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chrisevansredbelt · 2 years

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Forbidden Fruit

not my gif! credits to @bernthalized !!

pairing: dbf!frank castle x reader (mmmmm i haven’t decided yet if this is part of the current dbf!frank established series i have,, like this very well could be the backstory to how they started seeing each other but idk yet)

warnings: SMUT! age gap (reader is 21+, frank mmm late 30’s probably). blowjob of course. p in v sex.

summary: you find frank on the same holiday as you. taking this as your chance, you seek what you’ve always wanted and he too.

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Sipping on your cocktail, you spin around and lean against the bar. The liquid was so refreshing in your throat as you swallowed it down, the adrenaline from gambling and dancing catching up to you.

Your friends remained on the dance floor, each of them shoving their tongues down some lucky man’s throat that they’d all probably bring back to the AirBnB.

Not entirely keen on listening in on or contributing to this orgy, maybe you’ll buy some noise cancelling headphones with the $2,000 you won tonight. Unless of course you find a man for yourself that’s able to take you to his own home for the night. But being a state foreigner in the state of Los Angeles, you didn’t really like the idea of getting murdered so far away from home- or at all really.

So, you were pretty contempt in playing it safe and enduring the live action orgy porno while you try and sleep.

You soon found yourself at the bottom of your drink, the loud noise of your straw attempting to suck the remnants pulling you out of your thoughts.

It’s only then that you realise how fast the drink has already hit you, mind a bit warm and fuzzy. Wiping your lip, you place your empty glass back on the bar for it to be taken away. Just as you’re about to leave, in your peripheral you see burly a figure stand next to you at the bar.

You don’t immediately look, wanting to seem nonchalant if this person tickles your fancy. Seem mysterious and hard to get, y’know?

However, in your midst of momentarily ignoring this person, their voice as they order their drink makes your ears perk.

“Just an old fashioned please,”

You turn to look at them completely now, not even bothering with your attempt to seem nonchalant as you stare dead at their side profile.

He doesn’t even see you, head turned slightly away from you to glance back over at the stage, and just enough so that you escape his peripheral. But you know it’s him. Who else has this stupid fuck boy hair cut at his ripe old age?

“Frank?” You ask, a hand on his arm.

He practically whips around, defence mode kicking in at the sudden intrusion of his personal space. But he relaxes almost instantly at the sight of you, a smile etching it’s way onto his face in disbelief, “Hey!” He laughs a little and you smile back. Somehow, you find yourself hugging the long-time family friend before you, it only felt natural- a handshake was too formal and no contact at all just felt rude- plus you hadn’t actually seen him in a while and a hug was definitely appropriate, “Oh my God, what are you doing here?” He asks as you pull away from the hug, internally frowning at the lack of touch and contact with your tits that squished against his chest.

You don’t miss the way his eyes travel down to your chest- more specifically your cleavage. You suddenly feel naked under his gaze. But you love it.

“I’m on holiday with a few friends.” You glance over at the dance floor to no longer see any of your friends. You shove that thought to the back of your mind however as you focus your attention back on your Dads best friend, “What are you doing here?”

“Wedding.”

You blink at him once, glancing down at his hidden left hand before quickly blurting out, “Y-Yours?”

He’s quick to deny and you feel a surge of unknown relief, “No, no, his.” You follow the direction of his limp pointer finger, eyes landing on a man who you don’t recognise, watching the showgirls on stage as his friends rile him up. Ugh, bachelor party, ‘last day of a mans freedom’ bullshit. Turning your head back to Frank, you raise a questioning brow and he already knows what you’re about to ask, “He doesn’t know your Dad.”

You scoff, “I was gonna say, Dad would never turn down a wedding.” For a second, part of you thought that perhaps this was your parents way of surprising you on your holiday. After all, you had finished your first college semester and gone straight on holiday- much to the disproval of your mother who had wished you’d come home first.

“How’s college treating ya’?” He suddenly asks, grounding you back to reality and you perk up at the mention of your recent life.

“Yeah, it’s great. I made a heap of friends and got a heap of good grades.” You nod.

“Finally get yourself a boyfriend?” He asks teasingly, a running joke between you and your father and obviously Frank knows about it. It’s not that much of a joke, more like your father was just so incessant in whether or not you had this secret boyfriend you were hiding from him. He would literally embarrass you and ask all your friends whenever they came over, basically interrogating them about whether or not you had a boyfriend. It’s not that he would even care either- he just wants to know so he can meet the guy and make fun of you for it.

With a flushed smile, you shake your head slightly, “No, I’m… not so attracted to the boys in college.” You avert your gaze to your hands, twiddling your fingers and playing with your acrylic nails before looking back up at Frank through your lashes.

Fuck, if only you knew what that did to him… Except you did.

But he shifts in his stance, a curious look to his face as he tilts his head to the side a little, “Oh, I didn’t know you batted for the other team.”

You laugh a little at his misinterpretation, but don’t entirely blame him, “No, more like, the professors is what I’m after.”

His cheeks flush a little and you can’t help but get a kick out of his reaction. You hope his cheeks aren’t the only part of him that’s rushing blood.

“Oh, don’t tell your father that.” He laughs and you purse your lips jokingly.

Franks drink finally arrives and you engage in more conversation about college and life back at home as he drinks.

He tells you how it’s pretty much the same back home- not much having changed in the few months you were gone. Good. But there was one thing you particularly wondered about and whether or not it had changed.

“And what about you? Find yourself a little girlfriend yet?” You ask mockingly- a play on with his question he had asked you previously.

“Nah- well, I managed to flirt with some of the neighbourhood milfs but that’s about it. None of them are game enough to leave their husbands for me.” You snort at his answer.

“The absolute nerve.” You giggle, “To flirt with the Frank Castle and not leave their husbands whom they have children with for you.”

“I’m saying!” He throws his hands up in the air.

Biting your lip for a moment, you hesitate before saying, “Well, don’t lose faith,” You start, making sure to place a reassuring (suggestive) hand on his tricep, “I’m sure you’ll find someone eventually.” You say teasingly, squeezing his arm before retreating your hand.

He hides his pleasure well, slightly blushing with a small smile, “I hope so.” He says as he sips on his drink, eyeing you slightly and you just smile innocently at him.

It’s then that you realise how physically close the two of you had gotten. Your knees are touching, your heel is slightly caressing his leg (driving him crazy for the last half hour) and you’re leaned over the bar, holding your head up with your hand as you unknowingly give him lovey-dovey (fuck-me) eyes.

He’s too distracted by your tits to notice though. They almost spill out over the top of your dress from how tight it is on your frame and how your arms are subtly pushing them together.

Looking over at the crowd on the dance floor, you feel a slight buzz and boost of energy. Looking back at Frank, he’s practically drooling over your chest… and you decide to have a little fun with it.

You bounce in your seat a little, tits recoiling as you take his large bicep in your hand, “Come dance with me.” You beg. He finally looks up at your eyes now, a hesitant look on his face as he turns back to look at his friends by the casino, “Come on, no one will know.” You stand from your chair and tug on his arm softly, before whispering into his ear, “I know you like this song.”

He stands then, almost uncontrollably as his cock takes over his mind. You smile triumphantly and lead him through the sea of people.

It’s not long before your dancing up on him, keeping him close so as to not get touched by some other man. From the outside looking in, another man wouldn’t dare even look at you for too long.

His hands found their way to your waist soon enough and as you feel the prod of his stiffy against your ass, you smile to yourself and begin grinding against him.

You hear him groan in your ear, his grip tightening around your waist- almost keeping you from escaping.

You turn in his grasp, wrapping your hands over his shoulders and around his neck. You gasp softly when you literally feel his cock nudge your pelvis- and he feels it too. He looks at you a little guiltily, thinking he had gone too far and misinterpreted the whole ordeal between you two.

So, without any logical thinking, you pulling him down to your lips.

From the way he tenses, you can tell he’s taken by surprise and doesn’t exactly know what to do. But it’s not long before he’s pulling you closer by your waist and deepening the kiss. His hands also slide down to your ass. He squeezes the flesh softly, making you whine a little in his mouth.

He smiles against your lips at that, making you smack his chest softly. You pull away from the kiss then, resting your forehead on his, catching your breath that was lost in the kiss.

Your heart thumped in your chest. Another course of adrenaline for the night as you have literally just kissed your Dads best friend and grind against his dick. It feels so wrong, but so fucking good.

“Come back to my hotel.” He practically demands. Before you’re even finished saying ‘okay’, he’s tugging you through the crowd.

When you exit the casino, both of your friend groups long forgotten, you’re on the curb for about 5 seconds before Franks hailing down a cab.

After telling the address of his hotel to the driver, he’s attacking your neck. You shamelessly moan out loud as he sucks at your sweet spot, most definitely leaving a mark.

His hotel must not have been far for the cab ride was barely a few minutes. You watch in awe as Frank pays and tips the poor man generously before pulling you out with him and into the lobby of his grand hotel.

When you enter the elevator, it’s straight back to tongue and teeth. You jump in his hold and wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to hold you up against the wall and deepen the kiss while the elevator makes its way up.

His hand that holds you up creeps extremely close to your heat, so much so that you find it difficult to return his kisses as he constantly squeezes the flesh of your inner thighs.

Frank smiles to himself, you’re already so cockdrunk that it’s hard for you to even kiss him. The elevator ride goes on for longer than usual, and excitement builds up inside you thinking of how high you’d be. Maybe if you get a bit more in you, you’ll beg him to fuck you over the railing of the balcony.

The sound of the elevator dinging made Frank break away from the kiss to reorient himself in the elevator and exit out of. He looked both directions, clearly forgotten which room he was in and you giggled up at his cluelessness.

“What’re you gigglin’ about?” He asks you teasingly, slapping your ass softly as he finally remembers his room.

“You’re so silly.” You tease, trailing kisses over his neck while he carries you through the rest of the hallway, before coming to a stop in front of his room door.

You couldn’t explain the excitement and rush that coursed through your body at this moment in time. It felt like such a dream to be wrapped around Frank, his hands on your ass as he unlocks the door to his hotel room.

He kicks the door shut once you’re in, uncaring if it’s locked as he brings you towards the bed and places you down it.

As he goes to your dress off, you sit up and stop him, a hand on his chest that makes him worry a little. Until you smile, and move your hands down to his belt.

You then stand from the bed, eyeing the small armchair diagonal from the bed, in front of the large window overlooking the city of Vegas.

With on hand on his belt, another on his chest, you push him backwards until he falls back into the chair. Eyes trained on you the whole time, he watches dumbstruck as you fall to your knees before him and continue to undo his belt.

You keen with so much excitement that you surprise yourself with how fast you undo his belt. He helps you out and lifts his hips just enough so that you can pull his pants down his thighs just far enough so that you have access to his boxers. They’re quick to follow suit and you gasp softly as his firm cock springs out of its confines. It slaps his stomach, a complete 90 degree angle and you have to contain yourself from drooling.

You take it in your small hands, the size of it restricting your fingers from touching as you encompass all of your fingers around it. God. Help. You.

Franks lips part slightly at the sight before him. God, he feels like he’s dreaming.

You stroke his dick a few times first, rubbing your thumb over his slit and spreading the precum all over his tip, making him groan slightly. When you look up at him with doed eyes, you take pity on him.

Puckering your lips, you slap his cock against your plump lips, kissing the tip. You kitten lick it once, before tilting your head and kissing along the side- driving Frank crazy with how much you’re teasing him because of how badly he just wants to fuck your face until your gagging around him.

And then you spot his balls. Smiling to yourself, you hold up his cock with your hand, kinda moving it out of the way for better access. Taking one of them in your mouth, you suck and moan around it harshly.

Frank throws his head back, groaning and tensing under the pleasure. You smile with his balls in your mouth before moving to the other one and giving it the same love.

Your saliva spills down it and Frank shudders at the feeling of your spit dripping down his balls.

“Fuck-“ He mutters through gritted teeth, hands finding their way to your head. He doesn’t push down or anything, just holds you in place.

Once you’ve had your fun with his balls, you make your back up to his cock, kissing from the base up before licking the prominent vein halfway up to the tip of his cock. And then you close your mouth around the head, sucking softly and twirling your tongue around the slit, moaning at the taste of his precum on your tongue.

His breath is staggered as you continue your motions with your hand on the lower half of his cock, a kind of circular motion with your hand while you suckle on his tip.

When he fists your hair, your heat pools in your panties and you try not to moan as loud. So instead, you take his cock all the way in as far as it can fit to gag yourself.

Frank literally loses his breath, eyes screwed shut as you go as far as you can and gag around his cock. Your saliva spills out of your mouth uncontrollably and down his cock. You catch it with your finger and as you pull yourself back up you use your hand to jerk the lubrication up his shaft.

You then begin your languid bobbing on his cock, taking him as far as you can each time. You want to believe the idea that you take him deeper each time you go down, but you don’t think that’s entirely true as you still gag when you reach a certain point.

The noises filling the room are purely pornographic and you squeeze your thighs together to try and relieve the ache in your pussy.

“Fuck, Y/N-“ He curses as you swirl your tongue around him once more.

He then bucks his hips up into your face, making you unexpectedly gag around him and interrupts your pace. But apparently it feels good from the way he groans above you.

He then sits up out of his leaned back positioned, leaning over you now as he pushes your head down and guided you back up at his own pace. You don’t mind though, whatever will get him to unload in your mouth.

As you easily comply with his pace, you bring your hand up to his balls and fondle with them in your hand. He cries out at the unexpected added pleasure, one of his hands coming down on your ass, making you jump underneath him. He then harshly pulls your dress up, exposing your ass to the air before smacking your bare ass again.

You whimper around his cock, but by God, does it feel good. Your panties are probably soaked as you feel some of it drip down your thigh out front the small fabric of your g-string and you moan around him.

You await another spank, but nothing comes about. You then realise how tense he feels underneath you, how the muscles of his thighs are rock hard and how he curses and begs you to ‘keep going’, ‘right there’.

It takes one final buck into your mouth until he’s cumming all down your throat, painting the inside of your mouth white with his seed.

As he fills your mouth, you take his cock out and let the rest of his cum spill out on your lips and face, making Franks cock twitch in your hand at the sight he could really only dream of seeing.

With his cum still on your face, you show him the contents of your mouth before swallowing it down and taking your finger and cleaning your lips of his cum, sucking your finger clean.

With deep breaths, he hands you the tissue box from the small coffee table beside his chair and you take a few tissues gratefully.

“Thank you.”

You wipe your chin and cheek. And as you feel a bit of warmth over your chest you look down and realise he had spilt some over your tits as well.

As you clean yourself up, you’re barely given a few seconds to recompose yourself before he’s pulling you up into his lap on the chair.

“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” He asks and you’re unsure if its rhetorical or not.

“Practiced on my dildo a lot, always imagined it was you.” You say. And one thing he didn’t know, it was the truth. It was the complete, utter truth.

He just laughs though, pulling your dress up over your ass once more and slapping your ass. He then eyes your tits that are inches away from his face, pulling the straps of your dress down so that they spill out from the confines of your dress.

He takes a second to admire them, squeezing the flesh and running his thumb over your nipple, making you gasp softly at the tingle it gives you.

As you bring your hand around his head, playing with the short strands of his hair, he brings his mouth towards your tit, wrapping it around the nipple and you throw your head back.

He looks up at you while continuing to suck and flick his tongue over your little bud and you find yourself grinding your hips against him. Which is when you feel it. His bare cock still dripping with cum, resting on his stomach still rock hard- grind against your barely clothed, soaking centre.

And from the way he bites down softly on your nipple, you know he feels it too.

“You like that, huh?” He asks, smiling at your attempts to conceal the guttural moan that wants to escape you at the feel of his cock so close to your core, “Want me inside you?”

You nod weakly, hand planted on his chest to try and ground yourself and not fuck him right then and there. He removes himself from your tit, kissing up your neck instead until he reaches your ear, “I always watched you.” He confesses, “From across the street. When I was at the house.” He lists and you just smile softly.

“I know.” You confess back, and he furrows his brows a little. You knew? “Always pampered myself if I knew you were coming over… and never wore any panties.” You grab one of his large hands that was planted on your hip before bringing it down below your dress. You then bring it up your thighs, skimming the trail of your slick before reaching your cunt. You move your panties to the side, before connecting his hand to your clit, “But you knew that.” You continue, as he rubs his fingers over your clit and through your dripping hole, “I know you saw.”

Frank is transported back to the time when he was over at your house as per usual. It was only about midday, but he’d been there since the morning.

Your parents were holding yet another BBQ for a few of your parents friends in celebration of the New Year. So they were spending the day setting up the backyard and preparing the food.

Once they had finished they had decided to go stock up on more food after making the snap decision to invite more friends… which is how you found yourself alone with Frank.

“Y/N- Oh…” Your mother stops in her tracks, her heeled footsteps coming to a stop and you relax your body even more. She turns to- what you can only think is your father, “She’s sleeping.”

There’s a pause as your Dad thinks for a second, “Just let Frank watch over the house.”

You’re so glad your mouth is covered by the blanket so that you can smile wickedly. Your plan had worked.

Soon enough, they had left for the store, leaving Frank in the kitchen and you in the living room, ‘sleeping’ on the couch.

Once Frank finishes up washing his hands and grabbing another beer, he decides to go check on you- in case you had woken up at the sound of the car starting and wondered why you were left alone with your parents best friend.

But instead, he was met with the sight of your bare pussy. Your leg was hiked up against the couch, and your dress had been hiked up your hips- the blanket covering the rest of your body also haphazardly thrown off your lower half.

His eyes widened, fisting his beer bottle so hard his knuckle turned white. He couldn’t bare to look away. So he just stood there for a moment while his dick hardened, staring at your sweet, sweet pussy.

You then shifted in your ‘sleep’, turning over and pulling the blanket back over your body- eyes still closed as you settled back into your ‘deep sleep’.

Frank was long gone by then, scared you had caught him staring and trying to will the image of your cunt out of his mind. But he couldn’t. In fact, he didn’t want to.

And all the other times your nipples poked through your thin shirt and your ass hanging out of your booty shorts. It would be described as something that left little to the imagination. Which wasn’t entirely true because there was no imagining, Frank had seen it all.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he looks up at you, his hand still gliding through the folds of your cunt, “Didn’t know it was for me.” He admits. Which was true. If he did know, he would’ve made a move ages ago… You tilt your head, how could he not know it was for him? “I was with your father in thinking you had some secret boyfriend.” He explains and you roll your eyes. He then shoves a thick fingers inside your cunt, “Turns out she’s just a whore for older men.”

You sigh blissfully as he finger fucks you, “You caught me.” You smile, rocking against his hand, “I always hoped you would come upstairs and fuck me.” You confess more, words coming out a little slurred as you ride out your pleasure on his fingers that curl in just the right place, “My parents would be downstairs and they wouldn’t have a clue that their only daughter was being fucked by their best friend.”

He pulls his finger out of you then and for a second you’re worried you had gone too far. The realisation that your his best friends daughter, this forbidden fruit, hitting him and he’s regretting everything. Until he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks on them.

Your eyes fall hooded as you watch him do so, moaning against his fingers at the taste of your slick. You then watch as he takes them out of his mouth and all but shoves them into yours.

“Always wanted to.” He replies and you him around his fingers at the mixture of his saliva and your own cum.

You release his fingers with a pop, never breaking the eye contact you hold with him as you whisper against his lips, “So do it.”

That’s practically all it takes for Frank to pull your dress over your head, leaving you bare for him but gives him easier access to your cunt.

He then takes his hard cock, still laying flat against his stomach and taps it against your wet cunt.

You hiss at the contact, just wanting it shoved inside of you but also wanting to prepare yourself first. He slides it through your folds, a pussy job at its finest as he only places the head inside a few times.

To be completely honest, you’re a little intimidated by his size and not entirely sure he will fit- not comfortably at least. But that only builds the excitement within you.

“Ready?” He asks, eyes trained on your pussy, leaking and more than ready to take him.

You hum your answer, nodding your head slightly as you bite your lips and dig your nails into his shoulder to prepare yourself.

He slides the tip in easily and you inhale a deep breath. The rest of his length is slow and burns at first, making you cry out softly.

He massages your ass to soothe you and kisses your temple before going back to your pussy and concentrating on the pace at which he intrudes your right hole.

Every inch seems to just her thicker and thicker, but it’s not long before you find yourself at the base, his cock fully sheathed in your tight pussy.

You finally exhale the breath that you had been holding, cunt clenching so tight around his cock it’s literally a wonder how he fit it inside without tearing you apart. Eh- don’t speak so soon, we’ll see about that when you go to pee after this.

He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, whispering sweet nothin in your ear about how good you feel, to relax and how he can’t wait to fuck you so hard. The last part doesn’t really help, but it feels nice.

When you think you’re ready, you nod, hooking your arm around his neck and getting more comfortable as he places both hands on your waist.

“You got it, whenever you’re ready.” He encourages.

And so, you slowly lift yourself up off his cock, the way up just as bad as the way down, and you can’t deny the burn it gives you.

Once you feel the tip of his cock about to exit, you halt before going back down. This time ‘round, the burn it’s as bad as you spread your slick all over his cock. The way down is much quicker this time and you don’t go all the way down. You stop about 3/4 of the way down before coming back up and beginning your bounce.

He of course helps you, lifting your hips and planting them down each time now that you’re comfortable. You rest your head in his neck, clawing his back and still clenching tightly around his cock.

He then starts to fuck his hips up into you, and you whine softly, “Fuck, Frank!”

“Like that, huh?” He asks, smiling down at you as you fall limp in his hold. You nod weakly, practically letting him take control now as he fucks up into you, balls hitting your ass with his rough thrusts.

Suddenly he stands up out of the cramped chair, taking you with him as he makes his way to the bed. He sets you down on your back, kissing you briefly before standing to his full height. He brings one of your legs over his shoulders and kisses your ankle before beginning a much deeper and more controlled thrust.

You arch your back off the bed at the new level of deep he hits inside of you. You don’t think you’ve even been able to reach that spot with your own fingers or dildo.

“Fuck, fuck!” You moan, “Fuck, daddy.”

Frank felt like he was about to cum right there at that. His cock literally twitched inside of you and that told you all you needed to know about how he felt about that.

You smiled softly, brining him down by his neck so that you could kiss him. He continues to thrust into you, the sound of slapping skin literally echoing through the room.

You moan into his mouth and tug on his hair roughly as he continues to hit that spot. “Right there, please don’t stop.” You beg, literally crying at this point as he sucks on your tits once more.

The head of the bed slams against the wall now as his thrusts become quicker and harder. A lone tear escapes the corner of your eyes as the pleasure builds inside of you at a fast pace, the flower inside you about to bloom.

Your pleas come out slurred as you see white in your vision- even as you close your eyes. Your nails dig into his neck as his hand rubs at your swollen clit.

He only rubs it a few times, simultaneously thrusting deep inside you. So deep he swears he sees his dick bulge through the skin of your stomach. Until you’re cumming hard around him.

Your moan gets cut off by your own throat, the pleasure taking over all of your senses you don’t even hear the way Frank guides you through your orgasm. Telling you to cream his cock, how you’re his good girl, how he’s close too.

He overstimulates you as he continues his thrusts, chasing his own high. Your legs squeeze around his waist at the stimulation, and now you’re begging him to cum inside you.

The warmth of his seed filling you up makes your eyes roll to the back of your head and you swear you see stars back there.

He doesn’t give you all of it, he pulls out swiftly, making you whine, as he paints your cunt and stomach and tits with his hot, white cum.

You smile down at the mess before throwing your head back down against the plush mattress, chest heaving. Frank grabs one of the folded hotel towels on the ottoman by the bed, wiping your stomach clean before chucking over on the arm chair.

Pulling his boxers back over his cock, he kisses up your body before moving you up the bed a little so that you’re head rests against the pillows instead.

You’re way too fucked out to focus much longer, sleep taking over you as he places the blanket over you. Your eyes grow heavier by the second, the last thing you remember is Franks lips on yours.

It’s early in the morning when you wake up. You only know this because of the digital clock on the bedside table that tells you so. As well as the sun peaking through the curtains but that could mean any time in the afternoon even.

It would be cliche for you to say you don’t remember who’s bed you ended up in last night. You remember every part of it, including who it was.

Which is why, when you turn over to an empty bed, you feel a bit of sadness pang in your chest.

Has he left you? Did he run for the hills and not look back?

“Hey, you’re up.”

You head whips up to the voice, Frank emerging out of the hallway that lead to the bathroom by the front door. A towel wrapped around his waist, his hair slicked back and water droplets still dripping down his chiseled chest.

You smile at the sight of him, both admiring his figure and glad he didn’t in fact leave you hanging.

“Thought you left me.” You scoff, sitting up out of bed rubbing your eyes from the sleep. God, you probably looked a mess. But like a hot mess.

“So,” Frank starts, gaze lingering on the floor and you tilt your head curiously, “This stays between us, right?”

You smile softly, biting your lip to contain a laugh, “No, I definitely have to tell my parents.” You joke, finally laughing at the way his face drops as he believes you for a moment.

You reach for your phone that’s stuffed inside of you purse the bed side table closest to you- it hadn’t been charged but still had like 20% of battery left.

Upon turning it on, you browse the few notifications you had- many of them being missed calls and texts from your friends, asking where you had gone and if you were safe.

While you looked through your phone, Frank turned to his suitcase that was perched on top of the dresser in his room. He quickly found a fresh pair of socks and boxers, fiddling with them in his hands momentarily, deep in thought about the events of last night.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” He suddenly asks.

You divert your attention away from your phone and back up at him. He’s facing you once more after having turned to his dresser, a difficult look on his face that you can’t quite decipher.

Tilting your head, you smile a little, there was a lot of things you said last night that he could be talking about, “Which part?”

“That you always wanted me to fuck you?”

“Mhmm,” You hum, “Did you mean it when you said you always wanted to?” You ask, flipping the question. He doesn’t say anything in response, instead just eyes the parts of your naked body exposing themselves through the scrunching of the blanket around your figure. He nods once then. You smile, almost victoriously, holding the blanket over your chest as you get up on your knees and waddle towards him on the other side of the bed. You reach for his arm, pulling him closer as he extends it out towards you. You entwine your fingers with his, hand in hand now as you look up at him, lips ever so close, “Well, if you want,” You softly kiss his lips, “I’m more than happy to continue this little… arrangement back home.”

His answer was given in the reply of fucking you against the glass window of his hotel for all to see. If he had to hide the fact that he was fucking you back home in New York, then he was going to bask in the freedom of it while he could.

And as Frank left to attend the wedding ceremony of his friends’, you couldn’t help the excitement that bubbles inside of you- along with the warmth of his cum that he filled you up with not long ago. There were no nerves in this it all- despite the fact that you were literally fucking your Dads best friend. The forbidden fruit of men for you to date if your Dad could compile a list, probably followed closely by Tony Stark- his other friend. You didn’t mind that guy either- he was filthy rich.

But, you’re glad you have Frank. You still feel like you’re dreaming every time you think about the fact that you fucked him and will continue to fuck him. Life just got interesting.

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i literally forgot all about this gif and it was like in the depths of my drafts and i was like oh no! but here it is hope u enjoyed the blowjob smut was like top tier writing for me idk why

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #the punisher #frank castle x you #the punisher x reader #the punisher smut

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3dnygma · 1 year

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Thoughts on Frank and his potential role in "Welcome Home"

Here's a parallel in the new ARG "Welcome Home" that I haven't really seen mentioned anywhere else yet - would love to know if it holds any deeper meaning!

When examing the page accesses through the code "woxyve", I've noticed that the non-looping gif featured on said page eventually turns into a very similar shape to the one that we see Frank holding on Clown's page about the ARG.

The links can be found here and here!

This could be a coincidence/reach since the shapes are not entirely the same (different reds and aspect ratios) and the illustration is not fully "canon" - but perhaps there is some kind of connection between these two, which led me to think a lot about Frank, his role in the "Welcome Home" tv show and his relation to the colour red.

Btw, before turning into the red shape similar to the one in the illustration, the gif lingers on several increasingly creepier images of Wally.

I am still not sure what this red corruption might mean in the context of the script page, but there seems to be some kind of relation to Frank (unless I'm reaching and these two shapes just happen to look similar).

Generally, I think that Frank has a very specific role in the ARG - due to several reasons.

His default expression is a frown, while the others are mostly seen smiling.

His house, outfit and character design feature very little of the colour red.

He is the only main character with grey skin.

Links can be found here and here.

These design choices very obviously aim to present him as the "straight man" of the show but maybe they could carry some additional meaning with them? the colour red could stand for fun and a silly personality but also some kind of corruption / being blinded by one's emotions. Similarly to the rest of the page, the corruption of the non-looping gif (red) is tied back to Wally. I know many fans see Home (the house) as embodying the story's main corrupting force - and that house is primarily red as well.

Also, his profile states that his knowledge in the show was often discredited for comedic effect, which gives me the impression that whoever is/was controlling these characters wanted to ensure that whatever Frank might end up saying could be labelled as a "joke".

Meaning that if the smartest character of the show were to discover something crucial, he could be easily made fun of and his discoveries could be shoved aside. Perhaps some preventative measure?

Think of Cassandra in the Illiad, who was blessed with the knowledge (!) to see the future but cursed to never be believed by those around her. I think that pretty popular trope and its cursed existence lends itself to the horror genre pretty well! (yes I am comparing the silly puppet ARG to Greek myths but hear me out pls)

In short, I think that if the characters themselves ever start to experience the horror of Welcome Home much like the show's consumers (us + the Restoration Project), Frank will be the first or only one to notice these happenings - and the others won't believe him for quite a while. Also, the colour red might stand for a general corruption or for some kind of obliviousness.

Any ideas on how the script (on whose page the non-looping gif is featured) might tie into this?

#welcome home #welcome home theory #welcome home arg #frank frankly #haven't posted on tumblr in a while; hope this works #mine #my rambles #welcome home*#scopohobia tw #staring tw

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grippingbeskar · 1 year

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salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter twenty six - you bring me home

frank castle x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ content minors dni! (car sex lmaooo, mxf nothing you haven’t seen before, its pretty sweet <3) swearing, canon typical violence, mention of scars, injuries, blood, literally packed everything into this chapter its a big one

a/n: wow. this was so rough oh my god. the entire first draft deleted itself and i had to re write the whole thing from memory, so i lost my planned chapter. i really hope i got everything in here, and im sorry for the wait AND how long it is lmao but i just. can’t believe i really finished it. ill rant at the end, but if you only read this part, i love you. thank you for letting me share the absolute vomit that is my brain. you are the best.

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“How was the drive?” Franks voice sends a shiver down your spine, even hundreds of miles away through a crappy phone line.

“Boring.” You sigh, pacing around the tiny motel room.

“You were meant to call an hour ago. Got me waitin’ up for you.” He sounds tired, and it makes your heart skip a beat. It’s stupid, but the image makes you a little giddy. Waiting up for you.

“There was… traffic.”

“You get lost?”

“Fuck you.” You bite automatically and he groans.

“So yeah?”

“Yes, Frank. I got lost.” He laughs, the sound managing to take your mind off the dark room you’d managed to secure for the night, the bedside light doing nothing to brighten the small space.

“I gave you a map. It’s a straight shot from where you started.” Rolling your eyes, you look at the map you’d now bundled into a ball and thrown into the trash.

“Who uses a printed map? Seriously, how fucking old are you?” It’s playful and familiar, and all the frustration of driving for 10 hours melts into the bed.

Being a key witness in a now ongoing case apparently didn’t come with any frequent flyer miles, because both Matt and Frank had said you couldn’t risk going through airport security and being flagged in a system, so it meant you had to drive nearly 18 hours to Florida. You thought you didn’t mind road trips, but after today you think it’s only road trips with Frank you don’t mind.

“Maps don’t change, baby. Besides, you’d drive yourself into a god damn tree the second that voice in the car told you you’d missed a turn.” You hate that he’s right— even the thought of that monotone voice droning in your ear for ten hours makes you cringe.

“Whatever. Tell me about something. You said you were going to speak to Madani today?” He’s the one sighing now, and clearly the talk was about as fun as your drive.

“She’s all over the place. Some mishandled evidence fucked their entire case, and Bobby’s lawyers were too well paid to let it go. Murdock said they’ll be able to find more— the appeal’s already been approved cause of how high profile it is, but he’s got no new evidence. He said he doesn’t know if they can get him.”

“That’s… what I expected, I guess.” Frank agrees, and your sudden silence only serves to bring the real issue to hand. “You know where he is?”

“Yeah. I got it covered.” The line goes quiet, and you don’t really know what to say.

On one hand, you want Bobby dead. You know can’t do it- it wasn’t smart, and the last thing you were going to do is drag everything Matt and Madani had worked for through the mud for someone like him, let alone put Sam in danger. Some fucked up part of you is a little mad that it won’t be you, but Frank has every reason to hate him as much as you. You know Frank wants this, and that telling him to stop is like waving a red flag in front of a bull. Your hesitation would only spur him to do it faster, be more impulsive. You don’t want to say anything to put him off.

On the other, you just want him with you. You worry like some love sick child, scared he’s walked out the door and isn’t coming back. You worry he’ll get caught, and end up in the exact spot he was trying to get you out of. You’re scared he’ll get hurt, or worse. Every time you close your eyes you can see him bleeding out, dark red staining your hands until you can scream yourself awake. There’s so many things that could go wrong, and ten hours staring over the hood of your car gives you way too much time to think about hypotheticals.

“It’s gonna be okay.” Frank says softly, and you flop yourself back on the single bed.

“Are you?” He huffs like the question is irrelevant.

“Madani asked about your dad today.” He ignores the question, and you’re too interested to poke him on it.

“Oh?”

“Asked what he knew about your time there. If he ever worked with the Gnucci’s.” A lump forms in your throat.

“You think she knows about the weird... blood stuff?”

“Don’t see why she would. Either way, it’s not gonna matter once he’s dead.” The bluntness of it almost makes you laugh. “He’ll be gone, and no one will come for it. Or you.”

“You don’t have to do this for me, Frank.”

“I’m not.” He pauses, and then sighs. “Alright, I am, but not just that. The shit he said to me in there— the things he said about you. The way he looked at you in there… I watched that shit, and there’s no way in hell that asshole does what he did and lives.”

“What if he was found guilty? Would you of left it alone?” Maybe if you’d been more helpful to Matt and Madani, it would of gone better, and Frank would be here.

“You want me to answer that?” A part of you knew he wasn’t going to let it go. That wasn’t who he was. It shouldn’t make you feel the way it does to know that Frank would kill for you— just to make you safe. It does anyway, and heat flushes over your face.

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” He agrees, a low sound rumbling from his end of the phone. “I spent most of the day wishing you were with me, you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Turns out I fucking hate driving.” He laughs again, and if you could listen to the sound all night you think you’d sleep peacefully.

“You remember how mad you were that first time I didn’t let you drive?” Shaking your head, you flick off the lights slide under the covers.

“I was mad because you had a concussion and tried to fucking kill us.”

“Least I was gonna go the right way.”

“You tried switching drivers on the freeway, Castle.”

“Alright, I was a a bit out of it.” He says plainly and you smile so wide it hurts your cheeks. “Wished you were here, too.”

“I bet you did.” He groans, and you hear him shift on the bed. Your bed.

“Too much space in here. Didn’t even know we had this much blanket.” He makes a real noisy show of it, tossing around the blankets you usually roll yourself up in. It’s meant to be a light hearted thing, but for some reason the idea of Frank spread out on your shared bed, one that you’ve both used extensively— it makes your heart race.

“Dickhead.” He groans again, shuffling around some more. “This one’s too small. Probably have to sleep on top of each other if you were here.”

“M’alright with that.”

“Not a lot of room to move, though.” You look around at the room, hardly enough space to stand in the corner.

“We’d figure something out.” You let your eyes flutter closed, humming high pitched at the idea. “What are you thinkin’ about, sweetheart?”

“You.” You admit, and he seems to like it.

“Me too. Haven’t gone a night in this apartment without fuckin’ you in this bed. Drivin’ me crazy.” You hum again, pressing your thighs together to try and dissipate the heat that’s suddenly overtaken your whole body. “You thinkin’ about it now too, aren’t you baby?”

“Yeah, Frank.”

“Don’t say my name like that.” He growls, and you bite your lip to hide your laugh.

“Why not, Frank?” You practically purr the word, drawing it out and saying it all breathy like you do when he’s teasing you.

“Cause you’re gonna make me drive ten hours just to fuck you in whatever dirty motel you pulled off into.” You’re still smiling, but you think if you keep messing with him, he’d do it. He’d drive ten hours, a hundred of them if it meant teaching you a lesson. Or just being with you. “I’ll see you soon. Real soon, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You breathe out, knowing if you keep talking to him your entire plan will crumble in front of you, because you’re half considering driving home just to sleep next to him. “Soon. Be safe, okay?”

The words tumble out, and you try to hide the guilt you feel when you say them. He was only not safe because of you— because you couldn’t finish the job yourself. You’re glad he can’t see your face, because you hear him mumble on the other end and your eyes close listening to him.

“Always. Tell the kid I said hi.” With that, Frank hangs up the phone, and you slide it onto the table right next to the pistol you keep loaded and ready to fire.

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Frank pulls the saturated beanie over his head, and it’s probably doing more harm than good at this point, but he doesn’t have a second to really give a shit. His eye-line is perfect— directed straight into the penthouse apartment Bobby Gnucci was driven to three hours ago. He’s been tucked away in the corner of the rooftop for just as long, watching the man pace and yell on the phone.

It had taken him a few goes to get the right frequency to listen in on the calls he was making, but once he had he took as much information done as he could. He’d had enough of watching, and now he was satisfied with the phones calls he’d listened to that the man was alone for the night; not counting his extensive security team layered through the apartment block. Frank felt the familiar hum in his veins, shoving his loaded pistol in his jeans and swinging the strap of a rifle over his shoulder, he headed down the stairs, across the street and slipped into the back of the building.

There’d be witnesses if he didn’t take the right route, and to make this work he needed every chance at an alibi he could get. He was so used to not caring— every time he’d gone into something like this, he didn’t have something to get back to. He had no preservation, no concern for what came after. Hell, if he was honest, he didn’t care if he went out doing something like this. He would of preferred it, maybe even hoped he’d die somewhere in the cross fire.

Even just talking to you on the phone had him itching to get back to you now. He wanted to be careful— something he never really thought of before. A heavy ache in his stomach that twisted something violent when he thought about not getting home, not making good on his promise from a few hours ago, it made him sick. He planned as much as he could, as much as he was capable of, and hoped to God it was enough.

Frank hid his body behind the corner of the wall. He hid his face, too, even though he’d already had Micro’s help shutting out the cameras. He knew it would set off alarms for the security team, but he planned for that. They’d spread out, follow orders that he’d listened to over the radio, three men on all the entries and exits, and then ten through the penthouse. If he timed it right, he could clear the first few levels before the guards arrived.

He didn’t care about making noise now— slamming his way up the fire access while Gnucci’s men no doubt got into position. He’d just past a number 6, and Bobby was on the top floor. 23. He kept going, not hearing any doors open. When he passed 9, the door on the level below him cracked open and he jammed through the next exit he reached, getting into position.

He could hear voices coming from his right, and steadied himself as he turned the safety off his gun. He had a small army of men to get through, but he knew if he could make it, landing the hit on Bobby would be easy.

He wasn’t nervous. Pure adrenaline flooded him, like it always did, and he didn’t think twice before standing out of cover and pulling the trigger.

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“How have you grown so much?!” You nearly shout, hugging Sam tighter as he all but latches onto your leg. “God, you’re gonna be my height soon.”

“I missed you!” He says, words muffled in your jacket. You don’t even have to bend really, he’s that tall. It is even possible for him to grow that much in just a month? “Come! I want to show you my stuff. Me and Niko share a room, and it’s the coolest thing…”

You let him drag you around the house, showing you the bunk beds that are set up for him and Nikolai. He shows you books he’s brought home from school, and it makes you smile how chaotic his room is. There’s piles of books and papers everywhere, stuffed under the bed and nearly toppling on the tables. It looks like it’s lived in… like a home, and your heart warms and breaks all at once.

When he finally finishes his impromptu tour, he pulls you outside where the rest of the family has set themselves up, and runs out into the giant back yard to chase after Nikolai. You hardly had a chance to say hello to them, but if you were honest you hadn’t thought of anything but Sam since you saw him.

“Did he show you the bunk beds?” The doctor— Zaed, you remind yourself, comes up behind you on the deck. “He hasn’t stopped talking about showing you.”

“I thought he was gonna explode.” Zaed laughs, and you turn to look at him. He’s still sporting a scar across his forehead, and it somehow makes his older features look slightly hardened. His face was still soft, something about him gesturing kindness, an observation you never made in the months you were locked away. “He told me you made them.”

“It took me weeks. I am not very… handy.” Smiling, you turn back to watch Sam and Nikolai screaming and laughing as they chase each other with Nerf guns. “I am sorry for what happened with the case.”

“So am I. If he’d gone away, you wouldn’t have to stay in Witness Protection.” He nods, turning away for a second only to return and offer you a can of something. “What is it?”

“It’s Russian. You’ll like it— it’s strong.” You crack it open and take a long drink, hoping to drown the rising anxiety that kneads the back of your mind at the thought of what Frank was doing right now. “We don’t mind it so much here.”

“Florida?” He nods.

“We want to stay. Corinne thinks the children— with what they’ve been through, shouldn’t move too much. They seem happy here.” You hum in agreement, listening to the light squeals of the youngest girl, who’s name you haven’t learnt yet, who’s got the biggest Nerf gun of all and is shooting the shit out of both boys. “It was my idea. To offer to take him in. If you are upset, please lay the blame with me—“

“Upset? God, why would I ever be upset?” He blinks in surprise, looking to you.

“You are here with him, and yet you still seem far away. I figured the suggestion was weighing on you. We only offer because… well, we have all grown quite fond of him, and for you— to you we owe our lives. I thought if we could make any of this easier…” You shake your head, finishing the bitter liquid in the can.

“You looking after Sam is about one of two good things I have going right now.” Zaed seems to relax, leaning forward onto the railing as you both stare out to watch the kids. “I think he’s happy here.”

“He is. He misses you, but he is happy.”

“And safe.”

“Of course. I pity anyone who would try to get past Corinne now.” You laugh at the tinge of genuine anxiety in his voice, as if he imagines it, but his eyes are full of admiration.

“I want to talk to him about it… make sure he’s okay, but if he wants to, I think him staying here would be the best thing for him.” Zaed doesn’t answer right away, just lets the echoed laughter of the kids fill both of your ears before he nods simply.

“He will be safe. And I am sure you will learn to love Florida, too, with how much you will visit?”

“What?” Again, a look of surprise crosses his face.

“Sam did not show you the spare room? We have cleared a space for you— whenever you need it. You… it is the least I could do. You saved my life—“

“Hardly.”

“I owe you it. My families life. My own. Whatever you should need here, the door would be open to you.” You have to look away, because it’s too much, and you don’t know when you became so soft that shit like this made you tear up.

“You don’t owe me anything. You keeping Sam safe is everything I ever wanted. I think we’re even now.” You laugh, your throat suddenly feeling a little tight.

“I couldn’t help but notice you arrived alone.” He questions, and you hide your face, unsure if the way you chew on your bottom lip gives too much away.

“Yeah.” No amount of alcohol could drown out the thought of Frank. You hadn’t heard from him in a day. Zaed looks at you, his eyes crinkling as he assess you.

“I thought he was going to drown with you that night. When he saw you go into the water… I recognise that look in a man’s eyes.” It seems so long ago now, and your hand instinctively goes to your stomach, where Frank sewed you up the first time. “He is coming soon, I assume? I doubt he would let you get too far from him right now.”

“Yeah, he’s…” You trust Zaed— but there’s only one person who takes precedent over the people taking care of your brother. “He’s just finishing up some stuff with the case in New York. He should be on his way now.”

“Ah.” He says, his eyes lingering on you in question. You say nothing, just sink a little more of the can. “Well, when he kills the ублюдок, I hope he makes it last.”

Before you can recover and wipe the shock off your face long enough to ask him how the hell he guessed what Frank is doing, Sam and Nikolai are in front of you, and Zaed disappears back into the house.

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Frank grunts, a loud nearly animalistic sound vibrating off the walls as he clears the 23rd floor. Every time he breathes out, blood sprays out of his mouth. He can’t tell if it’s his own or he’s just covered in so much that it’s dripping off him. Either way he can’t help it, chest burning for oxygen after he laid the lower floors to absolute waste.

He’d ditched the assault rifle somewhere between the 18th and 19th floors, not even bothering to pull out his pistol. No— he’d fought every single one of them with his bare hands, and anything he could find scattered between dead bodies.

His right hand was fucked, and he’s pretty sure he got shot. Somewhere on the right side of his body, there’s a shooting pain between his thigh and his ribs, but it’s not enough to slow him down. He shoves his body weight into the penthouse door, throwing himself into guards he knows are ready and waiting for him. He reaches for his pistol, shooting three guys in the head before his eyes adjust to the dimmer lights in the room.

He hears them shouting orders, and he kills three more as he crosses the living room. One of them he puts through the TV screen, glass shattering under his hand as he crushes the man’s skull between the hard surface. The other two he shoots, and then moves towards the last four. All of them shield the door to the bedroom— putting their lives on the line for a man who doesn’t deserve the air he’s wasting.

Frank doesn’t have a moral compass when it comes to revenge. Not when it has to do with the people he loves. It’s why he clears the round of bullets in his gun on all four of them in less than thirty seconds, watching the lifeless bodies pile up in the doorway, there isn’t a single moment that he hesitates.

“Bobby!” Frank shouts, his voice horse and so loud he’s got no doubt the dead hear it.

He hears shuffling, and drops the pistol before stomping his way through into the bedroom. He sees Bobby, crawling across the floor in an attempt to reach for a gun dropped by one of the guards, but just as he goes to reach for it, Frank slams a bloody boot down on top of his hand, feeling the crush of bone under his weight.

“Fuck!” He shouts, and Frank smiles sickly, blood dripping from his teeth. “Get the fuck off me, you animal!”

Frank kicks him in the face, two of his teeth flying out and scattering across the carpet. As he rolls over, Frank grabs him by the collar and sits him up, watching his head lull to the side.

“Wake up.” Frank slams his fist into his skull. There was no way he was passing out this fast. Not after what he’s done. “Wake the fuck up.”

His hands shake with how hard he’s holding Bobby upright. So hard he feels the bone of his collar begin to give, and Frank chases the idea. Bobby thrashes, screaming as his eyes shoot open, the sound kicking Frank back into gear. He lets go of his shoulder long enough to pull back, only to drive his fist and crack the rest of his shoulder.

“Help m—“ Bobby tries to shout, but Frank shuts him off with another well placed shove of his weight into Bobby’s stomach, winding him. He wheezes, the pathetic sound something like music to Franks ears.

He punches him again— over and over. Not enough to kill him, though. No, Frank wasn’t done, he was just feeding the thrill. He’d been waiting too fucking long for this, and there was something satisfying about seeing this man— this weak excuse for a man being blinded by his own blood as he cries for someone to help him.

“Ain’t no one comin’ for you.” He growls, and grabs Bobby’s face so it hangs straight. His jaw is slack, but his eyes go wide when he feels the blade at his ribs. “You know that? That there ain’t a single person out there comin’ for you. No one gives a shit about you. You’re alone in here— your life in my hands.”

“Haaa—“ Bobby tries but whatever it is fades out into a scream when Frank slides the blade between his third and fourth rib. Slowly— real fucking slow. “They… they’ll come. Th-They’ll come f-for me.”

“No one’s comin’. Dead. All of ‘em. You’re alone.” He slides it a little deeper, watching the realisation wash over his face.

In truth, Frank wasn’t doing this for him. Sure, it felt fucking good, and Frank was enjoying the sight of the life draining out of his eyes, but he wants him to know why. Why he’s here, why he took out every last man in this building so he knew there was no hope. No one for him to go to.

He knew that’s what it was like for you. Frank couldn’t give you back those years, and he couldn’t take that much time with this— he’d thought about it, but he wanted this to end here and now. He could do this here, for you. Could make him know just how it feels to have all that power beat out of you, and know that there’s no one out there coming to save you.

“Stop…stop!” He wails, and Frank hits him harder. Every crack of his fist sends Bobby further into unconsciousness, and when he manages to stop himself, he shakes him awake again.

He gurgles on his own blood, dark red pools choking out of his mouth. His face is unrecognisable, already starting to blow up as he strangles in a few short breaths.

“I can… I have money. I can p—“ The effort of the words sprays another load of blood out of his mouth, and even though he’s exhausted, Frank laughs.

“You think I want money?” He leans down, yanking the knife out of his ribs and shoving it in again.

“Fuck! What do you—what do you want?!” Bobby wails again. Frank smiles.

“I want you to know that she’s the reason you’re dead. The last thing you’ll know is me— my face, and you’ll know it’s because you ended up just like you made her. Except she got out, and you never will.” Frank loses sense of time, his injuries starting to catch up with him as he yanks the knife out one more time, before slamming it home into Bobby’s skull.

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“I’m watching!” You shout as Sam lines up again, taking a few steps back before rushing forward and kicking the ball towards their make shift goal in the yard. You have to admit, for only been playing a few weeks, he’s got a hell of a kick on him.

“See! I’m getting better— my coach says next year I can try out for the first grade team if I keep training!” He’s smiling so big, and then he’s gone again, picking up the ball to take another shot at Nikolai who’s got goalkeeper gloves on, ready to catch it.

You’d be happy to watch this all day, but then Corinne calls out to you, telling you your phone is ringing, and you all but leap over the railing of the deck. When you race inside, you expect to see Franks name, and your heart sinks when you don’t. You knew he wouldn’t be able to call until it was over, but it’s been nearly two days since you’d heard anything. Then, you see it’s an unknown number calling, and your hands are shaking when you disappear into what is meant to be ‘your’ room to answer.

“Hello?” You recognise the voice instantly when she says your name. “Fucking hell, Karen. You scared me. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but are you?!” She nearly shouts, and you are still coming back to your mind with relief it wasn’t someone telling you Frank was dead. “I don’t even know how you did it, but I don’t want to. The way they found him… Jesus.”

“Wait. What? Karen, I’m in Florida.”

“What?”

“I’m with my brother in Florida. I came up here two days ago after the trial.” She goes quiet, and you can hear the commotion in the background. Remembering it’s a Tuesday, and that she must be at work, it only furthers your suspicions. “Who’s dead?”

“Bobby is. They found him. They found his body— but…”

“Karen, tell me.” All you need to hear is Frank wasn’t found. That he got out of there before anyone saw him. It would be your fault— all of it would be your fault if he was found. You needed to get back, you needed—

“Sorry. Sorry, I just thought… with everything that happened before, I thought it might of been you. Bobby’s dead, but… there’s nearly 50 men in the building with him. They’re all dead. And Bobby; he was hardly recognisable. It took them nearly 24 hours to identify him.”

“24 hours?” Frank needed to get out of New York as soon as he killed Bobby. If the police had been crawling around there for nearly a day… “Karen, I gotta go. Thank you for calling.”

You cut it off before she responds, and call the only number saved in your phone. It only rings twice before he answers, and you could nearly cry when you hear his voice.

“Stop fuckin’ ringin’ me, Murdock. I don’t know shit and I’m busy.” He grumbles through the phone, and you choke out something between a laugh and a sob. “Oh, fuck. Sorry— hey, sweetheart. Was just about to call you.”

“It’s… did the— job go okay?” You try to calm your voice as best you can, knowing that if anyone traces the call he’s done for.

“It took me longer than I thought. Had to get stitched up, then Curtis drove me halfway— passed out for most of it.” Before you can ask, he answers. “I’m fine, don’t do that.”

“You’re okay?” Relief floods your body, phone nearly slipping out of your hand with how hard you were gripping it. “Everything’s… everything’s okay?”

“Come see for yourself. I’m pulling up.” Like a kid on Christmas, you toss the phone and basically sprint to the front door, hearing an unfamiliar truck rumble down the isolated street.

He’s driving, clearly having ditched Curtis, but when he gets out he’s got a limp, and his hand is bandaged. You don’t run, instead you stand in the driveway and soak up the image— Frank; leaning against the door of the truck, sunglasses covering up what you have no doubt are black eyes. Alive. Favouring his left side and still with dried blood on his head, but fucking here.

“You’re hurt.” You say it when you finally reach him, but it sounds pathetic, closer to the tone you’d whimper his name in.

“Don’t worry about it.” He says huskily and reaches out, yanking you forward and slamming his mouth to yours.

The soft touch of his bandaged hand is opposite to the greedy grasp of his free one, the one wrapping around your back and fisting the material of your shirt, pressing so you were flush against him. Both of your hands cup his face, feeling the rough surface of his skin. You lose yourself in the taste of him as your fingers trace the patterns of scars peppering around his head— a constellation you’ve memorised a million times over, and yet it still feels as illuminating as the first.

He groans your name, sliding his hand up to grip your jaw, thumb tugging on your bottom lip. You lean back slightly, staying at close to him as possible. His eyes look you up and down, and there’s a glint in his eye; a hunger that never seems to be satiated when he looks at you. He’s still feverish for it, and it makes your toes curl in your shoes.

“Fuckin’ missed you.” He mumbles against your lips, and it makes you smile against his.

“I can tell.” His other hand forgets it’s injury as he searches your body, gripping your hips and pressing you closer.

“Get Sam. Let’s go home.” He tucks his head lower, mouth kissing under your jaw, and as much as you do want to get the fuck out of here with him, you pull away.

“He’s… he’s staying here.” Frank pushes the sunglasses off his face, looking at you through what is actually only one bruised eye.

“Staying?” You nod. “You sure?”

“I talked to him about it. He fucking loves it here, Frank. He didn’t want me to go again, but you should of seen him with them. They treat him like their own, and he adores them. It’s so much better than anything I could of thought.” Frank wraps his arms around your back and hugs you right, and your eyes flutter closed. “And you can’t just leave. They’re expecting you to come in and say hi.”

“Why?” The way he says it makes you laugh, as if you’d just asked him to drink gasoline.

“Come on.” You tug him by the wrists, and even though he groans and leans on you up the driveway, you both stagger inside and follow the sounds of Sam’s laughter, leaving everything else behind.

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“They were being nice.” You haven’t wiped the smile off your face since you slid into the passenger seat this morning. “Well, I slept great. I don’t know what you’re complaining about.”

“Mhmm.” Frank grumbles, clearing having a much worse sleep than you did.

It was sweet, and truely, you wanted to take them up on it. When Frank dragged himself through the front door of where Sam had been staying, everyone had nearly jumped on him. Sam couldn’t contain himself, clearly trying to play it cool but simultaneously thinking Frank was the coolest person he’d ever met. It was sweet, the way Frank was with the kids, the sight making you both smile and want to cry.

Either way, when Corinne and Zaed had offered for you both to stay the night, Frank agreed and all but dragged you down the hallway after dinner. The spare room was nice— set up clearly for two people, and you were only human.

It would have been perfect— had the room not been sharing a wall with your brother and his new best friend. A very fucking thin wall. One that was nearly vibrating with how loud they screamed every five minutes playing some game on the TV. The louder they were, the more it became apparent that neither of you would be getting a lot of sleep, and not in the good way.

Having Frank that close all night but not being able to do anything about it reminded you of the start of this whole thing. How you shared a bed with him but had to force yourself to keep your hands to yourself. It was borderline painful, but eventually you managed to drift off to sleep, not missing how hard Franks hands were gripping your hips like he had to physically cement himself to stop from fucking you through the bed.

When you woke up, Frank had all your shit shoved in the car, and was outside cooking pancakes with Sam. You took your time saying goodbye— making sure to thank both Corinne and Zaed properly, and then promising you’ll be back. Soon. ‘So soon you won’t even have time to miss me’ you’d promised Sam, and he grinned and hugged you before disappearing to get ready for school.

“Where are we going, anyway?” Frank looked to you before shifting in his seat, one of his hands resting on your thigh and squeezing.

“Got a stop to make before getting back to New York.” You’d been driving for a while now— about half way between New York and where you’d left Sam. You turned in your seat, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Don’t be cryptic.” You try to sound assertive, but you can’t seem to hold any resentment when you could feel the warmth of him palm on your thigh.

“It’s close, alright? Promise.” The words eased something in your chest, the same way his smile did when he looked at you.

A small silence drifted between you as a Billy Joel song hummed softly on the radio, and your head dropped, eyes tracing over the bruises left on his knuckles. Your fingers dance around them, careful to keep your touches light. You follow the lines of black and blue up over his wrist, watching them disappear under the arm of his jumper. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and when you push up the sleeve just slightly, you swear loudly.

“Fucking hell! Is this broken?” You pull the sleeve up higher, and you tighten your grip on his wrist when he goes to pull away. If you hadn’t watched him so closely, you would of missed the way he winced, and you let go immediately. “Sorry. Sorry— fuck, Frank. Is this all from—“

“I’m fine. Just a couple scratches.” He says, keeping his blackened eyes trained on the road. It would of been easy to miss— not seeing him without clothes since he’d come back. Bile rises in your throat at the thought he was hurt because of you— because he was doing this for you. Suffering for you. Like he has the entire time.

“Are you lying?” He shakes his head, and you lightly poke him in the side. He hissed loudly, flinching away from you and swerving the car. “Pull over.”

“I’m not pulling over.” Frank groans.

“You’ve been driving for hours, just—“

“It’s fine. We only got a few more miles till—“

“Please.” There must have been something in your voice, some kind of soft vulnerability that even he isn’t used to hearing, and then the car is pulling off the side of an empty highway, dusk rolling over the hood of the truck.

You reach out, pulling the sunglasses off his face to reveal him slowly. This part you’ve seen, but it still knocks the wind out of you. The cut along his cheekbone, not deep enough to need stitches but you know it will scar over. His right eye is a deep purple, the left nearly green. You go to draw your fingers over his face, but hesitate, worried you’ll hurt him. He sees you pulling back and catches your wrist, placing your palm between his cheek and his own hand.

“Don’t do that.” You choke out a laugh, smoothing your hand over and back into his slightly longer hair, pulling him closer over the console of the car.

“I’m not doing anything.” You say softly, something guilty in your voice. When he hears it, he shakes his head at you.

“Can read you like a book. You got nothin’ to do with this, alright?”

“I have nothing to do with it?” You want to laugh. “I’m the reason you were there. The reason all this happened.”

“I would of been in the same place with or without you. This part?” He gestures to himself, his torso that you know all too well is littered with scars. “This isn’t a part you blame yourself for.”

“But it is. My fault.” He opens his mouth but you talk first. “All of this… watching those kids today, watching Sam— all I ever did was put him in danger. And you. It’s better for him to be there, away from all this. Away from me. Maybe now all this is over, it would be better…safer, if you—“

“Stop. I don’t wanna hear that shit. You know how selfish you sound?” You blink a few times, eyes meeting his. At some point he’s leaned even closer, and you can feel the heat of his body thawing you out. “You’re right— I wouldn’t of gone back to New York the past two days if it wasn’t for you. You know why?”

“Listen—“

“No. I wouldn’t of gone back because I would of killed that asshole six months ago and been home in time for dinner. I’ve been doin’ this a long time, and there’s nothin’ you could of done that would of changed how this ended.” He holds your face up to his, rough hands holding you as gently as they could, and his thumb traces the scar just above your eyebrow. “Sam is safe with them, but don’t think for one fuckin’ second he’s better off without you. God knows I’m not. You’ve done nothin’ but good for that kid, and I’d… fucking hell. I’d be dead without you, you know that?”

“No you wouldn’t.” Your voice was so soft it hardly broke the silence, but he leaned in, his forehead pressing to yours. “You could probably jump out of a building and walk it off.”

“Maybe. But now I gotta be careful nd’ come home to you, don’t I?” He smiles, and then kisses you and you forget where you are. Words die on your tongue and are replaced by the taste of him, mind freezing over when he touches you. He does it every time. Every time he manages to take your breath away with one whisper of your name, one swipe of his thumb over your mouth. It’s intoxicating and dependant, something you never thought you’d want, but it feels so good with him. His hands drop to your waist, their pull demanding and needy as he yanks you up and over the centre console and onto his lap.

“I’d do it again. All of it. Kill every single—“ You kiss him again, squeezing your eyes shut, and he groans as you shift on his lap. “Fuck, baby we should wait till…”

“Till when?” You say breathlessly, and despite his words his hands are already sneaking underneath your shirt, his cool hands meeting your feverish skin. You can hardly keep your eyes open, and your hips roll forward again, seeking him out. “I want you now, Frank.”

“Fuck it. Doesn’t matter.” He says and then crashes into you, your back nearly pressing against the dash with how quick he moves. Your gasp of surprise is lost in his mouth, and you can feel the sparks he makes in your chest crackling their way through you, toes curling in your shoes.

Your half bent backwards, legs in either side of his as he keeps your chest pressed to him, both arms wrapping around you to hold you steady. You tug at his shirt helplessly, getting it stuck around his arm and he smiles against your mouth, leaning back to look at you before whipping it over his head.

In the dark of the room last night you wouldn’t of seen it, but now the lights streaming in from the car window, and Franks torso is nearly a rainbow in it— blue, purple and green bruises all up his side, with a short but deep cut on the low right side of his abdomen. He’s taken the bandage off it too early, the stitches still healing, but you can tell it’s expert work. Much better than the botched job you did a month or so back, something he still bares the reminders for.

“Just… just a couple scratches, huh?” He grunts something illegible and hauls you back to him.

“Shut up.” He keeps you pressed close, not giving you a chance to say something back, but then his hands dip lower and you’re a goner.

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Yeah. Fuck waiting.

He’s got you here— now, on top of him, and he can’t even fucking think of anything else. Your hands are being so gentle and cautious when he really couldn’t care less about the pain, but you do. You always do.

He wasn’t gonna waste another second, and seeing your eyes close the second he got your pants off and dipped his hands between your legs… it’s pretty much as close to heaven as he was going to get.

You fall forward, Frank catching you with one arm and pulling you close while the other continues slow, teasing circles just how he knows gets you all worked up. Your head tucks away into his neck, and he lets you hide for now, but when he’s got you home— real home, then he’ll be able to look at you as much as he god damn wants.

Your hips move against him, chasing his slow rhythm, and he feels your teeth scrape agains this neck, wordlessly rushing him along.

“You need me that bad?” He says lowly, and watches in awe the way his words wash over you and yank you closer to the edge. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Shouldn’t of left you so needy—“

“Fuckkk… right there—please.” Your voice was so high it cracks a little, and it fucking sets him on fire.

“Get my belt for me, baby.” He whispers, feigning a bit of self control as he watches you quickly fumble with the buckle. The slight brush of your hands could finish him then and there, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut to try and remember why he wanted to wait. He had just one more card to play— one that you’d seen him play a few times before, but he doesn’t think you expect it this time, and he needed some semblance of composure to remember it.

A real house, white picket fence and all, smack bang on halfway between New York and Florida. He couldn’t leave New York, not ever, but he had a new anchor now, one that deserved to have it all.

Frank planned to take you straight home. Make a ten hour drive and keep his hands to himself, but how the fuck could he when you were like this? Looking like you do, touching him so fucking sweet and soft and saying how much you missed every part of him— it was a dream come to life, and one of the few moments he’d let himself go in.

You shuffle as close as the seat allows, your now naked chest pressing against his. He dips his head, kissing your jaw, and he’s suddenly surrounded by you. Arms around his neck, warm and soft as your fingers thread in his hair, both of you moan at the feeling of him sliding into you. It’s white hot and nearly painful, how even with the way you’re dripping down your thighs, it still takes you a second to take him all the way. You wriggle your hips, trying to settle yourself and Frank nips at your neck, slowing your pace just slightly. He can hear you sigh, but you listen. You always fucking do.

“Shit— so fucking good. You can take it.” He hums and runs his hands over your skin. You lean into the touch, and when you sigh again he sinks your hips lower, a short punch of your name bursting from his chest when you slam yourself down. “Fuck. There you go.”

He’s a wreck underneath you, and your hands slither away from his hair to his face when you pull him up to kiss you. As much as he loves the feeling of your hips grinding down ever so slightly right now, it’s this part he loves the most. The slow intimacy of it— how he knows he can stay right here for the rest of the day and nothing will change. He can feel how much you love it, how much care you handle him with, and it cracks something old and hard in his gut.

You shudder as he lifts his hips, keeping your mouths together and kissing hungrily. He’d think you’d both been starved for a year the way you two act, but he’d admit it to anyone that asked that he was gone for you. He knows it well and true, in his chest and in the way you bounce in his lap, moaning into his mouth like he’s breathing air into your burning lungs.

“Fuck— fuck, I love you. I fucking… Jesus Christ, you’re so good. I love you.” He can’t shut himself up, and your breath gets faster. He knows you love it when he talks. “C’mon, baby. Let me see you— wanna feel you. I know you want to.”

“Slow… Frank, you’re gonna hurt yourself—“ You suck in a breath and squeeze your eyes shut. His hands stay tight on your hips, and he feels the pleasure buzz under his palms, your skin nearly alight with it on top of him. “Oh my god, don’t stop.”

He wraps his forearm around you and fucks you harder, any pain and injury burnt out by how tight you are around him, and how perfect you fit him. He’s close, so close that he’s hardly able to kiss you now. You both collide in a mess of tongues and sighs, and when he hears you croak out his name into his mouth, he knows you’re cumming for him.

He can’t hold himself back, chasing you into that high with blinding abandon. It hits him like a freight train, bowing him over you like he’s taken a hit, but it feels so good he can’t register that he isn’t breathing like this. He keeps kissing you until he’s sure he’s going to pass out, and only stops when you pull away, eyes darting to the highway where headlights slowly flicker on the horizon.

“Shit.” You say breathless, and you laugh. He can feel it, the sound shuddering through him from where he was still deep inside you, and your giggles soon turned to something less innocent when you heard Frank groan into your chest. “C’mon. Someone’ll see us.”

“Don’t move yet.” He puts his hands on your waist, fanning them out to reach as much of you as possible.

“Mhmm.” It’s like your body gives out at his request, slumping forward and moulding into him like you were made to fit this way. This was what he was talking about. The way you fit together— something that should be out of the question for him fits so right. “I love you, too.”

“Mhmm.” He copies and feels you smile against his skin. His hands trail up your spine, tracing the line of bones lightly to leave goosebumps in his wake. “What time is it?”

“Who gives a fuck?” You mumble, the words half muffled into his neck.

“I want you to see the house in the light, but you wanna go at it blind, be my guest.” It takes you a second, a scoff coming out of you before you sit up abruptly, making him groan again.

“House? What house? Another safe house.” Frank couldn’t keep a secret to save his life when it came to you.

“It’s a house. Twenty minute drive from here.”

“But New Yorks not—“

“I know. Good thing we got cars, yeah?” Your eyebrows are crossed together, and Franks thumb slips over the small scar he left on your face. The movement shifts your gaze to something softer, and he feels the brush of your eyelashes on his finger as you blink up at him.

“You did it on purpose. It’s right in the middle.” You say softly. “Jesus, Frank. You didn’t have to… I mean you—“

“Take a breath. I didn’t buy it. Was a gift from the US Goverment. One thing those guys are good for is their money. I just picked the spot.” He could nearly hear the rave of your heart, and you crushed yourself into him, words hushed and mumbled into his ear, but they melt him to the core all the same.

He’ll never get over hearing you say things like this to him. That you’re grateful for him, that he’s doing a good thing. It’s like nothing he did before you was ever good enough. There was always the next job, always the next group to track, but nothing would be enough. There wasn’t a light at the end of the tunnel for him. But here you were, telling him that he was the reason you were gonna be alright, and if he squints he can see it. The flicker of something hopeful, and if he holds onto you as tight as he can, he might just live to see it light him on fire.

“Did you say… you said twenty minutes from here. Why didn’t we just wait until—“

“Would’ve ruined the surprise.” You laugh again, and the feeling has him gripping you tighter. He leans closer to whisper in your ear, his voice low. “And I wanted to fuck you here and now. Don’t want there to be a single fuckin’ surface where I ain’t had you.”

“Better get driving then, Castle. Sounds like you got a job to do.” The glint in your eye nearly makes him drag you outside and bend you over the hood, but the kiss you give him after is sickeningly sweet, so much so that he lets you slide off him and back into the passenger seat without so much as a nip of his teeth. “Tha–”

“Wait. Wait til you see it.” Frank said, and something about the way he looked at you had you nodding simply, and watching the trees race by as he sped you home.

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You were asleep on the balcony again, and Frank moved as slow as he could to let you stay that way.

In the two weeks you’d been here, he could count on one hand how many times you’d actually slept in the bed. There were no neighbours for miles, nothing interrupting the stretch of sky all the way to the hills. Even Frank had to admit it was a killer view.

He came inside, pouring himself a drink, and a strange pit in his stomach settled after the burning liquid soothed his throat. He can’t seem to kick that feeling when you’re asleep. When you were awake, next to him, there wasn’t anything else he could think about. But alone, walking around a house he owned, a life he might try and live staring him in the face, he felt guilty. There were parts of him he wouldn’t ever get back, but this wasn’t something he thought he’d ever have. Peace and quiet, time to himself. A woman he loved within eyesight, buried under blankets cause she was too stubborn to come inside when it got freezing. He couldn’t figure out why now, of all times, was the time to be thinking of Maria. The weight of the ring around his neck was like an anchor. He knew it was stuck on the bottom of the ocean, but he couldn’t find it in himself to let go. He would sit there, hand cut up and bleeding, holding on for dear fucking life if no one moved him, waiting until he drowned.

Your footsteps were soft, in a way that he knows you can’t help. You tread through the open double doors, and Frank would roll his eyes at the way he could hear your teeth chattering if he wasn’t so distracted.

“You should of woke me.” You say, voice muffled from the mess your head was buried under. He took a step toward you, pushing it back so he could see your eyes.

“It’s late.”

“Couldn’t tell.” He can hear the smirk in your voice.

“You finally frozen to death, smart-ass?” You grumble something in reply, and he catches a few curse words before you look at him again. It’s nearly scary, the way you can read him with one sweep of your eyes. You clock his tone, the way he isn’t leaning into you with his full weight, and squint your eyes.

“What is it?” Frank sucks in a long breath, and kisses you.

He’s a complete idiot. That’s what it is. He can feel the buzzing pulse you wake in him, every movement of your lips on his rooting you deeper in his soul, chipping off ice until theres only warmth. How’s he supposed to tell you, after you’ve just kissed him like that, that he was thinking about his–

“You can talk to me about her, Frank.” You say with your head against his. Not it, her. Before he can ask, you smile a little. Even just a hint of that smile and he’s forgetting how to breathe. “You play with the ring when you’re nervous. It’s actually a bit of a tell.”

“Yeah?” He manages, hands trying to search their way through the blankets for you.

“Yeah. You have a lot of tells. For someone in your line of work, it’s actually a bit worrying.”

“You got me all figured out.” He says and means it, but you just roll your eyes.

“And you lean to the left when you think you can’t make a shot. You think it helps your angle.”

“Who woulda thought you were so observant.”

“You know, I actually did watch you when you were teaching me how to shoot.” Frank smiles, your skin finally under his palms. His hands splay on your back, and you lean closer.

“You were trying to fuck me the whole time. Don’t blame me for being surprised.” You try to whack him but your arms are pinned under the layers. Your laughter carries through him, skittering into his chest until he can’t help but laugh too.

“You came onto me.” He laughs harder. “It was very unprofessional. I was there to learn.”

“Damn fucking right I did.” His voice is low, and you shuffle around under his hold until your hands snake up behind his neck. His hair is too long, but he hasn’t cut it just yet. He tells himself that he hasn’t had time, but truthfully he likes the way it feels when you sift your fingers through the ends of it. Like now.

“You can tell me.” You say again, softer. He’s softer too– more malleable now you were here.

“I can’t help it.” He looks over your shoulder, and you follow his gaze to where the sun is now just starting to rise. “She woulda… woulda liked it here. The kids, too.”

“You think so?” He nods, still staring into the orange sky.

“Probably would of had a lot to say about the inside, though.” You wrap around him tighter, head on his chest. “She was so good with those things. She loved when we painted our house. She had all these colors painted next to each other on the wall. All these different kinds of green. Everyone kept sayin’ it all looked the same but she... she could tell the difference. I could see what she meant when she put the couch next to it and shit, you know? She was real good with that stuff.”

“We could use her help around here. This place is sort of… ugly, on the inside.” He laughed again, his throat feeling tighter as he looked around. There was those same colour swatches, but none of them were coordinated like he was remembering. Pinks, blues, oranges and grays were all mixed together in big, sweeping strikes along the wall, stopping right above where your arm would be able to reach. “What would she have gone with?”

He looks down at you, your face washed in the light of the sunrise.

“The light orange. It looks good with the brown.” He nods over to the couch, an old leather one you’d made him pick up off the side of the road.

“We’ll do that one, then.” You tuck yourself under his chin, sighing.

“I think about ‘em everyday. What the kids would have looked like now. What they’d be doing. How Maria and I would of… raised ‘em. I was away all the time, but I just-”

“I think you would have been just fine.” You say into his chest, and Frank takes a shuddering breath.

“Why’s that?“

“Cause she was in love with you.” His chest tightens, and the grip he’s got on your waist gets a little tighter. “I’m… I’ll never be able to fix…that. It’ll always be with you, and nothing will change what happened, but I want you to know that they will always have a place here. You don’t have to apologize for talking about them– the kids, or Maria. I will never, ever not listen, and it will never be something I don’t want to hear. If they’re always with you, they’ll be with me, too.”

Frank takes two steps forward, and your feet pick up just in time to catch yourself before he throws you back on the couch. He’s never been good with words for things like this. He doesn’t think he should try to shove it all in a sentence, either. Not when theres so much he wants to say, but even more he wants to do.

You lay back, and he moves slowly. He wants you to know every move, every brush of his hand and his mouth is by design. He wants to know every square inch of you inside and out like you know him. He wants his hands to pull the strings, letting you hear all the things his mouth could never possibly form.

“Perfect.” Frank sighs against your mouth, over and over again. It was. You were. Are. The pit in his stomach disappears, pushed out and engulfed by the flames in his chest. There was no room for anything, not a single other feeling or word could possibly fit the way you two fit together. Your fingers tug at his shirt, and he takes it over his head. Your hands run and smooth gentle lines over his chest, over the healing wound on his side. It's jagged and wonky, and it nearly spelt your name. Frank thinks it’s the first time he’s looked down at himself and not hated to see the scars.

He unravels you like a gift to himself, savouring every moment even when you try to shrug off the blanket. You hadn’t dressed since last night, and Frank liked it even more this way. You sighed his name, and Frank shuddered, sealing his mouth over yours again. When his eyes opened for a split second, he could see your face, washed in orange light, and your hair swept to the side. He shut his eyes and kissed you again, the image seared into his mind forever.

Frank had faced a lot of bad things in his life. He had been shot, stabbed, pulled apart and put back together more times than he could remember. He thought he’d seen it all, felt it all before, but there was nothing like this. Nothing made him as weak as your fingers in his hair, and nothing made him as strong as the way you moaned his name. Nothing felt as good as sliding inside you, and nothing felt as empty as when you were gone. It made him lightheaded and brought him to the brink of consciousness, but he knew that this was right.

It could of been minutes or hours that had passed when he let himself go, but no amount of time with you under him would stop him from wanting more. The sun was up now, and Frank had you tucked to his side on the small space of the couch, legs tangled together in the blankets and each other. He felt you shiver against him, and the blankets wrapped around you had come loose. He bent to fix them, and when he moved you did it again.

He looked down, seeing the cold line of metal pressed against your bare back. The ring at the end was hanging over your ribs, and when Frank touched it, it was freezing. Holding it in his palm, it didn’t feel as heavy as it used to, and when he read the engraving on the back, he still felt cold.

Looking down at you, how you rolled over and sought him out even with your eyes closed, he leaned down to kiss the scar on your forehead. Then, like it was the simplest thing in the world, he slipped the necklace off over his head, and placed it in a neat circle on the coffee table next to his head.

They would always have a place here. But it wasn’t them who gave him warmth anymore.

When he tucked himself back under the covers, he knew it was you. It was always you.

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okay theres going to be an epilogue at some point, but it will probably be small and have very little plot, so this is the end of the main story. so, heres a little rant for you. if you read it, thank you, and if you dont, thank you anyways. knowing anyone is reading my words is a gift enough.

i think i have been writing this series for like 5/6 months ish?? thats fucking wild. i dont have an exact word count, but all i know is its fucking long. i cannot believe i wrote this much about a fictional character, but damn. that is a lot.

basically all i want to say here is thank you. to anyone who has read, interacted, or will read in the future, thank you from the bottom of my heart. it might be a lil dramatic but having people read stuff i write, let alone actually enjoy it makes me so incredibly happy. starting to write on here, and for frank especially, is probably one of the best decisions ive ever made. this series was a struggle to finish for so many reasons, mainly my incredible lack of planning and overall dumb writing schedule, but i have met so many incredible people along the way, and i am just so grateful to have a lil space to share my work.

frank castle will probably always own a giant spot in my heart, so thank you for letting me share my version of him. and letting me add as much smut as i want to this with no complaints bc i fuckin needed it okay!!!!!! i love you all. rant over. series over. damn!

p.s. i am never not going to write frank. dont worry. i already have an idea for my next series lmao!!!!!!!! luv ya!

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pretty sweaty drowned rat~🎃

#he’s fuckin #christ i can barely see him and im still fucking weak #LOOK AT THAT PRETTY HAND #AND PROFILE #and his pretty pretty mouth (what i can see of it. i’ll use my imagination. it’s creative enough 😈)#frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcr5 #mcrmy #frnkie #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm

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Baby, I'm yours - Chapter eight: “What if I’m someone I don’t want around?”

Warning: Angst, sadness, swearing, Spencer crying and reader is brokenhearted. Sorry.

Summary: A few days before the wedding, reader discovers something Spencer had been hiding from her. And she doesn't feel like she can trust him again.

Word count: 11,9K

A/N: I'm sorry... but... seriously, did you think I had forgotten about Spencer's mistake?

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Spencer’s point of view

(Y/N) and I had successfully avoided JJ for an entire week. She had been pretty busy with her profiler course and case rotation. We had been busy freaking out with our wedding. Everything was ready and signed, but somehow our friends and family were making sure to keep up stressed and nervous about every single detail of the big day. Our vacation started in four days, our wedding was in twelve, and I still found it hard to believe (Y/N) actually wanted to marry me. But believe me, I wasn’t going to argue with her about it.

- “Just a few more days”- (Y/N) whispered as we held hands in the elevator- “Are you excited about our honeymoon?”

- “I am excited about being married to you, the trip is just a bonus”- she smiled and blushed as the elevator’s door opened in the BAU and immediately we were greeted by JJ and Emily’s voices as they walked our way.

- “Hotch says he's never seen a rookie profiler analyze and write up cases as well as you.”- Prentiss said, clearly to Jennifer.

- “He said that?”- and she acted surprised.

- “Oh shit”- (Y/N) whispered and I held her hand even tighter- “I don’t even want her at the wedding anymore.”

- “I know, chipmunk.”- I started walking faster and dragged (Y/N) with me the second Prentiss and Jennifer showed up by our side.

- “Hey, where have you guys been? I wanted to do brunch this weekend.”- JJ said as soon as we bumped into each other in the hall, but I continued walking and simply ignored her, as I heard (Y/N) reply.

- “We had to deal with some stuff about the wedding. Have you seen Garcia?”

- “Uh, she's with Rossi.”- Jennifer answered and stayed behind as we ran away from her as fast as possible. No, we weren’t being subtle about our anger. But if you asked us back then, we weren’t even trying to be.

- “Suddenly, four more days sound like an eternity”- (Y/N) murmured as we left our things at our desks and I simply shook my head.

- “You’ve got this, chipmunk, trust me. Next Monday we are going to be at home, having coffee on our own.”

- “In a week we are going to be picking up your mom and aunt Ethel from the airport”- I chuckled and shook my head- “But I get the point, just a few more days of this.”

Yes, we were not acting very maturely, I was aware of that. But we were mad and hurt and neither of us wanted to be the bigger man or woman. You get the point. It didn’t help that when we shared the whole story with Frank, Lu, and Mikey, they all supported us. No one should lie to a friend the way JJ lied to us. End of the story.

We had a case

- “I am having a Fellini festival at my house this weekend and I must serve the beautiful food of his country.”- Penelope was talking about food with Rossi, but I didn’t register much of what was being said around the table. I kept reading the book I had started that morning, doing my best to avoid eye contact with JJ, who sat right across the table from us.

- “Maybe you should show a Disney film and stick with burgers.”- Rossi replied and (Y/N) giggled. I held her hand underneath the table and played with her fingers for a minute, enjoying the soothing feeling of her presence.

- “You know, Rossi, you could always give Penelope a cooking lesson.”- I heard Morgan suggesting.

- “Oh, my gosh, that would be amazing. That would be like… that would be like the Iron Chef meets the BAU. And we could do it at your house!”- Garcia was way too excited about it already.

- “I don't have a house. I have a mansion.”- Rossi corrected her, and (Y/N) chuckled at those words.

- “All right, let's get started.”- Hotch’s voice made me leave the book on the table and I immediately glued my eyes on the screen ahead of us. Garcia stood up and started presenting the one that was meant to be the last case (Y/N) and I worked on before our wedding. Somehow, it felt exciting. It was also the first case with JJ officially as a profiler, which wasn’t exciting at all. It meant she was going to be out in the field with us and that only meant having to talk to her.

- “All right. Mes amis, you are jetting to Durant, Oklahoma, because in the last three days, two women have been found dead after being sexually tortured and then blinded with a sulfuric acid solution. Abby Elcott is our first victim, a 19-year-old art student. She was heading to campus for an advanced drawing class. She'd been missing for two days. The same goes for our second victim, Beth Westerly, 17. She had just finished her coffee shop shift and was on her way to a bar method class.”- Pen explained and nearly didn't breathe during her speech.

- “Both low-risk victims.”- Emily pointed out.

- “And obviously physically similar.”- (Y/N) added, considering both girls were young, tall, thin, and with long blonde hair.

- “How close are the two abduction sites?”- Rossi asked and Penelope showed them on the map on the screen.

- “Five miles apart at bus stops. Abby's cell was found near one, Beth's scarf near the other.”

- “Where were the dump sites?”- I asked and she quickly showed me.

- “One in an alley, the other in a field.”

- “So he stapled their eyes open, then he blinded them?”- JJ pointed out and turned to me, maybe waiting for my thoughts or reply. She didn’t get any. Instead, I focused my eyes on the paper and Morgan quickly started talking.

- “It's about power and control. Maybe he didn't want them to watch while he hurt 'em.”

- “Or it could be about shame.”- (Y/N) added and I quickly nodded.

- “Yes, ma cherié. Perhaps the unsub has disfigured himself. Blinding the victims leaves them helpless, lost, and totally dependent. Maybe a manifestation of how he sees himself in this world.”

I never refer to (Y/N) as "cherié" when we are working. Never. It hasn’t slipped in a briefing meeting before, and that day, I did it on purpose. Hotch turned to me and raised an eyebrow just as Emily nodded and continued with my point.

- “It is a form of enucleation, just without the scalpel.”

- “Exactly. His face is the last they see before darkness.”- (Y/N) added and looked at Emily as Hotch grabbed his notes and stood up.

- “Garcia, come up with a list of jobs that would give the UnSub access to sulfuric acid. The rest of us, wheels up in 30 minutes.”

- “We are not being subtle”- (Y/N) whispered as we sat side by side on the couch in the yet. That was our favorite spot when we wanted to be apart from the rest of the team.

- “Do we want to?”

- “No, but I was starting to enjoy not being scolded by Hotch after Ashley’s departure”- I held her hand and kissed it.

- “Four more days”- she nodded with a grin and sighed.

- “It’ll surely be weird not working for an entire month”

- “Oh, are you guys talking about your honeymoon?”- JJ showed up with Emily and I immediately grabbed a book. If it wasn’t work-related, I really didn’t want to talk to JJ.

- “Yes.”- (Y/N) simply replied and stayed quiet.

- “When do you leave?”- JJ asked her and kept looking at her

- “The day after the wedding.”

- “Which is your first stop?”

- “London. I’m gonna make us some tea before we take off.”- my fianceé said and stood up, running away from JJ. I focused on the book and didn’t move a muscle until I was sure JJ and Emily were no longer around me. I wasn’t holding anything against Prentiss, it was JJ the one I blamed, 100% for lying and never comforting (Y/N) or myself during our darkest days.

- “The victimology is very similar. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed teenage girls.”- Hotch started analyzing what we knew so far about the case. He sat by our side and went through the photos. (Y/N) and I kept taking notes as the rest of the team talked.

- “We believe they were each abducted near public transportation stops.”- JJ said and neither of us looked at her.

- “When was this photo taken?”- Prentiss asked and (Y/N) quickly answered.

- “Beth was caught on a bank surveillance camera three hours before she disappeared. That's a recent photo of Abby.”

- “So she wasn't found in the same clothes she was abducted in.”- Em showed us another picture in another outfit.

- “Maybe he changed them because hers were burned by the sulfuric acid.”- Rossi suggested and I answered.

- “It's possible. Sulfuric acid can turn human flesh into soap.”

- “Garcia, any recent similar cases in the surrounding area?”- Hotch asked.

- “Actually, yes. Two months ago, a prostitute and a runaway were both found raped and killed, and they had stab wounds to their eyes.”

- “So maybe he practiced on high-risk victims first.”- JJ pointed out the obvious, again.

- “And then advanced to chemical enucleation.”- Morgan added

- “Isn't that a rare paraphilia?”- JJ asked, and looked at me waiting for an answer. She didn’t get it. Instead, Emily replied.

- “Well, the chemical part is. It would exacerbate the pain.”

- “Like Ed Kemper”- Rossi said- “He's probably practicing on surrogates before going after the real object of his rage.”

- “Dave, you and I will talk to the parents. Morgan and Prentiss, go to the disposal sites. JJ, you (Y/L/N) and Reid to the abduction sites.”- Hotch divided chores and I quickly resumed my reading. (Y/N) shared with me her notes and we started talking about a possible geographical profile.

This wasn’t going to end well, I knew it. I was too mad at JJ to work with her, and (Y/N) was too mad at her as well to stop me.

(Y/N)’s point of view

Of course, Hotch would pair us with JJ that day. It was clear there was something off and he wanted us to work through our differences. Such a dad move. Spencer drove us in silence, all we ever talked about was the case. JJ tried to make small talk but neither of us replied much. As soon as we got to the first abduction site, Spencer walked fast and took a look around.

- “So, Beth got off the bus here and headed northwest toward class.”- Spencer said and looked at me.

- “Yes, she was on time which means she didn’t have much time to stop and chat with random people. Our unsub was fast.”- I added and followed him.

- “It's amazing no one witnessed her abduction.”- JJ said and Spencer’s answer was faster than mine.

- “Emily was buried six feet under and wound up in Paris, so I guess anything is possible, right?”

- “So that is what this is about.”- JJ replied, confirming what was obvious.

- “You know, maybe our unsub is a little bit like Bundy and he feigned an injury in order to get her to help him.”- I started talking and didn’t let Jeniffer continue with whatever it is that she wanted to say.

- “Spence, (Y/N), if you want to talk about…”- we both turned our backs to her and continued looking around like we had lost anything in those few blocks. We had in fact lost something: our trust in JJ.

- “Chipmunk, maybe he tried another tactic and was like, "Wow, you're really pretty. You should be a model. I can take your photo."

- “That’s a very common technique to get a girl’s attention, hon. But we have no proof of anything, just speculation.”

- “I'll take that as a no.”- JJ mumbled and tried to follow us.

- “Either one would disarm her.”- Spencer looked at me and I nodded.

- “Charm's quite the killer.”- JJ suggested and crossed her arms on her chest. I turned to her and raised an eyebrow.

- “So are tears.”- and the look in her eyes was both filled with pain and anger. Good, I wanted her to be mad at me the way I was mad at her.

- “Whatever his ruse was, the unsub most likely used it to get her into his vehicle.”- Spencer landed a hand on my shoulder and made me turn to him with a nod.

- “Well, if Abby was last seen at a bus stop a few miles away, then he definitely has means of transportation.”- JJ waited for us to reply, but we didn’t. Instead, Spencer held my hand and started walking me back to the van.

- “Hopefully, the disposal site will tell us more.”

I know I was being mean to my friend, but that friend had lied to me and my future husband right on our faces for months, mocking our pain. I didn’t even want to be in the same car as her that day, less having to pretend everything was ok.

Rossi was talking with the police when we got to the nearest disposal site. Spencer parked and I literally ran out of the van, to put as much distance between me and JJ as possible.

- “Again he’s disposing in an area frequented by homeless people.”- Rossi explained to us as we walked through a bunch of police force and forensics.

- “It's equidistant to the last two dump sites.”- Spencer pointed out. I kneeled down and took a look at the corpse. It was burned with what seemed to be acid around her face.

- “He burned her tongue with the chemical this time.”- JJ said, stealing the words from me.

- “So he removed her ability to taste.”- Rossi frowned and looked at the victim, trying to understand.

- “Why would he do that?”- one of the cops asked and Spencer immediately started explaining.

- “Historically, this kind of torture was used to prevent someone from revealing a secret.”

- “Can you imagine this was normal behavior?”- I asked and kept my eyes on the corps- “The number of people there would be walking around with their mouths burned with acid…”- I could feel JJ’s eyes on me as I spoke, but refused to look at her the entire time.

- “Maybe she offended him.”- the detective suggested.

- “I wonder what that's like.”- Spencer quickly replied. Yes, we were brats. And I still regret nothing.

- “Her lips are extremely chapped.”- Rossi’s words forced us to re-focus on the case.

- “Probably she was forced to repeatedly participate in some sort of kissing fantasy.”- I suggested and JJ decided it was a great moment to start talking again and basically just point out the obvious.

- “And when things go awry, he takes the offending sense away.”

- “He tortured her in these clothes, which means the eighties are essential to his delusion.”- Spencer ignored her and continued analyzing the victim’s outfit.

- “Yes, I would say that's when this rejection occurred and he held on to the clothes all these years.”- I added and looked at my fiance as he nodded at me in agreement.

- “And now he's attacking girls who remind him of women from that time.”- JJ concluded with an obvious opinion. Spencer just looked at me and said

- “He's fixated on her type and remake them fit his fantasy.”

- “But why start now?”- the detective asked. JJ made a pause and looked at us.

- “Something probably triggered it, and instead of dealing with it, he's acting out.”

Spencer and I looked at her at the same time. I raised an eyebrow as she stared at me, almost defiant.

- “Great analysis, Jennifer. Thank you for sharing.”- I replied as I felt Spencer’s hand in mine, crawling me away from the scene.

- “Four days is way too much time.”- I argued as I closed the SUV door and sighed. Spencer got behind the wheel and started driving us away from the crime scene in less than a minute.

- “I know, my cheriè. Just focus on the case, we have to solve this and go back home.”

- “Can’t we just elope, get married in Vegas, and leave for our honeymoon right now?”- I closed my eyes and rested my head on the seat. Spencer held my hand as he drove, and caressed my skin carefully with his long fingers.

- “You deserve way better than just eloping, chipmunk. You deserve the whole world and the perfect wedding.”- his words were sweet in contrast with the cruel reality we were dealing with.

- “The only thing I care about is getting married to you. The rest ain’t that important, as long as I have you.”- I opened my eyes and stared at him. He looked at me for a moment and continued driving. His cheeks were blushed and his eyes were teary. My sweet fiance never took compliments well, and I knew it. Still, I had to tell him how I felt, though it was still somehow nerve-wracking.

Yes, Spencer still made me feel nervous. The butterflies in my stomach were always crazy when I was around him.

- “So, how are we going to deal with JJ these days?”- I asked him and he hummed.

- “We should just try to stay away from her and don’t speak to her about anything that’s not case related.”

- “Easier said than done”- I mumbled.

- “I know, but what other choice do we have?”- I thought about it and sighed.

- “I’m still not sure I want her at the wedding.”

- “Me neither, chipmunk. Trust me.”

When we arrived at the station, Rossi and JJ were already there. Spencer and I had taken a detour to get iced coffee on our way back. It only took us five more minutes, but I could see on Hotch’s face he was already upset with us. That was not what I needed at the moment, but we were already deep into the mess.

Hotch didn’t say a word to us, instead, he gathered the police force and asked us to release the profile of the unsub. I could use some work to focus on, instead of my anger. So I stood up in front of the entire police department and started talking.

- “We believe the unsub, or unknown subject, that we're looking for is a white male in his 40s. This is someone who's reacting to rejection by a woman when he was a teenager in the 1980s. He's punishing his victims for their reactions to him by taking away their senses with sulfuric acid.”

- “We believe our unsub could possibly work part-time as a janitor or a mechanic, which would give him access to this chemical.”- Rossi added as I turned to Spencer and he smiled at me, nodding.

- “And after studying the disposal sites, we think it's likely that he is homeless.”- Morgan continued- “Now, how do we typically react toward the homeless? We judge them by their looks and smells. It's that same negative reaction we believe that a woman had toward the unsub at some point in the eighties.”

- “The unsub's fixation on this woman is now all-consuming.”- Prentiss started explaining- “It's caused him to develop obsessive love disorder. He most likely has tunnel vision and believes that she holds the key to his happiness. He will stalk her in an attempt to win her back.”

- “He will do whatever it takes to be near his love interest.”- I added -“But her rejection will spiral him into a depression.”

- “Which would lead to rape and murder of the surrogates who represent her.”- Spencer finally spoke and I nodded at his words immediately- “And it's only a matter of time before this rage and anger cause the unsub to go after her directly.”

Police exited the room after a few minutes. Hotch looked at me and nodded in what I figured was the approval of my presentation delivering the profile, and I thought things might actually be a little better. But JJ had other plans. She cornered Spencer in the briefing room and from what I could notice, she had started pushing him to talk about the whole issue. I quickly walked over and looked at her, crossing my arms on my chest, and looking seriously into her eyes.

- “What do you want Jennifer?”- I asked and she widened her eyes, surprised by my tone, I guess.

- “(Y/N), Spence. We gotta talk about this.”

- “I told you, we don't want to talk about it.”- Spencer answered and kept gathering some papers from the table. I started helping so he could finish quickly and get the fuck out of there.

- “I get it, ok? You're disappointed with the way we handled Emily.”

- “Listen, we have a lot going on, all right?”- Spencer didn’t even look at her, he kept his eyes on the files and folders as he tried to leave the room with me, but JJ stopped him.

- “You know what I think it is?”- her voice was suddenly defiant. Spencer stood in front of her and raised an eyebrow waiting for her speech.

- “What?”

- “You're mad that Hotch and I controlled our micro-expressions at the hospital and you weren't able to detect our deception.”- she said to my soon-to-be husband- “And you are mad ‘cos Hotch trusted me with the secret instead of you”- she added, staring at me. I opened my mouth to start cursing her, my hands shaking with anger. But Spencer stopped me. He held my hand and stood in front of me, basically shielding me from JJ’s bullshit.

- “You think it's about my profiling skills? That you just hurt our ego?”- and that bitch simply shrugged- “Jennifer, listen, the only reason you were able to manage my perceptions is because I trusted you.”

- “Spence…”- she tried to explain, but I took a step closer to her and held onto my boyfriend’s hand tight.

- “You really don’t know us if you think what you hurt is as mundane as our pride. I don’t care if Hotch wants you to know all his secrets. Under any other circumstances, I would have been happy for you. But not now, not like this, not after you laughed at us.”

- “Laughed?! (Y/N), when did I laugh at you?”- JJ was mad and hurt, her voice was shaky as she tried to defend herself.

- “We came to your house for 10 weeks in a row crying over losing a friend, and not once did you have the decency to tell us the truth.”- Spencer spat each word as JJ stared at us making her best to keep her shit together.

- “I couldn't!”

- “You couldn't? Or you wouldn't?”- I questioned her and she looked at me with tears in her eyes.

- “No, I couldn't, (Y/N).”

- “What if I started taking Dilaudid again? Would you have let me?”- Spencer questioned her and the thought of him getting back into drugs slapped me all of a sudden. Yes, I had considered that option, but Reid never gave me any sign he might actually fall back into old habits.

- “You didn't.”

- “Yeah, but I thought about it.”- Spencer held my hand tight and started walking out of the room with me.

- “Spence!”- JJ begged, as tears started falling down her eyes. But my boyfriend didn’t even flinch. He looked at her and shrugged, annoyed, and started walking away again.

- “I’m so sorry”- JJ whispered, looking at me.

- “It’s too late for that, alright?”- I answered, shaking my head, and followed Spencer on his way out of the station.

- “Spence, (Y/N)”- I heard Prentiss calling our names and I turned to look at her. She was puzzled and probably feeling guilty. But we held nothing against her. It was all JJ. She was our problem.

- “We are gonna get in trouble with Hotch after that”- I said as I sat on the front steps of the station. Spencer stood in front of me, arms crossed on his chest as he continued walking back and forth.

- “I’m sorry, chipmunk.”

- “Why are you apologizing for?”

- “I think I might have pushed it a little too far against JJ”- I shook my head and sighed. I wanted to ask but I was afraid of the answer. But I figured I had to do it just as a band-aid. Quick and painless.

- “You didn’t actually think about taking Dilaudid again, right?”- my question was meant to be an affirmation, but it sounded so insecure and shaky, that I embarrassed myself. I looked at my hands as I asked and waited for Spencer’s answer. He sighed and looked at me, walking to me and kneeling in front of me.

- “Of course not, chipmunk. I would never do that to you.”- I sighed relieved and smiled at him, feeling his lips on mine as his hands cupped my face carefully.

- “Thank god. I don’t think I could ever go through that again.”- I admitted as he rubbed his lips against mine. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation and the warmth of his touch- “I just love you too much. It would kill me to see you in so much pain one more time.”

- “Don’t worry, ma cherie. That’s never gonna happen.”- he whispered and kissed me again. This time embracing me with a passion and love he didn’t usually share during working hours. His tongue parted my lips and explored my mouth sweetly, tasting every inch. I let out a soft moan, and that just encouraged him. His hands moved from my cheeks to my waist, pulling me against his body, making me feel loved and cared for. And by the way, he was holding me so tight, anyone would say Spencer was afraid I was going to escape.

- “Come on, cool off”- I managed to whisper, still feeling him rubbing his lips against mine- “We are still at work. And already in trouble with our boss, I am afraid.”

- “I’m so sorry”- he mumbled and sighed, kissing my lips one more time before moving from me and starting to pace in front of me.

- “We should try to solve this case so we can go home and… share rooms again.”- I said and winked, trying to cheer him up.

- “Are you really going to marry me?”- Spencer asked all of a sudden. I raised an eyebrow as I stared at his sweet chocolate eyes, staring at me, waiting for an honest answer. Where did all that insecurity come from?

- “Not only will I marry you, I am also going to be with you until death do us part.”

Spencer’s point of view

I didn’t only feel like scum, but I was also terrified. Why did I have to mention Dilaudid in front of (Y/N)? Why was I so emotional and careless to say the one word that could bring this whole relationship to an end? I just wanted to hurt JJ, I know. But I was irresponsible. I was stupid. And the worst part was knowing I had no time to think about it. I had to solve a case first and pretend everything was ok later. I didn’t want (Y/N) to worry or see through me, read my insecurities and my truth.

I did what I did best, I hid at work and dragged (Y/N) along with me, to keep her from thinking about me and Dilaudid ever again. We started talking about the case, went through all the information we had, and decided we might have made a mistake in our profile. We might have overlooked one detail that could change the unsub we were looking for dramatically.

- “I don’t wanna go in there after the scene we made”- my girlfriend whispered as soon as we stepped into the police station. The team was gathered in a meeting room and I knew she wasn’t ready to deal with the consequences of my outburst. But we had to work.

- “I’m here chipmunk. Nothing is gonna happen. You know that right?”- I whispered and cut her a warm smile, trying to reassure her I was going to protect her. I would, I wanted to. I needed to know I was able to keep her safe from any harm. She nodded as my thumbs carefully caressed her cheeks for a moment. I knew that wasn’t the correct behavior, but honestly, I didn’t care anymore. Nothing was ever going to stop me from protecting (Y/N).

We walked into the meeting room as if nothing had happened earlier and I simply started talking.

- “I don't think we're dealing with a typical homeless person.”- and just like that, the entire team looked at me- “He's good with chemicals, and owns a car. I think the only mistake in our profile was assuming there was something wrong with his physical composition, reducing him to some sort of stereotype.”

- “You think it's only his mental state?”- Rossi questioned.

- “I think this guy might be smart enough to use his disability to his advantage so he comes across as harmless.”

- “And then, when he's alone and the victim rejects him, he goes off.”- (Y/N) added, crossing her arms on her chest, trying not to show how uncomfortable she felt.

- “What if he doesn't live on the street? What if he's in a halfway house?”- JJ asked and I kept my eyes on Hotch. He just grabbed his phone and dialed.

- “Garcia, I need a list of halfway houses and mental health centers in the unsub's comfort zone.”

- “Ok. Five are being sent to your phones.”- we all heard Penelope announcing.

- “Which of those were around in the eighties, Garcia?”- (Y/N) asked.

- “There are two in your area, munchkin.”

- “Morgan and Prentiss, take the first.”- Hotch announced- “Dave and I will take the second.”

- “What about us?”- JJ asked the obvious question and I unconsciously landed a hand on (Y/N)’s back, trying to comfort her.

- “Stay here and check ViCAP for similar M. O.s and signatures.”- everyone stepped out of the room, including (Y/N), who walked to the desk where she had left all the folders. And just as I started following her, Hotch called me.

- “Reid.”- I knew what this was about, and I was glad he was talking to me and not with her. She really didn’t have to be scolded this time- “If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me.”

I hesitated for a second, trying not to look him in the eyes ‘cos it was still something very hard for me to deal with. I was mad at my friend, not at my boss. And no matter how close Aaron was with us, he wasn’t technically my friend. He was closer to a father figure than anything else.

- “I can't. I didn't come to your house crying for ten weeks.”- that was the only explanation I could give him, ‘cos it was my truth.

The following morning we had a missing girl and still no suspect. (Y/N) hadn’t mentioned Dilaudid again and I was praying for the word to simply vanish from her vocabulary. I had made my best to keep her focused on the case and on the wedding. But it was challenging at the moment, ‘cos Hotch had decided to pair me with Rossi and leave her on the station with JJ. And no matter how much I begged him, he didn’t change his mind.

- “So kids spill out of the motel toward the cars. If Tammy walked this way, how could she disappear without anyone seeing her?”- Rossi said as we walked out of one of the rooms and analyzed the whole perimeter.

- “Someone would have heard her scream.”- I answered, taking a look around, trying to picture the entire place filled with teenagers.

- “That's if she screamed. Unlike the last three abduction sites, this one is nowhere near public transportation. Maybe she knew the unsub.”

- “Or thought she did.”- I ramble and catch a glimpse of empathy in Rossi's eyes- “What if Tammy was the target all along? That would explain the change in the M. O.”

- “So whoever did this knew she was coming here.”

- “I’m gonna call Hotch”- I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed. I also wanted to call (Y/N) and ask her if she was ok alone at the police station with JJ. But I couldn’t. After I hung up with Hotch, Rossi grabbed my arm and stopped me.

- “Kid, after Prentiss came back things have been hard on the entire team, not just you.”- suddenly I knew exactly where that was going, and I didn’t appreciate it one bit.

- “Rossi, thank you, but I don’t wanna talk about this right now.”

- “I’m just trying to tell you you are not the only one who feels betrayed. But you can’t just be mad at JJ for doing her job.”

- “Her job? So her job was to lie to us, even when she saw us at our lowest for weeks?”- I was doing my best not to raise my voice, but I knew I was failing at that task. I really was running low on patience that day and I didn’t want to continue talking about the same subject.

- “This was bigger than just sharing information, kid.”- Rossi stood in front of me and looked straight into my eyes, something I wanted to avoid by all means- “This was about keeping Prentiss alive, and Hotch knew that.”

- “But that secret nearly killed us.”- I argued back and looked down at my shoes- “(Y/N) was in deep grief, and for a minute I thought I was going to lose my sanity. This hit us hard, and JJ saw us, she was there, and she didn’t do anything.”

- “Only because she couldn’t! Not because she didn’t care about you.”

- “I don’t even care about me anymore, it’s the hurt on (Y/N) that bothers me the most. I don’t ever wanna see her crying like she did when we thought Emily was dead.”- I started walking back to the car.

- “You can’t keep her from pain, Reid. That’s just life. But as her husband you can support her and love her through the rough times.”- Rossi followed me and got into the SUV- “And maybe helping her forgive JJ and leaving this whole deal behind might be the right thing to do.”

I looked at David knowing there was nothing I could ever say that might help him understand how I felt. So I decided not to argue with him anymore and just leave the whole deal alone. I simply nodded and grabbed my phone as it hummed, letting me know I had a new text.

- “I’ve got a cupcake with your name on it”- I read and smiled.

- “I know the feeling, Reid”- Rossi said after a few minutes of driving in silence- “How it feels like when your blood boils in anger when you see someone hurting the woman you love.”- I looked out of the window and sighed. I really didn’t want to continue with the lecture.

Lucky for me, Morgan called and told us there was a suspect. We finally got a name. And two garages he worked on. In two hours, we had the unsub at the station, and Prentiss and Morgan were on their way with the police to get the latest victim, luckily alive. It was her own uncle who kidnapped and tortured her. Rossi was right, it was someone she knew.

By the end of the day, we were on the jet, on our way back home. (Y/N) was asleep on the couch by my side, and I entertained myself with a few books before we landed. Anything to keep me from thinking, or from talking with JJ.

- “So, the surgeon said he believes he can restore feeling to Tammy's hands.”- Emily whispered as she sat in front of me suddenly. I kept my eyes on the book and simply replied.

- “Good. We got there in time.”

- “I heard Mr. Bradstone wants to watch the tape.”- she continued talking, not getting the hint I wasn’t in the mood for a conversation. I still felt guilty about it though. There she was, alive and well, and I still didn’t feel like having a conversation with her despite the fact I had missed her for over ten weeks.

- “People have an innate curiosity to see things in order to confirm them.”- I replied and turned the page of my book.

- “Oh, that explains why I'm going to Rossi's tomorrow night. I want to see if he really can cook. You guys coming?”- she sounded so happy, so excited to spend time with us. So alive, if that makes any logical sense.

- “I don't know. I'm not so sure we can make it. We still have some things about the wedding we have to take care of”- I lied between my teeth knowing she would see through my deceit in a second.

- “Look, Reid, I know you're mad at us because we didn't tell you what really happened, and I understand that. But I promise you, we had no choice.”- she made a long pause and I felt her eyes on me, so I looked at her for a second, feeling my heart tighten into my chest. I wasn’t mad at her, I was glad she was there, alive and trying to preach to me. It was hard not to smile at her.

- “You mourned the loss of a friend. I mourned the loss of 6.”- I opened my mouth, but not a word came out of it. (Y/N) moved on her seat and I turned to her, afraid we might have woken her up. But no, she was still out.

- “This whole thing gave me an ulcer. Please don't give me another one. Are you gonna go to Rossi's tomorrow?”

- “We'll see.”- I whispered, knowing she had a point. I was still mad at JJ, but I knew I had to leave it behind for the sake of our mental health, and the team.

- “Also, I need to throw a bachelorette party for your future wife, so please don’t let her be mad at me any longer. I miss her.”- Prentiss whispered as she stood up and walked away. I looked at (Y/N) and sighed. All I wanted was to see her happy. Would forgiving JJ help her smile again?

Wednesday night I drove us to Rossi’s after a long talk. We didn’t want to be the ones causing trouble in the team, though I knew it was going to take more than just a cooking class for us. We were mad at JJ and a part of the trust had been broken. But (Y/N) had made a point after we discussed it.

- “We’ve been through a lot in the last six years. I don’t wanna let this argument get the best of us. And arguing with JJ is exhausting.”

I agreed with her only because I wanted to see her happy. I was still upset with the whole deal, but if she was ready to put it behind us, then so it should be.

Still, it was weird driving over to Rossi’s after everything we had done that week. I knew we hadn’t been nice or even mature dealing with the whole deal, and clearly, we were going to have to work on an apology for the team in the close future.

- “Reids! You made it!”- Morgan opened the front door and smiled at us - “Come in, we were just getting started.”- I closed the door behind our back and walked to the kitchen, where Rossi held a pan with what seemed to be onion and pancetta.

- “We can still turn around and leave”- I whispered and felt (Y/N)’s hand squeezing mine.

- “Let’s just endure it and when we are back home, maybe I will reward you, daddy.”- she murmured in my ear and giggled.

- “Hands where I can see them”- Morgan teased and (Y/N) giggled.

- “Sorry we are late”- I waved and took a look at the team. JJ turned to us and smiled shyly, almost scared we were going to snap at her… as we had done for the last week. I cut her an awkward smile and stood by the kitchen aisle, next to (Y/N).

- “Are we drinking already?”- she asked as Rossi put two glasses of red wine in front of us.

- “He hasn’t let us even sip it!”- Garcia complained immediately.

- “Yes, when do we get to drink the wine?”- Emily asked.

- “Almost there”- Rossi answered, still fully focused on the pan- “Ok, we start at the beginning. You eat what you cook, I'll supervise, but we're gonna do this all together, just like a family.”

- “Ok now?”- JJ asked raising her glass of wine

- “Now.”- Rossi grabbed his glass and raised it. We all followed him, saying cheers.

- “Do we all really have to cook?”- Emily asked leaving her glass on the table a few seconds later.

- “Yes, we do.”- David replied and raised an eyebrow.

- “Come on, zombie Prentiss, you don’t even have to chop the onion!”- (Y/N) argued, making me chuckle at the nickname.

- “Did you just call me a zombie?”- Emily widened her eyes.

- “Weren’t you dead a few days ago?”- (Y/N) replied with an adorable smile.

- “You are so lucky I love you, (Y/N).”- Prentiss added and hugged my girlfriend carefully.

- “Rumor says around the BAU that you wanted to throw me a bachelorette party.”- Emily’s face lightened up with those words.

- “I do! We do! Are you serious?! Can we all?”- I looked at Garcia and JJ and the two of them seemed to be both excited and nervous about the answer.

- “Of course, you can! I was counting on it! You and Lu are my only girlfriends ever!! You are basically my entire bridesmaid's squad!”

- “Did you hear that, pretty boy? Your lady is going out with her friends”- Morgan sipped his wine and looked at me raising an eyebrow- “That means we have to schedule your bachelor party as well.”

- “And don’t forget to invite Mikey and Frank!”- (Y/N) added looking at our friend.-“They would go bonkers if they miss a stripper party.”

- “Are you gonna let him go?”- Morgan asked her, almost shocked.

- “Why wouldn’t I? He is not gonna cheat with a stripper, most likely, he will try not to even touch one because of the number of germs they might have.”- I shook my head and sipped my glass of wine as everybody around us laughed. My girlfriend was right, one more time.

- “Alright kids, let’s cook!”- Rossi commanded and guided us to the stove. (Y/N) turned to me and smiled. She seemed happy, and that was all that mattered at that minute to me.

(Y/N)’s point of view

Around ten, after we cooked and enjoyed dinner, Rossi invited us out to his patio for a drink. I was excited to have a glass of his favorite scotch, ‘cos damn! that thing was good!

- “If Spencer asks, can you tell him I went out for a second to pick something from the car?”- I asked Penelope, who was sitting right next to me. My boyfriend was currently helping Rossi with the booze, and I didn’t want him to get worried.

It was a cold night and I had forgotten to bring my jacket inside the house. I wasn’t even sure I had brought one along, but I knew I had some of Spencer’s in the trunk of the car ‘cos I has planned to have them dry clean before our honeymoon.

I opened the trunk and went through some of the bags we had there. I knew I had to take a minute of my day to clean the back of that car, but days were crazy at that point in life, and I didn’t have enough time. I just grabbed one of Spencer’s jackets (one of my favorites) and put it on. I knew he wasn’t going to get mad at me ‘cos he loved to see me in his clothes. Besides, I loved wearing anything of his, ‘cos it felt like he was hugging me the entire time.

I rushed back inside the house and closed the door behind my back. I could hear our friend’s laughter from the backyard and made my way over quickly, chilling. I put my hands inside the pockets as I walked faster, seeing Spencer waiting for me, standing next to my seat, holding a glass of scotch.

But in a second, I stopped. I felt something inside the pocket. My hand grabbed a small bottle. I took it and simply looked at it as my entire world crumbled in a second. It was Dilaudid. A whole bottle of that shit, hidden in my boyfriend’s jacket.

I held it, as tears filled my eyes. I felt my breath leave my lungs, as everything I thought was real turned into a bunch of lies. Spencer had Dilaudid this entire time. I was about to marry a liar, and clearly, a drug addict.

- “(Y/N)?”- he called out my name as he stared at me from the other side of the room. I kept my eyes glued to the bottle for a few minutes before I turned to him. He was pale, in shock and petrified I knew his secret.

- “(Y/N), wait!”- I heard him beg as I turned around and ran out of Rossi’s. I ran as fast as I could until I made it to the car and started it.

- “(Y/N)! Please stop!! Let me explain!!”- Spencer yelled and tapped on the window of the car before I started the engine and drove away as fast as I could, leaving him screaming behind.

No, I didn’t want his explanations, I didn’t want to hear anything from him. I wanted to get away from that fucking liar as fast as possible.

He got drugs. He was using again. All that shit he kept saying about him never lying to me was nothing but bullshit. My hands were shaking as I drove with no destination. I didn’t want to go back to our apartment. I didn’t want to go anywhere he could find me. I wanted to disappear and get away from Spencer Reid.

I had never felt like that before. Not even once. I guess I had never felt betrayed by him before.

I tried to find my cell phone or my purse, but as I rushed out, I left them at Rossi’s. It was a good thing in a way, at least Spencer wasn’t going to call me. So I just drove and cried for a good hour, trying to put as much distance as possible between us. I didn’t even have the keys to our apartment, but I didn’t want to go there. I didn’t want to go anywhere, I just wanted to disappear. I didn’t have a wallet or my ID either. Not even my badge… but at that minute all I could think of was Spencer using Dilaudid and fooling me about it. Since when? Where was he using? After I slept? During cases?

And why did he relapse? It just wasn’t fair! Was it because of Emily’s dead? Maybe what he had said to JJ that week wasn’t a lie and he had gotten drugs to avoid thinking about Prentiss and simply numb himself.

How couldn’t he just trust me? Tell me he was feeling weak? I would have helped him, I would have given my life for him! How could he just betray me like that? He claimed to love me more than anyone else on earth, but how was he doing such a thing behind my back?

- “I hate you!!”- I yelled, sobbing as I hit the wheel.

I drove over two hours without a destination. In silence. I swear I couldn’t even think straight. I couldn’t hold a thought in my head. I mostly just sobbed and cursed. I knew I wasn’t going to go home that night, and I couldn’t just crush Penelope’s or Prentiss’. Spencer would definitely look for me at Frank’s, Lu’s, and Mikey’s. So I turned to the one person I didn’t want to be with during those circumstances, most of all because I didn’t want to explain anything and she was going to ask too many questions.

- “Baby, what are you doing here so late?”- mom opened the front door and stared at me in shock. My chin just quivered and I started crying again- “Oh my god! What happened? Are you hurt?”- she opened her arms and held me tight.

- “Can I stay here tonight?”

- “Of course, baby! Come on inside! You are shaking! Let me make you some tea.”

- “Can you make it a scotch?”- mom didn’t argue, she just nodded as she closed the door behind our back.

- “What happened?”- I followed her to the kitchen and sat at the aisle, watching her pouring a glass of scotch for me and one for her.

- “Spencer and I had an argument and I don’t wanna see him right now.”

- “Why? Oh my god! Did he cheat? ‘Cos if he did, I’m gonna kill him!”- I shook my head as I stared at mom’s face turning red with anger in a second.

- “No, but he lied and I found out the hard way. It’s… I don’t wanna talk about it, mom.”- Sofia just walked to me and hugged me. I had to bite my lips not to continue crying.

- “My baby, and a week before the wedding. There isn’t a worse time for an argument than this.”

The wedding. I had forgotten. But I couldn’t think of that at that minute. I was too upset to collect my thoughts and be rational. I just wanted to drink and forget at that minute.

Of course, I wasn’t going to be able to do either of those things, ‘cos the bell rang, and then someone knocked at the door frantically. I knew I had hidden the car in the garage, if Spencer was there looking for me, he couldn’t know I was in fact in the house.

- “That’s him. I am not here”- I said to my mom and grabbed my glass, running upstairs. Mom sighed and walked to the door. I hid upstairs and closed my eyes, in a futile effort to turn invisible, I think.

- “Spencer! What happened? You scared me! Is there something wrong? Is my daughter ok?”

- “Sofia, I am sorry to bother you so late at night, but… have you seen (Y/N)?”

- “No, I haven’t seen her in days. Why? What happened? Is everything ok?”- I have to give kudos to my mom, she is an excellent actress. I was sure she was fooling Spencer.

- “We… we just had a small argument and she ran off. I am worried ‘cos she left her cell phone and her keys and I don’t know where she is.”

- “I am so sorry to hear that Spencer, but if it was a small argument, I am sure she will reconsider and come back home very soon.”

- “If she comes over, would you please tell her to come home? I need to talk to her and explain how things happened. I don’t want her to make any rushed decision.”- Spencer begged, and my heart kept breaking with every word. A part of me wanted to hold him, and an even bigger part of me wanted to smack the shit out of him. Fucking liar.

- “I will if I see her. But you know, Spencer, my daughter doesn’t usually turn to me for help. Did you try at Frank’s, Lu or Mikey’s? Maybe they have seen her.”- mom’s voice was smooth and confident. Best performance of her life.

- “I did… now they are mad at me too.”- Spencer mumbled- “Well… if you know anything…”

- “I will definitely call you.”

- “Thank you, Sofia.”

Mom closed the door and I finished what was left in my glass in one shot. After a few minutes, when I heard him closing his car door, I stood up and walked downstairs.

- “He seemed honestly concerned, honey. He wasn’t pretending.”

- “I know”- I whispered as I walked into the kitchen and poured myself another drink- “I’m not saying he is a bad person, I’m saying he fucked up way too much for me to just simply forgive him. I don’t even wanna see him right now.”

- “But if he didn’t cheat, what did he do?”

I opened y mouth and no word came out. Did I want to tell my mom the truth about Spencer?

- “He still lied about something very serious, mom. Please don’t ask me all the details now.”

- “Fine, I’m not gonna push you. But you know you can trust me, right peanut?”- mom held my hand and I nodded. I knew we didn’t have the best relationship, but I knew she loved me.

- “Thank you.”

- “Now let’s try to get some sleep, you still need to go to work tomorrow and deal with this mess.”

I groaned at the thought of getting up early and going to work, mostly ‘cos it meant being with Spencer and seeing the rest of the team. I was sure they had a lot of questions too.

My room was a time capsule. Mom always kept my and my brother’s rooms clean and almost ready for us to come back. I didn’t want to deal with that sign of her denial at the minute, I had too much on my plate by then. I sat on my bed and looked at the posters on the wall. That was the last place I pictured myself a week before my wedding. That was another thing I didn’t want to think about: The wedding. How could I marry a man I didn’t trust anymore?

I lay on my old bed and stared at the ceiling. There were still some glow-in-the-dark star stickers up there. I remembered the day we got them at the mall, and Mikey helped me put them on the ceiling, ‘cos he was way taller than me at the time (and still is).

- “Hello?”- thinking about Mikey made me want to talk to him- “Nugget?”

- “Yeah, hey.”

- “What happened? Doc showed up here a while ago, asking if I had seen you…”

- “We fought.”- I whispered.

- “Figured.”- my friend sighed as I just laid on my bed, in silence- “So you are at your mom’s.”

- “Yeah, calling from my old room, old telephone… if things go wrong I can always choke myself with the cord.”

- “Loving your positivity, girl. What happened?”- I sighed and thought about my words before I answered, I knew I could trust Mikey, I just… I don’t know. It hurt too much to think about what had just happened, I guess.

- “He lied.”

- “Did he cheat?”- I chuckled thinking that would, of course, be the worst scenario for everybody.

- “Not technically. But he did lie about… remember when I helped him detox a million years ago?”

- “Yeah…”- Mikey made a pause and gasped- “He started using again?!”- I don’t know why I nodded if he couldn’t see me- “Did you see him getting high? Was he violent?”

- “No. I found a bottle of Dilaudid in his jacket.”

- “Shit.”

- “Yeah.”- I took a deep breath and made the biggest effort to keep my tears back. I didn’t want to cry “in front” of Mikey or of anyone as a matter of fact.

- “I’m gonna kill him.”

- “Not if I kill him first. And as far as I remember, I’m the one carrying a gun.”- I could feel my friend’s hesitation through the line. Was I serious or was I kidding? Not even I knew.

- “Nugget… did he give you any explanation? Did he even try to justify his actions?”

- “I refused to talk to him. I was too mad. He didn’t tell me felt that bad. He never hinted he might start using again, and just a few days ago he denied getting drugs or even thinking about using again. There is nothing to explain. He is a drug addict and a liar. And I don’t wanna know what he has to say.”

- “I can’t believe he is doing this to you. He loves you so much.”

- “Well, apparently, he loves that fucking needles more than he loves me.”- I didn’t want to believe my own words, but honestly, at that point, they seemed to be true.

- “Wanna come over tomorrow? Frank and Lu could come too, we can talk this through, try to…”

- “Thanks. I am not really sure I wanna see anyone right now.”

- “That’s why I said tomorrow, nugget. Not today.”- I kept my eyes glued to the ceiling for a moment, not saying a word. Mikey sighed again and probably rolled in bed.

- “Remember when we got those glow-in-the-dark star stickers for my ceiling?”

- “Yeah, we were twelve or something. Why do you ask?”

- “You and Frank made fun of me and Lu and said these things were gonna fall in an hour, and they are still there.”

- “So? I will start trusting industrial glue from now on.”

- “They lasted more than my relationship with Reid.”

- “Don’t say that, (Y/N). Don’t. Not until he explains what actually happened.”

- “What? Are you on his side now? Did he melt you with his useless explanations when he stopped by your place?”

- “No. I’m just saying don’t make any decision just yet. Not until you talk to him.”

- “I don’t wanna talk to him.”

- “You are mad today, but tomorrow you’ll see things much clearer.”

- “I’m not so sure about that, Mikey. I’ll talk to you tomorrow and I’ll let you know.”

- “If you don’t call me in the morning, I’m gonna stop by your work at lunch.”

- “You haven’t done such a thing ever since I started working at the BAU. Why should I believe you?”

- “I dunno. To surprise you?”

- “Good night Mikey.”

- “Don’t make any rushed decision, nugget. Spencer loves you.”

- “So what if he does? He lied, got drugs, and didn’t tell me how he felt. What kind of love is that?”

- “He is only human, (Y/N). You can’t ask him to be perfect. He is gonna fuck up, but he can redeem himself, can he?”

Honestly, I didn’t know if he could. You see, lying is one thing, but lying and using drugs after promising me you were never going to do it again, that’s a completely different thing.

- “Good night Mikey.”

Spencer’s point of view

The second I saw (Y/N) walk into the house with that damn jacket, I knew what was gonna happen. It all hit me quite fast. My mistake. The fact I had actually forgotten I had gotten that shit was my first and biggest mistake. Why didn’t I get rid of it when I could? How could I forget I had it around? Hidden. I should have known I couldn’t hide anything from her. Why did I even try?

- “(Y/N)?”- the look in her eyes was brokenhearted as she stared at me from the other side of the room. Not a single word left her lips. She was struggling not to cry, and I was starting to panic.

- “(Y/N), wait!”- I begged and started walking toward her as she turned her back to me and basically scaped out of the house.

- “(Y/N)! Please stop!! Let me explain!!”- I ran after her and watched her get into her car. Her eyes were filled with tears as she started the engine and drove away from me, leaving me alone, with all my explanations.

- “Spencer? What the hell happened?”- Penelope showed up as I started sobbing, my lips quivering as I made my best not to cry, ‘cos I honestly didn’t want to give our friends any kind of explanation about what had just happened.

- “I need to go.”- I mumbled and turned back into the house to get our things.

- “Spencer!”- Garcia yelled and followed me closely.- “What the hell happened? Why did (Y/N) run away so fast?”

- “Kid?”- Morgan was waiting at the door, but I didn’t reply to him either. I just gathered all of our things, turned to Rossi, and nodded.

- “I’m sorry, but I have to go. Thank you for everything, David.”

- “Reid.”- Hotch stopped me and walked me to the door.- “Is (Y/N) ok?”

- “I… I don’t know.”

- “Is everything ok between you two?”

- “I honestly don’t know.”- I didn’t want to answer any of those questions, but after such a scene, it felt necessary, I guess- “I’m sorry about all this. I have to go”- Hotch didn’t say another word, he just nodded as I ran out of the house, desperately searching for a cab.

- “Shit, shit, shit”- I walked down the street, carrying (Y/N)’s purse, looking for a taxi. I wanted to call her, ask where she was, stop her angst, and tell her I hadn’t used a drop of drug ever since she helped me rehab four years ago.

She wasn’t going to talk to me after this, I knew her. She was going to close emotionally, and honestly, so would I after that massive fuck up. I knew I had broken her heart. I had ruined her trust. And I didn’t know how to fix that. Just a few days ago she had told me she knew she wouldn’t be able to deal with me using drugs again, and now she just found drugs in my pocket. Why am I so stupid?! How could I let this happen? Why did I have to be so stupid to get that fucking bottle of Dilaudid?

A cab finally appeared and I basically jumped into the back seat.

- “Where to, chief?’”

- “1333 Connecticut Ave.”

I gave the driver Frank’s address, which was closest (technically) but also was the one person (Y/N) would turn to first in case of trouble. But… she knew I knew that which meant she wasn’t going to go there first. I groaned and held my head with both hands as I tried to think clearly. I could do it for a case, I could do it with any other problem in life. But when it came to (Y/N), I just couldn’t do it.

I was desperate. I felt I was running out of oxygen. I wish I didn’t know her so well because I had clear how screwed I was. Of all the things on earth I could ask (Y/N) for forgiveness, I knew drugs were a topic she would never be merciful with. She hated me, of that I was sure. I hated myself so at least we agreed on something.

- “Here we are”- the driver announced, but I was already halfway out of the cab, I threw him a twenty and ran to Frank’s door. I pushed his apartment ring so many times, I was afraid I had broken it.

- “What the fuck?!”

- “Frank! Sorry! It’s Spencer!”

- “Doc! Come on up!”- he opened the door for me and I ran the four floors to his door. Halfway up I realized it was obvious (Y/N) wasn’t there: Frank opened the door. He would have never done it if he knew what I had done.

- “Is everything ok? Is (Y/N) ok? Where is she?”- Frank stood by the opened door and looked at me with terror in his eyes. I don’t know what I looked like, running frantically inside his apartment and searching around for my fiance.

- “I am looking for her! Have you seen her? Is she here?”- I tried to breathe, but it was honestly getting harder every second. Frank closed the door confused and walked to me, holding both my shoulders and staring at me.

- “What the fuck are you talking about, doc? Where is (Y/N)?”

- “I don’t know where she is. We… we had a fight and she ran away.”- my friend frowned and stayed still for a second, processing all the information.

- “What? You two had an argument? Why? What did you do?”- it was very sweet of him to assume I had done wrong. He was also very right.

- "She… we… I had..."

- "Frank?"- I heard a female voice coming from his room and my heart skipped a beat. I let him go and ran over, opening the door just to find… a naked girl in his bed.

- "(Y/N)!! Shit! Sorry!"- the poor girl covered herself and screamed as I quickly turned around, bumping into Frank- "I'm sorry I didn't know you had a friend over."

- "What the fuck are you doing, Reid?! Where is (Y/N)? What the fuck did you do to her?"- Frank shouted in my face as I tried to focus.

- "She is mad at me and won't let me explain anything. She just ran off after…"- I looked at his closed bedroom door but still felt uncomfortable talking about that issue so close to a stranger. So I walked back to the living room knowing Frank would follow me.

- "A few years ago I was abducted and my captor forced me to use Dilaudid. After that, I was hooked for a few months until (Y/N) helped me detox. I've been going to NA meetings every month ever since and I haven't relapsed. But…"

I paused and looked at him, he didn't look surprised at all, he only looked mad.

- "Did she ever tell you?"

- "What the fuck did you do Spencer?"- his voice was closer to a growl at that minute, and his eyes were still deep in anger.

- "Nothing!! I swear!! She thinks I relapsed 'cos she found a bottle of Dilaudid in my jacket! But I didn't!! I could never do that to her!"

- "Then why did you have it?! Did it magically appear in your pocket?!”- Frank lost it again and yelled at me. I flinched and couldn't even open my mouth to reply.

I know anyone could think Frank’s reaction was out of proportion. But it wasn’t. You see, (Y/N) was his best friend on earth and he loved her like a little sister. And I had hurt his little sister. If you ask me, I was fucked.

- “Look, I know I ruined things with her, but for a small fragment of time after Prentiss’s death, I thought I needed it. I didn’t! I never used it! I should have gotten rid of it!”

- “You shouldn’t have fucking got it in the first time, Spencer!!”- Frank really looked like he was about to smack me.

- “I know! I know! And now she thinks I’m probably using it again! And she will want to cancel the wedding and dump me! And it’s all my fault!”- Frank shook his head and walked to the kitchen.

I followed him waiting for his yells. Maybe he could punch me. I was even looking forward to it, I deserved all the pain he was willing to make me feel. I could take anything, except (Y/N)’s rejection.

But no. Instead, he got me a beer and one from himself. He opened it, sat by the aisle, and moved a chair for me.

- “You are an asshole.”

- “I know! But I don’t have time for a beer and some advice! I need to find her!”

- “Dude, you won’t find her tonight. And trust me, you don’t wanna talk to her right now. You need to wait until her anger soothes a little… if that’s even possible considering how deep into shit you are right now.”

I stared at him and grabbed the beer, sipping it and almost drinking half of it. Frank raised an eyebrow and sighed.

- “Neither Mikey nor Lu had called me yet, which means she is not there either.”

- “I don’t care, I’m going anyway.”- I don’t know why I acted like a brat, but in my defense, I was desperate and I wasn’t thinking straight.

- “Doc, you fucked it up. You have to plan your apology instead of running around town like a headless chicken!”

- “She is gonna cancel the wedding!”- I yelled and jumped from the chair, feeling the walls closing in.

- “If you talk to her tonight she might!”- Frank lit a cigarette and nodded- “Think Spencer! You’ve known her for so long, use all your (Y/N) intel to figure out how to fix this instead of acting with your guts!”

- “I don’t have time to think! She is gonna… I just need to hold her.”- I bit my lips as I paced across that kitchen, feeling impotent and useless- “I know I have a wealth of knowledge about her I could be applying to find her and apologize effectively. But right now, I can’t focus on anything for longer than three seconds at a time, which makes me the dumbest person in this room.”

- “Jeez, thanks”- Frank chuckled and stood up to wrap an arm around my shoulders, as I inevitably broke down in tears.

- “I love her so much it hurts. And I need to find her so I can explain to her I would never do anything that might hurt her,”

- “Doc, getting that bottle hurt her. She is out there thinking you picked drugs over her.”

Yes, I knew it was stupid of me to say “I would never hurt her” when I had just done that exact thing. But trust me, I wasn’t myself that night.

I sobbed against Frank’s shoulder as he hugged me in silence for a few minutes.

- “47.450”- I whispered as wiped off my tears with my jacket and started walking around the kitchen again.

- “What are you talking about Doc?”

- “47.450 is the number of hours I’ve spent with her ever since I met her. One hour without her and I feel I’m losing my mind. Please help me.”- he stared at me not knowing what to say- “Help me find her.”

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Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (3/9/2024) Part 1 (SPOILERS)

Hey guys! Today I'm gonna show you my reactions to the Welcome Home website via my notes on Google Docs. I wrote 5 pages and spent around a few hours exploring the website lol. Hope you enjoy it! Here's Part 1!

NEW HOME ART IT'S SNOWING

Wally’s Christmas outfit makes him look like he’s ready to work at the North Pole lol

I also love how the little doodles are very Christmas-like

THE VISITOR COUNT THINGIE IS BROKEN

Idk if it’s intentional or if it’s actually broken lol

THE NEIGHBORHOOD HAD SOME FEW CHANGES WHAT

THEY’RE ALL DECORATED FOR CHRISTMAS (or in this world they seem to call it “Housewarming” which is pretty fitting)

Also “Happy Housewarming” and “Welcome Pillar Family”??? WE GET TO MEET HOWDY’S FAMILY???

I remember seeing Clown’s post that there’s going to be a new voice actor in Welcome Home so I’m wondering if the new voice actor is voicing one of Howdy’s relatives I can’t wait to find out

Also is that a clock tower at the bottom??? It looks like a clock tower lol

Also the clock tower’s faces looks like Yellow Guy from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared lol

Wally has painted something on the empty canvas…Is that a cup or a genie lamp? Please let me know what this is lol

New Wally information added: “Home is the reason behind the creation of ‘Homewarming,’ a holiday created by Wally.”

New Barnaby information added: “Similar sources, such as Barnaby’s Joke Kit in ‘The Welcome Home Wishbook,’ noted Barnaby being able to perform a gaggle of tricks, such as juggling, balancing on a ball, and steadying large objects on the tip of his nose.”

I think Barnaby’s Joke Kit is a new merchandise that the Playfellow Exhibition uncovered but we’ll see later

New Julie information added: “Many of her skits and activities centered around playing games, whether they were as familiar as jump rope and hopscotch or simply made up on a whim. ( See ‘The Welcome Home Wishbook.’ )” and “Hibernation may be another descriptor of this cartoon species, as uncovered media surrounding the holiday of ‘Homewarming’ depicted Julie hibernating throughout the winter. Akin to Barnaby, Julie’s paws also have hearts at the bottom.”

So basically Julie and her family hibernate and she has paws that have hearts in the bottom??? Interesting…

New Frank information added: “Some audio, such as in the vinyl record titled, ‘Homewarming,’ presents a strange sound that can be heard accompanying Frank’s vocals and could imply his head rotating.”

…Frank??? Are you ok??? I’m scared…

Also I just realized that at the end of their profiles so far, it shows how the puppets operate except for Wally (which is sus)

“It is assumed Barnaby’s puppet was rotated between a live-hand puppet and a walk-around puppet, typically to keep him in frame with his much shorter neighbors and requiring two puppeteers.”

“Julie is believed to be a puppet operated by one handler.”

“Frank is believed to be a puppet operated by one handler.”

Eddie doesn’t seem to have new information added except that he “...was a live-hand puppet who required two puppeteers to operate.”

HOWDY I MISS YOU

New Howdy information added: “Within the vinyl record, ‘Howdy’s Holiday Hullabaloo,’ one can see a ‘quarter of a wiggle’ of them.”

I don’t know what that really means but I can’t wait to hear (or maybe see) Howdy again

“Howdy’s puppet was rotated between a live-hand puppet and a walk-around puppet in order to keep him in frame with his fellow residents, requiring two or more puppeteers.”

If I was a puppeteer and got hired by the creators of Welcome Home, I would work with the Howdy puppet lol

SALLY’S BACK TO NORMAL…but I’m still worried about her…

New Sally information added: “In recently uncovered material and archived footage, Sally is shown to be able to literally shine or glow in the dark, although it is unclear if a similar effect was applied to the puppet. Concept artwork revealed that Sally was a live-hand puppet that required two or three puppeteers to operate due to the size of her head, as it was much larger than other puppets.”

I wonder if a toy exists somewhere where it’s a Sally plush that talks and glows in the dark…That would be sick and I would buy it immediately and use her as my new cuddle buddy/night light…

New Poppy information added: “Poppy was rarely seen outside of her barn, typically being visited by neighbors instead, and has no material, illustrated or otherwise, showing her outdoors. This is further proven in found footage where Poppy is excluded (for unclear reasons) from Wally’s Homewarming party.” and “Within the context of the show, this was because she was too scared to use appliances. This also may be the reason why she is a vegetarian, according to “The Welcome Home Cookbook” that depicted an only sunflower seed turkey.”

Poppy is excluded??? For unclear reasons???

I’m worried about Poppy now…

“Poppy’s puppet is a walk around puppet that concept work noted stood at around eight feet tall, but photographs showing her height have yet to be uncovered.”

Also the clock tower doesn’t seem to be clickable…sad

Omg the neighbors have little snow globe stickers awww

WAIT A MINUTE HOLD UP

IS THAT TWO OF HOWDY’S FAMILY MEMBERS IN HIS SNOW GLOBE??? WHAT???

I’m guessing they’re either his parents or one of his uncles and aunts…But we’ll see…

In the About Us section, there’s a new question which is “This isn’t the same website as before. Why did you move it?” and a doodle next to the question…Interesting…

I checked the News section and I only see half of the title “Latest Headlines and Updates for Welcome Home!”...I wonder if that’s a mistake or if that was on purpose…

“I apologize about the date on the most recent news post. I assumed it was still December. I’m not sure how this could have happened. The individual who posted this must not have been paying proper attention. Please pay it no mind, have a wonderful day! Happy spring! Almost as good as Homewarming!”...That seems kinda sus

THE WALLY PHONE CALL AUDIO IS GONE

“(NOTE: The audio for Wally Darling is experiencing a glitch and has been temporarily taken offline. Please be patient as we work to restore this as soon as we possibly can!)”

The Official Welcome Home Cookbook!!!

I want to get one of these copies so bad

Also it has a doodle next to the title of the cookbook lol

Now it’s time to listen to The Welcome Home Wish Book here we gooooo

Also is the doodle next to the title a cigarette???

ALSO SANTA IS IN THIS???

Santa is the best Welcome Home character fight me

Who’s Howdy? I don’t know him…I only know Santa

I love whoever voices Santa…It definitely fits him

MOM CAN I GET A HOWDY CASH REGISTER SET??? I NEED IT TO SCAM MY FRIENDS!!!/j

NO NOT EDDIE

SANTA WHYYYYY

Actually let’s not blame Santa let’s blame the “static and muddled sound” in the radio that cut off Eddie’s gift

Anyways

The “Homewarming” Storybook Record!!! Yayyy!!! Let’s go!!!

Oh it’s a different narrator this time…The voice reminds me of an old grandpa telling his grandchildren a Christmas story…

“The hubbub is that the Homewarming party is tonight, Barnaby. But I don’t think I know how to do Homewarming right… What should I do? What if I do it wrong? What if it makes Home sad?” Awww Wally…

“Hello, Wally. Barnaby.” Frank is so sassy love them

“Hiya Jewels! Frank.” Barnaby LMAO

“With fire wood, kindling- Home would probably like to be warm in all this cold weather, just like this bug!” I’m sorry but my crack brain imagines Wally accidentally burning Home down what is wrong with me lol

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Terrible Fic Idea #58: Percy Jackson x Criminal Minds

While perusing the PJO tag for the first time in ages, I stumbled across yet another crossover I never would have thought of trying - and which, naturally, hasn't escaped my head. It managed to mash together the worlds of PJO and Criminal Minds... and so, naturally, I thought: if I were going to write this crossover, what would I do?

Just imagine it:

Everything follows canon - until MoA. There Percy plays off the judo throw in New Rome to avoid starting a war with the Greeks, but after they're alone on the Argo Percy tells Annabeth that he doesn't appreciate 1) being blamed for his disappearance, as if Hera had asked him if he wanted to lose his memories and half a year of his life, and 2) being physically attacked by his girlfriend outside of weapons practice.

Naturally, Annabeth doesn't take this well and doubles down on her position, and the two fight like cats and dogs throughout MoA and HoO. By the time they reach Akhlys, Percy is hardly inclined to listen to Annabeth at all, and so doesn't stop poison-bending.

It's not obvious at the time, but not stopping fully unlocks Percy's divine powers. He's now immortal, like Chiron, but not a god. It's also rather the final straw for Annabeth and Percy's relationship.

Because he doesn't immediately realize he's immortal, Percy goes on with normal human things like high school and college - attending both at Camp Jupiter, which is better equipped to handle demigods than the average mortal school. It's only after he starts grad school at nearby Stanford University and gets a lot of comments on how young he looks does anyone start realizing what's happened.

Fast forward to about 15 years after HOO, when Percy has joined the BAU - because even immortals have to pay the bills somehow.

In my head I picture this to be S8/S9 of CM, largely because I enjoyed Alex Blake's character and think she'd be a good outsider POV for the story I want to tell, but dealer's choice.

Percy proves to be the BAU cryptid. His primary and secondary school records say unsub in the making... then he double majors in marine biology and classics in college (because everyone who survives four years in the legion or slays a particular number of monsters gets a classics degree when they graduate by default). Then he goes on to get a doctorate in psychology from Stanford... and swim twice for Team USA in the Olympics. He once went on vacation in the Keys and found the wreck of a lost Spanish galleon free diving. He's polite and mild mannered and goes nowhere without at least three knives on his person and a week's worth of survival gear. When he's tired, his reports sometimes slip into Ancient Greek or Latin. He may be a Hellenist and speaks of Hell as a place that he's been.

Percy is, in short, unfathomable to his profiler colleagues. They like him, but every new thing they learn about him only complicates the profile they're definitely not putting together.

He's been in the BAU for about 18 months before they receive reports of a serial killer's dumping ground in the Oakland Hills, not more than a mile from Camp Jupiter. The victims are all in their late teens and signs indicate all were killed in a ritualistic way. Most of those the investigators can identify are runaways.

Once the BAU is on site, Reid determines that someone is trying to recreate an obscure Ancient Roman sacrifice.

More importantly, Percy realizes that, yes, these are definitely the bodies of Roman demigods - and not one of them was killed by a monster before they could get to camp. In fact, he's pretty sure there's a secret entrance to camp not 100' away from the oldest body.

It's this last point that causes Percy to lead his team to Camp Jupiter. This is a revelation in itself and should answer many of the team's questions about Percy but give them twice as many new ones.

It should also be perfect timing, as they arrive just as praetors Frank and Hazel were thinking of reaching out to Percy, as he's the only real investigator either camp has. They're not aware of most of the murders, as it's not unusual for one or two demigods every year to be killed after leaving the safety of camp, but the last three victims went missing in the last three months under odd circumstances.

(One was a granddaughter of Apollo who'd talked about wanting to join the Hunters of Artemis, and when she disappeared everyone assumed that's what she did, only for the Hunters to visit later claiming she never showed. The most recent was a daughter of Bacchus who hated the regimented life of the legion and wanted to transfer to Camp Half-Blood where things were a little more their speed. Most the others were legacies or the children of minor gods.)

They set up shop in Percy's house - in part because CJ has no police force beyond the legion, which houses their main suspects - in part because Percy's house is built like a Roman temple on the edge of the temple district and no one would dare sneak into it.

(The demigods have been actively treating immortal Percy as a god, because if deification worked for Nero, they can make it work for Percy. And a deified!Percy could only be good for them.)

In the end it comes out a grandchild of Hecate/Trivia was sacrificing other demigods to their ancestor in hopes of obtaining more power - they should be just powerful enough to disguise their actions with the Mist but not much more, and intensely jealous their ancestor handed already-powerful Hazel more power during the Giant War.

Bonuses include: 1) Thalia and the Hunters showing up to help, as do Nico and Will. This should be an intensely confusing family reunion to watch from the outside given that two are immortal. Extra bonus points if the BAU recognize Nico from some wildly successful paranormal investigative channel on YouTube and are shocked to find out all the ghosts are real; 2) Will calling Percy "mom", on account of the fact he's been dating Apollo for the last five years now - Apollo's longest relationship ever - though Percy refuses to consider marriage or children until fifty years have passed; and 3) One of the BAU being tangentially involved with the mythological world already - Hotch had a relationship with a disguised Justice before meeting Hailey and their child is at Camp Jupiter? Reid has just recently met a disguised Athena at a conference and is now worried he'll arrive home to a baby on the doorstep?

And that's all I have. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back to me if you chose to do anything with it.

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Hellooo, I wanted to say that I love your writing, I am so happy that I found your profile, you are a very talented person.

And I have an order! , the killers (Frank, Susie, Evan Macmillan, Herman Carter and Rin Yamaoka) react to an s/o who flirts with them, but s/o speaks another language, so they can't understand anything they say, this s/o also has a very bad handle of english.

(English is not my original language so I'm very sorry if you can't quite understand what I wanted to say.)

this is a really cool concept! i wish i knew what your original language was so i could implement it into this 😭

i did also feel sort of overwhelmed with the amount of characters so i did not include susie or herman in this :( i’m sorry.

Frank Morrison:

I imagine you’d try to flirt with him outside of trials, so him seeing you arrive in his realm has him pretty surprised. He’s never had anybody other than his friends with him in Ormond, and never expected anybody to go there willingly. Part of him is tempted to try and get you out, but it seems his friends are pretty welcoming of you when you approach the ski lodge with a nervous but hopeful smile.

Another thing he hadn’t expected was that you spoke another language. What were you trying to say? Could Susie or Joey translate? Did they even understand?

Frank is slightly relieved at the fact that you know at least some English, and will ask you various questions as to why you’re here and what you want. If you choose to try and compliment him, he’ll be even more surprised. You? A survivor? Complimenting him? He’s assigned to kill you! Why are you being nice to him? It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate it, but it just seems weird to hear.

The more you compliment him, the more he realizes that you’re trying to flirt. Sometimes if you switch up your language mid sentence or even replace some english words with some from your native language, he catches onto it. Especially if you look away after or even lower your voice when you say it.

Frank was always interested in Julie. Maybe it’s the fact that you try your best with the English that you know to compliment and flirt with him, or maybe it’s because of how kind you are to his friends, or even the fact that you speak another language in the first place and he thinks it’s hot as shit. Either way, Frank doesn’t like these new feelings. They aren’t unfamiliar, but he hates that they aren’t for someone who stands by his side in The Legion. Someone who doesn’t have the same motives as he does. He can’t even understand your native language, so it only frustrates him more. He doesn’t know what to do and it pisses him off. Maybe you could help him?

Evan Macmillan:

Much like Frank, Evan will be very confused and irritated on why you decided to walk into his realm like you owned it. He barely gets any free time as it is. Why are you disturbing his peace?

Very confused when you start speaking another language. How is he supposed to tell you that he doesn’t want you in his realm now? Once you realize that he doesn’t understand you and you start attempting to speak English to get your point across Evan immediately tries to tell you that he doesn’t want you here. Probably doesn’t realize you’re trying to flirt with him either.

When you don’t leave and continue speaking Evan finally decides to listen to your words, realizing what you wanted to say to him. It’s both bizarre for him to hear and he feels a little bit bad for being so aggressive with you at first. He feels shittier when he realizes that your broken English wasn’t you just stuttering over your words either.

Even when you aren’t speaking full and coherent sentences, Evan understands what you want to say. Hearing words like strong, tall, handsome, good-looking makes him not want to believe what you’re trying to say. It’s so flattering but it makes him angry at the same time. You’re not supposed to feel this way about him and he isn’t supposed to care about what you think of him but he does anyways. It’s frustrating in more ways than one but Evan can’t resist your words of praise.

Evan in no way shows that you flatter him with your words. He’s quite good at hiding his emotions, so don’t feel like he’s a lost cause. If he hasn’t already killed you, you’ve gotten somewhere with him. Even if your English isn’t perfect Evan has no problem speaking to you. He may even allow you to stay with him if you’re ever feeling lonely. Just for a little though. You’ve affected him a lot more than you know.

Rin Yamaoka:

While Rin is known for her endless rage her ancestors brought upon her, she can be quite docile outside of trials if she isn’t provoked. Seeing you walk into her realm with an almost fearful look on your face reminds her of herself.

Not really surprised when you speak a language she can’t understand. She often overhears conversations from other survivors that aren’t spoken in her language. You speaking a foreign language isn’t really a shock to her. Until you start speaking broken Japanese in an attempt to get your point across.

Rin doesn’t even really mind that you’re not a fluent speaker, her face still lightens up when you do say some words she can understand. It makes her happier when she realizes that you’re trying to flirt with her too. Some part of her was beginning to get angry that she couldn’t understand you, so you’re pretty lucky you knew some Japanese. You might’ve been sliced up if she got too impatient.

You may even surprise yourself if she seems to look happier than before. Rin never got too many compliments before she was brought to the realm and was often taught that she shouldn’t be proud of who she is. Even if the compliments aren’t necessarily about her as a person, she still appreciates them nonetheless.

It may take some time for Rin to fully accept that you’ve said those things to her, and it might be longer before she allows you to be apart of her life. With Kazan who will likely be breathing down her neck about it and the thought of the Entity using you against her, it’s hard to know what to do. Either way, she’s very happy that you spoke to her that day. She’s felt increasingly better about herself since.

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✈️ Business or Pleasure ✈️

Relationship: Frank Castle x F!Reader Fandom: The Punisher Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6658

Warnings and other tags: Alternate Universe – First Meetings – Hotel sex – Gift fic – Explicit sexual content – One-Night Stands – Enthusiastic Consent – Porn with feelings – Soft – Unprotected Sex

Summary: You meet him on a business trip.

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Late birthday gift for @darlingshane. Last time it took me 3 days to write you a fic, this time it took me 3 weeks. It's very different from the one I wrote you last year, but I hope you enjoy it as well 🧡🧡🧡

The hotel bar that you are sitting in is cast in a soft light, while jazz notes drift through the atmosphere. It is as cliché as it gets from a hotel bar, but the place is decorated tastefully, and you enjoy the drinks they serve.

The clock reads five to ten, and while you had already had dinner, you had not felt like heading to your room yet, instead settling at the bar. You have casually been observing the other patrons while sipping from your glass of wine, but nothing or no one interesting has caught your attention. You are finally considering calling it a night, particularly because you are having an early flight tomorrow, when you see a new client coming through the doors that separate the lobby from the bar.

He is on the phone as he walks straight for the bar, dressed in dark slacks and a deep gray button down, the first three buttons undone. The hair, longer on top, is tousled and looks like he has repeatedly been running his fingers through it. The man frowns at what the person on the other side of the line says, before his face shifts into a smile and a warm chuckle reaches your ears. He absently nods at you in polite greeting, since he sits down on the stool just to your right, and orders himself a drink from the bartender.

You keep your face forward as much as you can while you observe his profile as inconspicuously as possible. His jawline is sharp and smoothly shaved, his broad nose, giving his profile something special, runs into the curve of a pair of beautiful lips.

“Yeah, alright. Let’s talk about it tomorrow. Debrief should be an interestin’ one— Yeah— you too, man.” He hangs up and slides the phone into the pocket of his pants.

His drink arrives, and he thanks the bartender with a brief nod and small smile.

“Well, that sounded more like business than pleasure,” you state out of the blue, even surprising yourself with your words since you had not intended to say anything.

The man turns his face towards you, his eyebrows raised, and looks as surprised as you. You can see him focusing his attention on you, his eyes moving over your face before they slowly take your whole form in. You fight to keep your expression as neutral as you can, not wanting to show just how much his perusal is getting to you, although you can feel your face warming.

“It was until now,” he finally says with a one-sided smile, as he turns his entire body in your direction.

Your eyes widen a fraction at his statement, not having expected such an answer from him. You lower your eyes as you smile, almost shyly, before looking back at him.

“Frank Castle.” He extends a hand to you.

“Nice to meet you,” you reply once you have introduced yourself and shaken his hand, marveling at their warmth and especially their size.

“So, what brings you to this place?” He asks as he leans an elbow on the bar and takes a sip from his drink.

You shrug as you drink from your glass, before you send him a small smile. “Pretty much all business, too.” You pause for a second before deciding to share a bit more. “Had an important deal to take care of.”

“Yeah? What field do you work in?”

You consider him for a moment, tilting your head to the side curiously. You think that he is purposely putting all the attention on you instead of himself, but he also looks genuinely interested.

“I work for a small corporation… Not that interesting, I’m afraid,” you chuckle and look at your drink.

“Ah, come on. I’m sure it is.”

“Well, I guess it depends— Do you know anything about computer software or graphic design?”

Frank’s mouth twists into a small grimace as he nods in understanding.

“No,” he replies with a huffed laugh.

You grin and shrug again. It is a specific field.

“And, how did that deal go?” He wants to know, watching you expectantly.

You cannot help the proud smile that rises to your face as you think back to this afternoon and the accomplishment of months of hard work.

“My new program got signed, so I guess pretty well.”

“Attagirl!” Frank calls out, toasting you with a warmth in his eyes.

The back of your neck tingles and warms at his unexpected praise. You smile and take a sip from your drink to hide the effect that this single word has on you.

“What about you?” You ask, swiping your eyes over him from his feet to his head, analyzing him somewhat. “Secret agent or some sort of military?”

Frank’s eyebrows go up his forehead in surprise. You had delivered your words with a hint of humor in them, but that had been your first thought after hearing and seeing him.

“What makes you think that?” He questions with an amused smile, his eyes narrowed curiously.

“A hunch, I guess— The way you hold yourself, what you said on the phone. I heard you using the word debrief and how you said the time? Fifteen hundred? Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear your conversation.” You quickly add, not wanting to make it seem like you had purposely been eavesdropping.

Frank stares at you with a small frown, but he doesn’t look upset; more intrigued, really.

“You got some good observational skills,” he mutters with a faint smile.

“Does that mean I’m right?” You grin at his easy demeanor.

Frank doesn’t say anything, just lifts his glass to his lips and drinks while keeping his eyes on you.

You laugh through your nose.

“I am, huh—? Alright. I won’t ask more— Although,” you say slowly as a thought crosses your mind. “Is Frank Castle your actual name?”

Frank snorts in amusement.

“Yes.”

“I guess I’ll just have to believe you,” you sigh dramatically, making Frank laugh loudly.

“Let’s just say that my job is to protect others”, he confides, still chuckling from your antics.

“As in bodyguard?” You had said that you would not ask, but since he had told you more, the question had come naturally.

Frank shrugs and moves his head from side to side in a more or less motion.

You look at Frank a little more closely, at his straight back and shoulders, the way his eyes keep skimming the room, and smile. Yeah, he does fit the part. Frank stares back, expression open, although he is not easy to read all the same. You find him entirely compelling. So much that you had not noticed, until now, that you have moved closer to each other during the conversation.

“So— You stayin’ long?”

He clearly wants to change the subject, and you had told him that you would not pry, so you play along.

“No— I’m flying home tomorrow. All done with business,” you smile, feeling the heat coming from him as he shifts closer yet.

One side of Frank’s mouth tilts up in a faint smile, as he tips his head to one side.

“Only pleasure left, then?” His voice is low and intimate.

You quickly lick your lips at that.

“I hope so,” you breathe, before your eyes widen minutely, and you look down with a small, shocked laugh at your words.

You don’t know what has gotten into you tonight. This isn’t your style. Flirting with men during your trips, yes, but not this obvious desire for more. Especially since you have only been talking for a few minutes. You don’t know what it is about Frank that makes you act like this. Something about him puts you at ease while simultaneously turning you on. And he is obviously interested too. Has been from the moment that he has really looked at you. Why shouldn’t you indulge yourself for once?

“I think I should be going back to my room.” You stand, suddenly wishing you had not left your phone in your room, so your hands had something to do and would not show your nerves as they shake lightly.

Frank blinks and leans away from you with a few short nods. You know what he is thinking, and he has it all wrong.

“Yeah, sure. Uh— Have a good flight tomorrow.”

You neither answer nor move away from his side, only standing there, looking at him. Frank eventually stares at you once he has noticed that you have not left. He frowns slightly, confused, before he really locks eyes with you and his face morphs into surprised understanding.

With his eyes still on you, he pulls out his wallet and leaves a few notes on the counter. Swallowing your nerves, you turn on your heels and head for the exit and straight for the elevators. You don’t check if Frank is following you, but you can hear sure footsteps a few paces behind you. You press the call button for the elevator and find Frank coming to stand next to you out of the corner of your eyes. It doesn’t take long for the elevator to arrive, the doors emitting the usual ding as they open. You step inside, with Frank following close by, and push the button for your floor. You stand against the mirrored side of the elevator, face pointed downwards, while your fingers move nervously at your side.

“Hey,” Frank says softly, coming to stand in front of you. “You’re alright? If I got it wrong, I-”

“You didn’t. I—” You close your eyes and release a small, exasperated laugh, before finally meeting his eyes again. “It’s not something I ever do. I— I don't – I-”

“Hey, hey. It’s alright, Sweetheart,” Frank’s voice is soothing and low. He is still standing close but doesn’t touch you. “If you’ve changed your mind, that’s fine. It’s your choice. I can go back to-”

“No,” you say it softly but with conviction before leaning your head back against the mirror and laughing lightly again at how surreal this feels to you. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Frank is quiet for a beat, before he steps forward, right into your space but still not touching you anywhere.

“Can I touch you?” He rumbles, getting you to look at him and into his warm but intense eyes.

You exhale a harsh breath and make small but fervent nods of agreement. His eyes dip to your lips, then back up.

“Need you to say it,” he rasps, his voice deepening.

“Please?” You breathe, and even to you, the desperation sounds clear in your voice.

Frank’s nostrils flare at that word, his eyes swallowed by black.

“Not that. Not yet, at least— Yes or no, Sweetheart?”

“Yes!” You say it with such want that it comes out as a hiss at the end.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open, but Frank moves in anyway, paying them no mind, as a hand goes to your nape to pull you towards him and into a long kiss. Your knees nearly buckle at the sheer intensity of his kisses, making you stumble backwards. Frank follows and catches himself with his other hand against the mirror. He presses you against it, his whole body aligning with yours as he licks between your parted lips. You grip the shirt at his back, tilting your head this or that way to reciprocate with just as much ardor.

You only snap out of it once the elevator doors close again, and you manage to slam your hand against the button to open them again before someone can summon the cart back down. Frank stops the kiss with a chuckle after noticing what you have done. Finding new confidence, you side step Frank and take hold of his hand to pull him out of the elevator and towards your room. You slip the key card out of your pants’ pocket and quickly slide it into the slot at the top of the handle to unlock the door. It clicks and you hurriedly push it open. Frank follows without a word and closes the door behind himself. You move back to him and shove him against the door, before taking his lips again. Frank makes a surprised noise at your actions, but it’s a pleasant surprise from how he groans into the kiss and lets your tongue glide against his.

Undressing is a quick affair. You don’t have the patience to tease or be teased, and from how Frank’s hands pull and tug at your clothes to get to your skin, the feeling is quite mutual. You do take a moment to stare at him once he is topless, his jeans open and revealing dark boxer shorts. A small breath shudders out of you at what you see. You really did luck out with this one. You meet his eyes again, only to see him looking at you with a one-sided smile, letting you observe him at leisure. He lets his eyes travel appreciatively over you as well, dressed in only your underwear. You can feel your hard nipples pushing against the thin fabric of your bra, his gaze making you shiver. Glancing down at his thighs as he shuffles while he waits you out, your eyes take in the distinct line of his erection pressed against one side of his crotch, still covered by his jeans and boxers. You only realize that you have moved once your knees meet the carpeted floor and your hands have gone to the top of his pants. You had not even made any conscious decision about kneeling at his feet, pure lust making you act. Staring up at Frank, you find him staring right back, his lips parted and panting faintly. He seems as surprised as you to find you kneeling so boldly, so obviously hungry for more. With his eyes remaining on you, Frank pushes his jeans lower, his erection springing out of it and catching your immediate attention. You utter a sharp breath at the size of him, your jaw aching in delicious anticipation. You would feel embarrassed with how your mouth floods with saliva at the idea of using your mouth on Frank, or at the unbidden, high-pitched, keening sound that comes from you at the wave of want, but you cannot regret anything, as you see how Frank closes his eyes as if fighting to keep in control.

“Please?”

Frank makes a small laugh that sounds between amazed and incredibly turned on after you have spoken.

“Feels like I should be the one beggin’, Sweetheart.”

Warming all the more from his words, you shuffle closer. You slowly curl your fingers around his length, feeling the heat and hardness under them, and lean in. You kiss the tip, just over the slit, before opening your mouth to let the flat of your tongue press under the head. Curling your tongue this time, you pull him in and suck gently over the tip. Frank exhales loudly as you moan around him, getting the first taste of him. It’s heady to get this kind of reaction from him right off the bat. You open your mouth again and let your tongue slide down the base of his cock, before moving back up and sucking the head back in. You keep it slow, fighting the urge to take him in as deeply as you can. For now at least. You crave more of the small, aborted movements that Frank makes, like he is also trying to hold back from thrusting forward. You end up being the one to give in first, the second that Frank’s fingers slide into the small hairs at the back of your skull. With your other hand on his hip, you moan, high, and relax your jaw, letting saliva coat Frank’s cock until he hits the back of your throat. He’s about to pull away as you choke a bit harder than expected, but you don’t let him, taking him right back in, humming and moaning repeatedly as you move back and forth over his length. Your mind is in a haze of lust, your eyes closed and your whole body only feeling, taking pleasure in tearing sounds from Frank; cut-off groans and grunts that only make you work harder.

The hand in your hair tightens suddenly, Frank pulling you off him with a decisive growl.

“Fuck, you’re somethin’ else,” he says in a rumbling tone, as he pulls you up until you are standing again.

He doesn’t give you any room to reply as he kisses you deeply again, while walking you backwards until you encounter the foot end of the bed. Agile fingers unclasp your bra, the garment falling from your skin and leaving your breasts on display for Frank. He takes a step away from you and has you sitting on the bed before it is his turn to kneel between your parted legs. He leans into you as you cup his face and kiss him again, the position different now. Frank quickly makes his way down your neck with his mouth, while his hands slowly stroke down your back and over your sides, making you squirm a little. Frank chuckles and takes one nipple into his mouth, playfully pulling at it with his teeth. You whimper and clamp your legs together, only his body stopping you as you feel the heat getting stronger and stronger between your legs. Taking pity on your breasts, Frank moves lower again, leaving small licks and kisses over your skin to reach your underwear. His fingers hook into your panties, and you obligingly lift your hips to help him remove them. You are sitting, fully bared to him, while he still has his pants on. You fight the impulse to cover yourself, your legs still blocked by Frank’s presence between them. His hands are on your thighs now, his thumbs trailing slowly, teasingly over the inside of your thighs, the skin already feeling sensitive when he has barely touched you yet. His hands move to your hips and pull at you until you slide forward. Enough for him to— With a kiss to the inside of your thigh, Frank leans in, the bed at the perfect height that he does not have to really lower himself a lot to press his lips against your core. You watch him with wide eyes as he nuzzles against your mound, before the tip of his tongue strokes around your outer lips. Your mouth opens slightly as you observe him, let him tease you, only your trembling legs and your arms that hold you up behind you are proof of how much he affects you. You whimper as he gently suckles at your inner lips, avoiding your clit purposely. A moment later, his tongue passes through your folds and finally runs over your neglected clit. You jerk at the contact, your body so high-strung already that this simple tease is enough to get a strong reaction out of you. As if that had been what he had been hoping for, Frank folds his arms under your thighs and squeezes your hips. He keeps you in place as his ministrations gain intensity, his tongue pressing harder, his mouth sucking at your flesh. You curl over him, your hands in his hair as your hips undulate to get more. You can’t help yourself, your body moving on its own accord from Frank’s devoted mouth and the enthusiastic sounds coming from him.

“F-Frank? I – Ah – Please. I-”

“Mhm?” Frank does not stop what he is doing, that sound the only hint that he is listening to you.

“Iwannacomewithyouinsideme,” you get out in a rush, your voice catching on another moan as your body trembles from Frank’s tongue teasing its point around your clit.

Frank stops, and you look down at him, meeting his dark gaze. Your whole face burns at the sight of Frank’s mouth, nose, and chin covered in your juices. He swipes a palm over his lower face as he straightens on his knees before he stands, his dick bobbing proudly at the motion.

“Yeah?” He leans over you, getting you to instinctively lie down on the bed.

“Uh huh.”

Frank smiles faintly as he kisses you slowly, one hand holding him up at your side while the other returns between your legs. He presses two fingers inside you, making you moan into his mouth and squeeze his legs with yours that are still folded over the end of the bed. Frank gathers both of your knees over his arms, lifting your legs off the ground and pressing them up. Withdrawing to look at you, Frank puts one of his knees on the bed, while he keeps his balance with the other foot on the floor and guides himself inside you. Your eyes don’t waver from his, unable to tear your gaze away from his undivided attention as he fills you so completely. Your mouth falls open on a silent cry, that transforms into a low moan of deep pleasure as inch after inch strokes against your walls as his cock creates space for itself. You reflexively clench around him, making Frank buck his hips sharply forward and ripping an electrified gasp from you. Finding the right position, Frank starts moving, slowly at first, until you press your heels into the small of his back and he suddenly pistons forward, hard. Your head snaps back, and you cry out with each slap inside you. Your hands grip at his arms and shoulders as a wave of jumbled words comes out of the both of you; you beg for more, while Frank is telling you how good you feel.

Your orgasm runs through you slowly, growing in strength as it goes from your center until it goes through your whole body, your toes tingling and curling with the force of it. You can feel yourself clenching around him repeatedly, which makes Frank curse at the back of his throat, and his hips snap shortly. He watches raptly as you fall apart underneath him, waiting until you are reaching the end of your climax for him to fall into his own. His head bows forward and his knee buckles a little as pleasure takes over his body. You watch him through heavy lidded eyes, your breath coming in quick pants. You let your fingers slide over his back and shoulders and bite your lip on a soft smile when he frowns with his eyes still closed and lets out a long breath through his nose. He slowly opens his eyes and catches your gaze after you have slid your fingers into the hair at his nape. He leans in without a word, grazing his lips against yours before his tongue teases at your upper lip. Frank lets go of your legs for you to wrap them loosely around the back of his thighs as you nibble at his tongue. He huffs out a small laugh at your action and presses his lips fully against your smiling ones. There is no urgency anymore, the exchange slow and sensual. It’s as Frank shifts and almost pulls out of you that you remember that your ass is hanging halfway over the end of the bed. You start giggling at your realization, and Frank draws back with a curious smile on his lips.

“We didn't even fully make it on the bed.”

Frank blinks and lifts his eyes to the top of the bed. He hangs his head and chuckles warmly, then presses a few kisses into your jaw.

“Got caught up in the moment, I guess.”

You hum contentedly and turn your head to the side to give Frank better access to your neck. You stay that way a while longer, anyway; you never feel cold with the warmth coming from Frank.

Ultimately, you do have to move, remembering your flight the next morning.

“I’m going to take a quick shower.” You stand on wobbly legs and make your way to the bathroom. Frank only makes a sound indicating that he heard you. You stop at the door and bite your lip. “If you want to stay, you can take a shower too.”

You say it as nonchalantly as possible, since you don’t want to pressure him into anything. You know that this is a one-time thing, but why not spend a little more time together. If he wants to.

“Sure.” There is no hesitation, not even a second of consideration.

You smile and nod before vanishing in the bathroom.

Once the two of you are done with the bathroom, Frank joins you in bed in only his boxers, while you wear an oversized tee shirt and a pair of panties.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go to your room to get something?”

“Nah, I’m good like that.”

You had thought that it would feel awkward, but you settle comfortably next to each other, and you switch off the lights. Frank shifts next to you, and you feel him wrapping an arm around your waist as he moves to face your back.

“That okay?” He whispers into your ear.

Always so considerate.

“Yeah,” you breathe, resting an arm over his. “At least I know I won’t be cold tonight.” You grin.

Frank chuckles, moving the hair at your nape. With his heat at your back, you fall asleep in no time.

You wake some time later, feeling slightly disoriented. There is a warm presence against you, and that is when you remember Frank. You smile softly to yourself, realizing that you have moved in your sleep since, you are now curled into Frank’s side, the man himself lying on his back with an arm outstretched and under your head. The darkness all around you tells you that it is still very early. A quick glance at your smartwatch confirms your assumptions; a few minutes past 3. Glad that you have another three hours to sleep, you borrow further into Frank’s side. His body radiates warmth and from this close, you can smell the shower gel as well as the last traces of his aftershave. A shiver travels down your back at the scent, a heat that has nothing to do with Frank’s body slowly curls in your belly. Your eyes open, and you can faintly make out the contours of Frank’s profile. You bite your lower lip as you think. Your face is only a few inches away from Frank’s. Would he mind if you—? He wanted to stay the night, so you guess that— Feeling emboldened by the darkness, you decide to make the most out of the night with Frank. Tentatively, you lean in and slide your lips against the side of Frank’s neck, until you reach the underside of his ear. There is a faint grunt that comes from Frank, but he otherwise neither moves nor says anything. This time, you graze your teeth over Frank’s ear lobe, before you gently suck on it. A deep breath is the only response you get to this, and you wonder if he is awake yet. Pressing your whole front against Frank’s side, you tickle your fingers over his stomach and follow the line of the elastic of his boxers. Your mouth continues to give attention to his ear.

“You do realize that there will be consequences for what you’re doin’, right?” Frank suddenly rumbles, his voice rough from sleep and something more.

You startle a bit at the sound of his voice, but chuckle a second later.

“I sure hope so.” You nip at his ear lobe and slide a finger lower to find Frank already more than half hard.

Frank growls and rolls onto his side to face you, forcing you to pull away from his ear. The hand from the arm you are lying on moves to your hair to fist in it; not enough to hurt, but there. You can feel his breath over your face, he is so close, yet he does not kiss you or move any closer.

“Think you can take it? I don’t take kindly to being woken up and teased like that.” The tone is playful, you can tell that he is smirking, but what makes you say your next words is the hint of delicious danger in his voice.

“Try me.”

There is a dark chuckle right before Frank moves. Within a few, short seconds, you find yourself on your front, your face in the pillows and Frank straddling your legs. You barely have the time to gasp before Frank takes hold of your hips and pulls your ass up. Your panties get lowered to mid-thigh, keeping your legs together, while Frank pushes your tee shirt up and off. You raise onto your elbows and try to look behind you despite the almost full darkness, only the outlines of Frank’s body visible to you. Frank pulls you back towards his hips, the motion followed by the feeling of the blunt head of his cock parting your damp folds and pushing inside swiftly.

“Oh fuck,” you cry, as your closed legs create an even tighter passage for him.

Frank does not go easy on you, as warned, and fucks you quickly, his hips smacking loudly against your ass, his hands firm over your waist. Your elbows quiver, while moan after moan and small cries of pleasure are torn out of your mouth every time he dives back in. You love every second of it, and it comes as no surprise that you come explosively, his cock rubbing against your walls in the most perfect way, your closed legs making sure of that as well. Frank fucks you through your release, the thrusts slower, but he still goes as deep as possible until your upper body crumbles to the mattress as you come down again. You gasp after he suddenly pulls out, your walls now clenching around nothing, and see him moving to your side of the bed in the darkness.

“Wanna feel your mouth again.”

You are off the bed and with your knees on the floor in a matter of seconds after he has spoken. Your legs are still feeling like jello, meaning that this position is perfect for you, the eagerness to take him into your mouth again returning with full force.

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” Frank groans once you have sucked the head between your lips.

You whimper at the praise and pull off to lick your way around his whole length. You moan as you taste yourself, his whole cock slick with your essence, and press your thighs together at the phantom feeling of having him still deep inside you. Frank’s fingers move into your hair, while his hips start thrusting shallowly. You groan and stop moving, while you relax your jaw and make small, affirmative sounds. Frank understands your intentions just fine and starts thrusting in and out at a quicker pace. His hands hold your face in place, while you are holding yourself steady at his thighs.

“Fuck, Sweetheart, I'm—”

You keep him close, wordlessly telling him that you want all of it. Frank’s hands tighten in your hair as he starts coming with a cut-off expletive, coating your tongue with his bittersweet release.

You slump back against the bed, resting your back there for a moment as you catch your breath and swallow. Frank joins you and cups the sides of your face with his large palms. He does not say anything, yet the way he presses his lips against yours tells you that he more than enjoyed himself. As he helps you stand, you realize that your panties are still around your thighs. You huff out a small laugh and quickly pull them back in place, before going to blindly hunt for your tee shirt on the bed. You settle back on the bed like earlier, except that you are now facing him.

“Told you I can take it,” you say with a wide grin as Frank puts a hand on your thigh.

“You’re a goddamn menace once all the shyness has gone, you know that?” Frank snorts and squeezes your thigh.

Your grin turns soft as you take in his words and think back to how nervous you had been a few hours earlier. Frank’s tone clearly implies that he likes it, as surprised as he might be about it. You are just as surprised as him, if you have to be honest.

“Guess you make it easy.” You shrug with one shoulder.

Frank does not reply, but his hand moves from your thigh and comes to slide the fingers over the side of your face and gently to the back of your neck. He keeps his hand there for a moment, the gesture affectionate and making you smile.

“Get some rest, Sweetheart.” Frank leans in to press a soft kiss against your forehead.

You hum in agreement, your stomach tightening at the kiss, and close your eyes. Sleep takes a little longer before it gets you this time, but you fall into a dreamless sleep once it does claim you.

This time you wake because of the alarm on your phone going off. It lies on the bedside table where you had left it before heading into the bar. You quickly snatch it from the surface and stop the alarm. Frank groans next to you and turns to lie on his stomach. You stare at him for a few seconds before you force yourself to get up, not wanting to miss your flight. You freshen up in the bathroom and get ready in record time, glad that you had packed your suitcase before dinner, leaving you to only put back your pajamas and other necessities like a toothbrush and such. You look around the room to check if you have not forgotten anything. Your eyes return to the bed once you are sure that you have everything packed, and stare at Frank. He has not moved again after you had gotten up. You cannot help smiling to yourself at the thought that his tiredness might also be your fault and not only his job. You bite the inside of your cheek as you watch him. Should you wake him? For what? Yeah, you like him, but you know near to nothing about each other. What more is there to say?

You finally decide to write him a quick note, not wanting to leave just like that.

I had a wonderful night. Thank you.

You scribble it on a square of paper with the logo of the hotel on it and leave it on the pillow you slept on. You get your carry-on suitcase and silently open the door, throwing Frank one last look before walking away.

---

Back at work, you celebrate your success with your team. You open a bottle of overpriced champagne, but you had all worked your asses off, so this felt needed and deserved. Everyone has a lot of fun and that is what really matters.

Thoughts of Frank come unbidden every now and then, mostly after you have gone home. However, you also remember his expression as he had realized that he knows nothing about the field you work in as you pull up a draft of a company logo that you had been working on before going on your business trip. You laugh to yourself at the memory.

At times, you wonder if you should have asked for his number, only to shake your head at the thought; with his job, that is not the best idea, and he probably does not have the time for dates. A shame, in your opinion, but it isn’t like you can do anything about it anymore. Moving on is the best thing to do.

---

Close to a month after you had met Frank, you are having a lazy weekend at home. You are sitting on your couch, legs crossed under you, and your laptop on your thighs. Graphic design might be part of your job, but it has started as a hobby and that is still something that you love to do whenever you are off work. Particularly now, as you are working on a fun birthday card for a close friend. You are clicking away on the mouse and adjusting the size of the text over the top of the card, when there is a knock at your apartment door.

You turn your head and stare at the door with raised eyebrows, since you are not expecting anyone today. Putting the laptop beside you, you get up and head towards the entrance. You curiously look through the peephole and nearly do a double take after glimpsing who is on the other side of the door. You take a step back as you frown in confusion, before slowly opening.

Frank’s head lifts from where he had been staring down, his eyes immediately catching yours.

“Hey,” he says tentatively, looking sheepish.

“Hi.” You blink rapidly a few times, still slightly shocked. Your mouth opens and closes a few times as you try to form words, but you have no idea where to start. “How – I – Did—”

“Sorry for showin’ up like that, I – I wasn’t sure if I should call first or— Now I think I should've, and— Yeah.”

You stare at him for a beat, before glancing behind you.

“You want to come in?” You have a nosy neighbor, and you would prefer it if that conversation happens inside.

Frank nods before he walks into the apartment after you have moved inside to let him in. He closes the door while you lean against the back of your couch, your hands holding you up on the headrest. You observe Frank, who glances around your place before he returns his eyes to you.

“Nice place.”

“Thanks.” A beat of silence. “Did you look me up?” You question, completely baffled, but you cannot help smiling in amused astonishment and at Frank’s apparent uneasiness.

Frank grimaces and scratches at the back of his neck as he nods sheepishly.

“Shit, yeah, I know how it looks— I promise I don’t usually do shit like that. I just— You were gone when I woke up and— I dunno, I guess— I wanted to see you again and-”

“Frank, it’s fine. Well— I can’t say I’m not surprised, but— I guess it’s part of your job to do stuff like that?”

Frank visibly relaxes as he realizes that you are not mad at him. “Yeah,” he sighs. “At first I was just curious, y’know. Didn’t plan on just bargin’ in like that. Then I realized that we’re both from New York.”

Your eyebrows go up in surprise, and Frank nods in confirmation at your expression.

“Hell’s Kitchen.”

“Guess it really is a small world, huh?”

Your neighborhood is only one down from Hell’s Kitchen.

Frank nods before he looks down and frowns.

“Listen, I know this is weird, and the night we spent together was meant to be just that, one night, so I can just leave and—” Frank trails off with a self-conscious shrug.

You stare at him for a bit. You definitely do not want him to leave. As surprised and confused as you are that he wanted to see you again, you cannot lie about not having thought about him either.

“Are you here for business or for pleasure?” You ask as you throw Frank a small, tender smile, echoing your first words to him.

Frank’s head snaps up at your words, a pleased smile slowly forming on his face. He tentatively comes closer, as if checking if this is alright with you. You stay where you are and wait for him to reach you. He cups your face and strokes his thumbs over your cheekbones.

“More than just pleasure,” he promises before he kisses you.

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