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russosafehaven · 1 year

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We’ll Be Here to The End

Gif is not mine, found on Pinterest

Content: Character Death, Suicide, Murder, Overall Dark Content, OD, There is a sui letter at the end that is based off of one of my own so be wary of that, reader has an established last name

Pairing: Billy Russo x Ghost!Reader

Just a little drabble about Billy’s death!

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel

“Please man.. you gotta believe me I didn’t do it. Curtis please.. help me”

He was lost. You’d always watched Billy after your death, sometimes gaining enough energy to be more than a apparition. Over a decade ago you had overdosed on your anti-depressants. It had all gotten bad again when Billy had left for training. You’d been struggling with a cutting addiction since you were 11 years old, home life got rough and you didn’t know how else to cope. When you turned 14 you’d met Billy at school. He was a transfer, having been expelled from his last school for disruptive behaviour. You were assigned to keep him in line, no matter what he said or did to you.

“Curtis please… I need you to believe me”

You watched with intent as he bled out. Hand clutching his stomach as the blood seeped through. The hang up tone from his phone rang throughout the room. Part of you wished you hadn’t ended it.

“Are you there…? Please… it hurts… fix it please.. Frankie won’t.. neither will Curtis you’re all I have…”

His cries for mercy were pitiful and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was your fault he was like this. If you hadn’t killed yourself would he have worked for Rawlins? No, of course he wouldn’t. The shit Rawlins did was illegal, you turned him into the monster he became.

“Billy…”

You called out, your body lighting up at the glow of the sun. His dark eyes looked at you, framed with soft pink lines. A sign of who he’d become. You had watched the fight, desperate to stop Frank from hurting your Billy in the way he did. Yet you couldn’t do anything but spectate. You hadn’t known Frank before your death, Billy having met him in the Marines. In a way he replaced you, yet Frank could never live up to you. It was a fact you knew well, Billy may have loved the Castles but he worshipped you.

The door opened and there stood Frank. Yet it wasn’t the man you once saw, this Frank was cold and unforgiving. Not the father full of a morbid light that he once was. This was all Punisher, the terroriser of New York City. Pity filled you as you watched the two men. That was until Frank’s eyes landed on you. The outlines of a friend Billy once spoke of. Maria used to called you Billy’s guardian angel. That once you had passed on, you dedicated your afterlife to protecting him. To an extent she was right, but you were no angel. Far from it, the world stripped you of your delicacy. Arthur stripped you of your innocence.

“You. You’re the one Billy always spoke about huh?”

Frank’s voice was deep and husky. Rough and coated with venom. Venom that Billy had produced when he didn’t protect the Castles.

“I am, I’m here to take Billy home”

Billy looked at you. You knelt down in front of him, a transparent hand coming to his face. Pretending to wipe the tears away. Frank walked up behind you, pointing a gun at his former best friend.

“Good, you can keep the son of a bitch”

With that a bullet shot rang out. Piercing Billy’s skull. You watched silently, a grotesque smile crossing your face. Billy will be home soon.

“You’re a sad man Francis Castiglione”

You turned around to face Frank. Studying the man with sad eyes. He had no remorse for his actions, he had no intent to live and yet he did. He was stronger than you could have ever been.

“How… How do you know that? I ain’t been Francis Castiglione for years”

A small giggle escaped your lips. Truth was you had been there at the carousel shooting. Pulling the Castles souls from their bodies, welcoming them to their afterlife. Maria had grown close to you and the two younger ghosts had taken to you as a parental figure.

“Maria told me, you know I was there that day. I watched Billy’s face full with regret when the bullets pierced Juniors flesh. I watched as Maria screamed and covered her daughters body. I watched as you survived and they all fell to the floor, limp and lifeless. I watched as Billy walked away, tears soaking his face. He cried for months you know? Put a real dent in Anvil. He put himself back together, he’s lost so much. He’s home now though. With me, it was always me Francis. He betrayed your family in hopes you would kill him, this was always his endgame. That day on the carousel I was hoping you’d kill him, give him to me but you were too weak. Instead he just lost his memory, I had to try so hard to get him to trust me. I told him the truth, it’s how he figured it out. Billy wanted you to kill him but he didn’t want the Castle family to die. Maria knows it, Lisa and Junior they both know it. You’re the only one left Francis”

Dark eyes were trained on you. As he came at you, he must have forgotten you were an apparition. His large body landed into the wall, cracking it.

“YOU DON’T TALK ‘BOUT MY FAMILY OKAY?!”

Blood started to seep through his clothes. Hands wrapped around you, Billy’s hand. You could be together again.

“Look in his pockets Francis, you might find something interesting”

As Billy guided you out of the building you both floated peacefully. You were together again, that’s all that mattered.

He stood alone for a few minutes before Frank did as you said. Rummaging through his best friends pockets. All he found was a piece of paper and a small bunny toy. Pink and covered in dirt. Unfolding the paper, Curtis appeared over his shoulder. Frank turned around, acknowledging his friends presence. In silence they read the letter.

Dear Billy,

This will be my last letter to you and for that I am sorry. I know this is a pretty shitty goodbye but by the time you read this I’ll be dead. I love you with all that I am but I cannot keep doing this. You’re gone and you were all I had. My parents are getting worse. I went to my fathers for Christmas, my brother came with me but it was horrible. He touched me, my father he touched me again Billy. They did nothing to stop it. I’ve relapsed, really fucking badly and I wish I didn’t. You’re my world, so with this letter Im leaving you Cottontail. You remember the small bunny I always carry around? I want you to have them. They’ll protect you when you go on tour. So while I know that you will hate me for this, hate me for all I’ve done to you I am sorry. Know that I’ll always watch over you from above. Whenever you need me I will be there, even if you cannot see. William Russo you have protected me ever since we met, I wish that you hadn’t been pained the way you had. Maybe in another life we’ll be together again. I hope you visit my grave, and if you don’t know that I’ll wait for you anyways. I wanted to make it to 18, so I could try and enlist with you and we could be together. I just couldn’t, this is all far too much Billy. I wanted to confess to you, tell you how I’ve been madly in love with you since we were dumb fifteen year olds making out in the the library because you wanted to see what kissing was like. So William Russo, when you pass on whenever that may be. I hope you find me in the after life.

Your bunny, Y/N Walsh

P.S I know one day you wanted to open your own company. Well after you leave the Marines what about security? You’d be perfect for it after your service. I’ve always liked the name Anvil for a company. Stay safe my love, find friends. I may have been a failure but others won’t be. You’ll find you family Billy.

Frank and Curtis looked at one another, all of a sudden it fell into place. Anvil, his outbursts, why he spent drunken nights crying by a grave. They lost their brother because he lost his world.

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angrytreemarten · 7 months

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Welcome Home AU ideas

(I only have one so far)

The Greatest Showman AU

❗️Spoilers up ahead!❗️

Basic idea:

Eddie started out as a poor kid who sometimes worked for Frank’s family with his father and fell in love with Frank after seeing him during hIs lessons in etiquette. He fell in love with his curiosity and grumpy yet caring attitude. Frank fell for him because he could make him laugh and taught him things she never knew about. He managed to get the Frankly-Hallot’s blessing to marry Frank. In order to raise money to support his nobel born-and-raised husband and now two adopted daughters, he tries to create a museum of sorts but it ultimately flops. One of his daughters points out that nobody wants to look at a bunch of old paintings and dirty bones and so Eddie sets out to find the most bizarre persons he can to add to his new show. Along the way he meets Wally Carlyle-Darling, a young man who is very successful but also very sheltered and cautious. After Wally eventually becomes business partners with Eddie, he meets a set of siblings that are a part of Eddie’s circus. He falls in love with Y/N Wheeler at first sight but Y/N has her doubts. After all, he is a puppet and she is a human. But that cannot stop love.

Hopes for the characters:

I’m hoping for Barnaby to be Lord of Leeds.

And Julie is the Lettie Lutz (Bearded lady) I don’t care what yall say. She’d nail it. Julie is bearded lady and Sally is Charles Stratton (Short man/Tom thumb), because romantic besties and because yes. I don’t make the rules.

Howdy is W.D. Wheeler (One of the acrobat siblings. W.D. Is Anne’s, or in this case, Y/N’s brother) (Y/N was adopted like most humans were.)

Poppy is Queen Victoria. I just feel like this role would fit her so well.

I don’t care who Jenny Lind is played by. Just preferably not by someone likable. 😒 I have a bias against her. No offense to any Jenny lovers out there. It’s just my opinion.

Details I’m hoping for:

Subtlety hinted throughout the whole thing that Julie and Sally are somewhat romantically interested in each other.

Eddie and Frank’s kids are just alternate AUs of themselves but nobody notices until the end in which some random background character takes one look at Frank and Eddie and one look at the kids and is like “Since when were there two of each of you guys?”, but ironically because there literally *are* two versions of them.

In the big group hug at the bar after Eddie gets it through his thick skull that his friends aren’t just staying for the money but because they finally have a place they fit in, he gets comically squished and makes a squeaky toy noise.

Both Wally’s parents have the exact same hair as him. 😂

Howdy is an overprotective brother and doesn’t approve of Y/N and Wally but is a good big brother and lets them happen because he knows Wally wouldn’t hurt Y/N for anything.

Let me know if you have an idea for more!

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final-girl96 · 1 year

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Firefly Discription

The Last of Us

Joel Miller x Reader

Age-Gap 17 years

Yn is 19 in 2003 & 39 in 2023

Joel is 36 in 2003 & 56 in 2023

Warnings/Triggers

Violence

Strong Language

Adult Themes

Anxiety

PTSD

Mention of Death

Age Gap (17 years)

Description:

Yn used to watch Sarah before the outbreak. She was with them when everything happened. Through the years she pulls away from Joel and Tommy and joins the fireflies. Then she goes off with Tess and Joel outside the walls to get Ellie to the state house. Marlene told her to make sure Ellie is safe and unharmed. Yn has always had a crush on Joel even back then when she babysat for him.

They started to have something between them when they got to Boston's QZ. Joel couldn't deny that she was beautiful. And she filled part of that gaping hole in his chest where his heart was supposed to be. He did everything to protect her on their journey and even after. But he became so overprotective to the point that yn couldn't stand it.

He was treating her like a child and although she understood why he did it she just could deal with it and on top of that–there Tess. She was closer to his age and once he started to let her in and trust her they became close and yn became jealous. They started to fight and eventually yn walked away. She joins the fireflies and hasn't seen or talked to Joel in almost ten years.

That is until she's forced to go on the mission of getting Ellie to the State House. Then she has no other choice but to be around him and speak to him. Joel isn't too thrilled about it either but he can't deny that she still fills that small hole where his heart is supposed to be.

Yn nickname has always been firefly. It was given to her by her grandmother when she was little. She used to tell her that she used to be obsessed with fireflies. Always getting excited in the summer when it would get. She'd go outside and run around the backyard. Then when her grandfather passed away from a heart attack she became the blinking light in the dark for her Nonna. She could never be sad when yn were around. She was her happiness just like the fireflies were her happiness.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #pedro pascal #ellie the last of us #the last of us hbo #the last of us #the last of us x reader #the last of us x you #joel miller fanfic #the last of us x yn #ellie x reader #tess servopoulos #bill x frank

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your-averagewriter · 2 years

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I THINK THIS IS WHERE I REQUEST SO IVE JUST HAD AN AMAZING IDEA. So, Gerard x reader. This could go two ways. Way number 1- reader and Gerard hate each other, or way number 2- reader and Gerard are dating. So the reader is messing around with Gerard or he’s annoyed at the reader and he gets really close to the reader and the reader just moans. Like on accident they moan at him. And they’re both in shock and reader locks themselves in their room and one of the other band members comes in somehow and are like ‘it’s okay, also Gerard wants to see you’ for way number 1- Reader comes to see gerard and makes out with reader or for way 2- gerard is like ‘it’s okay, don’t be embarrassed’ and they’re just in love cutely. I hope this wasn’t confusing (but i know it was).

Summary: Gerard hates (y/n) who is Ray Toro’s sibling, after a while, they get annoyed with the constant insults and the rest so they decide to hate him back. They annoy Gerard afterwards for months, back and forth bickering until Gerard accidentally makes them moan leading to confessions from the both of them.

Enemies to lovers, Gerard Way x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: making out, smoking (cigarettes), swearing, alcohol, no smut but kinda heated

Word count: 1.9K

Long car rides are boring but not today, today I’m sat next to Gerard. One of my favourite things is to annoy him and get him riled up, it’s quite entertaining to watch. He hates me, I don’t know why because I never did anything to make him hate me.

When they were looking for a drummer I turned up for the audition and joined the band a week later. We started rehearsals and I was nervous as shit, what if they only let me join because Ray’s my brother? I did everything I could to make the others like me, I was polite, early and did my best in rehearsals but for some reason the frontman just didn’t like me. Everytime I tried to talk to him or be his friend he’d brush me off or be rude and after a while it started to affect me because even though I didn’t want to admit it, I had developed a crush on him.

I asked the rest of the guys if they knew why he didn’t like me but none of them came up with any good ideas, a few joking ‘what if he has a crush on you’s came up from Frank. I felt my heart flutter at the thought but I tried not to get my hopes up.

So once I’d been in the band for a while and had attempted multiple times to be Gerard’s friend I decided that I wouldn’t let him keep making me feel like shit. Instead of trying to be his friend I started answering back and matching his energy. If he doesn’t want to be my friend then I don’t want to be his. It also might have been me overcompensating for liking him but we don’t talk about that part.

So on this car ride, we’re using a five seater car but there’s five of us so we’re all cramped together except from the guys in the front, Mikey’s driving and Frank’s next to him sorting out the GPS and maps. Obviously I was put next to Ray (in the middle) because we’re siblings and best friends and that leaves Gerard who was put on the other side of me.

The whole car ride was full of us bickering and arguing, I would prod his shoulder and do stupid things like that which annoy him. Everytime I saw him nodding off I would ask him if he was asleep therefore waking him up and annoying him.

“Hey, hey Gerard.” I whisper to him but he doesn’t reply. “Hey, I know you’re awake.” I say starting to prod his shoulder.

“(y/n) leave me alone.” He says surprisingly calm. “You’ve been bothering me the entire time.”

“Yeah, well it’s not my fault you smoke in the car and are a bitch about everything.” I say talking about when I took his cigarette and threw it out the window because it smelled bad.

“I’m not a bitch.”

“Oh, you so are.” I counter him, smirking. “You’re such a bitch that you can’t even admit it.” I say laughing.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” He asks rolling his eyes

“Only for you, baby.” I say blowing him a mocking kiss.

Silence fills the car and I turn around to see everyone but Mikey (who’s driving) looking at us.

“What?” I ask with a chuckle then turn to look at Gerard. His arms are crossed and he’s starring out the window in silence.

“First time I’ve seen him silent in a while.” Frank jokes from the front.

“Shut up, Frankie.” Gerard says sounding very pissed off.

“Okay, everyone, there’s not long left, just leave each other alone.” Ray says trying to calm everyone down.

I turn around to Ray and we just talk quietly for the rest of the ride. He wasn’t wrong and there was only thirty minutes till the next tour stop.

This show is one of the biggest shows on the tour so the place we’re staying is slightly bigger and nicer. We grab our night bags, basically the bags with our pajamas. The rest of the bags will be unpacked tomorrow when either we can be bothered to do it or someone will bring them in.

I grab mine and yawn as I walk towards the hotel we’re staying in.

Someone signs us in and we make our way up the stairs to our rooms. We each have our own room and beds but there’s a communal room attached to a kitchen.

Once everyone’s thrown their bags in their rooms they all regrouped in the lounge area. I walk in afterwards walking into the kitchen and I check the fridge for some beer. Grabbing one I walk over to where everyone’s sat and slouch on the sofa.

“Why do they keep giving us kitchens, we never use them.” I say opening the can.

“Why don’t you invest in a cook book and cook us all some food then.” Frank says jokingly.

“Nah, not worth it.” I say resting my arm on the arm rest.

Gerard finally walks in and has to sit next to me because there are no other spaces. He pulls out a cigarette pack and lighter and starts clicking the lighter.

“Smoke outside!” I say not wanting to inhale the smoke.

“Fine! Calm down.” He says jabbing me with his elbow and I…moan.

My eyes go wide and my hand flies to my mouth. Frank looks shocked but amused. Ray’s head is in his hand and Mikey’s already laughing. Gerard, I don’t even want to look at him.

I stand up quickly and hurry out the room heading towards my room. I lock my door behind me and stand not moving a muscle still in shock.

“What the fuck is wrong with me? Oh my god!” I mutter to myself quietly now pacing around the room, head in hands.

I drag my hand through my hair, cringing at the memory of a few minutes ago. I feel my cheeks warming as I wonder what’s going to happen next.

Is Gerard going to mock me? I know Frank and Mikey will. Is he gonna ignore me? Am I gonna get kicked out the band? I think that might be a bit too far but who knows.

A knock on the door disrupts my racing thoughts.

“Go away.” I say not knowing who it is.

“(y/n), it’s me, Ray, can you let me in?” He says and I groan before standing up and unlocking the door.

I sit on the bed and cover my face with my hands.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He says sitting down next to me and placing his hand on my shoulders.

“No, it’s not! It’s so embarrassing!” I whisper shout still covering my face.

“It happens to the best of us.” Ray tries to reassure me.

“No, no it doesn’t, has that ever happened to you before?” He stays quiet. “Or anyone you know?” He stays silent. “See, it’s weird and embarrassing!”

“It’s not. Frank and Mikey aren’t even talking about it, they’ve moved on. And Gerard, he wants to see you.”

“Tell him I don’t want to.” I say finally looking at Ray.

“Just talk to him, it’ll be fine, and if it’s not we can kick Gerard out the band.” He says jokingly.

“Ugh, fine. Where is he? I’m not meeting him in the communal room.” I say scoffing at the thought of talking to him in front of the others.

“He was in his room last time I saw him.”

“Okay, I’ll go when you leave, I need to mentally prepare myself for rejection and humiliation.” I say with a sarcastic smile and thumbs up.

He shakes his head before leaving, closing the door. I lay back on the bed and take a few deep breaths before leaving my room. The walk to his room feels like the walk to a slaughterhouse. Finally, I end up outside his door, I knock.

“It’s unlocked.” I hear him say from within so I push open the door and walk in finally looking him in the face. I shut the door behind me and wait for him to speak but he doesn’t.

“Can we just get on with the rejection and humiliation please? I have things to do.” I ask him as he stands a few steps away from me.

He leans forward quickly, pouncing on my lips. He kisses me harshly and I stand in shock before pushing him off.

“Nope, you can’t do that!” I say annoyed. “You can’t hate me and ignore me then kiss me!” He steps back away from me.

“I don’t hate you.” He says quietly.

“Yes, you do, when I joined the band I tried to talk to you and befriend you many, many times and you either ignored me or were straight up insulting! You’re just rude to me and you brush me off all the time!”

“You’re the same to me.”

“Yeah, because I decided to not let you make me feel shitty anymore and match your energy. You’re shitty to me so I am back to you.” I say like it’s obvious, sadness and anger dripping from my voice.

“I’m sorry.” He says with a sigh. “I-I just, I knew that if I was friends with you I wouldn’t be able to stay away. I knew that I would catch feelings for you.” He pauses. “But I guess it wouldn’t have mattered because I did anyway.” He explains. “I thought you hated me aswell.”

Silence fills the room at the unexpected confession I was definitely not ready for.

“I could never.” A small smile plays on my lips.

I grab his collar pulling him towards me. He stumbles but doesn’t fall as our lips crash together. I feel my back pressed up against the wall as his arms pin me to it, my stomach is tied in knots as I thread my hands in his hair. The bleached strands frame his face and I tug on them experimentally and Gerard moans into my mouth. Separting, I pull apart from him and smirk.

“Pay back for earlier.” I say and observe him. His cheeks are flushed red, his mouth open slightly releasing quick breaths, his eyes dreamy and loving. But he turns it on me quickly.

“I can’t believe you moaned because I elbowed you-” He says mockingly.

I interrupt him, pulling him back in and kissing him. He pulls me forward slightly, pressing our bodies against each other, warmth spreading between us. Shivers run up my spine as my head is pushed against the wall. His confidence overwhelms mine as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around mine, my eyes flutter close and I feel my stomach jump. He tastes of coffee and cigarette smoke. I hate cigarettes but he pulls it off so well, the remnants of smoke play on my taste buds as the kiss deepens.

He moves to stand inbetween my legs, pushing them apart, I moan at the sudden movement in between my thighs. Excitement overwhelms me and I feel my legs become weak.

“Hey guys, I came to check on how things are going.” Ray says pushing the door open. We jump apart as soon as we hear him but it’s too late anyway. He covers his eyes quickly and backs out the door. “Sorry, should’ve knocked, umm, well done though.” He says the last part in a weaker voice. He must’ve realised I liked him at some point.

I stand next to the wall still looking at Gerard. “Do you think we broke him?” Gerard asks and I just shrug before pulling him back in by his shirt.

AN: Thanks for the request, I hope you liked this @heaveaux!

Feel free to send in any requests you have, I'll make a post with all the people/shows/bands I'll write for.

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buckyswifesblog · 1 year

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Frank adler and his girlfriend takes mary to an animal shelter to adopt a pet while they are there, the two found a dog (same breed as dodger) who is super excited to meet them

Buddy

Pairing : Frank alder x reader

Summary : frank and yn adopted a dog for marry

Warning : none

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Frank and yn been thinking in getting a pet for Mary she always wanted a puppy, since yn and frank didn’t had kids ( not know ) yn saw his niece like a daughter, Mary getting all good grades at school and more they decided to take her to adopt a puppy or a cat which ever Mary liked.

Mary didn’t knew where they we headed they never told her or anything , Mary keep asking them and asking where but they didn’t respond they just told her is a surprise be patient. At the arrive Mary got all excited seeing where she was they we’re looking for a prefect pet until yn saw a boxer mix he was all cute, sweat that yn fall in love with him yn called over frank for him to see him also and he said “ yes this is the one for her “ frank called over Mary for her to see him and she loved him so much that she wanted to keep of course Frank said yes since it will help her and be protected by him when Frank was at work

Mary had decided to called him Buddy. Buddy was a 2 year old boy

Next day

Mary was so happy with the new dog she has bought him a lot of stuff even clothes , buddy will follow Mary everywhere she goes no matter where

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans x original female character #fanfic #ynn #chris evans imagine #frank adler #frank adler x y/n #mary adler #yn #stories #gifted

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v1olentdelights · 2 years

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Only a Second

Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: You have the ability to heal wounds when you focus your energy on a person, but not to bring back a life.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood, cursing, a couple mentions of possible sexy time, a graphic threat.

a/n: hi y'all, it's been a minute... this one has been in the works for a while. Really quick, if you want to be apart of a taglist, send me an ask. I will happily add you to it!

If you could just touch him, only for a second. A second was all you needed and then you would let them tear you apart. But some masked men were holding you back as you struggled. Some other man had been holding your face forcing you to watch, not that you wouldn't as Frank was being pinned to the floor and beat. At this point you weren't sure who had more blood on them, the man in the mask or Frank.

"FRANK!" You screeched as you struggled against the men. "LET HIM GO! PLEASE JUST LET HIM GO!!" It was as if you weren't even there. Frank let out a deep stifled groan as he tried to face his head to you. But he was quickly put back in his place. "FRANK. BABY DON'T MOVE! IT'LL BE OKAY! I'LL GET TO YOU!" Your throat was on fire, your heart burning more. You only needed a second to save him.

How you got in this situation was far beyond your understanding. Sure you and Frank were having a date night so you both relaxed. But the man was ex-military and was practically a superhero. There was no way they could have caught him off guard without having some kind of prior engagement with the both of you. And here you were, the one with actual superpowers yet you sat there useless.

The problem was that you actually needed to be touching the person to heal them. They would kill you almost instantly that was sure, but if you could free Frank, nothing else mattered.

~~~~1 hour earlier~~~~

“And so then this man, who I know for a fact has heightened senses, smacks the shit out of my leg.” Frank chokes on his laugh, he pretends to hate Murdock. But you knew there was a soft spot — no matter how small it may be — in his heart for the lawyer. “I’m talking full on baseball player smack. Can you believe the little devil?”

“He is DareDevil is he not?” He gives you that unbelievably hot look before scoffing and shaking his head. As he goes to take a deep sip of his drink you rub your foot up his leg as slowly and seductively as you can, seeing how far you can push him. Tonight Matt had offered to do patrol alone so that Frank could take you out and spend the evening with you for your 2 year anniversary. You intended to put every minute of your time together to use.

Though you hadn’t meant for him to down the whole cup before aggressively waving down a waiter. “Frankie, what are you doing? I wanted a piece of cake…” Those damned doe eyes.

“You know what you are doing, and you’re crazier than red if you think I am gonna let it slide.” the look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. The second the bill was paid he had his hand wrapped around your waist hauling you along. Pressing a kiss to your nose he opened the door for you following behind.

Maybe it was because of how distracted you were, maybe it was because of the buzz of alcohol mixed with the burning love you had for the man behind you; or maybe it was the drug that was unknowingly mixed into your drink. You hadn’t been caught off guard by the hand that grabbed your wrist, thinking it was only Frank. It was only when something was smothering your face that you felt the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Frantically you tugged at the arms that had now found themselves wrapped around you. You tried to yell for Frank, but the darkness consumed you before you could hear a response.

You had been out for at least 30 minutes, by the time you had enough strength to open your eyes Frank had been beaten so badly that you couldn’t tell where his blood started and the other man’s began. What in the hell were they doing? Why were they doing this?

The iron smell had overtaken the cement room, you were sure you would be sick if you inhaled much more. You felt sick from not only the smell, but the sight as well. Your lover hung not 10 feet away getting pummeled and you could do nothing to prevent it; you wanted to look away, but you simply couldn’t.

“Baby girl,” His voice was hoarse and you could see some blood come sputtering out of his mouth. “Don- don’t look, please.” Frank's words were slurred and his face held no expression. His arms were bound to be out of his sockets by now with the way he was hanging, his feet were barely grazing the floor.

“Frank, just hold on please. I promise we’ll get through this, and then we can lay down and rest for a while. Just hold on!” Though your pleading seemed futile as you received a harsh slap across the face. This elicited an angry groan from Frank and a sharp yelp from yourself.

Something in you screamed, shrieked, thrashed about. None of the men were wearing masks, this meant you weren’t going to make it out of this alive. You tried to pry your hands out of the cuffs, of course your powers were only good for one thing. Light pulling became aggressive yanking, soon enough you heard a crack before one of your hands was free. Though when you pulled it in front of your face you immediately felt the pain at the sight of your deformed hand. Shit. Nothing felt right, things felt too easy, you shouldn’t have been able to get your hand out of the cuff. Then you were screaming, you were screaming for your lover, for yourself, for anyone. With how long you were out you couldn’t have been far, you were screaming for Murdock. You felt a prick in your neck and things got fuzzy before everything went black.

Everything was hazy, but you could tell you weren’t in the same place. You were on a bed, a rather comfy one. Instead of filling your mind with relief all you felt was dread. Where was Frank? What were they going to do to you? Why had they moved you when they could’ve done this in front of Frank to tourture him. Endless questions and worries filled your head.

“Y/N, are you alright?” The voice didn’t hold any anger or disgust but instead it was full of worry.

“Where is Frank?! I swear to God if you hurt him anymore I will slit your throat!” Almost flying off the bed when you sat up pushed your head into a panic, you expected to be chained down. “What the hell?” The room was dark, you could only see the person's figure.

“It’s okay, he’s alright. I promise you, he was just resting on the couch. Someone had to patch him up.” A huff escaped his lips and a sob slipped past yours. He had heard you, Matt Murdock had actually heard you. Slipping out from underneath the silk comforter you wobbled your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you Matt, I can’t thank you enough. I thought I was going to watch him die, or worse. I was so close to him, if they had just made a mistake.” Your mind was buzzing around louder than a colony of bees. He rubbed your back lightly in an attempt to slow your heart and calm you down. After a few moments he led you out to the living room where Frank had been laying back holding an ice pack to his face.

“Frankie,” Your breath was swept away again, it was as if someone had stolen one of your lungs yet again. “Let me help you honey.” He turned to face you, oh goodness his poor face. You’d love him no matter how he looked, but he almost didn’t look like you Frank. Slowly you raised your hand to hold his face, grabbing the ice pack from him you lightly pressed your forehead against his. His injuries started to heal ever so slowly.

“This is why we don’t do date nights out.” His voice was almost gone. But he was still trying to keep your mind off everything that happened. Matt had chuckled from the kitchen at that.

“Don’t- don’t ever do that again.” You didn’t know you were crying until you heard it in your voice.

“I didn’t do anything sweetie.”

“Shut your stupid face, you know what I mean. I- I can’t lose you Frank, you were right there. I could’ve saved you if you were just a little bit closer.” He wrapped his arms around you tighter.

“Don’t take this on your own. You couldn’t have done anything and that’s okay. It’s okay Y/N, we are here now and we are safe.” He said softly. By now most of the small injuries were gone. He took your hands from his face kissing your knuckles.

“We are okay, we are safe.” You repeat softly. “Guess we can’t have the special evening like we planned.” You joked.

“Who ever said that? I can think of a couple ways for it to still work out.” He cracked a smile. You heard shuffling and a cough from the kitchen.

“Get out of my home! I can smell it on the both of you.” Matt shouted. “I’m glad you both are safe. But get out!”

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WORLD CLASS SINNER - FRANK CASTLE

eight - beautiful liar

tags: n/a // seven // nine // masterlist

Pairing: billy x reader, frank x reader

Word Count: 6,938

Summary: A breaking point, new alliances, and seeds of mutual trust show Y/N who is and who isn’t on her side.

You and Billy took Morty away after that. It was a quiet car ride for the most part. Morty hardly said anything and Billy kept his focus on the road. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on your leg and absently tapping to the music on the radio.

You were busy with the swirls dancing between your fingers. The familiar hazy red heat of anger, the chilling wispy blues of sadness, the shaky yellow mist of fear. They weaved between your digits and swirled at your palm, blending out across your skin before reforming into separate entities. They moved like snakes over your knuckles and traced the lines of your palm.

There was something oddly comforting in watching your power in your hand. It was a reminder that you weren’t numb to the world like you so often wanted or claimed. You were human, with human feelings. And you were allowed to have those, to acknowledge them and live with them.

Matt was the one who insisted.

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You were in the library, the folder with the case study open at one end of the small table and your notebook on the other end with a collection of highlighters and colored pens filling the gaps. You were working on an assignment that wasn’t due for at least two more weeks, but you needed something to keep your hands and mind busy. As you were walking to the student center earlier that day, you saw two girls - girls you didn’t even know - who looked just like Nat and Yelena.

Your heart sank and a hefty lump settled in your throat. Ever since then, you’d been jittery. Shaky hands, panicked glances in every corner. There was no way they were there. But your mind kept coming back to the ‘what if’ of it all.

“Foggy said you’d be here.” Matt said, tapping his cane against your foot. His sudden appearance made you jump and knock your notebook over. “Sorry.” He smiled nervously.

“It’s not you.” You sighed and collected your notebook. You condensed your materials and took his hand to guide him to the open chair on the other side. “Just a weird day, I guess… Sometimes I wanna shut it all down and just exist in a bubble for a while.”

“What do you mean?” His brows furrowed with worry behind his glasses.

“I don’t know… I thought a new setting would help but I still feel out of place. It’d be easier if I could just feel nothing.”

And you could. You could block it all out. You didn’t know why you hadn’t done that yet, but the way Matt silently focused in your direction reminded you why. He understood the best in you, despite still being early in your friendship. He seemed to know the truth in you despite the lies you were cloaked in.

“It’s not a bad thing to feel that you’re not happy.” He said after some quiet contemplation. “No one’s happy all the time.”

“Honestly, Matt, I don’t remember the last time I was happy.”

“That’s okay, too… Y/N, feeling those things doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you or you’re never gonna be happy. If you keep people that make you feel better around, pretty soon you won’t remember what this felt like.”

“So I should let myself be sad?”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “Otherwise you’ll never know how to get through it.”

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You were pulled from your memory when you felt the car stop. You closed your fist quickly and the colors poofed away. Though you knew no one else could see the hazes you did, it still felt that you needed to hide them. Climbing out the car, you saw Billy had driven you all to a nondescript hotel building. You couldn’t even tell if it was in New York or a neighboring city.

“And what’s the deal with you two, huh?” Morty commented as Billy led him through the building, you at his side. You hadn’t even registered Billy had a loose hold on your hand at first. “You order her off a KGB website or what?”

“Он понимает, что я могу убить его сейчас, и никого в этом месте это не волнует, верно? Это сделало бы вам с Фрэнком одолжение.” You said simply, turning to give Morty a sarcastic expression while Billy chuckled. (He does realize I can kill him and no one in this place would care, right? It’d be doing you and Frank a favor.)

“Funny.” He sneered back.

“We used to work together at Anvil.” You said plainly. “I left for a better opportunity.”

“And William let you in on this?” His brows raised as Billy opened the door. “Sleep your way to the top, right?”

You made a move towards him but Billy stepped in front and put an arm around your waist. You glared up at him for a second until you felt it, that confirmation that he had something going. It was smooth confidence, a sense of being in control. You nodded slightly and let out a deep breath to show that you were fine so he backed away, guiding you into the room.

Morty commented on the wallpaper while Billy sat in the chair near the small dining table. He motioned you over and you went, finding yourself trusting whatever plan he had. Likely because you had no real options, unless you were to try to kill them both.

But you’d lose more than you’d gain.

You put your hand on his shoulder again, resting a knee over his leg and leaning into him slightly while his arm hung lazily at your hips.

Though as you were there, you felt something else, something far away. Hope was the best way to describe it.

It was familiar but not too much so. You knew the person, but they were relatively new to your life. But with it came closure, peace almost. And that source you’d know anywhere.

Frank. Which meant the other was Lieberman. Meaning they had something good, something that could end it all. Something you were missing because you were at Billy’s side.

“You never liked me much, did you, Morty?” He said with a certain amusement in his voice.

“Nope.” Morty answered simply. “You special forces types always pissed me off.”

“Probably why he doesn’t like me either.” You joked lowly and Billy chuckled.

“And you had him drinking off the floor like a dog.” Billy continued and you smiled.

Morty wandered the room making some other comment that you ignored.

“You ready?” He said lowly.

“For what?” You asked in the same low tone.

He gently moved your knee and stood, nodding for you to follow. As you two went into the next room with Morty, you saw the dead body on the bed. A woman in tight leather with her throat slashed. You didn’t need to ask to know that was likely the woman Morty had expected. The sight of the uninvolved woman lying dead on sheets stained with her own blood made your chest uncomfortably tight.

You weren’t able to comment on the body because when you turned back to the men, you saw Morty reaching for his gun. As soon as it was in full view, you kicked out at his hand and the gun clattered to the floor. You heard the sound of the blade at Billy’s wrist moments before the squelch of the knife piercing Morty’s abdomen. One. Two. Three times.

He fell to the floor with a thud while Billy collected the discarded gun and cleaned his blade. You moved around the man and put your foot on Morty’s back, flattening him to the floor. You watched the puddle of blood grow thicker and stepped on the man to get to the phone he was crawling to. You yanked the cable out the back and moved away, leaving the man as a bloodied pile on the floor.

As you were getting to Billy’s side, you felt something new. Despite being miles away, you could feel that spark of hope snuff itself out. It was replaced with anger but not a regular pissed-off type of anger. It burned, even from where you were. While Billy was on the phone, you focused in on it a little more and it was easy to understand that whatever Frank had tried had failed. And that felt like a punch to the gut.

The next day, you tried to call Billy so you could talk about the past day or so. You wanted to find out, as definitively as you could, where his loyalty truly was. Obviously, he had some tendency to side with Rawlins given there was some sort of power dynamic or reciprocal relationship between them. But you wondered if there was enough loyalty to Frank that you could wiggle in and separate Billy from Rawlins completely.

Except he didn’t answer.

You checked in with Dex and he said that there was nothing for you and him yet, but you were more than welcome to keep your eyes and ears open for something that he could bring to your SAC.

So with nothing else to do, you went to Lieberman’s.

You knew there would be an earful from Frank the second you walked in, but you opened your mouth and welcomed the argument almost immediately.

“…image from your scope.” Lieberman told Frank and he was the first to acknowledge your appearance. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi.” You nodded. “It’s William Rawlins.” You said, gesturing to the man on the screen that you weren’t looking at.

Instead, you were locked in with Frank.

“Uh, yeah… The third.” Lieberman added awkwardly. He must’ve picked up on the tension because he tried to keep the conversation moving forward. “He’s the director of covert operations at the CIA. Takes a guy like this to pull it all together and make it stick.”

“How’d you know that, huh?” Frank asked bitterly.

Sometimes his monotone made it hard to read but that faint red from him was obvious to you.

“I also know that you went after him yesterday and it didn’t work.” You said simply, working to keep your voice level. “It was a CIA safe house, meaning bulletproof glass. No one told you that?”

“I tried to.” Lieberman said from behind Frank.

“Why were you at Bennett’s place, Y/N?” Frank pressed.

“Rawlins hired the team to watch Bennett. One of the guys on the team called me and asked if I was busy. I went because you didn’t like my original idea so I had to improvise.”

“Improvise. Improvise.” Frank repeated and you found yourself feeling slightly intimidated, though you didn’t show it. “What the hell are you up to, hmm? What if Rawlins has you killed cause you did your own thing?”

“He won’t.” You challenged, knowing that Billy - for the moment, at least - wouldn’t let it happen.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“How? How do you know any of this?”

“Oh please.” You scoffed. “I’ve been doing this shit my whole life. At some point, it gets predictable.”

“Answer the goddamn question.”

“I did. Rawlins hired a team, I got an offer. What’s not connecting?”

“Who called you?”

“Someone I used to work with at Anvil.”

“Anvil? So Russo knew about the team?”

“Rawlins probably tried him, yeah.” You shrugged, ensuring to diminish those suspicions in him. “I guess he helped set up some of Anvil’s early contracts so he thinks Billy owes him something.”

“Jesus Christ.” Frank muttered. “Alright, well what else do you know? Since you wanna go rogue and do whatever the hell you want behind my back.”

“Hey, I had good intel.” You defended. “No one asked you to go take a shot at a goddamn safe house!”

“Okay!” Lieberman yelled suddenly, standing and pushing his way in between you and Frank.

You hadn’t even realized either of you had moved forward to be nearly toe to toe until Lieberman’s elbow was digging into your chest to push you away. The bony pressure snapped you from that suffocating mania and you saw the red at the edge of your vision fading back to the living heat on your skin.

“Frank, you’re the one who said we could trust her.” Lieberman reasoned. “We need her.. She’s good, y’know. She has your back. You need that out there.”

Frank said nothing, only stared at you.

“Y/N.” Lieberman turned towards you. “I know you’re used to doing things your way, but we really need to work together for this to work. Rawlins knows we’re coming for him, which means we need to be clean from here on out.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You nodded.

“Okay.” He nodded. “No more going behind anyone’s backs. Everything out in the open.”

“Yeah.” Frank agreed.

“Morty Bennett’s dead.” You said flatly. “My guess is to protect you or to just Rawlins cashing in an I.O.U. because Billy did it.”

“Yeah, I saw the piece the Bulletin ran on that.” Lieberman agreed. “Stabbed to death.”

“Good.” Frank nodded.

“Shit.” Lieberman said suddenly, abandoning his post between you two to return to the computer. “What if- Oh, God. What if he’s been waiting for someone to look for him? By searching his file, I’ve just blown us. There could be a team on its way right now.”

“Relax a second.” You tried but the man’s frazzled state vibrated the air in the compound.

“You’ve been on that CIA site all day, right? You seen anything about us? Any chatter at all?” Frank added in a matter-of-fact tone.

“No..” Lieberman said awkwardly.

“No?” You repeated, now baffled by the panic. “CIA’s not coming after us. FBI doesn’t have anything to do with this either. My partner would’ve let me know if this hit my SAC’s desk. Homeland barely has anything on Kentucky and I’m guessing his appearance on base is being masked as a training exercise.”

“I took a shot at this guy and you didn’t read anything about it.” Frank continued. “You’re scared, David, and I get that. But think about how this Rawlins prick feels. I think the three of us, we’re sitting pretty right now.”

“He’s trusting his inner circle to take care of it.” You reasoned. “Whoever from Cerberus he can still get to and any new allies he’s made, he’s gonna send them our way first before anything legit comes at us.”

Within minutes of that conversation ending, Lieberman was sent into a new spiral of panic. The cameras within his home were no longer accessible so he urged you and Frank to go look into it. You two conceded and Frank stopped off to get flowers for Sarah.

When you two arrived, you expected there to be some sort of argument between you all about that missed dinner, but there was none. It wasn’t even mentioned. You shrugged it off as Frank having already made up for it. Instead, she offered you two a glass of wine and conversation.

You had your pocket tech out and came to find out that there was no damage to cameras or connection. It was just that the internet had been unplugged.

As you focused back on the conversation in front of you, you found a lightness in the air. More so than just friendly. You wondered if Sarah was flirting with Frank, at least a little bit.

You went under the end table and reconnected the internet so that buzzing panic gnawing at the back of your head would go away. In the meantime, Sarah poured you two another glass while talking about David.

“You never talk about your wife.” Sarah told Frank before glancing at you. “And you have been awfully quiet. Husband?”

“No, not anymore.” You gave a sad smile. “He is- Or was truly perfect… The kind of feeling that you’ll never get with anyone else. Other guys are different and you think that’s good, till you miss something specific he used to do. You said David would fill your tank, Matt would sit on the roof of our building with me. We’d just kinda exist, in our own space where almost no one could find us.”

Your fingers slipped under the collar of your shirt and you found the chain with the band.

“I’m so sorry.. Was it recent?” Her eyes softened and she placed a comforting hand over yours.

“It’s been a few months.” You nodded. “He was the type that I’ll be getting over for the rest of my life.”

Frank patted your back gently and you smiled slightly in thanks before he started talking about Maria. You realized that the explosions in your chest were less frequent, the heat in your blood less aggressive. The hole in your chest didn’t echo as deep. You were still angry and alone, but maybe it did get better if you let yourself feel it.

It wouldn’t go away on its own but everyday processes it and accepts it a little bit more.

Maybe you could figure out how to get through it after all.

Sarah tried to convince you two to stay longer but you both politely declined. You stated your FBI case and Frank simply said he had ‘things’ to do. She gave you two a small tupperware, leaning in to kiss Frank only moments after. You spun on your heel and hurried out the room while Frank let her down gently.

You laughed about it once you two were in the car and teased Frank the drive back, only to get a ‘yeah, yeah’ and a chuckle.

The next day, you got a call from Dinah. She asked if she could meet you for drinks somewhere you two could talk and you could feel her pride through the phone. She had something good. You agreed and asked her to meet you at Josie’s after she got out of the office.

Not much happened during the day, so around six she called again. You met her outside the building and she was hesitant to go inside. You, however, walked in with a smile on your face and all the regulars celebrated your arrival.

You ordered a drink for you both and told Josie to start you a tab. She joked that you'd better not have the same paying habits as your friends and you insisted you’d close at the end of the night.

“So, you have something good for me?” You asked with a smirk.

“You were right about the bug.” She said quietly, leaning in to keep secrecy.

“You don’t have to whisper.” You said, mocking her with the same tone - which earned you a scowl - before speaking plainly. “No one here gives a shit. One of the perks of doing business here.”

You remembered when you and your friends sat at one of the tables, talking to Grotto. It was the start of what would turn into a long road with Frank Castle and the Punisher.

“How did you know about it?” Her voice snapped you back.

“Doing business here?” You questioned. “The guys at Nelson and Murdock loved coming here, been doing it since college.”

“I meant the bug.”

“There was feedback.” You gestured vaguely to your head. “You figure out who’s on the other end?”

“No, but I have a plan. I’m setting up a fake meet, day after tomorrow, with Jack DeLeon and use Frank Castle’s name as bait.”

“Two names like that means a big risk. I assume you’ve got a solid team?”

“It’s… Standard.”

“So why’d you call me?”

“I was hoping for your freelance help.”

“Mmm.” You hummed with a new smirk. “I’d thought you’d never ask. You think we’re gonna catch whoever’s after Castle?”

“It’s the best chance we have.” She defended.

“And do what with them?”

“Expose them.” She said as if it was obvious. “Put them on trial.”

“Dinah, these men that were chasing, killed two kids and an innocent woman.” You said plainly, jabbing a finger against the tabletop to punctuate your words. “You’re not chasing one ghost, but two. Castle hears you have the guy responsible, he’s gonna come for him. Just like he came for Schoonover. And Bennett. Kitchen Irish, Mexican Cartel, Dogs of Hell. What makes you any different?”

“Once we expose what happened in Kandahar, Castle can have him.”

“I doubt it gets that far.”

“Do you know something? Is that your point?”

“What if I told you I had a theory as to who was at the top of the whole thing?”

“I’d say you’re full of shit.”

“Am I?” You laughed slightly. “Billy usually doesn’t think so.”

Her eyes were suddenly taken over by the green haze of jealousy.

“Don’t forget that he’s not all yours, Dinah.” You taunted.

“I never said he was.” She countered tightly while the haze faded.

“Right… When was the last time he woke up in your bed, then?”

“That’s… not relevant.”

“So this morning then.” You nodded. “Explains why he didn’t call me back last night.”

“What do you know, Y/N?” She said firmly. “Besides how to get on my nerves within twenty minutes.”

“I met this guy recently, CIA head of covert ops. Now he looks like every other run of the mill CIA department head, but the eye… Frank told me how he went in on Orange and his guys had to pull him off. This guy’s eye matches Frank’s story.”

“Who was it?”

“That’s the kicker. Rumor is this guy has old money. I’m talking his family’s been in everything throughout the generations. We can’t go after him without a direct line and solid confirmation.”

“Give me the name, Y/N.”

“Don’t know it.” You shrugged. “All I know is that he’s ’the third’. And I’m in on the sting, by the way. You have a tactical for me?”

She handed you a folder.

“We’ve uploaded a fake one to our servers.” She explained as you looked over the pages.

“Yeah, the bug in your office is probably in your computers too. Let me ask you this… You coming to me right now, is that for me as a federal agent or me as a ghost story? Because those have two completely different operating guidelines.”

“I need results.” She said firmly, though it seemed more to convince herself than you. “But I also believe in the law so… What’s the difference?”

“Blood. And equipment. The ghost story has better toys.”

“Just-“ She groaned. “The federal agent. I need these men alive, okay? One of them gotta talk.”

“Right…” You nodded. “You hear about Morty Bennett?”

“No?”

“Stabbed to death in a motel upstate.” You said. “After an alleged training exercise, but he also was in on the drugs in the KIAs.”

“You think your CIA guy had him killed?”

“It tracks… He had Henderson killed. He wants Castle killed. He has Bennett killed after Frank shows up.”

“It’s scary how fast you can connect dots.” She said with mild awe. “Maybe you were made for the FBI.”

“That is not what I was made for.” You looked to her, holding out your glass for a toast.

“What is it then?” She raised hers.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

You two didn’t talk for much longer. You paid your tab on the way out as promised before returning to Lieberman’s. You had to pause when you walked in to process to seemingly off the wall conversation they were having.

“Do you. Miss sex?” Lieberman said with a drunken slur, to which Frank laughed.

“What do you want me to say?” He said with a shrug and a smile.

Frank noticed you and gestured you over. You dropped on the seat beside him and he passed you the bottle. You glanced at the label before shrugging and taking a drink.

“Because for me, I miss sex.” Lieberman ranted and you made a face to yourself. “You wanna hear something funny?”

“What’s that?” Frank said.

“I’m hung like a moose.” He answered proudly.

“Ты, должно быть, шутишь.” You laughed and passed the bottle back to Frank. (You’ve got to be kidding.)

“Y/N!” Lieberman announced happily. “You miss sex?”

“No.” You shook your head.

“No?” His brows furrowed and he dramatically cocked his head. “A woman like you doesn’t miss sex?”

“Why would I miss it?”

“Wait, do you two…” He trailed off and gestured to you and Frank. You stared expectantly with raised brows while Frank cocked his head in question. “You two hook up?”

“Отвратительно!” You said and laughed. “He’s not exactly my type.” (Gross!)

“Not your type? He’s exactly your type!” Lieberman reasoned.

“No, he’s not.”

“Yeah… Angry, check. Murderous, check. Ruggedly handsome, check.” Lieberman threw his arms widely to the side. “What else do ya need, Y/N?”

“Sounds more like he’s your type.” You joked. “Besides, my last guy was more of an altar boy. Nowadays I tend to go for a man who’s a little more unstable.”

“Oh, what did- What do you guys call him?” He looked over his shoulder while he thought before spinning back to face you two. “Red! Red wasn’t any good then?”

“Red was plenty good.” You defended with a laugh. “But my sex life didn’t die with him.”

“Jesus Christ.” Frank muttered and made a face before drinking from the bottle.

“I can make it worse.” You laughed and shifted to face him.

“Please don’t.”

“Yeah, I usually call Bi-“ You began before Frank leaned forward and pushed you gently by your forehead, making you laugh. You looked over and saw Lieberman drop his pants so you laughed again before covering your eyes.

You dropped your head to Frank’s shoulder as a means to hide while Lieberman made jokes about Frank being an ass man, to which you were still laughing.

You hadn’t realized before, but you had almost forgotten what your honest laugh sounded like.

“It’s good to hear you laugh like that, Princess.” Frank said honestly when Lieberman took a few steps away. “Didn’t think I would till this was all over.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry I’ve been so horrible lately.” You admitted as you straightened. “I don’t know how to feel this or even what I should feel. I’m pretty lost right now.”

Before Frank could offer any other consolation, Lieberman staggered back in.

“Madani is how we fix this! She wants the same things we do. We don’t need to hide from her. We give it to her and she arrests Rawlins. I go home, boom!” Lieberman ranted quickly and you instantly felt the light air of drunken jokes fall heavy.

“No.” You said flatly while Frank firmly said “Stop that shit.”

“Rawlins dies.” You continued. “You said it yourself, he has hands in everything. That kind of reach can surpass prison.”

“That’s right.” Lieberman said sarcastically. “Everybody dies with you two. Your family’s dead.” He pointed to Frank. “Your husband’s dead.” He pointed to you.

Why did everyone call Matt your husband?

“Anyone that ever look at you sideways, they’re dead.” He continued. “And you just keep on going. You two are psychopaths.”

“I let Wilson Fisk live that night and I’ve regretted it every since. If you want to see this thing to the end, I highly suggest you stop while you have your head..”

You stood quickly with tight fists but Frank reached out for your wrist. Lieberman stormed away in a huff and you felt your nails digging into your palm as your fist got impossibly tighter. Lieberman said something about calling Madani so you pulled yourself free and moved across the room.

You knocked the phone out of his hand and he took a swing at you. You ducked quickly and sidestepped before slamming an elbow against the pressure point of his chest. He wobbled into Frank, who knocked him unconscious.

“Madani has a plan she brought to me.” You said as Frank set up Lieberman on the cot. “She wants to go after Rawlins, but she doesn’t know it’s Rawlins.”

“How’s she gonna do that?” Frank asked, seemingly uninterested.

“Fake sting.” You explained. “She put out a tact plan that says you’re meeting with DeLeon, hopes it’ll draw out his team and she can get info.”

“You gonna do it?”

“Yeah, might as well.”

“Why?”

To find out what side Billy’s on.

“Keep tabs.” You said instead. “There’s rumors stirring that I don’t like.”

“Anything I should know?”

“Nothing you’d believe.” You said honestly.

“So, what, you’re just gonna stroll up with your goggles and little buzzers like nothing?”

At that you laughed.

“No, just me. No mask, no suit, no Bites. Just me and a bulletproof and a pistol.”

“Alright.” Frank nodded. “Don’t get killed, okay?”

“Haven’t failed you yet, right? I’ll be back in one piece.”

You went home to find your door cracked open. You instinctively reached for the gun at your hip but you came up empty. Instead, you checked under your cuff and found the blade. With a silent curse, you crept forward with a sudden feeling of being unwelcome in your own apartment. You went to release the blade but used the other hand to slow it to reduce the sound. The tip threatened to break the skin of your palm as you guided it out.

As you moved into your apartment, you saw a vaguely familiar shape kneeling at the closet under the stairs that led to the roof. You started a little harder and saw the familiar trail of long blonde hair.

“Dammit, Karen.” You said loudly, to which she jumped. “Why are you in my apartment?”

“Sorry, I just…” She said quickly as she pushed the case back and carefully shut the doors. “Still doesn’t feel real is all.”

You sighed slightly and gestured for her to sit while you went back to shut your door. You sat beside her on the couch and removed the blade from around your wrist. You tossed it into the coffee table with a loud clank before you stared at the empty bed that was almost mocking you from your bedroom.

“Some days I wake up and I still think he’ll be next to me.” You said absently. “And then I realize he’s not and it feels like a knife in my chest.”

“Y/N..” She said gently and her hand came to your arm, snapping you from that heavy melancholy.

“I’m sure you’ve heard but we’re getting closer.” You said instead, pushing to your feet to get space as the tears began to burn your eyes. “We’ve got a name and a face. Just need an opening.”

“Oh.. That’s good, right? The sooner all this is done the better.” She tried and you scoffed.

“Karen, nothing about any of this will get better. Frank’s not gonna come out as an upstanding citizen once this guy is gone. Matt isn’t gonna come back. Nelson and Murdock won’t come back.”

“I didn’t mean-“

“We won’t come back either.”

“I don’t understand…”

“You and I.” You shrugged slightly. “After I told you about Exodus but before Grotto came to us, we were becoming pretty decent friends.”

“I’m still your friend, Y/N. Foggy is still your friend.” She said with gentle insistence as she stood to face you. “I know that nothing’s going to be the same. I’m not that naive, but you have to believe that you won’t be miserable forever.”

Maybe that’s what you were made for. Misery.

“Can you just…” You gestured to your door. “With Frank and Billy and Dinah and Lieberman and Sarah and Orange, worrying about you and Foggy is the last thing I need right now.”

She scoffed lightly before muttering to herself as she headed to the door. She was nearly out when you heard her footsteps coming back. You had to bite your tongue to keep your sharp comment back as you glared at her, waiting for her words.

“You know.” She said angrily, a slight snarl as she clicked her tongue. “You can’t sit here and blame Matt’s death for the shitty way you treat people that care about you.”

“Right. Thanks.” You nodded, slamming your shoulder against hers as you moved past her. You nearly slammed the bedroom door behind you.

The next morning you had a call from Billy, saying he wanted to pick you up for lunch to talk about a new project. You also had a text from an unknown number saying to be outside and you knew it had to be Frank or Lieberman. You got dressed quickly and grabbed a jacket before heading down, getting out just as the car pulled up. Without much explanation, Frank drove to Sarah’s house.

You two stepped inside and the atmosphere of the house was noticeably thicker than the last time. The mention of her son sent panic through the air and it made you shiver. You turned your head up the stairs, feeling a young anger burning under the thick blanket of loneliness. A few feet away sat a vibrating bundle of mixed emotions. Sadness, stress, exhaustion.

“Is Leo upstairs too?” You asked simply.

“Yeah… Both the kids are.” Sarah nodded.

“Why don’t you take a walk while we talk to them, yeah?” You offered, adding a small smile while you took in some of her worry. “Pete’ll talk to Zach and I’ll chat with Leo.”

She sniffled before nodding. She led you upstairs to Leo’s room before she stopped at Zach’s and asked him to head down. Zach stopped and stared at you in silence for a second before glancing to either hip, likely looking for your gun.

“Can I hold the gun now?” He said and you frowned.

“Only got my badge today.” You shrugged and shifted your jacket to show the badge. “And you’re still not old enough, bud.”

You tapped on Leo’s door and she called for you to come in. She smiled widely at you and adjusted on her bed so you could sit beside her. You put hands in your pockets as you sat and found the small enamel emblem waiting for you. You pulled it out and were greeted with the vibrant red hourglass of the Red Room.

You realized you hadn’t worn that jacket since you and Matt revealed your identities to each other in the office.

“What that?” Leo asked, leaning over to see.

“This is a very complicated little symbol.” You said honestly. “Y’know, I was a very different person growing up. A lot angrier, lonelier, more hurt. And this-“ You lifted the shape for you both to see. “-is a symbol of the place that caused it all.”

“Was it a school?”

“Sort of, like a boarding school and an orphanage put together.” You offered her the emblem. “I learned a lot in that place, about myself and different skills. It made me who I am, or who I thought I had to be at least.”

You glanced over and saw she was fascinated with the little piece of enamel.

“You can keep it if you’d like.” You laughed slightly. “I may not love it but it does show that the things we go through don’t define us… You don’t have to be the one who holds everything together.”

“Did my mom ask you to say that?” She dropped her hands to her lap.

“No.” You shrugged. “Just thought you’d need to hear it.”

“One of us has to have their head on straight. If it’s not gonna be Zach, then it’s me.” She nodded, as if trying to convince herself more than you.

“Right, right. Did you ever hear about Daredevil and Exodus?”

“Yeah?”

“It was like that with them, too. Daredevil thought Exodus was crazy for wanting things her way. She wanted to hurt the people that did what was done to her. Yeah, she wasn’t hurting the people that hurt her, but if they did the same things to others, it was the same.”

“But it’s not.”

“Right, that’s what Daredevil said. He agreed that bad people needed to face consequences but right consequences. Arrests and charges and trials. They argued for a long time in the beginning.”

“So who gave in?”

“You ever hear about Daredevil killing anyone?” You raised your brows and she shook her head. “Me neither. Exodus pulled back, trusted Daredevil and Daredevil stopped trying so hard to control everything she did.”

“How do you know this?”

You leaned forward and back, looking around as if to make sure no one else was around, then you motioned her closer. She leaned in as did you, lifting a hand to cover your mouth.

“Because I’m Exodus.” You whispered and her mouth dropped. “Or I was, at least, before I got the FBI spot.”

“Ohmygod!” She whispered loudly. “Does Pete know?”

“Nah.” You shook your head.

“Wait. But you’re so nice?”

“It took a lot of violence to be so gentle.” You nodded. “And I’m not always like this… Growing up I was tired of being afraid, so I became something others would fear.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She nodded. “I like you’re kinda cool.”

“Well in that case, I want you to keep that with you, okay?” You gestured to the hourglass. “It’s more than a symbol. So long as you have it, you'll know I have your back.”

“Thanks.” She smiled. “Could you…”

Your brows raised in question.

“Could you teach me some stuff?”

“Like fighting?”

“Yeah…”

“I'm not gonna teach you anything crazy.” You laughed. “But I can show you how to get out of stuff. C’mon.”

You offered her your hand and she took it excitedly, shoving the Red Room logo into her pocket. You two went downstairs and found Frank getting ready to take Zach outside. The guys began throwing a football in the street while you showed Leo how to break a few basic grapples and some common reversals.

You had just sat down after your shower when Billy called. You groaned as you pushed yourself to your feet and headed out again. As little as you wanted to be in your apartment, you wanted at least a few minutes to sit down. Regardless, you met Billy out front.

He was waiting outside the car and opened the door for you. You said nothing as you sat in the passenger seat and he said nothing when he drove you to some out of the way part of the waterfront.

“This isn’t lunch.” You said simply.

He gave a small chuckle in return before he got out. You muttered to yourself about what you had gotten yourself into while you shoved the door open. You slammed it behind yourself and took a few short steps to catch up to Billy. He looked over his shoulder and offered you a smirk that you furrowed your brows at.

What the hell was he up to?

After a few minutes of silence, you two standing tensely on opposite sides of the room, a small group of men entered. You stood taller almost instantly, one hand tightening into a fist while the other snuck behind your back for the blade at your belt.

But the men walked right past you.

They didn’t even acknowledge your presence in the far corner. They were completely focused on Billy, but you weren’t so sure that would be a good thing. Your body relaxed only a fraction of a percent when their conversation started. It took them out of the room and Billy’s eyes met yours, silently asking if you were going to follow.

Hesitantly, you did.

You placed yourself in the doorway Billy was previously waiting in and listening quietly. Both arms were crossed over your chest, hiding balled up fists as the men talked. You didn’t care all that much to listen, knowing whatever Billy was going to offer would be met with refusal.

You couldn’t play both sides forever. When you tried to do that with Fisk and Matt, it got complicated. It got messy. People got hurt that didn’t need to and it wasn’t like you had a ton of spare people as of late.

“So who’s the girl?” One of the men finally acknowledged you.

“Bystander.” You said flatly with a small shrug.

“A bystander that doesn’t flinch at open fire on civilians?” Another challenged. “I don’t buy it.”

“Good thing you don’t have to.” You hissed before pushing yourself up and looking to Billy. “Thanks for the invite, but I’m not interested. Have fun though.”

You offered a salute before turning in your heels and leaving. You left without responding to any of the comments in your wake, both from Billy and his friends. You contemplated waiting at his car but that defeated the whole point of your exit so you opted to walk. You didn’t get far before Billy was calling you back.

When you didn’t stop or turn around, you heard his rushed footsteps to catch you.

“So that’s it, huh?” He asked when he finally got to your side.

“Yeah, I’m not interested in being an errand boy for Rawlins. Been there, done that. No thanks.” You answered simply, keeping your eyes forward and your feet moving.

“C’mon, Y/N.” He groaned. “You really think-“

“Just stop.” You cut in firmly. “I’m not doing anything for Rawlins anymore. I need to focus on my own shit, not trying to take down Frank.”

“He’s not gonna let you just walk away.”

“Well then I hope you’ll give me a heads up when I become your next blacked out search and destroy op.”

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little-teddybear17 · 8 months

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My Wally Darling Fan-Fiction!

Hello! So I'm very much obsessed with Wally Darling and the Welcome Home universe, therefore I just HAD to write up a start to a fan-fiction! It's a Wally x Reader one, however there is no NSFW as the creator has voiced their discomfort about that, however there will be romance and it will be very storyline heavy....there might even be mention of some Alternative Universes.... *wink wink*

Anywho, here's a small cute excerpt of the first chapter if you're interested. I'm working a lot and I attend university so updates may be sparse but hopefully it'll become quite a long fan-fiction!

Thanks!

"Oh why, it was no worry neighbour--" One of the floorboards underneath Wally was loose; causing him to take a little tumble and fall face-first to the ground...you almost swore you heard a distant slapstick whirr as he fell. He didn't put his hands out to break his fall and he...didn't get up either. It seemed like he couldn't pick himself. "Ow........Ow.....Oww...." He periodically whined out. You quickly stumbled over by his side and picked Wally up. "Oh jeez! Wally, are you okay? Did you scrape something?" His expression was unaltered, still smiling tiredly. "Oh no, not at all (Y/N)...I just find making sound like that often attracts people over quicker to help me up..." He glanced up at you with such a vacant look. For a moment, you two shared a moment of silence before you let out a string of laughter. "Oh my goodness, Wally, you're quite the trickster!" Wally's eyes seemed to light up a little and he let out a monotone laugh. "Ha....ha.....ha.....oh neighbour, you're so very interesting. I hope we can hang out quite a lot!"

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frankenhookersmonster · 2 years

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

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

word count - 1.8k

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got something to say? a request or concept? speak!!!

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

October Thirty-First, one year after leaving

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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xixxala · 2 years

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y/n: Violence isn't the answer.

Frank: You’re right.

y/n: *sighs in relief*

Frank: Violence is the question.

y/n: What?

Frank, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

y/n, running after them: NO-

#marvel incorrect quotes #frank castle #the punisher #frank castle x reader #frank castle x yn #punisher x you #punisher x reader

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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Bones to Bone

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Content: ED, Underweight!Reader, Body Dysmorphia, Scarred!Reader, Reader is Frank’s Sister, Pre!Punisher Storyline, Slightly obsessive Billy

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel @judig92

POV: Second

It wasn’t the first time Billy had caught you staring at yourself in the mirror. Rubbing your hands over the outline of your bones and muttering about how fat you are. He knew he should tell Frank or Maria. Yet he didn’t, he wanted to be the one to help you. When he first met you you were so soft and gentle. You had taken your brother in your arms before moving over to him, hugging him just as you had hugged Frank. You were total strangers to one another and yet you had welcomed him openly.

He watched you with intrigue as you dragged your fingers over your ribs slowly. Like you were in a library walking amongst the shelves. It made Billy wonder if Frank knew you were like this. Thin, frail, vulnerable. The wind could knock you over and you’d just break. On your chest were some wide pink scars, they matched the ones all over your arms, stomach and legs. Billy was curious as to what happened that made you like this.

As Billy made his way down the stairs he saw Frank in the kitchen, bothering Maria while she cooked. He sat down on one of the barstools, looking over to the kids who were distracted before talking.

“Hey Frankie?”

The large man turned around, facing his brother and raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yeah?”

A deep sigh escaped Billy’s mouth.

“Your sister, has she always been so thin? I just saw her in the bathroom again and she was touching her ribs again”

This caused Maria to turn around as well. Billy knew the two girls were close. He’s heard many stories from the pair, from drunken nights out to how terrifying the Castle sister was during Maria’s birth.

“What do you mean again?”

Frank slammed his hands down on the bench. Junior and Lisa turned around, raising eyebrows at their dad. He brushed them off and they turned back around, not wanting to risk upsetting their marine father.

“Caught her doing it a few times for the last few months. Doesn’t look too good Frankie”

Frank brought his hand to his face, he knew you weren’t the best mentally. Yet you’d been acting so well these past few months. To find out it’d all been in vain troubled the man.

“You couldn’ta told me sooner Bill?!”

He hissed at the younger man. The kids turned around again, looking at one another with concern riddling their faces. They’d seen their father like this a few times. Frank was a protective man, but he was most protective over his baby sister. They’d seen it a few times, when out in the park and eyes would linger a little too long on her small frame.

“Frank baby calm down, your sisters a strong girl. She’s gonna be okay”

Maria knew her words wouldn’t help. On more then one occasion she had to drive you to the hospital. She always hated having to send that letter to Frank. Whenever it happened she’d send a care package as well, knowing Frank would need it more than ever. Anger ran through Franks bones and Billy was almost scared of the man before him.

You walked down the stairs, entering the dining room to the Castle residence. You’d stolen a shirt from Maria and yet it was still too big on you. Your pants were tied tightly and were still too loose around your waist. Frank caught your figure first. His eyes softened when he saw you, not in a caring way but in a concerned way. He hadn’t noticed how sick you looked. Dark under eyes and hollow cheeks.

“What’s going on?”

You continued your path towards your family and still no one dare spoke a word. Billy had his lips pursed, the kids focused on their show, Maria pretended to busy herself cooking and Frank… well your brother bore holes into your skull.

“Thought you said you’ve been getting better?”

It felt like your world collapsed around you. Your brothers words struck your core. You had done everything in your power to convince them you were okay. Carefully you took a seat next to Billy. He grabbed your arm, helping you ease into the seat.

“I…”

The words got caught in your throat. Frank knew he shouldn’t be so harsh but he was. It was the only way he knew, the way war taught him.

“You were always going to go places. You were meant to go to some Ivy college and do something with your life. It hurts seeing you like this. You’re my little sister, I can’t keep seeing you like this…”

You could’ve sworn Frank was crying. Deep down you knew your actions hurt him. Addiction always affected the people in your life. You couldn’t even respond, you just jumped from your seat and ran for the front door. Grabbing the keys to your car and getting in the front seat. When you turned the engine on you sat for a few moments, wondering when it all went wrong. You went to drive off but then Billy climbed into the passenger seat.

“You can’t run away from this”

You reversed out of the driveway, watching in your peripheral as Billy put his seatbelt on. You didn’t know where you were going, you just wanted to drive.

“I can run from anything if I try hard enough”

The two of you sat in silence for nearly four hours. The clock was nearing 11pm and you knew you’d have to get a hotel. Somewhere in the back of your mind you drove towards Salem.

“Salem huh?”

You didn’t say anything. Just driving until you found a hotel. When you did you had immediately got out, going to get a two bedroom room. Billy was going to stay with you, that much was inevitable. He got out of the car, following behind you. The man was quick on his feet, silent and deadly like a panther. The two of you arrived at the door and entered the room. Immediately you collapsed on the bed, trying your best to fall asleep.

“We’re going to talk about this”

You led out a grumble and Billy just sighed. The room ended up only having one bed despite requesting two. He climbed in next to you, wrapping an arm around you waist and pulling you into him. You should’ve pulled away but he was so warm.

“Night Billy”

“Night baby”

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Was Ich Liebe | Helmut Zemo x gn!reader

summary: when Sam and Bucky ask you and Frank to look after Zemo for a while, you end up feeling something that you never would have expected before.

tws: swearing, smoking, mentions of violence, jealous, possession, drinking

word count: 5433

You and Frank had been living together for years, since before his Punisher years, as he couldn't afford a place on his own, and neither could you; as close friends, family really, it only made sense that the two of you would end up living together somehow. You patched his wounds, you hid him away from everyone who was chasing after him, you kept him a secret when he needed to be; you were his best friend, and at times, it felt a lot like you were his only friend. You enjoyed it, though, being able to spend so much time with him, being able to act like your best friend wasn't also one of the most wanted men on the planet; you were at peace, and whenever Frank snuck in, he felt much the same.

Nobody ever bothered you, nobody came asking for favours, nobody ever disturbed or shattered that peace; Frank made damn sure of that, keeping you and your home together far, far away from his work as the Punisher, the more distance he could make, the better.

It felt redundant to say, but when Frank trudged in with his hand around a guy in a purple mask's fur coat collar, you were more than surprised.

"Frank, what the fuck?"

He shrugged, roughly removing the guy's mask. He didn't miss the way you looked at the stranger. He rolled his eyes. "This here's Zemo."

Zemo went to extend his hand, but Frank slapped it away and glared at him.

"Right," you couldn't take your eyes off of the stranger. "And why's he in our home, exactly?"

Frank sighed, running a hand down his face as he grumbled. "I owe Sam Wilson a favour… he asked if I'd make sure this little shit doesn't go anywhere."

"Oh, great," you muttered. "So now we're in debt to Captain America himself? Well done, Frankie."

"Blame yourself," he growled, shoving the stranger aside. "You were the one that broke his pool table."

"I said I'd pay for it," you pointed out. "Not that I'd babysit a…" you turned to the stranger with a raised brow, "what are you?"

"A Baron," he replied.

You turned back to Frank. "Not that I'd babysit a Baron."

"He's got a rap sheet half a mile long," Frank hissed. "He's lucky he's still breathing."

You shook your head, gesturing for him to leave. "Go make a cup of coffee."

Chuckling, Frank shot you a smile as he dared to move away. "Yessir."

"You bicker like you're siblings," the stranger said.

But you scoffed as you took a seat on the sofa and sighed. "Who are you?"

"Baron Helmut Zemo," he didn't dare to move across the room to shake your hand, not with the Punisher around. "And who are you, gutaussehend?"

"I'm the one that won't rough you up," you laughed softly. "(y/n)."

"A pleasure," he nodded curtly. "Really."

You dared to smile at him. "The feeling's mutual."

Zemo hung his head as he dared to crack a small smile, chewing at the inside of his lip; he was about to say something when Frank came trudging back in, passing you a cup of coffee as he sat beside you.

"Don't listen to a goddamn word he says," Frank rumbled. "I got told he's a great manipulator."

You shrugged your friend off with a shake of your head. "Would you quit complaining?"

"He's responsible for all that bullshit between the Avengers," Frank muttered. "I got every goddamn right to complain… dragging me into their bullshit like this."

"In my defense-"

"Shut it," Frank hissed, glaring at Zemo.

The Winter Soldier had been one thing. Dealing with Sam and Bucky had been one thing. But Frank? Frank really did scare Zemo; word of the Punisher, what he did to people who deserved it, it scared even Zemo. Nobody fucked with the Punisher, and there was a damn good reason for that. Frank wasn't like the others, he wasn't like Sam or Bucky - Frank would kill. From the stories, it sounded like he was happy to do it, too.

"You're scaring him," you said gently.

"Good," Frank scoffed. "I should fucking hope so."

You sighed, shaking your head as you turned to Zemo. "Did he at least grab stuff for you to wear other than that?"

"Yes," Zemo answered with a curt nod.

"Where'd he chuck it?" You set your coffee aside and slapped a hand over Frank's mouth.

"In the car boot," Zemo wanted to smile at the fact that you had so casually covered your friend's mouth, he wanted to laugh when the big bad Punisher dared to lick your palm, making you groan and grumble in disgust.

"You're so fucking disgusting, sometimes," you got up, the sound of Frank's laughter following you as you went and grabbed the car keys. "I'll go get your things, Zemo… don't worry about Frank, he won't bite."

The second the door closed behind you, Frank crossed the room, pinning Zemo to the chair with his hand on his shoulder, his voice low and coarse - the same one he used when talking to the cunts he killed.

"You so much as even fucking look at (y/n), and I'll rip your eyes out," he threatened. "One wrong move, Zemo, that's all it takes and then… one batch, two batch, penny and dime."

Zemo could only nod slowly, he knew what Frank was capable of, everyone did, and he didn't quite fancy being on the receiving end of it. He didn't want to know what Frank would do, from the stories, he knew that the man was capable of great brutality and great graphic gore. He didn't want to find out if they were true.

Frank moved away again, taking his seat on the sofa once more, his jaw clenched as he picked up the television remote and turned it on; it was already playing one of your playlists, this one happened to have a little bit everything - some Tina Turner, some Sabaton, some Trivium, some Slayer, some Metallica, some ABBA. Frank turned the volume up a little, finally relaxing as he leaned back against the soft cushions. Zemo didn't dare to move - not until the door opened and you held up a bag.

"This the one?"

"Yes, thank you," he nodded.

"Come with me," you gestured for him to follow, and he did so with little hesitation. You lead him to the bedrooms. "Now, there's only two - so, uh, would you rather sleep in the same room as the guy who might rip your head off in the middle of the night, or would you rather be woken up by Rammstein at three in the morning?"

"Rammstein sounds… better," he shrugged, entering the room with you. He took a look around and frowned a little; it was nowhere near as bad as the cell in Berlin, but it wasn't exactly the luxury he had known for most of his life, either.

"You can use that cupboard," you pointed over to it. "Unpack your shit, make yourself comfy."

Zemo gently grabbed your wrist when you turned around, pulling you close as he dared to smile, his voice soft and quiet. "Thank you, (y/n)."

You could feel your heartbeat pick up a little, a certain thudding thunder coming to the side of your throat as you looked into those big brown beautiful eyes. "No need to thank me, just… get as comfy as you can."

He dared to let you go, clearing his throat as he turned to his bag and started to take out his things; you sighed as you headed downstairs, finally able to confront Frank.

"You didn't fucking tell me he was fit as fuck, you ass!"

Frank rolled his eyes. "I knew you thought he was your type the second you saw his face."

"Frank, this ain't funny," you growled. "How the fuck are we meant to put him up until Sam and Bucky can grab him, if I'm wanting to fuck him?"

"Easy," Frank shrugged. "Just don't."

You folded your arms across your chest, glaring at him as you clenched your jaw. "Don't you dare hurt him."

"Now," he tutted, raising a brow as he tilted his head a little to the side. "Why would I do that?"

"You said he's got a rap sheet half a mile long," you started, "in your books, he deserves it."

"You ain't wrong," he held up his hands. "But I ain't gonna hurt him. I'm smart enough to know not to piss Captain America off."

"You better be," you warned with a huff. "You really fucking better be."

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Frank left that same evening, abandoning you and trusting that you wouldn't do anything stupid, he had work to do, and he knew it would be a while; he had to go two States over and get through a shit tonne of forest, he wasn't going to be less than twelve hours. But he left you in charge of Zemo, hoping that you wouldn't do anything stupid. Really, really hoping.

It was around five minutes after he had left that you had decided to go to bed, with Zemo in the bathroom, you stripped off and yanked a pair of fluffy pyjama bottoms on before crawling into bed; unfortunately for him, Zemo had to have the chair next to the bed instead of an actual mattress. But he had said that it would be fine. You hoped so.

You yanked at the thin blanket, pulling it over you as you rolled onto your side and started to scroll through your phone; you didn't look up when he walked in, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, but then he paused for a moment to look at you. He cleared his throat as he sat down on the chair, pulling a red blanket across his lap as he met your gaze with a soft smile.

"I don't think your friend would like us being so physically close."

"No, but he'll get over it," you chuckled, putting your phone down and smiling back at him. "Y'know, I think there's room enough in this bed for us both… might save your back and your neck a little bit to sleep on an actual mattress."

Zemo bit at the inside of his lip as he let out a shaky breath, not even audible. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," you nodded, moving over to make space for him. "Trust me, that chair ain't fit for sleeping in."

“As long as you’re sure,” he muttered, daring to slip beneath the blanket beside you, careful not to touch you - he wouldn’t dream of such a thing, not unless if you asked him to.

You cleared your throat, getting a little closer until your head was on his chest, and you grabbed the remote for the television, quickly putting on ‘Hostel’ before you dared to relax again.

Zemo wasn’t sure about the film to begin with, if he was honest, as he was never entirely all that keen on films of such a graphic nature, but when he stole a look at you and saw a look in your eyes that could not be mistaken for anything except passion, he started to see it in a different light; he started to respect the film a little more, just because you were so keen on it. It was around halfway through the film when he dared to speak up at last.

“How long is Mister Castle usually gone for?”

“Anywhere from an hour to all night,” you replied quietly, your gaze never leaving the television, “sometimes, he can be gone for days.”

“Does he not worry about you?” Zemo asked with a little bit of genuine concern.

“Sure he does,” you muttered. “But Frank’s known me for a Hell of a long time. He knows I’m not helpless - plus, he keeps his work away.”

He nodded, biting at the inside of his lip again, unable to admit that if he was as close to you as Frank was, he would have been worried sick about so much as stepping out of the house; with a job like Frank’s, it would be more than difficult not to worry about loved ones.

“Besides,” you yawned, stretching and groaning a little. “Uncle Logan is only down the street.”

“Logan?”

“Yeah, Logan,” you nodded. “He was a friend of my family growing up - taught me how to handle myself in a fight. Between him and Frank, there’s really nothing to worry about.”

Zemo had heard that name somewhere before, Sam had mentioned it when talking about a school for gifted youngsters, he was sure that Sam had said there was someone called Logan there - “grumpy old man with can openers between his knuckles,” - but surely it wasn’t the same man; Logan was a very popular name, there was no way it could have been the same man at all.

“But you’re not a-”

“A superhero?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “No. I just know how to fight… and my best friend happens to be one of the most dangerous men to ever exist.”

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You weren’t sure when it happened, between the end of ‘Hostel’ and the start of ‘Cabin Fever’, you had fallen asleep somewhere along the lines, your head on Zemo’s chest, one arm across his stomach and the other under his back, your leg thrown over his hip; somewhere along the lines, you had fallen asleep together, but when you woke in the morning, it wasn’t because Frank had done his usual - kicked the end of your bed and asked what you wanted for breakfast - it was because there was an unusual smell coming from the kitchen. It smelled like someone was cooking, but it couldn’t have been; you and Frank rarely had time or money to actually cook meals, and if you ever did, you usually reserved them for special occasions - birthdays, holidays, to celebrate good news - and always reserved it for evening meals.

You were confused, heading downstairs as you rubbed your eyes, immediately going to the fridge first and foremost and pulling out a can of Red Bull; you cracked it open and took a swig before you dared to look at the state of the kitchen.

Zemo, still wearing just his boxers, a tea-towel thrown over his shoulder, turned to you with a smile. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mind, but I thought I would make breakfast - as thanks for last night.”

You scratched the back of your neck, furrowing your brows as you tilted your head to the side, slowly nodding. “We don’t usually cook ‘round here, y’know.”

“I can tell,” he said. “Go sit down, it won’t be long.”

“Long enough for me to have a quick smoke?”

“I suppose.”

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It went on like that for a while, at least a fair few weeks; you and Zemo would sleep in your bed all cuddled up to one another at night, in the morning he would make breakfast for you and sometimes Frank - when he was around - and then make another meal for dinner just for you and him and a final one for tea - which usually Frank also attended. During the day, you would show Zemo your favourite films and let him show you some of his, you would listen to music together and occasionally dance around, you would talk at length; every now and then, you would even ask Zemo for his help in deciding what to wear for the day, something he was all too happy to help with. He didn’t think it was worth telling you, but he had started to pay your rent for you; when you were busy with something and had your back turned, he would sneak off and pay the landlord - he knew how much living with Frank meant to you, he knew how desperate you both were, and he wanted to at least give his own back in exchange for Frank not gouging his eyes out every time he looked at you. He paid about a year’s worth of rent by the end of the month.

You were getting closer, though, starting to cuddle up on the sofa together whilst watching films, getting so close that you could feel his breath on your features when he pulled you in close whilst dancing; pressing your forehead against his back when he was chopping something up whilst preparing dinner, your arms around his waist; sitting on the counter and talking to him about anything and everything while he was putting a meal together; you stopped eating at opposite ends of the table, preferring to sit right next to one another instead, your knee pressed against his as he leaned into you a little more.

You were getting closer by the day, and you were starting to realise - you didn’t want Zemo to leave. You wanted him to stay, you wanted to know what his kiss tasted like and what his hands would feel like holding yours, you wanted to know what it would be like to go on actual dates with him, you wanted to know what it would be like to belong to him. You knew, though, that such a thing could never happen; if you had been living alone, then it would have been possible, but Frank was not keen on Zemo - even if he did quietly admit to you that he did enjoy the meals that Zemo cooked for you both. So, you went to the one person you knew you could talk to about it: Uncle Logan.

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Logan came over on a day where Zemo was in the living room reading, and Frank was off getting the weekly shop; he went down to the bottom of the garden with you, rolled two cigarettes, and gave one to you before lighting his own.

“Alright, what have you done now?”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you took a drag from your cigarette. “I haven’t done anything.”

“Yet,” Logan pointed out, noticing the way you were a little on-edge. “What is it?”

“It’s Zemo,” you muttered, licking your lips and taking a deep breath as you looked at him. “I think… shit, Logan, I think I’ve fallen for him.”

He dared to laugh a little, running a hand through his hair as he nodded. “Look, kid, you want my advice? Just be honest.”

“This coming from the guy who told Magneto and Professor X to fuck themselves,” you hummed. “Honesty isn’t the issue here.”

“Then what is?”

“Frank,” you muttered, sighing heavily. “He fucking hates Zemo and-”

“You and Frank have been friends since you were babies,” Logan huffed. “He might talk and act tough, but you know he’s a softie.”

You raised a brow as you looked him in the eyes, a smile coming to your lips. “Sounds like someone else I know.”

Logan rolled his eyes at you as he scoffed. “I helped raise you, (y/n). I know how close you and Frank are, but if you like this guy, your best bet is just to be honest about it, alright?”

“Alright,” you nodded. “Thanks, Uncle Logan.”

“Does he know?” He asked. “I mean, this guy hates super-soldiers, right?”

“Right… I didn’t say anything about you, though,” you reassured. “You’re not a super-soldier, anyway. The only thing them cunts altered was your bones.”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna piss of the guy who managed to fuck over the Avengers.”

“Didn’t you say that they were the most stupid, idiotic, selfish bastards to exist?”

“Yeah, and I stand by that.”

“I think you should be worried more about him becoming your new best friend, if that’s the case.”

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When Logan left, you knew that there was only one thing you had to do, you knew what you had to do and how to do it, but when you saw Zemo in the living room, his legs spread as he read one of your books - it looked a lot like American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis - you weren’t sure if you could go through with it; doubt started to bubble up in your stomach, making it churn as your throat began to feel dry and coarse, you caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you let out a shaky breath, swallowing thickly. Logan told you to just be honest. You dared to move closer, and when Zemo lifted his arms up so that you could sit on his lap, you did so with a quiet eagerness, letting him put an arm around your back whilst leaning it on the sofa’s arm, holding the book in his free hand as he continued to read for a moment; it didn’t exactly take him long to realise that something was wrong.

“What is it?”

“Zemo, what if…” you swallowed thickly, able to feel your heart thud against your chest. “What if I told you I… felt things for you?”

“I would tell you that if your feelings are romantic, then they’re reciprocated,” he admitted with a soft chuckle. “Why?”

“They’re… they’re reciprocated?” You asked quietly, biting at the inside of your top lip.

“Well, yeah,” he nodded. “Over the short time we’ve known each other, (Y/n), I have to admit - I’m very fond of you.”

“So, if I uh, if I asked you out…” you took in another deep breath. “You would say yes?”

“I would,” he nodded again. “Would you flip the page for me, please, mein Bärchen?”

You did as he asked, leaning into him a little more so that your shoulder was pressed into him, letting him rest his chin on top of your head as he hummed softly; you didn’t need a big romantic gesture to know that it was official now, you didn’t need some big dramatic gesture or some long and heated kiss to know. All you needed was the way he held you so close, the way he gently asked for you to turn the page of the book he was borrowing from you.

Now you just had to figure out how to tell Frank.

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You didn’t want to tell him right away, as you knew that he would need time and space to process everything, which was why you waited until he announced that he was going away for a while; on the trail of someone who had done things that even Frank wouldn’t mention, but because they were halfway across the goddamn country and then some, Frank had told you that he would be gone for at least a week or two - depending on how slippery and sly the asshole was. It was damn near perfect, until Sam came wandering in while Frank was getting ready to leave.

Frank was out back sorting out what he would need for his little trip, which was where Sam went first and foremost, tapping the Punisher on the shoulder and clearing his throat.

“How’s it going?” Sam asked, letting himself take one of Frank’s beers and cracking it open. He took a quick swig.

Frank sighed, running a hand through his hair as he leaned against the workbench and folded his arms across his chest, shrugging. “It ain’t bad, but…”

“But?”

“(y/n) and Zemo are friends now,” Frank chuckled, shaking his head. “They’re actually friends. He’s even managed to befriend Logan.”

“Logan?” Sam let out a whistle as he shook his head. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” Frank nodded. “It ain’t all that bad, though. I mean, he cooks, and he’s pretty damn good at it, too. He’s been behaving himself, too, thankfully.”

“He better be,” Sam huffed. “Do you need any help with anything? Least I could do for you agreeing to babysit.”

Frank shook his head, smiling at Sam for a moment. “We’re good - besides, we owed you for the pool table.”

Laughing softly, Sam shook his head. “Don’t worry about it… seriously, though, if you need anything, you know where I am.”

“I know, thank you,” Frank nodded, sighing as he made a move to pack up a few more boxes of ammunition. “Y’know, I always did prefer you over the other guy. I’m glad it was you that picked up the shield.”

“Thank you,” Sam smiled back, clapping Frank on the shoulder. “Where are they?”

“Front room,” Frank shrugged. “C’mon, I need something to eat.”

Following Frank inside, Sam couldn’t help but to let out a noise when he looked into the living room; on the sofa, you and Zemo were cuddled up, your lips pressed to his neck and your arm slung over him, the other one beneath your head to give you a little comfort, your leg over his waist as he held onto you tightly. Sam almost couldn’t believe it, but when Frank came to see, he simply shrugged.

“They do it all the time,” he explained, “it’s normal.”

“Normal?” Sam grumbled. “Frank, they’re cuddling.”

“Yeah, for those two, it’s normal,” Frank replied, “shit, it’s nothing me and (y/n) don’t do.”

Sam rubbed the back of his neck as he shook his head, taking a step into the living room and knocking gently on the doorframe; within an instant, you and Zemo perked up, lazily waving at him.

“Ah, Sam,” Zemo smiled. “I wondered when you would come to visit.”

“I’ve seen enough,” Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Frank, do you need help getting everything loaded up?”

“Yeah, I could use a hand,” Frank agreed with a shrug. “Car’s out front.”

“Let’s go,” Sam agreed. “You can drop me off on the way, right?”

“Right.”

You waited for the two to leave before you turned to Zemo, biting your lip as you tried not to laugh. “I don’t think they’re happy, y’know.”

“I don’t think they are,” he agreed with a shake of his head, but then he turned to you, and ever so gently, pressed a kiss to your lips. “But at least we’ll be alone for a while, won’t we?”

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The first couple of days, everything was fine between you and Zemo; you did everything together as a romantic couple, no longer feeling the need to ever hide anything - not your relationship, not your care for each other. It got to the point where one night, while you were singing and dancing around in the kitchen, probably keeping the entire neighbourhood awake, you stopped - you pulled out your phone, encouraging Zemo to take a picture with you; he was quite eager to do it, even taking a few of him kissing you, his hand on your jaw to keep you close while he took the phone in his other hand and used it to snap the pictures. You debated posting it for a little while, too distracted by the way he held you and how he kissed you, up until his phone rang.

“It’s Frank,” he muttered, handing the phone to you and running a hand through his hair. “Should I answer it?”

“I’ll do it,” you shrugged, clicking the answer button and putting the phone on speaker, leaving it on the closest counter. “Frank, why aren’t you calling my phone?”

“Zemo’s number was at the top,” came the crackly and quiet reply, “how are you doing? Is he behaving?”

Zemo stood beside you, gently coaxing you closer, his hands on the waistband of your jeans as he kept you close, your back against his chest; he tilted his head a little to the side, starting to kiss at your neck gently, forcing you to stifle a laugh and to slap at his wrist.

“Yeah, he’s behaving,” you replied, “we had Logan swing by the other day - didn’t he send you the picture?”

“The one of you two sound asleep out back? Yeah, I saw it.”

"See?" You chuckled, biting down on your bottom lip when Zemo started to gently bite and suck at your neck. "He's behaving."

Zemo grabbed your phone when you nodded at him to let him know he could, going onto your social media and pulling up the picture of you and him; he dared to post it with the caption was ich liebe.

"Yeah, alright," Frank hummed. "Look, I ain't sure when I'll be home."

"What do you mean?" Your voice cracked a little with worry.

"This one's tough," he explained, "slips away every time we come close… it's gonna take a while to catch 'em."

"Oh," you sighed, relief flooding your voice. "So it's not because you're hurt?"

"Aside from a few stinging nettles, I'm fine," he laughed softly. But then there was a vibration sound, and he growled lowly.

"What?" You asked.

"Logan just texted me," he explained, "it's from your social."

"Yeah?" You mused, turning around and letting Zemo pin you against the counter, his hands bracing it tightly as he pressed up against you, welcoming the feeling of one hand in his hair, the other on his jaw. "What'd he say?"

"There's a fucking picture of you," Frank started, "you and Zemo. What the fuck? Are you two-"

"Come on, mein Bärchen, hurry up," Zemo growled, just loud enough for the phone's speakers to pick it up. "I want to kiss you again."

Frank's voice got louder as he repeated the question, "hey, what the fuck?"

Your eyes went wide as you kept your eyes on Zemo, silence following for a minute before you cleared your throat and dared to answer, "don't be mad."

"(y/n), what the fuck?" Frank almost shouted. "You're dating him?"

"Yeah," you breathed out, hanging your head and pressing it against Zemo, welcoming the feeling of his arms around you tightly. "Yeah, we've… we've been doing it for a while…"

"Jesus Christ!" Frank spat. "Y'know what? We'll talk about this when we get back… Jesus Christ…"

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It was painful, waiting for Frank to get back home, but the days and nights that you spent with Zemo more than made up for it; the nights cuddled up watching films, the days sat with him as he read, the afternoons lounging in the garden together. It more than made up for the increasing anxiety over how Frank would react when he got home; but when he did, he was… at peace with it. He stopped being so intimidating and aggressive towards Zemo, he started to laugh and joke with him, he started to open up a little; to say the least, you were so glad of that - your best friend and your boyfriend finally getting along. It was all too good to be true.

And when you, Zemo and Frank met up with Matt Murdock at a local pub, suddenly reality hit.

Matt was always flirtatious with you, he always turned on the charm, and he didn't seem to realise that you and Zemo were actually a couple.

"You smell really good tonight, (y/n)," Matt smiled. "Did you switch from your usual stuff?"

"I did, yeah," you confirmed. "You noticed?"

"I always notice when it comes to you," he replied, chuckling softly. "I bet you look really good, too."

"Excuse me," Zemo cleared his throat as he leaned his forearms on the table and hunched over a little. "I don't like it when you flirt with my partner, Mister Murdock."

Matt tilted his head to the side, the pub lights shining on his red glasses. "Sorry? Who are you?"

"Baron Helmut Zemo," he growled, shaking his head. "(y/n)'s boyfriend."

Matt nodded slowly, daring to laugh a little. "My bad. I didn't realise."

"C'mon, it's just a bit of fun," you shrugged. "Right, Matt?"

"Yeah," he leaned back. "It's just fun."

But Zemo didn't like that, and by the time that you were walking home, leaving Frank and Matt to talk business, he was getting rather possessive; you welcomed it when he pulled you into an alleyway, pinning you between cold bricks and his body, his hands either side of your face as he kissed you harshly, enough to make you moan against him, burying a hand in his hair as the other gripped the front of his shirt to try and pull him closer.

"You're mine," Zemo growled against your lips. "Aren't you?"

"All yours," you panted out, desperate and needy for him; his touch, his kiss, anything. "Only yours, Zemo."

"Good," he praised quietly. "Say it again for me, please?"

"I'm all yours and only yours," you said softly, pressing your forehead against his. "I love you."

"I love you, too, mein Bärchen," he whispered, backing off enough to let you crush yourself against his side. "Shall we go home?"

"Yes."

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