#netflix punisher

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the red means i love you — frank castle

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

warnings: violence! like a lot of violence.. and detailed accounts of said violence, reader goes insane, mentions of murder, trauma, reader is a past widow for the red room, Y/N usage, kidnapping, established relationship, fluff, standard the punisher warnings.

authors note: hii theree! so this one is kind of insane, i may have went just a tad bit overboard, but y’know. thank you anon for this request that this fic is based on! this story is heavily based on the song, ‘the red means i love you’ by madds buckley, so give it a listen if you’d like. much love to you all, i hope you all enjoy this !

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You panted, your hand pulling the machete out of the last man’s chest. Your vision was still hazy, and you didn’t exactly feel like you were in your body.

But, that’s how you always felt when you killed.

As you gathered your bearings, your eyes began to dart around the room— and you realized how many men you had just taken out.

“Motherfucker,” You groaned as the pain began to set in due to the knife that was currently in your thigh. One of them must of done it when you were distracted, and your adrenaline was far too high for you to register it.

You no longer had that problem, it hurt like a bitch. But, you’ve had worse— a lot worse, and you could handle it. So you did was you were trained to do: push the emotions and pain away get the damn job done.

You had to. For Frank.

You see, he was taken by God knows who. You and Frank had no shortage of enemies, so you weren’t exactly sure who you were even invading, but you didn’t care. You knew they had Frank.

You were getting him back. You didn't care how many lives you had to take, you would do it all without second thought.

One of them had his sawed-off shotgun, they tried to shoot you with it. So you knew he was here. You just didn’t know exactly where.

And you’d go through hell and back to get to him.

So with a sharp inhale, you began to walk over to one of your victims, snatching the shotgun from his cold grip. A new sense of rage washed over you when you held the cold metal in your hands— they tried to take Frank from you.

You couldn’t let that stand.

Anger flooded your bloodstream as you began to stalk over to the hallway in front of you, cocking the shotgun along the way. You looked damn insane—you were covered in blood, a knife sticking out your thigh, your machete in one hand and Frank’s shotgun in the other.

One thing was for sure: you were out for fuckin’ blood.

You kicked open the first door you saw with your good leg, and inside were 3 men. Before they could even get a chance to react, you let the first round of bullets fly at one of them, the man dead instantly.

You narrowed your eyes at the two remaining men, putting the machete in your belt, you cocked the shotgun and aimed directly towards them. “Where the fuck is Frank.”

“I–I don’t know what you’re talking about,” One of the men stuttered out.

You scoffed, shooting that same man in the shin. “You think I’m fuckin’ playin’ around? I said, where the fuck is he?! What did you do with Frank?!” You shouted angrily, cocking the gun once more.

The man cried out, falling to his knees as his partner put his hands up in surrender. “He’s in the building..” He murmured, but you could see the man you shot reaching for the gun that the other had so obviously in the back of his pants.

Rolling your eyes, you shot the man who was still unharmed in the head. “Fuckin’ useless. I’ll find him myself.” You muttered to mainly yourself before grabbing your machete once more and stomping over to the last one.

“No, no, no!” He begged, backing away as far as he could from you. “Killing me won’t do anything. You’ll never get through all of us. You and Castle are as good as dead,” He spat and you only gave a sinister smile in return before you dove the machete into his chest.

After he was dead, you took your machete and wiped it clean of the blood before storing it back in your belt. You walked out the room without another thought as you continued your walk down the hallway, Frank’s shotgun tight in your grasp as you pointed it for precaution.

The next room you walked into contained 5 men, and then 3 after you let your itchy trigger finger take over.

3 guns were pointed at you in a instant, and you smirked in delight. "Drop them now!" He nodded towards your weapons. With a smirk still on your face, you let your machete clattered to the ground, but still kept Frank's shotgun in your hand. If you were going to die, you wanted it to happen with at least something that tied to Frank.

Staring them all down, you tried to wait for one of them to make the first strike— but eventually you got bored.

You hit one of the men over the head with the shotgun as you kicked one of the other one’s knee in. Without thinking, you grabbed the knife that was still painfully lodged in your thigh and pulled it out-- causing a sharp roar of pain to leave your lips. And with a menacing stare, you used that very same knife to slash the third man's throat.

In a flash of motions you turned to the next man and shoved the knife into his throat, causing him to stumble back with fearful eyes before dropping dead.

That left the last one that you practically bitch-slapped with the gun. He stared at you with wide, rage filled eyes before he grabbed you by your neck, throwing you into the table next to you. Your now open wound on your thigh got caught on a nail on the way, only tearing it open further. A cry of pure pain left your lips at the act, but you recovered quickly, turning to the man with a evil glare.

You let out a yell as you tackled him to the floor, letting all of your anger out as you brutally laid punch after punch to his face until he was unrecognizable. You let out another broken cry as you left one last hit to his bloodied face.

Ragged breaths left your lips as came back down to reality, shakily standing up. Your knuckles were bruised and cracked, and you knew it would hurt like a bitch later, but as of now, you really didn't care. It would all be worth it in the end. So, without another thought you grabbed your machete and the shotgun and headed out the room.

There was only one room left. It was at the very end of the hallway, and you silently prayed Frank was in there. At this point, after all the people you had just killed and fought— you were fucking tired, and quite frankly; fed the fuck up.

You cocked the gun with nothing in your brain other than bloodlust and kicked open the door harshly. “Where the fuck is he?!” You bellowed as you stormed in, gun raised. You had tunnel vision, seeing nothing over than the targets before you.

8 or 9 men were scattered around the room, and before you knew it bullets were flying everywhere. With wide eyes you dove down for cover behind a fallen table, and on the way down you were grazed by several bullets. Your hand flew up to the blood you felt trickling down your ribs, a low groan leaving your lips. You fought tears of pain as you pulled yourself together, reminding yourself of the goal: Get to Frank.

“Come out, now!” One of them yelled, and it only fueled your anger further.

“Fine.” You growled, standing up and shooting the first two men in front of you. Standing up, you ran to the side of the wall where their bullets couldn’t hit you. You let out a small laugh to yourself— you had to admit, you kind of missed this.

The chaos of it all.

You were raised in the chaos of this— you were brought up in the Red Room, killing people all around the globe. Yelena Belova, one of your fellow past widows, had broken you out some time ago and you tried to give the life up, but it seemed it was in your DNA.

Who were you to fight that?

You shook the thought away just as quickly as it arrived— you had more pressing issues right now.

You pulled the pistol out of your boot, peaking around the corner and picking off 3 men, leaving now 4.

“You fuckin’ crazy bitch!” One of them roared, running at you with a dagger.

“Fuck off!” You screamed back, blocking his attempted strike by grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm, the man now yelling out in pain. He dropped the dagger that was clutched in his hand, while you caught with your free hand, not hesitating to plunge it into his heart.

“Y/N?!” You heard that familiar voice yell, causing you freeze. His call made a soft smile spread across your features, but at the same time ignited that dedication to get to him now.

You grabbed Frank’s shotgun, cocking it and getting your pistol in your other hand. And with a devilish glare, you turned the corner and proceeded to pick off the rest of the men that remained.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you realized they were all dead. Turning on your heel, you ran to room in the back that was connected to the room you had been in, throwing open the door urgently.

“Frank,” You practically whispered. He was bound a chair by chains, his face bruised and bloodied.

“Holy shit.” He murmured, taking in your current state. You didn’t know what you looked like, but you were sure it was nothing short of horrific. You were covered head to toe in a mixture of your own blood and your victim's, wounds and bruises littering your entire body. "Christ, woman, what the fuck happened out there?" He asked with a worried tone.

You aimed your pistol at his chains. “Don’t move.” You spoke gently, yet firm. He nodded, giving you the okay to take the shot. Once you did, he was up and bringing you into his arms almost immediately.

The weapons in your hands clattered to the ground in an instant as you let yourself melt in his arms. You were exhausted. Due to your search for Frank and also just your pure anxiety in being away from him, you had barely slept in the past couple days. That definitely came back to bite you in the ass, and on top of it all, you were in a lot of pain. The kisses Frank was leaving to the side of your head made you feel a lot better, though.

You pulled back just a bit to cup his jaw, your eyes scanning his injuries. “Are you okay?”

He let out a dry chuckle before turning his hand slightly to leave a kiss to your palm. “Baby, you are in no position to be askin’ me that right now.” His hands came up to cradle to your face, and you nestled your face into his palm. "Are you okay?"

You managed to give him a smile. “I'm better now.” You let out a shaky breath. Now that you had found Frank, the pain really began to set in. You wouldn’t let yourself feel all of the pain until you knew you were safe— and you now knew that Frank had you. “They’re all dead.” You told him. "I killed them all."

“Damn,” He licked his lips, staring down at you. “And here I was thinkin’ no one was comin’ for me.”

“You should know by now I’ll always come for you.” You expressed, leaning up to connect your lips. You didn’t care if you were covered in blood, or that Frank had been tied to a chair for 2 days— you missed him.

You loved him. And you would set the world on fire for him.

Once you two pulled apart, he stared into your eyes. “I fuckin’ love you.”

You giggled softly, gazing up at him lovingly. “I love you, Frank.”

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[petertingle-yipyip]

WORLD CLASS SINNER - FRANK CASTLE

one - deja vu

tags: n/a two // masterlist // MAD AT GOD (DD CANON)

welcome back to the MAG universe! this time around we are rolling through the Punisher series. i’m so excited to develop her friendship with Frank and see what happens between her and Billy!

Pairing: Billy x Reader (casual), Frank x Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 5, 728

Summary: Being back in the Kitchen almost immediately pulls her back into a fight. But without Matt, what has she become?

You moved over quickly, using Luke as footing to jump from after he knocked her into a short spin so she faced away from you. You moved in a fluid motion to connect the wires between your wrists as you hooked one leg over her shoulders and jammed the other against her spine. You leaned forward enough to get the wire across her throat before you dropped to land on your feet.

She was quick to flip her sai in her grip and slam it through your thigh. Your leg buckled and she used the chance to free herself, spinning to slam her foot against the side of your head. You fell to your back with a wet thump and you pushed to your elbows, craning your neck to see her weapon skewering your thigh. The red stained tip poked through and any movement sent a sharp pain through your body, eminating deep within your bone. She dared to move closer and you kicked the opposing foot against her chest.

Once that foot landed back on the ground, the pain on the other side made you cry out. You managed to drag yourself to your feet and stood unsteadily, hopping on your good leg to try and maintain balance. You reached awkwardly behind yourself for your staffs, having to connect them quickly and use them as a cane for the moment.

“You’ll die down here with us.” Elektra’s voice taunted you, though she was no where to be seen. “As you should.”

You hobbled in a small circle while you tried to find where the voice was coming from. But there was no one, not even the ghost of footsteps or shuffles to give her away. The rest of your group was gone, as if they never came down with you. Not even the elevator.

Hadn’t they just been there?

The tunnels around you stretched as far as you could see, dripping and collecting small puddles. Your labored breathing filled the silence between drips and you felt something eerily out of place about the whole thing.

“Come on then.” You challenged weakly. A deep breathe before you screamed into the wet darkness. “Come out and kill me!”

“Y/N.” He said calmly and you spun so fast you nearly slipped in the water. But when you glanced down to find your footing, you were in a puddle of blood. All of the water had turned to blood. You closed your eyes tightly and shook your head, assuming it was your own mania creeping in, but when you opened them the sight hadn’t changed.

“This is what you wanted.” He used the same eerily calm tone, even as the ground shook beneath your feet.

“You should’ve left.” You said angrily as the drips began to land on your forehead. “You shouldn’t be here, Matt.”

“Then why didn’t you keep him safe?” Elektra appeared at his side, walking around him like a predator taunting her prey. Her fingers trailed along the back of his shoulders.

But even in the dim light, neither of them looked like themselves. They were soaking wet and it looked it was water on their bodies, but it reflected red once it hit the ground. Their skins were tinted blue, cyanotic to match their puffy lips and swollen bodies. Their eyes were hollow, sunken in and hardly even there. Everytime their mouths open, blood spilled. They looked like corpses that had been left at the bottom of the river for months to decay in silence.

“I tried.” You answered but the sound barely registered.

Your eye suddenly stung and when you reached to wipe it, your hand came back with fresh red blood. The scar above your eye, the deep gash your mask left from your fight with Fisk, was now fresh and seeping into your eye. The scar on your cheekbone stained the lower half of your face. Your chest snapped and the cartilage fell loose and the old cracks in your ribs fell open. One by one, old injuries became fresh again and each one felt like a hit to your stamina, to your strength, until you fell back to your knees.

Elektra appeared in front of you now, reaching with a sadistic smile for her sai that still dripped with your blood. You tried to back away but landed against Matt, who moved quickly to pin you to the ground. You struggled against him, but he leaned more of his weight against you and left you flailing and kicking.

“Matt? Matt, what are you doing?” You said in a panic but your own blood filled your mouth.

Elektra twisted the weapon in your leg and you screamed out, a gurggled sound that nearly choked you. You kicked your other foot at her but it moved through her, as if she was never really there.

“You’ll die. Painfully.” She threatened before a second sai appeared in her hands.

She climbed over your body, knees on either side of your ribs as she lined her weapon with the center of your chest. By then you were crying, hair sticking to your face and thrashing your body under her weight. But she didn’t move. Matt didn’t move. Instead, they offered each other wicked smiles before both looking down at you.

“You could’ve saved me, Y/N/N… Why didn’t you?” Matt asked.

You opened your mouth to answer but before your voice could find you, Elektra’s weapon began to press into your chest.

Breaking the skin earned a whine.

Her jamming the heel of her hand against it to break through your sternum drew a groan.

Her slow, intentional pressure against your heart earned a plead.

“I can fix this.” You tried, barely a whisper above the shattering thuds of collapsing rock.

“If you could’ve…” She said lowly, leaning forward to meet your panicked eyes, dripping blood from her lips. “You would’ve already.”

Your eyes went wide at the wet sound of the sai piercing your heart.

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You shot up in your bed and a hand instantly moved to your cheek. The skin was clear of blood but covered in a layer of sweat. You felt above your brow and found the same. With a small noise of stress, you threw your comforter back and shuffled to the bathroom. A hand was rubbing the center of your chest, haunted by the tip of Elektra’s weapon.

You flipped the light, squinting through it for a minute until your eyes adjusted. You planted both hands against the countertop and leaned in to see the faint lines of scars around your eye. The subtle discolorations that followed the shape of your mask, permanent memories of your time as a vigilante, of that hole deep inside you that you couldn’t quite fill. Quantico had done very little towards that gaping feeling, that hole somewhere too deep for you reach that felt like it would swallow you everyday.

You thought that FBI training, getting away from the Kitchen, would maybe be good for you. It’d be time to breathe, maybe even grieve. But those words didn’t seem to mean anything to you anymore. It just felt like they were adding to that depth, sucking out any remnants of progress you had made.

Maybe coming home wasn’t going to be any better.

You blew out a sigh and splashed your face with cold water, a contrast to the heat that seemed to live in your blood now. You felt warm, everywhere you went. No matter the temperature outside, you were boiling inside. But if someone were to touch your skin, they’d never know.

That was who you were now. Not Y/N. Not even Exodus. You were someone else. Someone with Y/N’s memories and tendencies, with Exodus’ mania and skills, but other things were left unaccounted for. Who’s morals did you maintain? Who’s relationships were important?

Who’s heart beat in your chest? Who’s blood was in your veins?

But if you thought about it too long, Matt’s voice would creep into your thoughts. Random things he had told you throughout the time you knew him. Empty promises he made to Exodus. Honest sentiment he gave to Y/N. The last words you heard him say.

You shoved those thoughts to a deep corner of your mind as you headed back to the living room. The chest in the closet seemed to call out to you. The chest full of boxing memorabilia pertaining to Matt’s father, some of his own collection and some you were able to add for him, one of his bibles, and the false bottom that allowed him to hide his suit.

The suit that would never be there again.

You sighed and shook your head before heading to your bedroom to find clothes for the day. You might as well get ready since you knew your mind wasn’t going to let you sleep again anytime soon.

Wasting as much time as you could, you got ready and headed out into the city. You had been back from Quantico for about a week and you were trying to settle back into the Kitchen, but the nightmare of Midland haunted you every night. It was a little different everytime, sometimes the words they spoke to you changed and once it was Matt that killed you with your own blade, but it always the same premise. The three of you, everything coated in blood, and you died.

It was either your conscious gnawing at you and refusing to let you escape, even in sleep, or it was the universe telling you that death would find you. Either way, it never left your mind.

As you were out, you saw Matt in every face. Everywhere you went, you saw him. You almost called his name a few times until you got a better look and remembered he was dead. It felt like you were losing yourself in the grief, in the hopes that it was all a bad dream. Maybe you were still dreaming?

But then someone bumped your shoulder walking by and you knew you weren’t. Weeks had passed and you still couldn’t fully stomach the fact that he was gone. In your mind, you just wanted him there and he was everywhere but nowhere all at once.

You were wandering your usual streets, fighting through the relentless deja vu, stopping at one of the few lunch spots you missed, and ended up at the only building you thought could help. It was one of the few places you didn’t avoid prior to your time away, and now, maybe it was the only chance to cool the blaze under your skin. To fill the hole.

You walked in with a shaky breath and found Father Lantom outside the confessional, talking to one of the nuns with hushed urgency. But as you approached, he sent the nun away and turned to you with a small but welcoming smile. He gestured to the small, private conversation box and you simply nodded. He stepped inside first and you followed suit into your side about a minute later.

“Good to have you back.” Father Lantom said after a short silence. “How was your training?”

“Good, yeah, it was good.” You answered simply. “Dex said everything went really well so now it’s just waiting for approval or something, I don’t really remember…”

“It was quick.”

“Yeah, it was a specialty.. Accelerated… Accelerated program.” Your eyes fell and you noticed you were wringing your fingers. Since when did you do that? “Look, Father, I don’t know if there’s something I’m supposed to say to start this but…”

“Whatever you need to say, Y/N.” He offered genuinely. “Whenever you’re ready to say it.”

“I keep having this nightmare, Elektra and Matt and me. Under Midland and we all die together… Usually El does it but Matt’s done it too, killed me. And I thought being away would make it easier. But it feels worse… I can’t sleep. I hardly eat. I just feel empty.”

“Have you ever felt anything like this before?”

“When I was younger, when I realized what I was going to have to do in the Red Room. I didn’t feel like a person…”

“Hmm..”

“But then I got out and out of nowhere I meet Matt and suddenly… It was like my heart was beating in my chest for the first time.” You couldn’t fight the sad smile that stretched your lips. “Now, it’s like anytime I think about him, my heart can’t beat. It’s just there, weighing down my chest like a rock.”

“When Matt would first tell me about his night activities, he was so twisted up about some of the things he found.” He spoke carefully, treading a fine line between breaking the seal of confession and finding the details that he hoped would offer you comfort. “Some of the things he had seen, what some people in this town were capable of…”

“People like me?”

“No. He never spoke unkindly about you, even before he knew.”

That seemed to fill the hole a little but the blaze remained.

“Yeah, he wasn’t the type…” You sniffled. “Were you able to help him?”

“What I offered wasn’t the help he needed. I could offer bible verses and quotes to him every day, but he knew them all. He knew the stories and the psalms as easy as he knew his way here.”

“So what’d you say?”

“I told him to listen to his heart, because his had always been good. Angry and hurt, yes, but also good.”

“I’ve never felt this alone.” You spoke, a distance in your voice as you stared at the wood door in front of you. “I’ve been left before, by others and by my own choice. I’ve sabotaged my life to a point where I had to be alone and I’ve sacrificed my lifestyle to protect people around… I don’t want to feel this again.”

“Feeling these kinds of things is what makes us human.”

“Yeah..” You nodded, finding the familiar mental ledge that could take it all away. That could turn it all off so it didn’t matter, that would let Y/N rest. All you had to do… Was give her… A little push. “Maybe that humanity is the issue.”

“Guilt is a good thing.. It’s a soul’s call to action, the innate feeling that something is wrong. The only way to rid yourself of it is to correct your mistakes.”

“Correct my mistakes…” You repeated slowly. “I can’t correct this one… Not the way I’d need to. But I know how to get rid of these feelings.”

“Y/N?” He asked quickly and the concern was palpable in his voice.

“Thanks, Father… It’s been nice catching up.”

And with that, you left the church. You took a deep breathe when you stepped out, the crisp New York air hitting you as soon as you stepped out. There was something freeing in that breath. The heat still blazed with every beat of your stoned heart, leaving a trail of warmth through your veins. The hole still lived in your soul but now you fed it, all the sorrow and despair and loneliness was shoved into the hole. It didn’t fill it by any means, but it satisfied it enough that it wouldn’t swallow you whole. It allowed you to live, and for now that was enough.

The rest of your day was relatively uneventful. You went home for a while and did some reorganzing. You cleaned up some of Matt’s leftover belongings that you were unable to touch before. You even started a pile of things that you figured you should donate. Someone else in the Kitchen could probably use some of those suits.

You took down some photos and put them in the closet with his chest. You even took down that painting from the art gallery you bought. It was the red one Vanessa had showed you. You bought it because you had liked it. It made you think of the Man in the Mask and how turbulent your relationship was but now that he was gone, it was just another token of a dead life. So you shoved it away as well.

You cleaned some of the things you had been neglecting and began to feel like you were actually getting some sort of normalcy back. It wasn’t the normalcy that Matt would’ve wanted for you. You could recognize that, but you never expected to have that anyway. You never had the normalcy he wanted for you when he wasn’t around, so you felt no requirement to find it now that he was gone. And maybe you owed it to his memory to live a real life, live a life of peace, but that was never part of you.

It was later that night when you realized what day it was.

Curtis’ support group for veterans.

You were always welcomed there, ever since you started with Anvil. He never made you talk but the option was always there. And you did, occasionally, if only to shut down one of the other guys. There was a certain respect from Curtis that you didn’t find in other people. He knew you were from an ‘elite covert kill squad’ since childhood but he didn’t ask other questions. He didn’t need to know everything to know that you were lost. It was refreshing and you liked to stay after official sessions to talk about whatever you were thinking or feeling.

But glancing at the time, it was too late for that. So you shrugged it off and decided you’d go next time. At least to say hello to an old friend, the least judgemental one you had left. Instead, you decided you’d go to the bookstore and add to your to-be-read collection while continuing to ignore texts from everyone that knew you.

It wasn’t long until alleged vigilantism found it’s way to you. That next morning, stories of an assault at a construction zone hit your ears. Bodies found under fresh concrete with more blunt force injuries than they should’ve had. Then, estimated to be a few hours later, a hit against a prominent crime family.

It had a familiarity to it that you couldn’t quite place, but it gave you an odd sense of comfort. There was the haunt of concern in your bones, as if you worried that there was something left unanswered within you, but Matt took that part with him. When he died, so did that part of you that wanted to do something good. That wanted to help the neighborhood you loved. You liked the fact that someone else was handling it for you, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t vaguely set off an old itch that liked to be scratched. An old manic, sadistic, worrisome itch that could easily spiral to a full blown bloodbath.

So instead, you carried on with your day. You went to the grocery store to refill your fridge and your pantry. You bought some new clothes, more fitting for an FBI agent, and got some plastic totes to put away some of Matt’s things. The things you didn’t want to look at but couldn’t quite bring yourself to get rid of.

While you were out, you decided to stop by an old warehouse. You weren’t even sure if he would be there, but it was the only starting point you had. You knocked lightly on the door before heading inside, watching the corners and dark shadows carefully.

“Melvin.” You called out when you saw the vague shape of a man sweeping in the corner. “I just wanna talk.”

“Whoever you are, I don’t talk.” He said sharply, coming into full view with a wrench gripped tightly in his hands. “Just go on back the way you came and this never happened.”

“We had a mutual friend.” You said simply, lifting your head a little. “Our Man in the Mask.”

“Shit.” He breathed, slowly dropping the wrench. “I uh, heard he’s gone… That true?”

“Yeah. Your suit protected him from a lot but couldn’t withstand a falling building.”

“Shit.” He said again.

“Mmm.” You agreed. “I came to ask you for something. A vest. Clean lines, simple build. Something I can wear daily, under my normal clothes.”

“Guess that makes you Exodus, huh?” He broke into a small smile that didn’t last. “Sorry but I don’t do that anymore.”

“Yeah, I figured… Neither do I, not really. Ever since Red went down, I…” You took a deep breath. “I got a good job lined up, just need a little something.”

He sighed heavily and turned to the ceiling before facing you again.

“I’ll do you a favor, just this once cause your friend always kept his word. But don’t expect anything else.” He said firmly, pointing a finger at you.

“One and done.” You nodded.

“Alright.. Ah jeez, okay. Your measurements the same? Red and black still?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” You looked at your arms and chest. “And uh, no. No red.”

“C’mon.” He guffawed. “You and Daredevil were partners. You don’t want anything to remember him?”

“Just do whatever.” You shrugged. “How much?”

“It’s on me. I never charged your buddy so… Just gimme a day or two. I’ll get you something nice.”

“I appreciate it.” You offered a smile, though you didn’t quite mean it. “Thanks, Melvin.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved you off. “Don’t ask me for nothing. Alright? I mean it.”

“I get it.” You insisted as you backed towards the door. “Looking forward to it.”

Later that day, not long after you had unloaded all of your groceries, a hard knock sounded at your door. You ignored it, assuming it was just your friends coming to see if you were home yet. Either that, some kids screwing around, or it was just someone from your past coming to kill you. Who exactly was out to get you at that point, you weren’t sure, but there were enough skeletons in your closet that hadn’t fallen out yet. So you went about your business until the door flew open and someone rushed in.

Calmly, you grabbed the gun you tucked between the fridge and wall and turned to face whoever was in your apartment. You gripped it comfortably and cleared your throat, seeing them turn with a sharp gasp. Your brows raised expectantly and Karen’s hands shot up instantly.

“God, Y/N, you scared me.” She breathed before covering a hand to her chest. “How long have you been back?”

“How often do you come into my apartment?” You asked instead, lowering the gun but not putting it down.

“I just-” She tried to explain but her eyes kept falling to the gun. “Can you put that down, please?”

“Don’t trust me anymore?” You raised your brows before tucking the gun into the back of your waistband. “Answer my question.”

“Has he reached out to you?” She asked instead.

“I’m not playing games, Karen. If you have something to tell me, then spit it out and get out of my apartment. If you only came here to fuck around…”

“Frank.” She said quickly. “Frank’s back.”

“Explains the news.” You tilted your head in acknowledgement. “What’d he come to you for?”

“Something about some Micro, a guy that came after him recently. Knows who he is, that he’s alive.”

“Micro… This guy have a real name?”

“David Lieberman, NSA analyst that is officially shot dead by Homeland Security a year ago.”

“Only he’s not.” You nodded. “Okay. Where’s Frank now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Is he going after Lieberman?” You closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead, weighing the pros and cons of you getting involved.

“Probably… But Frank said he’s a- He’s a spook. How would he find him?”

“Well, he wouldn’t go for him directly, but someone that knows him or is relevant to him just might work to draw him out. What other names did you work out?”

“Carson Wolf got the whole story cut, could be something there.”

“Probably.. Name sounds familiar.” You felt the scales tilting back and forth in your brain. “Why did you come and tell me about this?”

“Because I-” She hesitated, as if she had just noticed your reaction. “He doesn’t really seem like he wants me involved.”

“So you want me to go run into a fight I know nothing about?” You dropped your hand against your leg with a smack and opened your eyes. “Don’t you think if Frank wanted my help, he would’ve came to me himself?”

“Maybe he didn’t know where to find you.” She offered, clearly searching for anything to convince you.

“Or maybe he didn’t care enough to find me.” You countered with a shrug. But seeing the desperation in her eyes, feeling the plead in her bones, you sighed heavily. “I’ll think about it… I’ll look into Lieberman, maybe there’s a wife or siblings or something. And this Wolf guy, I think I heard his name around Quantico so I guess I can pull some strings in that direction.”

“Thank you.” She let out a sharp exhale, as if she had been holding her breath for your response. “Have you told Foggy you’re back?”

“No.” You turned away to busy yourself in your kitchen. “Haven’t told anyone.”

“I’m sure he’d love to see you.” She tried gently. You noticed the hesitation in her words and realized she was walking on eggshells, completely unsure of how stable you were. “Or at least hear from you.”

“The last conversation we had was an argument.” You admitted, though your voice lacked the remorse it should’ve had and it was too late to add it in now. “And he flinched away from me… He told me that if I wanted to get myself killed, I was more than welcome to as long as I didn’t try to blame anyone other than myself for it.”

Her mouth opened and closed in silence, like she was chomping at the air while she tried to find a response. Finally, her voice found her and it was the same response you expected.

“He had to have still been in shock.”

“He had more than enough time to get over it.”

“I know he wouldn’t say that to you and mean it.” She reasoned.

“Yeah, just like Matt never would’ve said half of what he said to me during the Castle trial, right?” Your brows raised in accusation and you saw her expression drop. “Yeah, sometimes pain or shock bring out what people really mean.”

“Y/N-”

“Doesn’t matter.” You cut in firmly. “Next time you see Frank, ask him if he wants my help. In the meantime, I’ll poke around and start building some intel.”

“Thanks.” She forced a tight smile. “And I’ll talk to Foggy, if you want me to.”

You simply shrugged.

“He’s one of your best friends, isn’t he?” She asked gently, scared for what your answer would be.

“Most of the people I’ve called friends have grown to hate me for one reason or another… I guess I always knew I’d add Foggy to that list one of these days.” You answered flatly.

“C’mon, Y/N.” She tried again.

“Better that than dead… You can go now.”

With a small gesture of defeat, she left. And you wondered if you were going to regret getting involved.

Some quick research into Lieberman showed he did leave a family behind, a wife and two kids. You had no intentions of hurting them but should there be a need, you had blackmail material. He was allegedly shot dead by Homeland after resisting arrest. There was nothing about why he was wanted by Homeland, nor was there anything about his career. But he was NSA, so there should’ve been something other than a passing mention.

That all just meant someone wanted it to go away, and that someone was likely this Carson Wolf character.

You thought about going over to the address you could find for Sarah Lieberman but you assumed Frank would’ve been there already. And two unfamiliar visitors in one day would’ve triggered some sort of concern in the wife, who you had to assume was helping hide her undead husband until you knew otherwise. Instead, you wrote down the address and looked into Carson Wolf. You found that he was one of the higher ups at Homeland Security. It was an interesting connection that you’d have to poke at later.

With a little digging, you also found some information on the construction site incident. There was a feature on the company’s webpage about a new employee, which was asterisked as inactive the day after the bodies were found. There was no picture on the page but you could only assume that Pete Castiglione was the one and only, Frank Castle.

You decided to get out of the house and headed out to get something to drink. You passed by Josie’s and thought about going in. But when you reached the door, you were hit with one of many memories of you and Matt in that place so you had to pass. You passed other bars as you wandered and none really seemed inviting. Eventually, your feet grew tired of aimlessly moving so you settled on a bar you had been to with Billy a few times. Low and behold, Billy was already there.

You felt his eyes following you as you passed by, taking a seat at the bar a few seats down. You ordered your drink and when it came out, you spun the liquid around the glass, listening vaguely to Billy talking about his service and Frank.

The woman kept asking questions pertaining to Frank and their conversation held your interest. Without making it obvious, you noted what she was asking.

Did he get dirty? Could he have been involved in drugs over there?

But why ask questions about a dead man? Who was she?

The gears in your brain were turning when you heard Billy’s question.

“So you’re single?” He asked, clear flirting in his tone. Your head cocked slightly and your brow raised, noticing he was already looking at you for a reaction. He laughed and tilted his bottle towards you but you simply smiled and shook your head.

He went back to his flirting and you rolled your eyes slightly at his next remark. But you did hear a name.

Special Agent Madani.

You could tell she was either going to be one hell of an obstacle or one hell of an ally.

You watched her leave and then decided to slide into her seat.

“Billy Russo, always the player.” You teased with a sly smile and he grinned. “How’ve you been? Lonely?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” He said happily. “And here I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Well, Quantico was fun but I got bored.” You shrugged playfully. “Knew everything they wanted to teach me.”

“Yeah, I bet you did..” He nodded, never dropping that sly smile. “Bet you made one hell of an impression too.”

“Don’t I always?”

“Yes, you do… Y’know, I missed you.”

“You did not.” You scoffed lightly, gesturing to the bartender for a second drink. “Judging by your latest visitor.”

“Ah, I see what this is.” He chuckled. “You’re jealous.”

“In your dreams, Russo.” You rolled your eyes with an amused smile. “Who was that anyways? She was asking a lot of questions…”

“Dinah Madani.” He answered simply. “Homeland agent that brought a team through Anvil earlier.”

“Homeland, huh?” You turned towards the door even though she was long gone. “Interesting…”

“Why?”

When you didn’t answer, he reached for your chin and turned your face towards him.

“What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?” His eyes darted between yours as he tried to figure you out, but you knew he never would. Not in any way that would mean anything.

“Just curious why a Homeland agent is asking about a dead man is all…” You shrugged. “And it’s a pattern.”

“Oh, it’s a pattern.” He said with a nod, acting as if it explained everything. “What does the pattern tell you?”

“That you like women in power.” You answered plainly. “Me, now in the FBI and everything else I’ve done. Madani, in Homeland with what I would assume is solid standing. Next thing you know, you’re gonna bed a senator.”

“I’ll still come back to my best girl.” He smiled, tapping under your chin with a click of his tongue.

“Yeah, like there was any competition.” You chuckled.

“When’d you get back?” He nodded towards you, decidingly dropping your previous conversation topic.

“Week ago. I thought about coming by, decided not to.” A slight shrug of your shoulder.

“Why not?” He almost sounded hurt.

“Just tired. Needed sound time to settle in.”

“Yeah?” He leaned in slightly and raised his brows. “How about we spend some quality time tonight then, hmm? You got any other plans?”

“Hmm.” The corner of your mouth lifted to a small smile. “I’ll have to check my schedule, Mr. Russo.”

He clicked his tongue and leaned back, wagging his finger at you with an amused smirk of his own. “I missed hearing you say that, pretty lady.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You nodded and sipped your drink.

You spent a little while longer drinking with Billy, catching up and teasing each other playfully. It was almost enough for you to forget what you had been asked earlier that night, to involve yourself in Frank’s latest crusade that he likely expected to cover on his own. Finding Frank would’ve been easy enough if you had a general direction to go in, but where could be? Would he be going after Micro or would he be taunting Micro to go after him again?

If this guy was as much a spook as Karen’s been led to believe, it wouldn’t be easy to draw him out. But knowing Frank, he would find a way to pull him out of his hidey-hole. Which meant you could follow your own leads tonight and potentially meet him, or you could worry about it tomorrow and waste a night with an old fling.

Billy was tempting… And Frank would be fine for one more night, wherever he was.

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Untouchable (Billy Russo)

A/N: My first attempt at a soft angsty Billy Russo fic. Plus I'm a sucker for angst and unrequited love.... so I just couldn't help myself with this. Hope you enjoy lovelies.

I also have enough already written for a part 2 if anyone is interested!

Words: Far too many.... I'm far to wordy for my own good.

Pairing: Billy Russo X OFC

Warning: Angsty feelings, Billy being soft and adorable when he isn't being obtuse

She wasn't sure when her feelings had slowly turned from platonic friendship to harboring feelings towards one of her best friends. There was a part of her that wished she remembered exactly when the change happened, when the shift in her mindset had taken hold of her conscious thoughts. Maybe then she could figure out what Billy had done the day that sealed her fate. 

Was it that time in sixth grade when she had tripped down the stairs at school and he had been the only one to stop and make sure she was ok. Helping her collect the binders and papers that flew everywhere in the chaos. Or had it been when he started leaving gentle touches on her skin in passing. A brush of his hand against her wrist, his fingers pushing her hair away from her face when they lounged on the couch together when he returned home on leave. Perhaps she had been fooling herself this whole time and Billy always held her heart in his hand in some sort of way. 

Billy Russo was quite the character, much different then he was as an awkward teenager when the two of them first met. Now he was the charming, painfully attractive, CEO of Anvil and had just that air of danger surrounding him that had women flocking to his side in droves. He could have any woman he wanted, and he did on many occasions. All he had to do was flash that devilishly handsome smile and they were all like putty in his hands. 

Which is what he was currently doing now, flashing that brilliant smile of his as he wandered around the party. A gaggle of women trailing behind him, hanging on every last word that came out of his damn mouth. She would never be on par with any of those girls, and she definitely wasn't about to try either. Mattie knew her place in the hierarchy of attractiveness, and it was somewhere teetering on the verge of plain Jane and homely. Depending on the day and the lightning she swayed in one direction or the other. 

"You're doing that thing again." A voice from beside her broke her free from the self deprecating thoughts she found herself drowned in. Tilting her head she noticed Curtis sitting beside her, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. 

"What thing?" She asked before grabbing her glass of champagne and downing what little was left. It was terrible, certainly not the high priced liquor the people attending this type of event expected. But Mattie never turned down free booze.

"Torturing yourself." He reached out and took the glass from her and set it down next to himself. Fingers drumming at the base of the intricately blown champagne flute. "You could, I don't know, tell him how you feel?"

Curtis was good, too good at reading people. His years as a counselor made it incredibly hard to get anything by him. His eyes were always watching, taking in people's moods and body language. It was quite the party trick if it wasn't pointed directly at yourself. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Curtis." Mattie smirked, playing stupid with his pointed accusation. Much like she always did when he brought the topic up.

Quirking a brow up in utter disbelief, Curtis tilted his head in the direction he had watched Billy wander off too. A herd of money hungry women were more than likely following closely behind the exceptionally dressed man. Afterall the news headlines before this event were wild with the notion Billy was the most eligible bachelor in the city now.

"Look Ms Masochist, I was just stating an obvious end to,” leaning over towards her, Curtis used his knuckles to rap on her thick skull gently, "whatever you have going on in that head of yours."

"You mean daydreaming?" She huffed dramatically, as she pulled his hand away from her head and placed it down on top of the table. Her fingers squeezing his hand reassuringly before letting go. "I appreciate the concern Curtis, I really do, bu-"

"But?" He added in before she could finish her sentence. His eyes panning her face with a quizzical gaze, taking in the subtle shift of her lips and the quiet sadness radiating from behind her own eyes. "Billy really cares about you, Mattie. Kid will not shut up about what you two get up to when he stops by the meetings. Even got some of the other guys invested in your little adventures. You really think he'd not give you a chance?" 

"Give who a chance?" 

Mattie internally cringed when she heard Billy's all too familiar voice, her eyes only drifting in the direction after a few moments of staring Curtis down. A silent threat looming behind her eyes that told him if he opened his big mouth she was about to be charged with murder and she didn't particularly care.

"The weird champagne." Mattie attempted to recover, picking up the bottle the cocktail waitress had left behind earlier. "Curtis says it tastes like static." Holding it out to him, she gave the bottle a jiggle hoping he'd take it from her. "Didn't you, Curtis?" Using her leg that was hidden under the table she kicked his foot, trying to get him to play along. 

"Yep, static." He agreed, noting it was easier to play along then have Mattie angry with him. The girl could hold a grudge worse than Frank, so that was saying something. 

Mattie watched as Billy furrowed his brows in confusion, taking the bottle apprehensively from her grasp, clearly not expecting the conversation she had just forced with Curtis. But she decided not to push her luck and quickly rose from the table. "Now that you're here, and not being hunted for sport by those women, I just want to say congrats on the award." Grabbing her small canvas bag from the edge of the chair, before pushing her seat back underneath the table. 

"It's truly amazing they even let you over here, Russo." Curtis stated from behind her.

Mattie sighed softly, knowing exactly what Curtis was referring to. Whether it was a party or all of them casually at the bar, they were always on some form of borrowed time. Before some skinny little number came walking up in her barely there outfit, inserting herself in whatever conversation that was going on to get Billy's undivided attention. It got so bad, Frank started ignoring anyone who walked up to the table, including the waitresses. He put all his drink orders through Karen, the saint of a woman she is.

"I told them I'd be back." Billy shrugged nonchalantly, looking over his shoulder with a smug grin tugging at his lips. Mattie followed his line of sight, seeing the trove of women clustered together, waiting on bated breath for him to make his way back towards them. 

"Well I'm headed out then." Mattie took this opportunity to reach up and hug Billy goodbye. It must have caught him slightly off guard because his hand instinctively wrapped around her waist, keeping her securely in place. "I have work tomorrow, and I really need to get out of this get up. Its fucking uncomfortable." She gestured to the too tight black dress she had underneath one of her studded leather jackets. She had tried to leave the house in her usual jeans and sweatshirt, but Karen had stopped her dead in her tracks. Showing up at her door unannounced, knowing Mattie would try to get away with the bare minimum for this event. 

Before Mattie even opened the door Karen barged in, turned her right back around and forced her into an outfit Mattie detested for the most part. Even the shoes, a pair of black leather booties she had bought years ago and never wore, were cutting off the circulation to her feet. 

 "Didn't you just get here?" He drew his attention back to Mattie, arm still wrapped around her waist almost possessively. Billy's obsidian eyes locking with her own, the blackness of them always drawing her in like a moth to a flame. 

"Yes she did, our anti-socialite here is trying to get out before all those boring acceptance speeches." Cutis' voice pulled Mattie out of her slight daze. Allowing her to slip from Billy's grip and take a few steps back. 

"I don't belong here, you know that. Billy asked if I'd come and I did, my end of the bargain was held up." Mattie chuckled softly, remembering those few weeks back when Billy practically begged her to attend the party for a bit. She agreed only if she was allowed to sneak out when things got too much for her to handle. Crowds were never really her thing, especially crowds of people who she didn't know. 

"I'll walk you to your car then." Billy shoved his hands in the pockets of his perfectly tailored slacks, shuffling his Louis Vuitton shoe against the marble floor. 

Raising her brow in question, Mattie looked at Billy like he had grown three heads. She searched his face for a moment, trying her best to read his dark eyes, wondering what had gotten into him tonight suddenly. He never willingly walked away from his strategic game of cat and mouse he played when he was in the mood for some pussy. Perhaps he had already secured his evening's closing act, and didn't feel the need to prowl like a hungry cat anymore. 

"If you insist." She shrugged her shoulders, before looking over and waving her goodbye to Curtis. She would have to ask him at the next meeting how the rest of the party went. Get all the juicy gossip about which guest got the drunkest and made an absolute fool of themselves. 

The two of them secretly already took bets on the woman with the cherry red lipstick and dressed in the all white evening gown. She had been stumbling around, laughing at her own reflection in several of the mirrors the venue had when Curtis and her had rode up in the elevator before this shindig even started. The look the two of them gave one another was of shared amusement and Mattie knew Curtis would keep a tab on the alabaster woman. 

"So what were you and Curtis really talking about?" Billy casually asked, pulling Mattie from her thoughts. 

"Champagne." She didn't miss a beat, knowing he was prying for the truth. Billy was too smart for his own good, but Mattie knew when he was fishing for answers. One of the perks of being friends for so long, his tells were more obvious to her. 

"You and I both know that isn't true. So would you like to try that again?" Just as easily as she read him, Billy could read her. Picking up on the small tells she gave off when she lied. 

Huffing an amused laugh, Mattie thought about how she'd rather have teeth pulled from her skull then tell him any of that conversation. She wasn't about to risk a life long friendship over some stupid crush she continued to harbor, despite her trying so very hard to get over it.

Billy Russo didn't play the relationship game well, pulling away from any and everyone who wanted more than a fuck buddies status. She was actually surprised she managed to stay in his life so long with his fear of commitment, but then again she had been there from the beginning. And Billy never looked at her with the thought of a relationship, she probably wasn't even fuckable in his eyes. Which classified her in with his family, his brothers, like Frank and Curtis. 

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you I'm afraid." She joked, diverting his attention away from the current direction the conversation was headed. 

Smirking devilishly, Billy shook his head at her antics. "Fine, but I'll figure it out. I have my ways."

"Karen doesn't count, you know." Using her elbow, Mattie nudged him in his side gently. Wiggling her brows at him, knowing full well he was gonna run to Karen for answers. "Plus she has nothing to do with this." It was true, Karen wasn't privy yet to Matties feelings towards Billy. But the woman was hot on the trail, her journalism background making it all too easy to put pieces together. 

"If you say so." He shrugged his shoulders, before motioning for her to follow him across the dance floor.

Their playful bickering quickly died down as they continued to walk. She felt his hand hover behind the small of her back, as he led her through the crowd of people mingling about. He gave a few obligatory waves, to what she assumed were high end clients of his as they made their way towards the elevators. All the while Mattie tried to ignore the pointed stares from a group of gorgeously dressed women who they passed by. Their eyes burning a hole into the back of her head, one large enough that Mattie subconsciously shrank in on herself. Pulling the edges of her leather jacket closed in a lame attempt to shield herself from their judgmental gaze.

Mattie was used to this happening, it came with the territory of being Billy's friend sometimes. Except she never got accustomed to the looks of pure hatred or disgust when their eyes panned from Billy to her. It bothered her more than it should have, but she'd never admit that to anyone. Especially not to Billy. 

Mattie didn't realize she'd been staring blankly at the lit up elevator button before she heard Billy speak again. So engrossed in her thoughts, oblivious to the world around her, that she barely remembered how they came to be standing at the elevator doors. "You look pretty tonight." He reached up from beside her and tugged on the few loose strands of hair that fell from behind her ear. Trying to draw her attention up to him. "Who knew Mattie could clean up so well." He chuckled playfully. 

"Yeah, who knew." She sighed, shifting her bag onto her shoulders. Tightening the straps as she looked up and watched their distorted reflections slowly disappear as the elevator doors opened. 

"Billy, there you are! I have been wandering all over this place looking for you." Mattie tipped her head towards the femaine voice that shouted out from behind them. Her eyes instantly landing on a dark haired woman in a figure flattering, red strapless dress, with heels that would certainly kill Matties ankles if she ever tried them on. 

The woman instinctually snaked her arm around his waist, inserting herself between the two of them. Staking her claim, on a man who probably wouldn't even call her back in the morning. Billy was ever the player, and very few of his hookups evolved past the first night, the commitment phobe he was. The lady was delusional if she thought she could change him, be the female in Billy's life that would finally tame the man enough to settle him down. 

Mattie cautiously watched as she smiled sweetly up at Billy, batting her fake eyelashes, as if it would bring him to his knees before her. Then swiftly turned to give Mattie a scrutinizing once over. Her pretentious nose held up and a possessiveness darkened  her eyes the longer she stared. 

"I told you, just like everyone else, that I'd be back." Even from here Mattie heard the annoyance laced in Billy's words. Though it appeared that fact was completely lost on the woman.

"She must not have gotten the memo then either." The snark in the woman's voice was enough for Mattie to want to roll her eyes so hard she wouldn't be able to see straight for weeks. But she held it together, knowing Billy's award party was not the place to act so immaturely, no matter how much she desperately wanted to. 

After all, his clients and potential clients lined the room. People that had more money and power then Mattie would ever have, even if she managed to sell her soul to the devil for those two things exclusively. Last thing she wanted was to be blamed for a deal gone bad because she made a dramatic show when she should have just sucked it up and let the woman's condescending words run off her back. 

"I was walking Mattie out, now if you'll excuse us." He made an attempt to push her away, but the woman clung on for dear life instead. Wrapping her arms tighter around his waist in protest.

"So this is Mattie, huh?" The fake smile that pulled slowly across the woman's face could have won her a well deserved Oscar. "Billy here," she lifted her free hand and gently patted his chest playfully, "just cannot stop talking about what the two of you get up to. He almost had me believing you were one of his buddies from the Marines." 

"Nope, just an old friend." Mattie calmly stated, keeping her words curt. 

"I was worried there for a split second, but Billy doesn't quite appear to be your type. Now does he?" It was the smugness that punched Mattie in the gut, knocking the air out of her lungs. Chest tightening as her anxiety once again spiked higher than any building new york had to offer. 

At this point Mattie knew where this was headed, some backhanded compliments and a few fake words of endearment, that frankly she wasn't in the mood for tonight. However, her escape route of the elevator was no longer accessible. The doors had shut since so much time had passed.

Not taking her eyes away from them, Mattie hit the call button a bit overzealously, the smack of her skin against the metal button loud enough it caught the attention of a few people nearby. "Never thought about it. Like I said, he's just a good friend." Mattie nervously tapped the toe of her boot against the marble floor, desperately wanting the elevator doors to open up and save her from whatever was happening. 

"I'm sure you think that." The woman chuckled.

Mattie slammed her hand on the call button once more. Wanting to get out of there and away from the woman. It had been awhile since one of his floozys grew a pair and came after her for being so close to Billy. Laying the seeds of doubts in Matties head, not that she needs much to push her over the edge in that direction of thought. It however was new that someone did it in front of him, so openly and blatant. They were usually much more passive aggressive, cornering her in a bathroom or just giving her the stare down from across the room. 

Mattie didn't give Billy a chance to respond, or worse take the side of the woman, the ding of the elevator doors instantly had her stepping inside. Running away from problems was her forte afterall. "Have a great night, Billy, and congrats on the award again." Mattie gave an awkward little wave before slamming the close door button. 

"Christ, Matt..." She watched as Billy pulled the woman's arms off him, and rushed towards the elevator doors. "Wait, will you…" 

Thankfully they closed before he could stop them. Instead she watched Billy's figure disappear behind the reflective metal, before taking a step back to lean against the handrail and heaved a heavy sigh. Her hand coming up and running down her face in exasperation. It was no wonder why Frank ignored these women, they were all insufferable. 

*******

It didn't take her long to make her way to the parking garage, weaving her way up the ramps until she got to the floor she parked on. In truth she was in no rush to get home, remembering the long trek up the twelve flights of stairs to her apartment she more than likely had. 

There was a newly wed couple a few floors below her that enjoyed hitting the emergency stop while they got all hot and heavy inside. First of all, it gave her the absolute creeps and she refused to touch anything with her bare hands when she stepped inside the damn elevator anymore. Secondly, it would not surprise her one bit if she walked into her complex and the elevator was off at this time of night.

Maybe she would swing by Karen's and crash the night on the couch. She always had a stash of clothes in her closet and Karen had never turned her away before. Not to mention Frank was more than likely still up at this hour, which would mean someone would hear her if she knocked on the door. 

Deciding that was the best course of action, Mattie reached around and shifted her bag onto her side. Allowing her to dig through the worthless contents until her fingers grazed her phone that had sank to the bottom. 

"I was starting to think I was at the wrong car?" 

With the night so quiet and the concrete garage muffling the noises from the city, the voice that called out made her jump slightly. Causing her to fumble with her phone, dropping it to the ground after a few failed attempts to catch it. 

For a brief moment Mattie was all but certain she was going to be murdered and end up on one of those true crime shows she had become addicted to. Girl alone in a parking garage, late at night, no one around to hear her? However, when she looked up she saw Billy leaning against the side of her Jeep. Arms crossed over his chest as he stared at her, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. 

"Well I thought I was gonna be murdered, so I guess we were both wrong." She sighed to herself as she leaned over and picked up her phone. Giving it a quick once over, noticing the corner of her screen now had a huge crack in it. "What are you doing out here anyways? Don't you have a party… I mean women to woo?" Standing up, she shoved her phone back into her bag. 

Quirking an eyebrow up, Billy pushed off the side of her car. "Why? Someone jealous?"

And there he was, the Billy she never really cared for. The one shot of tequila to many, overtly arrogant, smug son of a bitch that made her want to recoil. He didn’t rear his ugly head too often in her presence but on the occasions he did, Mattie hated it. And she really hated that it happened tonight. Especially since he had been so good twenty minutes earlier. 

"If you just followed me down here to harass me, Billy, I'm not in the mood." Running a tired hand through her hair, Mattie gave him a pleading glance. Hoping he would see and have some mercy on her. 

She watched as his eyes flickered around, taking in the surroundings before finally settling on her face. To which he lifted his hands in surrender. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I understand you get caught in the crossfire more than I care for when it comes to the women following after me. Just want to make sure you didn't take anything she said seriously, Mattie." 

"Comes with the territory, I'm used to it by now." Mattie shrugged her shoulders, pushing off his concerns like she so often did. Wondering why Billy was even down here telling her all this.  What was so different about tonight, that he felt the need to follow after her? To, in a roundabout way, apologize for some floozies actions? That certainly wasn't the Billy Russo she knew. 

"You shouldn't have to be used to it though," he took a step towards her, his dark eyes honing in on her own. "Frank always called me stupid, and I never realized why until tonight." Billy sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Pushing the stray strands that had fallen in front of his face back in place. 

"Frank's a little instigator, he likes pushing your buttons." Subconsciously Mattie took a half step back, keeping some distance between them. "He likes pushing everyone's buttons for that matter." Frank was not particular about who he bothered, whether it was Curtis or Karen. If he saw something you were ignoring or trying to hide he'd call you out on your shit, which caused many an argument. 

Shaking his head, Billy glanced at the ground as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his perfectly tailored trousers. "No, Matt." He peeked up at her, a flash of nervousness appearing behind his eyes for a fleeting moment. It happened so quickly she wasn't sure if her mind made it up. Billy Russo and nerves weren't exactly synonymous with each other. "How often do things like that happen when I'm not around?" He cautiously asked, seemingly hesitant to know the truth. 

His question took her slightly aback, letting out a sad chuckle as her mind started to mentally tally up the incidents. However, like always, she tried to divert the conversation onto another topic, avoiding answering him. "How much have you had to drink tonight?" She asked, her chest tightening with each word she spoke. A flaming heat starting at her feet and creeping up her body as anxiety consumed her entire being.

"What? Mattie, I've only had three glasses of champagne. I promise you I'm not drunk, if that's what you're implying." Taking another step towards her, Billy reached out trying to take hold of her arm. But Mattie side stepped him, reaching in her bag for her keys instead. 

"This just seems out of character for you, is all." She admitted, looking Billy over with a scrutinizing gaze. Wondering if she would be able to read his body language enough to steer this conversation in another direction. 

"Me caring about you is out of character? Mattie, I'd do anything for you. You know that, right?"

"Well you don't have too. I can take care of myself." Running her free hand through her hair once again, she let out a heavy sigh. "Why don't you just go back to your party, Billy? I need to get to Karen's so I can get some decent sleep before I start work in," she clicked the home button on her phone, lighting up the screen to read the time. Noticing it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning, far later then she realized. "5 hours." 

"Karen's? What's wrong with your place?" He stepped closer once more, closing the distance between them further. Placing himself in front of her car, making it difficult to maneuver around him. "You can stay at mine, it's a lot closer and you don't have to kick Frank off the couch."

Shaking her head, Mattie finally decided to push him aside. Her hands rested against his chest as she tried to move him. Like if she used enough force he would take the hint and just let her go about her evening. "Like that's gonna go over well with your hook up tonight." She tilted her head, giving him a pointed look. "I can see that tantrum coming at me like a bullet." 

Billy opened his mouth to make a retort but quickly snapped it closed, knowing she was more accurate than he cared to admit. She always was. Mattie had always been the realistic friend in his life, the only person who called it as she saw it with him. Her being at his apartment would have put a damper on any evening romps. But for the first time in his life, Billy didn't want one of those women waiting for him upstairs. No, he wanted Mattie.

Frank always called him stupid, and in truth Billy thought it was Frank being Frank. Busting his balls for not being the brightest bulb in the box. That wasn't entirely the case though, Frank was stating the obvious. Billy had feelings for Mattie. He’s had feelings for her since he left on his first tour as a Marine. They were both eighteen and, as he hugged her goodbye, he noticed the pained look in her eyes. It was the first time in his life that he ever felt loved, truly and unconditionally loved by someone. Like if he died in combat there'd be somebody to mourn his loss… And that both terrified and excited him. 

Growing up in a group home, being abandoned at such a young age, only being wanted for his looks left him a mess emotionally. But Mattie didn't care about any of that bullshit. And despite his feelings towards her, he would rather eat a live grenade then follow through with his thoughts. If he lost her because he sabotaged everything good in his life, he'd never live with himself after that.

Tonight, however, was a catalyst for him needing to change that. Billy knew the women he typically went after were catty and possessive, but he had no idea they'd have the nerve to go after Mattie. It was clear by her desperate attempt at leaving, as if the building was on fire, that this wasn't the first time this had happened. And that thought alone made him feel like the biggest piece of shit. 

Shaking his head, he cautiously reached for her hands laying against his chest. Lamely trying to push him away. "I'm not taking anyone home tonight but you." 

"Billy…." She started to protest, like she always did. Putting his needs above her own in every situation. 

But he was quick to cut her off, using his hands, he pulled her against him hard. Head dipping down to place his lips against her own. Billy half expected Mattie to fight him, and she did briefly, her hands gripping into the fabric of his dress shirt. Tugging at it in hopes to pull away, but Billy refused to let her move. Needing her soft, warm lips that sent a ball of heat through his entire being when they touched. It was far too good to end it so quickly. Soon though she settled down and he couldn't help fighting the smile that spread across his face, mouths still melded together as she no longer fought him. Instead moving her lips wantonly with his.

After a few breathless moments he pulled a hair's breadth away from her, eyes searching her face for any sign of what was going on in that constant turning mind of hers. It was a rare moment that Billy couldn't figure out what Mattie was thinking, but this was one of them. Her eyes were narrowed in contemplation, staring at his chin, refusing to meet his own gaze. Her tongue poked through her lips, gently licking at her skin where he could see the sheen from their mixed saliva. 

"Gonna say something?" He playfully asked, hoping it would break her from her trance like stare.

Instead of words, she lifted her head up to look at him. Matties eyes glossy, and teeth now sunk into her bottom lip as she seemed to struggle with herself. 

"Hey." Billy moved to pull her to him again. Brows furrowed in deep concern seeing her this distraught. He would have never done what he did if he thought this was the reaction it was gonna provoke. "Mattie, talk to me?"

She sidestepped him, hand coming up and viciously rubbing underneath her eyes. Trying desperately to will the stinging threat of tears away. "If this is some joke, it's not funny Billy."

"Joke? You think I would kiss you for some joke?" He for the life of him he never expected that accusation, and it left his mouth open slightly in disbelief. "You really think that little of me? Christ, Mattie, I know I can be a dickhead sometimes, but I'd never do something like that to you."

"Then why now of all times?" She crossed her arms over her chest, dropping her head as her eyes panned the cracked concrete floor. 

Running a hand through his hair in exasperation, Billy hesitantly moved closer to her. "Ever since I've known you, I've put you in this untouchable category in my head. Something I can't taint by fucking it up."

"How considerate." He could see her eyes roll even with her head being down. The typical amount of sass in her voice when she was mildly annoyed. 

"Let me finish." He warned, taking on a dark tone. Not exactly in the mood to play these games with her anymore. "I've loved you since we were eighteen years old, Mattie. You've been the only person in my life I've known thats given a fuck about me. But I fuck up everything I put my dick near. I didn't want to lose you ‘cause I did something stupid, ‘cause it would have happened. I would have fucked us up, and in the process lost the only good thing in my life."

"Why is tonight so different then? What happened upstairs that made you change your mind all of a sudden?" She asked cautiously, however she didn't leave him time to answer as she continued on. "What made you decide I'm not 'untouchable' anymore?" Feeling like he would rip the carpet out from under her feet at any moment Mattie looked away from him again. Unable to hold his dark gaze out of fear. 

Shaking his head he let a sad chuckle escape his lips. "I should have known all along the way some of those women treat you." He reached out and gently grasped her upper arm. Using his thumb to sooth circles against the leather of her jacket. "How cruel they are. How fucking righteous they think they are, pretending like they speak for what I want." With his other hand he nervously ran a hand through his hair for the hundredth time that night. "I…" He started but couldn't bring himself to finish his thought as he watched a stray tear roll down her reddened cheek. 

Instead he stepped closer and, with a gentleness Billy didn't know he had in him, used the pad of his thumb to wipe away her sadness. "Talk to me, Mattie, please." He whispered almost in desperation after what felt like hours of silence between them.

With sullen eyes she peered up at him briefly, allowing Billy to get a glimpse of the torment behind them. "I can't hold a candle to the women you've been with Billy. You and I both know that this," she vaguely gestured between them, "won't work."

If there was ever a question that Billy had a heart, he certainly knew it now. Her defeated words slapped him across the chest like spiked lead weights. 

"Do you know how long I wished you'd see me as something other than a friend?" A dry, pathetic laugh escaped her lips as she finally admitted her feelings out loud. Only to pull away once again, recoiling at how stupid it all sounded. "Years…" He barely heard her answer her own question. "But even after all these years I knew I'd never be on the same level as you, Billy. I don't fit your playboy, millionaire lifestyle and I never will. It was a nice daydream but that's all it ever was. I'm much better friend material." 

Shaking his head at her words he wished he hadn't wasted so much fucking time convincing himself she was the one that deserved better then him. That he would fuck up whatever relationship developed between them, but here he was ruining their relationship anyways. He was practically seeing it crumble away like dry sand in the desert right before his eyes. 

"Mattie…" He started, keeping his voice as soft as he could muster. But she stopped him from continuing, raising up a hand to silence him. 

"Just drop it, please." There was a desperate plea hidden behind her eyes. An emotion Billy only ever saw once before this moment and that was when he had been seriously injured on one of his first tours. "You're drunk, don't do something you're gonna regret." 

She thought she was going to lose him, and this was her way of protecting herself.

Furrowing his brows, he stepped a few feet away from her to give her space. "I'm not drunk, Matt, you out of anyone knows what I look like wasted." He held his hands up, trying to get her to calm down. Knowing she was moments away from jumping in her Jeep and driving off. "This ain't it." Pointing a finger back at himself. 

"Then don't do something you'll regret tomorrow morning." 

Shaking his head, Billy took note of how her shoulders sagged in defeat. "The only thing I regret is not realizing how much I've hurt you." He took a hesitant step back in her direction when he noticed she wasn't moving anymore. "That me not being able to trust myself with you, made you think you weren't good enough."

He closed the gap between them, gently grabbing her hands that were fisted at her sides. Feeling them tremble ever so slightly in his own, as his eyes tried to search her down cast face. "Mattie please…" 

She didn't pull away from his touch, which gave him a little bit of hope. If she wanted out she would have ended this conversation and left him standing alone in this cold ass parking garage. 

"Billy!" A woman's voice echoed through the parking garage, causing Mattie to stiffen. "There you are! They're looking all over the place for you upstairs. I told them you probably just needed some fresh air." As the woman grew closer, Mattie realized exactly who it was, making her pull away from Billy almost immediately. "Come on Billy, you can walk me back upstairs. Show me off to the crowd a little." The high-pitched laugh had Mattie cringing as she reached for her keys once again. 

She didn't have the willpower to deal with the girl's judgemental looks for a second time that evening. Once at the elevator upstairs was enough for a lifetime. 

"I'll be up in a minute." His eyes bored into Mattie as he watched her physically shrink in on herself. Wondering if she was always this visibly bothered by people interrupting them, or if he was just more aware of it because of the current state of things between them. 

"Everyone's waiting for your speech though." She added while placing her hands on her hips. Clearly annoyed that Billy wasn't just immediately following her command.

"Well they can wait." He snapped. 

"Billy, it's ok, really. Go do your speech." Mattie sighed softly to herself, using her hand to push some hair away from her face. Allowing him to see a redness growing in her eyes and her bottom lip trembling before she sank her teeth into soft flesh again. "It's important to Anvil."

"She's right, now let's go." With an outstretched hand the woman beckoned Billy towards her. A devious smirk pulled across her face thinking Billy would jump when she demanded him to. But that was far from reality. 

Mattie expected him to turn on that professional charm of his, straighten his suit coat out and head back to the elevators to finish the evening out. At that point the woman might have thought she had been the one to convince Billy, but Mattie knew he'd be doing it only because she asked. However Billy didn't move, nor did he even pay much attention to the woman as she stood there tapping the toe of her high heel against the concrete floor impatiently. 

Shaking his head, Billy ignored the woman behind him. Instead he took hold of Mattie's hands once again, his fingers prying her keys from her vice like grip she had on them. Placing them down on the hood of her Jeep once he got them free.

"You're more important to me." He whispered softly. "There would be no Anvil or Billy Russo if it wasn't for you, Matt." Billy admitted, seeing her head shake ever so softly in refusal at the facts.

It was the truth, whether she wanted to hear it or not. Billy would have turned into some punk ass jerk, probably locked up behind bars right now, if she hadn't been there to pick up his pieces. If Mattie didn't straighten him up and push him to be the man he was this very day. As for Anvil, when he pitched the idea to her she had been so onboard for him to try the venture. Deep down Billy knew as long as he was out of the military Mattie would have gone along with basically any of his half-baked ideas. 

Mattie wasn't well off but he remembered her reaching into her bag that night, whipping out her checkbook so she could write him a check for what little she had been able to save up. It was a couple thousand dollars, an amount he certainly didn't deserve and didn't want, but she had insisted. Practically shoving the check down his shirt when he tried to give it back several times. 

"I know you don't want to believe that but it's true." He whispered again, his face inches away from hers now. 

She was torn, a part of her desperately wanted to fall into his arms and be swept away like she had always dreamed of. However the realistic part of her was still apprehensive, treading on paper thin ice as she tiptoed towards him. Waiting for the ice to finally crack beneath her weight and send her spiraling back into a reality where Billy would never in a million years stare at her like he was doing currently. 

Mattie was never a risk taker in life, and with the glowering eyes of the woman behind them she wasn't going to change that aspect about herself now. "If I mean that much to you, go upstairs and sweet talk those investors. If not for yourself, but for me." She reached for her keys Billy had placed on the hood, gripping onto them tightly, grounding herself in the action. "I'm not worth throwing all that away for." Her words were barely audible as she leaned up and kissed him on his cheek. 

She felt him try to reach for her again, his hands desperate to pull her back to face him. Mattie shrugged them off though, walking quickly around to the drivers side door, clicking the lock button so she could climb inside. "I'll see you around." Was the only thing she could bring herself to say, before shutting the car door and driving off. Leaving the two of them standing in the parking garage alone. 

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[saberlight1]

frank castle with a reader that’s just as fucked in the head as him. like CRAZY AS HELL (but in love)

girl. this might be my fav request in a MOMENTTT yes yes yesssss i love this idea !!!!!! writing immediately thank you sm anon

update: its posted here!

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[petertingle-yipyip]

world class sinner - frank castle (masterlist)

season 2

pairings: billy russo x reader , frank castle x reader , punisher x exodus

summary: with daredevil dead, exodus returns from Quantico unsure of who she should be. fighting nightmares and deja vu, small sparks threaten to revive something saved for matt murdock before a shocking betrayal rattles New York’s two most dangerous vigilantes.

(1) - deja vu : Being back in the Kitchen almost immediately pulls her back into a fight. But without Matt, what has she become?

(2) if he had been with me: Further and further her humanity goes as Y/N commits herself to Frank Castle's crusade. Small moments threaten to bring her back, but how can she when there's nothing worth it... Or is there.

(3) haunted: Can’t breathe, can’t turn back. Y/N continues to walk the fragile line of her morality while finding an uneasy comfort in the presence of Billy Russo, despite being haunted by Matt Murdock’s memory. But reuniting with Frank Castle makes it little less miserable.

(4) aftermath: A quick run nearly turns disastrous when a bold move goes wrong. An attempted reconciliation between friends turns nasty, all because the aftermath of Midland Circle still lingers in Y/N’s actions.

(5) build god then we'll talk: Temporary alliances form on one side before fighting off an ambush from the other. All the while, dots are connecting for more than one player as the game grows more and more dangerous.

(6) so what now? : Limits are pushed and more secrets pile up as she continues to pretend on both sides. When they creep closer to one another, can she maintain all of her lies and save face or will she be forced to pick what relationship matters most?

(7) so it goes… : All eyes on her, a skilled illusionist. Playing the field for information gets what she needed but could threaten the relationship keeping her afloat.

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

(9) bad omens: Lingering omens finally register and truths are revealed through blood, bullets, and betrayals.

(10) is it over now?: A long time coming, one fight comes to a bloody conclusion. Another lurks in the near future, and the connection between two friends and two lover is severed.

(11) sinner: It all comes down to one final night, where’s it all began. One who thinks he’s a god versus the one who once scared the Devil and the Punisher. The Devil wasn’t wrong after all to fear the evil she delivers.

(epilogue) i know it won’t work: After a couple weeks, Y/N decides to open Frank’s letter.

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[skullsandwhiteroses]

Somebody posted a video on Twitter from a recent con of Deb talking about Karen’s enduring love for Matt that cuts off just as she’s about to talk about Frank and I am d y i n g to know what she said next 😭😭😭

#netflix punisher #netflix daredevil #deborah ann woll #karen page #frank castle #matt murdock #Kastle #karedevil mention #q&a #con panel #damn you poster #did me real dirty #maybe somebody put the whole thing on YouTube #*cries* #icccon Nashville 2023

[shytrucker]

micro the second part, now in glorious HD

#micro lieberman #david lieberman #microchip #BROOOOOO SCANNING THEM IS SO MUCH SEXIER FUCK #the punisher #netflix punisher

[kensthjerte]

pov: Billy survived and the memories of Dinah began to come back to him

#the punisher #thepunisheredit #dinah madani #billy russo #dinahmadaniedit #billy x dinah #billyrussoedit #ben barnes #benbarnesedit #amber rose revah #netflix punisher #netflix #marvel netflix #marveledit

[aguacatetoast]

Lust at First Sight

You have your sister's wedding next week and you were nervous about conquering it all by yourself, but you find an unlikely guest to accompany you and make it more tolerable.

Wedding!Frank castle x Female reader

Read part 2 here

Warnings: Alluding to sexual activities but no smut!

Word Count: 3, 543

Likes and reblogs appreciated thank you!<3

Your sister's wedding was next week and you were still short of a plus one. You had initially thought of bringing your best friend with you but unfortunately, she was out of town that weekend so you were stuck going alone. You had the constant pressure of your sister asking if you had finally found someone to take with you and you always just shook your head no and laughed it off. Today made precisely one week before the wedding, you realized as you were in your office cubicle organizing your schedule for the next couple of weeks. You didn't want to think about it so you went to the little lunch area and went to get a snack to just distract yourself momentarily. But as if the devil was by your side when you were about to enjoy your snack at the tables that were in the lunch area you felt your phone vibrate. You let out a frustrated sigh and then when you saw the contact name you rolled your eyes, of course, it was your sister. You took a deep breath and answered it "Heyyy Sis, how are you? Excited for next week?" You thought that maybe by bombarding her with questions she would forget the same irritating question she asks every time time "Mhmm yeah yeah Listen.." You knew what was coming up and you sucked in your breath and bit your tongue a bit as you heard what she said "Did you finally find someone to the wedding? I need to know to confirm by tomorrow so.." You roll your eyes and reply "I don't plan on bringing anyone to the wedding, everyone is too busy for me next Saturday." You heard a dry chuckle come from your sister "I'm sure you'll end up finding someone, I'm going to mark your plus one just in caseee" You roll your eyes again and say "Okkk-- but you're wasting your time and moneyyy" You replied to her in the same singy songy voice that she used with you. You say a quick goodbye realizing how much time you had invested into a time-wasting conversation. But then when you turn around you see a timid Frank Castle that you failed to notice out of pure desperation for a snack and then the distracting phone call. You immediately feel embarrassed "Frank I'm so sorry if you heard that it was just my sister being annoying haha" You sucked at interacting with Frank because he was your 'work crush' as your best friend described him. You rushed out of that lunch area, you felt as if it were growing smaller by the second. When you got to your cubicle you felt your heart beating abnormally you took a second to calm down and just go back to work.

After you finished work and started to pack up, you felt the presence of a tall dark man. You were crouched under your desk picking up your bag, when you look up and made eye contact he gives you a soft smile and simply said

"I could go with you if you would like"

The way he spoke so formally to you and the slight rosy tint on his cheeks melted you immediately. You let out a small nervous laugh "So you heard the whole conversation huh?" He nodded and replied, "Fortunately, yes." You smile and stand up to get closer to his eye level "Of course, you can come with me Frank." He gives you another soft smile "Just text me the details sweetheart." You started to throb a bit at the pet name, he grabs your hand and places a little slip of paper. You stuff it into your purse and then you hear Frank say "Can I walk you to your car?" You honestly just needed some time to yourself because if you stay alone with him any longer you won't be able to resist the urge to kiss him, but of course, you said "Yes Frankie" He smiles, and you two walk out of the office together.

"So does your sister always guilt trip you like that or is that only for your wedding?" You laugh and sigh "Unfortunately that is her all the time, and you were proving her insanity right because I miraculously found my plus one." He holds his hands up close to his chest as if trying to prove himself innocent and says "I couldn't let a pretty girl like you be all alone on a special day." You give him a slight push and say "You are such a flirt Frankie" He gives you a confused face as if he doesn't know what you're talking about. Then you see your car and you get a bit disappointed, you wanted to keep talking to Frank. You turn to him and point at your car "Hey this is me" He turns and walks in the direction of your car and you're now leaning against the car door on the driver's side. He hovers over you a bit and you tell him "Thank you for walking with me Frank" He gives you a shy grin and says "Of course any time you want, Take care beautiful" You give him a small kiss on the cheek and he starts heading into his car but not before you get into yours. You don't know what magic your sister has, but you sure as hell were grateful that she had it.

-

You and Frank had exchanged numbers to 'discuss the wedding' but you were hoping it was for more then just that.

Frankie<3: Hey sweet girl, picking you up tomorrow at 6:30, can't wait to see you

me: I can't wait either<3 I know you're going to look very handsome as always

You felt dumb as if you have written too much. You instantly regretted it and put your phone down. You started to feel flushed and went to go wash your face and do your nightly routine before the big night. When you came back you turned your phone on to see

Frankie<3: I'll look better by your side, Goodnight beautiful

You got instant butterflies to his message, although it was very cheesy and it made you laugh a bit you really enjoyed it. You had been looking forward to going out with him for a long time, you were anxious about what your family had to say about Frank. As you drifted away to your sleep you couldn't stop thinking about Frank, and dancing with him.

-

It was the morning and your stomach was doing flips. You never answered Frank last night out of nerves and he hadn't texted you whatsoever that morning, he knew you would be stressed out and complicated. You were at a hotel where your sister and her bridesmaids were getting ready, and seeing as you were her maid of honor, you were by her side. Your mind was just drifting into thoughts of Frank and wondering what he was doing, how was he getting prepared, and if he was ready to face the wrath of your family. After finishing your makeup, you checked your phone and saw one notification. It was a message from Frank simply saying

Frankie<3: 1 or 2

Your eyebrows furrowed, what the hell could that mean, but you didn't want to question him so you simply replied with 2. He answered back quickly and it read "I knew you would pick that", You were confused but you were too busy with your maid of honor duties so you just set your phone down and went to go help your sister.

Finally, it was time for you to be picked up. Your hair was done perfectly, and you were wearing a Navy Blue dress different from your sister's bridesmaids. It was tailored to your body with a different style and cut from theirs but it suited you perfectly, hugging everything in the right places. As you were waiting for him at the hotel you went into the room where you were staying in the hotel. You went to quickly grab some last-minute things and when you had finished gathering everything you went to the lobby to meet him. Once you were there you saw a fancy-looking car, then a strongly built man get out, it was Frank. You couldn't believe your eyes, he looked like a model, which he would never admit to because he doesn't realize how attractive he is. He was wearing a completely black on black tuxedo, maybe that's what you picked out. You went outside and he recognized you quickly and you saw how his face shifted. His eyes searching you up and down until you two finally got close enough to see each other up close. You two made eye contact and Frank had a rosy tint to his cheeks. You smiled at him and he was finally out of his trance and said "You look absolutely stunning sweetheart" You looked down for a second out of nerves and then looked back at him and said, " You look good enough to eat Frankie." You saw him get nervous and what you said got a small laugh out of him and he took your hand "May I?" He said as he led you to the car, you nodded your head, yes, and you saw him open the door for you you got in and he helped you with the bottom of your dress since it was a little long. He closed the door of the fancy car and he went the other way to the driver's seat. He quickly got in, settled in, and looked over at you, but turned around before you could look back at him. You two sat in comfortable silence while he was driving. There were some points on the highway where he would speed up the car as if trying to impress you, you would just laugh while he gripped your thigh saying "Hold on tight." In between your legs you felt intense throbbing as you felt the tight grip of his large hand on your thigh, you could feel some pooling start forming.

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You guys finally arrived at the venue, it was a beautiful outdoor venue with strings of lights aligned everywhere. Everything looked beautiful, straight out of Pinterest thanks to your meticulous sister that was very specific with her decorations. The lights added a euphoric hue to Frank as you two walked in together. Frank had your arm hooked around his, as you were walking in you were searching the crowd to see if you saw any familiar faces. But while you were distracted looking at the crowd Frank pulled you away from the main entrance and you saw him going to the table of gifts. You saw his other hand with a cream-colored envelope, you looked up at his determined face and you realized you didn't bring a gift to your sister's wedding. You spoke up while looking at him "Frank you're making me look bad at my own sister's wedding, I didn't bring her anything." He laughed and said "I figured sweet girl, I wrote both of our names. I want your family to have a good impression of me." You used your other hand to grip his arm and smiled at him. He proceeded to slip the card into the box your sister got custom-made for her wedding. You two started to make your way to the entrance and saw your table and the extra seat just for Frank which made your heart flutter. You hadn't taken in the fact that he was your date. You were glad that Frank had overheard that conversation between you and your sister. You two sat down at the table and shortly after you saw one of your aunts come in, you started to panic as she saw you, she was making her way toward you. You stood up fast trying to stop her from coming any closer to the table and more specifically Frank. This aunt was known for spreading rumors and lies so you were nervous about what would come from this interaction. "Hello Dear! My, My you look lovely!" You just say a quick thank you hoping it would end the conversation but then she peers over your shoulder and spots Frank looking around. This catches her by surprise and says "Ooh Honey who is that Fine young man? I've never seen him before" You internally roll your eyes, so much for avoiding that topic. Then you sensed a presence and you turn to see Frank, he proceeds to grab your waist and tells your aunt "My name is Frank Castle Ma'am, I'm her boyfriend, it's a pleasure to meet you" he puts his hand out to grab hers and kisses it softly. You were shocked at his actions and you tried to hide your face of confusion as best as you could. Your aunt was taken away by the handsome man who just kissed her hand, you swore you saw a faint blush on her cheeks. She cleared her throat and said "W-well it's very nice to meet you too Frank, so glad that you are dating my beautiful niece, ...Keep him! He's a man you want in your life" while she said that she looked at him up and down and then back at you. Frank just had a cocky smile and you looked at your aunt and said "Thank you so much, will definitely be keeping him!" When you finished saying that Frank tightened his grip around your waist and made the space between you two smaller, and the butterflies in your stomach were growing by the second.

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The ceremony was finally starting and you had to leave Frank by himself at the Table. You went up to go meet up with your sister, she was really nervous was panicking, she told you "What if Mark doesn't cry? What if he doesn't say I do?" You roll your eyes at her and tell her "At this point, you're making up things to go wrong with your wedding, Breathe and calm down let's be logical." Your sister did some breathing exercises and you ask her "Everything good? Are you ready?" She smiled and nodded. Everyone got in Position. Your sister with your dad. You were right behind her with the Best man in your arm, wishing it was Frank instead. Behind you were the other bridesmaids and groomsmen. Everyone is excited to walk down and support the people they love and also to get over the ceremony and actually start the party. The wedding music started to play and your sister started to walk down the aisle, then soon after you followed along searching for Frank. You were smiling at the crowd, mostly out of nerves, then you spotted Frank, he waved at you very discreetly and your smile felt genuine when seeing him. Everyone was in position, and ready to endure the actual ceremony.

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Everything went well during the ceremony, they said their "I do's", and now your sister was officially married, which meant the party was about to start. After your sister said some kind words she declared "The party has officially started !" Everyone made their way to the dance floor, and you squeezed between the crowd to find Frank. He was standing against the wall using his phone, you reached him and tugged on his arm "Are you ready to dance?" He looked up at you and said "I think the question is are you ready to dance with me" \ You would always hope that Frank would ask you to dance but you felt as if maybe he was just not a dancer or too embarrassed to dance in front of people. But you liked that he wasn't predictable, you would've never guessed that he would be bold enough to be asking if you were ready to dance. But as everyone was making their way to the dancefloor the food was announced so the crowd shifted to the buffet. You were ready to encounter the family interactions you were about to have. Frank grabs your hand and holds it tight, almost as if he thinks that you'd get lost in the crowd. You two make your way to the buffet, grab a plate, and then you spotted your parents, you saw them as an opportunity to skip the unbearably long line that had formed. You took Frank with you and there you were saying a proper hello to your parents. Then they turn to face Frank almost as if they were waiting for a proper introduction "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend Frank", he reached in to shake your dad's hand to give a kiss on the cheek to your mom, "It's so nice to meet you finally". Your mom seemed to question you for never telling her about your mysterious 'boyfriend'. You proceeded to explain "I had never actually introduced him because I wanted to see if we were actually serious and he passed the test haha" you let out a dry chuckle at the end hoping that they wouldn't question it too much, but then you heard your dad say "It's nice to meet you too son, I hope you've been taking good care of my daughter", Frank put a hand on his chest and said "Of course sir, your daughter is my everything" Your heart started to beat rapidly and you got butterflies, was he telling the truth? Either way, you wanted to know. Your dad chuckled and they shook hands once again. Before you went to go get food your mom pulled you in closer and said "He is so handsome where did you find him?" You laughed a bit knowing Frank heard it and got a bit flustered by it, "Mom he works in the same office as me, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow" You said that to satisfy your mother for a bit, she gave you a smile and a wink and said, "Ok I'll be waiting!" You went back to Frank and hugged him leaning your head on his chest and asking "Have you had a good time so far? I'm sorry I left you alone for so long" He hugs you back setting both of your guys plates down and plays with the back of your arm soothing away your concerns. "Don't worry sweetheart, I've had a good time, I was speaking to your family members and drinking whatever alcohol one of your uncles gave to me" You let go of the hug and grab the plates again handing Frank's his while laughing a bit at Frank's trustworthiness with your family. He smiles at you and you tell him "Thank you for trusting my family so much, they're going to want to see you at every family event now" He simply replies "And I will be there at all of them, just for you." You still couldn't believe what was going on. Was he truly being sincere?

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After eating and seeing the Bride and the Groom do their first dance as a married couple, your sister officially declared "Ok guys now the party has started!" You pulled Frank to dance with you and he was smiling as you two made your way to the dance floor. You were ready to see this side of Frank, you felt as if you two were actually dating and didn't want the night to end. He was already spinning you around and pulling you in close. You would get close to his chest and listen to his heart beating, and then you looked up at him and he was looking down at you he kissed your forehead and pulled you closer. He whispered something to your head but you couldn't decipher what he said, you were just in pure bliss with him at that moment. As if you couldn't have anything nice, you saw your sister go up towards you and Frank and she loudly says "Hello Beautiful, lovely sister, how are you?" You rolled your eyes let go of Frank's chest and just held his hand. "This is Frank castle, and Frank this is my beautiful sister and bride" Your sister did a little kissy-face when introducing her and Frank gave her a soft smile and took his hand out to properly introduce himself "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, couldn't have made it here without you" and then he got closer to your sister and said "Thanks to your phone call" You saw your sister laugh and said "Of course Anytime, so glad you could make it" she ended off her statement with a cheeky face. You felt like an outcast "Great now my boyfriend and sister are ganging up on me", Your sister smiled when you said "boyfriend", "Alright Frankie, already boyfriend status keep it up!" She said that while finding her now-husband and leaving, Frank yelled out to her "Will do ma'am." You were just rolling your eyes and got back to dancing with Frank, it was going to be a long night.

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A/N I ran out of space so I'm making a part 2 !

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