never does, and they don’t even appreciate what they’re getting,” she said.

Billy bit down on his bottom lip, and he nodded.

“Another case solved by Detective Robin,” she said, triumphantly waving a plastic spoon in the air, “Alright, I’ve been trying to hook the poor guy up all summer and it’s an uphill battle. I just wanted to make sure before I nudge him in your direction.”

“Harrington’s not into guys,” Billy said.

“You know Steve, it takes him a while to figure anything out. That Jazzercise guy has been coming in after classes and boy does Steve ever stare at him,” Robin said, “So if I were to guess Steve’s type: long blond hair, sweaty, fit, wears a tank top…ringing any bells?”

Billy huffed, swallowing hard. His mouth was awfully dry all of the sudden.

“Thought so. I’ll tip him off, okay?” she said, “I won’t tell him anything we said. Just that I think you might be into him and maybe he should take a go at it.”

“Okay,” Billy said.

The next time Billy came in to Scoops Ahoy, Robin made sure that the only other customer in the store (Erica Sinclair, of course) was good and distracted by being asked to taste test some new flavors.

“Ahoy, Billy!” Steve said (or rather, shouted), his face turning bright red, “I mean, uh. Shit. Ahoy, valued customer! Would you like to try one of our five new summer flavors? I…can’t remember any of them.”

Steve scratched the back of his head, which unseated his hat and sent it tumbling down onto the counter. Billy looked like he was about to pick it up, but instead he rested his hand right on top of Steve’s. Steve flinched, his mouth hanging open.

“I’ll have the usual,” Billy said, running his tongue over his lips, “But maybe you could give me a little extra this time.”