#dad!frank castle x reader

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fictober day thirteen - scary movie, dad!frank castle x reader

warnings - dad!frank castle x parent!reader, pure fluff

word count - 495

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a/n - dad frank my betrothed

You didn’t think Gremlins was that scary. You remembered watching it when you were young, so when your daughter wanted to watch a scary movie, you figured it would be appropriate for a five year old. But it had been a while since you had seen it, and you had forgotten how terrifying a puppet can be. 

Frank didn’t seem to remember, either, a look of shock riddling his face while he held you and your child in his arms. She seemed unfazed, wearing the same stoic face she got from her dad.

By the time the movie had ended you could tell she was tired, her fist held Frank’s shirt tightly as her eyelids gave long blinks. Frank carried her off to the bathroom, helped her brush her teeth and kissed her goodnight as he tucked her in. 

When he came back to the living room he fell into your arms and laid on top of you. “Can we just sleep out here? You’re so soft, I don’t wanna move.” His words were muffled by the fabric of your shirt. “Frankie my back.” Immediately he sat up, stretching a bit and rubbing his eyes. You made grabby hands at him, which clearly he wasn’t impressed by. “I already put our daughter to bed, now I gotta tuck you in too?” You nodded, stretching your hands out further.

With a groan Frank picked you up bridal style. You pecked his neck, giggling and swinging your feet. “Is it just me or was the movie different from what you remember?” Frank opened the bedroom door with his back. “Shit was terrifying.” He chuckled, gently resting you on the bed and adjusting the covers. “Just a bit.”

You were all comfortable, Frank had moved himself to cuddle up to your side. “Wait,” Frank mumbled, lifting himself up and looking around the room, “is it after midnight? I forgot to feed Gizmo.” You smacked his arm, making him crash down onto you. Both of you feel into a fit of laughter, trying to muffle it to not wake your daughter. It didn’t work, though, because your door creaked open and the light from the hallway flooded in. 

“Mama, Dada.” Your daughter stood in the doorframe, rubbing her eyes and holding a stuffed rabbit. Both of you sat up. “What’s up, bug? Can’t sleep?” You reached out for her, pulling her up into your lap quickly and carefully. “Bad dream.” She muttered, snuggling into your side just as Frank had before. Frank maneuvered his way closer to you, placing an arm around your shoulder and fiddling with your daughter’s hair. 

“We’ll pick a different movie next time, baby, something that’ll give you better dreams. How about that?” She nodded into your chest, closing her eyes for a much needed sleep. Frank gave both of you kisses, “In the meantime, Mama and I will keep you safe.” He looked to her for a response, but she was already fast asleep.

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Cowboy hats.

pairing: dbf!southern!frank castle x afab!reader

summary: five days and five nights without a single word from frank, what an asshole. an asshole who looks too damn good in a cowoy hat.

warnings: age gap (reader is 22, frank is 52), use of pet names, dirty dirty thoughts!!!,unprotected p in v sex!!, praise kink asf, soft frank, frank being an asshole for the first like two thousand words, cowboy hate frank, no mentions of y/n, no descriptions of reader, not proofread

word count: 4015 words

author’s note: end of the road for darlin’ and frankie (probably not, i absolutely will write more, smaller, things for them, but this is the end of the cowgirl series!! I loved writing for them and hope i did them justice!! I hope you guys it enjoy it, mwah 

read the first one here, and the second here !

It had been five days, five entire days and nights without speaking to Frank. Not that you didn’t try, you had been texting him. Multiple times. Just to get “read at 2:30” every time.  Every. Damn. Time. He brushed you off if you spoke to him in person, ignored your texts, you would soon resort to carrier pigeon. What the fuck happened to Frankie who was calling you his girl? The fucking 180 he pulled was pissing you off. The rational side of you tried to convince yourself he wasn’t your boyfriend, he had made no promises to you, he was free to ignore you all he wanted. No matter how angry it made you. The irrational side didn’t care, he had been inside of you raw, he owes you some explanation. What a fucking little fuckboy move to fucking make. 

Ironically, Boyfriend by COIN played through your car. Not now.

“I don’t wanna be your boyfriend,

When you need a little company,

I don’t wanna be your boyfriend,

When there’s not another phone to ring.”

You searched through the passenger seat for your phone once your car was safely stopped at the red light, this was absolutely NOT the song to play. Of all the songs on your playlist, of course it had to be this one. The universe wasn’t done playing cruel jokes on you, it was almost like it wanted to see you suffer just a tiny bit more. A black truck pulled up next to you, in the left turn lane. Frank’s black truck. That Frank was driving. It would take a miracle to save you from driving your car off a cliff, today was testing you and you were losing. He shot you a smile from his driver’s seat, giving you a two finger wave without lifting his hand off the steering wheel.

A smile. The nerve of this guy. The fucking nerve.

The light turned green before you were able to yell all the expletives you knew in all the languages you knew them in. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. You were meeting Tiff at a bookstore for a girls day, she was going to get an earful of what happened five days ago and the fucking nerve he has to act this way. 

“I mean, he is fifty. Right? Maybe he’s just not used to dating culture. He had a wife previously, I think, so just talk to him.” Tiff reasoned, tracing her finger up the spine of a book before pulling it off the shelf to read the description on the back.

“Even if dating culture is different, he gave me his number. Said we’d talk later and has given me the coldest shoulder possible. Then has the nerve to smile at me like none of this has happened.” You whined, frustrated that this was even happening. Initially, you had planned to just be pretty and reap the perks of it this summer. Not get hung up on an older man that’s best friends with your dad. 

“Does he even know you’re angry? I mean he’s not a mind reader and neither are you, ambush his house when you know he’s there. I don’t think he’d shy away from being alone with you.” She teased, poking your side and placing the book back in its rightful spot on the shelf. “Then, you can set boundaries and what not. Fuck. And make up!”

“I would sooner punch him in that smug attractive stupid fucking face.” You rolled your eyes, knowing deep inside the next time he was in your presence and willing to take you to bed that you would be there. You didn’t know how to say no to him. 

“We both know that is the furthest thing from the truth.” Tiff raised her eyebrow at you and cocking her head, daring you to argue about it. 

“Shut up, I’m trying to learn to have some self control.” You tried to hide a smile, failing miserably and rolling your eyes instead. “I’ll ambush him later, he better be there or be prepared to feel my wrath.”

“That’s my girl!” She laughed, clapping her hands the best she could with the books in her hands. “Make sure he really understands the anger. The rage!”

To keep true to your word, you drove by his house on the way to yours to see if he was home. He wasn’t. Fucker. You knew it wasn’t intentional but it sure felt that way, because of all days and of all times he wouldn’t be there. However, to your surprise, he was parked in your driveway. You parked in your usual spot and headed inside, stopping right inside the house when you heard the two men inside.

“How was your date the other night?” He went on a date, what the fuck?

“Horrible. She was still hung up on her ex-husband, talked about him all night.” Good, hope every woman you go on a date with does that. Asshole.

“Sorry man, you’ll find someone someday.” Your dad tried consoling him, your anger was bubbling and the next word of this conversation was going to be your breaking point. Did the sex truly mean nothing to him? Did you mean nothing to him? Were you just a quick fuck to get the desire out and then move on? 

You closed the front door loudly to announce your presence, walking into the kitchen where said men were sitting at the kitchen table. Frank had his legs spread, hand hanging between them with a beer in his hand. The kicker was, he was wearing a cowboy hat, his hair fluffing out on the side. To add onto the never ending list of things making this, currently insufferable, man so attractive he was wearing some sort of red henley with the top buttons undone so you could see the gold chains decorating his neck.

“Hey daddy!” You smiled at your dad, handing him a book he had mentioned twenty times he wanted to read. Your words caused Frank to clear his throat and sit straighter in the seat, you could play his game much worse than he can.

“What’s the occasion, honey?” He always had weird ways of saying thank you, as in he never really did and would instead pay you back by making your favorite food for dinner tomorrow or ordering a dress you really wanted. You figured it was just how he grew up.

“You deserve it, daddy! You do so much for me and treat me so well! I’m gonna take a shower.” And with that you were off up the stairs, flipping Frank off once you got to a point in the stairs where the wall covered you.

You locked your bedroom door. He didn’t need to come in here and desecrate your room anymore than he already had. If he didn’t have such a big dick and fantastic hands you would’ve murdered him already, why bless bad men with great appendages. 

Your mind raked itself for answers, you truly couldn’t come up with one that didn’t end with you not being good enough for him. The date was the trulying baffling part to you, the cold shoulder you could deal with just fine but the date was just cruel. If he didn’t want you he shouldn’t have left his number, shouldn’t have fucked you within an inch of you life, shouldn’t have called you his. He shouldn’t have even read the messages, deleted them and blocked your number. He read them and actively chose to not respond, you didn’t know if it was any worse than just blocking you. If the universe was cruel, Frank castle was worse. 

Your door knob jiggled, quite a few times before you heard the sound of boots going downstairs. You knew he would come up here and try to act like it was all peachy keen, like he hadn’t been twisting the knife he placed in your back. Your phone dinged.

I know you heard, at least let me explain.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the absolute nerve he has had today.

No.

Darlin’, please.

Fuck off, Frank.

Fucking COIN was right, he didn’t want to be your boyfriend. How fucking foolish could you have been. How could you imagine he’d settle down for a twenty-two year old girl who was related to his best friend. You flopped down on your bed and let out a very long, very needed, scream. The tears started coming, you hadn’t been this emotional in a very long time, the tears you had initially shed over Frank turned into tears over everything you’d bottled up. Your tears comforted you into dreamland. You awoke to four texts from Frank.

It’s not how it seems. Sent 9:30pm

Darlin’ I swear, I had to do it. Sent 10:05pm

Two nights with you has me ready to fill every ocean with blood, sweat, and tears for you so don’t act like that. Sent 5am

Your dad set up the date, I couldn’t not go. Was I supposed to tell him I’d rather be fucking his daughter? Sent 5:30am

It didn’t matter to you that your dad set the whole thing up, you responded with a simple yes and placed your phone back on the nightstand you picked it up from. Men are so stupid, you could think of two ways he could’ve gotten out of the date without you being involved. Still doesn’t explain the five day freeze out, if he had been honest about the date it wouldn’t have mattered . As much. He better come up with the best damn excuse for this shit or you swore you’d never speak to him again.

Frank’s phone dinged in his pocket, he’d been waiting all morning for you to respond. He knew you would, just as you were his vice. He was yours. The second you walked in the kitchen last night it was taking all his self control to not pull you onto his lap, continue his conversation with your dad, trailing his fingers up and down your leg. He knew you were angry with him, you had every right to be, but he didn’t know how to even begin explaining the situation. Your dad was being suspicious, he thought it was odd that Frank spent an extended amount of time in your room the other night, thought it was weird that everytime your name was mentioned Frank’s nostrils flared and his jaw tightened. It was your dad who suggested setting up the date, watched Frank’s face as he brought it up to see if he’d give away anything. Frank was saving you both, he was doing this for you. In some twisted way.

The date happened the night after he slept with you, he felt guilty to have gone behind your back. He didn’t want to see you look so excited to see him when he felt tainted. He didn’t do anything with the woman, opened her car door and moved back her seat but he never once laid a finger on her. Her smile wasn’t as sweet as yours, her laugh not as gentle and filling, and she wasn’t nearly as beautiful. Frank spent most of the date thinking of you and how he wished it was you in front of him, not this woman who couldn’t be bothered to speak of anything besides her ex-husband. He thought she’d get the hint that he was bored, he stopped responding to her questions and was now scanning the restaurant making up stories about the other patrons to pass the time.

He just wanted to be with His cowgirl.

Seeing you in your car yesterday made the guilt twist in his heart, he needed to speak to you. But you didn’t want to speak to him, especially not after what you heard in the house. That’s why when his phone dinged and he had the feeling it was you, his face lifted and he was filled with a warmth only you could give to him. The one word you replied with had made the past five days almost bearable.

You know I can’t do that. Can I see you after work? Please, darlin’

He placed his phone back into his back pocket, taking a deep breath as he awaited your response. God, he hoped you responded. It didn’t matter if you didn’t say a word to him the whole time he explained it, he needed to see you and he needed you to understand why he did what he did. He meant what he said, he’d fill every ocean on the fucking planet with blood, sweat and tears if it meant your happiness. He’d go back to the life he left to ensure your safety. 

Fine.

If the rest of the day was the worst day possible he could deal with that, he could deal with anything as long as it meant getting to see you when he got off. He truly didn’t know how you would react or what it meant for the two of you going forward. He could only hope for the best. Whatever that even was.

You spent the rest of the day thinking about what he could possibly explain to you, it was clear that he wasn’t as interested as you thought before. Would you even believe it, whatever his excuse was? Or would you immediately forgive him because it meant he would be back in your life, would you forget it even happened and go back to playing girlfriend. You wanted to forget, to act like it never hurt, but you wanted him to understand how it felt. To be treated like the top of the world and then dumped like you meant nothing. 

You wore red.

That was the first thing Frank noticed as you walked up his driveway clad in a flowy red sundress, you remembered his favorite color and the conversation about wearing it the next time you saw him. Forgiveness was in there somewhere, he knew it. You noticed he was wearing that damn cowboy hat again, damn he was playing a hard game. 

“Thanks for coming darlin’, I was kinda worried you wouldn’t.” He didn’t stand up from his chair on the porch to greet you, in some way you were kinda glad but you mostly figured it’s because you’re on his porch and everyone can see.

“Yeah, I just hope you’ve got something real good up your sleeve.” You responded bluntly, sitting in the chair next to him and smoothing your dress out. “You’re an asshole, Frankie.’

“I know, I fuckin’ know baby. Just listen, okay? I’ll explain and then you can fuckin’ obliterate me but I need you to listen.” He sat up straighter, reaching to take one of your hands in his, rubbing his thumb across the top.

“We don’t have all night, I suggest you start talking.” He could’ve swore he saw a hint of a smile playing on your lips as you spoke.

“Your dad, I know I can’t blame it all on him. He came to me, after I left your room, and he hinted he was a bit suspicious of us. What he said doesn’t matter, just know he was suspicious. He said he had a date planned for me, thought it would be nice for me to meet a woman ‘my own age’ and gave me the information. Darlin’, if I said no he would’ve caught on the next time I spent more than a minute with you, I did this for us. For you, baby. I didn’t touch her, barely spoke the whole time. She spent more time talking about her ex-husband, I’m not sure she even knew my name,” you giggled at that, she didn’t deserve to know him,”Took her home, didn’t give her my number. Nothin’. I came here and thought of you, all night. Thought about how I was supposed to tell you. I felt gross, and I’ve done bad things darlin’. Bad things.”

“I don’t care what bad things you’ve done, because that’s not you. Not now.” You whispered, taking your free hand and caressing his cheek. He leaned into your touch, so soft and warm.

“That’s the thing, I’d do it again. I’d do all those bad things again, for you.” He admitted, watching you process his words. It should’ve scared you, should’ve made you run off his porch and block his number. It excited you, made your core throbbed at the thought of someone loving you enough to do those ‘bad things’ he spoke of. You were smart enough to make your own conclusions about what he meant.

“But why did you ignore me? That really hurt, Frankie. It really fucking sucked.”

“I told you. I felt gross, undeserving of you. I went on a date with someone who wasn’t you and it was eating at me, even if my reasons were just.” He truly looked apologetic, you came here looking to stick it to him but you melted the second he started talking. He did it for you and you were sat thinking he just didn’t like you and wanted a quick fuck.

“Frankie..” You whispered, looking at him like he’d hung the moon and all the stars. Scanning the other houses to predict who could’ve seen you here.

“Don’t do that. Don’t look at me like that, darlin’.” He groaned, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. You were a goddamn dream.

“I’d like a tour of your bed.” You giggled, the way you figured was he at least owed you some sort of makeup sex. You were melting the second he said he’d do bad things for you, he had to fix the problem he started.

“Mmm I can arrange that, c’mon cowgirl.” He tightened the grasp on the hand he was holding and led you inside, it smelled just like he did. Slight scent of gunpowder, tobacco from the cigars he smoked with your father, some sort of leather and coffee. You could drown yourself in the scent.

“Your place is so…you.” You observed. There were more cowboy hats hung up by the door, more boots on the floor, a whiskey cabinet in the living room which led you to assume everything else was held in his kitchen, the lighting was dim. 

“Might shock ya to hear that I live here.” He teased, leading you through the kitchen and down a hallway to his bedroom. His room was sparsely decorated, he was only a man what could he say. 

“I would’ve never guessed.” You smiled, letting go of his hand to flop down on his bed. It wasn’t nearly as comfortable as yours, didn’t have nearly as many blankets and pillows. 

Frank slid his hands down your thighs as they hung off the bed, admiring the sight of you in his bed. He didn’t deserve you or what you were about to give him. But Frank Castle was a greedy man, he’d take everything you were willing to give. Especially when it came to you. He slowly massaged your thighs, moving both hands to one of your legs and massaging all the way down. You propped yourself on your elbows, watching him curiously as he massaged you.

“What’re you doing, Frankie?” You asked softly, genuine curiosity present in your voice. His lips lifted at the nickname, as they did every time you called him that since the first time.

“Jus’ lovin’ on my lady, do you have a problem with that?” He tilted his head down and raised an eyebrow, the cowboy hat slipping a bit as he did so. 

“Nope, no problems. Just thought you were gonna take me to bed, ‘s all.” 

“You know how to pick my brain, findin’ all the right things to say and when to say ‘em. My pretty girl, made just for me. Ain’t that right?” He let go of your leg, hiking your dress up so he didn’t sit on it when he straddled your waist. “Knew this was gonna happen, huh? Did ya find the laciest red panties you could find? You got words, I know you do.”

“For you, told you I’d do it.” You pulled the top of the dress down to realize the matching lacy red bra, all for your Frankie. He let out a low groan, you were too good to a man who didn’t deserve you. Too tainted to touch the pureness of your soul.

Frank helped you out of your dress, throwing it into the corner of his room, he stared at you a long time. The matching red set was something out of his dreams, he wanted to sear  the image of you wearing it in his bed in his head forever. He ran his hands over your stomach, your thighs, anywhere his hands could reach. It’s crazy how fast a person can come to mean so much to you, especially when they’d been around for years. One night changed everything for the both of you, changed the meaning of love for Frank. He’d figure out how to get your dad on board late, for tonight you were his sweet thing to make sweet love to.

The cowboy hat was left on at your request, he didn’t mind as long as you kept letting the giggles out when it bumped your forehead as he thrusted up into you. Your red bra was left on at his request, a reminder that this was all for him. That it was all real and not some cruel dream. Your moans and whimpers a sweet symphony to his ears, he’d pay over and over and over to hear. Your nails gripping his back, when he checked in the mirror later that evening it’d be adorned with light pink scratches and half moons scattered across it, holding onto him like he was going to disappear again. His thrusts were slow but deep, hitting all the right spots inside you, his hands holding your head to look at him as he showed you everything he couldn’t say with words. 

His words were equally dirty and sweet, just like him.

“Pretty baby, you feel how you’re squeezin’ me?”

“God, gonna lock you away. Keep you all to myself, use you when I want. Make you my pretty housewife.”

“”S alright baby, Frankie’s got you. Gonna take good care of this pussy, make ‘er feel good.”

The two of you came together, he talked you softly through the whole thing. Peppered kisses across your face and down your neck, praising you for how good you did even though he did all the work. He traced his initials, FC, above your heart with his fingers before placing a kiss right where he traced. Marking you, invisibly, as his forever and ever. 

“Don’t ever go on another date with another woman.” You teased softly, looking up at him when you came to.

“I’m not doin’ nothin’ with another woman that’s not you. Promise, darlin’.” He placed a soft kiss to your lips, nipping at your bottom lip and pulling away to look at your face. He wiped away the sweaty hairs that had stuck themselves to your face.

“Good, my Frankie.”

“Your Frankie.” He’d softened in his older years, in his years with you he’d soften even more than previously thought. Frankie, as he came to be known to everyone you introduced him to, never could say no to you. That included the day you decided you wanted to tell your dad about him, you were tired of sneaking around. Even if it was fun. You’d been in an actual established relationship for a while at that point, he was going to find out eventually. In true Frankie fashion he sighed, shot back the rest of his whiskey and said Okay, darlin’. The mental battle he fought, briefly, about you lost the second you assured him you’d traverse it together. Loving you was the best thing Frank Castle would ever come to do in all his life.

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Sigh 😔😔 he’s so fine OML

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins

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reader: female | Age: 17-18 range

Characters mentioned: Dustin (briefly, ST), Jonathan Byers (breifly, ST), Joyce Byers (brefily, ST), Steve Harrington (ST), Nancy Wheeler (Breifly, ST) , Billy Hargrove (ST), Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Peter Parker (breifly MCU), Kate Bishop (breifly, MCU)

type: headcannons + drabbles,

A/N: When you hyper fixate on two very different shows so you put them together, basically a Stranger Things x MCU type deal, also i know timelines dont match up just. Let it happen. Also. This got really long

Warnings: typical violence from stranger things and marvel, mentions of weapons not the use of them but still

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So moving to Hawkins Indiana, was supposed to be "laying low" for both of you

As Known, he the famous Punisher: and with you: not being biologically his daughter, but barring his last name put a tag on your neck as well

Luckily you were trained well and had been through one or two superheroes in your life, like your father you're pretty morally gray

Hawkins was pretty cheap, depending on where you guys lived, there was no point in a big house either so you both lived someone in a cabin off the main road, it was small but better than run-down new york apartments with no windows

You bet to be sure as soon as mothers see the new truck they start talking.

"Not bad..." Y/n spoke looking around her room, "Hey, it's got a window."

Frank chuckled leaning against the door frame as he looked back at her, "You like it?"

"It's nice." Y/n told him setting a box down "It's gonna be weird being so calm..."

"Murdock's got the landline." Frank spoke, "He'll be beggin' for another fight. It won't be long before we're back fightin'."

Y/n nodded, "Gonna miss all those shit-head Avengers. Remember the battle with me and you, we were going against Cap and that Winter Soldier guy. Those guys would just not get off our asses."

"Good memories, you'll make more kid." He told, ruffling her hair, "Get your room together."

And with that Y/n was left alone in the room

You guys like, have to go shopping for food and you feel like you in a zoo

People staring oddly at you, and kids pointing at you

Franks at another store, and you're feeling slightly anxious as you're grabbing a few things for a quick dinner

Luckily the lady checking you out is sweet:

"Don't worry about them." She spoke scanning the items, "Nothing exciting happens around Hawkins, new faces it's like seeing a celebrity."

"oh, yeah...yeah." Y/n nodded watching the woman bag everything eyes not knowing where to fall she found the woman's name tag, "Thank you, Ms.Joyce."

She smiled sweetly, "It's no problem at all. Where you coming from?"

"New York City." Y/n started, engaging in the small talk.

"Hm, the big apple," Joyce smiled, "Must be quite a change."

"yes, Ma'm," Y/n responded.

"Well, we're open 24 hours here, " She started pushing some clanky buttons on the cash register, then hitting it aggressively, "Thing never wants to work- there we are. 5.96."

Y/n handed her the money exactly and Joyce thanked her, y/n said goodbye and left out the store with the two bags in hand.

Walking back to the truck you see a radio shack as you pass, Frank's not at the truck so you dip in for a quick look

So far all of the adults are nice, nice to see a new face and make small talk.

But soon you left and Frank was waiting for you in the truck

"Got it all."

"Yeah," Y/n responded as she got in closing the door behind her, it was silent as Frank drove off.

"Did you get stared and pointed at?" Y/n asked.

"yeah."

at least she wasn't alone there

So they got home and put all the groceries away, and that's when Y/n realized the bag.

"You know, this is making me think that you're sending me to school." Y/n started holding up the school supplies, "you're not sending me to school, right?"

"Independent study ain't gonna get you nowhere here kid-"

"Are you kidding!? You said I wouldn't have to go!" Y/n argued, "You said as long as I'm on an independent study I can go on patrols with you!"

"There is nothing to go after out here, kid! What are you gonna do? Go shoot every damn animal you see in the forest?" He argued back, "We're not in New York no more, No more patrol, no more independent study! You start Monday, that's it."

Already arguing on your first day in a new city, yay

You yourself end up skipping dinner and just finish putting your room together, after all, the day after tomorrow you are a damn high schooler.

He lets you calm down, and makes breakfast in the morning for the both of you

Well he said he got some construction or quarry job- something labor intensive so you're not the only one trying to go back to normal

The days spent cleaning again and putting the few things you own away

You go into town again the next day: you had both just bought stuff for dinner the other day, and you needed actual food in the house now

Hence the grocery store

You thought that small market where that lovely lady was filled with stares? Just look at it now

You guys stick together for this one, eyes are everywhere just stare at you

You're for sure not you're typical "girl" most are wearing skirts and nice blouses

You're literally dressed just like your dad, combat boots and all

Yeah you definitely weren't gonna be popular at school you could already feel it

"Get something for lunch tomorrow." and off to the fruit section y/n went, and quickly too, to pick up a bag of peaches and apricots

"Mommy, mommy, look at the pretty girl-"

"Don't look, sweetheart, that is not beauty,"

god people are such a-holes for no reason

"Don't worry." A boy spoke, "I think you're super cool. Like you're about to go monster hunting."

"Thanks?" Y/n spoke.

"Dustin Dustin Henderson." He introduced.

"Nice to see someone doesn't think I'm a psycho path." Y/n spoke, "Even if they are, what? ten?"

"I'm 13." "Close enough." Y/n shrugged walking off.

"Wait! Wait!" he called rushing after her.

"I heard you from across the sea, is it true?"

"What? No, I'm from New York." Y/n argued.

"That was going to be my second guess." He spoke, "And is equally as cool!"

"Look kid, I gotta get back to my dad." Y/n told him, "Can I help you with something?"

He looked at her and Y/n raised an eyebrow, "Okay I actually need something from the top shelf."

"Yeah, where is it, kid."

You helped him get what he wanted and he thanked you: calling you cool once more and then rushed off.

You had a feeling just deep down that was gonna come bite you in the ass later on, somehow, not sure how, but it would

You met back up with Frank and went to check out

Yes, great more stares, Women think Frank's good-looking and Y/n's just in the way of the view

Now you gotta go to school the next day and put up with the same shit

Literally Frank has to search your bag for weapons before you go: your so used to carrying concealed weapons because of Patrols and independent study it didn't matter, so he literally pats you down

"You can't take pocket knives to school!"

"I don't get it!? Why not!"

"It's not battle royal, it's who can get to the cafeteria first- that's it."

"Sounds pretty battle royal to me-"

"Get in the truck."

He drops you off and is really worried

not for you of course, for the other kids

yeah yeah, they should be scared.

Guess who you're lockers next to Billy FUCKING Hargrove

And some girls are too busy flirting to realize they're in your way

"Excuse me." Nothing.

"Hey!" Nothing

Okay now you're shoving them out the way

"Watch it." One girl ordered Y/n looking back at her, rolling her eyes

Billy can already tell your a city kid like him, it's a city kid thing.

and casually interrupts the a-hole girls to ask him where your classes were.

"Down the hall..." He spoke looking her over, "Brooklyn?"

"New York, Hells Kitchen." she responded, "L.A, San Fransico?"

"Guilty as charged city bird," he smirked

Oh that's a good shit disturbed friendship forming

well at least Hawkins wouldn't be as boring as you thought

No one really tried to introduce themselves to you

Yet King Steve the hair Harrington did almost run into you with his food tray but you stopped him catching his tray and handing back over before you go to sit down to eat

That's where you meet you guessed it: Johnathan Byers, seems like he's an eat-alone guy too

You guys don't really meet but acknowledge one another

Then some guy and his girl come to pick on him but you're not in the mood.

"You mind moving somewhere else?" Y/n called to the one and only Tommy Hagan.

"Aw, are we disrupting the new girl?" Carol laughed

"I'll be disrupting your fuckin face if you don't leave him alone," Y/n argued.

"Hey you don't talk to her like that," Tommy argued Y/n standing up.

"Or what? You're gonna punch me? Gonne slap me?" Y/n spoke walking closer to him, he stumbles back, "Gonna try and fight and you're gonna lose, you'll be on the floor within the second, I dare you, throw that punch."

Tommy had tripped over his feet falling to the ground, she had drawn unwanted attention as she towered over him in the center of the cafeteria, Y/n walking away from him to return to her food.

Johnathan thanked her and tried to introduce himself to her

Then PE happened, where she officially met Harrington.

Girls sat on the bench while they watched shirtless and covered boys play basketball

yet of course Y/n jumped in and played ball instead, girls officially hate you, being able to be that close with Billy and Steve,

the coach allowed you to play too: you only thought, he didn't want to hear about a nail being broken

Steve introduced himself during water break while, but then again you don't introduce yourself

"New Yorker thinks she's too good for us." Billy chimed in, "isn't that right?"

Y/n continued in drinking water with no response.

"Leave her alone." Steve defended.

"No let him keep running his mouth, maybe he'll finally speak some sense."

"I wouldn't get cocky with me City bird." Billy shot back

"Is that a threat?" Y/n deflected getting in his face.

"Maybe it is."

"Me and you on the court. Now."

Let's just say you really gave him a run for his money

Dude you robbed him of his money

The one-on-one game consists of you two shoving and pushing, trying to trip the other

"Is it just me." Steve spoke to a classmate beside him, "Or does the new kid seem."

"Over the top strong?"

"Yeah." Steve spoke watching Y/n knock Billy down, "i would hate to be on her bad side."

Yeah if you weren't already the talk of the school you are now

Steve once again tries to introduce himself to you.

"Steve Harrington."

"I know who you are."

"Wow, am I that popular?" He teased.

"What do you want."

"You don't take to new people very well."

Y/n opened her locker, "Okay, listen."

"All ears."

"You're the popular dude, who gets all the girls and has rich parents, yada, yada, yada, why are you talking to me. because I'm not sleeping with you."

"what? no! no!" Steve argued, "I thought you were really cool, the whole school saw you take down Tommy Hagan with just standing there. Not to mention how you took on Hargrove."

Y/n looked over at him, and he smiled trying to persuade her.

"Y/n. Y/n Castiglione."

You've officially had a "friend" according to Steve

When school's out, you're more than running to go home.

But Frank's at work, or whatever he does now and you're walking home

"hey!" Steve called, "Need a ride home?"

Y/n looked beside her, Steve driving alongside her: "Come on, Were friends now!"

Y/n sighed and walked over, opening the door, "Try anything Harrington and I'll stab you."

"Alright, Alright." Steve spoke, "Just watch the hair and the face."

The town werido and class king driving home together

But when you told him to drop you off he's confused.

"But there's no house here." Steve defended.

"I know." Y/n spoke getting out the car.

"Wait! Wait! Could I atleast get your landline?" He asked.

"What?" Y/n questioned.

"You know. The house phone." Steve spoke.

Y/n was silent, "...why?"

"To call you?" Steve questioned: what else would he need the house number phone, "You know. Invite you to go out with us. Have fun."

"In Hawkins?"

"Its not as bad as you think sometimes." Steve shrugged, "or we could, I dont know hang out somewhere."

"I give you the number you stop askin questions?"

"Absolutely."

So Steve got the land line.

Maybe having steve as a friend wouldn't be so bad.

But with Hw done and no libary card, you resort to calling Matt Murdock.

"Aw. Miss me already?" Matt chuckled.

"I would be lying if I said no." Y/n defended leaning against the wall.

"Come on can't be that bad." He tried to defend, "Make any friends?"

Y/n shrugged on her end, " Yeah I guess. This guy named Steve Harrington. Thinking about looking into him."

"Y/n you're making friends not finding people to background check." Matt defended.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to background check anyone if Frank would give me my damn knife back." Y/n protested.

"Y/n." Matt started, "I know it's hard to adjust. I do. But you're not gonna need a knife or pistol everywhere you go."

Y/n sighed. Matt was right, she'd have to adjust: and no not like you adjust on a mission, but genuinely adjust to the surrondings to a new daily life.

"If I can get Foggy to let me go I'll come visit you both." Matt told, "just because you've wiggled your way into my soft spot doesnt mean you're both not on my radar."

Y/n chuckled, Matt had become somewhat of an Uncle-ish dad-ish figure. Someone that calmed her down unlike Frank who was bad at it.

"Hey. Send me somethin local and maybe. Maybe. I'll send you somethin back?" Matt tried to suggest: keep her busy, "We could be pen pals."

Y/n smiled, "Yeah I'd like that."

He smiled, "Love ya kiddo."

"Love you too." Y/n responded and the call ended.

What you'd do to be in new york right now

Fighting crime, Sneaking out, eatting pizza from hole in the wall place, breakfast early morings after a busy night

Waiting for Frank seemed useless at this point: as early evening became late evening and late evening became night

And at 10pm steve harrington called.

"Hello?"

"Seems like I got the right number after all." Steve spoke on the other side of the phone

What you thought would be a short conversation turned into a full blown three hours,

Turns out Steve was alot of fun to talk too, all she had to do is open herself up a bit

He asked about her mostly, Typical new kid shit

Steve was a bit cocky still: but just for good fun and seemed Genuine

"You Y/n Castiglione seem like a bad ass."

"And why's that?" Y/n questioned.

"Well for one you stood up to Billy Hargrove."

Y/n chuckled, "You're still on about that?"

"Was that a chuckle? I heard a chuckle. I must be gettin' pretty good." Steve joked.

Finally you guys get off the phone

And you go to bed.

So. Maybe Hawkins wouldn't be too bad.

The first week seems Normal: Steve introduced you to Nancy Wheeler his girlfriend

You seemed off about her: she looked like one of the girls making fun of you at the store

You keep yourself quiet though, you also dont eat with them during lunch, but rather Jonathan, simply because you guys eat in silence

You and Billy contuine to go at it: occasionally shoves from each other in the hallways and eye rolls during class. You guys really go at it during PE, Especially when Wrestling came along

The girls think your aboustley imodest in your shorts and sports bra wreslting the boys

Most are just jealous your in such contact with the guys

At first there was the "that guy" who always has to make a comment about you but he really did shut up before you could even turn his world upside down.

Why? You honestly have no idea

But when the guy comes back that friday with a black eye you still have no clue

Alot of the girls sum it up to you doing it

You thought all would be fine, you feel like your being distanced from Frank though

With him working long days into nights you feel like that bond is wearing down.

But luckily Matt keeps in touch with you. Peter Parker's called you along with Kate Bishop saying they miss you

You miss them all too. But atleast Harrington calls you daily, same time: just to bullshit together

So your first week wasnt bad, during the weekend you and Frank Lazy around, playing a board game here and there

You actually send Matt that package he wanted so thats off your list.

You also go on your own little nature hikes and your not too far from the lake.

And when you come back you're weapons are displayed on your bedroom wall and you're so excited.

He says its somewhat of a present

And its not all your weaponary, just your favorites The rest is in the floorboard

Still: you put blood sweat and tears into those weapons so you were happy

Ah yes your pristine knife collection

Week one? If you had to rate it solid 7/10

Then week two starts

Oh god week two

Monday was good for no one: especially not you

She opened her locker, just for open cartons of milk and raw eggs to fall and splatter onto her chlothes, people starring and starting to laugh

Luckily you had extra chlothes in your pe locker

Or so you thought

Someone had broken into those and covered specifically the ass part of your shorts in red and brown paint and the same with your shirt.

So you just skipped Monday

It was actually as you were leaving Billy was just coming in.

"What the hell happened to you city bird?" Billy questioned getting no response as she walked past him, "City Bird!"

Still no answer he sighed, "Castiglione! Im talking to you!"

She looked back, "what the fuck does it look like Hargrove!" She argued.

It was silent between them, "Get in." He ordered, "But don't get any of that shit on my seats. Take your shoes off before you get it."

"I don't want a hand out."

"I didn't fuckin ask. Now get in the car." He told.

So he drove you home, all the way home.

You could careless at this point as he followed you in the house

He didnt comment about the house and followed you into your room

"It's either you're bat shit crazy or you're just crazy." He spoke looking at the knives on the wall as she grabbed some chlothes to change into.

She changed into a fresh set of chlothes with him in the room as his back was to her, he still looking at the collection she tossing the old chlothes in her hamper as she fell back on her bed.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" He argued.

"What?" Y/n asked looking at him, "whats wrong with what Im wearing."

"No wonder you look like shit everytime you go to school. Don't have a damn mirror in here." Billy spoke looking around, "Fuck you don't have one at all."

"Okay? And?" Y/n spoke.

"Well get ready City Bird." Billy told, Y/n raising her eyebrows, "You're dumbass is going shopping."

"Hah." Y/n laughed, "no."

Oh no

You dont get it, he picked up your ass, and DRAGGED you

"Billy!" Y/n defended, "the fuck! Unhand me! You peice of shit!"

"Stop fuckin trashin' we're going." Billy protested throwing her into the passanger seat.

So now instead of being in school you're shopping, for chlothes with Billy Fucking Hargove.

Alrighty then

He thinks you have a horrible sense of style

And you do? Kinda? You do wear just Frank's old chlothes

Atleast he got you out of cargo pants and into some denim jeans

He's got you in style now

Accidentally matching him one day will end up being a problem.

So you spent your monday bullshitting around town with Billy becoming actual friends

Not telling Frank that you skipped your second Monday wont hurt him.

Part two

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[devils-dares]

congratulations on 600! i love your blog, can i get 📝 a frank castle x fem reader where he is protective of her because she is pregnant? thank you <33 love your writing

absolutely you can my love

your evergrowing tummy began interfering with daily life, from cooking to tying your shoes, hell, you could barely bathe yourself at this point.

that's where frank came in, the second you started to show any discomfort, he took over. he cooked for you, cleaned the apartment for you, ran out at 3 in the morning to fulfill your funkiest cravings, he was the perfect partner for this.

when he found out you were pregnant, he was... distant. you knew he was thinking about his old family and you didn't hold it against him, but when he told you he would be there for you, his devotion never wavered.

he did everything you ask, and everything you didn't ask. constant massages and rubs, he always had a warm bath ready for you at the drop of a hat. you were winter pregnant, so he rarely ever let you leave, stating that the weather was far too cold for you.

the times you did have to leave, for a doctor's appointment and whatnot, he would always make room for you, glaring death at anyone who would dare to bump into you.

and when you were finally ready to give birth? he's right there with you in the delivery room, holding your hand and letting you squeeze it to kingdom come. he takes all the screaming, all the "this is your fault!" abuse you throw, and finally as your child lay on your chest, he turns away, silent sobs wracking his body. you call out for him, wiping his tears away when he comes close. you hand the baby over to him.

"hey there little man, i'm your dad!" frank says in the sweetest voice you think you've ever heard. and as you slip into slumber, you hear frank cooing to your baby, smiling down and crying happy tears.

[annoyingnerdsposts]

Get-up-and-go  part 1

Heyyyyy... so i haven't posted much and I’m sorry for that my life has just been really busy rn and I’m getting back into writing.

ANYWHO- here’s a story with frank and his adoptive child being on the run :)  

Gender neutral reader

relationship is platonic with a capital P

It was late at night, maybe 11 or 12 o;clock but it was late nonetheless. You had fallen asleep on the couch in front of the tv, your arms stretched around the sofa and a blanket covering you. You were melting in the heat of this September night. You began to peel your body off the couch and make your way to the kitchen to make a tea and maybe grab a snack.

the news was on.

It was a rule in your house to always have the news on. If it wasn't on the TV it, was on the radio. But it was always on in some way shape or form. Frank said it was good to know what is going on in the city at all times. 

As the kettle was heating up on the stove you couldn’t help but over hear the story the news anchor was telling.

“An apartment building in Brooklyn was burned to the ground in a booming earlier tonight, the police have no suspects and have made zero arrests as of late, i will keep you updated as the situation unfolds.” 

You move closer to the TV and notice the address of the building.

That’s close to where Miles lives

Miles Morales, your best friend. and a part of your iconic trio. Miles, you and America. Miles was one of the first people you meet in New York, and frankly one of your closest friends.

You pulled your phone out in a panic and clicked on the saved number with miles face on it.

“MILES?!” you yell into the phone “MILES?!”

“..Yeah its me wassup” says a tired Miles. He must have been sleeping by the sound of his grubby voice into the phone. A relieved sign escaped your lips. “Are you OK?! A building near you was blown up !” Now miles must have been a little worried because the sleepy Miles that you called earlier was gone.”What where?!” he said, you could hear his bed squeaking so he must now be sitting up. “ Two streets down from you” I said into the phone, “Turn on the news”. You could hear Miles’ dad call Miles. “ I have to go y/n I’ll call you when I can, OK?” “OK” I replied and hung up. Something was different when you looked at the news screen now. 

12 dead 19 injured.

Fuck.

Amid all this you don’t know where Frank is. Double Fuck. You called him. No answer.  Again. No answer. Again. No answer.

The next 20 minutes consisted of you pacing back and forth in your small apartment trying not to freak the fuck out. Then the door finally opens, Its Frank, and he’s a mess. “Frank” you say staring at him  standing in the hall. Hes covered in blood which. to be fair, is normal Frank behaviour. But what threw you off was what his boots and face was covered in.

Ash, building ash.

“Kid..” he grumbled under his breath. “Y-You need to get your bag.” This time he sounded genuinely worried.

The bag he was lovingly referring to was your ‘Get-up-and-go’ bag. You’ve been with frank since you were a little kid, and since then hes made you pack such a bag. A get-up-and-go bag is used when you and frank need to leave the city fast. That bag contains clothes for 5 days, water, snacks, a first aid kit, 150 dollars in cash and a flip phone burner. On said burner had four numbers, Franks, Karen’s, Curtis’, and some random contact labled ‘Micro’ that frank said you should only use as a last resort.

You nodded and grabbed the bag from under your bed and walked to the front door. Frank was cleaning the blood and ash from his face in the bathroom. He finished up and grabbed his bag and with that, You both disappeared. 

You got into the van and drove away, your head leaning against the window of the vehicle watching your apartment building fade into a speck. You look over at Frank.  “Are you gonna tell me what happened?” you asked calmly, “No”. “When we get somewhere safe we will talk about it, but right now, we need to focus getting out of the city” He states. you wait till you ask the next question. “Dose this have anything to do with what happened in Brooklyn?” You asked. Frank remained  silent.

The city look so different at night. A sea of black with specks of light, each light a home with people who are living out there lives. Its a strange feeling, realising how small we are. As you left the city you and Frank stayed silent. You had millions of questions running through your mind at once but didn't know how to ask them. You looked over at Frank, the same fixed expression as before he looked over to you. It must have been around 1 in the morning at this point. “Hey kid, I know your tired and you want answers and you’ll get them but we need to get out of the city first. he placed a hand on your shoulder. you nodded and laid your head on the window of the van and fell asleep.

You woke up at 4:00 because Frank swerved the car and you almost crashed. “Frank, you need sleep” you said. Frank let out a sigh. “The next motel I see, were staying there” you noded and the both of you continued driving. 

You pulled into this shady motel of the street and got a two bedroom for a night. You flopped into the bed as did Frank.

“Fuck” Frank said

“What?” You said “What did you do?”

“Y’know that building that blew up in Brooklyn?”

“Yes”

“I blew it up”

Triple Fuck.

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Sooooooooo that was part one, if you want a part two let me know cause i have big plans for this story and yeah thanks for reading i appriciate it :)

heres the link to part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/annoyingnerdsposts/694144608735739904?source=share

[aza-writes]

Vote Please

Pick the new cover for blood red

I’m gonna add the tittle soon but with or without

[buckyhoney]

what do you think frank listens too? and why is it 70’s/80’s rock?

[faithfullyscarred]

❦ old works ❦

we’re entering a new era babes 🙏🏻

maverlouslyrandom -> faithfullyscarred

my writing and what i write has changed, but here are some of my old writings <3

requests are open :)

✺ Bucky Barnes

hold me close - deaf!reader likes to rest their head on Bucky’s chest and he gets curious about why (fluff)

together - bucky helps the reader through a panic attack (fluff)

✺ Erik Lehnsherr

a better life - erik tries to convince mutant!reader that he can help them fulfill their full potential

✺ Frank Castle

game night - reader accidentally calls Frank "dad" for the first time (platonic, fluff)

wrong place, wrong time - Frank helps the reader after they see something they weren’t supposed to (platonic, comfort)

no big deal - reader takes a fall and gets hurt while Frank is out, he’s unaware and they end up fighting. The next morning he has to help them (angst, sort of fluff at the end)

imagine being pregnant with Frank’s baby (fluff)

fall weather - walking out with frank in the cold (fluff)

don't go - being pregnant and afraid to tell Frank, but he finds out (sad?? not a bad end though)

✺ Alfie Solomons

nothing - reader death - shelby!reader gets shot by people after tommy, alfie confronts him about it (angst)

[celestialglow24]

••• Sharing the Bed•••

Frank Castle x AFAB Reader

Reader is wondering how things will be with Frank now after asking him to be her fake boyfriend at her sister’s wedding.

3.9k words

Inspired by the faking dating prompts from @thelonelyempath https://www.tumblr.com/thelonelyempath/705043295893618688/fake-dating-prompts?source=share

Using prompt #25 “I kinda liked sharing the bed with you”

I’ve had such a writing bug lately and im taking advantage of it while i’ve got it! Enjoy xxx

You were nervous to see him again.

It had been a couple weeks since you’d convinced Frank to be your fake boyfriend for your sister’s wedding.

You had panicked when your mom called you at work, saying you had pushed it off long enough and she needed an answer right now if you were bringing a plus one or not.

You almost said no, but after she made a snide comment about already knowing the answer—she was just asking as a courtesy to your sister—you cracked and told her you’d been seeing someone for months now.

When she asked who, your eyes had landed on one of the few patrons left at the bar that night.

Frank Castle.

Surprisingly he agreed to go. It was probably the desperation in your voice and the pleading of your eyes—you didn’t have time to think about how pathetic you felt—but you were thankful nonetheless.

It’s been 14 days since you got back and you haven’t seen him since. Not that you were counting the days or anything.

No texts.

No phone calls.

Just silence.

Normally you wouldn’t think much of it. Even though Frank had become a regular at the bar and restaurant you worked at, he’d disappear for days and weeks at a time.

You’d try and make small talk when he came back. Hoping to get any kind of inclination as to what Frank Castle got up to in his spare time.

He was still such a mystery to you. A very attractive mystery at that. One that you were determined to figure out.

However, as much as you tried, you never got the answer you were searching for.

It was always “business” or “nothing you’d find interesting, sweetheart”.

You never really gave it much thought when he offered those responses, you just accepted that Frank was not an open book. He was a locked book. One kept on the highest shelf that you’d probably never be able to reach.

And yet despite knowing all this you couldn’t help but wonder if your time away together had anything to do with his sudden absence.

You worried things would get awkward. Especially after having to share a bed together. He offered to sleep on the floor but you shot that down quick.

Not only would you feel enormously guilty having him sleep on the hardwood floor—he complained about his back a lot—but you were worried someone might walk in and your fake dating charade would unravel.

The silent crush you’d been harboring had only gotten louder after several days with Frank. Having to hold hands, talk sweetly to each other and even slow dance at the wedding had your mind all in a haze.

What was real and what wasn’t?

Did he feel anything? Or was he just a really good actor?

It was driving you crazy.

One thing was for certain, your family adored him. Especially your equally intimidating, hard-to-please father.

In fact, your dad liked him so much he invited him to go hunting in a few months.

It had taken years before he even extended an invite like that to your sister’s now husband.

You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing when you watched the way his eyes had widened and mouth parted when Frank agreed to go—your sister offering a reassuring pat to his arm.

You figured it had something to do with the fact they were both veterans. Your dad took an instant liking to anyone who could relate to the struggle and strength it took to serve in the military.

And your mother. The way she fawned over everything Frank said and did. His manners, how he consistently answered with “yes, ma’am” and “no, ma’am”.

She just about fell over when she came into the kitchen one morning to find he had managed to fix that pesky dishwasher that had been giving her trouble for months.

You smiled at the memory, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. Another thought had overshadowed it. One that caused a sudden pit to form in your stomach. How were you going to break the news to your family that things with Frank weren’t working out?

The plan was to give it a few weeks and then call to let them know you’d decided to take some time apart. You were both realizing you needed different things, but you would remain friends.

It sounded reasonable, but now? You didn’t think you could handle their disappointment.

You’d never seen them so proud of you. So happy for you. Pleasing your parents always felt like an impossible task. The closer you got there was always some dip in the road that caused that approval to move further and further away.

You finally bring someone home that they approved of only to rip the hope away from them. You were sure they’d find some way to blame it all on you.

You were starting to remember what it felt like when you told them you wouldn’t be going to college.

It didn’t matter that you were excellent at your job, managing both the bar and the restaurant on your own. It didn’t matter that you were able to make more than enough money to support yourself. And it certainly didn’t matter that you had helped exceed the profit goals of each quarter since you started.

It didn’t matter that you had been busting your ass to save back money to buy the place for yourself when the owner retired soon.

It only mattered that you didn’t have a “career” or a family to call your own.

Frank had picked up on the tension pretty early on. He did his best to talk you up. You found it sweet. Endearing even.

One night, while the two of you were dancing to some slow, sappy song your sister picked out, Frank called you out on your off demeanor.

You were surprised he noticed, you thought you had mastered the art of appearing fine when deep down you really weren’t.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” he spoke lowly in your ear. One of his hands rested on the small of your back while the other held your hand close to his chest. His thumb ran back and forth along your hand and you tried to ignore the swarm of butterflies wreaking havoc on your stomach.

“I’m wondering how Uncle Steven has managed to go this long without throwing up. I thought for sure the cupid shuffle would’ve done it.”

Frank turned to look in the direction you were staring. Your Uncle Steven was somehow still performing the steps to the dance from 3 songs ago. Frank lightly chuckled as he watched Steven spill some of his beer on the couple next to him.

Though he couldn’t deny he was also wondering how the old man hadn’t crashed yet, he knew that’s not what you were really thinking about.

You were trying to deflect.

He was starting to learn just how stubborn you could be, but unlucky for you, Frank wasn’t gonna let you off the hook that easily.

“Nah that ain’t it.” he shook his head. “I can tell there’s a lot more going on behind those eyes.”

You were slightly relieved the lights were dim in the reception so he couldn’t see the deep blush heating up your face. You weren’t good at making eye contact with people you were crushing on.

“I think you’re imagining things.” you replied avoiding his gaze. “I’m just tired, I think this week is finally catching up to me.”

“Hm.” Frank hummed.

“What?”

“I think we’re about to have our first fight.”

You scoffed, ”Oh yeah? and what’s this ‘first fight’ gonna be about?”

“How you’re lying to your boyfriend.” he replied, speaking low into your ear again. It shouldn’t have caused the hairs on your neck to stand up but it certainly did.

“Look, you listen to assholes mope and complain all day long about their sad fucked up lives. I think it’s only fair to return the favor.” he shrugged. “So tonight i’ll do your job and you can let it all out right now. Minus the crude comments and shitty tips.”

You were about to laugh and lightly shove Frank for messing with you, but the look on his face made you pause.

He was being serious.

“Is it your folks?” he asked. “I saw your face when your dad gave that speech. That smile you were forcin’, it didn’t reach your eyes.”

You bit your lip and lowered your stare to the dress shirt he was wearing, playing nervously with one of the buttons to avoid looking up at him.

“That obvious huh?” you laughed sadly.

Frank felt bad as he watched the hurt wash over your features. He knew all too well the overwhelming pressure to please one’s family. He grew up with an overbearing father who never thought he’d amount to anything.

He knew how much that disappointment could eat you alive.

“It’s just, no matter what I do. I know my dad will never speak about me the way he does my sister. She’s an ivy league graduate who just got into med school. She’s married now, moving to a new city and probably going to be popping out kids before the end of next year. and me? In his eyes I'm just a bartender in a small town with no ambitious goal in sight.”

Frank nodded in understanding. He could see from the outside how the comparison could make you feel that way.

“Are you happy?”

You thought about it for a second. Even though the job had its ups and downs—managing a restaurant and a busy bar was no easy feat—you could honestly say you enjoyed what you did.

You got to know a lot of the locals well and it always made you feel good to know that you’d helped make their day or night a little better.

You loved the house you recently bought. It was a bit of a fixer upper but it was yours.

You loved how independent you were. How you could come home after a long day and you didn’t have to cook for a litter of kids.

It was just your dog, cat and you.

“Honestly? Yeah, I think I am.”

“Then fuck em.” he shrugged.

“Frank I-”

“Nah, nah.” he cut you off. “I know that’s your family but that don’t mean they’re always right. If you like what you do and you’re happy then who gives a shit what anyone else thinks.”

You processed Frank’s words and while you knew he was probably right, it didn’t mean it was easy to just tune out your parents’ criticism.

Frank seemed to know what you weren’t saying out loud because he followed it up with something that made your heart swell.

“All i’m saying is if they can look at you and what you’re doing and feel anything but proud there’s something wrong with ‘em. Not you.”

You could’ve kissed him right there but the song had ended and couples were clearing the dance floor.

Instead you walked back to the table with Frank, your arm looped through his.

You couldn’t help but think about how this man was screwing with your heart and your head and he didn’t even know it.

That much was still true all these days later. At this point you were dying for him to show up again.

Even if he didn’t talk to you, you’d at least know he wasn’t avoiding this whole place because of you.

The night was winding down, the 2 am crowd had begun to disperse and your eyes were fighting hard to stay awake. You’d chosen to work a double today, one of the other bartenders had a family emergency.

In your 20s you could work shifts like this and bounce right back the next day but now? In your 30s you were lucky if you managed to wake up without an achy back and sore feet.

“Phil, I'm gonna run the last of the trash out and then I'm heading home. I left the keys to lock up in the front drawer.” you shouted to the line cook in the back.

You could see him mopping up the kitchen floor so you knew he wouldn’t be too far behind you.

“You sure you don’t want me to go with ya this time?” he shouted back, “I’d hate for a creepy critter to make you run like you’d seen a ghost again.”

You rolled your eyes as Phil roared with laughter. Referencing the one time a little group of racoons had taken up residence inside the restaurant dumpster and sent you running like Freddy Krueger himself was chasing you.

“I think i’ll manage this time Phil, thanks for looking out.” you replied playfully.

You picked up the large trash bags and backed into the front door to head out. It was really inconvenient but they recently had moved the trash compactor across the street.

Not only was it annoying during the day when the streets were busy but it was extra spooky at night.

Once you were out of the door you turned around only to gasp and drop the trash bags you were holding.

“Jesus, Frank.” you cried, “What the hell were you trying to do, give me a fucking heart attack?”

You were too distracted by the adrenaline coursing through your veins to realize the man you’d been waiting to see for the last two weeks was finally standing in front of you.

“My bad, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that. I tried to go by your place and you weren’t there so I figured you might be here.”

You blew out a puff of hair and a couple pieces of your hair went flying.

“You were looking for me?”

“Yeah, sorry I know it’s late. I wanted to make sure you got this back. Somehow I think it got mixed up in my things.”

Frank pulled out a pink phone charger from his jacket pocket and extended it out to you.

You had a million of these things scattered around your house so you honestly hadn’t noticed it was missing. It was sweet of him to bring it back to you though.

“Oh Frank, you didn’t have to worry about that.” you replied, walking forward to retrieve it. “But thank you”.

You beamed a genuine smile at Frank while holding up the charger in your hand and he thought his heart had grown 2 sizes. Just like the Grinch his kids used to watch.

There was something about your smile that always stopped him in his tracks. He would never get tired of seeing it.

“Nah it’s nothin’.” he shrugged. “May I?”

He gestured toward the garbage bags sitting on the ground and bent over to pick them up.

“You don’t have to!” you tried to stop him, but subconsciously you knew it would be pointless.

Frank was always a gentleman and while he knew you would have no trouble carrying them on your own, he wouldn’t feel right not offering a hand.

“Can I atleast carry one of them?” you asked sweetly.

There was that damn smile again. How could he say no?

The two of you walked in silence for a bit, it wasn’t awkward but it was clear you were both trying to think of what to say next.

How do two people that recently spent a week pretending to be a couple go back to normal?

You decided to break the silence as the two of you walked back toward the bar.

“I, um, never got to properly thank you for helping with my family. I know it was probably a bit weird but it meant more to me than you could ever know. I think my parents would’ve had us get married that same night if it were up to them.” you laughed, playing nervously with your hands.

“Is that right?” Franked looked down at you with an amused expression.

“God, yes. I think you’re probably gonna be the only guy I bring home that they will ever like. I actually feel bad for the next guy that has to live up to the great Frank Castle.” you nudged him as you walked and he let out the most glorious laugh you’d ever heard.

You wanted to hear that more.

“Well if i’m the measuring stick for all the future men in your life then it’s your parents I feel sorry for.”

“Hey!” you exclaimed, playfully swatting his shoulder, “What do you mean by ‘all the future men in your life’? You think I still got a revolving door of men to get through before I finally settle down?”

It was meant to be playful banter, but there was a look that settled in Frank’s eyes and the mood suddenly got a bit more serious.

“I sure hope not.”

You weren’t sure how to take his comment. Maybe you were over analyzing but there was a part of you that was hoping he said that because he wanted you.

Wishful thinking of course.

You cleared your throat to help ease the tension.

“So, you just get back from whatever mystery place you squandered off to?”

“Just taking care of some business, sweetheart.”

That famous phrase again. You simply nodded. Accepting once again that you would probably not get any further information than that.

“But you know it’s funny.” he smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets. “There I was, lying in bed in some run down roach motel off the highway, having a hell of time trying to fall asleep each night.

“It coulda been the state of the motel—that place was a real shitbox—but the more I laid there, the more I realized it felt like I was missing something.”

Frank started fidgeting a bit. Almost like he was nervous or something. It was strange. You didn't think a guy like him got nervous.

“I realized, I kinda liked sharing the bed with you.”

Your heart started hammering away in your chest. Did you hear him right? Frank Castle liked sharing a bed with you? So much so that it was keeping him up at night?

You had to be dreaming.

“Really?”

You tried to act nonchalant but the word came out all high and squeaky. You don’t think Frank noticed though.

“Yeah, believe it or not I’d gotten so used to having no covers at night, I just tossed the damn thing on the ground.”

You gasped and punched his shoulder slightly. “Hey, I warned you I would probably take all the blankets. You coulda pulled them right back.”

Frank laughed again.

“Nah, you were too cute wrapped up like a burrito. Besides, I was more worried if I tried you’d whack my head or kick my nuts. You sure do move around a lot in your sleep.”

You feigned hurt, placing a hand to your chest.

“And just why do you miss sharing a bed with me so much? It doesn't sound so pleasant based on what you’re saying.”

Frank looked off and smiled. “I don’t know.”

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you.

“Look, uh, I’m not really good at this. I’ve been out of the game for a long time so you’ll have to forgive me but-”

“Frank Castle.” you cut him off.

“Yeah?”

“Are you about to ask if you can sleep in my bed tonight?”

Frank’s eyebrows shot up and a panicked sort of look took residence on his face. “Shit, no I didn’t mean it like that. I was just-”

He stopped when he saw you throw your head back in laughter.

“What?” he asked, trying to fight off the smile that was beginning to form on his own face. Your laugh was just too damn contagious.

“I’m sorry,” you said between breaths,”You shoulda seen your face. I was just messing with you Frank.”

“Oh yeah?” he laughed, poking your side. “You think that shit was funny huh?”

Suddenly you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and over Frank’s shoulder. “I can be real fucking hilarious. How about I carry you home just like this?”

“Frank!” you screamed playfully, swatting at his back. “Put me down you asshole!”

“No, I think I like this view better.”

You continued to hit his back and laugh. You were just about to come back with your own smart comment when you heard a car pull up beside you.

“Is everything alright here?”

You turned to look, adjusting your hair so it was out of your face. It was an officer staring at you both with a confused expression.

You could’ve sworn you heard Frank growl a little bit.

“Uh we’re good officer!” you smiled, giving him a thumbs up.

“She had a bit too much to drink tonight. Tried to drive home. Just makin sure she gets home safe. She’s a stubborn thing.” Frank spoke up, making sure to pat your ass for dramatic effect.

The officer seemed to buy this story.

“Well miss, you got a good man there. You should probably listen to him more often.” he replied before rolling up the window.

You gasped and Frank roared with laughter.

“Thanks officer!” he shouted as the man drove away.

You poked his side hard and he finally released you, setting you down in front of him. Your faces were real close together now, and the smiles you both had slowly fell.

There was a quiet moment before you quickly leaned in and kissed Frank. He seemed surprised at first but thankfully responded and pulled you in tighter.

His hands roamed your body while yours held his face.

You pulled away gently, and he rested his forehead on yours.

“You know, I thought you’d been avoiding me.” you said quietly.

“Yeah?” he replied, moving a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I know you disappear sometimes but I thought this time was gonna be different.”

Frank nodded, running his hands down your shoulders before grabbing both of your hands in his own.

“You know, I got a confession.” he said quietly, “I swiped that phone charger before we left.”

You leaned back and looked up at him.

“What?”

He let out a soft chuckle. “I know it’s stupid but I wanted an excuse to see you again. Like I said, it's been a while since I’ve done anything like this and I didn’t think I could just approach you in the bar like before.”

“It’s not stupid.” you smiled, squeezing his hands. “It’s sweet.”

“So i’m sweet now? Just a second ago I was a asshole.”

“Both can be true.” you shrugged.

He scoffed. “Come here.”

Frank pulled you into him and you wrapped your arms around his waist. He placed a kiss on your head and it suddenly felt like it did when you were with your parents.

It just felt natural.

“Let me take you out.” he said, pulling back and tilting your chin up at him. “On a real date.”

You bit your lip and smiled, “I’d like that.”

“Good.” he replied before kissing you again.

“Now let’s go before that cop comes back around and you gotta act drunk for him.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever you say, Frank. I gotta listen to you more right?”

“Attagirl.” he smiled, before putting his arm around your shoulder.

[bellaxgiornata]

Neighbors [Prologue]

Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: Between running Common Grounds, chasing after your escape artist husky, and helping your financially struggling brother out by watching your niece, your days are always busy. But shortly after a new neighbor moves into the other side of your duplex, you start receiving mysterious threats. Surprisingly, you eventually find safety and comfort in the reclusive neighbor whom your niece and dog have both come to befriend.

Warnings/tags: 18+; contains friends to lovers, violence, fluff, eventual smut, angst

a/n: This is just a short prologue to this little fic and unfortunately there's only mentions of Frank, he doesn't make an appearance until the first chapter. Also yes, Reader has a family, but I try my best to keep physical descriptions nonexistent and allow for y'all reading to either view Reader as biologically related to her brother, or to view her as adopted at birth. Feedback is always appreciated and the chapter list for future updates can be found here!

Tag list: @danzer8705

“Alright, coffee bean,” you said, opening the back door of your car, “what’s first on the agenda for this afternoon?”

A bright smile lit up Lily’s face as you leaned into the backseat, beginning to unbuckle her from the carseat. Her feet swung back and forth in her pink shoes as she waited for you to undo the restraints, a thoughtful ‘hmm’ coming from her as you undid each buckle. Though you already knew what she was going to say, because it was the same answer every time.

“First we need a snack,” she answered.

“Oh we do, do we?” you asked with a grin.

“We always start with snack time, Nini,” she stated matter-of-factly in her small voice.

Your grin grew wider at the nickname she still called you after all these years. When she was younger, she'd struggled to properly say ‘auntie,’ instead the word coming out as ‘nini.’ So Nini you happily became.

Finished with undoing her buckles, Lily slid out of her seat, grabbing her backpack and stuffed husky–the plush that was almost an exact replica of your dog that she carried absolutely everywhere with her–from the seat beside her. While she began to climb her way out of the car, your attention was drawn away by the sound of your neighbor’s front door closing. Glancing over your shoulder and past your driveway over to the duplex beside yours, you spotted your landlord, Cora. Her back was to you as she continued to lock up the duplex next door to yours. 

You’d been wondering why her car had been parked in the neighboring driveway when you’d first pulled up. She hadn’t mentioned anything about stopping by for anything today to you, so you figured her visit had something to do with the neighboring unit. Curiously you wondered if she had finally gotten a tenant for that duplex, because you knew it had been empty for the past couple of months. Not many people wanted to move to a small town in Michigan. Though it wasn’t like you’d been complaining about the lack of noisy neighbors for the past couple of months. The peaceful silence of not sharing a wall with someone had been great, and so had been having the entire shared backyard to yourself.

Lily’s small hand grabbing onto yours broke you from your thoughts, your focus shifting back down to her now standing at your side. She was grinning up at you, her purple backpack on her back and her husky clutched tight to her chest with her other arm. 

She’d just finished preschool for the day today, and as usual, you’d picked her up afterwards. She attended preschool three days a week for only half a day–paid for by you, because your brother was struggling to make ends meet as it was being a single dad in debt. He sometimes even worked a second job at a bar in town at night, and on those nights Lily stayed with you. 

Your brother Jamie was truthfully a great father, but he had been struggling financially even before Lily came into the picture. It didn't help that Lily’s mother had bailed on the pair of them almost immediately after giving birth, leaving Jamie all alone to figure everything out.

All alone except for you, of course. Because there was no way in hell you'd let your brother and his poor little baby girl suffer. Since Jamie couldn’t afford traditional daycare, you had offered to watch your niece whenever he was working. And it had been that way for years. Nowadays that meant sometimes you’d take her down to Common Grounds, the coffee shop you owned downtown, and let her help you out or work on her own activities while you finished whatever you needed to. Other days you’d find ways to keep the pair of you entertained at your place or around town. It was an arrangement you didn’t truthfully mind because Lily was a fairly well behaved four year old and you genuinely loved spending time with her. You knew you'd miss her constant company when she finally started kindergarten in the fall.

“And what do you think we should have for a snack?” you asked her.

“Apple cookies!” she exclaimed instantly. “You make them better than daddy!”

“Well you're in luck,” you told her, closing the car door, “because I just bought fresh strawberries yesterday.”

Beside you, Lily happily jumped up and down, emitting a squeal of delight. The sight of her had you laughing as she began pulling at your hand, beginning to drag you up the length of the driveway. But the pair of you didn't get far before you heard your name being called out. Turning towards the voice, you spotted your landlord Cora. You sent her a smile and a wave in greeting.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Phillips!” Lily cheerfully called out, waving her stuffed husky enthusiastically at Cora.

“And good afternoon to you, Lily!” Cora said, stopping at the edge of the neighboring driveway and leaning down towards the girl. “How was preschool today?”

“Good!” Lily exclaimed. “Nini and I are going to make apple cookies for snack now!”

“Oh you are? Well those sound yummy,” Cora told her. Her eyes returned to you, a warm smile on her face as she straightened back up. “And how're you doing, dear?”

Laughing lightly, you shrugged your shoulders. “About as busy as always,” you replied. “But that's better than being bored, I suppose.” You gestured your head towards the duplex she just left. “Did you finally find someone for the unit?”

Cora nodded as she said, “I did, actually. So it seems you'll finally be getting a neighbor. Just one, though. But he seemed to be a very polite gentlemen from the few times we have spoken at least.”

Your heart sank at the news, but you did your best to refrain from letting the disappointment show on your face. So not only were you getting a neighbor again, but it was a single man. Probably a bachelor of some sort. You only hoped he wouldn't be bringing many dates back to his place. Not just because you didn't want to hear anything through that shared wall, but you didn't want Lily to overhear anything on the nights she stayed over, either. 

“Oh?” you asked. “When uh, when is he moving in?”

“He moves in tomorrow actually,” Cora told you. “He seemed eager to get settled in as soon as possible and I couldn't quite complain. I've been needing to fill that place for a while now.”

Lily began to tug impatiently at your hand. Glancing down at her, you saw the slight frown on her face. She was tired of the ‘adult talk’ already, you could see it on her face. 

“I suppose I'll be meeting him soon then,” you said, focusing back on Cora. “But I should probably get Lily inside and get going on those apple cookies of hers.”

Lily resumed enthusiastically hopping from one foot to the other at the mention of her favorite snack. “Yes please, Nini!” 

“Alright dear,” Cora said, that warm smile still on her face. “You girls take care. And let me know if there's any problems with the new neighbor, okay? You know I worry about you two.”

Taking a step back in the direction of your front door, you nodded. “I'm sure everything will be just fine, Cora,” you told her. “But I'll be sure to let you know if anything comes up.”

You sent her a final wave before turning around and continuing up towards your own front door, Lily once again tugging at your hand. As the pair of you neared the front window of your duplex, you could hear the distinct happy barks of greeting from your husky. She was standing at the front window, her tail wagging enthusiastically as faint whines penetrated through the glass in between her impatient barks.

“Penny! Penny!” Lily cried out.

The little girl released your hand, bolting over towards the window. Penny's whining only increased in response to your niece as you finished making your way to the front door, searching for the correct key on your keyring. Placing your key into the lock, you twisted it just before the sound of Penny's feet frantically racing over towards the door met your ears. Seconds later Lily was back at your side, excitedly bursting into your place in front of you the moment the door was opened. Her arms were wrapped around Penny's neck in a hug by the time you stepped inside, giggling as your dog began to happily lick the side of her face.

“Lily, shoes off please!” you called out to her.

Reluctantly breaking away from Penny, Lily made her way back over to where you were taking off your shoes in the entryway. As she sat down to take hers off, you placed yours in the entry closet. 

“So what should we do after snack time today?” you asked her, turning around and helping her remove her shoes. “We have a couple of hours before your dad comes to pick you up. Should we watch a movie? Color? Find a craft to do?”

You grabbed Lily’s shoes from her, turning back around to place them in the closet beside yours before closing the door. When you focused back on her, she was contentedly scratching Penny's ears and watching as the dog's tongue lolled out of her mouth in sheer bliss, Penny’s eyes partially closing. 

“No, I don't want to do those today,” Lily told you, shaking her head. “I want to…bake!” 

“Okay,” you said, making your way through the living room and towards your kitchen. “What do you want to bake? Brownies? Cookies?”

“Cookies!” she replied. “For your new neighbor!”

You paused at the entrance of your kitchen, your back to your niece as you heard her little footsteps and Penny's following after you. You hadn't expected that to be her answer. 

“Alright,” you said slowly, dragging the word out. “So…you want to make cookies for the new neighbor moving in tomorrow?” 

“Yep!” she answered. “It’s nice to bring people cookies, isn’t it?”

“Well, yeah,” you replied. “So should we make chocolate chip cookies after snack time, then?”

“Uh uh,” she immediately replied. “Heart cookies.”

Your eyebrows shot up even further onto your forehead. She wanted you to make heart shaped cookies for your new, single male neighbor? 

“Coffee bean,” you began carefully, turning around to face her, “it's not February anymore. We don't–”

Lily crossed her arms over her chest, stomping one foot down in defiance as she stared up at you. “I want to make him heart cookies with pink frosting and sprinkles, Nini.”

You stood there for a moment dumbfounded, your gaze holding her unwavering one. When she didn't back down, your eyes shifted over to Penny who was standing beside her. The dog's head only tilted to the side as she sat down, somehow seemingly mimicking your niece's defiant posture. With a sigh you turned back around, heading over to your fridge and feeling outnumbered.

“Okay, okay,” you relented. “After snack time we can make my new neighbor heart shaped cookies with pink frosting and sprinkles.”

“Yay!” Lily cheered, running over to sit at the kitchen table, Penny darting off just behind her. “They're going to be so beautiful! He’s going to love them!”

And hopefully this new neighbor is truly as nice and polite as Cora said , you thought as you grabbed an apple from out of the fruit drawer of your fridge. Because I don't know how a grown single man is going to react to receiving heart shaped cookies with sprinkles as a welcome gift…but so help me he better not hurt her feelings.

[frankenhookersmonster]

fictober day thirty one - hookup, lovebug!frank castle x reader

warnings - 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, dad's best friend!frank castle x reader, smut (p in v)

word count - 1.8k

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a/n - a little treat for the end of fictober :] ty for reading

October Thirty-First, one year after leaving

Everything hurt. You were conscious, compared to your fleeting lucidity the day before, and that only amplified your pain. Your wisdom teeth had been bothering you for a bit, you knew you needed them out for a while but only recently it had become unbearable. Unfortunately for you, this overlapped with Halloween. You had made plans to go out with some friends, dress up cute, maybe get a little bit fucked up if you so felt. The plans dissolved, though, and now you were plopped down on the couch in a manageable amount of pain. Halloweentown played on the tv, you swallowed as much water as you could and hugged a stuffed animal you had left at home over a year ago. 

The door creaked open, it was just loud enough for you to hear, along with the shaking off of boots. Sock clad feet walked up to the living room, and unfortunately for you, the closer they got the more recognizable they became.

“Cozy?” You looked up to Frank, who was pulling off a heavy, brown canvas jacket. You figured he’d stop by at some point, you couldn’t really escape him try as you might. You nodded, drinking what was left of your water and hearing the ice clatter around the glass. “Here.” Frank held his hand out, flexing his fingers. “You don’t have to.” You mumbled, voice straining which made him have to hide a smile. “Just give it.”

He disappeared into the kitchen with your cup, you could hear him add ice and fill it with water. When he came back in you took him in fully, the red of his cheeks disappearing as he warmed up in your house. “Thank you.” Your words were quick, choking them down with a sip of your new water. “No problem.” Frank let out a huff as he sat down next to you. 

“The hell is this movie?” You snorted, turning to see his furrowed brows as he scanned the screen. “Have you never seen Halloweentown?” He looked at you then, his arms still resting on his thighs. “The fuck is a Halloweentown?” 

You laughed loudly, ignoring the pain in your throat. He frowned, leaning back against the couch cushions. “You mean to tell me you’ve never seen the 1998 Disney Channel classic?” Frank shrugged. “I’m an old fuck, remember?” He smiled, reaching a hand over to tuck some hair behind your ear. It had been a minute since you had been with Frank, going on ten months at this point, but he still had that effect on you. Butterflies were forming, though you did your best to ignore them. 

“How’s the recovery going?” His eyes were burrowing into you, tongue slotted in between his teeth. You hummed, shutting your eyes as his touch around your jaw lingered. “It’s been, like, four days and it still hurts like a bitch.” Frank pouted, his hand wandering down to hold your throat gently. If he asked you to speak you would’ve stuttered, your face would’ve flushed and your eye’s would’ve blinked too much. 

“Would it hurt, like a bitch, if I kissed you?” You knew it would happen sooner or later, you just didn’t expect it to be so sudden. You didn’t mind, though, because you’d be lying if just seeing him wasn’t turning you on. “N-no.” You stuttered, feeling your hands get clammy under your fuzzy blanket.

Frank leaned close, you could feel his hot breath against your lips before he moved his face to your neck. You groaned, a mix of arousal and annoyance when he didn’t connect your mouths. He moved to the other side of your neck to leave a kiss, then to the center just below your chin. He moved to your chin, then hovered over your lips just long enough to hear you whimper. He smiled, tilting his head to lay his lips on your cheek, then slowly moving himself to kiss your other cheek. 

“What are you doing, ah-” Frank licked a stripe up your neck, taking his time to coat your throat in his spit. Once he removed himself from your skin, left a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. “Not gonna share my spit with someone who just had oral surgery, sweetheart.” 

In one swift movement, Frank pulled your blankets off of you to reveal your body, covered in your favorite comfy clothes. “Nice pajamas.” He snorted, you went to cover your face but Frank kissed the backs of your hands. He pulled you close, gently resting you down on the back of the couch. 

Frank’s mouth moved down to your chest, the small amount of skin that was showing was covered in wet kisses while his fingers tugged on the ends of your shirt. You took your hand and placed it over his. “Can I keep it?” It wasn’t like Frank hadn’t seen every inch of you, because he certainly had. It had been a while, though, and being on the couch for the past few days had made you feel a little gross and unsexy. “Of course.” He smiled at you, planting a kiss on your forehead, which immediately made your confidence grow. 

“How about the shorts?” He had moved closer to your lower half, waistband of both your sweat shorts and your underwear in between his fingers. “T-Take them off, please.” You muttered, adjusting yourself and lifting your hips so he could pull your clothes down. His lips met your hips, then your naval, and then your belly. You giggled, though it was met with a moan when his fingers came up to your core. “There it is. Missed this.” He mumbled against your skin. 

“Where’s your dad? Lena?” He looked up at you with blown pupils, fingers still playing with your cunt while you tried to search for an answer. “At a b-bar. The new one that just opened, Lena’s friend owns it, fuck.” He clicked his tongue, massaging the skin on your hips with his hands. “You poor, poor thing. Dad left you all alone after you got your wisdom teeth out, huh.” You wanted to remind him that you were pretty much healed, that the pain was bad though manageable, but you didn’t let yourself turn to putty in his grip. 

“Bet I could slip in right now, and I’ve barely touched you. Wanna find out?” Before he even finished his sentence, he was pulling his shirt off and unzipping his pants. You saw the imprint through his boxers as you adjusted yourself, let your legs spread to either side of Frank and gave a view of all of you. He smiled, pulling down what was left of his clothes before he took a thumb to your swelling clit, cold air hitting it harshly. You shivered, “Please, Frankie.”

Pushed in, taking his time. He looked at your face, your expression blissed out. He ate it up, leaning down to suck on your neck harshly. He stayed put for a moment, basking in your heat, the heat that he missed so dearly. “Fuck me already, please, god. I’m already in pain, I just need you to do this for me, Frankie.” He was stunned, in all the time that Frank had known you, nothing like that had ever slipped from your lips, especially when you were underneath him like this. 

He did as you asked, gently rocking his hips against you at first. His pace quickened fast enough, hair falling into his face while he tried to look into your eyes. Your vision was a bit blurry, light moans escaping your lips before he hit your favorite spot. He knew he was close to it before you did, even after all this time he still knew your body like the back of his hand. You let him know, though, because a long, deep moan came out and shook him, he could have cum from just that.

“You miss this too, sweetheart?” You nodded, though you weren’t sure if it was the truth. Maybe you did miss him, maybe you just missed sex this good. It was hard to tell when Frank was doing everything right, everything perfect, and giving you the attention you craved. “You fuck me so good, Frank, love it when you fuck me like this.”

He continued to kiss your skin, masking his moans when he did so. He hadn’t had sex like this in a while, and having it with you was a dream come true. When he came over, he didn’t expect to end up inside of you. Frank saw the cars, apart from yours, missing from the driveway. He remembered watching your dad all but carry you into the house a few days before, gauze hanging out of your mouth and giggles coming from both of you. He didn’t want you to be alone, he did care about you and all so the thought of you helpless in the house with a wisdom toothless mouth made him frown. 

His actions were self indulgent. Frank couldn’t lie, he came over with some ulterior motives, even put a condom he didn’t end up using in his pocket. He didn’t expect you to be so susceptible, he didn’t think you would be until he was inside of you, seeing the way your face twisted up like it always did.

You were squeezing him tight, holding him close to your skin. Normally he’d be hiss, shake off the grip, but being with you again had made him ignore the pain. “Yeah, that’s it. Feels so good, uh-” He was getting close, and though he tried to edge himself it was hard with the way your cunt was gripping him. 

You didn’t even notice the tears falling from your eyes, but Frank did, clearing them away with his lips. A hand came to rest on your cheek, thumb swiping away the mix of teardrops and Frank’s saliva that laid on your face. “You’re so fucking pretty, Jesus Christ.” He hid in the crook of your neck, trying to avoid his orgasm. “Frank, hmm making me feel amazing, just like you always do.” 

“I’m gonna cum if you keep talking to me like that.” You giggled, interrupted by a sharp moan. “Isn’t that the point?”He groaned. “Where, tell me where to cum sweetheart.” You thought for a moment, hard as it was as he fucked your swollen folds. “T-Thighs.”

He nodded, though you came before the thought of his seed covering your skin could fully soak in. He helped you ride out your orgasm before quickly pulling out. He pushed your knees to your chest and came on the back of your thighs in long spurts. When your eyes opened you could see his face, furrowed brows and gaping mouth as he painted your skin.

Once he was done, still catching his breath, he took a thumb to wipe the cum around. “I’ll get a towel in a second, I just,” He trailed off, lost in watching the cum drip onto the couch. “Frankie, it'll stain.” You whined. He heard you, though he still took his time with your fucked out body. “Pretty, pretty baby.” He leaned down to kiss the back of your kneecaps. “Towel, now.”

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[strawhbrrries]

Ride, Cowgirl.

pairing: dbf!southern!frank castle x afab!reader

summary: neither of you can keep last night off your mind, needing more Frank finds comfort in your room.

warnings: age gap (reader is 22, frank is 52), use of pet names, dirty dirty thoughts!!!, mention of a divorced dad?, fingering, sex!!, praise kink asf, oral (f receiving), soft frank, reader calls him frankie accidentally, frank making noise in bed, riding like a cowgirl!!, bearded frank <3, no mentions of y/n, no descriptions of reader, not proofread

word count: 3514 words

author’s note: I’m in love with darlin’ and frank, they are simply the lomls currently. anyway, the end gives the perfect set up for a third part if it is desired!! In the meantime, it’s 1;30 am for me and I need sleep!! please enjoy &lt;3

read the first part cowgirl ! and the next part cowboy hats !

Boyfriend by COIN played on the speaker your dad, conveniently, left outside as you laid on one of the pool loungers.  Thoughts of Frank consuming your mind, thoughts of his hands and his voice and the way he smelled and how he looked pain that he couldn’t fuck you in the backseat of his truck. Your fingers finding themselves rubbing the side of your neck, the very spot Frank had found comfort. 

“So how did last night go?” Tiff asked, hanging over the side of the pool to look at you. Your heart raced, did she find out? How would she? Did you accidentally call her when you were panting his name like it was the only word you knew? The way you froze as she asked a simple question, immediately made her suspicious of you.

“Huh?” You asked, in hopes of getting her to elaborate just a bit so you could come up with the lie of your life. Or maybe, you should confide in her. She is your girl for life, it’s not like she’s gonna judge you for doing it. If anything, she’d praise you and beg for details.

“After I left? How did the rest of the night go? Your dad doesn’t have the most interesting friends on the planet. All they talk about is work and their lack of wives.” She rolled her eyes, laying her head on her hands and kicking her legs in the water. 

“Actually…” You smiled, bringing your knees up to your chest to hide behind them as the blush spread across your body.

“Oh. My. God. Hold on!” She rushed to climb out of the pool, dripping water all over you as she sat on the opposite end of the lounger. If gossiping was a team sport, the two of you would have ten gold medals, if anyone asked you weren’t necessarily talking shit but simply saying how you felt about people.

“So, after you left, Frank and I went to the gas station and I asked if he had been with anyone younger. I don’t know what got into me, Tiff! He just looked so…godly. I wanted to jump his bones the second I came downstairs from changing.” You covered your face with your hands and groaned, the blush was probably becoming permanent at this point. You were going to be bright red for the rest of your life.

“Your dad’s best friend?! Holy shit dude. C’mon spill!” She laughed, prying the hands off your face and sitting expectantly. You were beyond grateful for the fact she wasn’t judging you and was actually interested. Maybe that was a bad thing, you didn’t care.

“Anyway, he said ‘Not yet’ and I was in shock or something! So, I reached over and kinda did a weird caress thing to his beard. I was flyin’ by the seat of my swimsuit, I’ve never been with a man who has any sort of facial hair. But he kissed me, and I mean like Really kissed me.i’ve never been kissed like that before, Tiff. Mind blowing.” Unbeknownst to you, the very man you were speaking about had walked out the back door and could hear the whole conversation. His chest swelled with pride, in some fucked up way he was glad no one had ever kissed you like that. It meant there was a lot more he could do way better than any of the other people you’d been with, and he’d be damned if he didn’t ruin you for any other man out there.

“Your dad is about to come out here, suggest you find somethin’ else to talk ‘bout.” He hollered at the two of you, your head whipping around so fast it was a miracle you didn’t give yourself whiplash, chuckling at the way your eyes widened when you realized he had heard you talking about him. “Quit speakin’ so damn loud anyway, sure the whole neighborhood heard.”

Frank didn’t truly mean what he said, he would love to listen to you retell the story of your escapades, what he didn’t want was your father to hear and put two and two together. He didn’t need to get into some shitty mess with the one constant in his life, he owed more to your dad than he cared to admit and ruining that friendship would send Frank to an early grave. That in no way meant he regretted what he did last night, and everything else he planned to do. He simply wanted to go about all this in a way that wouldn’t cost him his friendship but still gives him his girl, gives him you. He prayed for the first time last night, and he really truly prayed, for a situation where it all works out and he’s not back to square one. With nobody. Again. 

“Thanks for the warning, Mr. Castle.” Tiff shouted back, a smug smile playing on her face, giving him a small wave. She nudged your shoulders, giggling at the whole situation. All you wanted to do was shrink and disappear, you couldn’t be more embarrassed. You felt small and helpless, your best friend thought it was hilarious. God if you can hear me, please kill me.

You spent the whole morning thinking about him and the consequence of what you did, how would your next interaction go? Would it be weird? Would he pretend it never happened, that he wasn’t dying to have you right then and there. Yet, here you were no true interaction but you were the one cowering away from it. You were the one trying to pretend like it didn’t happen, when truthfully you wanted to shout it from the rooftops and let everyone know who had given you the best orgasm of your life.

“I’m going to shrink to the size of ant and drown myself in the fuckin’ pool, Tiff. I swear to god.” You slouched as far down in the lounger as you could, squeezing your eyes closed in some desperate attempt to make it all disappear. “Of course he would be here right now.”

“Ants don’t have lungs, they can’t technically drown. Besides, it’s not like he came out here and murdered you, all he did was tell you to be quieter. He also made no indication or mention of last night, so stop lettin’ that pretty head of yours go wild.” Tiff rubbed her hand soothing up and down your arm, she knew better than anyone the way your mind would take someone breathing at you and interpret it as they hate you and want you dead. That’s why she worked so well with you, the sane and grounded to your wild and anxious. 

“I don’t think it would matter even if he did, the principle of it all is what’s causing my worries. Do you think worry dolls are still a thing? I could most definitely use one right now.” A groan once again left your mouth, your eyes opening and searching for the older man who was carrying planks of wood across your backyard. Your father walked out of the house, giving you and Tiff a wave before hollering at Frank about whatever they were building.

The whispers and giggles coming from the two of you were intriguing Frank, he wanted to know exactly what you were telling her and what you were intentionally leaving out. He wanted to know if you were even talking about him, or if she was telling you the real reason that I just left abruptly last night. Because he knew, he wouldn’t say anything to you about it unless you brought it up first, but he knew. The work in front of him was becoming increasingly less interesting, he was so close to telling your dad to throw in the towel and call it a day. He didn’t even know what he was building anymore, he truthfully didn’t care but your dad did. That was enough for him to keep going.

“Those two have been out all day, shockin’ they’re not burnt or nothin’.” Your dad commented, planting his shovel in the ground and leaning against it. He smiled your way, not that you noticed as you were preoccupied with Tiff. You were his pride and joy, his baby. He’d murder anyone for you, it was a part of the reason you never brought anyone home. 

“‘M not shocked. Last summer, I’m not sure either one of em spent any more than twenty minutes inside. Make sure she- they wear sunscreen, don’t need em getting skin cancer.” Frank was quick to correct himself, not that your dad would’ve found anything wrong with his original statement but he was covering all his bases. Not that he didn’t care for the other girl, Tiff was her name? He didn’t need to know her name, not when he knew yours. 

“I’ll make sure to pick some up from the store the next time we make it to the grocery, I know my girl wears some. Not sure ‘bout her friend.” His girl. The words made Frank irrationally angry, you were his daughter but the thought of someone else staking claim over you drove him mad. One night with you and he was acting, and thinking, like you were his wife. Wife. No.

Frank had met your father when you were nineteen, hadn’t met you until you were twenty. It wasn’t like he was truly doing anything wrong but he was going to fight a never ending mental battle about you. Going through every hoop to tell himself neither of you was doing anything wrong, that you weren’t going to be in trouble for your actions. That it was, simply, okay.

The sun was setting, the breeze taking over and raising the hair on your skin. You truly had been outside all day, with sunscreen reapplied every hour or so, you were bound to find a few sunburnt spots in your shower. You exchanged goodbyes with Tiff and made your way to your room to start the nightly routine you had adopted since being home, switching the bluetooth from the speaker outside to the one inside your room. You opened the window, your music slowly starting to dance with the breeze, when a soft knock on your door grabbed your attention.

“Hey cowgirl.” Frank whispered, just barely loud enough to be heard over your music, making his way into your room and studying it. Committing all the bits and pieces of it to his memory.

“I’m so sorry about earlier, if you don’t want me to tell Tiff anymore I won’t. I just, I tell her everything and I needed to tell someone.” Your cheeks slowly started turning pink, Frank thought you were cute like that.

“Don’t apologize, darlin’. I didn’t care, just warnin’ ya ‘bout your dad is all.” He walked closer to you, his height very apparent, your head the perfect height for his chest. He brought a finger up to your cheek, dragging it down before tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“I appreciate it, I know how much he means to you.” No you didn’t. He knew you knew a small bit not enough to truly understand what the two of you meant to him. He would be forever indebted to your father if it meant keeping you, if it meant holding you and kissing you. Consuming himself with you.

“So pretty.” He truly whispered, admiring every inch of your face, leaning down to kiss you. Your heart stopped, he didn’t regret it? He thought you were pretty?

You decided to stop fucking thinking for once and enjoy it, leaning up to meet him halfway in the kiss. Threading your fingers through his hair, much like he did with yours in his truck. One his hands held the side of your face while the other tucked itself into the waistband of your swimsuit bottoms, rubbing at the indentation it left from being worn all day. 

“Ready to ride, cowgirl?” He asked, pulling away from the kiss enough to nip at your jaw as he waited for an answer. He wouldn’t be mad if you said no, he would be patient and wait until you were, but he went home and fucked his hand like a horny teenage boy at the thought of you on top of him.

A whimper is all you managed to respond with, your mind momentarily thinking about your dad but was interrupted by the softness of your mattress touching your back. 

“Goddamn swimsuits, prancing around in practically nothing.” He remarked, still standing as he eyed your body. His finger snapped the strap of your bottoms, smirking at the sound before he dragged them down your legs. 

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked softly, making him burst into laughter. 

“For what?” He responded, controlling his laughter at the fact you would ask that right now. 

“So I can wear one that color the next time you’re over.” You smiled, looking up at him. Somehow he looked even prettier from this angle, if that was possible. 

“Uh, probably red.” He gave a bit of thought before responding, curious to know if you would actually be wearing a bikini the next time you saw him. At your house, anyway. 

He stashed the bikini bottoms in his back pocket, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles and getting down on his knees. Frank thanked all the heavens and the stars for the meal he was about to eat right before licking a stripe through your folds and sucking on your clit. The stimulation instinctively caused your thighs to close, causing him to force them back open and lay one arm across a leg with his hand splayed across your stomach.

He moaned.

He moaned.

Frank moaned, was he enjoying this as much as you were? Were there any downsides or faults to this man? 

He moved his mouth closer to your clit, paying almost all his attention to it as he inserted his middle finger slowly. A wanton moan making its way to his ears, he thought everything about you was pretty. If he wasn’t rock hard when he took your bottoms off, he definitely was now. The stretch in his jeans was not entirely comfortable, it truthfully wouldn’t be able to accommodate much more. 

“Frank, Frankie, please..” 

Did you just- did he imagine that? He’d never had anyone call him that before, but it sounded so damn good coming from your lips.

“What, pretty girl? Use your words for me. Tell Frankie what you need.” 

“‘M so close, please need more.” You whined, to him it even sounded a bit like you were going to cry. He’s bet his life savings you were a pretty crier, a pretty anything. He just wanted to look at you. Always.

All he wanted to do was pull out his phone and record the pleas and the moans coming from you, to listen to later if you were ever ripped from him and he didn’t get to experience this, experience you, ever again. If it weren’t for your fucking music. He was thankful for it, blocking your sounds from anyone in the house. He added his ring finger into the mix, relishing in the sound you made. You were his drug, he truly was addicted. He needed his next fix before this one was over. 

Moments after he sped up his fingers and added more pressure to your clit, your orgasm ripped through you. Body shaking, eyes rolling back. This was better than the one he gave you last night. You’d never be able to touch yourself ever again, not the way he did. You didn’t think anyone could ever compare now that Frank had touched you. 

By the time you came to, he had discarded his clothes and was on top of you. He pulled you into a kiss, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip and groaning into your mouth when you let him in. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth while his fingers explored every inch of your body. 

“I don’t have a condom.” He confessed.

“Don’t care, on the pill. Frankie please, I need you inside of me right now. Need your cock, frankie..please.” The sound of you begging for him had his ego going through the roof, the fact that anyone could want or need him this bad was mind blowing. 

He rubbed his cock through your folds, kissing you a bit more before he pushed the tip in. Your mouth opening in a gasp. You knew he was big, you saw the imprint in the truck yesterday. But this was different, the stretch hurt in a delicious way that you needed more of. He waited a moment before pushing in a bit more, toying with your clit and peppering your face with kisses to distract you.

He bottomed out, you had never felt so full in your life. You swore he was in your stomach, taking rearranging your guts to a new level. He stayed still, letting you get used to his size. He didn’t want to hurt you, too much.

“Frankie move.” 

Your wish was his command. His thrusts started slowly, building up in speed as he went. It was at this point, you realized Frank Castle was not quiet in bed. He wasn’t necessarily loud either, but he was groaning in your ear. The grunts and the groans were spurring you on, your moans and whimpers were doing the same for it. It was a cycle, and if either of you had your way it would never end. 

“Sound so damn pretty. Makin’ all these noises for me, huh? My pretty girl, my girl.” He put all his weight on his forearms, lifting himself enough to look you in the eyes, his hair falling out of place and onto your face. He was gorgeous, especially like this. Raw. Vulnerable. Just for you. 

“Your girl, yours.” You babbled, too busy reeling in the feeling of his cock driving in and out of you. How his bare skin feels on yours. His voice praising you. Calling you pretty. 

“That’s right, such a good girl.” His praises continued, some of them too muffled for you to hear as he sucked on your collarbone. Or your neck. Any exposed skin he could get in his mouth. 

Without pulling out, he flipped the two of you over so you were on top. Riding him. Cowgirl. 

“C’mon cowgirl, ride me. You can do it baby.” He lifted your hips up and placed them back down to get you started, placing your hands on his chest for you.  He slipped one of your boobs out of the top, you were still wearing, and put your nipple in his mouth. Rolling the bud between his teeth, enjoying the new sounds he managed to get.

You placed your weight on your hands, positioning your legs right, and lifted back up. He was somehow even deeper than before, it was almost overwhelming. His pelvic bone was hitting your clit just right every time you came down, accompanied by his groans, you were a goner. You fell into his chest as you felt your second orgasm start to rip through you, your words slurred as you told him to use you. You were his to use. 

Frank had been close since he put you on top, his self control had been wearing a bit thin. He fucked you through your orgasm, pistioning up inside you like his life depended on it. 

“Where do you want it, c’mon baby where?” He grunted, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold his release off. It was getting increasingly harder when your cunt was gripping him like that.

“Inside.” Is all you muttered out, half aware of your choice. You’d deal with it later. 

Not a moment later he painted your inside white, cummimg with a low and long groan. Relaxing his head completely against your pillows, taking deep breaths. You crumpled against his chest, just resting for a moment as he was still inside you. This was the most relaxed you’d been in ages, at some point you drifted off to sleep. 

You were awoken by the feeling of Frank cleaning you up and putting a blanket on top of you, obviously you knew he couldn’t stay. It still hurt. It hurt your heart, your soul, your everything. 

“Gotta go, pretty girl. I put my number in your phone. We’ll talk later.” His last sentence meant more than just texting you, you both knew it. At some point, lines had to be drawn or you had to fess up to your dad. But for now you’d live in delusion, in a world where you were in an established relationship and no one thought anything of it. He placed a kiss on your forehead, finished getting dressed and got up to leave. Stopping at the door he turned around to give you one last glance, you had already fallen back asleep. His cowgirl.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 4

Gif Caption: top gif - Thor and Loki from Marvel. bottom gif- Billy Hargrove from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: female | Age: 17-18 range

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Thor Odinson (MCU), Loki Layfeyson (MCU), Korg (MCU), Dinah Madani (briefly MCU), Black Panther (briefly, MCU), Billy Hargrove (ST), Steve Harrington (ST), Mike Wheeler (ST), Nancy Wheeler (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST)

A/n: this is the most crackhead things are going to get

Warnings: Billy bleeds and is injured, emotions, Neil hit billy >:(

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Frank drove off as soon as you got in the car.

It was silent ride.

You were trying to hide your crying

It was just too much with everything going on

Between the freshly beaten bullies and now adults bullying you

It wasn't nessacary that it was the words.

Its the fact that you can't do anything about it

"You okay kid?"

"Uh...I think I just lost my only friends..." she smiled weakly, "And I think Im really fucked because of it..."

He looked over at her as she sniffled, wipping stray tears, "Hey. Hey. They are you're friends. Those are the friends you want. Whats his name? Steve? Steve Harrington? With the three added inches because of his hair?"

Y/n chuckled and nodded still crying, "He's a friend. He's someone that's got your back. And what he did? What he did back there while you were in the bathroom? He did what he was suppose too. He stood up for you. Alright?"

Y/n nodded, a heavy plate being set in her lap as she sniffled looking down, "You stole the pie back?"

"You bet damn right I stole the pie back." Frank spoke causing Y/n to laugh, "that's my damn pie dish alright?"

Y/n couldn't stop laughing.

"Probally only fuckin thing that had flavor too." Frank contuined pulling two forks out his pocket.

"You stole there silverware!?" Y/n laughed.

"Come on. They should be glad I didn't use it!" Frank spoke his voice raising the warmth of laughter as it filled his chest.

"Midani's gonna come for you because you stole silverware watch!" Y/n laughed.

"Let her try!" He laughed Y/n cutting into the pie and taking a big bite.

"Mhm." Y/n hummed, "This is good."

Y/n took another bite, "Like really damn good! Mhm! I feel bad the kids didn't get any!"

"Come on give me a bite."

Frank for sure did know how to cheer you up

Even if you'd be in a sugar induced coma after comfort eating most of the pie.

He doesn't care. He can always make another fucking pie. He'll make you 20 as long as your happy.

You both go home and change into actual comfortable clothing and watch a movie

You've had a long day so you'd fall asleep to some crappy western pretty damn quick

He'd pick you up and put you in bed, kissing your temple before leaving you to sleep.

A few hours pass by before theres knocking on the window .

It makes your stir at first but soon it wakes you up and you get up.

"Hargrove?" Y/n asked head sticking out the window,"what time is it?"

"You okay?" He asked, Y/n nodded.

"Y...yeah...just been stressful recently." Y/n told leaning on the window seal, "Just my breaking point I guess."

Billy nodded, looking up at her slightly, "c...can you help me..."

It meek and soft, scared of being hurt.

Y/n looked at him concered,"who the fuck am I kidding I shouldn't...fuck."

Y/n reached for the flashlight beside her bed and turned it on directing it towards Billy.

"Holy Shit!" Y/n cursed, Billy's eyebrow split along with his lip and a bloody nose.

"Seems like everything that happened at dinners my fault..." he admitted, "I. Fuck. I kept lookin off. Ya know?"

"Come on." Y/n spoke holding her hand out as he grabbed it, Y/n helping him in and letting him sit on the bed while she turned the big light on, and went under her bed to grab first aid.

"I kept spacin out..." he told her she sitting next to him, "and I knew I should. But I kept doin it. I didn't mean to be starin at Wheeler. I."

"Hey. No need to explain it to me." Y/n smiled small, "Dont feel forced alright?"

Billy nodded, "i got mad." He explained.

"I got mad. I didnt say anything. I got mad because It should of been me. I should've stood up for you. Not Harrington." Billy started, "I should of stoped it. I knew it. I knew it was happening and I sat there. And I listened."

Y/n frowned, as Billy's eyes glazed over: "I. I know how it is. You. You don't."

"I know-"

"That's it!" Billy spoke, "You don't know. And I don't want you to know. I. You're my. Fuck...I."

"Billy." Y/n called softly, finger on his chin guiding it in her direction for her to clean it, putting a butterfly bandage near the corner of his upper lip.

"You're my...You're my city bird..." He finally croaked out, tears that filled his eyes fell from baby blues down his face.

"Hey...hey..." Y/n coaxed calmly, "I'm not goin anywhere. Im not."

She wipped a tear away, "and you're the only one that gets to call me the stupid as shit nickname."

He stiffled a laugh as Y/n smiled, "That nicknames so fuckin stupid ya know that?" She contuined.

"Sound like a damn piegon."

He chuckled as Y/n contuined to clean his face, the blood had stopped but she still had to address the eyebrow split.

"Damn. Hargrove were you always this pretty?" Y/n teased he rolling his eyes in response.

"Mad that I look better beat up than you?"

There he was. Billy Hargrove, back in action with his eye rolls and playful tone. Y/n knew part of it was an act a spacegoat: but she knew there was a part few got to see.

She finsihed cleaning his face and helping him disinfect everything. Kissing his head softly she smiled against his skin. Pulling away just enough for him to raise his gaze.

His nose grazing against her's just slightly as eyelids hung low. Billy's hand lifting up to hold the side of Y/n's neck as he leaned forward the beginning edge of there brow bones resting against one another with closed eyes. He was soft with his touch as he pushed forward, his lips pushing against hers, her lips tasted like apple pie.

But it didnt last long, they both mutually pulling away. That...didn't feel right...to neither of you.

Why?

"Did you?" Y/n asked quietly, and Billy shook his head.

"You?" Billy questioned softly, as Y/n shook her head no.

"Fuck...I can't loose you..." Billy spoke, "I. I can't."

"Im still here. I told you I wasnt going anywhere."

And thats when you guys became Plantonic soul mates

The only reason Billy kissed you was because well he's never had emotions this strong

He could tell you: I love you but kissing you. It was wrong. The kissing? Oh yeah that was great. It was the "you" part

Which made no sense to him because for a straight fact he knew he loved you.

So he's like: b i t c h what are these feelings

Safety and Security Billy, safety and security

You both were surpised you talked about it afterward, still the pinky promise dumbasses you both are

He still likes the head kissing though, or the kiss cheek.

Its the romance factor that just doesn't work.

You guys have a little pinky promise hand shake now,

Billy wont admit it but you're everything to him, and he knows he's everything to you: after all you said it too him

Yet unfortunately he's gotta leave, and you let him back out the window

"Sleep Tight City Bird." Billy spoke looking back up at her.

"Sleep Tight Hargrove." Y/n spoke holding out her pinky as he stiffled a smile, raising and interlocking pinkies with her.

And you watched him walk off into the darkness of the woods, most likely back to the main road.

You cleaned up and went to bed afterward.

You need the sleep: You're just exhausted from everything

Luckily no one woke you up for school-

Wait, No one woke you up for school?

She looked at the alarm clock beside her, school started thirty minutes ago, "SHIT!" She cursed now fully awake and running around, luckily she had washed all that makeup off the day before.

Hopping on one foot as she tried tying her shoe, she fell against the door, its opening, and her body followed, ending on the floor.

"The hell," Frank spoke.

"School! I'm late!" Y/n argued standing up, but there sat Steve Harrington, and the Wheeler siblings, with cups of hot coffee, and a cup of hot chocolate for mike.

"Well, morin to you too." Steve spoke drinking from his mug, "And happy fall break."

Oh...

"fall break!?" Y/n asked looking at the calendar, fall break was indeed in full swing.

you had been relieved as Frank pulled a chair for you to sit down while he was making breakfast.

He also stuck a cup of coffee in front of you

They had come to make sure you were alright, Steve especially, and he apologized to his mom like five times

"I'm really sorry."

"No Don't be." Y/n spoke sipping her coffee, "It's not your fault."

"And your sure your okay?" Nancy asked, "It's not every day an ordinary person takes a mental beating like that so easy."

Y/n nodded, "I...yeah, I got it."

"of course she's okay!" Mike argued, "She's taken bigger beatings from villains!"

So Mike thought you were a hero, just in hiding, and laid it all out for you: who and how you became an undercover superhero he had a very original origin story planned for you

It made you feel good, a kid being a kid: a happy kid

"but it's obvious you have a rival in the superhero world, is it Iron Man!? Captain America! I bet it's Black Panther."

Y/n laughed, "No. I haven't seen the King of Wakanda in new york for some time."

"You know Black Panther?!" Mike asked, Y/n half nodding.

"Brief visit," Y/n spoke.

"She knows Black Panther," Mike told his sister with a stupidly happy smile on his face.

"I know Mike, I can hear her."

Y/n smiled and took a drink of coffee, a brief visit meant getting thrown off a cliff by him.

Frank made breakfast for you all, waffles and everything

He likes your friends: he has a certain respect for Steve too

especially after that dinner

"You should come trick or treating with us!" Mike suggested.

"Me?" Y/n asked digging into her eggs.

Mike nodded, "yeah! Your super cool!"

Y/n smiled and looked at Frank who shrugged, whatever she wanted.

"Yeah. That sounds like fun." Y/n smiled, "I'd love to."

"Sweet! The guys would love you."

You guys spend your morning talking: Frank truly getting to know your friends, they all thought he was pretty cool too: especially with being in the service in the past and all

Plans for the break are thrown back and forth.

"So that new Horror movie is coming out." Steve spoke, "The 29th."

"Really? Didn't think you had a movie theater in Hawkins."

"funny."

"I know." Y/n smiled, "You guys wanna go see it?"

"You're busy the 29th," Frank spoke.

"I am?" Y/n asked.

"I'd hope you'd be busy with Murdock and them comin' out"

"Matts coming!?" Y/n asked in disbelief, "Seriously!? Like really!? You're not shitting me!?"

"I can tell them all not to come-"

"NO! NO!" Y/n spoke, "Guys you'll love Matt! He's a really good lawyer..."

And you went on and on saying they all had to have dinner while he was down,

AHH, Matt Murdock's coming! You're so happy, as said before: while Frank was in prison he had become somewhat of a fatherish figure to you, and you truly did care about him, and he really did care about you

Sure he had his own problems, and had no idea how to help you, and didn't shover his religion down your throat, but did take you to his church one time

Explained that she had to find a place like his church: a thinking place, wherever or whatever this place was: either it be a parking lot or an old park, you need a place to be grounded, where the weight just drops off the shoulders

just thinking about there talks made things better sometimes

so you were excited

Steve? Steve was not

Okay so this guy was older: but, you talk about him like he was a superhero

Oh he has no idea

But they still want to hang out with you during break

And Frank says he's fine with you being out as late as you want as long as you call him a few times, letting him know what was going on

Yet after a long breakfast nancy had casually looked at her watch

"Crap! I said I'd have Mike back by 10 am." Nancy spoke, "Hurry up Mike!"

"why what time is it?" steve asked.

"11:30!"

"Crap!" Steve spoke apparently they both had things to do quickly eating his plate of food, "I have to go! I'm gonna be dead!"

Steve got up quickly followed by Nancy and Mike.

"Mr.Castligone! Thank you for breakfast! Y/n! I'll call you later1 We'll do something on a day you're not busy! Breakfast was great! Okay! Bye!"

it was comical to you and Frank, watching them eat as quickly as they could and rush out like you had run out thinking you were late for school

You both just laughed, and you did the dishes, after all, they were your friends.

it was a peaceful day, you and he had spent his off day together, taking a nice walk through the woods by the water, skipping stones on the water, and lounged around the house

That's when you got a phone call, it hadn't been Steve, it was too quick for that despite the hours he was gone already

"Hello?" Y/n asked.

"Ah! Y/N of Midgard! Daughter of the Punished!"

"Thor?" Y/n asked quietly looking back but Frank was busy doin something in his room.

"Yes! It is I!"

"I am here as well!" Loki shouted annoyed from the back.

"Me too!" Korg cheered

"How did you get this number?" Y/n protested, "And Hi Korg,"

"No need to ask such questions! We are friends! Like, brother and sister! What is in your mind is in mine!" Thor cheered, "See I will tell you now what you are thinking! Guns! Weapons! Blood oh so much blood! And pure destructive victory! Which is why I wonder why are you in this place they call Hawkins?"

Y/n froze, what?

"Thor, just. Why are you here?" Y/n asked trying to keep her cool.

"To celebrate the falling of leaves!" He spoke, the smile heard in his voice.

"Did Jane break up with you again?"

"What!?" He laughed, "Pfft! No! Yes. She did. So I figured we could drown ourselves in such over-sugared delights; like old times, and you could show me around this very much lonely empire of yours. Korg would also like to do some drawing with you."

"Just. Where are you?" Y/n asked.

"Uh."

"give me the damned thing!" Loki ordered, snatching the pay phone, "I swear Y/n if you do not come and get us I will be invading New York again!"

"Okay One, rude." Y/n protested, "Where are you?"

"In front of..whatever this place is, looks like a prison."

"Does it say Hawkins High?"

"Yes! It does!"

"Just, give me 20 minutes."

"You have five."

"Fifteen."

"Fine."

You were never so quick in your life: you told Frank you were borrowing the Truck and said you loved him and call him later because you be out late and left

Left to go pick up who?

Billy Fucking Hargrove

OUT OF ALL PEOPLE

You knocked on his door so quick, and loudly too

"Max! Get the door!"

"Im going!"

She was surpised to see you there: and said Hi real quick before walking through following the blasting music.

"HARGROVE!"

"Jesus! What the Hell!" He argued looking back.

"How'd you like to help me baby sit Thor and Friends!?"

"What?" He asked, turning off his music confused as fuck, "Excuse me?!"

"You're going to see Thor?" Max asked Y/n turning around.

"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n answered nonchalantly hoping Billy would agree, "Well?!"

"Yeah! Yeah Im comin!" He argued grabbing his jacket as he quickly followed Y/n.

"I wanna come!"

"No!" Billy argured.

"Yeah! Fine whatever!" Y/n asked, "I don't have time to argue or Lokis gonna blow up New York again!"

"Excuse me!?"

"Get in the fucking truck now!"

Max thought Billy was an insnae driver? When your in a rush? Damn. You're crazy.

Billy's bracing himself your acting so crazy

You're sweating bullets and to hyperfixated on the road to answer any questions

You're racked with anxiety and pull into the hawkins high parking lot where the group waits.

"Hi Y/n!" Korg waves happily, Y/n getting out the truck leaving the two in the front seat completely speechless.

"Ah Y/n!" Thor cheered, "It's an honor to make- ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Y/n grabs Thor by the ear and drags him along, Loki laughing just to be given the the same treatment.

"Ow! Okay! Okay!"

They're dragged to the car and ordered to get in. Korg following patiently. Max and Billy staring in complete shock as the back of the truck is filled with aliens.

"Must you be so rude?" Loki spoke in his defense. Y/n getting in the truck.

"Max, Billy." Y/n spoke, "these are the asshole brothers, and this is Korg."

"Hi!" Korg spoke with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Uh..Hi." Max spoke with a small wave,"same here..."

"Y/n." Billy started, "what. the FUCK."

"What?! You're the only one that knows!" Y/n defended, "Im fucking loosing my head!"

"Yeah you're the Punisher's daughter! Thats one fuckin thing! These are fuckin Aliens!" Billy argued.

"You're dads the Punisher?!" Max asked.

Oh god. Things just can never chill, she feel like she's going to have a stroke.

And now everyones arguing.

"EVERYONE BE FUCKIN QUIET!" y/n shouts, it's silent.

"If I may intruppted-"

"Loki." Y/n spoke looking back, "Shut the fuck up please."

"Well you did say please."

It grows quiet as you pull out of the parking lot.

And it's just silent the whole time going down that long road.

"Um. Y/n." Korg spoke up sweetly, "Can we get ice cream. Please? I've always wanted to try it!"

You take them to get icecream, you saying everyone gets Vanilla because your not dealing with orders

Turns our Korg enjoys ice-cream

Are they suppose to ask you to do something? Or just let you keep driving to calm your mind?

But your going over the speed limit and a cop stops you

"I was hopin this didn't Involve you Hargrove." The cheif speaks but with the back windows roll down he spots the group of well...Aliens.

"Cheif?" Y/n asked gesturing for a name.

"Hopper..." he responded still awe struck by seeing who he's seeing.

"Cheif Hopper. If. You'd please. Just. Ticket." Y/n pleaded, "please."

"Uh...yeah....go ahead...with a. Warning."

"Thank you sir. You like donuts? I like donuts. I'll bring you down to the station later. Thanks."

You drove off after that taking a deep breathe in today...was gonna be real long

What were you suppose to do? Take them Downtown to spend the day?

That didn't seem like a bad idea.

Then again Korg. And as big of a sweet heart Korg was. He stood out

But people could feel safe if Thor labeled him as a side kick

Maybe you'd just dress him up and just say he was real tall

Or. Maybe you just could walk around him: its not like Hawkins had thousands of Cameras.

And Loki could just wipe tapes if nessacary

Then again people seeemed so shocked they dont think they'd be able to move to even get a camera or call anybody

Okay plan dress Korg up hoodie and swear pants and pray just say he's tall or under Thor watch

Yeah Yeah that sounded good.

Sounded good.

So with a calm mind you tell everyone they can ask there questions one at a time.

And they do tread waters very carefully

And then you tell them your plan. Which is stupid because no one has chlothes that are gonna fit Korg

Fuck it Superheros on Vacation thats the new plan

Just when you thought Hawkins was sane: you were oh so wrong.

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the breakfast

lilac, chapter two

a/n: when my love, @chvoswxtch, asked me to bring the horny energy of miss patty from gilmore girls, of course I fucking did it, I'm not a criminal, that's what we all deserve

summary: “well, hello stranger.” 

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, lumberjack AU, pete castiglione era, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, slow burn, wholesome villagers being adorable

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The Lilac Inn wasn’t just an inn to the citizens of Dunbrook. It was its beating heart, a hub for the small community to gather. 

As the town’s only culinary establishment, the residents had always made a habit of eating a fair amount of their meals in the inn’s dining room, the door to the kitchen often staying wide open so that Harvey wouldn’t have to leave the stove in order to catch all of the juicy small-town gossip that had people blabbering. 

“Dad, did you turn off my alarm?” you snapped as soon as your scurrying feet carried you into the bustling kitchen.

Not lifting his eyes from the loaf of bread he was currently slicing, your dad simply countered with a jovial, “well, good morning to you too, sleeping beauty!”

“Dad,” you sighed, jaw clenching at his usual demeanour, the paralysing dream you’d just roused from not setting you up to be in the right mood for such a level of positivity. 

“You just looked like you could use the extra hour or two,” a smile still warm on his lips, the middle-aged man defensively raised his hands.

“But I’m supposed to help you out,” your eyes followed his movements as he trotted towards the stove, “I can’t do that if I’m asleep.”

“Exactly,” your dad passed by a hook full of tangled textiles and tossed you an apron, “that’s why I let you go a little longer so that you wouldn’t doze off on me before lunchtime arrives.” 

“I wouldn’t have dozed off…” you mumbled pettily as you tied the linen around your waist. Exhaling lowly as you watched him crack two eggs into a sizzling skillet, you asked, “what can I do?”

“Well for starters,” he tossed the shells into a small scrap bowl to his side, “these were the last eggs, so if you could go get some more out by the front desk, that would be superb.”

“Why do you have eggs on the front desk?”

“Because Otto’s chickens are laying a lot right now and so he told me he’d give me some today when he swung by for breakfast.” 

“Wait, Sheriff Nilsen has chickens now?”

“Yeah, has for a long time,” the decade of you not living here grew palpable, “he usually just drops the extra ones off here, so they should already be there because I just took his order two minutes ago.”

“Alright,” you disappeared through the back door and snaked down the narrow corridor, ending up behind the messy reception area. 

Your eyes didn’t have to search for long before you noticed the petite basket, brimming with beige eggs, resting on the top of the counter right beside the small rolodex that displayed what date it was. Grasping it in your hand, your vision momentarily drifted down to the small, framed photo nuzzled behind the ever-open logbook. Sitting on the swing that still hung from one of the sturdy trees out back, head adorably posed in a tiny palm, there a 7-year-old version of you sat, forever frozen in that singular moment, beaming up at the camera. 

“Ah!” a sharp voice boomed as you heard the front door swing shut, “oh my goodness, oh my god! Y/n!”

Raising your chin, your eyes grew wide at the rotund woman beaming at you from the doormat, “miss Rays!” you hurried around the front desk, “oh my god, it’s been so long!” 

Capturing you in a hug, she pressed your form into her bosom, “darling, we’re not in bed together, call me Donna.”

Pulling back with a light chuckle, your eyes fluttered over her features, “you haven’t changed one bit,” her lipstick still a fiery shade red and hair still short and feathery framing her plump cheeks.

“You however have,” she clasped your free hand in hers, guiding your figure to give her a good view, “oh, do a little spin for me,” you bashfully obliged with a giggle, “yes! Honey, who is this woman, what have you done with the adorable little girl I used to tutor?”

To your knowledge, Dunbrook never really had a proper school, but for as long as you could recall Donna had always operated as a teacher to the handful of children that called the reclusive mountain village their home. Even though it was just run out of her living room, she had still been the best teacher you’d ever had, her patient way rivalling any of the professors you had to endure when you went off for college. As a matter of fact, she had been the person who’d pushed you to send in the application, praising that you were too clever not to go out and change the world. 

“Oh, stop it,” you sighed light-heartedly, a chuckle still bubbling out of your chest as you shifted the subject away from your own appearance, “so, you still come here for breakfast?”

“Of course, I do, you’ve tasted your father’s cooking,” readjusting her purse, she hooked her arm in yours, “a real shame that he’s never accepted any of my offers of becoming your stepmom,” she leaned in to add as you crossed over the threshold into the dinner room, “I could have been served all my meals in bed like some Egyptian queen!” 

“I’m sure you can easily find another fellow that can handle himself in the kitchen,” the click-clack of her heels came to a stop by one of the small round tables, her eyes briefly taking in the other patrons before a slight crease appeared betwixt her polished brows. 

“Oh, darn it,” her vision stayed glued to the table in the corner as she lowered herself onto her seat, “he’s not sitting at his usual table…”

“Who?”

“The eye candy over there,” she tilted her chin in the direction of the broad, muted flannel-clad back of the man sitting by the window furthest down at the bottom of the room, “you see, I asked your dear father to always reserve this spot for me just so that I can have a great view, if you know what I mean…” gulping down the rest of his coffee, the man’s head tilted enough for you to recognise whom the rugged looking visage belonged to, “oh boy, I tell you, if I was 30 years younger…”

Haven assumed that you’d never again run into the stranger who’d helped you just the day before, a warm flutter suddenly trickled down your spine, “like that’s ever stopped you before,” you pointed out, snapping your eyes out of their trance, “so, uh, do you know what you want to eat or do you just want some coffee or something while you think on it?” you took two steps towards the oblong table where mismatched teacups where stacked and the steam of a few thermoses, all containing a different hot beverage then the next, billowed out.

“Some coffee would be lovely,” she smiled as you with one hand snatched up a mug and the decanter labelled as such, “and some oatmeal if you don’t mind, sweetie.”

Promptly pouring her a cup, you then signed off with a wink, “you got it,” before your vision landed upon the latest of Donna’s abundant infatuations once more. 

Attempting to make the short journey seem spontaneous and effortless, you bounced from table to table, topping off people's cups, before reaching the final one. 

Drawing in a deep breath, your embarrassingly giddy voice then found his ears, “well, hello stranger.” 

Eyes flickering away from the newspaper sprawled out before him, a look of shock washed over his gruff features as he glanced up at you, “oh, hi.”

“Pete–, it is Pete, right?” you checked, slight mortification beginning to brew within your belly. 

“Yes, ma'am,” his head nodded ever so slightly.

“Do you want a refill, Pete?” you savoured the taste of his name on your tongue. 

“Sorry?” his brows furrowed at your offer. 

“Your coffee,” you pointed with the hand that clutched the handle of the thermos, “do you want some more?”

“Oh,” he breathed, though the puzzled look didn’t seem to fade, “yes, always.” 

Leaning in slightly over the newspaper, you filled up the drained mug, only a murky ring at the bottom indicating what it had previously contained, “and can I get you something to eat as well?” 

Eyes narrowing, he stared up at you, “is your vacation really already so boring that you got a job here or what?”

“Oh,” you couldn’t help but breathe out a light chuckle as you answered, “I’m not on vacation and I guess, kinda,” staring back into his eyes as you attempted to repeat your question, “so, do you want any–,” though before you could finish the sentence, out pranced your father, a plate of food balanced in his palm. 

“2 eggs sunny side up and some sourdough toast, as per usual,” he sang as his long arm came down to slice the air between your forms, placing the dish upon the table. 

Briefly catching his eye, Pete then offered a polite nod of gratitude, “thank you,” folding the paper up and scooting the meal closer. 

Feeling the small basket of eggs disappear from your grip, you blinked back at your father as he softly requested in your ear, “honey, could you give me a hand in the back when you’re done out here?”

“Sure, dad,” you flashed him a smile before watching him disappear once more. 

Feet still glued to the floorboards right by Pete’s table, your vision then returned to him as his deep voice washed over you, “so, you’re Harvey’s kid, then?”

“Yep, that’s my dad,” your balance briefly shifted as you rocked on the balls of your feet, “thank you, by the way, for yesterday.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” his fork punctured one of the golden yokes, “how’s your car looking?” 

“I don’t really know yet. The local mechanic is taking a look today, so fingers crossed it’s not anything too catastrophic,” you felt your palms begin to sweat as he simply stared up at you in silence, “anyhow,” you averted your gaze nervously, “I’ll stop bothering you, let eat in peace,” you nearly bumped into the chair behind you as you backed up towards the kitchen, the near accident not managing to draw any words out of him, only the hint of a smile twitched at the corner of his lips, “see you around, I guess…” 

“Hey, dad?” 

Briefly raising his eyes from the logbook cracked open on the wooden counter, he glanced up at you as you bounced down the wide staircase, “yeah, pumpkin?”

Hand tracing the railing, with the aid of the grip, you swung your form around the last post as you ascended the final step, “did you know that the hot water doesn’t work? Like at all.”

“Yeah, that and about a million other things around here,” he sighed, vision returning to the ledger as you rested your folded-up arms upon the top of the reception, “this is a beautiful historic building… and what I mean by that is that there are too many things that either don’t work the way they should or at all. I am not a millionaire, honey. If I was, then the issues wouldn’t be piling up the way that they are…”

Bottom lip snug between your teeth, your mind raced a moment before you quietly theorised, “exactly how long is that list?”

Eyes racing to find your eyes, your father joked, “why? Did you become a contractor while living in New York or something?”

“No, but I was always the handy one out of the two of us,” you noted before your shoulders raised in an innocent shrug, “how hard could it be?”

“Let me get this right,” he raised a palm up between you as his eyes crinkled even further, “you’re telling me you wanna try and patch this place up?”

“Well, it couldn’t hurt the business side of things. When was the last time you booked out more than two rooms at a time here?”

“Oh, no, no,” the moustachioed man then began to shake his head, “you’re not turning this place into some fake, glossy tourist attraction.”

Swinging around to his side of the counter, you assured him, “hey, I’m not saying let's flood this place with tourists, but maybe just a handful more?” tilting your head in an attempt to catch his gaze that had now returned to the open book, “just enough to make ends meet, perhaps also enough to at some point hire someone else so that you won’t work yourself to death…” 

Eyes frozen on the page before him, a long exhale then flowed from his lungs as he deliberated. 

“Alright, fine, yeah, I guess that wouldn’t be that bad…” he tried to downplay the smile that blossomed upon his lips.

Spine pressed against the edge of the front desk, you then braced with your palms and hauled yourself up onto the spot that was just clear enough for you to sit there without knocking any knickknacks over. 

“So,” you drew out, searching for a new topic to explore, “Donna seems to be quite set on that guy Pete to be her new husband, huh?”

“Oh, yeah,” Harvey chortled, “but you know her, she’s like a dog spotting a pheasant every time she sees a new man. I think genuinely I might be the only person in town who isn’t either terrified of him or has some desire to sleep with him.”

“How long has he been here anyway?”

“Eh,” he glanced up at the stained glass adorning the front door as he thought, “maybe a year or two? He mostly keeps to himself, lives up in a cabin in the woods and only really comes down here to either provide some firewood to whoever needs it or have some coffee,” vision landing on you, he then noted, “you however seemed to have broken through to him quite quickly. Took me like 5 months to get anything more than a grunt of recognition out of him.”

“Oh,” you couldn’t stop your eyebrows as they promptly rose up, “well, he kinda helped me the day that I got here. He was the guy I caught a ride with…”

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Get-up-and-go part 2

HEYYYY GUYSSSS

so part 2 is here and thanks to all the people who liked the story I wrote i really appreciate it 

also @faithm120601 asked to me mentioned so here you go :)

warnings: swearing, mentions of guns,  gun violence, mention of drugs, a little angst i guess, implied child death, mentions of human trafficking 

PLATONIC WITH A CAPITAL P 

“What?” you asked unsure if you even heard what he said properly. ”I'm the reason that building was blown up”. You adjusted yourself so you weren't laying down on the bed. Instead, you were sitting on the edge of the bed across from Frank in the same position. He looked down at the floor in silence. “Frank,” you say cautiously, “I need you to talk to me about what is going on.” 

“I’ve been hunting down these pricks for months”, he started. I tracked them down to a building in Brooklyn. Kid these guys, these guys are all kinds of bad. Drug dealers, weapons dealers, Human traffickers, that's the kind of people they are. I was gonna take those maggots down today. That building was supposed to be their place of operations. I go in and there are guards there, I take care of ‘em and move on to the next room.” He goes silent. “Frank,” you say slowly swallowing air. “What was in that room?” “It was this kid” He started, “Poor thing look terrified, and I had no idea why, Until he turned around,” He stopped. “They put a bomb on the kid”. You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

 Those sick bastards 

So I go up to the kid and take the bomb off, but when I do, it triggers some kind of count down” You looked at Frank's eyes. He was about to cry. “I threw the bomb away but it still went off, and to make matters worse, When I came too, I couldn't find the kid after”. There was a long pause after that. “Then I realized, those sick fucks knew I was coming, that was a trap. They might still be out there trying to find me, so, now we’re here.” It took you a minute to process what he was saying. Maybe it was because it was late or maybe it was the situation at hand. 

You must have zoned out because when you came back to your head, Frank was looking at you. He was inspecting your face, trying to decipher your mood by the way you squinted your eyes or moved your eyebrows. You could tell by his face that he was going nowhere. You got up and sat down next to him. You began to lean your head on his shoulder and stayed there. At first, you sat in silence. You couldn't tell if it was a comfortable silence, but it was a silence nonetheless. You began to speak “Frank, what happened to that kid was not your fault. You did what you thought could work and-” “But it didn't” he cut you off rather harshly, “An innocent child is presumed dead because of me!” he jerked up and you moved your head from his shoulder. He was standing now. “We don’t even know if the kid is dead,” you said. “The paramedics could have found him alive in the rubble, hurt, yes but alive” 

“Look” he started again.” We need to lay low until I can devise a plan to take those sons of bitch’s out,” He stopped and looked directly at you. I would send you somewhere else but let's be honest, you’ll be the safest with me”. He said.

 You were tired, beyond belief at this point and Frank finally started to pick up on it. “Ok,” he said “We both need sleep,” he said walking over to his bed. You got up and made your way to the bed. You tucked yourself “good night Frank”

“Goodnight kid”

--Next day–

It was 12 o’clock in the afternoon and you were still tired. It took a minute for the events of last night, Or was the early morning? To reset themselves into your brain. For a second you thought it was a dream. “Good morning kid” Frank said from the bathroom of the small motel. He was already getting ready for more driving, or at least you assumed as much. “Hey Frank” You said with a small smile creeping on your face. “ I made you a tea, its on your nightstand” You looked over and lo and behold there it was. Frank made you a tea every morning, he did it when you were back home in New York. And I guess being on the run isn’t going to ruin tradition. “I wanna keep driving today so drink your stuff and then, were out.” you nodded and finished your tea and you were on your way. 

But plans changed. Frank peaked outside the window and his face shifted. “Fuck” He said under his breath. “Oh my god, what now” you said already expecting the worse. Tightening your bag in your hand  “Those son’s of bitch’s from the Brooklyn building are here”

Shit.

“Kid I need you to listen to me” Frank had walked over to you. “I need you to go hide in the bathroom, If I’m not in there in 15 minutes,  you get out of here through the window, you understand”. “What about you” You said frantically “what if those guys hurt you! Frank I’m not leaving you!” You said. “I’m not asking you to do this, I’m telling you” He snarled. “I’m not letting those son’s of bitch’s lay a hand on you, you understand, I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you”. “And I can’t let anything happen to you Frank, your all I have left!”. Frank held your face in his hands, you must have been crying because you felt a drop fall from your eyes onto your cheek. “I know kid, I know” he said “that’s why I’m sorry”. “Sorry” you said with a puzzled expression “Sorry for what?”

“This.”

He pushed you into the bathroom and locked the door. “Frank!” you screamed. “FRANK LET ME OUT OF HERE!” but it was no use. You heard the door to the motel room open and the sound of multiple foot steps entering the room. Next thing you heard was gunshots, screaming, and a “run!” coming from a voice that sounded a lot like Franks.

“Check the rooms for others, word on the street is he has a child travelling with him” said a voice. “A child?” said another “what the hell would the Punisher keep a child around for?”

Fuck.

You could hear the foot steps get closer and closer to the bathroom door. You jumped on top of the toilet and through the window like Frank said. 

You ran around to the other side of the building and saw 5 men. They were all wearing masks of some kind. Two of the men were carrying frank into the back of a black van. The third one said something to the forth one and with that they left. 

845 PTY

Those were the plates on the van that took Frank. How the hell were you going to get out of this one?

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hope you enjoy and i will be making a part 3 :)

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