#frank castle x abigail miller

[munsonownsmyass]

Frank Castle x OFC! Abigail Miller

Summary: After his first visit, Frank comes to town more often. As the days go by, him and Abby get closer.

Notes: Still just some good ol' pining for this one folks. It's a slowburn, I'm sorry 😆

But we get way more Frank in this one and some not so pure thoughts. But really... who could have pure thoughts around Frank Castle? 🥵

There's also a little nod to Matt Murdock in here 🤭

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Words: 3.3K

Part 1 - Masterlist - Part 3

Two weeks. It had been exactly two weeks since Abby had last seen Frank. Some days she caught herself looking at the door, hoping he would walk through.

Which in itself is really silly. First of all, Mildred said he rarely comes to town, always keeping to himself. Secondly, she had barely talked to him. So why did she think about him?

Well, she had to admit his eyes were kinda pretty. Okay, they were downright beautiful. And thinking about it, his lips were kinda plump and… really kissable.

God, was she really thirsting over a man she barely knew? It really had been too long since she had gotten laid. And how old was he anyway? Definitely older than her, but the beard probably made him look older than he actually was. Abby shakes her head, finishing putting some freshly baked muffins in the display.

Thankfully it’s a slow day, so Abby has lots of time to do some much-needed chores around the store. Browse for new recipes, put the delivered goods in the cooler or storage. Just as she puts the empty boxes away in the backroom, she hears the bell from the door.

“I’ll be there in a sec” she yells cheerfully. When Abby re-enters the store, she sees him. Frank Castle. Well, you know what they say. Speak of the devil and all that. Without thinking, she instantly smooths down the folds of her apron, before she walks towards him.

“Mr. Castle, what can I do for you today?”

“I wanted some more bread. And maybe some cookies too.”

“You came to the right place then.” she smiles softly, hoping he takes no offence by the playful tone to her voice. She walks towards the counter, gesturing to the selection she has, waiting for his order. When he walks closer, she is reminded of just how tall he is. And broad. God, he is broad.

She forces a smile, looking up at Frank with an innocent face, like she didn’t just think about him. “So what tickles your fancy?”

He doesn’t answer, just looks at her with an intense gaze. His eyes trailing down her body and up again, where they once again meet hers. Abby suddenly feels shy, strangely exposed under his gaze.

“Do you have more of that corn loaf?” He asks, his deep voice calm and soft.

Surprised, Abby’s lips quirk up into a smile. Figures he would be a man of habits. “The same bread again, Mr. Castle? You don’t want to try something new?”

“Just call me Frank.”

A sudden warm feeling washes over her at the prospect of getting to know Frank better. It’s not much, but it’s a start.

“I do have one left.” Abby says softly, as she walks to the bread and put it in a bag. As she types the order into the register, Frank just looks at her, studying her quietly. Once she had added the cookies, she looks at him again. Not wanting him to go yet, but still not wanting to push too much, she gestures towards the coffee machine.

“You want a cup of coffee before you go?”

“No.” He says a bit too hard. He frowns quickly before his face turns softer. “No, thank you.”

It’s strange, as if he’s been alone for so long that he’s forgotten how to interact with people. Abby doesn't mind, though, but the thought makes her sad, makes her wonder why he keeps to himself.

He lingers for a moment, looking to the display, before his eyes find hers again. “You don’t have any red velvet cupcakes?”

 “No, but I can make you some.” Abby smiles softly, suddenly eyeing an opportunity. “If you leave your number, I can call you when they’re done?“

Frank nods softly, taking one of the notepads on the counter. As he scribbles down his number, Abby notices how small the ballpen is in his hand, how small the notepad is against the other. God, his hands are huge. Just like the rest of him. Before she can stop herself, Abby looks him up and down, before scolding herself. Down girl. She doesn’t even know him yet. And even if she did, she wouldn’t know what to do, hopeless around men. Truth be told, she’d never had a serious relationship, always been a little shy. Or she just never found the right one. But… Doesn’t hurt to look, does it?

She forces herself to look away, biting her lip in shame.

Frank hands her the block, before he puts his hands back into the pocket of his coat. Silence falls between them. Abby fidgets with the block, while Frank looks at her. He opens his mouth, as if he’s gonna say something, but no words come out. He looks away, nods and turns towards the door.

“Have a nice day, Frank.”

He gives her a quick wave and leaves the store. Abby looks after him until he reaches his car, wondering what he wanted to say. She looks at the block in her hand, smiling, before she returns to her chores.

The next day, Abby and Mildred are sitting in the couch area, when Mildred spots something outside.

“Well, will you look at that? Frank is in town again. Twice in one month.” She takes a sip of her coffee, her eyes following him as he walks towards the shop. “Don’t think that has ever happened before.”

“Actually…” Abby starts softly, biting her bottom lip. Mildred looks at her, scotching closer. “He was here yesterday.”

Mildred looks at Abby softly, raising her brow, as a shit eating grin spreads on her face. “Hmm… I wonder what’s suddenly causing him to visit more.”

She nudges Abby’s shoulder playfully, before she puts her cup down, walking towards the back room.

“What are you doing?” Abby asks, confused.

“Leaving you alone with him.” Mildred blinks, before she disappears behind the kitchen door, just in time for Frank to enter the shop. Abby turns to face him, a blush slowly creeping up her cheeks. Frank walks towards her slowly, a faint smile on his lips.

Huh. A smile. Would you look at that? Abby can’t help but imagine how he would look with a full-on smile, how it would light up his face.

“I was wondering if my cakes were ready. Was heading to town anyways, so…”

“Oh, yeah. I… I was just about to call you, actually.” She smiles softly, fighting the urge to smile too much. Mildred couldn’t be right, could she?

Abby gets up to get his cakes, already packed up nicely in a little box. As she hands him the box, he has a faint smile on his face, his features softening ever so slightly. Looking softer, he’s not that intimidating. Sure, the hair was a little long, and that beard could use a little trim, too. But it really wasn’t that bad.

As he walks to the door, Abby softly wishes him a good day, even though he never reciprocates. Frank stops in the door, looking out into the street, before he looks back at her. His brown eyes are soft, as they look into her green ones.

“Have a nice day” he says quickly, before lowering his gaze and walking out the store.

Once outside, he looks through the window, but when he sees Abby watching, he blushes and looks away. As Frank walks to his car, Mildred comes out of the backroom, practically snickering. She puts her arm around Abby, a wide smile on her face.

“That is something I never thought I would see. You got more than 5 words out of him. He must like you.”

She gives Abby a little squeeze, before she returns to her coffee, already talking about the county fair, even though it’s still a month away. But Abby’s mind is still on Frank. He couldn’t possibly like her, could he?

She shakes her head, walking over to Mildred, trying not to smile too much.

The next few weeks flew by. Frank had come into the shop 3 more times. Once to pick up more cookies and twice for… Well, Abby wasn’t sure. He said he just wanted coffee, but the coffee couldn’t be that good, could it?

He was still very quiet, not talking much at all. A few sentences here and there, but one thing she noticed was his voice. He sounded warmer, more comfortable. Even his body language changes. He looks more relaxed, the tension gone from his shoulders, as he sits on the couch, enjoying a coffee while looking at the small bookshelves.

One day he casually mentioned he was reading Moby Dick as he was browsing through her collection of classics. It was nice to know they had that in common.

Sometimes they don’t even talk at all, just relax in each other’s company. Every so often, Abby would look up as she’s finishing up a cake, only to find Frank’s eyes already on her. And for every sweet smile she gave him, he would give one in return.

The bell to the shop rings. When Abby looks up, she is in shock for a second. Frank is there and in his hand is a bouquet of Gerber Daisies. Smiling widely, surprised by his gesture, she takes the flowers from him. “What is this for?”

“The shop's three-month anniversary.” His voice soft and… nervous? No, she must be mistaken. “It’s from my garden.” He continues softly, looking at her. Abby is one big smile, as she finds an empty vase and pour some water in. Once the flowers are in, she puts it right on the counter.

He couldn’t have picked a better flower, the Gerber Daisy being one of her favorites. She had always loved colors and could remember how her dad would always bring her mother a bouquet every Friday, filled with Gerber Daisies in all the colors the florist had.

“It… It reminded me of you.” He says softly, a gentleness to his voice that almost makes her heart ache.

“How so?” Abby asks softly, almost certain her face was flushed red at this point.

“You’re colorful.” He huffs softly, before looking down at his hands. With a shrug of his shoulders, he looks up into her eyes again. But before he can say anything, they’re interrupted by Mr. Peterson, the guy who owned the flower shop next door.

“Hello Miss Miller. Here with your flowers.”

When he sees Frank, he instantly smiles wider. “Mr. Castle, it’s such a pleasure you’ve been coming to town more.”

Frank nods and smiles, before he walks to the door in a hurry. Mr. Peterson just shrugs it off, before he begins replacing the flowers around the shop.

Abby looks down at the Daisies, gently taking one of the petals between her fingertips. So he thinks about her, huh? A warm feeling runs through her, her heart beating faster. Abby wondered what he was about to say, when they got interrupted? God, she wishes she knew.

Still caressing the soft petal, she barely hears when Mr. Peterson speaks to her. “I’m sorry, Mr. Peterson. What?”

“Just said I was done, Dear. Have a good day.” He looks at her hand, before shooting her a knowing smile. He snickers softly as he leaves the store. Great, now that’ll be all over town. But somehow, she really doesn’t care. She turns to the flowers again and then notices something on the counter. A wallet.

Confused, she picks it up and looks for an ID. A huge grin spreads as she reads the name. Francis Cast-… Castiglione? Italian? And a Francis, huh? Curious, she reads the rest. His address, birthday and… Wait… His birthday was only a few days away. Should she…? No, that would be crazy, wouldn’t it? He would probably hate it if she did anything.

If he wanted to celebrate his birthday, he would say so, right? But maybe he didn’t say anything because-

Before she can finish the thought, some customers walk in. As she helps them pick out some cakes, Frank comes back. He sees his wallet and gestures to Abby that he found it, before leaving again.

A week later, Abby is sitting in her car, heading down a small forest road. This was probably crazy, but she really wanted to do something nice for Frank.

The last few months they had gotten closer and dared she think, had become friends? And friends didn’t let another friend be alone on their birthday.

Finally, after 4 wrong turns and 50 checks to many with the GPS, Abby finally pulls into the driveway. As she looks around, she is at a loss for words. The cabin is beautiful, taken straight out of a travel magazine. Beautiful wood and stones, perfectly matched, looking gorgeous against the green of the woods. Near the treeline, there are huge stacks of lumber.

The whole place is really quiet, peaceful. She gets why Frank loves it up here.

From a small gap in the trees, Frank emerges, followed by two pitbulls. When he sees Abby, he drops his axe on a log and walks towards her car, a frown on his face.

Shit. Maybe this was a bad idea. As he strides towards her car, she braces herself. Ready to be scolded, told to fuck off. She slowly exits the car, smiling gently at Frank.

“What are you doing here?”

She can’t quite decipher his expression. A mixture of anger and shock is painted on his face. Maybe even panic. Abby gets it. She’s probably the first one up here in years, maybe ever. “Sorry, I… It’s your birthday, so I wanted to-”

“How do you know?” He demands, looking into her eyes, confusion written all over his face.

“I… I looked in your wallet. To see who left it.” She bites her lip, looking at the ground like a scolded child. When she looks back up into his eyes, his expression has softened.

“Sorry, I… I never have visitors.”

“And now I see why.” Abby smiles nervously, gesturing towards his intimidating posture. Frank instantly relaxes.

A small wine comes from behind him, and they both look at the dogs, sitting nicely, waiting to be called over. Frank whistles and the dogs rush to Abby, almost knocking her over. She’s always loved dogs, grew up with them and had actually been thinking about adopting one after she moved out here.

“Easy boy.” Frank says softly to the eager dark one. God, his deep rich voice always makes her heart flutter.

“They’re cute. What’s their names?” Abby asks curiously, her eyes never leaving the dogs. Always been a dog person, maybe even liking them more than humans. Dogs are honest, their emotions and intentions always clear. She liked that.

“This guy is Max.” He points to the dark grey Pitbull, before turning to the red one. “And this little boy is… Red.”

Frank shuffles slightly, scratching the back of his head, as he looks down at the two of them. “Max I rescued, and Red I got at a shelter. Named after someone I knew years ago.”

He smiles softly as he pats squats down and pat the young Pitbull’s head. Abby couldn’t help but wonder who this person was. Must’ve have meant something to Frank. Abby stands again, brushing the dirt and dog hairs of her fingers. Suddenly nervous, she smoothed down her dress, before gesturing towards her car. “I actually brought you something.”

Abby excitedly opens the door, pulling out the cake and a present. Her smile falls slightly, when she sees his face. Abby was expecting him to be surprised, but she never would have expected this.

He looks overwhelmed, like he can’t believe what is happening. Abby’s heart clenches at the thought. How long had it been since anyone had done anything like this for him?

He gestures for her to follow, leading her to the backyard. While he goes inside to get plates, Abby sits down in a lounge chair. She didn’t know what she expected his place to look like, but it wasn’t quite this. New stylish furniture that complimented the wood of the cabin. It was all very clean and minimalistic, but still somehow had soul. She looks towards the terrace door, dying to know what it looks like on the inside. Maybe next time.

Frank comes back with a tray, holding plates, cups and a teapot. But that’s not what has caught Abby’s attention.

While inside, Frank has taken his jacket off and holy fuck. Abby had never seen arms as his, suddenly feeling her throat dry up. Toned muscular arms, flexed, so thick. And God, the shirt. Until now, she had only seen him with a jacket or sweatshirt on, never really knowing what kind of body was underneath. But now, as his tight t-shirt clings to him slightly damp skin, nothing is left to imagination. A broad, muscular chest. Nipples perked in the cool afternoon air. Abs dancing under the thin fabric. She bites her lip, wondering what he would look like without it, sweat dripping down his chest as he chops wood?

It takes every ounce of willpower for Abby to look away, before she gets caught. Her head now filled with images she wouldn’t forget anytime soon, she clears her throat, pushing the cake towards Frank.

“I… I-“ she coughs, stumbling over her words. Damn, how could he affect her so much without even doing anything. “I didn’t know what flavor you liked, so I made carrot cake.”

“Well, lucky for you I love cream cheese frosting.” A wide smile plays on his handsome features. Just when she didn’t think he could be any prettier, he smiles.

Frank carves them both a piece and then they eat in silence, looking out over his grounds. A big field of grass surrounded by trees. To one side, there’s a big greenhouse filled with plants and raised beds with herbs. To the other side there’s bushes with berries.

All over the yard there’s flowers, making it a colorful space. But closest to her, in many pots on the terrace, there’s Gerber Daisies. Just like the ones he gave her, in all colors of the rainbow. “This place is really wonderful, Frank.”

He just smiles and mutters a quiet thank you through a mouthful of cake. Abby giggles softly, the sight of Frank with his mouth full priceless, his cheeks filled out like a chipmunk. “So, I take it the cake was a hit?”

“Best damn cake I’ve had in years, sweetheart.”

She’s so damn easy. One ‘sweetheart’ leaves his lips and she’s a puddle. But to be fair, that voice of his is something else.

Abby gently pushes the present towards him. Frank tears the paper away, smiling when he sees the book. Okay, sure, maybe she should have gotten him something else. But she didn’t know him well enough, and he did seem to love books.

“Looking at what books you eyed at the shop, I thought that you might enjoy ‘The Call of the Wild’.”

“I love it, thank you.” Frank smiles softly, opening the book, inspecting the pages. Suddenly captivated by the way his fingers gently dance over the pages, Abby can’t help but wish she was that book. To have his fingers dance over her skin like that. She swallows a huge lump, looking at his hands. How could such a big book look small in his hands?

After a moment's silence, he looks into her eyes, suddenly looking a little nervous. “Abby, you’re going to the county fair, right?”

Slightly surprised by his question, she tells him how Mildred coerced her into helping set up. “But my evening is free. Why?”

“Maybe… You’d wanna go with me?”

Abby isn’t sure he heard him right. But the way he smiles, she knows it’s true. She can’t hold back her smile, as she happily agrees.

She was already tripping. Did he just ask her on a date? As she looks up into his beautiful chocolate eyes, a soft smile on his face, her heart flutters. Saturday couldn’t come fast enough.

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Hello! 🐺 32NB seeking some new discord rp partners who are 21 and older for dark, filth filled plots🌶🕊. Looking for a good mix of plot and spice. Please heed that these are not for the faint of heart. Not looking to replace anyone but seeking various fandom pairings. You will find the pairings listed below. Tupperbox use is a must.

Marvel:

• Frank Castle x Matt Murdock (willing to play either)

• Tony Stark x Peter Parker (I want to play Parker)

• Eddie Brock/Venom x Peter Parker (I want to play Brock)

• Eddie Brock/Venom x FTM Peter Parker (I want to play Brock)

• Hydra Supreme Steve Rogers x Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes (I want to play Rogers)

• Bucky Barnes x Serum turned FTM Steve Rogers (I want to play Rogers)

• MTF Natasha Romanoff x FTM Steve Rogers (I want to play Natasha)

• Natasha Romanoff x Peter Parker (I want to play Parker)

• Deacon Frost x Karen Jensen (I want to play Karen)

• Deacon Frost x Abigail Whistler (willing to play either)

Stranger Things:

• James Hopper x FTM Steve Harrington (I want to play Steve)

• MTF Robin Buckley x FTM Steve Harrington (I want to play Robin)

• Billy Hargrove x FTM Steve Harrington (I want to play Steve)

• James Hopper x FTM Billy Hargrove (I want to play Hopper)

• James Hopper x Joyce Byer x Jonathan Byer (I want to play Hopper but willing to play both Jonathan and Hopper)

Dc:

• Clark Kent x Jonathan Kent (I want to play Jonathan)

• Harley Quinn x MTF Poison Ivy (I want to play Ivy)

• Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy (willing to play either)

• Dick Grayson x Jason Todd (I want to play Grayson)

• Dick Grayson x Damien Wayne (I want to play Dick)

• Kara Danvers x Clark Kent (I want to play Kara)

• Kara Danvers (futa) x anyone (I want to play Kara)

Saw:

• Mark Hoffman x Peter Strahm (I want to play Peter)

• Amanda Young x Mark Hoffman x Lawrence Gordon (willing to play any and more than one)

• Lawrence Gordon x Logan Nelson (I want to play Logan)

• Amanda Young x Logan Nelson (I want to play Logan)

• Mark Hoffman x Logan Nelson (I want to play Logan)

Horror:

• Don't Breathe: Rocky x Alex (I want to play Alex)

• Don't Breathe: Norman Nordstrom x Rocky (I want to play Rocky)

• Friday the 13th: Clay Miller x Whitney Miller (I want to play Clay)

• Friday the 13th: Jason Voorhees x Whitney Miller (I want to play Whitney)

• Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Heather Miller x Carl Hartman (I want to play Carl)

• Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Heather Miller x Jedidiah Sawyer (I want to play Heather)

• Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Lila x Richter (I want to play Richter)

• Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Heather Miller x Lila x Richter (willing to play any and multiple)

• Scream: Mickey Altieri x Sydney Prescott (I want to play Sydney)

• Scream: Sam Carpenter x MTF Tara Carpenter (I want to play Tara)

• Scream: MTF Sam Carpenter x Chad Meeks Martin (I want to play Sam)

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✧･MASTERLIST･✧

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ATTACK ON TITAN

All Of My Kingdom For Your Return [Eren Yeager x Reader x Reiner Braun] HCS

CRIMINAL MINDS

Body and Soul [Spencer Reid x Reader]

Home [Spencer Reid x Reader]

The Other Shirt [Spencer Reid x Reader]

DEMON SLAYER

Stealing the Hashira's haori I [Tomioka Giyuu]

HANNIBAL

Distraction [Abigail Hobbs x Reader] 

Énouement [Will Graham x Reader]

Dating Abigail Hobbs would include...

HAIKYUU!

Kenma and his s/o have a lazy day

Sugawara comforting his s/o after they lose an important game

Cuddle Me! [Keiji Akaashi x Reader]

Victorious [Daichi Sawamura x Reader]

INHERITANCE CYCLE

Being in love with Murtagh Morzansson would include...

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Tili Tili Bom [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

MERLIN

Dating Merlin would include...

MIDSOMMAR

Being Dani Ardor’s best friend and being in love with her would include...

Being a Hårgan and falling in love with Dani would include...

First Day [Dani Ardor x Reader]

July 7th [Dani Ardor x Reader]

OUTLANDER

Imagine messing around with Jamie Fraser

PUNISHER

Being Frank Castle's surrogate daughter would include...

SCREAM

Blood, Blood, Gallons of the Stuff [Beth x Reader]

STAR WARS

Per Ardua Ad Astra [Rey Skywalker x Reader]

STRANGER THINGS

Homecoming [Steve Harrington x Reader] 

Nancy Wheeler admitting her feelings for you would include...

TRIPLE FRONTIER

Stormy Weather [Benny Miller x Reader]

TRON: LEGACY

Dating Sam Flynn would include...

Being an ISO and helping Sam Flynn would include...

Z NATION

You Will Be Found [Operation Bitemark x Reader] 

[Make sure to check back for updates!]

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Noticias de series de la semana: Más 'Pose'

Renovaciones

FX ha renovado Pose por una tercera temporada

Paramount ha renovado Yellowstone por una tercera temporada

truTV ha renovado I'm Sorry por una tercera temporada

truTV ha renovado Tacoma FD por una segunda temporada

Netflix ha renovado The Rain por una tercera y última temporada

ITV ha renovado Cold Feet por una novena temporada

Netflix ha renovado Siempre bruja por una segunda temporada

Cancelaciones

Netflix ha cancelado Chambers tras su primera temporada

Movistar+ ha cancelado Instinto tras su primera temporada

Otras noticias

La quinta y última temporada de Lucifer tendrá diez episodios.

National Geographic estudia convertir The Hot Zone en una antología.

Lisa Emery (Darlene) y Janet McTeer (Helen) serán regulares en la tercera temporada de Ozark.

Incorporaciones y fichajes

Julie Andrews (Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music) pondrá voz a Lady Whistledown, narradora de la adaptación para Netflix de las novelas de Julia Queen sobre la poderosa familia Bridgerton. Escrita por Chris Van Dusen (Scandal, Grey's Anatomy) y producida por Shonda Rhimes (Grey's Anatomy, Scandal), es una lectura feminista de la Inglaterra del Período Regencia (1811-1820).

Demi Moore (Ghost, G.I. Jane), Kylie Bunbury (When They See Us, Pitch), Hannah John-Kamen (Killjoys, Black Mirror), Sen Mitsuji (Origin), Joseph Morgan (The Originals, The Vampire Diaries) y Nina Sosanya (Killing Eve, Good Omens) se unen a Brave New World. Moore será Linda, la madre de John (Alden Ehrenreich).

Rosamund Pike (Gone Girl, State of the Union) será Moiraine en Wheel of Time.

Whoopi Goldberg (Sister Act, Ghost), James Marsden (Westworld, X-Men), Amber Heard (Aquaman, The Danish Girl), Greg Kinnear (Little Miss Sunshine, As Good as It Gets), Odessa Young (Assassination Nation) y Henry Zaga (Trinkets, 13 Reasons Why) están en conversaciones para protagonizar The Stand. Serán Madre Abigail, inmune al virus y líder de los supervivientes que dice ser profeta de Dios; Stu Redman, inmune al virus y líder de supervivientes; Nadine Cross, profesora y virgen que cree que su destino es estar al lado del malvado Randall Flagg; Glen Bateman, un profesor con artritis que se une a Stu en su viaje para conocer a Abigail; Frannie Goldsmith, una mujer embarazada que se enamora de Stu; y Nick Andros, un joven timador sordomudo con un parche en el ojo.

Josh Holloway (Lost, Colony) será recurrente en la tercera temporada de Yellowstone como Roarke Carter, un gerente de fondos de inversión con planes ambiciosos en Montana.

Jennifer Morrison (Once Upon a Time, House M.D.) se une como recurrente a la cuarta temporada de This Is Us. No se conocen más detalles.

Jamie Chung (The Gifted, Once Upon a Time), Jordan Patrick Smith (Vikings, Neighbours), Jamie Neumann (The Deuce, Jessica Jones), Erica Tazel (Justified, The Good Fight) y Mac Brandt (Kingdom, Arrested Development) se unen como recurrentes a Lovecraft Country. Abbey Lee (Mad Max: Fury Road) sustituye a Elizabeth Debicki en el papel de Christina Braithwhite, la hija del líder de una orden secreta conocida como 'Sons of Adam'.

Mark-Paul Gosselaar (Saved by the Bell, Franklin & Bash) será el padre de Bow en Mixed-ish sustituyendo a Anders Holm, que interpretó al personaje en el episodio de Black-ish que servía como presentación de la serie.

Drew Van Acker (Devious Maids, Pretty Little Liars) será Aqualad en la segunda temporada de Titans.

Christine Elise, que interpretó a Emily Valentine en Beverly Hills, 90210, también participará en BH90210.

Sarah Lancashire (Happy Valley, Kiri), Joanna Scanlan (Getting On, No Offence), Sidse Babett Knudsen (Borgen, Westworld), Mark Lewis Jones (National Treasure, Stella) y Genevieve Barr (Press, The Fades) protagonizarán The Light, última parte de la trilogía de Jack Thorne para Channel 4 que forman también National Treasure y Kiri.

Eric Ladin (The Killing, Impulse), Patrick Fischler (Lost, Happy!), Nora Zehetner (Heroes, Designated Survivor), Eloise Mumford (Chicago Fire, Fifty Shades Freed), Shannon Lucio (Prison Break, True Blood) y Josh Cooke (Hart of Dixie, Dexter) protagonizarán The Right Stuff junto a Patrick J. Adams, Jake McDorman, Joe Dempsie, Aaron Staton, Michel Trotter, Micah Stock y James Lafferty, que serán los siete astronautas del equipo Mercury.

Michelle Forbes (The Killing, True Blood), Patrick Fugit (Outcast, Almost Famous), Michael Gaston (The Man in the High Castle, The Leftovers), Tess Haubrich (Pine Gap, Alien: Covenant) y Shruti Haasan se unen a Treadstone.

Himesh Patel (Yesterday, The Luminaries) se une a Avenue 5. Será Jordan Hatwal, un joven comediante al que ofrecen una estancia de ocho semanas en el crucero galáctico alrededor de Saturno.

Sarah Parish (Broadchurch, Trollied) sustituye a Kim Cattrall en The Cockfields.

Derek Luke (13 Reasons Why, God Friended Me), Max Martini (Crisis, Revenge), Paola Nuñez (The Son) y Joel Allen (Never Goin' Back) se unen como regulares a la segunda temporada de The Purge.

Matt Letscher (The Flash, The Carrie Diaries) y Brittany Batcheider (The Alienist) serán recurrentes en The Angel of Darkness, secuela de The Alienist, como William Randolph Hearst, titán de los periódicos; y Joanna, sobrina de Cyrus Montrose (Robert Wisdom).

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Abby had never really thought she'd own a bakery. There had always been a love for baking, but owning a bakery in Bar Harbor, Maine? It would certainly take some time getting used to.

Frank, a former marine, settles in the small town of Bar Harbor, wanting to get away from New York, from all the memories, and just live a simple, quiet life.

But then... he meets Abby.

Part 1: A start of something new

Abby inherits a bakery after her grandmother. She's not too keen about moving, this is all a very big change, but maybe this place isn't too bad. Maybe she might even find something to stay for?

Part 2: Daisy

After his first visit, Frank comes to town more often. As the days go by, him and Abby get closer.

Part 3: Night of lights

It's time for the annual carnival and Abby has been looking forward to seeing Frank again.

Part 4: Chop Chop

Frank chopping wood... that's it 😜

[munsonownsmyass]

Frank Castle x OFC! Abigail Miller

Summary: Abby inherits a bakery after her grandmother. She's not too keen about moving, this is all a very big change, but maybe this place isn't too bad. Maybe she might even find something to stay for?

Notes: This chapter is mostly to set the scene. There will be much more Frank in the next one 😉

Also, thank you to my lovely Ericca @e-dubbc11 for reading this through.

Words: 2.3 K

Masterlist - part 2

Abby had never really thought that she’d own a bakery. There had always been a love for baking, and she remembered all the times she had baked with her grandmother, but owning a bakery in Bar Harbor, Maine? It would certainly take some time getting used to this.

When her grandmother died, she left Abby her bakery. Along with the deed to the shop and a key to Nana’s house, there had been a small note.

“Life is too short, Abby. Make it sweet.”

It had come as a shock when she passed. Abby always felt that she had a special connection to her grandmother that the others didn’t, spending almost every summer since she was a kid in Bar Harbor, playing in the bakery, stealing frosting. Her grandmother always pretended she didn’t notice, but Abby knew she did.

When the other kids would play outside, fishing or play soccer, she would immerse herself in decorating cakes, taking joy in watching as the bread would rise, hearing that sweet crunchy sound that only comes from a whole tower of baked bread fresh out of the oven.

Her grandmother always encouraged her to bake. Asking if she'd help her in the kitchen during the holidays or ask for her help in the store. Maybe she secretly hoped to fuel Abby's love for baking, planning for her to take over the shop all along.

The thought makes Abby smile. Of course, that’s what this was. Her grandmother never did anything half assed, so why would she do it with her legacy? And now she was here at last. Well, almost. It had been 40 minutes, and she was still standing outside the shop, staring in through the window.

It was hard to go in there, knowing Nana wouldn’t be on the other side of the counter. Could Abby even make this place as great as she did? With Nana, everyone always felt welcome. Like they were family. Like this little space was a home away from home.

You know that feeling when you step into a store, no matter what kind, and instantly feel like you belong? That you could spend hours there, looking at every little detail, taking in every smell, flavor and sound? Yeah, Nana’s bakery was that kind of place. She was everyone’s grandmother.

“Are you alright, dear?”

Abby turns to see a sweet, older woman smiling beside her. She seems so familiar somehow, but it’s been years since Abby’s been here, so it's hard to remember everyone.

“Oh, yeah. I just… I’m trying to muster up some courage to go in.” Abby answers nervously, knowing how odd it must sound.

The realization dawns on the older woman and she instantly smiles, pulling Abby into a big hug. “Oh, Abby! I haven’t seen you in years. How are you?”

Some might feel weird about hugging a stranger, but she wasn’t really, was she? Abby hugs her back, not feeling alone for the first time since she arrived.

“I’m so sorry. I… I don’t really remember you.” She admits, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I’m Mildred. I was your Nana’s neighbor.”

A smile slowly creeps up Abby’s face as she remembers Mildred. She was this sweet lady that would always stop by Nan’s house, especially after grandpa passed away. She had been there for Nana, always funny and the life of the party. Exactly the type of person Abby could only hope to be when she got older.

“Well, I guess I’m your neighbor now. Nana, she... She left me both the shop and the house.” The sadness hits her out of nowhere. She also had to go into Nana’s house. The last few days, as everything got finalized, she had bounced between the lawyer’s office and the motel. It hadn’t really dawned on her yet that she actually had to go through Nana’s things too.

Abby sighs heavily, happy that her parents and sister will be here in a few days, so she wouldn’t do the clean up alone. It would be hard for all of them, but thinking about her dad going through his mother’s stuff is enough to make Abby sad. A lifetime of stuff and memories, just waiting to get sorted.

It was probably good that Abby would be there too, to stop them from throwing out the important stuff. The books definitely needed to stay, especially the cooking books. Every page filled with Nana’s own notes.

See, this was probably why it was Abby who got the shop. Nana raised 4 boys, none of them even picking up a utensil unless it was for the grill. Never understood the joy of creating something, 'except for a mess'. Nana's words, not Abby's.

Abby is brought back to the present by Mildred softly taking her hand. Rubbing soothing circles on the back of Abby’s hand, Mildred gives her a soft smile. “I know it’s a lot. Come on, I’ll go with you.”

Abby looks down at the key in her hand, exhaling softly. With a final reassuring nod from Mildred, she opens the door and walks in, thankful she didn’t have to do this alone.

Looking around, she notices that not much has changed since she last was there. The same cake stands Nana got for Christmas when Abby was 8. Her favorite apron on the counter. Abby walks closer, fingers touching the worn fabric. How old was this thing even?

Feeling a single tear escape, Abby quickly wipe it away, looking at the rest of the store. Mildred turns on the light, the warm glow falling on the displays and the small tables in front. This place had always felt like home to Abby. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad? With a little cleaning and a little remodeling, it would be an amazing place.

The rest of the day Abby and Mildred cleans up in the bakery, removing a months’ worth of dust. As they unbox some new gear and put everything in order, they fall into a rhythm. The years of helping her grandmother is still there, like muscle memory.

Almost done, Abby turns to ask Mildred a question, but finds her smiling softly. Abby puts down the old order book, suddenly a bit shy. “What?”

“You just… remind me so much of Mary.” Mildred’s bottom lip quivers as tears fill her eyes. Abby had been holding back her tears all day, but hearing those words from Mildred makes her lose the fight. As the tears pour down her cheeks, Mildred takes Abby into her embrace.

They stay like that for a while, taking comfort in each other’s arms. No number of hugs could make them forget about Nana, but at least they have each other now.

The first week flies by in the blink of an eye. Abby is at the shop every day, trying to get the place ready for the big relaunch. All the walls get a fresh coat of paint. Nana had always loved natural colors, nothing to bright or bold. But it was time for a change. The shelves might keep their white color, but the walls were now beautiful teal.

As a true friend, Mildred was still team Nana and thought the color was too much. But eventually she admitted it wasn’t too bad. The same with the new tables for the little café corner. Red leather on the chairs, black tabletops. It was beautiful.

On the opposite side of the entrance, in the best Friends style, was a big orange couch, a little coffee table and a single chair. The space looked inviting, hopefully making people wanna stay for some coffee and cakes. And just to add a little bit of herself, Abby added some shelves with books. And lots of plants.

When Abby puts down the last pot of flowers on one of the small tables, she looks around. Bright and inviting, the colors making the place vibrant. The place had come alive again, felt like her space now.

But Nana’s spirit wasn’t gone. Far from it. Near the couch, she had made an entire wall with pictures. Nana on the opening day of the bakery, Abby herself on a small stool piping frosting on a cupcake, Nana in the window of the shop with a big smile as always. All of them were there. Nana, her father and his brothers, all the grandkids. An homage to the incredible life that Nana lived. Gone, but definitely not forgotten.

The next few weeks were a blur, so full of people. Some just stopped by to give their condolences to Abby. Most wanted to talk about Nana, share stories from the times they shared with her and how they missed her. Some seemed like they only came to see what had happened to the little bakery, a few muttered words about the colors being “a tad too much”.

But most were just there to stare at Abby. She wasn’t exactly new to town, but many hadn’t seen her in years and Abby could barely recognize them. But they were all kind, they really were. Offering advice, help and even wanting to get her involved in the community.

One thing Abby had always loved were slow mornings. Just time to enjoy her tea, looking at the sun rising, letting the sunlight soak into her pores. The ride from the house to the town was so beautiful, the nature more amazing than what she was used to from back home.

On her short walk from the parking lot to the shop, people actually waved to her, and the birds are chirping. Maybe she was too quick to judge this place? It wouldn’t be so bad.

She stops in front of the bakery, slowly pulling out her key, ready to start a new day.

“Mary always opened at 8.30.”

Startled, Abby looks to the side. She looks directly into a chest, having to look up to see his eyes. He's tall and broad, so broad. His hair is a little long and his beard a bit on the unruly side too. He honestly looks a bit intimidating. The way his dark eyes looks into hers, his jaw clenched as he looks impatient.

“I’m so sorry, I…” Abby tries softly, shaking her head before looking at the stranger again. “I was told that 9 was fine. Sorry.”

He just tilts his head slightly, looking at her. With a raised eyebrow, he gestures towards the door. Abby just nods, quickly opening the door and letting him in. As she scrambles to get the apron on and starting up the register, he just stands there, looking at her. She checks in with the worker that showed up early to start the baking, making sure everything is on track.

The entire time Abby can feel his eyes on her, almost burning into her skin. Whether its curiosity or annoyance, she doesn’t know. When everything is finally up and running, she looks up at him with a timid smile.

“So, what can I do for you?”

He steps closer to the counter, hands in his pockets. Abby can’t help but feel small compared to him, as he towers over her.

“This place still make that loaf with the corn crumble on top?” He asks, his deep voice causing Abby to lose all ability to speak for a moment.

“Ehm, yeah. I do. I mean, we do. Yes.” Abby blushes, feeling stupid. Why so flustered? It's just a guy. A handsome guy, but still. He breaks into a small smile.

“So… that’s a yes then?” he teases, and it only makes Abby blush even more. She just nods and when he asks for one, she quickly bags one for him.

“Anything else you’d like?”

“Chocolate chip cookies.”

He’s a man of few words, it seems. Abby just takes a bag and places on the counter, giving him the total. When he hands her the money, their fingers touch for just a second.

She looks into his eyes, beautiful brown like the tastiest chocolate. Abby hates to admit it, but there is something about that rugged man. He could use a haircut and a shave, but still…

Abby bites her lip, looking away as she takes the money and put them into the register. Brushing a strain of hair behind her ear, she feels herself get flustered as she looks up at him.

“Have a great day.”

He gives her a quick smile, barely there, before he turns towards the door. On his way out, Mildred meets him in the door. “Morning Frank. What brought you to town?”

He just lifts up the bags and walks out of the store. Abby can’t help but look at him as he walks away. “Who is he?”

“That, honey, is Frank Castle. We don’t really know much about him. Moved here a couple of years ago, keeps to himself. Rarely comes to town.” She shrugs a little, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “He was in the army, I believe. Marines, maybe. Now he works for Hammond Lumber Company.”

Abby looks out of the window, catching a glimpse of Frank before he disappears around the corner. He sure does have a great ass. Clearing her throat, turning her focus back to Mildred, she tries to look uninterested. “Lumber Company… So he’s a lumberjack?”

“Yes. And honey, I'm telling you. I might be an old woman, but you should see him chop wood. Even makes me break a sweat.” She giggles like a schoolgirl, playfully nudging Abby’s shoulder. Abby just smiles softly as she pours herself some tea.

She tries to straighten up a bit, getting ready for her customers to arrive. Keep her mind distracted. But her thoughts keep drifting back to the man from before. Frank Castle. Huh.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she would bump into him again.

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Frank Castle x OFC! Abigail Miller

Summary: Frank chopping wood... that's pretty much it. But I promise it's good 😜

Warnings: horny and slightly explicit thoughts. And Frank with sweat dripping down his body is a warning in itself.

Notes: Sorry it took some time to get this out. Life 😅

Words: 2.3K

Part 3 - Masterlist

It had been a week since the county fair and Abby was still on cloud nine. She found herself daydreaming more, spacing out thinking about Frank and their kiss. Well, kisses. And oh, what amazing kisses it had been. She would still blush at the thought of his amazing lips against hers, the way he pressed her body against his.

And then their ride with the Ferris Wheel, her snuggling into his side. When they reached the top, true to his word, Frank had kissed her again. Feeling like the lead in a Hallmark movie, it was the single most romantic thing that had ever happened to her. Frank was so gentle, so kind, and Abby caught herself wishing she had moved here years ago.

“Abby, are you even listening?”

She looks up, pulled from yet another stray thought. God, how long had she spaced out? “No, sorry. I-I was thinking about some, uh… food coloring I needed to order. What did you say?”

Abby does her best to seem indifferent, putting on a fake smile, but she’s too easy to read. Always had been. Mildred looks at her with a raised brow, clearly seeing right through her.

“I said… Did you have a great time with Frank at the fair?” She smiles, already knowing the answer to her question. Hell, the whole town probably knew. Abby and Frank had been the talk of the town ever since. People guessing what had happened, what they were. 

“It was fine.” Abby answers softly, quickly wiping the counter and moving some stuff away, trying to avoid Mildred’s piercing gaze and shit eating grin. 

“Oh, come on Honey. With that smile plastered on your face, it sure as hell was better than ‘fine’.”

Abby turns, wanting to rebuttal, but no words come out. Her and Frank weren’t exactly a secret, but he liked his privacy and she didn’t want to put more fuel on the gossip fire, afraid to scare him off.

But she also knew Mildred wouldn’t give up. She had to give her something, unless she wanted her to pester her for the rest of the day. “Fine. We… kissed.”

“I KNEW IT!” Mildred screams, drawing attention from people walking by outside the store. Mortified, Abby tries to shush her, but to no avail. Mildred is already spiraling, asking if they are official, when their next date is. When she blurts out if Frank wants kids ‘cause he’s not getting any younger’, Abby stops her with a soft hand on her shoulder. 

Abby feels bad when kids are mentioned, but the frown gives away to a smile, as she sits down in the seating area, finally giving in and starts telling Mildred everything about that night.

Later that day, still giggling at her chat with Mildred, Abby is driving up the driveway to Frank's house. Dinner and a movie. A date. In his house. To say she was nervous would be an understatement. Well, maybe not nervous, more like excited. 

She really liked Frank. Never before had she felt like this for anyone, the urge to smile just hearing his name. How her heart would beat faster just thinking about their kiss. She felt like herself around him, no need to pretend. Everything was easier with him, like it was meant to be.

Even Frank was different after their date, seemed more at ease, more confident. Like he’d been hiding and now all his walls were finally gone, ready to live again. Live with her. There were still things she didn’t know, but all in good time. Right now, she was just happy to see him again.

As Abby pulls up in front of the house, she’s surprised Max and Red aren’t there to greet her. Leaving the car, she calls out for the boys, but there’s no answer. In the distance there’s the unmistakable sound of wood being chopped. 

Walking down the little path between the trees, the sound is getting louder. As she reaches the clearing, she stops dead in her tracks, marveling at the sight before her.

Frank has a large log over his shoulder, lifting it over to a stump designated for the chopping. He managed to make the heavy load seem easy, like it barely phased him. Thoughts of how easily he could carry her, floods Abby’s mind. If he could toss those heavy logs around, lifting her would be a piece of cake. The knowledge of Frank being so strong was incredibly attractive. He could easily use that strength against her, and the thought was quite frankly exhilarating. How he without much force could drag her into his embrace, push her around… pin her against one of the trees.

Her face was getting red, and a warmth spread in her body that certainly wasn’t caused by the sun above her.

Frank’s shirt discarded, tossed over a pile of logs, he was now only wearing his jeans. His tight, very well fitted jeans. His chest bare, glistening with sweat in the afternoon sun. His muscular arms, biceps like none she’d ever seen before and toned forearms, his muscles dancing under the skin. A few scars scattered around his body, only adding to the sex appeal.

Seeing him like that made Abby just a bit more flustered. Made her lightheaded, short of breath, as he took another swing, his pecs moving just slightly by the sheer force of his swing. 

As he throws another big log down, Abby bites down on her lip. It had to be heavy, so lifting her would be nothing. The whole scene is a bit obscene, the noises he makes, those muffled grunts going straight to her core. 

A thought flashes through her head. Frank coming up beside her in the bakery, throwing her onto the counter. Or using those strong arms to pin her against the big fridge. With a smile, Abby makes a mental note to invite Frank to the bakery after hours one day.

She then realizes she shouldn’t just stand here and watch, but she couldn’t tear herself away. There was just something about the way his shoulders tense as he brings the axe over his head before bringing it down, cleaving the log in two. Something about the strength of his muscular arms, covered in scars and tattoos. Something about the sweat beaded on his slightly tanned skin, catching her eye as the beads slowly make their way down his body.

Another grunt leaves his lips. His large hands twisted around the handle of the axe, his stance wide and his jeans tight against his thick thighs. His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip, before he takes another swing.

Abby’s mind begins to wander again, unable to keep her thoughts straight. Imagining what it would be like to have his large palms caressing her body, gripping onto her. What it would be like to have his tongue on her, tasting her. A breathy sigh leaves her lips at the thought, only made worse by the sweat dancing on his body, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. His tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip.

Abby switches her weight, causing a branch to break. Abby looks up, a beautiful smile grazing his features, when he sees her. 

“Hey there Sunshine.”

He quickly notices the flush of her cheeks, her shortness of breath. It doesn’t take a scientist to see how worked up this little scene has made her and Frank smirks, clearly loving the effect he has on her. “Could you hand me that water, sweetheart?”

He points to a water bottle on a stoop next to Abby. Swallowing hard, she manages to move, her legs feeling like jelly. When she hands him the bottle, he takes a sip, a few drops dripping down his chin to his chest. 

Abby must bite her lip to suppress a moan, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by Frank. Smirking, he lifts the bottle over his head, pouring the remainder of the water over his head to cool down.

Or to torture Abby, who knows? The way the water washes down his handsome features, dripping over his lips, sends another wave of heat through Abby. As her gaze follows the water dancing over his chest, down to his ripped stomach before reaching the little trail of hairs vanishing under the band of his pants.

Abby had never thought of herself as a lustful person, but right in that moment, it takes every ounce of self-control not to throw herself at him. Just to let her tongue play over his skin, wet and warm, tasting every inch of him.

A hand on her arm pulls her back to reality, Frank looking a little smug. “Maybe we should get you out of the sun, Sweetheart. You look a little… hot.”

Back on the terrace, Abby is enjoying the sun, gently scratching Red’s head as Frank is prepping dinner with Max sitting by him, hoping for some scraps to fall down. In one corner of the terrace is a gorgeous outdoor kitchen. Apparently, Frank was a decent chef and quite fond of food. Not that you could tell by his incredible physique.

Abby smiles to herself, cherishing all the new titbits of information Frank gives her. He is so different from what she thought he would be, but she likes the Frank she’s gotten to know. 

As he continues to talk about a story from when he was on one of his deployments, Abby’s mind starts to wander. He looks good, cooking. Swinging the knife like a pro, chopping the vegetables with ease. Her eyes trailing down his arms, the session in the woods returning to her mind. Will she ever get that image out of her head?

“Something on your mind, Sunshine?”

Your body. But she can’t say that, she has to think fast. Clearing her throat, she recalls something he briefly mentioned at the fair. “You… You said you had a family. Could you tell me something about them? Only if… if it’s okay.”

Frank seems to freeze, but just for a second. Her question must have been too personal for how little time they’ve known each other, and Abby instantly regrets asking.

“I’m sorry, Frank. I-” Abby starts, but Frank turns slowly, looking into her eyes. He’s not mad. Maybe he knew this question would come and was prepared for it.

“My wife’s name was Maria. I met her at a park when I was playing my guitar. And not good, according to her.” Frank smiles softly at the memory and look into Abby’s eyes. He tells her everything she needs to know. About Maria, Lisa and Junior. How he had asked her to marry him after only three months and about that fateful day in Central Park.

It was clear that he had loved them dearly, that he had been devastated by their deaths. For a moment, Abby fear that he can’t never love her like he loved them. She could never replace them and didn’t want to, but it was hard to live in another woman’s shadow.

Frank can sense her distress and walks over, cupping her cheeks gently before giving her a kiss. His dark eyes find hers, the softness in them reassuring her. That he would never forget them, but he did in fact like her. Maybe he could even love her.

His lips find hers, kissing her tenderly. Still getting used to his incredible kisses, Abby feels her knees getting weak. The few butterflies in her stomach now an entire swarm, as he kisses her more deeply.

When he breaks away, his chocolate eyes find hers. His gaze still soft, yet so full of emotion. “I really like you, Abby.”

“I really like you too, Frank.” she giggles softly, giving him a sweet, quick kiss. He returns to the food, flipping over the meat, before turning his attention back to her once more.

“I… I’ve been through some shit. Things I want to forget, put behind me. And…” he huffs softly, trying to gather up the courage to say the next words. “With you I feel like I can finally move on.”

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Frank Castle x OFC! Abigail Miller

Summary: It's time for the annual carnival and Abby has been looking forward to seeing Frank again.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff, lots of pining, two fools that really like each other and... a little surprise.

Notes: It's finally here. I'm sorry it's been a while, but shit happened. Anyways... it's here now. Hope y'all like it.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Part 2 - Masterlist - part 3

‘Pull yourself together. It’s just a county fair’. Abby had repeated those words every time she tossed a dress to the side. On the 6th dress now and still unsure which one to choose. Cause honestly, was it just a carnival? No, not really. Was it a date? Maybe not that either. Frank wasn’t even picking her up, agreed upon meeting there, so it really wasn’t a date, was it? And why was she this worked up, if it wasn’t a date?

She groans as she throws herself on the bed, sighing heavily into her pillow. This really shouldn’t be this hard. Just put on a damn dress. She turns her head, frowning at the pile on the floor. Well, Frank did call her colorful…

With a grunt, Abby peels herself off the bed and puts on a flowery dress. Not as colorful as the bouquet she got, but still bright and playful.

Good, one thing done. Now onto makeup and hair. She walks to the bathroom, trying her best to look as natural as possible, but still pretty. Looking into the mirror, she sighs heavily once more. She really needed to relax a bit. Just a county fair, just a night out.

She looks into the mirror in the hall, one last look over, before heading out. Just as Abby reaches for her keys, her doorbell rings. Great. Just what she needs. She really can’t be late. Confused and slightly annoyed, she opens the door.

She was not at all prepared for what she sees. Frank Castle. But he doesn’t look like the Frank she’s gotten to know over the last few months. His hair is shorter, but still with enough length for him to style it. The beard was trimmed too, now shorter and shaped.

Abby couldn’t help but stare. His face much more open now, she could really see just how beautiful he was. She already knew he was, inside and out, but now he looked devilishly handsome, sexy even.

Looking into his eyes, she notices Frank is uncomfortable, running his hand through his hair. It's then Abby realizes she hasn't said anything, just stared at him. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m staring”

“Hopefully it’s a good thing?” Frank asks almost nervously. He’s obviously done it for her, wanted to look good for their date and Abby can’t help but smile.

“Oh, definitely. You look good!” She blurts it out before she can stop herself. Giggling softly, she tucks a loose strain of hair behind her ear, looking up to find Frank’s eyes on her, a huge smile on his face.

“Ehm, I mean…” she starts, wanting to downplay it. But she just gives caution to the wind. “You know what, I meant it. You look really good.”

He gives her a shy smile, looking her up and down. “Look who’s talking. You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

In that moment, Abby almost forgets how to breathe. Heart beating faster than ever before, she’s almost certain this has to be a dream. But luckily, it’s not. She actually has a date, or whatever this is, with Frank. And she really can’t wait to get there.

Once they reach the fairgrounds, the atmosphere is electric. The buzzing of the people, every single person in town there, apparently. There is music in the air, distant shouting from the different vendors in the booths and people laughing, talking, singing.

The lights everywhere are beautiful, the colors bright against the dark night sky.

Abby is one big smile, the memories washing over her. As a kid she always loved the county fair. The highlight of her summer, when visiting Nana. She turns to Frank, to say something, but stops when she sees the way he looks at her. “What?”

He smiles wide, his face soft and cheerful, as he looks at her. “It’s just been a long time since I’ve seen someone smile like that.” He starts softly, taking a step closer to her, brushing a stray hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek gently. “You really are a ray of sunshine.”

He moves closer, his eyes darting from her eyes to her lips and back. He licks his bottom lip and Abby almost stops breathing. She looks at him, silently begging him to kiss her. If he only knew how much she wants his lips on hers. Frank’s mouth quirks up into a faint smile, clearly loving the effect he has on her.

“Abby! You’re here!”

Frank’s hand drops from her cheek, as they hear Mildred shout after Abby. Clearly frustrated, they do their best to hide it, turning to say hi.

Half an hour later, Abby is still thinking about their almost kiss. She loves Mildred, but at that moment she wished her far away. She was still very much enjoying her evening with Frank, talking about books, the people in town, his favorite foods. But that moment just lingers in her mind.

They walk past the shooting tent, as someone walks away with a prize.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone walk away with the biggest prize.” Abby gestures towards the giant bears at the top. The ones so big, it’s quite comical. Who even has room for a teddy that size? But dammit, if Abby hadn’t dreamt of getting one, like you see in those cheesy rom coms on tv.

Frank shoots her a look, as he points towards the prizes. “You want the big bear?”

“Well, can’t say I’ve never thought about it, when seeing it in movies.” She bites her lip, feeling dumb suddenly.

Frank smirks as he takes her hand, pulling her gently with him to the tent. Once there he looks at the targets, inspecting the rifle, before looking at the man managing the booth. “How many targets do I have to hit to win the biggest one?”

Receiving the number required, Frank just huffs, a confident smile forming, as he picks up the gun. Pointing to the moving targets, he quickly takes out the first three. As he continues, Abby looks at him in awe. Sure, she knew he had a military background, but it’s something else seeing this.

Like muscle memory, Frank taps into something hidden, expertly taking out one target after the other, only stopping to reload the rifle. Even his stance changes, seeming like a completely different man. Him focused on the targets and her on Frank, neither of them notices the crowd forming around them. Frank has already hit more targets than necessary, now he’s just showing off, using the last bullets.

Abby has to admit it’s hot seeing him like this. Confident, competent, focused. Hell, she’d even call him deadly.

When he finally puts down the rifle, the crowd around them cheers. Frank blushes a little, clearly not that comfortable with the attention. He turns to the man in the booth, pointing to the biggest bear.

Almost squealing, Abby can’t contain her excitement when Frank hands it to her. Almost as tall as her, she disappears behind it. “Thank you, Frank. I love it!” she jumps up and down, before leaning closer, placing a quick soft peck on his cheek.

“Anything to make you smile like that, sweetheart.”

Abby’s heart instantly beats faster, threatening to break out of her chest. It’s just a stupid teddy bear, she tries to convince herself. He’s just being nice. But somewhere deep down, she knows it’s a lie. It has to be. She can’t be the only one feeling like this, can she? Abby can’t deny the feeling she has inside any longer, maybe she should just say something?

Before she can, though, some of the older men in town interrupts, talking about military stuff with Frank. Abby doesn't mind though. It’s nice to see Frank actually talking to people, slowly breaking down his walls.

Abby waits patiently, nuzzling into the soft bear, looking at Frank. As one of the older men starts yet another anecdote from Vietnam, Frank shoots Abby a glance. A ‘please come and save me before I die’ look. Abby can’t hold back her giggle, instantly making Frank smile.

Realizing that Frank is too polite to say anything, Abby decides to go rescue him. Faking some minor emergency, she manages to tear him away.

“Thank you for saving me.” He smiles, throwing an arm around her shoulders, plucking the bear from her arms with his free hand. “Let me carry that. You want some churros?”

Sitting on a bench, looking out over the fairgrounds, Abby looks at the giant bear, smiling. This has been the best night of her life. Happy and content, she takes another bite of her churro, as Frank talks more about his life before Bar Harbor. Well, the parts he wants to share anyways. It’s small stuff. Born and raised Hell’s Kitchen. Older parents. Rebellious kid. Then turned Marine.

“Where's Hell’s Kitchen?”

“It's in New York.”

She mutters a soft ‘oh’, biting into another churro. Wonder what made him move from a big city with so many possibilities, then why move here?

She turns to ask, when she gets interrupted by Frank laughing softly. “What?”

“You have a little…” he gestures to her lip. Before Abby can do anything, Frank sweeps his thumb over her bottom lip, removing some ice cream. Such a simple touch, but it makes Abby’s heart beat faster.

Now that she thinks about it, anything Frank does makes her heart beat faster.

He looks into her eyes, as he licks the ice cream of his thumb. Abby swallows hard, embarrassed by the thoughts running through her head. God, what she wouldn’t give to have that tongue on her.

Abby seriously had to pull herself together. Her plan for tonight was to get to know Frank even more, not lusting over him like a lovesick puppy. There were things she really wanted to know, things she felt like she needed to know.

“Frank, can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Abby  searches for the right way to word her question. She really wants to know more about his past but is still afraid. What if the reason he isn’t sharing, is because he doesn’t want anyone to know? What if it’s bad?

As if he senses her inner turmoil, Frank gently takes her hand, squeezing it gently. “Abby?”

She looks up into his eyes, before looking down at their hands.

“I’m just curious why a marine would settle for being a lumberjack in a small town, when he's from New York.” She pauses, looking into his eyes. His face falls slightly, like a shadow comes over him. “Sorry. It’s just… New York. I've always wanted to go. Seems like such a great place.”

Silence falls between them.

“I… I was betrayed by someone I trusted.” He pauses, looking uncomfortable. “I lost someone I loved.”

“Lost?” Abby’s voice is barely above a whisper.

“My…” Frank stops, the memories of it clearly hurts. His free hand finds it’s way to his head, a faint scar still there, barely visible. “I had a wife and kids.”

Abby sits in silence, horrified over his story, as he continues to tell her everything from the very beginning. How he had a friend named Billy who he served with, how he had lost his family, how he had set out to get revenge. In the end he just had to get away from it all.

Abby knows it’s true, but it all seems so unreal. His friend betraying him, the loss of his family, revenge… Left speechless, all she can do is squeeze Frank's hand, not knowing how she can ease the pain of these memories.

“I… I’m so sorry all this happened to you. It’s so awful.”

Despite it all, a soft smile spreads on Frank's face, as he looks into Abby’s beautiful blue eyes. “Something great did come out of it in the end.”

“Yeah? What?” she smiles, lightening up her face.

“I met you”

Frank cups her cheek, looking deeply into her eyes, like he can see into her soul. He leans closer and Abby’s heart pounds like never before. Her body aches for him, begging for him to come closer, wanting nothing more than his lips against hers.

As if he hears her silent plea, he closes the distance between them, his lips finally meeting hers. For a second, it’s like time stands still, all that exists is his lips against hers. His soft, plumb lips. God, she could keep kissing him forever.

When they break apart, Frank rests his forehead against hers, smiling wider than Abby has ever seen. And honestly, she was grinning too. She giggles softly, a heavy blush on her cheeks.

Frank leans down, capturing her lips in another sweet kiss. Abby, still giddy, eagerly reciprocates the kiss.

It starts soft and slow, but soon turns more passionate, needy. Months of want poured into the kiss, truly taking Abby’s breath away.

Frank grips her tighter, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Abby moans against his lips, eliciting a soft groan from Frank. Suddenly he breaks away, only a few inches, panting heavily. His breath ghosts her lips, before he finally pulls away.

Never in her life had she had a kiss like that. So much want and passion, nothing had ever made her quiver so fast. He leaves her a flustered, hot mess and she is already addicted, wanting more.

Frank shifts in his seat, looking uncomfortable. Abby notices how his erection is straining against the zipper of his jeans. Trying to suppress a giggle, she bites her lip, looking up into Frank’s eyes.

His cheeks are turning a soft pink, clearly a little embarrassed by his lack of self-control.

“Well, in my defense it has been a long time.” He shrugs, grinning from ear to ear. Abby just nods, relieved by the fact that women can hide their arousal better. If only he knew she was just as affected by it as he was.

“I’ll take it as a compliment”

“You should” Frank grins, putting his arm around her.

They sit for a while, enjoying the silence and each other. She snuggles closer, watches the people go by. Things are the same, but still, everything has changed.

“I have a confession,” Frank says softly. Abby looks at him, silently asking him to go on. “I had a plan to take you on the Ferris wheel and kiss you at the top. So our first kiss was special.”

Abby’s heart swells at his confession. So he had planned to kiss her all along. Even planned to make it really romantic, knowing she would appreciate it. Even though it didn’t happen, it’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has done for her. Or well, planned to do.

Feeling giddy and happier than ever before, she puts her arm around him, hugging him tightly. Abby plants a soft kiss on his cheek, before cupping his cheek.

“Well… I’m up for a ride in the Ferris Wheel if you are?”

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